Dentai

"Okay, the next one who calls me a fatass like it's a bad thing also gets to be part of the fat on my ass. So, anyone else want a trip down the meat slide?"

Sharks are not known to be delicate or refined creatures. Give them a voice, intelligence, and the means to express a wide array of body language, and the end result is Dentai, a hard swimmer, a hard partier, and a hard fighter who comes ashore seemingly to get into trouble and then drop back into the ocean by the time that more cops than she can handle in one go arrive on the scene. Considering that any beach is a potential stopoff point for her, there are a practically infinite number of places where she can deposit herself, have a good time, and eventually give one or more persons a bad night if they decide to mess with her. Which is inevitable, as any jokes about Shark Attack Week or whatever end with swift reprisals that are not easily forgotten by those who witness it, even through the haze of drunkenness and whatever pills they dropped on the way there, and any bartenders, DJs, or bouncers are more than willing to corroborate.

Dentai is a pretty chunky piece of fish, too. A tigershark would be expected to be imposing, and this young woman does fit it at six and a half feet tall, her dark hide marked with brighter stripes- she also has messy black hair, colored blue at the tips, and those bestial yellow eyes that seem so common to anthro creatures such as herself. She does have a mouth filled with sharp, well-cleaned teeth, as well- an oddity considering how disposable they are. She has all of the dress of a woman who likes to play rough, and is packed with more than enough shark to show that even a hard swimmer like her has gotten a bit too much into savoring the local flavor. Fingerless gloves are a fair start, as well as a cargo jacket which she has to keep open, as even the black top she had made for the purpose is always engaged in a life and death struggle with colossal breasts which desperately produce milk to evacuate her vast caloric intake from her body and keep her from becoming more of a whale than a shark. Her waist is solid enough, and she has a long, powerful tail with it's own pouch belt. Below her waist, though, she wears a pair of cargo pants, but the sheer mass of cargo they struggle to carry might well have to classify them as Freighter Pants. Not just because of the incredible girth of her hips, but because they carry an astonishing amount of non-pirate nautical booty as well. On her feet, she wears a pair of boots that look like they might win a fight with any nail she ends up stepping on.

That is only her basic body shape, though as she is quite powerful, flexible, and stretchy, which is more than enough to teach any number of soon-to-be passengers a hard lesson in how no means no. It would surprise some people to know that she doesn't go on land specifically use her belly to churn up landlubbers into chum, but she is genuinely interested in going up to have a good time thanks to the sheer variety of entertainment and intoxicants that have been developed on the overland. She has actually come away with that more often than not, it just that people tend to remember it more when a bar-crawling shark throws her mug across a room, flips a table, and deprives the local tanning salon of a few customers who decided to crack wise about harpoons.

And... She's nice once you get to know her?