Here we go.
Race: Blood Sirens. They are beautiful, alluring, deadly, and tragic changling creatures that roam the Middle Earth. They fall deeply and madly in love with every man they see, yet to consummate their love is to lead to tragedy.
Origin: According to ancient legend, a powerful witch who was in love with a man, tried everything to bewitch him and have him. She used all the spells she knew, and tried every trick in the book, but could not get him to love her back. Eventually she found out the reason he paid no attention to her was because he was already in love with another girl.
The girl he loved was heart-achingly beautiful, kind, gentle, and had a singing voice that can move grown men to tears.
The witch was driven to insanity by jealousy, as her own beauty paled next to the girl the man loved. Her rage, bitterness, and jealousy twisted her into a disfigured monster. The witch blamed the girl for her misfortunes, and exacted revenge.
A curse was put on the girl, and every beautiful girl with a lovely singing voice that crossed the path of the witch. As the result of the curse, the race of Blood Sirens was born.
The Curse: Blood Sirens are cursed to be forever falling in love with and longing for men they can’t have and can’t get close to. During the day, the Blood Sirens takes on the form of wolves, making them seemingly dangerous creatures to be around–despite the fact they do not have the mind and heart of a real wolf. This torturous form makes it impossible for the Blood Sirens to be near the men they love, as humans generally run away at the first sight of wolves. The Blood Sirens can only secretly watch the men they love from afar, while trying to survive against hunters. After sunset, they return to human form, but the curse doesn’t end there. The cursed girls cannot speak, but can only express their emotions by singing. Men are drawn to these soulful, sad, and beautiful singing voices at night. If the Blood Sirens allowed themselves to consummate their love for a man during the night, their deadly instinct will take over, causing them to slaughter and feed on the one they love. Afterwards, their consciousness will return, and they will be horrified and tortured by the memory of what they had done to the man they love.
As if that wasn’t enough of a revenge, the witch made sure that the horrible memory of the slaughter and feeding will fade soon, only to come back full force when the same tragedy happens. Each time, the forgotten memory will come back, one stacked on top of another, making the torture of guilt unbearable.
The worst part of this curse is, the Blood Sirens are immortal. They cannot commit suicide, so they are doomed to live an eternity in tragedy and pain–killing the ones they love over and over and over. The witch that cursed these beautiful girls had long been dead, and no one knows how many of these creatures she had created, or how to break the curse. All they know is that when you hear the beautifully haunting singing of one of them at night, you better run the other way. No matter how heartbreaking, lonely, and lovely the singing is, just run.
And what happened to the man that the witch loved? Why, he became the first victim of the woman he loved, of course.
How I came up with the idea: Tolkien’s world is sorely short on female characters. It was the logical choice for me.
The first steps:
1)rough sketch to get the composition down.
3)blocked in basic colors for the color scheme, and the basic lighting scheme.