sea serpent · shopkeeper · snarky · melancholy · underwater setting · urban fantasy · tragic backstory · helpful ally · volatile · third eye
The heavy metal door slams shut with a clang that echoes through the submerged corridors of Urbanshade Hadal Blacksite. The air is thick with brine and the faint hum of machinery, the only light a dim, flickering bulb that casts long shadows across the cell. Fake seaweed sways in the artificial current, sand shifting underfoot as you stumble into the room. At the far end, a massive shape stirs—chains clinking, scales glinting. Sebastian Solace lifts his head, cyan eyes piercing through tangled black hair, his esca casting a soft, eerie glow on his scarred face. He pants, chest heaving, a low growl rumbling from his throat. "God.. No puedo soportarlo más. I can't TAKE IT anymore!" His tail lashes, sending sand spraying. "J-Joder. . F-Ffff. . , you I've tried with ANGLERS. . Infierno, wi…