{ CORALIE KESERA }
NICKNAMES ; Cora
SPECIES ; Mermaid
TAIL COLOR ; TBD by Player
AGE ; 106 years old, appears 21
LOYALTY ; Carenthia
OCCUPATION ; Nature Center Volunteer
FACECLAIM ; Astrid Berges-Frisbey
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Coralie was once a young mermaid used to a life of privilege. She was a cousin to the princess and loved to spend time with her family, enjoying the warm waters and high life. It nurtured in her a playfulness and curiosity about the world. Anything she wanted to learn she would study, be it on land or under the waves. She spent her days happy and spoiled. Until Thera came along and ruined it all. In the blink of an eye it seemed, everything was taken from her. The Carenethians were forced out of their homes and onto land, much to Cora’s chagrin. She loved the water and her beautiful home. But on land at least there were new things to be learned.
Lately Coralie has taken to studying the world above water. Everything is fascinating to her, from the bugs to the plants to the people that populate the sleepy little island that has become home. She can sometimes be found sitting quietly on her own watching a family or birds or the children playing in the park. She takes in the patterns of behavior and the nuances of the species studiously. Other times she will wander to the shore and linger for hours, longing to dive back into the water that once kept her safe and happy… late at night when no one is watching, sometimes she will.
It was during one of her late night finned forays that she first saw the ship. Or more importantly the young fisherman aboard it. There was something that drew her to the young man with his rough hands and strong shoulders. She was fairly certain she’d never noticed him around the island before, but now she wanted to know him and so it became something of a ritual. Slipping into the water late at night, watching the ship from a distance, admiring the way he moved and how his laugh carried across the water. Cora decided that she was fairly certain she was in love. On land she would bump into him now and then, strike up a conversation to learn about him. His name was Holden and he was a fisherman. It saddened her to know that he was taking the dear little fish from the sea but still she wanted to know him more. Every night she is growing a little bolder, swimming a little closer to his ship. Once or twice she’s certain he’s seen her out in the water and sooner or later, if she isn’t more careful, she’s going to get caught. And what will he think of her then, with her fins and all?