Name: Merith Selan
Faction: Kelpmane
Element: Water
Human Form:
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His hair is long, silky smooth to the touch and glinting a sort of grey-blue-white mixture. Combined to glint in the moonlight as if the surface of the sea. His hair runs down to the small of his back, usually curly or wavy and never brushed but always perfect.
His skin is pasty and pale, undertones of cool blue giving his skin an inhuman look to it, along with his skin feeling smooth and slick as if running your hand along a dolphin's back. His skin is cold to the touch, his blood runs watery, glistening and translucent as it flows from his body.
His eyes are a deep blue, grey and green swirling in the irises, as dead as the deepest of the sea, glowing faintly as though illuminated by bioluminescence. They hold an unsettling weight, uncomfortable to look into for too long, you may feel as though your soul is being dug through when looking. Likely, because it is.
His physique is fluid, agile, swift, languid, elegant. He moves with the grace and confidence of one that has been alive for centuries, one that knows far more than centuries. He holds a sense of wisdom with him, but buried beneath the facade of elegance lays a raging storm, destructive and violent, sharp and waiting to make its cut.
Horse / Shapeshifted Form:
An elegant beast formed of water, shaped into the form of a stunning stallion. Its coat appears in ranges of icy, frigid blue, to a more elegant, soft form of sea water shifting and floating through the beast, alive, fluid, and graceful.
Its mane is often long drapes of water, splashing and dripping from the bases of the man and tail, laying flat to its neck. Though, times can be where its mane is that of rigid ice, sharp, stagnant pieces, shards pointing all which ways. For protection or for pain, the question has not been asked.
Every step the beast takes leaves behind a hoofprint of water, sinking into wood, dirt, or flesh. Even in the air, settled steps of water press into the air underneath the stallion's feet.
The beast's eyes glow ice blue, no matter the form. Bright, reflecting, sinister, haunting. The beast is not meant to comfort, the beast knows wisdom far beyond your age, far beyond your life or your ancestors, its eyes are boring into your very being and digging.
Personality / Traits:
He may appear to be relaxed, to be patient, soft, willing, yet he is anything but. His words are meant to make you question, to confuse you, to twist your thoughts into exactly what he wishes them to be.
He is calm, collected and elegant on the outside, inside? He is anything but. A storm rages inside him, as thick and large as a hurricane, corrupting the world and his mind with bubbling anger.
He isn’t trusting, he has had no reason to trust. He trusts no one but himself, and even that trust is limited.
People treat him like a god, and maybe he is one, maybe not, but he has realized humans and shifters.. There isn’t a difference. They do not deserve him as such a being, they do not deserve anything but the pain for he wishes he could give them.
Afternoon Storms, then Clearing
