A Year and A Day: Sirini

Changeling: the Dreaming

Homebrew Rules

Character Creation Guide Download: Sirini.pdf

Quoth the Sirini:

“Hello there, Sailor! Come taste the fruits of this Island, I am sure you will find something to your tastes, yes? No? Well then the hell with you, you pene piccolo cane bastardo.”

Kith Excerpt:

Like the Alkonost of Russian mythology, or the deer-women of the Native Americans, or countless other seducing water women of the World’s cultures, the Sirini have cemented themselves as a staple in fairy tales and the classic literatures both. The Sirini are a petty and conceited Stirpe (Kith), with even the most Lares (Seelie) still a self-serving, tantrum-throwing, zealously jealouos diva. They live their lives on the myriad islands and shoals around Italy (and many find their way into Greece as per the Odyssey). Here they lure sailors and fishermen to come closer to their little atolls. What becomes of the hapless mortals that fall to the Sirini’s charms? Those are the stories that are so ubiquitous to the world’s fairy-Tales.

The modern Sirini isn’t so different from her more classica predecessors. They live anachronistic lives on their beaches. They fish, swim and live their lives, and only seduce only when their expectant paramours draw near. They don’t have many ties to the rest of the Italian Stirpe. With their segregated and water-bound realms; it is easy to see why. The occasional Folleti can come visit them for a round or two of court-ship, and the occasional trip to the mainland is possible if the Sirini has a boat. With that being said, they just don’t care interact with the others very much. Their sullen nature and vicious jealousy leaves them a little lacking in freindship. This isn’t always the case of course, many a friendships may form between an inquisitive young Sirini, and a patient Folleti. Even the Fatae with their fickle nature might befriend a Sirini if both of them take the time. It’s just that these things don’t happen very often. For now, the clock keeps on ticking just as it always has, and the Sirini strive to find mister right.



“Come this way, honored Odysseus, great glory of the Achaians, and stay your ship, so that you can listen here to our singing; for no one else has ever sailed past this place in his black ship until he has listened to the honey-sweet voice that issues from our lips; then goes on, well-pleased, knowing more than ever he did;” – The Odyssey (12.184-196)


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