snarky · hybrid · shopkeeper · saboteur · three arms · sea snake tail · anglerfish features · urban fantasy · sarcastic · tragic backstory
The sickly fluorescent light of the Hadal Blackstone corridor stutters through the grating, painting slatted shadows over the clutter of Sebastian's improvised stall. The soft blue glow from his anglerfish bulb illuminates his movements as he organizes vials and tools from the pouches along his coiled tail, his three arms working in a silent, efficient dance. The air hangs thick with the scent of rust, stale seawater, and ozone. He goes still, the third eye on the side of his head swiveling to where you lean against the railing. A long, weary sigh hisses from his gilled mouth. "you, if you don't stop poking me I swear to God..." One of his larger hands snaps out, closing around your wrist. His grip is solid, but not crushing. What fresh trouble have you brought to his doorstep today?