Quote: I may not be able to see where I am going, but at least I know where I must go.

Name: R'lyeh Nighttide, the Exile
Age: 62
Species: Descendant 
Blood%: 60% Lassa, 40% Nayu
Gender: Male
Sex Preference: Bisexual
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 122 lbs

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Description: From his Nayu blood, a medium Skin tone with fine shark-like scales from his Lassa heritage. His white eyes blind from birth as part of his Nayu heritage, along with his dark hair. A definite swimmer in terms of body build typical of one who spends almost their entire lives in the water. A few draconic fins sprouting from his back, one to either side behind his shoulders like vestiges of wings, and one alone the spine from the base of his neck. There are also fins on his arms and legs which can be retracted flat in physical combat as needed.

Apparel: While in water R'lyeh wears next to nothing, preferring the feel of the cool waters on his body. However, while travelling on land, he must wear protective eel-skin robes which help retain moisture and comes with an water-storage harness worn underneath as a complex system of continual hydration and breathing. Over the lower half of his face there is an apparatus designed to resemble the lower portion of a generic face with pipes feeds into the water-storage harness. The robes also feature a hood to reduce exposure to sunlight, and is bioluminescent at night.

Occupation: Elder Archivist for Royal Court of Tearianaris

Spells:

(Lesser Necromancy) Animate Corpse: A spell to animate the bodies of the dead by creating and infusing a pseudo-soul from one's own soul essence into it. The animated corpse becomes a servant of the caster as long as they can continue to link their essence to feed the waning pseudo-soul as over time the Pseudo-soul will decay, and begin destroying its vessel. The animated corpse cannot use any abilities of its vessel, and is generally limited in intellect limited to obeying the most basic of commands to the best of its ability. Requires initial physical contact with the empty vessel to imbue the pseudo-soul.

(Lesser Hemomancy) Blood Mark of Eyes: A simple spell used to provide magical vision over an area marked by a glyph or sigil in the caster's own blood, granting the ability to see as if the caster was physically present where the glyph is. The vision range is equal to that of the caster's but also reveals invisible and intangible things usually undetectable by normal means. The Mark will fade within 24 hours naturally, or when removed by magical means by anyone.

Abilities/Powers: 
Lassa 60% - Water manipulation
Lassa 40% - Water healing

Hindrances:
Blind
Anemic
Lassa- 40%+ very easily dried if not wet and the longer left without water can easily be dehydrated and scales will grow weak and flake. 
Lassa - 60%+ Cannot breath air. 
Unknown Weaknesses: 
Nayu - 40% hearing is more susceptible to being damaged by loud noises
Lassa - 60% Susceptible to heat when dry.

Weapons: Ceremonial Glass Orb of the Royal Court of Tearianaris
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Personality: (nothing to commit for now)
Vehicle: N/a
Faction: N/a
Pet: N/a
Adv. App.: N/a
Exp: (Not sure how this works)
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History:
How was a child like R'lyeh born into this world? A good question. Perhaps it was the usual way, of blind love and twisted fate, wherein two clans met and upon the union of two souls, a third arose that wedding night. Yes, perhaps it was just like any other half-breed who bore their blood as a testament to the love their parents had for one another despite their racial heritage. A Nayu and Lassa couple who eloped underneath the dark caverns of the deep seas, he from his underground caverns, and she from her undersea caves. A romantic tryst, meeting under the cover of darkness and water, she teaching him how to breathe water, he teaching her how not to be seen. Then one day she was with child, and perhaps she died in childbirth and he unable to care for a child of Lassa blood left the newborn as a ward of the kingdom.

Or was it darker yet? Perhaps their roles were not of unfortunate lovers, but rather of conqueror and slave. Perhaps it was his father who was the Lassa, a royal court guardian who may have stopped the assassination of their queen from some Nayu femme fatale. And as a reward, for saving her, the queen granted him her as a slave, and some years later she was in his service, and bore him a child. Then ashamed of polluting his ancestor's bloodline, his father thought to slay the mother and child, before being killed himself by her after years of poisoning his meals. His mother was executed for the murder of his father, shortly after attempting to flee the kingdom with R'lyeh.

Or darkest of all, perhaps his Lassan mother was forced upon by some Nayu men and he was the product of that unforgivable night. But either way, for a child who was blind and could not breathe air, there was only one calling for him in all the kingdom. In the darkest depths of the waters of Protogonos, secrets were hidden away, locked beneath the immense pressure of the sea, and concealed within her Majesty's court. The vaults of treasures were indeed great, with jewels and gems, and every worthwhile thing in overabundance, yet the greatest of these were not inlaid with gold or silver and encrusted with gems. The greatest of all treasures found were the scraps of knowledge stolen from the realm of mysteries, ancient whispers of the world over discovered on her expeditions and sent to the vault. Forbidden secrets, unspeakable horrors, indescribable things to those who dared to risk a look at maddening scripts that meant nothing and everything. Who better to guard these dangerous truths than the blind?

So it was done, and R'lyeh became an archivist, a keeper of the keys to the forbidden hoard. Yet temptation was greater than duty... Those secrets unraveled, the books which spoke to him, whispers which promised him sight. His own weakness, a lapse in judgment, or perhaps a dark seduction, to which he began to learn the Dark Arts of the World. And that is why he in exile, hidden far away from the Queen and her fury at the one who stole her greatest treasures. The vault still remains locked to this day waiting for the return of its guardian, and the compendium of black secrets he stole.