[attr="class","ommg"]Iain Coinneach

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Iain's human form is rather tall at 6'1", complimented by long limbs and a slender physique. Though he's somewhat muscular it isn't in a bulky way; his is the sleek strength of a runner or a swimmer, not a bodybuilder. His eyes are heterochromatic, the left one blue and the right blood red. His skin is pale, contrasting sharply against his dark, blue-black hair. His hair is of medium length in most places, never as long as his chin, though he's grown it out in the back to form a long ponytail. Just don't call it that- he doesn't appreciate the horse metaphor.

He likes to think he has a mean fashion sense, too. He dresses sharp and fashionable, and always looks well put together; if he looks rumpled, it's a very good bet that he did it on purpose. He tends to dress in complete monochrome, and can usually be found in either a black leather jacket or a suit. He's irrationally fond of collars and ties, and even if he isn't dressing formally there's still usually a tie loose around his neck. He has multiple piercings in each ear (six, to be exact) and though he isn't really one for jewelry he often wears several sets of earrings at a time.

As for his monstrous form? Well, he isn't that far out there- at first glance, even demigods often mistake him for a plain black horse, albeit a rather large one. It's the details that give him away for the devil he is: seaweed in his dripping wet mane, too many jagged shark-like teeth, mismatched eyes on the front of his head like a true predator. Just because he isn't outlandish doesn't mean he's not dangerous, though. He's quite capable of ripping apart fragile little humans even outside of his native domain, and there are few supernaturals who can keep up with him in the water. 





There's something to be said for not having parents, or certain origin of any kind. Iain will laugh it off if anyone asks, but truth be told he doesn't really know how it happened himself. He remembers fear, he remembers water and darkness and the cold, and a deep, soul-consuming hunger like a black hole- and, well, that's what he was. He was the thing that went bump in the night, the most feared demon in all of the Scottish Isles. Humans were his vast inferiors; less than that, they were his prey, nothing more than fodder for the endless hunger that plagued him.

At first it was enough just to hunt them down and drag them under, but though he was powerful he could be hurt, and the humans learned there was safety in numbers. They ganged up on him and killed him, and when he returned it was with a vengeance- but never again did he appear before a crowd. For a while he was content with picking off their stragglers, but in time humanity discovered fire, and he discovered that, though he was indeed a water spirit, he could be burned to death. For a while he raged against them, but they got smarter, learned to avoid him, and so he was forced to adapt as well.

Over his next several incarnations he learned patience, he learned restraint; he waited by the edge of the loch that was home and pretended to be a normal horse, a godsend for weary travelers, and thus he had his first taste of deceit. They told stories of him, the each uisge, the kelpie, and his power grew. Eventually the humans learned not to trust lone horses with seaweed in their manes, so he adapted and took a human skin, a beautiful young man to lure them to their watery dooms. Centuries passed and he grew cleverer and more powerful, until he was the most infamous creature in the land. His power peaked around the fourth century, and life was good.

But then the humans changed. Religions shifted- the tales told of him rang with less and less truth. He became less of a real danger and more of a bedtime story to scare children into behaving. By the seventh century the humans thought of him as little more than the bogeyman, a vague warning tale of the dangers of walking a dark forest alone. They stopped believing in him, and year by year he felt his powers slip away from him. Each time he was killed it took longer to regenerate, and he could feel himself slipping away. He spent more and more time in his human form, forced to play nice now that he was no longer the top of the food chain.

Were it not for the advent of Lemuria he may not have survived- as it is, only the knowledge of demigods and old heretics keeps him going in the modern era. He hunted them a bit in the past, sure, but he was never really one for prey that could fight back, and thus he finds himself rather neutral to most demigods, content to play nice for now. He's more of a nuisance than anything, these days- er, except for the occasional unfortunate mortal who winds up as a snack, but with his powers fading that only happens every few weeks at most.

With the supernatural world in an uproar about this new prophecy, however, he's starting to take more interest in the comings and goings of the demigods. After all, if some new danger is coming, he's going to need his powers back in full force- he just hasn't decided how to best go about it. He could throw in his lot with the demigods; he could join with his monster brethren and institute a new reign of terror while the halflings are distracted. The jury's still out on that one, though, and for now, he's just biding his time.


Kelpie's Bridle (Tier 1)
An enchanted bridle that appears to be made of gold. It's what allows Iain his power to shapeshift into his human form- take it away and he's trapped, as either a horse or a human not much better than a mere mortal. He defends the thing with his life.


Sticky Touch (Tier 1)
Iain's fingertips become slightly adhesive. While not powerful enough to support his body weight or do much to move another person, it's useful for pickpocketing or catching small objects.

Child of the Sea (Tier 1)
Iain draws energy from large bodies of water- though fresh water will do in a pinch, salt water bodies are ideal, with the ocean being by far the best. This manifests itself through moisture, and he's always slightly damp. The more energy he has the more it increases, and when standing next to the sea he constantly drips salt water.