#to be fair hes not used to walking and uses his staff oretty heavily

[zaynes-ocs]

11, 19, 27, 45 for Alexander? I want to learn more about our fish boy! [@solar-ships]

Absolutely our fish boy is dearly beloved ahhshshshs thank you so much for asking!!~

Original ask game here

11. If someone was impresonating them, what could friends or family do to determine the difference?

Thats a really interesting question, and as for alexander, ironically I think it would be the fact that he would give up trying to convince you because the impersonation is too good, hes a real “wow they do me better than i do myself… i dont think i’ll succeed” and he’ll quietly mope in a corner because hes so shy and awkward he honestly might not even try, he’d just accept his fate.

19. What would they do if they were stuck in a room with a person theymve been avoiding

Ultimate camouflage. They would find a shadowy corner and turn their back towards the person and turn out his bioluminescence. Essentially the same tactic he uses to avoid predators while swimming, though unfortunately for this socially awkward fish, it doesn’t exactly work on more intelligent species.

27. Whats the worst gift they ever recieved, how did they respond?

One of the nuns at his church once gave him a rock she believed to be a geode (it was just a regular rock) but of course his mother raised him with manners, so he thanked her anyways and promptly hid the rock and came back with an actual geode he found and thanked her for the gift. She doesnt know the truth.

45. Whats something unimportant/frivolous they hate passionately?

I dont think theres anything like that that alexander truly hates per-se, but he very much dislikes the fact that on land inns dont have rooms and pathways specialized for sea-folk. He cannot fathom that in a realm of magic, the people on land dont have more ramps and underwater sleeping quarters. Stairs and laddders have been his nemesis since day 1 on the surface, and he refuses to let them win. He’d much rather sleep in the water than the odd pile of cotton that land dwellers call “beds”