Forgotten Memories

Submersion

A roleplay starter I wrote for a pirate and mermaid rp I was hosting back in 2017.

A small human body laid over an elevated rock. It was unusual to any regular human, having the upper body of a human girl while the bottom half was fish. Though to her, this was normal. Her tail flicked on the occasion, throwing up drops of water. Her eyes, pupils and iris small slit-like; they scanned the surroundings. It was calm, something that bored her. She wanted there to be distress, whether it be through the waves or a living being.

This mysterious girls name was Maeve. She would be considered revolting. Her dark cyan hair tangled, her eyes were psychotic. If she were to smile it would be crooked or off; her teeth most likely stained with blood. That might be because she never cared to clean them. Then her neck...there was a deep, unsettling, scar etched into her pallid skin. Most likely from rope; attempted suffocation you could say.

Maybe if things didn't happen as they did, she might have been considered pretty. It was a shame for what she had to be; what had happened. Maeve sighed, annoyed no one had come close to where she was residing. Now it was time to take the matter in her own hand. To help subdue her unquenchable thirst for blood. But maybe she could be quenched; we would never find out in this lifetime.

Using her hands she pushed herself off the rock. Soft skin scraping up against the rough stone.The ocean waves have yet to erode the grainy surface. Soon enough she was submerged in the dark blue waters. The ocean accepted her gleefully, washing away any trails that she could have left behind.

Dark waters hid her figure that swam swiftly into the depths. Far enough down she could find herself an unsuspecting victim. Her next meal, or just someone she could use as entertainment. Her eyes scanned the deep waters, dark to anyone whose eyes weren't developed for. She wasn't too picky about who it was, as long as it was a humanoid.

Now she did prefer humans over merfolk. She had more of a hatred for them then she did her own brethren. She had a serve hatred for them, but it seemed the land-Walkers had it worse.

Her body moved fluently in the water. Her fins gliding through, and her hair slicked back. She slowed down and then stopped. Taking her time to survey the area. Schools of fish swam past her, and her fin like ears could hear the cries of dolphins in the distance. From the looks of it, she was a good ways from her own little home. It was the island she had been banished to; though she didn't stay there constantly. Preferring her isolation on the rock than to the other two sirens she had to, unfortunately, share the island with.

There used to be more, but Maeve had killed them. There were getting to be too many. They had already annoyed her and she had finally snapped. Though snapping wasn't uncommon for her as her mental state was in pieces. Shattered like glass, and no one ever came to clean up the pieces.