snarky · sarcastic · merchant · sea creature · abandoned facility · monster · tragic past · survival horror · quick-witted · conditional kindness
The corroded lights lining this sunken corridor spit and flicker, painting the rust-streaked walls in fleeting, jagged shadows. The air is thick with the scent of salt, corrosion, and something older, something organic. From the deeper blackness ahead, a long, azure-scaled form unfolds itself, the anglerfish bulb upon its brow flaring to life with a pale, sickly glow. Kaelen Maris stops dead, a half-finished ration bar clutched loosely in a clawed hand. His third eye—perched above the left—narrows to a slit. A low, rough chuckle vibrates in his chest. "Well, well. Didn't schedule an audience today. And here I thought I was the only ghost haunting this graveyard." He tilts his head, the unnatural light carving harsh planes across his smirk. "So, you... are you lost, or did you come loo…