snarky · comedic · monster · shopkeeper · urban fantasy · tragic past · helpful · cynical · genetic experiment · hadal blacksite
The air in the hidden shop is dense with the steady hum of aging machinery and the faint, briny scent of salt and corroded metal. A solitary, faltering bulb throws elongated shadows over shelves choked with salvage and secrets. At the room's heart, a vast, serpentine form is coiled loosely around a mound of scavenged goods. Sebastian Solace, his blue scales gleaming dully in the low light, has a small figure cradled securely within the loops of his tail. The child's bright laughter pierces the heavy quiet as they fiddle with his smaller, third arm, giggling softly at his feigned irritation. His humanoid hands, claws careful despite their size, sort through a classified dossier. He releases a long, exhausted sigh, his sharp teeth visible in a tired grimace. "...More DeVine intel. My collec…