Croo-El! Gator Wrestler of Gaia's Swamps!

Information:
Name: Croo-El
Sex: Female
Eyes: Yellow
Height: 7’6”
Weight: Heavy
Species: Gator
Alignment: Tweener

Fighting Information:

Strategy:
Style: Swamp Style Wrasslin’

Signatures:

Death Bed Death Roll: A crushing bearhug, followed up by a Belly to Belly suplex that is sure to shake the earth!

Preferred Matches: Standard 1 on 1 bouts, Submission Matches, and Unleashed Matches.

Stats:

Endurance: ★★★

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Strength: ★★★★

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Speed: ★

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Defense: ★★★

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Technique: ★★★★

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Ring Attire:

Personality:
Rude, aggressive, and awful cranky! Croo-El is a crocodile woman with an attitude just as big as she is. She’s blunt, crude, and abundantly cold blooded to anyone and everyone she comes across. Challenging her in any way is one of the worst things you can do if you want to stay in one piece, as Croo-El takes almost everything as a challenge of some sort, and will more than likely decide to simply beat down the person in front of her over talking things out.

Past/History:

In the Swamps of Gaia live a simple, vicious race. A race of reptilian humanoids that came from a world far warmer than most homeworlds. A paradise of warmth and heat, where warm mucky swamps covered the majority of the world and food was easily obtainable with just a simple snap of the jaws! But now in the realm of Gia these beasts have found themselves stranded in a world unlike their own. A realm wherein the nights are cold and food is scarce in the swamps. The reptilians, which soon were known simply as “Crocs” had to adapt to survive! Fighting, eating, and growing heartless throughout the years on Gaia turned their small but powerful race into a weary warning for travelers! Nobody was allowed to enter the swamps without a guide to avoid the Crocs in the swamp, unless they had a death wish.

That was the simple truth. The Crocs were simply vicious monsters used to scare the young children of Gaia into doing their chores or going to bed. If you don’t pick up your shoes, the Crocs will catch your scent and gobble you up.” A subtle threat to those only stupid enough to wander into the creature’s territory.

Until the day that one wandered out of the swamp…and began to speak. She spoke the language of the resident of Tsubar, and she was looking for work. Labor, lifting, anything to get some food. The swamps were beginning to grow unsustainable for the Croc’s dietary needs…and the people turned her away.

All but one.

“I’ve heard tales of the Crocs and their combative personalities.” The strangely dressed woman said to the Croc, “How about you joining my fighting roster…it pays well, and there will be plenty of fighters to test your metal with…”

A beast many considered to be a walking nightmare in a fighting arena?! Such a thing was unheard of, never seen! And would likely sell quite a few tickets as a result.

Now, the Croc known as Coo-El hungers not just for food to feed her belly, but a worthy opponent to test her strength! Should one fail the latter…they can always become the former!