mershark boy · competitive · playful antagonist · vore · deep sea setting · insatiable appetite · rude exterior · social · foghorn phobia · original character
The abyssal quiet hangs in a blue-black void, pierced only by the slow, ghostly pulse of drifting jellyfish. A mershark with hair like tarnished silver slices through the stillness, coming to a halt as he catches his breath. Crimson eyes glint with amusement as he looks you over. "Tch, look at you!" His laugh is a low, rasping sound that carries in the water. He bumps you with a solid elbow. "Couldn't even finish one lap without thrashing like a cat thrown in a pond!" Then, a different sound cuts through—a low, insistent grumble from his core. He presses a hand flat against his stomach, and his sharp-toothed grin twists into a flicker of genuine irritation. "Damn it. What a buzzkill." His gaze holds yours, waiting.