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 Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 6:54 am
: Book of Hypatia :
Origin: The shore of Forgrand Island
Race: Siren
Rank: Peasant
Career: None
Bio: Born in the seas like any other siren, Hypatia Luna was named for her supreme ability to move the waters under the moonlight. As a siren, she has been taught to loathe humans, so that she may devour men from the ships. It doesn't help that there are no male versions of sirens except ear the mountain streams, but the two never mingle. She's lived her life like any other siren, hunting and living with her sisters under the protection of mother sister.
Hobbies: Devouring men, singing, watering plants. Though she's salt water and many plants she tries to grow dies due to the salt concentration. Nothing hardly ever grows in Merthage, anyway.
Fears: The male sirens of the mountains, excessive heat, and Erin.
Likes: Erin, plants, seafood, devouring men
Dislikes: Men, Erin, land
Birthday: June 21, 1993
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 6:56 am
How I Met Erin
I sing for a living. I sing for men on ships, traveling through the harbor of my home as they sail past the small island known as Forgrand in Merthage territory. There are many rocks and areas with low water as they pass by here, so its easy to swim up to their ship and sing to them their last lullaby. Creatures like me live on many shores dotting the map of Merthage. We wait for men in their ships, then we sing to them, entrancing them with our dances and voices, urging them closer to the edge of the ship.
Then we carry them overboard.
And devour them after they’ve drowned.
The only thing men are good for is food. Our boys really bring home the bacon. But as it is clearly stated, a Siren has to eat as well, and marine life, no matter how delicious, can’t satisfy a woman forever.
Women are difficult when on a ship. They can’t fall under the spell of a siren. Luckily, there are few of those on a ship ever since the superstition went on that a woman was bad luck when at sea. Ships with females on board hardly ever pass Merthage. However, there was one with a girl tied to the mast. I could see her, even though my sisters and I were waiting behind a large boulder, planning our way of attack.
“What about the girl tied to the mast?” One sister asked as the mother sister gave us our instructions. “Since she is tied up, she won’t cause us any trouble. Let her sink with the ship.”
I looked at the girl, her long, white hair with black strands here ad there fell out of what used to be a neat bun. Her clothing was tattered, I could tell she was being held captive by the men. Her eyes were glazed over, and she seemed to be half sleeping, and the rocking of the boat made her look a little green from my point of view.
How dare a ship of men take captive of such a fragile looking girl. I felt an odd twinge of fury. Well, the fury wasn’t odd, but the manner of the fury was. I didn’t know this girl, so why did I feel so angry at her captivity? After a second’s thought, I concluded it was the fact that it was by a load of lowly, stupid men. It’s just like that gender to take someone weak and lower them farther than even themselves. It made me sick. But the girl was going to drown in the water. At least she would no longer be captive by the likes of the unsightly group she had been the displeasure of meeting this fate with.
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 6:58 am
We swam out, and mother sister was the first to sing. The rest of us followed suit, sixteen of us in all. I could see the men through the water as they started to look dazed, and begin to look for the source of the voices. They were much too easy. I sat on the rim of the boat near starboard, and caught the attention of a pudgy-faced man, who started walking up to me and began to proclaim his love. I could tell quite easily it wasn’t love he was after. It’s never love that they want, the greedy animals. The ship took a sharp left, and couldn’t’ help but giggle at the fat man’s attempt to stay upright. He came to me, and I knew from the swerves from the ship that mother sister had the captain. I took the fat man by the waist, and he put his arms over my shoulders, and I kissed him sweetly. He was mine, now.
I leaped overboard, and he followed suit, swimming deeper down to be with me, and embraced me. My eyes lit up, my grin wider, and I knew he would be quite a feast for me. As we embraced, I kissed him, and then he started struggling for air, but I didn’t let him go. The need for air overcame his need for sex, and he was beginning to do whatever it took to get out of my embrace. But it was too late, it was always too late for them. His heart beat slowed, as did his movements, and I knew that it would take mere seconds for him to drown completely.
However, something went wrong. I felt the water rush away suddenly. Somehow, I had found myself above sea level. I let go in astonishment, and saw the unconscious man fall backward into the water, but didn’t hear a splash or see him any more. I looked around, and all the men from the ship were tangled. They were all tangled by a large vine swerving around the mast of the broken apart ship. Looking long enough, I saw even my kill lying there, recovering from consciousness.
“Who has done this?!” Mother sister cried, also banked on sudden ground. It was as if the rocks making the sea floor rose up to meet us and took us above water. All sixteen of us were banked, and too enraged and confused to sing for a second time. I looked to the mast, which served almost as a trunk for the tree of vines. “The girl!” One of my sisters cried, “The girl is gone!”
I searched around, and sure enough, I saw no girl. Had she drowned? But then why wasn’t she saved with the men that had no reason to survive? Then more importantly, who saved them? Surely not the girl, she was tattered and taken captive. If she had this power, she would have used it to set herself free in the first place. But the men were too high above sea level, they were tied securely in the vines, and my sisters and I were without food for that day.
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