Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2018 13:19:24 GMT -4
❛❛ Kraken King, Cthulhu, Theseus" Khal Kru 29 || Heterosexual || Male || Vilian |
PERSONALITY POSITIVE ✔ Upbeat, Good sense of humor, Clever, Confident, Open minded, Curious, Intelligent, NEGATIVE ✖ Greedy, Unsympathetic, Sadist, Vindictive, Violent, Aggressive temper, LIKES ✔ Money, The Sea, Winning, Destroying his enemies, Power, Violence, DISLIKES ✖ Losing, Littering in the sea, Mercy, Weakness, Liars, Annoying people, PERSONALITY Khal is a silent but at times calm yet violent person. Willing to do whatever he has to too get the job done. Willing to kill when the time calls for it or worse to get information as well. While he may not always seek out unneeded violence he shows no qualms doing it when needed it either. His motivations are often of greed and power. To fund his desires and ventures and willing to do whatever it takes to do just that. His mind set on things has let him to become known and wanted for kidnapping, murder, conspiracy, piracy, and many other things as well on his record. | APPEARANCE HEIGHT: 6'10 ft (207.264 cm) WEIGHT: 208 lbs (94.3472 KG) HAIR/STYLE: Bald Via Quirk SKIN/SCARS: Pink Squishy and lightly leathery skin. Soft and stretchy when touched as well as cold. He has various scars from blades, or other weapons. As well as from various underwater scrapes and or wounds from sea creatures. EYES: Yellow, Lightly larger then a normal humans eyes. NOTABLES: Skin similar to a octopus, suction cups covering several areas of his body. Gills almost hidden upon his neck. As well as several other varieties of octopus to human similarity like features. Khal is a tall individual and lightly built with a rather tough looking body. But not entirely a wall of muscle either. His body is lightly lean and shows a soft and stretch like durability like a octopus. To touch him is to feel a cold bumpy almost leather skin as well. His head is bald as is the rest of his body and has suction cups in several areas. Underneath his odd looking nose and face tentacles lies a beak like moth that is often hidden from sight with the structure of his face. His clothing options often vary and change to simple yet comfortable style. That will add him in remaining hidden in the dark when attacking enemy ships. But he also tends to wear flash accessories such as fine rings or watches. All water proof as well mind you. |
❛❛Dead men tell no tales” |
HISTORY Born to a simple fishing family in a small village off the coast of japan. Randolph Carter found himself early on at the lower end of society. He had little money for school or a education beyond the basics. An given his strange developed quirk which was a oddity compared to his families powers. He himself a mutant but theirs more transformation and fish like in style. He took to the sea quite well and quickly. Making him the perfect mutant for a fisherman's family. It was a calm quiet life but also one a growing boy quickly learned came with little adventure or reward. The meager rewards of a hard days work and the results of the blood sweat and tears easily got looked over when one heard stories of what happened in the brighter parts of the cities and world. Where heroes and villains did battles like in old comics or cartoons. As he grew he often saw times when people on vacation from the more well off parts of the country came near the coast he fished or the areas not far off. People enjoying the salty vistas for a week or two to get away from their problems. Not seeing the true hardships of more permanent residents here. However with important and rich people came rare opportunity as well. A good use some people had for moving objects across small patches of the sea. At times picking up packages dropped from the air and left in the sea. The art of smuggling while not a easily mastered one was a path to fortune in its own right. It didn't take long before his parents of more tame quirks passed on when he was young. The sickness and lack of health care taking them early. A pain Randolph wasn't torn to badly from this. Instead calm a almost eerie if not dark calm through it all. Burying himself in work. Moving packages for people that offered or desired buried in fishing halls. At times given his abilities even able to stash things deep under the sea to collect at later dates. The kind so deep normal humans could never easily find it or gain access without similar quirks such as his. It was only when he became a man of eighteen did things truly escalate. A taste of rewards did not eventually sate the appetite enough. His tongue had merely been wettened but he thirsted if not had his throat burning for more. There was a captain who held a better offering who kept of the cost in the smuggling business. A rival that had a larger bet and a better crew. But the thing was while this crew were good at their jobs, fine sailors the lot of them. They all had quirks that better suited combat on land. Randolph had managed to put together his own crew albeit of a much smaller number. But those that helped him on his smuggling ventures were all somewhat similar to him. Holding quirks that allowed them to either work well in the water or breath under it like him. All perhaps oddities to look at as well. The poor and impoverished of the world that were left on this coast to waste away like the rocks being battered by the sea. So they decided to listen to a plan to perhaps take what was denied to them on their own when stirred by Randolph's plans. Which had worked rather well at that. They would have had no trouble hauling a ship from the sea that had sunk when working together. Which made dragging the larger fishing boat turned pirate vessel back to shore that much easier. The panicked sailor that scrambled to the one dingy or tried swimming that night after Randolph and his allies scuttled their bot with small explosives from under it in the sea. The pirates quickly found themselves one at a time picked off being dragged down into the depths as weights were tied to their feet. All that could be avoided being killed directly were done so as instructed. To be weighted and to drown deep down. So that way after enough days had passed they would swell and break free to float up and back to sea or around the shore. A message... Given within a week or two later around the time the bodies were found there was a similar ship the old captain used to use sailing again. Freshly painted and carrying a new flag and reputation. Quickly turning the old vacation resort into a closed down ghost town. As all the rich people that used to look down on them were either killed or kidnapped for ransom. Money stolen along with jewelry or small cargo vessels held up. It was only when the money dried up did they vanish as well. Only whispers of the crew that could emerge from the sea not always by boat and over take the enemy before they knew what happened. A crew that at times were rumored to never even set food on land. Some believed it a ghost ship or perhaps a sailor curse that these demons couldn't stand on land. That they were cursed by the sea for their wrong doings. All the while Randolph fed these rumors as best he could. Enjoying hearing of the tales that were woven. The name Khal Kru stemming from one of those legends within the first couple years of his work. As well as by year two when he had a small reputation getting out beyond the few coastal towns. His original crew had mysteriously passed on due to various accidents leaving all that knew him from childhood either dead or missing. By the end of it coming to the current date all people would know of was the legend and stories of the mysterious Kraken King. Or the name Khal Kru as well to those that followed more closely. The journey continuing to this day as Khal aims to be a king of the sea. To cut down the rich and take all he can from them. To enjoy what was deprived from as a boy. Growing his crew from those that had quirks to help in the water. Being ruthless to those that failed him or opposed him. Holding a reputation that while not reckless he wasn't scared of a fight. His reputation as well as his newly formed crews only known at coastal towns and coastal resorts for now. But soon their reputation will grow more. |
Jar Star, Innsmouth - MHA |