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Tail: Similar to that of an eel. The color is a dark forest green with some sparkles of gold scattered around it. Though ugly looking in dark waters (where he mostly likes to be) it shimmers when out in the sun.
Hair: Navy blue hair that's always pulled up in a low ponytail. It's long enough that it hangs off his shoulder.
Eyes: One a darker blue, one gold
Distinguishable Markings: His bangs cover the gold eye. He was shamed for it when he was alive. Dark green scales also litter his chest. ~~~ "𝙼𝚢 𝚎𝚢𝚎? 𝙼𝚢 𝚎𝚢𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎. 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚠." ~~~ Personality: To put it simply, he's a hermit. He has no trust for anyone who even tries to talk to him, so he often ignores those who do. Though, you may find that once he opens up, his front will collapse and his true colors will show little by little. Haven is also know to be very organized and gets angry at himself when one thing is replaced.
Strengths: Forging, art, writing, and collecting Weaknesses: Peanuts (He's allergic) Goals: To make good for the second chance the sea gave him. Fears: Fires Likes: Silence, Reading, making things out of scrap metal Dislikes: Kelp Forests, Loud People ~~~ 'ɪ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴍʏ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇꜱ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇʀ, ʜɪꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ʀᴇᴘᴇᴀᴛꜱ ɪᴛꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴠᴇʀ. ɪ'ᴠᴇ ꜰᴏʀɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ʜᴏᴡ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʟᴏᴡᴇʀꜱ ꜱᴍᴇʟʟ, ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʜᴏʟᴅ, ɪ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴇʟʟ. ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ʙᴇɢɪɴꜱ, ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇʟʟ.' ~~~ History: [Part may be triggering to some. View at your own risk]
'N-No…please…I didn't do it..someone…please…the water is so cold…'
It was a cloudy day, almost as if the heavens were weaping because of this outcome. The loud tapping of the rain slapped against the umbrellas of everyone who were present at the site. The site of Haven's execution. It was cold, and his final moments would be filled with the frost of the sea below him. Haven was scared. He had a right to be. The guards poked him with their spears, inching him further and further towards his untimely demise. Off of the cliff. Killed for just trying to defend himself. But the court didn’t see it that way. Justice...such a ridiculous concept..
The last few seconds were just a blur to him, he could hardly remember them now. All he could feel was the harsh push of one of the men surrounding him. All he could hear was the many gasps before it all went silent, being replaced with the sounds of the cold wind carrying him down to the frothy waves below. And just like that, it was done.
The deed wasn't done right away. The harsh water enveloped him and he was cold...so...so cold. He didn't fight this, not even bothering to attempt one breath. It was no use. He was gone...or so he thought.
