@ atui!*

about

atui is 124 years old, sirens age on a different timer than humans- to them, 100 years is only around 20 years physically. sirens are immortal, and will stop aging after a certain point, usually around 1000 years. atui is considered a young siren.

atui
09/1/1902
intp
queer, demiboy
he/they
streamer, guitarist and vocalist of band merciless.

sirens kill and eat humans, however they can technically eat any meat. sirens in human form often become anemic due to the lack of human blood though. atui receives blood transfusions often.

sirens are gender neutral in their biology. oftentimes, male sirens have breasts. sirens can cross breed with humans regardless of the humans gender or sex.

001.

he was born far from shore, in the deep-blue cradle of a warm-water trench, where the currents carry stories like whispers. his pod was small — tight-knit and cautious — the kind of family that relied on each other for safety as much as survival. from the start, he wasn’t like the others. while the younger sirens darted after fish or raced through coral tunnels, he would hover still, trailing his fingers along the edges of anemones, watching how their tendrils swayed. he memorized the shimmer patterns on scales, the exact rhythm of the tide against the rock walls.to his pod, his silence was strange. sirens were social, their voices a currency of power and survival — but he preferred humming to himself, soft sounds only he knew the meaning of. conversations confused him; he often didn’t realize when he was being teased or when a game had turned into something dangerous.he learned to avoid sudden currents and bright, chaotic gatherings. the sea could be loud in ways that hurt — storms thrashing the surface, whales’ calls reverberating through his bones, even the clamor of his own kind during hunts. he liked predictable waters: the hush before dawn, the low thrum of volcanic vents, the way light filtered green through kelp forests.

002.

as he grew older, he felt the pull of the surface. humans were… messy, but fascinating. their movements were unpredictable, but their songs — clumsy though they were — stirred something in him. he began to spend more time in shallower waters, sometimes letting himself be seen by fishermen or sailors just to hear the way their voices changed when they spoke of him.atui longed for music. not the sharp, echoing calls of his pod, not even the gentle thrumming of whale-song — though he loved those, too — but something else entirely. he didn’t know the word for it until much later.
the first time he heard it, he had wandered too close to the surface, hiding among seaweed just off the hull of a ship. the water was calm, and through the wooden belly of the vessel, he heard it: notes that rose and fell like the tide, but unlike any sound the ocean had made for him before. it was messy, imperfect, and yet it held shape. it was… human.
he stayed for hours, barely moving, letting the strange vibrations spill through the water into his bones. his fingers traced the rhythm against his arm without realizing. when the ship sailed away, it left an ache in him he couldn’t name.he became obsessed with the way music sounded on land.

003.

too many had already died, caught in nets or harpooned before they could sink beneath the waves. the elders called for a meeting. voices clashed like storms. some wanted to retreat into the deepest, unexplored waters — places even human greed couldn’t reach. others argued for scattering, breaking into smaller groups to survive.his mind could remember every melody exactly, replaying them in the quiet hours when the rest of the pod slept. music on shore was so different..his pod didn’t understand. sirens sang to lure or to warn — music for its own sake was useless. but atui felt human music differently. it was pattern and unpredictability at once, order hidden in chaos. it calmed him when the ocean was too loud, and it sharpened his focus when his thoughts tangled.when the industrial revolution began, the ocean changed. the currents tasted of metal. humans were building ships faster, bigger, stronger — and they were looking further out. every season brought them closer.
but there was a third idea, a dangerous one: shapeshifting, blending into the humans themselves. sirens had always had the magic to alter form for short periods, but living on land, among humans, was another thing entirely.
most saw it as unthinkable. atui saw possibility. and so he left.