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Thalassa, Vasilikos

Lass


16

Female

Straight

MerMaid

Sometimes it is hard to guess that Thalassa is actually a princess. Her reserved and naive personality makes that so. She is rather quiet. Seeming to shrink back whenever she is put on the spotlight. She does not handle attention very well. So being the princess causes her great anxiety. In which can result in break downs. Her break downs are not made up of screaming and kicking, like most people would picture. But instead, she freezes. Consumed by her thoughts and dreading worries. Some would say she's being over dramatic. But she knew since she was a little girl, that the responsibility of being the next queen would weigh down on her shoulders. And drag her down. Lass wises only for peace. She believes that all creatures and people could live peacefully together. If they could put their differences aside. She hates the aspect of war. It scares her. If she sees a creature, or anyone, in danger or hurt. She has to help them, it is simply who she is.

Lass is rather small for a Mermaid. A slim and frail creature, with an elegant build. She is slim, and her ribs poke out a bit from beneath her skin. Along with other bones. Although she is rather skinny, she has an odd sense of beauty to her, like most mermaids. Her chest is covered in scales of sea green. Keeping them modestly hidden from prying eyes. Her hair is long, curling against the salty waves as she swims. The ends of her hair are a bright yellow, while the rest is a sky blue. Her tail stands out against the calm colors of her upper body. It is covered in bright pink scales. Streaked with black stripes. Her fin is a dark more magenta pink. Her fin is also not shaped like most other mermaid tails. Instead of the naturally curtain like fin, of say a fish, she has the thick scaled fin shaped like a dolphins tail. Most would think her colors to replicate that of a tropical fish. Which is quite true. Although her fair, pale skin, suggests otherwise. The scales of her tail smoothly blend into her skin. At the tires, slowly blending from fish scales, to smooth human skin. Her eyes are a soft pink, her eye lashes naturally long and dark. Her face is smooth and heart-shaped in nature.

She has a flute that has been passed down the generations of her mothers families for thousands of years. The origins of it's magic is certainly unknown. It is a flute whittled from
A long golden sea-shellfish figure. The legend that has travelled with it through her family is that the flute was a gift from single horns horses on the land. Who needed rain to provide their food, in exchange for rain, they gave her mothers ancestors a flute. Said to be carved out of a unicorns horn. The sound
It makes is higher pitched in key. But beautiful and soothing. By playing this flute, schools of small fish come to her assistance. Depending on what songs she plays, is what they do and how they react. Lass is a talented musician. But few know this fact, due to her shyness and fear of any sort of spotlight.


Klisi, Floga

Krill


23

male

Straight

Naga

Krill's personality and essence can be put simply into three words. Trouble maker, and playful. He can seem like an over sized child at times. He tends to poke at peoples buttons. And it's not like he doesn't intend to. He wants to. Teasing people is his number one sport, next to tricks. Some may describe his tricks as immature, and annoying. While others find his actions rather amusing. Which is possibly the only reason that anyone Bother to have him around at all. His train of thought is often disrupted, and he can hardly stay focused on anything. One moment he's talking to you, the next he's chasing a fish. Although his appearance says otherwise, truly he's a bubbly, sarcastic, exciting male. Krill is goofy enough that he does not care one bit if he makes a fool of himself.

Krill's body is shaped long and thin. Unlike most muscular males, he is rather bony, with a flop like quality. His muscles can be seen through Olive skin, but are rather small compared to most other Mer-men of the same age. His skin, like his twin, is a Olive-grey color. A tan slightly hinted green, making it easier for him to blend into Seagrass. His hair is pure white. Streaked with a Olive green paler than that of his skin. While dry, his hair is long enough that it reaches the tip of his slightly pointed ears. His hair is usually wet, living underwater most of the time, it flows above his head. Krill's eyes are a sea-green. With a bright, electric quality to them. His eyes are almond shaped, just like the majority of his face. His face is long and thin, but with a goofy and kind quality to his brightly toned cheeks. His tail is scattered with green scales, splattered with many different shades and varieties of green. The underbelly of his tail his a soft gold, a color that trails up through his skin, covering his chest. A layer if spines goes from the back of his neck, to the tip Of his tail. The folded between each spine are golden like the underbelly. These spines trail along the back of his arms, to the tips of his fingers. His fingers are scale covered around the pads. With webbing between his fingers.

Nothing about him is very unknown. His twin brother, (name), is very close to him. And together they cause quite a bit of trouble for everyone and everyone


Mairanna

Mare


17 years old

female

Straight

Humacampus

Mare is a strictly serious type of person. She hardly ever smiles, and has literally no sense of humor. Although she is kind, and thoughful of others. Doing anything that is against her standard is strickly forbidden. She believes in equality, that no one race is better than the next. Along with that everything one earth has emotion, from the long blades of sea grass in the ocean, to even the sky and sea. She has little tolerance for anyone who dare talks back to her, or be rude about anyone. She is not afraid to smack someone upside the head to knock some sense in them. She is easily annoyed, but does not explode. Simply curses under her breath. Although her curses are a bit strange, and mostly in another language.

Mare is a sea dragon, Humacampus. Her tail is long and curled, like that of anyother seahorse creature. It a pure white tail. With splatters and speckls of gold and purple. Her skin is pure white, just like that of her tail. Her tail smoothly blended into her torso. the pads and fingertips of her hands are dark purple, while her stomach and chest are brightly colored gold that trails around her tail. Around her back, and arms, there are natural drape like skin. They don't look like skin, more like white seaweed attached elegantly to her. Flowing around her like a dress. Her body is slick and slim. And she has beautiful curves and her chest is covered by a seaweed dress she makes. Her hair is purple, dark and enticing. While her eyes are golden.

She has grown up all by herself. And everything she has ever received, was something that she has earned. Never has she been given anything. She has to work hard for anything and everything. Mkaing her quite a resilent creature. At the edge of town, she has build a small little building, that she carved into the rocks. It doubles as her house and hospital. She has a small hospital, where she uses her healing ablities to help other. She is unnaturally gifted with healing. But her powers are multiplied with a staff she has. It is a magic staff, made of wood, that at the top curls around a gem. with tons at the bottom to keep it from floating away if you were to let it go. No one knows for certain how she recieved this staff. Although the true is she had a sea witch make it for her in exchange for something. She traded the staff for her heart. And if her staff were to be destoried, so would cease to live.


Ramis Yorksure

No nickname currently


10 years

male

Straight

Stable Boy

Remis is a gentle boy. With the personality like that of a stallion. He is calm, and kind. But not afraid to speak his mind. When it is called for. Despite his young age, he is surprisingly wise. Not many would guess that he is actually ten. He has the wisdom of a war veteran, who has seen the horrors of battle. Yet, he has never left the city his entire life. He has no temper at all, and always talks in a calm and collected way.

Remis is a rather solid individual. With a large build, but a gentle way of movement. His shape is square, and thick. He is a bit on the chubby side, simply because he is still young. And still has the childish roundness of someone who has not yet hit puberty. He hopes that he will grow to be like his big brother. Who had been chubby as a child, but become a solid bulk when he turned 13. His face is square shaped, but still rounded. His hair is cropped short, and black. His skin tan and normally dirty due to his line of work. His eyes are a bright blue, with flecks of gold in their depths. He wears a leather hat, with goggles attached to them, that he puts on when working so nothing gets into his eyes. His clothes are simple and worn. A white long sleeves shirt and worn leather vest he had been given from his father. He wears tan pants, and heavy brown boots.

Remis was born into a mid-classed family. His father was a royal knight, who helped protect the royal family. His mother died when he was born from a diease. He grew up hearing stories from his big brother and father about his mothers song, and about her blue eyes, that he had been given. When he was 5, his father was killed in a squirmish with some bandits. Leaving the two boys to live by themselves. His older brother, Thomas, takes good care of him. And had fallen into his father's footsteps. Being a Knight. Remis has always had a great love for horses. So when Thomas told him about a position open at the stables, he jumped to the occasion. He is now a stableboy, and helps take care and work all of the royal horses at the stables. One of the wealhty families were so pleased with his services, they gave him a horse. Really, the horse has a problem with it's leg, so thats why he has it. but he is overly thankful. The colt is only 6 months old, and was born with a foot that was not formed properly. So it is slightly twisited. The colt is a bay, with a light brown coat, and beautiful black mane. Remis takes good care of his horse, and has named him Crusher.


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Liandrich, Varron I

the Fighter


17

Male

Straight

Human

Warloving, impatient and the worst ladies man you can ever imagine. Liandrich never got much attention from his father, the King. After a while he thought that it was because he was not worthy of his attention. Thus Liandrich began to train. And train. And train He got increasingly less patient. He's not very polite, and that much was clearly shown during the latest ball. Where Liandrich was supposed to see who he would want as a fiancé. Saying he was blunt and rude is an understatement. Several girls actually left the dance floor crying. His mother often glared at him for that.

But deep down, he's just uncertain. From the day he was born he had known 2 facts: he will one day lead the kingdom and his father never had time for him. He feels insecure and fears he will not live up to his father, who got the title: 'the Great'. So he's learning and reading and fighting. And while he loves fighting, he would die for his books. But no King that locked himself into his room reading books ever gained honor.

He’s 6”0’ tall (1.82 meters). So he’s pretty tall for his age. He’s also quite muscular. Having fought and trained gave him a slender and agile look. Though the fighting does take a toll. He has a scar just below his chest. A long one. His face though is surprisingly without scars. He prefers to keep his brown, messy hair as short as possible without upsetting his mother. His eyes are a little deeper than usual, casting a shadow around them. His iris is a blackish brown. So dark that most can’t see when the iris stops and the pupil begins.

When Liandrich was born, all the bells in the capital rung. The celebration lasted for quite some time and everyone was happy. But be it fate or misfortune: soon after his birth the Mer-People were spotted again. Some blamed him. And thus his youth began. Almost without a father, for that man never gave him attention. Thus planting the first seeds of what would become David's character. No matter what his mother did, he would never look like her. At the age of 9 he already fought with the boys of half the castle. Everytime a great lord comes with his child, David would fight him. Not because he likes fighting (he does but that wasn't the point) but to establish his dominance. At first he lost. Quite a lot. But he kept pushing himself and at the age of 12 he had fought and jousted with most of the sons of the great lords and even against opponents 5 year older than him. He won most rounds. The daughters of the great lords he didn't even glance at. Literally!

At the ball his behaviour came out. He arrived late and still in his leather armor. This armor is normally worn under the metal plates and chainmail. So the message it was sending was clear: he was just back from training. He stank of sweat and dirt. Never the less the girls wanted to dance with him. He refused them. Until his mother forced him to dance. At which he deliberatly stood on toes, made wrong moves. One girl, as beautiful as she was stubborn, didn't want to stop dancing with him. A few turns later and he 'accidentally' dropped her in a fountain. The day after that was a lot more eventful. A tournament. David fought like a beast in plated armor. He forced the participants to defend themselves first, exhausting them before he delivered the final blow. When he won first place, he was handed a ribbon and was ordered to hand it over to the most beautiful girl. He tied it to his horse.


Arios Ultroch

None


37

Male

Straight

Merman

Pragmatic, smart and charismatic. Arios has become the greatest right hand of the King ever known. He is quite known throughout the Kingdom. He is constantly thinking forward, thinking about how to improve the Kingdom. He is also well educated in history and warfare. Several Cerceans and mer-people would gladly die for him if he asked them to.

But there is a dark side of him. One that can easily be explained in 1 sentence: the ends justify the means. He will do everything, literally everything, to get what he wants. He also has a strange love with war. It's a terrible thing that should be avoided when possible. But, when not avoidable, one should throw himself in it as vicious as possible.

Arios is what all men desire to be. Strong and muscular, yet lean and slender. His tail is a bit shorter than most mermen and lacks the curtain tail of normal mermen. He has the sharp, edged tail of a shark. The scales are a reflective black, beautiful in an odd way. Like some mermen he has some more scales on his upper arms. Another unique feature might be the oddly stone-looking flesh around his left eye. It's not hideous to look at. In fact, it draws one to his eyes, who reflect a deep, beautiful azure color. His hair is simple as it can be. Short and brown. And he prefers to keep it that way.

Born as a bastard between a middle-class mermen and a to-be exiled sea witch (who is half-octopus). He was actually the reason why she could stay a little longer in the village, until she gave birth to him. His father never accepted him at birth. So he was send to the orphanage. All the odds were against him, especially when he got dry-scale. A disease so rare that healers did not know what to do. In the best case, it would kill him quickly. In the worst case, he might live but scarred for the rest of his life.

Arios made his own option. 15 years later he swam around the orphanage with his mark. The dry scale like skin around his eye and carried it with pride. He had transformed the once dull orphanage into a fully functioning building where every child loved to be. He organized parties, events and trips to museums and minor expeditions. He also fought, at first to fend of the bullies. But then the bullies became his friends and later, his own fighting gang. He practically ruled the orphanage, to the benefit of even the smallest children.

5 years after that, and Arios left the Orphanage. Though promised he'd return every year. He lived as a basic administrator at the Royal Palace. He began to climb the ranks. Making sharp observations and showing his intelligence whenever possible. It was here that he met Meira. A mermaid also working as administrator. Arios fell in love with her and vowed to do everything he could do in his power to get her. Sadly, she never loved him. She loved someone else, a merman. They actually engaged and married 2 years later. To great sadness of Arios, who felt devastated.

Another 7 years later. Arios had climbed the ranks higher. He was almost on the advisor's council when he got the message. Meira was found dead in her house. Her husband was charged for murder, though no clean evidence pointed at him. He would walk as a free man soon enough. But not if Arios could do anything about it. He gathered his old fighting gang. First he cornered the man alone. The fool did not see Arios as a danger and in a drunken fit confessed the murder. And that he never loved her. "Just another love-crazed woman to use." he said. What happened after that, no-body knows. He never told his friends. But the man's body was never found.

Now Arios is First Advisor of the King. Though the thought of love still brings a bitter taste to his mouth. His father died too recently. Though Arios simply went to claim what was his. His father's horn. A black sea-shell carved with red runes. The shell can summon sharks to devour his enemy. Though Arios doesn't know this yet and hasn't tried the horn yet.


Ragnor, Tetsin


17

Male

Straight

Naga

Born to fight and only that. Ragnor has a deep and almost evil need for blood. Not just to win things. He loves hunting, fighting and killing. He's no fool and often says he knows the world and its horrors. In his eyes, there is no in this world. Love is just a made up concept of girls hoping that one day their rainbow colored prince would take them. He despises the very word. A deep hatred is rooted in him, like a fire. A fire that burns bright when you hand him his daggers. He sees himself as a necessary evil. The bad to keep back the worse.

Poisonous green scales cover his tail. They are rough and pointy. His fins are sharp as needles. A leather belt with an brass buckle. From there up he has the normal, human upper body. He's incredibly muscular, carrying a very prominent six-pack. There's a belt that goes from his right shoulder to his left hip. The belt is often used to carry javelins, a spear or anything else. You could say his face was hansom. With its sharp features and powerful gaze. His ginger-red hair does nothing to soften his outlook. For a matter of fact it is braided in a long tail. A mark of his ancient family. It shows that he is the warrior.

Born among the lucky few. Both of his parents are Naga's making him a pure blood. However, he was the third male child. Useless for marriage. So tradition would have it that he would be trained as a fighter. At first he loathed the dagger fighting style. He preferred to be outside among other mer-people. Playing with his friends in parks and among the fishes. This was forbidden by his parents. Never the less he kept dreaming. In his young life books were an important part. He dreamed of heroes and heroines and fighting epic monsters. He was somewhat of a romantic when he was 12. Despite constantly being told that marriage is duty and love is something that comes out of it, he kept believing he would meet the one. It was on his 15th that he got to know Alaina. A mermaid. He fell for her like granite in water. He would do anything for her hand. Alaine realized this. She abused her 'power' over him. Making him work and do chores for her. Eventually she found a merman who she loved and left Ragnor for him. Devastated, he cried himself to sleep several nights. Until he and the merman met, together with Alaina. Was it an accident of fate, no-one really knows. Nor does anyone except for Ragnor himself know what happened. But when authorities arrived on the scene, Ragnor had killed both Alaina and the merman. He was found guilty. But a last minute appeal from Advisor Arios meant that he would only get a work-sentence. During that sentence Arios approached him in secret. His task was simple. Train and fight. War is coming. And the mer-people need their necessary evils now more than ever.
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Alise, Varron


41

Female

Straight

Human

Cold. If there is one word that describes the Queen the best, it would be cold. She seems to be void of all feeling. If you see her staring at you, it most likely means she is analyzing you. She is not afraid to share her opinion, and is well-known for her sharp tongue. She is very strict, mainly with her son. Negotiating with her is near impossible, especially if she is well set on something. Think she would be more warm towards her family? Wrong. She is even more cold towards them than anyone else. There are even rumors she has a separate room from the King's where she sleeps. Most will even go as far as to say they are afraid of her, which is probably quite reasonable. She has a strong presence, which matches her straight-forward, strong personality. Humor is something she absolutely hates, and no one as seen her truly smile for years. Her smile for the public is more like a grimace. She only does so when she absolutely has to. She refuses to be called anything else but "My Queen", or "Your Majesty". Calling her by her name, Alise, would be a very big mistake. She has quite the temper, but knows how to control it. Sometimes.

The Queen is tall and slender, which is the way she has always been. She has sharp features, with high cheek bones and a slightly pointed chin. Lines from years of worry and stress are etched into her face, making her seem older than she actually is. She has dark brown eyes that are in fact so dark, they almost look black. Her eyelashes are hardly visible, being tan colored. They almost blend in with her rather pale skin. She has freckles around her nose and lightly by her eyes, but they are mostly on her arms. She has long, waist-length, blonde hair that has natural brown streaks all through it. Even though she is relatively young, grey hairs can be seen if close enough. Her hair is always pulled back into some tight hair-do when in public. She is always seen standing straight, shoulders back. Her movements always seem quite stiff, like something is hurting her when she walks. The Queen isn't exactly pretty, but you can tell she once was, when she was younger—and different. Even though she is no Aphrodite, her presence still demands that she be looked at. Looking her straight in those dark eyes can be a bit unnerving, as she will most likely give an almost murderous glare in return. But if you don't do so, she will be angered.

As a young girl, Alise was vibrant and full of life. She would always be seen smiling. She loved her parents, but struggled with her father quite a bit. When her mother died, everything slowly changed. Her father became even more bitter than before, and they constantly fought. Finally, her father couldn't stand it anymore, and he married her off at the age of 17. She never saw her father again.


Lena, Aristille


16

Female

Straight

Mermaid

Lena is rather shy, and doesn't talk much. She is very gentle, which is often taken advantage of. She isn't particulary the best at standing up for herself, and has a difficult time saying "no". She loves the company of sea-creatures more than the company of mer-people, and has a dangerous fascination of humans. She believes there is good in everyone's heart—no matter how evil. She is an optimist, and always tries to look at the positive side of things. She is also quite the romantic. There are many mermen that are interested in her because of her beauty, and her parents are desperate to marry her off, but that is the one thing she knows how to refuse. Lena wants to fall in love in her own time–to the frustration of her parents—thus staying away from mermen who want to marry her. Many see her as an airhead because she seems to always be out of it. The simple solution to that is she daydreams, quite a lot. She is actually quite smart and philosophical, just no one bothers to get to know her that well to see that.

Lena has a pretty heart-shaped face, her features soft and delicate. Her skin tone is a light shade of olive. She has big, clear, blue eyes, and thick eyelashes. Lena is average height, and has an hour-glass figure. Her arms are slender, yet slightly toned. She has round shoulders which connect to a rather elegant-looking neck. Her tail is a coral color–more orange than pink—and is often decorated with seaweed. Her fin is similar in shape and appearance to a Red Stripe Rockfish's fin, and has hints of dark orange throughout it. She mostly makes her own shells to wear, which often have pearls encrusted in them. Lena has long, elbow-length black hair, that frames her face and naturally waves when dry.

Lena was born into a family of high-class mermaids, who all expected her to be just like them—proper, popular, and very snooty. To their dismay, Lena was none of those things. She was quiet and polite, but did not socialize very well. Her fascination with humans was also quite the embarrassment. When she became 15, they hoped to find a wealthy suitor to marry her off to. No luck there, either. Everytime they set up a date with one, she managed to disappear. Now, at age 16, her parents are beginning to worry they'll never get rid of her. Their family has but one magic heirloom–a conch shell–but it is lost, and rumored to be destroyed. The reason for this is many Aristilles have searched for it, but it has never been found. That seems to be the simplest conclusion, and almost everyone has accepted it.
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March, Harold

“ Marche (March-EE)”


20

Female

Pansexual

Regorian

March is a very positive and happy person, with an almost insatiable amount of curiosity. Her need to be active and endless pools of wanderlust are what contribute to her nomadic nature, and her many travels have made her very independent and fast-learning. The air around her is very friendly and kind, and she’s always been easy to get along with. She dislikes fighting with others, but won’t stand down when feels the matter is important enough. She’s stubborn in that sense, and will very seldom give up once she’s determined. With people she dislikes, which are few and far between, she is mostly cold and unapproachable, making obvious that she doesn’t want a fight. When it comes to the topic of war, especially between mer-people and humans, March is very pro-peace and friendly towards both humans and mer-people, just as her mother was.


March is a very petite and slender woman, with small breasts and faint hips. Her hair is a very dark brown, almost black, and long enough to teach her lower back, and curls in just lightly thanks to being sea soaked so often. She has a round face, with soft features and very bright, frost blue eyes. Her skin is extremely pale, covered at her forearms and hips in patches of silvery and shiny black scales. The pattern is similar to that of a Frosted Flatwoods salamander and continues down to her tail, which is about 6 feet long (beginning from her hips). It is pretty chubby in appearance, eventually tapering off into a flatter, more rounded tip, and is moist and smooth to the touch. A lot of her looks are inherited from her mother, except for her eyes, which she was told look just like her fathers.


March’s parents were young when she was born, both in their early twenties and completely unprepared for a child. Her father left to become a soldier a little after she turned two, claiming that the peace between humans and merpeople wouldn’t last and that there needed to be soldiers to protect the kingdom in case a war broke out, or at least, that’s what her mother tells her. She didn’t have much of an opinion on the matter herself while growing up. Her and her mother lived near the coasts, nestled in a large kelp forest that laid beside a small peninsula, where humans rarely sailed.

Life was mostly peaceful while she grew up, filled with seaside adventures and time spent listening to stories from her mother. The woman was a born story-teller, and her tales often taught March about the world, and about humans. Her mother was a firm believer in the peace between humans and merpeople, and trusted the royal family to keep that peace alive. A lot of those thoughts were instilled in March from a young age, thanks to all of the stories.

One of her favorites though, was the tale behind their only family heirloom, a small, dusty old ram horn that her mother claimed could call upon any and all of the crustaceans in the ocean if one played the right notes. It had apparently been gifted to her great-great-great grandfather by a close but mysterious friend shortly before they disappeared, saying only that it once belong to a sea-goat, and that it will someday aid his family. Although mysterious, he accepted the gift and then gave it to his wife. It was said that she could play a tune so joyful that even the crabs at sea would dance. From her, it was passed down from generation to generation, usually to the first born daughter. March’s mother often told her that one day, she too would inherit the horn. The very notion often excited the girl, and was the main motive behind her attempts at learning how to play a normal brass trumpet (she’d found it adrift by some rocks sometime when she was 9).

During March’s 17th year, her mother became ill and quickly passed away. The sickness swept through her so fast that it left March almost in shock; not horrified or depressed, but much more adrift. Before she passed, her mother had given her two things: the family horn, and her father’s name and location. She told March to do whatever she wanted, but deep down, she knew her mother wanted her to meet her father. It took her a long while to finally leave her home, and make her way into the world. She held off on finding her father, declaring to herself that she would not go and stir up trouble with the man unless she was absolutely sure it’s what she wanted to do. Call it a cry for independence, but in all honesty, she wasn’t ready to be around another parent yet, and so she want on her own way.

She spent the next three years of her life living as a nomad, her wanderlust never seeming quenchable no matter how far she traveled. She’s come through the new kingdom plenty of times, and even settled a bit in a small home. Although she doesn’t stay for long, she can happily call it her home, one that she always seems to come back to.



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King Meldwich Varron III

Varron the Great


72 Years of Age

Male

Straight

Human

An old veteran of many battles and firstly a warrior-king, King Varron is not necessarily evil, but has the cold heart of a warrior and bias from battles both with neighboring kingdoms and the mer-folk of all types. More happy to yell at his advisors than show his son the attention befitting a prince; made obvious by the way he put his son in tutoring rather than having him learn from one of the best.

At his age, all his biases are deeply rooted and almost impossible to change. He can only get a worse impression confirming his distrust; very little can be done to actually improve his view. He has a dark, negative outlook, always watching for threats that may not even exist. He absolutely hates the sea; he had not come close to it for 50 years and warns anyone who he can against it. Political strife has made him into a sort of dictator, although his aim is only to keep the peace in a world where neighboring countries go through civil wars every couple of years.

Despite his flaws, he does make an attempt to be friendly with the men and people in the courts; it’s only when his temper gets out of hand that his problems show. He treats his family like anyone else, of course knowing that they are in fact his family.

Every day, he exercises, even when it causes pains in his back. He won’t take pain for an answer. This is to keep him fit, even as he ages.



He doesn’t look too bad for his age, no doubt the result of his almost religious dedication to exercising every morning. He stands fairly tall and always keeps his sword besides him. He also has a deep, almost booming voice that combines with his ability to give people deep stares when he is talking.

The Varron family line; one of leaders and warriors. Having overthrown the last family line, one that may still lurk in the shadows of new troubles, Varrons started out in the military and ended as rulers.

In a world where civil war was rampant and old feuds between lords stirred unrest in their own kingdom, the first Varron, Lord Augustine Varron, saw an opportunity.

He took his own forces and aligned with several neighboring Lords to take out the King at the time. That king was weak and little more than a political tool for lords and his advisors to throw around. Varron and his allies were able to easily take out the divided capital. Varron promptly had his allies executed as traitors and crowned himself King. It helped that the men under the other lords looked up to Varron, and that his own forces were a match for any individual former ally. So began 30 years of making the lands of other Lords, by force or by gaining their sworn allegiance, his own.

His son was a military officer who helped Varron I take over the capital. He served well, crushing petty lords and advances from outside the kingdom alike. He was an undisputed successor to the first king. He became the king under… mysterious circumstances that left the former king no longer around. It is said he died in his sleep.

Varron II enjoyed a fairly calm reign, although there were still barons and lords left on the borders of the kingdom, let alone kingdoms on the outside that gazed hungrily at his fertile lands. The highlight was near the end, when a war broke out between the mer-people and humans; war on the scale that had not been seen in many years, since before the Varron line. He died in an accident involving a landslide… after his son had advanced through the ranks of the military (Do I see a trend here?).

Spinoffs of the main family line were limited, although Varron III has an uncle, who he had banished following an attempted coup.

Meldwick Varron was born while his father was on campaign. He spent the first few years of his life not knowing his father; after that, the only impression he got was that his father was a cold, heartless man. When he was 11 he was sent to a castle to train as a soldier.
He did extremely well for the next 10 years and advanced himself to being a captain.

He was deployed in one of the many battles against the mer-people, most of which were botched up in the beginning due to their complete inability to battle those who could duck under water easily and attack when least expected. However, with a new system of using nets and alchemy to create a fire that could burn for a few seconds in water, the casualties started to even out on both sides. Meldwick was finally transferred away from the front after having lost his leg in a battle on a ship that had almost sunk. For whatever reason, the mer-people spared him; he did not look past the other lives lost and the destruction of the ship. He held a deep hatred of the mer-people for many years hence.

He became king when his father was lost in an avalanche while marching to crush a rebellion in the mountains. His early opponents raised rumors of a rigged avalanche, rumors that were silenced soon after he became king. His father had made a treaty with the mer-people, one of non-aggression. Despite hating the mer-people, he had his honor and kept the treaty, to this day.

His accomplishments included a more effective structure of military garrisons (although the fleet was never rebuilt) and the quieting of the realm. The standing armies were able to keep neighboring kingdoms away, and the pact with the mer-people ensured relative safety on the waters (although raids have been reported). His methods were considered a bit harsh, perhaps overly so. Such rumors didn’t last long.

He wasn’t married until after he was 40; partially because of the wars that had prevailed his early life and also because he would prefer to be an old man when he had a son, if only so that he could claim to have had a full life and reign, unlike his father and grandfather. The result is him being married to someone still fairly young when he could be his son’s grandfather.

His wife is Tellistra, a human minor noble who caught his attention when he finally decided to settle down. She was 20, whereas he was 40 at the time. Although odd by modern perspective, arranged marriages all throughout the kingdom could go so far as a marriage between a 16 year old and a 60 year old if the nobility was right. She caught his eye, and when her father, a minor lord, heard the rumors, he was glad to marry his daughter off to a man so powerful in the kingdom. Tessandra is still pretty for her age and is the only one who can actually talk back to the king to his face, which she does happily all the time. They have a relationship almost built around them insulting each other in the mornings… and he never is able to answer why he doesn’t pay more attention to the son.




Tilviti Floga

Talin


23

Male

Straight

Naga

Talin is the elder of the two brothers, and perhaps the more rash of the set. He generally displays more maturity, but is easier to draw into a fight. He's been in trouble for picking bones on rather small things. He likes to play tricks on folks with his brother. He likes to show off, displaying his combat skills and often beating others of his age. Sometimes he even gets into brawls with fishermen down the coast. Less goofy overall, he acts a little more rashly and may get himself in trouble a little too much someday.

Talin's body is shaped long and thin, like his brother. He's a little thicker than his brother, but still a bit bonier than others. One can see his muscles a little bit. His skin, like his twin, is a Olive-grey color. His tan is a little on the purple side, which makes it a little harder to blend into things, but gives him a unique tint. His hair is white with some black streaks. It is shorter than his brother's, about half the length. His eyes are a deep sea blue, easily able to capture someone's attention. His eyes are fairly oval and not too special in the grand scheme of things. His face is a bit harder than his brothers, and at times looks a bit sarcastic even when he doesn't mean it. His tail has blue and purple scales to them. He share's his twin's underbelly of his tail's soft gold trailing color. The rest of his description is just like that of his brother.

Nothing about him is very unknown, either. His twin brother, Krill, is very close to him. Together, they cause various rounds of trouble. He will stick up for his younger brother and make sure anyone who insults him pays.


Similarities to the CS of his twin are intentional; I based everything off of it and edited in my details. Sorry, was a little bit lazy in that regard...
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