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Welcome
Table of Contents
General Info
The Story
Personality and Powers
Appearance and Art
The Lost Child-Audun
The Guardian

History
The kraken began life as a small octopus creature. He was the last of his extraordinarily long lived race. He settled at the bottom of the sea, not doing much more then eating and growing. Who knows how long he lived before he made his existence known to the land peoples. Finally the humans made their boat. As it sailed over the surface the kraken saw something he had never seen before. He watched every boat the passed him and learned what very little he could from watching. Eventually, his curiosity pushed him to reach up and touch the wooden exterior of a passing boat. As he touched, he reached further and further until he realized he wanted to see not touch. He crushed the ship and as it sunk the kraken saw humans for the first time. He toyed with the corpses for a long while, watching the hair fly and the limbs wave about in the current. He developed a technique for destroying the ships and examining their contents. He learned a way to create a breathable atmosphere around the humans he dragged underwater. He continued like this for sometime before something different happened. He reached up and easily punctured the ship, but this time, when the humans entered the water there were two holding each other. As he tried to pull one away from the other the female began to scream silently and the male only clutched all the tighter. This was such a curious event that he pulled memories and emotions from the male to discover what exactly he was thinking. He killed the male for the kraken had found that humans that had their memories removed no longer had a will to live and even when he released them they would sink back to the bottom, drowning as they went. He kept the female close for awhile, observing her. Water spilt from her eyes for a long time, but slowly her eyes faded and she stopped moving. She was dead. The kraken felt guilty for his actions and for a long time he stopped destroying ships and thought about this strange event. The next time that he encountered a human was his last. He knew not the circumstances around the event, only that a tiny human sunk to him and he gave it air and watched it. Then, long bolts of sharp metal and wood struck him and he rose towards the surface in anger. At the last moments a human shot the last bolt into the kraken’s left eye. Immediately, kraken’s fury burst and he began to sink, suddenly aware of the blood he had lost. He died longing to understand these humans who could float on water, and be delicate and powerful at the same time.

Why He Needs A Second Chance
The kraken from the moment he was ‘born’ to the moment he died lived without anything. He had his food and his vague excuse for a life, but nothing to really remember and to hold dear. As the human race expanded to the sea he was able to see what was out there. He witnessed lovers dying for each other, the bond of a family and experienced the touch of a child. As he was killed by the fisherman’s hook, he recognized loneliness as a very human and also a very real feeling within himself. As he died, the kraken wished for a second chance.

A Story
Let me tell you a story, my dearest one. It is the story of a time. Perhaps it is a time that was, and perhaps it is a time that is still to be.

There was a small coast side town. It was a fishing village and all of its inhabitants were fishers. There was a young girl in this village. She was small, and her father was the most well known man of the village. No one knew why he caught so many more fish, but he was a kind man and shared his wealth with the village. He had only one child, the daughter that I have just mentioned, and his wife had been claimed by the sea soon after the child’s birth.

One day, the fisherman took his daughter out on his boat over his favorite fishing spot. She laughed and paddled the water. The trip was a happy one and at the end of the day they returned to their home. The next day, the fisherman refused to bring out his daughter despite her crying and fitting in the morning. Suddenly the girl gave up and went back into the house. The fisherman, though a little nervous, headed out to his boat and left for the day.

At about noon, the daughter walked out and wandered through the town to the beach. On the beach she looked out at the water and believed that her father would see her and take her with him. When he didn’t show up after a short time, she approached the water. She waited and when he still didn’t show up she began to swim out to sea. But she was small and her swimming skills were lacking. She struggled and soon began to swallow water and she began to choke.

Then, she felt something grab her leg. She smiled for she believed her father had finally come. But it wasn’t her father. It was a huge tentacle that began to drag her down into the depth. The girl’s lungs began to cry for air and she struggled, but the tentacle wouldn’t let her go. She was slowly pulled into a deep pit of darkness, but once she had descended completely she realized she could breathe. It frightened her, but soon many other tentacles wrapped around her. Their touch was gentle and she was reminded of her father, and she fell asleep in the dark.

On the surface, the fisherman returned home to an empty house. He searched the place from top to bottom, tearing apart even his most precious belongings to find her. The small village found out, they all searched their own homes and the nearby countryside. It was then that the fisherman remembered that she had wanted to go with him earlier that day. He ran to the beach and leapt into the water. He returned many hours later without his daughter.

Then, the village elder stood up and spoke of the kraken. He said that it had sunk ships and captured girls and women to eat. The fisherman knew that this is where his daughter had gone. He gathered the village's men and they went out to kill the kraken and rescue the fisherman’s daughter. Once they reached the water and were over the fisherman’s favorite spot, they armed the harpoons and waited.

Nothing happened for a long time. The fisherman became anxious and without warning launched one of the harpoons into the water, blindly hoping it would awaken the kraken. Soon the water began to boil and many tentacles broke the surface and wrapped around the ship. As the tentacles began to break the ship apart, harpoons were shot and spears were jabbed deep into the flesh of the creature. But these feeble attempts at damaging the kraken only seemed to make it more angry. The water began to boil faster and a huge looming shadow sped toward the surface.

Just as it seemed to monster would win, the fisherman shot a bolt into the shadow. Blood began to cloud the water and with a final crack the ship collapsed into the water. The shadow slipped away until the villagers barely remembered it had been there. They returned home. The villagers celebrated the monster’s death, but the fisherman stayed home for his daughter had not been returned to him.

A few days later as the fisherman began to leave for the day he saw a small body washed up on the beach. It was his daughter. She was dead. She had drowned. The fisherman cried for the first time since his wife had died. Her funeral was held. The fisherman never went to sea again believing it to be a wicked place that gave and took without reason.

But do you know the real reason why the fisherman’s daughter died, my dear? It was because he killed the kraken, who had wanted only to feel the touch of a child.

Sources For Kraken Info
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kraken

Predicted Appearance:
None of these are fully decided on. These were just how I pictured them in my mind. The only thing I?d like to keep is the placement of his tentacles. I do like his skin color though...
General ? A boy of average build, though slightly on the thin side. He has gently green eyes and short, off-white hair. His skin is grey-blue. Wrapped around his waist are three pairs of tentacles. The tops are the same color as his skin, while the undersides are much lighter. The suckers have a faint pink tint. At the tip of each finger and toe are small, weak suckers.

Baby - A baby, bare from the waist up. As small poof of white hair is just beginning to grow. His eyes are unnaturally bright green. Unsure whether the baby has any legs. Where his legs would be, are eight tentacles.

Toddler - The baby has gotten a little older. His hair has thinned out and now covers the rest of his head. Eyes have faded into a more subdued shade of green. One pair of tentacles has vanished, and the rest seem to have come to life. They wave about rather uncontrollably. He does have legs.

Child - He has gained more control over his tentacles. He keeps them wrapped around his waist if he can. He likes his hair at about the bottom of his ear. Odd little suckers have shown up on his fingers and toes, but don't seem to be too much of a problem.

Teen - He's rather short and the suckers on his fingers have gotten bigger. They cause problems every now and then if he touches something the wrong way. His tentacles are firmly wrapped around his waist, though they have to move constantly to keep the suckers from sticking to his skin. He likes to keep his hair a little shorter now then when he was a child.

((Unsure after this point))

Art
Any is appreciated heart

[Soon to be image]

Name: Ramalama
Nickname: Rama
Age: 110
Species: Kitsune
Eye Color: Amber
Hair Color: Black
Hair Style: Boyishly short
Skin Color: Pale
Build: Average
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 120
Special Features: Auburn fox tail
Clothing: Wears a Japanese style, triangular hat to keep her eyes out of the sun. Her clothes are loose and simple; she hates layers unless they're absolutely necessary. She tries to go barefoot, but will wear sandals or sneakers if shoes are needed.
Personality: Rama is all about the rules. If you disobey the rules then, in her eyes, you really shouldn't be allowed to live. At the same time she is not socially brave enough (unless angered) to speak up for The Rules. More often then not, she ends up being the quiet one. She goes from speaking freely about anything with her friends to absolute silence when others are around. Of course, people who are her friends get a full dose of almost constant sugar high and a rather upbeat nature combined. Depression isn't a foreign word though. She just hates to be that way.