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❝𝔡𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 𝔰𝔢𝔞 𝔣𝔬𝔞𝔪 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔪,

𝔠𝔞𝔰𝔱 𝔞𝔴𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡.

𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔢𝔵𝔭𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔨𝔦𝔰𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔰𝔲𝔤𝔞𝔯

𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔶𝔬𝔲'𝔳𝔢 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔦𝔰 𝔰𝔞𝔩𝔱...❞

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ɴᴀᴍᴇ

nesrine iasiphe

ᴀɢᴇ

24

ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ

pansexual

ꜰᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ

siren

ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ

iffat marash

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ᴄʟᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜱᴛʏʟᴇ

nesrine honestly prefers to be bare, but will bare the sensation of cloth on her skin if she truly must. ever the eye for all that shimmers and shines, nesrine gravitates towards lavish silks and satins that slip over her skin like water. she isn't too fond of clothing that sticks to closely to her, preferring flowing layers of fabric that catch the breeze like waves to a shore. pearls drip from her throat and twinkle at her ear, decorating her fingers in loose tendrils that snake up her arms.

ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ

nesrine as a woman can be described as the mist that clings to the sea after a storm's passage, a mirage that no one individual has been able to discern. a detached air follows after this whisper of a person, sliding across your shoulders and curling around your body until you're fully consumed. she's always been known to be a bit wistful, to gaze out into the horizon with a sort of longing reserved for someone twice her age. she can't quite help it though; there is simply too much she wishes to do with her life, and the world seemed far too big for her to ever get the chance to view it all. her tail could only take her so far, and she mourns that fact almost constantly. that doesn't, however, hold her back from doing her damnedest to realize her dream at every sunrise. the world would be her oyster. it had no choice.

she's surprisingly a rather emotional women, somewhat an oddity to her cove of withdrawn sirens. nesrine has a small sense of empathy that her sisters just don't seem to possess, as they could never imagine stepping into the life of another to feel their pain. it made her quite adept at drawing the more fragile men and women from their boats and into her waters when they overstepped their boundaries, but a twinge of guilt stuck with her as she watched their lifeless bodies sink deep into the sea after she'd done her work. 

ever the realist, nesrine has tried to no avail to quash the secret romantic that sings through her soul, speaking of great tales of love and wonders galore. through her numerous travels and spoils of ships sent below, nesrine has collected quite the number of novels in her time, speaking of great romance that conquers all. while she knows this fact not to be true in the slightest for her every day life, she finds herself almost green with envy when she spots a loving couple while she's passing through a town. she knows full well those of her cove are not destined for such lives, but that doesn't stop her traitorous heart from yearning.

she was raised to be cunning before all else, and it's a trait she exhibits well. there's not much that nesrine will not do to achieve something she truly wants, and she does not care who gets hurt in her pursuit. she will lie without batting an eye, shoot venom with a saccharine smile on her lips. she will delve into the deepest part of your soul and extract every flaw simply for her amusement, if in doing so she can reach her goal all that quicker. she's quite the curious creature too, never one to take no for an answer until she's been satiated. she'd be lying if she said she weren't a bit gullible though; despite being a travelled young siren, the culture difference between living on land versus in the sea is too large to overcome. she still finds herself getting tricked by the simplest words, lured into traps from which her cove must rescue her. but she'd do just the same for them, so it's a lesson learned all the same.

familial ties are something that nesrine regards with the highest esteem, and she'd lay down her own life before she saw anyone close to her meet injustice. her cove are the only people she is truly vulnerable with, to breathe out and fully relax. they'll never quite understand just how much they mean to her, but nesrine will spend her whole life trying to repay their kindness towards her if she must. they allow her to elaborate on the stories that swirl within her mind, to air out her grievances and meet her with advice. with them, she could talk for hours. those who haven't gained her trust are not as fortunate; almost radio silence greets you if nesrine discerns you're of no use to her. better to get in her good graces than to incur her wrath; nesrine won't hesitate to pull you deep below the waves.

ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ

himenia iasiphe - mother

dalinia iasiphe - blood twin sister

ariedine iaorei - cove leader and best friend

marimeda iania - cove sister

vivirea iania - cove sister

ʙʀɪᴇꜰ ʙᴀᴄᴋɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ

a storm crashed through the seas on the day nesrine was given life, taking her first lungful of water under raucous waves. in the arms of her mother himenia, the young siren did not so much as shed a single tear, but raised a small hand towards the skies and smiled at their turmoil. her sister dalinia followed soon after, wailing up at the heavens for all they were worth, marking the pair as polar opposites since. the two were inseparable as they grew, but there was always something that set nesrine apart from the rest of her cove. a sense of childlike wonder for the world around her buried itself deep within her psyche, making nesrine out to be quite the mischief maker. she wasn't content to simply float through the waters and sing idle tunes; she hungered for adventure. she had a tendency to wander from the cove as soon as she could swim freely, getting wrapped up in traps and tossed onto land for the amusement of those proud they'd caught an elusive siren. scars began to pepper the surface of otherwise flawless skin, a pearlescent sheen that interrupted the smooth expanse of her body. it wasn't as if nesrine minded though; she knew each time she managed to get herself into trouble she could rely on her sisters' help. this habit of hers worried her mother, but it wasn't long before the cove discerned how they could use nesrine to their advantage while also catering to her needs. due to her adventurous spirit and more amicable disposition, it was nesrine who was in charge of negotiations and pillages of trespassers onto their waters, as her sisters weren't too keen on sullying their hands with something they saw was beneath them. of her cove, nesrine was the only one to traverse the rocky terrains of earth, to wobble on legs unsteady as she faked at being normal. she rejoiced at the sand that sunk beneath her feet, so different from the water with which she was accustomed. she lived her life freely, satisfying her own thrills at the expense of no one but herself. life was meant to be lived on the edge, and nesrine spent every day much like it was her very last. but interacting with witches and the occasional werewolf had fashioned nesrine into a siren a touch softer than the others of her cove, built her up to be a creature of empathy instead of pure cunning like she was meant to be. now she felt guilt, remorse, sadness. where her sisters may have celebrated inflicting pain on others, she was more keen on finishing the job quickly than drawing it out. she didn't find satisfaction in watching blood spill, nor the flight of life from a body drowned. it was a sensation of ostracization, of being othered in a family she revered above all else. it cut deep into nesrine, this difference, but she'd never let on to that. weakness was not something taken lightly, and if she wanted to keep her life she'd remain compliant to her sisters' ways. she wouldn't want to end up like her father, who's name and face had been lost to the seas, now would she? despite this, her cove spent their days in relative peace even with their penchant for violence, and it was in this environment that nesrine blossomed into the woman she's come to be.

ᴇɴᴇᴍʏ ꜰᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ

werewolves

while she doesn't give much thought to other factions, extenuating circumstances have led nesrine to hold werewolves at an arm's length.  one of her best friend's and the leader of her cove, ariedine, ventured onto the shore of a werewolf's forest and hasn't returned since. it wasn't like her to simply vanish into thin air without a single word, and something deep within her knew something had gone terribly wrong. though the rest of nesrine's pod has chalked it up to wanderlust and have cast ariedine from their mind. nesrine, however, has never been one to leave well enough alone, and has since been investigating her friend's disappearance to surmise whether there was foul play involved.

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ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛꜱ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜʏʙʀɪᴅꜱ

while indulging in base pleasures was a concept not unbeknownst to nesrine, she found herself wondering how such people came to exist in the first place. fraternizing with those outside her own faction was almost unheard of in her cove, so nesrine thought the existence of those with the blood of two factions swimming in their veins to be altogether a fascinating concept. with their level of power comes a level of freedom nesrine could only hope to possess, and she envies the fact they can go about their lives freely with little to no repercussion. in her eyes, hybrids danced to the beat of their own drum, and she could only hope to be swept up in their tune one day. 

ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛꜱ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʀᴏʏᴀʟꜱ

nesrine wasn't completely lost on the concept of royalty, but she failed to grasp how they had any jurisdiction over her life. spending most of her time beneath the waves leaves nesrine means she's a bit behind on land-dwelling concepts, so while she knows royals are important she wasn't sure why they demanded higher treatment than others simply because they'd been born at the right place. she's seen how fearful those she negotiates with are of them though, and that fact is enough to give her sharp tongue pause.

ᴄᴏɴꜰɪᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ ɪɴ ꜱᴋɪʟʟꜱ

nesrine is well aware of her unearthly charms and beauty, paired with a honeyed voice characteristic of her cove. being the lead of all negotiations, nesrine knows how to play up her femininity to get exactly what she wants, and isn't afraid to resort to something more primal to get it. people were such simple creatures after all, and it never took long for nesrine to convince others to give in to her demands after a tumble in the sheets. while she's never lain with anyone outside of duty, she doesn't believe it would be much different than what she was doing now.

ᴀᴇꜱᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄ

ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇ ꜱᴏɴɢ

who is she - i monster

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