Post by megara on Feb 26, 2013 17:11:41 GMT
MEGARA ELAINE ADRASTOS !
'“Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.”
― Plato'
'“Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.”
― Plato'
HEY THERE! SO, TELL US ABOUT YOU ... LET'S START OFF WITH THE BASICS. WHAT DO WE NEED TO KNOW?
"My name is Megara Elaine Adrastos, or just Meg for short. And if you have ever heard of the Adrastos family it should come as no shock that I am a mermaid and my alignment dark. Quite frankly I'm not particularly fond of the term “dark” it makes us sound evil, which we are not. Well at least most of us aren't anyway. Humans are the evil ones always starting wars, polluting the planet, breeding like vermin so that there is no room for anything to really thrive. I'm not a creature of the night like a vampire so personally I prefer the term anti-human over dark. I'm trying to think of what else you might want to know, I'm twenty-three not that that's particularly important. I'm straight, though I don't seem to be very lucky when it comes to love."
SO, A LITTLE BIRDY TOLD ME THAT YOU ARE GORGEOUS. DESCRIBE YOURSELF.
Megara blushes slightly "That's sweet of you to say. You know I was such an odd looking child that it still surprises me when I receive compliments like that. I have very large round eyes, my mother says I had to grow into them. It's strange how the bug eyes I was once teased for have turned out to be my greatest asset, at least physically speaking. The rest of my face isn't anything particularly special I have a full lower lip which is naturally down turned giving me a bit of a pout, my nose is straight, and my chin is pointed. My skin is quite pale, my hair is almost white blond in color, even my eyes are a light blue. It gives me a somewhat unusual look. I have fully the fact that my look is a bit quirky, sometimes I even tint my hair pink for some added flair.
I am on the taller side for a woman I am 5'9 when I am standing on two legs. I weigh 130 and my build is slender and I don't have much in the way of curves. Oddly enough I don't have any scars or tattoos, and the only piercings I have are one hole in each ear. I suppose you can chalk that up to good fortune and good taste. I do have a birth mark on the back of my left shoulder, looks a bit of sand was brushed across my skin.
My style could be best described as girly. I love lace, floral prints, pastels, and of course jewelry. I adore vintage clothing and my style tends to fit into the categories of bohemian or classic, rather then following the more trendy rock and roll or urban styles. You will almost never find me in pants, maybe it's a mermaid thing but even when I have legs it feels unnatural to have my legs so separated. I believe in comfort when it comes to footwear and I will usually wear flats or sandals. I only wear high heels or put any real effort into my hair or makeup on special occasions. I like to let my hair down loose and natural. I will curl it or straighten it depending on my mood, but I don't usually do much besides comb it. As for makeup I wear lip gloss and mascara, every day situations don't call for much more then that in my opinion."
I'M SURE YOUR PERSONALITY IS SOMETHING ELSE COMPLETELY. TELL US ABOUT YOURSELF, WE WANT TO KNOW YOU BETTER!
"People say I'm odd, and I can't really disagree. My mind is usually miles away from whatever is going on around me. Its not that I cant focus, it's that I am usually so focused on something that everything else fades into the background.
Music is my life, my obsession, my purpose. All mermaids are gifted with beautiful singing voices, but few work on their talents the way I have. I have studied opera to stretch the limits of my vocal talent. I have studied music theory so that I can better create and understand music. I have learned how to play violin and piano. When music flows through you it is the best feeling in the world. It's like you have tapped into this great tide that carries you along, lets you see and feel connections that you are separated from otherwise.
I love to perform, but I don't like to be the center of attention unless I'm on a stage. I'm kind of awkward in social situations. If I'm at a party it's easier for me to drift over to the piano in the corner and begin playing rather then make conversation. I just express myself better that way.
I'm really quite thankful that there are so many people in line for the throne before me. I am very proud to be descended from King Triton, but I'm not cut out to rule. I don't have that ruthless streak that you need to be an effective leader, and I don't have the social skills needed to play political games. Still I'd like to think that becoming a great musician and performer is a way to bring honor to my family.
I don't always get along with the rest of my family. I'll admit I'm a little terrified of Attina and Aquana. I do my best to stay out of their way. I'm a little weak and cowardly, at least compared to them. If someone confronts me I usually end up apologizing for things I didn't do. I'm better in the background, or on a stage.
Maybe that's why I love performance so much. It feels great to be admired, it's like I get this rush of power whenever I am on stage. I can truly be myself when I'm performing. Some of my best performances are the ones that are never spoken about.
I like to go to the beach at night and sing. I don't really advocate being cruel to humans. I don't believe in taking slaves, harming children, or harming those lucky humans who have transcended their disgusting state through great musical ability. Still sometimes I like to call men to the water. Make fishermen abandon their boats as they drive onto rocks. When they are called by my song they become entranced, they look at me like I am the only person in the world. Sometimes I swim away content to remain in their minds like some sort of strange dream. However when I am pursued by a human I give them the full show. For if they come to me it means they want to die. They want to get away from their wretched mortal lives and reach for something more magical. Male or female I embrace them and kiss them passionately before dragging them to the bottom of the ocean. Really it's the kindest thing I can do for them. I give them a beautiful death, prevent them from destroying anything else, and give them a great purpose in feeding the fish. It's silly but I feel guilty about some of them. I know I shouldn't, but I do. That's why I don't do it very often, but when I am feeling down nothing compares to the rush of someone wanting you like that.
In my spare time I like to shop, I love fashion. I also love to dance although I'm not particularly good at it. Simply sitting on the beach or going for a swim is enough to make me happy. When I am not listening to music I enjoy silence. Sometimes I go on vocal fasts not speaking for days before a performance. It's a bit odd but it saves my vocal cords and when I finally do sing it feels so much more special. I'm not very hard to please, but I do have a few things that bother me. I am a music snob and while I enjoy a wide range of music I can't stand rap or country music. I am terrified of spiders and rats. I despise olives. I hate being in situations where I have to talk to people I hardly know. My brothers, sisters, fellow musicians, and a few cousins are the only people I feel comfortable talking to. When I am comfortable with someone I am a bit more open, but I am more of a listener then a talker. I try to be a good friend, I like to take care of people, but I'll admit I'm not the most reliable person in the world. Sometimes I will have to stop and write down some lyrics, or go on practicing for another three hours till I have perfected something. I mean well but I'm late, and sometimes I don't show at all."
I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR ABOUT YOUR HISTORY ... I'M SURE IT WILL BE INTRUIGING!
" I was born as the oldest child to Arista Adrastos and her husband Klepto. My family is third in line to the throne, and I am thankful for that. It allows us more freedom then that of the head families, and it meant that my parents were a little less intense then others. I was really fortunate to be born to parents who actually liked each other, as opposed to many of the unhappy arrangements in the rest of my family.
As one might expect we were financially well off, but the wealth and title don't come without a sense of duty. Although it is blessedly unlikely I will ever hold the throne, my Mother Arista always expressed the importance of representing the family name. We came from better stock then most so it was important that we always live up to expectations.
For a while it was quite difficult for me to feel like I could do that. I was the ugly duckling of the family. I was always tall and gangly for my age. I had these huge blue eyes that didn't quite fit the rest of my face, and I was very pale. Looking back on family pictures I can see why I was teased and called names like alien. I was always fine in the water, but on land my movements were awkward and I was always tripping over my own two feet.
My brother Lysandros is the prettiest one in the family, my sister Myrinne has her art, and Nikias well he is the baby. I had to find something to set myself apart and become worthy of attention. I found that I had a talent for music. Of course musical talent is expected for a siren, but I found that my talents didn't just lay in my voice I had a real talent for other areas of music as well. I took to playing piano and violin and piano very well, but even with natural talent you have to work towards achieving perfection.
As soon as my mother realized that I had some talent she worked towards developing it. I had private lessons and tutors to help me learn to play, but I also pushed myself quite hard to improve. I didn't want to be known as the ugly strange one in the Adrostos clan, I wanted to be the best musician that the family had ever produced.
I admit I am still obsessively pursuing my goal. Music has been the guiding force in my life for quite some time now. Not a day goes by where I am not practicing, composing, or performing music. I have done some traveling to learn more about my craft. At some point I am supposed to settle down and marry, but for right now music is my only love. "
AH, AND WHO IS THIS AMAZING MASTERMIND BEHIND THE LIKES OF YOU?
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Hi My name is Ally but that is taken so I guess I'll be Queenie here. I am 27 I found this site through an add on Caution 2.0. I am on Eastern Standard Time."
In hindsight setting him on fire was a bit of an overreaction.
Zoey didn't say that out loud of course, although it would certainly get a nice rise out of her psychologist. She didn't say it out loud because it wasn't true, or at the very least it wasn't true for Zoey. For all her lunacy, Zoey had never been violent. The most destructive thing she had ever done involved freeing a small herd of llamas from a run down petting zoo. That was how she ended up here; sitting on a dull gray couch, in a dull gray office, in a dull gray mental ward. Speaking to Dr Walters a rapidly balding older gentleman whose face seemed to permanently be twisted into a sympathetic smile.
She was supposed to tell the good doctor, everything. How she was feeling that day physically and emotionally, how she was getting along with everyone here, and most importantly talk about her delusions. Zoey couldn't help but feel like talking about the voices in her head was a bit of a trap. If she told the truth he just might be able to help her get better and leave this place, if she just kept her mouth shut and pretended like the meds were working maybe she would get out of here even faster. If nothing else Zoey knew for certain that she could not share the most recent phrase that had drifted into her mind. Talk of setting people on fire guaranteed her a one way trip to the high security ward and Zoey really didn't want that.
She wanted to know what that strange phrase meant. It had been said a voice she didn't recognize. Zoey heard voices in her head all of the time, but for the most part there were two or three speakers who had been with her for as long as long as she could remember. This voice wasn't at all familiar, it didn't sound like the others, this one seemed like more of an echo then of someone actually taking to her. This voice was from a woman with a strong southern accent and beyond that she knew nothing. Not that Zoey knew too much about her other voices of course, the most talkative one was male and a borderline fanatical Neil Diamond fan. Yet for the most part Zoey didn't know anything about them. Mostly the voices asked her to do things, or they told her information, every once in a blue moon they were encouraging. The voices never answered her questions, not directly anyways. The good doctor said this was because the voices were part of her, expressing repressed parts of her personality and speaking for her true desires. Zoey wasn't sure of her own sanity, but thought this theory was wrong. How could the voices be her repressed desires when they never asked her to do anything she liked. The voices told her that they were real and that Dr Walters was full of shit. Literally, according to the voices the Doc had been constipated for the past week. Of all the fun and exciting delusions to have why this one. Zoey could be convinced that she was Marilyn Monroe or that she had been abducted by aliens, why on earth would her mind create delusions about the bowel movements of a middle aged man.
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Zoey didn't say that out loud of course, although it would certainly get a nice rise out of her psychologist. She didn't say it out loud because it wasn't true, or at the very least it wasn't true for Zoey. For all her lunacy, Zoey had never been violent. The most destructive thing she had ever done involved freeing a small herd of llamas from a run down petting zoo. That was how she ended up here; sitting on a dull gray couch, in a dull gray office, in a dull gray mental ward. Speaking to Dr Walters a rapidly balding older gentleman whose face seemed to permanently be twisted into a sympathetic smile.
She was supposed to tell the good doctor, everything. How she was feeling that day physically and emotionally, how she was getting along with everyone here, and most importantly talk about her delusions. Zoey couldn't help but feel like talking about the voices in her head was a bit of a trap. If she told the truth he just might be able to help her get better and leave this place, if she just kept her mouth shut and pretended like the meds were working maybe she would get out of here even faster. If nothing else Zoey knew for certain that she could not share the most recent phrase that had drifted into her mind. Talk of setting people on fire guaranteed her a one way trip to the high security ward and Zoey really didn't want that.
She wanted to know what that strange phrase meant. It had been said a voice she didn't recognize. Zoey heard voices in her head all of the time, but for the most part there were two or three speakers who had been with her for as long as long as she could remember. This voice wasn't at all familiar, it didn't sound like the others, this one seemed like more of an echo then of someone actually taking to her. This voice was from a woman with a strong southern accent and beyond that she knew nothing. Not that Zoey knew too much about her other voices of course, the most talkative one was male and a borderline fanatical Neil Diamond fan. Yet for the most part Zoey didn't know anything about them. Mostly the voices asked her to do things, or they told her information, every once in a blue moon they were encouraging. The voices never answered her questions, not directly anyways. The good doctor said this was because the voices were part of her, expressing repressed parts of her personality and speaking for her true desires. Zoey wasn't sure of her own sanity, but thought this theory was wrong. How could the voices be her repressed desires when they never asked her to do anything she liked. The voices told her that they were real and that Dr Walters was full of shit. Literally, according to the voices the Doc had been constipated for the past week. Of all the fun and exciting delusions to have why this one. Zoey could be convinced that she was Marilyn Monroe or that she had been abducted by aliens, why on earth would her mind create delusions about the bowel movements of a middle aged man.
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