Pseudonym; Zirena
Picto; x
Female; Feminine
Pansexual
Omnivorous
Height; Between 13 & 29
Tumblr - x nsfw
Appears to be in her prime
Smells faintly of the sea
Reference; x -Design & Ref @ Parrotsnpineapple

Other art //
FoxOfTheStars: x
Wake: xx

• Eternal wanderlust.
• Very attuned with her surroundings.
• Wears her jewelry for a reason other than looks.
• Doesn't seem to mind physical contact and usually gives what she gets.
• Refuses to sleep around strangers or even most of those she comes to know.
• Dry, sarcastic sense of humor though it's sometimes hard to draw out her comical side.
• Tries to keep everyone at arms-length. Acquaintances are cool, but things get messy when others get close to you, is her line of thinking. Has a history of failing at this despite her best efforts.
• Gets her kicks out of gathering knowledge, examining social structures and types of intelligences, and collecting experiences.
• Incredibly prideful, though quietly so. Takes vast offense at shots at her intelligence or abilities, most notably.
• Essentially born of and one with the ocean; harbors a strong affinity for water.
• Unable to have 'creative' dreams. Dreams are always memories from current or past lives.
• Created for a purpose, though no longer lives up to this purpose or at least not fully. At times feels innate urges to do certain things she'd otherwise have little desire to do. May or may not act on those urges, but it's often uncomfortable for her if she doesn't.
• Paradoxically views herself as both righteous and immoral. Constantly at war with herself over these opposing inward forces. Would like to give off the appearance to the rest of the world that she is in fact wholly righteous, whether or not she is in the slightest.
• Falsely humble in a way. Not quick to talk about accomplishments or travels; would much rather be vague as possible. Does hand out tidbits of information at times, usually in hopes of trading info for info so to speak.
• Quite hard to intimidate given her travels and experiences. That being said, will quickly back down from a confrontation if she doesn't believe the odds are in her favor or if she doesn't have some other ploy in mind.
• Seems to easily swing between being dominant or submissive, given whatever the situation appears to require of her. At her core, seems to be truly be neither or.. Merely ebbs and flows in response to her surroundings.
• Essentially sterile, and it’s because of an intentional incident of her own doing but that's a long sob story for another day.

It’s unknown to even the creature herself when she came to be in existence. Her memories no longer reach back to that place in time. A few things are known to her, either through dreams or snippets of a long lost tale…
She was once a formless spirit, an abyssal essence, which was plucked from the depths of the ocean she inhabited. It was during a time of great distress in the worlds and powerful deities began harvesting formless beings and fitting them with bodies. They were designed as helpers, protectors, guardians, a means of winning wars and safe harboring those the deities looked fondly on. Most of the guardian spirits did just that, they were the proverbial ‘angel on the shoulder’ of many great men and powerful creatures. They were warriors and essential bodyguards on the battlefields. Fitted from creation with urges to carry out these divine purposes, it was nearly impossible for them to do otherwise.
Zirena lived on like this for many centuries, traveling wherever fate lured her to go. Becoming bound to certain beings or places for periods of time. Fighting for them, protecting them, guiding them. However, she often felt trapped by her urges and her cage of a body.
It was in a particularly vile world that Zirena was all but driven to insanity. She rebelled against the divine urges within her and handled the revolting place in her own way. As punishment for her treachery, many of her powers were stripped from her.

Somewhere along the way, she cast off her given name, adopting the pseudonym Zirena using varying forms of the name in different worlds.
Each time her physical body is destroyed she loses a great deal, if not all, of her memories. The last time this happened was just over two centuries ago. She retains her essence, and a new body is formed after death. There are ways to completely destroy her, though she doesn’t actually know the ways to do so herself.



|| Hypervigilance || Whether this a given gift or one formed over years of strife is unknown. Very aware of her surroundings. Constantly maps things out in her mind, forming connections between beings, places, and circumstances.
Able to sense the "essence" of another when a being is close by. However, she can do nothing more with this than know the position of a being proximal to herself. Comes in handy when wearing her mask when her vision is limited.
This ability ebbs and wanes, seems strongest when alertness is heightened and weaker when she's relaxed.


Zirena once was a more powerful, formidable creature. Over the ages, she has had most of her abilities stripped from her, leaving her with mere remnants of what she used to be capable of.

She used to have the powers of healing and divination, and also the power to bless or to curse. Had those stripped from her. Still tries at times to do things such as read entrails in an attempt to foresee futures, or mutters blessings and curses under her breath. Old habits die hard. Mere coincidences may have her to believe she still retains a little of these abilities.

Still has a general knowledge of healing herbs and certain procedures. Is able to lock her golden, coiled snake around a broken leg bone to stabilize and protect it as it heals.

She has different forms but is commonly 'stuck' to one form in a particular place. In some places she is able to switch between them.

Other things...

|| War Helm (The Trireme) || Once a necessary piece of equipment in the last place she took on the form of a doe. Very sturdy and made of solid material. Combined with the power of her strong neck it is able to cause heavy damage.

It does get rather heavy, so she doesn't prefer to keep in on for long lengths of time. Also has limited eyesight when wearing it, though still seems to have good aim in landing blows. There's a certain amount of sentimental value attached to it. May wear it when injured or otherwise unsettled. Or when there's ass to be whooped.

|| Jewelry || Wears golden jewelry at times which are more or less spoils from a war waged in another time. All of it is removable, but the earrings are most always kept on. She often hides away the facial diadem and the coiled snake worn around her lower left leg. The jewelry holds a double meaning for her, one of which she finds quite humorous.




Though neither the strongest nor quickest opponent, her skill lies in her sheer amount of experience in combat. Every blow is carefully set up and delivered with calculated precision. She is adept at reading her opponent and every dodge uses minimal energy. Pretty equally balanced between offensive and defensive in her tactics.

Her tines are used to slash at the sides, flanks, and chests of her opponents. Teeth are sharp and she'll most commonly go for the throat or face with them; post canines are seal-like and hooked giving her a vice-grip that's hard to get out of. Sturdily built legs may lash out occasionally to place a well-aimed kick. Also may use her weight to ram into an opponent to knock them off balance. Agile to a certain extent, though not necessarily fast. Typically overpowered quite easily when an opponent manages to get a hold of her.
When wearing her mask, could be able to inflict rather deep puncture wounds. Also able to hook legs with the tusks of the mask to trip up her opponent.

Though she gets more pleasure out of a fair fight, she isn't above taking advantage of a situation. When she does feel she is outmatched, the hind is quick to back off. She has no qualms about killing, however, doesn't typically aim to kill unless it's deemed absolutely necessary.



Inspiration //

Eudaemon (Thanks to Matthew for further information)
Disir
Sirens
Leopard Seals



"I am part of that power which eternally wills evil, and eternally works good."
- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, "Faust"

“I myself stand on one side and the rest of the world on the other. There is an abyss between, that no power can cross, a strange barrier more insuperable than a mountain of fire."
- W. Somerset Maugham, "Mrs Craddock"

“Your perspective on life comes from the cage you were held captive in.”
- Shannon L. Alder

"Out of the noisy centuries
The foolish and the fearful fade;
Yet burn unquenched these warrior eyes,
Time hath not dimmed, nor death dismayed.”
- Walter de la Mare

“For we all have our own
twilights
and mists
and abysses
to return to.”
- Sanober Khan

"To guide someone through the halls of hell is not the same as love."
- Gregory Orr

"We would frequently be ashamed of our good deeds if people saw all of the motives that produced them."
- Fancois de La Rochefoucauld

"Will you come along cause I'm about to leave this town
In my eyes, a waterfall, all I can hear, a siren call
Could you be waiting by the shore, oh I could drown without you
Will you be holding out the line when I fall?
....
Have you ever had to be the one who sail away
Have your heart torn apart, feel your love float astray
Do you remember all the sounds, when I found you by the lake
And how the water seemed to call your name"
- Woodkid, "Never Let You Down"

"Act my age? What the fuck is that, “act my age”? What do I care how old I am? The Ocean is old as fuck. It will still drown your ass with vigor. "