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Created on 2006-04-02 04:42:35 (#9940333), never updated

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Name:	Siere [Elysia]

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we're not afaid, we're not alone
we're just losers on this open road
can't go back, can't go home
till we find what we're living for

is there something good and something more
is there anything worth dying for?
tonight, you're all that i need

BASICS;
NAME; Siere ("Elysia")
CLASS; Rogue [Prepromoted]
COUNTRY; Kanemoria
AGE; 20
BIRTHDAY; October 31st
ZODIAC; Scorpio
FAMILY; Mother // Elysia [deceased]
LANGUAGES; Trade [fluent]
THEME; 'Not Afraid' - Our Lady Peace

HISTORY;
Siere was born in Norey to a woman who had been a whore, but was no longer. Without money, without a place to stay, he and his mother lived where they could-- which was mostly out on the streets, or in the backs of alleyways. She would tell him that it would all change the next day, every single night. She would hold him close to her and tell him, over and over again, as if her words would somehow come true. All Siere ever did was listen.

When he was old enough to understand things that were said to him-- when he was old enough to respond, his mother told him of his origins. She told him that he was the child of some faraway nobleman from a faraway House across the sea with a name that he couldn't pronounce. She made him promise that he'd find his "father". And she made him promise that when he did, he would ask his "father" if he remembered her.

She made him promise every night after he turned seven. Though he had begun thinking that she was a lunatic well before then, he spoke nothing of it, and simply smiled-- she told him to smile, always-- as he watched her descent into complete and utter madness.

Outside of his mother's little world, Siere had almost made an occupation out of being a filthy liar. He couldn't steal, at least, not in the way that the rest of them did. He stood out too much, recognised too easily and wasn't as good with his hands as he would like to have been, then. Instead, he simply tricked people out of their money, and felt no guilt in doing so. It always seemed to him that he'd been born without a conscience.

When he was seventeen, he slipped poison into his mother's food and let her cling to him as she died. The months that followed went by smoothly for him-- smoother than they had when his mother was alive, at any rate. It was a year after her death that he met up with a man of his own trade, and agreed to some sort of crooked partnership which both men had decided would somehow increase their 'profit.'

Only a few days later did they realise that the sense of familiarity-- not a good one, at that-- was because they'd known eachother as children, and had not been particularly fond of one another. But regardless of how their personalities clashed and how much they learned to loathe eachother, Siere grudgingly admitted that they made a good 'team'. And so they have been travelling together for almost three years, now, bickering and bantering and snarling at eachother all the while. Siere now dresses as a woman and pretends to be the other man's wife. He piles on his masks, and though he complains, he's perfectly content.

PERSONALITY;
Siere is bitter, jaded, cynical, angry and maybe underneath it all he might admit he's just the slightest bit confused. He's cautious to the point of refusing to trust anybody at all, but fails to remember the worth of his trust, which would be very little. Siere likes to do as he pleases, and likes having things his way, not trusting anyone to make his decisions for him. He tends to react violently when things don't go how he plans them, and is usually so clouded by anger that he doesn't think of the consequences until it's too late.

But then again, Siere is little else aside from angry.

APPEARANCE;
Siere has reasonably long, silver hair, and narrow, wary cerulean blue eyes. He is very, very feminine and not at all difficult to be mistaken for a woman-- which he is using as an advantage, because these days he dresses as a woman would, and thus far has proven quite convincing.

something good something good
something that's worth dying for
we wanted more we wanted this
we wanted the simple things i guess
i guess, i guess

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