The Grand OC III: Do Not Steal: Week.6: UNEARTH!

Name: "Fish Head"
Species: Cryptid? Mutant?
Gender: He/His
Color: ('>>)<

Description: A humanoid with a disproportionate fish-head resting between shoulders. Grossly muscular to the point it violates conventional anatomy - three pairs of bulging arms sprout from where his abdominal regions lie. Tends to go around shirtless, every inch of his exposed skin covered in tattoos. Remaining dressage - piecemeal armor - suspects a previous career as a conventional supersoldier. Despite horrific appearance, surprisingly honorable, following his own post-apocalyptic code of chivalry. Sustains a love for combat but only against "equal" opponents - puny humans need not to apply. Most of his time applies towards searching for such a worthy challenge.

Abilities: Has a pair of very muscular arms and three extra on his abdominal. Each pair is as strong as peak-human capacity can let it, which means he is four times as strong as a man - which means that is kind of terrifying. Currently wielding a chain gun, two uzis, a makeshift broadsword, and for some reason, a harmonica. Good at fighting. Not so great at music unfortunately.

Biography:

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In the grimdark future of the year 2017, the world was ruined by an unspecified apocalypse. As humanity struggled to survive, civilizations downsized into smaller, independent city-states. In one particular city-state, two soldier occupy a make-do tower - previously housing a church bell - at their superior's orders, guarding vigilantly against perceived threats. Eventually, enough time passed to the point boredom seemed more dangerous than potential bandits. So they shared stories.

"Had you heard of the 'Fish Head?'" Soldier A inquired.

"Never had I do," Soldier B admitted. She cocked an eyebrow. "Go on."

"Well--" Soldier A lit up her chin with a flashlight. There was still daylight, so it was not scary at all. "'Fish Head' is this creature terrorizing around these parts. Looks as if a man mated with a bug. Some B-movie business, I'd say! Especially with those stomach-arms. Don't ask me where he comes from though. His origins are shrouded in mystery. Government experiment or soldier? Does it matter? Big and ugly, that's what he is, and he exists. I swear."

Soldier B looked dubious. Soldier A, encouraged, continued.

"Anyway. Fish Head's really strong. So strong that he cannot be stopped. I think he's aware of it because - because, he keeps on fighting and if he ran out of fights - well - he keeps going. Finding fights probably not hard for him though. Lots of dead bodies, lots of hurt feelings, you know. Don't think anyone won or I would've heard. No one's died yet though. Fish Head keeps sparing them. There's a bit of humanity in him, I guess. Or he wanted more fights in the future. A corpse can't fight, after all -"

"Getting off topic, sis."

"Right, right. What really gets me is like, like. Why does Fish Head keeps fighting? I doubt he had any higher reasoning, but I don't think he's super dumb, yeah? He's got a thing for music. So my theory is, he's trying to test his limits - or obtain an honorable death, since he's so goddamn ugly. All that kung-fu movie stuff. Which is pretty cool, but. But! There could be better ways to get around that without beating randos up, freaky arms and all! He's such a nuisance."

"I agree," Soldier B said, unimpressed.

"You could say, he's obnoxious."

"Uh-huh."

"Obnoxious with those abs knocking out people. That damn fish."

Soldier B froze.

"Abs. Knock. Fish," Soldier A beamed as she spoke out each syllable. "Obnoxious."

Soldier A shrieked in triumphant glee as she dodged the hat, the goggles, and three-or-four oatmeal packets Soldier B managed to scrounge between her audible groans and mock-angry statements. The build-up was mediocre and the pun was absolutely (ha!) abominable, but her campfire tale did its duty. Soldier A estimated the whole routine took ten minutes. Which is good because if she could think up five more good ones, they could get excused from guard duty. Then they can go back home, back to their families for the night.