The Screeching Mermaid Inn & Tavern **OPEN**

[Sasuke Kyo Zilverwing]

"It could be if one knew how to treat the water. There is that filter pitcher in the fridge you know." She said as she summoned a wide brim hat to sheild her eyes from the bright sunlight. "Remind me again why we choose to build the inn here? It's too bright here."

[Dranzer_shadow_wanderer]

((Did they even have filter pitchers or refrigerators in that time?))
"No, no tap water. It's not filtered enough coming from a pitcher or the tap. It has to be form this can with this powder. Otherwise they won't last the night." Saya repeated, carefully giving each plant a specific amount of treated water from the can. "In case of the site, its because of the port. Any tavern starts booming when the fishing seasons start and end. Although, it is a bit bright today, I must agree."

[Sasuke Kyo Zilverwing]

"Too bright if you ask me. You and everyone else knows that i like the dark." She said as she pulled the brim of her hat down more to shade her eyes.

[Dranzer_shadow_wanderer]

"Water reflects light, adding to the glare. You really shouldn't stand facing the ocean at high noon or go inside if it bothers you that much." Saya said while checking the moistness of the soil with one finger.
((I'll be right back))

[Sasuke Kyo Zilverwing]

Hanako sighed and nodded. "Very well then. And don't start calling me a vampire alright? I got enough of that from the apprentices back at magic school. I don't need it coming from my friend." She said as she slipped back inside the inn. She to the magical door and opened it to the purple setting again. She went inside and got a new book to read and the closed the door. She went to the traven and started reading her book.
((I gotta shut down the comp anyway. i have to work tonight. laters))

[Dranzer_shadow_wanderer]

((Ok, bye bye.))
"Of course I wouldn't. Besides, vampires are way different. I've seen them." Saya said as she watched her friend go inside. She stood while dusting her hands off on her overalls, put the can back in its proper place, and went inside, up the stairs to her room.

[MizzSpiegel]

Gaianame: MizzSpiegel.

Name: Nathashia Ellehcim.

Age: 28-years-old.

Gender: Female.

Race: Human.

Class: Pirate.

Appearance: Nathashia, or Nat for short, wears her burgundy, waist-length hair in a loose, messy bun hanging from the back of her head. Her style of clothing is very relaxed and often bland. She wears clothes for their durability rather than looks. Her favorite outfit is a pair of baggy pants, tied at the waist with a tweed belt, a large loose shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her shoulders, and black buckled boots she stole off of a dead body in the middle of a massacre she and her crew raided. She has never had to make her own clothes, she often just steals them from the different ports she visits. Her skin is a dark olive from having been out in the sun many hours on the ship. Her hands are rough and calloused, and her face very weathered. She looks a few years older than she is, however is very physically fit. The baggy clothes create a frail appearance which often accounts for the many fights men attempt to pick with her. Her face seems to always have a bit of a playful smirk which many people interpret as an insubordinate attitude.

Personality: Nat has developed a sarcastic attitude and biting wit having been living around men for almost her entire life. Those that bother to get to know her come to understand very quickly that though she may seem harsh on the outside, she is very much a true blue person on the in. She doesn't like to treat people differently because of gender, race, religion, etc. She has grown to disapprove of men, but doesn't let that effect her relationship with most of them. Unless they instigate an argument with her, she most often won't intentionally anger them. In fact, she most often prefers the company of a man rather than a woman because she has grown comfortable being around them and their behavior. She can get frustrated with women easily because of how emotionally unstable they can be, but does her best to appreciate their needs as well as her own.

Abilities: Nat knows her way around any ship she sees. She's become very good at learning to preserve food and cook it as well. She can hold her liquor better than any man she knows. She can defend herself when it comes to fisticuffs, or any other form of a physical fight. She doesn't like to brag, but she can make a mean fuzzy navel.

Biography: Nat's father, a respected sea captain, was visiting a nameless port when he met her mother who was working in a brothel at the time. They shared a night together of wonderful merriment, and nine months later Nat was born. Her mother raised Nat until she was five-years-old, but after a bout of pneumonia, Nat's mother passed away leaving the girl to her landlord who was also the owner of the brothel that she worked in until she died. The owner took Nat under his wing, and rather than fashion her to work in his brothel, he instead taught her the finer points of running a business. He made Nat her apprentice when she turned 9-years-old, and by that time she was managing all the finances of the place. When Nat turned 13, the manager decided to tell her about her father. By this time, business was getting bad and the brothel was going to be shut down. Nat decided that she wasn't going to be having much of a future where she was, and her natural curiosity about life in general led her to find a job as a cook on a ship. She figured that she could search for her father and leave the town she'd grown up in which was quickly becoming too stifling for her wild nature. Unfortunately, women were not accepted in the shipping world and so she disguised herself as a boy. She didn't realize at the time that the particular ship she had gotten a job on was a pirate ship. This made no difference to her, however and by the time she was 16, the ship that she had been working on for three years had made her the captain. She felt comfortable at this point to reveal to them that she was female, and to her surprise, the men treated her no differently. From that point on, she sailed the seas with her loyal crew.

Other Info.: Nat has a difficult time trusting people, as she doesn't even consider herself trustworthy.

[Dranzer_shadow_wanderer]

((Interesting profile. I'll post it up.))

[The Screeching Mermaid]

((Thank you for submitting your profile. Please post a room application if you wish.))

[The Screeching Mermaid]

((We should have a layout for the hotel up tonight hopefully. Sorry but it's been changed around again but it is super sexy))

[Dranzer_shadow_wanderer]

((I'm eager to see it. When are you going to post in the inn as a member?))

[The Last RedBull]

Gaianame: Agent Vii
Name: Mice'pellan Shalee (Beatrix for surface folks)
Age: 49
Gender: Female
Race: Drow
Class: Mercenary
Appearance: Mice'pellan stands six feet and five inches tall. Her figure is lean and frail. Her long white hair compliments her jet black skin. She keeps it pulled back into a loose bun She often wears windsor style sunglass with black lens during the day to protect her strawberry red eyes from the harsh sunlight. She has long, pointed ears and sharp facial features.
She wears a white blouse buttoned to the collar with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. Over that a black pinstripe vest and a smokey grey underbust corset. A blood red trained twill skirt falls just above the ground. Her feet are covered by black leather. Victorian lace up boots.
Personality: Mice'pellan doesn't go out of her way to draw attention to herself but is more than happy to contribute to a conversation. Bluntly honest she tends to have the best intentions. She can be rather sarcastic and cruel at times finding pleasure in other's pain (Schadenfreude). There is no doubt that Mice'pallen could do without others but she would never admit that she finds the company a comforting thing to have. She has a bit of a superiority complex that comes out to those younger than her or who she thinks poorly of.
Abilities: Mice'pellan was trained as a cleric for the majority of her life specializing with a mace. She prefers to use daggers and a rifle she picked up on the surface. Beatrix is bilingual speaking elvish, drow and common.
Biography: Born in a city far deep in the earth, she was raised to hate those who lived on the surface. When she was old enough she began her studies as a cleric. Mice'pellan was deeply devoted to her practices and her deity.
It was a day no different than the others before when Mice'pellan decided to investigate a mysterious and concerning tunnel. The drow walked for miles curious as to where she would end up or what she might encounter. Suddenly there was a blinding light and a fight ensued. Details of the fight or what happened afterwards are a blur, perhaps completely gone from her memory.
The next thing that happened was the most shocking experience of her life. She awoke to find herself on a soft plant that covered the surrounding area. Grass. The air was fresh and there was no looming ceiling; just the night sky speckled with stars. Hysterical she clawed at rock around her trying to find the entrance. Upon realizing her efforts were futile she traveled down the side of the mountain to a river hoping to find some source of substance.
Upon reaching the shore she spotted two resting travelers. Borrowing one of their daggers she slit their throats and stole their valuables. For years afterwards her survival was based on killing resting traveler and even some awake. Mice'pellan's life on the surface were unbearable. It was a constant battle of life and death. She was ever watchful for assassins. Her powers granted to by her deity faded into nothing leaving her with an empty, abandoned feeling.
Ten years later she gave in and moved to a town to live among those she hated and who hated her. Living with the surface dwellers her mind began to open to their ideas and culture so much that it caused a change in heart. It was within the last year that she meet Hanako and Maya. She would soon come to call them her business partners. Together they opened The Screeching Mermaid.
Other Info.: She is sensitive to light. Because of that Mice'pellan tries to be nocturnal. She was raised in a matriarchal society. Being a drow she is a rare sight for many eyes since many surface dwellers know little to nothing about her and her culture. And what people don't know scares them.

[The Last RedBull]

Beatrix let out a heavy sigh. She had been staring at the golden outline of the sheet that covered the window by her bed. It felt like she was never going to get back to sleep. She had already been up for at least half an hour. Her hands clawed her mattress as she pulled herself up. The cool air outside the covers was a much welcome greeting to the drow. Beatrix finally stood up after rubbing her face and made her way over to the sink in the darkness. The room was too dark for anyone with normal vision to be able to successfully navigate around the few furniture pieces she had. There she washed her face and dressed herself for the day ahead. As she did so her stomach growled hungrily at her slow pace. Fully dressed Beatrix walked back over to her bed to grab her sunglasses off her nightstand.
Once they were in place on her face she grabbed her key and opened the door. Sunlight poured into the room bring life to what seemed a lifeless room. The drow hissed as she always did and quickly made her way to the spiral staircase after locking her door. Upon reaching the room that lead down to the rest of the building Beatrix sighed with relief. The indoor light was easier on her eyes. Her mood lightened every step she took down to the tavern. She opened the door walking straight to the bar completely missing Hanako at her table. Once she was setting behind the bar, Beatrix searched the room for guest. It wasn't until then that she noticed the young wizard.
"Dalhar", she addressed Hanako with her favorite pet name, "Why are you sitting over there reading and not working?" Beatrix awaited an answer while inspecting the counter top. Her hands fought with the buttons on her sleeve until that loosened and she was able to roll up her sleeves,

((Not sure what's going on with Zeke at the moment. Sorry if this sucks by the way. It's like 5:23 so cut me some slack.))

[Dranzer_shadow_wanderer]

The door upstairs slammed harshly as footsteps came close to the spiral staircase. Saya descended the stairs, eyes glued to a list in her hand. SilverStreak followed behind her, carrying a basket of scrolls in its mouth. Saya entered through the hidden door to her desk, took the basket from the dragon and sat on her stool, absorbed in the scrolls.

[StellarWing]

Cealdia cautiously opened the door to the tavern. There were other taverns in town, but she had come to this one because she heard it was new, so she figured it would probably be far less crowded than the others. A quick glance inside confirmed this; there were none of the crowds or noises that were usually found in such establishments.

She stepped the rest of the way inside, jumping a bit when the door shut behind her. She was still wary, as she always was in new places; her wings were half unfurled, betraying her nervousness. She eyed the other people inside, but none of them seemed to pose any threat. She made her way over to the bar, seating herself on one of the stools. Realizing her wings were partially open, she carefully folded them on her back. She waited quietly, hoping someone would notice her so that she would not have to speak up.