RE: The Grand OC! [CONTEST THREE: SIRENS! SUBMISSIONS WELCOME!]
01-28-2014, 05:38 AM
Username: Mirdini
Name: "That ol' saw? Sure, siddown, siddown. Now 'round these parts we don' call it "the local le-jun-da-ry serpent". It's got only one name, Injun name, n' that's... Iapihil."
Species: "Yer guess is as good as mine. Some say it's a snake, other folks' swear it's a gator. Now when mah granpappy - one a' them biologist fellas, hard ta believe, I know - spun me this yarn, he called it a...
Ah, righ'. Si-ren la-cer-tina. Somethin' 'bout it havin' no scales, ya see."
Gender: "What, ya think anyone's ever gotten close enough ta' tell?"
Color: "There's somethin' all the legends agree on. A shade a' green that blends righ' inta the water."(#567D3E)
Description: "Old as the trees. Heck, if ya believe summa them Injun tales... older th'n the 'glades themselves."
"How big? Broad as two men, n' longer'n three. Downrigh' pri-mor-dial. You go askin' 'bout it o'er at tha reservation, they'll try ta tell ya 'bout it havin' horns or summat. Buncha hokum. Now tha gills, why ya'd think you were lookin' at mangrove ferns."
Weapons/Abilities: "Now this's where mah granpappy had trouble believin'. A'course, 'e went off lookin' fer the damn thing n' never came back, so ah'm a bit more open-minded. Way them Injun tales tell it, it is tha swamp. Feels everythin' goin' on in there, and won' brook any man tryin' ta harm it. I ain't a superstitious man by heart, but even afore they protected tha 'glades in '34 this swamp 'adn't been touched."
"Face ta face with tha thing? You're outta yer mind. It'd feel ya comin' 'fore you ever saw it. Although... well, there is this one yarn I heard from an' ol' ranger. Said 'e'd... met it, right up close, and that once he'd seen eye to eye with it 'e jus' couldn't move. Cuckoo, right?"
"Still, 'e said 'e felt it... reach into 'is mind, shufflin' through like it was lookin' through a filin' cabinet. N' once it'd seen he meant no harm ta the swamp or itself, it let 'im go. Just like that."
"What would it'd've done if he had? Ah'd imagine it's got teeth like knives. You do the math."
Biography: "Go lookin' fer it? Yer a decade too late fer that, son. That's the last time - far's I can tell, at least - anyone's seen it. Heck, a year back some big outta-state contractor flattened a square mile a' the swamp fer real estate - special permits or somethin', iunno - n' nothin' stopped 'em."
"Dead? Doubt it. That thing was around 'fore we came to this land and by my reckonin' it shoulda been 'round long after we left. Nah, somethin' happened to it."
"What? Well, yer guess is as good as mine."
Name: "That ol' saw? Sure, siddown, siddown. Now 'round these parts we don' call it "the local le-jun-da-ry serpent". It's got only one name, Injun name, n' that's... Iapihil."
Species: "Yer guess is as good as mine. Some say it's a snake, other folks' swear it's a gator. Now when mah granpappy - one a' them biologist fellas, hard ta believe, I know - spun me this yarn, he called it a...
Ah, righ'. Si-ren la-cer-tina. Somethin' 'bout it havin' no scales, ya see."
Gender: "What, ya think anyone's ever gotten close enough ta' tell?"
Color: "There's somethin' all the legends agree on. A shade a' green that blends righ' inta the water."(#567D3E)
Description: "Old as the trees. Heck, if ya believe summa them Injun tales... older th'n the 'glades themselves."
"How big? Broad as two men, n' longer'n three. Downrigh' pri-mor-dial. You go askin' 'bout it o'er at tha reservation, they'll try ta tell ya 'bout it havin' horns or summat. Buncha hokum. Now tha gills, why ya'd think you were lookin' at mangrove ferns."
Weapons/Abilities: "Now this's where mah granpappy had trouble believin'. A'course, 'e went off lookin' fer the damn thing n' never came back, so ah'm a bit more open-minded. Way them Injun tales tell it, it is tha swamp. Feels everythin' goin' on in there, and won' brook any man tryin' ta harm it. I ain't a superstitious man by heart, but even afore they protected tha 'glades in '34 this swamp 'adn't been touched."
"Face ta face with tha thing? You're outta yer mind. It'd feel ya comin' 'fore you ever saw it. Although... well, there is this one yarn I heard from an' ol' ranger. Said 'e'd... met it, right up close, and that once he'd seen eye to eye with it 'e jus' couldn't move. Cuckoo, right?"
"Still, 'e said 'e felt it... reach into 'is mind, shufflin' through like it was lookin' through a filin' cabinet. N' once it'd seen he meant no harm ta the swamp or itself, it let 'im go. Just like that."
"What would it'd've done if he had? Ah'd imagine it's got teeth like knives. You do the math."
Biography: "Go lookin' fer it? Yer a decade too late fer that, son. That's the last time - far's I can tell, at least - anyone's seen it. Heck, a year back some big outta-state contractor flattened a square mile a' the swamp fer real estate - special permits or somethin', iunno - n' nothin' stopped 'em."
"Dead? Doubt it. That thing was around 'fore we came to this land and by my reckonin' it shoulda been 'round long after we left. Nah, somethin' happened to it."
"What? Well, yer guess is as good as mine."