The hands and feet of the Deep Ones are webbed, their fingers and toes ending in sharp, claw-like nails. Their limbs, though short and stocky, are immensely powerful, capable of swimming with terrifying speed and strength. Their bodies are covered in scales that offer protection, adding to their already formidable presence.
From their hunched backs sprout vestigial fins, remnants of their purely aquatic ancestry, which twitch and ripple with each movement. Their voices are guttural and wet, a mix of croaks and gurgles that sound like the distant echoes of some deep-sea creature. The stench of saltwater and decay clings to them, a constant reminder of their origins in the dark, lightless depths of the ocean.