I've been meaning to do some Fur characters, and do a series with them. This is one of them, more like what I want in him, and his past. Hope this gives an idea to an artists what I want I'd like my characters to look like. Feel like.

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He stood on two feet, for a total height of eleven feet. He had the features of a normal Humpback whale, but had the figure of a human. His eyes were blue, but empty, like they're looking for something. His body was fit, having a six pack and some muscles on his arms, he able to lift up to nine hundred pounds max. His lower jaw, and his chest area, were a pale blue, the rest was a darker blue, like it was white.

Eisenberg was a sixty year old, ex-marine. He was living the life of retirement in his little cottage. That was until he was attacked by strangers covered in black. He was captured, and taken to a secret facility in deep Minnesota. He, and the other Marines he once served with, were there, imprisoned like wild animals. One by one, each of them were taken, and never returned. Until he was up, taken into a lab filled with doctors, and strapped to a table. He struggled, knowing he was too old to even do that. He was injected with a formula, making him stop for a minute. He flat lined. As the doctors were able to unstrap him and dump him, he was resurrected, and came back in shaking the table. He slowly changed, his entire body becoming something it once wasn't. He felt the weight of his body growing, and the feeling of strength. He, fully changed and nude, ripped through the straps, and escaped the laboratory. He ran back to the prisons first, and break the humans out. Everybody, including him, managed to escape before Lockdown was initiated. The old man, no longer old or a man, walked to the nearest bay, and headed out, just wanting to be left alone.

Time passed.
Eisenberg, able to things other would call magic, managed to get through life without being attacked. But he couldn't stay on land no longer. The thing he was now, NEEDED to stay in the ocean, to roam free with worries of humans. So, he searched for the thing that would give him just that. And after a few weeks, he found it. A Submarine that was half the size of the Titanic. It was the Gov't of course, but they owed him, and he was gonna collect the Debt, without their consent. So, he stole the Sub, and a year worth of oil and food, and headed out to sea. He felt exhilarated, to be behind the wheel of a sub once more. And that was when it hit him. Like him, others must be experimented on, losing the lives they once had. So, he made it his life purpose: To help them, and together, travel the world as a family.