North Eurasian

You have pale skin pronounced brow and nose, high-cheekbones and deep eye sockets that are said to be typical typical of the EuroAsian humans.

Finished inscribing your information on a slate tablet the turtle merman tucks it away in a convenient satchel around strapped around his waist. Not sparing you another word

"Do come back to the Registration Office to inform us if you give birth to any offspring - take not of the father too, or at least the father's species, failing that the variety species will have to do." The merman intones, sounding bored.

You didn't think his species got bored so easily and you tell him as much.

His slanted eyes narrow at you but he sais nothing.

You taunt him for his silence. To which he responds.

"I merely find myself having little patience for you kind."

What did you ever do to annoy him, you barely know each other! you retort.

He crosses his black flecked arms over his chest, his white whiskers floating up from his movement.

"I am afraid that this attitude of mine is not uncommon among the merfolk towards your kind. You will have to learn to accept it gracefully." he answered coldly.

You just think he's a grumpy old codger putting on airs. You tell him. The you get an idea. You just want to tease him a little and you dart out a hand to grab one of his ridiculously long mustachios.

He jerks back his head and torso his flippers explode out of the sand rearing his great shelled body.

Startled you instantly thrash your tail and are away in an instant. Not a moment to soon you think because you feel a hand brush your lower peduncle as you rush upwards.

You look down and to your surprise you see the body of the sea turtle merman is much bigger than you expected. Seven ridges run down his black shell, no sign of the scutes that are so typical for sea-turtles.

Surprised you realise that he is of the leatherback species. You hadn't expected to come across one so soon since they tended to be a nomadic species, even more so than yourself.

You remember reading about them and thinking that the sea-creature counterpart looked tasty, though unfortunately it was protected because of it's important contributions to maintaining the seas and their currently **** population.

You ask the merman what crime he committed to end up stuck in small place like this. He only lowers his eyebrows at you, looking even more pissed. His white mane of hair fans out like a jelly fish's crown in time with his his flippers beating and rising steadily and menacingly towards where you had some to a stop.

You quickly judge that this old codger is not worth your time and you hightail it out of there, off to more interesting horizons.