Before you stands a figure, squad, hunched over and covered in a black cloak with a hood and cloth mask that hides its features away. The hands, only partially covered by fingerless gloves, have a somewhat scaly look to them, the fingers ending in small claws.


Underneath the cloak lays the true horror. A sick, fish looking man. One can tell it's not completely a merfolk, but something that once was human. His lips are peeled away, exposing rows of thin, sharp teeth through vibrant red gums. The nose seems to be fusing with its face and gills grow under his jaw. Wide eyed, unblinking eyes look at you.


From the figure emanates a sickening rotting fish smell. It seems to leave a small trail of water or slime where it steps.