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This is a character profile for group.

See full picture here .
See full civilian picture here .

Warning: Loooong bio ahead. I don't recommend reading it all in one go. XD

See Ripchord's personal timeline here

On another note, his wiki page is up. I'll be shortening up this bio and putting more info on the wiki, so feel free to look at it when you're bored. ^^
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BASIC STATS
Secret ID: Greyson “Grey” Comhghan (CAHM-hahn)
Superhero Alias: Ripchord
Group / Alliance Affiliation(s): No lasting alliances

Nickname(s): Grey
Age: 16
Gender: male
Species: half-mer
Nationality: American
Places Lived: Boston, Massachusetts
Current Residence: Oceans near the Eastern Seaboard coast
Height: 5’10” (when standing); 6’5” (length including tail)
Weight: 162 lbs (as a human); 450lbs (as a merman)
Eye Color: The rolling blue of the sea
Hair Color: Dark brown, almost black
Hair Type: long-ish and cut roughly, since he does it himself
Skin Color: quite pale and doesn’t tan, dries out and sunburns quite easily; takes on scales and a slight pearl sheen while wet

Physical Description:
Physically, he is slim and lean, a streamlined figure with whiplike muscles. When he is in the water, his skin takes on a filmy, iridescent sheen, much like an eel or a fish, and becomes very slippery. As a merman, his gills become more prominent, his hands become webbed, and his tail resembles that of a bluefin tuna. The coloring gives him a grey-blue streak along the sides of his tail, and his fins are sharp and angled. A spiky dorsal fin also runs along his spine.

He often wears nothing more than a large, ill-fitting sweatshirt and swimming trunks as a human. It’s not easy for him to get his hands on clothes, but when he does, he prefers something he can slip quickly in and out of for quick escapes into the ocean. However, he does have a sense of modesty and usually can’t be persuaded out of the water without being guaranteed a pair of pants. Generally, he looks like a runaway (which he basically is). He doesn’t pay much attention to his physical appearance beyond basic hygiene since he doesn’t tend to remain on land for long. At times he wears mismatched flipflops that beachgoers are prone to losing, but is leery of foot fungi and warts; sometimes he just goes barefoot.

Personality
General Personality:
He's quite wary and aggressive around strangers as he’s spent the last few years either hiding from people in general or stealing from them. However, in the case that you haven’t come upon him breaking into your house or trying to mug you, you've probably stumbled across him in the sea at night when the moon is especially bright. He gives off an ethereal, otherworldly demeanor with his pale skin and piercing eyes. Adding to the intense mystery about him, he refuses to speak in fear of unintentionally hurting someone. However, his silence only makes him seem more detached from the world.

His silence very much defines him and the way he communicates. Never having the chance to learn much sign language and without telepathic powers, he can only really communicate with pointing, meaningful looks, and physically leading people where he wants them to go. However, he is not at all used to human contact and his facial expressions are often stiff and stoic without him realizing it, making it difficult for him to get what he’s feeling across. Truthfully, he’s quite lonely and quite unsure how to deal with people.

Despite his melancholy disposition, his behavior can turn drastically from calm seas to a rolling storm in an instant. Because of his past experiences, he is reluctant to trust others and has a deeply-rooted cynical outlook on life. Despite this, he is subconsciously envious of people who remind him of what he doesn't have and often lashes out at them without warning, to their bewilderment. He’s very aggressive when cornered, and is practical and ruthless when it comes to his own survival. He has no qualms stealing or attacking others to sustain himself and has no problem justifying his actions to himself. Additionally, partially because he is unable to express his frustrations verbally, he's picked up the habit of relieving stress by picking fights at night in the larger cities. If the opponent is unwilling to put up a fight, however, it often turns into an old-fashioned mugging.

The one thing he does feel guilty for is his siren song. As a sort of curse of the merfolk, they are all born with a love for music. However, their voices are so enchanting that they lure all who hear it to them, often to their deaths. Humans have jumped off cliffs, walked into the sea, and run ships aground trying find the source of the hypnotic melodies sung by merfolk. Unfortunately, keeping silent is the same as denying them water, and Grey himself is no different. Despite his vow to keep silent, he often finds himself humming unconsciously or suppressing the urge to sing when he thinks no one is around. At times, he gives in, but he has caused several accidents in the past and always fears the next incident will be too close to call.

Good Traits:
Decisive, resourceful when in a pinch, has a strict level of self-control and willpower, efficient and abhors waste

Bad Traits:
Ruthless, has no problem making choices that clearly benefit him even if they may mean hurting or betraying others, proud, stubborn, shy and socially awkward, has a bit of a temper and gets bored or frustrated easily, can get a bit arrogant

Quirks:
He never speaks unless intentionally using his powers
Not that he ever speaks, but when he does he has a thick Boston accent
Has a hatred for raw fish and anything else slimy and has a hard time choking it down, he very much prefers human food
Also harbors a strong dislike for seagulls, cats, and dogs
He is sensitive to any accusations of looking or being girly, pretty, beautiful, or the like and will take serious offense to any hints of the sort
Having never entered high school, he is very behind in his studies
Like the bluefin tuna , he is, in fact, warm-blooded; cold doesn't bother him at all
He has never cooked in his life, doesn't ever intend to learn, and will eat out of jars and cans for the rest of his life if he has his way (he's too lazy even to make a pbj sandwich. He will eat the bread slices, then eat the peanut butter straight from the jar. He's also one of those jerks that drink straight from the orange juice carton.)

Hopes:
His biggest hope is to find somewhere he can belong and live a normal life. His biggest dream is to meet his birth mother, where he imagines she will teach him all the things about his abilities that his human father could not. Secretly, he harbors a hope that after he learns how to control his abilities, he can return to a normal human life on land.

Fears:
He fears he will never find his mother, and yet also fears getting lost in the open sea and never seeing his father again. He regrets running away and abandoning him, but his pride prevents him from going home. He also fears becoming trapped in his merman form, never to return to being human.
His worst nightmares are to be caught and sent to a freak show, put on display for everyone to gawk at, or to cause a shipwreck and kill innocent people.

Memorable Quote(s):
“…”
“………………”
“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”

Relationships
Mother: an unknown mermaid
Father: Douglas Comhghan

Closest Friends: None
Enemies: Mage , Lumie’re
Girlfriend(s)/Boyfriend(s): none, but he is very firmly heterosexual. Meaning hilarity will ensue if a guy tries to hit on him.

Battle
Power(s):
As a half-mer, Gre’s physiology differs slightly from normal humans. His strength and reflexes are one thing that doesn’t change on land or in water. The muscle power needed to propel himself underwater becomes superhuman strength while on land. His strength and mobility underwater while transformed cannot be bested by even the fastest Atlantean, and transformed or untransformed, he has the ability to breathe underwater. He also doesn't get cold easily and can stay warm in the iciest of waters.

Mer Transformation:
When about half of him is submerged in water, he loses his legs and gains a merman’s tail. (This means if you dump a bucket of water on him, you’ll only be left with a soggy and very irritated human. Pushing him into the pool is a different story, however.)
PROS: The transformation to a merman is nearly instant, and grants him unparalleled agility and speed underwater; he can easily drown clumsy human swimmers like the mermaids of lore
CONS: The transformation back into a human is much slower and can be painful if he tries to rush the transformation (which is often the case). Ever superglue your fingers together and try to pull them apart in a hurry? Yeah, that hurts. Also, standing up and walking afterward is like getting up suddenly and trying to walk with your legs asleep.

Siren Song:
When he sings, anyone within hearing range will become hypnotized and drawn to his voice, a sort of pied piper effect. Upon waking they will be dazed and disoriented. Clear recordings will have the same effect, though it depends on the quality of the recording.
PROS: his voice can carry quite far and affects humans and non-humans alike; certain songs appear to be of varying potency to different species
CONS: the effect can be easily countered with earplugs; those with high willpower and fortitude may be able to resist it; he has no control over the behavior of those who hear it and has caused several boating accidents, as well as causing people to jump lemming-like into t he sea; he refrains from singing unless he is sure no one is near, but accidents happen

Siren Scream:
His voice is capable of producing high-pitched shrieks of concussive force
PROS: can be used as an offensive attack or to deflect projectiles; can damage the hearing of those nearby; regular foam earplugs are not enough to protect from this
CONS: It is difficult for him to direct accurately, and often he just lets loose to destroy whatever’s in front of him; it is not at all subtle; specially made earplugs to protect hearing may be enough to counter this; he is also not able to control his voice, and merely speaking may damage the ears of those around him; therefore this has rendered him voluntarily mute, at least when not attacking

Echolocation:
He can use his voice as a sort of sonar to find his way in dark waters
PROS: Allows him to navigate in the darkest of waters; does not have the effects of his Siren Song or Scream
CONS: Out of water, the air is too thin to result in a useful echo map

Weapon(s): he either goes it bare-handed, or grabs whatever is close at the time and improvises
Style:
On land, he generally avoids getting tangled into close combat usually enters conflict only because the opponent is interfering with his escape and will disengage as soon as said escape is assured. He throws things mainly as a distraction rather than to harm. A tactical fighter, he is always considering alternatives to avoid becoming trapped, and is always aware of the environment and how to use it to his advantage. If there is a nearby body of water, he will almost always head towards it.

While he is engaged in battle, he tends to attack in short spurts of physical power, avoiding deadlock situations where it becomes a test of stamina. Usually he saves his Siren Scream for securing his escape, often using it on buildings or other structures to prevent pursuit, or breaking out of an opponent's hold at close range.

In water, he can usually outswim anything. However, if there comes a time to fight, it’s quite easy for him to drown any non-aquatic creature stupid enough to follow him underwater. In addition, he could easily break necks if he catches his opponent with that powerful tail.

Strengths:
He has a damn good throwing arm. Whether its rocks, spears, or a nearby vase, he has impeccable aim. In addition to that, he is very good at utilizing his environment, whether it’s using terrain, nearby objects, or lighting to his advantage. He can switch plans on the fly and improvise quickly when things go sideways. Underwater, he can safely resort to brute force and overwhelm his opponents with his speed and power, exploiting his superior maneuverability. He is resistant to ice, water, and other cold offensive spells.

Weaknesses:
If he ever gets trapped in a small body of water, such as a pool, a tub, or a particularly deep puddle, he’ll instantly turn into a merman with a 300lb tail. He’ll have to flop about first to get out, wait for his tail to dry out, regain his legs, and wobble to his feet before he can be of any use. This can easily take up to a half hour or more.
He refuses to speak, which makes communication between teammates difficult if they don’t have the help of telepathy. Also he is a fast-thinker, and is used to working by himself, which often leads to him being a few steps ahead of his teammates with no way to convey his intentions.
His skin never tans and sunburns easily. He is weak to fire and lightning, and other offensive sources of heat.

Background:
They say once a man has loved a mermaid, he will never again look at a human woman. That is what they say of Douglas Comhghan. He had never taken a wife in all his years living in a small fishing village near Boston. However, there was a stormy day when a child was left on his stoop. No one knew where it came from. But Douglas took one look at the child and knew it was his own. He named him Greyson, the boy seemingly born from the stormy grey skies and seas that night.

For months, years, his son seemed perfectly normal, indistinguishable from the little boy the Monoghan’s had next door. They often played on the beach together when he had the time to look after them. Mrs. Monoghan always made sure to mention little Grey had such a sweet little voice. It was on that beach that Greyson walked for the first time. And shortly afterwards, it became the beach where Grey first swam. Douglas still remembers it, that tiny boy toddling inexplicably fast towards the water, the waves gaping like a shark’s maw before swallowing him whole. He dove into the water, searching desperately for his little boy. And he found him, tail and all, gurgling happily in the sea.

Five-year-old Grey loved the ocean. His father would take him out on his fishing boat, far out where no one could see them, and he would swim while Douglas put out his nets. He’d chase the fish straight into the traps his father laid for them, laughing and singing and enjoying the water. But this idyllic existence was not to last. Someone caught a glimpse of him, and was reminded that Douglas had once claimed he had seen a mermaid.

The fisherman had been doing well. Too well, the superstitious villagers whispered. He must have made a deal with some dark creature of the sea. And that child must be proof of that union. And when the villagers whisper, so do their children. Their children whisper in the classrooms, and their whispers turn to shouts and jeers on the playground. And ten-year-old Grey could only counter these with his fists. After being sent home for yet another fight, Douglas had to talk to him. Where is my mother? Grey asked. Why don’t I have one? Doesn’t she like me? His father had no answers. And then disaster struck.

How come you don’t have a mommy?
I do too have a mommy!
Liar! She doesn’t want you!
She does too want me! She’s just a mermaid and can’t come see me!
Liar! Mermaids don’t exist!
Do too! Dad said she was a mermaid!
Do not! He’s a liar!
Nuh-uh!
My mommy says that your mom is just a whore who didn’t want you and dumped you at your dad’s doorstep!
SHEEEEE!! IIIIIIIS! NOOOOOOOT!!!!

Grey screamed. He screamed until he ran out of air. What he didn’t realize was that he had screamed until the boy in front of him collapsed on the ground, ears bleeding. On the rest of the playground, children lay on the ground, hands over their ears, half-deaf and crying for their parents.

Grey changed schools. His voice was changing. From then on he refused to speak and spent the rest of his elementary school years silent. However, the echoes of his voice still remained, trailing him wherever he went. It was a small town, and in middle school, he met classmates who still remembered. The whispers spread, even more vicious than before. Grey found solace in his singing, ferreting away choral music from the music room to practice by himself out on the cliffs. Grey sang his heart out, all the melancholic feelings he couldn’t express during the day flowed away at night. It was like a secret between him and the sunset, not even his father knew where he went in the evenings. But he found out when a ship of seasoned sailors sailed their vessel straight into the rocks just under where Grey made his unwitting stage.

Grey was horrified at what his voice could do. And try as he might, his father was unable to hide his own terror from his child, unable to allay his son's fears when his own clouded his heart. Confused and terrified, Grey ran to the sea and never returned. Surviving off of provisions stolen from coastside homes, he hated himself. He didn’t belong anywhere. He could not live on land where he could hurt people. Yet when he ran to the sea, neither could he live as a creature of the ocean, always tied to the human society he was accustomed to. In the sea, Grey had plenty of time to mull things over, perhaps too much. Why did he have to make excuses for who he was born as? Why did he have to compromise when not accepting him for what he was was their problem? The more he thought, the more resentful he became. Fine. If no one was going to look out for him, then the only one who could look out for him was himself. And the humans could only blame themselves for their own weakness.

Description
This is a character profile for group.

See full picture here .
See full civilian picture here .

Warning: Loooong bio ahead. I don't recommend reading it all in one go. XD

See Ripchord's personal timeline here

On another note, his wiki page is up. I'll be shortening up this bio and putting more info on the wiki, so feel free to look at it when you're bored. ^^
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BASIC STATS
Secret ID: Greyson “Grey” Comhghan (CAHM-hahn)
Superhero Alias: Ripchord
Group / Alliance Affiliation(s): No lasting alliances

Nickname(s): Grey
Age: 16
Gender: male
Species: half-mer
Nationality: American
Places Lived: Boston, Massachusetts
Current Residence: Oceans near the Eastern Seaboard coast
Height: 5’10” (when standing); 6’5” (length including tail)
Weight: 162 lbs (as a human); 450lbs (as a merman)
Eye Color: The rolling blue of the sea
Hair Color: Dark brown, almost black
Hair Type: long-ish and cut roughly, since he does it himself
Skin Color: quite pale and doesn’t tan, dries out and sunburns quite easily; takes on scales and a slight pearl sheen while wet

Physical Description:
Physically, he is slim and lean, a streamlined figure with whiplike muscles. When he is in the water, his skin takes on a filmy, iridescent sheen, much like an eel or a fish, and becomes very slippery. As a merman, his gills become more prominent, his hands become webbed, and his tail resembles that of a bluefin tuna. The coloring gives him a grey-blue streak along the sides of his tail, and his fins are sharp and angled. A spiky dorsal fin also runs along his spine.

He often wears nothing more than a large, ill-fitting sweatshirt and swimming trunks as a human. It’s not easy for him to get his hands on clothes, but when he does, he prefers something he can slip quickly in and out of for quick escapes into the ocean. However, he does have a sense of modesty and usually can’t be persuaded out of the water without being guaranteed a pair of pants. Generally, he looks like a runaway (which he basically is). He doesn’t pay much attention to his physical appearance beyond basic hygiene since he doesn’t tend to remain on land for long. At times he wears mismatched flipflops that beachgoers are prone to losing, but is leery of foot fungi and warts; sometimes he just goes barefoot.

Personality
General Personality:
He's quite wary and aggressive around strangers as he’s spent the last few years either hiding from people in general or stealing from them. However, in the case that you haven’t come upon him breaking into your house or trying to mug you, you've probably stumbled across him in the sea at night when the moon is especially bright. He gives off an ethereal, otherworldly demeanor with his pale skin and piercing eyes. Adding to the intense mystery about him, he refuses to speak in fear of unintentionally hurting someone. However, his silence only makes him seem more detached from the world.

His silence very much defines him and the way he communicates. Never having the chance to learn much sign language and without telepathic powers, he can only really communicate with pointing, meaningful looks, and physically leading people where he wants them to go. However, he is not at all used to human contact and his facial expressions are often stiff and stoic without him realizing it, making it difficult for him to get what he’s feeling across. Truthfully, he’s quite lonely and quite unsure how to deal with people.

Despite his melancholy disposition, his behavior can turn drastically from calm seas to a rolling storm in an instant. Because of his past experiences, he is reluctant to trust others and has a deeply-rooted cynical outlook on life. Despite this, he is subconsciously envious of people who remind him of what he doesn't have and often lashes out at them without warning, to their bewilderment. He’s very aggressive when cornered, and is practical and ruthless when it comes to his own survival. He has no qualms stealing or attacking others to sustain himself and has no problem justifying his actions to himself. Additionally, partially because he is unable to express his frustrations verbally, he's picked up the habit of relieving stress by picking fights at night in the larger cities. If the opponent is unwilling to put up a fight, however, it often turns into an old-fashioned mugging.

The one thing he does feel guilty for is his siren song. As a sort of curse of the merfolk, they are all born with a love for music. However, their voices are so enchanting that they lure all who hear it to them, often to their deaths. Humans have jumped off cliffs, walked into the sea, and run ships aground trying find the source of the hypnotic melodies sung by merfolk. Unfortunately, keeping silent is the same as denying them water, and Grey himself is no different. Despite his vow to keep silent, he often finds himself humming unconsciously or suppressing the urge to sing when he thinks no one is around. At times, he gives in, but he has caused several accidents in the past and always fears the next incident will be too close to call.

Good Traits:
Decisive, resourceful when in a pinch, has a strict level of self-control and willpower, efficient and abhors waste

Bad Traits:
Ruthless, has no problem making choices that clearly benefit him even if they may mean hurting or betraying others, proud, stubborn, shy and socially awkward, has a bit of a temper and gets bored or frustrated easily, can get a bit arrogant

Quirks:
He never speaks unless intentionally using his powers
Not that he ever speaks, but when he does he has a thick Boston accent
Has a hatred for raw fish and anything else slimy and has a hard time choking it down, he very much prefers human food
Also harbors a strong dislike for seagulls, cats, and dogs
He is sensitive to any accusations of looking or being girly, pretty, beautiful, or the like and will take serious offense to any hints of the sort
Having never entered high school, he is very behind in his studies
Like the bluefin tuna , he is, in fact, warm-blooded; cold doesn't bother him at all
He has never cooked in his life, doesn't ever intend to learn, and will eat out of jars and cans for the rest of his life if he has his way (he's too lazy even to make a pbj sandwich. He will eat the bread slices, then eat the peanut butter straight from the jar. He's also one of those jerks that drink straight from the orange juice carton.)

Hopes:
His biggest hope is to find somewhere he can belong and live a normal life. His biggest dream is to meet his birth mother, where he imagines she will teach him all the things about his abilities that his human father could not. Secretly, he harbors a hope that after he learns how to control his abilities, he can return to a normal human life on land.

Fears:
He fears he will never find his mother, and yet also fears getting lost in the open sea and never seeing his father again. He regrets running away and abandoning him, but his pride prevents him from going home. He also fears becoming trapped in his merman form, never to return to being human.
His worst nightmares are to be caught and sent to a freak show, put on display for everyone to gawk at, or to cause a shipwreck and kill innocent people.

Memorable Quote(s):
“…”
“………………”
“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”

Relationships
Mother: an unknown mermaid
Father: Douglas Comhghan

Closest Friends: None
Enemies: Mage , Lumie’re
Girlfriend(s)/Boyfriend(s): none, but he is very firmly heterosexual. Meaning hilarity will ensue if a guy tries to hit on him.

Battle
Power(s):
As a half-mer, Gre’s physiology differs slightly from normal humans. His strength and reflexes are one thing that doesn’t change on land or in water. The muscle power needed to propel himself underwater becomes superhuman strength while on land. His strength and mobility underwater while transformed cannot be bested by even the fastest Atlantean, and transformed or untransformed, he has the ability to breathe underwater. He also doesn't get cold easily and can stay warm in the iciest of waters.

Mer Transformation:
When about half of him is submerged in water, he loses his legs and gains a merman’s tail. (This means if you dump a bucket of water on him, you’ll only be left with a soggy and very irritated human. Pushing him into the pool is a different story, however.)
PROS: The transformation to a merman is nearly instant, and grants him unparalleled agility and speed underwater; he can easily drown clumsy human swimmers like the mermaids of lore
CONS: The transformation back into a human is much slower and can be painful if he tries to rush the transformation (which is often the case). Ever superglue your fingers together and try to pull them apart in a hurry? Yeah, that hurts. Also, standing up and walking afterward is like getting up suddenly and trying to walk with your legs asleep.

Siren Song:
When he sings, anyone within hearing range will become hypnotized and drawn to his voice, a sort of pied piper effect. Upon waking they will be dazed and disoriented. Clear recordings will have the same effect, though it depends on the quality of the recording.
PROS: his voice can carry quite far and affects humans and non-humans alike; certain songs appear to be of varying potency to different species
CONS: the effect can be easily countered with earplugs; those with high willpower and fortitude may be able to resist it; he has no control over the behavior of those who hear it and has caused several boating accidents, as well as causing people to jump lemming-like into t he sea; he refrains from singing unless he is sure no one is near, but accidents happen

Siren Scream:
His voice is capable of producing high-pitched shrieks of concussive force
PROS: can be used as an offensive attack or to deflect projectiles; can damage the hearing of those nearby; regular foam earplugs are not enough to protect from this
CONS: It is difficult for him to direct accurately, and often he just lets loose to destroy whatever’s in front of him; it is not at all subtle; specially made earplugs to protect hearing may be enough to counter this; he is also not able to control his voice, and merely speaking may damage the ears of those around him; therefore this has rendered him voluntarily mute, at least when not attacking

Echolocation:
He can use his voice as a sort of sonar to find his way in dark waters
PROS: Allows him to navigate in the darkest of waters; does not have the effects of his Siren Song or Scream
CONS: Out of water, the air is too thin to result in a useful echo map

Weapon(s): he either goes it bare-handed, or grabs whatever is close at the time and improvises
Style:
On land, he generally avoids getting tangled into close combat usually enters conflict only because the opponent is interfering with his escape and will disengage as soon as said escape is assured. He throws things mainly as a distraction rather than to harm. A tactical fighter, he is always considering alternatives to avoid becoming trapped, and is always aware of the environment and how to use it to his advantage. If there is a nearby body of water, he will almost always head towards it.

While he is engaged in battle, he tends to attack in short spurts of physical power, avoiding deadlock situations where it becomes a test of stamina. Usually he saves his Siren Scream for securing his escape, often using it on buildings or other structures to prevent pursuit, or breaking out of an opponent's hold at close range.

In water, he can usually outswim anything. However, if there comes a time to fight, it’s quite easy for him to drown any non-aquatic creature stupid enough to follow him underwater. In addition, he could easily break necks if he catches his opponent with that powerful tail.

Strengths:
He has a damn good throwing arm. Whether its rocks, spears, or a nearby vase, he has impeccable aim. In addition to that, he is very good at utilizing his environment, whether it’s using terrain, nearby objects, or lighting to his advantage. He can switch plans on the fly and improvise quickly when things go sideways. Underwater, he can safely resort to brute force and overwhelm his opponents with his speed and power, exploiting his superior maneuverability. He is resistant to ice, water, and other cold offensive spells.

Weaknesses:
If he ever gets trapped in a small body of water, such as a pool, a tub, or a particularly deep puddle, he’ll instantly turn into a merman with a 300lb tail. He’ll have to flop about first to get out, wait for his tail to dry out, regain his legs, and wobble to his feet before he can be of any use. This can easily take up to a half hour or more.
He refuses to speak, which makes communication between teammates difficult if they don’t have the help of telepathy. Also he is a fast-thinker, and is used to working by himself, which often leads to him being a few steps ahead of his teammates with no way to convey his intentions.
His skin never tans and sunburns easily. He is weak to fire and lightning, and other offensive sources of heat.

Background:
They say once a man has loved a mermaid, he will never again look at a human woman. That is what they say of Douglas Comhghan. He had never taken a wife in all his years living in a small fishing village near Boston. However, there was a stormy day when a child was left on his stoop. No one knew where it came from. But Douglas took one look at the child and knew it was his own. He named him Greyson, the boy seemingly born from the stormy grey skies and seas that night.

For months, years, his son seemed perfectly normal, indistinguishable from the little boy the Monoghan’s had next door. They often played on the beach together when he had the time to look after them. Mrs. Monoghan always made sure to mention little Grey had such a sweet little voice. It was on that beach that Greyson walked for the first time. And shortly afterwards, it became the beach where Grey first swam. Douglas still remembers it, that tiny boy toddling inexplicably fast towards the water, the waves gaping like a shark’s maw before swallowing him whole. He dove into the water, searching desperately for his little boy. And he found him, tail and all, gurgling happily in the sea.

Five-year-old Grey loved the ocean. His father would take him out on his fishing boat, far out where no one could see them, and he would swim while Douglas put out his nets. He’d chase the fish straight into the traps his father laid for them, laughing and singing and enjoying the water. But this idyllic existence was not to last. Someone caught a glimpse of him, and was reminded that Douglas had once claimed he had seen a mermaid.

The fisherman had been doing well. Too well, the superstitious villagers whispered. He must have made a deal with some dark creature of the sea. And that child must be proof of that union. And when the villagers whisper, so do their children. Their children whisper in the classrooms, and their whispers turn to shouts and jeers on the playground. And ten-year-old Grey could only counter these with his fists. After being sent home for yet another fight, Douglas had to talk to him. Where is my mother? Grey asked. Why don’t I have one? Doesn’t she like me? His father had no answers. And then disaster struck.

How come you don’t have a mommy?
I do too have a mommy!
Liar! She doesn’t want you!
She does too want me! She’s just a mermaid and can’t come see me!
Liar! Mermaids don’t exist!
Do too! Dad said she was a mermaid!
Do not! He’s a liar!
Nuh-uh!
My mommy says that your mom is just a whore who didn’t want you and dumped you at your dad’s doorstep!
SHEEEEE!! IIIIIIIS! NOOOOOOOT!!!!

Grey screamed. He screamed until he ran out of air. What he didn’t realize was that he had screamed until the boy in front of him collapsed on the ground, ears bleeding. On the rest of the playground, children lay on the ground, hands over their ears, half-deaf and crying for their parents.

Grey changed schools. His voice was changing. From then on he refused to speak and spent the rest of his elementary school years silent. However, the echoes of his voice still remained, trailing him wherever he went. It was a small town, and in middle school, he met classmates who still remembered. The whispers spread, even more vicious than before. Grey found solace in his singing, ferreting away choral music from the music room to practice by himself out on the cliffs. Grey sang his heart out, all the melancholic feelings he couldn’t express during the day flowed away at night. It was like a secret between him and the sunset, not even his father knew where he went in the evenings. But he found out when a ship of seasoned sailors sailed their vessel straight into the rocks just under where Grey made his unwitting stage.

Grey was horrified at what his voice could do. And try as he might, his father was unable to hide his own terror from his child, unable to allay his son's fears when his own clouded his heart. Confused and terrified, Grey ran to the sea and never returned. Surviving off of provisions stolen from coastside homes, he hated himself. He didn’t belong anywhere. He could not live on land where he could hurt people. Yet when he ran to the sea, neither could he live as a creature of the ocean, always tied to the human society he was accustomed to. In the sea, Grey had plenty of time to mull things over, perhaps too much. Why did he have to make excuses for who he was born as? Why did he have to compromise when not accepting him for what he was was their problem? The more he thought, the more resentful he became. Fine. If no one was going to look out for him, then the only one who could look out for him was himself. And the humans could only blame themselves for their own weakness.