Lil itty bitty backstory. Very poorly and cringly written. Read with caution xD
Margarita Conves. Pssh, what an utterly humiliating place to be born. Where peace is demanded and self defense is reprimanded. What a shame, jealousy is quite a curse to have. It's a shame I had to be born with it.. anyway, I'd always wondered what made my hometown have such a horrible name, and from what I could put together, it's because when it was found by a crew that all had a celebratory margarita on it. Disgusting. Alcohol was never my thing. However one thing I loved about Margarita Coves was.. it's talent and musical culture. It was true talent, not just someone playing a prerecorded tape and pretending to play the instrument. It was real music. Music originated from talent and friendship. However, I wish it was just a little less peaceful there. Then maybe I wouldn't have done what I did. There was no enemies, yet every surrounding group was always their friend. No one actually wanted to fight. We- no they could've been so much more
Regrettably, I am Siansa. You probably have never heard of me. But yeah. I am Siansa. I wish my name was something much more dignified and superior sounding than it is. I hate my name. As you may have read in the paragraph before this one, I used to call a place, Margarita Coves, my home. Not anymore. I wasn't anyone important until I made the most impulsive decision of my life.. heh. I bet I'm now a story told to scare children there. My role in the tribe was pathetic, and my rank as well. I guess you can consider the same thing since it's so boring. I was a mere fighter and defender, while on the other hand, my sister was the second in command. Jealousy~ I went to a school while I was a fighter, training in something I can't recall anymore. It wasn't a very great interest of mine. However my tutor was an elderly gentleman, and very friendly. I made some friends there, but my two best friends are the only ones I care about anymore- even after my betrayal. With them, I accomplished great things! I became great with a cutlass, and also with a pistol. My aim isn't great anymore after I wounded by arm, but it's still effective. I was apparently an impressive artist too, which is surprising in my entirely honest opinion.
When I became more dedicated to my tribe, aka Margarita Coves, my family was already drifted, so I never got the reassurance I truly needed at the time. My mother and father both died, my mother from undercooked fish that gave her salmonella and my father from a training accident. Lame deaths. All my four younger sisters began to resent me for honestly who knows why? Maybe I was irritating or something. Seems pretty likely. However, they absolutely adored my older sister, the oldest of us, who had a very similar personality to me. It made me feel very unwanted, and also made me resent my older sister because she loved to rub it in my face. Actually, resent is an understatement. Despise is more accurate. I decided I hated my sister so much that I was going to derank her. That didn't work, so I thought maybe try and take a leg off, but that was impossible without getting caught. The only option was to kill her. How could I be so impulsive to murder somebody because of my own jealousy?
It seems in my young mind, murdering was an excellent plan. If I could reverse anything in my life, it would be that. I initiated my plan when my sister was on a nighttime walk. At first, I was going to sneak behind her and kill her quickly and efficiently, but then my young mind decided that wasn't fun enough, so I charged headfirst with my cutlass. It was a very easy fight, much to my disappointment (as a young teenager) as I ended the fight as soon as it begun. My sister froze and basically let me kill her. But then the bushes rustled behind, and a lantern glimmered across the nearby waves of the ocean.
I'd been caught.
My heart was pounding so much it actually begun to pang in pain with each beat. I knew it. I was busted. But when I turned to look- it was my friends. My two besties. Staring at me in shock. I jumped to try and explain, with a twist on the story, but the moment I started, they both ran. I couldn't bring myself to kill my friends, and I stood there, stunned. There was nothing I could do. I was caught. That day I lost everything. My family. My reputation. But worst of all, my friends.. When I snapped out of it, they were already after me. So I ran like my life depended on it. Because it did. If I was caught, I would've died right then and there. My ability to run was very limited, as the entire island was populated with the town. So I had no choice but to go for a little swim. Before they caught up, I dove into the water and swam. And swam. Until the light was longer visible. And I was stuck out there.
I don't know what happened, but I ended up on a different island. Then ever since then, I live in regret. Constantly dreaming of what my life could've been if I hadn't acted so impulsive.
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I'm so so sorry it's so bad, and so cringy. I'm very open for criticism though.
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For no confusion, Siansa joined the crew about 7 years after this occurred. This is actually a small written thing she keeps, so yes, your character can find this in the actual RP. She didn't share much of her backstory, and she just told them she got exiled from her original town because she did something bad. She didn't specify though.