Siréne

The Siren of Sinn Street

 Guns&Girls Stripclub

## Appearance

Siréne is an eye-catching man. Tall, long limbed and with a face literally taken out of a magazine. He doesn't walk, his body flows like water. Either gentle like a flexible stream, or with the ruthless purpose of an ocean wave in a storm.

It's easy to take him for just another gorgeous face with that perfect skin and sculpted features. When he smiles, it makes his plush lips curve in a dangerously delicious way. But it never reaches his eyes which, if you look closely, will find as dead as the dark nooks and crannies he surrounds himself with.

## Personality

It's hard to get a proper grip of the personality of Siréne. Most of it is smoke and mirrors, carefully designed to leave an onlooker both tempted and wary. Seduction is a whisper behind his every action, either shielding his intentions or underlining them. His voice is never raised, but his claws are always out. His temper is agreeable as long as he get what he wants, and he can show endless patience when it suits him. But he has his triggers and limits.

You will only be warned once.

## Story

Siréne's story begin on the floor of Guns&Girls Stripclub as one of the dancers there. As many Greeners who finds themselves on the wrong side of the wall, word has it that he had to escape from something. But what could be worse than the hormone drenched backwaters of Sinn street?

Apparently it was bad enough for the once ingenu to stay despite the horrible treatment and disgusting customers. Maybe he had hope that things would get better? But on the contrary, everything became worse.

Much

much

worse.

And then it was too late.

It wasn't regular cheap and simple pimps that owned Guns&Girls Stripclub, but the gang known as The Noctis. The leader, Kwon Shion, might have been a man that kept a low profile outside of his sanctum of Divinus. But inside, he was a god. His word was the law and nobody dared oppose him. Seldom did he take interest in the joy boys and girls on the floor, they were just easy cash and bait to lure customers deeper into his den.

Siréne was at the time a very reluctant but yet skillful entertainer. His exotic appearance, fluid movement, long limbs and ice prince mannerism gathered a crowd. Unobtainable, unblemished and a polar opposite of what many dancers offered. A prize.

And if a prize can't be won, it has to be bought. And Shion could not refuse the money offered for Siréne's first time. Why would he care if the man didn't sign up for being sold like a prostitute? Shion owned everyone under his roof and they should be grateful for his protection.

The man paying for the service was a rich greener. But unlike his classy and orderly appearance telling a story of a gentleman, there was nothing in his treatment of his war prize that was gentle. He would use that opportunity to live out his worst and darkest fantasies.

Siréne was ruined, both in body and soul. No amounts of medicine, alcohol or drugs could fix him. Something had broken in him and it would never truly heal. And even if it could, Shion would never give it the time to at least became a scar of a distant memory. He would sell him over and over.

Siréne wanted to run away. But where can you escape your own trauma? Where can you escape from yourself?

He at long last found his relief in the dirty office of a ripper doc in a last desperate attempt to disconnect from everything that hurt. The disgraced blade had a method to shut off some of the pain receptors leading to the cerebral cortex, making the patient numbed to pain. But the procedure was expensive and dangerous. And maybe something did happen in the call boy's brain that wasn't supposed to.

Because he returned to the Divinus the very next day, but with a new goal in mind.

Shion had to pay.

And Siréne would do everything in his power to see him suffer.

Weaponizing himself and his body, he would soon rise to the good graces of both clients and Noctis members. Knowing their weaknesses and what buttons to press, he became a ruthless tempter. Their desires and secrets became stepping stones into the very sanctum of Shion himself. And even the leader would soon put his faith in this new star... And welcome him into his own bedroom.

That would be his downfall.

One fateful night, during a very important Noctis meeting, Siréne accompanied Shion as his lap decoration. Mid meeting, he called for everyone's attention. Thinking that they would be entertained, nobody complained. Not even Shion. He would regret that...

... When Siréne slit his throat.

In the chaos that followed, other joy boys and girls as well as a few members of Noctis themselves helped stage the most bloody mutiny that he dome has seen in years. There is still talk of the naked and mutilated bodies that were hung from the facade of Divinus, their blood used to baptize the building and the man hanging them.

A new era had started.

Siréne's era.

> ***Viva Le Désir.***
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## Relationships

### **Kwon Shion**

* The man that made Siréne who he is today, whether anyone of them wanted it or not. Siréne hated him with his entire being when he was alive, wanting nothing but his death. It was his greatest accomplishment to kill him with his own hands, and no murder has ever since given him that sense of satisfaction. Not even when he hunted down and killed everyone that had bought his body. But it still can't mend the scars.
* They will always be interlinked and Shion's ghost still haunts Siréne's nightmares when he closes his eyes.

### Sage

* The unlikely protector of Siréne when the latter was still in the service of Sean. Sage was the one taking care of him and comforting him after each visit, making sure he was cleaned and healed from damage. Sage was the last shred of sanity. Not that Siréne has any of that left in particular.
* Nowadays, their relationship seem to have been reversed with Siréne caring for Sage when he's in harm's way. The older has a very twisted sense of love and ownership over everyone that is under his roof, and Sage is no exception. Especially because of their former connection. It has left Siréne blind to some of the more concerning signs that Sage has been starting to show...

### Kaine Koh

* Siréne's favorite delusion. He found the assassin at his weakest, and now cares for him with a tainted form of affection and addiction. Like a stray dog taken into his care that now is on an unbreakable and tight leash, Siréne depends on his love and loyalty. The other can't leave his side for long or else consequences will follow.

## Trivia

* Siréne doesn't really feel pain. It's only after a while after he has been hurt that he registers it. It has almost killed him once as he didn't notice that he had been shot until he lost consciousness and woke up at Bloodline Clinic.
* His office at Fantasme is spotlessly clean... Except for a huge stain by his chair. It looks like blood was allowed to soak in and leave a permanent mark on the wood.
* Siréne has two trigger words. "Sean" and "whore". The least violent reaction to the latter was stabbing someone in the face and gauging their eye out with a broken glass bottle.
* The nickname "The black widower" comes from Siréne's habit of murdering anyone who bought sexual services from him against his will when Sean still owned him. By the time he ascended to leadership of Le Désir, not a single person who bedded him is still alive. If he will kill his future lovers is not known.
* His past is shrouded in mystery officially, but a keen eye might find out his former identity.