Quote:Nemo is the son of Poseidon, a "god of water." He's a Spirit, effectively a water spirit, and has lived in the water spirits' realm since he was born. He's not immortal, but he does have some special powers that he's been slowly awakening.

Quote:Nemo's human form is that of a young blonde boy. He's not too muscular, but he's not scrawny, either. Usually, he can be found wearing a vest and pants and, on some occasions, shoes. He usually prefers to go barefoot, however.

Quote:Nemo's reflection stared up at him as he leaned over the edge of his fishing boat, attempting to peer through the glaring mirror of the water's surface. He couldn't see anything because of the way the sun's rays hit the ocean, but he knew that below that crystalline, green film, his prize awaited him.

There was a flicker of movement, but he couldn't see anything certainly, so he paused. He clenched the net with his fists, biting his lip as he stared longingly at the spot where the fish had just been, waiting for it to move again, to make some sort of sudden jerk, a mistake, so that he could catch it, and finally say to the people back in the village that he was worth something.

It had been hard enough to win favor with his father's people, and now, for whatever reason, he was stuck in this little merchant village, attempting to curry their respect. It hadn't been difficult to secure a job as the town's fisherman, and also fishmonger, because no one else in the pathetic little village had any idea how to swim. They all knew the ins and outs of trade, but none of them could hold a candle to him in the water.

Perhaps he'd been cheating; after all, he did have a few extra advantages. Not only was he Poseidon's son, but he was also very adept at controlling the water in his surroundings. I suppose it just sucks for them, he finally decided.

There was another sudden jerk, and he quickly let go of one side of the net, letting it drop into the water. He dove over the side of the fishing boat, clenching his teeth as he submerged himself beneath the waves. He let out a breath once he got in there, swallowing a bit of the salty water but filtering it out through the gills inside of his mouth. Slowly, he pulled the fishing net closer and closed it up, smiling as a group of three or four fish - all the squirming made it hard to tell - had been caught nicely in his own personal spider's web.

Ashe Wrote:Just to be clear, are we injecting Greek God's in here? Poseidon etc?

Vad Wrote:Check your PMs, Ashe.

Juno Wrote:I'm pretty sure I want to switch, as sagas are really the only place where I can come up with legitimitely and consistently good ideas for Juno that I enjoy writing.

However, I am not sure about this character. I'll probably mull it over for a bit.