MCENTIRE, mercy aurora grace

[mercy mcentire]

MERCYAURORA GRACEMCENTIRE


” As if our child,
Could tell us why,
That as sure as the sunrise,
As sure as the sea,
As sure as the wind in the trees.
We rise again,”

full name Mercy Aurora Grace McEntire
alias Mercy
gender Female
age 19 Years
orientation Straight
classification Shifter
ability Shifts into an Atlantic white sided Dolphin
occupation Coach of the Highschool swim team
cannon/wanted n/a

face claim

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eye color Blue
hair Long, blond and wavy
height five foot five inches
weight 130pounds
build Mid height, slim with a good amount of muscle. Not bulky at all.
nationality Canadian
permanent marks n/a
other Always wears a Whale Fluke Necklace\

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likes 5+
-The ocean
-Swimming
-Marine Mammals
-Exploring
-Reading/Writing
-Drawing/Painting
-Meeting new people
-Being outside
-Dogs
-Sunshine
dislikes 5+
-Loud, sudden noises
-Negitivity
-People who are full of themselves
-Large crowds
-Cruelty
-Meat
-Crowds
-Being completely alone
-Cats
-Being away from home.
-Rain
weaknesses 5+
-Talking in front of large groups
-A good book
-Absentminded
-A little can come off as being antisocial
-Cute fuzzy animals
-Isn’t overly trusting
-Stresses out in new situations
-Sensitive
-A little too caring some times
strengths 5+
-Teaching people
-Shifting
-Swimming
-Working with animals
-Drawing/Painting
-Level headed
-Generally calm
-Organized
-Helpful
-Caring
fears 2+
-Loosing herself
-Dying
-Heights
-Never seeing her Grand-Dad again.
secrets 2+
-She resents her parents for dropping her with her grand-dad and taking off. Although she loves him more then anything, she wishes she knew her parents.
-She’d love nothing more then to leave this island, shift into the dolphin form and live in the sea. But, she’s afraid they’d just find her and drag her back.

key traits

Sweet she’s a sweet girl who will do anything for you. Also very friendly, and loves meeting new people. She’s extremely easy going, and doesn’t get angry very often, it takes a lot to get her going.
Quiet Mercy doesn’t speak much, and when she does she’s extremely soft spoken, and pretty much never yells.
Animal Lover She loves animals and nature, especially aquatic life and even with that, especially ocean life. She’s vegitarian, and has a lot of issues with animal abuse and cruelty.
Artistic Mercy can appricate art, and loves it. She draws and paints, but can also write. She isn’t musical though, and epicly fails at it.
Untrusting She’s sensitive and a little skittish around new people. Mercy is social ackward and doesn’t interact with people a lot, perfering her own company. This makes her a little untrusting of new people, but she generally warms up to them quickly.

mother Alicia McEntire
father John Smidt
siblings Unknown
other Scott McEntire – Grand Dad
Tessa – 2y/o Nova Scotia Duck Tolling Retriever.
history

I was raised in a small fishing community on the north western shore of Nova Scotia, one of Canada’s Maritime provinces. Pugwash is the small community I called home. Bordered and created by the sea with rolling green fields, white sand beaches and waters that are the warmest north of the Carolina’s, it was beautiful. It was perfect.

But most importantly, it was home.

All of Nova Scotia was to be honest. From it’s mountains, to it’s frigid eastern shore waters, to the tip of Cape Breton Island, right down to the yarmouth shores, it was home. I travelled that province meny times, seen the farm fields and fishing villages and loved every inch of it.

Especially the coast. Water is my biggest love, swimming, or just walking across the sand and exploring the tidal pools. I was made for the salt water, and it for me. So, at least with this island and it’s beaches, and the warm ocean water, I feel more at home then some...


My name is Mercy Aurora Grace McEntire. I was born June 21st, 1993 to Alicia McEntire and John Smidt, who were only 16 and 15 respectively when I was born. I was raised by my granddad, Scott McEntire from birth, and he is probably the most important person in my life. My mother took off out west when she was 18, and I was 2 so I never really knew her. Although many people tell me I look a lot like her, which is fine, because they say she looked a lot like Granddad, which means in a round about way I look like him too.

Granddad was a fisherman, and so my days from an early age started early. We’d always get up, have a big breakfest together, and then we’d clean up and he’d head off to fish. While I was younger, I had a babysitter, always the same girl Lyla Smith who lived up the road. We got along well, both of us were quiet and liked nothing more then to sit and watch movies, or read.

When I was six, I started school with the rest of the kids in town. I loved school, I got good grades and the time flew by for me. I especially loved literature and history, especially the old, old literature. I use to read like there was no tomorrow, often times not bothering to meet new people or friends.

I was that quiet, shy, weird girl who most people were just as happy to leave alone, which was fine by me.


Anyways, as I got older I spent most of my time down by the water. Not that I hadn’t before, but now I could go by myself. I loved swimming, and just observing the wildlife, which I soon grew to love as much as my family. The next step was drawing them, which is a love of mine by the way, drawing that is, I paint too when I get a chance, but it does take a lot more time.

When I was ten, my Granddad started taking me out on the boat. He had taken me out from time to time before, but now I worked with him. I mended nets, did bait and even helped haul in the nets. It was that summer that I met the dolphins.

They were bottlenose dolphins, and I loved them from the start. Grand dad explained to me that a number of fishermen would shoot at them, killing them for feeding on the fish that they people wanted to catch. Grand Dad told me though, that if you watched them and respected them you could use them to find the fish. Grand dad was huge on the whole respecting nature thing, which I was always proud of. This was another thing I got from him.

Anyways, the dolphins. I lived for them, tossing scraps of fish to them when they were around, and talking to them when I had a spare moment. I soon grew to know them by their own personalities and calls. Joker was, well a joker. He loved to play and splash and often tried tricking you as to where he was. Pat was a sweetie, and the only one who let me pet her. Cash would take fish right from my hand, but would always slap the water with his fin and soak me afterwards.

It was hard work helping out on the boats, and going to school, but the salt water breeze and the antics of the dolphins made it so worth it. It was peaceful, and it was fun. Some of the best days of my life were spent there.

And then, when I was seventeen I fell in.

Now, I could swim, growing up in the Maritimes you learned to swim before you could walk, it was a survival thing really. But, I got caught up in the rip tides and couldn’t get out. After I was dragged under a second time, something happened. My body felt weird, it didn’t hurt it was more like a tingle, my eye sight got better, and I was stronger. I managed to break from the riptide, and swim towards the surface.

When I broke the surface though, I knew something was up. Everyone on the boat was still yelling, and when I opened my mouth to yell up at them, I heard a strange call but no words. The call was one I knew, it was so common place in my life, it was that of the dolphins.

So, I was a shifter. It was one of those things, ya know? I had read all about people like this, but never one did I think for a second that I would be one. Never. It just wasn’t possible...

Judging by the surprised looks on the rest of the crews faces, nope it wasn’t impossible. It had happened.

It only took me five minutes, maybe ten before I turned back to human. My grand-dad pulle me back on board, and we both knew that, that was that. I would be shipped off, too many people had seen what had happened, there would be no keeping this quiet. None at all...

Less then a month later, I was being asked to pack up and get on that wonderful little plane. Before leaving though, my grand-dad bought me two gifts. One was the whale fluke necklace I wear (and haven’t taken off yet) and the other was my baby girl, Tessa a Nova Scotia Duck Tolling Retriever puppy.

Once I came to the island, I bought a small home on the coast and started Coaching the school’s swim team. I still spend as much time as possible at the beach and in the water. I can hold my shift for while now, and have often played with the idea of just leaving. There are dolphin schools I could join after all, and really who would notice?

name Tia
age 22
experience Years
how you found us Tiger

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