You see Ichthyo Saltspore, a Merelew.
He has green eyes, no hair to speak of, and metallic blue scales cover his body from head to toe.

Ichthyo's hands are empty but you notice his fingers are slightly webbed.
He is wearing a pair of black shark-leather boots, a wedding band carefully crafted of dozens of tiny shells fitted together, a black robe that is covered with a mossaic of irridescent plates of nacre and a leathery cranberry-red headpiece in the shape of a cuttlefish.