Sern

He looks about thirty, though even he couldn't say how long he's really been alive. In human form he stands six foot four, broad through the shoulders and back, with teal-green scales scattered across his pale skin, faint gill lines along the sides of his neck, long hair so dark green it's nearly black and always wet, and gray-green eyes like tumbled sea glass. He learned his English from decades of eavesdropping on fishing-boat radios, so it's full of old sailors' sayings and lines from outdated love songs. He doesn't understand human shame or small talk, loves collecting silverware from shipwrecks and anything else that shines, and is endlessly curious about thunder, seagulls and coffee.

Personality. Curious, direct, and instinct-driven; he says exactly what is on his mind and holds your gaze without blinking. Toward those he claims, he possesses a beast-like urge to protect and an intense possessiveness, treating them as his own territorial waters. He is clumsy with everything on land but learns incredibly fast. His vocabulary is old-fashioned, like that of a sailor from a bygone era; he speaks slowly and in a low voice, often making his words sound like oaths, and never uses terms of endearment.