At a petite 5' with a shy tendency to cover up and fold her hands into her pockets, Rhyse could easily be overlooked if not for two very distinguishing characteristics; her cascades of strawberry red hair and the crimson stain to her irises. She has been fortunate thus far that most mistook her for a native Irish girl with her flaming hair and pale complexion.
Doused in the salty waters of the ocean, she is a different creature all together. The metamorphosis is not something she can stop, reminiscent of the earthen fairy tales of mermaids. But that is where the comparison stops. Hair strands fuse as legs peel apart into tendrils longer than she is tall, resembling that of the earthen squid, skin thickening like that of a porpoise and staining crimson. Tendrils are pure muscle, dangerous weapons by themselves as they end in points that hold small barbs down the inner ridge. Below her hips are 15 tendrils fully in tact, the sixteenth is stumped, the last third severed off when the people of this world sought to kill the "demon".(See Other Ch Images tab)
Almost painfully shy, Rhyse has managed to stay "under the radar" by not drawing attention to herself. When she is relaxed she has a lyrical laughter that can infect those around her. In the kitchen is where her confidence shines, able to forget the world and take charge of those around her.
In the water, the warrior in her can come out. Protective of those she cares about the warrior has only been present once since she was sucked through a maelstrom to this foreign world. This led to a devastating encounter where she learned she was a "demon".... "evil".... "disgusting". This perception has stayed with her, ashamed of her alter ego, fearful that revealing it will lead to instant death. This has led to a fear of the ocean, even the thought of being on a boat sends her skittering away as her transformation is triggered when doused in as little as a gallon of ocean waters.
Rhyse came to the world with nothing but a very simple ring. The twisted silver cradles a small sphere that holds the only remnant from her lost world, water from its oceans.
She had built herself a small life in Ireland where she owned a café, but that was lost to her in the recent tumult over registration when it was discovered that she was indeed an Outworlder. In the violence her café was burned to the ground and she herself has been on the run ever since.