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• OC Name: Sinna Moon.
• Nickname(s): Sin, Cinnamon, Summer, Siren beneath the Moonlight.
• Date of Birth: January 10 (19).
• Zodiac Signs: Capricorn. Dragon.
• Place of Birth: Golden Province.
• Species: Thalassan.
• Occupation: University Student.
• Current Residence: Galini.
• Spoken Languages: Korean, English, Japanese — basic Mandarin, French, and German.
• ual Orientation: Aual.
• Romantic Orientation: Demiromantic.
• Relationship Status: Single, not looking.
• Moral Alignment: Lawful Neutral.
• SNS/Username: @moonshine.

Appearance

• Faceclaim: Lee Jinsook / WJSN Yeoreum.
• Height: 161cm.
• Weight: 42kg.
• Hair Color: White (original) ; Purple (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. 

The girl with an angelic voice and golden hands — that was what she was.

"But Sinna darling, we expect nothing less than perfection from you. You are a Moon, first and foremost, and we are meant to create melodies."

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 dangeorus, 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 sixteen when she completely stopped trying to play any instruments; when she quit singing. years after, she still can't play any without feeling suffocated. Her parents still hate her for it, up to this day. She says she doesn't care — but she has managed to silence the lull of the instruments after fighting the urge to play for so long.