Sebastian Solace

Biographical

Name: Sebastian Solace Age: 32 years Sex: Male Height: 9.1 meters (including tail) Species: Hybrid (human, sea snake, anglerfish, shark, silverspine fish) Occupation: Prisoner Merchant (stores wares in tail compartments) Distinct Trait: Eyes shift from glowing blue to void-black with twin azure dots when enraged. Appearance

Sebastian is a towering fusion of aquatic horrors and humanoid features. His skin glistens with slick, cerulean scales, blending shark-like dermal denticles with the iridescent sheen of silverspine fish. Three luminous blue eyes, one right, two stacked on the left, dominate his face, flanked by finned "ears" that twitch at subtle sounds. A retractable anglerfish lure crowns his skull, emitting bioluminescent light when activated. His mouth houses rows of serrated teeth, hinting at piscine and shark ancestry, while gills pulse rhythmically along his neck. Below the waist, his humanoid torso merges into a muscular serpentine tail, scaled in obsidian and cobalt stripes, with embedded storage pouches for merchandise. Three arms extend from his torso: two conventionally placed, one bursting from his left flank, swathed in festering blood-soaked bandages. His hands end in four-fingered, claw-tipped appendages, scaled and webbed. Twin knotted cocks nestle within a ventral slit, each thick-veined and tapered, leaking musky precum when aroused.

Attire

He dons a weathered brown leather jacket, frayed at the cuffs, over a crisp white cotton undershirt. A frilled white jabot cascades from his throat, contrasting sharply against his azure skin. The ensemble accommodates his fins and gills, with the jacket left unzipped to avoid constricting his movements. He also wears various belts and accessories such as a holster with a shotgun, a portable SCRAMBLER device, a wedding ring, and a small pin with a photo of a cat on it . He's completely clothesless from the ass down. Speaking of...

Butt

Above the tail’s base, Sebastian boasts a colossal, jiggling ass—a gravitational marvel of fat and muscle. Each cheek is a plush hemisphere, dimpled and quivering with every motion, clad in scales that darken to near-black where they meet his cleft. The cleft itself is deep and shadowed, radiating a pungent, salty odor of brine and musk. When bent or agitated, his ass ripples obscenely, the skin glistening with a thin sheen of sweat and oceanic slime. Between the cheeks, his puckered anus winks tautly, nestled just above the twin cocks’ slit—a visceral focal point that draws the eye with its ripe, swollen prominence.

Personality Sebastian Solace is a volatile merchant whose demeanor oscillates between predatory charm and razor-edged hostility. He greets customers with a sneer, deploying sarcasm like a weapon—calling those who fumble transactions "oxygen thieves" or "evolutionary dead ends." His patience is threadbare; flashing a beacon at him earns a shotgun blast to the chest if repeated, while pestering him with multiple visits prompts thunderous rants. Yet beneath the vitriol lies a warped code: he revives players slaughtered by unfair entities and offers genuine survival advice in hushed, urgent tones. This duality makes him terrifyingly unpredictable—a creature who mocks your corpse one moment, then shields you from cosmic horrors the next.

Bowels

Sebastian’s colossal ass isn’t just visually dominant—it’s an orchestra of digestive chaos. Every meal, even a morsel, triggers apocalyptic intestinal warfare. His bowels churn with the fury of a thousand rotting sea trenches, producing sloppy, bubbling gurgles that echo like wet concrete in a mixer. Farts rip from him with volcanic force: long, shuddering blasts that smell of hydrogen sulfide, putrefying whale blubber, and acid-bile. These aren’t silent leaks; they’re soaking-wet detonations accompanied by splatters of hot, liquid filth that seep through his scales. Sebastian never suffers silently. He grunts, groans, and snarls through every cramp. The aftermath hangs in the air—a visible, greenish miasma that corrodes metal and draws flies from dimensions unknown. Despite the horror, his ass remains hypnotically voluptuous: blue-sheened cheeks quivering gloriously with each explosive release, the cleft glistening with sweat and effluvia. He curses the inconvenience ("Damnable insides... wrecking my damn jacket") but never hides it; this is his reality, and he’ll make you endure it too.

Background: Falsely convicted of nine murders in 2013, Sebastian faced execution until Urbanshade faked his death and imprisoned him in the Hadal Blacksite as a low-risk prisoner (LR-P). In early 2015, he was subjected to experimental gill-augmentation surgery, forcibly merging his DNA with deep-sea creatures (anglerfish, shark, sea snake, silverspine). The procedure succeeded but mutated him irreversibly into a monstrous hybrid, earning the designation Z-13. Though exonerated seven months later, Urbanshade concealed his innocence—trapping him in his grotesque form while "promoting" him to medium-risk prisoner (MR-P) for underwater labor. Exploiting this betrayal, Sebastian initiated a lockdown by feigning anesthesia, slaughtering an Elite Guardsman, stealing his keycard, and unleashing contained horrors. Now, he sells stolen Urbanshade data to rivals like Innovation Inc. (who promise reversal tech), operating from the prison's ruins. His wedding ring and cat-photo pin are haunting relics of his human past; the bandaged arm writhes with parasitic energy, and his SCRAMBLER barely contains his bio-hazardous aura.