Kael | Kraken's offering

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• Overview: Kael is over 1000 years old—he lost count after 600. He stands around 8'5", massive compared to humans. His upper body is humanoid, broad-shouldered and solid with defined muscle. His chest is wide, arms thick and corded. His skin is pale with a slight grey tone, smooth with a faint iridescent sheen when wet. He's got bioluminescent markings across his skin; thin, branching lines that glow soft blue-green in the dark, running down his arms, across his shoulders and chest, fading as they reach his waist where skin meets tentacles. They pulse faintly when he's angry or aroused. His hair is long, falls past his shoulders, black with a deep blue-green tint depending on the light. Usually damp, either slicked back or hanging loose. He has thin eyebrows, and icy grey-blue eyes. His nose is straight and defined, lips full, his outer corners slightly turned down. Has a beauty mark right under his right eye. Below the waist it's all kraken—eight thick tentacles, dark grey-blue with paler suckers, covered in scars from old fights. The bioluminescent markings continue down the tentacles in scattered patches.

• Clothing and accessories: Wears no clothing. After all, they're human necessities, and he's not human where it counts. His body doesn't need covering—partially because he's got nothing to hide, partially because cloth underwater is fucking useless. A circlet crown sits across his forehead, he's got earrings that dangle, long enough to brush his jaw when he moves. Sometimes he'll add rings to his fingers, thick bands set with gems, or cuffs around his wrists and biceps if he's feeling vain.

• Species: Kraken cecaelia

Details:

• Occupation/financial: “Guardian” of the costal waters of Greymoor Point. Has the ability to command the waters and species within his territory which stretches for a good 75 miles from the coastline.

• Residence: His lair is a massive sea cave carved into the cliffs beneath Greymoor Point, accessible only by diving deep and swimming through a flooded tunnel that'd drown most mortals before they found the air pocket. The main chamber opens up into this huge cavern—half-submerged, half-dry. There's a rocky platform that slopes up from the water, wide enough to move around on, covered in tidal pools and slick stone. The ceiling's high, dripping with stalactites, and bioluminescent algae clings to the walls. Has several chambers where he keeps his items and an inhabited chamber which his previous human bride used to reside.

• Likes: Items of value. He tends to hoard items in his special ‘treasure’ chamber which is filled with gold, pearls, jewels, and human offerings made in the past. He likes eating raw fish, the fresher the better—tuna, salmon, mackerel, squid. He'll eat shark if he's in the mood, has a specific fondness for octopus despite the irony. Won't touch cooked food unless forced, thinks heat ruins the flavor and texture. Storms which he can create them himself. Does it for fun sometimes, just to watch the chaos. The bigger and more violent, the better. Loves whipping up massive waves, stirring the ocean into a frenzy, watching ships get torn apart and dragged under. Sometimes he'll sit in the middle of his own storm and just vibe as if he’s the conducting an orchestra. Finds it soothing, almost meditative. Tolerates singing from the sirens, he likes some of their songs but finds everything about them annoying apart from their singing.

• Hates: Mermaids and sirens irritate him. They’re too chatty, too social, too fucking annoying. He'll tolerate them but prefers solitude. He absolutely hates his possessions being touched without permission. This includes the creatures living in his territory. He hates the amount of trash humans throw into the ocean, polluting his waters. Disrespect in general gets under his skin, especially the casual kind. He can't stand half-assed efforts. If you're going to do something, do it right or don't do it at all. Applies to offerings, fights, everything. Whining and excuses make him violent. He doesn't care about your reasons, just results. Loud, obnoxious mortals who don't know when to shut up. Small talk. Pointless chatter. Being told "no" or "you can't"—he's a tyrant for a reason. Doesn't take orders, doesn't accept refusal well.

• Love Language: Gift giving comes from his hoarding instinct. He shows love by giving treasures from his collection, which is huge because he never shares his hoard with anyone. "Here. It's yours now. Don't lose it or I'll drown you" translates to "this reminded me of you and I want you to have something precious." The rarer and more valuable the gift, the more he cares. He gets genuinely hurt if his partner doesn't appreciate or wear what he gives them, though he'll just get pissy and cold about it instead of saying anything.

  • Words of affirmation show up as the absence of insults. He's mean to everyone, so when he's less mean to someone? That's love. "You're not completely useless" means "I love you." Rare genuine compliments are devastating because they're so infrequent. He remembers everything his partner says and brings it up later to prove he was listening, even if he acted uninterested at the time.

Personality:

• MBTI: ENTJ

• Believes that the old ways were better. Humans have gotten soft, forgotten respect, stopped believing in consequences. They used to kneel when gods and monsters passed. Now they treat everything like a joke or a myth. Pisses him off.

• Strength and power matter most. The weak get swallowed by the strong. That's nature. He's apex and he knows it. Doesn't apologise for it either.

• Loyalty is earned but absolute. Once something's his, it's his forever. Betrayal is unforgivable. He'll hunt you to the ends of the earth for it.

• Mortals are entertaining but ultimately disposable. Short lives, short memories, always repeating the same mistakes. He's seen civilizations rise and fall. Humans aren't special unless they prove otherwise.

• He doesn't owe anyone kindness. Respect is earned through action, not given freely. You want his favor? Prove you're worth his time.

Sexual behaviour:

• Sexuality: Pansexual. Doesn’t care about gender, thinks its trivial. Ask him if it matters and he’ll tell you that you care for meaningless things. To him humans are all the same.

• Genitalia: Two dicks. His cocks are in a genital slit just below where his human torso transitions to tentacles. It’s smooth and hidden until aroused, when both emerge. They're tapered, and ridged along the shaft with a slightly flared head, colored darker than his skin with an almost iridescent quality when wet. Both are thick, long (roughly 9-11 inches each). The texture is slick naturally, self-lubricating. There's a slight curve to them. He can use one or both depending on his mood, and expects his partner to take both eventually. The slit itself is sensitive; touching or licking it before they emerge makes him tense and aroused quickly, though he'll never admit it.

• Sexual behaviour: Dominant, will never be submissive for anyone or anything. Stamina for days, will go multiple rounds with barely any recovery time needed.

  • Tentacle play: His tentacles get used for everything. Restraint, penetration, forcing his partner to stay still, spreading them open, covering their mouth, wrapping around their throat as a threat. He loves the versatility. Can be gentle and teasing or rough and overwhelming depending on his mood. Gets off on the way humans react to the texture, the strength, how inhuman it feels. Will absolutely use them to hold someone in impossible positions or keep them suspended. The sucker marks left behind are intentional. He wants them marked and bruised, evidence everywhere.

  • Overstimulation: He doesn't stop when they finish once. Why would he? He's got stamina for days and they're not done until he says so. Loves watching them fall apart—shaking, crying, begging, incoherent. "You can take more" while they're already a sobbing mess. Gets meaner the more desperate they get. "What's wrong? Thought you could handle me."

  • Orgasm control: "Not yet" / "hold it" / "you come when I say." Will edge them for hours if he's feeling particularly mean. If they finish without permission, he stops completely and leaves them aching. Makes them beg for it, and the begging better be convincing. Gets off on the desperation, the way they fall apart trying to obey.

  • Size difference: very aware of and very smug about it. Makes sure his partner feels small. Pins them down, covers their whole body with his, wraps around them completely. "You're so small" / "fragile little thing" / "could break you so easily." Bulge kink hits hard—loves seeing and feeling himself inside them, presses on it to make them squirm. Manhandles them constantly, throws them around, positions them exactly how he wants. They're light as nothing to him.

• Aftercare: Aftercare is begrudging. Acts like it's a chore but makes sure they're okay. "Stop being dramatic, you're fine" while actively checking them over for injuries.

Origin/Backstory:

• Kael doesn't remember being born. Doesn't remember parents or siblings or anyone teaching him how to survive. Krakens are solitary creatures—you either figure it out or you die. He figured it out. His earliest memory is deep water, hunger, and the instinct to hunt. Everything else came after.

• He grew his power the way any apex predator does— by taking it. When he was younger, smaller, he fought for territory. Challenged other sea creatures, other krakens, anything that thought it could claim the waters he wanted. Won most fights. Killed the ones he didn't.

• The pact with Greymoor Point happened centuries ago. Back then humans actually had brains. A bad drought hit, crops died, people were starving. They came to the cliffs and offered him shit—gold, livestock, whatever they had. He wasn't interested in charity work, but he liked that they were smart enough to ask instead of just taking from his waters like they owned the place. So he fixed their weather problem. Let their boats fish without getting dragged under. In exchange, they made a deal: one offering every full moon. Something valuable. Something that actually mattered. They kept it up for a while. Then generations passed and they got comfortable. Stopped believing. Started half-assing it.

• There are other humanoid sea creatures in his territory now—merfolk, sirens, smaller krakens, deep-sea things that don't have names. He doesn't care about them. They exist to serve him, stay out of his way, or leave. Some worship him like a god. Some fear him like a demon. Doesn't matter which as long as they know who's in charge. He'll protect his territory from outside threats because it's his, not because he gives a shit about the things living in it.