The Unexplored Reefs;Literate;New

[Toxi+Bbun]

{{Can I reserve a mermaid and a hunter?

-Toxi}}

[princess pudding]

{ Could I reserve a mermaind? c: Thanks for inviting me.

[- drift.]

✝ ✝. no need to hesitate, our time is short.
{ - bradley - . - male - . - eighteen - . - joker - }


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{ - n a m e - }
☛"it's bradley tanner marks. nothing too special."
☞His name is Bradley Tanner Marks. Some have called him Tanner, Mark, or even Brad. But he susally just likes to stick to plain old Bradley; it's what suits him best. He was named after his grandfather, Bradley Weaver, whom passed away soon before his birth. He had been planned on being called Keegan, but - much to Bradley's thankfullness - the choice was changed.

{ - a g e - }
☛"nineteen."
☞Yep, nineteen. A legal adult. Sheez, whoever created that rule might need to think about changing it. Bradley Marks being legal on the road, and in the town is an enormous mistake. Have you ever seen him try to drive a car? Or pay a bill? Ha! Good luck, my dear.

{ - g e n d e r - }
☛"I don't think I'd be able to pull off a miniskirt..."
☞Bradley is male. One hundred percent. There is nothing feminine about this boy at all, except for maybe his obsession with how his hair looks, and the style of his clothes; but that's just because he wants to look good. He is most definitly a boy.

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{ - h a i r - }

☛"dark brown, and it stands up a bit. like a quiff."
☞"Ah, the goods!" This is how mister Marks describes his own hair. It's brown, and a bit spiky, quiffed up over his head -and that's just how he loves it. Bradley adores his own hair, and can't refrain from running his fingers through it with every chance he gets. Sometimes, he will wear it underneath a beanie or boggin, or even underneath a snapback. But, however it's styled, or hidden, it will always have to meet his standards and expectations, which - when it comes to his hair - are extremely high. It's a dark shade of brown, and isn't very long, falling to the top of his ears when he lets it hang loose; which is almost never. Give him a compliment on his hair, he'll love you forever.

{ - e y e s - }

☛"my eyes are hazel."
☞In huge contrast to his hair, Bradley isn't too pleased with his eyes. They're this boring shade of brownish-green, more commonly referred to as hazel. He wants everything about himself to be unique and un-ordinary, but his eyes don't fit that image and he hates it. Average length eyelashes, underneath thin brown brows, with a hazel colouring. Nothing else. Quite dull, or at least he thinks so.


{ - s t r u c t u r e - }

☛"lean and healthy. i'm not really a body builder."
☞Not a body builder. Psh. I beg to differ. Bradley is extremely lean, so he doesn't look like the type to hav ean immense amount of muscle. Don't get me wrong, he has thin arms, and average-sized legs. But, his stomach? It's a different story. He has a six pack. No, I'm not kidding. He's quite strong, if he actually applies himself. He has the six pack, the v-line, the ribcage, everything. It contrasts his arms and legs by a longshot, but it doesn't bother him. Anyone ever insult him being weak, all he has to do is lift his top.


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{ - p e r s o n a l i t y - }

☛"outgoing. amiable. humorous."
☞The inside. You mean his personality? Oh, psh, that's easy! Well, kinda. It's easy for him to understand, but I dunno about all of you guys. Oh well, I'll try. How about I split his personality up into three main parts. Okay, well, I have three stereotypes that kinda fit him perfectly. "The Lovable One", "The Jokester", and "The Cocky Guy". Let's start out with Bradley being "The Lovable One." This one isn't really one that he would consider to be true, but other people seem to think it to be, so he might as well share it. Most people think that Bradley's lovable. Someone they can easily get along with, and someone to listen to them. I guess another word for it would be that he's just an all-around people person. And, now that I think about it, it is true, I guess. He is a good listener - he doesn't care to hear what people have to say. And, he actually tries to cheer them up as best as he can. And he tries to get along with just about everybody, although, if they're douche-bags, he might have to make an exception. Ha, just kidding, that was a joke. Oh, great way to bring in the next part of his personality! The jokester. Okay, so he's not exactly side-achingly funny, but he can toss in a joke every now and then. He's not the kind of guy who uses sarcasm and dark humor for his jokes, he usually makes them genuinely good-humored, and funny. He likes to mess around, and just have a good time with whoever he's with, no matter what they're doing. Okay, yea, I know, you're ready to finally find a negative aspect about him, and you're about to get your wish. He's a little... cocky. There, I said it. He's cocky. Self-absorbed. All about himslef. Yah happy? Well, don't get me wrong, he loves other people. He loves to be around friends, and have a good time. But, when a problem strikes, he's the first one outta there. His life is the one that's most important to him, not anyone else's. Kinda harsh, yea, I know. But hey, he's being honest, he's gotta get a few extra points for that, right? Right?


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{ - c r u s h - }

☛"a few over my childhood years, but none now."
☞Nope, he doesn't have a crush. Of course, Bradley's seen plenty of pretty girls in his lifetime, and might have crushed on a few from time to time, but he has never really saught after that opportunity. He's looking for someone perfect for himself, not just a pretty face, or friendly smile. He wants to know who they really are before he gives them his heart. He might be a jokester, and simple-minded boy, but he can think things through if he needs too. And his relationships have proven to be one of those things.

{ - l o v e r - }

☛"waiting for the girl I want to be with forever."
☞Bradley is pretty picky when it comes to his romantic choice - which is probably why he's never dated before. He wants someone who accepts him for who he is, not someone looking to date him, because of his popularity, or good looks. He won't ever date a girl before she gets to know him extremely well first.

{ - e x e s - }

☛"I've never dated, so none yet."
☞Yeah, you heard right. Bradley Marks - this incredibly hunky, hilarious boy - has never dated anyone, girl or boy. Nope. Never. Bradley has always kept a keen focus on his friends and family, and keeping a good reputation with others, to actually focus on dating. Sure, he's kissed before, or went out to the movies or to dinner with someone, but it was never on an actual 'date'. It was just a friendly get together, with someone he was close to - not romantically. So, yeah. He's never dated. So, I'm sure that if he ever does get the chance, he won't be too good at it.
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✝ ✝. and all your little things.
{ - felix - . - female - . - eighteen - . - shy girl - }


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{ - n a m e - }
☛"it's felix amanda thorne. unusual, I know."
☞Her name is Felix Amanda Thorne. She wasn't named for anyone, and her name doesn't have any special meaning behind it, her mother just thought the name sounded fairly decent together, and that's what she decided on.

{ - a g e - }
☛"eighteen."
☞Yes, believe it or not, this sweet, child-like girl of innocence is eighteen A legal adult. Although she acts much more shy than those of her age normally are, she is an adult.

{ - g e n d e r - }
☛"I don't think I've ever seen a guy as cute as me."
☞Felix is most definitely female. There is not one fiber of her being that contains anything masculine, whatsoever. Her voice is high, her features are feminine, and she has all the strength of a twig. She is most certainly a girl.

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{ - h a i r - }

☛"dark brown, and wavy."
☞Felix is a typical brunette, with shoulder-length brown hair, that falls in gentle waves around her neck, framing her face. She isn't a fanatic about her hair, who has to have everything perfect before she leaves the house, she just makes sure there aren't any tangles, and lets it hang around her face.

{ - e y e s - }

☛"my eyes are brown."
☞In huge comparison to her hair, Felix's eyes are also a dark, chocolate brown color, soft and sweet just as is her spirit. She has relatively calming eyes - ones that don't usually hold a flicker of mischief.


{ - s t r u c t u r e - }

☛"I have all the strength of a twig."
☞She's not lying. Felix truthfully has no more strength than the stem of a flower that's beginning to droop. She probably couldn't do more than one push-up if she tried. But, then again, she isn't the type to have pride over antyhing, so why add strength to the list?


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{ - p e r s o n a l i t y - }

☛"shy. tiimid. musical."
☞"Gah, my personality, huh? Well isn't this just getting better and better. Okay, I'm going to break my personality down into three different parts, and then describe them to you. That's easier, yeah? Okay, well, I'm known as "The Shy One, "Miss Musicality," and "The Bookworm." I'll start off with the first one. I'm known as the "Shy One." Okay, well, I don't disagree with that, at all. I'm not mute, or anything, I can still talk, I just choose not to talk as much as other people. Sure, if my input is needed, I'll talk for as long as I need to. But my words are usually accompanied by a bashful smile and lightly flushed cheeks, and I pause to correct myself alot. I dunno, if I get to know you really well, then I'll open up to you about pretty much anything. But, I don't do well speaking to strangers, I get nervous realy easily. Okay, yeah, moving on. I'm also known as "Miss Musicality." My brother tells me all the time that my mum sang to me, even when I was in her belly. Is that weird? Oh well. He says that she sang to me up until the moment she died, which, I guess, is why I do the same. I can't stop singing. Ever. I sing while I'm watching tv, I sing in the shower - of course - I even hum a tune when I'm eating sometimes. If there's ever a song stuck in my head, you'll know it immediately, because I'll be singing it. Lastly, is, I'm a bookworm. I'm not a nerd, or anything, I just like reading, is all. Books are interesting to me - they're like movies in your head. And, instead of the movie producers ruining your image of a character, by using some actor who looks nothing like you imagined, you can think of a character in any way you wish. Ah, yeah, erm, sorry, I was rambling a bit."


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{ - c r u s h - }

☛"a few over my childhood years, but none now."
☞No, Felix doesn't have a crush on anyone, and doubts she ever will. She's the shy and timid type, the kind of girl who doesn't voice her own opinion very much at all, and keeps to herself. Guys usually go for the outgoing girls, the ones who go up to them. She's just not that.

{ - l o v e r - }

☛"waiting for the boy I want to be with forever."
☞Felix is waiting on that perfect someone - the kind of guy who will listen to what she has to say, and not critisize her like so many others have. She wants someone with a nice smile, and warm eyes, someone who is there for her when he needs them to be.

{ - e x e s - }

☛"I've never dated, so none yet."
☞Nope, you heard right. Felix hasn't ever had a boyfriend. Not even once. Sure, she's liked a few guys, or even kissed them, or maybe gone out a few times, but has never actually dated anyone for very long. Or, at least, not before they found someone they liked better.
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[Vespur]

-Wip on History, Likes, and Strengths.-

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Name : Arrow Lyn Jackie
Nicknames : Air could work, but she usually goes by Arrow usually.
Gender : female.
Age : seventeen, and her birthday is in October with the date on the 12th.
Height : five foot six.
Weight : close to a hundred and two.
Hair Color : a light with dark brown mix with blonde highlights.
Skin Tone : a nice light tanned summer skin tone.

Eyes : a nice bright yellow that seems to be dipped in the sunlight when it is it touched by the sun's rays.
Scars : one that is on my arm, and wraps around my wrist. Stitched up as well, and usually pink in color against my skin so it's very easy to be spotted.
Wears : a brown old swan necklace tied by a rope around her neck. Given to her by her mother, and wears it ever where she goes.

Species : a mermaid, and he has the ability to grow human legs, and change back and forth between the two. Yet, she is driven by her heart to the water, and when touched she usually does change when fully covered by water. If a drop of water touches her, she won't change, yet if drenched she will by her normal mind of her species. When she turns her tail will be a soft aqua color, with dark blue scales, till the ending tail is the auqa-ish color of the sea. It makes her height with it go to five feet eight with the tail.

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Personality : Arrow can be very quiet about things in her past or even about the daily things in her life. Over time she was a person to let out her true feelings to teachers as well as friends. Though, when she began to notice her words of truth becoming lies or even hated she began to just give the people what they wanted which was her own words hidden from view. If she does trust you enough she might let some feelings out as well as her mostly guarded secrets, though don't consider in a first meet that she would just throw out some tales of her past or feelings. Earn her trust and win her secrets, but hurt her with them and she will become your worst friend you ever found. Plus, she is normally quiet and shy at first as well due to her normal traits that her with her. As well at first Arrow might seem a very cold person even if she does hold her secrets. She will be iced, stone hard, and unemotional till she break though, but at first meeting she is hard to anyone she meets.
Next you will find is Arrow is a loner. A loner suits her just fine but at times she wishes for more than just the small group of friends she has, as well she hates begin left out of happenings which pushes her to loner. She does try to get this up to maybe more than this, but she knows it might take some time. Yet, loner does have its perks with not begin in the middle of the drama she doesn't wish to have.
Sometimes she is considered cruel on the outside at first due to her secretive coldness, but to herself she is a nice person at heart. She does care enough to even try to get them to change as well as saying nice things to them, so even though words say she is mean she does have a sort of deep down caring side that does show when she is around nice people like herself. She can be protective of her friends feelings which is hurt in any way the cruel side would appear. Sometimes even in the mist she would give her life for others. Though she does hope it will never come to that but if it did she had to for a friend she would. So she can be nice, sweet, shy even, but she does never heave her cruel side leave that sometimes does mix with this to make her somewhat interesting to newcomers.
History : wip.
Strength & Skills :
Wip.

Weaknesses & Fears :
-Acrophobia- Fear of heights.
-Hematophobia- Fear of blood.
-Spiders
-Sharks

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Likes : wip.
Dislikes : flirty boys, mornings, loud noises, stupid people, bugs, fake myths about mermaids , people hating on others, and watching hearing or seeing death not by my own hands.

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Sexuality : straight.
Dating or Crushing On : no one.
She is : single.
Anything Else : nope.

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[indefinite,]

-------Sweet as chocolate, the fresh scent of mahogany arose within the room as she stepped through the doorway. The ringing in their ears, much like bumble bees, buzzed ever so slightly; it was like they were swarming around that honey suckle skin of hers. Peachy freckles dotted her nose and cheeks, just below the rim of the designer sunglasses: Oaklies. She deserved the best and she got the best. Her hair fluttered down her diamond shaped head, resembling the utter insanity one would encounter when digging for a jewel such as herself in the rough. As satin as a curtain shade, it seemed to drizzle down her back, molding its way through and throughout her nimble features, finally coming to a rest just below her shoulder bone behind her, and her chest before her. Her lips parted into a challenged smile: a child indeed. She couldn't have been more than eighteen years old as her appearances described, hour glass body as nimble as her fingers, they themselves pushing back a strand of her golden locks. Worn out jeans, a slim back tanktop in place beneath the jean boyfriend cardigan. A darker shade, cedar brown buttons to match the native based floral petal patterns within her shirt. For her shoes? Nothing more than a freshly bought pair of Toms. It was much of a thrown together piece, neither lavished or lacking in the time consuming decisions. It was... casual, but it was enough to make another gawk in uttermost jealousy. It was a horror when another didnt even have to try to appear comely.
-------"We don't have all day you know." Her voice was gentle, careful in her catagory of words. Though the impatient edginess in her voice was as clear as her molten honey eyes. They peeked from the shades that rested apon her face. She was just as beautiful even when the bright sun shone down apon her and made her skin seem pale in comparison. With such a delicate, porceline appearance as she had been doved for life with, one would have figured her skin to refleck the warm rays off like a mirror. The beach's sand was warm beneath our feet, giving the tingling sensation ontop our shoulders like we were sitting too close to a fire. Beyong us, southward, the sea beckoned us towards it. She refused my plee to join me in the white water and sat apon the small sand hills to watch he fail miserably at impressing the beauty. She looked like a goddess, sitting apon the highest of the sand dunes, blonde hair flowing peacefully against the wind. Pocahontas flashed within my mind before I finally decided to join her once again. She refused to touch me until I was dry.
-------She'd gotten a bit reckless, or so she explained, taking off her shoes, rolling her jeans into capris, and swinging her shoes alongside her. Our hands entwined. She wasn't comfortable walking alongside me until we had gotten to the end of the beach, where a faded picket fence blocked our view, a mass of lumbering palm trees extending into a forest beyond. I was relentless to follow her as she climbed over, being more civilized apparently, but she was as stubborn as a dog, and I was in no position to leave her when she could possibly need me most. She ended up not needing me. She knew her path very well, claiming she came here on occassion. She led me by the hand, and I was forced to submit to those smoldering eyes of hers. I knew I was in trouble when she extended out her lower lip and I saw the pitiful puppy-dog eyes only the smoothest of lassies could pull off without effort, cocking her head to add a little to make it even more difficult to say no. It was like saying 'no cookie' to a new puppy. Before I knew it, we'd found an odd rock formation. She seemed perfectly at ease. Me? Much more apprehensive, but I didnt prove it. If she knew her way, she knew her way. When we were in the heart of the dark chocolate, molten rock, I could feel a tense as her fingers parted from between mine. Without a glance towards me, she leapt into the crystal clear, sea waters in the pool smack in the middle of the rock.
------- "Lenana!" I'd shouted her first name, not even thinking of her request to be reffered as Nina. Her head broke the surface of white bubbles, sorreled waters. I felt a sudden urge to confront her like any father would heir child. "Lenana Karin Ellsworth, what are you doing?" A fire arose in her honey eyes, a hiss between her teeth, and I suddenly felt like I was being attacked by a swarm of bees. With skin dappled in water droplets, hair shoved flat against her head with a light brunette shade, hair twirled into thin, damp strands, it made her look even more vicious. What I didnt expect next was a large, scaley bronze tail sweeping through the water behind her. Her angry deminor vanished with a flash of surprise on my face, and it was replaced with laughter, as if it were all a joke to her. It seemed to be, because when the bubbles drifted away and was that the tail was attatched to her lower abdomine it had to all be a prank. My eyes met hers in an instant, and I was suddenly overwhelmed with the feeling that life wasnt as it seemed. This childish girl before me, the one with a sweet side to her flaunted aggressivness, had more than fantasy looks. She was a mermaid.

[Rivkah]

the r e b e l l i o u s goldfish
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Introductions
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{{ ηαмє ;; Eva Aurora King.

E v a is a female given name, the Latinate counterpart of English Eve, derived from Hebrew name meaning "life" or "living one."
A u r o r a is the Latin word for "beauty" or "goddess."
K i n g is, well, we all know it means a monarch.

{{ αgє ;; Eighteen years of age.
{{ gєη∂єя ;; Female.
{{ ѕρє¢ιєѕ ;; Mermaid.

A mermaid is a woman of two elements; the sea and the land. This allows her legs upon the earth, and fins upon the sea. Whenever saltwater hits her skin, she is welcomed back to the sea.

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Physical Notations
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{{ єуєѕ ;; As green as grass of the land or kelp of the sea. They are very bright, a forest green hinted with highlights of gray occasionally. They are of a normal size, but they see very well under water.

{{ нαιя ;; Going down past her shoulders, Eva's rich brown hair can be wavy or straight, mostly depending on how long it's exposed to water between showers. It's thick and fine, though it doesn't tangle easily. She will either leave it down or braid it, most times it depends on the situation.

{{ ѕкιη ;; Her skin is an odd phenomenon. It will stay at a light, sun-kissed tan when she walks upon the earth, but underwater it takes on a more ghostly pale. It's healthy, though, and has a good complexion overall, being fairly free of scars and blemishes. The only notable flaw is a jagged scar on her shoulder blade from being caught in a fishing net when she was younger.

{{ нυмαη вσ∂у ;; Her human body stands at 5'10", which is hardly a bad thing. She's taller than most people, causing her to be a bit gawky or awkward, but it definitely helps. To fit this large height, she weighs a healthy 140 pounds. She is very thin and nimble, but for the life of her, no matter how much she eats, she can't gain much more weight. This is probably due to all the swimming she does. She will wear anything from ripped jeans and sweatshirts to Converse and a halter top. Her style is relatively outdoorsy and boyish, and she will never dress fancy.

{{ мєямαι∂ ƒєαтυяєѕ ;; Ah, the fun part. Eva is nicknamed the rebellious goldfish by the other mermaids that she does know. You will understand the rebellious part later, but for now, let's focus on the goldfish part. Her tail is bright orange, with the occasional white or yellow fin, and is beautifully shaped like that of a goldfish, except longer. The scales are even, and a bright, shiny orange hue.

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Under the sea
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{{ σνєяαℓℓ ρєяѕσηαℓιту ;; Eva is the most... colorful character you will ever meet. Stubborn to the bone, she never does anything she doesn't want to. She has slight anger issues and sometimes snaps easily. She is fiercely loyal to the few that she trusts, and she is completely paranoid. Her beliefs are that humans should keep their noses out of mermaids' business, and mermaids will then do the same. She will not make excuses and freely admits mistakes. She makes a lot of mistakes and is often too quick to judge humans. She views them as people bent on malicious act and would sooner hit herself over the head with a baseball bat than let them have their way. This makes her very secretive to newcomers.

Eva does things her own way and could care less what other people think. She definitely does not fit the shy, sweet mermaid stereotype and will go out of her way to prove it... without proving the existence of mermaids. Though she is often reckless, she is also extremely cautious with anything concerning her species. To her, there are no second chances, so if you stab her in the back, you better get ready to face the consequences.

If you manage to get past the shell of her personality, Eva can be quite agreeable and friendly. However, she has not met a single person who has accessed this side yet. It would take heaps of trust and patience to get to know her, which most people do not have. This has convinced her that there is no one she can trust out there, which has left her rather close-minded.

{{ ιηтєяєѕтѕ ;; Eva has found that she likes human rock music. It's the only music she will listen to. She also loves anything to do with the outdoors. But most of all, her love is the water. it's only to be expected from a mermaid. Her house is only three blocks from the beach and she uses that to her advantage. Eva, overall, is a very free-spirited, artistic person.

{{ ανєяѕισηѕ ;; Eva's biggest irritation comes from humans. It is very plain and simple: she distrusts humans. She also is not fond of scalding temperatures, preferring cooler weather. She is very skittish and loathes being caught off-guard. She reacts violently to this and it almost never ends well. She fights firmly against being kept in the dark, lied to, or betrayed.

{{ ѕтяєηgтнѕ ;; Eva's loud mouth and quick thinking allows her to stand up to people and make her voice heard. She can easily get herself in and out of trouble, and possesses enough physical strength to easily fend off attackers.

{{ ωєαкηєѕѕєѕ ;; She's so closed off, she is afraid of trusting people. It's Eva's biggest weakness. It leads to her being rather anti-social, even more so toward humans. While she can be strong psychically and mentally, her emotions are another story. If she is softened up, she will trust you completely. That is her largest downfall, and leads to her fear of being stabbed in the back and left lonely. While it may seem like she prefers the quiet, even she needs companionship.

{{ ƒєαяѕ ;; Eva's largest weakness and fear is the fear of trusting anyone. Human or mermaid, she can never get too close because she immediately pushes them away. This is in no way a good quality, in fact, it is her worst trait. She hates the prospect of being left without anyone to confide in, and it leaves her with a lot of emotional pain. She is scared of the idea that the person she'd grow to trust would turn on her.

{{ нιѕтσяу ;; Eva spent her younger years without school. The only school she did go to was high school and college, and now she is a marine biologist, giving her an excuse to be near the water at all times. She doesn't remember any family, having shouldered responsibility from an early age, alone. She has grown used to living alone, being alone, and walking alone.

The most notable event of her childhood was the very thing that gave her the shoulder blade scar. She was only about twelve, having fully embraced her species by then. She had been swimming, too careless to watch where she was going, and caught herself in a fishing net. The effort to escape had mangled her shoulder from the rudder of the boat, and she escaped with a scar, leaving a broken net for the fishermen.

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Relations
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{{ ƒяιєη∂ѕ ;; No one close.

{{ ƒαмιℓу ;; Unknown.

{{ яσмαηтι¢ ιηтєяєѕт ;; You haven't figured this out by now? No.

{{ ℓσνєя ;; As if...

{{ ραѕт ℓσνєѕ ;; You expect her to have any?

{{ ¢σмραηισηѕ ;; No pets.

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[faraday]

[ May I reserve a Hunter? Please and thank you. (: ]

-Rainy

[princess pudding]

“ι’ve goт тнιѕ мagιcal ѕecreт. yoυ’d never gυeѕѕ ιт—вυт…ι don’т тнιnĸ ι can тell yoυ jυѕт yeт.
leт’ѕ вe ғrιendѕ ғιrѕт. мayвe…мayвe тнen ι can тell yoυ. ι don’т lιĸe ĸeepιng тнιngѕ тo мyѕelғ.”

You are my sunshine
My only sunshine
You make me happy
When the skies are grey
You'll never know dear
How much I love you
So please don't take
My sunshine
Away

The other night dear
As I lay sleeping
I dreamed I held you in my arms
When I awoke dear
I was mistaken
And I held
My head
And cried

You are my sunshine
My only sunshine
You make me happy
When the skies are grey
You'll never know dear
How much I love you
Please don't take
My sunshine
Away

You are my sunshine
My only sunshine
You make me happy
When the skies are grey
You'll never know dear
How much I love you
Please don't take
My sunshine
Away

❤ naмe //

“My names Izzy Crisp and it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

❥Izzy’s full name is Isabella Crisp, but as time went on, her nickname became Izzy. She doesn’t normally tend to go by anything else, being as there wasn’t anyone in her life to give her a better name. Often times she will spell it different ways, such as ‘Izzi’, or ‘Izzee’ for creativity, but it’s mostly from deprived lack of friends and family who were never there to call her silly names.

❤ age //

“I’m fifteen, almost sixteen. Surprise! I know, I look an awful lot younger.”

❥Despite her small, innocent stature, Izzy is nearly sixteen years of age. This tends to surprise most people she comes across, as her appearance claims to be but fourteen or even thirteen—nearly a child through their eyes. This may be from a quick, fuzzy childhood that forced her to grow up too fast, creating a youthful personality and warm smile only the devil himself could turn away from.

❤ gender //

“Shouldn’t that be obvious? Haha, I would hope so!”

❥Izzy’s gender is all but vague—her long, lush black hair and wide grey eyes promise more than just feminine features, but a beautiful young girl hiding whatever hurt is inside. She has always been a girly girl with the love for pink and frills, but she’s willing to change her character and doesn’t focus on what others think about her.

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❤ general appearance //

“It’s what’s on the inside, not the outside.”

❥Izzy’s appearance is a series of features. What may appear to be a completely normal young girl goes much deeper than a smile and glistening grey eyes—the feet that stand before you can easily change within the touch of water, believe it or not. The tales that sweep around the coat of Hawaii are all but false, and Izzy is the one to know, being a mermaid herself. Done ever let looks fool you. She may be a beautiful mermaid, but that glistening fish tale has brought her nothing but hurt from day one, and it seems like the lack of trust may never end.

Izzy’s hair is a silky jet black and the color has yet to fade. It falls down to her shoulders and flows freely when absorbed in the water, giving her the appearance you might picture a mermaid. While on land, she prefers to keep it in pigtails or sectioned out in ribbon, which only seems to add to her youthful appearance. It resembles nothing of her personality, which is energetic, kind and daring, but it adds a nice touch. Even so, she loves every aspect of it.

So this is what you meant
When you said that you were spent?
And now its time to build from
the bottom of the pit right to the top
Don’t hold back
Packing my bags
and giving the Academy a rain check

I don’t ever wanna let you down
I don’t ever wanna leave this town
‘Cause after all this city never sleeps at night

It’s time to begin, isn’t it?
I get a little bit bigger but then I’ll admit
I’m just the same as I was
Now don’t you understand?
That I’m never changing who I am

So this is where you fell
And I am left to sell
The path to Heaven runs through miles
of clouded Hell right to the top
Don’t look back
Turning to rags
and giving the commodities a rain check

I don’t ever wanna let you down
I don’t ever wanna leave this town
‘Cause after all this city
never sleeps at night

Like her hair, Izzy’s eyes are every light shade of black—in other words, grey. They contain small flecks of hazel, copper and brown, but it can only be seen when in the sunlight, but the color itself is obvious. If there is anything that stands out the most in her appearance, it would be her big, adorable eyes that seem to get her anything she wants. They have been nicknamed ‘the Bambi Eyes’, which Izzy finds amusing but kind. Who knew such a bland color of eyes could gather so much attention?

And then there is her figure—a feminine, tiny body—anything but strength-worthy. She’s flimsy and clumsy, but her tiny size makes it easy to get through sticky situations. In any case, most mermaids are typically graceful and skinny, but Izzy does have her differences. She doesn’t mind her size, but it does make it harder to prove to people of her real age. Like her big eyes, her body shape gives only more reasons to her innocence.

This section of her appearance, my dear reader, isn’t something she can share easily. Izzy is a mermaid, and that means she has more than just two legs and a waist. Her fin matches the same grey shade as her eyes, but it contains beautiful scales of white and silver, resembling a minnow fish. Although only other mermaids see it, there is no argument valid—her fishy features are the most gorgeous of her, but it has also doomed her to a life of hiding from hunters.

❤ perѕonalιтy//

“]This’ll be fun! Don’t you agree?”

❥Izzy is known as an extremely oblivious but loving girl who acts more like a ten year old verses a fifteen year old. She is kind, caring, and is easily attached to those she loves…Once she gets to know you, she won’t ever leave you alone. She’s a sweet little spirit who’s curious of the world and pure at heart, even when tried to be taught corruption or placed in a world where escape is not an option. She is easily distracted by things, especially when it comes to frilly clothes, and is still often oblivious to love, drugs, and such other things that had ruined the world. She is normally much too trusting of strangers, which causes her to be a target to those who would want to snatch her up, or in this case, hunt her down.. She can be horribly clueless and often an airhead to certain topics, but snapping at her or pushing her too hard will result in hurting her. She’s fragile as the snow, but her good nature and sweet personality can help bond any pain.

As a young adult, Izzy was always on her own. Living normally wasn’t an option and school was a challenge when she didn’t have parents to fall back on. She was found as a baby washed up on a shoreline, where a nice couple took her in and raised her until she was three. When they discovered of her ability, they were horrified, and Izzy left, unable to bear what they thought of her. She left to Hawaii where many mermaids like her resided, but she was met with yet another challenge: Hunters. Being so trustful, it seems as though being captured is right around the corner.

Deep down, Izzy hurts for her losses. She misses the kind couple that she viewed as a couple and wants nothing more than a person who can accept her. While it may be hidden behind a sweet smile, there is plenty she has to be sad for. Being a mermaid has it’s perks, but she has come to realize that glossy grey fin only brings hurt and potential danger.

“...I just want someone to love me. For real.”

❥lιĸeѕ
Izzy has several things that interest her. Being a girly girl, she absolutely adores the color pink and anything with frills or bows attached. She loves to swim, but she is only able to do it when far from human contact. As strange as it sounds, she prefers the rain over sunshine, as the melody it creates easily puts her at rest. Her favorite color is pink, obviously, and she has a kitten named Mittens, whom is her only friend she can talk to about her personal problems.
Her strengths, although very little, evolve around her eyes. It’s very hard to say no to a little girl with pigtails and doe eyes, which is mostly the reason she has been able to get along on her own so long.

❥dιѕlιĸeѕ
Izzy hates the dark. She fears not being able to see what’s in front of her, and not just physically speaking. Her life was never planned out and has always been a roller coaster ride, and it scares her to think it might easily come to an end if she’s caught in her mermaid form. Blood, violence and people in pain refuse to appeal to her, and she would much rather watch a happy children film than a horror movie of any kind.
Her weaknesses could go on forever; she’s terribly clumsy and has a way of getting herself into trouble, even if she doesn’t plan for it. Izzy can be an airhead and tries to see the good in everyone, ultimately putting her in a dangerous position.

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❤ ғaмιly//

“…I don’t have any family. I…No, sorry.”

❤ love lιғe//

“I’ve never loved somebody before…Well, except my adopted parents. But that’s different. I’d really like to have someone to love, but being a mermaid….I’m just not sure.”

[Bellum]

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[Bellum]

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