Name: Otis Majoris
Age: 17
Species: Anthroselachi (highly mutated) [unknown variant]
Planet of origin: [unknown]
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bi
Height: 5’10”
General appearance: wears purple-discolored white sweatpants, they have white hair, and their skin is a sleek muted ivory with jet black sharp-looking spots dotting their body
Skills: agile and decently strong, can parkour, jump high and also play electric guitar (and some drums too)
Abilities: can somehow respawn if you use a mix of life magic and a bit of dark magic on an amethyst crystal

“It’s a conflicting thing to be called ‘different’ ain’t it? You’re either on the high end, where you’ll be living your days with silver and gold, or you’re the low end, considered a freak of nature. Called an alien, a vile thing, or an antichrist, just cause yer not considered ‘standard’ or ‘supar’ by them asshole’s regulations. To that I say aye, a load o’ shite ya’ll are for people supposed ‘tolerant’ despite everything you believing in disappointed of them nonsensical double standard ya shove up your arses. Eh… well, morality is an even flow ya know, my tailmaw sure agrees, but not without ey own chaos. I’ve had my tailmaw long as I’ve been out my mum’s womb. His name’s Rutherford and he definitely is his own bag o’ worms to deal with. Sometimes we get hungry aye, and he goes crazy over trying to get any food, I gotta hold him down whenever he gets crazy, but at least he makes for good companion and defense. The world a strange place ain’t it? To love is to be hated, but at least that’s from my own experience. I’m sure there much kind in this gargantuan bag o’ trail mix, hoping I can find the side that can love and be loved soon.”