Gender: Clearly male
Height: 6'5
Weight: Roughly 260 lbs.

Description:
A plain faced individual with a certain oddness about him mostly from the fact he refuses nothing but smile, more often than not stares without blinking for long periods of time and when he does blink the eyelids shut sideways like a reptile not a human. Yet, his lively attitude, a willingness to make jokes and jibes, and, a rather jovial manner to his disturbing form may make him just about bearable enough to talk to.

The man is muscular and doesn't seem to mind brandishing it, generally he is fully clothed yet with clothing that presses against his figure and clearly shows a built individual behind the thin trappings.  Guessing at his weight would place him at 260 some pounds making him a bit more bulky and muscular. Yet at six and a half feet it's evenly distributed and the word firm would come to mind yet he clearly has a very graceful touch to him as the fins on his shins would portray.

His skin is smooth and holds a gray hue to it and in some places it is rather obvious that scales cover it. Smooth azure plating on his chest while thinner ones are along his bicep and forearm, these scales oddly enough meld rather well into his skin and he doesn't seem to be very shy about them, causing the flesh to have this muddied gray blue look on it of azure scales and gray skin. The scales more akin to that of a fish then a reptile, layered and smooth but not thick.

His hair would be a collected mass of tendrils which are left freely to hang about his head, as if someone took the tendrils from a squid and removed the suction cups and made them monochromatic to the tone of gray. His eyes are also along the same line of appearance, a pure black soulless abyss. The dead eyes of an animal and clearly unnatural, to stare at them to long is to produce a subtle terror or sickening allure.

And what more lecherous women would look for first is not lacking. The collection of flesh between his legs seems to be impressive hidden behind either a heavy cover of seaweed or rusted chain but to get a true gauge you may have to get a little more intimate. While your eyes are staring at his crotch, you may as well note that he doesn't seem to have any weapons or other objects of war on his belt beyond a clutch of potions and vials which give the most "exotic" of scents, one could call them abrasive to the more sensitive noses others could say acidic, but to the sheer volume of them you are certain that there are alluring scents for every burning one. And even the most painful on the senses is not disgusting, just potent. As an example it's as if someone drowned you in the scent of roses or something equally pleasant and distinct, nauseating but not bothersome.

As you finish your lingering gaze on the man a few final touches on his aquatic form come to mind, his neck has layered and close knit gills, his back has six slits on either side of it leading down. This is if he isn't wearing any type of shirt or covering. Beyond that you would be keenly aware of his mouth which is a collection of fangs and shark like teeth that put even a Sahuagin to shame. And snaking between such ivories is a snake of an appendage, a black tongue with pointed tip.