Thalassa
« C'est ma cachette secrète » murmura-t-elle doucement, laissant un souffle soulagé s'échapper d'elle quand la lame fut retirée de sa place. Elle regarda lentement par-dessus son épaule, jusqu'à ce que Splatter s'endormât. « Ne le réveillez pas », supplie-t-elle doucement, en retournant ses beaux yeux au regard aigu du Prince. Elle ne savait pas qui il était. Mais par son regard, elle savait qu'il était important. Quelqu'un à respecter. Quelqu'un à écouter. Il exigerait probablement de partir. Elle, n'ayant jamais désobéi à un ordre dans sa vie, écouterait. Seulement, il devrait retenir son souffle pendant un certain temps. Elle n'avait pas la capacité de créer une bulle d'air comme un Humacampus le pouvait. Sa queue s'est enroulée près d'elle, se sentant sèche et coriace d'avoir été hors de l'eau si longtemps. Sa peau se sentait aussi bizarre, craquelante et vieille presque. Elle voulait plonger dans l'eau. Pour satisfaire la sécheresse démangeante qui la consume. Il était clair qu'être si sec l'embêtait. Même aux yeux d'un homme simple.
Thalassa, Vasilikos
Lass
16
Female
Straight
MerMaid
Sometimes it is hard to guess that Thalassa is actually a princess. Her reserved and naive personality makes that so. She is rather quiet. Seeming to shrink back whenever she is put on the spotlight. She does not handle attention very well. So being the princess causes her great anxiety. In which can result in break downs. Her break downs are not made up of screaming and kicking, like most people would picture. But instead, she freezes. Consumed by her thoughts and dreading worries. Some would say she's being over dramatic. But she knew since she was a little girl, that the responsibility of being the next queen would weigh down on her shoulders. And drag her down. Lass wises only for peace. She believes that all creatures and people could live peacefully together. If they could put their differences aside. She hates the aspect of war. It scares her. If she sees a creature, or anyone, in danger or hurt. She has to help them, it is simply who she is.
 is rather small for a Mermaid. A slim and frail creature, with an elegant build. She is slim, and her ribs poke out a bit from beneath her skin. Along with other bones. Although she is rather skinny, she has an odd sense of beauty to her, like most mermaids. Her chest is covered in scales of sea green. Keeping them modestly hidden from prying eyes. Her hair is long, curling against the salty waves as she swims. The ends of her hair are a bright yellow, while the rest is a sky blue. Her tail stands out against the calm colors of her upper body. It is covered in bright pink scales. Streaked with black stripes. Her fin is a dark more magenta pink. Her fin is also not shaped like most other mermaid tails. Instead of the naturally curtain like fin, of say a fish, she has the thick scaled fin shaped like a dolphins tail. Most would think her colors to replicate that of a tropical fish. Which is quite true. Although her fair, pale skin, suggests otherwise. The scales of her tail smoothly blend into her skin. At the tires, slowly blending from fish scales, to smooth human skin. Her eyes are a soft pink, her eye lashes naturally long and dark. Her face is smooth and heart-shaped in nature. 
She has a flute that has been passed down the generations of her mothers families for thousands of years. The origins of it's magic is certainly unknown. It is a flute whittled from
A long golden sea-shellfish figure. The legend that has travelled with it through her family is that the flute was a gift from single horns horses on the land. Who needed rain to provide their food, in exchange for rain, they gave her mothers ancestors a flute. Said to be carved out of a unicorns horn. The sound
It makes is higher pitched in key. But beautiful and soothing. By playing this flute, schools of small fish come to her assistance. Depending on what songs she plays, is what they do and how they react. Lass is a talented musician. But few know this fact, due to her shyness and fear of any sort of spotlight. 

Klisi, Floga
Krill
23
male
Straight
Naga
Krill's personality and essence can be put simply into three words. Trouble maker, and playful. He can seem like an over sized child at times. He tends to poke at peoples buttons. And it's not like he doesn't intend to. He wants to. Teasing people is his number one sport, next to tricks. Some may describe his tricks as immature, and annoying. While others find his actions rather amusing. Which is possibly the only reason that anyone Bother to have him around at all. His train of thought is often disrupted, and he can hardly stay focused on anything. One moment he's talking to you, the next he's chasing a fish. Although his appearance says otherwise, truly he's a bubbly, sarcastic, exciting male. Krill is goofy enough that he does not care one bit if he makes a fool of himself.
Krill's body is shaped long and thin. Unlike most muscular males, he is rather bony, with a flop like quality. His muscles can be seen through Olive skin, but are rather small compared to most other Mer-men of the same age. His skin, like his twin, is a Olive-grey color. A tan slightly hinted green, making it easier for him to blend into Seagrass. His hair is pure white. Streaked with a Olive green paler than that of his skin. While dry, his hair is long enough that it reaches the tip of his slightly pointed ears. His hair is usually wet, living underwater most of the time, it flows above his head. Krill's eyes are a sea-green. With a bright, electric quality to them. His eyes are almond shaped, just like the majority of his face. His face is long and thin, but with a goofy and kind quality to his brightly toned cheeks. His tail is scattered with green scales, splattered with many different shades and varieties of green. The underbelly of his tail his a soft gold, a color that trails up through his skin, covering his chest. A layer if spines goes from the back of his neck, to the tip Of his tail. The folded between each spine are golden like the underbelly. These spines trail along the back of his arms, to the tips of his fingers. His fingers are scale covered around the pads. With webbing between his fingers.
Nothing about him is very unknown. His twin brother, (name), is very close to him. And together they cause quite a bit of trouble for everyone and everyone 

Mairanna
Mare
17 years old
female
Straight
Humacampus
Mare is a strictly serious type of person. She hardly ever smiles, and has literally no sense of humor. Although she is kind, and thoughful of others. Doing anything that is against her standard is strickly forbidden. She believes in equality, that no one race is better than the next. Along with that everything one earth has emotion, from the long blades of sea grass in the ocean, to even the sky and sea. She has little tolerance for anyone who dare talks back to her, or be rude about anyone. She is not afraid to smack someone upside the head to knock some sense in them. She is easily annoyed, but does not explode. Simply curses under her breath. Although her curses are a bit strange, and mostly in another language. 
Mare is a sea dragon, Humacampus. Her tail is long and curled, like that of anyother seahorse creature. It a pure white tail. With splatters and speckls of gold and purple. Her skin is pure white, just like that of her tail. Her tail smoothly blended into her torso. the pads and fingertips of her hands are dark purple, while her stomach and chest are brightly colored gold that trails around her tail. Around her back, and arms, there are natural drape like skin. They don't look like skin, more like white seaweed attached elegantly to her. Flowing around her like a dress. Her body is slick and slim. And she has beautiful curves and her chest is covered by a seaweed dress she makes. Her hair is purple, dark and enticing. While her eyes are golden.
She has grown up all by herself. And everything she has ever received, was something that she has earned. Never has she been given anything. She has to work hard for anything and everything. Mkaing her quite a resilent creature. At the edge of town, she has build a small little building, that she carved into the rocks. It doubles as her house and hospital. She has a small hospital, where she uses her healing ablities to help other. She is unnaturally gifted with healing. But her powers are multiplied with a staff she has. It is a magic staff, made of wood, that at the top curls around a gem. with tons at the bottom to keep it from floating away if you were to let it go. No one knows for certain how she recieved this staff. Although the true is she had a sea witch make it for her in exchange for something. She traded the staff for her heart. And if her staff were to be destoried, so would cease to live.

Ramis Yorksure
No nickname currently
10 years
male
Straight
Stable Boy
Remis is a gentle boy. With the personality like that of a stallion. He is calm, and kind. But not afraid to speak his mind. When it is called for. Despite his young age, he is surprisingly wise. Not many would guess that he is actually ten. He has the wisdom of a war veteran, who has seen the horrors of battle. Yet, he has never left the city his entire life. He has no temper at all, and always talks in a calm and collected way. 
 Remis is a rather solid individual. With a large build, but a gentle way of movement. His shape is square, and thick. He is a bit on the chubby side, simply because he is still young. And still has the childish roundness of someone who has not yet hit puberty. He hopes that he will grow to be like his big brother. Who had been chubby as a child, but become a solid bulk when he turned 13. His face is square shaped, but still rounded. His hair is cropped short, and black. His skin tan and normally dirty due to his line of work. His eyes are a bright blue, with flecks of gold in their depths. He wears a leather hat, with goggles attached to them, that he puts on when working so nothing gets into his eyes. His clothes are simple and worn. A white long sleeves shirt and worn leather vest he had been given from his father. He wears tan pants, and heavy brown boots. 
Remis was born into a mid-classed family. His father was a royal knight, who helped protect the royal family. His mother died when he was born from a diease. He grew up hearing stories from his big brother and father about his mothers song, and about her blue eyes, that he had been given. When he was 5, his father was killed in a squirmish with some bandits. Leaving the two boys to live by themselves. His older brother, Thomas, takes good care of him. And had fallen into his father's footsteps. Being a Knight. Remis has always had a great love for horses. So when Thomas told him about a position open at the stables, he jumped to the occasion. He is now a stableboy, and helps take care and work all of the royal horses at the stables. One of the wealhty families were so pleased with his services, they gave him a horse. Really, the horse has a problem with it's leg, so thats why he has it. but he is overly thankful. The colt is only 6 months old, and was born with a foot that was not formed properly. So it is slightly twisited. The colt is a bay, with a light brown coat, and beautiful black mane. Remis takes good care of his horse, and has named him Crusher.