ADELIZA, delma gizane

[delma]

DELMA GIZANE ADELIZA !?

'i'm not so naïve. my sorry eyes can see.'

hey there! so, tell us all about you... let's start off with the basics. what do we need to know?

"I'm twenty-two years old and my name is Delma Gizane Adeliza. It's a name derived of first German and, then later, Greek influences and I can't say that I'm too fond of nicknames. I am of an old merpeople clan, a very traditionalist family, pure of blood and set in their ways. I'm told that I am quite pale, as is most of my family, with blonde hair and blue eyes. I wouldn't know myself: I was blind at birth and I have remained so my entire life. Most of my early life was spent in the water, as I was most comfortable in those surroundings. I was able to focus my attention on learning the benefits of sonar, something that a good deal of aquatic creatures utilize. I'm pansexual being that I really have no way of telling what a person looks like in order to decide whether or not I harbor an attraction to them. So all people and manner of beings can hold my attention, so long as they keep my interest with good conversation."

so, a little birdy told me that you're pretty gorgeous... describe yourself.

"Now, this is a difficult question for me to answer, as you'd imagine, but I'll try my best. As I said before, my hair is blonde, a color that I can't say I'm familiar with. I'm unfamiliar with any color, so pardon my ignorance. My eyes are blue and I have a decidedly fair skin color. I weigh a good one hundred and ten pounds and I stand at about five foot eight, perhaps taller when you add my tail fin into the mix. I'm told that I look like Gemma Ward. But really, that doesn't help me too much, does it?"

i'm sure that your personality is something else completely, tell me all about your self, can't wait to hear it!

"I wouldn't say that I'm a complex individual. Most people would disagree with you. I suppose I could start with basics. You know. General likes and dislikes. I'm very much into swimming, naturally. It would probably be odd otherwise. And ice cream is a heavenly invention. I've grown very fond of coffee flavored types. With chocolate. On that note, I'm a huge fan of coffee. Which does nothing for my grace, or lack thereof. I'm an incredibly clumsy person, you see. My land legs aren't as practiced being that I've only lived ashore for a total of eight years. Not to mention the blindness. We don't keep fragile decorations in the house simply because I'll break every single one into little pieces. Damn. Where was I? Managed to go off on a sort of tangent. I suppose I'll go back into my interests? Well, I've always been rather partial to fish being that I grew up on such a diet. So sushi is just delightful. It's so interesting, the flavors that people can produce with such base ingredients. And I really love to cook. Of course, I can't do it, not really. But when someone else is cooking, they sort of stand behind me and have me grab whatever I need and then do it for me. It's almost the same.

As for things that I don't particularly enjoy, cigarettes would be one. I've tried them and it was a painful experience. For some reason, my reaction to the smoke was not remotely pleasant. Some people describe it as a calming experience and for me it had the opposite effect. Besides, it's probably not a brilliant idea that I be holding anything on that is too hot. And I can't really stand the pressure that supernaturals put on me to pick a side in this crazy war going on. To be honest, I suppose I should say I'm dark-aligned considering the fact that I don't trust the humans. To be fair, they've killed a good deal of merpeople in the past, what with their nets and fishing gear. In the centuries before, my people were hunted by ignorant sailors trying to strike it rich by hooking themselves a mermaid. And humankind can't just up and suddenly change. They've been given hundreds of years to try and change. I guess that brings me to another thing that irritates me. Copious amounts of optimism. As if we're going to wake up one day and the humans are going to shower us with hugs and kisses and acceptance. It's bullshit. But the most insanely annoying thing that I have to cope with is pity. As if my life is of a lesser quality simply because I don't have sight. If anything, I'm better off. I don't have to witness the destruction and turmoil happening around us. I don't have to see people dying. I don't have to remember the faces of those trying to kill us. I don't need anyone's pity.

I really don’t need too much help. Well, not in the water, anyway. On land, it's a bit different. I live with friend who does a lot of things for me. Sets out clothes. Makes me coffee. I mean, I'm blind. There are going to be some things that I just can't do and I've come to accept it. I'm not a sob story. In fact, it's made me stronger living this way. And it's enabled me to use that little sonar thing I was talking about earlier. My ears are hyper sensitive as is my center of balance. Occasionally, I worry that there's something wrong with me. I'm definitely frightened that I might lose another one of my senses. It's not a high probability that I will, but what if? And then there's the idea that I might actually one day see. That scares me to no end. To suddenly know what everything is, what it all looks like. Now that's terrifying. What if I don't like it? What if it's horrible? Really, I try not to think of it.

So I'll stick with my 'handicap.' Really, I'll be fine. Honestly, it would be nice to find someone that really understood that. Understood that I'm perfectly happy in my situation. I never had sight to begin with so it isn't as if I have lost something. Having someone that just got that would be peachy. And between you and me, I have gone speed dating once in a desperate attempt to find someone that reacted differently to me. It was a flop, of course. But at least I gave it a shot. They were nice enough guys, I suppose. Human, for the most part, I'm sure. I don't know what I was thinking. I wouldn't have dated a human. I don't despise them so much as I am wary of them. But I wouldn't date one. I'm generally decently sociable. I get along with people just fine. Humans too. However, I still believe that they need to be watched. They're like pets. They need to be trained, put in their place. They need us to watch over them. But for heaven's sake, I don't hate them. That would make me much like them, wouldn't it? Hating things that I don't understand?

My family is a bit harsher with their judgment but again I don't blame them for the misgivings. Humankind has earned their reputation. I was, for my first fourteen years, very united with my family's views. We're close, my family and I. But after spending time out of the water, after meeting some decent humans that didn't borderline barbaric, well, these notions begin to manifest into something a little different. It's nice, not hating someone before having met them and then genuinely liking others. The day we rise to take our positions of power I will be overjoyed and very willing to take care of all my lovely human friends, granted they follow the few rules I lay out for them."

i would love to hear about your past, i'm sure it's oh so interesting...

"I was born twenty-two years ago by the Atlantic ocean. Our family was part of a clan of about nine different families that still saw it fit to live their lives primarily in the sea. Which was a lovely upbringing, don't get me wrong. Upon finding out about my blindness, my mother kept me very close and as an infant, that's likely the best thing for you. My father, however, as I grew older, made a habit of stealing me away to open water. He stressed again and again that if whales and dolphins could communicate by sonar using high and low pitches that mermaids could do the very same. We are lovely singers by nature. It's a part of my species. And my father ended up being right to an extent. I was able to use the new ability just fine to get around the water. It didn't mean that I could directly communicate with ocean creatures, however, which was just fine by me: I believe that talking to a beluga wouldn't be anymore exciting than the life of algae.

By my thirteenth year I was excellent in the water. Much better than when we took our trips on to dry land. I felt out of place, vulernable. This was something I was not used to. So when I turned fourteen, even I was shocked at my willingness, nay my desire, to go ashore. I wanted to live on land. Meet the other supernatural creatures that my maiden friends told me of. Even talk to a human close up. And it was most certainly frowned upon, this need for self-discovery. When I look back on it, I can't say that I had much part in the idea. Honestly, it felt as if I didn't have a choice. Like something was pulling me along by a string. And it was terrifying at first. For the first year, one of my sisters lived with me. She took care of me, setting out my clothes in the morning, explaining vehicles and the importance of cross-walks. And she made me promise to keep my identity a secret from the humans, which I was more than happy to comply with. I can sense the water around me on land, even. I can smell it, feel it. I can't use some adapted version of the sonar that I used in the ocean. I simply can't vocalize at such a frequency. But my senses, so uncannily magnified by my loss of another sense, most certainly help me to avoid... exposure day to day.

By the time my year on land was up, I begged for another. And then another. Each year, I grew very accustomed to the land and although I visited the water often, I still felt earth-bound. I was nearly eighteen when I was told to choose and well, here I am. I haven't heard directly from my family for a couple years but there has been a few half-hearted attempts to reach me. Stories of beautiful blonde-haired and blue-eyed men and women, asking for me by name. But none have ever approached me. I know they love me. They simply do not understand my choices. Most of the old families don't understand the first generation land-dwellers. It's a little lonely at times. But rewarding. And when my sister left I met a friend that takes care of me just as well. Sets out clothes when they think of it. Makes me food. Helps me cook the food. They're so good to me. And I do work. I decided to play on my strengths. A singer at a local jazz bar and grill. It's rather delightful. And the pay is all right. I'll be patient and bide my time. When we rise up, money will become obsolete for me. For our kind. And things will be put to their rightful place."

who is the amazing mastermind behind the likes of you?

"it's kiki! and i'm too lazy to type a lot here! i also have jackson bedard. yaaaaay. :3"

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