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Theon floated near the surface of the water, basking in the warmth of the sun. He heard the sound of a ship approaching and began swim towards it.
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Name: Theoneyrie Valerious
Nicname: Theon
Age: 18
Height: 5’10”
Race: Mermaid
Weapon: Harpoon
Appearance: Dark, olive skin and an even tan that accentuated his figure. His upper-half was built like a swimmer, with wide shoulders, thin hips and lean muscle. In usual mermaid fashion, he usually doesn’t wear a shirt. He had short black hair in an almost military cut and and bright blue eyes which contrasted well with his dark hair and skin. His tail was a dark purplish brown color, the scales were fairly reflective and sparkled a violet color.
Personality: Usually comes across as good-natured with a happy disposition, generally nice to people and can be extremely charming at times. This demeanor attracts people to him pretty easily. However, in truth, he’s a psychopath with a sadistic streak, but very few people know about his true self. Finds it rather dull to talk to most people, but enjoys observing them as a third-party.
Bio: He’s the oldest son and heir of the Valerious house, the mermaids who rule the east sea, known for its warm, clear water. Since he was young, Theon had the same kind and charming disposition, however never really liked being around people. He usually spent time by himself, exploring shipwrecks and reefs, however his favorite hobby was always hunting. He would go out and kill sea creatures for no other reason than sport. After being threatened by his parents, he curbed back this hobby, replacing it with observing others, and eventually developing a fascination with humans.
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Zhangxi seems to snap back to reality as Diplo addressed him, “Ah, no one in particular,” he scratched the back of his hair and smiled awkwardly, “I have a habit of talking when I’m nervous, I guess.”
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Zhangxi rubs the side of his neck where Diplo bit him, the tips of his ears were slightly red as he looked up to the sky, he let out an awkward chuckle, “A-ah…” He murmured, “That’s what you were going for.”
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Zhangxi tensed his body as Diplo leaned in and twitched slightly as he bit down. He clenched his fists and closed his eyes tightly, suppressing the reflex to squirm around. He let out a quiet sigh with a slight tremor.
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Zhangxi looks at Lissa, putting his hands in his jacket pockets, “Of course, I don’t expect you to trust me right away, it’s probably a wise habit not to trust give trust to anyone.” He said with a slightly stern look look in his eye. Zhangxi turned to face Diplo again and nodded, “Ill listen, though Im not sure how I can die again.” He chuckles softly to himself.
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“17,” Zhangxi responded, “Don’t think I’m 18 yet either, though I guess time doesn’t mean much when you’re dead…” He trailed off, holding his chin in contemplation.
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Zhangxi blinks, a little baffled at Dipló’s self-argument, but decided to try and adapt quickly, “Um, no. I don’t really know what you’re talking about.” He let out a quiet tense chuckle, “I only died a couple months ago, so all this is still a little weird.” He glanced back towards Lissa with a sympathetic look in his eyes, “…Sorry…” he murmured, “Humans killed me too, if that’s any conciliation.”
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Zhangzi startles slightly, slightly unused to both talking to dogs, multiple heads, and being sniffed. He stepped back a little, “Ah, no.” He said, scratching the back of his neck, “I’m just a normal guy.”
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Zhangxi blinked, slightly confused for a moment, then tried to shake the feeling, “Well… yeah,” He stood up and dusted his pants, “…En, sorry about that I guess?” He awkwardly ran a hand through his hair, “If you want, I could leave. I’m not really interested in getting on anyone’s bad side, y’know?”
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Zhangxi closed his eyes and took in a slow breath, “I wanted to find somewhere new,” He smiled sweetly, “Although it doesn’t look much like it here, there was a river near my hometown; Somehow this reminds me of back then.” He looked back down to the characters he was writing, “It’s a nostalgic feeling, guess I’m not used to being dead yet, huh?” He chuckled slightly, although his voice had a trace of melancholy, “So what about you? Are you from around here?”
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Zhangxi smiled at her good-naturedly then looked back down to the riverbank, returning to writing characters in the dust, “You don’t need to jump like that, I won’t do anything to you.”
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Zhangxi reached the river Phlegethron. Crouching by the bank of the river, he began to absentmindedly write characters in the dirt. He heard the sound of a girls voice from across the river. He picked his head up and glanced at Lissa, and although he knew she wasn’t addressing him, he decided to respond anyway. Zhangxi raised a hand in greeting, “Yo.” He said casually.
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Zhangxi began to grow bored of hanging around with the others in the Elysian Fields. He decided to take a walk, to find something more interesting to spend his time on than just sitting around.
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Name: Zhangxi Jian
Age: 17, died about half a year ago.
Powers: None
Place: Elysian Fields
Human Appearance: Nearly 6 feet tall and somewhat muscular with broad shoulders. He has thin, sharp dark eyes and short black hair. He has a kind face and soft yet masculine features, and is fairly attractive. His smiles are usually small, soft, and genuine, causing him to become pretty popular with girls (and guys kek) Usually wears dark jeans and likes to wear a black and red bike jacket. He’s also fluent in English, but has a heavy accent.
Creature: N/A
Powers: Nothing magical, but trained in MMA and Boxing. Uncomfortable with using weapons, especially firearms on principle.
Personality: A generally nice guy to an almost cliche level, when he was alive, this caused him to be popular among the people in his school, the loved by all archetype. Doesn’t really come across as pushy and doesn’t get mad easily. He also has a history of being selfless. However, all of this makes him kind of boring. Despite having many friends, he isn’t extremely close with any of them.
Bio: Grew up in the Liaoning Provence of China, just outside the Provence of Shenyang. It was a pretty bad neighborhood and when he was in school, joining a gang was in vogue. Because of his inherent popularity, he wound up being caught up in a hostility between a number of them, despite having no interest in being involved. This eventually lead to his death, deemed heroic enough for him to wind up in the Elysian Fields.