Post by Park on Mar 12, 2007 23:32:11 GMT -5
OOC Name/Alias:Park
Character's Name: Cardinal Evendim Tucker
Age; Grade; Occupation: Eighteen, 12th, N/A
Lockwood or St. Logans: Lockwood.
Why you've come to Springbrook's: The music program [clarinet piano drums], athletic program [football], because her grandfather willed enough for tuition to her name.
Role-play Sample: [It's completely unrelated, but I never got to use it in the RP it was intended for.]
Splash.
The tail-end of a fin was seen as it flashed by, diving into the waves. The rest of the creature's body was unseen but for the quick movement, not yet witnessed by the human eyes watching. The men aboard The Isle of Skye scratched their heads and pondered on what sort of fish had such a lovely, iredesent, light teal blue tail-fin, before going back to their duties. Leaving his post at the helm when another man came to take his turn, John Spencer casually walked to the port side, leaning on the wide wooden railing to look over at the waves below. His keen eyes searched the waters for any sign of what his shipmates had seen, for he knew what it had been. He knew that his men had witnessed not just a strange fish, but a being that was actually half human.
A mermaid.
Such creatures were not myth, much as they wanted humans to believe. No, they were real flesh and bone, although their anatomy differed greatly from that of a human. Although they possessed the same sort of head, arms, and torso, that was where the similarities ended. Oh sure, they had hair in different colours, and skin tanned according to how close they swam to the surface, and eyes in varying hues, just like any two-legged that walked upon land.
But they breathed under water, for one thing. Gills couldn't be found, making them a miracle species, according to the standards of modern science, but that didn't stop them from surviving beneath the powerful waves that pounded against the hulls of passing ships. Also, their spine didn't end in a stubby tailbone, like the backbone of humans, but rather their's continued on into a full length tail fin, ending in a structure similar in shape to that of a dolphin, but thinner and lighter, like a fish's fin. Tiny, almost molecular-looking sized scales began a bit below the belly-button, and grew larger as they went southwards, until they were about the size of quarters, making them obvious cousins to fish. These said scales varied in hue among the merfolk, from deep purples and blues, to lighter greens and rusty reds, giving them differences and outward personality among their own kind.
And John Spencer knew all of that. He knew, because he had come into contact with one. What he hadn't been informed of, was that she was the youngest of seven, and a Princess of the Sea, for her father was the just King Triton, lord and ruler of all the oceans. Aquata, Andrina, Arista, Attina, Alana, Ariel. He knew Ariel. It was rather easy to figure out, really, since she was the most adventurous of the lot, and was utterly fascinated by humans. Lucky for her that he wasn't some stud out to add another notch to his bedpost, or snag her on a hook and keep her on display.
As he watched the surface of the sea carefully, he was rewarded for his hope by an appearance; a head popping out from the waves, the crimson hair cascading over the girl's shoulder, her fair face sparkling with delight as her light blue eyes beamed at him.
"John! It's been too long."
She said, smiling broadly, but the look was dropped from her face as a shadow loomed up next to John, a shadow of a large seaman carrying lines and hooks for fishing. About to duck under, she nodded in understanding at the discreet gesture from John, to swim under to the starboard side of the ship. Cutting the boring part short, she was forced to get away from all the fishing hooks that were now thrown out, and out of her two options [down or up], she made a bold move, chosing up. Swimming around to the stern of the ship, she began to climb the ladder built into the wooden hull, and was helped through the window by John, who pulled her into his cabin. As her fin came through, a strange tingling filled her long fin, and she felt it divide into two sets of tingling nerves. Looking down, she gaped at her newly discovered legs, and wobbly tried to use them stand, but collapsed on his bunk, where she then realized that a particularly large hook had grazed her fin, or rather, one of her legs. But then, everything went dark.
She woke up the next morning to sunshine streaming in through the round port hole, and after talking with John, decided that any attempt to go back to the water would alert the crew. And that wouldn't end up well. So, her only option seemed to be to hide in John's cabin until they reached their destination. A port in Arabia.
When they arrived, he helped her slip out one night, and purchased garments to replace the sailor's garb she'd been wearing, and safe passage with a baggage train of camels and riders, once she'd realized that she couldn't pass up this chance to explore the human world. Thanks to his money [from trading furniture and rum for silk and other materials], she was now bedecked in fine layers of sapphire and emerald, yards of sheer fabrics and more opague ones. A light material of a dark hue had been created into something that resembled a skirt, and was slit in four places nealy up to her waist, dividing the garment into front, back, and two side drapes of a dark green, allowing her slender, shapely legs to show through when she moved, her balance nearly mastered. The waistline was lined with strange patterns that appeared foreign to her eyes, and was low, clinging to her hips as she walked, although it wasn't loose enough to fall off. A thinner, light material was used for the upper garment, and it fit around her chest, although it looked loose and dainty, gathered in the front with trimming in a similar tint of sapphire blue. From the seams underneath her arms, sleeves sprouted, made of a thin, sheer material that was poofy around her slender arms, gathering at her wrists, with the same deep blue embroidered at the wrists, twisting into strange shapes that were unfamiliar to her. Her shoulders were left bare, until the next garment was wrapped in place. It wasn't quite as light, although it was still quite thin, was the former, darker green colour, and swooped over both shoulders, draping over her arms, and overlapped the piece they adorned her head with, covering all of her lustrous, fiery coloured hair, this one so dark green that it seemed almost shadow. A length of sheer blue was somehow kept in place over the lower half of her face, the top, just under her eyes and over the bridge of her nose, had a chain of silver jingles attached, and made a light chiming sound when she turned her head quickly, leaving her eyes completely visable to passerby, allowing them to gaze into her orbs of exotic light blue, a colour that wasn't known to be in eyes, in their culture.
She knew she was indebted, but also knew that he'd turn down any offer to repay him, for so great was his character. After she watched his ship fade into the distance of the early afternoon sunshine, she sighed, turning around. During the weeks aboard The Isle of Skye, she'd gotten better at walking on legs, and had actually discovered her balance to be quite good, something that helped her from falling off of her mount, the first time she got on. The horse wasn't an overly large beast in her eyes, having lived among sea creatures, but it was still quite foreign, and she found through talking with another trader that her beast was called a 'horse'. Apparently an expensive one, too, for according to the man, John had paid quite a bit for the stallion, who was out of Johar, a pureblood Arabian, and sired by Ziyadah, a beautiful red stallion who also sired the famous 'Black', known by his breeder as Shetan.
Expensive, indeed.
After receiving a few tips on how to sit in the saddle and guide the horse, she bid the kind stranger farewell, and nudged the stallion into a lope, finding that she enjoyed the close contact with the powerful animal beneath her. Catching up with the group, she rode endless days across the Rub' al-Khali, until they neared Agrabah. The city loomed up before them, with sparse vegetation fighting for light under the hot sun, and a few traders on the outskirts greeted them, calling out offers about objects foreign to her ears. As they passed into the city, the caravan left her, a translator saying that the deal was done, for they had carried out their part in delivering her safely. Returning the gesture of departure between friends, she watched as the Bedouins traveled away, unsure of where to go, she slid off of Khaden, as she had began to call the light chestnut stallion, holding the reins in her right hand as she struggled to look like she wasn't such an outsider while meandering the streets. She wasn't a complete sore thumb, in her garb that matched theirs, but the light skin that showed proclaimed her to be quite foreign, like ivory among bronze and copper, for their bodies were tanned by the harsh sun overhead, although within the great city, canopies were often strung between the buildings.
Character's Name: Cardinal Evendim Tucker
Age; Grade; Occupation: Eighteen, 12th, N/A
Lockwood or St. Logans: Lockwood.
Why you've come to Springbrook's: The music program [clarinet piano drums], athletic program [football], because her grandfather willed enough for tuition to her name.
Role-play Sample: [It's completely unrelated, but I never got to use it in the RP it was intended for.]
Splash.
The tail-end of a fin was seen as it flashed by, diving into the waves. The rest of the creature's body was unseen but for the quick movement, not yet witnessed by the human eyes watching. The men aboard The Isle of Skye scratched their heads and pondered on what sort of fish had such a lovely, iredesent, light teal blue tail-fin, before going back to their duties. Leaving his post at the helm when another man came to take his turn, John Spencer casually walked to the port side, leaning on the wide wooden railing to look over at the waves below. His keen eyes searched the waters for any sign of what his shipmates had seen, for he knew what it had been. He knew that his men had witnessed not just a strange fish, but a being that was actually half human.
A mermaid.
Such creatures were not myth, much as they wanted humans to believe. No, they were real flesh and bone, although their anatomy differed greatly from that of a human. Although they possessed the same sort of head, arms, and torso, that was where the similarities ended. Oh sure, they had hair in different colours, and skin tanned according to how close they swam to the surface, and eyes in varying hues, just like any two-legged that walked upon land.
But they breathed under water, for one thing. Gills couldn't be found, making them a miracle species, according to the standards of modern science, but that didn't stop them from surviving beneath the powerful waves that pounded against the hulls of passing ships. Also, their spine didn't end in a stubby tailbone, like the backbone of humans, but rather their's continued on into a full length tail fin, ending in a structure similar in shape to that of a dolphin, but thinner and lighter, like a fish's fin. Tiny, almost molecular-looking sized scales began a bit below the belly-button, and grew larger as they went southwards, until they were about the size of quarters, making them obvious cousins to fish. These said scales varied in hue among the merfolk, from deep purples and blues, to lighter greens and rusty reds, giving them differences and outward personality among their own kind.
And John Spencer knew all of that. He knew, because he had come into contact with one. What he hadn't been informed of, was that she was the youngest of seven, and a Princess of the Sea, for her father was the just King Triton, lord and ruler of all the oceans. Aquata, Andrina, Arista, Attina, Alana, Ariel. He knew Ariel. It was rather easy to figure out, really, since she was the most adventurous of the lot, and was utterly fascinated by humans. Lucky for her that he wasn't some stud out to add another notch to his bedpost, or snag her on a hook and keep her on display.
As he watched the surface of the sea carefully, he was rewarded for his hope by an appearance; a head popping out from the waves, the crimson hair cascading over the girl's shoulder, her fair face sparkling with delight as her light blue eyes beamed at him.
"John! It's been too long."
She said, smiling broadly, but the look was dropped from her face as a shadow loomed up next to John, a shadow of a large seaman carrying lines and hooks for fishing. About to duck under, she nodded in understanding at the discreet gesture from John, to swim under to the starboard side of the ship. Cutting the boring part short, she was forced to get away from all the fishing hooks that were now thrown out, and out of her two options [down or up], she made a bold move, chosing up. Swimming around to the stern of the ship, she began to climb the ladder built into the wooden hull, and was helped through the window by John, who pulled her into his cabin. As her fin came through, a strange tingling filled her long fin, and she felt it divide into two sets of tingling nerves. Looking down, she gaped at her newly discovered legs, and wobbly tried to use them stand, but collapsed on his bunk, where she then realized that a particularly large hook had grazed her fin, or rather, one of her legs. But then, everything went dark.
She woke up the next morning to sunshine streaming in through the round port hole, and after talking with John, decided that any attempt to go back to the water would alert the crew. And that wouldn't end up well. So, her only option seemed to be to hide in John's cabin until they reached their destination. A port in Arabia.
When they arrived, he helped her slip out one night, and purchased garments to replace the sailor's garb she'd been wearing, and safe passage with a baggage train of camels and riders, once she'd realized that she couldn't pass up this chance to explore the human world. Thanks to his money [from trading furniture and rum for silk and other materials], she was now bedecked in fine layers of sapphire and emerald, yards of sheer fabrics and more opague ones. A light material of a dark hue had been created into something that resembled a skirt, and was slit in four places nealy up to her waist, dividing the garment into front, back, and two side drapes of a dark green, allowing her slender, shapely legs to show through when she moved, her balance nearly mastered. The waistline was lined with strange patterns that appeared foreign to her eyes, and was low, clinging to her hips as she walked, although it wasn't loose enough to fall off. A thinner, light material was used for the upper garment, and it fit around her chest, although it looked loose and dainty, gathered in the front with trimming in a similar tint of sapphire blue. From the seams underneath her arms, sleeves sprouted, made of a thin, sheer material that was poofy around her slender arms, gathering at her wrists, with the same deep blue embroidered at the wrists, twisting into strange shapes that were unfamiliar to her. Her shoulders were left bare, until the next garment was wrapped in place. It wasn't quite as light, although it was still quite thin, was the former, darker green colour, and swooped over both shoulders, draping over her arms, and overlapped the piece they adorned her head with, covering all of her lustrous, fiery coloured hair, this one so dark green that it seemed almost shadow. A length of sheer blue was somehow kept in place over the lower half of her face, the top, just under her eyes and over the bridge of her nose, had a chain of silver jingles attached, and made a light chiming sound when she turned her head quickly, leaving her eyes completely visable to passerby, allowing them to gaze into her orbs of exotic light blue, a colour that wasn't known to be in eyes, in their culture.
She knew she was indebted, but also knew that he'd turn down any offer to repay him, for so great was his character. After she watched his ship fade into the distance of the early afternoon sunshine, she sighed, turning around. During the weeks aboard The Isle of Skye, she'd gotten better at walking on legs, and had actually discovered her balance to be quite good, something that helped her from falling off of her mount, the first time she got on. The horse wasn't an overly large beast in her eyes, having lived among sea creatures, but it was still quite foreign, and she found through talking with another trader that her beast was called a 'horse'. Apparently an expensive one, too, for according to the man, John had paid quite a bit for the stallion, who was out of Johar, a pureblood Arabian, and sired by Ziyadah, a beautiful red stallion who also sired the famous 'Black', known by his breeder as Shetan.
Expensive, indeed.
After receiving a few tips on how to sit in the saddle and guide the horse, she bid the kind stranger farewell, and nudged the stallion into a lope, finding that she enjoyed the close contact with the powerful animal beneath her. Catching up with the group, she rode endless days across the Rub' al-Khali, until they neared Agrabah. The city loomed up before them, with sparse vegetation fighting for light under the hot sun, and a few traders on the outskirts greeted them, calling out offers about objects foreign to her ears. As they passed into the city, the caravan left her, a translator saying that the deal was done, for they had carried out their part in delivering her safely. Returning the gesture of departure between friends, she watched as the Bedouins traveled away, unsure of where to go, she slid off of Khaden, as she had began to call the light chestnut stallion, holding the reins in her right hand as she struggled to look like she wasn't such an outsider while meandering the streets. She wasn't a complete sore thumb, in her garb that matched theirs, but the light skin that showed proclaimed her to be quite foreign, like ivory among bronze and copper, for their bodies were tanned by the harsh sun overhead, although within the great city, canopies were often strung between the buildings.
