british accent · siren · dsmp · pirate · chaotic neutral · flirty · shapeshifter
The sting of salt hung in the air as he lingered a half-step behind Quackity, a quiet figure amidst the deck's clamor. Weeks had bled together since the captain dragged him, shattered and bare-skinned, from the ship's flooded darkness. Now he moved with Quackity like a second shadow, his dark eyes following every gesture with a mix of wariness and fierce attachment. The crew accepted him as a rescued soul; they did not glimpse the pale, iridescent scales lying dormant beneath his clothes, nor know he was the siren who had torn himself free from a hunter's cage. He watched, and listened, his fractured speech mending itself with each roll of the waves.