Siren Bard

Keel. Merfolk. Bard.

[bardxkeel]

It had been so emotional the past few hours; everyone had gathered into the square to mourn in front of the Queen’s statue.  He cried with some of them but really only a pity cry; he didn’t know the queen personally. But he was bored, so he wandered through the streets. It was like a ghost town. It was eerily and the bard didn’t like it. He kept wandering, lute strapped to his back before he came onto a person. “Oh. Hello.” He hummed before he leaned in. “Care for a song in this hard times? I find a song can cheer people up.” 

[exo-stentialism]

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[bardxkeel]

spunkyhalfling‌:

   It was a long day of training, while most may be mourning the young halfling wanted nothing more than to get stronger. He was tired of death, losing his own family was the hardest thing he had to overcome, he didn’t think he would be capable of getting through that kind of pain. With the water heating, he had been using some magic to get his bath ready quicker than the normal routine. He needed to soak, body ached, bruised, filthy, shoulders tense. His clothing in a pile on the floor as he approached the large bathtub, one foot first as he eased into the warmth and found himself groaning out both pain yet a settling ease. With his body lowered beneath the water, his back settled against the rim he relaxed back. 

    The room filled with a thick steam, hard to see even a few feet before him. Maybe he overdid it with the magic, yet again unstable and hard to control. He never understood as a child why he had to wear a necklace at all times, but it dawned on him that he was dangerous, that maybe some of them, most of them didn’t trust him. Roxas was finally relaxing, the ache present but not painful when he heard a noise. Leaning up, he quickly looked around, brows furrowed as he stared at nothing. Nothing he could see anyway- “Show yourself…” 

He could practically taste the moisture in the air. His skin was itching and it was drying fast. He had been out of the water too long; such was the curse with Merfolk. He was staggering and he was groaning. He could barely keep himself up. He was hugging his lute to his body; following the smell of water. He needed it. He couldn't die like this. He was actually making decent money traveling from tavern to tavern. Finding his way to the smell of the water; he looked over at the guy. "I-I'm sorry... I-I need... water." He couldn't speak, he was holding onto the door frame.

[bardxkeel]

{ BYUN BAEKHYUN  } another arrival has come to Avalon. I heard their name was { KEEL } and they are a/an { 2,046} year old { MERFOLK }. I heard they were looking into the role of { BARD }. Yet I heard they can be { CHARMING & OUTGOING } but also { CHILDISH & NAIVE }. There is a rumor that they are into { BODY WORSHIP, DADDY, ROUGH SEX } but hate { WATER SPORTS, SCAT, AGE PLAY }

The bastard son of the Merfolk king and a noblewoman. Even though he held the bloodline of the king, he was not considered part of the Sacred Princes. He was mistreated and looked down upon as filthy blood because he wasn't the son of the Queen.

Even though he was unwanted, he still tried his best to fit in. He was placed in the Royal court as a jester and entertainment. 

Eventually, he got sick of everything and ran away from the Isle to the land across the mist. 

He traveled as a wandering bard, going to every kingdom and learning about the races he had never seen before.

When the corruption took over, he was one of many refugees that wandered to Avalon. He doesn't have a home, just stays in the many taverns in the different districts.

Versatile 

[bardxkeel]

noah-weber‌:

“Now isn’t really the time to be this close to the gates.” Noah informed the other shyly as he clutched the bow in one of his hands. Especially with the Queen’s death earlier today, people were anxious…And there was talk about disappearances. Guard patrols were tighter than ever, and Noah couldn’t help but to feel a bit jitterish himself. “Is there a reason why you’re here?” 

He had just come from the square where people were mourning under the queen's statue. But he couldn't handle all the sadness; plus his skin was starting to dry out. He needed to go out to the small lake outside the kingdom. It was one of the only places not corrupted outside. "I-I just need to get out towards the lake." The bard explained, slowly scratching his drying skin.

[bardxkeel]

humanaudouin‌:

Leaning against the front of the Lady’s Luck Tavern, Duke pulled a small whittling knife from his coat pocket and began carving a thick piece of wood he’d been working on for a few days now. It was supposed to look like a wolf… but right now it looked like a misshapen potato; a misshapen potato with a tail. He could have easily left his tavern behind to join the crowds of people filing towards the castle to mourn the death of the Queen… but there were two problems with that. 1) If he closed down his tavern he’d lose money. There wasn’t a single soul inside, except for the few members of his staff, but that wasn’t the point. Duke never walked away from making money. 2) As much as he might have genuinely, and secretly, loved the royal family the last place Duke wanted to be was in a gathering of people crying. 

So instead he stayed behind, waiting for someone to actually pass through his section of the lower city; and he was stubborn enough to stand out there all day and night if it meant he didn’t have to go join the growing crowds. 

“Oy, you there.” He called out as he happened to notice someone walking down the street in front of him. “Nothing helps you mourn like a half priced, cold flagon of ale.” Ever the sales man, Duke tucked the misshapen wood and knife into his coat pocket as he pushed off the wall so he could approach the other. “–and nothing goes better with ale then some company and a bit of warm food. What do you say I take you inside and get you started with something.”

He had spent the majority of his time in the streets that day, even before the news of the fallen queen. Keel knew how such a loss could be. He had lost his mother and she was the only one that really cared for him. Being a bastard child to the king was not a good thing. He wasn't even counted into the royal family but he was a prince by blood. He felt sorry for the royal family and hoped that somehow, he could make his way into the palace and play them a song to cheer them up.

With his lute strapped over his shoulder and the bag of coins jingling on his waist, he was walking by the tavern. He never really visited this one, mainly the one on the Upper district; the one were most nobles went to. The Merfolk bard stopped and starred at the barkeep. "I really should get to the square. There are a lot of people gathering."

[hyunniebaeked]

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