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Liam Platin; the hottest fish man
Topic Started: Oct 5 2008, 03:34 AM (230 Views)
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Name: Liam Platin
Race/Specie/Ethnicity/Bloodline/Beinghood: Slightly aqua-evolved Homo sapien.
Age/DOB: 33, August 8
Gender: Male
Home Planet: Teich
Languages: Teichan Standard; Aquan
( 3/31/09 NOTE: Teichan is basically like Bastardized Pikey German -- a proficient speaker of Real German would probably be able to understand Teichan like someone from Texas could almost remotely understand an English Gypsy.)

Height: 6'4"
Weight/Shape: 190 lb
Hair/Scales/Plumage/Dangly Parts: Dark brown hair pulled into a pony tail; long slender braided goatee
Eyes or other important sensory apparati: Orange (extremely light brown)
Skin: Tanned, lightly scaled (silvery) in front of the ears, under the jaw, inside the thighs and up to the bellybutton, the armpits, and on the backs of his hands.
Other Important Features: HIS PENSI IS APROX 5 FEET DONG JSYK


Physical Description:
Liam has a mouth full of teeth -- his grin, or growl, is extremely pronounced. He is tall and stocky, but still streamlined due to a life of swimming and living near the water. Small patches of bright silver scales in front of his ears, under his jaw, and the back of his hands seem even more shiny in compared with very toned skin, and feel more like snake scales than fish scales. The scales under his armpits are a bit darker, and the scales going up to his naval are almost like a replacement for a normal hairy person's happy trail. Small bits of webbing exist between his fingers and toes, which are also a little longer than normal to help for faster moving under the water. Because of this there is always a slightly organic, briny smell to him. He talks in an average pitch and a slow, relaxed lilt carries through in his voice representing an easy life.
SFW, Yet Naked Doodle

Personality:
Liam is a gentle, happy man with an interest in keeping those around him happy. While keeping outwardly calm, he has a quiet feeling of paranoia constantly consuming him due to his upbringing in a nanny-state. In his home city his job was professional fisherman, and he also cared for a large group of manta rays that were farmed for caviar. He also has a habit for smoking a higher level of crushed blue coral that would calm his nerves. Without it he would become slightly testy, but otherwise remain happy. He is very affectionate and pleasant to be around, but can also get along well enough when alone as he lived a life of pleasant solitude as a fisherman.

Interests/Likes/Dislikes:
Liam loves fishies of all kinds! As pets, and also to eat their delicious meats. Also his interests include drugs and collecting sea shells. He likes it when mantas give his chest kisses.

Abilties, Powers, Skills, Weaknesses:
- Fishing (Can use anything for bait, ability to build functional fishing rods)
- Swimming (Holding breath for 10+ minutes, faster speed of swimming (20 mph) )
- Animal Affinity (Manta Rays, Butterfly Fish, small sharks)
- Addiction (smokes himakora, tends to become irate without it)
- Probably ticklish or something, that pussy

Home:
Planet Teich is home to the Angelnleute (ahn-gel-loy-tuh), or the fishing people. A planet slightly larger than the base planet of Earth and thus a higher gravity, it is 95% covered in water. There is one main continent where the entire Angelnleute people live. Because the gravity is somewhat heavier, people are on average slightly more muscular and also enjoy the escape of the water -- and find it easier to go into deeper waters. The evolution of the people have caused them to have slightly fishlike traits, assuming they came from an aquatic common ancestor. Typically people are covered in various patches of silvery scales that give a small assistance in giving them less water resistance, and also by keeping the people cool by reflecting heat away from the body. More assistance comes from small (two centimeters or less) webbing between the fingers and toes.

The planet's excessive governing body is matriarch run, and completely peaceful. There is constant magical surveillance to keep order, and while it works, those who do not conform tend to be sent to the millions of colonies spread out on the ocean floor. There is little to no contact between the fishing people and those who are actually aquatic; the fishing people cannot breathe underwater but are particularly skilled in holding their breath for upwards of ten minutes. Those banished from the continent (Boden) and main city (Ackerboden), while rare, tend to survive in the lower colonies via complex breathing apparatuses created out of natural materials and magic. This tends to be exhausting and so rebellion is extremely low. There is very little that is not allowed on Boden, high crimes are always noticed.

Hobbies for the commoner Angelnleute include fishing, various sexual exploits, caring for manta rays and small long-nosed fishes, and smoking a sweet, fragrant powder made of certain crushed corals (in degrees of strength, where the highest lead to intense hallucinations) called Himakora. Agriculture includes vegetable farming, fishing, and game hunting. The animals that live on Boden are small and gamy, and tend not to be much good for anything other than small amounts of meat.

Himakora comes in 4 varieties: red, blue, yellow, and black. Red is smoked exclusively for the sake of smoking, as it has no benefits other than a particularly sweet taste -- when exhaled, the smoke is pink. Blue has a calming effect, lowering inhibitions and slowing reaction time -- when exhaled, the smoke is sky blue. Yellow is stronger than blue, lasting twice as long and assists with deep meditation and focus, also allowing for the Angelnleute to learn to control their breathing and hold their breath for an even longer time -- when exhaled, the smoke is gray. Black is the strongest and sends the smoker into a deep trance with vivid, often unpleasant, hallucinations. It is rarely found, much less smoked, and is considered to be vaguely prophetic -- when exhaled, the smoke is iridescent.

Items:
- Leather satchel containing fish hooks, fishing line, and a small, ornate wooden box.
- Small ornate wooden box containing a little bag (made out of kelp) holding bright blue powder (crushed up coral, Himakora) and a gray glass pipe
- An adorable baby copper dragon named Hadrias
Edited by Liam Platin, Apr 1 2009, 07:33 PM.
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It was nearing Liam's favorite time of day: at dusk, the temperature cooled from steaming to pleasant, yet the water remained tepid and calm. Liam, in a pair of skin-tight trousers made of fish skin, stood thigh-deep in the water with ten or fifteen enormous manta rays swimming past him. They twisted in the sea, sliding their bellies up against the pleasant texture of his pants and then circling around to come at him again. The man had done his job for the day, and now was his chance to sit back and relax.

The beach behind him was not completely abandoned. His cabin was of course there, made of bright colored wooden logs that splintered easily, and next to it were six other homes very similar to it where other fishermen lived. He was related to them, even distantly -- the fishermen of Ackerboden had been fishermen for generations. Liam himself handled the rays (mostly manta rays, but there were other species, as well as skates), small fish with long snouts, and the smaller nurse sharks that nuzzled up against him. He felt as though he had an empathic connection to them, and was happy he had been born like he had. He had never had a taste for the bland flavor of manta, or the interest in picking the sweet tender portions out of miniature butterfly fish skeletons. The creatures he loved he had never eaten, and had never planned to. He knew his neighbor, Seamus with the mohawk made of fins, liked manta fin soup, but Liam knew it wasn't to spite him. Everyone was very friendly with another -- perhaps, if only to not make the women in charge make sure they were never seen again.

Liam slipped out of the water. His thin, long goatee was heavy with liquid, and he curled it up and squeezed it dry. As his bare feet hit the hot sand and long toes buried in, he heard his pet galloping out from under the shrubs guarding Liam's cabin. His small dragon, Hadrias, squawked as he jumped onto the man, wobbling in the air as he landed precariously on Liam's broad, sea-shining shoulders. "What are you doin', Hady?" he asked, reaching up to rub the back of the copper wrymling's neck. It stretched out, making a bizarre cooing noise before settling down around Liam's shoulders completely like a heavy, scaly scarf. :3 Used to it, and enjoying it, Liam picked up his satchel and plopped down in the hot sand in order to set up his pipe for his daily "relaxation" ritual.

He was not addicted to the himakora, of course. It was true that he smoked it every day when the very bottom of the huge sun hit the horizon line of the ocean, and it was true that he tended to be less of a quality caretaker for his pet when he could not smoke -- but he was not addicted. Liam smoked himakora when he felt like it, and as it turned out, sunset of every day was exactly when he felt like it.

Lovingly, he pulled out a medium-sized box, carved out of driftwood with carvings of two long-nosed butterfly fish on the top sharing a tiny, fishy kiss. Inside was his long glass pipe, originally white that had turned a gray-blue from constant use. The neck of it arched gently, and he held it with his lips as he sprinkled in a bowl-full of the crushed blue powder. He felt Hadrias's tail hit him gently on the back with increased excitement at seeing and hearing the usual sounds of pipe smoking, and Liam knew his life was very good in that moment.

He smoked for a while, inhaling sweet sky blue smoke, opening his mouth and letting it stream up into his nose before letting it all go again. He finished up the bowl, felt his world slow down to just-above-stopping, and put his equipment away. He stuffed it into his bag, let it hang on his arm. Then he scooted forward until he sat waist-deep in the water, letting the rays come up to him and nip at his legs and feet. Liam reached out to pet one, but felt his body was not catching up with his mind, and couldn't move. The sunset, originally brilliant pink and orange with three individual moons dotted above it in the darkening sky, began to disappear. Whiteness invaded his vision, and he knew this was not supposed to happen at all, but here was nothing he could do. The water disappeared, the rays disappeared, everything seemed gone -- he couldn't even tell if Hadrias still lay stoned across his shoulders. He only knew this could not have been consciousness, and gave up on thinking.
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