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BO
Species: Fae Subspecies: Merfolk/Merman
Faction: Animus
Rank: Recruit
Age: 19
Sex: Male
Actual Name: Akin Lotachukwu Adeyemi
Nationality/Ethnicity
African American:
West African:
Nigerian: 96%
Bantu: 3%
Guinean: 1%
Former Guardians/ Family members
Mother: Nerida Adeyemi
Father: Zale Adeyemi
Younger sibling: Kalama Adeyemi
~ALL OF WHICH ARE BIOLOGICAL~
BirthPlace: Africa/ Ijaw, Nigeria
Day: 4 Month: June Year: 1999
Zodiac Sign: Gemini
Personality
Bo is very to himself with everything and anything.He had serious trust issues and is never the person to give a straight answer about himself. Overly secretive, the only person or people who would know his true story would be his family...and they’ve been...separated for a long while. It’s to the point where he won’t even disclose what he is to other supernaturals. I wouldn’t call him skittish (yes I would), for he does have social skills and can comfortably speak to people. He doesn’t have social anxiety or anything it’s just whenever he feels like people are starting to lurk in personal business, he shuts down. Whether that is by triggering a panic attack or just deflecting it doesn’t end well. Around his rigid exterior, he’s sensitive, caring, extremely friendly, and knows how to have a good time. Bo is never the type to argue. He is very passive. To the point where he gets taken advantage of. Lastly, he has a nigerian accent. It’s not thick, but its very recognizable.
FACE CLAIM(s)
(In Discord TBD)
TAIL
(In Discord TBD)
BACKSTORY
Akin was born off the coast of Ijaw Nigeria. He lived in a large pod of over six merfolk with him and his parents and his new born younger sibling Kalama. The pod thrived in secret, lurking under the mysterious waves and underwater caves. By being so close to the Fear, they were forced into constant hiding and rarely surfaced unless during their monthly rituals and practices, or maybe hunting resources for the pod. They of course traded with other merfolk, witches, and even sirens across the Atlantic, yet still had to provide the basic needs for themselves during snowfall and other barren seasons. The bond with Akin and his family was ever so close. His mother, Nerida, found fascination in Mundane creation and always collected flawless specimens during her childhood, which stuck with her as she grew into an adult. His father on the other hand was one of the four leaders of their pod council and despised her hobbies and would always argue and bicker over the subject. He would always threaten how it would have put the pod at risk, but she never listened to his reason. No matter what she had always thought the mundanes were a fascinating creature and thought seeking out further knowledge of their way of thinking would only make the pod stronger. She claimed he always hid behind the verdict of the council and at this point was why they never expanded. Their children stuck to the side of Nerida, however their ignorance blurred rational decision. Their natural curiosity and added inspiration from their mother had them one day off far from their usual hunting grounds scouring for the alien treasure. All they discovered was trouble once patrolling hunters spotted them only three miles out from shore. Luckily Nerida was already hot on their case, she had already been searching for her children before hand and was able to reunite with them while under the ariel attack. Unfortunately, she along with Kalama were killed in the attack and Akin barely escaped with his life. It morally wounded him to explain to Zale about what had happened, he could almost taste his father’s devastation in the back of this throat. It tasted of blood and was impossible to swallow. After a couple of sunrises the taste would rebound into his taste buds when the council came to the bone chilling verdict to suspend Zale as a member of the pod council and exile his son to starve out the open ocean.
“For he is of a bad seed,” they protested.
“Your own child, was the cause of your wife’s death.”
He was alone, in a sea full of dangers. Anik wandered the open ocean for days. Each day he could feel his own stomach raking and gnawing for just an ounce of food. Eventually, he grew too weak to attempt hunting. After the first stage of starvation, primal instinct began falling into play. The growing urge for...blood felt as if it grew stronger every second. Physically, he started to change. His dermis tainted ever so pale as so his flimsy nails formed into mini stakes. His palms felt slippery and added webbing started to from. And finally, his eyes were of a soulless void only demons themselves could mimic. By then he had already washed up to shore. Still unable to find food, he illusively lurked only meters from shore--until one night. It looked as if adolescent mundanes had wandered onto the beach front and danced around a gaping flame chanting some sort of...spell? They reeked of a foul substance that originated form a tubular container. The scent stained their very lips. One female and her mate stumbled to the crashing waves of the shore. Akin never felt so feral...or was it so alive when he snatched the female off her feet and dragged her into the ocean’s maw. His claws sank into her calves as she frantically attempted scrambling back onto the sand. Her screams were muffled and gurgled by the salt water streaming into her lungs from hyperventilating. Her body neared closer and the only thing that crossed his tattered mental state was inviting his fangs into the vulnerable tissues of her throat. The taste was a wave of satisfaction when he first tore into her flesh. But as he regained his sense of self, the taste was reminiscent of the foul devastation in the back of his throat when he told his father that his mother and daughters were slaughtered. As more sunrises rose and set, Akin grew ashamed of the very name he was forced to cary. It reminded him of his past, of his mistakes, of his regrets, and of the monster he had become. Eventually he couldn’t even live with himself for what he did moons ago and looking down at his tail only made him feel even more suffocated with his own deeds. He neared shore once again, after slipping through rivers and lakes, but this time he ran across a canvas of witches. He begged them to change him, he told them to make him anything than what he was right now. They started of with trying to bargain but once he told them that he had nothing they refused. Suddenly, days later, they went back to find to tell him they would do it out of the “kindness of their heart” but they could only make him mundane. He desperately accepted their offer and before he knew it, he had legs. They presented him some clothes to cover his bare body and sent him on his way. He thanked them for their help and went off in a general direction. It wasn’t long before he came in contact with water on land and his tail sprouted from thin air. The witches conned him and now every time he touches water he grows his tail. As he went around stopping at villages and small towns fearing every drop of water he saw, he overheard some mythicals discussing a place called Larnach, which was rich with ponds, rivers, lakes, and so on. He knew there he could finally hide his tail and his shame. Until then, he decided to change his name...and Bo was the best thing that came to mind. Now he wanders the Mythicals in hopes of discovering Larnach to grieve his mistakes in peace.
Detailed Appearance
Height (Human form) : 6/2
Mermaid form (Fluke to top of head): 6/6
Frame: Generally slender or lean. A track runner or a swimmer would be most relative to his shape. Toned muscle, rather in shape.
Iris Color: Soft caramel or milk chocolate. Pupil is visible without the help of a flashlight. (Basically)
General body type: Broad shoulders, decent pecs along with abdominals. Soft V. Long and slender fingers. Average legs.
Hair: Jet-black, nappy, 4c, high porosity. Grows a bit faster than your average monthly inch.
General Facial features: Thick eyebrows. Eyes tend to push inward. Large nostrils, full lips. No facial hair.
Tattoos: No
Scars/Birthmarks: No
Skills
Excellent Cook
Natural Vocals
“True Merman Appearance”
He turns exceptionally pale. His fingers become slimy and webbed. Tail is the same, maybe loses a bit of vibrance. Long slender claws, black eyes (Iris and the white part. Almost void-like) and jagged double fangs.
Special Attributes
Power: Ice
Species: Fae Subspecies: Merfolk/Merman
Faction: Animus
Rank: Recruit
Age: 19
Sex: Male
Actual Name: Akin Lotachukwu Adeyemi
Nationality/Ethnicity
African American:
West African:
Nigerian: 96%
Bantu: 3%
Guinean: 1%
Former Guardians/ Family members
Mother: Nerida Adeyemi
Father: Zale Adeyemi
Younger sibling: Kalama Adeyemi
~ALL OF WHICH ARE BIOLOGICAL~
BirthPlace: Africa/ Ijaw, Nigeria
Day: 4 Month: June Year: 1999
Zodiac Sign: Gemini
Personality
Bo is very to himself with everything and anything.He had serious trust issues and is never the person to give a straight answer about himself. Overly secretive, the only person or people who would know his true story would be his family...and they’ve been...separated for a long while. It’s to the point where he won’t even disclose what he is to other supernaturals. I wouldn’t call him skittish (yes I would), for he does have social skills and can comfortably speak to people. He doesn’t have social anxiety or anything it’s just whenever he feels like people are starting to lurk in personal business, he shuts down. Whether that is by triggering a panic attack or just deflecting it doesn’t end well. Around his rigid exterior, he’s sensitive, caring, extremely friendly, and knows how to have a good time. Bo is never the type to argue. He is very passive. To the point where he gets taken advantage of. Lastly, he has a nigerian accent. It’s not thick, but its very recognizable.
FACE CLAIM(s)
(In Discord TBD)
TAIL
(In Discord TBD)
BACKSTORY
Akin was born off the coast of Ijaw Nigeria. He lived in a large pod of over six merfolk with him and his parents and his new born younger sibling Kalama. The pod thrived in secret, lurking under the mysterious waves and underwater caves. By being so close to the Fear, they were forced into constant hiding and rarely surfaced unless during their monthly rituals and practices, or maybe hunting resources for the pod. They of course traded with other merfolk, witches, and even sirens across the Atlantic, yet still had to provide the basic needs for themselves during snowfall and other barren seasons. The bond with Akin and his family was ever so close. His mother, Nerida, found fascination in Mundane creation and always collected flawless specimens during her childhood, which stuck with her as she grew into an adult. His father on the other hand was one of the four leaders of their pod council and despised her hobbies and would always argue and bicker over the subject. He would always threaten how it would have put the pod at risk, but she never listened to his reason. No matter what she had always thought the mundanes were a fascinating creature and thought seeking out further knowledge of their way of thinking would only make the pod stronger. She claimed he always hid behind the verdict of the council and at this point was why they never expanded. Their children stuck to the side of Nerida, however their ignorance blurred rational decision. Their natural curiosity and added inspiration from their mother had them one day off far from their usual hunting grounds scouring for the alien treasure. All they discovered was trouble once patrolling hunters spotted them only three miles out from shore. Luckily Nerida was already hot on their case, she had already been searching for her children before hand and was able to reunite with them while under the ariel attack. Unfortunately, she along with Kalama were killed in the attack and Akin barely escaped with his life. It morally wounded him to explain to Zale about what had happened, he could almost taste his father’s devastation in the back of this throat. It tasted of blood and was impossible to swallow. After a couple of sunrises the taste would rebound into his taste buds when the council came to the bone chilling verdict to suspend Zale as a member of the pod council and exile his son to starve out the open ocean.
“For he is of a bad seed,” they protested.
“Your own child, was the cause of your wife’s death.”
He was alone, in a sea full of dangers. Anik wandered the open ocean for days. Each day he could feel his own stomach raking and gnawing for just an ounce of food. Eventually, he grew too weak to attempt hunting. After the first stage of starvation, primal instinct began falling into play. The growing urge for...blood felt as if it grew stronger every second. Physically, he started to change. His dermis tainted ever so pale as so his flimsy nails formed into mini stakes. His palms felt slippery and added webbing started to from. And finally, his eyes were of a soulless void only demons themselves could mimic. By then he had already washed up to shore. Still unable to find food, he illusively lurked only meters from shore--until one night. It looked as if adolescent mundanes had wandered onto the beach front and danced around a gaping flame chanting some sort of...spell? They reeked of a foul substance that originated form a tubular container. The scent stained their very lips. One female and her mate stumbled to the crashing waves of the shore. Akin never felt so feral...or was it so alive when he snatched the female off her feet and dragged her into the ocean’s maw. His claws sank into her calves as she frantically attempted scrambling back onto the sand. Her screams were muffled and gurgled by the salt water streaming into her lungs from hyperventilating. Her body neared closer and the only thing that crossed his tattered mental state was inviting his fangs into the vulnerable tissues of her throat. The taste was a wave of satisfaction when he first tore into her flesh. But as he regained his sense of self, the taste was reminiscent of the foul devastation in the back of his throat when he told his father that his mother and daughters were slaughtered. As more sunrises rose and set, Akin grew ashamed of the very name he was forced to cary. It reminded him of his past, of his mistakes, of his regrets, and of the monster he had become. Eventually he couldn’t even live with himself for what he did moons ago and looking down at his tail only made him feel even more suffocated with his own deeds. He neared shore once again, after slipping through rivers and lakes, but this time he ran across a canvas of witches. He begged them to change him, he told them to make him anything than what he was right now. They started of with trying to bargain but once he told them that he had nothing they refused. Suddenly, days later, they went back to find to tell him they would do it out of the “kindness of their heart” but they could only make him mundane. He desperately accepted their offer and before he knew it, he had legs. They presented him some clothes to cover his bare body and sent him on his way. He thanked them for their help and went off in a general direction. It wasn’t long before he came in contact with water on land and his tail sprouted from thin air. The witches conned him and now every time he touches water he grows his tail. As he went around stopping at villages and small towns fearing every drop of water he saw, he overheard some mythicals discussing a place called Larnach, which was rich with ponds, rivers, lakes, and so on. He knew there he could finally hide his tail and his shame. Until then, he decided to change his name...and Bo was the best thing that came to mind. Now he wanders the Mythicals in hopes of discovering Larnach to grieve his mistakes in peace.
Detailed Appearance
Height (Human form) : 6/2
Mermaid form (Fluke to top of head): 6/6
Frame: Generally slender or lean. A track runner or a swimmer would be most relative to his shape. Toned muscle, rather in shape.
Iris Color: Soft caramel or milk chocolate. Pupil is visible without the help of a flashlight. (Basically)
General body type: Broad shoulders, decent pecs along with abdominals. Soft V. Long and slender fingers. Average legs.
Hair: Jet-black, nappy, 4c, high porosity. Grows a bit faster than your average monthly inch.
General Facial features: Thick eyebrows. Eyes tend to push inward. Large nostrils, full lips. No facial hair.
Tattoos: No
Scars/Birthmarks: No
Skills
Excellent Cook
Natural Vocals
“True Merman Appearance”
He turns exceptionally pale. His fingers become slimy and webbed. Tail is the same, maybe loses a bit of vibrance. Long slender claws, black eyes (Iris and the white part. Almost void-like) and jagged double fangs.
Special Attributes
Power: Ice
