u n d e r the s e a }}. semi-literate.

[indefinite,]

{{ yes, only maisey c: in the mermaids information post, one of their three rules is that if a mermaid somehow manages to get found out, they mustnt rat out the others. }}

[without a doubt ♥]

{{ ~so close to being done with my fourm one more thing to fill out~ }}

[indefinite,]

{{@everyone; if your character is upon the front page, you dont have to finish your forms. for the rest of you, i have yet to put you up simply because you either have just one form to fill out or you've only started on your female's form and not your males, which kind of upsets me and begins to give me a feeling of favoring your female over your male, so lets get that fixed shall we? c: }}

[- poppeh]

{{@everyone; if your character is upon the front page, you dont have to finish your forms. for the rest of you, i have yet to put you up simply because you either have just one form to fill out or you've only started on your female's form and not your males, which kind of upsets me and begins to give me a feeling of favoring your female over your male, so lets get that fixed shall we? c: }}

{ I've started on both my forms? Do I need to add more to them? I can do that. }

[indefinite,]

{{@poppeh; umm... yes. alot more actually. im looking for history. }}

[moon.]

|| Hello my fairest dear, may I reserve moi self a female mermaid, and since I need a guy, a male that knows? :3 I'm not like the rest ||

[indefinite,]

{{@bea; all reserved c: }}

[- poppeh]

{ if anyone want their character to know about Delmare post here or PM me so I can add them into her history. c: }

[moon.]

✧ idea for the content of this form goes to [∞]
✧ this form is copyright to me
✧ pictures belong to rightful owners
✧ face character for alessandra is bar refaeli
✧ face character for karter is francisco lachowski


x ʜɪᴘsᴛᴇʀ, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ x
↜ ✌ ↝


ᴀʟᴇssᴀɴᴅʀᴀ ɢʀᴇʏ ↝ allie ; 17 ; the wild one
they call her the hipster queen, the dancer of the feathers

peace ✌ ↝

wonder ☆ ↝

mystery ☪ ↝

lust ♥ ↝

longing ☍ ↝

hopeless ⚔ ↝

spirit ♑ ↝

x ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ sᴍɪʟᴇs x
↽ ♒ ⇁


ᴋᴀʀᴛᴇʀ sɪᴍᴏɴᴅs ⇁ karter ; 19 ; the brave soul
and yet none of them understand just who I am.

seaborn ♒ ⇁

quiet ◇ ⇁

panic ✵ ⇁

confusion ❂ ⇁

anchored ⚓ ⇁

freed ✈ ⇁

trapped ♊ ⇁

[111misc]

"Me? You want to know about me? Well, that's a first. All I could tell you is that this town is not really for the faint of heart, you know? I mean, there are some pretty....uh...interesting people here. And to be frank, I'm not one of them. Your time would be much better spent asking one of those kids who they are. But, I guess if you really want to know, my name's Caleb Frost, no middle name, no fancy mumbo jumbo. Just plain Caleb Frost, but I go by Caleb. My dad was Aiden Frost, but he died when I was young, some sort of accident. I don't know much about it, my mom, Rebecca, doesn't like to talk about it much. I don't mind, really, it's not like I'd be better off with a dad, my mom's so great. I'm seventeen years old, turned last month, on the eleventh, and my favorite color is grey. It's always been grey, since before I can remember, because it's such a strange color. It can be soft or metallic or strong or dull. People seem to forget about grey a lot, and only remember bright things like pink and orange and blue. Well. I like grey. So there.
More? That's not enough, well, uh, okay, I guess. I've lived here since as long as I can remember, and you'd think it'd be boring, but you'd be way wrong. I can't tell you right now, because well, I don't want anyone overhearing us, but let's just say not every one here is totally...normal. You'll see what I mean eventually. I only know one girl right now who's different, but I bet she's not the only one...whatever. You'll figure it out for yourself, I did, after all, and I'm not the brightest in my class, either.
About my life, well, I've got a dog, a big hulking mastiff called Quixote, but my mom and I usually call him Keyho. I've never really loved animals like that or anything, but man, Quixote is awesome. We go for runs a lot at dawn and dusk right on the beach, with the surf in our toes...or rather, my toes, his paws. It's great. Actually, I'm a big ocean person. I guess it comes from living right near it, but the sound just calms me. I think it's so powerful, too, and so grand. Sometimes, I can't even wrap my mind around it, it's so big and so deep. Deeper than the tallest mountains! Geez. Not to mention everything in it. It's crazy.
I guess it makes sense I love the water so much, what with my history and all. I only just met you, so I don't want to give you the whole pity-party yet...it might be a little too much for you to handle if I just randomly break out my whole sob story. So I'll just say that my dad used to be a fisherman, and he would take me out on our boat all the time to fish together--that's the only thing I remember about him, the smell of fish and the boat. Her name was Amphitrite, like in Greek mythology. I was stranded out there, one day, because something happened to him and he passed out. He was sick a lot...that's why he died, in the end, I know. From his illness. If he got too much sun or exerted too much effort, he was spent, and sometimes he passed out. That was one of those days, right in the middle of a storm, when we were trying to get back to shore. It was pretty traumatic, to be honest, but once it was over, I felt like such a warrior, like such a survivor, I didn't even mind. I worried about him, though, according to my mom. I wrote him cards while he was in the hospital and when he came home I made him breakfast in bed. My mom says he died on the sea, just like he lived on it. Seems fitting, and that's probably how I'd want to go, too. The sea saved my life, when I was out there, a little kid, all alone practically on a boat in a storm. I could have been tossed overboard, killed and drowned. I could have sunk the ship, more than likely, if the coastguards hadn't found us in time. But I remember feeling so perfectly in tune with the waves, even though they were crashing on top of out ship, beating it and hurting us. I remember how incredible the water looked, black and grey and white. It reminded me of a pride of lions, and I think I did some pretty foolish, young-kid type things, like roared at it, or something. It felt like one of those friends you have when you're a little kid that you always scuffle with, but never really means you any harm, and when they hurt you by accident, they stop and apologize, and look at you all nervous, in case you're really hurt. I felt, strangely enough, safe.
And ever since, I've never felt any danger around it. I don't own a boat, now, but obviously I wish I did. Because I can only be so close to the wild sea swimming in the shallows, or running along the shore. It's different, out where you're the only living thing to be seen above the water for miles. So I've been saving up some money, but there's not much in my account, because my mom doesn't have enough to spare, and though I have a job, most of that goes to our bills and stuff, also. It's not so bad, it's not like we're so poor we're starving, and I don't mind working, since it's good experience, but I admit, sometimes it would be nice to get out on the water again, like I did when I was small, and find that friend I've left behind."
for those unwilling to read through:

name: Caleb Frost
age: Recently turned seventeen
gender: Male, of course
basic facts of history: He lost his dad when he was young, his mom never said exactly how, but he knows it was to his illness, and also on the ocean. He used to go out on a fishing boat with his dad when he was still alive, and fish. One day they were caught in a storm, and Caleb almost died, but ever since had a strange love of the sea, as if it were a great adventure.
He loves his mom, they're not very rich, nor are they poor, and most of his life has been pretty mundane.
basic personality traits: He's easy-going, a bit annoying at times, not extraordinarily happy, in fact, he can be quite sad at times, and he has a very deep longing in his heart for things. For the sea, for a friend in the world, for the truth, for family. It describes him nicely. He can also be quite shy, except for a few select people he chooses to open up to--there have been very few in his past, however. Most he shuts out automatically.
physical qualities: He's a tan child, with a good frame, strong looking, but not too the point of perfection. His hair is a medium brown that is not overly handsome or unique, but adds to the slightly brownness of his entire complexion. His eyes are a very light, very striking blue, the most beautiful thing about him, though sometimes they lose their grace and sharpness because he hardly ever meets anyone's gaze, and they're always directed at the floor.
knowledge of: Allesandra Grey as a mermaid.