His name was Adonis, and he was quite well known for being handsome and dashing. The weeds in his mane glistened in the sunlight, while his midnight-blue eyes were soulful and deep. He spend a good amount of time admiring himself in reflective pools, too. The only person he occasionally spoke to (without asking, 'how do I look today, do you like my tail?') was Rachel the dryad-rukel. Though shy he liked her, perhaps more than either of them let on.

But Adonis was true to his name more often than not. He kept himself groomed ridiculously well, and it was said that if it wasn't for the fact that he needed the water to survive, he'd probably never go back in a slow-moving pond again. Watching him clean himself as he comes out of a body of water is like watching a cat try and recompose themselves after an enforced bath. Now, in a nice sterile place, a bath, or a shower, Adonis actually likes being wetted down and scrubbed up.

He values his weedy-hair too much though, to abandon his currently claimed pool of water. And far from being all dashing in reality, he only looks that way. If there's any sign of real danger, he leaves all the fighting to Dolores the Harpy-rukel. Though he's not a wimp, he would put up whatever force needed to really defend himself if the need were there. But only if no one was there to watch him get dirty.