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

[baestille]

sometime soon, my friend,
for I am only a stranger.
;name; noah mae evans
noah is a name of no natural beauty
but noah herself is. she
naturally goes by nicole, as she
dislikes her real name, and
to most, they believe her real name
is noah. her father
named her noah, as they
expected a boy, and
promised that no matter what
happens, that, that name
would stay. it was somewhat like
a promise they must keep,
like all the other promises they made
were broken. so they were determined
to keep this one.
noah herself doesn't mind
the name, as it fits her, and she loves
it, makes people think
shes a boy at first,
yet shes not.
replaces her legs. noah has that
tail that shimmers with her
complexion. her tail is a light blue
just like her eyes, but when upset, its
tips are replaced with soft red.
mae is a name of a great grandmother
who passed away in a fire. it was caused
by some gangs who believed that the old
people were on a trip. they weren't.
fin never knew her grandmother, but
from what she understands, she was
very important. evans has been a family
last name for three generations, and her
family would like it to stick forever.
from what I hear
I am no longer a stranger.
for I am fin mae evans.

sometime soon, my friend,
for I am only a stranger.
;name; noah
noah hasn't had the best life
like it seems. because of her
fathers 'accident' her life.
well. sorta flipped. she
became very anxious.
quiet, and sometimes
depressed. her mother would
tell her that at least hes alive.
and she would reply.
'alive wishing her was dead.'
her pink cheeks used to be alight to
anything, now her face can
become down, and very...
un soft at sudden
changes. her life is. well.
aggravating. she doesn't
hate it, but she cant love
it either. and quite frankly.
she wont.
why. what
did i do to. to.
to what?

"For I am a no human, and, still, I am no monster. For I. have no appearance, as I have salt water in my veins. I am just a fish. a small fish in a pond of big fish. "noah is not what she seems. she looks quiet really, yet she's a loud mouth. her voice is smooth, but that comes with a tail. she can be a sarcastic b*tch sometimes, really. her monotone-tone can raise with sudden movement. noah doesn't enjoy being so secretive, so she relies on being a loud mouth and thinking about other things. she's got a thin complexion, that she keeps healthy with little fat, and lots of muscle. her eyes are some what close to the atlantic ocean, bringing in soft specks of seam foam green. of course her tail takes after this, while small hints purple here and there. when angered the tips of the tail-fin spark red, but return a seething blue. noah a spark, no longer ignited, waiting for that gust of wind so that she can return.

noah was born on december third. it was a crisp winter morning, and the breeze was sending soft snow flakes onto the child's face. she was born at a 'home hospital'. with a doctor of course. in big bath tub which cradled her mother and father who birthed their child, in water. as they excited the rosey pink house, they both laid soft kisses on the child forehead before strapping her tightly into the car seat. they refused to stay at the "hospital" as they had no family there. the family was at home. as their expressions faltered and change, in the car, they remembered the name. "welcome home..." her mother said softly. "well, what are we going to do? Call her nameless?" her father kyle said, withing a sarcastic tone. "oh shut up. Well call her noah, like we planned." before kyle could speak, the new and loving father had no words in this decision, the words spilled out. "welcome home, noah." as they took the child inside, family gathered, to look at the prized possession which was new, and untouched. like a phone ready for use. as time went on, noah grew with loving parents to care for her, and a father who was everything. literally everything. they did soccer, football, anything, video games, shooting a gun. it was them together, life went round an 'round with him and her, two peas in a pod. the pod being her mom, making sure they did nothing stupid, and them being the slipping away peas. noah's father was driving home from work on a stormy january sixth, when the lightning struck. the car flipped, landed halfway in restaurant. noah was at school, when the lady from the office turned on the speaker. ''noah, please come to the office.'' as her feet led her to the confined room, the news caused her to crash into pieces. he wasn't dead, but he was paralyzed. he sat in the hospital everyday, fully conscious, and all he waits for. his one and only. noah. she burst out of the door, down the hall way, onto her bike, and down a rocky side of the beach. people didn't normally go there, so others wouldn't notice her. it was perfect. a perfect place to scream and scream. when she climbed into the pool of salt water, she couldn't help but sit there and sob. she was what, eleven? what more could you expect. that's when it came. she could feel something. her legs stung. her eyes dried quickly. shimmer. plop. a shimmering tail sat there, and noah screamed. her eyes watered again, but she forced her self out of the water. no attention was drawn. as soon as her body dried, and the tail was gone, she rushed to the hospital. her father was there and her hand grasped his, and she sat there, and sobbed. again and again. six months later, he was released from the hospital, but could barely walk. the palatalization had barley worn off, but over time it wear off more. he does as much as can with noah, but she's seventeen, and there not much you can do.

"a history is only a faint memory of the past. why in the world would it be important, can we just, like. focus on the future. "

© of this form ;; my form. its pretty lame, but whatever. ill edit it later.
© credit of this character ;; me. i made her up in my lollipop land in my head. hur hur.
© credit of picture ;; i dont know who these belong to, but the credit goes to the right ful owners, as they are beautiful images.
©©©©copy right ;; huntress. ©©©©

life is hell,but what
do expect, a magic
fairy to come down and make it
heaven.i think not.
;name; rylie gandie ralien
rylie gandie ralien is
a name of family love.
rylie was was named
after her mother,
who when betrothed
changed her full name
to start over new.
when rylie was born
her father left not
wanting a child at the
time, so her mother
named her rylie, as if
expecting her to become
a better version of herself.
gandie is a her fathers
middle name as her
mother wanted
her to carry him with her.
forever. ralien is the name
of her brother who
died at birth from
lung collapse.
rylie is soft, quiet.
shes a quiet one.
youd expect her to
keep a secret,
and she will. she keeps up
to her promises,
she thinks it
better that way.
how can you expect
heaven to be in-front
of you, when your already in hell?

life is hell,but what
do expect, a magic
fairy to come down and make it
heaven.i think not.
;name; rylie
rylie didn't know
that the brians
weren't her real parents.
when the cops
came to her house,
hours before her
birthday, she freaked.
is this why they
didn't have baby
pictures. what was
going on. before
she knew it
shes was at the
police station.
a woman with blonde hair,
sat there
with a nonchalant look
sitting in her eyes.
who was that?
why was she here.
why is she staring at me?
the words spilled out.
"mom."

how can you expect
heaven to be in-front
of you, when your already in hell?

"if i can keep secret, why cant you? or are you just scared, that if you keep that secret, you'll be in an even deeper hell than before? "rylie is soft, her personality was born that way. her mother taught her with kindness, and she follows after what she thinks. her face is simple complexion, shes simple really. her face is heart shaped, if you must put a name to it, and its fu-filled over blonde waves of hair. her eyes are crisp blue, that contain secrets, and yet, suck them right out of you. her thin build contributes to her running, and walking, which she does nearly every day, being the age of seventeen, what do you expect? her nose is like a button, round at the tip, this really sorts out her face, and she has pink lips that tell the simplest words, with rare detail, it would have to be important. rylie can be a little sarcastic sometimes, and even a party animal, but shed never do that in public, maybe with her friends, or some-one shes really close to, of course, but no stranger. defiantly no stranger.

rylie, was born on a sunny march sun rise, to two unweathly parents who didn't care much about a child. Her father, darwin gandie lyle was not interested of the responsibilities that contribute to a child, so he left.
Within a day the house was smack clean of its value. As her mother wrapped her in soft green blanket her lips singed her child with warmth. her mother decided that I order to assure her daughter being healthy, she left her on her neighbors door step, and knowing the sweet lynns next door, her daughter was in good hands. over time, the child had no name. the expected a family member to come and re claim the child. yet over time their hope loosened and the strings between the 'orphan' and the wealthy new parents became tightly attached. The gave their new daughter a name. rylie. it seemed like such a grace ful name, and it fit her perfectly. as time went on, the first word, the first steps, they grew more attached to the child, treating it like their own. people asked why they didn't turn the child in, and they simple replied, 'because'. because they didn't want the girl to grow up depressed. because they thought the child was too precious to deserve that. little did they know, that the real mother was waiting for a chance to snatch the child she birthed, and to have and to hold once more. as soon as she reached the age of seventeen, cops arrived on the door step.'are you the brians?' pause. 'yes..' 'do you have a child.' 'yes' 'a daughter?' 'yes. why?' 'please grab her, your going to have to come with us.' the cop car smelled distinctly of pot and smoke, and the seats were torn, so rylie had to sit in shot gun, her parents in the back, luckily, the station was only five minutes away. as soon as they arrived, all rylie could see was a red convertible. wait, isn't that, the neighbors car? as they walked, the neighbor sat quietly, smiling her, watching her. what was going on. the cop asked her to sit, and the adults moved into a room. hours had passed, and rylie could make out a few words that passed through the cracked open door. 'shes.' 'mine.' 'what?' 'no!' 'wait' 'please' when her family came out, her mother jessica brian was sobbing holding a tissue gently to her nose, her father, joesph brian giving his daughter a look of sorrow. the blonde woman came out holding a stack of papers, and a bag of clothes. she smiled at rylie at sat down besides her. '' hello dear. i think i have alot of explaining to do. '' rylie only stared at her 'real' parents, got up, and ran over. "mom. dad. whats going on. '' they sobbed together in unionism. grasping their daughter who was slipping away. 'we love you.' their voices were soft. 'call us if you need us.' her father opened her hand, placing a sheet of paper in side it. 'i love you, rylie.' the parents were pushed away into the door. and the blonde lady wrapped her child in an embrace. she slowly led her sobbing daughter outside, and listen to her cry's while watching the brians leave. 'you'll see them once a month, hun, but you were always mine.' as she slid into the drivers seat, and watching her daughter sliding into the passenger seat, she started up the engine, and drove out the parking lot, onto the freeway. 'so, lets start when you were. well, born. your father didn't, really want you. so you were left with me, i didn't want you to be left with a poor mother, so i left you with the brians. i got a job, which i now own the company, and i want you back, so i can have at least one year with you. so here we are. together at last.' her voice quieted down, and her daughter sobbed, 'i dont want to be with you.' she whispered, but rylie know it wasn't audible. so from there on out, she lives with her mom, and being even more secretive, is making it worse.

rylie can be a little, well, tentative to her mother. she dislikes her mom in most ways, but she loves her. she cant say no to that.

© of this form ;; my form. its pretty lame, but whatever. ill edit it later.
© credit of this character ;; me. i made her up in my lollipop land in my head. hur hur.
© credit of picture ;; i dont know who these belong to, but the credit goes to the right ful owners, as they are beautiful images.
©©©©copy right ;; huntress. ©©©©

I will change and add everything tomorrow. It's late, and tomorrow is Friday so ill be good.

[carrie dee.]

{ Hey, hunt, would you mind changing your charrie's name? My male's name is Finn, and there's a user named finn., so it'll just get too confusing. xD }

[baestille]

{ Hey, hunt, would you mind changing your charrie's name? My male's name is Finn, and there's a user named finn., so it'll just get too confusing. xD }

{{ sure, but could her nick name be fin? c: i can understand how confusing that can be, ill change right after i finish my human <3 }}

[average]

{ oh my goodness. i am in love with this roleplay. could i steal the last girl slot? i'm so excited i can hardly contain myself ;w; }
{{ i hope you don't mind her strange back story & name; i had fun with it. the name actually comes from a story i wrote last year, and i grew rather fond of it. this is a major wip }}

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;; mermaid ; eighteen ; a bit on the o d d side ;;
❝Ｉ'Ｍ ＮＯＴ ＬＩＫＥ ＴＨＥ Ｒ Ｅ Ｓ Ｔ❞

❝ｐｉｐａｋｅｌａｌｉａ ｋｎｏｘ ｒｉｔｔｅｒ ; ｏｈ ｓｏ Ａ Ｖ Ｅ Ｒ Ａ Ｇ Ｅ．❞

Pipakelalia has a bit of a odd name, if you haven't noticed. Her mother was a bit strange; she was obsessed with strange things and would sometimes ramble on about things even Pip couldn't understand. Pip was home schooled, away from people for the most part, and wasn't aware that this was strange, nor that her having a tail was strange either. It wasn't until she grew slightly older did she finally understand that from any human's perspective, she was leading a completely fictional and insane life. She was always called Pipakelalia by her deranged mother, but quickly adapted to her preferred nickname.

❝ａｎＡ Ｄ Ｕ Ｌ Ｔ ; ｎｏｔ ｔｈａｔ ｉｔ ｍｅａｎｓ ａｎｙｔｈｉｎｇ．❞

Pip is eighteen, but she doesn't really care. She used to want to grow up, grow up, grow up, see the world, be her own person, but after her past, she realized she shouldn't have wished so much upon her future, but rather focused on her present.

❝ｌｅｔ'ｓ ｔｈｉｎｋ ; ｗｈａｔ ｇｅｎｄｅｒ ｄｏ ｉ Ｌ Ｏ Ｏ Ｋ ｌｉｋｅ？❞

She is very female, in case you couldn't tell by a glance, though I don't see how you wouldn't.

❝ｏｎ ｔｈｅ ｓｕｒｆａｃｅ ; ｏｎｌｙ ｔｈｅ Ｂ Ａ Ｓ Ｉ Ｃ Ｓ．❞

Pipa stands at a height of 5'8. She is slightly above average height, and has long, slender legs. She has wavy, brown hair with natural highlights that goes down to her back. She has grey-blue eyes

❝ｍｕｃｈ ｍｏｒｅ ｔｈａｔ ｔｈｅ ｅｙｅ ｃａｎ Ｓ Ｅ Ｅ ; ｔｉｍｅ ｔｏ ｆｉｎｄ ｏｕｔ．❞

Pip is a very curious girl. She had always been told what she couldn’t do; never able to venture far, never seeing other people. Because of this, she sometimes gets into situations that are dangerous without realizing it; she’s very innocent and oblivious. The last thing she wants to do is be inside doing nothing.
When it comes to style, Pip doesn’t know much, so she kind of makes up her own style. She loved to mix and match different styles and prints. She leans a lot toward florals, along with any patterned fabric. When she lived with her mother, Pipa mostly sewed and made crafts, so she has a lot of homemade clothing. Pip doesn’t really understand why people wear virtually the same thing, or wear something uncomfortable because they think it looks good. She likes being unique; when she first came to Lindon, she tried to fit in, but then realized that simply wasn’t her.
Pip is a bit of a “naturalist” - she never would dye her hair, and she likes healthy foods, as she was brought up on them. The first time she tried fast food she was completely disgusted, she prefers soups and organic food. She does like candy, though not a lot of it. Her average meal would be herbal tea and something like rice with veggies.
She doesn't really mean to, but she charms her way into things. It's not like she's a try-hard, it's just in her nature. Perhaps it's something about her big, baby blue eyes and her big smile that just makes people warm up to her, but she loves meeting new people, and she has a huge heart. She is incredibly innocent, although she doesn’t mean to be. Pip is also very genuine, she doesn’t understand sarcasm or insincerity, and rarely lies, because then she is guilt ridden until she confesses.
Despite her weird little quirks, Pip is a really easy person to talk to. She is a really good listener, and doesn't get distracted as much as people might normally be. Despite being a good listener, she is very fidgety, and can hardly sit still. That is why she loves taking hikes and walks; to keep herself moving, keep exploring. Another reason why she is a really good listener is because she is a huge nerd - she loves learning new things, things that may seem completely normal to you even. If she thinks she might learn something from you, she'll be the best audience you can find. Oftentimes she will ask you to demonstrate what your explaining, so she could pick it up.

❝ｔｉｍｅ ｔｏ ｇｅｔ ｍｕｃｈ ｍｏｒｅ Ｐ Ｅ Ｒ Ｓ Ｏ Ｎ Ａ Ｌ ; ｏｎｌｙ ｉｆ ｙｏｕ ｗａｎｔ ｔｏ．❞

Pip's past is a bit confusing, especially to herself. When she was younger, the only thing she was truly sure of was that her mother was completely crazy, and that she had to deal with it. Pip never had a father figure in her life, and lived in a house on the rocks, with the waters straight below. Her mother always went herb picking and sang strange songs that she never seemed to understand, and was quite the scatter-brain. Pipakelalia ended up having to do most of the necessities herself, apart from cooking - that was something her mother loved to do.
One day, a terrible storm brewed up, and the old, wooden house collapsed. Pip was outside at the time, and managed to find shelter until the sudden storm passed. Her mother wasn't so lucky. The house had collapsed into itself. Pip ran as fast as she could to her mom, but it was too late. her mother had passed. Pip had never been allowed to go into the water, nor was she allowed into her mothers study. But now all locks were gone, and everything was scattered; it was strangely quiet after the storm - not a single wisp of wind. The grief-stricken girl gave it her all to find all the lost pieces of her mothers random collection of items and writings, and once she had found them, was shocked what she found. Many intricate drawing of sea life, and most of all, mermaids. There were tons of them. She read her mother's random pieces of papers as well, and found that her mother wasn't as crazy as she thought - just nostalgic and protective.
According to what she read, which was an assortment of journal entries and old memories, her mother hadn't wanted Pip to know about mermaids. Her father had been a sailor that died at sea, and, overcome with grief, Pip's mom had left the mermaid world altogether; preferring to hide with her sorrow and her little girl. Pip had to deal with all of this information on her own, as well as find a way to survive. So, doing what she could, Pip packed up what she could and set out to find somewhere to live, for she couldn't fend for herself here. She tred on and on until she found a train station, and managed to scrap up the money for a ticket to the nearest populated area; Lindon. She begun to wander around, and finally sat down on the sidewalk, now her hair ragged, and her body exhausted. A woman saw her, and took her to the police station,t thinking she was a lost child. From there, she was put into foster care. After finally settling down, Pip's thoughts turned to her mother's secrets.Her mind wandered to the ocean; she had always been drawn to it, but was obedient to her mother. One night, she decided to try.
She stood at the water's edge, hair blowing this way and that, and inhaled deeply. There was no one around from what she could see; she checked multiple times. Finally, Pipa put both feet in the freezing water; steadily going farther and farther. Her teeth were chattering but, sh barely noticed. She gasped, not believing. Her tail- she had a tail. Surely this was impossible. Ever since then, Pip decided to keep this a secret, and frequently went into the water. She marveled at it; this was amazing. She was soon adopted by an old woman whom she loved with all her heart, and since she already had taken care of her own mother for all her life, Pip was able to take care of her easily; they were perfect match.

ｌｏｖｅ ｉｓ ａ Ｎ Ａ Ｔ Ｕ Ｒ Ａ Ｌ ｔｈｉｎｇ ; ｓｏ ａｒｅ ｍｅｒｍａｉｄｓ．❞

She has never really had a love, simply because she was shut out of the real world and never really had the chance.

[without a doubt ♥]

{{ @finn, diem, and hunt;; hah, i think we might as well add finnick odair into this bunch! }}

[indefinite,]

{{@bea; i just want basics and history. once you have that your good c:

@huntress; hun, thats not quite good enough in the form catagory. i need actual information, basics, history... all of it. quote it when your finished. also, i have to agree with diem. the names are too similar.

@ariel; yes, it looks fine. please hurry.

@anchor; please make a male. i need the forms done by tomorrow.

@poppeh & hurricane; unfortunatly, you've yet to post apon the thread or finish your forms at the deadline. your reservations have been revoked. if you are committed to this roleplay, pm me please. }}

[carrie dee.]

{ Hey, hunt, would you mind changing your charrie's name? My male's name is Finn, and there's a user named finn., so it'll just get too confusing. xD }

{{ sure, but could her nick name be fin? c: i can understand how confusing that can be, ill change right after i finish my human <3 }}

{ well. . . no. This might come out as harsh/unreasonable/etc., and I really don't mean it that way, but that'll get much too confusing. I mean, by charrie's name is Finn. It's, like, the same thing. Maybe something else? :s }

[baestille]

{{@bea; i just want basics and history. once you have that your good c:

@huntress; hun, thats not quite good enough in the form catagory. i need actual information, basics, history... all of it. quote it when your finished. also, i have to agree with diem. the names are too similar.

@ariel; yes, it looks fine. please hurry.

@anchor; please make a male. i need the forms done by tomorrow.

@poppeh & hurricane; unfortunatly, you've yet to post apon the thread or finish your forms at the deadline. your reservations have been revoked. if you are committed to this roleplay, pm me please. }}

got it c; I've been working on that stuff two<3}}

[shay ;]

{ deffs; of course. I'll be done by tonight. Promise. I came home, so late yesterday and had no time. Gah, I am such a loser. Meh can't even finish a form.

[Sero]

((Um, could I join? I'm not sure how far this is, but I was interested yesterday too XD, if so...I'd like to reserve a mermaid and a guy...))