ALARIC CARTER

  the abandoned merman  


  ALARIC CARTER   a man said to be born of the Pacific Ocean, now a renowned artist dwelling in the heart of Chicago. Every piece he creates finds its place in museums, officially recorded yet never fully understood. Though many of his works are made for auction, whispers say they carry deeper meanings—secrets only a few dare to uncover.Lately, a sculpture has been discovered each night in a different district of Chicago. People are captivated by its beauty—they take pictures without hesitation. But then, blood begins to drip from the fingers… and soon, it spreads across the entire body. It doesn't come from any visible source—until the horrifying truth is revealed.The sculpture is no sculpture at all. It’s a human body, forged into stone. A perfect crime scene.No one knows who the culprit is, or what motive lies behind these chilling displays.Somewhere above, a man stands atop a rooftop, completely satisfied with the result of his art. Then, without a trace, he vanishes into the night.


about 
NameAlaric Carter
Height6"
Age29 (fake)
Place of BirthChicago, USA
Date of Birth12th of August
OccupationArtist in Museum Gallery of Art Chicago

  • Relation: Engaged with Amaury

  • What he likes: Amaury's bird form

  • Food Preference: He'll eat anything—so long as it's sour and spicy

  Personality 
He carries a charm that fits anywhere, and a warmth like the sun. But when it comes to murder, he becomes eerily stoic—his fuchsia eyes lose their light.
  Appearance  
Dark purple hair and matching brows, paired with striking fuchsia eyes. His fashion style is distinct and ever-present—until it's time for the scene. When that moment comes, he conceals everything, leaving only his fuchsia eyes exposed. Eyes that witness every detail of the art he's created.
In his mermaid form, his appearance shifts. His hair grows long, his legs replaced by a shimmering tail, and his ears take on the elegant shape of a mermaid's. A transformation as haunting as it is beautiful.
  TRIVIA:  He is a mermaid abandoned by his own blood, now surviving in the depths of Chicago. Art brought him success, but never peace.
Beneath the fame lies a quiet hunger—cold, deliberate, unrelenting.
Each kill isn't chaos. It's creation.
A darker kind of art, driven by a mind that no longer knows the difference.

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