Oceana

Oceana, 18, Siren. “I stretched my hands out to the sky, We danced with monsters through the night.”

[dicmonddew]

         Ariana sat on her chair, reading a book, cross legged. Even when Demeter’s Den was filled with people who were chatting, clanking sounds of coffee cups reverberated throughout the room, these sounds did not bother her nor disturb her. She didn’t take her eyes off her book as she grabbed her coffee cup from the table, sipping it. It was too early to go to school since her class didn’t start until after lunch and her shift at the coffee shop was not until tonight, so she decided to have an early cup of coffee and study. Even as she was engrossed with what she was reading, she still noticed the figure looming in front of her. Without raising her head, she spoke, “Is there anything you want?”

[sirenoceana]

“Only to keep my face in its original arrangement, please,” said Oceana with a smile and in a light tone, slightly taken aback by Ariana’s hostility. Oceana stood in front of the other girl, as she barely lifted her head to meet her, holding her notebook by her side. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude. If you want to be left alone, I absolutely understand,” muttered Oceana, for fear of setting Ariana off. She was familiar with the occasional desire to exist in solitude despite being surrounded by a bustling environment. It was an inexplicable sensation, to be lonely. “I just haven’t bumped into you in a while. I wanted to ask how you were.”

[macchusbacchus]

"Are you sure? You could always join me as well, I haven’t seen you around, I’m Hennessey by the way" she shook her hand out, trying to get the wet tea off her hand before shaking the other girls’, laughing as she did. With a sloppy hand shake she smiled openly to the girl, glad that she didn’t blame her for this mishap. At the mention of ‘those days’ she chuckled, knowing full well what it meant to have bad luck chasing you around all day. The tea was beginning to disappear, leaving a nice stain on the floor of the coffee shop that would only be picked up by a mop. Sitting back on her knees, she stood up straight, wiping her forehead with the back of her hand and looking at the girl. Hennessey was sure she had seen her before, but they had never formally met, she felt bad that this was the way they had to meet.

Hennessey was also pretty sure of who she was, being a siren always came with side glances in this town, a fact that she hated of demi-gods for, she had always tried to keep an open mind. Sirens were people too in her head and she didn’t want to condemn them for the actions of their ancestors, she had never been attacked by one so why should she shun them. And while Hennessey had never met a siren before, they seemed pleasant enough now to confirm her beliefs. Hennessey hoped it didn’t seem like she was trying too hard to be nice to the girl, she wanted to make a good impression. “Oh I’m sure they’re fine, even if they’re not at least they’ll smell good now” she grinned, Hennessey was quite laid-back even in situations like these, it was hard to get on her bad side even with spilled tea. Looking at her bookbag everything looked pristine, even the strap was untouched by the tea and Hennessey sighed in relief, glad that she wouldn’t have to explain to a mad librarian what happened. She could just see herself there, standing in front of them, madly trying to tell the story with her hands waving in the air, it was quite the sight in her head and she laughed out loud, startling the girl.

[sirenoceana]

At first, Oceana hesitated to accept Hennessey's offer. A part of her, the slightly whimsical part, urged her to do accept the offer and get acquainted with the girl as she had come off as nothing short of amiable. Her other more skeptical and apprehensive side tugged at her, wondering if Hennessey would still want to get to know Oceana if she found out that she was a Siren. Pretending to not have heard Hennessey's invitation, at first, Oceana chuckled when Hennessey laughed as she shook the tea of her hand. Noticing Hennessey extend a hand towards her for a handshake, Oceana made a quick check to make sure her own hands weren't dripping with tea - that would certainly make a bad impression. Sure that her hands were dry, Oceana extended her own hand and shook Hennessey's. "I'm Oceana," she replied, quite sure that her name would be a dead giveaway of her species. Her eyes subtly scanned Hennessey's reaction to her name, attempting to pick up any telltale signs of the other girl's realisation of her species. 

Oceana grinned once again when Hennessey mentioned the improved smell of her bag since the tea. "Well, if bergamot is your kind of scent, then you're welcome," said Oceana with a quirky attitude. The warm and relaxed vibe she was getting from Hennessey was beginning to beckon a lighter side of Oceana; the easygoing, more jovial side of her. At that moment, hoping that Hennessey's original offer still stood, Oceana said, "Actually, I wouldn't mind having some company this afternoon. But I wouldn't have you pay for my tea. I'll just head over to the counter and order another one." As Oceana was about to gather the soaked tissues and throw them into the nearest rubbish bin, Hennessey let out a surprising laugh. Trying not to look too startled, and risk appearing rude, Oceana, smiled at Hennessey's haphazard reaction."What is it?", she asked.

[macchusbacchus]

When Hennessey had gotten to Demeter’s Den it had just started picking up in traffic, not too full but not too empty either. She had been running around the town all day, doing odd house calls which involved her dropping off wines and running errands for herself. She hadn’t been out of the house in a quite a few days now and was enjoying the atmosphere of having other people around her. Sighing she took her cup of coffee and held it closer to her face, fogging up her glasses, her eyes were too tired to wear contacts today. A good cup of joe solved everything, she thought and just as she was about to take a sip she felt her bag jerk forward. Reaching down to grab it, thinking someone was trying to steal from her she immediately looked up, seeing a girl standing there with her mouth open, half-bent forward, and her cup of tea on the floor. Scrambling, Hennessey immediately grabbed some napkins and began pushing them around on the floor, trying to clean the mess up. 

"Shit, I am so sorry about that, I shouldn’t leave my bag lying around, are you okay?" She rambled, handing some napkins to the girl so she could help her. Hennessey felt terrible, she wasn’t known for being a slob but leaving her bag out in the open like that really made her seem like one. "How about I buy you another cup of tea, to make it up to you" she smiled up at the girl, hoping to reconcile things.

[sirenoceana]

Oceana's consecutive reaction to having her tea all over the floor was to look straight at the person seated on the table, which the bag was leaning on. She didn't look furious, or at least she hope she didn't, rather it might have shown that she was a little frustrated. Although, in no way did she intend to place blame on the owner of the bag, rather she would blame the fragile and fickle concept of sheer bad luck. Upon hearing the apologetic tone of the girl who sat at the table, her frustration quickly melted away. "Oh, that's alright. I guess I'm just having one of those 'wonderful' days we all get sometimes, huh?," said Oceana, placing certain sarcasm on the word 'wonderful'. She took the napkins offered to her by the girl with a small smile and muttered, "Thanks," before starting to wipe up the tea.

Oceana couldn't help but smile when she heard the girl offer to buy her another cuppa as a gesture to recompense. She loved it when people were nice to her. It showed her that not everyone simply slapped a label on her that said 'Siren' and pre-judged her every action in a negative and critical manner. However, just as Oceana was indulging in the idea of an open minded demigod, a sudden thought hit her and her heart sank once more. Could it be possible that perhaps she has no idea of what I am? With that thought, Oceana's smile faded and she kept her focus on wiping up the tea. "No, no that's really not necessary. I can always just get another one later," she responded with short and quick glances at the girl's face, so as to not seem too rude. "I hope none of the tea got onto your books or bag. I wouldn't want it to leave a stain of sorts."

[mattypierce]

Matty had decided to go the the cafe that day, he wasn’t really a fan of coffee, but he did like the teas they had there, and their baked goods were amazing. He had probably had at least five muffins since taking a seat by the window of the shop, alone with just his phone and people watching. He was never so good at starting up a conversation at first, typically people spoke to him and he carried on with them, but all these new people, new people that had a sense of what was going on around them, unlike him, made him a little intimidated. 

He sighs as he sips his tea, glancing around and watching the busy cafe, his eyes going to a girl when he noticed her trip. He frowns when she spills her tea, looking absolutely horrified for a moment before a little annoyed, and he stood up, grabbing the napkin container off the counter as he passed it and held it out to her, “Your foot okay?” He asks her as he pulls a few napkins out, “It’s good you didn’t fall, that could have been really bad.” He says to her as he hands her some napkins, before kneeling down, and pulled out some himself, starting to help clean up her mess.

[sirenoceana]

Her eyes widened slightly at the selfless gesture from a stranger demigod who offered her a napkin, which she immediately took. She used her free hand to tuck her hair behind her ear as she responded bashfully to his question, "Yeah, I'm fine. I still have ten toes." The demigod, whom she quickly identified as Matty Pierce, Son of Poseidon, had already begun to help clean up her mess. She couldn't help but feel a little stiffened at the fact that of all the people sitting around having casual conversations at the cafe, none of which having missed her little slip-up which ended up in a pool of earl grey on the floor, it was a Son of Poseidon who had been the first to respond in a helpful manner to Oceana, a Siren. Attempting to shake her temporary surprise, she kneeled down opposite him, the pool of earl grey separating them and began wiping up the spilled drink as well. 

"Thank the Gods, indeed. If that happened, I think I'd pray for the ground to just open up, swallow me hole and rescue me from the embarrassment I'd have to deal with," said Oceana shaking her head, with a light chuckle, relieved that that hadn't actually been the case. "Your name's Matty, right? Son of Poseidon?," she asked, hoping it didn't make her seem like an ignorant question for not being 100% certain of the boy's name. Siren's usually hardly interacted with sons of Poseidon, due to their historical disputes. Nevertheless, given the circumstances, albeit if this was about to be an awkward conversation, Oceana felt the need to show gratitude at the demigod's chivalry.

[sirenoceana]

Oceana had just picked up a cuppa from Demeter's Den. Originally, she had planned on taking her sweet time to just chill in the cozy little cafe run by the friendly wood nymphs and demigods that have not, thus far, showed any obvious signs of minding that she was a Siren. However, that afternoon, she had walked in to find the cafe a little more crowded than expected. Not feeling up to having to put up with the occasional apprehensive glance from a passerby demigod, Oceana decided that she'd have her cuppa on-the-go. On her way out, Oceana hasn't noticed a the end of a bag strap, extending out from the where the owner's bag lay at the foot of the cafe table, lying on the floor on her path. Oblivious, and quite unlucky too, Oceana's shoe had scooped up the bag strap sending her off her balance. Catching her balance just in the nick of time was hard enough without having to worry about spilling a piping hot cup of earl grey on the floor - and thus she failed in the latter. 

There she stood, her mouth in a small surprised 'o' as she stared at half her cup's contents on the cafe floor. "Great," said Oceana sarcastically as she heaved a sigh and began to look around for a napkin.

[nnnerissa-blog]

Nerissa looked through window of the store in front of her, fascinated by the crystals in the window. She was about to go inside when she saw him in the reflection of the window. She turned quickly to make sure it was actually the son of Poseidon that she had saved, and there he was, walking alongside Ambrosios. She began to walk towards him, wanting to speak to him, but someone stood in her way. She sighed impatiently, looking at them, and back to where the son of Poseidon was disappearing around the corner. “What do you want?” She asks in, tone irritated.

[sirenoceana]

Oceana was in midst of making her way back to the Siren House when she spotted her sister from a distance. Nerissa seemed quite interested with whatever lay behind the panel of glass that separated her from the inside of the store she was peering into. Oceana smiled, the result of seeing a familiar face after spending the afternoon making little conversation with other demigods for Oceana had made the resolution that tomorrow, she would be in a better mood to get acquainted with more new faces. With that, she made her way over to her where Nerissa was. 

Suddenly, she saw Nerissa turn around, as if someone had called her by her name. Oceana's gaze followed Nerissa's, instinctively, and she immediately understood and predicted her sister's next course of action. Of course, Nerissa would want to go over and speak to Matty - the son of Poseidon that they had saved in the past. Oceana would have loved nothing more than to speak to the boy, in the moment, too. But that would be against the rules and if she could help it, Oceana did not wish to break any rules just yet, and she didn't intend for Nerissa to break any either. Soon, Oceana found herself face to face with her sister, in between her and the boy, who passed by without noticing the two sisters. "To stop you from doing something you might soon regret, perhaps?"

[sirenoceana]

Oceana is 18+ years old, she has been in town for 3 weeks, is a siren daughter of Aphrodite, and she looks a lot like Adelaide Kane.

"I stretched my hands out to the sky, We danced with monsters through the night.”

{+} Adaptable, Charasmatic, Elegant || {-} Materialistic, Superficial, Vulnerable

↳ Background

Oceana is by no means innocent in fact she’s quite the opposite. She’s lived her life with her sisters doing what they are meant to do: Hunt. Kill. Feed. She’s always taken what she wanted, whether it be some hidden treasure they found in an abandoned ship or ship wreck, or the life of a man abusing a woman. Oceana isn’t as cruel as her sisters though, and hates that they never seemed to care who they hunted, innocent or not. During the slaughter of the sirens, Oceana stayed close to her sisters to the best of her abilities, though when they were betrayed by the mermaids, she was captured by the Poseidon hunters. She was saved by her remaining sisters, but had been forced watch and mourn for each sister she lost, the pain of it overwhelming to her even though she didn’t shed tears for the hunters. Her experience has left her still shaken to this day, but she never shared her sisters’ thirst for vengeance as deeply, knowing in her heart that these monsters would pay for their crimes by her hand.

Oceana had no problem killing the guilty contributors to their dwindling numbers, hunting the Poseidon children and other demigods who took hand in the slaughter with ease, but when Syrena and the others started to target all the descendants, even the innocent ones, Oceana started to pull away no longer wanting to hunt with them when they went after the Poseidon children. When her sisters fought over the boy in California, she couldn’t believe it. Nerissa had never showed remorse for a person like that and seeing Syrena purposely harm her sister left her shaken up, especially when the outcome resulted in their mother coming and forcing them to leave the waters, the only place Oceana ever knew.

Their mother, Aphrodite, brought them to the strange town of Olympus and provided them with charms that kept their siren powers locked away when they were on land. Oceana was fascinated by it all. All the walking, skipping, running, and speaking tones that were so… boring compared to what she was used to. But the new world truly was awe inspiring, and she found herself incredibly excited to get to discover all the new things she was sheltered from in the water. The overall unwelcoming feel some members of the town had towards her and her sisters has left Oceana a little sad but she doesn’t blame them, considering she knew that her and her sisters were considered monsters, especially compared to the rest of the towns people and the other mythical beings. She tries her hardest not to let it get to her though, simply happy to get to explore the new world.

↳ Personality

Oceana is quite a friendly and happy person to be around. She’s always sure to be sweet to the people that talk to her and because of that, the people in town warm up to her more than they do to the rest of her sisters. Since this is the first time she’s been on land for more than a few minutes at a time, she’s found it a bit difficult controlling her motor skills, often stumbling around and tripping over small obstacles or her own feet. She’s very curious about the world and touches everything she gets her hands on, asking questions frequently and always seeming to be in awe when she’s seen around town, especially the mall, getting excited when she learns something new. She doesn’t like seeing people sad, and if they let her, she’ll sit and help them with whatever problem they’re having, even if she’s not experienced with their problems.

↳ Tidbits

Oceana loves spending her time outdoors and loves that even though the town is closed off from the rest of the world, there’s always something new she can discover, whether it be in the Wood Nymph woods, or her in time spent exploring the waters around town.

Unlike the rest of her sisters, Oceana is more hurt by some of the treatment they’ve received in town. She understands why people are afraid, but she does all she can to be as nonthreatening as possible and is happy when she’s able to make friends.

Oceana has seen Caleb around town, but she still thinks he doesn’t remember who she is. Plus, talking to him would mean breaking one of the rules set for her and her sisters, and she doesn’t want to anger Ambrosios if she can help it. Still, she’s happy to see the boy she saved has grown up well and seems happy here.