Another of my Morrowind Ordinator OCs.
Her name is Caprice (no last name), but people call her Cap. She/Her, born under the sign of The Tower.
She is an Ordinator of the Order of War in Vivec city. Her story takes place during TES3: Morrowind
She is 38 years old, and 1.78m (5'10ft) tall.
Cap is someone who sets her own goals, and has her own ideals. She is confident and passionate. She is a skilled warrior who fights with a short sword and a shield.
She uses her position to delve into Dwemer ruins to get all the curious items and scraps she can find. In her free time she studies the Dwemer and their machinery, as well as dabbles in tailoring. Adding little bits of Dwemer armor to her outfits gives her lots of joy. She for sure sees herself as a fashion icon, and she's not wrong.
A bit of backstory:
She was raised in an Orphanage, just like Bvyyth. They grew up together, and were good friends since they shared a lot of similarities. They both went to train to become an Ordinator, and Caprice quickly found a place for herself.
She deeply dispises Bvyyth calling her Caprisun as she finds it ridiculous. It clearly doesn’t mean anything, right?
Heyy It's late but posting this cause I'm gonna be out of commission for at least a week. (Will of course love asks during this time)
Idk what tw to put so please lemme know if there's blatant ones
Kyrie has been having a bit of a problem since he grew, so far he's ignored it while hiding it from Melody. Although that can't last forever.
Protective Instincts
Kyrie blinked as the world returned to normal. The strange dark shadows were gone. The lights he’d been seeking out vanished. He was alone in the open water with a lot of fish around him. He hated times like this. Ever since he grew he had periods where the world went dark and he couldn’t stop himself from seeking out all the lights. He wasn’t sure what the lights even were. Some were mers, but not all of them.
He stretched, flicking his tail a few times. The fish around him swam off and he sighed. It wasn’t like that would help much if he was about to start hunting. He grabbed some of the slower fish in a fist before figuring out his way home. At least he could claim that he’d left for a reason instead of losing himself to those strange instincts.
Kyrie took off towards the den he shared with Byssal and Pelago. They were probably worried about him. It made sense, these weird instinct driven times kept happening. So far he hadn’t gone towards Melody, but he didn’t know how long that would last. Eventually he might scare her and have to start all over with her… again. A whine escaped him at the thought.
“Kyrie!?” Pel’s worried voice shocked him. The small mermaid swam up to him, crashing right into his nose. He brought a hand up and cupped it around her. Carefully, he wrapped two of his fingers around her tail and pulled her away so he could see her. Her face was full of worry. “Where were you!? Byss and I woke up and you were gone. He went to check with Melody and Caprice to see if you’d gone there.”
“I woke up early and went hunting,” he chirped. Pel tried to squirm out of his hold, he didn’t stop her. She swam down to his other hand and let out a shocked chirp. He grimaced and let out a sad chirp of his own. “I got too much again, didn’t I?”
Pel swam up and settled herself on his head. She didn’t like to admit that his size had caused more changes than any of them expected. He wasn’t supposed to get this big. She just chirped a bit trying to reassure him, but there wasn’t much she could say to help. He swam forward, slower than before now that he had a passenger. She was cleaning out his hair, he missed the days her hands were massive compared to him.
As soon as he reached the cave a deep growl came from inside. Byssal swam out and barreled into his chest. He caught the smaller man with his free hand, ignoring the growls and struggles to get free. Kyrie let him go once he’d moved most of the way into the cave. He’d dug into the ground to make more space for them after he grew, the others used magic to fix the opening’s size. The parts he changed looked natural, it felt like his claws were built to make changes like them.
Byssal swam up to his face with a terrifying glare the second he was free. Kyrie had to force himself to stay still. His head was too high right now, Pel could get hurt. He carefully swam around the older mer and let himself float to the floor. It was always better like this. He tried to curl in on himself a little. As always he ended up with his tail fin hovering in the water across from his face.
“Where were you?” Byss growled. Kyrie brought his hand with the fish forward, opening it to reveal the catch he’d made.
“I went hunting,” he whispered. Pel always trusted him, Byssal didn’t. The green mer stared at him for a long time before letting out a heavy sigh. He grabbed one of the fish Kyrie brought. At least they weren’t Pel’s size this time.
“It happened again didn’t it?” Kyrie looked away. The quick movement knocked Pelago free of his hair. The mermaid floated down, settling on Kyrie’s open palm. She let out worried chirps, but he was tempted to lie. The looks of concern stopped him. All he did was nod.
“Oh guppy, you can tell us,” Pelago said. She swam up to his head again and started petting his nose. He was tempted to leave, but the two had settled in a way he’d have to use force to get around them. “We just want to help you.”
“Where did you wake up?” Byss sounded angry, of course he was angry. Kyrie had these… he didn’t know what to call them. The world turned almost completely dark, all he could see were shadows and lights. He swam around aimlessly sometimes with a goal of finding a specific light. He barely remembered what he did during those times.
“A few reefs out. It wasn’t as bad this time.” The mers that raised him gave him duplicate looks of doubt.
“Guppy, you were gone since the moon was high, it was just as bad as the others.” He shook his head, Pel swam back before it bothered her too much.
“No, I just took a while to get back. The sun hadn’t come up yet.” It was the first time he lied to them. He didn’t want them to keep worrying. Every morning they hounded him, worried he’d disappeared and done something he would hate himself for. They had to stop sleeping on his chest after the first few times. They’d just be woken up and left behind. At least he never hurt them. The relief on their faces told him the lie was the right idea.
“Maybe it is getting better. We should try and get Harmony to talk with us again. She might have an idea of what’s happening.” Byss chirped in approval at Pel’s idea.
Kyrie nodded along as the two settled near his hand. They’d eat what they wanted and he’d eat the rest. The issue of grabbing too much on a hunt was easy enough to solve at least. Although he hadn’t actually been hungry since he grew. Almost like he didn’t need to eat. Caprice had been curious about how Harmony eats trapped in the siren’s nest. Maybe she and Kyrie just don’t. Something else to make what they were different from others. The thought almost pulled another whine from his throat, but he held it back.
He shook off the thoughts and tried to focus on the conversation Byss and Pel were having. It was hard, he was tired. If he wanted them to believe it hadn’t lasted all night he couldn’t sleep. No matter how much his eyes burned as he stayed awake. It was the fourth time this week, he had to be able to sleep soon. All he got was that they thought things could start to go back to normal.
Kyrie’s eyes snapped open to a world of shadows. Two dim lights were on top of him, carefully he moved them to a spot out of the way. Then he left. There were dim lights all across his territory, but one was brighter than the others. The most important one needed him. He had to go to them. He swam low to the sea floor, running his hands along it. Just in case.
As he moved he noticed a group of lights. One was too dim. He swam up at full speed. The small group of lights were huddled together among shadows. He tried to grab the dimmest one, but it was hard. Shadows were in the way, they were solid. They were too important to break through. He had to squeeze his fingers into an opening. Finally he managed to get a part of the light between his claws pulling the light out.
“Let me go!” the light shouted. He brought them close, smelling them carefully. Definitely a light, but the smell made him sad. It also smelled of blood. He opened his mouth wide, he’d need to heal them. They had to stay safe. “Don’t eat me!”
He huffed, it pushed the light away a little. He didn’t eat the lights. He protected the lights. That’s what he was here for. He set the light on his tongue, careful of his teeth. He closed his mouth, seeking out the taste of blood on it. He tasted tears, he hated that taste. Soon enough he found the injury on the small light. They were squirming, making it hard to take care of it. He carefully put them between his teeth, finally making them still.
Kyrie licked the wound a few times before releasing the light. He pinched them between his claws again. He set them back with the group of lights he pulled them from before turning away. The brightest light still needed him. With a flick of his tail he was moving again, the lights he left were all the same level of dim. A safe dim.
Sand was kicked up by his claws as he swam. The brightest light was higher, but he wouldn’t go up until he had to. Other lights stayed low, he’d help on his way. He bumped his head on something ahead of him. Another shadow he couldn’t make out. The light he cared about was close, just above him. He dug his claws into the sand and started to drag himself up. He had to reach the light.
Once his head cleared the water his vision turned worse. The shadows were harder to tell apart. His light was glimmering. Another light was with her, a little dimmer. More like the ones he’d left when the brightest one needed him. He continued climbing up. Pausing to feel ahead of him. Making sure none of the shadows would be hurt by him. He couldn’t mindlessly break them, the lights needed them and sometimes they hid in them.
“Mel, are you sure you’re alright?” Kyrie rushed when he heard the dimmer light speak. He had to help.
“I… I’ll be fine. It was just another nightmare. Go back to bed,” the bright light spoke this time. He had to reach her. He kept his movements slow. Feeling the shadow he knew kept these lights hidden. He had to be extra careful of this shadow. The brightest light needed it.
“Mel, what happened? Talking about it used to help right?”
“I… I was back in that place. All the horrible voices and faces. I couldn’t move or think… I could swear it was real. I… Cap, what if I do go back there?”
“You won’t we took care of that, remember? The songs you wrote don’t have that weird magic tied to them. And I’ll shatter them again if I have to.”
“You don’t know that would work!” Kyrie pulled himself around the shadow closer to his lights. He heard noises that left him more concerned. He had to make sure they weren’t hurt. Heal anything that happened. “K-Kyrie?!”
“What do you want?” The dimmer light was mad. It didn’t matter. He just had to reach them. He ran his fingers over the shadow near them, it was empty. He could reach in. He squeezed two fingers inside hoping to reach the lights.
“Stop!” He froze. He couldn’t ignore this light’s demands. This light was special, different.
“Hurt?” he asked. The light used different words, it was hard to match them. He had to in order to protect them.
“She’s fine, go away.” Kyrie growled a little, he couldn’t help it. They were in danger and wanted him to leave. The glow of the lights weren’t injured, but the brightest one needed him. He was here for her.
“Protect you.”
Kyrie curled his tail around the shadow the lights were in. He rested his head on the ground, he could still see the lights. They were talking, soft noises he couldn’t hear well. The dimmer light left, it bothered him. The shadows would hide the light. Another growl escaped him.
“C-Cap is just going to his room. We’re safe,” his brightest light said. He didn’t believe her, but he wouldn’t break these shadows. These lights were special and these shadows too. He wouldn’t be forceful around them. He curled up around the shadow as tightly as he could. They’d be safe while he was here.
“Sleep. Safe,” he said. He could see the light moving around. She was doing something, it didn’t make sense. She should curl up. The light stopped and Kyrie chirped lightly. A small reminder of his promise to keep her safe. The dimmer light too, even if the dim light treated him like a monster.
Kyrie felt rested. It was the first time in a while he felt like he’d actually gotten to sleep. His skin was dry, there was air around him. It made him groan. He tried to pull his tail closer.
“Kyrie stop!” Melody shouted. Kyrie froze. She shouldn’t be around him, that wasn’t where he was supposed to be. Slowly he opened his eyes and met the small siren staring at him with wide eyes. “Please stop.”
“...Melody,” he croaked. His throat was dry. How long had he been on land? It took him far too long to realize he was surrounding her den. He pushed himself away, his back landing in the shallows near Melody’s beach. His tail hung off the small cliff.
“Kyrie!” Her shout spurred him to move. He rolled to the side. The splash of his tail hitting the water was big enough to hit his back. He pulled himself into the deeper water with all his strength. He couldn’t stay here. “Wait!”
For the first time since he’d heard her song he ignored her call. Even before she sang he was always interested in her voice. Each word made him curious. He wanted to know what they meant. He shook off the thoughts and swam, he had to get away. He remembered seeking out the lights. She must have been the one he was after this time.
It was hard to stay where he wanted as he swam. It was around the time other mers were out. He saw them and tried to avoid bothering them, but when he moved his tail it caused currents. The best way to avoid problems was to keep moving. As long as he kept his tail moving they wouldn’t be dragged out to the deep waters with him.
Kyrie knew he couldn’t leave things as they were. He needed help. The only person who could help him was the same one he never wanted to see again. Harmony. The massive mermaid made him angry. He didn’t trust her, even if the others said she was fine. She was the only mer with colors like him. The only one who could tell him why sometimes he could only see lights and shadows. Why some part of him needed to patrol the lights. And she was the one who wanted to kill his Melody.
“Guppy!” Pel called to him. He sped up. They weren’t coming to Harmony with him. He’d go alone… If he couldn’t control whatever was going on he wasn’t coming back. He’d find a way to trap himself somewhere that he wouldn’t trouble them anymore.
“Kyrie!” Byssal sounded angry. He’d probably thrown Pel as he swam past. It didn’t matter they’d find out what happened soon enough. They’d figure out where he was going. He flicked his tail hoping the new current would make sure both the older mers were gone.
The trip was faster on his own too. As soon as he cleared his own den he could stop holding back. The speed he could reach without anyone to worry about was a bit shocking. He’d never admit he liked the freedom in the open waters. Although it left him no time to think before he reached the entrance to the siren nest.
The entrance felt smaller than the last time. It hadn’t changed and neither had he. The place felt like it wanted to keep him. That he’d never be allowed to leave if he made the wrong choice. Melody’s face flashed in his mind. He had to do this. He needed answers so he would face the only other creature in the seas like him.
It was a tight fit at first in the entrance. He might have changed, Melody said his arms felt softer the other day. It was fine, he just had to use his claws to pull forward. Soon enough the cave opened and he barely fit himself into the spot with the false roof. He rushed to open it. Using his tail he pushed with all his strength into the hidden tunnel.
The tunnel itself made him feel sick. It was made of scales like his own. The last time he was here he’d only noticed the bones guarding the nest from above as they left. The place was surrounded by dead and each had his scales. He wasn’t sure there was a way out that didn’t use Harmony with his size. She had to lift him over the wall in the air. She’d grabbed him in a tight fist last time.
“I wasn’t expecting you to come back yet,” her voice echoed in the tunnel. As soon as he was in the open water her shadow hid all the light. Staring up he got scared. What if he got that big? Melody was so small next to Harmony. He didn’t want to be big like that. He would rather get smaller, his old size. That size could protect them all and he could hold Melody safely.
“I need answers,” he said. She let out some chirps that made him shake. He didn’t like her chirps, they felt foreign. Byss said she’d been abandoned for her colors too. There was time for her to learn chirps before those showed up.
“Why should I give you them?” The shadow above him disappeared. A strong current started to tug against him. He gave into it. Letting himself be pulled as the mermaid moved her hand to drag him close. He never wanted to act like this. He wouldn’t control people with currents he made. Not on purpose at least.
“Why wouldn’t you?” The current stopped. It left him floating above her.
“There’s not much you should need to know until you come here.” He didn’t like how she spoke either. He couldn’t explain it, nothing was wrong. Just some things sounded odd.
“I am here.”
“When you’re here to replace me, little one.” He frowned, she definitely knew his name. It was like she didn’t want to use it.
“I’m not going to replace you.” He growled at the idea. He wouldn’t leave himself trapped in the siren’s nest so this mermaid could go free.
“You will. You’re next in line. Like I was. I’ve already decided where my scales will join in protecting the nest.” He floated down, a bit closer to her face.
“What… what does that mean?”
“That’s for later. If you want to ask questions, ask me. If I feel like answering I shall.” Kyrie whined. If he could get the answer to the shadows and lights then he’d worry about the scales protecting this place later.
“I… I keep waking up with the world dark. All I see are lights that I have to go protect. It was once a week at first, but it’s getting worse.” Kyrie swam to the side of her face letting himself float to the stones near her. He didn’t want to admit what sent him here. “I don’t remember exactly what happens. I wake up somewhere else. I know I was going towards one of the lights. Sometimes I know I did something to some while swimming around. I hear voices in the back of my mind when I wake up, ones begging to be let go…”
”It seems you’re drawn as I was. Those protective instincts of ours are strong. You should have control after a decade or two…” Kyrie flattened his fins against his head. Melody told him that word once. It meant ten seasons? No… it meant more than that. A lot more than that. Byss and Pel said something about years… each was four seasons. He shook his head. That didn’t matter; it was too long either way.
“That’s too long! I need control now!” He brought himself closer to her eyes. It was the first time he noticed the clouded portions looked almost bleached. Like the shells Pell would leave out in the sun too long. He floated away, nearer to her gills as he tried to understand her eyes.
“Then control it.” She blew out a sigh. The water from her gills pushed him away from her. Harmony flattened her ear fins blocking him from returning to the spot he’d been in… Unless he chose to sit on her fins at least. “Controlling it isn’t always the same, I can’t tell you the steps to take.”
Kyrie let out a whine mixed with a growl. He needed to control this. He had to do better before he scared Melody more. He couldn’t risk her hating him. Harmony twitched her fins. Another sigh sent more water towards him, but he kept his place. He’d get answers. He’d keep Melody, Caprice, Pelago, and Byssal safe.
“I had to accept that I couldn’t always hold what I would protect. My predecessor kept me still until I’d learned to control myself.”
“Predecessor…” Kyrie hadn’t heard that word before. The way Harmony spoke sounded mixed with human languages as she said it. Kyrie yelped as her shadow engulfed him. Impossible fingers wrapped around him and pulled him to her face.
“The one before me would hold me like this as I struggled to reach my charge. Or place me under the weight of his tail. At times he held my tail with his teeth right at the fin.” Kyrie shivered, imagining her teeth on his tail fin made him nervous. She kept her hold on him as she moved.
“I don’t want that!” His complaints were ignored. She let out a whine that made him freeze.
“Neither did I. He took the measures to stop me once my eyes were injured. He told me the lights had burned my eyes from being too close. I was much smaller than you and my charges were much larger. The light was too bright. Those spots show complete darkness, more complete than I thought there could be.”
Kyrie couldn’t think of anything to say. She didn’t sound disinterested or bored this time. There wasn’t confidence in her words, just some kind of pain. She let him go, the water blew past him again. He swam up to her face, but she didn’t look upset. More… resigned.
“You may need to accept you’ll fail before you’ll learn control. That you won’t be able to protect all that have fallen into your charge under the siren,” Harmony said. Kyrie shuddered. She reached up and touched the remains that rested the closest to the surface. “One of the ones before had that same issue. They never learned true control.”
“I won’t fail. I’ll keep my pod safe,” he growled. He wouldn’t let the others be hurt, or stay hurt. He’d learn control, he was strong enough to stop this.
“You will.” Harmony sat up, covering him in darkness again. “Just as you fail to register what draws you to the siren. You say she’s your destined, one of those who raised you have said it. Siren’s don’t sing for their own mates. Their voices will never draw you in for themselves. That's why they always traveled in pairs.”
Kyrie growled. Harmony was lying. Melody was meant to be with him. Her voice made him positive. He’d already been curious and drawn to her before she sang. It wouldn’t change now and he knew what sirens did.
“Doubt me all you want, but I’m speaking the truth. You were drawn to her before you heard her song, correct?” Kyrie let out an affirmative chirp. It just proved that his love for her was strong. “That was because you’d found your charge. Had you never met her you would have been drawn here instead.”
“You’re lying! I love her!” He growled and flexed his fingers. He expected the massive mer to grab him and punish him. Instead she just blew water towards him. It made him spiral down into the nest. From there he was faced with how small he was next to the only mer he had ever met with his scales.
“You may love her, but there’s no promise you belong together. Question me, doubt me, even attack me if you like. It doesn’t change the truth. You exist to guard merfolk with one as your main charge. That one happens to be this siren, otherwise you’d be here. You two aren’t destined.”
Harmony didn’t move her hand towards him. Kyrie saw tears of his own traveling up towards the massive mer. She spoke weirdly again, but that wasn’t what mattered. She had to be lying. If she wasn’t… Melody might leave him. She might hate him and never give him another chance. He might scare her for good. He didn’t want this mer’s help anymore he just… he had to see Melody. First he just had to leave.
Harmony felt as Kyrie swam back into the tunnel he’d entered from. She waved her hand towards the tunnel hoping it would show him the path out. She returned to where she always rested and closed her eyes. I’m sorry little one, she thought, it’s best to move on now. Before you’re trapped alone in your grief as I was. Tears slipped from the massive mermaid’s eyes as she allowed memories she buried to surface once more. Memories from when she’d just become big enough to hear the ocean’s voice.
Kyrie swam blindly once he’d managed to escape the siren’s nest. He couldn’t return to his den, the others would ask questions. He couldn’t go to Melody, he’d scared her again. He had to get somewhere far from everyone until he’d learned to control himself. Then… then he could go home. If Harmony was right it was better he stopped seeing Melody. He was just keeping her from finding her real destined.
A prick on his tail fin made him shudder. He stopped and pulled his tail forward, shocked to find small pale hands with white claws holding on. He held back a whimper as he stopped moving his tail. The mer tightened their hold as they were thrown up. Kyrie’s eyes widened when pale skin and a long white tail floated above his fin.
“Caprice?” he whispered. The human eyed mer stared at him before releasing his hold and pointing to the surface. Kyrie grimaced, but listened. He grabbed Caprice in one hand gently before bringing them both above the deep waters. The glare from the smaller man had his heart racing. Melody probably never wanted to see him again.
“Finally found you!” Caprice shouted. Kyrie wilted under his gaze. “I’ve spent all day looking for you.”
Kyrie just whimpered which received a burning glare.
“I went all over to find you. I even went to Harmony and she said you’d just left.” Caprice let out a sigh, Kyrie was tempted to run. The smaller mer’s face softened before he continued. “Melody started crying the second you left this morning! She’s convinced you hate her. You have to go talk to her. She's been sitting on the beach waiting.”
“...I…,” he tried. He didn’t know what to say. That he’d put her through so much only for her not to belong with him. That he wasn’t destined to be with her after all. He let his head sink into the water. Caprice swam closer and planted his hands on Kyrie’s nose.
“Did she scare you?” Kyrie jumped, the look was different than he expected. It was hard to make out so close, but… concern was all he could see. He offered a negative chirp. “Then go talk to her.”
Kyrie nodded, slipping under the surface again. He hesitated when he caught the scent of blood. He took a closer look at the human turned mer. The white tail was covered in small scratches with hints of red. The pale skin of his human half was peppered with marks of blood. One set of marks he could see was clearly the bite of a large fish or mer.
“You’re hurt,” he whispered. He felt a tug in the back of his mind. He pushed it away, focusing on the man in front of him. Caprice shrugged. A clear attempt to brush off his injuries. Kyrie cupped his hands around the smaller mer.
“There are bigger fish than I learned about out here. I’m fine,” Caprice said. His voice was garbled in the water. Kyrie let out a small chirp of worry. Caprice started to fidget in his cupped hands.
“...Can I fix it?” Caprice stiffened, but gave a slow nod.
“Might as well…”
Kyrie swallowed before opening his mouth wide. He grabbed Caprice in one hand, guiding his tail into his mouth. Caprice curled up until Kyrie was able to trap him behind his teeth. A warm feeling spread in Kyrie’s chest as he started to swim towards Melody. The rumbling sound he made around her sometimes started up from his core.
Caprice said something, but the noise from his chest blocked the other out. Kyrie just focused on a stable swim as he coated the other’s wounds. He half expected another taste along with the blood, one he hated. He tried to shake off the feeling by focusing on the human half once the tail was done. By the time he was near his den the wounds the partial human suffered were well taken care of.
Once he opened his mouth Caprice swam out and faced him. That pull in his mind died out once he saw all the marks of red gone from the pale skin and white tail. Kyrie chirped happily as he reached towards the smaller man. Caprice dodged his hand and swam towards. Kyrie started to follow, but the partial human pointed in the direction of Melody. With a single nod Kyrie left.
He swam high, near the surface, as he traveled. It was past noon, the smaller mers were hidden near the sands. A part of him wanted to swim low and run his hand through the sand. It felt familiar too. He closed his eyes, the night before flashing in his mind. Lights all around while he swam near the sands until finally he reached the beach he knew well. He opened his eyes just before he hit his head on the land he had to climb up.
Kyrie stared up towards the surface. Caprice said she was hurt, but maybe she was just scared. He pushed the thoughts away. At the very least he had to tell her that… that he might have been wrong. That he loved her, but someone better for her was probably out there. That she might have a human she belongs with…
With a heavy heart he pushed himself to the surface. As soon as he met the air he found his siren. She was hugging one of her knees to her chest with her head buried in her arms. His shadow covered her quickly. He didn’t know what to say. How to apologize for scaring her. How to explain what Harmony said about his instincts and her voice. How to tell her… to tell her he might have been wrong.
“Go away,” she said. He jumped, barely holding in a whimper. She did hate him. Caprice was wrong; she was crying because of her fear. “I don’t need one of you to tell me he hates me. Just go away, either he tells me himself or I’m not moving.”
He moved closer, trying to see something to tell what she meant.
“Of course he hates me now. I did something to make him show up here in the middle of the night. He should hate me and never want to-” He chirped in worry, bringing his hands around her before she could finish. Her head snapped up so fast he thought it could hurt her. The brown eyes he loved were glassy, slowly filling with life as they stared at each other.
“You didn’t call me,” he whispered. She climbed to her feet and buried her small fingers in his skin. Sometimes he wondered if she’d hurt him doing that if she had claws. He wouldn’t care if she did. “I have instincts… make me want to protect. This time it was you… I just had to protect you.”
“I… I didn’t call you? I didn’t do some weird siren thing again?” She sounded excited. He let out a small whimper before nodding. Now she could be scared. Instead she tried to wrap her arms around his finger. He chirped curiously. “I thought I made your eyes look like that again. Protective instincts I can work with.”
“You’re not mad?” He didn’t remember much of how he acted. Most times he didn’t, but this time it involved Melody. He must have done something cruel again. She pressed her face into his finger and shook her head no. He chirped a few times trying to understand. “Wasn’t it like the beach?”
“Sort of…” He whined, but she tightened her hold on his finger. Kyrie leaned down and pressed his nose into her side. He didn’t expect how quickly she moved to hug his nose instead. He loved her, he didn’t want to lose her. “Your eyes were empty again. You tried to grab me, maybe Cap too. This time you listened. I told you to stop and you talked to me. If you’re like that I can handle you showing up when I have nightmares.”
“Nightmares?” He nuzzled his nose into her. That was a word she told him once, but he couldn’t remember what it meant.
“It was a bad dream… I wasn’t me again, someone else was controlling me. I was singing, Cap said I woke up screaming. Then you showed up and your eyes looked so empty I thought… I thought I…”
Kyrie pushed Melody with his nose knocking her off her feet. She grunted, but he moved to flatten her against the ground. His cheek covered her, but he made sure to keep her face clear. He chirped a few calming sounds to make the tears he knew were starting disappear. He would keep her from the nightmares too.
“Melody is Melody and safe. I’ll keep you safe,” he mumbled. She laughed, making his cheeks grow warm. “I’ll keep nightmares away.”
“I think you will,” she whispered. “I felt safer after you showed up, although I felt guilty too.”
She pulled her hands free, using her small fingers to draw on his skin. It made him shudder. He loved his tiny mate… He had to tell her they weren’t destined, that she might belong with someone her size. Someone who doesn’t scare her. He let a bit of time pass before picking himself up. He folded his arms in front of himself then hid his mouth behind them. He stared down at Melody, dreading her reaction.
“What… what if I was wrong?” he asked. She tilted her head. It was hard to admit it. “About being destined. What if… we aren’t?”
“Destined?” she said. He chirped to confirm, but she kept a confused look for a little bit of time. Her eyes widened and her small lips formed an ‘O’ before she spoke. “Oh right, the merfolk form of soul mates… I mean does it matter if we aren’t? Honestly I’ve always believed in love at first sight, but I think you choose your soul mate, or I guess destined. Maybe no cosmic being says we’re good for each other, but what do you think?”
“...I love you and want to be with you and near you.” The smile on her face made the rumbling sound in his chest start up. He kept forgetting to ask Byss about that. It didn’t matter. Melody smiled wider every time it started.
“I love you too… and I want that too. Isn’t that enough?” He nodded. Melody walked over and slid down to sit next to his arm. “By the way, the cops finally finished with that guy you saved us from. Apparently he kept a copy of the song I recorded before everything… Do you want to hear it?”
Kyrie gave an affirmative chirp. The way Melody dropped things always made him feel better. He knew she would still think about it and they’d talk about it, but for now he could just smile with her near him. He’d accept if she found her real destined someday. If it made him lose himself he’d get Harmony to stop him. However she had to.
Melody played for a bit on her tiny box that she called a phone. After a bit the speakers Caprice set up for times like this started to make music. It was more like what Melody played when she was working and all he could do was watch. He jumped when he heard her voice. It sounded different. It caused a foreign, but warm feeling to bloom in his heart.
“Apparently any version of my singing had to be wiped. The closer to when I turned twenty the stronger the songs were…” she said, her voice was shockingly quiet. “I used to hate what happened, but I don’t anymore… I like that I can sing just for someone so important to me.” She ran a hand over his skin. “That I met you, Byssal, and Pel. Besides… I think we are soul mates, destined, whatever you want to call it.”
Melody stood up and walked away to face him. That warm feeling in his heart turned into a fire. He couldn’t stop himself from chirping, the calls he knew should call his mate. She stared at him and he could feel how much she loved him. This wasn’t like the other times she would sing around him. It was softer, warmer, kinder, and amazing. The other times it was all consuming and demanding, this time it just made his love stronger and made her shine.
“I think you’re right,” he whispered. He lifted his head up intending to kiss her. He loved feeling her body against his lips. His own smile was wide as he brought his lips near her.
“Wait, Kyrie, show me your teeth,” she said. He whined, but did as she asked. He could feel her tiny hands on his lips as she walked towards his left side. A shiver ran through him when she touched the gums near his teeth. “Hold still.”
Kyrie whined, but did as she instructed. Rather he tried to. The second she climbed onto his lips he shivered again. Melody grumbled, the song from the speakers petered into silence. It took her a few tries, but eventually her touch disappeared. Kyrie pulled back before she said to, hoping to know what happened.
Melody was holding a scale bigger than her head. The color was a vibrant shade of violet. His head filled with pain as part of his actions came back. A smaller mer that he grabbed and stuffed in his mouth. Healed, but terrified. He leaned forward to get the scent. An explanation or apology had to happen. The scent struck his heart with fear.
Without a thought he tried to hide himself in the sand. He didn’t want to see that color, smell that mer. He couldn’t see them again. Never again. Melody’s hands on his arms kept him from running and hiding completely.
“Kyrie, what's wrong? Did I hurt you?” she cried. He shook his head. He couldn’t speak, all that would come out were whimpers. He felt her small body pressed against his arm. He cupped a hand around her, hiding her from anyone who could arrive. He didn’t want those mers near her. They might hurt her… they might think she was dangerous too. “Whatever it is, I’m here for you. I don’t know if I can help, but I’ll try.”
After a few more whimpers he whined out, “That scale is from a mer in my first pod.” Melody tensed against him before burying her face in his skin. Kyrie pressed his fingers against her back, adding as much pressure as he could. She was safe and they couldn’t leave him to die again. He’d make sure it stayed that way.
Thank you for tagging me @gingernutbiscuit! I love what you did for Nils ❤️
I'm going to go wit Caprice since she's been here for a bit + I a little cartoony sketch to go with it :D
CAPRICE
Seasoning - safran & spicy pepper
Weather - very windy coastal weather during sunset
Colour - orange/yellow or gold
Sky - starry night sky during the new moon
Magic Power - telekinesis - moving objects with one's will
House Plant - a monstera
Weapon - a steel short sword and a shield
Subject - science. She'd be the one student who asks lots of questions to the point the professor gets a bit annoyed and tells her to wait after class
Social Media - Instagram and Twitter - following new scientific findings and fashion/designer accounts. Plus a blog where she'd write a journal of any research she's conducting and argue with people in the comments
Make-up Product - scented oils and eyeliner
Candy - strawberry lollipop, salted caramel
Fear - fearless
Ice Cube Shape - full cube
Method of long-distance travel - some kind of a mechanical vehicle
Art Style - technical drawings, blueprints
Celestial Body - Mars
Mythological Creature - a mermaid with dark scales with a golden shine
Piece of Stationary - a sharp mechanical pencil
Tagging anyone willing to try! :)
More Caprice stuff in the #OC:Caprice tag ✨
82). "You know I trust you, right?" With Melody and Kyrie (Knight AU) ? l love them :D
Anon thank you so much! I continued from the cave in for them it seemed like a fun choice! Thank you so much for sending it in!!
Truth of Trust
Kyrie held back a groan as he woke up. Another nightmare of how that cave in could have gone wrong. He hoped they’d stop if he could check on Melody, but that was still a while away. Byss and Pel had to get a lot of materials to repair the crack in his armor. That mixed with Melody’s injuries being a lot worse than they seemed meant no news. He pulled himself to a sitting position.
He knew he was lucky giants didn’t have to eat or drink often. It would be a lot harder to deal with times like this. He bent forward, stretching his arms towards his feet. He froze up when he found a small form standing in the clearing of his home. If he’d just grown he might have thought it was Melody, but it was clear Caprice was the small person standing there staring at him. The small man had his jaw set with his arms crossed. Kyrie felt like he’d been caught doing something wrong.
“Caprice?” he mumbled. The brunette nodded his head and stepped closer. Kyrie would prefer not to move, but he couldn’t hold this position very long. He sat back up, staying as hunched over as he could.
“You don’t seem injured, that's good,” the small mage said. Kyrie nodded. “I… Melody’s doing better. She can walk around, just shouldn’t do too much. The medicine we have is making her a bit out of it though.”
“I’m glad she’s doing alright…” Kyrie tried to keep his smile small. Caprice had always intimidated him. It took him longer than Melody to bother calling Kyrie anything other than sir knight. As far as he was concerned any progress in being trusted by the mage was ruined by his secret.
“I… I need someone to watch her. I have to take care of something and we can’t rely on Nutmeg’s size staying stable enough to keep her home.”
“Pel and Byss aren’t anywhere nearby. I could try and find th-”
“I came to you, not them.” Kyrie winced at the harsh tone. “She wants to see you and she said she’ll get here on her own once I leave. I… I need you to keep her safe while I’m gone.”
“I can’t leave here. Pel’s not around to spread the enchantments or the illusion either.”
“I’ll bring her to you. So will you keep an eye on her?”
Kyrie hesitated, but eventually nodded. Caprice seemed to soften just before digging his hands into his bag. The mage pulled out two bottles, but it wasn’t possible for Kyrie to tell the contents. He dumped some of one on the ground then dumped the other on himself. Kyrie widened his eyes when the small man disappeared. It was the first time he’d seen a transport potion actually used. The bottle Caprice emptied on the ground must have been to bring the twins back to him. He kept his eyes on the empty spot as he climbed to his feet, wary of being too close when they returned. A flash of light occurred in the spot just as he started to take a step back.
Kyrie hesitated when he saw Caprice supporting Melody. It felt easier to just stay still and wait, but he couldn’t. The longer he stood the more likely the illusion keeping him hidden would break. He moved quickly, first to his knees then lying on his stomach. He folded one arm under his head using the other to circle around the two humans.
Melody pulled herself from Caprice and walked towards Kyrie. She sent him a big smile that made his heart pound. He smiled down at her, relieved to see her up and moving again. Despite both the twins saying it was a boulder from the cave in, he couldn’t believe it. He would have smelled blood if it was from that. Plus he saw her hit the ground from his shove.
“I’ll be back as soon as I can. Mel don’t forget what I’m doing,” Caprice said. The mage dumped another potion on himself before either could respond. He was alone with Melody now, something amazing and terrifying.
Kyrie couldn’t think of a thing to say. Melody didn’t try to talk, she usually did. Instead she started to walk around. It seemed almost like she was dancing. He’d always thought there was a grace to her movements, but she’d never believe him. Grace may not be the best word, it might be care. Either way it reminded him why he loved to be near her.
“Caprice panicked when he came to get me,” she said suddenly. Kyrie jumped, frowning when his movements made her stumble in her near waltz. “He thought I was overreacting about your size because I hadn’t met a giant before. He forgot about the one he and I met. Although it might have just been someone who looked like my brother with me.”
“He didn’t seem scared,” Kyrie whispered. He chose to ignore the lookalike comment. She’d know if it wasn’t him, illusions didn’t work against her. She hummed a bit before facing him with a big grin.
“He was staring at your leg for ten minutes before you sat up. Although he did move past the size quickly. He had different complaints.” She spun around before staring straight up at him. “The stupid giant acted like I wasn’t there to get his help. Talking about the others. Then he said my name all weird. Like he was going to call me Cap and changed his mind. He should know it’s fine by now.”
Kyrie couldn’t stop himself from laughing as she mocked Caprice. She didn’t even try to get his voice right, just speaking with a lower tone. He heard her laugh with him. He stopped and just listened to the laugh he enjoyed. It was so free. He knew there was a lot she hid about herself even now. The laugh was like a beacon of hope to him, a promise of survival.
“The medicine Caprice has me taking almost makes me feel like I’m walking on air,” she said. “It makes me want to use my wings.”
“You have wings?” he asked. She turned away from him. “Did you grow them after Pel left?”
“I don’t have wings.” He wanted to ask more, but the way she emphasized I kept him silent. There was something she couldn’t or wouldn’t say. Regardless he’d never push her. He brought his hand a bit closer to her, leaving plenty of room for her to return to her walking.
“Well, I can always hold you in the air.” She didn’t turn to look at him. When she finally turned her smile seemed strained. “Melody, I don’t mind if there are things you can’t tell me.”
“Thank you.” Her voice was quiet enough he almost missed it. They watched each other in silence again, Melody staying still. Eventually she offered him a real smile before beginning to walk next to his hand.
She returned to the pseudo waltz as she walked. Eventually starting to hum with it. Despite his attempts to focus on now, to just be happy she was here, alive, and healthy, tears slid down his face. She kept up her wandering without looking his way. He preferred it, she’d been almost killed because of him.
“You know I trust you, right?” she asked. It caught him off guard, the serious tone didn’t match how she’d been acting. Melody leaned her back against his hand. She wasn’t out of it at all, he could see the change. “I’d hoped acting silly might make you calm down. It wasn’t working. Honestly I feel more like when I steal some of your drink at the tavern.”
“I’m sorry,” he whispered. The tears were falling constantly now. All he wanted was to go back and stop himself from pushing her. To use another way to protect her. He could have grabbed her and held her. He could have done something different.
“Did you know my armor has some spells to see how I get injured. Cap and I change out the enchantments and prepared spells if we see something leaving me vulnerable.”
“So Caprice knew… that’s why he was scared. You both sh-”
“Nope. You did hurt me, I can’t lie about that.” He grimaced. The tears cascading down his cheeks made him feel guilty. He shouldn’t get to cry over hurting her from his own choices. It was just like his nightmares, one day he would go too far. “You pushed my stomach not my chest and caused a pretty awful bruise. Cap thinks something inside had been hurt a little, but the healing in the armor took care of it before I could feel most of it. Then I hit my head when I landed after your shove.”
“Melody you couldn’t speak. When you got home you couldn’t walk there’s no way that-”
“A. Boulder. Fell. On. Me.” He bit his tongue to keep himself from speaking again. When she spoke like that he knew better than to even risk interrupting. If he did he’d be lucky if she even spoke to him again before a week passed. “It landed squarely on my chest and crushed my ribs. If the healing hadn’t already been working because of your shove I would have been hurt a lot more.
“Plus, anything else probably would have killed me. If your armor cracked before the cave-in separated us then you would have pulled me closer. If you kept me close we would have been lucky to both survive, even if you blocked it or were careful when your armor cracked things wouldn’t be smooth. Kyrie I trust you. This isn’t the first time you saved my life and I know it won’t be the last.”
Melody stood back up and started to climb on his hand. He tilted it to make it easier, reluctant to fight her while she healed. She curled up on one of his fingers so he couldn’t curl it over her. He couldn’t believe her, but he’d seen her lie. She wasn’t this good at it. He risked pulling his hand closer to himself.
“I still hurt you,” he said.
She raised an arm up to the sky. After a second she made a grabbing motion. She did that a lot, just holding her hand out. Usually he’d grab her hand and hold it for a few seconds. Right now all he could manage was bringing his thumb close to her. That small small hand grabbed his thumb like a lifeline. It almost felt like she was relying on him to keep her there.
“And I’m alive because you did,” she said. “Kyrie, I can’t make you believe me, but I know you wouldn’t hurt me on purpose. I’m going to keep trusting you. Plus Cap and I can work with Pel for better protection in my armor from your strength. That way if it ever happens again you won’t even bruise me.”
“I don’t think you should trust me,” he whispered. It was the first time he tried to voice his thoughts. “I’ve had so many nightmares where I hurt you. I just… if it ever happens, really happens, I don’t know what I’d do.”
“You’d do everything to find a way to help me after, and I’d tell you how to do it. When Cap gets back I’ll have him show you the history spell we put in the armor. It can prove you weren’t the reason I got hurt so badly.”
“How can you act like this so easily?”
“Because it’s you.”
He let the words hang in the air, slowly moving his thumb to be able to see her better. He didn’t have an argument, he didn’t have ways to make her hate him. He couldn’t use them if he did, he could never hurt her on purpose. It didn’t feel like she was seeing him anymore. More like she was staring past him. He worried when she grabbed her right arm, bringing her closer to his face.
“Did you know, a lot of people hate me for being part fae. They think I’m a changeling or something else entirely. They don’t know the truth, just stories. You’re one of the first not to hate what I am,” she said. Her voice sounded weak. He decided to move her. Gently, he tipped his finger so she slid down into his palm.
“I can’t see a reason to hate you. Nothing about you changes by being fae,” he said. She rolled onto her side facing away from him.
“Someday, I’ll tell you about my wings. About the giant I met with someone who looked like Caprice, why I left my home, where Cap went today. I don’t know when, but I will.”
“You don’t have to.”
“I want to. I can’t right now, but someday I will. Just like someday you’ll believe me when I say I trust you. When I say I feel safe when you’re holding me.”
“I don’t trust myself.”
“Do you trust me?”
“I love you as much as I trust you.”
“Then trust that I trust you. I don’t have a death wish. I wouldn’t stick around if I thought you’d kill me.”
“I’ll try.”
“Kyrie… I love you.”
His face went bright red. Melody hadn’t said it quite so plainly before. Any hopes of responding died as the small weight in his palm grew heavy. Her breathing evened out. He watched, squinting his eyes a little, to see her chest moving. He couldn’t understand how she would trust him, but he did trust her. He’d try to push his doubts away and have faith in her instincts like usual. Trust that she saw something he missed in the monster she faced.
I dont know if you've done this already but have you drawn or made picrews/other programs with some of ur ocs? I've seen you describe them abit but I'm a bit curious to see how you actually imagine them to be
I haven't done a big post so I will use this ask to do one! I actually have descriptions for each character in a spreadsheet I've made to track all the info I have, I've made picrews, and I have two commissions done so far. This one for the mafia AU god squad and this one for when Corus and Mira met
Comm I got for streya <3
Comm of Delphia, Ash, and Alessia in Vampire AU
fanart of mira and corus
Below the read more is a description I have an at least one picrew I've made of each of my ocs! I made a lot of these a long time ago so I sadly don't have the links but I can def try to find ones if people want them!
Mira: pale skin with lavender hair and pink eyes. She has a natural red tint to her cheeks with a pink color for her lips. Her body is lean and muscular, reflecting the years of training she's had. In her streamer universe she has a lean form with slight muscle from casual workouts. When you first see her you wouldn't assume she's as tactful and agile as she is.
Kaya: black hair, brown eyes and brown skin. They have some freckles by their nose and mole under their left eye. While they usually share in some of Mira's training they retain a thin frame and appear petite at first glance. They look innocent at first, as if they have no understanding of darker sides to the world. In reality they have stared it in the face and continued with a smile
This heart one is an adorable comm from @graff-aganda gotten by @alarcomet
Ian: fair skin with blond hair and brown eyes. His face is covered in a dusting of freckles. He's a little shorter than average at first in his original universe. He has a lanky frame that some may even call scrawny at times. He looks younger than he is, giving an impression of early teens rather than close to an adult.
Delphia: pale white skin with emerald eyes that stand out against it. Her hair is a dark black, almost ebony. She's above average height in most universes with a thin frame. Generally she's pale to a concerning degree. Almost like you'd think she's dead if she held her breath. She appears innocent and naive by choice, if she changes to seem world weary it's best to listen
Where it exists people might think she's a bit like snow white
Vincent: striking silver hair, usually tied back. He has one eye green like emeralds, the other purple like violets. Overall his features are striking, but the scars over his eyes stand out against his sepia brown skin. He's intimidating, usually holding a look of disdain or pointed disinterest. If he cares for you he will kill for you
Melody: around average height with pale skin and heavyset. She has long brown hair frequently put up in ponytails or braids. Glasses that hide the bags under her eyes and a bright red tint on her cheeks. She also has a single dimple mirrored by Caprice. She looks young and innocent as if the things she suffered never happened. Most often she wears jeans and dark colored t-shirts with a black hoodie
Caprice: fair pale skin with freckles, short brown hair, and brown eyes. He usually has an athletic build and a bit short for men. He doesn't need glasses and has a healthy look. He has a single dimple mirrored by Melody. He appears goofy and ignorant, a mask he wears that can fall away to someone who sees more than anyone would like.
Lilith: dark brown skin, red eyes, and naturally black hair. She likes to dye it purple. Overall she is adorable. There is always a possessiveness in her face if she likes you.
Corus: black hair long enough he can tie it in a small ponytail. He has blue eyes and tanned white skin. At first glance he looks tall with an average build at best, but he has a lot of muscle that you can't see. His way of dress hides the fact he's well built. It's a byproduct of ways he's tried to handle his anger issues through out the years. He looks like someone easy to take advantage of at first, but then his anger comes through and he's terrifying regardless of size.
Zeke: golden brown skin, green eyes, and red/orange hair. He looks welcoming and intelligent. Overall his build is a bit average but his arms reflect the manual labor his life usually requires. He's observant and quick to act. When it's viable he has glasses that help him see far away. Luckily he has no issues up close.
Mikhail: He has rich black skin, green eyes and long black hair. He has a lean frame that some would assume is from being consumed in his studies. Most of the time he needs glasses more specifically for reading. His size changing in his original universe does change his frame slightly. The bigger he grows the more imposing his build becomes and the opposite for smaller. He'd be bird like at Ian's size
Alessia: rosy white skin and a warm look to her face. She's chubby which hides the strength she's capable of. Her hair, which flows to the middle of her back, is the same color as the night sky and she has brown eyes that radiate kindness. Generally around average human height. Soft is a good way to describe her. As a goddess she is usually dressed in a golden suit of armor that still leaves her legs, arms, hands, and head free.
Rhys: sharp edges to his face, the tawny brown skin accented with salmon hair. His eyes change colors depending on mood, but he is most commonly seen with them at bright pink. He isn't too tall and has a stout form. When he's calm his features have him looking reliable. As a god he dresses for the times, frequently in the most common clothing styles of the era until more modern times.
Ash: appears intimidating. A sharp face with one green and one blue eye. Their brown hair is short almost shave. They have umber brown skin and, as a god, tend to wear something that looks like leather armor. It's more like a misviewed tunic. They are frequently considered to look like a warrior or soldier and mistaken for the god of war.
Vitus: ashen white skin and even whiter hair. His hair is a bit below his shoulders and usually tied back with enough left free to frame his face. He has striking emerald eyes and a stern gaze. He has an average build and appears normally to be around mid thirties to early forties in age. He's taller than most others. As a god he tends to wear a button up shirt and simple plain pants regardless of the era. As a human he has reading glasses.
Dabria: fair white skin that looks like she's spent a lot of time under the sun. She has ebony hair which seems to flow endlessly behind her and piercingly red eyes. Her round face almost always carries a small smile and radiates warmth. She has a chubby form and is happy to offer comfort to any who need it. As a goddess she tends to wear a simple black dress, as a human she wears darker colors and jeans unless it's more formal
Felix: a stocky build. He has golden eyes and short black hair that slightly frames his face. His skin is a warm beige. He looks judgemental and cold at first glance. His features give a calculating feeling. As a god he dresses ostentatiously, styles that mimic nobility or expensive styles of the era.
Sola: a soft tan to her white skin, something that makes her look to have spent long days out in the sun. Her hair is just a bit past her shoulders, a light blonde color with specks of blue and white. Her eyes like like the morning sky, bright yellow at the center for the sun. She dresses in bright colors and most often has her arms and legs uncovered. She appears childish like Luna. A round face, large eyes, and over all child like features. She is twins with Luna. She appears bright, outgoing, and loud, but tries to match those around her more than act freely.
Luna: pale skin that could remind you of moonlight. He has shoulder length hair that's black with specks of white like stars. As a god his eyes are almost mirrors of the night sky, but human leaves him with a deep blue. He dresses in dark colors that relate to the era. He looks childish, a round face, large eyes, and general child like features. He is twins with Sola. He appears shy and reserved, but just is soft spoken.
Ryder: the build of a soldier. He reflects his status as god of war in his stature. His eyes are silver and, as a god, his pupils are shaped like swords. He has a surprisingly kind look most of the time. His face is scared despite never being in battle, he also has some scars along his arms and torso. He has long black hair that reaches down his back and he tends to leave as is. He tries to appear ready to fight in any universe he's in despite his lack of actual experience and general reasons to fight.
Kyrie: warm beige skin and a chubby build. His hair and fins are black at first. Both will change later to mimic colors of the deep sea to aid in hiding from humans. His eyes are the same color as the deep sea giving him the best sight of the merfolk under water. His hair is long and reachs almost to his tail. He opts not to do anything to it much like Pelago. He can look intimidating when he smiles, large fangs poking out. He is technically not full grown until some time after he meets Melody and grows significantly from the size he'd been until then.
Pelago: slender with dark brown skin. She has scars over her face from years of abuse due to the colors of her scales. She has blond hair the is half the length of her body. Her scales are a bright white and define her as an oceanid. Her eyes match the colors of her scales and fins as white as well. She still holds a kind smile despite the way she's been treated in the past. Pelago looks the most human when she smiles, her smaller size leaving her no need for large fangs.
Byssal: fair white skin and a stout build. He has used his size to keep Pelago safe and appears intimidating. His hair is green and usually braided. When loose his hair is almost longer than Pelago He has green scales, fins, and eyes. He has some scales along his skin unlike Pelago. Byssal frequently wears a scowl and bares his fangs at anyone who isn't Kyrie or Pelago (later that grows to Melody and Caprice)
Streya: skin the same color of space, she'd disappear into the darkness without the stars. She wears a gown that looks like endless stars. Her eyes are a solid dull purple when she's not matching a planet, they change to match the planet she's mimicking. Her hair is long reaching down into the endless space like her gown. It's a base shade of black with glowing blue on the top and the tips. On the right side of her head her hair is a lighter blue. There's a hint of purple all throughout it. She has a plump form. She has a round face that almost always has a look of awe or curiosity
Meg: skin is pale and she wears simple earrings. Her hair is a light brown that falls just below her shoulders. She has brown eyes. She has a dusting of freckles on her face, she wears simple glasses. She has a thin frame with a round face. She dresses casually, a warm jacket with simple things. A necklace with a star on it and tends to have jackets with patches or pins for lgbt
