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Glyndwr wasn't meant to be out so late, this was the time that the sharks came out to hunt and his kind definitely resembled prey to the monstrous fish, but he couldn't sleep and a swim was sure to settle his mind. Lately there'd been talk of the unrest of the Deep Ones, who were supposedly angry with their God King Nêreus and his favoritism of the Blue Ones, with their beautiful features. Of course, it wasn't their fault that the Deep Ones had chosen to move into the darkness those many years ago. He shuddered slightly as the image of them came to him, their misshapen jaws and overly large, vacant eyes. He looked around, not wanting to admit he'd freaked himself out. Still, this was as good a time as any to head home and out of these dark waters. At least he had the moon to comfort him. He turned in the water and headed back towards home, a little faster than he'd come. However, he didn't make it far until the sound of rushing water from below drew his attention. He gasped and bolted as he saw two Deep Ones, strange blinds over their faces to protect them from even the weak filtered light of the moon, and a net stretched between them that was not of their make. Unfortunately, they'd gotten a jump on him and he soon found himself entangled in the net, most of it thanks to them rather than his struggling. His tail was wrenched back painfully and his arms bound. He tried to free himself, shouting insults, but they ignored him. To his surprise, they began swimming back the way he'd come, rather than down into the murkiness below. He listened as they explained their plan. See, their numbers were too little to lead them to victory over the Blue Ones. However, Humans were plentiful and they did not have the technology to get down to the Deep Ones domain. The humans, upon finding one merperson, would come after the rest of them and, well, do what humans do best. The sun had only just started to come up when Glyndwr found himself tossed roughly up onto dry land. He gasped, the air harsh on his throat, and looked around. Well, the beach didn't look too populated. Hopefully they didn't have much information and had thrown him onto an uninhabited island. As the sun came up, he tried to figure out how to get out of his binding.

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Her father was big in Hollywood. What he did, she wasn't exactly sure. Something with making drugged out, boozed up stars lives easier. All she knew is she didn't want to live with him. However, she didn't want to live with her Mom and her new boyfriend a lot more. She sighed as she pulled on shorts and a tank top. At least he owned his own island and let her stay on it. Of course, he flew back at the end of every day, but he also left every morning. Still, they didn't exactly connect, and she didn't mind spending most of her time on the island alone. It made it more peaceful for her and she could draw, read, write, whatever in peace, without him hovering awkwardly over her and trying to 'bond' with her. She slid on a pair of flip-flops as she left her room, grabbing her book as she went. She was just going to have a nice, peaceful morning on the beach before it got too ho and she'd try to stay upright on a surfboard again. Until then though, it was just her and her book. She was met downstairs by her fathers pure-bred yellow Labrador retriever, a dog who'd fallen in love with her the instant they'd met. She smiled and rubbed his head. A little company couldn't hurt she decided, and scooped up his ball. She headed to the beach, tossing the ball into the air for him to catch as they walked. Finally they made within sight of the wooden walkways leading down to the beach. She cocked her arm back and threw the ball so it sailed down into the sand, the dog shooting off after it. She walked on casually, until loud, defensive barking drew her attention. She ran then, surveying the beach from her high vantage point. The dog had found an old fisherman's net, washed up onto the beach in a tangled mess. But...wait...was it...moving?

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxGlyndwr ● Cerulean ● Leith
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ●Blue One (Merman) ● 20 ● Male ●

{ NICKNAME

Glyn

{ DATE OF BIRTH

June 30th

{ ABILITIES

General merperson abilities. Strong swimmer, strong in general, amphibious. He knows some magic, but he's no great sorcerer like his father.

{ THINGS HE LOVES

- Freedom
- Sweets
- Shipwrecks
- Well, particularly the things to be found in shipwrecks
- Really, he's curious about humans and likes watching boats and things from afar.

{ THINGS HE LOATHES.

- Deep Ones
- He's not fond of sharks, although he knows why they do what they do.
- He doesn't do well with boredom
- Restrictions
- Pollution

{ BIOGRAPHY

Glyndwr has spent a great deal of time in the palace, his father being one of the Kings advisers. However, he's never been fond of the palace life and instead loves to explore. Often times he's brought back items that even the king has had to enjoy. His father has helped him preserve books and the like before, though he isn't fond of Glyndwr's hobby. Still, aside from his interests, he's led a fairly normal life.

{ PERSONALITY

- Kind
- A little mischievous
- Fun loving
- Observant (usually)
- Defensive of who/what he loves

{ FAMILY (OPTIONAL)

- Father, Nahuatl Leith
- Mother, Aysu Leith
- Younger sister, Nerina Leith

{ PET(S)

- None, but he knows the favored hunting grounds of a pod of dolphins he enjoys visiting from time to time when he can.

{ USERNAME

Ria_The_Wolf12