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Hello! Yknow all know by now, but just a reminder, please, please, please don't post here if you are not either of the people in the title! |
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Hey there! Will work on character sheet and pop it in here soon :) |
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Name: Sage Acker Gender: Male Pronouns:He/Him Sexuality: Gay Age: 20 D.O.B: March 15th Appearance: Messy black hair that falls over his eyes & down past his shoulder blades (he uses it to kinda hide behind & often has it up in a bun revealing the undercut beneath the long hair), golden amber eyes, Somewhat short (5'2''), olive skin, lots of scars but the most obvious one is across his right cheek, slim and light build (but powereful; he has the body type of peak athletic performace despite being smaller), 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, he normally wears some form of black jeans and a tshirt (with a hoodie if it's cooler temperatures) rather than a lab coat like most of the other scientists Scars: He has plenty of them. One on his right cheek, one across his chest, an abundance of scars on his back and legs from his father's belt, and other smaller ones scattered across his body Piercings - He has lots of pericings. A small silver lip ring on the center of his lower lip, black and silver chain/arrow looking things on his right ear, and plenty of other small silver earrings to fill in the rest of the holes if he feels like it Jewelry: The only jewelry besides his piercings he wears is his dog tags from his time in the marines Tattoos: He has plenty of these too. Dragon wings on his shoulder blades, a skull made of smoke on his right forearm, and a viking rune behind his left ear (it stands for courage in battle). He also has two solid bands around his right bicep area (a tradition of his ancestors, one for his younger sister who's now dead and another for his best friend in the army, who died in combat in the same battle he was injured in). Other: He has a prosthetic arm/hand (his left), a result of a land mine his truck hit while he was in the army. It took his arm off halfway down his forearm. The prostetic was made to look real, and functions like a normal hand, so not many people notice the difference, especially when he wears long sleeves (which is most of the time, he keeps it well hidden) Personality: Hot-headed (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 and stepmother, who he doesn't get along with & the war he was a part of) from his past which affects him greatly in a very negative way. He often comes across as rude/cold/crude (he does have a nasty tongue on him lol), but in reality he's just afraid of getting hurt again by people who were supposed to be there to support him. Once you've earned his loyalty though, there's nothing he won't do for you. He is extremely loyal, to a fault, and has continued bad relationships in the past for too long because of it. Likes: Art (painting/drawing), music/singing, nature, anything physical (helps get his mind off of the war and of his past), science (because of the military he never was able to go to college, but since this is a shady business and he does a lot of research they hired him) Dislikes: Loud noises (Because PTSD), crowds, people who think they're better than everyone else Relationship Status: Single Crush: None at the moment Exes: Amy Harper: He dated Amy for a while in high school, and stayed with her even though she treated him terribly becasue he felt like he had to stay. He only escaped her when he went into the marines and she soon enough found some other victim once he was out of the picture. Familial Relations/Family tree: Bruce Acker: His father, alive Victoria Acker: Stepmother, Alive Emma Acker: Mother, Deceased Elizabeth (Liz) Acker: Younger sister, Deceased Backstory: Sage grew up in a happy, very wealthy household. It stayed this way until he was around nine, when his mother died. His father grieved after that, becoming angrier and angrier no matter what Sage did. That made his life bad enough for years. Then his father married Victoria. She moved in, and took a liking to Sage right away (and not in a good way). This made life even worse, and no matter what sage did he couldn't escape. he tried everything, and even now has a smoke in his hand pretty often, a habit he never could get rid of. He started drinking too, soemthing that followed him up through his life. The moment he turned of age, he joined the marines, and spent two years fighting in the Middle East. One day, during a battle, he was wounded by a land mine and lost his arm as well as his only friend at the time. He was sent home then, and he pretends to still act like he was back when life was ok....just some rich kid. No one knew him well enough to notice how much he'd changed in the past few years. Hopefully, the new lab he found a job at provided a space where he could be safe and wouldn't remind him of the war. It was certainly a nice and quiet space where he could put his mind to good use. *Theme Song(s): Train Wreck by James Arthur Labour (idk who made it lol) Other: He makes sure he is always armed, a habit of being in a war. He had his conceal to carry, as well as a knife he's had for years on him at all times. He also has picked up the bad habit of chewing on his lips and nails when nervous, to the point of bleeding (he got the lip ring so he could play with that rather than tear his lips up but it only works so well). He does his best to hide that he's changed, and no one really notices anything's wrong (at least, not yet). |
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╔════ ≪ °❈° ≫ ════╗ Remy Hollis ╚════ ≪ °❈° ≫ ════╝ . Nicknames : Rem Nicknames ( Given ) : Lemme know if you have any! . Age : 22 Gender : Male Sexuality : Gay Birth Date : July 23rd Species : Northern Atlantic Merman . ≪ Apperance ≫ . . Skin : Pale, very sensitive to too much sun exposure Build : Lean, yet defined muscle Tail : (Much longer tail than the reference, probably 3 times his torso length) Hair : Silky black, shoulder length, normally tied back with scraped fishing line or scraped fishing net Eyes : Chocolatey brown with flecs of teal Tattoos : None Scars : Multiple large laceration marks from when he was captured in the fishing net Birthmarks : None Piercings : None Jewelry : Two bands of pearls around his waist . ≪ Personality ≫ . Quiet ❈ Introverted ❈ Curious ❈ Anxious ❈ Skittish ❈ Shy ❈ Takes a long time to earn his trust ❈ Lonely ❈ Energetic, but hides it ❈ Observant ❈ Caring ❈ Emotional ❈ Patient ❈ Understanding ❈ Trustworthy ❈ Honest . ≪ Relations ≫ . Crush : None Significant Other : None Exes : None . Familial Relations . As far as he's concerned, they're all dead. He doesn't stay in one place, he constantly moves around. Always alone. . Other Relations . Only a few acquaintances he met while traveling. . Finished! |
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Sage was at his desk early that morning, attempting to figure out how the heck he was supposed to be caring for the creature they were sending his way. He knew they were sending something over ...something that needed a tank that took up a pretty good chunk of his space....but he didn't really know any specifics. It was too dangerous to say things outright over the phone. But it was something big. Something aquatic. Sea water, hed figured out, and he'd managed to put sand and some plants and such on the bottom. Some fish. He wasn't sure it would be what the creature was used to, but hey ...he did want to comfortable. A happy subject was a lot easier to deal with, and he had enough shit going on in his life already, so dealing with a crappy subject really wasn't on his bucket list. He was still puzzling over it all, trying to figure out what they'd sent him, when the men arrived. He wasn't sure how they'd gotten the box with the creature inside it down the stairs, since his lab space was pretty much just the basement. His rich stepmother owned the place, and she kept him around because she liked the look of him. His warmth too, apparently, since she'd always made moves towards him and it was sort of creepy, so he did his best to stay away. Either way, he pretty much never left the basement. There was a room branching off of it he stayed in ...there was a mattress on the floor. A bathroom. A small kitchen. The likes. It wasn't much, but it was home for now. "Put it in the tank," he noted to the men, sort of waving them aside. He was busy. And they were stupid. And he wanted them out of his space ....crowds never did settle well with him. People made him uneasy... probably because he knew what they could be capable of. What man really was at heart. He did his best to ignore the men while they were there, relaxing once they'd gone and glancing over at whatever it was they'd brought him. It was a fine specimen really....male, with a rather interesting pattern on its tail. It did intrigue him, more than he'd almost like to admit. It looked fairly healthy too ... hopefully he could keep it that way. He watched the merman for a moment or so before moving to write down his first log of the experiment. Just noting things he saw about the creature. |
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Remy had been sedated. He'd thrashed around too much during transport to the point where the humans had to sedate him to handle him safely. When the men dumped him into the tank, Remy sank to the bottom, still unconscious. He remained it that state for quite some time before waking slowly. His eyes blinked open. He wasn't in the truck anymore... he was in a much larger tank now, with various fish and aquatic plants, though it wasn't familiar. Remy exhaled, letting out all the air from his lungs, and activating his gills. The handlers hadn't kept his gills wet enough for him to breathe, so Remy had to breathe the air, and oh did it feel awful. The air was so dirty and polluted. The air he'd exhaled bubbled up to the surface as he looked around. Remy quickly realized there were walls on every side of him. He began to panic. No... no, no, no! He couldn't be captured! He flicked his tail, sending him propelling through the water as he swam around the perimeter of the tank, searching for an exit, which he didn't find. He extended his webbed fingers to the wall, touching the steel lining of the tank. There was no way out. Remy searched every inch of the tank, finding nothing. Before long he'd begun crying and panicking. He thrashed his powerful tail against the walls of the tank, trying to get out, but his tail didn't even make a dent. So Remy continued his search for an exit until he'd triple checked every inch of his space. Eventually, he knew he was never getting out of here again. He stopped swimming, letting himself sink to the bottom and just curled up in his tail, hiding from god knows who, or what was watching him. He began crying, his tears disolving right into the water, but his body shook as he sobbed. |
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Sage knew the sedation would take some time to wear off, and he expected the creature to react when it woke up, the sudden switch did cause him to jump a little bit in his seat. He did note the bubbles that floated up....it had come in a box, and there was bubbles, which meant it could breathe air and water. It was interesting, and probably useful though he didn't expect to take it out of the tank. He did marvel at the powerful tail though, and the webbed fingers that explored every inch of the tank. He set his own down, moving to finger the fake forearm and hand he now bore, letting out a soft sigh. He envied the creature...it seemed whole. Perfect. And he very much was not. He flicked open a lighter, lighting the smoke he had and taking a few long drawls on it to calm down a bit. He knew it wasn't very healthy, but at this point who the fuck even cared? He certainly didn't. He watched the creature for a while, eventually sighing and moving to get up, settling on a small platform at the top of the tank and rooting through some buckets, occasionally tossing some things into the water. He needed to know what he'd eat. He'd be hungry after the sedation ...and he'd need to be fed. Kept healthy. That was sort of important. |
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Remy recoiled from the scent of the cigarette that had been lit. He could smell anything, a mile away. Then he heard the footsteps of a human above on the platform. He glanced up from his little bundle in his tail, seeing the splash on the surface and then the scent of dead prey filled the tank. He was really hungry... Slowly, Remy drifted warily over to the dead fish. He'd eat anything cause he'd traveled around the world by ocean so his diet had expanded. Most stayed in one place, so their diets weren't as rounded. Remy snatched the fish, eating it quickly before dropping the bones on the floor of the tank. Remy glanced up, watching the next splash as another fish dropped into the water. He swam up to that one, eating it quickly and dropping the bones, letting them sink to the bottom. Remy continued swimming up, eventually slowly surfacing. Only his eyes peeked above the surface, watching the human from a distance. It looked like a man, but he could tell from his scent that blood no longer flowed to one of his arms... it must be a fake or something... |
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Sage felt a smile cross his face when the merman slowly rose from the bottom of the tank. It was a small one, but it was there nonetheless. It almost caught him off guard, as most of the time he was scowling at papers or zoning out as his mind went to rather dark places despite him trying not to let it. He cocked his head in thought when the merman poked his head above the water, studying him just as intently as it was studying him. "You are a magnificent creature, aren't you," he hummed, taking another drawl on the cigarette and then tossing another fish in his direction. "Where on earth did they find you," he wondered aloud, watching it grab hold of the fish and eat it. So it was a carnivore....but did it eat other things too? He thought for a second before getting up and moving around the platform, gathering other things from various buckets. Crabs, shrimp, and various sea plants were all in the mix. He just dropped things in a few at a time, seeing what all the creature would eat. Then, he settled back down, letting his feet dangle over the edge of the platform and over the water. He knew it would be easy for the merman to grab him and drag him under the water, but it didn't take much for him to move if need be, and it didn't seem like the creature was willing to get near him quite yet, even to attempt to drown him. If it had song, it likely wouldn't try it, since it was normally only worked against the opposite gender. It was a risk he knew, since he did like guys, but the merman wouldn't know that. And honestly? If he did get killed this was better than the war or something, so it wasn't much of a concern. He just didn't care enough. |
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Remy took the fish, eating it, listening to the man, staying a good distance from the man. He didnt go after the crabs or shrimp. He just took the fish. Might as well throw the man off. He left the rest for the other fish in the tank. The merman stared at the human, observing and watching, just as the other man was. Remy rose, lifting himself out of the water to his shoulders, draining his gills and shifting to his lungs. "Long Island sound," he replied softly to his question before sinking back into the water, exhaling, letting out all the air in his lungs and switching to his gills. He sunk below the surface completely, diving down. His tail flicked the water powerfully, sending a wall of water towards the man, soaking him and his notes. Remy dove down, going back down to the bottom and collecting the crabs and shrimp, putting them in a pile for the other fish. He collected the dead fish, eating those. |
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Afternoon Storms, then Clearing
