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The Siren

Bio:

Ivora Murphy, who lived in the area of Borislin, was always fascinated with bodies of water and the life within them. often times when she was young she'd find herself relaxing by the lake near her cabin. At the age of seven, she lived with her single father who would often take her fishing. She never had the heart to kill the fish and felt bad any time her father would cook the fish he'd caught. Her father was only a humble fisherman until the village nearby offered him a deal he couldn't refuse, catch them a few fish a day and they would reward him greatly. Her father happily obliged despite ivora's open disagreement with the offer. As the months went by, the demand for fish grew more and more, and he father was threatened by the village leader. her father spent more of his days by the lake, leaving little time for ivora and her father to bond, which left ivora feeling depressed and alone.

Whenever ivora turned 17, her father dragged her into fishing with him, the demand for fish unmanageable for just one person. Ivora protested, sobbing and crying, screaming at her father that she didn't want to kill the fish, but he didn't care. Infuriated, her father hit her across the abdomen with his fishing rod, the fishing line whipping her, causing her to stumble backwards and cry out in pain. Her father had changed, we wasn't the same gentle soul he was before, and ivora realized that, so she ran. Her vision blurred by her tears she found herself at a small abandoned beach, she found the sight somewhat... relaxing. She fell to her knees, catching her breath and watching the tide rise and fall. She felt her eyes begin to feel heavy, looking down before she drifted off only to see her hands covered in blood seeping out of her bleeding abdomen, but there was nothing but she could do but fade out of consciousness.

When ivora awoke a day later, she found herself back in her cabin laying on her bed, her abdomen bandaged. She grunted in pain as she sat up and looked at her surroundings, her father nowhere to be found. She looked out her window and noticed her father sitting by the lake with sunken eyes and a tired expression, he looked as if he hadn't eaten in months. Ivora's heart sunk, her father wasn't himself, he was changed by the greed of the villagers, and they were abusing that. she clenched her fist and anger overtook her. Seeing red, She grabbed a plank of wood lying on the ground and and crawled out the window, sneaking out. She dragged the plank of wood, dragging it against the ground as she held her abdomen, making her way towards that retched village.

As she reached the village, villagers ran into their homes but ivora ignored them, and just continued as she tredged through the village to the village leader cillian byrnes' house, hitting the door open with the wood plank. The village leader screamed as he ran up the stairs and into his office room slamming the door shut and pressing his back against it. Ivora followed him and hit the door with the plank, the door cracking with each hit, Shards of wood slicing cillian's shoulders. As ivora was about to hit the door once more cillian opened the door quickly, causing ivora to lunge forward and fall onto her wooden plank knocking all of the air out of her lungs. Ivora shouted out in pain, the bandages soaking up blood from her abdomen as her wound reopened from the intense movement and impact. Cillian tried to run out of the room but ivora grabbed his leg and yanked him back pleading with him to let the contract with her father go. but he refused, scoffing at her as if her request was ridiculous. Ivora's grip tightened in anger and pleaded once more, tears falling from her eyes, her hands shaking. cillian just kicked her hand away and stomped on it, breaking ivora's hand with a crunch, causing her to shriek from the unbearable pain. Ivora felt her vision begin to cloud up but determination coursed throughout her and with what little strength she had she stood up and began to persue cillian. If she was going to die, he was going to die with her, she smiled to herself at the thought. all of her father's troubles, gone, at the expense of one minuscule, filthy life. Fury clouded her vision as she cornered cillian and without any hesitation, bashed his head with the plank with as much strength as she could. Warm blood dripped down cillian's head, his eyes wide in shock as he tried to speak but nothing came out, all the could be heard was the whack of the plank against cillian's legs breaking them entirely, causing him to collapse onto the ground. A silent scream was all that left cillian's mouth before his head was whacked again, and again, and again... until it was nothing but a bloody brain stew. Ivora dropped the wood plank and fell to her knees, holding her abdomen. Ivora slowly realized what exactly she had done, and how much pain she was in, the adrenaline fading from within her. She laughed, but tears fell from her eyes and down her bloodied face. Shouting. Shouting was all she could hear, the villagers had gathered what they could to use as weapons and were coming after her, she had to run, as much as she could.