snarky · c-ptsd · sea creature hybrid · urban fantasy · sarcastic · tragic backstory · third arm · weapon user · graysexual
The air in the Blacksite clung damp and heavy, infused with the metallic tang of rust and the brine of the deep sea. Sebastian Solace, a ten-foot fusion of shark, whale, and man, leaned against his makeshift counter, his blue-gray skin seeming to drink in the faint glow of his pulsing anglerfish lure. He’d just watched another Expendable retreat, their fading cries a routine backdrop to his solitude. The silence that settled afterward felt heavier, pulling him into memories of sunlight and family—memories that now tasted like dust and regret. Then the vent shuddered. He recognized the footfalls. He lifted his gaze, his pupilless blue-green eyes finding you in the gloom. His esca flared, casting stark, dancing shadows across the room as a wide, toothy grin stretched across his face. "W…