Lena

Lena clignait de surprise, regardant vers nous pour voir un Naga. Il était nettement différent de n'importe quel Naga qu'elle n'avait jamais vu. Elle pensait faire semblant de ne pas l'avoir vu et de nager pour éviter la conversation, mais elle savait que ce serait très grossier. "Bonjour," dit-elle tranquillement, un léger blush apparaissant sur ses joues. Lena s'est forcée de le regarder au lieu du sol, ce qui, bien sûr, l'a fait rougir. Les étrangers l'ont rendue la plus nerveuse, donc elle a été choquée qu'elle soit allée si loin. Au moins, elle n'avait pas essayé de se cacher. Cela lui avait traversé l'esprit, mais elle savait que cela ne ferait qu'embarrasser son père.
Liandrich, Varron I
the Fighter
17
Male
Straight
Human 

Warloving, impatient and the worst ladies man you can ever imagine. Liandrich never got much attention from his father, the King. After a while he thought that it was because he was not worthy of his attention. Thus Liandrich began to train. And train. And train He got increasingly less patient. He's not very polite, and that much was clearly shown during the latest ball. Where Liandrich was supposed to see who he would want as a fiancé. Saying he was blunt and rude is an understatement. Several girls actually left the dance floor crying. His mother often glared at him for that.
But deep down, he's just uncertain. From the day he was born he had known 2 facts: he will one day lead the kingdom and his father never had time for him. He feels insecure and fears he will not live up to his father, who got the title: 'the Great'. So he's learning and reading and fighting. And while he loves fighting, he would die for his books. But no King that locked himself into his room reading books ever gained honor.

He’s 6”0’ tall (1.82 meters). So he’s pretty tall for his age. He’s also quite muscular. Having fought and trained gave him a slender and agile look. Though the fighting does take a toll. He has a scar just below his chest. A long one. His face though is surprisingly without scars. He prefers to keep his brown, messy hair as short as possible without upsetting his mother. His eyes are a little deeper than usual, casting a shadow around them. His iris is a blackish brown. So dark that most can’t see when the iris stops and the pupil begins. 

When Liandrich was born, all the bells in the capital rung. The celebration lasted for quite some time and everyone was happy. But be it fate or misfortune: soon after his birth the Mer-People were spotted again. Some blamed him. And thus his youth began. Almost without a father, for that man never gave him attention. Thus planting the first seeds of what would become David's character. No matter what his mother did, he would never look like her. At the age of 9 he already fought with the boys of half the castle. Everytime a great lord comes with his child, David would fight him. Not because he likes fighting (he does but that wasn't the point) but to establish his dominance. At first he lost. Quite a lot. But he kept pushing himself and at the age of 12 he had fought and jousted with most of the sons of the great lords and even against opponents 5 year older than him. He won most rounds. The daughters of the great lords he didn't even glance at. Literally!
At the ball his behaviour came out. He arrived late and still in his leather armor. This armor is normally worn under the metal plates and chainmail. So the message it was sending was clear: he was just back from training. He stank of sweat and dirt. Never the less the girls wanted to dance with him. He refused them. Until his mother forced him to dance. At which he deliberatly stood on toes, made wrong moves. One girl, as beautiful as she was stubborn, didn't want to stop dancing with him. A few turns later and he 'accidentally' dropped her in a fountain. The day after that was a lot more eventful. A tournament. David fought like a beast in plated armor. He forced the participants to defend themselves first, exhausting them before he delivered the final blow. When he won first place, he was handed a ribbon and was ordered to hand it over to the most beautiful girl. He tied it to his horse.



Arios Ultroch
None
37
Male
Straight
Merman
 Pragmatic, smart and charismatic. Arios has become the greatest right hand of the King ever known. He is quite known throughout the Kingdom. He is constantly thinking forward, thinking about how to improve the Kingdom. He is also well educated in history and warfare. Several Cerceans and mer-people would gladly die for him if he asked them to.
But there is a dark side of him. One that can easily be explained in 1 sentence: the ends justify the means. He will do everything, literally everything, to get what he wants. He also has a strange love with war. It's a terrible thing that should be avoided when possible. But, when not avoidable, one should throw himself in it as vicious as possible.
Arios is what all men desire to be. Strong and muscular, yet lean and slender. His tail is a bit shorter than most mermen and lacks the curtain tail of normal mermen. He has the sharp, edged tail of a shark. The scales are a reflective black, beautiful in an odd way. Like some mermen he has some more scales on his upper arms. Another unique feature might be the oddly stone-looking flesh around his left eye. It's not hideous to look at. In fact, it draws one to his eyes, who reflect a deep, beautiful azure color. His hair is simple as it can be. Short and brown. And he prefers to keep it that way.
Born as a bastard between a middle-class mermen and a to-be exiled sea witch (who is half-octopus). He was actually the reason why she could stay a little longer in the village, until she gave birth to him. His father never accepted him at birth. So he was send to the orphanage. All the odds were against him, especially when he got dry-scale. A disease so rare that healers did not know what to do. In the best case, it would kill him quickly. In the worst case, he might live but scarred for the rest of his life.
Arios made his own option. 15 years later he swam around the orphanage with his mark. The dry scale like skin around his eye and carried it with pride. He had transformed the once dull orphanage into a fully functioning building where every child loved to be. He organized parties, events and trips to museums and minor expeditions. He also fought, at first to fend of the bullies. But then the bullies became his friends and later, his own fighting gang. He practically ruled the orphanage, to the benefit of even the smallest children.
5 years after that, and Arios left the Orphanage. Though promised he'd return every year. He lived as a basic administrator at the Royal Palace. He began to climb the ranks. Making sharp observations and showing his intelligence whenever possible. It was here that he met Meira. A mermaid also working as administrator. Arios fell in love with her and vowed to do everything he could do in his power to get her. Sadly, she never loved him. She loved someone else, a merman. They actually engaged and married 2 years later. To great sadness of Arios, who felt devastated.
Another 7 years later. Arios had climbed the ranks higher. He was almost on the advisor's council when he got the message. Meira was found dead in her house. Her husband was charged for murder, though no clean evidence pointed at him. He would walk as a free man soon enough. But not if Arios could do anything about it. He gathered his old fighting gang. First he cornered the man alone. The fool did not see Arios as a danger and in a drunken fit confessed the murder. And that he never loved her. "Just another love-crazed woman to use." he said. What happened after that, no-body knows. He never told his friends. But the man's body was never found.
Now Arios is First Advisor of the King. Though the thought of love still brings a bitter taste to his mouth. His father died too recently. Though Arios simply went to claim what was his. His father's horn. A black sea-shell carved with red runes. The shell can summon sharks to devour his enemy. Though Arios doesn't know this yet and hasn't tried the horn yet.



Ragnor, Tetsin
17
Male
Straight
Naga
Born to fight and only that. Ragnor has a deep and almost evil need for blood. Not just to win things. He loves hunting, fighting and killing. He's no fool and often says he knows the world and its horrors. In his eyes, there is no in this world. Love is just a made up concept of girls hoping that one day their rainbow colored prince would take them. He despises the very word. A deep hatred is rooted in him, like a fire. A fire that burns bright when you hand him his daggers. He sees himself as a necessary evil. The bad to keep back the worse.
Poisonous green scales cover his tail. They are rough and pointy. His fins are sharp as needles. A leather belt with an brass buckle. From there up he has the normal, human upper body. He's incredibly muscular, carrying a very prominent six-pack. There's a belt that goes from his right shoulder to his left hip. The belt is often used to carry javelins, a spear or anything else. You could say his face was hansom. With its sharp features and powerful gaze. His ginger-red hair does nothing to soften his outlook. For a matter of fact it is braided in a long tail. A mark of his ancient family. It shows that he is the warrior.
Born among the lucky few. Both of his parents are Naga's making him a pure blood. However, he was the third male child. Useless for marriage. So tradition would have it that he would be trained as a fighter. At first he loathed the dagger fighting style. He preferred to be outside among other mer-people. Playing with his friends in parks and among the fishes. This was forbidden by his parents. Never the less he kept dreaming. In his young life books were an important part. He dreamed of heroes and heroines and fighting epic monsters. He was somewhat of a romantic when he was 12. Despite constantly being told that marriage is duty and love is something that comes out of it, he kept believing he would meet the one. It was on his 15th that he got to know Alaina. A mermaid. He fell for her like granite in water. He would do anything for her hand. Alaine realized this. She abused her 'power' over him. Making him work and do chores for her. Eventually she found a merman who she loved and left Ragnor for him. Devastated, he cried himself to sleep several nights. Until he and the merman met, together with Alaina. Was it an accident of fate, no-one really knows. Nor does anyone except for Ragnor himself know what happened. But when authorities arrived on the scene, Ragnor had killed both Alaina and the merman. He was found guilty. But a last minute appeal from Advisor Arios meant that he would only get a work-sentence. During that sentence Arios approached him in secret. His task was simple. Train and fight. War is coming. And the mer-people need their necessary evils now more than ever.