Name: Danoi Bloodfin, simply called Bloodfin

Age: 30

Gender: Male

Race: Merman with evident Queath ancestry.

Appearance: Larger than most Merfolk, though not quite so large as Agu, and hairless. He has smooth gray shark skin in place of scales, and an actual fin on his back. His eyes are deep red, giving others an unsettling feeling when he looks upon them. As if that weren't enough, he has a slightly extended jaw with two rows of jagged sharp teeth. Also, he has "street shark abs." His usual attire consists of Seashell armor, a kilt made completely of pinkish shells and a pauldron on his right shoulder, of the same make, which is connected to the kilt by a sash of dyed red kelp. He carries a slim trident with a barnacle here and there along the shaft.

Profession: Retired Officer of the Palace Offensive

Bio: During a Sea Monk raid on an outpost somewhere in the deep, the commander's daughter was captured by the Queath. On the orders of it's Sea Monk master a beastly Queath with numerous scars going down the length of it's body and missing it's left eye raped the mermaid in front of the incapacitated guards and commander. After a bloody struggle and the arrival of unannounced reinforcements the mermaid managed to escape. Bloodfin does not know his mother or even the family from which he came, though he does know the story of his birth.

He was raised by an elderly rich couple, called Rubyfin, in one of the beautiful capital cities. It wasn't until he reached puberty that the rages began. The first time it happened only one of the house hold guard was injured. The second and third times were more gruesome. The Rubyfin family that had taken him in had not been able to have children of their own and thought of Danoi as a son. So it was the young half-breed took it upon himself to take long treks into the deep. At first guards were ordered to escort him, but loyalty will only take a man so far when he sees the unleashed rage of a Queath in even a young boy. Eventually Danoi would take only a spear and disappear into the murky depths, sometimes for days.

Despite his episodes he managed to graduate from the Academy with honors and then join the Palace Guard as an Officer. He was quickly ushered into the Place Offensive and due to the rages was quickly dubbed Bloodfin in place of Rubyfin. While visiting the Academy after a year of service he met Sedna. Sedna's cool and somewhat aloof mannerisms seemed to put Bloodfin at ease. He began courting Sedna that same season. When called to an outpost within the deep he promised Sedna that upon his return they would marry.

Bloodfin spent a year in the outpost known as the Bone Reef. Constant skirmishes with Sea Monks and their Queath minions gave the half-breed a new purpose for his rage. He was almost happy. Eventually his term ended and he returned to the Atlantean Palace (Yes, I did it. Atlantis. Hell yes.). He had gained a few field promotions in the deep and returned to be awarded numerous medals and decorations. No matter his valor and evident usefulness, the truth of the matter was that Bloodfin scared his subordinates and superiors alike. He was kindly asked to retire.

Shortly after he married Sedna his foster parents died, leaving the Rubyfin Estates to Danoi. It was renamed unofficially the Bloodfin Estates and now even Danoi calls it that. His guard is made of the few Palace Offensive soldiers who would follow Bloodfin into the heart of Queath territory. Before preparations could be made to move the Bloodfin family into the Estates, Sedna grew wide with child. At first Bloodfin was ecstatic, full of overwhelming joy at having a child.

Then the doubts came. Would it take after him, or it's mother? He was a rare case, the only other cases of Queath-Merfolk coupling he knew of had produced only monstrosities that ate themselves out of their mother's womb. Would that happen with his child? Should he kill it now to save the mother's life? He knew of algae gatherers that claimed to have concoctions that would stop the life within and leave the mother unmolested. Sedna was glowing with her version of happiness and Bloodfin could not bring himself to even broach the subject with her. Every time he saw her the doubts and sometimes even frightening urges would fill him. Kill it! Kill it now!

All this would start to put a space between Danoi and Sedna. She one day claimed she would spend the rest of the pregnancy with her mother, who knew of such things. Danoi assented, though there were many in the city who could do better than his somewhat estranged mother-in-law. It was the distance between them. After two months of her absence Bloodfin has finally come to terms with the child. Though he feared all of the same things, he realized that the child could not be to blame, only he could. With this knowledge he was finally able to convince himself all would be well. The child is more Merfolk than Queath, right?

Bloodfin is now making his way to the home of Nuliajuk. Though excited to his see his brother-in-law and anxious to see his wife, the doubts still lurk just beneath the surface.

*hauls out the big rubber approval stamp and black ink pad*

Approved.

Alright, I know I'm the new guy, and I haven't even posted yet, but I would like to make a second character. A Jelly-fish Herder. Eh? I'm still working on the concept, but I think it could be good.

LOL

Ye gods, this lives!

Name: Olpic, called Olpie

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Race: Merfolk

Appearance: Olpic's looks would be considered average among Merfolk. He has sea green skin and relatively greasy black hair that is long and ragged. Skinny, and his height just makes it worse. His flesh and scales seem to be drawn tight across his thin muscles and bones. His eyes are greenish black tint as if his skin and hair had an affair they were the result. A seashell kilt is something that never enters a herder's mind, seashells are tools and the ones that aren't useful are sold for their beauty. As such, Olpie wears a skirt, more than a kilt, of long dead brown kelp strands. A thin baldric made of discarded net lines keeps his slapper oh his left side. His only other adornment is a small choker of seaweed with a small piece of rounded glass on it. He sometimes carries a length of driftwood to fend off predators the slapper can't handle.

Profession: Jellyherd

Bio: Olpie was born the second child of a fisherman and his wife. Before he was three Olpie was aiding his sister in tying nets and sharpening Father's spear. Mother would spend the day along the edges of the shore searching for shells and other odds and ends to sell or use. Often he and Shuri, his sister, would join their mother and frolic up and down the shore collecting pretty stones and broken shell fragments.

Olpie was six years old when Father bought a couple of jellies for Olpie to raise and secrete their gooey excesses from. The young boy learned quickly and by the time he was ten had made those few jellies into a complete herd. It was that summer that Shuri married a fisherboy from across the gap, a small trench that divided the lagoon from the rest of the ocean. The young jellyherd soon found himself bereft of his playmate and would venture farther and farther from his family's cove with his herd.

Mother always complained, frightened that her boy would get hurt or loss. Father's face would grow hard and he would comment that the cove was going to Shuri and her husband, and that the boy had best learn a trade. Mother would only cry in response and give Olpie an extra helping of whatever they were having for dinner.

By the time Olpie was fifteen he only stopped by the cove to drop off the secretions and get supplies. He hardly needed that, he could gather food and had enough knowledge to be a decent algae gatherer in his own right. He knew ho to cleanse wounds and bind them. Olpie even knew how to leave a false blood trail for would be predators, though most had learned to stay away from the boy and his stinging slapper.

Olpie is now seventeen and a man grown. He can often be seen by the Merfolk of the lagoon off in the distance, standing with his pointed upward at the surface.

Extra, extra! Read all about it!: I know this doesn't give a very good depiction of Olpie's personality and I didn't want it too. He's quiet and cautious, and not at all confident. I created him to fill two roles. The eventual guide for the harp and to be a visible transition from boyhood to manhood. Also, he's Greek. That's the visual I wanted to give. He even speaks Greek, and some Italian, Spanish is considered by him to be a trading language. Since Spanish and ITalian are so similar just assume he's speaking mostly Italian. I just wanted to jump in on the multiple languages fun.

THE SLAPPER!: The slapper is based off of bellows. You know, the leathery thing that blows a concentrated blast of air? Well this a prototype ranged weapon Irish thought up based off of bellows. It's called a slapper because in order for it to shoot a pebble you have to slap it, or slap it against something. Come up with your own visual image.

Olpie is approved.

*Stamps character sheet*

Welcome back Aslin

*Applies literary defibulator*

Good times this, although I cringe a little, looking at some of my old posts. So short.