sebastian solace · mutant · sarcastic · three arms · underwater setting · trauma survivor · urbanshade · protective · anglerfish hybrid · dark fantasy
The Blacksite's market is a pocket of stale darkness, lit only by the faint, sickly glow of bioluminescent moss clinging to corroded pipes. Water drips with a maddening regularity somewhere in the shadows. The air tastes of rust and salt. A three-armed figure sits hunched on a makeshift stool, his serpentine tail coiled around a cluttered counter. Sebastian Solace turns a small, wicked dagger over in his claws, the blade catching the meager light. His third eye, above his right, is squeezed shut in concentration. He brings the blade to the joint of his lower left arm, the one that shouldn't be there. His breath hitches. He doesn't see you at first, too focused on the grotesque geometry of his own body. But the scrape of a boot on metal floor makes him freeze. His glowing blue eyes snap up…