You are a seventeen-year-old mermaid living in Atlantica, an underwater kingdom, with your dad, stepmother, and six younger half-sisters. You never met your mother–she left you and your dad when you were little–and all you have left of her is a necklace supposedly given to her by your father. However, one afternoon while you and your father are visiting your grandmother, you overhear their secret conversation. There’s a reason you never met your mother: she’s a human and humans are not allowed in Atlantica. Your father never told you this because he was afraid you would go looking for her.
What is your name? [name_f]Avalon[/name_f] [name_f]Arista[/name_f]
What are your father and stepmother’s names? [name_u]Tyler[/name_u] and [name_f]Daisie[/name_f]
What are your little sisters’ names? [name_f]Brigid[/name_f], [name_f]Chandra[/name_f], [name_f]Diana[/name_f], [name_u]Echo[/name_u], [name_f]Fauna[/name_f], and [name_f]Gaia[/name_f]
As a mermaid, what do you look like?
3: Yellow hair & blue eyes with a dark green fin
What does your mother’s necklace look like?
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In Atlantica, mermaids are allowed to go up to the surface world when they turn eighteen. You learn that half-human mermaids are extremely rare, but unlike other mermaids, they can stay on land as long as they want, while other mermaids must return to the ocean by nightfall. With your eighteenth birthday slowly approaching, your dad, [name_u]Tyler[/name_u], becomes more and more controlling of you, trying to pound into your head that humans are evil…when you’re half-human. The day after you turn eighteen, your friend [name_f]Marina[/name_f], who is a year older than you, sneaks you up to the surface world. Because your mermaid form wouldn’t look normal among the humans, your entire appearance changes–including a set of legs.
What color hair do you have as a human?
3 or 4: Blond
What color eyes do you have as a human?
3 or 4: [name_u]Blue[/name_u]
You and [name_f]Marina[/name_f] sneak up to [name_f]Miami[/name_f], [name_f]Florida[/name_f], the city above Atlantica, for the next six months, every other weekend, or when you can afford it. You’re having a lot of fun and get a secret thrill of going behind your dad’s back. He still won’t tell you anything about your mom, or why they broke up, or where she could be now, so eventually you give up and start trying to do your own search. You come home from a particularly long day in [name_f]Miami[/name_f], tanned and happy, to find your bedroom and your belongings completely trashed. You confront your father and the two of you get into an explosive argument. After that, you have had enough. You pack up whatever you have left, leave a goodbye letter for your stepmother and sisters, and head up towards the surface world.
Another six months go by and you’re all settled in [name_f]Miami[/name_f]. During your trips to the surface, you made friends with some of the local humans. Two of those friends you share an apartment with in downtown [name_f]Miami[/name_f]. One is a surfer girl named [name_f]Britney[/name_f], and the other is a bikini model named [name_f]Honora[/name_f]. You’ve also gotten a part-time job at a thrift store and have started taking classes at a community college, like you were planning on doing back home in Atlantica before the huge fight with your dad. You even got your driver’s license. You miss your stepmother, your sisters, and your friends, but you love your human life too much to let it go. Your roommates, however, have no idea of what you really are, and look the other way when you go for late-afternoon swims on the beach twice a week. As it turns out, your swims do someone a big favor.
It’s around five thirty in the afternoon and a storm is about to hit. The dark clouds overhead signal to you that it’s getting even closer and swimming might not be such a good idea, even for a mermaid. You pick up your little beach bag and are about to walk back to your car when you hear a faint shout in the distance. You look back at the water and see a body being tossed around in the waves! Without thinking, you strip down into bathing suit and jump into the ocean. Automatically, your legs become your fins and you get the person faster before he hits the bottom of the ocean.
It turns out to be a man, a little older than you, and very handsome. You drag his body onto the shore and lay him down on the sand. He’s not breathing and you quickly begin to perform CPR. He wakes up, coughing up water, and struggling to open his eyes. You’re extremely relieved and lightly kiss his forehead. He wakes up a little more and slowly smiles at you. Suddenly, you hear voices down the beach shouting “[name_u]KEEGAN[/name_u] [name_u]CARTER[/name_u]!” Startled, you jump right back into the ocean. You stay there until the search and rescue team leave the beach with the man.
A year has gone by. You’re still in [name_f]Miami[/name_f] and you go back and forth between there and Atlantica. It takes time, but you and your dad reconcile. Only you refuse to move back home, which frustrates him. And you can’t get that man you saved out of your head. Again, [name_m]Fate[/name_m] intervenes on your behalf.
[name_m]How[/name_m] do you reunite with DH?
Odd #: You attend a two-year college in [name_f]Miami[/name_f] after you’re done with community college. You take a class called [name_m]William[/name_m] [name_m]Shakespeare[/name_m] and the English Literature. On the first day of class, as you’re talking to the girl sitting next to you, a voice floats up from the podium at the front of the classroom. You look down at the TA–and freeze. It’s the man from the beach!!! He writes his name, Mr. [name_u]Carter[/name_u], on the board and talks along with the professor. But all you can hear is “blah blah blah” and “OMG! He’s cuter than I remember!” At the end of class, you lag behind, hoping to catch a quick closer look at him. Suddenly, the two of you lock eyes for a brief moment. Then, he says, “You look really familiar to me. Have we met?”
