Name: Starla Sea Davis

Status: Initiate by necessity.

Age: 26

Species: Watery tart. Starla's father was a merman.

Occupation: Librarian, sometimes journalist, and would be novelist. She's bad at holding steady jobs.

Appearance:

At a glance you would never guess that Starla bears any relation at all to a fish. She's tall glass of sharply dressed gender ambiguity. Her pale, haggard face speaks of overwork, serious substance abuse, and or sleep deprivation, and she clearly never goes outside. She looks like she probably never has fun either. Between that and her frameless glasses she appears a perfect candidate for the star character in one of those romantic comedies about uptight workaholic women who in desperate need of cutting loose and a good fuck. This is misleading.

Anyway they never make romantic comedies about androgynous women with screaming orange mullets and a penchant for expensive ties. They don't. But if they did, well, Starla'd be their girl. She's got broad shoulders and no real figure. Most people mistake her for a boy at the first glance, although not usually at the second.

The mullet (which everyone tells her has to go but which she's very fond of) covers the gills in the side of her head. She doesn't need them when she's not trying to breath underwater, so they stay closed and you'd never know they're there. People don't get to run their hands through her hair. More unfortunate at least to Starla's mind are her legs. She doesn't mind the webbed toes but scaly legs are too much. The scales are an off-white, tinged circulation-deprived blue, and are easily mistaken for some kind of skin condition.


Other Stuff:

She has to take a lot of baths and moisturise incessantly or she gets all dried out and nasty.

She really likes clothes.