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βMy soul is full of longing
for the secret of the sea,
and the heart of the great ocean
sends a thrilling pulse through meβ
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Amalthia Cael Dubois
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Ama|| A general nickname, a simple shortening of her long name.
Nightingale|| A term coined by various sailors to describe her lilting song, if they live to tell about it that is.
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Appears 15, though over time she has lost track of her factual age
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Asexual-panromantic
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The Singer
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Manaka Mukaido || Nagi no Asukara
Amalthia Cael Dubois
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Ama|| A general nickname, a simple shortening of her long name.
Nightingale|| A term coined by various sailors to describe her lilting song, if they live to tell about it that is.
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Appears 15, though over time she has lost track of her factual age
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Asexual-panromantic
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The Singer
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Manaka Mukaido || Nagi no Asukara
β Grey rocks, and greyer sea,
And surf along the shore --
And in my heart a name
My lips shall speak no more. β
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4'9", a very small delicate girl
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Last time she checked it was around 90lbs
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Deep red, the color of some of the vibrant corals along the reef.
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Sea blue, her eyes are reflective of the ocean itself.
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Slight feathers linger behind her ears, tied into her hair.
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A petite little doll of a girl, her eyes as bright as the stars and an innocence about her unlike any other in the world. Her choppy red hair hangs about shoulder length, framing her rounded baby-face like a frame to a work of art. Her body is as if it never developed, rather child-like and flat all over, save for her hips that seem to be the only "womanly" thing about her. Her large eyes and choppy hair denote how truly akin to a child she really is, her skin is without blemish and pale as snow. Many wouldn't look twice at her, while some would find her irresistible, plus her delicate features and softly smiling lips that were the color of a sakura blossom in spring. Ama has some qualities that make her stand out from the rest and these are the ones told above.
4'9", a very small delicate girl
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Last time she checked it was around 90lbs
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Deep red, the color of some of the vibrant corals along the reef.
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Sea blue, her eyes are reflective of the ocean itself.
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Slight feathers linger behind her ears, tied into her hair.
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A petite little doll of a girl, her eyes as bright as the stars and an innocence about her unlike any other in the world. Her choppy red hair hangs about shoulder length, framing her rounded baby-face like a frame to a work of art. Her body is as if it never developed, rather child-like and flat all over, save for her hips that seem to be the only "womanly" thing about her. Her large eyes and choppy hair denote how truly akin to a child she really is, her skin is without blemish and pale as snow. Many wouldn't look twice at her, while some would find her irresistible, plus her delicate features and softly smiling lips that were the color of a sakura blossom in spring. Ama has some qualities that make her stand out from the rest and these are the ones told above.
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β A full moon sprinkled the black ocean with diamonds, and she could imagine fairies dancing in the silver foam that laced the huge, dark waves β
β₯ Her Sisters They are the ones who have been there for her since the accident at sea all those years ago. She loves each and everyone, she'd do anything for them, even kill to protect them. Though it will cause her grief later.
β₯ Seashells & Shinies Little bobbles that twinkle and shine draw her eye, along with a fancy shell or two. She has a vast collection of very lovely and unique objects that she lines up on her shelves in her room.
β₯ Jellyfish Floaty and ethereal to Ama, the soft jellies are a thing of almost divine beauty. Whenever they are about you can find her observing them happy as could be.
β₯ Sweets Especially cake, if you bribe her with sweets --or better yet gift her them-- rest assured you'll get points in her book.
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βThough my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;
I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.β
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β¦ Killing & Violence She has too tender of a heart to condone such things, however if someone were to threaten her sisters, she'd be forced to defend them the best she could.
β¦ Nets The thought of getting all tangled up within one is truly a uncomfortable thought for her.
β¦ Causing Grief Ama hates having people worry about her or being the reason someone is hurting or distraught. So, she usually keeps her problems tucked inside for no one but herself.
β¦ Crying As a very emotional girl, she hates crying. She cries so much over every little thing that she has gotten sick of being such a crybaby about everything.
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Daydreams Every once and again, while out and about, you may find Ama lost in her own mind. Absently doing this or that, the cause of this is that in her mind she is off in another world. Somewhere safe, a happy place for her to find refuge. A lovely little dream to take her suffering from her.
"See no Evil" When she gets scared or feels like she might get in trouble, she will cover her eyes. In hopes that if she can't see it, it won't be as scary.
Nodding As a nervous tick, when she starts getting nervous her head will nod over and over as if in a rhythm, her hands will go to her arms as if to hug herself, and this is usually the lead up to an attack.
Quiet as a Mouse When not singing, Ama doesn't really talk much. She'd much rather keep her mouth shut as much like her singing, her very voice can drive people into the sea. Even when not around mortals, she tends to silence herself and she has done this for a very long time.
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β¦ Naive"The world is beautiful, what could truly be so evil about it?" Ama is truly innocent to most of the ways of the world, she never knew much about anything and so she views everything with wide eyed awe.
β¦ Too Kind"Why should we fight and be purposely cruel when we can forgive and forget?" If she found a human, or anything else, struggling to survive she would nurse it back to health. If a human tried to kill her, she would forgive them for it. It is a grievous offense indeed when she won't forgive you.
β¦ Frail"This body I have been given, it is small and weak. It calls for protection and yet, none comes." Ama is very small and fragile. She is not going to be fighting anyone off anytime soon.
β¦ Panic Attacks"When the world gets overwhelming, my mind shuts down." Ever since she can remember, when she gets really worked up over anything, or when a world shaking event occurs, Ama has been known to collapse and begin hyperventilating and twitching slightly. She has these attacks often and they can be quite dangerous depending on when they happen.
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β₯ Selfless"Why should I not be concerned for my fellow life forms?" If it came to it, Ama would sacrifice herself in an instant for someone she cared for.
β₯ Brave"Things in this life are many, I believe I can stand up to most." While she is naive, she is also ignorantly brave of the world around her. She does not fear death nor illness. She can defy anyone with a coolheadedness that is rare for anyone really.
β₯ Haunting Voice"A voice to drive humans to their death. A cursed tongue that sounds like an angel but is fit for a demon." Her voice has become a tool to charm humans and sway them under her control. Such strong control that she can make them sink to their death by beckoning them to her with her lilting songs.
β₯ Just"In every situation, it is best to know both sides of a story before acting." Ama will never make a choice without understanding the issue more, from all sides.
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Tight spaces Ama likes swimming free, being in wide open spaces, the though of being trapped somewhere tight and restricting is one of the only thing she truly enjoys more than anything.
Losing her "Sisters" The ones who took her in and protected her after she became a mermaid. She doesn't know what she'd do if anything ever happened to them.
Becoming HeartlessAlthough she'll be the first to complain about her over-emotional tendencies, yet if she ever couldn't feel her emotions she fears that she would lose herself along with them.
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β There is a thin line that separates life from death, but once it's crossed, it becomes as large as an ocean. β
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Lost in skies of powdered gold
Caught in clouds of silver ropes
Showered by the empty hopes
As I tumble down
Falling fast to the ground
I know I'll wither
So peel away the bark
Because nothing
Grows when it is dark
In spite of all my fears
I can see it all so clear
I see it all so clear
Cover your crystal eyes
And feel the tones that tremble down your spine
Cover your crystal eyes
And let your colours bleed and blend with mine
Making waves in pitch black sand
Feel the salt dance on my hands
Raw and charcoal coloured thighs
Feel so cold and my skin
Feels so paper-thin
I know I'll wither
So peel away the bark
Because nothing
Grows when it is dark
In spite of all my fears
I can see it all so clear
I see it all so clear
Cover your crystal eyes
And feel the tones that tremble down your spine
Cover your crystal eyes
And let your colours bleed and blend with mine
But I'm ok
In see-through skin
I forgive what is within
Because I'm in this house
I'm in this home
All my time
Cover your crystal eyes
And feel the tones that tremble down your spine
Cover your crystal eyes
And let your colours bleed and blend with mine.
Lost in skies of powdered gold
Caught in clouds of silver ropes
Showered by the empty hopes
As I tumble down
Falling fast to the ground
I know I'll wither
So peel away the bark
Because nothing
Grows when it is dark
In spite of all my fears
I can see it all so clear
I see it all so clear
Cover your crystal eyes
And feel the tones that tremble down your spine
Cover your crystal eyes
And let your colours bleed and blend with mine
Making waves in pitch black sand
Feel the salt dance on my hands
Raw and charcoal coloured thighs
Feel so cold and my skin
Feels so paper-thin
I know I'll wither
So peel away the bark
Because nothing
Grows when it is dark
In spite of all my fears
I can see it all so clear
I see it all so clear
Cover your crystal eyes
And feel the tones that tremble down your spine
Cover your crystal eyes
And let your colours bleed and blend with mine
But I'm ok
In see-through skin
I forgive what is within
Because I'm in this house
I'm in this home
All my time
Cover your crystal eyes
And feel the tones that tremble down your spine
Cover your crystal eyes
And let your colours bleed and blend with mine.
βI like the night. Without the dark, we'd never see the stars. β
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Eugenia Dubois|Mother|Deceased
Leland Dubois|Father|Deceased
Melanie Dubois|Elder Sister|Deceased
Reuben Dubois|Elder Brother|Deceased
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It was the year 1798 in the heat of the French Revolution, Amalthia was the daughter of a noble family, something that wasn't a thing to be proud of in that point in time. The aristocracy was falling apart left and right and the common people of France were out for noble blood. They had lived together in a comfy lifestyle for years before the heat of this uprising, a very happy family who held lavish parties every other night. Amalthia was their darling youngest girl, the precious gemstone of the Dubois legacy. Many, many suitors came to call on her, just to listen to her lilting singing voice and her skill with the Piano. However all of that changed when the rebels reached their mansion in the country, her family was forced into a full retreat, going through shady ties and hoping for escape from France to anywhere safe.
The decided to retreat overseas, so they headed out and in disguise and even made it to the dockyards. Unfortunately Amalthia was the only one who was able to board the boat and as they sailed away from the port she was forced to watch her family members get cut down by revolutionists. Amalthia wept over her family as the crew made sure to put her to work. Scrubbing floors and making food. However her family had tucked her hair into a boys hat and dressed her as a commoner boy. Which was quite effective with her flat chest. She never spoke a word out of fear of giving herself away for the captain was very superstitious of the legend of women being bad luck on the sea.
It worked until they got out deep to sea and a bad storm brewed on the horizon. The men took the sails down and held on for dear life. The captain burst into the small galley kitchen where "Ander" had slept. He looked him over and they had a small struggle as the captain hurled accusations toward Amalthia, in the tousle her hat fell off and her shirt popped open revealing her as a female. His eyes widened and he then tied her up and as an "offering" to quell the oceans fury, he chucked her in. Thinking she had escaped one death to then fall victim to another. Water filled her lungs, yet she awoke and found herself swimming and breathing with ease. Without questioning it she swam toward a place that called to her. That is where she has remained. The Mother told her she had been blessed with a Siren song strong enough to kill entire shiploads of men. True enough she had, though she is always hesitant to use it. She remains happy enough alongside her sisters.
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Eugenia Dubois|Mother|Deceased
Leland Dubois|Father|Deceased
Melanie Dubois|Elder Sister|Deceased
Reuben Dubois|Elder Brother|Deceased
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It was the year 1798 in the heat of the French Revolution, Amalthia was the daughter of a noble family, something that wasn't a thing to be proud of in that point in time. The aristocracy was falling apart left and right and the common people of France were out for noble blood. They had lived together in a comfy lifestyle for years before the heat of this uprising, a very happy family who held lavish parties every other night. Amalthia was their darling youngest girl, the precious gemstone of the Dubois legacy. Many, many suitors came to call on her, just to listen to her lilting singing voice and her skill with the Piano. However all of that changed when the rebels reached their mansion in the country, her family was forced into a full retreat, going through shady ties and hoping for escape from France to anywhere safe.
The decided to retreat overseas, so they headed out and in disguise and even made it to the dockyards. Unfortunately Amalthia was the only one who was able to board the boat and as they sailed away from the port she was forced to watch her family members get cut down by revolutionists. Amalthia wept over her family as the crew made sure to put her to work. Scrubbing floors and making food. However her family had tucked her hair into a boys hat and dressed her as a commoner boy. Which was quite effective with her flat chest. She never spoke a word out of fear of giving herself away for the captain was very superstitious of the legend of women being bad luck on the sea.
It worked until they got out deep to sea and a bad storm brewed on the horizon. The men took the sails down and held on for dear life. The captain burst into the small galley kitchen where "Ander" had slept. He looked him over and they had a small struggle as the captain hurled accusations toward Amalthia, in the tousle her hat fell off and her shirt popped open revealing her as a female. His eyes widened and he then tied her up and as an "offering" to quell the oceans fury, he chucked her in. Thinking she had escaped one death to then fall victim to another. Water filled her lungs, yet she awoke and found herself swimming and breathing with ease. Without questioning it she swam toward a place that called to her. That is where she has remained. The Mother told her she had been blessed with a Siren song strong enough to kill entire shiploads of men. True enough she had, though she is always hesitant to use it. She remains happy enough alongside her sisters.
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When she does sing or speak, it is usually in a heavy french accent. She is also a very talented pianist.
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