Syeira

The Fool

• Nothing and Everything

  • Name: Syeira
  • Gender: Female
  • Race: Kindred (See Side Note)
  • Clan: Ravnos
  • Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
  • Age: 24ish
  • Body Type: Slender
  • Height: 5'6"
  • Weight: 120lbs
  • Complexion: Dusky
  • Hair: Black
  • Eyes: A dark chocolate brown
  • Handedness: Ambidextrous
  • Relationship Status: Single, commitment issues
  • Personality: Light hearted, self indulgent, flamboyant. You can always count on her to be honestly dishonest, it's incredibly hard to tell her truth for truth and her lies for lies, but she's always entertaining about it.
  • Side Note:: She will never, ever reveal her vampirism. Ever. It's a slim chance in hell she'd get caught. But if she did, huge plot line will commence. Be warned.

• A Beginning

  Once upon a time there was a roving band of gypsies. A great big family of sorts, traveling about in colorful and lively caravans. Seers, traders, tinkers and entertainers... Swindlers, thieves, crooks and fake prophets. In this traveling tribe was a girl, or considered such in her lack of husband at 24 and largely carefree ways. This girl was known to all, save her mother, as Syeira. Certainly pretty by most standards, fairly clean - often lured young men not sullied by discrimination to join in the revelry of the camp, under the guise of less than virginal evenings, only to help them out of their purse and send them on their way with dicks as dry as they came in.
  This was somewhere around the mid 1500's.
  Sweet girl, on one such occasion, picked the wrong pocket, and instead of losing a hand half ass truly met the man it belonged to and fell head over dirty bare heels in love on the night of meeting. Now at this point, he was tossed out on his ear by a furious and well meaning grandmother. But did this stop the lovers? No! Clandestine night meetings in the woods took place, the man following along with the caravans in order to continue this chaste affair of the heart. A mere week later, truly impressed with the girl, the man drained her of all her blood and allowed the dying woman to sup of his own. The entire traveling band was either Embraced as Ravnos Kindred or turned into a meal by hunger driven newly turned family members. And they continued their traveling ways, only covering distance nocturnally. The man only stayed long enough to impart his wisdom (decades as it were) and then roamed on, interest in poor love sick Syeira waning. The kumpaniyi itself soon disbanded, young fledgling kindred seeking shelter with other caravans. And Syeira? Being lovesick, of course, in classic fairy tale fashion, followed into the night, preferring the hosts of various Romani to trapeze across countries and rooking the towns folk of villages unwary enough to allow her in of coin in trade for bogus fortunes and magic curse along the way. Taking care of her thirst at the same time, to be sure. And to be clear, her mortal cousins were never enamored with her company for long, and her stays were always short for fear of being sold out to the church for her sins, turning the nomad into an absolute drifter. Her head grew up, while her body stayed supple and young. Great deal, no?
  Truly simple folklore to scare young gypsy children out of the dark and into their beds, warning off true love until the sun rises at least.
  
  Bah. Nonsense.

• Description

  Romani vagrant, obvious in the rainbow hued attire of traditional nature that encased the lithe frame walking around on dirty bare feet, smelling of wood smoke generously accented by crushed wild rose. Glass gemstones set in mixed metals adorned slim fingers, generously beaded strands draped slender neck in varying shades of sapphire and garnet, fake flare with glittering flash. Dark chocolate eyes set in sharp featured face sparkled with good humor while ruby red lips were kept casually turned in welcoming smile, lending an air of playful gaiety to the otherwise common beauty sporting dusky skin and pitch dark locks. A simple braided cord circled swaying hips, hung with the pouches and bags that held the supplies of mystic trade.
  
  Occasionally in the company of a small pygmy, palm sized owl. Always in possession of a deck of well worked and much loved Tarot cards and a bag of snake bones.

• Attributes

  Strength		Dexterity		Stamina
  Charisma		Manipulation		Appearance
  Perception		Intellegence		Wits

• Abilities

  Acting		Alertness		Athletics
  Brawl		Dodge		Empathy
  Intimidation		Leadership		Subterfuge

  Skills

  Animal Ken		Etiquette		Melee
  Music		Stealth		Survival
  Medicine		Occult		Larceny