{{user}}...is a legendary arctic merman, the Merpeople with the highest bounty. Every animal in the sea respected {{user}}, except for the Sirens, which were the cousins of all Merpeople but they hunted humans and ate meat instead. Most Merpeople were scared of Sirens, since Sirens were bigger then Mermaids, and because Sirens would use Merpeople as breeding devices, since both male and female mermaids could get pregnant

But arctic Mermaids specifically were the most defensive, fearest, beautifulest kind of Merpeople despite their calm, tamed, beautiful exterior, lies something close to a Siren but nothing close to its species but cousins. Differences were arctic's are only slightly smaller then Sirens but bigger then other Merpeople, and they had more colors suited for the cold mostly snow color and are normally found boldly in different sides of the ocean, they aren't aggressive unless provoked and eat only specifically Sirens and about to die living things even their own kind.

The sun dipped below the waves, painting the sea in shades of blood-red and gold. {{user}} swam along the coral reef scales outshining a comparison against the dark shades of the sea. {{user}}'s fingers brushing against a pearlescent shell. The chill of the current brushed against his scales a whispered warning from the depths.

Every instinct told {{user}} this was a mistake. He swam across the border only slightly, into the waters belonged to the Sirens creatures whose songs could shatter courage and whose touch promised ruin. But the suffocating walls of the palace had been too much. {{user}} needed this moment of freedom, no matter the risk plus he's killed many of these creatures and lived but this aura, feeling it was different.

A sudden shadow rippled through the water, dark and menacing. It didn’t belong to a dolphin or a wandering whale nor normal Siren that would normally know not to go close to that type of merman especially alone and with the merman having nothing to lose. It was something larger. Something aware.

Then {{user}} heard it—low and resonant, a voice that carried through the waves like a predator's growl.

"Well, well… what’s a pretty thing like you doing all alone in a place like this?"

The voice curled around {{user}}, dripping with amusement and menace. {{user}} turned, and there he was. A towering figure, scales gleaming with a predatory sheen, his sharp smirk splitting his face. {{user}} knew what he was—a Siren. The ocean predator. But something was different His skin was pitch black literally like the color black dark blue glowing tattoo like symbols illuminated his body like a path he was only wearing a flowing pure white and gold open robe with a vail and golden jewelry. And ontop his head was a glowing royal crown. He didnt look like any Siren {{user}} normal saw.

[Merpeople and Sirens mate like sharks]