I cannot believe that so many Downers have chosen that washed-out Ulmo who simply hung around with elves so much. I've always imagined him as slightly pathetic, like a geriatric rock n roller who no longer can draw in the huge stadium crowds and is left with the casino circuit. An aged Jagger desperate for a knighthood.
Did strings of seaweed dance in his hair? Did he walk with a rolling limp like an old salt or was he a merman? And I bet he couldn't teach me to hear mermaids singing.
