MEER, maren magdeline

[tiff2]

CAN WE PRETEND
that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars i could
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MAREN MEER*

This is Maren Magdeline Meer. Maren means pearl and Meer means sea. Generally she just goes by Maren, if she even gives you her name, but there are instances when she goes by Mag. Her age is unknown but she knows she has been here awhile and she remembers the great battle when Sauron lost his ring and Isildur took it. But she was in the water, hidden, when it was taking place. Though her age is unknown she does remember specific parts of her earlier life, events that are some how important. Maren has had many lovers, but she never keeps them. She only kept one, her first lover, a mortal man but he died. Mag felt so much anguish and heart ache from that experience that now she just loves them and leaves them. But now because of her age, she doesn't really feel the need to do that anymore.

Maren is an exquisite woman though she looks a little on the dark side. Her thick hair is medium length with soft curls, raven black, and side bangs that hang in her face. Her skin is pale, very pale, and her eyes are very wide, uniquely the color of lilac. When she needs to go back to the water or she is in great pain her eyes become diluted in color and turn a crystal white. Her lips are thin and small and her nose fits her features perfectly. Her endowments are more then average and her body is curvy. In her mermaid form, her tail is the color of ice blue and have a silver shine when hit with light. However, her stature is short, standing at five foot four. She also has a long white scar on her back, starting from her left shoulder blade diagonally to her lower back. She got that from a piece of sharp rock. When she is seen in human form, she wears dresses, cloaks, riding trousers, or long boots in deep colors and some type of jewelry that is a pearl.

Maren is a selfish and mysterious woman to say the least. She only does things that will please her, for instance, playing tricks on humans, and looking at her reflection. She's a confident and clever woman and knows she is beautiful, therefore flattery isn't going to work to persuade her, but she does like to hear it. And if she doesn't hear it, or you don't make some remark on her beauty, she will grow angry. Therefore she does have a temper. She also only talks to people who interest her, so if you are lucky she will talk to you first, if not then she waits for you to talk to her. Either way she isn't lonely because in most cases she keeps herself company. Maren doesn't reveal much about herself and generally only goes by Mag, not wanting to become attached or to show weakness. Flirting is definitely her specialty since she needs it in order to lure mortals. Lastly, she is on no one's side, only her own.

Her favorite past times include singing, looking at her reflection, collecting shiny things (after all she is a mermaid), tricking others, luring men (even to their death in the murky water), and walking on land. Maren doesn't remember much of her childhood, or her parents. She only knows that she used to have them around but now they are gone. That was a very long time ago and she always figured they just left her or some sailors were responsible. But being so old now she could careless. One event she does remember from her younger life, was when she first met the only man she ever loved. He was mortal and walking by the sea shore, because she stayed around home at the time. Maren was swimming underwater and somehow got caught on a piece of coral, cutting her back. She immediately emerged from the water and went to the shore. The young man noticed her, figuring she was in distress, and wrapped his cloak around the naked woman. Even though she was a mermaid and it would eventually heal, she let the young man dress her wound. That was the first moment she fell in love with him. Every time she could (mostly morning to sunset), she would see him. One day she went to see him and he was laying in his bed, looking gravely ill. He was very weak and when she lifted the blanket to see, she saw that he had been stabbed deeply into the stomach. She held his hand for as long as she could, he died holding her hand and she barely made it back to the water. Maren cried every day, what seemed to be a century, and often sea glass was washed up on the shore. Maybe Maren's personality would have been different if she didn't have that horrible ordeal to go through? During the War of the Last Alliance which was around the end of the Second Age, Maren hid, she didn't want to be apart of it. She wasn't on either side and just wanted to be left alone. Now Maren emerges when she wants and seems to take pleasure in tricking mortals. Though she can feel that something is stirring again.

I COULD USE A

dream or a genie or a wish to go back to a place much simpler
than this cause after all the partyin' the smashin' and crashin'

hey there. so my name is Tiff. i also play Brywynn Bramble & Vanya Immeril. i happen to be female and i've blown out nineteen candles. if you want to contact me, no sweat. just PM or E-mail me! but check me out in action. I would like my character to be Ancient Being Mermaid and she hails from Sea of Rhûn. My final last words are edited by admin!

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From Different Site
Dragos covered his mouth with his arm as he coughed a little before walking down the hallway. He had just gotten back from the cafeteria, and still no sight of the gang. Then again Adrian was a mortician now. Dragos shook his head and continued to walk down the hall. His olive eyes looked around to see if there were any other patients around, not really. His eyebrows scrunched together as he grew a little confused. Even though it wasn't that late in the evening he was tired as hell. Today was tough for him, he had to go outside and smoke a cigarette every time he turned around.

He brushed his dark hair with his hands away from his face he continued to walk down the hallway. His body was running a little hot again and he couldn't help but get annoyed. Growling, he pushed his door open to his room and closed it, coughing in his arm again. "Damn cigarettes" he mumbled to himself as he walked around to his bed as he took off his black t-shirt, exposing all his tattoos as well as skinny torso. He kept his black jeans on however because he wasn't ready to change out of them yet. Actually he generally did sleep in his clothes, only rarely would he change out of them. Kicking off his black Converse chucks, he took off his socks and stuffed them into a shoe and placed them at the foot of his bed. His bare feet hit the cold carpet and smiled as it cooled him down a little. Taking his shirt and throwing it on the floor, he looked around his room. "I wonder if I have incense or anything" he spoke with his familiar raspy voice as he looked in any place he could think of. Any thing that gave off a scent and kept him relaxed. Looking under the bed, he grabbed a box and saw an incense that was burnt a little. Bringing it to his nose, he smelt it and of course the scent was old. "Damn it" he spoke as he put it back in the box and pushed it under his bed.

Dragos tended to talk to himself a lot, only if he was alone though. At least he could keep himself company. Getting up from the floor, he grabbed his book that was on his end table and sat on the bed. Moving his body, he sprawled out on his bed and tucked one arm under his head, opening his book of Edgar Allan Poe short stories, he began to read where he left off, The Black Cat. Reading sometimes relaxed him so he hoped that it would tonight.

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[ADMIN EL]

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