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Most colourful OC yet.
wish me luck ;A;

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Name: Jomiel (‘J’ pronounced as a ‘y’ sound)
Gender: Male
Height: 6’11(From head to tail)

Age: 20

Race: Merman

Tribe: Urul of Tenire

Ancestry: His family were a nomadic clan of merfolk, deciding to not reside in one place for long or live too close to land, travelling via the ocean. They honoured the traditional assumption that merfolk are elusive and not social towards land-dwellers. Wandering merfolk sometimes join their clan, so it’s hard to say for definite where each member came from originally.

Personality: Even though he’s very reserved and secretive in nature, as many merfolk are, Jomiel is rather vivacious. He is also naturally curious, much to his parent’s chagrin at first. Jomiel is mature for his age, very much thanks to his early-developed independance. That being said, he doesn’t like relying on others to the point that it seems like it’s out of pride when really it’s just natural because of the way he was raised. His self-reliance results in very casual relations with others, only taking interest when it concerns him or due to his uncontrollable curiosity at times of boredom. But, it doesn’t mean he’s completely aloof when dealing with others, he is a great listener and an interesting story will buy his attention easily. Jomiel is very interested in land-dwellers as an observer. He is secretly jealous of their lifestyle, their ability to travel and their community spirit. Being on friendly terms with them is his way of being a little closer to the world he understands he’ll never fully know. His abundance of energy keeps hidden his envy of those with legs and able to explore more than just ocean. He doesn’t like to talk much of himself, usually shifting focus onto others or other topics subtly. As a relatively young merman, Jomiel has his impish moments too and enjoys surprising people by sneaking up on them or jokes about dragging someone under water if they came too close. As mature as he may seem, he is still rather inexperienced towards the world and if it wasn't for his cautious nature, he would be quite the gullible child.

Likes:
~Oysters (fave food ever)
~Pearls/seashells
~Stories(scary legends are his favourite)
~Singing/music

Dislikes:
-Seabirds (noisy and pesky)
-Appearing vulnerable
-Fish (as food, he’s sick of the stuff)
-Being told he looks like a girl (seriously, don’t.)

Occupation: Singer.

Companion: N/A

Story: From the moment he was born, he was on the move with his parents and their clan. Places and faces were a blur and there was never a sense of a ‘family’ while they travelled. Thus, young Jomiel kept to himself and went with the clan’s elusive ways of living. He wasn’t sure if he was born different or if the others in the clan seized thinking, but it sure got boring…As vast and unventured as the oceans were, there was only so much that could keep his wandering mind interested. Heck, the colourful species of fish he came across had a hundred times more personality than his parents. Whenever he was caught wandering off places or getting too close to land, his parents would blandly chide him. Sometimes, he wished his parents would really yell at him instead of giving him a half-hearted lecture which was always the same: “We do not associate with land-dwellers, they’ve never shown us any appreciation and we never needed them to exist”

“But existing for the sake of existing isn’t much of an achievement” said a thirteen-year-old Jomiel one day he was being lectured for the nth time. Once, he had seen a human child wandering by the shores, the little tot easily knocked over by a wave. He watched the child’s parents rush over with worry, warning the young girl that a mermaid might drag her beneath the waves.

“Oh believe me, it’s boring down here…” Jomiel thought at hearing that. What a lucky child, he thought...Seeing the child being fretted over by her parents made the young merman think that perhaps his own parents were unconcerned about his existence. When had they ever yelled at him in worry and anger and that fear that something could’ve happened to him? This realisation left him bitter for quite some time and he became more and more interested in anything that wasn’t the ocean. During his eighteenth year, they arrived at the warm waters near Urul. Jomiel was very excited about this place...he had heard much about this colourful tribe and how they all wore masks, each unique to the wearer! He had to sneak away and indeed he did. He was not disappointed when he nearest the shores, he could see the marvelous structures that seemed to emerge from the very stones it stood upon as he poked his head out of the water. For the first time in his life, he felt a love and passion overwhelm him, overshadowing everything else. Oh how he wished he could be amongst these vivid people and their lives...How could he stand another minute of travelling with his muted clansmen and half-hearted family when he knew of such a place as Urul?

Jomiel had to tear himself away and as free-spirited as he wanted to think himself to be, he couldn’t just…leave...could he? What if he couldn’t survive by himself? What if these people with their bright masks were unaccepting? These worries halted his fantasies of a vibrant life. What if he was just too used to having no attachments? And these thoughts haunted him as he went back to where his clan were...Soon they were on their way again and Jomiel couldn’t stop looking back even though they were away from Urul’s waters.

A storm interrupted their journey that night, churning the ocean’s waters chaotically, even their clan had trouble navigating. Jomiel ended up straying from his parents, tired from doing his best to keep up and tired from the thoughts of Urul swirling in his head. When he realised he was left behind, he wasn’t as sad as he thought he’d be...and that in itself, was the saddest thing of all.

Jomiel never regretted turning back towards Urul, but at first he would sometimes swim out into the place where he was separated from his clan, a part of him wanting to believe that his parents might come back to look for him…After two years, his visits to that place lessened and now his reputation as a singer keeps him away more than his conscience.

Quote: “Would you like a song…?”

Alliance: Neutral, though he’s interested in technological advancement due to the fact that he dreams of one day being able to stay on land.

Additional info:
~His mask is made of three seashells, four pearls and lots of gold fish scales(they look suspiciously similar to his own...hmm)
~He keeps his nails long to make it easier to pry open oysters
~To help him get used to staying out longer in open air, he sleeps in a cavern that’s only half flooded, so his face is out of the water during low tides
~Jomiel’s palette was overall much darker until he started living in Urul, he’s even become tanned
~His favorite place to perform is by the ports

Description

Most colourful OC yet.
wish me luck ;A;

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Name: Jomiel (‘J’ pronounced as a ‘y’ sound)
Gender: Male
Height: 6’11(From head to tail)

Age: 20

Race: Merman

Tribe: Urul of Tenire

Ancestry: His family were a nomadic clan of merfolk, deciding to not reside in one place for long or live too close to land, travelling via the ocean. They honoured the traditional assumption that merfolk are elusive and not social towards land-dwellers. Wandering merfolk sometimes join their clan, so it’s hard to say for definite where each member came from originally.

Personality: Even though he’s very reserved and secretive in nature, as many merfolk are, Jomiel is rather vivacious. He is also naturally curious, much to his parent’s chagrin at first. Jomiel is mature for his age, very much thanks to his early-developed independance. That being said, he doesn’t like relying on others to the point that it seems like it’s out of pride when really it’s just natural because of the way he was raised. His self-reliance results in very casual relations with others, only taking interest when it concerns him or due to his uncontrollable curiosity at times of boredom. But, it doesn’t mean he’s completely aloof when dealing with others, he is a great listener and an interesting story will buy his attention easily. Jomiel is very interested in land-dwellers as an observer. He is secretly jealous of their lifestyle, their ability to travel and their community spirit. Being on friendly terms with them is his way of being a little closer to the world he understands he’ll never fully know. His abundance of energy keeps hidden his envy of those with legs and able to explore more than just ocean. He doesn’t like to talk much of himself, usually shifting focus onto others or other topics subtly. As a relatively young merman, Jomiel has his impish moments too and enjoys surprising people by sneaking up on them or jokes about dragging someone under water if they came too close. As mature as he may seem, he is still rather inexperienced towards the world and if it wasn't for his cautious nature, he would be quite the gullible child.

Likes:
~Oysters (fave food ever)
~Pearls/seashells
~Stories(scary legends are his favourite)
~Singing/music

Dislikes:
-Seabirds (noisy and pesky)
-Appearing vulnerable
-Fish (as food, he’s sick of the stuff)
-Being told he looks like a girl (seriously, don’t.)

Occupation: Singer.

Companion: N/A

Story: From the moment he was born, he was on the move with his parents and their clan. Places and faces were a blur and there was never a sense of a ‘family’ while they travelled. Thus, young Jomiel kept to himself and went with the clan’s elusive ways of living. He wasn’t sure if he was born different or if the others in the clan seized thinking, but it sure got boring…As vast and unventured as the oceans were, there was only so much that could keep his wandering mind interested. Heck, the colourful species of fish he came across had a hundred times more personality than his parents. Whenever he was caught wandering off places or getting too close to land, his parents would blandly chide him. Sometimes, he wished his parents would really yell at him instead of giving him a half-hearted lecture which was always the same: “We do not associate with land-dwellers, they’ve never shown us any appreciation and we never needed them to exist”

“But existing for the sake of existing isn’t much of an achievement” said a thirteen-year-old Jomiel one day he was being lectured for the nth time. Once, he had seen a human child wandering by the shores, the little tot easily knocked over by a wave. He watched the child’s parents rush over with worry, warning the young girl that a mermaid might drag her beneath the waves.

“Oh believe me, it’s boring down here…” Jomiel thought at hearing that. What a lucky child, he thought...Seeing the child being fretted over by her parents made the young merman think that perhaps his own parents were unconcerned about his existence. When had they ever yelled at him in worry and anger and that fear that something could’ve happened to him? This realisation left him bitter for quite some time and he became more and more interested in anything that wasn’t the ocean. During his eighteenth year, they arrived at the warm waters near Urul. Jomiel was very excited about this place...he had heard much about this colourful tribe and how they all wore masks, each unique to the wearer! He had to sneak away and indeed he did. He was not disappointed when he nearest the shores, he could see the marvelous structures that seemed to emerge from the very stones it stood upon as he poked his head out of the water. For the first time in his life, he felt a love and passion overwhelm him, overshadowing everything else. Oh how he wished he could be amongst these vivid people and their lives...How could he stand another minute of travelling with his muted clansmen and half-hearted family when he knew of such a place as Urul?

Jomiel had to tear himself away and as free-spirited as he wanted to think himself to be, he couldn’t just…leave...could he? What if he couldn’t survive by himself? What if these people with their bright masks were unaccepting? These worries halted his fantasies of a vibrant life. What if he was just too used to having no attachments? And these thoughts haunted him as he went back to where his clan were...Soon they were on their way again and Jomiel couldn’t stop looking back even though they were away from Urul’s waters.

A storm interrupted their journey that night, churning the ocean’s waters chaotically, even their clan had trouble navigating. Jomiel ended up straying from his parents, tired from doing his best to keep up and tired from the thoughts of Urul swirling in his head. When he realised he was left behind, he wasn’t as sad as he thought he’d be...and that in itself, was the saddest thing of all.

Jomiel never regretted turning back towards Urul, but at first he would sometimes swim out into the place where he was separated from his clan, a part of him wanting to believe that his parents might come back to look for him…After two years, his visits to that place lessened and now his reputation as a singer keeps him away more than his conscience.

Quote: “Would you like a song…?”

Alliance: Neutral, though he’s interested in technological advancement due to the fact that he dreams of one day being able to stay on land.

Additional info:
~His mask is made of three seashells, four pearls and lots of gold fish scales(they look suspiciously similar to his own...hmm)
~He keeps his nails long to make it easier to pry open oysters
~To help him get used to staying out longer in open air, he sleeps in a cavern that’s only half flooded, so his face is out of the water during low tides
~Jomiel’s palette was overall much darker until he started living in Urul, he’s even become tanned
~His favorite place to perform is by the ports