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hesperos, a little known island in the aegean sea. fabled to be a paradise on earth, it is legend among sailors; according to the stories, the only way you can reach it is if you are lost beyond all hope. then and only then will the birdsong guide you there. what this so-called birdsong actually is is uncertain; whether it is literal or metaphorical has been lost in the minds of the few sailors who ever return. that’s another thing: nobody is actually sure of what’s on the island. those who claim to have been there are never the same after, spouting gibberish about dancing and singing and blood and savages and beautiful, beautiful women, but never quite clear about what happened. some go crazy. others pine their lives away. both types end up in asylums. but this only serves to further enhance the mystery surrounding hesperos, and some roam the aegean actually hoping to get lost if it means a chance at coming across it. what, exactly, resides there?
sirens are the stuff of ancient greek myths. and indeed, the ones who call hesperos their home are merely descendants of the originals. gorgeous women with allure the likes of which cannot be compared, they are birds by day and girls by night, changing shape at will. as birds, they rove the aegean, luring men to their home with sweet melodies and the promise of land. as girls, they welcome said men with food and drink and the promise of... well. every day, without fail, they all sing and dance until dawn. what a wonderful way to live; most never want to go home. but truthfully, the sirens only show them hospitality because one fact: on an island of women who have lost the immortality that their ancestors had, there is only one way to keep the race from dying out. after that? well, the sailors have served their purpose and are no longer needed. the lucky ones die at the hands of the huntresses, their flesh used to feed the cannibalistic elders. the unlucky ones escape with the help of human sympathizers who only think they’re doing them a favor. because death is a mercy compared to living after you’ve been enchanted by hesperos’ sirens.

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synopsis : on the island of hesperos, stunning girls reel in unsuspecting sailors like fish on a hook. there, they are invited to party through the night, every night. food and alcohol and women; what a life, huh? but the sirens only need the men to keep their race going, and once they grow bored/feel that their usefulness had worn out, the huntresses kill them in order to satisfy their elders, who have retained the cannibalistic ways of the sirens of old. the women who have developed a fondness for a particular sailor might try to help him escape, but it is hardly a mercy; those who return home waste the rest of their years pining away for somebody they could never have. this particular rp focuses on the conflict between the loyal huntresses and the ever-growing voices of dissent among the sympathizers, in addition to a rivalry between the crews of two ships that have both washed ashore. cue the drama. the time period is not set, but it takes place in the past. characters are between the ages of eighteen and twenty one.

general roleplay rules. follow them. message me all reservations and don’t post until I accept it. if I ignore you, that means I’m declining your request. don’t question it. and don’t be offended; I’m going to be kind of picky about who I let into this rp, so even if I’ve accepted you into one of my roleplays before that doesn’t necessarily mean you’re going to get into this one. speaking of standards, I want this from each and every one of you: remove your signatures when you post. use size 80-85 font. have a pretty form and a pretty posting format. and be capable of typing around 500 words a post. now, I’m not going to be super strict about this last one, but here, 200 words is unacceptable. I want 300 or 400 at the least. it’s honestly not that hard to do, so there are no excuses. please don’t ditch after a few days, that would really suck. I can wait maybe up to a week in between replies, but that’s a bit of a stretch; reply as often as possible and tell me if you’re going somewhere.

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the two ships in question here are the english explorers from the queen elizabeth and the pirates from the notorious sealust. while the former is a decent, respectable group sent by their queen to explore the aegean, the latter is out for nothing more than gold and adventure. each the bitter rival of the other, it’s by pure misfortune that they happened upon hesperos at the same time. now, everything’s going to be a competition between them. god help the girls, this isn’t going to be like anything they’ve seen before.

the queen elizabeth

captain
william//grizzly//form

first mate
name//miss ab//form

crew
darryn//thorne//form
name//deffs//form
name//tundra//form
phillip//mor//form
name//capri//form
name//user//form
name//user//form
name//user//form

the sealust

captain
kellen//aurie//form

crew
adrien//sak//form
dyson//liss//form
raymond//mina//form
arden//gizmo//form
name//ailu//form
abner//mor//form
name//user//form
name//user//form
name//user//form
name//user//form
name//user//form

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hesperos’ sirens are female shapeshifters who take the form of birds. with no purpose in life but to keep the population thriving and move up the social hierarchy, they can be as petty and shallow as any human teenager. their daily routine consists of singing, foraging, weaving, and reveling. as for the men, they serve no purpose but for procreation, after which they become food for the elders. the huntresses are in charge of tracking them down and killing them. and it would be as simple as that, if not for the growing problem of the sympathizers.

the huntresses

leader
azalea//sak//form

deputy
lorel//thorne//form

huntresses
name//aurie//form
name//deffs//form
amara//shay//form
name//miss ab//form
name//mina//form
caila//calli//form
name//capri//form
name//user//form

the sympathizers

kallista//gizmo//form
finley//maroon//form
name//ailu//form
elysia//lissome//form
lucia//tundra//form
andromeda//vita//form
name//baskers//form
name//user//form
name//user//form
name//user//form
name//user//form
name//user//form
name//user//form
name//user//form
name//user//form

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the new generation of sirens [which is the generation we’re concerned with, the elders will be npcs] lives on fruits, plants, and wild boars/whatever else the huntresses can find. among them is a rising number of sympathizers, who, even though they might not actually fall for anybody in particular, believe that the elders’ tradition is wrong no matter how far back it goes. and that’s the main gist of this roleplay: loyalists v. sympathizers with more converting to the latter every day and a possible overthrow of the elders if we get that far.
the sympathizers are all normal sirens who can spend the day flying, weaving, singing, exploring, whatever. the main responsibility they have is to get sailors to come to the island. the huntresses are an entirely different rank above them; they spend the day foraging for fruits and plants and hunting wildlife in order to sustain the population of about 150, which is more demanding work and the reason for their slightly higher rank. the huntresses have a leader and deputy who lead their expeditions, but even these two answer to the council of elders, which serves as the governing body. the difference between the huntresses and the normal sirens is noticeable: the normal sirens are, as a rule, more innocent and carefree than the huntresses, who are usually too caught up in their duty to let loose even at the daily festivities without the persuasion of alcohol. there may or may not be some sympathizers hiding in the ranks of the huntresses, but they are usually loyalists; we’ll talk about possible schemes and such in the discussion thread.
as for the sailors, don’t be fooled: they are not exempt from some drama of their own. I’m thinking a mutiny among the crew, some sort of brawl for power? plus, as you’ll always find in my roleplays, lots of relationship drama. idk, we’ll leave that for the discussion thread. so better not forget about them, they also play a vital role as the sirens’ not-so-hapless prey. because in this generation? things are about to change.
by the way... all implications aside, no one’s actually going to get eaten in this rp .-.

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reserved

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pm me all reservations. also check out the discussion thread

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with her forbidding height and a rank that
automatically lends respect and fear to her
name, azalea often finds that she has scared
away good company. more at home among
wildlife than among her fellow sirens, she is
skilled at hunting but painfully lost at anyt-
hing that calls for socializing— namely, the
nightly festivities with the men that she is
too shy to approach. she is more lonely than
anything else. because of this she makes a
habit of hiding beneath an impenetrable
facade, but this added aloofness does nothing
but perpetuate the self-sustaining cycle.
honestly, though? lea’s just socially awkward.
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name azalea katsis [nickname lea]
age twenty years [birthday july 27]
rank the lead huntress of the sirens
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hair long and straight copper/auburn
eyes hazel; a mix of brown and green
height an intimidating five eleven
build willowy, sylphlike, and svelte
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impression cool, serious, and efficient
pos. practical, logical, smart, strategic
neg. straitlaced, awkward, perfectionist
talents speed, good aim, eloquent speaker
weaknesses cooking, weaving, small talk
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secrets loves to dance, sometimes quest-
ions the elders, has fallen for men before
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ＭＩＳＳ ＫＥＥＰ ＹＯＵＲ ＤＩＳＴＡＮＣＥ

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ＷＨＥＲＥ ＹＯＵ ＧＯＮＮＡ ＧＯ
name adrien bradford
aka “that damn thief!”
age twenty [b.d. february 15]
group the pirates of the sealust
rank an ordinary crew member
face claim adam gregory

height six foot two
build very tall, very lean
hair tousled raven-dark locks
eyes light brown, gold flecks
notable feature long, deft fingers

impression untrustworthy, suave
pos. funny, brilliant, charming,
quick-witted, adventurous
neg. scheming, irresponsible,
troublemaker, over-confident
talents lying, picking pockets,
playing the fiddle and the flute

ＷＨＥＲＥ ＹＯＵ ＧＯＮＮＡ ＳＬＥＥＰ
born with nothing but a pretty face
and a set of deceptively sweet caramel-
brown eyes, you could call adrien a self-
made man if you consider becoming a
pirate and a thief an accomplishment.
now don’t get me wrong, beneath all
the arrogance and obnoxiousness there’s
a heart of gold— oh, who am I kidding,
he’s too far gone to be redeemed. a
gifted player of both the fiddle and the
flute, his nimble fingers have also grant-
ed him another talent: stealing. to be
precise, pickpocketing. but how can he
help it? adrien has a weakness for pretty
things, whether it be a pretty girl or a
pretty jewel. they’re all the same to him,
really. he is a shameless flirt and a lover
of alcohol and parties, as if anybody need-
ed him to get any more rambunctious. it’s
a smart idea not to associate with him.

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────────── ＹＯＵ'ＲＥ ＳＩＮＧＩＮＧ ＴＨＥ ＳＯＮＧ ＴＨＩＮＫＩＮＧ

ＡＮＤ ＹＯＵ ＷＡＫＥ ＵＰ ＩＮ ＴＨＥ ＭＯＲＮＩＮＧ ＡＮＤ ＹＯＵＲ ＨＥＡＤ ＦＥＥＬＳ ＴＷＩＣＥ ＴＨＥ ＳＩＺＥ !

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ＹＯＵ ＫＮＯＷ Ｉ＇ＬＬ ＦＩＧＨＴ ＩＮ ＭＹ ＣＯＲＮＥＲ

finley aitken. she comes from a long line
of sirens. sirens, the fairytale creatures
the lure sailors to their destruction with
their seductive voices as their lone
weapon. finley has never approved the
sirens havoc-wreaking methods. while
she does find a certain charm in luring
unexpecting sailors to their island, the
thought of demolishing their lives
appalls her. this resulted in her joining
the side of the sympathizers, much to
her mothers discontent. she had been
disowned by her mother, as finley hid
her siding from most sirens for years. at
the ripe age of sixteen she began to
contemplate the sympathizers methods,
she is now practically a woman, with an
opinionated mind, at nineteen years old.

no one expected finley, also called finn,
to take the side she did. she always had
a tendency to be rather reticent. while
she may seem to be amorous with the
sailors, but she has always been taciturn
in regards to her personal matters. the
closed off girl can also be insolent at times.
her respect is tough, and usually wrong,
earned. she is disrespectful to many people,
which may make her fellow sirens confused
as to how she chose the sympathizers.
sympathy is a hated soft spot for finley.
her consious can't resist feeling a tad of
remorse for killing, or internally killing,
the sailors. she gets attached to the men
they lure in, too. she can't bare it when
they are forced to either slaughter them,
or practically slaughter their sane thoughts.