[center][h2]Krill[/h2][/center]

[@Miss Mermaid]
Krill reached out his webbed hand, an invitation towards the shy mermaid. His skin a pale Olive against the clear sparkling water that surrounded them. [b]"[color=Olive]I'm Krill[/color]"[/b] He introduced, his arm extended to her as a warm welcome. The water swayed against his fins on the back of his arms, and the back of his tail. The fins were relatively short, only a foot long. Displaying that he was still in his younger years. Naga's aged A bit differently than other sea creatures, and lived a lot longer, if they died by natural causes. Although normally, Naga's fell into a life of crime, which shortened their lives by nearly an entire century. For Krill, the life of crime was unappealing. He would rather live his life tricking others with ridiculous pranks that he cooked up with his brother. Krill and His brother had been abandoned as young hatchlings. But that was the case with most other Naga's. Krill would like to believe that his father and mother had been good people. So Krill could easily conclude that his bloodline was that of honorable blood. That they had left the twins for a reason. But in reality, the brothers knew that their father had probably been some sort of rogue. It was very unlikely that he had done anything great. Making him believe that honor or ones true nature wasn't decided by a bloodline or family. But instead on how the individual acted in different scenarios and challenges.