- Name
- Isabel Marcela Rivera (originally: Iara [redacted])
- Age
- 23 (legally 25)
- Gender
- Female
- Species
- Encantado (Pink River Dolphin mermaid)
- Occupation
- Hiding & Hustling
- Appearance
- A somewhat tall woman with mid-dark skin & vitiligo freckling, black hair with pink fringe, and big doey brown eyes. Very... uhh, thrifty...? ^^"
- Personality
- Quiet, jaded little over-confident gremlin of a woman. Somehow manages to be laid back & neurotic at the same time.
- Abilities
- Mermaid/siren stuff, influenced by Encantado lore
- Situation
- On the run, lol. Lives in a camper van.
Appearance
- Height
- 5'7"
- Body
- Lean, toned, nice curves but is more on the willowy side. Mid-dark skin, tons of little pinkish vitiligo spottings. No scars.
- Face
- Delicate, sharp nose, full plush lips. Sharp teeth.
- Eyes
- Big and doey, long lush lashes. Very dark brown.
- Hair
- Black (extremely dark brown) with chunks of pale pink, mostly in her fringe for now. Some individual pink streaks littered through. It’s thick, silky, and straight with a slight bit of beach wave. Worn short for convenience, with longer fringe.
- Clothes
- Whatever she can find. Often oversized and thrifty/vintage looking, but she’s not picky right now.
- Other
- There's a blow hole at the top of her head that usually closes when she's people but never really disappears completely. Usually covered by her hair or hats.
Personality
Independent: Experience alone has crafted Iara into a strong, confident little bad bitch. aside from the constant neurotic thrum under her skin, Iara’s default is an almost sleepy laid-backness. She knows she’s hot, she knows she’s powerful, and she knows she’ll do whatever it takes to protect herself. No matter what.
Scrappy: Iara’s resourceful. She’s driven, stubborn, and unafraid to get her hands dirty. She’s weird and be-goblin’d. She’s scrappy. No matter what it costs her, no matter what she has to do, she’ll make it work. She’ll make it.
Watchful: Iara’s not stupid. She’s alert, sometimes overly so, because she’s being followed and she knows it. She’s the monster that’s born from borderline-nauseating and entirely well-founded confidence, FruitNinja’d up with two loaded glocks and a bucket of primal neuroticism. Don’t fuck with her, man, she fucks back.
- Additional Information
- Honestly, Iara craves some stability. She’s journeyed for a long time, and now she kind of wants a nap. Too bad the price of gas is higher than most GPAs & she can’t stay hidden for long.
Might rewrite this once I figure out her personality a bit more.
Abilities
- Ability Format
- Standard
- Advantages
- + Area Empowerment (Underwater)
+ Camouflage
+ Elemental Projectile (Water)
+ Supernatural Beauty
+ Swim Enhancements
+ Unique Sense (Echolocation)
- Disadvantages
- - Cold Blooded
- Dehydrated
- Lure (Large Parties/Festivals, Attend)
- Pollution Sensitivity
- Restricted Diet (Freshwater fish, amphibians, etc)
- Weakness (Salt)
- Core Advantage
- Mesmerizing Song:
Iara has all of the abilities described by Mesmer, and is also able to expand on them a bit. Iara can weaponize eye contact to temporarily subject others to intense visions as long as the contact holds. She can also use self-made music to temporarily sway the emotions, intentions, and/or desires of those who can hear it. The particularly weak-willed may even be lulled into a complacent, inactive state, similar to a classic Siren’s song. The actual results of this power are case-by-case and entirely up to rper discretion.
- Core Disadvantage
- Ipupiara’s Curse:
On the night that Iara escaped the Amazonian black market, one of her “victims” cursed her in his fear. He connected her essence to that of the Ipupiara, an ancient indigenous legend of a man-eating freshwater monster. The curse left Iara with the ability, and eternal subliminal craving, for human flesh & blood— especially that of men. It’s a curse she can control… well, mostly.
- Bonus
- Iara used Splash (Nothing Happened…):
Iara has a weak ability to manipulate and levitate the water around her, including pulling it from air or absorbent materials. She can independently manipulate up to 5 gallons of water at once via levitation, shaping, etc. She can also shift the temperature of up to a hot tub’s worth of stagnant water around her, which takes exhaustive effort to maintain longer than a few minutes if part of a larger body of water. Iara can’t freeze the water or warm it hotter than an average hot tub.
- Nerfs and Flavor
- Cold Blooded: Flavoring this a little. She’s not actually “cold blooded” in the reptilian sense, but her species is adapted to Amazonian river/jungle climates. So, her cold tolerance is functionally the same.
Swim Enhancements: Can’t breathe underwater; only hold her breath for 10 minutes. Has a blow hole on top of her head that closes in full human form but never fully disappears, & can function as a second way of breathing air. Otherwise, her main enhancement is the ability to shift into a dolphin-type mermaid.
Current Situation
- Occupation
- Crime, odd jobs, drug dealing, sex work if she must...whatever pays in cash.
- Housing
- An old, run-down-fixed-up scrappy-lookin camper van. Her baby.
- Wealth
- Not much. Has a bank account, but most of her stuff is in her car, if not already invested into the car itself.
History
- Date of Birth
- Unknown
- Place of Birth
- Small river settlement in Brazil. She can't remember the name.
Iara was born to a human woman who was seduced by a landwalking Boto/Encantado during a festival. She was forbidden from the river after her father tried to steal her at the age of 1, however the lack of river access almost proved fatal for Iara. In the end, her mother took her to the river on her 6th birthday and let her go.
Iara stayed with her father & his pod for a long time, residing primarily in the paradise-in-Atlantis-like Underworld of the Encante. However, unable to fully shift, Iara felt drawn to the surface, where she began sneaking off to alone. She was spotted and kidnapped when she was 10. They tried to use her to get to Encante, but, only being half dolphin, Iara could not, so they devised other uses for their mermaid. Upon being boated back up the river, Iara eventually passed by the burnt-down remnants of her home, and realized they must have been searching for her for quite some time.
Iara spent 3 years changing hands across South America before... peacefully escaping in Venezuela, and being afflicted with her curse in the process. From there, Iara fled, fought, and fucked her way all the way into Central America. She blended in as long as she could until she was found by pursuers or forced to move on due to the... consequences of some of her local endeavors, oops. She made money where she could. Costa Rica was gorgeous, Mexico was delicious, but she never stayed in one town for too long.
Iara escaped Mexico by the skin of her teeth and hitched a ride over the border. She spent a while in California, eventually purchasing her camper, and even attempted to settle down for a bit in San Francisco. In the end, though, her pursuers found her, and so Iara was on the run again after taking them out and buying herself some time. She's since scraped together enough cash for yet another set of new faux legal papers and a couple new sets of paint for her camper.
For now, Polaris Pass is just the most recent rest stop. Part of her wants to hope that this place might stick, what with all the supernaturals in town, and what with the 10 different false trails she paid a couple "friends" to lay out for her pursuers. But Iara hasn't survived on hope. She's lasted on grit, and so when she day comes for her to leave this place, she'll go.
Iara stayed with her father & his pod for a long time, residing primarily in the paradise-in-Atlantis-like Underworld of the Encante. However, unable to fully shift, Iara felt drawn to the surface, where she began sneaking off to alone. She was spotted and kidnapped when she was 10. They tried to use her to get to Encante, but, only being half dolphin, Iara could not, so they devised other uses for their mermaid. Upon being boated back up the river, Iara eventually passed by the burnt-down remnants of her home, and realized they must have been searching for her for quite some time.
Iara spent 3 years changing hands across South America before... peacefully escaping in Venezuela, and being afflicted with her curse in the process. From there, Iara fled, fought, and fucked her way all the way into Central America. She blended in as long as she could until she was found by pursuers or forced to move on due to the... consequences of some of her local endeavors, oops. She made money where she could. Costa Rica was gorgeous, Mexico was delicious, but she never stayed in one town for too long.
Iara escaped Mexico by the skin of her teeth and hitched a ride over the border. She spent a while in California, eventually purchasing her camper, and even attempted to settle down for a bit in San Francisco. In the end, though, her pursuers found her, and so Iara was on the run again after taking them out and buying herself some time. She's since scraped together enough cash for yet another set of new faux legal papers and a couple new sets of paint for her camper.
For now, Polaris Pass is just the most recent rest stop. Part of her wants to hope that this place might stick, what with all the supernaturals in town, and what with the 10 different false trails she paid a couple "friends" to lay out for her pursuers. But Iara hasn't survived on hope. She's lasted on grit, and so when she day comes for her to leave this place, she'll go.
Additional Information
- Art Credits
- Anything Else
- Iara speaks Spanish, Brazilian Portugese, and English. Brazilian accent influenced by several Spanish-speaking regions.
