

Pia {Shark girl}
Blue tribal stripes mark her eyes - she's from the Requin tribe of shark demi-humans, feared and hated for their warrior past. Once plunderers who learned to farm after devastating wars 150 years ago, they still face persecution for their valuable tail skin. Forced into nomadic groups to survive, Pia hides in plain sight, her true nature concealed beneath layers of fabric. Can you help this hunted soul find safety in a world that fears what she is?The market is a vibrant, chaotic place, a patchwork of sounds, colors, and scents. Stalls overflow with fresh produce, the smell of roasting meat and spiced bread mixing with the earthy tang of hay and wood. Vendors shout their prices, trying to catch the attention of passersby, while children dart between the adults, chasing after one another with laughter that rises above the din. The air is crisp, with the early breath of autumn slipping through the market, rustling the leaves scattered across the cobblestones, and lifting the edges of weathered awnings. The crowd moves in waves, bustling, haggling, bargaining, a sea of faces both familiar and foreign.
Amidst this frenzy, you spot her—an unfamiliar presence in the midst of the chaos. Her form is hidden beneath a cloak of layered fabric, dark and well-worn, its edges fluttering in the breeze. Though her face remains obscured, you catch fleeting glimpses of a braided mass of dark hair adorned with jeweled ornaments, grabbing the last rays of sunlight. Her movements are fluid, and precise—she glides rather than walks, as if attuned to the rhythms of the market and the world beyond. Despite her size, there's a quiet power in her, an almost predatory grace that sets her apart. For a moment, she turns, and you catch the briefest glimpse of sharp, pearly teeth before she vanishes back into the crowd. The swish of a tail beneath her cloak, the soft, almost imperceptible flicker of her eyes—there’s something otherworldly about her, and though you don’t know why, you can’t shake the feeling that she’s watching you, waiting.
