FROMENTIA, Syrenée Annaliese

[SYRENÉE ANNALIESE FROMENTIA]

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SYRENÉE ANNALIESE FROMENTIA

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" No matter what happens,
or however bad things get,
as long as your heart was in the right place,
one should always forgive"[/center]

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~ my cbox name is : Mizaki
~ how did you find us?: an affiliate
~i also play: Mizaki Ketsuki Akagawa

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~ my name is : Syrenée (pronounced: Sy-Ree-Nee) Annaliese Formentia
~ call me : Re-Re, Sy, Syrie, Ren, Rini, Syreene (pronounced: Sy-Reen), Siren

~ i am : twenty-six
~ born on : May twenty-three, nineteen-eighty-five

~ my twin : Kerli Koiv
~ gender : Female
~ i like : boys
~ species : shapeshifter
~ type : shifter
~ animal form : dingo with pure white fur

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~ about me : Syrie is a free spirit. She loves to dance about and twirl, she almost always has a smile on her face and is almost as often found giggling. She's a happy child with a heart of gold.

A unique individual, Sy happens to make it loud and clear of her difference from all else with her clothing. She has always worn whatever she wished without much of a care of what others would think of it. Albeit, she can be a little strange at times with her choice of decor and clothing, but no matter how... out-there she gets, it should simply be shrugged off with a smile. Syrenée is without a doubt her own person and takes pride in the fact that there is no chance of there being any other person in the world like her. If there ever was another like her, it would upset her.

To Syrie, her individuality is her identity. It’s what separates her from everyone else in the world and makes her special. If there was ever someone to mimic her style and her own brand of individuality, it would upset her and dampen her spirits for a good amount of time. As soon as the person apologized for it, Sy would without a doubt regain her smile and wholly forgive them without a second thought. That is why when Syrie has to stop being herself and force herself to act normal for any reason, it dampens her spirits and visibly upsets her to do so. She’s not good at pretending to be something she’s not, whether it’s pretending to be happy or pretending something doesn’t bother her. She’s an open book in that way, it’s always incredibly easy to tell when she’s lying to pretending all is well when it’s really not.

However, it physically and emotionally upsets Syrie to ever be the cause of someone’s worry, injury, or even to be causing problems for anyone. She hates to be a bother to anyone for any reason at all. If she realizes she is one to anyone, she will become flustered and try as hard as she can to stop it and be helpful. Because being helpful is good and somehow, it’s important to her to always be helpful and never pose problems. After all, that’s why she still lives at home with her brothers and sister, despite how far it is from the city. Because their home was their parents house, and even though their dead, Syrie can’t bear to leave the place that held all her happy memories. She knows her elder brother understands this, and because Syrie had cared so much for their family before their parents were died, it’s important to her to keep what’s left of their family together.


~ my family :

• Mother- deceased
  
• Father- deceased
  
• Derek -29- older brother -dingo shifter
  
• Jesse -21- younger brother -dingo shifter
  
• Illianna -16- younger sister
  
• Cameron -16- younger brother
  
• Kyra -18- cousin
  
• Misari -22- cousin
  
• Keith -28- cousin
  
• Evelyn -aunt- deceased
  
• Aaron -uncle- deceased
  
• Sarah -aunt- deceased
  
• Matthew -uncle- deceased

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~ i love : 3+ likes

[/color]My siblings
[/li][li][/color]My animal form
[/li][li][/color]Having fun
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~ i hate : 3+ dislikes

[/color]Mean people
[/li][li][/color]Having to sit still
[/li][li][/color]Having to stop being herself and act "normal" for one reason or another
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~ history :
Syrenée Annaliese Fromentia had been brought into the world in a small hospital of no great importance to anyone. Her father, Anthony Vincent Fromentia, was from the city, a researcher. With the help of his wife, Syrenée's mother, the pair took care of an animal sanctuary on the outback. For their time together, Vanessa Orielle Seraphim, the mother of the children, helped Anthony take care of the animals on the sanctuary in more ways than he was aware of. What he didn't know was that Vanessa, her sister, Evelyn, and brother Jared were all shifters, the three kept the sanctuary safe, keeping all hunters away. Anthony happened to be rather oblivious, so despite it all, he never noticed the fact that the three Seraphim siblings were dingo shifters.

Vanessa and Anthony ended up getting married eventually, and when their first daughter came along, their little girl had a brother three years older than her. Their kids were all homeschooled and on weekends and hollidays, their cousins always came over to visit.

The kids had... small issues with each other. They tended to split into two groups when they were children: girls versus boys. Usually, the girls kept to themselves with their dolls and their playing of dress-up and other things girls do, while the boys tended to run around outside. The little wars started when the boys decided to pull a prank on the girls, and because the girls decided revenge was necessary, the wars never really stopped until they gained a reason to stop fighting and help each other get through: The parents of the children were involved in a car pile-up. That meant the 5 Fromentia children and their cousins had to put aside their differences and grow up. It was time for them to drop their war and work together to protect the animal sanctuary. Their three cousins even moved to their house to be closer to the only family they had left with their parents dead and gone. Their shifter mother and her siblings had helped the three eldest of the Fromentia children and their cousins deal with their shifting abilities and hide it from their father, but never from their other siblings.

Syrenée herself was absorbed in her own art and questionable style. Her parents and family had always encouraged her in her desires to have her own identity, to be the only one in the world like her. Syrie also had a thrill for the arts and design. It was always things “fairy-tale-esque” and entirely creative. Painting, designing and decorating were her passions, but when her parents and aunts and uncles died, it was almost as if she mentally reverted into her younger self. Back to a point in herself where she had her parents and felt entirely safe, as if everything was really okay. She still realizes that she's one of the eldest of the children, and as such, she tries her best to grow up and be the adult that her cousins and younger siblings need her to be, however, given how innocent-minded she is, it's become almost too easy to hurt her feelings. Because of this slight mental state, her siblings and cousins try to be sensitive of her and watch what they say. That's part of the reason why none of them have left, despite the fact that some of them seem to hate having to stay and would rather be out exploring the world. Though her younger brother Jesse feels the need to constantly start fights, angered by their parents passing. Derek had to step up into the role of responsibility to take care of them all and got so much more protective of his siblings and cousins. Syrie can feel everything that's going wrong and can tell her family is being pulled further apart, she tries her best to keep it all together and get her family members to see the positive, brighter sides of things due to fear of hatred between them all. She just wants everyone else to be happy, even if it means she's not.

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~ role play sample :

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; height: 600px; background-image: url(http://i731.photobucket.com/albums/ww313/Dark_Earth_Flower/zakpic.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius:100px 100px 100px 100px; border: 3px solid #370052;] A Gorgeous Nightmare It was about time she had got off that mountain. That was what Mizaki was currently thinking as she sat high up in a tree, “playing” with a squirrel. Yes, animals had been her toys of amusement for quite some time now, but still! Being around actual people was different. The voices coming from below her, reminding her that yes, she wasn't in seclusion anymore. However, right now her focus was on the little squirrel. Grinning her amusement, Mizaki sat facing the little squirrel as much as she could without having to hold onto the branch she sat on. Both hands were up, her left hand, as if she had a sock-puppet on said hand and she was holding the puppet's mouth shut by pressing the tips of her finger on that hand together, while the other hand was palm upwards, her fingers loose and separated. Soft, cherry-red eyes like that of her mother's never leaving her little toy, Zak flicked her index finger upwards and quietly giggled her amusement as the squirrel, who was gripping the branch for dear life's elbow jerked forward, pulling ahead of the paw it was attached to. With another flick, this time trading positions of her index and middle finger, the paw attached to the elbow that had moved had been flung into the air and reached up further on the branch. Repeating her first action, Zak's giggling grew slightly in volume as she had forced the squirrel forwards. Of course, this would have been easier if she didn't have to keep the rodent's mouth shut, but she couldn't have it squealing it's cries of fear and telling everyone of her location! That would just ruin her fun and mean she would have to run all the way to wherever the tent was set up, which was where she was supposed to meet... well... people she didn't know, she was assuming. And Zak wanted to play! Not stand around greeting people she didn't know. What fun was that? Seemed more boring to her than anything. Zak let out a sigh, her mind drifting from her little toy back to why she was here before she shook her head to clear it of that thought and refocus it on the squirrel. That was close, the little fuzz-ball had almost gotten away! Tilting her head at it, though knowing perfectly well the animal wouldn't be able to respond to her, let alone understand her, Mizaki decided to ask the thing a question anyway. “Shall I release you now?” She asked in her hushed tone, not wanting to be heard by anyone else but the tiny animal. After staring at it a few more moments, Mizaki sighed, deciding she was done with her toy, but now, how to dispose of it? Zak supposed, she could always still it's blood-flow for long enough to kill it, so it wouldn't be messy. Usually, Zak didn't much care if something would cause a mess or not, but she supposed Hana-San would be mad at her for spilling blood when quite a few vampires were expected to be coming. Though Mizaki usually found it amusing to annoy people, she liked Hana-San, she just didn't want to piss her off.. Though she was fine with bothering most others, to be perfectly honest, strangers especially. Stopping the heart it was. With the hand that had been palm-upwards, Mizaki suddenly made a fist, clenching it as tightly as possible while clamping her fingers on her other hand together as tightly as possible. She couldn't have the little thing screaming while it's heart was being squeezed after all. Watching with an amused smile as the little thing's squirming slowed and the life slowly left it's eyes. What was so wrong with death? Mizaki happened to like death... Well, killing things. It was fun, the challenge it put up. The chance to be more creative than last time. Done with her toy, Mizaki dropped from the tree-branch she had been sitting in, making sure to land in the shadows it cast. Quickly plucking stray flowers, twigs leaves and what-not from her long thigh-length blonde hair, Mizaki then tossed her long locks back over her shoulder and turned her attention back to her attire. It had taken her quite some time to find the perfect kimono, but she had. Mostly black, as she always did wear black, scattered with purple orchids and off-black swirls, to match the designs she had so carefully done on her nails and toe-nails. Her obi with it's big bow at the back was all a deep, dark purple and sleeves were long. However, part of what had made it such a difficult find, was the fact that it was a little girl's style of kimono, with the short skirt that ended above the knee. This was because Mizaki couldn't stand the limited movement of the longer kimonos. How were you supposed to run in those things?! Mizaki had always been a bit of a wild child, as was her mother. Both girls had never been one for long skirts that restricted movement, the fact that Mizaki was now a vampire simply seemed to further that reasoning than anything else. She would not wear a long skirt for any reason and that was that. Slipping her small black flats back onto her feet, Mizaki supposed it was about time she get back to the real reason she had ventured away from the tent: She was hoping, maybe, she would see her mother here. Of course, her mother was sixteen years older than herself, which would make her 58 now, and Mizaki highly doubted her mother would ever attend an event such as this, but Mizaki missed her greatly. Was it really all that bad to cling to such a tiny sliver of hope as she was? But then... Even if her mother showed, she would most likely look so different now... And Mizaki knew that even if, despite all odds, her mother showed, she wouldn't be able to go and talk to her. She couldn't possibly reveal herself to someone that would know and remember her... Oh shit... Though this type of thing most definitely wasn't her mother's scene, it seemed like an event Mayumi-Oba-San (her aunt Mayumi) would frequent every year. Now torn between wanting to stay near the crowds and attempt to catch sight of her mother, or being caught by her Oba (aunt) who should think she was dead, Mizaki's good mood dropped entirely, deeming it hopeless and ran back to the tent. She had spent too much time distracted by the squirrel and had missed a good lot of the people anyways. Ah well... maybe some other time... possibly... Either way, it was off to the tent in the park... wherever it was. Mizaki supposed she could just run around the park looking for it. Of course, there was a reason she was running everywhere. Despite the sun setting already, Mizaki still didn't trust it. She didn't want to sparkle, thank you very much! It bothered her! Not to mention she was guessing humans seeing her sparkle was a bad thing... Either way, setting sun or not, there was still a chance of sparkle-age, and Mizaki out-right refused to allow that to happen yet again. Yes, it was probably very unladylike to be running everywhere as she was, but Mizaki didn't much care. It was a part of her personality to do so, and to change one part of it would be to change herself, and nobody out there was deserving enough for Mizaki to change who she was for them. After long enough running all about the park she had been camped out in almost all day, she finally found the tent... and was surprised to find that she was the first one there. Used to being late when arriving anywhere, Mizaki shrugged it off as pointless to fret about and moved to claim a corner of the tent as her own. Mizaki wasn't exactly... “social” around people she didn't know, so Mizaki was also pretty sure she would be incredibly bored this evening. With a sigh and a tap of her false “vampire” teeth to make sure they were there, Mizaki allowed her mind to wander and herself to zone out. This was gonna be fun, wasn't it? there can be only one mikey! of caution 2.0

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