Seventeen. Or at least by human count is the age of this newcomer. Shayek stood upon a large ship, rocking about on stormy seas. Lightning booming into the sea, thunder sending off loud bangs and flashes. A large rocking sent his stability off track and he fell to his face, catching himself and slowly picking himself up.
He stood up tall and grabbed the helm, swinging the large wheel and the look on his face was anything but scared. If anything he seemed determined. He was directing the giant ship into a whirlpool that was growing closer. He grinned wide with sharp, shark-like teeth and he yelled at the top of his lungs
"In the name of my royal blood!" then the whole ship began to swirl but the swirl of the whirlpool began to glow different colors, from his cape he drew a white wand from its holster and he pointed it into the air. A great white bolt shooting upwards and clashing with a giant lightning bolt and seemed to wrestle in the air. The great white bolt shot straight through the lighting as the ship tore itself apart and began to sink.
Shayek did a somersault off of the top railing, running across the top deck and to the nose of the ship.
He Swan-Dived off it and right into the middle of the swirling, his long purple cape swishing behind him with the vicious wind. The great sea engulfed him, his gills opening up and the water swishing into them.
He was wearing what he could manage as a princely outfit in this place. A purple cape that came up to his shoulders, a collar stemming from where it meets the shoulders, going up to the bottom of his ears. The sides were connected by a gold chain, stretched on his chest. A black shirt and violet, velvet pants. They were made of some kind of material that seemed to not get wet even in this ocean. A wand holstered in the cape and a sword placed on his left hip.
He tore at the water, swimming with all of his might. The sea seemed to bend to his will and he shot through it at one certain goal. He had a plan, as he always did. Shayek was a highly egotistical individual but with good reason. When he was still on his planet he was the Last Prince an individual said to bring about the great impossibility of peace, through great destruction. All in all the prophecy was strange and people assumed he would be the martyr to stop all war.
This led to him becoming very uptight and full of himself and very un-codependent.
He touched the seafloor and his feet clutched the sandy, wet soil. He bent over and grabbed a handle, covered in wet mud and tore it open. A hatch breaking off its handle as he jumps into the whole it created, floating down with the water getting sucked into it. He dropped down into a room, the water stopping above him.
This was to be expected, there were plenty of weird things on this planet that he knew about. From the fantastical going abouts of magic, to a cyclops that eats you for lunch.
He lit the end of his wand and the whole room showed. It was small but in the center was a small podium stand like thing. He knew its use after so long of figuring it all out. Four years in total in this infernal Medium but now he wouldn't be alone....
He stepped to the platform and exstinguished his wand.
From off-world the ocean planet of Welsas just... Disappeared
