Amarnath
Merman
But more wonderful than the lore of old men and the lore of books is the secret lore of ocean.
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Post by Amarnath on May 15, 2011 17:56:42 GMT -4
Not quite as great as I'd hoped it to be, but I hope it works. XD Just let me know if I need to fix up anything.
And these stars smile their immemorial way
On waves that shroud a thousand newly dead!
~ Joyce Kilmer’s Mid-ocean in War-time
Full Name:
I have been called Amarnath, the Immortal One. Whether it is my true name, I do not know.
Nickname(s):
I do not have a nickname.
Age:
My years number centuries, but I have long forgotten my true age.
Birthday:
I do not know it, though some say the night I was born was the coldest.
He was born some time during the winter, but as he had no true family, he grew up neither knowing nor caring about his birth day.
Species:
I am what I believe the humans call a Merman.
Sexuality:
I am not interested in sexual perversion, nor am I currently interested in finding a mate.
Scars:
Long, ugly cars run from my neck down to my hips, as if I have been striped from all angles.
It is a mystery to others as to how and from where he received these scars, but they have been a great cause for fear in others, as well as forcing him into the outcast world.
Piercings:
I have none.
Tattoos:
It is black line, not of ink, more of a birthmark, that extends from the base of my neck to my lower spine.
For one to touch it would be to send shivers of pain throughout his body, unless it is the person to whom he is connected, in which case it gives him extensive pleasure.
I also have two lines from the corners of my eyes that appear to be black tear streaks.
General Appearance:
Although Amarnath may consider himself an ugly creature, beneath the scars and the blemished skin, he is a creature of quaint excellence. Some might even say perfection, if they had the chance to say so or the will to look past his defects. Those long gashes extending from his neck to his hips always appear to be open, gaping, and glistening with blood, but from touch one will find that they are in fact crusty, edgy, and overall unpleasantly dry. Great stress on the body can cause these gashes to crack and bleed, never truly healed, never to cease.
These hardened scars are of great contrast to the texture of his skin. Smooth and even soft when dry, and at times slick in the water, especially when he is nervous or amidst a battle. Grayish blue in color, he is not the traditional pale or tan, human-like creature his kind are known to be. He looks almost sickly, deathly even. His dark, slender body is wrought with lithe muscle, his bones thin, more flexible, allowing him to perform agile acrobatics both underwater and on land. He is quite strong, and in his stance and forward motions, he warns of it. His body always seems tense, always ready to lash out at any given opportunity.
His tail, beginning fairly low on his abdomen and back, is colored with scales black as midnight when the moon and stars have ceased to show themselves. Scattered dark blue scales, though hard to see individually, give his tail a colored shine in the light. In the dark, he is a deadly predator, and unlike his torso’s lack of impressive musculature, his tail is a thick mass of solid, dense muscle and extends to around 10 feet in length. It is capable of crushing both man and animal, at least those small enough to get wrapped in its deadly clutches. Its appearance is more like that of an eel than a fish, with a long, sheer fin on the back of the tail, starting where the black line on his spine ends and going all the way to the tip.
Amarnath has a hard face, one that shows wear and age, though not aging in the way humans may think of it. Aging in a sense of knowing, understanding, and having had a long life. Perhaps it is more of an agelessness, as no one would be able to place an age to him now. He has a well defined jaw line and average lips, neither too thin nor too large, as well as a thin-bridged but elegant nose. His solid black eyes are deepset and have an inhuman, cold-blooded, reptilian look to them that would strike fear into the strongest of human hearts. On either side of his face, he has was looks like two tear streaks that end at his jaw and are colored the same black color as the line on his spine.
Thick black hair rains in glossy strands down to the middle of his back, often flared up in the water, sometimes cloaking his face for seconds before gliding back behind him, almost in a ghostly manner. Even out of water, his hair always appears wet and dripping, sometimes with even a piece or two of seaweed hanging on to it, as he hardly ever feels the need to comb or detangle his hair. As a human, this does not change, and neither does his eye color, skin color, or scars and marks. The only difference in his human, or two-legged form, is simply that he has exchanged his tail for human legs, the same blue-gray skin color, and he has no hair on his body besides that which sits on his head.
Occupation:
Murderer. Deceiver. I have been called a mere rogue and traitor for my trespasses, and more for which I do not understand.
Face Claim:
I claim no face but my own.
Pros:- ”fear caresses and plays in my hair”
Amarnath is no stranger to fear, but he is not its enemy. He is not afraid of anything but what he does not know. He also has a rather ferocious, fearless demeanor, which has invoked fear in the most unlikely people.
- ”i’ll be stronger than i’ve ever been”
Although he may not look it as a human, his strength matches if not exceeds the maximum strength capability of any human. However, for a supernatural creature, his strength is severely limited, except in his natural form, in which his strength increases dramatically.
- ”ooh, you’re moving too fast and i don’t think it’s right”
His speed is part of what makes him so deadly, and what makes his strength more immense. With his speed, he can deliver bone-crushing blows and breathtaking slams, all from momentum of impact.
- ”but somehow the vital connection is made”
This creature can make a connection with one being at a time, a connection which will only end when one or the other is dead. Those sharing the connections feel each other’s emotions much more keenly, and the more dominant of the two can “impress” their emotions on the other, sometimes even “persuade” or “control” (can alter between the two mates). The breaking of this connection through death is extremely painful to the living member and will cause pain throughout the rest of their life.
- ”i’ll take the force of the blow”
If Amarnath was ever to become close to someone, he or she would find themselves under his protection and having his complete loyalty. Trust is still an issue, though.
- ”it likes to call itself intelligent design”
Over the course of his life, Amarnath has garnered a wealth of intelligence, though in gaining this intelligence, he has made many enemies.
Cons:- ”and bones you’ve been broken to pieces at times but you always seem to mend”
The bones in his torso, due to their flexibility and thin structure, are weak to crushing blows. The wrong hit in the wrong place could kill him or leave him in pain for months before he heals.
- ”things aren’t really working out so well”
Amarnath is an extremely slow healer and requires recuperation for days, even months depending on the severity of his wounds.
- ”you find it hard not to give it out”
Trust is a hard things for him to come by, whether getting it or giving it. He does not know people’s intentions, and so he fears allowing anyone into his heart or mind. His hateful nature does not help this matter.
- ”emotions, please leave me alone”
Amarnath neither speak nor express his emotions through facial expressions. Instead, any person within a five foot radius can feel what he feels. This does not replace the other’s own emotions but merely allows them to feel and understand his. Most of those who experience this either go mad or feel disgusted.
- ”i just wish the pain would stop”
The black line on his spine is a major pain and pleasure center. One touch could bring him to his knees in pain, unless it’s done by the one who has a connection to him, in which case he will be brought to his knees in sheer pleasure.
- ”i need a little time to find my freedom”
Amarnath has only a limited amount of time to exist in his human form, but it varies from only an hour to up to two or three days. There is no way for him to tell how long it will last. He can only hope he is near water because when his time is up, he will start to die unless he gets into the water and changes back.
- “always too hot never too cold”
Being born in what some might call the coldest winter, he is accustomed to the cold and does not easily freeze until the temperature drops into the Fahrenheit negatives. He even gives off a cold chill to anything he comes near, literally making them colder, and his skin is cold to the touch. However, this comes with an extreme aversion to heat. In water, he can stand heat fairly well, as long as it isn’t boiling, but on land, heat even into the 70s will cause him to be unable to breathe and quickly kill him.
- ”wear the grudge like a crown of negativity”
If you ever give him a reason to hate you or get angry at you (not exactly difficult), he will remember you until the end of his days, and he will not let the grudge go until he believes you have redeemed yourself or are dead.
Likes:- The darkness in my life is the craving of my heart.
He loves the dark, thrives in it. Darkness is his home, no matter where it is.
- Water for the soul is good on the body.
As a merman, a creature of water, he craves water, loves it. The feeling of it rushing over his skin, the refreshing coolness of the current.
- Give me the cold winter over any warm summer.
He naturally enjoys the cold.
- Shedding the blood of others brings me peace.
Amarnath is not always discrete about his killing and actually prefers to be messy. It lets him release his tension and anger, making him feel calm.
Dislikes:- The light sears my veins and stops my bleeding.
His eyes, black as the abyss as they are, are extremely sensitive to bright lights, man-made or natural such as the sun. It also makes him feel exposed to the world, ready for ridicule.
- I am far more terrible than those two-leggeds could imagine.
He loathes humans, for no particular reason other than his experiences with their foolishness, their stubborn attitudes, and their belief that they are above other creatures. He finds their pride insulting.
- I can’t take this heat.
And naturally, he dislikes the warmth of any environment.
- Liars belong in coffins.
Amarnath also loathes liars. If you cheat him, lie to him, or try to deceive him in any way, he will not rest until he sees you dead or humiliated.
General Personality:
Amarnath is not one to be double-crossed, and he has a reputation among some of being one of the most vile avengers. He takes pride in and enjoys his killing, loves to think of it—death—as a beautiful thing. One could call him evil, and truly, he is indeed. He has no good bone in his body. No good intentions. No desire for love or passion beyond the touch and taste of blood, and no desire for any sort of companionship beyond what wounds others. He does not need a prompt to destroy lives and considers all of it to be proper in his position and place, which he believes everyone else to have created within him and now accepts that he is a vile creature.
As incomprehensible as moral codes seem to him, he nevertheless tries to understand them. He does not wish to change his ways, but he finds others’ beliefs intriguing in that they are not his own. This does not take precedent over his need to kill or violate, and he will always ask questions of himself after the deed has been done. He might claim it is the thrill of the moment, the excitement and bloodlust, but really, it is his very self. His inner nature is to be evil, and he cannot fathom living in any other fashion. Pain is where he finds pleasure, in causing it and at times receiving it, but only because he enjoys punishment in some odd way, thinking it is something he knows he deserves in the eyes of others but will never allow others the chance to give. It is probably more satisfaction than anything else.
Were he to fall in love, that person to whom he becomes connected would be considered part of him, an irreplaceable piece of his life puzzle, and he would do anything to protect her. He will treat her gently, lovingly, and will seem but a harmless creature around her, but this does not mean he is acting in a way he sees as good, merely essential. He will see her as his own and will be protective to the point where no other being can touch her without death embracing them. His mate would be the only one capable of extracting any form of gentleness, passion, or regret from him.
Parents:
I do not remember them.
Siblings:
How can one expect me to know brothers and sisters when I know not even my parents nor my own true name?
Pets:
I have no such thing.
Other:
There is nothing else to tell.
Bio:
Born to two creatures of an impersonal relationship, out of a chance encounter, Amarnath was an unwanted, hated child. It was said the night of his birth was so cold that sea animals who swam around them froze to death, chilled to the core, while his mother lied there, unaffected, waiting. She wanted it finished. She wanted the child taken, destroyed, and she was not beyond destroying it herself. In fact, she planned on it. She only wished she did not have to go through the pain of her neglect. Her regret. Her despicable product of a pleasurable twilight.
”You weren’t born of this world’s love, but of the devil’s grace.”
Whether by God’s mercy or the Devil’s handiwork, somehow the child survived and was taken in by a group of merpeople and other sentient sea creatures. They raised him to be a kind, helpful person, but no matter how hard they tried, Amarnath, from a very early age, was drawn to the immoral, the terrible, and the grotesque. He hid from everyone when he was not required to do something, and they always had to send adults to find him, because young ones often came back bloody, bruised, or with broken bones. Back then, he had grown to despise everything that he was being taught, and eventually the people who were trying to teach him.
”You never had the heart to love, only the love of disgust and pain.”
Many, many Years after leaving that place, Amarnath had found himself alone, and he liked the feeling. Sometimes he wondered what it would be like to have someone to call his own, but to him, those thoughts were mere entertainment. He was free now, he realized. Free to do and accomplish what he wished. Now, at this time, Amarnath could speak, and his human form, which he used only for experimentation, looked as normal as any other human body. He was not considered ugly or a freak, unless matters came to his personality. He killed. Sunk human ships. And did unspeakable things to humans who were unlucky enough to end up in the water with him. Sometime during this active period of his life, he came in contact with a sorceress.
”You met your match and your far away lover, and you kissed her with your venom.”
He found himself fascinated by her, but he refused to step on land with her. Something about her made him feel uncomfortable for some reason, made him cautious. Was it because she knew magic? Was it because he could see her ageless eyes? For long hours in long years, they watched each other, talked to each other, and knew they disliked each other, knew they were in a standoff that neither seemed willing to give up on. On the outside, though, they started word sparring, developing this surface interest in each other. Eventually she made the worst mistake she ever could have made. Or so Amarnath had initially believed.
”You were deceived this night of intrigue, and you fell for the worst, hated forever.”
She stepped into the water. Immediately, Amarnath took the chance that was given him to take over, to dominate this being he knew to be so much greater in power. He thought he had won then, when her breathing stopped, heart and veins no longer coursing with warm blood. But the whispers changed everything. They were her whispers, speaking to him in the dark of night. No, not speaking to him. Just speaking. Chanting. In the course of the days that followed, his body slowly changed, and he could no longer remain among humans. His voice was taken from him, and in its place was left a terrible trait of projecting his emotions unwillingly. What a weakness he considers it. And how frustrating it has become for him to be unable to hide himself.
”You once prided yourself in your ability, in your grandeur, but now you are nothing more than scorn.”
It was after this when he lost memory of his original name, more repressed it. It had meant something about giving, something about miracles, but he could not stand to think of it. Now, it is but a blur, and he does not really remember his name. Others gave him the name Amarnath, because he always seemed to be there. He was never killed. Never truly hiding. He was just there, waiting. The name of the woman who had taken away what he once had, well, he never could forget her name. Zahur. Or Flower. Come to think of it, she looked like a flower, radiant, and blooming. But cloaked in thorns Amarnath had not seen clearly until he had plucked the flower from its roots.
”It’s the start of a new era, a new life which you were never built to endure.”
For the last few centuries, he has mostly hidden, attacking from the depths, killing innocents along the shoreline. He has travelled to and from many different places in the world, and so far, he has been able to get away from situations unseen, and therefore unknown to humans. It is only recently that he came upon Twin Bay Beach, a mile or so from which he normally resides, within coves and caverns beneath the water. He has yet to make any attempts on anyone’s life, but the clock is ticking, and he is getting anxious.
Name:
Streamstrider (Stream), Casey, or Holly
Age:
I turned 20 this past March.
Other Characters:
This is my first and only.
Where did you find Crossroads:
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Lyrics in Pros and Cons:
Strong by LARRY
Stronger by Sugababes
Moving Too Fast by Artful Dodger, Romina Johnson
Connection by Elastica
Protection by Massive Attack
The Rise and Fall of Intelligent Design by Rodney Crowell
Bones by Porter Wagoner
Why Must You Always Dress in Black? by Ben Harper & Restless7
Trust by Saga
Emotions by Brenda Lee
Pain by Diddy
A Little Time by The Beautiful South
Too Hot by Alanis Morissette
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