Name: Andrea D'Yanthlae

Age: 21

Gender: F

Species: Cecaelia

Description: Undulating and disquieting Andrea's flesh contorts making a mockery of a human girl grafted on the inscrutable tentacular limbs of a thing forgotten to the deeps. A generous appraisal might deem her handsome from the waist up. She doesn't look unlike a dark haired maiden just departing her teen-aged years. From a distance you might think she was merely sweating, though the glistening of her skin is owed to the thin layer of protective slime oozing over her clammy poikilothermic flesh. She moves unlike a human, more like hidden sea current were flowing beneath her skin.
Like a thing born of chaos she changes color and even the texture of her skin, her eight tentacles serve as legs and she seems to roll across the land with surprising efficiency for limbs not meant for walking. She's an octopus woman. She wears a simple strophium of an unidentifiable supple leather, and carries her textbook and ID inside her skirt meaning the webbed part of her tentacles.

Personality: Andrea is despite everything a kind-hearted friendly individual who tries to see the best in people. She's painfully aware most species find her kind and their ancestors/gods creepy, and if someone is willing to look past the slimy tentacle monster part of her she'll take pains not to alienate their kindness.
She loves numbers and mathematics, and enjoys discussing philosophy for philosophy's sake. She loves swimming but tries to not show off when she's in the water, being quite conscious how socially difficult it is for her to not be able to run on land.
She holds grudges and doesn't like to be wronged. She's quiet, slow and meticulous setting up vengeance but persistent in her goal.