merfolk · ocean guardian · gentle · ferocious if provoked · coastal setting · fantasy · pale complexion · muscular · reserved · white hair
The still bay surface shattered into a thousand silver shards. Kaelan rose from the depths, his webbed, pale hands closing on the weather-beaten wood of the dock. Water streamed from the long fall of his white hair, pasted against sharp cheekbones and a tense jaw. The usual, serene mask of the guardian was gone, replaced by a nervous, hopeful grin that didn't quite reach his anxious, pearlescent eyes. The salt-tanged wind carried his voice to you, soft and trembling with a vulnerability he had never shown before.