Intense Color and A Sharp Eye














Updates
Physical .............. ; 90% (Note Healing; heals anywhere from 10-25 points a day depending on whether or not the proceeding day is spent doing nothing or with minimal movement. Sianna heals more quickly than my other characters. I have no problem with other people and their characters who receive damage from her matching how quick it can be.

Combat; I will almost always apply damage even if I did not visibly spot contact on my screen. Although, note that, usually when the character is 'hassling' a single deer or even a group of deer, she is not always attempting to inflict damage despite the emotes. When the character intends to inflict serious damage(And she can. She will slash, gash, and stab her opponent, no matter their size. With larger opponents, targets their legs, sides, or underbelly.), I will have the character sneeze to default antlers. There is no sudden growth, merely an effective method to split critical and noncritical damage up. Sianna limps around when health is at 55% or lower.
) || Mental Fluctuating ; 90%

" ............. "

For everything good there's something bad.
I've seen the reflection of pale chalk spheres in the ripples of hushed white tides,
and for most they'd lose their minds.
They'd lose their mother fucking minds.
And maybe I did, for a while.




Basic Information
Name; Sianna, Picto
Title; The Aerial Temptress
Real Name; Selena May Holland
Called; Bitch, whore, psychopath
Age; Adult
Gender; Female
Species; Phoenix deer
Orientation; Bisexual, polygamist
Size; #7
Voice; Emily H.
Reference; Here
Talks in; #9d9169 or #57694d


Overview
September, 2010
Intense, wildly toxic
Centered around love and loss.

Flawed, imperfect
Contradictory, conflicted
A mutable companion, effusive consequences.

Love and war
Treasured, but undoubtedly a game.
Fearless, will gore, and take what she has coming.
Obsessive, compulsive, an egg timer.
Sadomasochistic; give it, take it, love it all.
Calculatedly versatile, clever, unpredictable.

vindictive, button pusher.
A stalker, a leech, a succubus.
Hidden, deep and untapped reserve screaming for change.

Remorseful murderer.
Deeply impacted, eternally writhing.
The product of an abused escapee who found freedom.
Pregnancy & birth log(2014)


Extended
Depth
She tends to get carried away which normally results in other deer gritting their teeth or wanting to destroy her. While she may intentionally be trying to get under their skin she may also be trying to prove a valuable point; whether or not the deer is capable of understanding why she is doing something or not. It brings a sense of peace and victory to her. So long as she got whatever it was out of her system she is usually golden. That is not always the case though, as she can hold grudges for quite a long time.

No matter her reasons, to most, she comes off as annoying, clingy, demanding, and who knows what else, perhaps a little(or a lot) off her rocker, however all of the taunting, attacking, and urges to destroy her will not get rid of her, at least not immediately. With that said, important events can act as key points in her life, which can create change. It can be hard for such events to actually impact her though.

Unfortunately if she has taken an interest in your deer they will be stalked and given any treatment she deems necessary. Every deer is different; if they're mean to her sometimes she likes it(She also feels that no matter the state of their relationship at that time there is still a chance to mend it and form a bond, whether it be on an intimate or platonic level), other times she wants revenge. If they love her sometimes she will return the affection, other times play them against other deer. There is no telling. One thing is for certain though, if they have caught her interest good enough it is doubtful that they will shake her loose on their own. The only methods to losing her are if she finally gets bored, the deer of interest disappears and she can not follow, on very rare occasions are able to make her see reason, OR on even rarer occasions she lets the deer go, and would like to keep said deer in her life on some sort of friendly level. There is also reproducing. While not always effective, it has been proven that the birth of a fawn from a deer that she had strong feelings for can forever break her desire to be with them(Dinah Moon for example). Mpreg however doesn't count, because she strangely likes that(Discovered when Emdeaur had their fawn).

As for strange/Unknown deer(This includes nameless deer and fawns)... sometimes she tolerates them and other times not.

Deer on her black list are not always harassed. As a matter of fact she will try to avoid them if she can. If she happens upon them by accident, may or may not chase/harass them/their group. If such a deer comes within view she will probably go investigate, though it is highly unlikely for her to actually engage the deer or its group unless they display provocative behavior. It is not guaranteed though.

Sianna does not like fawns. She adopted one once and even that poor thing got mistreated... the only reason she adopted it was because she was jealous of Dinah Moon's adoptee. She has no attachment to them what-so-ever. She murdered her own child in her human life so how could she possibly like them? She is unpredictable around them, and chances are if deer around her set her off she will go for the weakest party in an attempt to teach them a lesson, i.e. fawns. - Known to attempt to abduct fawns or use them as leverage if need be.

To clear up confusion, especially because in "What A world" she acted as though she loved her child. She did, she loved him with all of her heart and soul. The reason she can not stand fawns is because she killed her child thinking it was the right thing to do. Once reincarnated she realized that despite loving him she still committed murder, and could never love another child the same ever again. Why change now? She feels as though she has committed the ultimate sin. In short, it all backfired. - It should be noted that if she does happen to attach herself to another deer well enough, she is known to promise them that she will bare them a son(As she had with Sorog before driving him to insanity). It is a deadly game of chance, and only she knows what will come of it.

If Sianna knows how another deer ticks and she dislikes them she will usually do quite a bit of poking around to flare them up.

Deer that are used in her games and play along, or do not catch on, are considered 'toys' and are used for her own amusement until they have exceeded their usefulness, whereas they are for the most part forgotten(unless they make a turnaround), and replaced with new toys.

Recently fond of adopting young or adult deer smaller than herself and keeping them as pets(A status like Quicksilver), however this sort of thing could be considered a rare occurrence. Extremely attached to these deer and tends to become possessive. They are property, and she does not like other deer attempting to claim her property or steal her property. Also doesn't like deer she doesn't like around them.

If a deer manages to evade anything bad, good job. It's a good thing. She does have a soft side, a side that yearns to better herself, a side that wants to do right.
Love & Relationships
Her preferences are not set in stone(For instance; a person may not find a bald guy attractive in the present, but in the future that could always change). Normally it is on a 'deer by deer' basis.

Just because she likes deer A does not mean she will like deer B even though their personality and actions are very similar.

Due to being in an abusive relationship she suffered a lot of mental trauma. Once reincarnated and placed in the forest those problems carried over. Out of reach from her abusive husband, she knew that and sought out affection to fill an empty hole. That was when she was first placed in the forest. After many lovers and time to heal - or so she thought she had healed - came to the conclusion that she was ready to give her heart to another in exchange for theirs(In what was presumed to be at the time, fully, whereas she would not give her heart to another again). Her heart resided with Sherlock for some time until her abuse finally took its toll and they split. After that started back at square one, falling back into her usual ways, that some old pattern.

Sianna seeks out deer and desires to have many companions, long term or short term, as well as toys and pets, and breaking other deer.

What she seeks varies, but most of the time it is undying loyalty, understanding, love, and affection. One that will stand by her no matter her actions, one that will protect her no matter the circumstances.

With that in mind, should a deer be stable enough to put up with everything that she says and does, whatever she pulls them into, and still hangs around, there is the possibility that she would fully give her heart to another. This is not easy by any means. There have only been a few deer thus far that she has(as far as she is aware at least), truly loved enough to give her heart to(Such as Sherlock). One reproduced. Another finally, after nearly a year of constantly chasing, made her realize that she would never have his heart, and the other endured far too much abuse and finally 'broke'.

Often times deer that she does not express her 'love' to are the ones with potential to be loved most(Could put current examples here, but then where is the secrecy and fun!). This excludes expressing her fondness of a deer. Expressing fondness is not expressing love. - Recent events have made this questionable, it is not always true.

... Bisexual, polygamist, swinger.

... Objectum Sexual; Attracted to inanimate objects, also talks to them. Specifically Wyen(Why-en) Oak, a stump near the blue bowl that she has visited frequently since her arrival here.

... Loves homosexual and bisexual males. Also likes genderless deer. Despises lesbians, only exception being if she is drawn to a doe herself.

... Age is not a factor

Deer that are seriously treasured, she will actually try to keep them away from the daily drama she usually creates. These deer are actually put on pedestals and practically worshiped. She can be an excessive groomer, always keeping her favored companions spic and span, always making sure they feel loved, wanted, and needed.


"As long as we believe that someone else has the power to make us happy then we are setting ourselves up to be victims."

- Robert Burney


Uruushou's picture

Me gusta. ♥

Me gusta. ♥

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<3!
DinahMoon's picture

:]

:]
Kaoori's picture

she is such an intense

she is such an intense character.

&hearts;

<:
RiverCatRa's picture

Sianna always crush my brain

Sianna always crush my brain x)
pumpkinseed's picture

trackytrack

trackytrack

LOVE YOU SIANNA.

LOVE YOU SIANNA.
Krystal's picture

yessss

yessss <3

Quote:
Sianna always crush my brain x)


ALSO YES.
Snowsauria's picture

&hearts;

I've missed this. &hearts;

I've missed this. ♥

Track. (8

Track. (8

Uruushou, Jala, DinahMoon,

Uruushou, Jala, DinahMoon, Selruil, Pumpkinseed, Brit, Pinkpaws40 - ♥

Kaoori - I'm glad you think so.

RiverCatRa, Krystal - She does that to me too.

Torturer - Awh ♥
Sighthoundlady's picture

Oh, good to see this up here

Oh, good to see this up here on the community! Awesome bio as usual.
Freyja's picture

Track!

Track!
ocean's picture

Traaack. (:

Traaack. (:
QuinEXE's picture

Oh hi.

Oh hi. <3

Sighthoundlady - Might as

Sighthoundlady - Might as well. Thanks.

Freyja, Ocean - ♥

QuinEXE - Hey <3
Faustt's picture

Mine! -rubs self all over

Mine! -rubs self all over gorgeous CSS-
GingerNut's picture

I really, really love this

I really, really love this character already. The psychology behind her is so intense... you don't often see characters like her on here.
Tracking c':
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There you are :3

There you are :3
Xemi's picture

Tracking all over this

Tracking all over this ♥
Kirness's picture

Staaaaaaalk. &hearts;

Staaaaaaalk. ♥
Please call me Lyssa or Kir. n.n

Art by Anjali. ♥

Faustt - Lol. GingerNut -

Faustt - Lol.

GingerNut - What a compliment. Thanks so much.

OkamiLugia - Here I am.

Xemi, Kirness - ♥

This is so, very beautiful.

This is so, very beautiful. ♥
Fincayra's picture

Love her. &hearts;

Love her. ♥
Freyja's picture

Seeing all this activity

Seeing all this activity makes me want to rp with her! Would you be up for it with my Brynhried?

Dinamo - Thanks Fincayra -

Dinamo - Thanks

Fincayra - ♥

Freyja - Most definitely.
Laiia's picture

!

! <3

Avatar & signature by Shimmyshimmy. ♥
Freyja's picture

"Madam!"The mottled stag

"Madam!"The mottled stag approuches, slowly with the manner he has recently been shown. He'd seen her earlier- those injuries had drawn his attention. Only now, when she was awake, did he have the head to talk to her."You're very hurt....let me help you." He'd come no closer than 5 yards, head tilted slightly with hair cascading around his neck.

Sianna laid there, not only

Sianna laid there, not only injured at this point, but in a suicidal depression. Usually her motives would have been to seduce the stag, or start trouble, but not after the recent trauma she had underwent. - She would hear a strangers voice, not one she recognized. She did not bother move to see who it was, nor did she care enough to find out. An ear would flicker, long tail feathers swaying to rest over an exposed hindquarter only to hear the voice again. The doe immediately began to feel agitated. "Go... away", her voice was low and tone nonthreatening, there was no energy to raise it or sound irritated, even if that is what she was aiming for.
Spirituelle's picture

Been really interested in

Been really interested in this character the last while; I've been lurking her bio quite a bit.
(:
Freyja's picture

She didn't move, and he

She didn't move, and he became a little more worried about the stranger's current state. But she acknowledge him, then with something he was all too familiar with. If he'd been in her position, he'd have said the same thing. What was one supposed to do? Just leave her?"I can't. Not now anyway. Let me get you something....moss? I guess it'd be good for bandaging." He kept his voice quiet and level, so as not to provoke her. "Or food, if you're hungry. Then I may leave you."

Mmm

Mmm <3

Spirituelle - Glad that she

Spirituelle - Glad that she interests you, and that you decided to say something.

Freyja - The doe attempted to take a deep breath only to be cutoff by a painful sensation striking her chest, shoulders, and ribs, fighting back a wail of agony that desperately wanted to slip passed her lips. Dry, her lips were... and a mouthful of cotton it seemed, she was thirsty. - Sianna would disregard everything that the stranger said, she didn't need any of that. Instead, she would command him to do something else. "Carry me. Pick me up now and take me to the pond".

Nopje - <3!

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Great to see this back

Great to see this back here!
Tracking.
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His ears flicked back as she

His ears flicked back as she went quiet, orange eyes waiting for any indication of something. Then a command; rather indecent of her, considering that he was being polite, but he didn't mention it. "Alright," he grunted, lowering himself to the ground to sit and help shove her across the middle of his spine. Assuming she was on, he'd heave himself to his feet with great effort, glad of his growing strength. "Not far now..." A slow, laboured plod brought Brynhried to the lapping banks of the pond eventually, where he would again lie down with his long legs tucked beneath his bulk to let her off, just where the water met land.

Once she seemed settled, he himself would wade into the water to dip his antlers in it, hoping to freshen up the flowers tangled in his tines. It was quite the odd picture; his long fur was dripping in long trails, especially around his neck, and he had the occasional weed stuck in his crown. "Who did that to you, anyhow?" he'd query after a long silence, slowly walking out of the pond with lengths of fur hanging down around his hide. Brynhried stayed where he was though; not too close to her, but rather standing guard.



parrotsnpineapple -

parrotsnpineapple - thanks

Freyja - She could not believe how much of a pushover this stag was being, or at least that is what she thought of him as. At the grunt she could of rolled her eyes, but instead she returned it with one of her own. - As the stag lowered himself, and with much aid in getting her in the middle of his back, she would finally rest there... uncomfortably, but it shouldn't of lasted long anyways. At first she would feel nothing, though as he began to move onward every inch of her body felt set aflame, what with all of the lacerations, and quite possibly some broken bones somewhere. She would try to hold back the sounds of pain, but to no avail, some seeped through, releasing howls of misery and groans of discomfort.

As they approached the bank and he laid down, finally after what felt like an eternity, she would gently slide from him, body meeting with the cool, crisp water. Her wounds stung at first contact, though the unpleasantness of it all soon faded.

Sianna would inhale lightly, eyes momentarily closed. She would look to the stag who had at this point waded into the water himself, and as he dipped his tines into that refreshing aqua, she would soak in the feel of small, rippling waves colliding with her form. - The doe had tried to avoid speaking with the stranger as much as possible, especially once she thought she had already had him figured out, even if this was their first encounter, no matter how short. His question however... changed that. "Oh...", she says softly, not even above a whisper. "It doesn't matter... telling you who it was isn't going to get revenge. If only there was someone, somewhere, that could ever help poor, little injured me. I didn't deserve this", her head would shake faintly, a sniffle given. "I try so hard sometimes... you know? Then I get stepped on and beat up... I think... I think I want to cry".
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He felt bad, hearing that she

He felt bad, hearing that she was in pain, and tried to smooth his walk to little avail. It was a difficult task she had given him; with a reminder that it was the doe herself that had requested this, he put his troubles to rest. Then as he lay down on the bank to dry off, enjoying a little sunlight that had begun to seep through the clouds, he listened again. This time she really talked, and he frowned a little, out of concern and confusion.

"I wouldn't go after them. I probably wouldn't even know them," he assured her, looking away as she continued. Brynhried wasn't sure what to think of it; it sounded sincere, but silly, atleast to him. Were all does like this? "Don't cry," was all he could manage, looking back at the victim. It took a moment before he'd say something again. "Let it out. But don't cry. Does the water help?" He'd tease the surface of the shallows with a hoof, spreading ripples across the surface. The entire situation confused him, but that was normal, wasn't it?



Sianna closed her eyes at his

Sianna closed her eyes at his response. That is all she needed to hear to feel rage beginning to boil. Rejection was one thing she never handled well; now it was a matter of trying to muzzle such fiery temper in order to coax him into carrying out her revenge, or explode on him, end it quickly and find a more gullible target. - When he said don't cry, being consumed by building aggravation, it would have been a difficult thing to accomplish anyways, so no tears would be spilled for the time being. All she could do thereafter was look to him, a burning and serious 'go to hell' look hidden behind the sockets of her mask... which grew all the more hellish at his last words. "So what you're insinuating is that I should bottle up how I feel?", she says calmly, questionably, without a trace of viciousness, yet she felt it rising, becoming a time bomb. "Crying is letting it out, but I won't cry, no...".

Sianna would let silence upon them for a short time, letting everything he said play over in her mind several times before doing the unexpected; through pain and all, she would bite it back, struggling, though successfully pull herself to all fours. Heavy breathing would follow as she stood upon those shaky, spindly legs. Head was down, eyes peering into the water, watching it create small ripples with each droplet merging again with the pond. Once she was stable that neck would crane, glazed eyes now resting on the stranger. She did not move, just stared with a sharp, piercing gaze. "I could just peel your face off, if you prefer. Better yet, I could drowned you in the pond here", her tone was steadily growing toxic. "Now which would you prefer, dumbass? Me to suppress the feeling to cry, or this urge to watch you struggle until your last breath?".
Corell's picture

hmm...&hearts;

hmm...♥

I apologize if Nägendre seems

I apologize if Nägendre seems boring.

Corell -

Corell - <3

TheRising - If he moves now and again, it's not so bad. Sticking out tongue No worries.

He is quite standoffish at

He is quite standoffish at first, more so stumped. XP Doesn't know how to act around new acquaintances. But, as you've probably noticed, more interesting behavior can be coaxed out of him with time and social/behavioral triggers. =P

I have noticed. It's not a

I have noticed. It's not a problem that he's standoffish at first. I like to give my character a bit of a challenge when the opportunity arises. Plus, I always enjoy figuring out a characters actions in-game, their ticks, and learning their social behavior. It makes it fun. - Hopefully more will be discovered once they have spent some more time together. Sianna will surely be dragging him around the forest when she goes to do... whatever it is she wants to at the time.
Freyja's picture

He caught that look and was

He caught that look and was very surprized by it; the stag had supposed he had been helping her. He wasn't one to cry; that was weak. You just....expressed it...in different ways. He'd done that, and he'd never tell anyone how he did it. But at the moment he'd supposed he meant talking.
"No, don't bottle it up, I mean you should-" he was interrupted as she continued. Then there was silence; before she stood up, he quietly continued, never raising his voice. "I think talking is a good way to deal with feelings....bottiling it up is the worst thing....I don't know. I'm sorry. Perhaps crying is good." Again, maybe a doe thing?

But then she began to stand up, and his eyes widened with both wonder and worry. She was stronger than he'd thought, presumably ignoring all that pain just to do it. A little bit of admiration maybe; it wasn't dashed when she suddenly stared at him, beginning to speak with venom of horrible things. At the word drown, he visibly cringed; no, no, no, don't go there. He hadn't done that. It wasn't his fault; he nearly shut himself off, closing his eyes to stop images, opening them when she finished her talk. And he was silent again, tangerine irises drilling into the dirt near his fluffy chest. Calm. Peace.

Brynhried replied with none of the violence that she spoke with; still as level as ever, while still with enough emotion to remain un-robotic. All the insults and threats he took like punches, but those punches he was very accustomed to."You're hurt. Please don't strain your injuries." The stag paused, with a moment of horror as he thought that her words sounded almost like something his father would say. He even wondered if she wasn't just bluffing. "I only want to assist you. If my presence is disconcerting, then I will help by leaving." With this, he'd rise on his tall legs again, face turning stony as he strived to push memories of past sins away, with the occasional twitch.

The does ears would fall flat

The does ears would fall flat against her head, standing there but only due to the quick rise of adrenaline that had overrun her. She was small, but that did stop her from pushing through the pain that struck like electricity. She had adapted to the abuse and being worn down, perhaps in some way she had begun to build a tolerance when on the verge of a psychotic, murderous rage... or in some cases, determination to get something done. Several events prior to this strangers visit had not helped, but... as quick as that spitfire temper hit, it more quickly washed away.

Sianna would watch the other; observing, wondering, listening. When he spoke that sudden burst of adrenaline had entirely depleted. Her eyes would be averted, now staring down into the crisp water beneath her. Slowly but surely she would look back to the stranger, and with whatever strength was left carry herself closer to the bank. Through labored breathing and gritted teeth she would lower herself down; upper half meeting with the muddy bank, and lower meeting with the cool pond water.

"You cant help me", she begins, her tone low and saddened, a dramatic shift from the explosion. "Many have tried and failed. You are no different", of course she was speaking mentally, not physically. She had grown to accept the lack of help when she was injured; usually tending to her own wounds. That aside, she had also grown to cope with her own mental state, the outcome of it in the end? Her mind was slowly diminishing, getting help would soon be all but a lost cause, if it weren't already. - The phoenix had created far too many enemies, and while new deer were always arriving in the forest, they would never be good enough for her.

"Leave".
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-places track- ^^

-places track- ^^
Hraeth's picture

So good to see this here

So good to see this here again.

Shiori, Hraeth -

Shiori, Hraeth - <3