OrcaChaos

The Orcas are… a bit chaotic this seas- wait. Weren’t they always like that all the time? Us Orca anthros love to be together! Guess what. We are males and females together as friends in basically a gang… of friends. No, not gangSTERS, just FRIENDLY gangs… like groups. Sigh. Ask us about Julius, or about Cameron. We can fit into different times… usually in medieval we’d be cloaked or have magic artifacts, or sometimes just be a bit tribal, yet have good language skills and are polite, for a modern world, see yourself before well-prepared for the modern world Orcas working at manual labor jobs. The future? More manual labor, or otherwise things that run off of kinetic energy that we somehow amplify. Also, mechs they use have strength based on theirs, or accuracy too, so manually assured destruction is key to them. Also known as MAD. Oh, and offer them “water crystals,” and they can’t say no to being a friend. Anything that is a crystal of sorts (gemstones too) that are sapphires or otherwise infused with water (or both!) will work. They also have once seen themselves straddling universes at times, bringing other times of people of the orca kind together. Oddly. Plus: A common thing is that they have this material they seem to only be able to really find, or create, known as “Orcallium.” Well, to them. Not to mention, it’s not in relation to another material. Very, very strong, makes for good weapons and very durable buildings, especially… temples seen in each time they exist in. It has an odd orange color while unrefined, and it blackens to a carbon-steel-like color… well, when used. Save for temples, it seems to know when it is being used for temples. That’s when pillars become orange, again, and it usually details in their very kind (though often in different languages like with other orcas) and generous with details, including pictures and items you can look over but… not exactly take. Unless… you offer a water crystal (or sapphire)… Oh, and yes, the females are more aggressive than males and they sometimes wonder if they could have a brood mother… at one time or another. Wait. Brood mother? …they usually just do something odd.