Duncan Jones

Race: Some sort of reptile-like Amphibian monster man
Sex: Male
Age:33
Height: About 7 feet from head to where his front legs meet the ground, about 20 feet long when stretched out
Hair colour: Red
Skin colour: Pale white with a subtle greenish tinge
Eye colour: Green, right pupil permenantly dilated after a drunken brawl



Duncan is a rather grouchy and prickly swamp creature who wandered into Felarya through a portal and never found his way home. He doesn't handle change very well even at the best of times, and going from a nice friendly moor to a tropical jungle full of naked giant women wasn't really what he wanted. He was never really the most charming person, but going from being a fish in water to a fish in outer space has left him even snarkier and more miserable than ever.

Being some sort of amphibian, Duncan's skin produces a multipurpose slime. While not poisonous, it tastes foul, makes him very difficult to keep hold of (ever tried holding an eel?) and stings when you get it in a cut, or your eye. It also helps him move across land on rainy nights, so isn't stuck in the same pool or river for too long. Still, going on land is a rare and dangerous thing for him, he can only move about as fast as the average human, and his body isn't really designed for it, getting tired easily and getting bruises and scratches from the ground. His favorite environment is cold swamps, and moors with plenty of water crisscrossing them, but he won't complain too much if he has to stay in a lake or river.

Duncan is, sadly, quite old-fashioned, in a bad way. He doesn't think very highly of women with hair the colours of the rainbow running around topless, and he certainly doesn't approve of them seeing how he tastes. This has led to him reflexively calling most giant predators very nasty names and throwing things whenever they go near him. Although he's hardly a feared opponent to them, he's managed to survive so far by being more trouble than he's worth for a snack.

Despite being sullen at best, and openly agressive at worst to predators, Duncan's developed something of a grudging respect for humans, with them being one of the few other races he remembers from his home. If he gets the chance, and is in a good mood, he'll help people escape from mermaids and other water predators by distracting them (usually with rude words) or even grabbing onto a human in the water and swimming off with them. If he rescues a man, he'll probably just dump him on the bank and forget about him, (unless they've got any form of alcohol on them, in which case he politely persuades them to share) but he's quite a bit more of a gentleman with the ladies, asking them it they're alright, telling huge, impressive lies about how he got some of his scars, offering to provide shelter until their clothes dry, and not even hitting them if they ask whether he's English. (Technically he's married, but his wife ran off with the postman long before he got stuck in Felarya.)

Also he's very fond of his kilt, and anyone making fun of it will probably get punched, or worse, he'll threaten to take it off.