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NAME: Lothan
AGE: Young Adult
SPECIES: Pacific Mermaid
RANK: Servant/High Threat

DESCRIPTION: Lothan has a deep blue skintone, curly dark hair, lush lips and a flat nose. Like most of the Pacific mers he has pointed ears and lacks pupils in his dark eyes. Lothan would be considered common but desirable because of his great physique. His status though would make him more of a passing fling than someone to actually consider forming a lasting connection with. 
PERSONALITY: Lothan was born in his servant role since his parents also served the high nobility. This gave him opportunities other mers lacked but it will also greatly reduce his freedom to make his own decisions in the future. When he gets assigned a master he'll have to listen to his or her command without opposition. Lothan has known nothing else and such doesn't resent his fate. He is a dutiful man with a calm demeanour. 
LIKES: Helping to build the nation, Training and sweets (though he indulges only occasionally)
DISLIKES: Being looked down upon, Being without task, Being away from his home. 

PETS: Servants aren't allowed pets but he enjoys taking care of the palace gardens. He has a fondness for snails. 

Spring had settled on Lantessama Isle and the waters were stirring with life. Candidates had been found, others had just shown up as destiny had a way to bring the right people where they needed to be. Nekrats had tried as best as they could to mark the location of all these porous eggs and dragons, people and mers had kept a close eye on them over the past months. And it seemed that they were now ready to hatch. Soft scratching could be heard coming from the inside of the eggs. Tremors rippled the surface. And the ocean was awash with excited chatter. It didn't take long for the gathered candidates to receive a map and be sent on their treasure hunt. 
A stray bunny dragon came out to peek at all the commotion but didn't care to follow the candidates as they set off into the deeper waters. The morning sun illuminated a few stray tails as they splashed the surface to dive deeper and then the waters around Lantessama were calm again. Though the Bay would have provided a secluded place, none of the peculiar eggs had appeared there. Most likely because it was too crowded. In the past months no-one - neither human nor draconic - had admitted to have had a hand in the appearance of the coral eggs as they'd come to be called. No-one had spotted strangers and no-one had heard any clues. It seemed like the eggs had just popped up right out of the planet. Maybe the coral reefs had spawned them. Maybe it was a recurring, though rare occurrence. Only time would tell.
Near one of the coral reefs to the main continent, Lothan was circling his mistress Tinnin. The pureblood noble merwoman was getting fed up with his protective behaviour when she so clearly had other plans with the beefy protector. She decided she could tease him a little and cloaked herself in a concealment spell. She'd never told anyone she'd been practicing this and normally nobles had very little magic. But this she could manage and it would rattle Lothan. She hastily shimmied away and pushed herself against the coral edge to hide. Only she miscalculated and the coral gave way under the pressure and she suddenly found herself in a secluded bay with a number of eggs.
Dropping her spell, she popped her head back out and called: "Lothan! here!"
All thoughts about teasing were forgotten when two of the eggs cracked open and a yellow male and pink female appeared. The yellow male was chubby and slow but seemed strong while the pink female was small and lightning fast. It was no wonder then that she was the first to make a move. She jumped into Tinnin's hands and snuggled under her the woman's shawl.
"You smell nice, of seaweed. My name is Meandrina, nice to meet you." she said.
"It's Nori n5." Tinnin smiled, "I'm quite fond of that scent as well.
Alongside them, the yellow male trotted over to Lothan, sat down in front of him and extended a front leg: "I'm Porit."
"Lothan" the merman replied and took hold of the small paw.

roughened Yellow Porit (m)



Lantessama Isle
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