First off, I want to thank the AMAZING C.B. Cook from The World of the Writer for doing this contest. Today, I'm doing the 'Character Creation Contest' made by The World of the Writer. Let's just say that when I saw this I totally did not freak out and start screaming inside my head. Okay, anyway, the rules were to create a character from the three pictures she had on her blog and that the characters would be judged off of creativity, how intriguing the character is and how well developed the characters are. I think I was more confident in my head... -_- I can do this, so let's see. Here is my character! Isn't she so pretty? Name: Myliana Location: Merilis She is a princess over Merilis, an underwater trade kingdom. Having been born with no mermaid tail, she spends her time in the human world as a messenger for Merilis, perfectly blending in. The humans know of the world Merilis, yet they keep a distant from the underwater kingdom for it is known for its high tech security. (Possible Book) Short Story: "Myliana, as princess of Merilis and messenger to the human world, we give you this amulet to portray our thanks and blessings upon you." I knelt down before my father's fin and accepted the turquoise amulet. My mother and older brother created this small ceremony for me while I was still on the human's world trading seawater pearl dishes. Everyone in my family had a fin and because I didn't, I was able to better communicate with the upper world. I stood up and smiled, "Thank you father." I received a tight hug from the back which, at first, startled me. I laughed and said, "Thanks Merari." "You're welcome," my brother said grinning. He swam in front of me, his short brown hair drifted slowly in the water, his dark blue eyes gleamed and his white tail shimmered as he moved. "What do you plan on wearing for the banquet?" "What banquet?" I asked confused. "Your sixteenth birthday banquet. You only turn sixteen once," he replied as father swam away to mother. "How could you forget?" "Well, I've been in the human's world for quite some time and the things of Merilis keep slipping out of my mind." "So does that mean you want me to pick out your outfit?" he asked. I laughed, "I guess it does." Cheering, Merari left the throne room while I approached my parents. My father quickly glanced up at me and then kept whispering to my mother. Unfortunately, she did the same and that got me worried. After a few minutes, they stopped talking and they both looked at me. "Myliana, at 7:00 this evening, you will be turning sixteen," my mother said. I nodded, "And when I turn sixteen I can start making my own decisions. And that means I can freely go to the human world," I boldly stated. Even though I was the Merilis messenger, I had to go under strict rules to 'ensure my safety'. "Yes it does, but it also means more responsibilities to Merilis," my father replied. "We understand that you have grown a connection with the human world, but going there for six years doesn't change the fact the you have obligations here," my mother said. "It does when you've met someone," I muttered under my breath. "Tell us, what do you see in the lake when you are about to enter the water world?" My father asked. "Well," I began, thinking about what I see when I'm in the human world. "The lake... It looks a bit brown and it's muddy around the edges of the lake. Why do you ask?" My parents glanced at each other and looked back to me. "The humans pollute their waters, knowing that pollution is the one thing we can not defeat," my father said. "If the waters are polluted, then Merilis will have to travel millions of miles from the surface world, and if we can not trade..." my mother stopped. "And if we can't trade then Merilis will be nothing," I gasped as I finished her sentence. So that's it everybody. Hope you enjoyed! Please comment and tell me if this character surprises you. :3 Thanks! (c) All rights reserved. Please do not reproduce, plagarize, or dulicate any work on this site. Links back to the site are encouraged and welcomed.
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The Ancient Past of the Scribbler
July 2019
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