This is still a work in progress but I will finish as soon as possible.  Just putting up what I have.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://www.satisfaction.com/myspace-layouts/uploads/3444.nt.gif)</div>Name: Kemara, Siren of the Cerulean Sea<br/><br/>Caste: Zenith<br/><br/>Concept: Pirate<br/><br/>Motivation:  To purge the Sea of scum that dirty the waters.<br/><br/>Anima (http://fc09.deviantart.net/images3/i/2004/09/c/f/Sea_Foam_Princess.jpg): The light dapples as if seeing the Golden Sun through deep waters.  The weaving light shimmers and reveals thunderous waves.  Coiled within the waves is a beast so wondrous and yet monstrous.  Scales of brilliant azure and eyes that burn like twin suns, a great sea serpent wraps its translucent coils and moves with snakelike ease about the Siren of the Cerulean Sea.  It opens it mighty maw and teeth as long as any wickedly curved blade are revealed.  It pulses with a luminescent light, its eyes search like fiery lamps amidst the enemy.  Above her and around her is the overwhelming presence of a Sapphire entity, a dangerous and loyal sea serpent.<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em>On a very small island in a archipelago, in the midst of beautiful and glittering blue waters, was born a miracle.  On the day so many years ago, Destiny placed her hand upon the small island village.  The day had begun as mundane as any other.  A shining day but the wind blew from the East and the fish had gone to deeper waters.  Surely a great storm was coming, and the fisherman shivered as dark and ominous clouds cast the a blanket of darkness in the sky and blocked the Great Sun from the Heavens.  Hurriedly, the fisherman set to land, shaking the sails to catch the wind.  The air tasted of the salt and the tinny burn of static as the clouds rumbled angrily and the light flickered among the roiling darkness.  <br/><br/>A great fear grew in the hearts of men who risked each day upon an unforgiving sea.  A life they would not discount for it was their livelihood.  Still, any good fisherman knows that when a storm of such magnitude arises, they are in mortal danger of the entity called the Perfect Storm.  A storm so colossal, it could break the fleet of fishing vessels upon the waves as if they were nothing more than drifting twigs.  <br/><br/>Buffeted by wind and the steady downpour of rain that came like walls of water, with determination, they began the toiling work to achieve land only miles away and yet far enough that their need was dire.  Waves the height of mountains crashed about them and a boat disappeared.  Anguish wrought the hardy peoples of the island but they could not stop to weep for the men and women who now met the embrace of the Ocean Mother.  <br/>Upon one of the tiny vessels being tossed about as if it were nothing more than a mere toy to be played with, a husband and his wife gravid with their seventh child, worked diligently.  Their strong sons worked just as hard beside them.  Yet, Destiny has a bitter irony and enjoys inconvenient moments.  It was at this time that the fishwife fell to her knees and cried out holding her rounded belly.  There was no time for the husband to go to his beloved’s side, not if he were to save them in the midst of the storm.  <br/><br/>Their youngest son took his mother in her distressed state into the meager haven of the cabin.  There she spent long and long, crying and cursing.  The continuous bucking of the boat helped nothing.  After what seemed an eternity, a cry rang through the air as if to overcome the deep growls of thunder from above.  A cry to the Heavens, defiant and free.  Upon that newborn child’s cry as if the both Sean and Sky must obey, the Ocean calmed and the great and destructive waves fell to flat smooth waters and the sky parted and the sun shone upon the nearly broken vessels.  Even among the many ships, there was a great and awed silence only broken by the wailing cry of an infant.<br/><br/>Truly a miracle.  Still, Destiny is not without her irony and though a Hero was born that day, no Hero walks upon the Destiny’s path without it being paved in Blood and Tears.  So is the beginning of Kemara, The Siren of the Cerulean Sea.  </em><br/><br/>The old man rose with pain, the rheumatoid having stiffened his joints.  He arched back, and cracked his spine and had begun to turn away.  A small child stopped him and tugged upon his ragged tunic.<br/><br/>“Please, Grandpa, is there no more story of Kemara?”  The young child looked up at the old man with hopeful eyes.  Many hopeful eyes as the old fisherman had sat within a circle of eager children.  “Tell us more!”<br/><br/>He chuckled and sat upon his driftwood throne.  “Then bring to me another cup of khava and I shall finish.  Mind you, your mothers’ do not scold me for keeping you.”<br/><br/><em>Kemara grew into lovely and dark haired beauty.  The kind of beauty that fills a man’s dreams as he sleeps.  Sloe eyed and light of step, she moved with a dancer’s grace and when she spoke many would stop to listen.  It was said that she could command the fishes into her net with but a song on her lips.  Siren, they called her but not unkindly.  Oh, how our little fishing village prospered.  But prosperity makes others jealous and though the village was not rich, it had attracted the attention of a Realm Ship.  The Peleps Family decided to investigate the growing fortunes of a meager island.<br/><br/>The Captain was too long at sea looking for this tiny island among many and once he made port, he and his crew decided that there were sweet plundering to be had among the jewels of the village.  Overwhelmed by the armed men from the ships, a great tragedy was wrought that day and when the young girl with eyes like the sea looked at him defiant and angry he licked his lips and had his way of her.  Subject to such brutality….(The old man looked askance at the children who had begun to tremble, pausing in his words.  The things that had happened that day were unspeakable and better left unsaid to small ears)…suffice it to say, it was a bad, bad day and our mighty Hero, she was left alive and her family slaughtered, her village in ruins and the loss of life and dignity torn from them. </em><br/><br/>(“Did all her family die,” asked a tiny girl clutching at her smaller brother.  The old man touched the side of his nose and winked at her and she smiled.  <br/><br/>“No, one of her sibs survived, but only because he was out in the Realms trying to make his way as a soldier.  Now hush, the story is long and we have yet to get to the good stuff,” the old man said with a chuckle.)<br/><br/><em>Kemara stood climbed, bloodied and nearly broken, but she climbed the highest cliff and she screamed to the Heavens, to the Ocean Mother that she would have her vengeance.  The Heaven’s answered, splitting the air with a mighty spear of lightening.  Kemara left that day to make her way to the Realms.  She was a child of the Sea and born on the Sea, it was easy for her to find her way to a great pirate and sign on.  It was a hard few years, but her need for vengeance burned within.  It was not long before she commanded her own swift vessel with a steady and loyal crew.<br/><br/>Kemara became like a burning sword that cut the ocean waters.  Those that preyed on the weak, fell upon her blade.  She continued her search for the fat rutting pig that was the Captain of her nightmares.  She would find him and then she would string him up by his neck to hang from her mast until his skin sloughed from his bones.  <br/><br/>The Silver Prince caught wind of her endeavors and though she was wary, he offered her something she could not refuse.  Work for him and he would help her to rid the sea of scum like the Peleps Captain and those like him.  It sang to her heart and her heart was given to the dashing Moray Darktide.  It was in their first meeting that they connected.  He was Exalted but she was not deterred and how could he not be overcome by her charm.  Together, they began a courtship to rival any Fated lovers.  A stormy and adventurous courtship.  One that ended badly.<br/><br/>Kemara had been used.  The Silver Prince had not wanted to help her but use her as a tool to slaughter his enemies and gain prestige among the ocean waters.  Had her precious Darktide known?  How could he not?  Having been given two ships to support her ‘endeavor’  they turned upon her ship and loyal crew.  As she watched as members of whom she had considered family go down one by one, she screamed to the brilliant sky and shook her sword at the Heavens.<br/><br/>“Is this my reward?  Is this what I am to be reduced to?  To never be able to save those that need it?  I will not stand here and die with my vengeance unfulfilled and let the innocent be once more massacred.  If I was born for nothing other than to watch people die, then strike me now!”<br/><br/>As if her words had stirred the Heavens, a great and many water spouts formed a circle about the three pirate ships.  The undulating and dangerous dancing bodies of spinning waters grew ever closer and a spear of lightening cracked open the sky and revealed the Burning light of the Sun.  The spear of light enveloped Kemara in a crackling golden light and she screamed a song of pain and change.  Arms stretched wide to the Heavens, the beautiful and dark woman took upon herself the powers granted only by Gods.  The Unconquered Sun had heard her plea, her anger and took an interest as only a Gog can.  He granted her the powers of the Sun and there at the helm of the ship, Kemara Exalted in the God’s blessing.<br/><br/>The turncoat crews looked in awe as a woman who was moments mortal now glowed brighter than the light of day, and upon her forehead a circle of light that blinded the eyes.  She moved like an ethereal creature, dark hair blowing in the wind of her power, her scimitar blazing and the smile only the invincible carry.  Rising about and behind her a great azure serpent , whose glow was only dwarfed by the Exalted, glared with baleful golden eyes.  <br/><br/>Fear was known that day.  No one knows for sure what truly transpired that day, but the two ships and their crews floated home to the Silver Prince, bodies burned to crisps or cut near in half.  A Message to the man who trifled with the Siren.  It is said that the face of Captain Darktide was both sad and amused as he spoke with the only surviving pirate.  The man babbled of a golden Sea Goddess who rose from the waves and punished their wickedness.  He was not too far off.  The Silver Prince made an enemy that day, an enemy that would provide him with no end of both anger and amusement.<br/><br/>As for Kemara, they say she still sails the Oceans and the Seas, bringing justice to those that would dare raise their swords against the helpless.</em><br/><br/>“Now off with ya.  My throat is hoarse and yer mothers’ will have me head,” he said, shooing the young ones away.  When the last one wandered away, he looked to the sea, the wind ruffling his beard.  He smiled as he took in a great breath of salted air.  He cocked his head as if he heard a woman singing in a glorious voice.  His grin broadened and he saluted.  “Be well, sister, be well.” <br/></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>ATTRIBUTES</strong></span><br/><br/>Physical                          Social                              Mental<br/>Strength:3                       Charisma:3                    Perception:2<br/>Dexterity:4                      Manipulation:2             Intelligence:3<br/>Stamina:4                       Appearance:3                Wits:2<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>ABILITIES</strong></span><br/><br/><strong>Dawn  </strong><strong>Zenith </strong><strong>   Twilight</strong><strong>Craft Specifics</strong><br/>Archery*:                  Integrity:3                   Craft*:                                                    Magitech:<br/>Martial Arts:3          Performance:2            Investigation*:                                          Fire:<br/>Melee: 1                Presence: 2                Lore*: 2                                                   Earth:<br/>Thrown:                Resistance*:2          Medicine*:                                                Air:<br/>War:2                     Survival:1                  Occult*:1                                                  Wood<br/><br/><br/><strong>Night  </strong><strong> Eclipse </strong><strong>Specialties</strong><strong>Languages</strong><br/>Athletics*:         Bureaucracy*:1<br/>Awareness:         Linguistics*: 1<br/>Dodge:1               Ride: 2<br/>Larceny: 1            Sail:3<br/>Stealth:              Socialize:2<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Background</span></strong><br/>