(THIS IS THE EDITED VERSION) Corpse swam around his little cave with boredom, sometime leaping out of the water to see if he could touch the ceiling just because. It was small compared to the one he used to reside in when he still lived with his barbarian-like family, but he had left years ago and was doing find now. He was able to fit with all of his hoarded things he'd found on the ocean floor and could still swim in the water quite nicely so he didn’t mind.

The cave was nice, pretty rocks and though it was mostly filled with water there was an air pocket up top that was around 6 feet up from the water. The cave was good for him and he never left it unless to go hunt some fish for his occasional meals. Sometimes he heard the screams of kids playing in the water and in the beach next to the rocky shore his cave was placed and silently thought of how nice it would be to pull one under for annoying him, but he suppressed the urges.

Corpse was what most merfolk would consider a fine man, large black claws on the tips of his webbed finger, good for hunting and providing. He had a rather large tail, scales a shiny black with purple undertones and his fin being a deep red. His tail was almost twice the size of his upper half with made him about 10 ft/304 cm tall all together, which was extremely desirable amongst the females. A not so nice part him through was his shut gills and shredded fin of his tail. His gills were sewn with fishing line, which with it on his neck was extremely hard to remove without him bleeding out so he left it and the shredded fin was not only caused by years of abuse but also from humans who had caught him in a net a few years ago.