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Name: Sage Gender: Male Age: 17 years Appearance: Messy black hair that falls over his eyes (he uses it to kinda hide behind), golden amber eyes, Very tall (5'10'') in human form, very tan skin since he lives outside, lots of scars but the most obvious is one down his left cheek, Very slim and light (About 160 pounds since food is a bit scarce), Although he's slim he's still muscular (more refined than bulky), gives off an air of power and/or menace, has a low voice that is quiet and scratchy but great for singing since he's still a siren, tail is long and slim with fine fins, scales are a deep black with lighter sandy-golden color for camoflauge, has fangs and claws when he choses, his eyes can change to have thinner pupils when angry Personality: Very mistrusting because of his backstory, would generally rather be alone than with other merpeople, he comes across as cold/rude/uncaring, he's very blunt and a bit crude, he's very stubborn and an extremely good fighter, when fighting he just jumps in without thinking, very hot-headed with a bad temper, tries not to get too attached to anyone, but once he forms a relationship he is very loyal and protective, he has no qualms about killing anyone/anything Weaknesses: Hot-headedness (he often gets hurt or in trouble because of it), he's very untrusting so he doesn't like to accept help, he gets flashbacks (mostly from his father, who he doesn't get along with) from his past which affects him greatly in a very negative way Strengths: Hunting, fighting, very skilled in sneaking around, knows the ocean territory well so he's great at hiding, very quick and agile, very strong Other: He is a deep water merperson, so he's very sensitive to both light and heat, but can handle cold quite well. He can see well in murky water and the dark. He normally stays well under the water and away from boats, nets, etc. His tail changes to legs once dried out, though he's never tried it out or wanted to leave the depths where he's comfortable. |
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Name: Oliver Winston Gender: Female Age: 16 years Appearance: Long brown wavy hair that falls down to her lower back, most people would call it light brown as it is sun-kissed from the sun, it is mostly left down so she is able to hide behind it at times. Her eyes are a bright green color, like fresh grass and sparkle like emeralds in direct sunlight. She is very short for most ladys her age, standing at round 5'3, she was a hourglass build from having wide shoulders and hips. Her skin is very fair skin with freckles that lightly paint her face. Personality: At first glance she can be seen as the typical spoiled rich girl, as she comes from a wealthy family and basically is given anything she wants or desires, which is sorta true as she gets slightly frustrated whenever something won't come as easily with a snap of her fingers. Underneath that though she not exactly the happiest person as she was kind of brainwashed by her father and mother to think money = happiness so she always strived to get money. Which sent her on a down spiral of being snoby and cruel all the time even to people she cares about deeply but it's all just a wall that can be broken down as she is actually kind, caring, and sweet towards people that are able to look past her firey anger that she can never seem to die down. Weaknesses: Stuborness, short temper (can blow up in anger to things that are really important to her), fighting as she is not very strong, and her never ending drive for money (aka happiness) Strengths: Manipulative, talking her out into or out of things, book smart, quick on her feet, and knows how to treat a good deal of injuries as she's treated shifters she has captured so she could sell them off. Other: She had hidden powers that no one but herself knows about, even if she doesn't wuite understand how she had them or how they work. She still uses them to her advantage, as she can tell when someone is lying to her and something people would call clairvoyance (the claimed psychic ability to gain information about an object, person, location, or physical event through extrasensory perception.) Although she cannot get the full information on someone as things only come to her as bits of information. Ususally her eyes color dies down to a light grey as her powers are in use and if she speaks her voice sounds very light and almost sounds as if she is standing at a distance even if she is up close. |
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Sorry it took so long! Does it look good? Anything you want me to change or add? |
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It's all good! Would you like to start or do you want me to? I don't care much either way haha |
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Sage was just swimming quietly through the kelp beds near the cave he normally lived in. He had needed some space away from the village, and the kelp forests were somewhere he could actually hear himself think. There weren't many mermen normally in the village...they were only kept as a king, prince, or as guards. He himself was just a guard, not related to rpyalty at all. He'd just been one of the lucky (or not so lucky, depending on how he looked at it) few who'd gotten to stay with his mother's clan. But it was still busy, and he liked to be down here, where it was nice and cool and quiet. The water levels had been lowering though, and as he drifted along silently, he glanced upwards, where he could see the sun peeking through the water. He hoped it didn't go down too much more...he really enjoyed this place, and didn't want it ruined by the sun or heat that came from it. |
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Trevor (Oliver's Father) was headed out the door from their mansion near the waterside about halfway through the afternoon, which Oliver found odd as her father never left randomly in the afternoon without telling her. She stopped on the stairs and waited to the last second to call him out "Father. Where are you headed off too?" She asked with a sort of cold almost demanding tone, which Trevor froze letting out a deep sigh before turning on his heel and glancing up at the girl "Headed off to do some bussniess with the fishermen at the harbor. I will be back shortly" Trevor answered with a slight huff before beginning to head back out the door *Liar...* Oliver seethed in her head, she proceeded down the stairs slightly and meet the gaze of her father when suddenly she froze and a vision of a boat out on the deepwater came to her. Her father along with a few fishermen were on there, dealing with something in the water that she couldn't quite make out. "Whatever you say..." Oliver said while snapping out of her daze and swishing him off with her hand which Trevor let out another deep sigh as he finally headed out the door, into a car with a chauffer, who drove him easily down to the docks. Once there Trevor greeted a few men before heading out onto the docks and loading up on a boat with a great deal of harpoons and nets. As soon as everything was on they set out for deep waters, which weren't so deep as the sea level had been dropping recently. |
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Sage ignored the girl's comments...he knew she was just trying to act like she wasn't afraid. That she knew what she was doing. But she didn't ...he'd seen the look in her eyes, and the way she'd leaned away from him when he'd come closer. Well, she'd started the... communication between them....so now she'd have to deal with it. But now she saw him as more than just a plaything. He was an apex predator...silent, quick, and deadly....more deadly even than a shark. And she now knew it. One wrong move, and she'd be nothing more than fish food. Money didn't matter in life or death situations like that. He wasn't someone she could bribe, and he was well aware of how manipulative she, and the other kinds of her species, could be. She wouldn't convince him of anything he didn't want to be convinced of. He watched her walk away, another smile growing slightly on his face. His goals were a long way away, but he was moving towards them. If he used a little bit of siren magic, this girl would be nothing more than a tool to him. Well, she was anyway, but a little bit of magic would muddle her brain. She'd truly think no more than a tool. He chuckled to himself and curled up in the corner to sleep. The concrete was not comfortable in the slightest, and he didn't sleep very well because....well, that was obvious. But he was exhausted, so even a few hours of sleep felt good. |
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Warming, with Sleet and Heavy Icing
