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Amethyst

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a character in “In Shallow Seas”, as played by hxcdreamer

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Appearance

Pale but bright violet eyes and full pale pink lips. She's got a couple of chipped teeth in the back and her left canine tooth is broken because of a couple accidental bone chomps during eating. Dark hair that cascades down to just underneath her small-ish breasts. She's got a very small waist and sharp visible collar and hip bones, but a rounded backside. Overall, on the slender boned side. Her name comes from the color of her eyes and tail, which has a strong amethyst tint to it. Her tail is 4'4" long, on the average-to-long side. She's got a couple scars scattered around her body, the biggest one being a diagonal mark across her upper right shoulder.

Personality

Her mother told her she had been born with the mind of a thirty year old. She's always been a thinker, a planner. She isn't the type to just go out and be spontaneous, she organizes her thoughts and then makes decisions. She actually left her mother at the young age of sixteen, an action she later came to regret. Her mother was her only true friend over the years, with the exception of someone she traveled with for a few decades long ago. She may or may not have gone a little crazy after so many years of being alone after that--talking to herself, midnight races against sharks, keeping a human or two as a pet... Like a midlife crisis, she eventually realized what was happening to her and started the path to becoming sane again. Now she's much the same as she was before her lunacy, but perhaps a little more outspoken around others.

History

A 366 year old siren born in Greece. She gained a soul when she was a hundred and fifty one years old, and she remembers the day clearly but likely won't tell you the story. It ended in the miscarriage of her first child. She spent two centuries traveling the oceans, sometimes along the coasts and others in disguise as a lover to a sailor on a ship to take a rest from traveling. For a decade or so she lived off of the coast of Brazil, trying to make a permanent home for herself but was beginning to grow discontent and knew she was getting to be on the old side for her kind. She wanted to give a life in Greece one last visit before she ended her life, but discovered herself to be pregnant upon arrival, with the only explanation being that one of the sailors she'd traveled with had knocked her up. Having planned out her suicide, her pregnancy rather annoyed her but with her previous experience, just couldn't bring herself to end the life inside the egg with her. And so, Amethyst set out to find a siren in hopes that someone else would raise it.

So begins...

Amethyst's Story

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The bottom of the sea was dark and peaceful, only the occasional ray of sunlight brave enough to penetrate the depths below the crashing waves. There was little life down here, just a few small crustaceans and flat fish that would spend their whole lives in a mile-wide radius. One of these tiny crabs- it's pale, spindly legs kicking up tiny billows of sand- was working it's way over a pile of rocks in search of the tiny particles that constituted its diet. Simple-minded as it was, the sea creature didn't notice the change in texture or color of the surface it scuttled over, it's mind focused completely on filling its stomach. Instead of porous rock, the crab was now striding quickly across a pale limb, outstretched across the surface of the undersea formation.

A pair of bright blue eyes watched the crab's progress up the gradual incline formed by the pale skin absently, moving perfectly in time with the animal's thin legs. The owner of the arm and eyes waited until the small creature had made it's way all the way up to the shoulder before lashing out at it. Scrambling at nothing with it's claws, the tiny crab found itself borne suddenly aloft- held between two needle-sharp nails. Before the dumb creature could understand fully what was happening the fingers that pinioned it flexed and crushed its shell with minimal effort.

The slender Siren released the remains of the crab into the slow tide of the deep water, her fluorescent eyes glowing as they watched it float away. Now that her rest was disturbed, Ember knew that she would never be able to fall back asleep again, but continued to lay on the ocean floor quietly for a few more moments. Watching the tendrils of her red hair float toward the surface like strands of kelp, the slender sea-woman slowly reached her claw-like fingers up above her head. She slowly straightened her arms and bent her back into an arch, her naked chest pushing away from the rock she'd been using as a bed. Ember swung her fins back and forth slowly as she rolled over on the rock to eye the sea floor.

Just beyond the rock formation was a graveyard of ship parts, each covered with a layer of moss and crustaceans. Admiring her handy-work, Ember arched her back again- clawing deep rivulets in the rock with her nails. This stretch of ocean had been her home for the last couple of decades, and she'd performed her own version of interior-decorating by collecting bits from ships that she had thought to be particularly attractive. Her favorite was a figurehead shaped in the likeness of one of her own kind- it's face impassive in its beauty. Collecting these bits of wood, eating what sailors she could get, and resting on the bottom of the ocean was how she had spent the last few years; it wasn't the life she would have chosen- but it was peaceful enough.

Snorting at the thought, Ember bared her needle-sharp teeth. She hated peaceful. Without any warning she launched herself off the rock, rocketing through the maze of discarded rubbish at incredible speeds. Dodging a large chunk of granite, she let a dangerous smile cover her features as she sped up even more when she sited a tiny whole in a wall of wood before her. Flattening her hands against the scales covering her tail, she slipped through the gap- just catching her hip on a splinter of wood. A hiss of pain escaped her lips and she whirled in a fury to rip the offending plank from the hull.

Ember stopped half-way through destroying the wood, when a shadow passed over her. Red-hair fanned out in all directions as she peered up through the gloom at the unmistakable figure floating across the surface miles above her. Her stomach rumbled audibly and she turned down to glare at it as it reminded her she hadn't eaten in nearly a month. Slowly she began the long journey up the surface, trailing after the ship silently.

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Two thousand feet below the surface lay Amethyst's resting figure. She had her flexible tail curled up around the front of her body, making an oval shape of her form. Where her dark hair didn't web out over her torso, her arms and hands could be seen held close to her bare chest as she slept. While curling up in the sand, she created a little crater for herself to rest in. The short walls of the sand kept the water's cold currents from keeping her awake at night. They didn't often bother her, but pregnancy does strange things to the body.

A strange series of melodic whines and high pitched tunes were growing louder. The sounds echoed clearly throughout the ocean's deep. Occasionally vague throat-clicking like noises would interrupt the different songs. Amethyst's brow furrowed as she was stirred from her sleep. The fog of rest clouded her mind and left her in a daze. She instinctively brought one hand down her slender stomach to rest on her lower abdomen. The other propped her up on her side on the sand of the sea bed. Her eyes opened and searched for the source of the sound. At first she saw nothing through the dark navy-gray color of the sea, but then she saw large black forms above. She crouched closer to the ground in a bad attempt to hide herself until she could determine what it was. There were probably eight or nine of the figures; most quite large, but two looked much smaller. At first all her dazed mind could process was their echoing songs and black colors, but then her eyes took in patches of white and the way in which the creatures swam. Orca whales. They swam high above Amethyst in a small pod, playfully corkscrewing through the water and racing one another. Amethyst relaxed.

Bringing her hands up to her head, she ran her fingers through her long black hair and yawned a breath of water. A few bubbles escaped her lips and rose to the surface, the result of left over air from her surface trip a day earlier. There hadn't been much sea life along the coast of France, aside from the whales and occasional schools of fish, so Amethyst had let her guard down a bit. Judging by the little amount of light there was, she guessed it was mid-morning. She looked up and could see the surface of the water over a mile above her. It was faint, but her sharp eyes could pick up on the patterns of the little waves as they broke upon one another on the surface. She pushed off of her temporary bed on the sand, propelling herself into the water. At about a thousand feet in depth, where the water was much lighter and she could keep an eye on the whales, she maintained a speed of about 80 miles per hour. Her tail, one giant muscle covered in iridescent scales, pumped her through the water like she was just a seashell in a powerful current. She kept on the lookout for any more sea life, especially for another siren such as herself.

Amethyst had been traveling along the coast of France and Spain for many, many days now. She'd been traveling at a medium pace, for important reasons. She had to cover a lot of ocean in as little time as possible. She was shocked when she had circled the entire Mediterranean and found no other sirens. It was usually the easiest place to find them. She contributed it to the winter season; perhaps they had traveled some place warmer, like the Caribbean or around Africa's coastlines. However, after traveling around all of Greece and then Barcelona, Portugal, and most of France's west coast, her hopes were beginning to die. Perhaps it was just not her luck to find another siren in time.

The cool water that ran over her body woke her mind up very quickly. No, she would not give up hope. She still had three and a half months before she would be forced to raise the child inside of her herself. It was not ideal. Amethyst had lived as long as she cared to live. She had seen all of the places in the world she desired to see, and then some. She had sunk entire sail boats, even one ship, and eaten the heart of a renowned Captain. She'd owned companion pets, and knew the meaning of friendship. That was something many sirens couldn't say they'd had. She was ready to go on and see what her afterlife would be like. Since having a soul, she no longer feared what came next, whatever it might be. She was ready for it. The new life inside of her had set her back in the beautiful suicide she had planned for herself in Greece. She didn't want to live for another two decades raising a child in a never ending depression.

The next stop in her travels would be the English Channel, where she would search long and hard on both sides of the water canyon it was. Beyond that, her only hopes would be in Amsterdam and St. Petersburg. Amethyst rose in altitude through the water as she swam. She wanted to swim closer to the surface now. She hoped the sun would warm the chills that her pregnancy was causing her.

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Breaking the surface with barely a ripple- her bright crimson hair obscured by fog- Ember's pale turquoise eyes peered through the fog, cat-like pupils stretching to let in the maximum amount of light from the fog-shrouded day. The waves had subsided earlier in the evening along with the wind, leaving the surface of the water smooth like a mirror and the large ship stranded. Slowly the slender Siren made her way toward the hull, slicing through the water noiselessly and leaving a trail of tiny v-shaped waves. The deep, grey clouds covering the surface of the ocean covered her approach as she made her way up to the barnacle-encrusted timbers.

Her eyes pierced the viel of the fog easily as she made her way beside the old shipping vessel, all senses open and alert for signs of movement aboard. As she circled the fore of the ship, she stopped to gaze upward at the figurehead carved into the wood. Needle-thin teeth appeared as Ember smiled up at the woman's likeness, worn smooth by a thousand waves and the salt-spray of the open sea. The red-haired sea creature floated closer to the carved wood and reached out to caress the oaken cheek with an icy-cold hand. "Hello gorgeous, it's too bad you're stuck here isn't it," she whispered to the false likeness- her voice a silken melody in the calm waters,"If only I could take you away from your prison."

The sound of footsteps from above had her sinking back into the watery depths until she was completely submerged once more, her teeth bared in a feral-look of surprise. It'd been too long since she'd done this, she'd nearly forgotten what her priority was- the intricate carvings of the figure head distracting her from the rumbling in her stomach. Shaking her long, fiery hair she forced herself to focus once more and rose back to the surface to listen once more for the footsteps. They sounded a bit further away from her on the deck of the ship- carrying eerily in the still, fog-shrouded atmosphere.

Ember began to concentrate then, and slowly the fog around her dissipated- creating a clear corridor between her and the man walking alone on the old ship's deck. Blue eyes gleaming in an unnatural light, the Siren rose out of the water until her whole upper-body was exposed- rivulets of water running down and across her shoulders and breasts as her hair floated in unnaturally dry waves across her bare back. Gently she began to sing, her melodious voice cascading through the fog and directly to the ears of the sailor who'd been unfortunate enough to draw watch while the rest of his mates sat below and drank as they waited for the wind to pick up again. The salt-hardened man stiffened as the music wrapped around him, but slowly began to give in and turned to walk to the side of the ship. When the man appeared above the railing, Ember opened her slender white arms and gazed up at him coquettishly- her eyes daring him to come and have her.

The old sailor's face split into a devilish grin as he gazed at her naked body, but slowly he began to shake his head- as if he was fighting off the effects of her song. Cursing inwardly- she'd waited too long to feed and now her skills had grown weak- the red-haired woman moved a bit closer to the boat, her music growing in intensity as she tried desperately not to lose her meal. Once more the music took hold of him, and the man began to climb onto the wood railing; he paused a moment before jumping over the side and into the still water below. The second he was in the water Ember's song cut off and she grabbed him in her needle-trimmed grip, her red lips opening wide as she surged for him. Sudden, blinding pain seared through her as the man screamed and jabbed an old boot-knife into her shoulder. Rolling in agony for a moment, she hissed and ripped the serrated blade from her skin which tore the hole even bigger and made her leak blood into the calm waters. Instead of stopping her, however, the injury only made her more angry and she dove once more at the man. A few moments later his corpse was floating heavily to the bottom of the ocean with Ember attached to his chest, her arms sunk deep into the cavity as she fed.

Once she had finished with the man, she left him for the other creatures of the deep to feed upon. Slowly Ember traced her way back to her nest on the sea floor- a trail of blood wafting after her in the water. Multiple times she had to stop to lie on the sandy floor, pressing handfuls of kelp against the open wound before spitting in anger and tossing them away. "Damn sailors, don't know when to just die," she spat as she reached her usual rock and collapsed onto the granite surface in pain. At least she had come away with a full belly.