Xynya Seraphim
Xynya Seraphim
Xynya, a harpy who can take human form, begrudgingly becomes head of the house, and head of her party, and learning how to socialize outside her people. She is distrustful and has one goal of revenge which keeps seeming to slip away.
Physical Description
General Physical Condition
While she appears small, she is lithe like a dancer.
Body Features
She isn't actually very tall but she has a posture and personality that make people feel small.
Facial Features
Sharp cheekbones, sharp eyes covered in long lashes, her features are always resting and seem cruel. Rarely she smiles or exhibits emotions.
Identifying Characteristics
Her golden eyes are the most unique and stunning, existing amongst a unique feature for her race.
Physical quirks
Extremely lightweight, her hollow bones help for extremely fast flight but give weak strength.
Apparel & Accessories
Never wears metal as a druid, she prefers dark colors, blending into the background.
Mental characteristics
Personal history
Xynya, a harpy born and raised within her flock, was consumed by bloodlust and the hunt until catastrophe hit leaving her the last harpy. She was left for dead, approached by a figure cloaked in black offering a fire spirit, gifting her with renewed strength and sanity before disappearing in a mist. Xynya became a druid gifted with wildfire to burn as well as heal. She crept into the criminal underworld to gain more insight into who slaughtered her people. Eventually, getting caught, thrown into a cage, put into a horrific circus, and forced to sing, they stole people's goods while enthralled under the harpy song. She was tormented, starved, and felt hopeless until someone kind found her and saved her. She met Adelbert who she's indebted to, and slowly befriends and joins in becoming pere.
Gender Identity
Very much a female identity, but a matriarchal harpy mentality rather than a human expression.
Sexuality
Exhibits no interest, thus far, in any sexuality. She faintly remembers being courted but is afraid to remember.
Education
Really nothing outside of natural hunter and nature. She's learned through her criminal background and her fire spirit who has a high intelligence.
Employment
Now a landowner in a position of power she never thought she'd have.
Accomplishments & Achievements
Her recent building of the Mystic Monster emporium for the preservation and research of monsters is a small accomplishment for her. She doesn't want anyone else to feel the fear of losing all their people again.
Mental Trauma
Her people being slaughtered to near extinction.
Personality Characteristics
Motivation
Revenge.
Savvies & Ineptitudes
Inept with history outside of harpies.
Likes & Dislikes
Publicly Likes eyeballs, eating flesh, and violent acts. Privately likes music and art and songs.
Hates injustice, the cold, and circuses.
Hygiene
Extremely clean. Likes preening herself.
Social
Family Ties
Found a cousin - Alyssa
Religious Views
She has no worshiping faith, but she does know a deity reached out to help her.
Social Aptitude
Not social at all.
Mannerisms
Terrible manners.
Speech
Has a heavy accent but speaks well, and reads slowly.
Relationships
Wealth & Financial state
Continuously growing
Alignment
Neutral
Honorary & Occupational Titles
Landowner
Age
Unknown
Birthplace
Northern tip of Kesanage Mts
Spouses
Siblings
Adalbirt Ableroost
(Friend/Family-Brother)
Children
Current Residence
Kingdom of Bonsu
Gender
Female
Eyes
Gold
Hair
Black with gold strands
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Tanned with white tribal markings
Height
5'5
Weight
light weight, hollow bones
Related Plots
Carnival
Carnivals were supposed to be places of fun, pockets of uniqueness, where strange and unusual things could be seen. Xynya's first experience with one was less than fun. It was a ride of terror that never seemed to end. She'd been trapped and forced to perform in her harpy form like the strange creature she was. Against her will every single day she sang until her throat bled. She was like a bird trapped in a cage, starved and whipped daily. If she refused, she'd be burned with a hot iron. Branded and beaten. The haunting melody was all a ploy to lull the onlookers into a stunned state, staring blankly for what felt like seconds to them, but lasted long enough to have all their precious jewels stolen, their pockets picked, and when they went on as if nothing happened, they'd only realize much later.... far too late, the carnival was long gone. A bad memory that couldn't be grasped. Festivals, carnivals, anything of the sort like that brought a familiar shiver of cold sweat down her spine, a spine covered with memories and scars.
Eyes
Eyes. Eyes that look into the soul, something she struggles with feeling. The soul... Yet as much as she eats, she finds nothing changes. It stirs no emotions, but now it leaves a bitter taste of regret. Not for the bearer of said eyes, never about that. Regret for the feeling she wished to have that everyone seemed to share so beautifully with the world. Maybe it was because every time she closed her own, she saw the eyes of all her flock staring back, that she'd never see again. Regret. Bitter cold regret.
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