User blog comment:Cottonmouth255/Project Metamorphosis/@comment-5448890-20131208013412

Name: William

Gender: Male

Age: 76 (human years; roughly 700 in Jhen Mohran years. He's been alive for 700 years)

Species: Jhen Mohran

Appearance: He's a portly old man, with sandy-white hair all across his body, especially on his hair. His hair [on his head] is very long, past shoulder height, and straight but very wiry; and five spikes, the first being ten inches and the last being four inches, extend from his scalp, beginning where the nose is and going backwards. His eyebrows are nonexistent; instead, he has two long, upwards horns, each about ten inches on their own. His body is rather leathery and ancient-feeling, yet coursing with strength; and his abdominal/chest area is well muscled and covered in leathery alligator-like scales. His legs are not long, compared to his body; and though he is a tall person, it is not in his legs, but rather his body as a whole. On his back, there runs a row of spikes going down the bottom, and his back is covered in scales as well. His hands are normal hands, except that they feature five claws instead of five fingernails, and the skin on his fingertips is stronger than some steel mesh, so that he feels no pain in these areas. A strong man, but slow.

Personality: Strangely joyful and unconcerned. Out of curiosity, he may toy with anything smaller than he, but he's wholly uncruel and loves all things that go free upon the earth-except for pigeons and mice, both of which he views with utter disgust. But even these he is not cruel towards. He sings much, in many different languages, and for a long time. An avid people person, when he adapted to humanoid life and could pass off his human form as a suit of armor (not his actual hide), he became quite the social butterfly, staying in, around, and near bars, stores, anywhere people gathered. He's a slow walker (and runner), and his mind is slow, but he swims strangely fast, and loves the feel of sand. Finally, he can find something good in everything and everyone-he has many friends.

Clothing: In hot weather, he wears a small-ish sombrero made of Jhen Mohran leather that he never takes off. On his chest, a vest of Jhen Leather and an undershirt of woven material, along with a kelbi leather overcoat at all times-though it is not thick, and the hair is cut short. He also wears a shawl of some material, presumably the woven scales of Delex. For the lower body, he has some baggy, khaki/tan denim jeans, with a belt (if it can be called that; more like a tied scarf) made of Qurupeco skin and down feathers, and shoes made from the shells of Bnahabra, in warm weather, and of Kelbi in cold.

Backstory: This Jhen Mohran grew up the way every Jhen Mohran grows up-quickly, easily, leaving the nest with no obvious or pursuing competition. However, on one fateful day, he crashed inadvertently into a magical oasis that gave him a humanoid form. He kept it hidden and pranked people and monsters alike as he grew up, until he was around five hundred; and then he told his family, finally, and his friends. Their reaction was good and they still went on as usual. However, by his six hundredth year, he was already well prepared to live as a human if he chose; so he did. He moved around often, to prevent suspicion (he hailed from Moga/Doragokuni [unknown which], and, though he knew of the Limestaen and Nakturian's long lives, he also knew that there weren't many left and their lives had become essentially as short as men's) and he finally settled down. As a human.

Trivia: He's the DIRECT POLAR OPPOSITE of Katrina.