
Syrena Swift; She who guards a heart of red rubies...╔..........................................................................................................................................╗
The songs, Gifs, and the base of the art work in this form are not mine, I simply searched for some suiting celtic music around the internet, and found very beautiful gifs on tumblr, this is a disclaimer, all rights to their respective owners. Thank you.╚..........................................................................................................................................╝t h e ▪ b a s i c s*You stumble lazily down the dock, scanning the area with equally as much enthusiasm as your walk. She told you she wanted to meet here for the interview. You pull a slightly destroyed piece of paper from your pocket and re-read the address for probably the 20th time, and check to make sure it matches the numbers on the dock house you just exited.* 'Looks 'bout right' you think to yourself as you sigh heavily. After a moment or two of just standing there and listening to the rolling bay water lapping at thepoles supporting the wooden walk-way, and the groaning and moaning of the tied sailboats, you take a seat leaning against the closest one. It is mostly a dark wood, and doesn't provide a comfortable lean, but it is better than standing. Just as you begin to settle in however; you hear bounding foot beats behind you. Within a few second, the sun is obscured from your face and bright magenta eyes of an upside-down Kiamara stare back at you. She cracks a wild grin and her red and pink cloth hat falls into your lap. Before you can even make a move to pick it up, she leaps from the boat's deck and lands infront of you. In one swift motion her long green tail nudges the hat from your lap, places it on her head, and she turns on her two hind paws to face you. Once again she flashes you a bright and playful grin, only with it, she extends a paw in your direction. " 'm Syrena, pleased to make ye'r acquaintance!"╔.....................................................................................................................╗If you may be so inclined, may you please listen to the song connected to the URL below? It greatly adds to the information you are about to read on this Kiamara. If you do open this song, I ask that you wait a few seconds as the song has a very cool introduction.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DhlhVc2Nbog╚....................................................................................................................╝
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"You may call me Syrena, full name: Syrena Swift."
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"Syrena means mermaid, and if you don't know what Swift means you 'ought to get back to school young'n."
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"Ser-E-na Sw-eh-ft."
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Syrena, Syrena Swift, or Captain. You dare try to call me anything else and you will be ignored. Summon me with my given name,
please.
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"Young enough to get away with what I please, but old enough to know that I should not attempt it." *She grins, and you choose to understand that she is a fairly young adult Kia, or an older teen."
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'Female..." *Draws a silvery dagger from a nearby sheath with her sharp teeth and points it in your direction* "Do I look like a boy to you?" *She mutters threw the sharp object's wooden handle clampt tighly in her jaws.*
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"Aye, a question that makes sense. Since all reading this cannot hear me, I'll describe my tone to you. I grew up in South Western California, along the Mexican boarder, but have lived along the Caribbean since I was a young teenager. So read the rest of my little interview in a Bahamian woman's voice, who uses modern American words and phrases."
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"There are things I like and the one thing I covet. As far as a simple like of something; I greatly apreciate the creation of sailing ship, piercings, when things are going well on my ship, muisc without words, beings who are comfortable with silence, maroon-like colors, sleeping outside, climbing trees, swimming, gold, secrets, and weaponry.
But as far the single thing that I love most in this world... you will have to get to know me before I tell you of him".
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"I could rant for hours about the countless things that irritate me, but for the sake of your sanity; I'll try and keep it minimal. I despise loud people, 'pop' music churns my stomach, peaceful people bore me, laziness and lack of self control will cause you to lose me from your life, I would go mad in a place of to much structure, you bring me coffee or an energy drink and I may just bite you, the color yellow is distracting , if you act as my superior prepare to lose your eyes, and if you so much as breath in the wrong direction around those I love, I will end you. Oh, forgive me, this turned into a rant anyway. I'm sorry. " *Smirks*
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"Uhh.... I am having a hard time thinking of things I'm afraid of. I am afraid of things, everyone is afraid of something right? Uh... erm..."
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"I'm allergic to caffine? And others sometimes say that I'm a bit to laid back, but thats what the ocean does to you. Are those what you are asking for?" *huffs some hair out of her eyes*
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"Everyone seems to have their own god these days... so maybe everyone has their own heaven?... religion is a soft subject for me, may we please not go to far into it?"
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"Traveling, pillaging, robbing, sailing... I'm kidding!... sort of."
╔..............................................................................................................╗At this time, may I please ask you to open this link and begin playing this song. Thank you.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eGPuSQN2t3o╚.............................................................................................................╝▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄
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"I believe myself to be rather good at talking my way out of situations, being highly athletic and agile, and having a good eye for liars. Talents that serve me well in the never ending adventure that is my life."
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"Being who I am, I have a hard time finding flaws in my own system. If I were to worry about things that I fail at; I would be endlessly anxious over a possibility of something happening, rather than whatever true hardships I were to be facing at the time." *Grins playfully, hoping she has confused you* "Make sense?"
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*Syrena sighs deeply and for the first time she takes on an expression that better matches her age. Gentle, wistful, and relaxed.* "I grew up in America, California to be exact, in a chapperel valley filled with ugly coyotes and skinny excuses for rabbits. It wasn't to terrible of a place. My family lived in a small band with another Kiamara unit, but I knew my family craved more. I embody my parents so holy, if you were to meet them... oh gosh if you could meet them..." *Looking down at her paws she closes her eyes and sighs again* "I look very similar to my mother, Renatta, but she had a lighter and more pinkish mane and lighter markings. My father, Swiftheart, was a heavier green, with a dark green mane, and very near black-blue stripes and spots. Both of them lived for fresh air. We climbed every valley for miles around, and swam through the hot murky water that some how managed not to be sucked back into the clouds in the disgusting heat. Always on the move. Until one day when I was about 10 months old, my mother had twisted her foot on a hunting trek the day before. We had lost the other Kia families father and their oldest son, and we were another days journey from the nearest fresh water source. I was being carried by the mother kia in the other family, but I can't remember her face... only her voice." *Syrena shivers visably and a faint growl rises in her throat* "The woman had gone mad. She had lost her mind along her with husband and her son, and her dehydration wasn't helping. She whispered to me how it my mother should have died with them, that my mother shouldn't have left them behind. It wasn't my mother's fault! Rena was faster than anyone in our tribe! She escaped because she was talanted, not because she used the others as a scapegoat!..." *She trails off, but returns her hot pink gaze to yours, eyes alive with an inner fire, but being held back by a wall of tears.* "I'll skipp the
s***, some hunters had been chasing my group because Kiamara's were not yet easy to come by in California yet." *She moves a paw to rub at her eyes* "I told my father that evening of what the female had said to me, and how scared I was for mommy." *She pauses and turns to face you fully* "It broke into a fight, I don't remember anything of it, but I remember hot liquid rolling down my back as my mother limps quickly to the deck of a ship. She set me there and told me that I'd be safe with these humans, and that our family would be leaving for Florida." *Sniff sniff, sigh* "They never came, I left with the humans on that ship and spent a few years learning the ways of the sea with them until I was appointed first mate. We have become a sort of modern day explorers, adventuring from floridian docks to tiny islands that scatter about the Carribbean. I don't know how they knew, but I firmly believe that my parents placed me their first because they knew they wouldn't be able to escape the larger family alive. And their sacrifice has made all the difference in what my life was allowed to become."
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*She shakes out her mane and leaps back onto her wooden vessel, you get up to follow her slinking form with your eyes only in the fading light, but she has disappeared into the cabin, assuming she needs some distance after the emotionally intense discussion that just occured. Yet soon, she chuckles lightly and hollers to you from the enclosed room, her voice coming from a slightly open window in the cabin* "I'm sure by now you are creating an image of my persona, and I am going to let you believe what you have come to comfort with."
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*Finally, you begin to make out Syrena's figure padding out of the small on deck room, she lets the door slam behind her, and you can hear her claws clinking on the deck, and it gets louder as she gets closer. She stops and sits silently just above your head on the decks edge. Her bright eyes seem to glow in the dim light as she waits for your next question* "Yet another good question for those who aren't here. A mix of green tints, purple line markings, and magenta spots, rather lovely if I do say so myself."
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"Pfft, can't you see? PINK." *she giggles again, another hint at her true age*
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"I tend to either look up at or into the eyes of any kia I so meet, I'm not as tall as one would think. But my height gives me an advantage, I can sneek into nearly any space I want to. If you know anything about Pirates you should know that this skill would prove helpful."
*You look up from your notes to find her staring down at you from the nose of her boat. Shuffling some papers you nod and thank her for her time. She beams back at you and says "It's my pleasure, it was nice to talk to someone again. I feel like I've been out at sea for eons." *She waves her tail and then steps down to walk you back to shore. Once you reach land, she throws you another one of those 100 watt smiles before bounding back to her boat, a nearly shapeless figure in the dark night, for all you can see are the shiney ruby eyes.*▄▄▄▄▄▄▄
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In case you don't know where I got her name, you may need to watch the Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides.
*Spoiler alert for those who haven't seen it* The mermaid captured by the pirates is named by a enslaved missionary; Philip Swift, as Syrena (Spanish for mermaid). Throught the movie Philip stands up for Syrena and demands that the pirates treat her kindly, even though mermaid as said to be evil. The final scene in the movie, the injured Philip runs to Syrena, who has been tied out of the water to die. As Swift releases her into a nearby delta, she kisses him (A kiss from a mermaid will prevent you from drowning according to this movie) and drags him into the sea with her.
I hope you give me great consideration, as I have put so much into winning this Kia

I may not be the best artist, or have many friends on here that would help me make art, but I do believe that I am worthy to win this Kia. Thank you, and have a good day.
I hope you enjoyed reading my entry for Kiamara #316. I am so sorry if it seems long, wordy, or boring to you ;-; but I spent a lot of time on it and I hope you can appreciate that. I have entered for this kiamra because as soon as I saw her on the main thread I knew I would absolutly adore to roleplay her. I've yet to win a kiamara, perhaps because I am slightly picky or perhaps because I have a difficulty theorizing a aetheticallausey pleasing form. I really busted my rear on Syrena though because I had such a strong connection with her. I have 0 friends on CS so I hope my lack of art wasn't a bother

I'm just starting out with digital design and only have my laptop to work with. If you find anything that goes against the rules before the set due date
please notifiy me, I have read and re-read your guidlines multiple times, but you never know *Shrug*.
lineart color in by yours truly.
Lines aren't mine. Design of the two Kias I am trying out for.Anywho, thank you for your time, and I hope you consider me for this kia or any runners ups you may make
