Username: ~Juliette Stargazer~
Name: Syren
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Personality: Quiet, Headstrong, Perfectionist
There's more to my P e r s o n a l i t y when you see...
The main four C o l o r s of Me...
Brown P o s i t i v e- Serious, Honest
Brown Negative- Dull
Orange P o s i t i v e- Creative flair
Orange Negative- Insecure
Red P o s i t i v e- Passionate, Determined
Red Negative- Rebellious
White P o s i t i v e- Innocence, Youthfulness
White Negative- Cautious, Critical
L i k e s
♪♫ Drawing ♪♫ Singing
♪♫ Fall ♪♫ Leaves
♪♫ Rain ♪♫ Coffee {Especially Pumpkin Spice lattes~}
♪♫ The Color Red ♪♫ The Color Orange
♪♫ Scarves ♪♫ Moderate temperatures typical in the spring or fall
♪♫ The quiet ♪♫ Listening to wind chimes
Dislikes
- Conflicts - Judgmental People
- Large Copious Amounts of others - Socializing
- Loud Noises - The Color Yellow
- Summer - The cold
- Being alone
Birth: May 25th
Zodiac: Gemini {May 21st-June 21st}
Whether it’s a cool gentle breeze bringing relief during a hot day, or a gale; whipping up leaves and leaving destruction in its wake there are two sides to a Gemini. Just as there are two sides to everything in this word. Gemini’s are known for their multiple personalities and they are known to be childish, fickle, flighty, two-faced and even restless. If the person is born between these days, the planetary ruler is Mercury. Their nature would be sociable, dependable and friends can benefit from their ideas. They can make a career in creative fields like graphic arts. Their mental brilliance too is exceptional. Those born under this astrological sign are quick-witted and have a superb ability to communicate effectively. However, they usually tend to go through a conflict between their mind and heart, often not knowing whose voice to listen to. Perfectionists as they are; are often critical of themselves.
Syren is a quiet and reserved makoatl who has a dual personality.
She’s creative but always gets put down by others; mocked for creativeness. She was told to put her foolish drawings away and grow up when she was very young. She listened…sort of. Syren is the headstrong type and she can easily put on a mask and hide her true feelings. She thinks lowly of herself due to her being mocked all of the time and she’s a perfectionist when it comes to her drawings and her interests. Because she is mocked she is weary of others and she closes off to them, it takes a lot for other makoatls to earn her trust. When she was young, she made a decision to stay true to herself, tired of people telling her what to do even if she disappointed them. She always carries a small plain looking white notebook around with her, concealing her drawings from disapproving, critical gazes, though in truth she wishes to show her beautiful drawings to everyone without fearing criticism.
Story
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She was the U N W A N T E D,
He was the O U T C A S T,
but together they made...
I m p e r f e c t - H a r m o n y
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Two makoatls ran under the sky of the setting sun in an open clearing grinning, one a light mint green, the other beautiful mixed shades of red and brown that matched perfectly with the autumn leaves outside on the ground. “You can’t catch me Rondo!” the smaller female makoatl laughed sprinting into the forest quickly. The mint one shook his head smirking slightly before bolting after her. “We’ll see about that Syren!” Syren giggled before leaping in a huge pile of leaves and buried herself in them so all that was seen were her glistening ruby eyes peeking out of their hiding spot {He’ll never find me here,} she thought and snickered, smug. She knew how to use her coat colors this time well in fall, the red berries and sticks in her hair heightening the appearance of her camouflage, making it more like the forest ground. She closed her eyes breathing in the crisp fall air. Yes. Here, she was at home. Here she had similarities to verses back there where she came from. Where she was mocked-mocked for her colors, mocked for her creativeness. Syren flattened her ears her thoughts throwing her into the past.
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“Syren!” an angry voice called. Syren whimpered, now she was in for it. The adult makoatl looked down at her with disgust written on her face before forcing a smile that Syren was sure would break the adult’s face. “How many times have I told you not to do art, hmm sweetheart?” Syren flattened her ears looking at her picture of a maple tree that she had drawn. “many,” she squeaked, inaudible. The makoatl loomed over her “What was that?” “Many,” Syren answered a bit louder. The adult grimaced “I told you not to do such silly things. You disobeyed me,” a wicked smile appeared over her face. “And now, you’ll learn not to disobey me anymore.” She snatched up the drawing despite the horrified look on the pup’s face before tearing it apart, ripping the drawing into tiny pieces before throwing the pieces into the fire even with Syren’s heartbroken wail that filled the room and whirled on the pup. “Grow up!” she snarled before leaving the room leaving the pup to cry. Syren looked at the fire that had engulfed her beautiful picture in its raging, untamed maw. “No one understands me…” she whimpered before looking over seeing one piece of the picture that failed to go into the fire laying on the ground, that one piece happened to be a tiny red maple leaf. Syren walked over, picking it up gingerly before looking out the door at which the adult makoatl had left.
The young girl sighed. “I’ll play your game, but you can’t change who I am. I am me.” She smiled to herself before yawning before heading upstairs to bed, and went into her bedroom still holding the little leaf drawing before walking and reached under her bed for a plain looking white notebook that she opened and had color explode everywhere. Inside of it were hundreds of drawings and doodles that Syren had created, stashed away behind this blank canvas so she wouldn't be ridiculed. She smiled putting the small drawing of the maple leaf in her notebook, using tape to tape it on the first page, put the notebook under her pillow and fell asleep, smiling.
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Syren sneezed, jostled out of her thoughts. Rondo pricked his ears up hearing the sneeze and bounded over where the sound had come from, still not able to find the fall colored makoatl. Syren blinked looking up at the handsome mint mako from her hiding place. Before closing her eyes again her thoughts swarming around in her head again like bees, once again throwing her back into time.
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She was older now. She wasn’t a pup anymore. She was grown up- and she hated it. In truth, she was just now a teenager. Syren sighed looking blankly ahead, her notebook by her paws not paying attention to the other makoatls around her, her ruby eyes dull, her hair falling into her face. She flicked her ear hearing some snickering. “Hey, Syren? Do you sleep on the forest floor or something~?” A white and blue female snickered at her. Syren bit her tongue her ears flattening. {I know I shouldn't let her get to me but…} Syren shook her head meekly, riding it of her thoughts. “No Sapphire.” Sapphire scoffed tossing her hair “Whatever.” She went to her group of friends who also stared at the fall colored makoatl and laughed. Syren flinched underneath their stares and snickers. She simply liked fall, the berries and the branches matched with her fur colors perfectly, so she stuck them in her long auburn mane. “All I am ridiculed…all I am is unwanted because I’m not what they want me to be…” she bit her lip before running off, forgetting to pick up her notebook with her.
"What if I told you, Who I really was
What if I let you in on my c h a r a d e?
What if I told you What was really going on, No more masks and no more parts to p l a y..."What if I told you {Jason Walker}
A mint colored makoatl looked from the distance at what drama was happening between Sapphire and Syren and shook his head confused at why others had to be so cruel. He tilted his head noticing a white notebook left on the ground, slightly now covered with dust before picking it up gently noticing it belonged to the makoatl that ran away and hurried after her. Yeah, he saw her from time to time but he didn't really know her name. Syren had stopped running and was frantically looking around the base of a maple tree before she laid down sobbing, her head in her paws “I lost it…I lost my notebook…” she whimpered like a pup curling up into a tight ball.
The mint colored makotal followed Syren’s paw prints before noticing her underneath the tree crying and went up to her cautiously. “Hey…I think this is yours.” He sat down beside her and put the notebook down beside her. Syren looked up from her fetal position on the ground, her ruby eyes glistening from her tears. “Huh?” she blinked her tears away before seeing the blank white cover of her notebook and sprung up instantly. “You found it!” she practically tackled the mint makotal in happiness. Rondo looked shocked being tackled but smiled gently hugging her awkwardly “It is yours isn't it?” Syren beamed, “yes! It is thank you erm…” she looked down awkwardly at the ground not knowing his name. “Rondo.” The male makotal responded helping out the female. Syren smiled sitting back up trying to recover some dignity. “Thank you Rondo.” Rondo smiled. “You’re welcome…” he also trailed off awkwardly looking at her. “Syren,” Syren spoke. They both smiled at each other sheepishly before Rondo spoke again clearing his throat. “I don’t mean to be rude but what is that notebook for? Why is it so special?” He asked his curiously piqued.
Syren looked down at her prized possession her face blank before speaking. “This notebook has all of the drawings I've done in it since I was young...” She opened the first page only to look in horror at the space where her leaf drawing would be placed. Her ears flattened at Rondo looked at her curiously. Syren had her ears flat against her head her voice trembling a bit. “I…once drew a picture of a maple tree as a pup, but the adult that was watching me hated me for being creative. She threw my drawing in the fire and the only piece that survived was a small red maple leaf. It remarkably was just lying there on the floor, it didn't make it into the fire when she threw the other pieces in. So I picked it up and taped it in the first page of my notebook, to remind myself that it was okay to be different, that even if I was ridiculed, it didn't matter. But now…I lost it...I guess it fell out” she let out a childish whimper at the end of her story, tears blurring her eyes. Rondo sat quietly beside her listening to her story before he gently picked up a red maple tree leaf that had fallen from the tree above them. “Perhaps this one will suffice?” he smiled at her gently as Syren took the leaf from him and placed it in her notebook where the old leaf drawing would have been. Rondo smiled gently, sadly. “I know what it’s like to be different and outcast-ed.”
He looked at the maple leaf in the notebook his mind swarming with thoughts from his past. “Perhaps old memories have to be lost to create new ones,” he murmured softly. Syren cried happily once again before Rondo hugged her gently “I have another new memory,” he said softly as Syren looked up at him curiously, her tears streaming from her red eyes Rondo chuckled looking down at her into her eyes “Now I've seen the scarlet rain.”
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Syren didn't know she was crying aloud until Rondo ran over to her hiding spot and tackled her jolting her out of her thoughts “I found you!” he looked alarmed as he saw her tears. “Syren?” Syren shook her head wiping the tears away and smiled “I’m fine, I was just thinking of when we first met.” She looked up at the maple tree overhead, the same one where they first met and fished her plain looking notebook out of the leaf pile turning to the first page looking at the leaf that was still there after all this time. Rondo smiled knowing what she was talking about and also looked at the notebook, a chilly wind blew and he shivered noticing the sun was going down. “I think we should head home.” Rondo sprang up. “I’ll race you home!” Syren laughed grabbing her notebook putting it in her bag racing after him “I’m going to win!” The two friends laughed running home in the sunset as the maple tree dropped another red leaf in the wind behind them.
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Rondo
Syren
Both
"There were times, That I felt alone
That n o b o d y cared, That nobody loved me
But my heart played a different tone
I let you in, When you heard its m e l o d y
Though broken and crippled and faint
You made it strong, You saw its beauty
And suddenly, with no restraint
I sang a bit more
Knowing you has set me F r e e
Your truth, it has changed me
And helped me to grow
Your loyalty broke down my heart made of stone
Your smile it fills my soul with glee
Nothing will break me
Cause I found a friend in you
And you found the magic in me
There were times that I felt a l o n e
Though there was a crowd, Strangers were many
But my ears heard a familiar sound
The song of a girl who sang my m e l o d y
Her song held a mirror to my heart
The feelings we shared, So overwhelming
Afraid and so seemingly lost
I took her in
And knowing you has set me F r e e
Your generous ways have made me S T R O N G
Your kindness has torn down the walls with its song
They say love is magic and now I can see
Nothing can break me
Cause I found a friend in you
And you found the magic in me
I've spread my wings
I've found my voice
Never knew of this feeling
Never knew I had a choice
This bond we share is harmony
Nothing can hurt me
Now I've found a friend in you
And you found the magic in me
Your friendship has changed me and helped me to grow
Though trying at first My love began to flow
Let's tear down the walls where ever we go
Nothing can break me
Now I've found a F R I E N D in you...
And you found the magic in me
Yes you found the magic
No you found the magic
...You found the magic in me..."
Knowing You - {Joaftheloaf and Megaphoric}
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each day I will be rolling one more time..."★
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Like an expiration date
Something like “forever”
Is honestly impossible, but
There’s no way we can leave
Each other after all this time, Right?"-Coley got into this signature and loves you <3-
