1x1 - amethyst, and The Ninth One

[Jeydon]

One on one roleplay of amethyst, and The Ninth One. Please do not post if you're not us or a mod/staff person, but feel free to observe!

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arvia, known as "via" by friends, is a
mermaid that could be described as
both whimsical and oppositional. she
is intriguing and curious, but can be
stubborn and mouthy at times. her na
me translates to "from the seashore."
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arvia, aka "via"
twenty one years old
former mermaid, now
cursed w/ human legs
fascinated by humans

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[Jeydon]

Name: Lukas Salathiel
Aliases/Nicknames: Sala
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Profession/Rank: Doctor
Appearance:

(FC: Sean Maher)
Lukas Salathiel is a man of rather average stature - only slightly taller than usual, if anything. He has rather pale skin, though darker, olive undertones are visible. Lukas has short, pure black hair, that is usually kept rather neat. HIs eyes are a dark, charcoal blue shade. Unlike the common pirate stereotype, Lukas maintains his appearance quite well, appearing as a rather respectable, dignified man.
Personality: Lukas is a rather practical, down-to-earth individual. He is cautious and forward-thinking in dangerous situation, and does his best to avoid acting without a plan. Lukas is quite charismatic and likeable, a very decent person, fundamentally. He is honest in everything he does - from never going back on his word, to owning his actions - and is not afraid to show his pride when he truly does have something to be proud of. Lukas has a very strong moral code, and has a strong sense of justice. As a doctor, his code consists of a moral requirement to provide medical aid to anyone in need - be they an ally or an enemy. He is a hard-worker, and a very determined, ambitious man when he has a goal.

[Jeydon]

It was a warm day at sea, though not unpleasantly so. The sun shone brightly, providing natural heat, however the gentle, cool breezes of the sea settled the temperature, preventing humidity from setting in.
Standing in the bow of the ship, Lukas Salathiel looked to be rather calm, an arm resting on the side of the ship as he took in the soft breezes, amplified by the ship's movement. Before him, a brilliant expanse of blue lay, with only the smallest speck of land in sight.
"Oi, Sala! You see that?" It was Jonathan Thornton that disrupted Lukas' perfect composure. Upon his call, Lukas turned to meet the gaze of his crewmate, situated across the bow from him.
"Land? Yes, I do," Lukas responded in an even, measured tone, before looking back out to sea.
"You want to tell the captain, or should I?"
"Whatever you'd like, Thornton," Lukas responded in a rather tired tone. He was particularly fond of this Jonathan Thornton, though he was able to keep any negative convictions from his voice.
As Thornton rushed from the bow off to the main deck of the ship, Lukas found himself left once more in a calm, peaceful silence, for which he was quite thankful. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy the company of others - he actually appreciated it greatly - however over the past few days, he had managed little sleep, in a particularly vicious storm.
As the speck of land grew larger, into a visible, small island, Lukas turned his attention more closely to the shore. It was often that they would find intriguing things along the shores of such islands - from old shipwrecks to bone beds of slaughtered crews. This time, however, it appeared that nothing of particular value or interest was to be found on the shore.
"Ey, Sala," Markus Kingsley, another crewmate of Lukas', greeted him casually as he made his way swiftly up onto the deck of the bow, "We're bringin' 'er around the island, just to check for anything that could be promising on the shore."
"Standard protocol, then," Lukas replied with a nod, giving his crewmate a short glance before turning his attention back to the island.
Kingsley said nothing more, giving a mere grunt of agreement.
The two stood in silence for several minutes as the island drew nearer. It was rather simple - sandy beaches covered most of its shores, with cliffs dominating a small stretch of the north-west side. The interior of the island was covered mostly by a large, tropical forest, rather level in elevation, however this forest was dotted with higher areas of sparser vegetation, resembling a highland climate.
It was as Lukas looked back to the shore that something out of place came into his sight. A distinct blob on the sand, that, as they drew closer, became clear as a sprawled female figure.
"That's... That's a... I's a woman!" Thornton struggled to find his words, joining Lukas and Kingsley on the bow once more.
"Very observant, Thornton. Notify the captain, please," Lukas responded, leaning over the bow in an attempt to get a better view of the girl.
"Right here, Sala!"
Tomas Newton, the respected captain of the ship, joined the party quickly, having cast off the helm to his second in command.
"Ah, Captain, there's someone stranded on the shore. I'll get my basic medical supplies ready while you bring us in," Lukas responded, turning to face the captain and gesturing past him towards the lower decks of the ship, where he immediately started towards.
"Stop, Sala." The Captain extended an arm to block Lukas' path, receiving a confused glance from his subordinate, "We won't be going in. We're already a week behind our scheduled arrival time, even following standard protocol is against my better instincts. We don't have time to stop right now."
Lukas stared at the Captain for a moment, incredulous.
"What the hell, Captain?! No, you don't just leave someone to die! Have a little humanity and think for a second! That is an actual human life on that shore, and our destination? We're not even meeting anyone there! It can wait!" Lukas insisted, raising his tone slightly as his stance shifted into a rather strong, stubborn one.
"No, it can't, Sala. That girl can. We can come back for her later, if you really insist upon it."
"No, she can't! She'll die! I'm sorry, Captain, but I can't let you abandon her."
"Oh, really, Sala? You can't? You can't?"
"No, I can't. First, do no harm. And by abandoning a helpless, likely death-bound human being on the beach, I am most certainly doing harm."
"Forget about your code, Sala. This is a pirate's life. Our purpose is to do harm!"
"Well, to hell with our purpose! My purpose is to protect the inhabitants of this world! Now, before I jump in the water myself, bring this ship in!"
"I am the captain of this ship, Sala, and I deliver the orders, I do not take them! Now, go make yourself instead of standing here defying your captain."
"Sorry, Captain. I truly do respect you, but you're making it awfully hard for me to show it right now."
With that final quip, Lukas shed his heavy brown trenchcoat and ran to the side of the ship. Hoisting himself onto the railing, he hesitated for only a moment before pushing himself into the air, his form molding into a streamlined diving stance from years of experience.
"Bloody hell, Sala! You idiot!"
Lukas failed to hear his Captain's remark as he breached the surface of the water, the splash of his impact blocking out any other noise.
He was lucky, Lukas realized as he came to his senses, that it was a calm day. If it hadn't been, he wasn't sure he could've fought the waves to shore. However, given the calm, ideal conditions at sea, he made his way to the shore of the island rather easily.
Dragging himself out of the water, drenched, Lukas took a moment to scan the shore, before locating the girl.
"Hey! Are you alright?" Lukas took towards the girl at a steady jog, ignoring the cries from his crewmates for him to return to the ship.

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- - - - -Arvia awoke to the distant sound of a voice. Light poured into her vision as she opened her eyes, trying to sit up. "Ugh!" She let out a choked gasp as she coughed out a bout of seawater. Her throat was parched and stung from the salt of the ocean. The water had never hurt her before. In fact, everything somehow seemed different now. The sun seemed too bright, her skin too dry, her breathing too difficult.

- - - - -As her vision came into focus, she could make out the source of the voice. It was a man. A human man. A handsome human man. And they were on... Land? Panic and confusion pricked at Arvia. Her people weren't permitted to interact with humans, nor to breach land without accompaniment. She needed to leave, to get back in the water and swim until she found home. But when she attempted to move, her body felt wrong. Her clear blue eyes traced down until she saw them. In place of her beautiful, strong, shimmering tail was now legs.

- - - - -The mermaid didn't know how to feel. She had often fantasized about having legs and living a human life. Walking, running, dancing. Their world seemed wonderful and enchanting. The fact that the merpeople were forbidden from being a part of that world had only deepened the desire that Arvia had to experience it. But now it was really happening. Her tail was gone, and she was horrified at the loss of it.

- - - - -How had this happened to her? She dove through her memories, desperately trying to piece together the events that led to this. She remembered a cavern. The waters were dark and murky, and an eerie malevolence whispered around the arched rock walls. The sea witch. Every mermaid knew that she nested in a secluded cavern off of the jutting cliffs of the western coral reef. Many believed that she was a legend to scare the merlings, but none had been brave - or stupid - enough to venture over and find out for themselves.

- - - - -It was foggy, but she could make out a man's voice in the cavern. Firm, authoritative, reasonable. It was her father, Thelonious, second-in-command to the King of the merfolk. A second voice was present, too. This one was higher, a woman's, though it sounded like seaweed being ripped from its roots and eels cackling. The sea witch. So she was real. Arvia knew it. The mermaid struggled to remember any other details, but the last thing that came to her were the words "deal," "curse," and her father's exasperated shouts of protest. Had her father done this to her? Did he strike a deal with one of the most lethal, conniving inhabitants of the sea?

- - - - -Via's mind was reeling. She longed for more memories, for an explanation, but came up blank. Her thoughts snapped back to the situation at hand as she focused in on the human standing over her. He was tall, from what she could gauge by the limited knowledge she had of humans. His hair was dark and rested in tousled waves. Deep blue eyes shone at her under a brow furrowed with concern. Via decided that he seemed nice, and seeing as she had no other options, she chose to utilize his help. "Yes, I am all right, thank you." She didn't recognize the term he had used, but tried her best to mirror his human slang. Arvia adjusted her body into a stance that she could stand from. The thin, linen shift that covered her did little in the purpose of clothing, but at least the sea witch had been practical enough to provide her with it. While merfolk were not modest about their bodies, Via knew that humans covered themselves at all times, and it was socially taboo not to. It had seemed strange to her before, but made more sense now that she was out of the water.

- - - - -Arvia righted herself, feeling unbalanced and clumsy on her new legs. When she tried to take a step, she lost her balance entirely and gripped onto the human man, attempting to stay upright. "Forgive me," She said to him. "I'm not accustomed to this... walking."

[Jeydon]

(Sorry, on mobile so this will be a lot shorter)
"Hey, take it easy," Lukas warned, supporting the girl's weight carefully with steady arms.
Lukas took a moment to simply observe this girl, scanning her for any visible injuries. He didn't find any upon his initial glance, for which he was rather relieved. However, possible scenarios soon flooded his mind - the girl had mentioned she was 'unaccustomed' to walking. How long could she have been kept prisoner in such horrible conditions to now be presenting this level of physical ineptitude? Of course, Lukas was simply inferring she had been held prisoner - it was the most likely explanation, in his mind.
"My name is Lukas Salathiel, I'm the doctor of that ship over there." Lukas gestured vaguely to the ship rocking in the water by shore, the crew obviously in chaos on the main deck. "Can you tell me how you found yourself here?"