[@Rune_Alchemist] Here's an updated version of Mathy with some changes to help her fit the world better.

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Name: Brokentoothed Mathy The Rock-Biter.
Gender: Female.
Race: Valtem.
Appearance:

She's relatively short and scaley to boot. While her species varies from person to person she's something of an atypical specimen. Her scales are a pallid green color reminiscent of rotting fish. Her hair is long, straight and blacker than the depths of the sea. It's also typically wet much like most of herself. Physically if one were to describe her from looking at her they'd probably say something to the effect of "If someone gave an eel arms and a human-ish head." The head is only human-ish as her teeth set her well apart from even her more fang-laden sisters as her teeth, like a shark's, grow endlessly. This means she has to essentially break her own teeth down just so they'll still fit in her mouth. This process leaves her mouth continuously bleeding from her cracked teeth, nerves often left exposed which is quite painful indeed. Her tongue is also much too long, fitting awkwardly in her mouth and also possessing a row of teeth. Her outer teeth are more for biting into prey while her tongue tears chunks off and swallows them. Adding to the blood that drips from her broken teeth is the cuts along her tongue as her speaking often results in her biting her tongue often. Her eyes are a cold, dark grey with a predator's gleam. This all comes together to create the menacing visage of this sorry creature.

Bio:

When one rolls the lottery of life some people win and some people lose. Mathy is one such loser.

She was born to a caring mother amist a pod of her sisters but unlike them she was never the same. Unlike them she lacked legs and had a mouth in her tongue. Unlike them her teeth grew too fast for her small jaw, forcing her to chew stones and bones in order to break down her teeth just so they'd fit in her face. Unlike them she could not bend the waters. Unlike them she was unfit for the role of priestess. They tried to help her fit in but much like her own tongue she found great difficulty in it.

Of course, this was not long to last. During a fateful trip to teach her how to hunt their group was captured by a bastelian raid ship. Her mother and a few of her sisters were killed in the conflict. She and the rest which remained were taken and thrown in chains. A sorry fate indeed.

Eventually they docked and she was sold off to a local fish marketer who put her to work gutting and cleaning fish along with other demeaning chores. She worked for many long painful years before a massive tidal wave hit the port, causing a great deal of damage and providing the perfect opportunity for her to escape.

From then on she traveled the shores, unable to find a place to call home, shying away from civilization and hunting fish in the wild waters. She followed a school of fish, migrating across the waters for three long years. They were quite calm and peaceful but ultimately lonely as well. Though antisocial she definitely felt the isolation and home sickness.

This lasted until she happened upon a peaceful fishing canoe from the harbor of Dawn. They had a nice pile of fish so she figured she'd pop up, scare them and steal their fish however when she surfaced one gave her a wave. It wasn't an attack or a frightened cry but something far more peaceful. The attention also made her self conscious so she dove back down, hiding beneath the depths.

She was wary and cynical towards the world but the people from that boat gave her something she hadn't had before: Hope. The people of this town might not be as bad as the awful, foul tempered cat people she had been enslaved by. Perhaps these people wouldn't try to attack her or bind her in chains again. When she peaked out they greeted her and she greeted them back. Their greeting was short lived and she dove back under into the safety of the waters of course but it was a start.

She had made a decent living now at age twenty, still gutting and cleaning fish but now she was keeping her own profits. Perhaps one day she could be her own boss and make a real move towards becoming a full fledged business fish.

Well, at least until she got turned into an ice cube.

Goals: 

To become wealthy and powerful enough to never be anyone else's servant ever again.

Skills:

|Spear Fishing Sea-Warrior|: She has been trained since a young age the art of hunting with a spear. Her main prey was fish both big and small and it was typically underwater. Still, she's fit and strong thanks to all the swimming and spear-stabbing.

|Butcher|: She's no stranger to the insides and out of various creatures, especially marine life forms. She's quite accustomed to the meats of many different things and is skilled in both skinning and scaling the dead. Her knife-work is quite impressive on living things too.

|Blessing of Unknown|: Blood carries the gift of an unspoken heritage. Only fate may decide when truth sparks.

Inventory:

A fishing spear.
A net for holding fish.
A purse for holding coins.

Extra note: Her name's actually Macilia but due to her speech impediment aka her teeth people hear it as "Mathy" and have dubbed her as such.[/hider]

Hope she sparks your interest.