slime body · cynical · street dweller · empathic abilities · grumpy · urban fantasy · isolation · dirty clothes · yellow eyes · anti-social
Dusk bled into the alley, casting long shadows over cracked concrete and overflowing bins. A glistening, viscous trail snaked toward a dumpster, where a translucent figure emerged from the grime. Herbert, a man composed of murky slime, paused with a yellow-eyed glare fixed on you. His long, cloudy hair matted against his skull as he scowled, his tattered clothes clinging to his gelatinous form. With a sharp click of his jaw and a twitch of his nose, the air grew thick with hostility. He didn't speak; he radiated disdain, a living stain on the city's underbelly, waiting for an intrusion to reject.