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 Dec 7, 2021 5:55:33 GMT -5
Molenya couldn’t help but giggle at Paragon’s reaction at first, but her smile quickly fell away as she noticed all the attention they had gathered. She scooched back a few feet, which was a feat in itself with her long tail, a slightly startled look on her face, seemingly unsure about what she had just gotten herself into with these two new folk, both carrying an air of intimidation with them. She was just trying to be friendly! Oops!
The orcman had noticed this and turned, anchor in hand, but when he noticed it was just the two he lowered it once more, anticipating something far more dangerous. He lifted a hand in greeting, knowing his appearance was more intimidating than friendly, and not wanting to cause any trouble.
Her eyes shifted back to Paragon as he spoke though, and his motions, coupled with Barry sensing no present danger, she felt she could relax just a little. Her startled look quickly faded as she smiled, listening to the words she still didn’t quite understand for a moment, but soon the magic of the rune started to affect her too. He spoke in a very strange accent that seemed mostly distorted, and would until she got his matching rune printed on her skin, but for now she got most of his words.
“Paragon,” she said, making a note to remember the name. She couldn’t help but find his mannerisms, most of them coming without much confidence, to be quite endearing. “Where do I…?” she couldn’t quite understand the last word or two, but she figured he was asking where she was from. “Oh, Sapphire Shoals, five days south of here,” she said. “Along the current, that is. Away from the current, maybe eight days?” she looked at Barry for confirmation, who merely nodded, then she looked back to Paragon. “Eight days.”
She looked between the small gathering and a grin formed across her face. “My grandpa always said there were some like us, but different. Absolutely beautiful undersea dwellers of all shapes and colours. I’m glad to see he was right.”
Finally, she held out her hand and offered the ink to Paragon. “Would you mind?” she asked. “I can mostly understand you, but… y’know. I don’t wanna hear the wrong thing and make a mistake.”
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Herald
New
Roleplay posts: 2
Age: -----------------------------------------------------------
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.
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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 Dec 9, 2021 23:48:01 GMT -5
Herald was taxing, even frustrating at times.
The old octopus had seen much in her years, which made the creature proud. Old wisdom merged with confidence set the red she-creature’s shoulders wide and stance proud.
Her attention was focused on the poor young Paragon and crew in front of her. Unaware of the lurking sea elf in the distance yet. She was far too distracted by the commotion occurring between the odd woman, whaleman, and Paragon.
Paragon’s… reaction to the stamp was noted by Herald. If she had seen it, she made no judgment, save for her eyes resuming to their natural state then the harsh glare. But no clicking beratement was heard, but that did not mean the young one was safe. The octopus sometimes saved her ‘recommendations’ for hidden coves and private spaces. No need to openly *embarrass* the young one.
Yet.
The red tapestry of Herald flowed behind Paragon as she slowed her strokes. She moved around Paragon, to get a better look at the pairing beyond him.
Since she was no human, thus her expressions were harder to read. She seemed to be eyeing this ‘Molenya’ and ‘Barry’. The scooting away from herself was noted, and Herald was not surprised. Often those who looked upon her that were not from the depths acted in fear… intimate by all those tentacles and yellow eyes.
Speaking of intimidating….
Herald took a long appreciative look at Barry, admiring his physic and muscles. It was like he was a long drink of cool seawater and Herald was *dying* of thirst.
This extra attention was rather obvious, especially by anyone who was watching Herald. Like one elder sea elf with whom Herald had a contentious relationship with.
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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 12, 2021 16:05:48 GMT -5
Patriarch watched and he listened. It appeared as though the young mermaid and her guardian were from another school of Sea Folk though of a slightly different variety. But slightly different varieties were the way of the Sea Folk, those who lived below the waves tending to have a greater cohesion of people than above. But that didn't mean there was no potential for conflict, especially during a first meeting.
That was fine, it would be a good test for Paragon. The young woman seemed to be about his age and while he could certainly see Paragon saying something to embarrass himself, he somehow doubted it would be of such severity to lead to a conflict. The mermaid girl, he'd not been present when she'd announced her name, seemed far too enthusiastic to take offence easily. The bodyguard may be a different matter but he seemed to be following her lead.
With an immediate sense of danger settled he found a rock to sit on and watch the antics. It appeared as though Herald had taken note of the bodyguard in a way that was not entirely professional. Which got a wry snort of amusement from the Sea Elf. Perhaps it was not Paragon who was going to embarrass themselves today. He supposed it came down to how the bodyguard felt about being propositioned by an octopus.
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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 27, 2021 13:28:47 GMT -5
Sapphire Shoals?
"You are a native to these waters?" asked the young leader. He didn't expect an answer immediately, as he was overcome by everything she had to say. Others like them? It seemed as though she hadn't met many seafolk in her time. Perhaps, even, she was human before? Paragon had heard such tales in the past from his mother.
Just as he was about to speak up, Molenya gave him the magical ink stamper. Curious. After scrutinizing it for a long moment, he moved it forward and tentatively stamped her forehead, as she'd done to him. He peered at her curiously after, then handed back the object. With a flush of pale color along the lines on his body, Paragon glanced at Herald. She'd said very little, and it was this that worried the young Tueima man. When she was silent, that meant she had a lot stirring in her head that would come out later. Oftentimes, that meant a lecture. With a larger lump in his throat, he looked to Patriarch, his expression screaming "Save me."
Somewhere in the back of his mind, he was the first to reprimand himself. Why was he always looking to them for words of wisdom? His father was twice the man he was at half his age! With a flash of red, he cleared his throat, and said, "I have never encountered your kind before. You seem more... human."
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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 Jan 6, 2022 8:06:16 GMT -5
She was about to answer the questioshe thought he'd asked, but then she found herself fascinated by his drawing. Molenya studied the rune that Paragon had drawn on the offered hand carefully, once again committing it to memory. If she stuck around, she'd have to consider more permanent options for these new runes, possibly making more stamps or perhaps something a little more her style, but for now her tricks remained up her sleeve. Well, if she had sleeves which wasn't likely given she wore nothing but her satchel.
Finally, she's able to fully understand Paragon without the trouble of dialects and accents that came from a one way rune exchange. "A native to these waters…" She gestured around herself briefly as she considered that. "We're all natives to these waters, even if we are different. But I get what you mean, and the real answer is…" she gave a small shrug. "Kinda? I mean probably. We lost our way once or twice, trying to skirt that mist stuff. It was so weird, like a wall of blech that permeated air and sea. Gross." She then stops herself, realizing she was getting off topic, and with Barry seemingly distracted, she had only herself to keep her on track.
Barry, meanwhile, definitely caught that look from Herald and offered a wink back to her, his own eyes checking out those crimson frills for a moment. The old whale didn't mind what he saw, not at all.
As Molenya tried to get herself back to where she was going, she followed Paragon's view to the old sea elf who was watching them from afar. Was that Paragon's dad? Could be! She waved happily to him before looking back to Paragon. "I've lost my trail of thought," she admits, giving up on trying to find that thread once more. "My bad. Anyway, yes, I do look a little human, don't I?" She stretched out her arms and then ran her hands down her sides. "Most of my village do. We weren't far from a human island, grandpa says that generations ago, an old shaman in the village made some of us look part human to them so we could trade and communicate with 'em, which worked great!"
"Mind you, Grandpa can be full of old hooey, I bet half his stories are made up nonsense. It kinda made sense though, given we look similar," she admits. "I've got those lung things that I can use above the water, and I can even speak human common!" She gives Paragon two thumbs up and a grin, seemingly very proud of herself.
Her attention is quickly stolen away by the flittering crimson of Harald before Paragon can reply. Yes, the jellyfish was eyeing up her guardian, which she was endlessly amused by, but those thoughts were muddled and put on a mental shelf as she delved into her pack and pulled her stamp out again. While she was happy to stamp Paragon's forehead, seemingly right on her assumption that he likely wouldn't do anything about it, she pegged Herald as someone who likely would, so instead of grabbing and stamping her forehead like she loved to do, she offered to take Herald's hand for the stamp. Until then, she must have sounded entirely foreign!
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Dia
New
Roleplay posts: 4
Age: Unknown, but in her prime.
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Appearance: Her "skin" appears to be a very light blue with opal-like coloration when reflecting light. This is not always the case, for her "skin" has chromatophores inside them, so her colors can change if she wishes them to. Her "hair" is a mass of octopus-like tentacles with hidden suckers underneath. She has four eyes, seemingly without pupils, that constantly shimmer that similar opal coloration. Her "ears" are fins on the sides of her head and are the same color as her eyes. Gills reside hidden on the sides of her neck and it appears that she has no eyebrows or mouth. Her body itself is similar to a normal woman, only she has claws instead of fingers, her feet are missing toes, and has a significantly shorter heel. So it appears like she's walking on her tippy toes when on land. Her lower body supports more tentacles that seem to retract or extend depending on what she wants to walk on. Most of the time, these tentacles are curled up over her thighs like a strange skirt. A very thin line can be seen going down her stomach, and if you catch it just right, there's occasionally a thin slit across where a normal mouth would be...Only it is FAR wider than what a normal mouth would be.
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Equipment: Various shells and trinkets, collection of shark teeth
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Skills and Abilities: Skin color and texture shifting: She can change her skin color and how smooth or bumpy her skin is to blend in with her surroundings.
Regenerative limbs: Her tentacles and limbs can be regrown with ease, so losing one is of no detriment.
Proficient with tools: Very quick to pick up how a tool works even if she's never seen that particular tool before. Also good at using tools to either trap or kill others. For food of course.
Survival in the sea: Hand-to-hand combat is engrained in her after all her years of fighting mysterious sea creatures like herself.
Siren descendant: Through a melody, Dia can charm creatures with weak wills to come to her willingly. Her ability merely tricks those who hear to believe they want to come closer to her, but they still see her for her.
Poisonous bite: From eating animal and plant life in the ocean she can collect any poisons that they may have made and use them as her own. Once used, she must refill though.
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Biography: A lonely little monster in the sea. Birthed from a siren and unknowing of what monstrosity her father was she became a new sort of terror. Her mother seemed to love her though and continued to love her until her death. As Dia grew up she had heard many tales about the sirens and their culture. Part of her fantasized about finding them and basking in what they could teach her, but she knew they would not accept her. After all, they had exiled her mother for carrying her. So instead she explored the sea. She soon found she enjoyed the ships that sank the most, for they had the prettiest clothes or jewelry. Cute little trinkets that she could adorn herself with. Every boat that passed she followed, hoping that it would sink so she could take what treasures they held.
Registered: Dec 9, 2021 23:04:32 GMT -5
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Post by Dia on Jan 11, 2022 21:01:58 GMT -5
A distorted echo in the form of a hum travels a short distance across the sea. The nearby school of fish swims cautiously, bobbing in the waves in slow circles around a light blue sea creature. The creature appears to have no mouth, just seamless flesh where one should be. That is until a thin black line slowly begins to appear, almost as if someone had drawn on her face with ink. The middle section moves as if it were lips, forming the common tongue of the land-dwellers to sing her haunting tune, “Come all you young sailor men, listen to me…”The tips of her claws reach out as her hands raise. They sway to her tune, drawing the few curious fish to her left hand. The now three fish crowd her palm, continuing to follow as she draws her arms in. Her free hand pulls two long strips of seaweed from her belt. Both hands move slowly in an attempt to tie the fish together. The fish jerk, spooked by the strange movement, but Dia doesn’t let them get far. The tentacles by her waist extend, slipping across the fish and halting their retreat so she can draw closer. Her tone deepens as she sings directly to them, “I'll sing you a song of the fish in the sea…”The fish noticeably relax, allowing her to tie their tails and necks together while in their dazed state. She continues humming her little sea shanty while she retrieves the small net on her side. Effortlessly, with the help of her tentacles, it’s opened and she tosses them in. A tentacle pulls the top shut before tying it to her makeshift belt. The fish were not alone, for some crabs dangle on her other hip, them being tied in a similar way. Their pinchers wrapped shut and then wrapped together, their legs tied, and their mouths bound so they would not be able to open them and bite down. A small boop to her cheek causes her eyes to flick to another brave little fish. It was far too drawn into the melody of her humming to even know what it was doing. The seamless flesh once again began to part. The small, dark line grew bigger, the middle of it parting into an almost “O” like shape. The fish stayed in place, confused and dazed, but did not swim closer. Fortunately, that wasn’t a problem. The mouth that had almost had a disturbing cuteness to it quickly split apart, the flesh around the line looking as if it was ripped open from the quick movement. Rows and rows of teeth flashed in the dark of the sea, such an abomination looked as if it belonged to a creature twice the size of Dia. The fish had no time to register the danger, for her gums protruded and those sharp, monstrous teeth were already sinking into its flesh. With a single jerk and its blood spilling into the water, the fish was dragged into her mouth once more as her gums retracted. The seamless flesh returned to her face, no indication of what horrors lay beneath the skin. The crunching of fish bones and the smell of blood spooked the rest of the fish away from the once pleasant waters that had held her lovely melody. She didn’t need them anymore. No, for she finally had all the gifts she needed for her new friend, Herald! A little later…
Dia’s tentacles pressed tightly against her body, her “hair” looking somewhat slicked back. Her waist had her tentacles retracted and pressed against her “thighs” as if it were a strange skirt. Still, they swayed as she swam. The two land-dweller-esk legs in the middle of her lower tentacles kicked up and down to propel her between the buildings and around the sea folk she had yet to talk to. These legs of hers had no “toes” as the land-dwellers did, and her heels were much shorter than theirs. Why she even had them, she was uncertain. Perhaps it was a gift from her mother who could trade her tail for legs if she so wished? Sadly, she’d never know. The sea monster ducked her head, a permanent blue blush across her cheeks as she tried to quickly pass the sea folk who looked at her. She never knew what they were thinking, and it made her nervous. She tried to appear smaller, hoping they’d see she wasn’t there to hurt them, but just there to meet with her friend again. Herald was such a lovely woman. So kind, but tough. Almost like a grandmother, maybe an aunt. If she hadn’t already had a wonderful mother, she’d say that Herald fit that perfectly as well. Dia had always wanted more family in her life, but she didn’t dare ask Herald if she could be part of her community. Not yet. She still needed to provide her with more gifts to prove her worth and value. Dia was a strange little thing, and everywhere she’d gone before had rejected her, so she had to make sure it was different this time. She slowed her swimming down and righted herself to “stand upright” while her tentacles swished to keep her in place. That vibrant red caught her attention in a second, joy flooding into Dia’s system as she almost made the mistake of rushing to meet her. She stopped herself just in time to catch sight of the other sea folk that she was preoccupied with. Dia’s claws tapped against one another anxiously as she took to hiding behind a corner to watch. Two of her four eyes peeking out from said corner. Her ear-fins twitched up in interest as she spotted the almost land-dweller appearing sea folk. A crash of emotion hit Dia as she was reminded of her mother’s appearance, only for crushing disappointment to follow when she recognized their differences. No, this lass was not a siren, but she looked similar enough that it made her wonder if she were…What did the shanties call? A mermaid! She remembered that they were similar to sirens, but their beautiful songs were not used to drag men down from their ships into the sea so they could be made a meal. A waste of talent in Dia’s opinion. Her eyes flicked over to the bodyguard, then to Herald, as she almost couldn’t contain her warbled giggle. If her new friend liked the bodyguard, she wished her the best. She spotted the…teal and white man next. Dia tilted her head, squinting her eyes a bit as she recognized the posture of someone anxious and uncomfortable. It was a little endearing, but that could have been because Dia occasionally suffered around the same affliction. When he turned and gave a look to someone else, Dia’s eyes followed, only to jump when she spotted the blue man with long ears. Part of her wondered if he were a land-dweller, but another part of her shut that down considering she thought him too pretty to be one. All the ones she’d seen by chance on the ships she followed had been tired and older looking. Full of scraggly, lifeless face tentacles that she wondered if they had killed off from never diving into the sea. It was a little sad if that were true. Dia shook her head, righting her thoughts as she anxiously grabbed onto the netting by her hip. She had a reason to be here, a reason to interrupt. So she shouldn’t just stand there. With a deep breath through her gills, Dia cautiously swam closer, taking her time until she was but a few feet away from the group. Just enough room to give them space from her so she didn’t freak anyone out too badly. Her thin line of a mouth appeared, but this time, the center barely opened so that she wouldn’t be seen as getting ready to chomp. “H-Herald…” The small voice had an odd warble to it, one that portrayed a soft echo even when she was using clicks instead of the words from the land-dwellers. “When you’re free, can I have a moment of your time? I…don’t know if you’re busy.”
Dia quickly glanced to the others Herald was with and gave them a gentle nod. Almost self-consciously, she brushed a stray "hair" tentacle behind her ear-fin as she fought to keep her eyes on the strangers, “H-hello to you all as well…I’m sorry if I’m…interrupting.”
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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 Feb 11, 2022 11:00:22 GMT -5
Patriarch caught the look that Paragon shot his way and the old sea elf returned it with a gentle smile. The boy was far too timid at times, he was handling things well thus far despite his evident trepidation. Then again, perhaps even Paragon was aware of that since he quickly turned his attention back to the matter at hand. Still, help was not always a bad thing even when you were getting your young friend to learn how to fend for himself. With that, he came to his feet and walked over to the little group making his presence more firmly known mere moments after the timid Dia interjected.
"I think your interruption was quite polite, no need to apologize for it."
This was said to Dia as his gaze travels over Molenya and Barry. He'd caught the former's wave and had returned it with the same gentle smile that he seemed to wear most of the time. He offers them both a small bow of respect and says.
"Greetings, while Paragon was doing quite an admirable job of welcoming you to our community on his own I thought it would be rude not to introduce myself. I am Patriarch, I help tend to the young and occasionally offer some advice to those who ask for it."
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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 Feb 19, 2022 3:48:52 GMT -5
Paragon was nothing short of mesmerized by the new seafolk who appeared just as suddenly as Molenya and Barry. Though she wasn't a far cry from several families of Tueima, he couldn't remember ever having seen her before. She did speak their language! But there was... something of an accent to it. Something strange in her voice.
"... um, no! Y-you're not interrupting at all. We were just becoming acquainted with one another!" piped up the young leader alongside Patriarch. "I am Paragon, crown prince of the Tueima. We only just arrived here. Are you a local of these waters?" he asked timidly. He looked over to their guests. "Oh, and they are also new. Molenya and Barry are their names. I'm sure we should do something to greet you all. Herald! Do you-" He turned around to speak to the octopus woman, but before he knew it, she was gone. This did not bother Paragon very much. She had a knack for swift and quiet exits. Instead, he looked to Patriarch for help.
"I was going to visit Echo and the brood," he relented. "She's been alone for some time, but I think she won't be comfortable with so many strangers around. Shall we have a feast before then? A tour...?"
He didn't quite trust these strangers out of the blue, but he didn't want to be rude, either. Oh! The woe! The pressure! Father would have started festivities immediately, wouldn't he? With dancing and games, even among these trying times!
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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 Apr 4, 2022 7:39:18 GMT -5
Molenya seemed like she was about to say something further, but the interruption of the new fishperson caught her off guard. How did she sneak up like that? Someone so… well, tentacle-y and beautiful. She surely would have caught Molenya's eye! Her words seemed a little off to Molly, mostly because she hadnt been stamped yet, but she would soon change that.
However, not before Patriarch chimed in with his own barely understandable words. He was obviously introducing herself, and Molenya just about got his name out of it. It was either Patrick or Patriarch… considering the one named Paragon seemed to be his ward, or something to that effect, she went with the latter.
She returned the bow as best she could, a difficult task given her large, long, strong back half, but she just about managed it before reaching out and taking his hand, then she pressed her runic stamp to it, opening a full, ungarbled dialogue with the man. "A pleasure, Sir!" she says with a wide smile as she gave his hand a squeeze, then let go of it.
When Paragon peered around to introduce his red buddy, Molenya couldn't help but notice she was indeed gone, as was her whale man companion. Coincidence? Or perhaps something a little… with a giggle, she put that thought aside. She'd ask her pal later, but she figured he'll just admit to going for a stroll.
"A feast and a tour! Oooooh don't you start spoiling me Paragon, gimme an inch and I'm gonna take a league!" She laughed at her little joke, but she quickly sobered when she noted his change in demeanor. The nervousness filled the water around him, she could almost feel it herself. "Woah, hey now, relax big guy." She put a hand on his shoulder, then gave it a squeeze. "Look at me buddy, take a deep breath, you're thinking of too many things at once." She had something for that in her travel bag, a nice little concoction designed for such a thing, but she didn't want to just give it away. "Let's start with the tour, eh? A nice little swim through town, I'd love to check the place out, see if it's all its cracked up to be!"
She gave the young man another grin before letting go and tightening the strap on the satchel by her side. "I'm sure Barry will find us later. No matter what, he always finds me. It's actually kinda annoying!"
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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 Aug 2, 2022 20:00:41 GMT -5
With all the attention suddenly drawn to him from so many strangers, especially this tentacled woman who was more than a little monstrous even in the eyes of the tueima, Paragon panicked. Herald swam away, called to more important things, and now it was he and Patriarch left with these strange beings. The young fishman let out a wavering sigh to steady himself.
“I… why don’t we show them around, Patriarch? This city! It… it would only be proper. I was going to greet Echo, but…”
Echo was the defender of the children that had yet to be born and were nestled in their eggs, which lined the domed shelter they found in the middle of the half-sunken city. It would not be proper to send strangers there, but Paragon simply did not know what to do. The young leader gave a worried glance at the elder.
“... perhaps I can wait…”
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Dia
New
Roleplay posts: 4
Age: Unknown, but in her prime.
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Appearance: Her "skin" appears to be a very light blue with opal-like coloration when reflecting light. This is not always the case, for her "skin" has chromatophores inside them, so her colors can change if she wishes them to. Her "hair" is a mass of octopus-like tentacles with hidden suckers underneath. She has four eyes, seemingly without pupils, that constantly shimmer that similar opal coloration. Her "ears" are fins on the sides of her head and are the same color as her eyes. Gills reside hidden on the sides of her neck and it appears that she has no eyebrows or mouth. Her body itself is similar to a normal woman, only she has claws instead of fingers, her feet are missing toes, and has a significantly shorter heel. So it appears like she's walking on her tippy toes when on land. Her lower body supports more tentacles that seem to retract or extend depending on what she wants to walk on. Most of the time, these tentacles are curled up over her thighs like a strange skirt. A very thin line can be seen going down her stomach, and if you catch it just right, there's occasionally a thin slit across where a normal mouth would be...Only it is FAR wider than what a normal mouth would be.
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Equipment: Various shells and trinkets, collection of shark teeth
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Skills and Abilities: Skin color and texture shifting: She can change her skin color and how smooth or bumpy her skin is to blend in with her surroundings.
Regenerative limbs: Her tentacles and limbs can be regrown with ease, so losing one is of no detriment.
Proficient with tools: Very quick to pick up how a tool works even if she's never seen that particular tool before. Also good at using tools to either trap or kill others. For food of course.
Survival in the sea: Hand-to-hand combat is engrained in her after all her years of fighting mysterious sea creatures like herself.
Siren descendant: Through a melody, Dia can charm creatures with weak wills to come to her willingly. Her ability merely tricks those who hear to believe they want to come closer to her, but they still see her for her.
Poisonous bite: From eating animal and plant life in the ocean she can collect any poisons that they may have made and use them as her own. Once used, she must refill though.
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Biography: A lonely little monster in the sea. Birthed from a siren and unknowing of what monstrosity her father was she became a new sort of terror. Her mother seemed to love her though and continued to love her until her death. As Dia grew up she had heard many tales about the sirens and their culture. Part of her fantasized about finding them and basking in what they could teach her, but she knew they would not accept her. After all, they had exiled her mother for carrying her. So instead she explored the sea. She soon found she enjoyed the ships that sank the most, for they had the prettiest clothes or jewelry. Cute little trinkets that she could adorn herself with. Every boat that passed she followed, hoping that it would sink so she could take what treasures they held.
Registered: Dec 9, 2021 23:04:32 GMT -5
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Post by Dia on Aug 2, 2022 23:22:36 GMT -5
Anxiety forced Dia’s voice to falter as the attention of the group was briefly centered on her. Her eyes flicked back and forth between the group who so kindly introduced themselves, but when the time came to say her name, she simply couldn’t. Instead, Dia made a point to repeat the names as much as she could in her head so that she would not forget them anytime soon. But when the mermaid-appearing woman spoke, she was met with brief confusion as Dia had difficulty making out what she was saying. Dia could understand bits and pieces since she had traveled and met many people, but dialects always made it more difficult to piece these things together. She fiddled with the net at her hip once more, picking at the wrapping as she attempted to introduce herself with muffled clicks, “I- My name…It-...My name…”
Her tiny clicks were hard to hear over the conversation proceeding without her. Briefly panicked, she looked to Herald for guidance, only to see she had disappeared. Deep disappointment and even a little hurt filled her as she lowered her head, feeling as if she had failed to impress the woman. Surely the offerings she had prepared today would mean nothing to her now…Dia had failed for the day. But that did not mean she would give up attempting to be a part of this community she had found!
With a deep breath, she glanced up towards Paragon as he spoke again about a tour, “U-uhm!” Clearing her throat, she attempted to talk a bit louder, “Nice to meet you all! I- My name is Dia. I am not a local here but have been here for…A few months?”
She’d never thought to keep track of the days since she had appeared here, but she hoped she had provided a satisfactory answer, “If you’re having a tour I want- would like to be a part of it! And if–...the feast–if there is one...” Taking another deep breath she motioned to the live fish and crabs she had caught and safely strapped to her hips, “I can provide some food I caught…If…if it’s not enough I can get even more!”
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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 9, 2022 14:09:59 GMT -5
"A pleasure to meet you as well."
Patriarch had offered no resistance when Molenya took his hand. He'd seen what happened earlier with Paragon and assumed that most of his introduction was lost, it hardly mattered since it was meant more to give Paragon a breather. Tragically, the lad was talking himself into a tizzy of indecision despite the attempts of the young mermaid to help him calm him down. Some measure of composure just barely eked in as he tried to puzzle out a course of action.
"It is nice to meet you, Dia, I am Patriarch."
The old sea elf said to the girl with a kindly smile before he turned his attention to Paragon.
"By your leave Paragon."
His voice was calm, and clear, and carried a note of polite command.
"I could go and check on Echo myself and set the other sea folk to the task of preparing a feast, while you take our new friends on a tour."
Uncertainty, shyness, and brashness three different kinds of youthful exuberance on display. Only one was his charge though and he had phrased his words in the hopes of imparting a few different lessons. The clear-cut course of action was to help Paragon organize his thoughts and remind him tasks could be delegated. The request for his leave was to remind the young man that he had the authority. The suggestion that Paragon do the tour alone was so the three young ones could get to know each other without a chaperone looming over them. Honestly, Paragon could use some friends around his own age and the two young women seemed like they might have a balancing effect on him. But these were only hopes, Patriarch had to wait and see what effect he'd have.
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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 Oct 28, 2022 2:20:16 GMT -5
Molenya jumped a touch as the tentacled sea monster piped up, having barely taken much notice of the exceptionally quiet being so far, but upon further inspection Molly found herself overcome with intregue. She almost ignored Patriarch and Paragon for a brief moment as she succumbed to her fascination, looking her up and down.
This being is positively monstrous!
She beamed and held out her stamp, her runic seal that, while temporary, would make Molenya easily understood, and of course vice versa. She held hope that Dia - that's her name, right? - would understand its meaning after she'd been previously stamp happy.
"You, my friend, are incredible," she says in a quiet voice to the timid monster. Perhaps she would understand, perhaps she wouldn't, it depended on the stamp, which she'd press into the top of Dia's hand. Quick, painless, and actually quite intricate and pretty.
With her fascination subsided a touch, the mermaid perked up to listen to what the men had to say. It took a minute to connect the dots of the pieces she'd picked up while focused on other things, but she quickly got the picture. Paragon had his worries, Patriarch was funnelling that chaotic energy into something productive. Good team.
"Tour. Feast. Awesome." The Mermaid gave two thumbs up and beamed through a wide grin. "Not much to offer, I'm just about outta rations and Barry has the other stash… wherever he got to. Him and that jellyfish lady disappeared pretty quickly. Coincidence, eh?" She asked with an elbow and a wink to Patriarch's side.
"So! Where to first, eh? I wanna see it all, where all the cool fish hang out, where all the lame ones hang out, and everything in between." She rubbed her hands together with they keen, slightly lopsided grin she usually wore, giddy with anticipation. Were these ruins the ones she had heard about? Only time would tell.
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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 12, 2022 21:54:29 GMT -5
Paragon's fingers danced along his trident nervously as Patriarch put the task of giving these people a tour of the city... along with a feast! He supposed his father would have done the same, but this was a lot for an up-and-coming leader, wasn't it? Three strangers, all so much stranger than they were used to!
"I- yes! Of course. Give Echo my regards?" he asked the elder with a weak, sheepish smile. He was wondering how she was coping without Cutthroat's company. The huntress was always looming around wherever Echo was stationed, and while Paragon had an inkling as to why, he was more concerned about how quiet that corner of the city was since she left.
Swiftly, the young prince dismissed those thoughts with a rub of his eyes and turned his full attention to Molenya and Dia. "Ah. Um. Where to first, I wonder! Perhaps... the inner city? It has roads and alleys, like the landwalkers have. We think this place once sat above and has flooded... for whatever reason. So much of what they left is still here."
Almost with a spart of eagerness, he pushed on ahead, toward more shallow waters. "Come! There are even hallways and rooms in their houses."
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Dia
New
Roleplay posts: 4
Age: Unknown, but in her prime.
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Appearance: Her "skin" appears to be a very light blue with opal-like coloration when reflecting light. This is not always the case, for her "skin" has chromatophores inside them, so her colors can change if she wishes them to. Her "hair" is a mass of octopus-like tentacles with hidden suckers underneath. She has four eyes, seemingly without pupils, that constantly shimmer that similar opal coloration. Her "ears" are fins on the sides of her head and are the same color as her eyes. Gills reside hidden on the sides of her neck and it appears that she has no eyebrows or mouth. Her body itself is similar to a normal woman, only she has claws instead of fingers, her feet are missing toes, and has a significantly shorter heel. So it appears like she's walking on her tippy toes when on land. Her lower body supports more tentacles that seem to retract or extend depending on what she wants to walk on. Most of the time, these tentacles are curled up over her thighs like a strange skirt. A very thin line can be seen going down her stomach, and if you catch it just right, there's occasionally a thin slit across where a normal mouth would be...Only it is FAR wider than what a normal mouth would be.
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Equipment: Various shells and trinkets, collection of shark teeth
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Skills and Abilities: Skin color and texture shifting: She can change her skin color and how smooth or bumpy her skin is to blend in with her surroundings.
Regenerative limbs: Her tentacles and limbs can be regrown with ease, so losing one is of no detriment.
Proficient with tools: Very quick to pick up how a tool works even if she's never seen that particular tool before. Also good at using tools to either trap or kill others. For food of course.
Survival in the sea: Hand-to-hand combat is engrained in her after all her years of fighting mysterious sea creatures like herself.
Siren descendant: Through a melody, Dia can charm creatures with weak wills to come to her willingly. Her ability merely tricks those who hear to believe they want to come closer to her, but they still see her for her.
Poisonous bite: From eating animal and plant life in the ocean she can collect any poisons that they may have made and use them as her own. Once used, she must refill though.
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Biography: A lonely little monster in the sea. Birthed from a siren and unknowing of what monstrosity her father was she became a new sort of terror. Her mother seemed to love her though and continued to love her until her death. As Dia grew up she had heard many tales about the sirens and their culture. Part of her fantasized about finding them and basking in what they could teach her, but she knew they would not accept her. After all, they had exiled her mother for carrying her. So instead she explored the sea. She soon found she enjoyed the ships that sank the most, for they had the prettiest clothes or jewelry. Cute little trinkets that she could adorn herself with. Every boat that passed she followed, hoping that it would sink so she could take what treasures they held.
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Post by Dia on Dec 16, 2022 18:40:59 GMT -5
Dia's eyes darted from one pretty sea folk to the next, a small tremble coming from her as her nerves were worked up to a six at this point. But Patriarch's words acted as a balm as she was welcomed, causing her shoulders to slowly lower from their hitch up to her ear-fins, "Nice...to meet you too, Patriarch."
With a small nervous breath through her gills, she observed the interaction as Patriarch calmly excused himself to his other duties, leaving the rest alone. Dia let her mind briefly wander, thinking about the possibility of meeting more sea folk for the day. If they would be almost mysterious and calm like Patriarch or if there were some who were not so kind. Sadly, with that distraction, she barely turned her head towards Molenya's soft words right before she was stamped. Surprise flared her tentacles, making her appear twice her size before they instantly snapped back in place. Her embarrassment flared just as big, eyes wide as she looked between Molenya and Paragon. Part of her thought to dash away, apologizing as she did. But after a few quiet seconds, she'd stare at the stamp and found its design enchanted her. Cradling her hand as if it were a treasure, she smiled. A set of deadly sharp teeth hidden behind flesh flashed before disappearing into a closed "mouth" smile. It was only now that the words Molenya had spoken before stamping her clicked and a violent blue blush took over her face. She was incredible? Her? She wanted to ask if she had meant it, but Paragon stole her attention. All shyness and embarrassment forgotten.
" Like the landwalkers?! I would love to see it!" Excitement bubbled in her chest as she clutched her treasured stamped hand to her chest. Perhaps there would be little treasures they wouldn't mind her seeing? Could she take one? Could she come to see more and more of where the land dwellers were every day? She didn't have the heart to ask yet, but she didn't waste a moment in following Paragon.
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