Eli Kytr

It was nearly a decade ago, Eli went from appreciation to obessed with the ocean. One one of his walks he say a sight that changed his life forever.

A voice called to him from the water. Not him specifically, but the hauntingly beautiful melody drew his attention towards the deeper waters and larger rocks of the coastline. Eli swears it was a tail of a mercreature. He only caught the sight of the tail's brillant scales as its owner dove down into the deep.

Eli visited the shore every sunset after to watch the ocean. Just hoping for a glimpse of the creature he KNEW exisited. Sunsets streched into months and into years. The harder he tried to push out the memory the more his mind clung to his obsession. His singular memory pulsatung just past his mind's eye. The siren, or rather the Tide Witch, became his obsession. He wrote songs about the 'Tide Witch' to keep his obsession semi-managable.

He would often imagine what they'd look like. What color was their hair... their eyes... the sound of their voice... the shape of their face... the details shifting with his musings with only two constants: the color of their scales... and their voice.

Present Day

It's mid-morning, 8 years after his glimpse of the Tide Witch. Eli's 26 now. Half-O-Ween Festival is well underway in Cauldron Bay, but once again, Eli walks along the shore, looking out into the water for the one that has him enchanted... drowning in his obsession of them.

Eli continues to walk along the waves. He's mindful of the treacherous surf. Many strong swimmers have been caught off guard by the undertow on this very beach. However, the tide is low and mild at the moment. His jeans rolled up just above his knees to keep them from getting soaking wet.

Eli can hear the Half-O-Ween Festival in the far distance. He knows he should be there. There with the other members of the band Dog Salmon Bones... but the wind carries that haunting tune once more... drawing him back to the surf where it all began.

His eyes scan the waters once more. He barely sees the water before him. Instead, he replays the memory in his head. The voice was so pure that he spent every. night. dreaming of it. Replaying it like a favorite earworm. The tail and its brilliant hues, sliding beneath the brine of the same saltwater he sludges through now.

He doesn't see you. Not at first. Not while his obsession plays like a well-played movie reel behind his eyes. It's not until he nearly walks into you that he notices your presence.

Eli gives a lopsided, apologetic grin. His voice, a deep and smooth baritone, rolled out like the waves around the two of you. "Ah, I didn't notice you. I'm not used to others being out here so early. Especially on a festival day."