Illissi Ref Sheet

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Alright, listen up all you air-sucking, gravity-abiding, non-prehensile-private-parts-having gooners:
Don't get me wrong, of course I love me some attention.
But storytime now, oogling later.

So I started off my life in the ocean-city of Atlabyus, and as far as things go there I was a pretty typical citizen. A gorgeous tail, a swimmer's physique, a buoyant bosom, a nigh-insatiable libido, a simple mind (to put it gently), you know, nothing out of the ordinary. At least for a merperson.

So one day, I got an invitation from the King of Atlabyus to uh, take a tour of the royal palace. Again, pretty ordinary. Just about any mermaid off the street these days will get an invite like that. Casual fling shit. At least that's what I thought. But after the "tour," the king actually offered to let me live at his place. Clearly I was somethin' special.

Aaah, that was a pretty sweet chapter of my life. Day after day, all those royal wriggling tentacles all over me. And under me. And in me of course. I practically had that sea-stud all to myself, and all the other palace girls could'nt do nothin but sit there and watch, heheheh. Oh I never wanted it to end...

Guess what?
It fucking ended.

Before I knew it there were these new gals who just barged in and I'm pretty sure they did some brainwashing shenanegans. Slowly but surely I went from top dogfish to... whatever the opposite of that is, and now I was the one just sitting and watching. I swear, I was this close to completely losing my shit and straight up stabbing every one of those sea-skanks.
Thank the sea god I got a better idea. I got the hell out of there, and long story short, I maaay have picked up a little hobby for practicing sea-witchcraft.
Woah woah, relaaax, it's just a few little prank spells here and there.
And a good number of commoners seem to get a kick out of them too.
Look, if you knew some of these snooty stuck-ups you'd know they have it coming.

And besides, that's not all that I'm up to. I've been scouting around the outskirts to set up my own little place, with my own little palace, and my own little harem. And I'll bet that one day my magic will be powerful enough to where I can straight up take over Atlabyus... or maybe just settle for re-taking over the king's heart? Uuugh, there's gotta be a less corny way to put it.

Now, I got this sinking feeling that you skipped all that reading to get to this part:
Time to answer your first and only question, "do I have a type?"
Eeh, honestly could go for a -maid, or a -man, or maybe both, guess it depends on my mood.
But lately, I've aquired a taste for cabin boys. You know, the hot ones from those human ships? I dunno, there's just something about a young strapping airhead with no clear future who can be easily convinced to throw away his crappy life and be my mindless servant for the rest of his days that really gets me wet. (Well it's more like "murky," but you get my drift.)

Now begone before I cast a spell on you.
Oh who we kidding.
I've totally done that already.