𝖑𝖔𝖚𝖎𝖘 𝖒𝖈𝖈𝖗𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖓
he appears as though he was born forty-four years ago but is actually two hundred and ten, he is a siren who lives in dillon as the owner of the deep dive restaurant, and is in no pod. he looks an awful lot like lee pace.
“I kiss away the salt spray; skip stones across the water's edge and count the waves before each one sinks into the ocean below. In daylight it looks like the sea and sky are painted in watercolor aquamarine, shell-swirled brushstrokes and washes of cerulean; at night Poseidon makes the whole world fade to indigo.”
tw: death, child death, murder, drowning, cannibalism
His birth hadn't been planned in the slightest, but his mother raised him with great care and surprising diligence. Most of his childhood was under heavy supervision since he wasn't like his mother. Not completely at least. One could never be too careful in this world, after all.
It was greed that had cost his mother her life. Have one’s hands in too many pots and such a fate was bound to happen. The most he remembered of that encounter was a single late night visit. It wasn't his mother that had darkened the doorway, but rather a strange person who demanded the return of the stolen item. And who was Louis to deny such a reasonable request? He gave the oddity his rightful possession and was left alone.
The increase of freedom wet his appetite for excitement after that. Most of which came from in the form of violence. As the decades passed, he worked his way into a well renowned crime syndicate. It was there that he grew the connections to a found family. It was also there that he fell into temporary infatuation. And said infatuation was the sole reason why he was given a son. Unlike his own mother, Louis adored and doted on his child as much as he could.
It was by a strike of misfortune that robbed him of that joy when his wrongdoings caught up with him. His girlfriend and son got caught in the crossfire of a home invasion. Louis made it out alive but at the cost of overwhelming grief. Devastated, he set out to sea with the determination to never return again. And to a certain extent, he did.
Bitter tears stained his cheeks as he swam out - farther and deeper than he had ever been before. It was there that he met the strange creature for a second time. A siren of all things, yet he couldn’t bring himself to care. Rather, a deal was struck right then and there. Louis’ mortal life for the vengeance of the ones he had lost. Bare took him long to decide, but the deal was struck in the end. Louis breathed his last under the murky depths of the cold ocean, and was born anew the next day.
Though his revenge was obtained, the gnawing urge for such watery deaths left a permanent stain. For a time, Louis would dwell among the people that had adept sea legs and a knack for navigating unrelenting waves. Pirates, nondescript sailors, and the like — all would be joined under his cleverly formed disguise. He would mingle among them for weeks, even months, as he altered the course of the ship. It took a lot of time, practice and patience for him to do so, but it wasn't an impossible task when he was able to influence people through finely spun words and dulcet charm.
He'd always lead them to areas plagued with strong storms to render the ship useless in the merciless currents. It’d always send the crew into a panic whenever the ship capsized or crashed into natural structures. Then Louis would call upon a cluster of similar appetites to feast. A few of the crew's souls would be plucked and eaten en route, but Louis was always sure to save enough for other sirens around.
Half a century was spent in such a manner; living grand and large with a full belly and endless treasures. Yet the thrill of it all grew less and less with time. Louis stopped living among his targets as frequently, and chose to bide his time until a crew caught his interest. And when said crew docked on the nearby sandy shore.. well, he repeated the process once again. Except the chain of events that followed broke past the norm. See, the crew he had integrated with weren't mundane sailors. They were skilled hunters under the guise of normies, and they played him like a fool to a fiddle.
Louis had managed to cut their numbers by one before someone caught on. Said someone just so happened to be his next target. He might have gotten away with the consumption of the other's soul if it hadn't been for the enchanted dagger that ended up in the siren's gut. Surprised, but not foolish enough to be blinded by hunger, Louis went overboard with the promise to visit that particular hunter in the future. In the meantime, he opened up his own restaurant; one that welcomes any and all who have an appetite for seafood.
“what power did he attain when settling in opulence?”
Strange as it was, there's a certain vertigo effect Louis can push onto another. Be it from voice or eye contact, the sense of nausea and loss of balance can blossom. Couple this with the use of his sirens song and the impact can be quite lethal.
this character is…taken
