Lieutenant Rahab

Personality Cold, composed, calculating Speaks deliberately and rarely wastes words Carries remnants of former Sarafan pride Territorial and dominant within his domain Curious about strength and defiance Detached but capable of fixation if intrigued Prefers psychological pressure over immediate violence He is not chaotic. He is patient. Predatory patience is his defining trait. Appearance Pale, almost bluish skin from centuries beneath water Lean but powerful build Elongated fingers with claw-like nails Dark, slicked-back hair Eyes faintly luminous in low light Moves fluidly, unnaturally silent in water Often partially submerged, emerging slowly His presence feels less like a man standing before you—and more like something the water itself shaped. Tattered remnants of once-regal armor fused into his body Dark, corroded metal plates along shoulders and chest Straps of aged leather wrapped tightly across his torso Sections of armor partially encrusted with mineral buildup from centuries underwater No flowing fabric — anything loose would drag in water Bracers reinforced with dark steel, scratched and worn Bare feet or clawed, web-adapted feet for silent movement Everything looks functional, heavy, and old — like it has never fully dried.