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Post by Deleted on Sept 15, 2016 12:57:44 GMT -5
"Ohhh, sultry." She was impressed, hefting her gun to her shoulder and not turning from the ocean, but glancing at him over the barrel. "If I knew singing could seduce I would've payed for lessons when I was younger." She hadn't payed for anything when she was younger, either stealing or going without, everything from bread to schooling. Her mother, proud and hard working, had not agreed with a criminal life style (the older woman still told her friends that Whetu was working with a trading company) and wanted her daughter to be upright, but she was also realistic, and had taught the captain most of what she knew. "Normally, I go for the flashing-my-feather approach. Ladies love confidence." She said with the assurance of someone who would know.
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Post by ✦ ┇ W ι ɳ on Sept 15, 2016 13:23:36 GMT -5
"It's quite charming, you know, having my handsome face and a voice to match. Not many are capable of resisting." Xavier said, he was confident and loved to flirt, but not quite as vain as he liked to let on. He was aware of his charms, but everyone had their ways, they just came in different forms. "Ladies do love confidence. We should have a competition one day. Whoever gets the most dates in a night wins and the other buys drinks for the whole month." He grinned. He was fairly positive Whetu might win that match, her confidence was alluring and she was just someone people were naturally drawn to, like children listening to the stories of adventurers.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 15, 2016 13:34:00 GMT -5
"I don't hunt for sport, Xavier" She placed on hand on her chest, mocking injury, "That takes the beauty out of it. Though if you're a gambling man, I'm sure we could find some interesting bet to-" She cut off mid sentence, swearing loudly (and became very thankful her mother wasn't there, because it was filthy enough to get slapped for), and firing down. A mermaid had been about halfway up the ship, scuttling in the shadows, it's whole tail out of the water. It set her nerves off again, big white eyes out of the gloom and nothing else visible, very eel-like (why it gotta be eels). She reloaded, glad of the extra bullets in her pocket, "What was I saying, bets?" She tried to play it off as smoothly as she could, "Oh yeah, how long till someone else in the crew gets some?"
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Post by llavoie -- on Sept 15, 2016 15:21:53 GMT -5
ohhh that'd be great!!! I would love that!!! Monster caharcters are greta, I love em. Honestly that might help the plot along now, because I'm not sure how they're going to get away from these mermaids ^^' ) (Hi beast! One of our characters could fall in and mermaid homegirl could help them out?) [ Perfect! I will write out her forms so I can start asap. c: ]
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Post by llavoie -- on Sept 15, 2016 16:15:27 GMT -5
[ I'm not in the mood to write up a second character right now, so I'll stick with my mermaid for now and make a crew member later ish. ] Airavata || unknown || female || unknown Airavata is a wonder to behold. As a mermaid, everything about her is unnaturally sharp and beautiful and a thick, powerful aura surrounds her, almost tangible in the frigid water and salty air.
Aira’s hair is impossibly silky to the touch and almost shimmers in the light. It’s such a bright shade of snowy white it seems to glow and floats almost romantically in the water around her, wrapping around her long arms and slim waist as the currents softly tug at the strands. Her skin is pale, bordering on silvery, and almost seems to emit its own light from within, making her large blue eyes stand out; a swirling kind of blue of all hues, light and dark, shades that don’t exactly look real. A strong jawline, a small nose that turns up just slightly at the end, white lashes and full, blue lips, Aira is any man or woman’s dream. So flawless it’s unnerving and so perfect it’s intimidating. She has strong shoulders, a perfect hourglass figure with a tiny waist and wide hips, and smooth skin that fades into stormy scales where her tail begins. Oh, and her tail: long and powerful and lovely to behold. Aira’s tail glimmers in the water, the color of pearls with hints of pale blues and greens and greys. A feathery, silver-blue dorsal fin, tipped with black, starts at her lower back, her skin spotted with pearl and blue scales around its base until it meets her tail, growing down the center and fading into a large, darker silver and black tail fin. Delicate looking pectoral fins emerge just below her hip bones at the start of tail, matching both her dorsal and tail fins in color. Though she breathes through her nose above water, if you look closely you can see the grooves of hidden gills just behind both of her ears.
Aira borders on silence, but when she does speak, her voice is of a light, soothing nature, a sweet tone, a calming affect. It’s the kind of voice that people enjoy just listening to. Her voice is a trait passed down through all mermaids, one that lures sailors to their deaths. And if you think it’s sweet when she speaks, it’s irresistible when she sings. But mermaid song is rare, legendary; it’s almost never heard above the waves. Stories of their songs have been passed down by humans for hundreds of years, but you can count on one hand how many people have actually heard it in all that time.
Aira is a mystery. Though her face is beautiful, it’s hard to read. It might feel like she’s playing with you the way her unnerving eyes watch you move, watch you speak, the way her body cuts through the waves as she circles your ship and smiles sweetly with sharp, tiger-growl teeth. But she’s a very curious creature, and it often gets the best of her. Unlike the rest of her kind, Aira can't help but get up close and personal with humans. They fascinate her, and she's spent a fair amount of time around ports and following ships, listening in on conversations and learning about life on land. She's never interacted with one passed dragging them to the bottom of the ocean, but she's secretly always wanted to. She's got an innocent way of thinking despite her many, many years, and she behaves almost childishly in everything she does. She loves seashells and pretty things and braids them into her with intricate designs. Last of all, she is eager to please and can't help making a deal. If she's causing you trouble and you want to survive, I suggest you make her a deal. || n/a || She loves making deals.
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Post by ✦ ┇ W ι ɳ on Sept 15, 2016 18:54:56 GMT -5
Xavier's attention was pulled from his side back to Whetu as she let out a very sailor like curse, she was obviously alarmed by the proximity of the mermaids, but she played it off casually, which was something she was very good at. He smirked and returned his gaze to the depths below. "I do love a good bet, in fact I'll play the odds any day. What will it be then? Who we think will be first to get some? We both pick someone and then what's the prize for winner?"
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Post by llavoie -- on Sept 15, 2016 19:56:29 GMT -5
[ Hopefully, everything about Aira is good. But if Spooks has any problems I'll change them right away. Till then, I think I'll play her into this little mermaid skirmish. ]
Airavata stayed a safe distance from the ship, watching her mermaid sisters as the scratched and taunted and swam. Mermaids came in call colors and variations, but Aira's brilliance was a rarity and not something she'd think as a blessing. She was beautiful, very beautiful. Although all inhumanly lovely, none of her darker colored sisters could hold a candle to her silver glow. But it made hunting much more dangerous for the pale beauty. Light seemed to catch her hair, her skin, her tail, even while still swimming deep, and she was fairly easy to spot even from great distances. If guns were involved, it was risky business for her to be up close with the others. While swimming with her pack, Aira tended to wait for a sailor to fall in before helping with the kill.
She surfaced, head bobbing out of the water, only her blue eyes visible. From here the sailors would definitely be able to see her, but the rocking ship would weaken their aim and chances were close to none that they'd be able to even graze her with one of their bullets. She was safe. Aira watched with curiosity and amusement as the two mers she was with continued with their game. Mermaids were fast. It was close to impossible to guess how many their could be in the waters around you, it was almost like they were in all places at once. And while they all hunted together, mermaids were also pretty unfeeling creatures. Aira knew one of her sisters had been hit, but she felt no sorrow, no pity. She'd been too bold, and it was her own fault. Aira didn't care who was hurt or who was killed, as long as they had a meal at the end of it all.
But something was strange about this ship and it tugged at her interest. It was older than most that sailed these days, and its flag presented a flashy golden hoop that pulled at the corners of her mind, reminding her of.. something. A human legend, she thought, but she wasn't quite sure and she didn't really care. And again, why was it out here? Ships almost never passed through these waters, usually taking faster, safer routes to popular ports. Nobody came this way unless they were looking for something.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2016 11:01:51 GMT -5
Airavata looks good!! I love her tail design!! Would you mind adding a little more personality description to her though? You can rp while you edit it c: )
"The prize...." She thought aloud, spinning on her heels, eyes cast towards the night sky (still no moon. What a jerk), "How about your suggestion? Loser buys the drink for the next month?" She said, unable to think of a good one of her at the current moment, still secretly shaken by the eel-like mermaid who'd been much closer then she'd first appeared. "Personally, I'm betting on Camilla: Big eyes, soft hair, nice smile. What doesn't that girl have?" She asked, her tone one of both admiration and appreciation. She perched herself on the ledge, gun raised. She could see something in the water, a mermaid, obviously, but this one really caught her eye. Even though her eye were barely out of the water, she was brilliantly bright, though it was difficult to tell in this lighting. Was it a mermaid or a rock? Hopefully a rock.
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Post by ✦ ┇ W ι ɳ on Sept 16, 2016 15:56:18 GMT -5
"Alright, I like that since I'm always down for a drink, we can add onto it if one of us comes up with something more interesting under less stressful circumstances." Xavier agreed. He scowled a little when she placed her bet on Camilla. She was the obvious first choice to him, and he wasn't sure whether or not they would include themselves in the bet. He would say Whetu next, but that would give her the ability to sabotage him which wasn't good and he didn't want to bet on himself. "Kain is handsome, but its handsome like a nicely designed gun, and I'm pretty sure he has no emotion so he's out. Sonal would probably strangle anyone who thinks to flirt with her. In contrast Coran would stumble around on his words and turn bright red, he's not even close to being smooth. You've left me with few options here." He complained and frowned a little as he glanced over the edge. The movement in the water had ceased which creeped him out because he was certain they were not gone.
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Post by llavoie -- on Sept 17, 2016 14:11:35 GMT -5
[ Her personality was lacking, but I added more so I think it should be good now. ]
Aira, still floating a safe distance from the ship, gave a small flip of her tail and began circling around the dark boat. The other mermaids had disappeared, but she knew they were just biding their time, circling underneath the waves. If they were unable to persuade a sailor into their waters or pull them in with their hands, they would rock the boat. With powerful arms and tails, the mermaids could turn this patch of sea stormy and unbalance the land-walkers enough to make one fall in. Aira couldn't help but smile. The glowing creature usually enjoyed this part - it amused her when the humans stumbled around as they did while the mermaids made their boats quake. And this was an activity Aira could join in. Her lightness gave no disadvantage when she could merely hide beneath the curve of wood and assist in shaking the ship, but she held back. These people made her curious, and she honestly wanted to see more.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2016 7:00:00 GMT -5
I'll add her now c; Which character do you want to fall in for her to rescue??)
"That's fair," She nodded, "Well, new bet then. Seeing as we both agree on Camilla being the most likely (apart from us, clearly) do you think it'll be with a strapping young man or woman?" Camilla had a broader playing field then Whetu did, and so did Xaiver, which was vaguely unfair in her opinion, but so were taxes and imperial governments. The Captain had been talking to Xaiver during this, and when the white spot in the water was gone when she looked back. Uh-oh. Definitely not a rock. Why was it never a rock? What had a rock ever done to her? (Well, apart from that rock that crashed into the face of a cliff she'd been on, but honestly, that was more the navigator's fault then the cliff. After all, the cliff had been there first.)
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Post by llavoie -- on Sept 18, 2016 18:11:38 GMT -5
[ Hm.. either one works. You two decide who you think should take a dip. ]
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Post by ✦ ┇ W ι ɳ on Sept 19, 2016 1:53:07 GMT -5
(Ah idc Im good with either! I mean Xavier is a strong swimmer unlike Kain that nerd, I feel like he would jump in after Whetu unless she made him not lol)
Xavier struggled to decide whether Camilla was more likely to be tempted by a female or male hook up. He had no idea whether or not she had a usual preference, or her track record for previous relationships. "Uhhh, alright I'll bet on her hooking up with a young man." Although it was still uncertain he figured he had a fifty fifty chance and he personally liked those odds, he had played games with far less chance of a good outcome.
Sorry for lame reply o.o)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2016 10:35:37 GMT -5
Xaiver can take the fall ~ rip that boi I'm rereading soc and I completely forgot about how much I love Nina and Mattais' backstory)
"The deal's the deal." She said, confirming their bet. A strong wind ruffled her coat and hair, and she felt the chill sharply, a total contrast to the earlier scorching day. The fire they'd lit was all but burned out as well, so they were getting furiously low on light. One of them might have to risk running down below and fetching lanterns, leaving the other unguarded and alone, the literal worst thing to do when surrounded by mermaids. Maybe I should send Xavier down now, his legs are longer, he'll be back quicker. Could they risk this in the dark?
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Post by ✦ ┇ W ι ɳ on Sept 20, 2016 1:49:04 GMT -5
(Lol I love them I love everyone omg I may get to go see Leigh since she is coming near my university!!)
"Good, I'm holding you too it, can't wait to get free drinks." Xavier smirked with feign confidence as if he believed he had already won. He pulled his jacket closer as the wind blew and peered over the edge. Still nothing, which was strange in his opinion. By now he figured he would see another scaly crawling rapidly towards him. But the sea was quiet and he didn't see anything. "Maybe they left?" He turned to ask, confused by their absence. Suddenly the boat was jarred violently and Xavier was thrown off his feet. A sharp gasp left his lips as he barely caught sight of Whetu before he tumbled over the edge, his hands grabbed desperately for something to stop his fall.
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Post by ✦ ┇ W ι ɳ on Sept 20, 2016 10:55:51 GMT -5
SOS it's raining which makes me just want to curl up in bed with tea and sleep but I really need to study and finish homework and go to yoga
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Post by Deleted on Sept 20, 2016 10:57:39 GMT -5
seriously????? that's so cool!!!! omg when they drive the tank through the wall of the jail I die )
She had been leaning over herself when the boat rocked, but due to their positioning, she was thrown across the deck rather then over the edge. She heard a gasp and a scuffle and turned to see Xaiver's legs disappear over the railing. A cold and heavy dread sank into her and she felt her stomach empty. All those jokes about falling overboard were painfully ringing in her ears, and it was a second or two before she lunged forward, looking out over the edge, "Xaiver!" She called, only on instinct, because her mind was telling her that he was gone, Xaiver was dead. There was no coming back from this one, not without a miracle.
I'll see you later!!)
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Post by llavoie -- on Sept 20, 2016 21:59:15 GMT -5
It took only one, well-timed shove to rock the boat and send one of its fated passengers into the sea. The mermaids wasted no time once their prey was in the water. The two finned creatures were upon him, grabbing at his arms, his clothes, his hair, anything they could get their little webbed fingers on. Their sculptured faces had turned from elegant to gruesome as they bared their fangs, eyes bulging hungrily.
Aira watched the two merpeople as they fought for the man, pulling at him none too lightly as they tried to claim him as their own. The commotion caused the waves around them to churn and they bobbed unsteadily, surfacing and resurfacing as they battled for food. She almost felt sorry for the poor fellow, though the feeling didn't run too deep or last too long. What really made her intervene was her ever present weakness: curiosity. Airavata was too curious for her own good, a freak trait amongst her kind. Mermaids tended to be selfish, uncaring creatures that took interest in not much more than pretty things and their next meal. But Aira coveted more than flesh, she coveted stories. The ship the man had fallen from had to have one hell of a story, and Aira wanted to know it. But a ship's story can hardly be told without its crew.
In a flash of white and silver, Aira was right there next to the sisters. Her fins and gills flared as she bared her teeth, hissing; her blue eyes blazed; her tail whipped dangerously in the water. She tended to make her kind nervous with her strange coloring and even stranger habits, but that didn't mean they wouldn't put up a fight. She could see the uncertainty behind their eyes as she joined the fight, but she could also see the anger. She'd done nothing to deserve a meal, but that didn't mean she wouldn't try to take it. Aira was determined. This man was hers.
[ Hah, what if Aira imprints on Xavier and becomes attached to him. Overprotective and very sweet, but only to him. ]
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Post by ✦ ┇ W ι ɳ on Sept 21, 2016 2:39:33 GMT -5
It's official I'm going to drive to the city to see her since my friend lives like 15 min away I'll stay at her house!!! I'm so so excited to meet Leigh I'll tell you all about it <3)) Haha that would be cool Bea! I can't promise Xavier will like be in love with her or anything, but he will be sweet and care about her since she saved his life!)
Xavier heard Whetu yell his name barely in the distance before cold water engulfed him, the sounds muffled strangely by his earplugs and the icy water sent a shock through his body. He managed one gasp of air before hands quickly pulled him under. Immediately he regretted volunteering to help and having an overall cocky attitude. Now he found himself being dragged under, hands clawing at him as he desperately elbowed and kicked. His attempts would work for a moment, but not enough for him to make a break for surface. Salt stung his eyes and blurred his vision as his lungs screamed for air. He saw a flash of silver approach and he wondered if it was an angel or just the some sort of mermaid Queen coming to devour him.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2016 10:32:20 GMT -5
Tell Leigh I love her my heart is her's only)
She hefted her gun again, a cold anger pursing through her. Her toes felt numb, and she wasn't sure if it was the weather or her own heart. She'd barely known Xaiver, it'd only been a few months since they'd met after all, but she'd liked him. He was a little goofy and too smart for his own good, and she'd really liked him. There was no point screaming or standing there stunned, so she did what she did best and gave whatever had made her angry hell. Maybe just shooting into the water was a waste of bullets, but she could see them. They were barely below the surface, thrashing and writhing. She couldn't see any blood yet, but maybe that was because it was so dark. Mermaids made quick work of their prey, he was already dead, for sure. She saw that flash of white again and reloaded her gun, empty it of lead into the waves below.
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Post by Happy on Sept 21, 2016 10:52:33 GMT -5
Ralif Silvrig || 26 || Male || Bisexual, mostly females Ralif is a man whose slightly taller than average height and slim, though lean and well-toned, build speak to his ritual of slipping into the homes and shops of the wealthy Jospian immigrants who’ve invaded his country and taking whatever catches his eye, as does his pale skin. He’s got expensive tastes and the means to satisfy them, if not necessarily the finances. His black hair is kept short, though often unruly. His face would be quite handsome were it ever uncovered, but in an effort to keep his identity unknown should someone happen upon him in the middle of the night, a black mask made of fine silk covers the lower portion of his inquisitive features. The eye he reveals to the world is a striking blue, though he wishes the color wasn’t so noticeable, while the other is kept hidden behind an eyepatch. It conceals the fact that the iris is a pure white; he’s been unable to see from that eye ever since a run-in with Jospian occupiers where he wasn’t fleet-footed enough to dodge a blow to the face. His attire unsurprisingly consists of dark colors in an effort to remain unnoticeable, but all his garb is only the finest of Cleorusian style. It wouldn’t be too much of a stretch to peg him as a blue-blooded noble or a man of wealth, but neither of those could be further from the truth. He wears a simple long-sleeved black and gray tunic, though of expensive origins from the quality and softness of the material, matched by pants of a similar cut and color. On his hip is a soft yet thick leather holster containing an ornate, almost ceremonious revolver. He’s got a thick cloak that he wears around his neck, which can double as a blanket or bedding should it be necessary, as well as a pair of hardy boots often worn by Cleorusian soldiers who have a lot of distance to cover. They’re warm and free of leaks, even kept clear of scuffs from his dedicated efforts to keep them pristine. Kept safe underneath his tunic is a small platinum chain with a pendant resembling the mask of a fox and it his perhaps the only item in his possession that was not an ill-gotten gain. He wears it as a charm of Crebhan, wanting wealth and the borders of his nation to be restored, as well as taking heart in the old fable that even a god had been hunted like a fox at one point. Given his semi-frequent escapes from authority, he fancies himself much like the fox Crebhan once was, though not dead. Yet. Ralif is quiet, calm, and highly methodical, traits born of his life as a criminal, though he’s not exactly anti-social. In fact, there is a certain roguish charm to his speech and mannerisms. He’s quite hard to rattle, and even in the direst of situations he maintains his composure. It’s his cleverness and quick wit that has also allowed him to be so successful in his chosen profession, and those extend to his tongue-He’s always ready with a dry quip or sarcastic remark. As a whole, Ralif is a very practical and business-minded individual. Whatever benefits him is usually the course of action taken, though he’s not strictly self-serving. It can be quite useful to have someone indebted to him after all. With all his heart he’s got a hatred of the Jospian occupiers in his homeland, wishing that his people were free from the oppression of the wealthy county. He is no Robin Hood though, as he steals from the rich only to give to himself. Money is a vice, the prospect of gold and treasure is enough to convince him to do most anything should the price be right. He merely believes everyone should have the opportunity to succeed, he doesn’t care if they actually do or not. As a whole, he’s a quick and clever man who gets what he wants with a strange sort of practical altruism and a touch of arrogance to him. Ralif was born to Whyavianan peasants of little consequence, who were poor but did their best to provide him with a happy life in spite of their status. Originally he was a happy child, likely to grow up to be like his parents, until he had his first run in with a Jospian occupier. Accused of stealing and backhanded across the face, a strong hatred of authority soon grew within the boy. Figuring he’d best commit the crime he’d been punished for, he broke into a small store run by Jospian immigrants, taking any shiny things he found and fencing them off. An addiction soon grew, the thrill of stealing and the payoff of being able to afford to feed his family well worth any possible consequences. Were it not for the strange illness both his parents succumbed to in his early teens, he’d have remained a quiet thief all his life. As the years dragged on without human company though, he decided to take his skill set elsewhere, soon finding himself a place aboard the Blackguard. Should you need something, he always has a way to get ahold of it. For a price. || Single || other
Kerro || 17 || Male || Gay Unusually unblemished for his species, Kerro is an adorable creature in a cold sea of unforgiving monsters and terrible storms. Pale skin, free from the mars of mermaids and humans, scrawny build, and short height give him a youthful appearance of innocence and naivety so rare to the world, as does a soft face and large violet eyes. His expression tends to either be one of open-mouthed curiosity or little smiles here and there of careless happiness. His messy gray hair is a forest of tangles and filled with sea salt, only furthering the idea that he’s a kid whose lost his way and who doesn’t really know how to take care of himself. Were he or someone else to comb it and wash out the salt, it'd reach to about his chin and not be nearly so untamed. He doesn’t wear much, only owning a pair of too big brown pants held up by a piece of fraying rope. After all, it’s not like a Selkie has much access to human trade unless he’s part of it. Kerro, in keeping with his species, is quite shy and timid, displaying an incredible sense of nervousness around those he’s not familiar with, which is everyone. Reserved and easy to fright, he’s nonetheless a big softie who just wishes everyone could get along and be happy, free of judgement and anger. If someone’s mad at him his natural tendency is to run or shrink away, if others are he tries his best to fix it, though often his soft voice is lost in the bellows of fury. A natural sense of curiosity has led him into quite a few troublesome situations, though just because he looks fragile doesn’t necessarily mean he isn’t hardy. He’s able to take care of himself, finding food and either escaping or outwitting predators, be they ocean or land-borne, though if he were to ever get cornered it’d probably be the end, though he’d put up a fight rather than break down bawling. Unfortunately for him, both of those would likely be equally pitiful. Thanks to his heritage, Kerro knows just about everything there is about the sea around him, from currents to Selkie superstitions that may or may not have merit, if only he knew how to get around. A loner he’s become after being more or less excluded from his pack of fellow Selkies. He’s an unattractive mate even if he liked girls, being weak and tiny, and after multiple times getting lost and having to be hunted down, he was deemed way too much of a liability to be kept around. He doesn’t blame them one bit, knowing they were only looking out for themselves and were in fact right, but that doesn’t mean the poor kid hasn’t gotten a bit lonely, wandering from abandoned coast to abandoned coast, ducking away from mermaids and humans whenever they show up. Selkie || Single ||
Soren Baiso || 20 || Male || Straight? A young man of good height and muscled figure from a life of abundance and royal training, Soren is every bit the healthy and fit ideal of a youthful Cleorusian guard. Wavy auburn hair that is kept out of his eyes with a white headband matching the uniform of the Royal Guard, and it reaches just a touch past the nape of his neck. His brown eyes are rarely without a hint of mirth to them, and it’s more often than not that he’s seen with a bit of a smirk. He does, however, have a small scar on his lower lip, the result of a thief not taking all that kindly to being apprehended and a quick flick of a hidden blade left Soren with a lasting reminder to not be so kind, though he ignores that warning with all his heart. His attire consists mainly of the Royal Guard’s colors, on his hip is a sheath for the standard issue short sword, though his main specialty lies with a well-loved halberd he carries with him. As the only son of a noble family and a guard who excelled in most of his training, the relaxed demeanor and down-to-earth sense of Soren is a true paradox. He’s not strict nor harsh, in fact he’s really pretty lenient and isn’t above turning a blind-eye to certain harmless things, even if his station dictates otherwise. A strong sense of moral right and wrong dictates his decisions, though rules rarely factor into that. Rather jovial and cheery most of the time with an unfaltering sense of humor, he does his best to use his station to help out those beneath him which has garnered him a status that is akin to tolerated among most of the lower class. He’s shockingly humble given his birth status, believing himself to have just been born lucky as opposed to having been born better. As a whole, he tends to not get along with other nobles and rather prefers to patrol alone if given the choice, as it allows him more freedom and compassion in dealing with those who might otherwise not be given a second chance. Soren, perhaps a touch to his chagrin, was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. Should he have so chosen it, he would never have had to lift a finger. Every want and whim, no matter how tiny or how fleeting, would have been attended to by a small army of servants. However, such a life of posh and pamper was not exactly appealing to Soren, and instead he decided that he would do what he could to help those who did not have the options available to him, those he saw beaten down or suppressed on a near weekly basis. Though not the most direct approach, he figured a reform from within bore the most promise, and set out on his journey of becoming a Royal Guard. Supported for the sake of prestige by his parents, he did well in most everything, though not to the point he was recognized. Above average would be the best way to describe him. Eventually he landed a normal position, and thanks to his status is able to barter with his superiors for solo patrols. || A bit infatuated with Chrysanta, though he tries to hide it with varying degrees of success. || As a minor noble, Soren does have a bit of a public figure to maintain, so he’s somewhat restricted in his actions and feelings. At least when others are watching, so some things about him are kept a secret.
Aureth || Unknown || Male || Dragon Aureth is rather small and unimposing, only about the size of a human’s forearm, though the creature is still a dragon-with all the danger and wonder that brings. He resembles a flying chameleon of sorts, with shimmering turquoise scales and a gleaming white underbelly that does much to convey a sense of brilliant fantasy upon seeing his colorful appearance. Feathery antennae sprout from his head, matched by a pair of wings that more resemble a moth’s than a dragon, done in shades of purple, pink, and orange that seem like a toddler threw paint on a canvas as opposed to any sort of natural design. His eyes are a neon lavender color with rounded black pupils, finishing off a very bright and whimsical appearance. What Aureth is thinking, what Aureth is doing, and what Aureth wants are anyone’s guess. The dragon seems to operate only for his own amusement, though thankfully for most who encounter him he enjoys seeing other monsters, especially lumbering Leviathans, in varying states of anger and distress. He’s not wholly helpful, however, and trusting his advice is not without its risks. Though able to breath white-hot flames capable of melting steel, Aureth is not an especially violent creature lest something encroach upon his domain without his permission. He might set your hair on fire, but he’s unlikely to kill you. Though small in stature it is unwise to underestimate Aureth, he’s a devious little creature with an agenda all his own, and he’s unlikely to share his motives. The closest thing to safety with him is venerating Faolan as he does. In a time long before man sailed the seas, Aureth was borne of an egg that glittered with all the colors of the rainbow, scratched out of with sheer determination and tiny claws. A flower as beautiful as he was the first thing his lavender eyes saw, eight petals of eight different colors that he decided to make his treasure. After many a year of guarding the flower from would-be predators, a dragon hatches knowing full well how to take care of himself, he decided that it was time to go somewhere more hospitable to him and his beauty. Carefully excavating the plant, he took it and flew into the sky as high as he could, searching out a fertile island, which was an easy task in those olden days. It was soon that he’d established a nest with his most prized possession in the center, and it was from there that his hoard developed. Not a hoard of material wealth no, rather he searched out the most exotic and glorious flora he could, bringing it back to his domain to plant and care for. With the aid of Faolan, who the dragon reveres above all other gods, his island soon blossomed-no pun intended-into a secluded land that borders on one of the most beautiful natural wonders of the world. It is an island of tropical abundance and exotic wonder, where no plant perishes or is seeded without the knowledge of an overly diligent caretaker. Few men have set foot upon the island and returned to tell the tale, and none in recent times. It is believed that the oceans around his home have Leviathans lurking in the deeps, so no sailor is foolish enough to venture into such territory. || Dragon ||
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Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2016 11:17:45 GMT -5
for a second I thought that huge chunk of text was all one character and I'll admit that I was a little spooked
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Post by Happy on Sept 21, 2016 11:47:05 GMT -5
Nope, just an editing error apparently. XD)
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Post by ✦ ┇ W ι ɳ on Sept 21, 2016 13:04:55 GMT -5
Haha same I was a bit shook) I'll tell her Sappho! If there is anything you want me to say to her for you I will! Wish you could come ;_;
Also I feel like I need to wait to reply until Bea does o.o I need to finish Heath but that probably won't happen until I finish my exams like next week oops
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Post by ✦ ┇ W ι ɳ on Sept 21, 2016 13:06:17 GMT -5
Lol happy Ralif reminds me of a nicer version of Kain!
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Post by Happy on Sept 21, 2016 13:07:58 GMT -5
Hello! Finally fixed that stupid thing I think. And yeah, I was reading through the character forms after I made him and I realized they are kinda similar, hope you don't mind too terribly. XD
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Post by ✦ ┇ W ι ɳ on Sept 21, 2016 13:11:12 GMT -5
I don't mind, as long as they end up different in rp!
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Post by Happy on Sept 21, 2016 13:12:40 GMT -5
I think they will, don't worry. ^_^ Ralif's got a similar background, but I think they'll have quite a few differences.
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Post by ✦ ┇ W ι ɳ on Sept 21, 2016 13:17:27 GMT -5
Okay! ^^ Kain is cold and calculating, but he's going to end up caring for these people whether he likes it or not haha
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Post by Happy on Sept 21, 2016 13:21:13 GMT -5
Sounds good to me! Ralif's intelligent but more warm and sociable, though he's definitely got an ego problem even if it's subtle, so I think they'll be unique from each other.
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