This is our One on One RP. Please don't post but feel free to read:)

Name: Turin

Age: 23

Race: Merman

Looks: Strong, broad shoulders and a chisled chest reveal his physical strength. He has gray-green eyes, like the ocean during a storm, and thick waves of blonde hair, cut just above his eyebrows. His tail is the same colors as his eyes, a silvery gray, with traces of shimmering green.

Personality: Turin is soft spoken, but stubborn and headstrong. Once he gets an idea into his mind, or is given an order, there are very few things that break that focus and determination. He is extremely loyal to his friend, family, and his city. He cares deeply for all things, animal and plant alike. Turin rarely gives into his temper, although he has a lot of patience, it can be quickly worn down by some things. Poseidon help you if you manage to flame Turin's anger.

Likes: Food {a lot}; swimming aimlessly; reading

Dislikes: Overly talkative people; injustice; rudeness

Brief history: Turin is normal, for lack of a better word. He was born into a normal family that loves him dearly, raised up well, and was trained to be a guard for the royal family. While that in itself isn't what the normal mer-person does, he loves his job and has come to love the royal family like his own.

Name: Azra Pertheon

Age: 22

Race: Mermaid

Looks: Azra is slender but curvy and has honeykissed skin. Her hair is jet black and falls to the middle of her back in waves. She has electric green eyes and her tail is a shimmer of different colors, blue being the most pronounced. You could say it was her 'base' color and the other colors (rainbow of colors) our her scales.

Personality: Azra is very sweet and caring. She love's to take care of her people and would do anything for them. The whole ocean is her home and she hates it when things are destroyed. Azra has a temper but you don't see it much, only when she is pushed very very far.

Likes: Swimming, playing with her fish friends, seeing to her people

Dislikes: Rude people, destroyers of any life,

Brief history: Azra is the Princess of the Royal family, first in line to take the throne when it is time. She's grown up learning to be a leader and how to interact with everyone.

Swimming as fast as she could Azra dodged tall rocks and fish swimming about. Looking behind her she laughed. "Come on Turin! I can't believe I'm beating you," she called out behind her. Turning around she flickered her tail even harder.

Today Azra and her guard Turin were out swimming around for the fun of it. She had needed to get out of the Palace and this was his idea. Right now the two of them were racing to a meadow that was Azra's favorite place to relax at.

Turin laughed as he sped through the water, his powerful tail flashing in the streams of sunlight that wavered through the water. "That's only because I'm letting you!" He shouted ahead of him towards Azra. With a few fast, strong flicks of his fins, he streamed up next to her, and before racing off ahead of her, he flashed the princess a brilliant white grin, his stormy green eyes dancing with mirth.

He had seen how depressed she had been lately, wandering around the castle with nothing to do, so he had suggested a quiet day wandering the outskirts of the city, getting a nice breath of fresh air and some exercise. He loved being able to get out of the castle, and he loved being with Azra. She had quickly become his best friend, despite the rather large difference in class type. That never seemed to matter to either of them, and Turin had never been able to feel as comfortable with himself as he did when he was with her. She was definitely like a little sister.

With that thought, he turned his body around, swimming on his back, to keep an eye on her. Yep. Just like a sister: stubborn, energized, and total fun to beat at racing.

When Turin passed her Aza groaned but it soon turned into a laugh as he turned on his back to keep a watch on her. Turin always kept one eye on her, he was the best guard they had and he was also her best friend. That's why he was her guard and not her fathers or mothers.

She kept flicking her tail but couldn't catch up to him. Soon they came to her meadow and she slowed down. "It's not fair!" She called out to Turin. "You always win because your tail is bigger than mine and stronger." Azra gave him a mock pout, playing around with him. Her electric green eyes were shimmering from the excitement of the race they just had.

He laughed, a solid and strong sound. "I'm supposed to be stronger than you, otherwise I would make a very poor guardsman." He studied her pout with his hand on his chin. "Don't look at me that way, you know you are far too old for pouting and tantrums." While his tone was mockingly serious, his face was still beaming with merciless laughter.

"So, your highness," Turin said as he swept a very dramatic bow, "where are we off to now?"

Losing her pout Azra grinned at Turin. "I may be to old but you have to admit it works!" She said while trying hard not to laugh. "And yes I know that you're suppose to be stronger than me, doesn't mean it doesn't suck." When he gave her a dramatic bow Azra finally burst out laughing. Bending over she clenched her stomach. In between chuckles she spoke. "Oh Turin..you always can make me laugh. But to your question I'm not sure, what do you think we should do?" Azra began to start swimming in circles around Turin.

"That is part of my job." He said, in regards to making her laugh. "Well, the seaflowers should be blooming, we could pick some for your mother and father. Or we could have another race... Or we can collect shells... The choice is really up to you, Azra." He watched her swim in circles around him, his blonde hair waving gently as he turned in circles to pace her.

She had left her jet black hair unbound so as Azra continued to swim in circles it flowed behind her in the water. Shifting so she was swimming on her back Azra tapped her chin with a finger after pushing some hair from her face. "I think we should collect some seaflowers and shells, make a bouquet for my mother. You know how she love's those," Azra said with a smile remembering the last time she brought one home for her mother. "Where is that one place we went to last time?" She couldn't exactly place it in her mind so she hoped Turin remember where it was.

"Sounds like a good idea, and yes, I do remember the place you have in mind." He smiled fondly at his charge. "Race you!" He shot off behind a boulder that was covered in barnacles and other colorful sea critters. He waited until she raced past him, then came up behind her slowly and smoothly, careful not to disturb the water too much around her. He suddenly shot his hands out and tickled her sides, then zoomed off ahead of her, a stream of bubbles marking his passage.

"Come on slowpoke!" He called, his voice filled with laughter as he twirled around, waiting for her to catch up to him.

When Turin tickled her sides Azra laughed and lost her straight spin. He was such a cheater, he knew she was very ticklish. Flicking her tail she tried to catch up to him. After a few second's she caught up with him. "I am no slow poke! I'm fast for someone with my tail." She said with a smile. They swam together through an archway of rocks and were surrounded with all kinds of fish. Azra loved watching the different fish swim about, she had many fish friends back home in her city.

He just laughed some more as they swam among the fish. Colors of every kind shimmered about, some fish darting in and out of the sea grass that grew all along the sea floor here. Shells dotted the empty patches of sand, shimmering in the watery beams of golden light. "What sort of shells should I look for Azra? I can never remember your mothers favorite." Turin admitted. He let his body sink to the sandy sea bottom, lazily moving his hand back and forth through the sand, searching slowly for pretty shells.

Picking up a small blue fish Azra gave it a kiss before letting it swim off again. Smiling she twirled around and sank to the ground next to Turin. "She like's the multi color shells. Any shell's that are vibrant in color she will love!" In shell's she was just like her mother, they both loved vibrant colors. Drifting on the sea bottoms Azra looked for beautiful shell's. When she found some she put them in her bag that was looped over her head so it rested on her shoulder and the strap came across her body. "Are you finding any Turin?" She asked as she glanced back at him.