Username;; bad little boy
Name;; Ari
Gender;; Agender
Mythological creature;; When Ari was younger, they were always terrified of one thing. The water. Why did it have to crash, smash, and boom onto the sand? Or the loud storms that accompanied it? They always snuggled up cozy into bed, wrapped like a burrito to mask the shaking. And every stormy night, their father would walk in, eyes soft, voice even softer. Despite the fact he was a hardened sailor, a seafaring Plume of grandeur, he always spoke in the kindest, gentlest voice to the biggest treasure of them all. His child. "Ari.." he would begin, as they glanced up at the worn face of their father, "Do you know why I named you Ari?" Of course, by this time, the answer was yes. It was something their father had told them countless times, every single stormy night. And that was often. After all, living next to the sea, the storms were more than frequent. How many times was this, the thousandth? The answer was always the same. Their name was Ari because it was taken from 'ChARYbdis', and therefore, they were brave. Fierce. Why, their father had seen Charybdis once-- out during a hurricane, munching up boats. He told his child, fire in his eyes, wonder in hers, "I tried to claim the lass, the vicious monster, with thousands of teeth-- yea, I even roped her(looking back, that was probably untrue), but she proved too ferocious." She recalled her father's vehement passion, how much he wanted to capture that creature and bring it to his child. And after so long, it clicked. Ari was brave, fierce, and strong. Like Charybdis. As they grew, much like their father, she became interested in the things of the water. Now, they spends her time sailing the seas, looking for the whirlpool with teeth, to finally finish their late father's conquest.