:: notes :: okay so I decided to draw them and 'write' them, the bio and backstory is below! turn your volume up, listen to the calming waves, and read on, if you wish :: bio :: name: bailey gender: cis female pronouns: she/her sexuality: lesbian (not out) - age: 19 moon-cycles (equivalent to about 1 human month, per moon-cycle) sign: (undecided) - species: mer-cat sub-species: winged royal mer-cat - personality: . bubbly + . compassionate + . emotional = . excitable = . arrogant - . egotistic - likes: . the beach . adventure . girls ;) . flying . clouds . being rebellious . being liked dislikes: . any sort of discrimination . others who don't listen to her . the old ways her species view the lbgtq+ community (non supporters) . being 'too' clean . swimming - royal status: princess of the coral reef public status: generally liked :: backstory :: okay so its not really a 'backstory' as such, since I have so many ideas for her, and I really wanna turn her and her species into a comic or something, it will be a sort of 'short story', one based on this drawing! if I do win her, I will probably brainstorm and write information, going into detail, about her species lore and traditions. anyway,, ~ it was a rather breezy early-morning, on coral island, as bailey lay in her tangle of sea-weed, which was supposedly a bed. she wasn't asleep, she was quite the opposite. bailey was quite a light-sleeper, somehow finding more energy from a 20 minute power nap, than a 6 hour deep sleep. she pricked her ears, her brain seeming to come into focus, as the faint, but familiar, sound of waves echoed from her slightly ajar window. her eyes lit up, a small smile spreading across her face. she knew that sound. she loved that sound. she almost craved for that sound. you see that sound meant, that it was time for her daily routine to begin. bailey reached a paw up to grasp one of the strands of sea-weed, struggling to pull herself up from the awkward laying position she had somehow fallen in to. taking a small sigh of determination, she pulled herself up, and slowly climbed out of her sea-bed, closing her eyes briefly, to relish the victory. opening them again, she took a moment to let the faint sound of the waves overcome her, despite it being hardly recognisable. after a couple of minutes had passed, she blinked twice, and shook out her fur, waking herself up a little more. then, bailey padded towards her window, and rose up onto her back legs, using her wings a little for balance. bracing herself for the refreshing, but a little overwhelming, blast of early-morning air, she pushed the window open, feeling the strong, persistent wind flush through her fur, and make her ears quiver slightly. the smile on her face grew wider yet, as her usual morning routine began. bailey took in the fluorescent colors of the beach-side village around her, as she padded down the soft pathway, the wind doing nothing more but gaining strength. don't get her wrong, she enjoyed flying, no, adored it, but there was something about the familiar buildings around her that gave off a sense of comfort, and an almost safeness. bailey stopped for a moment, glancing upwards behind her, as the faint glow of the sun began to emerge, casting a warming pool of yellow light on her fur. panic hit her briefly, a swarm of angry bee's stinging her chest momentarily. the sun was already rising, she wasn't going to miss it,, right? she hadn't left it too long? the sudden anxiety left her as soon as it had surprised her, as an adventurous grin spread across her face. lowering her front legs, as if challenging the sun itself, bailey braced herself. then, without a second more, she sprang upwards, leaning harshly forwards, extending her legs to form a graceful look. quickly, she lifted and extended her wings, and as the greeny-turquoise feathers hooked onto the wind, she braced herself a second time for a whoosh of strong wind. sure enough, it came, and not a moment too soon. bailey was souring through the air, her paws stretched out in front of her, curved towards the end, almost as if she were a bullet. her mermaid tail was flapping wildly behind her, as if it too was enjoying the thrill of flying. despite her being only centre metres above the ground, the wind continued to carry her, like it was somehow obeying her silent commands. it wasn't too long before bailey reached the beach. the familiar glow of the beach crowded her vision, as bailey slowly came to a halt. the wind here seemed calmer, almost as if some unspoken rule of peace had settled upon the beach. unhooking her feathers from the wind, and folding her wings so they rested on her back, she slowly glided to the ground. bailey smiled to herself, as the familiar sensation of the sand bathed her paws, and the warming, gentle heat of the sun laid on her back. forgetting the sudden burst of energy earlier, a haze settled on bailey, as she slowly padded towards the ocean, ++
++ her gaze set on her usual sitting place. if you hadn't figured out what bailey's daily early-morning routine was, well,, it was simply watching the sun rise. bailey didn't always seem like the type of girl to fall in love with a simple sight, but the calming view always managed to, somehow, take her breath away. and since she adored the beach, it was always a plus to watch it from one of her favourite places. bailey sighed to herself, a feeling of pure calmness, as she slowly sat herself down, round about her usual place. she laid her tail down beside her, letting it rest on the soft sand, and bath in the sun's morning light. lifting her gaze, she took in the beautiful view before her. the sun, rising slowly, high into the sky, casting its familiar yellow light, with the ocean below it, glinting and sparkling, and the coral reef, even farther beneath that, showing its wonderful colors. and yet somehow, the sigh bailey let out this time wasn't one of happiness. it was one of sadness, almost annoyance. you see bailey's species, mer-cats, have an outdated view on certain subjects. such one being the lbgtq+ community. bailey had been taught from a very young age that, anyone apart of that community was bad, and not to be respected nor put up with. the reason? none really. probably traditions. but bailey had also known from a very young age that,, she wasn't straight. quite the opposite. bailey had always thought girls were more prettier than boys, and around the time she was 11 moon-cycles, she got her first crush. a girl, if I might add. but more on that later. baileys mother, the queen of the coral reef, was deeply homophobic, so bailey could not tell her that she was lesbian. bailey flicked her tail, suddenly snapping back to the present. she must've zoned out,, the sensation of the sun on her back had gotten warmer, meaning the sun had risen higher. she let out another long sigh. she shouldn't worry about what her mother would think. she liked girls and she couldn't change that. a small smile emerged on her face. no matter what, she would always support herself, be their for herself, look after herself, and be herself. the smile widening, bailey cast her gaze back out towards the sun rise, a new found confidence pulsing through her. the end! phew,, that took a while! but it was really fun to write :) thank you for reading if you got this far! :: credits :: art by me design by @_Spearmint all writing by me
