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Caphinkla
Name: Ink of the Tidewhispers (Shortened from Caphinkla)
Race: Mer female, Category 3
Waterbreathing Type: Can breathe air while in tailed form.
Date of Swarming: 43rd of Ymiden 701
Date of Hatching: 40th of Zi'da 701
Languages Spoken:Fluent = Common
Appearance
Biometrics:
Coloration:
- Skin: Pale mint greenish
- Scales: Black and Bronze
- Fins: Pink, blue, and green
- Eyes: Black with green pupils.
- Hair: Black/blue
- Height/Length (With tail): 11'11"
- Height (With legs): 5'11"
- Build: Lithe
- Muscle tone: Light
History
She is from Endor, in Rynmere. She was present through many of the island's disasters but mostly isolated from the happenings of land-walkers, by virtue of her association with the Tidewhisper clan. Her most intimate interactions with land-walkers was mostly relegated to eating the ones that would fall astray from their ships and become food for her kind. Or else a mortal that proved too adventurous and curious of the mer, and thus met their end by the whims of a seductive siren of their clan.
It was one of these sirens who took Ink into her confidence, teaching and initiating her into the magic of Empathy. She took her to a darkened grotto, where there would be a dearth of distractions for the ritual to commence. Free of prying fish eyes, feelers, hands, arms, and bereft of vegetation. The trench was dark, and out of it she felt the crone's hands grasp her by the temples, as she channeled the ether into her tangle. The process was slow and methodical, but not painful. Nevertheless, she had to maintain her composure and be centered throughout, as her emotions were pulled, tugged, loosened as it were in order to meddle with those of others.
In the end, she was made an Empath, with a particular affinity with the emotions of desire, hunger, and need. Her fingertips became green on black, infused with empathic ether. At this point, they emerged from the grotto, and Ink felt celebrated, for the first time experiencing what it meant to be special among a tribe of disposable mer.
When she survived and endured the initiation, the siren took her further into her confidence and began teaching her all she knew of dominating the minds and wills of mortals. She became almost as a mother, or as much of one as a mer could be.
Ink used this newfound power and skills to wrangle a group of males and lesser females around her, and began entertaining the idea of forming an offshoot clan of Tidewhispers. Yet her loyalty to the old siren and their tribe would end up staying her plans to depart, at least until disaster struck.
As isolated as she was from the disasters that hit Rynmere, no9t even the elusive Tidewhispers were exempt from the fallout of the arrival of the Dragon. The Dragon laid waste to the free will of every living being on the island, which happened to include some of her own clan. She, along with a select few others, was astray from the clan, on a hunt while the Dragon took over the minds of the Endor Tidewhispers. When they came back, they found that something horrible had happened and that the mer were acting all very strangely, their telepathic emanations returning with a strange cadence that repulsed the returners.
Unsure of what had happened, but repulsed by the claims that they had found a "Leviathan' in the 'Dragon', Ink along with several of their number called Reisah against this creature, this false Leviathan. Upon the pronouncement of that curse, they were driven off by the dominated mer, and cast into the wider seas, where they would wander.
