welcome to the deep.

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original post. // viscet thread. // table of contents. // before the deep. //
what a strange sensation. // never to leave. // other.
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table of contents and the glossary

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full name. Bartholomew Nashville Ortega jr.
goes by. Nash
age. currently immortal, would be around 27
current occupation. the ocean deity Mahova's soul reaper
previous occupation. basic supply store keeper
species. viscet
gender. male
theme song. the harp of tiertu by peter gundry
pronouns. he/him
breeding gender. male
sexuality. heterosexual
significant other. none
mother. Emilia Rose Ortega (npc)
father. Bartholomew Nashville Ortega (npc)
siblings. none known of
current residence. a prestige underwater cavern with an open ceiling and plenty of space, courtesy of mahova.
previous residence. with his mother and father in the under water colony, which was a small four bedroom house with a simple kitchen, two bath, living room and den.
about nash.
nash does not easily trust anyone else unless they have previously established a bond or trustworthy act before him. He's not greedy, or malicious and truly wants to do good in the world but he has a hard time understanding others opinions of him. Nash believes that most people dislike him or hate him in some way, even if they tell him to his face otherwise. This causes a genuine distrust between him and strangers and he's quite paranoid because of it. His eyes often frantically dart this way and that, watching everyone and everything around him. are they staring at me? maybe they think im goofy.. why does it seem like everyone is watching me? they all must hate me. fine, then i hate them.

when he was merely twelve he was diagnosed with PTSD and anxiety. symptoms of both of these conditions had been unnoticeable until his checkup, the doctor had picked up on these alarming signs and had promptly diagnosed him. his mother, now aware of his condition babied him often freaking out if he so much as picked up a paper. This caused his personality, and attitude towards others to sour incredibly fast. He often has little to no patience when in the presence of other people or on his own. He also does not take kindly to being scolded, told he's wrong even if he is in fact wrong, and being babied in general for any reason even if he's incapable of moving and someone must assist him.

nash despite his aloof appearance is rather extroverted, and draws his energy from other people. other than when he rests is he truly alone. Nash can't stand being alone consciously for more than two hours, it drives him insane. though his mental state isn't the best he isn't to be blamed for it. His father, whom he is named after was quite abusive to his only son. This only occurred when his mother was away and they were left home alone together. Though his mother made a point never to be away for long, those brief moments were long enough for nash's father to be verbally abusive. Nash's father was never physically abusive, as that would gain his mother's attention. He was merely verbal, and frequently expressed his disgust over his only son while his mother was away.

when nash entered the deep and became the soul reaper, his attitude changed entirely. he was terrified, angry and most of all saddened. though he had not cared for his father his loving mother was still out there, and they would never see their son again. As mere mortals cannot view him and nash can merely effect the land around him, attempting to establish any contact with his parents had been futile as mahova would promptly put an end to it. Eventually, nash stopped trying and began working for the deity grudgingly at first. eventually however, nash began to accept this as his fate and warmed up to it slightly, that is not to say he enjoys it. He absolutely despises it with his whole heart but would never openly tell the deity this. Though nash is pretty sure mahova can read his mind.

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nash was born on February fourth on the main land of Australia by the shore, he grew up with his father and mother in a small two bedroom one bath, and a small kitchen home. Nash's home was small, and usually didn't have enough space for him to play as he wished, and so nash spent most of his time on the beach playing in the waves. when he was two his mother and father took him away from the beach for three weeks exploring different cities and towns, a type of roadtrip you could say. it was during this time that his mother and father signed up for the under water colonization project or the U.W.C.P. for short. the U.W.C.P's goal was to colonize on the sea floor of the indian ocean off the coast of australia. land was beginning to run thin as populations began to explode all over the world and similar colonies were being set up all over the world with the largest and continually growing one off the coast of california, though that colony was quite crowded. Returning back home to the coast of australia nothing truly changed until nash's eighth birthday came around. Nash was finally old enough for the small family of three to move to the colony.

Nash was informed of this and was originally distraught but soon lightened up at the prospect of living under water for months at a time. Moving into their under water home took about a week, as many australians were already waiting in line for check-in. Once past the gate they boarded a large boat about the size of a ferry. On the ship there was a low deck with clear windows so the children could peer down into the depths of the ocean as they descended and a large cargo hold for the families boarding's luggage that is if they didn't keep their personals with them. Once the ferry was full with a loading capacity of 600 the ship transformed itself into a submersible vehicle. Or a submarine. the ship then carried all 600 families to the colony on the sea floor.

The sea colony is practically a large bubble, or smaller bubbles connected to larger bubbles using tunnels. Inside these bubbles are practically whole towns minus the living areas. The smaller bubbles are where everyone lives in individual homes depending on their family size. In some places, the underwater colonies got so crowded people began bunking two on two in these already small homes. Once nash reached the age of fourteen he was employed at a shop in town, to raise money for his family. As he turned eighteen he underwent the right of passage, meaning he was finally granted full privilege of any place in or outside of town and considered an Adult by normal standards.

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I opened my eyes slowly afraid to adjust to what was around me, only to see nothing. There was only darkness and not a shard of light anywhere. My head throbbed and i gently rubbed my right temple squinting as i turned in circles to be met with the same thing. darkness. i could feel the air stir as i exhaled sharply, the darkness responding to my breath with a hiss. Suddenly i knew something was there, and i could feel the darkness like shards of ice sticking to my body begin to thaw. As if i was a plant who had gone dormant during the icy months of winter. turning there was a flicker, there was a spark. A brilliant blue glow that at first, i was hesitant to approach. It drew me however and i complied approaching with an outstretched paw eager to rid myself of the dull frosty ache the darkness around me had somehow thrummed into my soul.

As i neared the brilliant glow it flashed brighter than before and the darkness receded astoundingly fast. I stumbled back startled by the outpouring, the cerulean light hovered for a moment before flashing once again, duller now and i heard a voice. Merely a whisper at first before it's lulling song faltered and my trance snapped. Frightened i pulled away from the flashing orb of light, now however it remained still. Then the voice returned, it was bright and clear it's tone soft yet firm. As if it meant business but not to startle me. young one.. the voice said, hissing and sizzling as if i was speaking to the sun itself. I could not speak, it felt as if a toad was tangled in my vocal cords. I am known as Mahova.. it whispered as slowly the tranquil form of a glowing viscet emerged it's wispy limbs floating with the currents,eyes still the bright cerulean blue it outstretched it's pale paw to me, which i hesitantly took. Flooded with light i let out a gasp and suddenly things felt different.

The ground around me felt light, as if i was standing on nothing. A dull, almost tingling ache echoed throughout my body and i blinked looking up at the now smiling ghost who was studying my motions intently. where do you think you are young one? it asked pulling itself forward closer to me, it's wispy tendrils flowing with the current. "i- i dunno uh, in my head? have i gotten knocked out?" i asked pressing my paws to my temples and attempting to remember how i got here with this ghost?? mahova it said? the being chuckled it's cerulean eyes glowing brighter with each breath. no, no young one. Your in the elemental plain, no one but me can see you here. I am mahova, the goddess of the sea. the being spoke with certainty as if he would know exactly who she was. but nash was clueless. "uh- who?" the being smiled and spoke once again.

mahova. your kind know not of the ancient deities, but we exist same as you. i was dumbfounded and silently racked my brain hoping for some clue as to where i was and who this mahova thing was in front of me. Coming to the conclusion that i was wasting time i watched as the being circled be curiously. you are not my kind, nor are you a species of the ocean.. are you of the land above? it asked it's orbs flashing. "i-i come from the underwater colony. i've been down here for years." i spoke hesitantly, in truth despite my age i felt like i was ten being scolded by my mother for eating a cookie without asking or not washing my paws before dinner. It rumbled softly mimicking what might be mistaken as an mm. It swirled for a moment before exhaling seemingly decided on what it would do. You, have been selected. my previous soul reaper's being has faded. rendering me without company or someone to rescue the tormented, drowned or lost souls of the sea. you will become my new soul reaper. this is an offer you cannot refuse.

jaw agape i felt stunned, what was this thing saying? that i had to stay here? "no-no i have to get back-" i was cut off by the beings now increasingly agitated voice. There is no back. only forward. you are my soul reaper now, the sooner you accept it. the better. now, to get you settled. I've wasted enough time as it is. there is a job to be done. what may i call you? it rushed his cerulean orbs narrowed slightly. "nash." i said, confusion fluttering in my brain, but it was clear the time for questions was over and so i followed the being as it led me off, confused and scared and feeling like a ten year old bumbling kid.

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nash coming to terms with the fact that he is now practically a ghost, and is stuck here, forever to serve the ocean deity.
3rd person perspective.