Name: Seriph Sasanda

Age:29

Height: 6"4

Build: She is slight of build and stature, no larger than the average female.

Power:
A sharp
Seriph is a wonderfully sweet singer; her voice is like that of an angel, perhaps even better! She loves to sing and even when speaking to an innocent bystander her sweet, smooth voice sounds poetic and rhythmic and she is rumoured to have never truly stopped singing. The affects of her singing, however beautiful are not any different to the affect a similarly wonderful vocalist would have, that is for every note but her A sharp. The highest note of all she sings with effortless beauty, the sound however is rather less wonderful. It is been likened to one thousand fingers down one thousand chalkboards, some say it is worse. It smashes glass, bursts ears, causes dogs and other animals alike to panic but to her the note could not be more serenading. For you see, she may be a beautiful singer for all other notes, but when it comes to this one in particular she is terribly tone deaf, unable to tell the difference between her banshee-like shrieks and the desired note.
Over the years she has become…aware of her disgraceful singing and went through several years of mourning, over her ‘lost talent’ claiming that she had been able to sing the note but then one day things went pear shaped, this is a stupid thought however, she had always been a crap singer when it came to that note! Some claim her terrible execution of that note was hereditary and it had been a family curse, others say she has a fly on her vocal cords; none of these are true, for the inconvenience of this note had a much more sinister history.
When she had just been born she cried and cried and cried till her parents had had enough, something had to be done and so following her birth in a small corner of The Nether city she was sent to the hospital to be ‘fixed’. Her parents at this time didn’t know of the complications of such a surgery to change their child’s vocal capabilities and so watched as the surgeons removed several cords that would render their child from issuing even a squeak when she cried and sure enough this worked. What they didn’t know is that by doing this when their child’s cords grew back (as it was planned to do) the growth went very wry and somewhat mutated, forming into an inflamed strand that let her issue the sound, but with terrifying affects. This went unseen till her first singing lesson when this note was attempted, subsequently leading to her singing teacher having to resign from her job due to her deafening. Her condition was diagnosed with no cure but doctors and other professionals claimed it would do no harm as long as she did not use this note in any singing (it isn’t like its hard not to sing high). However she continued to try to sing this note, causing further infection to the point that when this note was attempted anyone in a five meter radius was temporarily deafened. Today, her condition is no better but has not continued to get worse resulting finally with an inbuilt protection system for her; handy, no?

Who said Music never hurt anybody?
A talent that Seriph has had since a child is the ability to use musical instruments with elegant beauty, and in-particular, the flute. She has been playing the wood-wind instrument since she first obtained the intricately carved pipe-like instrument on her 7th birthday, after her realisation of her mutation, which is actually why she was given the flute. Because she never really enjoyed having a flaw in her songs (due to her sinister talent she would always sing the high notes lower than desired) he would never feel like a true singer, so her parents gave her a flute so that- with Seriph’s clearly natural talent for music- she could master a harmless instrument instead. This was an expectable supplement, and she formed, with her flute a syncretic approach to many of her pieces, combining the use of her voice and the flute.
This flute changed Seriph for the better in many people’s eyes, she became happier, less depressed and contributed more actively to her community with busking performances for pocket money, increasing her mood further.
Unfortunately, this was not to last, for her mutation seemed to always gain the upper hand on her and the things that gave her joy, causing her instrumental flute playing to turn out to be more like her A sharp singing, maybe not as terrible in sound but just as detrimental. She that her playing was getting bad when she was out busking, as she did often, and the result was a crowd full of rioting people when she played high and clam, docile and sometimes sleeping people when she played low, causing her to question whether or not this plan to use a flute to counter-act her inability to sing properly was a good idea. Although her notes sounded identical to a well played counterpart hers had mystical affects over people (that wernt really mystical), the higher she played to faster the air would course past her affect vocal cords, causing minute quantities of the affected cells to break of and travel out to her flute, then amplified by the barrel of the instrument the sound waves would change just slightly to affect the mood of those around her, if she breathed faster the higher the vibrations the cells (caught in the barrel of the flute) would make, this indistinguishably different sound would then affect a portion of the brain that affects mood, rioting the affected persons mood. The affect if playing low was similar to playing high, if not the opposite, with longer and less vibrations the sound would calm emotions and make the listener docile and sleepy. The last of the affects that these vibrations caused was physical damage to metal over time, with the vibrations bouncing off the metal at regular intervals the sheet of metallic substances would began to deteriorate in some places, this however took a lot of time (approximately 5min for an average thickness of metal) meaning that it would only work for those unawares to what she was doing.
Only now has she remembered this power that she had as a child, her memories of sleeping family members and rioting townsfolk, reminding her of a power that very maybe might be useful in her day to day life, after all that life has started to become increasingly dangerous over the past couple of years.
(OOC: i realise this power may be able to be used against played characters but i will be sure to use it only on NPC's and those i have permission from.)
Looks:
Seriph is a good looking female, displaying the features that make someone particularly good looking and dressing herself so as to extenuate these features. Beginning with her hair she has long black tresses that fall down to her shoulders, framing her face in a deep black border. Her eyes are a piercing blue colour that fall between her long black eyelashes that look as if they are heavily make-up-ed. Her brows are thin and again, black, sitting just above her eye sockets with a 1cm gap between them above her slight nose. Her cheeks are a colour of pinkish red that help to define her cheek bones and dimples that lay beneath. Seriph’s mouth, like the rest of her face, is nothing out of the ordinary and is not known to be a large on, despite her singing talents. No marking, scar or blemish mars her delicate cream skin and no facial hair has ever grown except perhaps the fine layer that covers everyone; she is positively beautiful. Her torso begins with her large (but not abnormally large) breasts of which seems to attract more males then her singing does, but this doesn’t seem to bother her. Her stomach is not fat nor is it skinny, she feels she could afford to lose a bit more weight but can’t seem to be able to but this doesn’t matter, it isn’t like she doesn’t have other attractive features. Her legs (of which are covered more often than not) are again unmarked and a cream colour, they have not known the touch of a shaver in some time but no hair seems to grow on them (as with her face and arms.) Her arms are nothing too beautiful, of all parts of her body these are the most unattractive for each has a small tattoo around her upper bicep, she regrets the day she got these and hides them as best she can. For her clothing she dons a tight white blouse with sleeves that hide her ‘scars’ as she calls them and long beige pants that end with the beginning of a pair of similar coloured heeled boots. The last of everything that has to do with her appearance is her small bag that lay slouched over her shoulders at most times, in it there is nothing in particular, a handmade flute, a dagger and some beauty products, it’s everything as girl needs!

History:
Seriph’s birth was a day of wonder and glory for her parents, watching their baby come into the world and see her first rays of light, the reaction that the baby issued was not so spectacular. She cried and cried and cried during her first week of birth barely getting an hour of shut eye the whole week and causing her parents to get even left. This disturbance was something that got Mr. and Mrs. ~ thinking; perhaps if they could render their child incapable of crying, just for a year or two, maybe their baby would learn to get attention in other, less disturbing ways. They found that such a surgery did exist and was able to be executed by some select surgeons in the Nether hospital and as her parents were not short of money they decided to endeavour to do this straight away. The surgery went off without a hitch and their soundless baby was no longer a ‘cry baby’.
Seriph grew up her childhood just as any other child, laughing, loving, living and enjoying what the lord gave her in ways of her singing talents, this all changed when she attempted the note that had only just begun to heal. Following the surgery on her vocal cords, the removed cords were destined to come back when she was past the ‘crying stages’ in life, giving her control over that high pitched squeak again, the only issue: it didn’t grow back as designed. The cord began to grow mutated and infected, swelling up and giving her control over that note, yeah sure but the note was not beautiful, but deafening. She discovered this when she retired her singing tutor by deafening someone who relies on sound to earn money, it was then that she once again returned to the hospital. The healthcare professionals claimed that if she no longer used this note she would be fine and so she was ordered never to sing it again. Her seventh birthday marked a new musical begining for Seriph, the gift of a plain wooden flute from her parents marked that she might be able to pursue her dreams of a musical career. However this was not to pass as her condition affected even this (explained in more detal under her second power 'Who said Music never hurt anybody?')
Following her eighteenth birthday (her younger years were somewhat uneventful) she made an executive decision to leave her parents to travel as a busker, singing to all for enough money to get by. She made this over not in a week nor a month, but the next day, leaving her parents with nothing but beauty supplies, a flute (of which she played wonderfully) and a dagger (her father insisted.) These years were her best; she enjoyed the look on the faces of the younger listeners and loved to see the men stare at her, whether it was because of her voice, or her womanly features.
Her life yet again took a turn when she sung that dreadful note by accident one day and was shunned because of her accidental deafening of her crowd, causing her to go into mourning during this time she got her tattoos. She practiced these notes almost constantly when no-one was around to hear, trying to improve her singing, this didn’t help this though and made things worse resulting in the state she is in today.
At present she continues to sing to an audience, avoiding using her deafening screeches and using her flute when the higher notes are needed. She stays in nowhere in particular now-a-days but stays in many a tavern and inn, using her daily profits to pay the keepers and to keep her nourished, living on but the near necessities.
[Will be continued as she continues her life]


Race: Human

Religion: very lightly christian, beleive in the morals but doing very little worship.

Friends: ~

Weapons:
Her power is essencially her weapon, using her shrieks to deafen enemies and to cause pain, however when this is not sufficent she has other weapons. She holds with her a dagger that sits in her bag, not a very beautiful one, but one that gets the job done, if you catch my drift.

I probably shouldn't be posting here, but wow, that's pretty epic.
And also- just because I'm really into music and my musical side gets the better of me, which A sharp do you mean? The one on the first line above the staff (on a treble clef) or another?

...wow. Approved, and welcome to the site.
And yay, mutations :) I do like a good mutation

Thankyou very much. As to what note Sullivan, i am not sure, i figured A sharp would be a high note, if i am mistaken please tell me and i can edit it to something more proper.
And I agree Gothlin T'ai, mutations are rather fun!

High C or even a high E would probably be enough to deafen almost anyone anyway

Hi C or E Sid? Perhaps high HIGH C or E, two octaves up form the low C played by trumpet in a B flat major scale as the base note. If that makes any sense?
Seriph, that's probably fine- it's pretty high, I have trouble reaching it when playing trumpet at the best of times. So yeah, that works.

Ok....? Anybody else catch any of that? Oh and i'm glad i have a musicians aprooval, you seem to know your stuff!

Haha, not as much as some people, trust me! Like my conductor, he plays several instruments really well and can remember all 300 and something scales! Now that's knowing your stuff!

Would it not be easier and more realistic to say that she just recently re-acquired a flute?

Also, approved.

I guess, but it took so long, i'll just leave it as it is if thats ok. =D

No! It isn't! :P

Nah, go ahead. Your character after all.