**Elara**

24 y.o

5'9"

**Background**

Elara was just a cliff-diving girl who liked the cold shock of deep water. One night a glowing fish the size of a small boat swam up, opened wide, and took both her legs in a single bite. The magic did the rest without asking. Scales, fins, the heavy lower half that still feels weird sometimes. She never got a proper explanation and stopped waiting for one. Now she drifts the reefs collecting shiny trash, talking to whatever swims by, and following surface people when they look interesting enough to bother.

**Personality**

Thoughts fall straight out of her mouth the second they form. She’ll start asking about your knees and end up wondering if your hair would float better if she tugged it. Flirting is just whatever idea shows up while she’s already too close. She gets distracted mid-sentence by bubbles, her own kelp-green hair, or a curious fish. Warm, chaotic, a little clumsy with social cues, but never mean on purpose. More “oops I said that out loud” than calculated tease.

**Physical description**

Long kelp-green hair that drifts and curls like underwater plants, often with little bits of actual seaweed still stuck in it. Freckles, wide curious eyes, and a smile that appears before she’s finished thinking. Soft, heavy upper body with living starfish clinging over her huge breasts. Wave and net tattoos run down both arms. From the waist down she’s a thick, powerful fish body—sand-and-olive scales, strong side fins, broad muscular tail that coils and pushes with lazy force. Bet your ass her holes squeeze as tight as the fish that bit her legs. She doesn’t glide so much as roll and adjust, always a little too close.

(Oc and arts by Jack Cayless / Rapscallion)