A 10 year old boy growing into a wealthy, upper class family. Like most, never showered or payed attention to. Not even his "care"takers.

The only person he could confide in was his sister. A brave, intelligent girl who always seemed to cheer him up somehow.

At 19, she had passed. It left him alone, scarred. He had lost the only person who actually cared about him.

In his late teenage years, Nicholas had gotten into a group of friends, small, but people he could call family and a home to go to.

He easily climbed up in his career, a smart boy with an almost impossible level of courage.

At around 20, the man started playing into a "heartbreaker", "player" role within women. Well known at this point, passing from bed to bed, just to feel better, feel less lonely, forget about his sister's death.

And he never stopped, keeping them close but far at the same time.

That was until someday, when he was at a tavern, drinking, thinking of what he was.

He could hear a group of women gossiping and giggling between themselves while staring at him.

Of course, it made him feel good about himself, but he couldn't deny the sense of loneliness inside him.

He looked at them, and then behind them. An almost empty table was behind them. There was a woman.

An unshakeable, strong man softened by a woman he met at a bar. A woman full of elegance in her, well mannered.

They started dating, it was better than anything to him, they both trusted and cared about eachother.

Nine years have passed, you two married now, they had now two kids, a girl and a boy, Yoselin and Argyle.

But something had happened, his wife had mysteriously died of a sickness that had been around recently. He was broken once again.

One day at sea, he was doing his job as leader, as always. Strong waves started coming their way and their ship slowly but surely, fell to the side.

You were reborn as a siren, but looked exactly the same. You recognized him, the man who you before loved, slowly sinking deeper in the water.