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History/Story
History:
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I'll add stuff here as I feel like it~
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RP Sample:
An RP sample of this character posed as an actual reply in an IC topic, meaning it is a legit sample of role play.
History:
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I'll add stuff here as I feel like it~
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RP Sample:
An RP sample of this character posed as an actual reply in an IC topic, meaning it is a legit sample of role play.
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The kaleidoscope of people and emotions around the ballroom was something else. She always had a fantastic ability to read people intuitively, a sort of "You just know" sensation that she'd long learned through experience to use effectively. And with it she could feel the people around her, and boy did some emotions run high. This life style, attending these parties and essentially living just to attend the next one, was taken very seriously to some.
Some such as a woman in purple who she noticed give her an incredible stinkeye as she bowed as part of a dance over on the dance floor. The woman in green behind the table she had intended to approach to forage for fancy food. The pink haired woman in the sequinned brown dress sitting at one of the tables under the balconies, who's glared at her over her crystalline wine glass.
Siren of course didn't return any stares, neither did she even look at them. All was seen in the few moments in her peripheral vision even as she kept an eye on the groups of men nearer to the doors.
Seven seconds, the men started to break off to approach her- given the direction of their movement and their interest in her earlier it was an easy deduction, not to mention their eyes still being on her.
Ninth second, the music's rhythm dropped with a beat as it peaked and the dancers twirled in time. But to her left a man, a man who didn't look so jaded with party affairs, also made a move to towards her more from the further edges of the room.
Tenth second, the music was stopped and the men held their partners in a stoop, a dramatic ending to the music before another would start and a new dance would begin. The other man she'd noticed was in a hurried pace, he would arrive before the men from the door had a chance. He seemed troubled with something, she didn't know precisely. It felt like inner conflict. It felt similar to the shy men who she could feel wanting to approach her but were to shy to do so, but with confidence and the could-be "Shyness" felt a little different. Indecision perhaps.
Five more seconds and he was upon her, her destination of the long table of food still a quarter of the room away from her. Siren mentally sighed, but she let a mask of amusement and awe with the environment she found herself dominate her outer appearance. The real trick however, was making the mask run deep. Letting it radiate in the minute expressions of the face and the language of her body. But more important still was in layering a mask above that, one that said the party was nothing new to her and it was no big deal- which was easy, since it was in reality.
"You're looking particularly lovely at this ball. I'm Shaku" He said to her. Siren didn't stop for his approach, but kept walking and feigned being caught off guard, slightly surprised. He didn't bow, and he gave his name pretty quickly but also at the end of his statement rather than an introduction. So he wasn't overconfident in his name, he'd have given it first and with a title and surname if that was the case.
He was relatively new at this, Siren decided. Or at least careless. Siren smiled pleasantly, a little twinkle in her eye. A terribly under appreciated skill, being able to control that "spark" in one's eye. It made a world of difference in almost all dealings. Siren gave a shallow curtsy the new man, Shaku, as it were.
"A pleasure... Mr. Shaku." She said warily as though uncertain with herself as to what to call him. Shaku was obviously a first name. She had stopped for the exchange, it was polite and her persona would never dare to be less than polite. Siren felt a little crush of temporary disappointment come from behind her. From it's direction, felt with her magic, Siren pinned it as the other men who made off to make the first contact with her. They'd noticed they failed, they'd been intercepted. Siren was amused by their disappointment.
"I am Lady Redlocke" She continued after only a minute pause after repeating his name. He looked to be in his late teens. Eighteen, nineteen. Maybe twenty. Siren herself looked to be in her early twenties, a sweet ripe age of twenty four or so. Siren wasn't sure if it was considered weird here or not, from what she'd seen boys seemed to be considered men here at around fifteen. Particularly with mages.
Damn, if only she could have reasoned her way into wearing her sunglasses with her outfit. She could determine who was a mage or not. She had her sunglasses hidden in her dress, but that was for later. She shouldn't be wearing them in the middle of the ballroom.
Regardless, she was approached. She didn't have a problem with associating with younger men, age was a silly concept for her to take too seriously within reason.
Siren looked into his eyes with her own vibrant peachy irises. His were dual colored, one was black as the other was white. He didn't appear to be blind in the white eye, but the iris was actually a drained of color. It was the same for the black colored eye.
Making eye contact with him, as any confident young woman would, Siren's intuition ran wild as she received sensations to 'feel' his character. It was easy to see he was a killer. Siren felt certain he'd killed someone before, or at least it would be very easy for him to do so. But hey, he felt sociable enough.
