username:
Caeleesi
goob name:
Kuril
goob pronouns:
He/Him
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxcredit xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx"Is that... a squid?"
Kuril squinted at the dark shadow beneath the surface of the glistening water, the sun bouncing off it and straight into his eyes, making it difficult to see. He could very vaguely make out what looked like tentacles - but that could also be a pod of dolphins or whales for all he could see... which, again, wasn't very much. With a sigh he pushed himself back off the ship railing, turning back inwards and walking towards the ship's helm, his eyes darting towards each of the crew to make sure they were doing their jobs.As the first mate, such was his job to assign others jobs and keep an eye on them. Reaching the helm Kuril nodded his head towards his captain respectfully.
"Dark shadow underneath us, Cap'n. Might not be much to worry about, probably just a pod of whales"
His captain raised an eyebrow and looked out to the sea, mentally noting that the sky had become considerably darker and that there was a... swarm of seagulls out on the water. Oh no.
"That's no pod of whales, first mate. Take a look at that water - seagulls hovering over it waiting for lunch. That's never a good sign out here in the deep. Go prepare for - "
The captain was cut off as the ship bumped into something huge - or rather, it bumped into them. Kuril grabbed hold of the rail as the ship rocked violently. For a moment, not a bird squawked. The ocean seemed to settle and all fell silent onboard. Just as the last ripple on the water's surface stilled, something struck.
Now, something to know about Kuril - He was a pretty passive guy! The only reason he was on this ship was to provide food to those who needed it back home. He was well known for 'diving in the deep end' for other people. In return, he would commonly get a little button or some family or handmade item that he would keep. His treasure chest was full of them! So when I tell you that he had never fought for his life or attacked another creature, what happens next will surprise you.
A huge tentacle struck forth from the darkened waters, quickly identifying and wrapping around the main mast of the ship, the wood groaning in protest before snapping as if it were a twig. Shards of wood flew everywhere, covering the deck. The beast raised another tentacle, slamming it down on the ship - and letting out a shriek of agony. Some of the splintered wood had become stuck upright in the deck, and to their luck, the beast had slammed its slimy appendage right down on it. Kuril's heart was thumping loudly in his chest, the vibration echoing in his ears as he started running towards the destroyed mast, picking up a large harpoon on his way. The water by the side of the boat started bubbling and up from underneath it came a huge head with piercing eyes, locking on Kuril as he ran. Kuril was terrified. He had never before faced... well, anything, but he wasn't about to let his crew - his family, go down without a fight.
"For the ship! For the crew!" He yelled around the harpoon in his mouth, launching himself onto the beast's tentacle and then throwing his body weight directly towards its head, aiming the harpoon true and plunging it deep into the creature's eye.
He fell into the water with a small splash then, and the tentacled beast shrieked and writhed in pain, withdrawing its tentacles from the ship and thrashing in the water, barely missing Kuril. It sunk beneath the surface then and fleed, a blank cloud of ink colouring the water. Kuril spluttered in the water, slowly swimming back to the ship and climbing back into it, water and ink mixing on the deck as it dripped from his coat. The crew gazed in awe, then burst out cheering, chanting his name, over and over.
"Kuril! Kuril! Kuril!"
From that day on, Kuril was known as "Kuril the Defender", having saved the lives of all his crew mates on that day.
His skull tattoo is for his unwillingness to die, and his close brush with death.
His tentacle tattoo is a reminder of what lurks in the depths. Next time, he would be prepared for it.
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[Kuril's Adventures]
After his encounter with the tentacled beast, Kuril decided that it would be better to write down everything that happened, for he never knew what day would be his last, and if he had a child in the time that he was writing, at least this could be passed onto them... So one day on his trip back to his hometown, he strolled into a quaint little store and spent a small amount of money on a small personal journal for himself, as well as a couple pencils and a sharpener. He then took that book, found a grassy hill with a tree to sit under, and began writing his story - the story of how he and his crew has survived the beast known as the "Kraken". It was dramatic and pulled you into it, and that's where Kuril found his passion for writing and sketching. His sketches were small and messy but... cute, in a way. After writing about his run in death, Kuril began keeping notes and writing in this journal whenever something even moderately interesting happened - whether it be the time a bird nested in his fur, or the time he came face to face with the biggest shark he had ever seen. Everything was noted down, sketched, and (hopefully!) enjoyed when it came time to pass the journal on.
[Kuril's Personality]
Although Kuril initially comes off as tough and like he'd win in a bar fight, he's actually... not, at all. Sure he's willing to protect and fight when needed, and he's got his fair share of intimidating scars, he's actually very much a passive goobie.
He loves to mess around and laze about, and he'll go around helping people out whenever he can.
He's a (secret) bookworm who would spend hours staying up just to finish the best part of the book, and eagerly look forward to the ending. Only his local librarian knows his secret - but he's read about half of her library already!
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