Username: Rtron [s]The Magnificent[/s] 
 
Name: Dirae (Die-ray)
 
Race: Siren
 
Age: 23
 
Gender: Female
 
Homeland: UMBRA
 
Appearance: [img=https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTjJzbg6wLzTovvqj6NLIF8IxWLTC08DWFZVSSMPe2QyAl459s]
 
Her eyes are odd. The pupils are a golden yellow, while the Sclera are pitch black, with white dots scattered around them, like stars in the night sky. She wears her lovely little mask(altered so that she can sing and be heard clearly, but her breath can't be seen) to hide the fact that whenever she breathes, gold and black gasses alternate in coloring her breath. Her hair color is [url=https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSN26zSJHcbS4GKftx709Ie7KsF_YIL4-ZLposllhfqbRaLzPsm]purple[/url]. She's wearing a vest covered with pockets for tidbits and useful items she's found. All of her clothing has pockets sewn into it as well. 
 
Size: 5ft 3in
 
Elemental Affinity: Dark
 
Bio: Dirae was born in UMBRA, under unusual circumstances. Her mother was a Siren with Dark affinity, visiting the lands of Light. She was just curious to see what other lands were like, compared to the darkly beautiful lands of UMBRA. She was in a bar when she met the God of Light, Adon. Or at least, the form he chose to take that day. Dirae's questioning of her mother gave her vague details at best, and dear old dad certainly wasn't around to tell her what happened, so she had to accept her mother's short and to the point explanation. Several ounces of potent liquour had been consumed by the both of them, they talked and liked each other like they assuredly wouldn't have if they had both been sober, one thing led to another, and when she woke up the next morning, a God was fading away in the light, leaving the words 'this never happened'. And so she behaved like in never happened, continuing to wander RUNE. That is, until it became clear she was pregnant.
 
Luckily for Dirae, and her mother, she had been visiting home when it became apparent. So there was no long traveling ot get home before the baby was delivered. Unfortunately, the Goddes of Dark, Auna, noticed that one of her followers had been impregnated by the God of Light. His essence was in her child. She took slight offense to this, and decided to counteract his involvement, but putting her some of her own essence into the child. The result?
 
Pain. Excruciating, agonizing, pain whenever the two godly essences inside of Dirae decide they can't get along and play nice. It's happened less and less as she's grown, but its still happens far to often for Dirae's taste. Like whenever she does something that one or the other thinks is overly selfish or selfless, or whenever she tries to stay out of stranger's problems or gets involved in their problems. Or a host of other personality conflicts. 
 
Her father's followers mostly view her as something to be protected and preserved. Which means, they want to lock her up and never let her see the light of day in the name of protection. Those few that don't want to protect her want to kill her, viewing the dark 'taint' of Auna as something that has corrupted her and to free her from the 'pain' of having Auna's touch, they must kill her. Auna's followers at least are constant. They want her dead. The mass public however, couldn't care less about her. But, when they inevitably notice her breath, word would eventually reach her father's worshippers, or Auna's worshippers, and she'd have to leave before she was either imprisoned or killed. Or both. 
 
At the age of fifteen, she left home to explore UMBRA and the world. For the most part, it's been relatively prejudicial, maniacal, religous, murderous, zealot free. Except for when her mask comes off and she breathes out and they ask questions she has long since stopped giving believable lies for. Adventure awaits! And with adventure, perhaps anonymity. 
 
Personality: Dirae prefers her machine and magical creations to people. They're less likely to try and kill you for something you couldn't help being, or try and lock you up for your 'safety' because of your divine blood, or expect you to do divine acts by calling upon your godly parent. Her personality can...differ. Some days(or even hours) she might be as Selfish and Driven as her Dark affintiy demands. Others, she'll go with what the Light essence in her says, and be selfless and humble. There is one constant, however. She's protective. If you've earned her trust and friendship(and sometimes if you haven't), the two essences in her will actually be nice and work together to help her protect you from any harm. She also has split personality to the extreme. Someitmes, when the pain of two essences battling insid of her becomes to much, her normal mind will recede from the rest of her, to recuperate and watch. Whichever Essence is winning will take over for a time, and she will act exactly according to that essence's desires.
 
Skills: Singing, especially without using her magic. Since her magic depends on her voice, she really is a wonderful singer. If you can notice that when she's trying to kill you, anyways. Creation, both magical and technological. Give her the proper materials, and she can make [i]something[/i] useful with her hands, or at least repair and/or improve an item. Magical wise, she's adept at using her voice to create things(illusions, elemental attacks, golems, etc.) for both defense and offensive purposes. 
 
Equipment: A revolver, and a toolbelt(filled with tools, naturally).
 
Other: Has she mentioned the voices in her head? The two essences inside of her have developed personalities and voices of their own. They argue almost constantly, but she's managed to develop the skill of ignoring them to such a fine degree that she only notices an annoying buzz in the back of her mind. 
 
She also has a, tiny, pet mechanical dragon. It's technically magical, but she created it with technology and gave it gimmicks and things to help her on repairs and building. The magic is only a source of power, to give it personality and life. It's roughly the size of a billards ball(when it's curled up into a ball in the crook of Dirae's shoulder), and is 6 inches from nose to tail tip.