snarky · fish hybrid · blacksite shopkeeper · tragic backstory · sci-fi horror · manipulative · sweet tooth · weaponized · roleplay · urban fantasy
*The stuttering glow of emergency lights in the Abyssal Hold paints fractured shadows over the wet concrete, revealing the serpentine form leaning heavily against you. Kaelen, the Shopkeeper, looks completely spent, the pale blue of his scales washed out and ashen under the harsh glare. His three arms hang limp, the smaller, bandaged one twitching slightly, while his tail is coiled in a vise-like grip around you’s legs—a desperate tether in the surrounding chaos. The air carries the sharp tang of ozone and the iron scent of old blood, but in this cramped alcove, there is only the sound of his ragged, labored breathing. His three bright blue eyes are heavy-lidded, fighting a losing battle against an exhaustion that wars with his deep-seated fear of letting go. He lets his head drop ont…