The Little Mermaid

You and I come from completely different worlds. You are the only son of a king; forcing you to be the perfect son. You’ve got to be the best at dancing, at courting, at sailing, and pretty much everything. I on the other hand, have six other sisters so often times, I go unnoticed.

You’re the prince of all the fairest dreams. I’m the princess that no one wants stuck with. I like adventure and am fearless when it comes to my curiosity. My father just wants me to stay safe in the palace where he can keep an eye on everything.

There’s a big difference between you and I however. You enjoy walking on land, and well, I swim. I live under the waves, in a palace that no land-walker has seen. You don’t even know that such a land exists. You’re happy and contempt with living out your days in the walled in palace.

Every day I swim to where the water meets the land. I don’t go in too far. I find a rock to perch on, and I sing. Every day, it’s a song of longing and wishful thoughts. I sing and sing until I see the sun touch the tip of the highest Castle Peak. Then, I turn, and swim back into the deep blue to my home.

(This is where we’ll begin): One day, you decide to take a walk along the shoreline that your castle is edged with. You hear the sounds of someone singing. It enchants you, makes you want to see such the person making such beautiful sounds. The moment I see you on beach though, I get scared, duck under the wave, and the singing stops. You try and think nothing more of it. You brush it off as just a siren of the waves and go on about your business. Until the next day, you return; this time, on a boat, looking out onto the waves. You’ve got business in other lands that you must take care of.

It’s the same time of day, and I reach the surface and begin singing. Before I know what’s happening, the large ship is coming around the bend, out toward sea. I don’t notice, and continue my singing. As you hear the singing, you order the boat stopped. Your shipmates are wary. They think it’s the sirens song, come to take their Capitan. You’ll hear nothing of it, but by the time the ship is quiet once more, the singing has stopped and I fallen beneath the surface.

This time, I set on following your boat. I feel as if something about the human oddity draws me near. I want to see what it’s like to be one of those with legs.

But as the sun falls below the horizon, the real evil befalls the ship. A storm has begun to grow and your ship is now in the middle of it. The winds of Poseidon’s anger whip and howl as your men try and stay on board. The large waves crash onto the ship, making men get thrown overboard. You’re trying to steer your boat free, but the wrong move, throws you overboard as well.

I watch from below, wondering what has gotten my grandfather god so angry. I’m unable to help some of the men, they cannot swim, and the hard waves knock them unconscious, but you are strong. You try to swim to the surface, but it seems that no luck seems to be with you, but I am.

Once I get you to the beach again, I sing hoping that I can stay with you. You awaken to the sound of the music, but before you have a chance to really get your ground and your ability to see, I’m gone.

Now you’re hell-bent on finding the woman who saved you so you can thank her, and she wants to find a way to be with you and really get to know such a fascinating creature, what’ll happen?

Full Name: Princess Emeraldia Maureillo
Alias(es): Her friends call her Em
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Race: Mermaid
Occupation: Being a princess she doesn’t work. She does sing in the palace when royalty is visiting the palace.

:: Know My Face ::

Eye Color: Deep Green
Hair Color: Black
Tail Color: Dark Red
Top: Lighter Red sea shells
Height: She’s not sure
Weight: She’s not even sure
Distinguishing Features: Her skin is almost unnaturally pale from being in the darkness of the sea.
General Appearance: Her skin is smooth and silky. She is quite curvy.

:: Know Who I Am ::

Personality: Most Merpeople say that Em is bright and Spirited. She’s adventurous within herself. The curiosity of adventure sometimes gets her into trouble

:: Know My Past ::

Birth Place: Atlantica
Parents:Triton and Queen Athena (Deceased)
Siblings: Aquata, Andrina, Arista, Attina, Adella, and Alana
Love(s): None Yet
Children: None

History: Em really hasn’t had much of a history. Her mother dies when she was very young and her father tried to raise her as best as he could. It’s hard to handle the city, her sisters, and so many other things, along with Em.

Full Name: Branson Faulderly
Alias(es): Prince Faulderly. Sir Branson.
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Race: Werewolf (I was attacked and bitten as a child. Family keeps it hidden from the general public.)
Occupation: Prince stuff... >.>

Birth Place: London, England
Parents:King Henry IV and Queen Isabella
Siblings: None
Love(s): Well almost every girl in the city is in love with me...if that counts. ;P
Children: None

Eye Color: Pale Blue
Hair Color: Reddish Brown
Top: White dress shirt with many buttons.
Bottom: Black dress pants.
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 165
Distinguishing Features: The scar on my side from being bitten.
General Appearance: A very tan skin color from living on the beach. Muscular, not bulky. I stay fit so all the Princesses my family attempts to marry into will atleast be attracted to me.

Personality: I'm very inquisitive. Tend to wander sometimes, seeking adventure, or at least some kind of entertainment for a new learning experiance. Being in the palace 24/7 gets old...quickly. So, since I'm so eager to learn, I tend to be smarter and more quickly witted than most in our city.

Cool Brandon! I don't have time to post up the starter right now, I've got class. I'll be back around 3:45 Central and I'll start typing up the post. I'm warning you, I'm really excited about this roleplay so my posts will be...Exstensive.
Thanks for joining! <3

Haha ok. And it's fine... I'll try and keep up with your pace as best I can. And you're welcome. But, I have work today so I wont be back until around 8 eastern

The sun rises through the sky. It’s only dawn, but I’ve got another day ahead of me. I awaken in my room. It’s quiet, like it always is in the early mornings of the palace. I give a long stretch, my arms reaching up toward the shell-fan above me. I’ve got so much to do today, just like every day. I flick my tail playfully, the light sheet covering my body and the shell bed floats in the water before settling in the floor of my room.

I rise, quietly swimming toward the balcony that overlooked the city below. I’m quite a moment as look to the small figures that go about doing whatever it is they do; Merpeople and fish and mammals all alike. They talk, work, and play without even the slightest knowledge that I’m looking on. I giggle turning and pushing myself out toward the room that connected mine with all my sisters. Each of us had a makeup counter with a mirror inlayed in some of the ocean’s finest aquatic rock. They glimmered like opals. I smile as I pull myself onto the chair. My tail curls up under me as I grab the urchin brush, running it through my hair.

I hear the giggling of the other girls as they come from their rooms too. I don’t do much primping, just the usual red lipstick and an awful long time brushing my hair. It’s long and thick and the water naps is up occasionally.

The other girls talk and chatter among themselves. Some talk about the men around the reef and the others talk about their adventures around the palace. I keep quiet, knowing that none of the irls want to hear about me getting chased by the great white last week. They think I’m reckless and I put daddy though too much hardship. So, I keep to myself until I finish with my grooming, then it’s out of the castle, and out to my Grotto.

My servants finally leave my room after their normal "tidying up". Fixing details in my clothing, hair, and skin. I always have to look perfect. I roll my eyes with a sigh before moving to my nearby lounge chair. I glance through my open window, which overlooks the beach. A small grin appears on my face as I decide, in my mind, what to do today. Once I eventually get free-time.

Some time passes by before another orderly comes to get me. Our family has been called to the main court. I entered after my mother and father, of course, and made my way to my chair. Which was to the right of my father, the king. Before I could get my hopes up, the man that asked us here began to speak. I could tell he was a messenger imiediatly by the way he dressed. So I knew it was either one of two things: A meeting of a kings daughter, which meant a ball was to be held tonight, or a war/peace offering. I was pretty sure it wasn't the latter... all of our soldiers were still here.

So. A ball was to be held. I was basically blocking out the conversation. I didn't have any say in it anyway. So I didn't care. After the court, I asked to be excused it was allowed, and made my way out into the city, waving away my attempted escort.

I push the rock away from my hide away. I hear the sounds of small air bubble releasing as I push toward the back wall. There’s so much stuff in here, and I can’t keep from visiting my things every day, just to make sure that no one has messed with my things.

I’m silent as I check that everything’s in order, it doesn’t take long. I see the sun beaming down from the small hole above. The rock tunnels up to the surface, letting the sun in. It’s usually the only time that I actually see the sun besides my trips to the surface. That’s where I was headed to now.

I take in only a short breath before I turn and exit again. I’m too excited to get up to the surface. I want to see the sand. I swim hard to get to the outer skirts of the palace guard. No one dares go up to the surface. It’s too dangerous and I’m not supposed to go up to the surface, but I can’t help it sometimes.

I’m slow about surfacing, moving toward the land instead of going straight up and getting a headache. I feel my flipper hit the sand as I begin to surface. I look around for my rock. I take in a deep breath as I shoot toward the black mass that shoots out from the water. I’m about thirty feet out now, and I surface, feeling the strange coolness of air brushing across my face. I can’t help it. Sound emits from from my throat as I look to the castle, watching every detail, trying to take everything in.

I wished my life could be that when I reached that age. I sighed and shoke the thought away. I kept moving, finding where I normally go and continuing forward. Hitting a bunch of rocks. I climbed over them, crossing behind the castle to the other side of the island. It was a little tough, but nothing I couldnt handle.

I got back to the sand and realized the sand actually looked smoother and softer here, so I took off my shoes. I began to run in the sand. It felt wonderful on my sore feet. I finally came to a stop and turned, looking out to the open sea. I sat down abruptly, resting my elbows on my knees as I relaxed.

I pushed around the little bit of seaweed that had been through onto the rock with the waves. My tail hangs lazily in the water as I close my eyes. There was so much going on around here; Even when nothing was happening. I don’t realize how loud I’m singing until I stop and can actually hear the waves.

I giggle, I loved to sing. It was me. I don’t bother with words, it’s just sing. I’m lost in my head; I don’t bother to look onto the shore. No one comes ‘round here anyway, I have this patch of beach to myself. I like the idea. I don’t have to worry about watching for people. I was forbidden by Poseidon to be seen by humans. Our species was too much to be seen by humans. Most that have seen us think we’re illusions; they think we’re sirens. That keeps us safe enough now.


::Sorry its so short I'm running late
Won't be back home until after 9:45 tonight. Sorry

ooc: No fears! I'm here! lol sorry for the wait.

bic: What was that? I turn my head from the ocean, to see if I could hear better. I could have swore I had heard singing coming from out there. I stood and looked out, noticing nothing but a large rock and the bright moon. The moon. My eyes widened. Pupils dialated. It was full. I turned and tried to run, maybe I could make it back home, before the changing began.I stopped in my tracks quickly though, on account of my bones and organs moving and growing. My body couldn't function in mid-transformation. my hands went to my face and I half yelled and half growled out in pain. I tried to think. To think human thoughts. Thoughts that would help me stay conscious. I didn't like the idea of not being in control of my own body. But it didn't work. I could never control it. It was a curse. A demon that is inside me. Constantly fighting to get out...night-time always makes him hard to control. On nights of the full moon, even harder. I could feel my face pulling now, ripping and peeling the skin as a new flesh replaced it. This on more hairy and the skin thicker. My muscles bulged as the larger and more vicious beast emerged. Removing all what human I had left, until all that remained was a seven and a half foot tall monster. A third wolf and two thirds evil. Last thing I remembered... The last thing I always remember, is throwing my head back to release loudest and most savage howl anyone has ever heard.



Everything is a blur. Light shines in my eyes before turning my head to remain in the darkness, in comfort. Which now that I think of it... is too comfortable. Knowing what becomes of me with darkness.
I sat up and stretched, my eyes still half closed. I turned and preceeded to roll out of bed and walked to my window, looking back out over the sea.

Before I know what’s happening, I see a figure on the sand, walking out towards me. I grunt quietly, taking in a deep breath. My singing has stopped and I watch for a moment in amazement. I can’t believe that someone’s coming onto the shore. I slide off the rock before dipping my head only halfway above the water. I watch quietly as the figure turns and rushes away. Something about the figure is different, but by the time he’s gone, the sun has fallen once more toward the sea. I can’t see it anymore, it’s behind the castle.

I know I’m late, I just didn’t realize it until it was too late. I curse quietly as I dive back below the waves. I can feel the uneasiness of my father in the waves. I’m not stupid; I know I’ll have to slip into the group of girls without father noticing that I’ve been gone.

I hear the buzz of the palace dining hall and I hurry toward my room. I’ve got to get ready for dinner. I rush to reapply lipstick and brush my hair. I attach a starfish into my hair and change shells before hurrying down to where the girls chatter in wait for the food. I’m quiet, knowing that if I say too much, father will notice.

I know that after dinner, I’ve nothing to do. I’m not sure if I’ve decided to turn in for the night or not. I’ll decide that when the time gets there.

I'm here... posting tonight.
My mom and sister came in for the weekend sorry.. :/

It's understandable I'm here

I died. :/

bic: The door burst open and I spun on my heel, turning to see the face of a mother, soaked in tears. I was confused as I embraced her. Her wet face pushing through my shirt and getting my bare skin wet as well. "What is it mother?", I ask, as she continues to cry. No answer. I hold her out so I could see her again. All I hear is the small murmuring of, "Your father's dead."
Shock instantly hits my face and I run past her, following the line of guards and crying voices of workers. I find his body shredded in a mass of clothing, body parts, and blood. My heart drops. A lump fills my throat as I feel I'm going to suffocate to death. I rush out the nearest door and begin to vomit on the street.
When I was finally done, a guard snatched my arm and pulled me back inside. I began to wipe my mouth with my sleeve as I was drug down a hall. This was on the way to the dungeons. "Where are we going?" He didn't reply until he tossed me into a small, dark room with nothing in it other than a wooden chair. It smelled of must, vomit, and blood. 'What the hell is going on?'