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• OC Name: Sinna Moon.
• Alias(es): Siren Beneath the Moonlight — Sin, Cinnamon.
• Date of Birth: February 10, 1997.
• Zodiac Signs: Aquarius — Ox.
• Place of Birth: Golden Province, South Korea.
• Species: Thalassan.
• Occupation: Musician (on hiatus).
• Current Residence: Galini.
• Spoken Languages: Korean (fluent), Japanese (fluent), English (fluent), Mandarin (fluent), French (intermediate).
• ual Orientation: Aual.
• Romantic Orientation: Demiromantic.
• Relationship Status: Single.
• Moral Alignment: Lawful Neutral.
• SNS/Username: @moonshine.

Appearance

• Faceclaim: Kang Seulgi — Red Velvet.
• Height: 161cm (5'3).
• Weight: 43kg.
• Hair Color: White (natural) — Black (dyed) — Brown (dyed — currently).
• Eye Color: Sikkens
• Piercings: Three on the left, two on the right, one L lobe.
• Tattoos: A small crescent underneath the corner of her right eye.
• Scars: None.
• Clothing Style: Preppy modern. Styles her outfit for both comfort and fashion, and has quite a good sense of fashion as well. She tends to wear skirts when she's lazy, and will often go for long sleeves. Lots of dresses, frills sometimes, but prefers skirts and shorts over dresses nowadays.

a siren's song beneath the moonlight.

Do... Re... Mi?

The music room in the mansion was her first stage. 

Ever since she was young, her hands only itched to play the intruments that adorned the music room. Music was what filled the empty hallways during the day, and at night under the moonlight, it was her voice that echoed throughout the vast space of the garden.

The garden in the mansion was her second stage.

The songs she sang touched the hearts of anyone who would stop and listen, and anyone who would hear the young girl sing would claim that she held the voice of an angel, soothing to the ears, a melody one could never get tired of.

The world outside the mansion was her third stage.

With each note she played, it rang within the hearts of her listners. Any instrument she touched became a tool that casted a serene spell onto any stage she stepped into. This effect was called the Moonlit Song, and everyone revelled on it. 

A siren that sang beneath the moonlight... that was the name that followed Sinna Moon. A night fairy to those who sought serenity during restless nights. A sun goddess to those who spent tired mornings.  — that was what she was.

For she sings a siren's lament under the moonlit sky, a lonely voice amidst a deaf crowd.

[ TW: Abuse, violence, murder. ]

Born to a pair of musicians hailed as prodigies during their prime, it was no surprise to find Sinna becoming musically inclined as well — and like her parents, no one was surprised as well, when she proved herself to be a prodigy. That was to be expected, they would say. She is a Moon, after all.

Sinna loved music, truly. It was her whole life, the only thing that lit a passion within her tiny body. She truly enjoyed singing, and even more so playing for others to hear. Yet as she grew up, her parents had gone stricter. They wanted her to continue their legacy, you see, and she wanted nothing more than just that. 

But the training was harsh — she was punished for the smallest of mistakes. A hit to the back of her thighs instead of her hand. No, they couldn't afford to risk hurting her hands enough for her not to be able to play again. One late note? Hit! One wrong note? Hit again! 

And it became an endless cycle, that did nothing but put expectations after expectations over her shoulders; pile too much stress that her petite shoulders were barely able to handle. 

Until one day, it felt as though she was being drowned whenever her fingers touched a string or a key. It felt as though she was being drowned whenever she opened to sing. Eventually, she stopped playing. After all, what kind of a musician would she be if she couldn't even hear the notes she played and the lyrics she sang without feeling as though she was drowning?

Naturally, her parents were disappointed. The looks on their faces hurt her pride and heart, yet she still refused to play any instruments, in fear that any more would cause her to hate the water she lived in as much as she began to dislike the instruments she once loved.

She was fourteen when her hands had gotten hurt for the first time in her life. Instead of treating her immediately, she was greeted back home with too much scolding, along with a punishment that involved locking her up in the music room, stating, "You won't leave until you play a single note!"

That was the worst night of her life.

The morning after, she ran away. It was dangerous, she knew, too aware that she might have not even survived the outside world without the help of her guards or even servants. But still she ran away — she wanted to be away, wanted to escape her family, the music room, wanted to be far away from music. 

She hadn't known what she expected when she had emerged to the surface, when she threaded the warm sands of the land, but... she didn't think it would be peaceful. Quiet. There was no one who knew who she was, and even with the limited time she was given, she found the tranquility she was seeking.

So, as dangerous as it might be, she began visiting the surface more often than she should be — to escape, to not have to think about anything.

She was eighteen when she completely stopped trying to play any instruments; when she quit singing. Years later, at the age of twenty, she still wasn't able to play instruments.

It had disappointed her parents greatly, to the point that they couldn't even bear to look at her anymore. If they did, it would be accompanied with hurtful and insensitive words that only cut through her heart more and more.

She was twenty-one when she committed the biggest sin in her life.

Her memories of that night were blurry — one moment she could hear her father yelling at her from across the music room, as she held her violin in one hand. She didn't know how it happened, didn't know what triggered it all, but she could remember her father grabbing her arm, trying to get her to play—

—and then she saw crimson.

When her world came back to normal, she saw her father's corpse on the floor, bleeding through the neck. Blood dripped from the violin bow she held in her left hand, and she collapsed to her knees. Her mother had screamed when she found Sinna, covered in scarlet and tears running down her cheeks.

A week later, she went to a trial for her father's murder. The press completely ate it up, and had made it more of a public event that the whole of Galini had the opportunity to read from the news and watch from the TVs. To save what's left of their family's reputation, her mother had paid off the judge not to convict her daughter. They had claimed that Sinna just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time, when her father's mruderer had entered the Moon manor. 

That's the only reason why Sinna's still able to roam the streets freely today. 

Now, she can't play even more — not when all she sees as she holds an instrument is the blood of her father in her hands.

Before You Approach Me

1. Try to have something in mind and read my profile before actually talking to me about roleplaying. I am open to brainstorming, but please do not come to me completely empty-handed. Reading my profile is important.

Writing/Plotting Style

1. 3rd pov only. My length ranges from a single paragraph to a whole novella, depending on how high my muse is for the thread. I do get carried away often times, but it doesn't have to be mirrored.
2. I prefer plotting over winging, even if it's just a small backbone of what we're supposed to be doing. This is why you should read my profile first and come to me with an idea in mind. I often do the same.
3. Starters are based on who seems to make the most sense to start. If it makes more sense for my character to start, then I will write the starter, and vice versa.

Activity/Reply Speed

1. I rarely ever poke people, and do not like being poked. 10 days. Please only poke me after 10 days. I usually know who I'm writing with, and if I haven't replied to you yet, that means either of the two things: a. I don't have enough muse for it yet, and; b. I'm busy. Often times, it's a mixture of both. Please don't use my replying to other threads faster than yours against me. It's a simple matter of which of the threads I have more muse with.
2. I'm usually fast with my replies, sometimes with regardless of the length. But again, it depends on the muse. We can always drop/pick up our thread(s), but make sure you communicate with me. Also know that I might be active in the chat infrequently or a lot. I'm not a very consistent person when it comes to this.

Location Preferences

1. I definitely prefer the rooms to keep the rp active! If it's not possible to get a room for it, then walls we go! My PMs are only for OOC business. Please don't post on my walls unless I allow you to.

** Please read this before messaging me to RP!

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@moonshine

Please picture me in the trees, I hit my peak at seven feet in the swing over the creek that I was too scared to jump in.