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LOVE ME DEAD
Ile De France, 1869.
Vesqeeté is a small town just south of Melun within the great country of France. It is located in a casual bend of the River Seine, out of the way and bustling with homely, cautious people. The citizens of Vesqeeté have lived here for generations, and most can trace their ancestry back to the original founding of the city. Its a well kept secret, much like the contents of their section of River Seine.
There is war beneath the gentle waves, and the humans are caught in the middle. There will be no escape, not for a long time.
Talia Richards « Thread Started on Aug 3, 2008, 11:29pm »
FEAUTRED PRESENTATION starring Taylor Cole as Talia Dylan Richards
I think I'm drowning, asfixiated I wanna break the spell that you've created You're something beautiful, a contradiction. I wanna play the game, I want the friction.
You will be the death of me.
LOVE ME CANCEROUSLY
NAME: Kai AGE: 15 GENDER: Female TIME ZONE: EST OTHER CHARACTERS: None
YOU NEED TO SEE ALL I CAN BE, PUT ALL OUR PASTS ASIDE.
FULL NAME: Talia Dylan Richards MEANING BEHIND NAME: Talia - Of Hebrew origin, meaning Morning Dew. Dylan - Of Welsh origin, meaning Son of the Sea Richards - Of English origin, meaning Brave Ruler NICKNAMES: Tal, Dylan, Tallie AGE: Unsure, estimating at about 24 DATE OF BIRTH: June 6th, SPECIES: Merperson
SEXUALITY: Bi-sexual
COME ON, COME ON, LET ME SEE THAT INNER DEMON.
HAIR COLOR & STYLE: Natural, dark brown in shade. Kept long, flowing partially past her shoulders. EYE COLOR: Golden-yellow BUILD: Petite build, toned stomach earned from daily work against currents when swimming WEIGHT & HEIGHT: Human ~ Roughly 5'2 in height, 125 lbs. Merperson ~ 5'8 from head to tail tip, 184 lbs. SCARS: None
if merperson -- TAIL COLOR: Dark brown, slightly darker than hair colour FIN COLOR: Lighter shade of the Brown colour in her tail. ABILITY TO SING: Yes TYPE: Reaper
I NEVER WANT TO BE LIKE YOU, I NEED TO BE BETTER, NEED TO BE GREATER.
LIKES:
Deep Water Dark areas Racing Water acrobatics Sweet Fruits Children aged 6-10
DISLIKES:
Bright Lights Strong Currents Old Women Sour flavours Dogs
STRENGTHS: Is an exceptionally strong swimmer, able to propell herself incredibly fast as well as is skilled in water acrobatics. She is graceful in water and on land, though less in the latter. WEAKNESSES: Arrogant, easy to annoy. Is a rather slow runner on human legs. FEARS: Heights, being stranded out of water, Death HABITS & QUIRKS: Tends to swim in circles when excited and is known to strike the pose of narrowing her eyes and placing her hands on her hips. She chews on the skin of her fingers when in thought and jerks her head when in human form to flip her hair back.
PERSONALITY ELABORATED: Having spent most of her life living indepentantly, Talia has grown to be just that. She's Independant and boasts a healthy amount of self-confidence. While, oddly enough, she does enjoy being amungst a crowd of with fellow reapers, she strives to make it clear that she needs no one to help her with anything. She is confident in her own abilities and is not afraid to point out her strengths over those weaker than her.
She is quick to jump to a conclusion before thinking things through. She beleives her descision is important to everyone, no matter who they are, and that they should pay decent attention to her opinions. She is very open about what she thinks, though is feircly loyal to friends and will not betray secrets; though she may speak freely about her veiws on the secret in question to the friend who trusted her with the knowledge. She speaks her mind without thinking of the conciquences and often gets herself into trouble because of this.
Though cursed with arrogance, confidence and an opinionated being, she is not stupid in battle. With political situations, she may be loud and firm in voicing her opinion, but in battle she is thoughtful and careful of her actions. She values her own life very highly and will not allow herself to through it away by being reckless. This natural ability to think things through in a battle with a fiesty Human or another Merperson proves her a tricky opponent.
To put it shortly, Talia is smug. She bursts with confidence in not only her abilities, but her beauty and mindset. She is somewhat vain, often using her appearance to lure young human men to their doom. When presented with a problem, she will usually do everything in her power to overcome it on her own. She very rarely asks for help in anything, simply because of her independant nature. When she does require assitance, she is usually quite reluctant to ask for it.
When in the rare event Talia becomes afraid or worried, she is likely to be loud and violent about it. She panics, fearing for her life or health and often yells at the object threatening those aspects. Out of habit, she curses alot when in pain or fighting a losing battle.
LETS KEEP IT SIMPLE, KEEP IT CLEAN.
FAMILY: Mother - Deceased, killed by humans while hunting Father - Location unknown, having fled the waters where Talia was birthed shortly after the Humans had killed his mate. Siblings - None HISTORY ELABORATED: Talia was born to a surprisingly old Mermaid, who was approaching her 67th birthday within the half year. Her father was young compared to her mother, aged only to about 45 years. Despite the age gap, for the first three years of her life her parents shared the duty of raising and training her. They did not preform this act united, however. Talia was sent back and fourth from one den to the next every full moon. Her mother taught her wisdom and helped her learn the ability of song.
The near-hag taught her of her free-will and free-spirit. She was told that if it was Human flesh and blood she craved, no one could deny her of her wishes. She was free to do what she wished and express her opinions in whatever way she pleased. The elder Mermaid taught her to speak her mind and hold her tounge only when she wished it and thought it neccisary. Her father, however, taught her the essentials of battle and hunting and helped her hone that natural speed of hers.
He would spar with her, making no exception for the fact that they were father and daughter. He often fought with her until she was too tired or too injured to continue. All the while, he did give her tips to better herself and scolded her reckless mistakes. He would swim miles -daily- with his daughter, noticing her natural speed with a tail and working to help her master that skill. Eventually, she surpassed her father's top speed while still so young.
Her mother was lured into a trap after Talia reached about 10. The young Merwoman had sperated from her mother and father respectively to take residence in a small cave on her own. While she still kept tabs on both her kin, she hunted for herself and carried on her own personal level of workout. She learned that her mother had been hunting a human male, attempting to lure him into the depths, when she'd been ambushed by other humans, dragged ashore and beheaded.
It was her father who told her the news of this. No more than three days after the event, he'd come to inform her of her mother's passing; he'd witnessed it from under an outcropping in a rather rocky part of the shore. She had no troubles getting over the death of her mother and continued with life normally. A month later when she sought out her father for a sparing bout or a possible race, she'd found his den empty and abandonned. She never saw the Merman again.
Not that this bothered her. She was able to accept the fact that both her parents had moved on. She saw no reason in being melancholy about it or launching herself into depression due to the loss. No, she continued her life as she always did and still does, living on her own on the outskirts of reaper territory, occaisonally wondering to seek out a spar with her fellow reapers or simply to cure a spell of boredom.
ITS ALWAYS BEEN YOU, JUST YOU.
DOUBLE CHECK: Merperson, Reaper
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE: Waters lapped steadily at the shores, pulling in treasures of the beach and leaving treasures of the deep in return. It was accustomed with water bodies. They took and in return, they gave. In her case, the shores of the river she was situated in had taken her parents. In return, it gave her sustenance. With this in mind, she kept her back pressed firmly against the rocky wall of the river. Above, humans scanned the shorelines for any sign of movement. They were armed. They had guns, spears, pitchforks….This wasn’t the first time they’d tried to hunt her kind down. It wouldn’t be the last either, of that she was certain. For now, she remained curled in the shadows, head tilted back as she regarded the surface with narrowed eyes. Did they expect to catch her? Or any of their kind? They should know better than to try, they’d be taught a lesson for sure.
A wicked thought dawned upon her, and she gracefully pushed off the rock, swimming lower as to go unnoticed by the humans above. She ran a hand along the rock wall as she swam, listening to the shouts of the men above. A gunshot was fired, but it was nowhere near her. They’d panicked at the sight of the water rippling and fired. She chuckled inwardly, amused at how high-strung the group was. Poor fish, though, she could scent its blood in the water. Dismissing the lost life, the mermaid arched her path upwards, slowing as she neared the water’s surface as to not break its ripple less shape. Barely disturbing the peace of the water, she allowed the top of her head to emerge from the liquid. Concealed in the shadows of a tree, she could clearly see the group. There were about four to five men and a dog. A dog? How offending.
"Split up along the riverbank, call if you see or hear anything." One of the men barked, causing a pleased chuckle to escape from the Merperson’s lips. She glided effortlessly under the water, following alongside to a rather pudgy man with a pitchfork. He didn’t notice the slight ripple of water as it parted to make way for her current-creating figure. He seemed to have most of his attention on the middle of the water body. All the better for her, she’d assumed as he got further and further away from him comrades. She could almost smell his fear from underneath the waves. A cruel smirk appeared on her lips as she sped up, passing the man as he walked. He flinched at the slight splash she’d caused. At this, the hybrid had expected him to call out. He didn’t, however, he simply kept walking. His dark eyes remained fixed on the water’s surface.
She swam in a quick circle in the center of the wide river. This action drew his attention and he gripped his pitchfork tightly, chubby hands going white at the knuckles from the effort. He hesitantly pointed his weapon at the water; it hopes it would vanquish whatever evil lurked beneath. To no avail. Slowly, Talia propelled herself upwards with his tail, seeming to effortlessly ‘float’ out of the water. She churned her fins under the water in order to keep her upright out of the river. He drew in a breath, but she’d already done just that in order to open her mouth and call to him in the form of a melody.
“I want to start a fire…In your heart tonight” His attention was on the mermaid as she outstretched an arm and swam closer. The man was frozen to the spot, gripping his tool so tightly his fingers had begun to bleed. He didn’t run, nor did he call out. He merely stayed rooted to the piece of land he was mentally stranded on. She continued her song, projecting her voice towards the man…Enwrapping him, smothering him, transfixing him…“Oh tell me why do I still yearn to cause trouble?” She could see the sweat dripping down his face. He was trying to resist her song, how foolishly adorable of him. A lustful smile plagued her lips.
“I need you to be mine in the summer time, when the days are long and the nights are slow and sweet…” As she neared the shore, his Adam’s apple bobbed as he forced himself to swallow. She chuckled inwardly once again; he was attempting to muster up the will to call out. She was all too pleased to know he did not have such willpower within him. He began to slowly walk towards a section of shore where there was a steady slope into the water, one he could walk upon….which he promptly began to do. She kept herself upright as he came waist-deep into the water. She could hear his human friends calling out to him. He was too far away to be helped now…he was too deep into the water…to entranced by the beauty of her figure and form. The voices got lower as she got near enough to grab him. As if sensing the danger, he spun painfully slowly, squeezing his eyes shut as if such an action would make her disappear.
“Why do you turn and shield your eyes? Do I burn too brightly?” She wrapped her arms around his chest, as best she could. One hand was positioned lightly over the man’s heart; the other toyed lazily with the flesh around his neck, scratching lightly in an almost loving way. “Don’t take my love lightly…” She still sung, her voice no more than a quiet whisper in his ear. “…For I mean every word” There was a louder yell from the shoreline, but it was far too late. She dug her nails into the man’s flesh, fingers diving deeply into the skin, her right buried in his chest and her left pulled agonizingly at a chunk of skin she’d gripped at his neck. She pulled backwards, dragging him into the water as she pulled the large man close to her, burying her fangs into the back of the man’s neck as her tail worked to pull them both into the depths.
She could taste his blood on her tongue, he was screaming now, coughing, sputtering and clawing for air. She dragged him deeper into the shadows. The last any of his comrades saw of the man was the red of his blood that tainted the water where he’d been dragged under. After all…
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