dva
are you even trying?
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“the sea is emotion incarnate.
it loves, hates, and weeps.
it defies all attempts to capture it with words
and rejects all shackles.
no matter what you say about it,
there is always that which you can't."
- christopher paloni, eragon.
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pontus mikkel of the sea - luka volkov
20 ; november 13 ; scorpio
male ; bisexual
king of the deep - mayor
son of ursula
villain
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[SIZE= 11px]6'1" ; 183 lbs
brown shaggy hair[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 11px]dark, dull brown eyes[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 11px]bags under the eyes
in his home realm, he has scarce
scales on his neck, trickling down
to his collar bones. they continue
at his ribs. they are rough, like
a shark's skin.[/SIZE]
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+ wrath ; envy ; lust
- abstinence ; humility ; diligence
[SIZE= 11px]luka excels in the same dark magic that his mother practiced.[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 11px]he also is very charismatic; he is able to get out of (or into) situations if he finds it necessary.[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 11px]the prince is very literate. he speaks eloquently and uses poetic language even when he is angry.[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 11px]luka fears loss, instability, and isolation.[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 11px]choleric - choleric ; istj-a - intj-t ; neutral evil - chaotic evil[/SIZE]
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the beloved boy who played with the elvers is not the man who carries his dead mother's necklace in the same hand that changed everyone's fate.
[SIZE= 11px]pontus mikkel is the son of ursula, the late queen of the deep, and a russian sailor. disguised, the sea witch seduced him into letting her onto the ship. [/SIZE][SIZE= 11px]before the vessel's crew mysteriously perished, the woman had conceived her bundle of joy.
ursula treated pontus mikkel to whatever his little heart desired. he was her sugar plum, her lover boy, her sweet cheeks. she was his mama, his world,[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 11px]his queen. [/SIZE][SIZE= 11px]his devotion towards his mother only grew stronger as he grew taller. he heard of his uncle and how he was "populating the sea like sardines," and though [/SIZE][SIZE= 11px]he had never met triton, he had already developed a disliking for the man. ursula had assigned the boy tasks that included tricking cargo ships into thinking [/SIZE][SIZE= 11px]that he was a lost boy at sea only to collect all of their gold and jump back into the waters to return to his mother. this had begun his training in becoming [/SIZE][SIZE= 11px]a deceitful, manipulating villain like his mother. and enjoyed every moment of it.[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 11px]he had only met one other in his teenage years. a small, dark haired girl, who had fascinated him. she was ecstatic and eccentric; her eyes were wide and her dress was bright compared to the depths of the seas that he had lived in. she accepted his scales once she spotted them, unlike the sailors who had always jumped back in fear. he waited for her to stroll down the beach in the mornings so he could join her. she would sometimes peel off her dresses and push him back into the water, soiling the clothes that she had brought him so he would not be wearing seal's hide suits on their walks. he had fallen for her, and she for him.[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 11px]one day, he returned home from a fortunate mission, and found the underwater cave desolate. there were no eels to be found, nor his mother. she was to come back just before he did. in a panic, he rushed out of the cave and to the surrounding kelp forests and coral reefs, desperate to find a sign or a clue as to where his mother was. ursula was all that he had. the two lived together alone. his eyes scanned the areas for an eel; a messenger; something that would lead him to his mother.[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 11px]that's when he saw it: his mother's shell necklace, lying in the sand, seemingly weightless. the boy was frozen. he hadn't recalled ever seeing this [/SIZE][SIZE= 11px]not around his mother's neck. he began to glide to the jewelry. as he grew closer, the kelp forest swayed to the impact of his movements. his vision became red. it was all a bright crimson; he tasted metal. he had to stagger back; the pungent sensation of blood whirling around his body was overwhelming him. he finally pried open his eyes to see his queen, slain, in a ditch, with only her eels worrying over her.[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 11px]a rage sparked and began to grow in his ribcage.[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 11px]he carried his mother to their home and laid her to rest in her lair. flotsam and jetsam had informed him of her killer, and he cursed the man for allowing such a woman to fall to such a dehumanizing, embarrassing place where she would spend her last moments. he lifted the necklace to his lips and whispered a promise of revenge into the empty shell.[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 11px]the prince became the king. he kissed the girl goodbye and left the shore without a word. he couldn't sleep at night; the death of his mother and his inability to help in her time of need kept him awake. he plotted all night, sitting at his throne, staring into the cave's walls. no voices jumped off of them anymore. not even flotsam and jetsam spoke in the presence of their king.[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 11px]and then it struck: the idea that would make his mother proud and his uncle pay.
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in the mortal realm, luka is the mayor. his manipulative and charismatic manor grants him to work with great ease in such a profession. he knows what he has done; who he has affected and where they are now. he waits. he waits for their eyes to open, their hearts to shatter, and their souls to break.[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 11px]he has grown quite chaotic in his grieving and lonesome. the loss of his mother and sleep has sent him spiraling into a rage-fueled insanity.[/SIZE]
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"there was an ocean in the chest
a whale’s cries bounced off of every rib
sharks dragged against the skin of the heart
but it was as welcomed as the water that filled the lungs
and as welcomed as the waves that crashed against her sternum
there was an ocean in the chest
and the teenager wanted to explore the depths
and was not afraid to drown."
- wynne powell, there was there is.
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