Dynamic Siren/Mermaid Roleplay (closed!)

(you're waiting on my character, actually. I'm really sorry, I'll try to have them up at some point today! I'm just really busy bc I've got college classes)

(no you're totally fine I have so much homework too. And for everyone else, if you can't be online because of work DO NOT feel bad, I totally get it)

Name: Hadrian Aesmaus
Gender: Male
Species: Siren
Sexuality: Pan, leans heavily towards men/masculine people
Age: Appears to be about 22, is probably actually about 300
Appearance: Hadrian is a bit taller than average, with olive-dark skin. His hair is curly and long, reaching to about his shoulders. He usually keeps it tied back in braids or a bun, to keep it from floating into his face. His hair is a brilliant, almost pearlescent white, that seems to stand out against the darkness. His eyes are an emerald green tone. He has broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and a face made mostly of angles. His tail is a deep green, though not a pure green. It's more of a mottled green, that looks black in some lights and green in others. His fins are almost silken, long and flowing, though he can still swim fast if he wants or needs to. A few tattoos scattered around his torso, along with a tattoo near the tip of his tail. Torso is littered with scars, mostly from knives or whips.
Personality: A bit on the quiet side. Gentle and kind when he can afford to be, but isn't always. He was a pirate before he was a siren, and that side of his nature is often reflected in his behavior, even though he has mellowed out a little over the years.
Likes: Exploring. Music. Learning.
Dislikes: The cold. The past. People.
Backstory: Hadrian was the son of a nobleman. As the third son, though, not much was expected of him, and he eventually ran away to sea. He joined up with a pirate crew, and for a while, things were fine. Then the crew got attacked by the navy, and each of the pirates was killed. All, but Hadrian. Hadrian was brought aboard the navy vessel, and was tortured by the naval captain. He was tortured for nearly a month, before his body was thrown overboard. He became a siren from this, and has never forgotten what was done to him.
Other (abilities, etc): (Idk what the normal siren abilities are? Help?)

(also I'm sorry he's not the most detailed)

(He looks really good!! Hopefully I can post a starter soon)

(thanks! Alright!)
(also what abilities do Sirens usually have, other than the singing?)

(If you go back to page 1, there should be a couple small examples, but if you want to do your own research just pass it by me… I usually approve everything ;) )

(alright!)

So, should we begin soon or… idk.

Does anyone still need to post?

(Sorry, I'm totally struggling to put up a starter between school and life, let me try to post it now.)

(Hope that's fine! My first starter in a longggg time)

Delphi listened to the ocean, it’s gentle breathing and lapping against her cove’s walls. It appeared to almost control her lungs, which would seem like something quite relaxing if her thoughts were not so jumbled. The daylight was thinning and murky in the depths of where she was, but still strained her milky grey eyes as she lifted her lashes, pained to meet the brightness. Instead, she looked down at her lap, finding the simplicity of the sight grounding.

She played with the small medallion that her brother had brought her from the coast, a simple engraving of the goddess Demeter. Castor had always promised to try to find her something of Persephone, but this was the closest he could muster so far.

These days, she didn’t do much, as much as it pained her to admit. Castor was always out, away from the rest of the Sirens…and Delphi was not one to bond with them either. She spent her days strewn between the eerie cliffs that made up the nook of what she seemed to call home, waiting for the occasional passerby or ship conch. Much to her disdain, the thought of singing to a crew did not appeal to her too much…she’d rather not think about her past at all. And the sight of a human face made that nearly impossible.

I could look at you all day long, Pandora’s thoughts sighed in her head, airy and light as she watched the boy reach over his small boat’s edge to touch the shallow ocean water. His hair was a mousy blonde, mussed from the salty wind, his brows stitched in focus as if he were looking for something. Of course, she was careful not to let him see her. The last time that had happened, the Elder’s had to take care of the mortal boy themselves.

Maybe this one would be different? They never would be.

You’re mine and I’ll have you in the end, Pandora thought to herself dreamily, her lips forming a teasing pout as the boy nearly toppled over the edge of his boat. His father tsked, retraining him with a furrowed gaze.

“Didn’t I tell you to be careful, boy?” The older man began, straightening his son’s linen shirt. “There’s water spirits on the loose in these parts, and they are not to be trusted.” With that comment, Pandora’s doe-eyed gaze narrowed, her soft features drawn into something childishly annoyed. Dangerous? Since when was she dangerous. She decided to ignore the comment, instead focusing on the mortal boy’s movements as she rested her chin against a nearby rock.

(She can definitely be on that ship, I don't mind at all!)

Ambrose was in his workshop, carving away at an ornate necklace that would tell your fortune, chase your future. It didn’t belong to anyone yet, it was still unfinished. This bothered Ambrose, so he went to the skylight of his cave home and swam through the hole in the ceiling that typically allowed light to enter the room. The man’s vision was shit, but at least he’d familiarized himself with the smell of the place.

He was well and truly bored when he felt a faint tugging at the end of his tail.

“Oh, Lucetia. I was just looking for you. Have any secrets for me today?” he asked.

The eel didn’t have much to say. Fishes didn’t speak like you or I, they spoke in tongues simple and slow and far beyond hearing by the normal ears. But… there was one thing wrong.

“Mermaids? In my near future? Perhaps I should be hiding more thoroughly.” he grumbled.

(This is kind of a feeble request of “pls interact” but I am cooking up a plot idea in my head for anyone searching for a prophecy.)

(Hey guys, it's Mira. Parents deleted my account and I felt like I should let y'all know that my school might be blocking Notebook in the near future. Hope you guys have fun!)

(I…don't really know what to do?)