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Name: Sionet Veralee Oroboros
Gender: Female
Age: 130 years of age
Race: Siren
Appearance: Siren form Human Form
Element(s): Wind/Air, Water, Light
Magic: Song magic, Compulsion Magic, Elemental Magic, Illusion Magic
Weapon(s): Chakra, Whip, Martial Arts
Biography: Born to a race called Siren, thought they have a much older name 'Avir' that is long forgotten by memory to most of the world, except for the race and the those who live in Magicka. Sionet was born of a unique union. Her race is mostly female dominated and has to breed with outsiders, of humanoid races to reproduce. But on a very rare occasion there is a male siren born. When one is, they are heavily protected and a suitable mate from within that clan or another is found. Prefferrably a female that is strong in both aspects of magic and physical prowres, look and the ability to use their main magic source, Sound magic that couples with the compulsion magic to draw potential mates to them.

Her father choose her mother, who was very beautiful, but was of a lesser class of Siren. Not strong in magic or physical aspects. Her song magic was mediocre at best. But it didn't stop him from loving her mother completely. While many fought it and tried their best, Sionet was born. From the beginning she was different from others. She was overtly tiny, even still to this day, her petite frame always a source of her irritation. For at her age as an adult, she looks likes a child wiht curves that belong on a woman. Making her the butt end of a lot of snide comments and jokes. But that was just one thing that made her different from teh rest. Sionet had purple hair that was unheard of among her kind, which either went with white, blonde or brown hair that had highlights of green or blue in it for the two main elements that Sirens would use.

As she aged and progressed, Sionet realized that she able to manifest Illusions with a ease that was almost scary. Her intelligence was above those in her age category that got her picked on even more. At age fifty when her kind started to turn from children to young adult, Sionet came into her power in a gentle yet violent manner. Hating herself and those around her for the treatment that everyone gave her. Including her mother and father at this point, as she now had two younger siblings, twins that were opposite sex. Both normal looking in appearance. They made her life more of a hell than the rest of the clan. At her wits end Sionet sought out a release that would be eternal. Figuring it would be the best solution that would just make life for everyone else easier. She threw herself, wingless and magicless from the cliffs that housed her clan.

It was in that moment that not just her life, but very world changed. Her brown gaze, flecked with violet flecks looked on sadly at her younger siblings as horror washed across their faces as they screamed for their parents. A soft sigh escaping her lips, the sky clouded over, the waves that broke against the base of the cliff walls became huge and violent as they rose up to meet her suddenly. The wind that had been none existent howled from the clouds and tossed her body about like a feather. Yet a sense of serenity filled her as she willing told nature to take her back into it's fold. When a sudden burst of power wrapped around her, cradling her in a warmth that she had longed to fill her short life.

The feeling of being carried made her open her eyes to see her body floating in the air as nature raged around her. The sight of it was totally beautiful, bringing tears to her eyes as it reflected her soul. Unsure of why, but her instincts told her to open her mouth and sing her pain, the loneliness that was all encompassing of her very being as she just floated there. Only to feel the rolling of surge of power well up from inside her, bursting with a ripping sensation from her throat as pain flared on her back. Closing her eyes she just let it all carry out over the sounds of teh storm. Aware that there were eyes upon her as she let it go.

Time seemed to stop as she just sang and sang her soul out, baring it to all to see and hear. Unaware that she was no longer just floating but flying on her own wings as her body was bathed in a column of light that broke through the dark storm clouds. Eventually the power that had laid dormant in her soul faded, leaving her empty, Sionet felt a smile on her face as she just let go once more. Allowing the darkness to swallow her up once more, accepting that if this was her death, she was content.

When she eventually felt the heavy weight of her body, Sionet opened her eyes to see a vaguely familiar stone ceiling that was decorated with ancient hieroglyphs. Lettign her eyes come back into focus, her breathing a bit raspy as she drew it into a very raw throat, Sionet let her head tilt off toe the side to see the rest of the room. Confirming where she was when her eyes landed on the rooms only other occupant. A small wizened man, who's wings were more a dove gray with his age, as his long white hair and beard framed a face that was spotted with age. Flat brown eyes staring at her with a mix of awe, understanding and fear. Giving a snort through her nose Sionet just stared at him waiting.

In the hours and days that followed, she learned a lot about what happened. Receiving many apology's from not just the clan elder, her fathers father, but also most of the clan. Wanting to feel bitter and hateful, Sionet realized that she couldn't fault these people for their actions, as they have for centuries been this way. Their predjudices so ingrained that it was who they were, a race that was becoming slowly stagnant. This clan one of three that existed in the world, that was growing bigger and bigger each and every day. That thought left her confused on how she knew that hte world was getting bigger and expanding. Her curiosity getting the better of her, she eventually asked the Elder and he told her what had fully happened that days she decided that death was her option.

Astounded, Sionet came to the realization she wasn't normal, but years of breeding culminating in magical ability that was very precious and valuable to her clan, no all Siren Clans. A burden that she was now a figure head to them all... Hating what she had become, when the elder told her that all single males from other clans were being sent to vie for her hand in the mating ritual. The laugh she had r eceived for the face she made in disgust caused her, herself to laugh aloud. Only to be told by the Elder that he wanted her to leave and live her own life. Than gave her the information about a small town that was called Nefeilheim or Magicka. That she should make her own destiny and no longer be tied to the clan and it's history until she was ready.

It was a gift and harsh push what he was offering. There was a pain in her chest at what he was saying too her, but she nodded and that night under the cover of a moonless night, she left. Slowly making her way to the small village, to learn more about herself, her magic and her mismatched wings, that looked like shaggy fur, but was really feathers that were much longer than normal, while one was a deep moss green and the other a pearly white. The world opening up before her as she adapted and evolved over the ten years it took her to reach Magicka. Still a person of short stature, but more than enough ample curves, Sionet quickly made it her home, befriending all that lived there.

the next seventy years passed by with a few little incidents, such as those 'prospect' suitors who only wanted her for what she was, not whom she was. A few fights with out lying people over small things that happened. Sionet came into herself, She was not physically capable, thought magically she was gifted and used it to help heal and entertain. Finding her niche as a teacher and healer wiht her natural abilities thanks to her elements. Along the way making many friends, of both genders. Thought her male friends made it clear that should she become willing, they would take her to bed and make a 'real' woman out of her. Which she rolled her eyes at , since she was already well behind her races take on when she should of been bedded.

Her eyes always dancing at the antics of her friends, especially one in particular. Someone who was just as jaded and cautious as her, thought he was a bit flamboyant about it. Easily her best friend and able ot make her laugh even whe nshe wanted to castrate him.

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Giving a small sigh as she landed on the outskirts of the hamlet, a smile playing across her lips. As she silently was thankful for being home for the first time in almost a month. Hefting her overly stuffed satchel, Sionet began the walk into the quiet little town that was tucked away from the rest of the world. Each step making a smile grow larger and larger on her face as she made her way to her small cottage in the center of the village.

The calls of hello, welcome back, it's good to see you, putting her mind at ease as her body began to relax. While her violet eyes darted back and forth looking for the random surprise attack from her best friend. Worry and paranoia sinking in as she made her way further into the village with out seeing him, or hell even smelling him. Before dread sunk into the back of her skull, sending a cold shiver down her spine.

Her house, her one sanctuary from everything. And if Xavier wasn't running to hug her with a perverted comment, that meant he possibly crept into her small home nad was laying in wait there. Pursing her lips into a thin line, sionet picked upthe pace as she tried not to look like she was hurrying as she made her way home.

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Narrowing her eyes as she finally made it to what was laughingly termed the town square, Sionet looked at her house, before slowly creeping closer to it. Looking around she noted that the fine sand she put on her door mat had been moved. and not just recently, but a few times from out spread out it was. Feeling a twitch start in the corner of her left eye, almost like a tic, Sionet placed her hand on the knob to her door. Pausing at the last second before grinning like a she devil. Deciding that would alert him to her presence, Sionet figured it was time to make an example for him, with a nice prank.

Shifting her satchel, she wrapped her body in light and the small traces of moisture in teh air, hiding her physical body and her smell.. Cause she had learned early in their friendship, his sense of smell was ******** keen as a knife edge. Creeping slowly around to her home, she looked in the windows, till she found him. Eating food, sprawled half dressed on her bed. Grinding her teeth together, Sionet felt very malicious at that moment. Because he knew that her room was totally off limits to him and every other ******** person..... Lifting her fingers as she concentrated, she wiggled them, until in teh air above him, a small cloud formed. Than snapping her finger, she let the cold torrent of water splash down on him and her bed.

Deciding not to stick around to hear what his reaction was, she raced back to the front door, dropped her magic. Than putting on a smile look on a face that shone with barely contained amusement, Sionet grabbed the door KNob and opened her door. "AH home at last...." seh said making sure she didn't call out to Xavier.

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Sionet just stood there and watched him as he drew the water into his hand and formed it into the flower, before freezing it. Keeping her face blank and innocent as she blinked her eyes in mock confusion. She had a soft spot for his magic when he decided to display it, always appreciating beauty. Not that she would ever tell him aloud, it would only server to stroke his ginormous ego more. Tilting her head to the side, she looked at him before speaking her eyes watching the movements of the rose, "What are you talking about Xavier?" her voice soft, sweet and innocent sounding to anyone that was possibly passing by.

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Watching with suddenly wary eyes as Xavier made his way to her, Sionet gasped as the rose was placed behind her ear. Unable to help herself she smiled adn giggled softly before giving him a hug, by throwing her slender arms around his waist. "Yeah I know, but you also know that my room is a major no-no. IT is supposed to be me one solace from everything....Including your sorry a** dragon boy!" she said softly before letting him go. Only to deftly move around him with grace that would put a princess to shame. The smile on her lips bright and sunny as she shrugged the satchel from her shoulder and tossed it onto her couch. Stopping briefly to look over her shoulder at Xavier with very narrowed eyes.

than with a smug smirk on her lips, she spoke once more, "That was a light punishment you know that. STAY here like a a GOOD boy until I change okay. OTher wise I will use the spell that makes your c**k feel like it is shriveling up." her voice was dead serious and slightly cold. With that done and said she bounced across the room into her bed room. Frowning at how wet, she herself had made her bed. Giving a huff and groan of annoyance, sionet waved her hand drying it. than set about changing her clothes and appearance. Something she preferred cause it made life easier if others thought she was normal wiht magical capablities.. OR at least the outsiders.

Than on one last impulse she changed from her normal attire to nothing but a pair of white cotton panties and a white button up mens shirt. Before walking back out the room and into the living area.

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Her eyes were trained on his braid once she realized that he had done it. For some reason, she had developed a fetish for his long hair to be braided and tossed over one of hsi tanned shoulders to hand down past his naval. Raising an eyebrow at the tone of his voice, she smiled sweetly at him. Than without giving and answer, she picked up her satchel, made her way to her couch and flopped down on it. With her free hand she patted the cushion next to her, indicating that he should sit by her. "Oh don't g ive me that crap. The last time you were in my house you silly dragon was because I invited you... Do I need to state each time I invite you to get comfy, b ut for today only? I think not. Your a smart man you should know better." she said.

Than pulling out a pen, paper and a tome, she got to work on what her client had asked of her once she reached home. Smiling and humming as she went about it, before speaking again. " 'sides Xavie, you know that if you press this matter what happens... I deserve to wear comfy clothes after being trussed up like a .... a... NOBLE Strumpet on parade. OH i hate rich people..... and their horrid sense of fashion, LIke you clothes in the minimum are preferred.. Now continue to be a good boy, and I might let you have a touch.....I could use those magic fingers on my sh oulders after this last month... TOO MANY MEN HITTING ON ME!" she said, ending in a slighlty loud whinny tone.

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Tilting her head up to look at him through her bangs, Sionet smiled warmly at him. "I agree with you, but in 'polite' society it is best to just go with their trends...I hate the clothes, but I hate the lecherous men even more." she said with a soft sigh in her voice. Her eye sgoing back to the paper work as she rapidly wrote down something before flipping through the tome and finding the next translation needed. Goin like this for a few minutes before speaking up again. "Do you know what their 'newest' trend is? Taking a mistress from a mystical breed or of a mixed breed. NO were not fit to be married to the pompous oafs, but good enough to have a harem of htem to impregnate." she bite out, venom lacing her mucial voice with her disdain.