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Bahamutans

[Picture: The Symbol of Bahamut: An oval, fish-like scale with iridescent rays. It is inlaid with intricate filigree-work in some precious metal. Over this has been crudely painted an open eye, with no iris but a wide black pupil. Fingerprints are still visible in the paint. ]

[Picture: Central. A fisherman is standing under a streetlight. He is a young man, with a general Latino appearance. His legs are in oilskin pants but he is barefoot. He wears a wifebeater, under which bumpy, scaly ridges are visible that delineate his muscles. He has no hair and his scalp is glistening. His arms are tattooed, and one of his hands is holding the rostrum of a sawfish like a macahuitl. His jaw is gaping wide open, much larger than a human jaw could, and displays several rows of teeth along with a flat, wide tongue.]

Morphology

An awkward young man plays football somewhere in the heart of America, towering over his teammates and plowing through the opposition. It begins to rain, and his friends swear that they see his eyes blacken, his skin ripple with colors and patterns. Teammates pat him on the back with worried, nervous expressions. He is a Bahamutan.

A solid, strong woman struggles with lines on the deck of a vessel during a storm. Waves wash over her to no effect, and when she shouts to the crew, the windows of their ship crack. No one comes to help, but no matter how deep the rope bites into her flesh, she maintains her grip. Horrific shapes writhe in the blood that puddles at her feet. She is a Bahamutan.

A giant of a man in ill-fitting, ragged clothes kneels in an alley. Other vagrants occasionally bring him food, offered with reverence tinged with terror. When the cops come, or when some neighborhood toughs start to prey on the homeless, the giant stands, silhouetteed against the alley mouth, and just rumbles. Talking stops. There's a long, still pause. People clear out. The giant goes back to kneeling. Someone's left little tin-foil sculptures around him, still smelling of delicatessin. He is a Bahamutan.

Progenitor

The Bahamutans trace their descent back to a Progenitor labelled Bahamat or Behemoth. Reputedly a fish or whale of immense size, it was said to support whole cities on its back. Martial Bahamutans cite the biblical image of Behemoth's power as proof of a lost warrior tradition.

Symbols and Associations

The Sea of Salahit, the Caspian Sea, the vice of Sloth.

Quote

"This is a good place. I like it here, and I spent years making sure it remains the sort of place I like. Usually this involves making sure punks like you don’t bother the good people of this town. Then it becomes the sort of place they don’t like. You still sure you want to set up shop here? "

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