Orinara

Sea

• Vital Stats

  • Name: Orinara
  • Gender: Female
  • Played by: Kaddiss
  • Nicknames: Little Kraken, Bitch
  • Race: Kraken
  • Class: Baby Leviathan
  • Alignment: Chaotic
  • Deity: Poseidon
  • Age: 120
  • Size: Medium
  • Body Type: Lithe
  • Height: 14 feet
  • Weight: 450 lbs
  • Complexion: Winter Opalescence
  • Hair: Red and Blue
  • Eyes: Sunset Pink
  • Handedness: Ambidextrous
  • Relationship Status: Not Looking
  • Personality: Rude, arrogant
  • Mannerisms: Foul mouthed, pissy
  • Likes: prey, food, being on top, chaos and destruction of property, living
  • Dislikes: whips, chains, bondage, being in a cage, extreme heat, extreme cold

• Currently

  69%
  The actual fuck... somebody ate the end of one tentacle, took half of the other, and completely sawed off two more...
  Mentally? Shocked, pissed off- you name it this spit fire isn't going to play nice.

• Arena Aspects

  Strength	+1	Speed	-1	Stamina	+1
  Hit Points	37	Weapon	+1	Armour	0
  XP	15

• Arena

  Date of Last Fight: 5:45 pm 8/16/13 - can fight and gain XP now.
  
  Battles:
  Win/Loss
  0/2
  Leofrik- after flipping him the Bird- a simple little one fingered gesture that fucking prick went off on me, hauled me out of the cages. Oh sure I put on a fight... rather more like a show of how much of MY blue-black blood he wanted to spill and like a barbarian sou chef painter- decorated the arena in my stench and fluid and thought calamari was on the menu tonight. Thanks to him I now have a nice scar... on my gut. This is extremely flattering.
  
  Monstrum- the wolf-man who got my ire after saving some little slave from being my dinner. Oh such a kind spirited freak. That fucking wolf face I wanted to scar so bad. Got my chance, close battle till he decided I needed to look like an X-men movie reject- at least I didn't have any tits but after his stunt I wouldn't have had any after that. This X scar may fade but at least its fun to sport around better than the gutting slice that other barbarian fag made.

• Description

  The Little Kraken
  Hair as red as fresh blood molding into night blue, curled on top yet shaven on the sides. Pointed ears, small, held metal piercings in them. In fact- her eyebrows and nose held metal in them too. Her blue lips were left unmarred by such a thing, and sunset pink eyes flitted beneath thick, heavy black eyelashes. Those pink eyes would dart about, anger and hatred burning in those sunny depths. Her face would seem to have a permanent unrest in them for the moment- and if smiling, a glimpse of those blackened teeth of shark and dagger could be seen, as well as a tongue that was as pale of dusky white as her flesh. Skin held a sheen to it- oily, opalescent, dusky. Grey and blue were common colors on the creamy body that held no trace of womanly breast but the curvature of an extremely flexible woman. Waist down were a succulent mixture of wide hips and round ass colored that of a dark grey body with many writhing tentacles and indeed with suckers on them holding retractable barbs; a tentacle mess that she possessed. She was indeed large, heavy even, for most people but only a child compared to her species, hell, a babe! With an attitude of 'fuck you' and the mannerism worse than a sailor, she wasn't nothing to bat your eyes at.

• Gallery

  As this site is already flagged as mature- and Orin doesn't usually where clothing- small tit alert

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