Aath

The classic Grecian sculpt of Aath's face and body are irreparably overtaken by the beastly tendrils that top his head and finish the end of his body. His flesh is dark and purpled, mottled with color here and there. The tentacles, however, can shrink up into wrinkly slivers or expand into dangerous obstructions. They slither and coil about his skill like impatient snakes, while rolling and sweeping from below to propel him along the ocean floor. Aath is the tale which began the octopus.

Personality

Aath is wary, but his severe curiosity often overturns this. Like all octopi, he is impatient and easily bored, often seeking opportune moments to toy with something or someone.

History

Aath was the beginning of the octopus. Long ago, he was the original Deep Sea Monster, but his "terrible deeds" were merely curious antics. When at last he drew more fear than awe, Aath picked himself apart into millions of smaller octopi, which would grow to populate the depths of the oceans.

Aath's Story

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# Gambit's Bar, 2010-06-19 00:33:14, as written by ThatsNotPoetry

Aath coiled and rippled, unwinding in very slow, subtle turns and flicks. Meticulously placed lights gave him a faint, glossy glow here and there. The creature was only a mass of tendrils and wrinkles, shrunken up as it was. And yet somehow, he drew not an ounce of attention. But that was the way of things. Place something out on display, and suddenly it's far less interesting. The massive tank followed a long wall, and it was crawling with tiny crustaceans and decorated with sprawling corals. The dark mass in the back was supposed to be the price catch, but it was so boring and immobile.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-06-19 00:43:16, as written by ThatsNotPoetry

Aath probed along the edges of his enclosure with eternal patience, tracing the seams of the tank and wriggling the sensitive tips of fleshy tendrils at any little cranny he happened to find. He didn't need to see; he need only touch. The limited lighting wasn't so awful. After all, deep see creatures tended to do without. In fact, all the noise and movement of this place was the worst of it. Slowly, from the mostly stilled spread of dark limbs, a hand came spreading along the glass, to draw that broad, masterful torso forward and over the coral. What on earth was this thing doing in here? Under the lid, the water splashed and rippled, but never escaped to the floor of the bar.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-06-19 00:50:58, as written by ThatsNotPoetry

Aath scowled behind clear glass, yellow eyes snapping instantly to ...attempt... to focus on Sapphyra's shoes. The sound reverberated through the tank and made him hate the water. Those hands drew back, lost in the mess of blanketing tendrils and rippling skin. No more.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-06-19 14:01:43, as written by ThatsNotPoetry

Aath just can't bear it anymore. The force with which he crashed against the side of the tank along the side wall of the room sends a webbing of cracks moving swiftly through the glass. The tempered surface warped under the pressure of all that water, until another collision send it breaking outward. Tentacles came spilling from the gaps, and he tumbled wetly onto the puddling floor. There. Something to react to, you tards.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-06-19 14:06:09, as written by ThatsNotPoetry

Aath sent his tendrils rolling along the floor boards, hauling himself forward with them and by the pull of his great arms. He needed a body of water, but more importantly, he was free to find it! In gushing himself by that horrid jukebox, he tangled Strawberry's limbs in his many fleshy limbs, smothering her and twisting up her arms and legs as he thrashed her away from the machine. All day every day with this awful noise thrumming through my tank! He smashed the thing just as he tossed the girl from his hundreds of tiny grippers.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-06-19 14:11:23, as written by ThatsNotPoetry

Aath was not creepy crawly! He was beautiful and strange and God, does no one look at character profiles? With the juke box half netted in his roiling tendrils, he dragged the thing toward the door, only to lug it at the brat and his rocks. "Out of the way, imbecile!" He had water to find.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-06-19 14:11:46, as written by ThatsNotPoetry

(*her rocks)

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-06-19 14:12:31, as written by ThatsNotPoetry

Aath is entirely unaware of how rocks can come flying out of wooden floorboards above a concrete foundation. But yanno. Whatever.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-06-19 14:16:06, as written by ThatsNotPoetry

Aath decidedly ignores the blind kid who still manages to see everything, because there is no possible way boulders can come flying in here without wrecking up the doors and windows of the place in the process. He sighs with a roll of bright yellow eyes, wishing to all that was holy that these children would pay attention to how they use their words. On his way out the door, he leaves a wet trail oily with ink.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by ThatsNotPoetry

Last seen at: Gambit's Bar

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