Name: Corea Tideheart
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Race: Merperson
Profession: Shell Artisan
Looks: When on land Corea is a tall, but light boned humanoid mammalian who can breath oxygen and speak freely-almost 8ft, though she is stronger and more resilient than a normal Human by some degrees, most of any benefits she might gain for long leggedness and size are sort of lost by her awkwardness traversing the world above, which renders a Merpson a stumbling, bumbling, socially awkward giant that sticks out like a sore thumb-though experience has shown they can slowly adjust to it, Merpeople will never be entirely comfortable when not plunging the depths. Her eyes resemble those of a human-with white pupils and aquamarine irises-these change in water. Her hair is long and flowing, shaded like red coral, and she can also choose to recede it when in 'swim mode'. When swimming, she develops a powerful tail and fins like of a dolphin, along with a blowhole and basic acoustic navigation senses. These clicks allow her to communicate with other ocean dwellers.
The front of her body is pure snowy white dotted with grey-black spackles, with skin merging perfectly into a dark blue back that goes from the top of her head, down to her feet. ((If you need an idea, just check my sig
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Background: Corea has spent most of her young life as a citizen of the Greater Mer-Empire of Pacifca Secundus-names that mean nothing to you, but a great deal to her. Unfortunately, she was born into a time of great hardship...
She did indeed grow into tragedy, and at a young age began moving place to place along with thousands of others displaced, trying to avoid the Octomen and Sharkman revolts that has been tearing their nation apart. She has no family left-her brothers and fathers were lost to the conflict long ago, and her ailing mother with them out of grief. As of when she left, both sides were losing as the apocalyptic 'Black Water' plague washed over them all, twisting the dead into horrible unlife-many feared the very world itself would soon be torn asunder. Worse still, were the events mirrored on the land dwelling to a far harsher degree, but there story is not my to tell.
She was no warrior-thought she learned to defend herself with the thrown Javelin, in case she was drafted-Corea enjoyed crafting most of all, since it kept her mind off the horror of the everyday. Giving most of the richer materials were now either cutoff from trade or earmarked for the army, she joined the burgeoning group of artists who returned to her peoples traditional shell crafting methods-though even scavenging beautiful shells from the seabed was a dangerous task in these times, with rebels, predators and even her own people being constant dangers. Such things she found at great risk, and made into pretty baubles, and sold well-and she lived better than some, helping others when she could.
Weapon of Choice/School of Magic: Javelin
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