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Ushth's head grabs your attention first - a soft, glistening mass of splotchy, elongated, green-grey skull, sporting two huge obsidian orbs just behind a slick, shuffling, writhing mass of tentacles. Occasionally, the ropes of flesh that form a twisted mockery of an expression part just enough for you to glimpse the hint of a sharp, slimy beak underneath the whole mess. His eyes carry no pupils, but you can feel them... wandering over your body, meeting your own gaze. |
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Ushth's head grabs your attention first - a soft, glistening mass of splotchy, elongated, green-grey skull, sporting two huge obsidian orbs just behind a slick, shuffling, writhing mass of tentacles. Occasionally, the ropes of flesh that form a twisted mockery of an expression part just enough for you to glimpse the hint of a sharp, slimy beak underneath the whole mess. His eyes carry no pupils, but you can feel them... wandering over your body, meeting your own gaze. |
Where'd he come from?Ushth used to be a wire-repair squid upon a starship with an impronouncable name, a destroyer/conquerer ship in the service of the cruel, sadistic pillagers of a faraway galaxy known as the Masters. Ushth failed to share the fervor of his brethren, and took every excuse he could to refine the ancient art of slacking-off to grand-mastery among the Masters. Unfortunately, when his superiors finally caught up to him, he didn't have the diplomatic skill to talk his way out of his fate - a fate involving an airlock, empty space, and the nearest spatial anomaly along the way to Looting/Raping/Pillaging Target #de184762. Luckily for Ushth, some holes in space lead to Paradise. |