Story:

Zariah was once a much different person. Once a man named Zayvion Rokudenashi, a menace to those who explore the seas. Born in a family that was emotionally distant from him, he had to be left to his other devices and developed a lack of affection towards others. As he became older and older he began wondering why he felt this way and even attempted to persuade a mermaid into affection, but it did not work eve closely. His attempts led him to making a potion for a mermaid to drink. But instead of her becoming affectionate towards him, she became loving towards another mermaid. He then noticed that he was finding it entertaining tho, more entertaining and gleeful than anything else his cold heart seemed to accept, slowly causing him to double down.

The Kidnapper of Mermaids: 

In his Young Adult year, Zayvion secluded himself from society, hiding away deep within the caverns in a forgotten mansion carved from the stones. Now spending his time in the shadows and stealing mermaids out on their own journeys, snatching them and forcing them to make them strongly affectionate towards other mermaids. Only treating these lives as little more than entertainment, and even years later began killing and burying mermaids that no longer looked the part, disposing of them like toys.

Soon, enough was enough. Enforcers from a nearby kingdom became aware of his horrific acts thanks to word of mouth and began looking for him. Eventually being found in his cavern in the middle of his ‘entertainment.’ The enforcers rushed into the area, a small group going to help free and help the mermaids involve, while the majority were focused on pinning and subduing the monster. Soon he was now captured, sent to life in prison for his crimes.

Jailtime and Revenge:

Zayvion, now captured and branded on his back while jailed within a high-security ocean prison, rest for what shall feel like an eternity while enclosed inside a concrete box. His tentacles and arms wrapped up in steal binds to make sure he can not escape. At first, his anger fulled him, he tried to break free from his bindings to no success. But as the months went on, all that was left was a permanent frustration from the cold demeanor he seemed to be known for.

Years felt like they passed by as he was left to rot in this coffin. The custodian came in for the day one night, bringing his meal with this time a pinkish bottle laying on it. Her eyes were hidden by the shadows of her hair, making it hard to recognize her… but she could recognize him, and her anger quickly shot to the surface. He looked on in wonder as to what was she doing, only for the tray to be thrown at his head, and his body pushed to the ground. She was screaming at him, shouting at him, her mertail making her press down against him. Her hand held the potion while the other was forcing his mouth open. Slowly he was noticing who she was: she was one of his victims that he kept before the enforcers came.

He tried his best not to drink the potion inside the bottle, but the glass was being forced into his mouth, no amount of shaking would break him out of it, as he was soon forced to swallow the content within. His body began feeling odd, slimmer in a way with longer hair, his face altering, and mood quickly changing. No longer was he cold, but it felt confused, scared, and helpless. He felt uncomfortable as she began taking advantage of Z’s new state. Making her scream and trying to break free with no success. Only for the guards to come in, breaking the two up but confused. They even looked at the new Z, unable to determine what to do with her, as she wasn’t coming off like Zayvion. The court would end up deciding her fate for months and months.

Freedom but in a rut: 

When Z was released on good behavior, ‘she’ was more or left to face a new world on her own. It was hard for her to try to connect, especially thanks to her past and how anti-social she was. She ended up more or less drifting from mervillage to mervillage, with no one aware of her past and treating her like a new face. Tho it didn’t quench the awkward and uncomfortable gap inside her. 

Soon she drifted to a mervillage closer to the shorelines on her travels. As she looked around, she began seeing stories of this cecaelian within a fantasy story. In the time she read the material she seemed to be in, she came off as large and in charge, domineering and confident, and her magic seemed to be a force to reckon with. It took her a week of clearing her mind and absorbing the stories about her that she began not only regaining her confidence but also began rebuilding herself.

New in the mirror: 

Z slowly began to change her appearance and began to relearn magic. She once more became secluded from the outside world, but now acting more gleefully like a purpose began to return to her soul. It slowly took her months to began to change her outlook, often with self-help therapy like talking to herself in the mirror and slowly pinning down the voice she wanted. She began constructing her wand out of driftwood and [], her clothes coming from shipwrecks while fixed and sewn back together. 

After a year of preparing her new self, she practiced magic on some helpless fishes. She froze one in place, played with another with the currents, and the last one was a glowing contract in front of the fish with a stardust pen seemingly attached to its heart or soul. Her training paid off, as she couldn’t help but laugh in glee. She soon spotted a mermaid on her own in the distance and quickly swam to her and captured her in her tentacles. As she was wrapping around her, she was soon realizing a sudden affection towards them. She lightly felt it in her travels but now it was clearer to her. The old ‘him’ would have been startled and aggressive as to why ‘he’ was feeling this way and probably get violent. But she was no longer feeling that worried about her affection, seemingly embracing her affection as she pulls the mermaid close to her and caressed her hair.

Present Contract: 

Zariah Raylin, her new name, was now comfortable with her new life and her new magic doings. She once again hid from the world’s view but now inside a cave, decorated almost with a menacing aura while increasing her ego. She no longer felt shackled by her past actions in a way, feeling almost free with her new path in life. Now she took pleasure in an ‘active target,’ playing and toying with them. This Cecaelian Witch tends to put a curse on the little fishy she finds.