Patriarch
Established
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: A few hundred years or so.
Appearance: Patriarch is a sea elf, the last of his kind, or he was in the old world. While he looks youthful he carries an ancient soul that has known countless tragedies. Where in some this might have bred cynicism in Patriarch it bred compassion and kindness. After losing so much he decided to dedicate himself to helping others as much as he could. This eventually led to him becoming an Egg Bearer or in his case more of an Egg Protector. Dedicating himself to protecting and guiding the youth of the younger races of Fishfolk, steering them away from the path that led to the doom of his race.
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Skills and Abilities: Sea elves are exceptionally long-lived, possessed the innate magical talent to manipulate water, could breathe on land or sea, and were quite harder as they can survive at the depths of the ocean.
In the new world, Patriarch has found that his ability to manipulate water drastically reduced and he can no longer perform auguries or scry. A learned specialty from when he used to be an advisor to the king of the sea elves. But he remains hale and hearty as ever or so he thinks, he does sense some change within himself. Like the water in the vast sea of years he had before him was dwindling to more of a puddle.
Registered: Jun 21, 2021 19:39:16 GMT -5
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Post by Patriarch on Jul 24, 2021 5:59:11 GMT -5
Ah, so she had been trying to take care of him. What a sweet child, Patriarch beams at her with this revelation and as she slowly pieces together that they could now communicate.
"It is magic, what I painted on your face is letting us talk. So be careful with it."
The sea elf informs her, his voice still soft and gentle.
"And I am not cold. I live in the water you see and it is a lot colder beneath the waves. I actually find the surface to be a bit warm."
While it wasn't immediately apparent if Vixie got closer she would see his skin wasn't smooth, it was actually made up of small scales that helped to insulate him beneath the waves.
"Do you know how you came to be in this box?"
Deciding to start small he didn't want to rush into talking about her family and risk upsetting the child.
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Vulx in a box!
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 11
Appearance: It begins at a point, a corner of fluffy dark brown fur with small tufts of fur standing out from the tip of each fox ear. Continuing down, the two fleecy ears meet against a furry mop of near-black hair. The hair waves back and forth down her head, and barely brushed around her soft round skull. Within the smooth carvings of her face are two white pools, with each a circular grassy island at the center. The green is shimmering like emeralds, and her pupils dark as olives. Her nose comes to a sharp small point, and each of her cheeks has a slight blush. The jawline of her face meets at a rounded point, where it arches inward to her thin neck, barely visible behind the long dark brown hair. The majority of the hair is pushed back behind her bare shoulders.
A black cloth mantle wraps around her upper chest, meeting at a blood-red cut jewel inset a frame of gold. Below the mantle of the dress is a simple white silk, making the sleeves and abdomen of the attire. The white cloth layers over a scarlet red bottom portion of the ensemble and frills outwards. The red silk falls down to her knees, bordered by more black cloth.
Peaking underneath the white silks and above the red cloth, and dark brown fluffy fox tail extends from her small body. Her legs are bare, no shoes or silks covering them below her knees.
Registered: Apr 29, 2021 17:32:27 GMT -5
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Post by ??? ??? on Jul 25, 2021 19:26:31 GMT -5
The vulx tilted her head to the side, "This magic is very strange.... and the air isn't cold for you?"
The vulx listened, partly trying to imagine what was described to her. The idea of living underwater was simply so foreign to her. She nodded to his explanation, "Warm is nice."
The young girl grabbed a loose fluffy shirt and put it on over her dress, before crawling up close to the merfolk. She ended up curling on his lap. She was quiet for a moment before she answered him. "I was curious. It was a game. There were some big waves that tossed the box into the water."
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Patriarch
Established
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: A few hundred years or so.
Appearance: Patriarch is a sea elf, the last of his kind, or he was in the old world. While he looks youthful he carries an ancient soul that has known countless tragedies. Where in some this might have bred cynicism in Patriarch it bred compassion and kindness. After losing so much he decided to dedicate himself to helping others as much as he could. This eventually led to him becoming an Egg Bearer or in his case more of an Egg Protector. Dedicating himself to protecting and guiding the youth of the younger races of Fishfolk, steering them away from the path that led to the doom of his race.
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Skills and Abilities: Sea elves are exceptionally long-lived, possessed the innate magical talent to manipulate water, could breathe on land or sea, and were quite harder as they can survive at the depths of the ocean.
In the new world, Patriarch has found that his ability to manipulate water drastically reduced and he can no longer perform auguries or scry. A learned specialty from when he used to be an advisor to the king of the sea elves. But he remains hale and hearty as ever or so he thinks, he does sense some change within himself. Like the water in the vast sea of years he had before him was dwindling to more of a puddle.
Registered: Jun 21, 2021 19:39:16 GMT -5
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Post by Patriarch on Jul 25, 2021 20:30:23 GMT -5
Letting the little one crawl back into his lap he pats her head gently. That information didn't provide much in the way of insight into what happened but he was a patient creature. He wanted to coax the story from her at her own pace so his next question was still small.
"What was the game?"
Games typically involved players, rules, or some other baseline that might make things clearer.
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Established
Vulx in a box!
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 11
Appearance: It begins at a point, a corner of fluffy dark brown fur with small tufts of fur standing out from the tip of each fox ear. Continuing down, the two fleecy ears meet against a furry mop of near-black hair. The hair waves back and forth down her head, and barely brushed around her soft round skull. Within the smooth carvings of her face are two white pools, with each a circular grassy island at the center. The green is shimmering like emeralds, and her pupils dark as olives. Her nose comes to a sharp small point, and each of her cheeks has a slight blush. The jawline of her face meets at a rounded point, where it arches inward to her thin neck, barely visible behind the long dark brown hair. The majority of the hair is pushed back behind her bare shoulders.
A black cloth mantle wraps around her upper chest, meeting at a blood-red cut jewel inset a frame of gold. Below the mantle of the dress is a simple white silk, making the sleeves and abdomen of the attire. The white cloth layers over a scarlet red bottom portion of the ensemble and frills outwards. The red silk falls down to her knees, bordered by more black cloth.
Peaking underneath the white silks and above the red cloth, and dark brown fluffy fox tail extends from her small body. Her legs are bare, no shoes or silks covering them below her knees.
Registered: Apr 29, 2021 17:32:27 GMT -5
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Post by ??? ??? on Aug 5, 2021 19:18:30 GMT -5
"Outfits! I tried on new outfits seeing which one I liked the most," The vulx squeaked. Her tail dancing from side to side. She grabbed a shirt and placed on the merfolk's lap. "Try it and imagine wearing it everywhere."
She watched curiously, her ears twitching at the excitement. The vulx seemed rather intent on seeing what Patriarch would do. Her vivid green eyes shimmered at what the merfolk would imagine, if he played with her. The vulx couldn't help as her curiosity drove her to lean forwards, resting on her palms.
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Patriarch
Established
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: A few hundred years or so.
Appearance: Patriarch is a sea elf, the last of his kind, or he was in the old world. While he looks youthful he carries an ancient soul that has known countless tragedies. Where in some this might have bred cynicism in Patriarch it bred compassion and kindness. After losing so much he decided to dedicate himself to helping others as much as he could. This eventually led to him becoming an Egg Bearer or in his case more of an Egg Protector. Dedicating himself to protecting and guiding the youth of the younger races of Fishfolk, steering them away from the path that led to the doom of his race.
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Skills and Abilities: Sea elves are exceptionally long-lived, possessed the innate magical talent to manipulate water, could breathe on land or sea, and were quite harder as they can survive at the depths of the ocean.
In the new world, Patriarch has found that his ability to manipulate water drastically reduced and he can no longer perform auguries or scry. A learned specialty from when he used to be an advisor to the king of the sea elves. But he remains hale and hearty as ever or so he thinks, he does sense some change within himself. Like the water in the vast sea of years he had before him was dwindling to more of a puddle.
Registered: Jun 21, 2021 19:39:16 GMT -5
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Post by Patriarch on Aug 6, 2021 16:04:12 GMT -5
Patriarch accepts the shirt and exams it. This one, at the very least, had buttons on it so he could actually get it on without it being snagged on his horn. Once he has it buttoned up he looks down and imagines wearing it about as the young girl request.
"I imagine, it would get quite wet and heavy."
The clothing he was wearing was made of fibre his people made from the plants on the seabed. It didn't hold water despite looking quite similar to the cloth land-dwellers used.
"As I spend quite a lot of time beneath the water. Now, are you hungry child?"
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Established
Vulx in a box!
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 11
Appearance: It begins at a point, a corner of fluffy dark brown fur with small tufts of fur standing out from the tip of each fox ear. Continuing down, the two fleecy ears meet against a furry mop of near-black hair. The hair waves back and forth down her head, and barely brushed around her soft round skull. Within the smooth carvings of her face are two white pools, with each a circular grassy island at the center. The green is shimmering like emeralds, and her pupils dark as olives. Her nose comes to a sharp small point, and each of her cheeks has a slight blush. The jawline of her face meets at a rounded point, where it arches inward to her thin neck, barely visible behind the long dark brown hair. The majority of the hair is pushed back behind her bare shoulders.
A black cloth mantle wraps around her upper chest, meeting at a blood-red cut jewel inset a frame of gold. Below the mantle of the dress is a simple white silk, making the sleeves and abdomen of the attire. The white cloth layers over a scarlet red bottom portion of the ensemble and frills outwards. The red silk falls down to her knees, bordered by more black cloth.
Peaking underneath the white silks and above the red cloth, and dark brown fluffy fox tail extends from her small body. Her legs are bare, no shoes or silks covering them below her knees.
Registered: Apr 29, 2021 17:32:27 GMT -5
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Post by ??? ??? on Aug 12, 2021 16:21:12 GMT -5
The vulx nodded affirmatively. Her curiosity peaked as he wore the shirt she gave him. "You could've been a trader! A handsome one at that!"
She watched him for a bit, her ears standing tall as a sign of her peaked focus. The vulx nodded her head, when he asked if she was hungry. As if to exaggerate her hunger, the child's stomach growled, making a soft aching sound.
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Patriarch
Established
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: A few hundred years or so.
Appearance: Patriarch is a sea elf, the last of his kind, or he was in the old world. While he looks youthful he carries an ancient soul that has known countless tragedies. Where in some this might have bred cynicism in Patriarch it bred compassion and kindness. After losing so much he decided to dedicate himself to helping others as much as he could. This eventually led to him becoming an Egg Bearer or in his case more of an Egg Protector. Dedicating himself to protecting and guiding the youth of the younger races of Fishfolk, steering them away from the path that led to the doom of his race.
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Skills and Abilities: Sea elves are exceptionally long-lived, possessed the innate magical talent to manipulate water, could breathe on land or sea, and were quite harder as they can survive at the depths of the ocean.
In the new world, Patriarch has found that his ability to manipulate water drastically reduced and he can no longer perform auguries or scry. A learned specialty from when he used to be an advisor to the king of the sea elves. But he remains hale and hearty as ever or so he thinks, he does sense some change within himself. Like the water in the vast sea of years he had before him was dwindling to more of a puddle.
Registered: Jun 21, 2021 19:39:16 GMT -5
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Post by Patriarch on Aug 12, 2021 19:44:17 GMT -5
"Why thank you young one. I think I would have liked that more than what I was in my youth."
Patriarch says with a soft, sad, smile at the little girl as he rises smoothly to his feet. He steps over the lip of the box turns and offers her his hand.
"Come, let us see if we can find you some food and more water. I am sure some of the amphibious sea folk will have both available for us to partake in and you can tell me more of how you came to be in this box and the games you enjoy playing."
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Established
Vulx in a box!
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 11
Appearance: It begins at a point, a corner of fluffy dark brown fur with small tufts of fur standing out from the tip of each fox ear. Continuing down, the two fleecy ears meet against a furry mop of near-black hair. The hair waves back and forth down her head, and barely brushed around her soft round skull. Within the smooth carvings of her face are two white pools, with each a circular grassy island at the center. The green is shimmering like emeralds, and her pupils dark as olives. Her nose comes to a sharp small point, and each of her cheeks has a slight blush. The jawline of her face meets at a rounded point, where it arches inward to her thin neck, barely visible behind the long dark brown hair. The majority of the hair is pushed back behind her bare shoulders.
A black cloth mantle wraps around her upper chest, meeting at a blood-red cut jewel inset a frame of gold. Below the mantle of the dress is a simple white silk, making the sleeves and abdomen of the attire. The white cloth layers over a scarlet red bottom portion of the ensemble and frills outwards. The red silk falls down to her knees, bordered by more black cloth.
Peaking underneath the white silks and above the red cloth, and dark brown fluffy fox tail extends from her small body. Her legs are bare, no shoes or silks covering them below her knees.
Registered: Apr 29, 2021 17:32:27 GMT -5
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Post by ??? ??? on Nov 20, 2021 22:55:26 GMT -5
The vulx child yipped excitedly, "Please!"
Her tail wagged back and forth, swaying its bushy presence side to side. She leaned closer, yipping once more, "Where? Where? Where we go?"
The vulx sat as patiently as she could, with her fluffy tail bouncing side to side.
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Patriarch
Established
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: A few hundred years or so.
Appearance: Patriarch is a sea elf, the last of his kind, or he was in the old world. While he looks youthful he carries an ancient soul that has known countless tragedies. Where in some this might have bred cynicism in Patriarch it bred compassion and kindness. After losing so much he decided to dedicate himself to helping others as much as he could. This eventually led to him becoming an Egg Bearer or in his case more of an Egg Protector. Dedicating himself to protecting and guiding the youth of the younger races of Fishfolk, steering them away from the path that led to the doom of his race.
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Skills and Abilities: Sea elves are exceptionally long-lived, possessed the innate magical talent to manipulate water, could breathe on land or sea, and were quite harder as they can survive at the depths of the ocean.
In the new world, Patriarch has found that his ability to manipulate water drastically reduced and he can no longer perform auguries or scry. A learned specialty from when he used to be an advisor to the king of the sea elves. But he remains hale and hearty as ever or so he thinks, he does sense some change within himself. Like the water in the vast sea of years he had before him was dwindling to more of a puddle.
Registered: Jun 21, 2021 19:39:16 GMT -5
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Post by Patriarch on Nov 21, 2021 19:09:26 GMT -5
Since she ignored his hand he reached down and picked her up, helping her get out of the box before he settled her down in the shallow water.
"Come, we go into town."
He gestured toward the buildings that were partially submerged in the water, taking her hand and leading her to find more food and water. It did not take long and soon the little Vulx was given a full skin of fresh water and as much of the dried fish jerky as she could eat. They did not have much else on hand that she could eat but it should be enough for the moment.
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Molenya Tideborn
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Appearance: On the surface, Mols seems to be a relatively unassuming mermaid, with a friendly face, kind eyes, and a pretty face. She has slightly narrow green eyes under a pair of thick eyebrows, usually filled with a relaxed amusement, and between them sits a small nose. Though her smile is usually genuine and filled with a row of pearly whites, it can be a little crooked at times, but it has never bothered her before. Her wavy brown hair sinks down past her shoulder blades and isn’t usually kept in any particular style, instead just thrown to one side when she climbs from the water.
The top half of her body is that of a sli, human woman, of course, without any sort of obvious markings other than a mole on her right breast, and two long, jagged scars just below the gills that sit around the bottom of her ribs. The fish half of her body starts around her groin and is about three times as long as her torso. From a glance, it appears to be shark-like, with a large dorsal fin jutting at the base of her spine, followed by another, slightly smaller fin further down with a pair of matching pelvic fins, just before her massive caudal fin. Though her front is a soft, blue-ish white, her back is a much darker hue and decorated by patterns of white spots, all down her sides and back, and all segmented by thin white lines.
When in the dark, however, Molenya’s bioluminescence becomes apparent. All across her body, light blues, greens, and pinks decorate her form in all sorts of hand-painted patterns. These tattoos had been collected over several years, and come in the form of runes, lines, swirls, and even the depiction of swimming fish down her sides. They even cover her face, with her lips and eyelids tattooed to be a brilliant light blue. The rest of her facial tattoos seem to be a mixture of make-up like patterns, and swirls that decorate her cheeks and forehead. Most of these tattoos, to Mol’s pride, are done herself.
Even her hair seems to change in low light, with several neon blue highlights forming amongst the brown.
Equipment: Molenya, or more accurately her whaleman friend Barry, carries a large satchel filled with equipment. As an apothecary, the mermaid carries a mortar and pestle, several smaller tools for cutting and manipulating her ingredients, several jars for storage, and a handful of flasks for brewing her potions and medicines.
Other than some decorative necklaces, bracelets, earrings, and a small utility belt, Molenya generally doesn’t wear any clothes while under water. Where she came from, they didn’t find much need for such things, enjoying the freedom the open ocean afforded them. However, she is not inexperienced with outsiders, and understands that some may be put off by this, so she usually carries a small bag at the back of her belt that contains a small, crude brazier fashioned from kelp and coral, and a matching thin skirt to cover the parts some cultures may find inappropriate.
Finally, she knows better than to be unarmed under the seas, and will often carry a spear with an ornate, long, sharp tip.
Allegiances: Barry, the whaleman godfatrher.
Registered: Jun 30, 2021 2:20:49 GMT -5
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Post by Molenya Tideborn on Nov 25, 2021 5:48:03 GMT -5
The journey to the island had been long, but actually quite fruitful for the young Mermaid, as her satchel was brimming with all sorts of plants and shrubs that she intended to use in her concoctions. She had been force to leave many pieces where she had found them, and had now shifted her focus away from harvesting and finding ingredients and more towards finding somewhere to set up shop. Though she led a relatively peaceful, secure life with her people, another mermaid race that seemed to be an offshoot of the Tueima people, Molenya had left to fulfil her sense of adventure. She longed to see and discover whatever she could find far beyond the bordering sandbanks of her home, and with her guardian Barbar “Barry” Shoru by her side, she had set off into the current with little more than the bangles around her wrists and a satchel. It had taken several days for her to finally find the ruins that had been rumoured to have sunk recently, and what a discovery it was. Large structures were scattered across the sea floor, and it seemed plenty of plunder still hung in the current, yet to be picked clean from the few other Tueima people she had spotted from afar. Looting was not her priority, however. Moving between buildings the half-fish maiden swam along, with a glint of curiosity gleaming in her eyes and a grin pulled across her soft features as she took in all she could of the beautiful, yet ruined sunken city. It really was just what she was looking for; her new home.
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Paragon
Established
Roleplay posts: 14
Appearance: The impressionable Paragon is the antithesis of his father where they hoped he would be his mirror. Fit, but wiry, he takes after his mother's frame. He dons a teal color that fades to white on his chest and face, like shallow waters in the sunlight. He has no scales and instead has the same thick skin as a moray eel, which can light up and change colors in certain areas around his eyes, neck, and shoulders. What seems to be hair on his head is a slippery cilium that is very much alive and does not absorb water or weigh him down. His teeth are quite human, albeit with a few more pointy ones, as his diet is widely carnivorous. In between his arms to his torso is a thin membrane that helps him swim. The same membrane can be seen between his fingers and toes. Between his shoulders, he has a large dorsal held up by a stiff spine with a clear membrane attaching it to his mid-back. His gills sit along his ribcage.
On land, he stands at 5'8".
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Equipment: Paragon wields a spear that is more adept for fishing than it is for fighting, though it is made to hunt large, sometimes dangerous prey. The base is made from bone, while the head is made from the thorny tooth of the same prey. Though only a few inches in length, the tooth is ideal for piercing fish.
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Skills and Abilities: Though not half as fast as his counterpart, Cutthroat, Paragon boasts a speed and agility that is still impressive among his peers. His strength and combat abilities are nothing to boast about, but his people are sure he will come into them one day to be the Paragon of his father, their great and fearless leader.
Unlike most of his people, he is amphibious and has a set of lungs alongside his gills. As long as he stays moist, he can spend long amounts of time on land.
Registered: Jun 10, 2021 0:18:17 GMT -5
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Post by Paragon on Nov 29, 2021 23:12:24 GMT -5
The Tueima shoal, after many days, found their home among a land-dweller city that sunk... perhaps not all that long ago. Sometimes it was hard to tell. Some buildings were swallowed by the ocean and all the creatures it offered. Anemone, coral, and barnacles stuck to buildings further down, while a few closer to the surface were virtually untouched. There were carvings and statues, but none of them had recognizable faces or shapes to make out the story of the past civilization. There were no letterings or pictographs, either. It was odd.
This would've been much more concerning if Paragon didn't already have so many worries. His father, the leader, was gone, and people were looking toward him to carry them forward. This made sense, after all; he was supposed to be his father's mirror. He'd been tutoring beneath him his whole life, so of course, this would come naturally to him by now, right? Right.
Paragon swam in circles around a central dome sticking out of the water, the street around it wide enough to be a canal. It wasn't just his father being gone. Cutthroat, who made the journey all the way out of the mists with them, also disappeared. The rest of the hunting party made it back, citing that they'd seen stalkers in the area. Just another woe to add to the list! Oh, Gods, what was he to do? He couldn't be weak, no; that would put everyone in a panic! Yet, he couldn't do this alone. With a knot tied in his belly, he cut through the streets of the ruins and sought out Patriarch and Herald.
On his way, he greeted many of his people, all of which he was familiar with. The majority of them settled in the middle of the city, around a massive dome, but others were keeping eyes on the borders. The young man, fresh out of his fry years, hadn't seen any land-dwellers yet, but that didn't mean none lurked beyond their tiny islet.
It was with this in mind that he paused, thinking that this was the very thing he saw swimming by. It took his mind a full moment to realize that a tail was involved but that the first half of the creature's body wasn't anything like any of his people whatsoever. Whipping around, he zoomed over, hovering above you.
"... excuse me," he cried out, his language completely unlike human speech, filled with clicks and squeals. "Do we... know each other?"
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Molenya Tideborn
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Appearance: On the surface, Mols seems to be a relatively unassuming mermaid, with a friendly face, kind eyes, and a pretty face. She has slightly narrow green eyes under a pair of thick eyebrows, usually filled with a relaxed amusement, and between them sits a small nose. Though her smile is usually genuine and filled with a row of pearly whites, it can be a little crooked at times, but it has never bothered her before. Her wavy brown hair sinks down past her shoulder blades and isn’t usually kept in any particular style, instead just thrown to one side when she climbs from the water.
The top half of her body is that of a sli, human woman, of course, without any sort of obvious markings other than a mole on her right breast, and two long, jagged scars just below the gills that sit around the bottom of her ribs. The fish half of her body starts around her groin and is about three times as long as her torso. From a glance, it appears to be shark-like, with a large dorsal fin jutting at the base of her spine, followed by another, slightly smaller fin further down with a pair of matching pelvic fins, just before her massive caudal fin. Though her front is a soft, blue-ish white, her back is a much darker hue and decorated by patterns of white spots, all down her sides and back, and all segmented by thin white lines.
When in the dark, however, Molenya’s bioluminescence becomes apparent. All across her body, light blues, greens, and pinks decorate her form in all sorts of hand-painted patterns. These tattoos had been collected over several years, and come in the form of runes, lines, swirls, and even the depiction of swimming fish down her sides. They even cover her face, with her lips and eyelids tattooed to be a brilliant light blue. The rest of her facial tattoos seem to be a mixture of make-up like patterns, and swirls that decorate her cheeks and forehead. Most of these tattoos, to Mol’s pride, are done herself.
Even her hair seems to change in low light, with several neon blue highlights forming amongst the brown.
Equipment: Molenya, or more accurately her whaleman friend Barry, carries a large satchel filled with equipment. As an apothecary, the mermaid carries a mortar and pestle, several smaller tools for cutting and manipulating her ingredients, several jars for storage, and a handful of flasks for brewing her potions and medicines.
Other than some decorative necklaces, bracelets, earrings, and a small utility belt, Molenya generally doesn’t wear any clothes while under water. Where she came from, they didn’t find much need for such things, enjoying the freedom the open ocean afforded them. However, she is not inexperienced with outsiders, and understands that some may be put off by this, so she usually carries a small bag at the back of her belt that contains a small, crude brazier fashioned from kelp and coral, and a matching thin skirt to cover the parts some cultures may find inappropriate.
Finally, she knows better than to be unarmed under the seas, and will often carry a spear with an ornate, long, sharp tip.
Allegiances: Barry, the whaleman godfatrher.
Registered: Jun 30, 2021 2:20:49 GMT -5
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Post by Molenya Tideborn on Nov 30, 2021 6:42:59 GMT -5
Molenya moved through the streets with an odd glee to her movements as she explored her new potential home, waving to those she saw, even though they kept her business. Though they all loved under the same waves and likely had similar ancestors, she did have some differences to the clan she had found. As she drifted into the open, it would be easy to see how she could be confused as a topsider, with her human-like face and short hair, her slightly tanned, peachy complexion, and a pair of humanoid breasts on her chest, something she noticed these new creatures lacked, but as she slunk out of the side streets, her long, shark-like tail became the most striking part about her. Though her top side seemed rather petite, her back half was between two and three times the length, and left a strong current behind it, powered by a large caudal fin. On closer inspection, she had one major similarity to almost all she had seen, with her gills situated on her ribs that rippled with each breath.
She had just cleared side street when she found herself before one of these new merfolk, and she had reason to pause for several moments as she took in the strange sight. He had a similar complexion to many of the others, but he had a pair of bipedal legs instead of a tail. How curious… cute though. Oh! He was talking! Molenya snapped back to reality as she tried to listen to the merman, but most of his words were jumbled and gibberish to her ears, and the words she did make out were said in such a bizarre accent. When he finished, the woman gave him a quizzical look, then pointed to her ear. "I don't understand." Her own language was a similar batch of clicks and whistles, but it would likely be a similar situation for him as it was to her.
Then an idea forms in her mind. If she understood little bits of his language, then perhaps they weren't as different as she anticipated, and her idea of being something along the lines of distant cousin species didn't seem so far-fetched. She reached out in curiosity and grabbed him by the chin, then shifted his head from side to side, getting a good look and completely ignoring social boundaries. Finally, she let go and reached into her satchel, and out of it she pulled what looked like some kind of stamp with a rune etched into it. It was quickly followed by a ceramic jar with a glass lid, topped with a long spout. Half way up the spout sat a little bulge, half filled with an air bubble that filled with ink when tipped and the stamp placed inside.
Once satisfied, Molenya upended the jar again, causing the ink to run back down and the air bubble to somehow replace it, then she reached out and gingerly stamped the man's forehead.
"Hello?" She asked. As the rune shifted and activated, giving the stampee an understanding of her language, her words began to quickly make sense. "Hello! Hi! Do you understand me?" She asks as her accent normalised, or at least became understandable. "Hi! I'm Molenya! And that's Barry!"
… just as she said it, a large hand landed on the man's shoulder, followed by a deep rumbling click and groan. Behind Paragon now stood another bipedal creature, a full eight feet of armoured muscle, and topped with the head of a killer whale. A large, toothy smile spread across it as Molenya hastily scrawled another rune onto Paragon's forearm, remembering for the umpteenth time that she and Barry didn't share a rune.
" 'allo, mate."
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Herald
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Roleplay posts: 2
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Elder l'eina
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Appearance: Upon first sight, Herald’s size is generally noted. She is no small creature, from head to tip she stretches out to be over seven feet tall, but her exact size is unknown. The next thing that is noticed is that she is not human, such giveaways are as follows: the mass of sucker-laden tentacles, her lack of hair, her brilliantly colored skin, her finned ears, her red eyes, the slimy webbing that hangs around her form, and other obvious reasons.
Herald’s coloration is a vibrant red typically, but other colors may be seen depending on her mood if she is hiding or hunting prey. When she ‘speaks’, an array of triangular yellowed points can be seen.
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Skills and Abilities: > Skills:
Mystic: Herald could be considered a sea hag, priestess, or shaman. She is able to read tides, skies, and winds able to make weather predictions from these factors which in turn allows her to deduce if conditions will or will not be favorable. Beyond this, she carries with her a small pouch of pure white hand bones that she uses to ‘read’ situations or the future. Her predictions aren’t always correct, but they have aided the Tueima. She is a spiritual individual and knows the various religious rituals and rites of the Tueima.
Doula: Trained in the reproductive health of the l'eina, Herald often is called upon to aid with birthings or egg-layings. Herald is extremely knowledgeable about things such as in birth control, child-rearing, or even non-reproductive experiences such as being present when one is dying.
Oral Historian: Herald has been around for a long time and she knows the songs and stories of their people, often recounting them to the delight of the tender fins.
Pictographs: When dealing with surface dwellers, Herald communicates with sticks and sand. She draws pictures of what she is trying to convey. There are no promises that the Herald is any good at this, merely that she knows how to do this with some success prior.
> Abilities:
Open Wide: Like any member of the cephalopod family, the Herald hunts by surprising her prey and enveloping them in her mass. Then her seemingly human-looking mouth extends, flaps of skin stretching until it displays a sharp yellow and black pointed beak deep in her ‘throat’.
Bioluminescent: The umbrella crown of her head is reminiscent of a man o’ war. On will, this area can glow faintly.
Hidden in Plain Sight: Using her chromatophores and her natural ability to change the texture of her skin, Herald is able to blend into her surroundings with great effect. This is how she hunts for prey.
Water Bound: Herald cannot stay for long periods of time, due to the mass of her body and squishy physical anatomy on land. However, her gills allow her to be above the waves. She can stay on land for short periods of time, up to an hour before she needs to return to the depths. More than three hours on land without water will cause the Herald to die.
Kraken’s Strength: Herald is strong, possessing heavy thick tentacles ripe with suckers of various sizes coating them. This nasty combination allows Herald to smash open shells and rip apart thick objects with ease under the water. She is not as strong as she once was, but she is still a mighty foe in the depths. On land, it is much harder for her to utilize this strength.
l'eina: Like all l'eina, Herald can breathe underwater, swim easier than she can walk. She is a carnivore and can only eat meat, but does partake of other substances to commune with the tides. She cannot speak in the tongues of man, lacking the right anatomy to speak.
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Biography: Herald has existed in the Tueima for as long as many of the l'eina remember. She has acted as a spiritual member and historian of the community, happy to answer questions by those with inquiring young minds. Herald is deeply committed to her community, almost overly so like an overprotective mother. Perhaps that is why she is so wary of those who traipse upon the lands above, instead of swimming in the seas.
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Allegiances: The Tueima
Registered: Nov 25, 2021 0:00:41 GMT -5
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Post by Herald on Nov 30, 2021 23:28:42 GMT -5
The elder l'eina drifted lazily as she passed through the streets of the settlement. Herald emerged from her cave today with one goal, to watch the various finned, webbed, and even footed creatures of the Flood Ruins go about their daily lives. It was an activity she had picked up in her later years in life, it was amusing to watch and wonder about what was going on in these young fishes’ lives.
A slow push forward as Herald moved towards an alcove where one of her favorite couplings to spy on lived, a loud pair of passionate l'eina who had a very on and off-again relationship. It was quite fiery, and you never knew what was going to happen with those two.
But before Herald could go to enjoy her undersea live-action soap opera, as she spotted the young Paragon, what appeared to be some whale and…
Who was that?
Or rather, what was that?
What were they doing to Paragon?
Herald’s yellow eyes narrowed, at what first appeared to be some sort of humanoid under the waves. She had many opinions about the place of those with two feet, fleshy skin, and mops of hair on their head. And it was not under the water.
Thus, Herald glided towards the three with some form of self-importance that a busy body elder does, flashing her typical red coloring.
Upon closer view, the inhumanity of the woman that Paragon was speaking to came into view. And Herald calmed, it did not completely satisfy the elder for strangers always worried Herald. The scars on her back and sides were proof of why one should never trust a stranger.
From behind Paragon, Molenya and Barry would clearly see Herald approach. She was a large bright ruby red octopus woman, with massive tentacles pushing her forward. Her exact size was hard to say, but it was at least seven feet. She saw before swimming towards her with an intense expression of focus in those yellow eyes of hers.
She had no hair, instead, a hood of smaller translucent tendrils flowed. She had no visible sex markers, but there was a generally feminine form to her torso which was the most human-looking part. Otherwise, there were no arms, no legs… only tentacles that pushed her towards the three.
She was swimming not too quickly, but she was moving in such a way that was vaguely threatening, but it could just be how she moved and looked. The woes of appearing so inhuman.
This she-creature called out in the language of the Tueima to Paragon. Speaking with her kind but stern voice. “Fair seas and gentle tidings, young leader Paragon. Who is in your company?” She asked.
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Patriarch
Established
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: A few hundred years or so.
Appearance: Patriarch is a sea elf, the last of his kind, or he was in the old world. While he looks youthful he carries an ancient soul that has known countless tragedies. Where in some this might have bred cynicism in Patriarch it bred compassion and kindness. After losing so much he decided to dedicate himself to helping others as much as he could. This eventually led to him becoming an Egg Bearer or in his case more of an Egg Protector. Dedicating himself to protecting and guiding the youth of the younger races of Fishfolk, steering them away from the path that led to the doom of his race.
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Skills and Abilities: Sea elves are exceptionally long-lived, possessed the innate magical talent to manipulate water, could breathe on land or sea, and were quite harder as they can survive at the depths of the ocean.
In the new world, Patriarch has found that his ability to manipulate water drastically reduced and he can no longer perform auguries or scry. A learned specialty from when he used to be an advisor to the king of the sea elves. But he remains hale and hearty as ever or so he thinks, he does sense some change within himself. Like the water in the vast sea of years he had before him was dwindling to more of a puddle.
Registered: Jun 21, 2021 19:39:16 GMT -5
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Post by Patriarch on Dec 5, 2021 12:55:36 GMT -5
There were few things that caught his attention more in the ocean than the colour red. It was the colour of land dweller blood freshly spilled for daring to travel through his people's waters. The colour the lava vents glowed when they used to power his people's cities and most recently, it was the colour of a headache. While he did not hate Herald he did find her to be... trying at the best of times. Her dislike of land-dwellers and their two legs and heads of hair transferred to him quite neatly. The sea elves did not descend from creatures of the deep their history started with the rest of elven kind before magic let them adapt to life below the waves and to this day he had more in common with those from land than those from the sea.
Still, he'd lived among the sea folk for long enough that she couldn't really argue that he'd earned their place among them. Which was often in opposition to her. While they both wanted what was best for the sea folk they had very different ideas on what that was. This was why when he saw her moving with purpose he elected to investigate making his way around the corner. He spotted Paragon and smile, the young male had his problems but Patriarch had faith in the man the boy was growing into even if it was not the man Paragon's father might wish. Then Patriarch's gaze fell on... a, not a land dweller. He could see her tail as he got closer but certainly not quite a l'eina either.
Rather than say anything he caught Paragon's eye and gave him a wave. He'd let the young man handle this for the moment and step in if Herald got too overbearing.
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Paragon
Established
Roleplay posts: 14
Appearance: The impressionable Paragon is the antithesis of his father where they hoped he would be his mirror. Fit, but wiry, he takes after his mother's frame. He dons a teal color that fades to white on his chest and face, like shallow waters in the sunlight. He has no scales and instead has the same thick skin as a moray eel, which can light up and change colors in certain areas around his eyes, neck, and shoulders. What seems to be hair on his head is a slippery cilium that is very much alive and does not absorb water or weigh him down. His teeth are quite human, albeit with a few more pointy ones, as his diet is widely carnivorous. In between his arms to his torso is a thin membrane that helps him swim. The same membrane can be seen between his fingers and toes. Between his shoulders, he has a large dorsal held up by a stiff spine with a clear membrane attaching it to his mid-back. His gills sit along his ribcage.
On land, he stands at 5'8".
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Equipment: Paragon wields a spear that is more adept for fishing than it is for fighting, though it is made to hunt large, sometimes dangerous prey. The base is made from bone, while the head is made from the thorny tooth of the same prey. Though only a few inches in length, the tooth is ideal for piercing fish.
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Skills and Abilities: Though not half as fast as his counterpart, Cutthroat, Paragon boasts a speed and agility that is still impressive among his peers. His strength and combat abilities are nothing to boast about, but his people are sure he will come into them one day to be the Paragon of his father, their great and fearless leader.
Unlike most of his people, he is amphibious and has a set of lungs alongside his gills. As long as he stays moist, he can spend long amounts of time on land.
Registered: Jun 10, 2021 0:18:17 GMT -5
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Post by Paragon on Dec 5, 2021 18:55:49 GMT -5
When Paragon didn't immediately understand what the strange half-human was trying to say, he furrowed his brow. It wasn't surface-speech she was emulating, but his own, in a dialect he didn't know. This was rarely a problem.
Before he was able to think of a solution, she popped out a stamp and pressed it firmly against his forehead. He didn't even have time to react! It was only after the fact that he swam backward in a panic, asking what in the hundred seas she'd done to him!
And then he heard it: her voice, clear as the open seas.
He paused to listen to her, moving just a bit closer. He knew this rune. His father taught it to him, didn't he? Once upon a time. "I... understand," he said, the frills on his neck standing up in response. "Molenya? And-" When the hand dropped on his shoulder, he yelped, the markings on his face turning the same color as the runes around them, though they failed to hide him from sight, so little did he have. He smiled nervously a waved.
"... I, um-" He coughed, then straightened his posture, chest out, head up. His mannerisms became more confident, if very stiff. "I'm Paragon."
Thankfully, he did this just in time. The wisewoman of the Tueima arrived behind him, her body moving through the water like a living curtain tethered to a woman's body. If Paragon had any spit to swallow, he'd have done so. Instead, the spots on his face flashed white. "Hel- yes, fair seas, Wise Herald. Ah, they say their names are Molenya and Barry."
When he turned to look at them, he caught just beyond the two, in the runes. When he focused, he saw Patriarch. His posture became even stiffer than before. Why were so many important eyes on him during this time!? He waggled his fingers to the sea elf nervously before speaking to their guests.
"So, ah, from where do you hail?"
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