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[a.little.mischief]

four sirens come ashore to a small beach-side town due to their being shunned in their peaceful underwater world for classified reasons. Now, they are struggling to conceal their true identity. Perhaps they will find love? Or maybe.. they will be discovered..

[a.little.mischief]

"I am named Promise... well, okay, my full and entire name is Promise Rain Irene Meyer. But, everyone calls me Prim. You see what they did there? P.R.I.M my first, middle and last names all put together to form a nickname. Yeah... cool right? I absolutely love it! So... yeah, I'm babbling a bit, but... to sum it up, my name is Promise and you can call me Prim."

"Why on earth would you like to know that? Haven't you ever heard of the saying that 'isn't it rude to ask a lady her age?' Haha, just kidding, just kidding, I'm not like that. I'll tell you, I have no qualms about such things. I just turned seventeen, my birthday is on the 4th of June."

"I am a, ahem, human... I don't get what else I could be..."

"Um... I think that I am about 5'4"1/2 and weigh about... oh I donno! Its been a very, very, long time since I have last measured such things, haha...ha... Wait! Does it really matter? I mean... I'm small and very slender... ugh... I don't like talking about this! So... I'm not going to anymore."

"Oh, boy! This! I actually really like talking about such things. I have many small scars that mottle my legs-- when I was younger I fell down a lot.... uh, I have lots of freckles all over my body, the most defined being on my face (my nose in particular) and my shoulders. And I also have three tattoos. I have the word Imagine tattooed on my left wrist, a pretty little Ribbon/Bow tattooed on the back of my neck and on my right stomach/hip area, I have the words to die will be an awfully big adventure tattooed there. All in black ink. I love my tattoos... and my freckles..."

"Oh! I like talking about this too. Okay, okay, lemme gather my thoughts for a moment as I describe my awesomely simple physical attributes. I have ash-blonde hair (like... almost... blackish blonde if you can imagine that) that is light and dark at the same time. I have highlights and lowlights-- entirely natural. My eyes.... my eyes are a slightly different story. They are... complicated in a sense. Okay, so you know how I have a lot of freckles and my hair is an ash-blonde? Well, my eyes are blue not that uncommon, but then you take a closer look at my right eye and its freckled with brilliant green flecks. My dad used to say my right eye looked like a kelp forest before a storm and my left of the kelp forest after it. I like my eyes very much... its the one thing I have from my dad."

"Um... uh... I-I really... am bad at describing my personality... I was partially hoping this question wouldn't come up, but it seems as if I have no choice, so please, bear with me? Okay. I suppose you could say I'm stand-offish yet kind. I am... respectful, but know how to speak my mind. I am protective. Once you gain your trust, or I manage to gain yours, I will fight by your side, even if it means sacrificing my own life. That's why I have the saying 'to die will be an awfully big adventure' on my hip, because I believe in that firmly. I don't care about my well being when it comes to protecting and saving friends or comrades. But good luck earning that title, for... I am not very... good at trusting people. I don't know how to handle my feeling at times, and at these times-- I usually run. I am wary and sometimes don't fight back when I have nothing to fight for. I can be fun though, I like to tease and goof off. I think that sums up my personality."

"Oh...boy... this... will be hard to explain... for me anyway. Um... I live with my mother, and only my mother. No siblings or father. Anymore. My father and only brother (and only sibling) died when I was ten, they... were... killed in an accident. So I am stuck with my mother... whom cares more about finding a new husband than me. Nothing too important or unheard of. So... don't bring it up, please?"

"I have my mother Genna Meyer. She is the only relative that I have, living. I also have a deceased brother whom was named Jace and a deceased father, whom was named Henry. I have no one else, and I barely consider my mom 'family' any more... Oh! Gentry is my cousin..."

"No, and no. I don't have a crush on anyone... at least not yet. No one has caught my eye or earned enough of my trust for such things... and I don't have a spouse... please read the reasoning previously mentioned.

"I have a slight obsession with seashells. Of all kinds. I can usually be found diving just off shore of the beach about thirty feet out and thirteen feet deep with snorkeling fins and goggles. I can dive for three minutes while holding my breath. My bathing suit looks like this, its black and... basically a modest bikini. I absolutely love to surf and do like, everything in the water. You could say I'm a water-baby. I work at Coral's Surf and Such."

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"Gentry Kale. My name is Gentry Kale. Gentry is what my parents named me and Kale was my fathers last name... supposedly. Nothing really much else to say except that my middle name is James. Yeah. Gentry James Kale. Fancy name, right?"

"I am seventeen. Seventeen on the dot and my birthday is the 7th of May. I share a birthday with... no one famous. and stuff like that. Ha... yeah, next question...."

"I am just a human... why and how would I be anything but?"

"...I am 6'1" and my weight is a secret. Well its a secret to me, you guess is as good as mine and such. Sigh, I guess you could say I have a quote of quote 'swimmer's body'..."

"Um... no... no not really. I, personally have never seen the point of decorating you skin with ink. And, while I do have scars, they are nothing truly worth mentioning as they are small and almost white."

"My hair is colored simply put, brown like coral rocks close to the shore. My eyes are a pure blue, the color of the depths of the ocean when one looks into the distance off of the shoreline. Sometimes, admittedly they look lighter or darker depending on my mood. Though most people aren't aware enough to notice."

"To sum up my personality? I am quiet, simply put. Wary. Snarky. Rude-- unless impressed. Anyway. I have a sharp interior, obviously, but on the inside I am a bit different. I can be sweet, charming, kind and protective. But... good luck finding that part of me. Its hidden under some wicked coral."

"Well... not much to tell. I've lived in Sunny Cove all of my life. I grew up in a well rounded household, but I have always gotten really bad grades all throughout my life."

"My cousin is name Promise... wait...No. I wont tell you anything else about me. This is pointless."

"Nope. Nope and No!"

"Didn't you hear me before? I will tell you nothing else! Well, I suppose I can tell you I am very fond of surfing and diving..."

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"Um... Hi! I'm Mason Finch. Um... I am names after my great-great grandfather and my middle name is Levi. I... am not good at talking... so... next question?"

"I am... I am sixteen, but I am almost seventeen. Yes... uh... my birthday is December 25th... yeah... the human's Christmas, isn't that cool?."

"What? Why would you ask me this? Well, I'm not apart of the Animalia or Plantae or even Homo sapiens organism groupings. I am... how do you put it... a Siren."

"Isn't this a bit too personal of a question? I mean... I don't measure or weigh myself very often... even though I probably should... anyway, you can just ponder what are my exact measurement, but I am pretty much average for both height and weight, though my weight might be a bit... lacking..."

"No... I don't see the point in the human adornment of tattoos, they have the possibility to cause major healthy problems in many persons and in use with many kind of products. Oh, and I have no scars or birthmarks that are worth mentioning."

"Um... my hair is a dark blonde... almost brown in a senese. But I prefer to refer to it as dark blonde because... to me it looks like its just dark blonde... please don't try to correct me. It doesn't matter, right? Anyway my eyes are a brilliant green, simply put, with nothing else out of the ordinary."

"Well... I am shy and a bit geeky at times. I am smart and can be seen as distant. I am extremely shy around pretty girls, even more so if I like them. I am not very talkative when you first meet me but I generally warm up and loosen up as the conversation goes on. To my friends, I can be a bit... naive... and silly. Oh, and I have a slight awe for humans whom are in touch with the ocean. Like surfers or divers..."

"I was... raised a siren, obviously. But... a few weeks ago... I... and some others were banished from our world. I think... no! You know, never mind. I refuse to tell you anything else about my past. It is really none of your business!"

"My dad, Fredrick. My mom, Lilly-Anne. My sister, Sue and my big brother, Fred."

"N-no..."

"I like to dive in the ocean (obviously), take pictures (both underwater and on land, and when I can afford a camera) and learn about new things."

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"I am called Lacey Rebel. Yes... my last name is actually Rebel, but my first name is not actually Lacey, I got that name because I love to wear lace. My real first name is Bethany-Mae. But that was also my mother's first name. I was extremely close with her... and now that she is gone... Anyhow, just call me Lacey. Ha...ha..."

"Why do you want to know? Why should I tell you? Oh...this is similar to an interview, right? Oh... okay... I guess I'll tell you then. I am sixteen and a half on the dot, currently. My birthday is on the 19th of September."

"Seriously?...What kind of question is this...? Oh alright, you pried it out of me. I'm a siren. Don't you dare breathe a word of this, understand?"

"Wow... you want to know a lot about me, eh? Okay... well, I am 5'5 1/2". So... I'm about average right? Maybe... a little taller, but.. Oh! I got sidetracked. Okay, okay, next question... my weight... wait, my weight? What kind of question is that?! Ugh. All you need to know is that I am skinny and willowy."

"Um... this is a bit... a generic question, haha. My hair is a dark brown, almost black if you think about it. It looks brown in the sun but almost pure black when I am under man-made lights. I like my hair, its not very unusual or unique but my eyes make up for that, hehe. My eyes are a pale grey, some can consider them... almost ghostly... icy... cursed. I love my eyes. They make people take me seriously."

"Well, I have really now defining marks or scars. But I do have three tattoos. I like the human adornments of ink on skin. One on the front of my left shoulder, another decorating my left wrist and the last decorating my right ankle. The one on my shoulder is basically the words I want to believe..., the one scrawled on my wrist is the three words, it goes on and the tattoo on my right ankle is just a plain fleur-de-lis. I love my tattoos, but don't ask me to explain them to you... well, if you ask I might. If I can trust you."

"Really? Seriously? Why do I need to... Oh alright. I am quiet, and sometimes a bit of a snark. I stay quiet because I try not to speak my mind, which usually has snarky thoughts hidden in it. But it doesn't always work. That being said, I am bold, loyal, sweet (when I don't speak my thoughts) and can be considered at times... Icy. But. It doesn't matter, if you don't like me, then allow me to say simply this: I will not change for anyone, they must accept me for who I am."

"No. I will not tell you that. There will be some privacy on this darn form."

"My mother, Bethany-Mae Rebel is dead. My little sisters, Haley and Genna are also deceased. My dad has been missing since I was five."

"I love to wear lace, its one of the few human inventions I like. It is why I am called Lace. My favorite color is white, even though I almost always wearing the color black. I currently have no other useless information to give you."

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[castielle]

. : n a m e : . "Hi, my name is Olympia Winters, but when I spell 'Winters' I often put a love heart above the 'i' instead of a dot. Either that or I put a love heart at the end of my name. Either way, my name always contains some form of a love heart. <3

. : a g e : . "Why exactly, may I ask, do you want to know? Okay, fine, I am sixteen at the moment, and my birthday is September 30th. As far as I know, it isn't a special day."

. : s p e c i e s : . "I'm sorry? I'm not quite sure I understand... I'm human, as far as I know. What else would I be? A mammoth?"

. : p e r s o n a l i t y : . "Oh, this is a hard one, I admit. I can't say that I'm a... girly-girl, but I'm not a tomboy either. I am just an ordinary teenage girl, I suppose. I am compassionate, and also a bit shy, unfortunately. This doesn't help me much when I'm around the opposite gender. I tend to just blush and back away as quickly as possible without seeming rude. I am sensitive emotionally, so I am easily hurt, but I am terrible at holding grudges, so I don't have any enemies. Come to think of it, I don't have many friends, either. Even so, I make do. I get straight A's in school and spend my spare time behind my camera. I adore photography. So...Yeah, that's me, I suppose."

. : h i s t o r y : . "I don't have a sad past, just an ordinary, uneventful one. I have lived in Sunny Cove my whole life, going to the local school and hanging out at the cafe, which I actually have a summer job at. I live with both my parents, and my younger brother Mayhem. Yes, his name is actually Mayhem. I have no idea what my parents were thinking when they named him, but it's good for me. I call him 'May' when he gets on my nerves. He hates it, to put it lightly. It's quite amusing."

. : p h y s i c a l . d e s c r i p t i o n : . "I have a lithe, slender figure with slight curves and lightly tanned skin. My long, chocolate brown hair hangs in thick waves down to the center of my back. My eyes are dark green and are framed by thick, dark lashes. I usually prefer to wear summer dresses, particularly white ones. I don't often wear shoes, and when I do, they are just sandals. I don't have any piercings or tattoos. Call me old fashioned, but I don't think that the human body should be used as a billboard."

. : s t a t u s : . "I am currently single."

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[a.little.mischief]

(bump? C:)

[castielle]

}~Sorry I'm taking so long with my forms! I've had a few visitors lately and have been exceedingly busy. I'll have the forms up ASAP. So sorry for the wait!~{

[a.little.mischief]

((Its alright X3 I am an anxious person, and I begin to get antsy when people don't respond to me, or give me something (like a reason why they are not responding) to soothe my poor mind CX But... thats just me, once this is started, I promise I wont be as... well... pushy C: ))

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Promise woke up to the brilliant sun shining in her face from her open curtains. Wait! Who had opened them? Mother had probably came in. Ugh. Why couldn't she of woken Promise up? She now only had ten minutes to get out the door to get to work on time! Promise released an irritated sigh and jumped up, instantly going to her closet and pulling out her yellow bikini (she planned to go to the ocean later today), slipping it on before pulling on her uniform-- a yellow surf polo and some jean shorts. The usual. Promise sighed and tugged that on as well, slipping on some flip-flops, yanking a brush through her hair before pulling it up into a ponytail before basically running out the door. Darn. She hadn't even gotten breakfast. Oh, well.

Gentry was simply sitting on the beach, watching the sun rise. He had left his house angrily last night after a fight with his dad. Promise had let her phone die and had yet to call him back and he was currently getting up to courage to go back home. Darn it! He hated having fights with his dad! It always ended up with him sleeping out in the night and then crawling back to apologize-- even when it wasn't HIS fault! Well, at least he loved to ocean and that was at least SOMETHING good about this. Gentry sighed and closed his eyes, feeling the sun rise as the temperature warmed up.

Mason was up early and was currently making breakfast. He had personally fallen in love with pancakes when they had swam up to this human town. Drenched in sweet syrup! Yum. His mouth was already watering at the thought. He was making enough for the entire household. He knew Lacey loved them as much as he-- and that was cause enough to make it for everyone. He slipped steaming cakes onto a plate and set it on the counter. Someone would smell them and come out, no doubt about that.

Lacey woke to the amazing smell of Mason's pancakes. Mmm... she thought with a little grin as she got out of bed, her usually silky hair styled in the way that sleep did. She slipped out into the main room and walked over to perch on the counter. "Are these for me?" She asked with a little grin, and with out awaiting his answer she settled the freshly made plate on her lap before drenching it in syrup. Mason rolled his eyes "You know it manners to wait for someone to ANSWER you before you take?" He teased and Lacey batted her eyelashes "Oh! But I know you made them for me!" She exclaimed innocently. Mason smirked and shook his head, going back to making pancakes.

[castielle]

Olympia groaned as her alarm buzzed. She rummaged under her pillow for her phone, before finally finding it and hitting the 'Off' button. She threw the phone onto the other side of the room, having the knowledge that it was safe, because unfortunately her blankets were in that area also. She had kicked them off during her sleep. Again. Sighing, she rolled over and reluctantly sat up. She ran her fingers through her hair in a futile attempt to neaten it before quickly glancing at the clock. What?! That couldn't be right; First day of break, and she slept for thirteen and a half hours. She jumped out of bed and hastily brushed her hair, braiding it back. She didn't have to go to work yet, but if she wanted to go to the beach before it was overcrowded, now was the time. She pulled on her black bikini and pulled a white sundress over it, before quickly brushing her teeth and leaving the house, not caring about getting any breakfast.

Falen awoke to the sweet smell of Mason's pancakes. Sighing, she rolled out of bed and fell onto the floor before finally remembering how to stand. Two legs were still so new to her, and gravity was a confusing prospect. She lumbered into the kitchen, where Lacey and Mason were already positioned. She half-raised her hand in greeting. "Good morning," she murmured, yawning.

Daniel had been up bright and early, and was already seated in the living room, feet up on the sofa. He was fully dressed, and his thick black hair was neatly brushed. Why was it that his fellow siblings seemed to enjoy sleeping so much? Eventually, the smell of pancakes drew him into the kitchen, where Lacey, Mason and Falen were. Figuring that the kitchen was crowded enough as it was, he sat down at the table.

Scott was, needless to say, bored. How typical of him; first day of break and already he had no clue what he could do to pass the time. How was he going to survive for the rest of break? He eventually decided to grab some breakfast, consisting of a large apple and a glass of water, and then proceeded to get changed into a pair of black board shorts before taking to the surf with his board.

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Mason smiled in the direction of Falen, though he was focusing on the pancakes "Good morning." He murmured as he slid another stack of pancakes onto a plate and offered it to Falen "Hungry?" He asked with a little grin, his eyes caught the movement of Daniel and he offered a little grin as well "Good morning to you too. No word of greeting?" He teased

Lacey waved at Falen, her mouth being far too full to speak. Her legs were tapping against the counter as she slowly chewed the sweet pancakes, enjoying the still-new flavor. Once her mouth was empty she tilted her head "So! Who wants to go to the beach? It's already getting too hot...." She said after a moment of silence, a smile on her face. "We could learn to surf the waves instead of swimming under them?"

Promise got into work a minute before her shift started-- she had waked on foot all the way from across town. But she loved her job. She got to talk about surfing and on the rare chance got to teach it "Good morning boss!" She called out as she checked in. "Morning!" The male called back, appearing from a stack of surf-boards. "Hey, Prim could you take my classes today? I have a doctors appointment." The man said with a little, sheepish smile. Promise rolled her eyes "Of course!" Promise exclaimed excitedly as she moved towards the counter.

Gentry sighed and slowly got up, sand falling off of him in waves. He stretched and began walking down the beach, his feet sinking into the very warm sand. He was bored and at the last minute he had decided he would let his dad apologize first... or he would at least wait one more night. He sighed once more and focused his eyes on the shore before him.

[castielle]

Olympia made it down to the beach in under five minutes, and quickly revealed her bikini before wading into the water. She didn't normally surf the waves, but swam in them instead. She enjoyed the feeling of salt water seeping into her pores and running through her hair, and she loved the way that the strong, fearless waves tried to knock her back as she made her way forward. Once she was about waist deep, she ducked under before bursting up, feeling the salty sea spray graze her face. She smiled. She was in her element.

Falen laughed at Lacey's vigorous waving, before nodding thoughtfully. "I'd like to learn how to surf," she reasoned. "I suppose we should wait until we've all eaten, though, Lacey," she said, grinning and accepting Mason's plate of pancakes. She bit into one, relishing in the sweet flavor that rolled over her tongue. "Mmm..." she hummed, a response to the delicious food. The flavor was wonderful. "You should make this every morning," Falen said to Mason.

Daniel rolled his eyes at Mason playfully. "Good morning," he said, seemingly reluctant, although there was a smile upon his face. He stood up and walked over to the kitchen where the pancakes were being served. He patiently waited for his serve. "Yeah, I suppose I could have a go at surfing," he reasoned as he took a plate stacked with pancakes.

Scott closed his eyes as he paddled out into the wave zone, and waited for the right wave to catch. As he waited, he looked out to sea, marveling at how smooth and stretching the horizon was. He had never taken much notice of how the horizon never seemed to break. It fascinated him, quite frankly, although he couldn't understand why. As he was pondering this, he nearly missed a spectacular wave. He managed to catch it last minute, but wiped out quickly due to the fact that he was unprepared. Needless to say, he was annoyed at himself for wiping out in public on such a great wave. He sighed, and waited for another wave to come along.

{I think I should just mention that I have never surfed in my life, so if my descriptions of surfing are inaccurate, that's why. c:}