Jesus, are ya there?...

Name - Vera
Age - 18
Gender - Female
Sexual Preference - Male/Female
Height - 5'4
Magic Abilities - Water magic, healing, spell of a siren
Weapon - Kantana woven with her water magic
Bio - Vera is the only daughter of Gerote. Bore from his mistress, a siren from Jumik. When Vera was ten she left Jumik when her mother passed from a rare illness that only Sirens can obtain. So the young siren went to live with her father and soon fell victim to his cruel nature and began to run tests upon his daughter. Cruel, brutal acts that changed the young woman and made her a deadly asset to his cause. He has now sent her away back to Jumik to prepare it for his coming attack. Making certain that she does not let others know of her true mission she had a sealing spell placed upon her and that if she utters a single word of it she will fall into a sleep of the dead and can only be arisen from the kiss of her true love. This is someone who looks past her beauty, her tantalizing voice and sees the real woman that lies beneath.
Personality - Fiery, tempting, intellectual, witty, sarcastic, shy, alluring..

The young siren sat upon her bed with her palms pressed against her closed orbs of crimson. The painful headache had yet again greeted her and her attempts to push it aside where nearly useless. Everything and anything caused the young woman pain and she couldn't shake it. Allowing shaky hands to fall to her lap she reopened the crimson pools and reached to her dresser drawer. Slipping a hand inside she with drew a vile and a siring with hast she quickly prepped her arm.

Binding it with a cord to make the veins rise from her porcelain skin, she lightly tapped one and made sure that it was ready as she pressed the needle into the vile and with drew two ceces of serum. Little flicking the cylindrical tube she then injected herself. White hot heat scorched up her arm and she winced in pain and it shoved her into a darkness that she couldn't fight her way out of.

Soon she found herself laying on her back the siring still sticking from her arm, but the head ache no more. She with drew it with delicate fingers and placed it back on her nightstand. Sighing with relief as she rose to her full height and made her way to her fathers chambers where he sat upon his bed a thin sheet draped across his thighs covering his member. The young woman watched as one of his many mistresses quickly tied her corset off and fled from the room.

"Ah Vera my dear I have a little mission for you my darling." He said as he wove her in and she took a seat at the foot of his bed. Her soft features attempting to not twist into discuss as she held his gaze. "And that would be?" She inquired as she crossed the long slender column of her legs and clasped her hands on her lap. "Well my dear you are going on a trip to your home town, it is now time to put my plan into action." He uttered, his voice wraped around her like venom as she gave him acute nod and headed for his door.

"And Vera.. Don't utter a word or you will .. die." He finished as she made her way from his chamber down the hall. Her stomach twisted in tight knots. Her being the only daughter of that pig was a curse and yet with out him she would have probably died. A small sigh left her lips as she made it to her private air craft and was on her way.

That was hours ago and the young siren now stood in the market of Jumik. Her finger tips lightly trailing over the fine fabrics of tapestry woven by the woman who stood just behind them. She smiled to her and heard a man's voice near by. Raising her gaze intrigued by the tunes of his voice she rested her crimson orbs upon him. He stood a few feet away, in a crowd of woman. The young siren chuckled, her soft musical laughter causing a few men who got caught up in it's spell to turn and look at her.

Their eyes instantly woven with a deep lust. She paid no mind to them as a few of them where knocked upside the head by woman who were either their lovers, mothers, or wives. But held her gaze upon the man who some how had caught her eye.

Her crimson orbs stayed fixed upon him as he helped the woman who had crumbled at his feet. The young siren stiffed a snort of mild annoyance but was even more unaware as to why she’d felt that way. She shifted her gaze back to the tapestry when his own orbs met hers for a moment as she kicked herself. Luring men in way to go Vera. She scolded herself as she tried to not pay attention to the warm body that was drawing closer to her.

Her finger tips slipped about her neck rubbing the tense muscles from the head ache that still lingered. The meds had seemed to be wearing off and with out them the head ache would take hold of her again. Letting her head slid down her neck, it traveled down farther. Where it found a resting place resting on her narrow waist when she heard the question about dancing she turned toward him.

A small smile captured her lush lips as he quickly changed her mind. The siren debated on how to properly answer this question. Was she enjoying herself? That was an idea. She was set here as a lap dog for her father. To prepare what was to come and if she broke her vouch of silence then she would be put into a lifeless sleep only to be awoke by her one true love. Who ever that might be.

One the young woman slipped away from her thoughts she found that she was ones again toying with the pendent that hung about her neck. The only gift from her mother that she still cherished.

“Yes that I am. It has been years since I’ve graced these streets.” The young siren uttered her voice woven with delicate cords of silver that wove more magic with in the air. Though she had noticed that this mans gaze wasn’t running up and down her body. No actually he was looking right at her crimson pools. At her? No that was impossible. She thought as the woman whom, Vera could only of guessed was injured, came to join them.

Causing her crimson pools to be brought to fall upon the woman’s face. The light blush still tinting her cheeks as she rummaged through her pockets for payment to the man who’d been drawn to her. And as for why, that still troubled the young maiden as her gaze drifted back upon his face.

“I’m Vera. You are?” She asked him extending a hand out to him, her words far to tantalizing for such a simple phrase as she tried to tone down the siren with in but it became of little use. She hadn’t had much encounters with males other then her father. All others who were about her had been females. Her tongue swept over her lower lip as her arms wrapped around her bodes. The woman at his side was seeping hormones and they where annoying the territorial siren.

It was a new sensation to her and she found it very odd and tried to ignore it. She'd only met the man. Not happening she thought as she awaited his answer to her inquiry.

“These streets welcome you back with open arms miss.” He uttered a smile upon his face. The young siren held in what she was sure would have been an erpution of histerical laughter. Yes well for now they may but not for to much longer. She thought as she peered down at her watch knowing it would only be a few hours before the attack would happen.

She tore her gaze away from the small metal trinket that hung loosely about her dantiy wrist. She was just about to make a comment when he spoke to the woman at his side. It accured to her then that this man was far to kind and would probably fall victom to the horrific event that was about to accure.

You have to say something Vera. She ordered herself and parted her lips slightly to do so but was hushed by the pressure of his warm lips upon her hand. The small act caused the siren with in to purr with a deep need that the young woman didn’t understand. When he released her hand she realized then that her face felt far to warm, as if she had a fevor. But she wasn’t sick. Was she? She quickly dismissed it and offered him a warm smile.

“A pleasure to meet you as well Dageth.” She uttered, her voice now woven with more magic, more of the siren that she tried to keep hidden. The words of silver danced with in the air and she watched helplessly as they wove tightly about the man. No she thought stop luring him in! She ordered herself as she folded her arms tightly across the swell of her breast.

Thankfully the woman at his side pipped up and broke the siren’s concentration on the male causing her crimson orbs to shift to her. Watching her, she saw the venom with in her eyes she wanted to attack and it was distraction enough for Vera.

“Claudia. Such a pleasant name. I knew a girl ones by that name.. Sadly she no longer is alive for she crossed the wrong woman.” Her statement held the warning, don’t test me it may be the last thing you do. But her voice was so sweet and kind the warning would go unheard.

She didn’t much care for jealousy it was one of the seven deadly sins and could lead to a persons down fall. Her’s was a more enjoyable sin, lust. Such odd things that pop into my head. She thought as a small sigh left her lips as her gaze fell to their feet.

She then brought her crimson orbs back upon the man and offered him a sweet innocent smile that brought men to her feet. “Would you mind showing me about? My mother owned a shop near here I believe and I was wondering if it still stood.” She asked him, the cords of silver had returned to pull him into her. Though she’d already realized that they didn’t have the same affect upon him that they did other males. And that alone intrigued her far more then his touch.

She caught the subtle movement from the corner of her eye as the woman who was so wound up with jealous took a slight step forward and held onto Dageth’s sleeve. The small action annoyed her a little more then she was even willing to admit. Perhaps it was the faint sound of a growl that came from the woman. What ever it was Vera wasn’t about to allow it to go one much longer.

Raising one hand she held the hem of that sleeve as she spoke little more but only heard the questioning octave in the mans voice. “Don’t move.” Where the only tantalizing words that slipped from her lush mouth as she pressed her middle finger to the girls temple, the index near the corner of her eye while the other one resided just behind the top of her ear.

She may not like this woman, but she had already figured out by this point that the man at her side detested to see others in pain. The fair haired woman seemed to be aware of this and as it was appeared to be using it to her advantage. The young siren closed the crimson pools and focused her healing spell with in her, and slowly tiny balls of pure light began to seep from her finger tips into the woman's skin.

While the sirens lips moved quickly in silent prayer. With in a few short moments she was done and with drew her hand from her allowing the limp lim to fall at her side as she opened her crimson orbs. That now where a lighter shad of red, almost appearing to be violet. Her lids fluttered as she tried to adjust to the bright light that now seeped into her orbs. Such spells weren’t with out consequences and now the head ache that damned thing had returned.

The small act of kindness only lasted but a moment as those violet orbs drifted back to Dageth. They slowly where turning darker and where gradating back to their normal shade of brilliant crimson but that in itself would take a few hours. His voice chimed in her head as she offered him a small smile and a slight nod of the head.

“Wont mind it at all, however she should be healed by now. The spell I used heals, but it takes about five minutes to completely work through her system.” Her voice seemed to quiver slightly with the emence pain that she felt radiating through her head, but none the less still held it’s beauty.

“Shall we?” She asked extending a hand out, waving it out to indicate let us go. This was going to be a challenge. She though as her vision blurred for a moment and her footing nearly wavered. Running shaky fingers through her ebony curls she tried to relax herself. She was already running down the plans for what would happen when she got to her mothers shop. Bathroom, shot, pass out for a few moments and then prepare mental for what was about to venture forward.

Vera’s violet gaze went to the woman. Observing her, and to her she was acting like a love sick puppy. Her posture, the closeness to Dageth, her only speaking to him, the look that her gaze had when it lingered on him, she was healed now and still held onto him. Everything about her screamed her claim over him.

She thought as she winced from the radiating pain that radiated through her scull. She needed to take her meds and fast she thought as she watched Dageth compliment or rather bestow a nickname upon the ever glowering Claudia. Sweet cheeks of all the things he could call her, he called her that. If the young siren wasn’t in so much pain she would have laughed or turned her eyes toward the heavens. It would shurly make the already visible blush more darker on the woman and probably cause her jaw to drop ever so slightly.

The next thing that accured caught the young beauty off garud his arm was extended out to her and he bowed before her. Her tongue lightly swept over her lower lip as she felt the stab of guilt run through her. This man was far to kind to have to deal with the coming attack. She thought as she offered him a small smile. That regardless of how tiny a gesture still as a breath taking sight upon the siren’s face, lighting up her porcelain features ones more. Taking his arm she gave him a small nod.

“You are a charmer milord Dageth.” She teased him, trying but for a moment to ignore the pain that nearly was redering her motionless. The young woman was still startled as to how he wasn’t drawn to her like most men.

Love struck zombies with their mouths partly gaping at her beauty. Yes the young maiden was mostly around those of the fair sex manly because her father was a womanizing pig but from time to time men came about her. Those where some of the most interesting times of her life. When her father would beat them for their wondering eyes.

“Could we please hurry.” She spoke softly, pain etched with in the soft under tones of her mesmorizing voice. Her mothers shop wasn't to far off, she did remember that much about living here with her.

Her hearing had spicked emencly since the head ache began to make it’s way into her head. She resisted the tempting urge to clutch her scull and dig her finger nails into the flesh. The low growl that kept randomly slipping from the un to found woman on the other side of Dageth was wearing her pastience.

She was oh so very close to making the woman who was at arms length away her new training dummy. Water was such a fun little thing. She thought as she heard the woman’s small thank you.

Not heart felt, of course. What had she expected her to grovel at her feet. That would have been a bit interesting and probably would had made the siren forget if but for a moment about her head ache. Just as she thought the word the stabbing pain doubled by ten making it at a hundred and ten.

The bile had begun to rise hitting the back of her throat as she didn’t even pay much mind to the man who had just joined them. “I’m sorry Dageth…. Claudia… I have to go..” She uttered as she pulled away from the mans arm, not hearing any of the coversation that was going on around her she ran down the road. Random patrons on the street feel victom to her sprint as she bumped into them.

Finally with in a few short seconds she was at the shop she recognized it by the colorful sign decorated with blue paint and gold letter. “Madam Vistin” It read and she smiled greatfully as she entered it. Hopefully they would follow she thought as she went into the bathroom and drew the water. The hot steam billowed into the room as she pealed out of the white gown and tossed it to the side along with the pale gold jacket.

Finding her vile and siring she set them on the counter and slipped into the bath. Submurging herself for a few moments the water still ran at her feet as she let out a small sigh and reached with a shaky hand. Grasping the vile and siring in one hand wile she fixed the cord about her arm with the other. Quickly finding the vain, she bit her lip and injected the needle into her flesh. A small squeak escaped her lips as she felt the blackness run over her and she passed out, ones again.

Slowly the noises about her began to drift back and the darkness began to wither away as she felt soft lips pressed to her own and a hand against her arm. What in the world? She thought the young regained enough sense to realize that she no long was in water, no she felt the shaggy carpet of the main room pressed against her back. While she felt the plush fabric of a towel draped over her body.

The lips left her own and then returned and she felt the warm breath over another brush over her lips. Was she dead? No.. she couldn’t be she thought and then suddenly felt the tingling of magic sliding up her skin, through her skin and into her very being. She instantly jerked away from the arm as her eyes flew upon to find Dageth hovering over her. The violet orbs grew as a silent scream left her lips. What was going on! She thought as she pushed back away from them, skidding across the floor.

She heard the hiss of Claudia as she made her retreat and held in a hysterical laughter that wanted so badly to slip from her lips. Kissing her. Well that's sure what it looked like she thought.

The young siren used the strength of her arms to pull her away from the two men. She felt awkward and was trying desperately to figure out what had happened. Her violet pools flicked from one man to the next before it finally came to rest upon her arm. Where the siring still pierced her skin.

Realization washed over her as she rose her gaze back up to the men.

“I’m not.. a junky.” Was all that slipped from her damp lips. She lowered her gaze to the towel and tightly clutched it about her.

“I’m sick… I have migraines.” She whispered as she looked down at the floor dampened by the water that had slid from her naked form. She slowly rose and stumbled forward catching herself on the coffee table as she glared down at the siring and took it from her arm. Quickly setting it down upon the table as she tried to regain her footing.

Unsteadily she took another step and quickly crumbled to the floor banging her knee off of the table. "Damn it." She hissed as she held the injured knee.

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Mankind is doomed. That is all I can say after reading this...

Well, that and; All I hear is 'blah blah blah, I'm a dirty whore'.