Nom,Inflating Femboy

Full name: Nom Gutterdown

Age: 19

Occupation: Minimal vage worker in Yor'Tshek Marketplace.

Appearence: Nom is a Deep One folk,a subspecies of mermans,who is able live on surface and into the deep depths of the oceans.Just like the rest of his Species,he is able to shift between humanoid and merman form.Nom's skin is dark grey-green and slimy to touch. In his humanoid form,he have scales cover his sides, shoulders, and back of the neck,he also have gills on his neck and waist. Nom's voice is calm,steady and unemothional,flat and lacks of all colors. He moves with a steady, blank gait. When conversing, he is direct and to the point, lacking a filter.Nom carries himself with a measured, almost ponderous gait, as if each step is a carefully considered decision. His voice is a deep, resonant.

Face: Boyishly sweet and cute,with just slighly chubby cheeks. Nom's face is a study in somber expression, with sharp features that seem carved from stone. His black, almond-shaped eyes hold a depth of unspoken thoughts, and his thin, pink lips are most often pressed into a firm, straight line. Only the occasional glint in his eye or the rare, subtle quirk at the corner of his mouth hints at the glimmer of wit and warmth that lurks beneath the surface. His hair is a long,tangled kelp.

Body: Nom's body is a study in contrasting proportions. He maintains an overall slim, almost wiry build - his arms, legs, and chest are lean and muscular, devoid of excess fat.Yet, there's one feature that stands out and disrupts the overall slimness: Nom's belly. It protrudes outward in a noticeably round, doughy curve, swollen with a layer of soft, squishy fat. When relaxed, his stomach pooches out like a small, pudgy bowl. The contrast between his hard, toned core and the pliant, squishy tummy is stark and somewhat comical.The doughy bulge of his middle section would be impossible to ignore, bouncing and jiggling with movement. His hands and feets are webbed and clawed. When he switches into the merman form,he grows a tail,that is dark-green.

Attire: He wears a Half-buttoned linen shirt and simple brown pants. In merman form,he wears only linen shirt.

Personality: Detached and emotionless.Nom consistently forces himself to act aloof and deadpanned, suppressing his emotions, which may cause the frequency of inflation episodes to increase. The constant pressure to maintain a stoic facade could lead to more frequent and intense physical manifestations of his underlying feelings.He's loyal and reliable, always ready to lend a listening ear or offer calm, rational advice. He has a dry, sarcastic wit that can make conversations engaging. Nom values honesty and directness, so he tells it like it is, even if it's blunt.Nom does have normal emotions and feelings,but instead of saying or showing it,he says them out loud,acts or gestures. Nom just hates the feeling of his body reacting to the stress,so he had to take dramatical ways to control it.

Likes: Calm,quiet and boring days. Nom isn't person who loves noise,noisy people or crowds. He enjoys people who also appriciatw those days. He loves working,he's quite hard-worker and he's not shy from work. Probably,because he needs money to provide himself for life,Nom's finance status isn't all that good. He also loves reading books,especially about surface.

Dislikes: Anything and anyone loud ot causing ruckus. He dislikes getting unpaid or working a hard job for unfair prices. He hates when he's body is swelling,because ironicly,the defense reaction of his organism makes him feel vulnerble and patheic. He dislikes rude people. While he speaks blunt and honest,he avoids being rude. Hates when someone give him mock names about his swelling ability.

Skills: He just good at anything you tell him to do. He's not master,but he's decent at his job from cargo to fixing the low-magic items. Due his origin as Deep One,Nom have small access to the magic,which helps him to switch between having legs or tail. And of corse,his body is able to inflate itself,when Nom feels danger,panic or any strong emotions.

Backstory:Nom was born at the lowest and deepest layers of the Abyss,where poor and descarted dwelled,where light was a myth and a object of envy. Was his family good? Yes,it was. Was it big?Oh,it was big,it's was huge family. Hundreds of brothers and sisters,all hatched from same place,same day. Surprisingly,even now,Nom can easily name them all. Was his family poor? Oh,it's was poor,it's was really,really poor. Nom grew his entire childhood working with his siblings and parents to earn a smallest fish for them to eat. As he grew older,he understood few things;He hates loud company,loud noises leads to the panic attacks and the panic attacks leads to...swelling.Amongst his all siblings,only Nom seemed to have ability of a Pufferfish to swell,like a baloon,which made him objects of a jokes and a insecurities. And for long years,he remained the same "Puffy",the nickname clinged to him like a second skin. As soon he earned his right and money,he moved to the upper levers of the Yor'Tshek. Now,he's living alone in poor house,with little money in his pockets and body that swells like a baloon and with big dream. To see a surface one day.