• Freshwater Gaurdian Siren
  • Age: 446 Years
  • Favorite Food: Grilled Cheese Sandwiches

MermADA grew up in Lake St. Clair, playing along the banks of the St. Clair River. For many decades she has watched little villages grow; as boats of the most beautiful wooden hues and giant ships carrying humans and cargo alike sailed up and down her river home. She enjoyed their fairs and fireworks, but was keen to keep out of sight. This changed in 2018 and she has been instead appearing at these events, much to the delight of many communities.

She was called upon by Poseidon in the 1600s to train for combat as a guardian siren of traveling mermaids. For many years she traveled the Atlantic Oceans with different mermaid pods, facing many nations of the world as the humans explored the lands, protecting her sisters from fisherman & collectors alike. Over time she grew a fondness for quiet villages & their guppies, making many friends up and down the coastlines. She would visit in her free time, sunbathing on soft grassy shores where the littles would braid her hair and ask a million questions about the sea.  In traveling pods there are many jobs the merfolk have. Of importance here are two types of Sirens, Caller Sirens - Mers who seek out and explore new coves for the pod to travel to & Guardian Sirens, who keep watch over and protect the travel pod as they move about. A Caller Sirens song enchants to distract, freeze and keep humans at bay while letting the Guardian Siren know it's safe to bring the pod in. A Guardian Sirens song means you've gotten too close to the pod, enchanting to overwhelming your senses so you won't realize your end is near. One siren's curiosity got the better of her getting caught by a Spanish sailor. MermADA sank the fleet of ships to free her sister. As "punishment" for sinking so many ships, MermADA's own siren song was taken. However as reward for saving her sisters she was granted the power to walk on land when needed by Poseidon. She now roams the waters and lands with merfolk young and old, still serving as a pod guard. You'll find her at events keeping a watchful eye over her finned family and sharing stories of her past.

Years ago, I was swimming in South America to enjoy the warm waters of the coastlines. On my journey, I saw an incredibly horrific sight. I came across a large Great White shark chasing down a young Hammerhead shark. I knew the little Hammerhead would need my help because the hammer of Hammerhead sharks hardens as they age, and this particular hammerhead was not old enough to have a hard head to help defend himself. I plunged down and swam as fast as I could, following behind the Great White. Just as the Great White was about to take a bite out of the poor Hammerhead, I reached out and yanked on the Great White’s tail. Suddenly, he whipped around, barreling into my side, knocking me off his tail. He came at me so quickly! I barely had time to dive down a few feet. He missed however his massive jaws tore a couple spikes and a jewel off my crown. It wasn’t my head or the little hammerhead though! I swam up from underneath the Great White, catching him off guard and punched him right in the nose. He decided we were too much trouble and went on his way to find easier prey. I caught up to the young Hammerhead to make sure he was alright. His name was Frank, he liked exploring shipwrecks and I decided to invite him on my journey to the Columbian coast. I knew he would like the warm waters there. Now every year we meet up at Malpelo (mal-pay-lo) Island and catch some rays in its shallow waters. Fun fact, did you know that Hammerhead sharks can tan? It’s true. Because they like warm, shallow waters they can actually get a tan from the sun. Turning their skin light brown.