Name: Carpris [car-pre-s]
Gender: Female Species: Mercreature Likes: - The ocean - Collecting pearls - Trojan - Singing - Her dear mate Clyrissa Dislikes: - Other Merfolk [excluding Clyrissa of course] - Her cave home - Sailors - Cruelty for cruelty's sake - Harpoons |
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History: Carpris is a creature accustomed to isolation, once banished from her former home with the merfolk due to an incident she does not discuss [a ship sunk, people died, it wasn't pleasant] she took to roaming the open sea alone, homeless and friendless. Never resting anywhere for more than a night, talking no more than was needed. This was how she lived for many decades [innumerable decades, no one was keeping count] before settling into a home in the darkest depths of the ocean, as far from anything as she could get. Bitter and resenting this place grew as she did, a twisting spiralling cave system uninhabitable to all but the sea-witch who lurked there; soon enough, however, this place began to attract creatures equally as twisted and bitter as Carpris herself, hence the addition of her de facto guard dog Known, and became what amounted to the epitome of everything the ocean would rather keep hidden.
But what should be hidden rarely stays hidden for long and rumours began reaching across the globe of this place, [there was talk of the dangers, yes, but more prevailing was talk of hidden riches and an all powerful sea goddess] rumours enough to tempt even the most doubting of men to explore those dangerous parts. They came in their hundreds and died the same way, there was little which could stop a leopard seal the size of a whale after all, not even Carpris could stop Known every time. Sometimes she didn't bother to try. Sometimes she let them die on purpose [it served them right for disturbing her anyway] but there were no witnesses to claim this. Carpris kept all the proof as well, adding jewels and coins to her ever growing hoard of riches with each misguided ship to cross her path.
After a while the ships stopping coming, Carpris was left alone with her thoughts once again
But what should be hidden rarely stays hidden for long and rumours began reaching across the globe of this place, [there was talk of the dangers, yes, but more prevailing was talk of hidden riches and an all powerful sea goddess] rumours enough to tempt even the most doubting of men to explore those dangerous parts. They came in their hundreds and died the same way, there was little which could stop a leopard seal the size of a whale after all, not even Carpris could stop Known every time. Sometimes she didn't bother to try. Sometimes she let them die on purpose [it served them right for disturbing her anyway] but there were no witnesses to claim this. Carpris kept all the proof as well, adding jewels and coins to her ever growing hoard of riches with each misguided ship to cross her path.
After a while the ships stopping coming, Carpris was left alone with her thoughts once again
Name: Trojan
Gender: Male Species: Goat mercreature Likes: - - - - - Dislikes: - - - - - |
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All written work is by me unless otherwise stated, please do not steal it, I recognise my own writing easily so I will know:
There were rumours, whether they be lies or truths no one could be sure, but they drifted from the depths of the ocean on the lips of sailors and met the villages as undistorted by the journey as the sea herself. And while rumours themselves were nothing new - sailors did like to talk, after all - it was the nature of the stories which had heads turning and unease creeping up from the waves.
They were tales of a creature unlike anything the shores had ever heard before - and these were folk who'd accepted the kraken and the great whale without qualm - which sung like a siren, moved through the water like a mermaid and preyed on sailors like a leviathan. A creature, the rumours said, which resembled nothing they'd ever seen before: it - she, some stories claimed - had skin of tanned white, bleached pale in places especially across the face, and the upper body of a shapely woman, seductive and motherly in equal measure. From which emerged two relatively human arms, although the shoulders and wrists were sleeved in blue silk like the body of a jellyfish had been lain there, then the neck and head of a human woman.
Atop said head grew tresses of midnight blue hair, decorated with strings of pearls which caught the light like wide eyes, and from this ever-still mass of cobalt came not only fins, two elegant blue fans with trims of white and a translucent glow, but twin horns as well. It was these horns which excluded the creature from the categories of both siren and mermaid, for they curved round behind her like those of a nanny goat, dark as a sapphire night with stars scattered all along their length to rival the beauty of her jewellery.
Jewellery was something this creature had in abundance - many suspected she stole from her victims to decorate herself with their misfortune - and the ensemble was composed largely of pearls and pale blue stones no one had ever gotten close enough to identify.
One of these stones sat between her collar bone, with trails of pearls connecting it to the strange fin shawl draped over those mismatched shoulders, with a shorter chain leading down so that another stone sat between her breasts. It was her chest which caused another bout of confusion for sailors used to seeing promiscuous sirens draped over the rocks and wreckages they'd caused - because this creature was modestly covered, again by petals of that strange fin-like substance, upon which were small golden hoops connecting yet more pearls to her upper body.
For many this was the extent of the creature - occasionally one caught sight of the fins on her back, which were weighed down by earrings of gold to keep them at arm height and therefore hidden most of the time - but they all knew there must have been more to her. One in particular knew this well and, driven by a desire to know exactly what lower extremities had been bestowed upon this strange sea-dweller, decided to seek her out to discover just what kept her so unknown. It was an odd desire for a human to have, a deliberate urge to find the creature he'd only heard about through the whispers of frightened men returning with but half their crew remaining - but he had too. There was no doubting that he had too.
And deep in the recesses of the ocean, far from the dwellings of the mer-people and equally as far from the sirens lair, this creature reared her head from where it had been rested and glanced up at a sky she could not see. There was something shifting in the waters that night, she could feel it, although the water was a fickle creature and as of yet it was saying nothing. Something was changing, perhaps had already changed, but the sea would not speak this night and the creature waited up until the dawn hoping it would in vain.
There were rumours, whether they be lies or truths no one could be sure, but they drifted from the depths of the ocean on the lips of sailors and met the villages as undistorted by the journey as the sea herself. And while rumours themselves were nothing new - sailors did like to talk, after all - it was the nature of the stories which had heads turning and unease creeping up from the waves.
They were tales of a creature unlike anything the shores had ever heard before - and these were folk who'd accepted the kraken and the great whale without qualm - which sung like a siren, moved through the water like a mermaid and preyed on sailors like a leviathan. A creature, the rumours said, which resembled nothing they'd ever seen before: it - she, some stories claimed - had skin of tanned white, bleached pale in places especially across the face, and the upper body of a shapely woman, seductive and motherly in equal measure. From which emerged two relatively human arms, although the shoulders and wrists were sleeved in blue silk like the body of a jellyfish had been lain there, then the neck and head of a human woman.
Atop said head grew tresses of midnight blue hair, decorated with strings of pearls which caught the light like wide eyes, and from this ever-still mass of cobalt came not only fins, two elegant blue fans with trims of white and a translucent glow, but twin horns as well. It was these horns which excluded the creature from the categories of both siren and mermaid, for they curved round behind her like those of a nanny goat, dark as a sapphire night with stars scattered all along their length to rival the beauty of her jewellery.
Jewellery was something this creature had in abundance - many suspected she stole from her victims to decorate herself with their misfortune - and the ensemble was composed largely of pearls and pale blue stones no one had ever gotten close enough to identify.
One of these stones sat between her collar bone, with trails of pearls connecting it to the strange fin shawl draped over those mismatched shoulders, with a shorter chain leading down so that another stone sat between her breasts. It was her chest which caused another bout of confusion for sailors used to seeing promiscuous sirens draped over the rocks and wreckages they'd caused - because this creature was modestly covered, again by petals of that strange fin-like substance, upon which were small golden hoops connecting yet more pearls to her upper body.
For many this was the extent of the creature - occasionally one caught sight of the fins on her back, which were weighed down by earrings of gold to keep them at arm height and therefore hidden most of the time - but they all knew there must have been more to her. One in particular knew this well and, driven by a desire to know exactly what lower extremities had been bestowed upon this strange sea-dweller, decided to seek her out to discover just what kept her so unknown. It was an odd desire for a human to have, a deliberate urge to find the creature he'd only heard about through the whispers of frightened men returning with but half their crew remaining - but he had too. There was no doubting that he had too.
And deep in the recesses of the ocean, far from the dwellings of the mer-people and equally as far from the sirens lair, this creature reared her head from where it had been rested and glanced up at a sky she could not see. There was something shifting in the waters that night, she could feel it, although the water was a fickle creature and as of yet it was saying nothing. Something was changing, perhaps had already changed, but the sea would not speak this night and the creature waited up until the dawn hoping it would in vain.