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


Too awesome, this is.

Too awesome, this is. <3
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And just like that, she was

And just like that, she was calm again. It was a little worrying, something dangerous, not to tamper with. He kept a note of that in his head. When the doe lay down again, he took the time to try and clean his antlers of weeds, running them through the shallows whilst leaning over. Maybe next season, his flowers would grow even more; a full head of flowers would be an odd thing to parade around with! While she was silent, he was momentarily distracted by the thought of looking like a tree.

And then there was her voice from before. He realised she was right; he couldn't be much help, whatever she really meant. But he wanted to help. "I....you are right. I can't truely help you. But I am trying to do what I can." He shrugged, talking passively; Brynhried expected no gratitude from this doe, and he wasn't disappointed. She probably thought he was pathetic; a momentary feeling of embarrasment overcame him. She probably knew much better, chattier, helpful company.

"Alright. But may I seek you out tomorrow?" Raising one eyebrow inquisitively wtih his offer, he began to turn whilst finishing his words. "Maybe I can't help you, but I am without company." With this, he'd take a few steps forward before looking over his shoulder, braid and flat hair falling over his face with a slap, still soaked with water.

If her answer was simple, he would dip his head, and lumber off again towards his haunt.


( Added in that last bit in the end, just as an explanation for their behaviour in-forest maybe? )

Hooran - Awh, thank you.

Hooran - Awh, thank you.

Freyja - She rolls her eyes at his last remark, as if she'd care that he was without company. Maybe she did... a little, if only to seek him out when she had none. "Maybe", she says, wetting her lips thereafter. "I will find you next time... maybe".

( No problem. Also, sorry it's nothing compared to your post, not entirely sure what to do with it from there. )
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You can has trollpony!

LOL. Thank you.

LOL. Thank you.

I shall be trackin this

I shall be trackin this ♥
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Tracking also. /loves reading

Tracking also. /loves reading about her ♥

By Leuvr

Thank you both. &hearts;

Thank you both. ♥
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SORRY I haven't replied to

SORRY I haven't replied to our rp for a few days. I'll get to it ASAP! /lazybutt

No worries. Take your time.

No worries. Take your time.
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"Where are you manners, my

"Where are you manners, my dear?" The blue stag had approached Sianna only to glare at her with cold, sapphire eyes. "You embarrassed me in front of my guest. Not to mention put a few scratches on my fine shoulders."

It had been a bad time for

It had been a bad time for the doe, what with having severed all emotional ties with Dinah. She had been being 'good' after the fact, even for a while when it came to this particular stag. Longer than expected she would keep her distance once he bared his antlers, although her patience had begun to run thin. She needed his company, but was rejected.

When he came to her after all that had happened she could only avert her gaze. She didn't exactly know how she felt. "Manners? I tried playing nice until you decided to ignore me for the longest time", an ear would idly flick as he continued. "I liked you, a lot, and I became something so worn and torn".
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The stag managed to roll his

The stag managed to roll his eyes, struck by the drama of it all. "You could have waited an hour longer, surely. It was unbecoming of you to interrupt two men during their conversation, especially with such uncivilized aggression." He lifted a hoof and stomped it lightly against the ground. "Don't assume so low of yourself. You should know I cannot satisfy you all the time, love. I have other.. interests."

An irritated huff was given

An irritated huff was given followed by her long tail plumes being sharply flicked to the right. He made a valid point, but her desire to be near him fogged her ability to think straight at the time. "You could have let me cuddle up to a leg or something. I wouldn't have interrupted your conversation, just stayed there and been quiet and content". At his next words she would faintly shake her head. "I don't care if you have other interests. Don't we all? The fact of the matter is that you ignored me and weren't exactly polite in your ways. Can't we come to some sort of compromise?".
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He stared at her with mild

He stared at her with mild disbelief. She really wasn't making much of a case for herself. As it did so frequently, it occurred to him how deprived and attention-starved these beasts were. Their world revolved around two things: conflict, and animalistic desire. Sure, he had once been driven by passion himself, but this was just pathetic. "A leg? Really, Sianna? Are you that desperate for company? Why couldn't you have gone to call on one of your many whores? I'm sure they would have offered a leg to you, and more." He regarded her with disdain while he considered. "You may come to me when you are sure I am not otherwise formally engaged with another. If my company is another woman, the more the merrier, but as it were, I was welcoming a stranger and you hanging off of me wouldn't have made a good first impression. Do you understand, dear?"

Was she desperate? Yes, she

Was she desperate? Yes, she was always desperate for attention, the feeling intensified when she wanted it from those she sought out most. Due to previous events before seeking out the blue stag, she needed him. - The doe would take a step closer. "I am", she willingly admits to it. "I could have, but they are nothing compared to you. You'll always be my number one whore". Her hooves would gently pick at the earth as she stared down the stag. "I will consider understanding your point, if you just do me one little thing".
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A smirk formed. Despite his

A smirk formed. Despite his annoyance with the phoenix doe, it was darkly satisfying to hear she yearned for him this much. Of course, he wasn't a fool. He knew she had other toys to play with - he was one of the many - but he didn't mind. Such was the way of his world. At her request, he lifted his head a little higher, azure eyes unyielding to her hard stare. "And what would that be?"
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^ 'You'll always be my number

^
'You'll always be my number one whore'
ADJKkajldwkjamg -flee-

Fin - "You will technically

Fin - "You will technically be mine. Of course, with this you will gain peace and quiet when you're with another stag. I don't mind, I will watch from a distance and be just as satisfied". The doe would pause, thinking what else could possibly to be tacked on to sweeten the deal. So desperate to own him, she would do almost anything. She would make that known. "Be mine, and in return you can have anything, I will bow to your every command... anything but me leaving you alone forever".

Hreath - Haha. Sticking out tongue
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The offer surprised him. A

The offer surprised him. A pleasured grin stretched his lips, and he descended upon her with lustful vigor. A foreboding air seemed to surround him now; a heavy kind of presence that flitted to and fro with morbid enthusiasm. The blue stag's sapphire eyes glowed abnormally and any trace of blood leaking out from under his mask had stopped altogether. "Is that so?" His body met hers while he whispered sweetly into one of her ears, long tail whipping at her hind quarters. "Dearest Sianna, I'm flattered by your adoration for me. But I'm afraid you don't understand." His grin was wide now, seemingly etched on the wolfish skull masking his face. "My heart is cupped between the hands of another. She won't give it back. Even if I had it, it could not be yours, precious harlot. I treasure my freedom, so why would I bind myself to you when there are so many pretty flowers to be had?

I know you understand."

At first she thought she had

At first she thought she had caught him in her web, hooked and reeled into her grasp with little effort. The phoenix would take note of the blood flow coming to a stop, and at his first response felt alleviated; the way he drew near, the way he so tenderly whispered, that tail whipping across her hind quarters. "It is so", she would reply smoothly. As he continued on however, that first 'but' caught her attention, knowing then he wasn't going to accept her offer. She would say nothing yet, though feathers bristled and a feeling of irritation started creeping up. When he finished, she would break from any physical contact.

Denied, rejected. She was not pleased.

"In that case, I do not understand your point". She would not go full blown bitch-fit on him, although her tone despite trying to hide it harbored a certain bitterness to it. "There was a chance to make things better, but since you have declined, I know now that you have enjoyed it as it has always been. So, it will stay that way". With that she would flick her tail feathers, head held high. There was only one way to make this work, and he declined.
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Her bitterness, even her

Her bitterness, even her withdrawal, did not seem to phase him. The grin lessened somewhat, but his gaze did not waver from her face. He appeared delighted in a sickening way. "Such a faithful girl you are, adhering to my wishes. You are very special to me, Sianna." His voice dripped with nothing but honey and sweetness, an unnerving sound paired with the not-so-subtle hint of indifference, perhaps even slight malice. "You will give me my distance and privacy with my company, will you? Now that we're on the same page."

She couldn't help but release

She couldn't help but release a halfhearted laugh. Was he serious? She laid it out for him but he was still insisting that she succumb to his wishes, when he was unable to do anything for her, other than be a whore among many. Nonetheless the doe would hold his gaze, beneath that mask a half smirk, spindly front legs crossed. "Yeah, that isn't going to happen. Either accept my offer or... unless", she says, her tone completely devoid of irritation now. Perhaps there was another way. "If you desire to be alone with your company so much, why not trade me some intimate favors for it?".
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Smile turned to sneer. A

Smile turned to sneer. A flash of shadow darted across his azure orbs. Eli was silent for a while as he composed himself, collected his thoughts in order to give her a proper reply. It wasn't clear if her answer angered him or not. Except for the peculiarity of his eyes, the blue stag was still and emotionless as he watched her. "Very well. If that is how you are going to behave, then you will find I will not be so welcoming even if you do happen to find me alone." Her last words, however, perked his interest and he lifted his ears. "Hm? Well, I certainly can't refuse a lady's favor. As long as it will buy me a moment's peace with my company."

He refused her once before,

He refused her once before, he refused her now. There was only one way to have him, the only way to ensure her presence would be welcomed. No harm done in making a trade with a deer that was, for the most part, favored above others. Rare, but possible. She wasn't coming out empty handed; she created a flowing source of stability for desire, in return he would get peace with other company. "No objection", she states softly. "Enjoy".
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Satisfied by their

Satisfied by their negotiation, the dark stag inclined his head formally. This, he could do. Commitment was his deterrent, but an intimate arrangement? Not quite the same thing. Therefore, doable. "Perfect. It's been a pleasure, Sianna." And with a gentlemanly smile, he started off.
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<333

Hello sham. :3 I have a CSS

Hello sham. :3 I have a CSS question for you...

I may not know the answer,

I may not know the answer, but you're free to ask.

Alright. I use Google Chrome,

Alright. I use Google Chrome, and div tags simply refuse to show up and my blog entries. Instead, the words or picture that are supposed to be surrounded by a div-border are just... naked I guess. They have no div surrounding them. If the div had "color: #000000" for example, the words would be colored. But if the div was supposed to have a background color or a border, nothing would show up.

This also happened when I tried to use Internet explorer. I've been partially-new to CSS for a year now, but one could say that I've caught on well. xD

I don't use chrome and only

I don't use chrome and only rarely IE. I don't have an answer.
Are you setting the blogs input to BBcode? If that doesn't work I wouldn't know.

Sham, will you hit me if I

Sham, will you hit me if I tell you that BBCode was the problem the whole time? It's been 6th months now too. I feel........ DERP /brick'd


Thanks!~ ♥
*Explodes and leaves behind a mushroom cloud*

You're welcome.

You're welcome.
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Damn, you're fast.

Damn, you're fast.

"Among other things. A

"Among other things. A compliment for a compliment? You are fine, very fine".

A green eye is gradually

A green eye is gradually unlidded from sleep's embrace, and her senses bring her to notice the other doe bundled up against her. The black doe shifts slightly as a snowflake lands upon her muzzle. Quietly, she murmurs, "Your welcome for being a pillow." A hint of amusement is evident in her voice.

Track <3

With Vendetta gone the

With Vendetta gone the phoenix would seek warmth from this other doe, curled into her with face hidden from the chilly air. She would feel the other shift, and when she spoke an ear would idly flick. "You make for an excellent pillow, but I have found one small flaw", was her response before shifting herself, trying to be as close as possible. "Pillows do not talk", she says teasingly.

Thanks. <3

The black doe herself, though

The black doe herself, though typically a reserved creature, is also ensuring her closeness. The cold weather bites at them, and the warmth is welcome. "Ah, your words ring true. But," a small chuckle escapes her lips as she rests, eyes closed, though fully attentive, "nor do the sleepers tend to talk to their pillows." A sleepy smile. "I think we've both missed the rulebook."

Sleeping. Perhaps she was

Sleeping. Perhaps she was only being quiet, savoring this closeness, or pretending. Sianna would rub into the doe, tail feathers flicked over her form. She would not respond right away, trying to think of something clever to say... but nothing came. The only thing she could offer was a simple, "Touché".
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~*~{Track}~*~ I think my

~*~{Track}~*~

I think my Garth just helped you out with a fawn problem. I think it is you. I went to the map and the picto led to you.

It was.

It was.

Stalking...... I mean

Stalking...... I mean tracking :3
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If it's not a problem, may I

If it's not a problem, may I ask why or what that fawn was doing to anger her?

Track (: Will most likely

Track (:

Will most likely interact soon also, it's that alright

zero123 - Thanks taytay101 -

zero123 - Thanks

taytay101 - summary; • Does not like fawns, sometimes attacks them. The rest of that info can be found in her extended information.

KestrelBlaire - Of course. I would like that.

He sauntered neared to where

He sauntered neared to where she was. So small. Curiosity was eating away at him. He had made sure he was in clear view of her, so he didn't take her by surprise. When he was within speaking distance, he introduced himself. Sitting down and ruffing the think mane around his neck he chirped in a friendly tone: "Hello, dear. I'm Samuel. You are?"

On a normal day perhaps she

On a normal day perhaps she would have welcomed this creature with open arms.
When he neared her she would stay where she was and stare; an unamused, uninterested expression well hidden, though nonetheless present. When he spoke her head would tilt to the left. 'Samuel', was it? "An avian", she states quietly, eyes rolling over him. "Lets hope you are fast, Samuel, a grin formed, "Bird is always on the menu, dear". Whether or not she was being serious was uncertain.

A skeptical eyebrow raised

A skeptical eyebrow raised for a moment, and then relaxed. On the menu? He was at least three times her size. His beak clicked sharply, and he did his best to shake the comment. Chivalry. "Hardly a bird." He spoke, not correcting, stating. "I'm about as much of a bird as you are." noting the feathered ruffs along her shoulders and elbows. The shriek of offense his body wanted to unleashed edged at his throat, but instead he smiled. The caustic sharp in her voice led him to believe this was either a finicky creature to begin with, or a bad time. "If you'd like, I'll leave you be, miss." he offered, tufted ears flicking backwards.