Name

Celestine Starcatcher

Age

243

Gender

Male (He/him)

Species

Dragon (Formerly)

Draconic human (Currently)

Sexuality

Gay

Rank

First mate

Reputation

On the boat he’s fairly well respected, albeit seen as a little prickly if he doesn’t know you very well. Off the boat he’s seen as a scary giant dragon man who eats commoners for breakfast. He’s generally fine with that though.

Motivation

To lift the curse that turned him into a human and to return to his family back in [the dragon kingdom, name TBD]

Appearance

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(I'll make a full body ref for him one day I promise......)

Celestine loves robes, loose-fitting clothes, and layers. He only tends to wear light clothes when sleeping. He often has his cutlass sheathed and attached to a belt he wears loosely over his robes. He particularly prefers to wear reds and dark browns to match with his horns and other scales. His horns, hands, neck, and arms are all adorned with shiny bright jewellery that he's collected over the years.

His hair reaches down to his waist and is pale brown in colour; his eyes sharp and red. His skin has a warm hue, not all that tanned but not super pale either. He's often described more as pretty than handsome, understandably so. His ears are droopy and rounded in an elf-like way, but it would be impossible to otherwise mistake him for one. He has a long and thin dark red tail, with beautiful and reflective scales that he’ll sometimes give as gifts, or sell when he moults them. He has even darker spikes on the top of that tail, which unfortunately do not grow back so do not attempt to take them. He has other scales on his body too, on his chest, calves, and back. He stands at 6 '4, and has a pretty decent amount of muscle on his body (although it’s usually hidden under aforementioned really baggy robes). He has a scar on his left hip going up across his stomach to the right side of his chest from the injury sustained during the battle that ended with him getting cursed. This scar still stings and brings him discomfort on occasion despite how long it’s been.

Personality

Celestine has that trademark Dragon greed in magnitudes. He wants all the pretty things, and he wants all the shiny things. He also absolutely swindles people out of their cash, he’s a very talented conman (mostly because he’s a 6 '4 dragon man). He leaves the crew’s treasure alone (though this wasn’t always the case…) but anyone off the ship is fair game. If you give him treasure he will remember it forever, it is the quickest key to this man’s heart. There’s very few people who get to see through his prickly exterior, but he absolutely loves everyone that he does care strongly for. Everyone else though he just kinda tolerates. He also kinda has a sense of humour but it’s so flat and so dry people often don’t even realize he’s telling a joke in the first place. (which disappoints him immensely someone laugh at his jokes please)

He’s very emotionally repressed, and doesn’t really stop to let himself feel his grief or his sadness. He just constantly wants to keep pushing forward, he has a very ‘mind over matter’ mindset. He used to be pretty closed minded about humans, elves, and witches but has absolutely grown since then. He has a competitive spirit, and believes some healthy competition is a good way to raise morale within the crew. All of this was caused by how he was raised in his Clan. He was never really allowed to express himself, he was there to fulfil his role. There was always someone aiming to take his spot, he needed to maintain his reputation so that he would be left alone.

The incident that cursed him really did mess him up bad in more ways than one. He no longer trusts himself like he used to, terrified that he'll screw something up and get everyone killed. He's happy to be first mate, he loves being in a position to do more for the crew, it's just...all that bottled up self-doubt is coming right back to him. He genuinely feels comfortable in the life he's leading now, it's all become normal to him to the point that he has nightmares about something happening to the crew. It's conflicting to say the least, he wants to go back to his family but he's starting to really get used to this. He couldn't have this if he was a dragon again. He couldn't live along side them like he can now. But despite this, he misses the sky as if it was once part of him. It's not something he could ever bear to be without forever. A choice looms over him. A choice he'll have to live with the consequences of.

Likes

• Warmth

• Cartography

• The stars

• The sky

• Shiny things

• Money

• Meat

• Cheap booze

• Dusk out at sea

Dislikes

• Cold

• Any food that’s not meat (he’s an insanely picky eater)

• Insubordination

• Teasing

• Pointless cruelty

• Pointless compassion (specifically regarding people not on the ship and/or the critters his crewmates become emotionally attached to)

Strengths

• Cunning

• Good leadership skills

• Good at making maps

• Loyal to the people he loves

• Composed under pressure

• Protective of the crew

• Has a fair bit of knowledge considering he’s almost 250 years old

• Has the capability to be warm, most people just won’t ever see that

• He’s gotten pretty good with a cutlass

Weaknesses

• Imposter syndrome. He no longer thinks he’s good at being a leader (even though he’s first mate for a reason, he is absolutely good at his job) and is terrified of screwing things up and getting everyone killed whenever he has to take charge.

• Greedy

• Lots and lots of emotional repression

• Using his magic will actually just kill him (or leave him near death at the very least)

• I’d also imagine silver makes him really really sick considering he is of inherently magical origin and it’s pretty much eating that all up

• Still isn’t as used to moving in this form as a normal human would be, particularly his hand eye coordination is pretty crappy.

• Incredibly picky eater, there’s very few non-meat foods that he tolerates

• Has a hard time getting close to people. There’s really just a few people he would regard as his friends. (although he absolutely cherishes them) He only tolerates everyone else.

Background

Celestine once belonged to a powerful Clan of dragons, illustrious and feared throughout the mighty kingdom he had been born in. He was their darling, the cunning leader of their soldiers. His parents were fixed at the head of the Clan, making him basically the closest thing to dragon royalty. He was slated to have a political marriage to the daughter of another Clan’s leader in a union of the two Clans, which was not an idea he was thrilled about but he wasn’t necessarily against either if it meant he could get higher up in dragon society. He had really high expectations put on him, his Clan expected him to one day become a leader. He was seen as a beacon of light of sorts, they thought he would one day rid their kingdom of all the horrors and monsters that had been plaguing them for the past millennia. He caved under these expectations and went out with a group of his sharpest fighters, which ended in them all getting killed, and him being struck out of the sky by the creature that had caused it all.

Perhaps it was out of pity that the creature did not kill him too, or perhaps it just wanted to inflict him with a more cruel and unusual punishment. Celestine awoke aboard a fishing ship, his wound patched up and…no longer a dragon. At least, for the most part. He retained some draconic features, but most uncomfortably for him, he now lacked wings. His access to the sky had been completely cut off, like a fish without gills. It was a feeling almost like dysphoria. He threatened that fishing crew into taking him back to his kingdom, where he dragged himself back home in shame. His Clan cast him out for his failure and his weaker form, but Celestine would not let himself sink into despair. Despair was not a very proactive emotion, and even then he remained someone governed by mind over matter. He snuck aboard a merchant’s ship and left for the first port they arrived at, changing his name to Celestine Starcatcher. For a little while he did odd jobs, he had no issue with sinking into some criminal activity as long as the reward glittered enough.

Then he caught wind of The White Tide, a ship that had set its sights on glory and treasure, both things highly favoured by dragons, and especially favoured by Celestine in his current predicament. The most enticing of all however, was the artifact said to cure any ailment, and lift any curse. He joined up with them without hesitation, eventually becoming surprisingly good at his job and rising to where he is today.

Extra!

• He likes to call people by their full names unless he’s angry at someone (if which he’ll call them by their last name only) or if he’s really close to them (then he’ll call them by their first name)

• He has like…loose Icarus inspirations so do with that what you will

• Lassie is his favourite chicken and he’ll sometimes carry her around like a lapdog

• He’s been aboard the ship for six years

Removed

All discussion members accepted 🔥🔥

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Spellbound

Rejected - in this universe, winged fae are small creatures about the size of a fist. The Orb undoes ailments and curses, not amputations and other problems outside of disease and magic. Additionally, some of your descriptions seem a bit too modern for the time period, as well as being a bit uncomfortable to read on the appearance section.

Name

Ariadne (Ari) Savile

Age

36

Gender

Female (She/Her)

Species

Naga

Sexuality

Undefined

Rank

Cook

Reputation

Both on and off the ship, Ariadne is very friendly and well liked. She’s able to make friends basically everywhere she goes. She’s known to be very reliable on the ship, always doing her job, and doing it well. She constantly makes sure that nobody is dying from malnutrition, and what more could you ask from the cook?

Motivation

She doesn’t actually have any real reason to pursue the treasure. She’s basically just along for the ride.

Appearance

Picrew

Ariadne is significantly larger than many humanoids, her entire body being around 12’ in total. Typically, she ‘stands’ at about 5’8”. She is very muscular as a result of her lifestyle, being used to the heavy lifting that being a pirate requires. Her thick dark brown and gray hair reaches her waist, typically held back using a small steel clasp. Occasionally she will have it braided by one of the other crew members, typically Gore. Her hair is typically smooth and soft, as a result of constant brushing.

Her features are very soft, her face being very round in shape. Her eyes are a dull gold, and her pupils are narrow slits, similar to a snake’s. The inside of her mouth is a pale white, with hints of reds and purples, and her tongue is thin and forked.. She has long fangs in place of canines, and the rest of her yellowed teeth are slightly smaller than the average person’s. She has lots of acne, red dots spotting her face and shoulders. In the corners of her eyes she has slight crows feet, and very faint smile lines run from her nose to the corners of her lips. Her skin is a warm honey color, and she has a few beauty marks on her face. Notably, two directly below her lips, appearing similar to snake bite piercings, and one on her cheek below her left eye.

Her lower body is replaced by a very large snake tail. Her tail is a very dark brown, almost black, with barely noticeable darker stripes. In terms of clothing, she is typically seen wearing a simple white shirt that’s beginning to yellow, with a beige apron. With how much time she spends cooking, she doesn’t see much need to take her apron off. She does also have a coat which she can occasionally be seen in, mainly during storms or if she gets particularly cold. She wears lots of jewelry, notably facial piercings. She has multiple eyebrow, lobe, septum, and helix piercings, all of them being small silver hoops. She also wears a few rings, both being simple gold bands, one having a scale-pattern engraved into the surface.

Personality

Calm | Curious | Inarticulate | Stubborn | Confident | Jovial | Optimistic | Daft | Extroverted

Ariadne is incredibly friendly, being your typical extrovert. She loves talking to people, especially when they tell her interesting stories about their lives. She’s curious to a fault and always wants to learn more, especially about those around her. She’s probably hassled the entire crew to learn their entire life story throughout her entire time on The White Tide. She can be a good shoulder to cry on, though she doesn’t offer the best advice for any issues. She’s much better at listening than she is at comforting. Her words are often full of baseless optimism, even when situations can literally not go worse, she insists that everything will be fine eventually. How will it be fine? She has no clue, but it will!

She absolutely loves learning new things, and reading, despite being a bit of a struggle for her, is one of her favorite activities. She is a bit embarrassed by her struggles grasping Common, so she often goes to her closest friends in order to help if neither of them are doing anything important. She gets a bit frustrated by her broken speech, struggling when she can’t properly express her thoughts to others. It’s not uncommon for her to need to pause in the middle of a sentence to try and figure out what words to use in order to make even the slightest bit of sense.

Despite how friendly she is, Ariadne holds grudges like no other. If her first impression of someone is negative, it’s extraordinarily difficult to get her to view you in a positive light. She’s incredibly stubborn, very rarely compromising on her views when they’re challenged. Considering how she’s not exactly the brightest, this can lead to arguments where she’s absolutely wrong, but absolutely will not acknowledge that fact. It can cause some resentment, even between her closest friends, though she doesn’t hang onto any anger towards them for long. She loves her friends, why would she let a silly argument get between them? Though she won’t have the same attitude towards those she dislikes, letting the bitterness build up as more reasons to justify her hating them.

Likes

• Cooking + Food

• Stars and Constellations

• Fishing

• Rain

• Reading (She is bad at reading but she loves it still)

Dislikes

• Fighting/Violence

• Bugs (She is terrified of them)

• Intense storms

• Cold

• Booze

Strengths

Venomous - Ariadne has venom glands which produce a potent venom that she can utilize in fights.

Endearing - Very charismatic and likable, she’s quick to make friends everywhere she goes.

Stealthy - It’s not rare for Ari to seemingly appear behind you out of nowhere. She’s extremely quiet when she moves, though it’s not like she ever uses it to her advantage.

Weaknesses

Cowardly - Ariadne is terrified of physical conflict, and isn’t capable at all in battle.

Spiteful - Despite how friendly she is, she’s very bitter toward those she feels have committed great slights against her. It can cause her judgement to be clouded at times.

Poor Decisions - Yeah, she’s definitely not known for her smarts. If you listen to any of her plans and decide to go along with them, you’re as much of an idiot as she is.

Limited Mobility - She can’t move as fast as people with legs, simple as that. She also can’t jump, instead having to precisely maneuver herself using her tail to try and reach whatever she needs to climb onto.

Background

Ariadne’s childhood was extremely simple, being raised in an extremely small village in a swamp by her mother. Her life was peaceful and uneventful, though once she became an adult her mother insisted that she leave the village. Experience the outside world, have fun, meet new people, that sort of stuff. Ari listened to her mom and left, moving from city to city as the years passed, never feeling drawn to stay in one place. Eventually she found a job that she liked well enough, being a cook for a wealthy noble, where she was paid handsomely. She enjoyed the work and was able to afford all of the jewelry she wears. After a few years, the monotony of the job began to wear on her psyche, and she left. She wasn’t able to interact with others much through her work, the equivalent of torture for her.

She continued her nomadic lifestyle, particularly focusing on port towns and large cities. The people there always had such interesting stories to tell! One day when she was in a tavern she met someone who proclaimed to be the captain of a great vessel, and she was immediately intrigued. The life of a sailor sounded interesting, not to mention the amount of people she’d be able to meet. What could she lose by asking to join their crew?

That was about 10 years ago, and she’s been happily traveling on The White Tide ever since. She became friends with the crew quite quickly, and she’s been having a great time. Sailing the seas is the perfect life for her, with the calm moments a respite from the excitement.

Trivia

• Sticks out tongue when she concentrates really hard on something.

• Horrible handwriting.

• Always has snacks on her. Will just pull out some dried fruit or salted meat if you say you’re hungry around her. Maybe she could offer you a nice egg in these trying times.

• She’s often very cold. Accepting donations of body heat, thank you.

• Almost always carries her knife with her. It’s just a very simple dagger, nothing special. She always makes sure it’s extremely sharp, like most chefs.

• Keraunophobia (Fear of thunder)

• Has an accent that’s mainly just Slavic but now with 100% more drawing out the ‘s’ sounds in words “Drink ssssoup, good for body. Keepssss healthy.”

• Speaks broken Common because it is not her first language. She has a very basic understanding of it and often has to stop in the middle of sentences to think of the correct word to use.

• Her venom causes pain, swelling, discoloration, weakness, fatigue, difficulty breathing, nausea, decreased blood pressure, and has strong proteolytic activity that can lead to severe tissue destruction.

• She sheds her fangs every few months, and it takes about two weeks for them to regrow.

• Hands down, has the weirdest sleeping positions. She will be like tied up in knots, face pressed into the floor, arms splayed out to her sides. It does not look comfortable.

• Needs glasses, but vehemently denies it. She just thinks everyone sees as shittily as she does. She's extremely nearsighted.

• She can do the snake thing where they flick their tongue out of their mouth to smell. Extremely good sense of smell. She may not see you coming but she can absolutely smell you. Go shower, you stink.
• She has protanopia color blindness (can't see the color red) However, she is able to see UV light so she can see quite well in the dark.

Whoops. I got drawn away from my laptop for a good while. She'll be done soon, I swear. Sorry about that. ^^'

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Sonora’Mara
“The Pleasant Sound of the Bitter Sea”

Alias:

Maiden of the Depths

Age:

“It is hard to keep track of time under the waves. No more than… a century or so I suppose.”

176

Gender:

Female

Species:

Siren

Specifically of the Cecaelia variant

Sexuality:

Heterosexual

Rank:

Sailor

Desired Rank:

She may have her eyes on a higher position. And she isn’t afraid to play dirty to get it.

Reputation:

“My, it would appear that my reputation exceeds me~”

A legend to be told. A beast to be feared. Really, there are few who do not know of her alias – especially of those from the Elven kingdom. However, virtually no one has been able to put a face to her name. She would like to keep it that way.

To the crew, this “legend” is more human than most would assume her to be. She is less of a vile savage and more of an… incredibly sinister yet loyal ally. Not one most would choose as their company, if one was being honest, but absolutely someone to be respected while “on the job.” Her mannerism can be quite the unnerving display, with her acting as the cat and the other being a little mouse. Though unsettling, she has been known to hold a good conversation – able to talk for hours in a manner most perceived impossible for someone so murderous.

Motivation:

Easy. She hates elves. Anything to keep it out of their bloodstained grimey hands, really. She has no use for the wealth otherwise, though a piece of jewelry or two would be nice. Perhaps some additions to her old hoard? She’s really not that picky. The others can keep their silly little, curse-breaking Orb. She has no use for it.

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Appearance:

Sonora’Mara’s upper body is a stark contrast to the person others believe her to be – a beauty for someone thought to be oh-so monstrous. Its form takes on a humanoid figure, having the general shape of most female humans and elves as most sirens do. Its formation is quite feminine with clear-cut exemplifications on raw power. A height of 5’4” is what it reaches, starting from the waist and going to the very top of her head. This is typically the elevation most see when around her, but it is not the maximum measurement she can hold. Her muscles are prominent and well defined, centering mostly around her arms and stomach regions. Those of her midsection are notably more noticeable than those of her arms (though not by any extremes), presenting a strong configuration of abs. Feminine curves are present along the sides of her body which are only exemplified by her rock-solid core. An upright posture is held by her upper body, tough and hard to break. It screams the feeling of superiority, as though she were directly saying the words “I am above you, mortal” aloud. Shoulders straight if not slanted slightly back, head straight and tilted up, it almost feels like that of a stuck-up noblewomen. Sun-kissed skin travels all across her form, having tanned from its pale hue over the years working with the crew. It is oddly smooth, possessing an almost glossy attraction to it – like the scales or skin of fish and molluscs. To the touch it can almost be described as soft or slick (particularly when she is wet), with some going so far as to claim she has no bones underneath it all. When dried out, it comes off as much more human-like in looks and quality. The most mystical aspect of it all comes from its capability to change texture and color at will, conforming to the environment around her for the ultimate camouflage. As one would expect, this ability is not effective while she is wet. However, she is not incapable when performing it whilst dry. If she does so under these condition, she may run the rest of forming cracks in her own skin which she cannot camouflage. A multitude of scars runs across this skin, all pale compared to the surface they mark. Small and large, thin and wide, most of these “blemishes” seem to come from her days living in and around ocean trenches. Combat induced of course, ranging from stories of the more stubborn small-fries to the humongous beasts she shared the waters with. But there is one that seems to indicate something else. The light-toned shape of a wave is present on her right shoulder, unnatural and obviously… “put” there by something else. Its existence is no coincidence of battle wounds just-so happening to line up accordingly being much too detailed for that. Few if any know of its origins, with the only ones that possibly could being elven fold. Questions will not shed a shred of light onto it, for she never responds to the curious inquiries about it.

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Personality:

Cunning || Conniving || Intelligent || Problem Solver || Oddly Eloquent || Sinister || Situational Selflessness || Mostly Selfish || Loyal || Mysterious || Morally Gray || Honest, Brutally So || Predatory Instincts || Teasing Towards Companions || Creepy

“Oh dear. It seems like we have a little fishy caught in a barrel,” her laugh reverberates between your ears, “Perhaps I could be of some assistance?”

Words

Words

Words

Words

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Abilities:

Siren Song

The natural ability of all siren folk. It is a well known power, that of their voice. An alluring spectacle following the tune of the many sea-shanties and other works she’s heard over the years, imbued with magic to make it all the more entrancing. Humanoid beings are naturally drawn to its beauty, acting as though it were some heavenly bird call that they just cannot ignore. More aquatic creatures such as mermaids and leviathans, are more resilient to its effects. While they may still feel the pull to investigate the origins of the music, they are not drawn to it like a human or elf would be. In other words, they are not hypnotized, just intrigued. This particular method of hypnosis is used only when Sonora’Mara wishes to forgo the element of surprise, sinking her hold into the minds of all those nearby. However, she cannot command them to do her bidding. All this song does is set their attention onto her, where she can lead them to the water’s edge. The effects fade the second she stops singing or when her prey enters the water. If other noises interrupt the singing, then too will her control shatter. Ear coverings can diminish the effects of this song, though it entirely depends on the quality of their substance. Despite its power, this ability is rarely used to relinquish the life of others. Instead, she prefers to simply toy with the crew – emitting her mystical melodies at random intervals just to play with their heads. She will neither confirm or deny the possibility that it can be used to turn another.

Alluring Lights

The much more dangerous and unpredictable hypnotic power of this cecaelia. A silent killer. This skill consists of the rapid changing of colors along her tentacles, used to entrance those who find their gaze upon them. At first, there are a few little lights here and there, scattered about the water. Blue here, purple there, the odd glimmer of green. Nothing too meaningful or concerning, just a way to catch the initial attention of whatever unlucky victim she chooses. From here the lights only grow, going from a few flashes to a full blow display of shimmering and shifting lights – completely hypnotizing the onlooker. The closer and faster they are, the more effective this is. The trance will break the second she makes physical contact with the foe, dragging them beneath the waves usually before they can react. Unless the being comes from deep underneath the waves, they cannot resist this particular hypnotic power. Still, those who manage to close their eyes before the full effect of the color-shifting and do not look at her tentacles will be safe. In a way, this is just like the hypnotic ability of the cuttlefish, but to a much more vibrant degree. As before, she cannot command anything from anyone. This only catches their attention.

Heightened Mimicry

A simplistic capability, really. In a manner similar to all manner of octopi and those like the, Mara can change both the color and the texture of her skin and tentacles. This highly improves her stealth, allowing her to get much closer than one would think possible. If she plays her cards right, of course. This mimicry works best when underwater where her body stays moist, but it is possible to use it on land. If she is too dried out, she cannot perform this ability.

Strengths:

+ Intelligent

+ Physical Strength

+ Stealth

+ Keeping Secrets

+ Tentacles

+ Hand-to-Hand Combat

Weaknesses:

- Stamina

- High Metabolism

- Durability of her Tentacles

- Lack of Moisture

- Ear Coverings

- Hypnotic Limitations

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Backstory:

The origins of Sonora’Mara are shrouded in shadows of myth and mystery, a part of history lost to time itself. Her very existence has long since been nothing more than a sailor’s tale, telling of a maiden once of pure heart being cast out to watery depths of the sea. It is said that the waters and its inhabitants took pity on the poor soul, transforming her into a being fueled by hatred and vengeance – stalking the deepest trenches of the ocean just waiting for the next ship to pass on by. It was a warning to navy and pirates alike. A call to avoid those black-souled waters she was believed to roam. The Maiden of the Depths was her title, a malevolent and feared eight-armed beast whose only goal was to sink every ship that dared tread through her waters. Wreck stacked upon wreck, forming piles along the floor of her domain. Their insignias showed of mostly Elven descent but were not void of others.

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Truly, they say, it was as though the Elven people were the fuel to her fiery wrath. The catalyst to her very presence within the ocean she roamed and the ships she trashed. If one were to have an elf on their ship, they should expect their ship to sink or be vacant by the morning. Her methods of doing so were practically unknown to those that came across her, save for the standard siren song she undoubtedly possesses. Very seldom were the times where one survived her “hunting.” Over the course of hours if not days, one by one she’d lure off crew – hypnotizing them with her flashy lights, only to pull them swiftly into the depths below. Her attacks mostly came at dusk and lasted through the night, the darkened waters being the perfect camouflage for her large form. Those alone on top of the deck were the first to go, standard cleaners or workers in general. The more muscular men and women were usually her targets if at all possible to reach. Next came the pilot who she tended simply to sneak up behind rather than hypnotize – covering his or her mouth before slinking back into the tides below. What is left of these vessels after this completely depends on their location. Oftentimes, they end up being shipwrecks – her having taken control of the helm and “course corrected” them towards jagged rocks or an older wreck that lined the shallower parts of her waters. Others, she will leave it abandoned. A ghost ship left to follow the currents and sail aimlessly without a crew. Some say that one can still hear the cries of all those who sank with their vessels during the nightly hours.

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The siren’s meeting with this particular crew followed the latter’s formation of steps. She stumbled upon this rag-tag crew some years ago – five if she can recall correctly – as she traveled the waters that confined her dwelling. She had just “dispatched” another unlucky crew of elven folk when she spotted them – the empty and ghostly boat sailing past them on the ocean current. It was unknown to her what brought the strange beings to this area. Perhaps it was her singing? Maybe they simply held disbelief in the stories of her prowess? In either case, to say she was intrigued at the looks of the crew would be an understatement. The odd mix-match of sailors being something she hadn’t really seen before. So, she spared them… but not without giving the a little scare~

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No one is quite sure what spurred her to join those few days later rather than deal them the same hand as many others. Some may say she was charmed by one of their people. Others that she was merely curious and wished to partake. And the rest believing her to be exacting some sort of scheme. No matter the reasoning, few are willing to take her mercy for granted.

Kin:

All Deceased

Crush:

There may be a certain someone who’ll end up catching her eyes~

Affiliations:

Plotting ensues >:3

Other:

- No, she cannot squirt ink. Do not ask.

White Tide captain slot hath reopened 🔥

Name

Morwenna Maristela Carpenter

Age

24

Gender

Female

Species

Human (Witch) and Nereid (Sea Nymph)

Sexuality

Bisexual

Rank

Sailor

Reputation

White Tide: The girl that came with unique scarring that is shaped like waves. In the beginning she was feral and wild like the rogue waves that strike the ship. She has become more relaxed and peaceful. Her peaceful manner is usually singing songs and dancing on the deck. Her connection to the ocean is unique and bizarre for others.

Public: A girl now a woman with a massive bounty on her head. She killed multiple humans for the sake of her coven that was massacred for their illegal activities. She earned the name “Siren of Vengeance” for her rampage against humans from 15 till she fell into the lap of the White Tides at 18.

Motivation

A desire that she hopes will heal her scarring and make her human side, her greatest weakness dormant. Though she doubts it will happen, she keeps her hopes and dreams to herself.

Appearance

Morwenna has an enchanting and desirable appearance to most. Her side of the sea nymph as they are breathtakingly beautiful to gaze at from others. Her hourglass figure is usually hidden by her raggedy dress that has colors of light blue and golden trim on the bottom of the dress that is ripped and damp from the water. Her height is on the smaller side of being 5’0 and sometimes that she can be 5’1 on a good day. Her weight is 120 pounds now as she has finally been able to be fed and not scavenge for food to survive.

Her hair is memorable to admire that many are curious to look at. Her long and curly blonde hair that can either be tame or wild, that cascades down her back ending above her waist shimmering like golden seaweed. Her skin that is soft at the touch with a sun-tanned touch to it that shimmered warm, bronzed hue to it. Her body and face are dotted with freckles that resemble the constellations in the sky. Her eyes are a sea green or blue in certain lights that can be murky looking or bright as can be from. An ethereal beauty with a touch of wildness, and her presence and stature is formidable and enchanting with a touch of unpredictability.

Her stature and how she carries herself is relaxed with a walk to it. She does not walk like she is above others. She does not walk like she has something to hide. She flows with her surroundings and just is able to walk as she has no problems in the world. Her big smile or smirk often displayed on her face showed her pearly whites.

Her scars are from using her powers without using rituals or some magic power source. As it only has happened one time in her life from her rampage of vengeance and wrath. Her skin that is sun-tanned and dotted with freckles down her arms are wavelike patterns that go from her shoulder to her wrist. Her hands are covered with the wave patterns that are layered from the top of her hands to her fingertips. The sides of her face have faded etching of wave patterns that have not finished their course over her face. Most of her skin, especially on her face, is now a white color that is prominent and shines out from her tan skin tone. The uniqueness of wave patterns are all different from the first scar that was made, each have a different design or look to them if someone studies it. Her scarring is from her not being a full human. She would have been dead from the power that was used on that day, but instead it has scarred her once beautiful skin to waves. Her sea nymph side saved her life and chose scarring on her body.

Her attire is limited for her size and her way of having to be scarce with humankind. Her dress that she wore from being 15 through being 24 is the only item of clothing she wears. She has trauma bonded with that dress and would literally kill someone if they throw it away to give her new clothing. Morwenna being from the deserted island has never known shoes, and yes on the White Tide she does not wear shoes. She prefers that way of life not being bound by shoes to hide her feet and toes (Dogs out all day everyday). She has a beautiful necklace or talisman that holds her coven's ashes of their remains that helps her perform spells and part of rituals.

Her voice is often heard as rich and seductive to others to hear. Light and breathy at times or cold and lethal aiming for damage to others. Her voice screams power and can soothe a baby’s cry. A voice that can send others to a downward spiral.

An ethereal beauty that belongs to the sea. The sea’s child that has blessed the human realm as herself, but will be overlooked from her wild nature and others’ jealousy.

Personality

Unpredictable | Depth | Resilient | Powerful | Nurturing | Eternal | Fearless

A force of nature that carries deep into the veins of Morwenna. A deep wildness of her mind that can spark with a light. Her stoic calmness that is freaky and memorizing from her body relaxed and mind at peace, that can turn into a deep hatred or wildlife within a second. A scary image from her that others display is her swings of emotion to be her cheerful self to feral demon that reeks of wrath and vengeance. A woman like her holds grudges til the grave from small petty reasons or reasons that hurt her for no reason. Morwenna is at the point where she has begun meditating to keep her mind from venturing into a tsunamis type of way of hate and wrath. As now her emotions will be displayed as lighthearted and cheery, but it will only take one thing to spark the woman. Morwenna is the type of woman to always get even or go lower that depends on the situation she is in. She is not afraid to be cold and lethal to others that deserve it, and finds content with it. Modwenna that has been turned into angry has venomous and cut throat insults that would widen eyes. She does not see mercy or guilt for the damage that she may cause on people’s egos or lives.

Her adaptability and resilience are her great qualities of survival. She is like a little cockroach that always escapes death by a hair. She is willing to play in the hands of death and find the narrow chance of survival. Call it stupid or luck, but she has a will and she will find a way. She has a way to endure so much and keep it to herself. Her resilience is able to keep her emotions out to execute the hard decisions that she may have to face in the future.

She is just overall powerful. In a way that can just not mean demand to bow and treat her as royalty. A way that she is not afraid to throw down and win. She knows that within herself, though she would not hurt a fly if it means that her friend would have to suffer. She knows her abilities can be dangerous to herself and others, she will use it only if she believes it morally right. She is just overall powerful and has a dangerous aura about her that others just know not to mess with.

A nurturing and soft touch about her that is welcoming and gentle to others. A way that she has never been a mother, but will be the motherly person to any thing that is human or an animal. A way of comforting others and guiding them under her wing. She keeps them close, and would wreak havoc on the ones that cross them. A deep motherly love that she welcomes new crewmates that come after with big arms and are often joyful of their choice to join.

A saddened heart with a smile on her face to trick others of the waves of grief and wrath that clouds her eyes. Her home “Deizoma Island” has been ransacked and massacred other than her and a few others. Her family and her culture, once beautiful and full of life, is now silent and nothing but fairytale or nightmare depending on who speaks about it. Morwenna has never truly let her mind grieve about the loss and it is often in the back of her mind. She hides it with her cheerful mood and playful acts of songs and dancing on the White Tide as if nothing bad ever has happened.

A rhythmic and reflecting personality to be able to contemplate her emotions and thoughts before she acts impulsively and becomes a wild cannon. Her actions and words are flowy and more often known as proper in her calmness and cold state. Her wild side is more of her accent that comes out that is illiterate and has little to no grammar to it.

*Likes

Ocean

Singing to herself

Swimming in the ocean

heights

Meat

WOMEN (Crushing on a female)

Men (no one in her eyes)

Crab Meat

Brawls (Fight club?)

*Dislikes

Cats (Allergic)

Bullies

Vegetables (Will throw a tantrum)

Unnecessary Bloodshed

Speaking of the past

overly bossiness

her scars to an extent

Humans (Not overly just does not trust them)

Sunrises

Strengths

Powers:

Ocean Bending

Ancestral Magic

Rituals/SpellBook

Celestial Magic

Other Strengths:

Knowing the ocean

Motherly to everyone

Being the comedian

Tying up the boats

Swimming

Climbing around

Weaknesses

Power Usage (For all Magic Usage without Rituals or Lifesource Magic):

Scarring

Coma

Feral/Wild State

Water Rejection

Other Weaknesses:

Trust Issues

Abdaonment Issues

Feral side (From the magic tainting her mind briefly comes and goes)

Unnecessary Sarcasm

Scared of the dark

Cut throat words/actions towards others

Background

Morwenna’s mother was nereid and her father a sailor/human that fell in love to have Modwenna. The hybrid… Morwenna’s mother Natsiya had brought her to the Deizoma Island where the desert coven away from humans to practice their illegal witchcraft peacefully and quietly. Her father had died at sea, an ex practicing witch from the Deizoma Nami Coven, before Morwenna was born into the world. Though Morwenna never knew that her mother was a nereid, just thought she was a practicing witch until the day she died. Morwenna was brought to practice the magic of the Deizoma Nami coven that practiced with tons of magic. Their ways of being peaceful and teaching the youth. Morwenna often looked after the younger children and taught them with small spells and the history of Deizoma Nami coven. The coven that practcing magic on the side, but was a strong village that lived on the ocean and enjoying the island. Her power of controlling the ocean was shown at the age of 14. Though she was warned by her mother and her peers to never use it without a ritual or some other safety net for her to use.

The day of The Deizoma Nami had fallen. The day was normal, the ocean was peaceful. Then the night had come. The day the humans came with torches and swords to slay the accused. Morwenna at the ripe age of 15 was telling the bed-time stories to the children, until she smelled the fires. Her mother was saving the elderly until she was struck down with silver and lit with flames. Though she could not do a thing, but children that she had to protect. She silently sneaked those children to a hiding hole to only fail at the process. That’s when Morwenna had finally spiraled out of control. She had two abilities that did not need rituals for witchcraft. Ocean bending and telekinesis. She one by one murdered the humans through water and blood. This earned her scarring on her body.She continued until she was left standing with one more human, though she did not kill him. She sent him on his to be a messenger for what she had done. She earned the name “Siren of Vengeance” with the massive bounty on her head dead or alive.

She was alone looking after herself from age 15-18. She had been hunting humans that were connected to her coven’s murder. She was savage and feral that she stayed away from society as long as possible. She stayed by the water and only did rituals for when she needed magic to wreak chaos. She stumbled upon the White Tide at 18, still feral and full of wrath. She was stealing food from them. A mistake on her part and a mistake for theirs for attacking the young feral girl. She fought hard with her powers until she fell into a two week long coma. She was promised their protection from humans looking for her, but she had to stay with the White Tide for their protection from other’s with her abilities.

She has been rolling with the pirate crew for 6 years.

WIP!!!!! WIP!!!!!!

Name: Graham Fletcher
Age: 27 years. Fishfolk have shorter lives than humans by about 30 years so he's roughly middle aged methinks
Gender: Male
Species: Fishfolk/Human Hybrid
Sexuality: Homosexual
Rank: Sailor
Reputation: He's largely seen as grouchy and easily irritated but doggedly loyal to the ship while also maintaining an emotional distance from most of its crew. On land...he doesn't really go on land much except for nights of drinking at shady ports where no one bats an eye at his coverings.
Motivation: He thinks it'll fix his gills. In his religion, those born without functional gills are the result of being cursed to lack them by their god. The Orb supposedly cures all curses and aliments which would fix him...right?
(Art creds to me)

Appearance: Rugged, gnarled, seaworthy. Graham dresses like the stereotypical pirate plus a few more layers. Shirt, trousers, and all sorts of coverings. Off color stockings, tight brown pants as to not catch on anything, and a looser, flowing tan shirt make up the first layer. Then comes the multiple jackets, thankfully not too unusual for the time period however Graham still manages to make them look odd. And finally thin flexible shoes that appear quite old and worn. At 5'6, Graham is one of the shorter inhabitants on board the White Tide, height gifted to him by his fishfolk heritage. Other things brought to him by that particular gene pool include webbed hands and feet, nonfunctional gills, malformed lungs, a tendency to burn and peel in the sun faster than normal, as well as a partially mutated face and grayish blue skin patches all over his body. Graham's eyes are vastly different, one side belonging to the human spectrum, all sunken and sharp edged with thick eyelashes and pale brown eyes that almost seem washed out, while the other side is distinctly fishfolk, yellow eye bulging out from a blue rim and surrounded by colorful vein-esque structures. His hair is thick and choppy, frizzing up and falling to roughly below shoulder length. His body type is lean but more muscular around the upper arms and shoulders as well as his thighs and calves. His hair covers the bulging fish eye and the surrounding fishy area.
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CYNRIC WEISS

- age -

37

- rank -

Captain

- gender -

Non-binary | They/Them

- sexuality -

Bisexual

- species -

Human, with nymph ancestry

- reputation -

On board : Cynric is seen as a little neurotic, incredibly lucky, and overall, a trustworthy pal. They’ll get themselves into strange situations, but everyone knows they can always rely on Cynric to pull them out of dirt and back into water. They can be a little ditzy at times, but their shipmates put good faith into them as a captain, and a friend. Trust their word, and you’ll be sailing smooth and eating well for as long as you know it.

On land : Cynric is more of a ghost on land—little is known about them, but they are known regardless. Through their previous adventures in youth, they flitted through the lands and didn’t stop to talk much to the residents. They’d hitch a ride on the trains that only hosted coal and iron, and spoke little to no words to the hitchhikers that caught the transit with them. Their face is known, but their name is not.

- motivation -

Cynric has no other motivations for being a pirate captain, either than this is where life took them. Through adventuring and exploring the world, they stumbled upon sea life, and realized how much more… open the world seemed when you weren’t grounded. When it feels like there is infinitely as much space as there is above you, to what is below you, you begin to feel a lot more free. Cynric loves the sea life because of this reason, and has no other intentions besides to explore what the unexplored has to give them and their shipmates.

- personality -

Cynric is off-beat, neurotic, ballsy, but a damn fine shipmate. They’ll find themselves concealed in their own anxiety sometimes, but take their moments to cool down and make the next best course of action. They aren’t very expressive with how they’re feeling at the moment, but you’ll notice it through the little stutters that appear randomly in their speech. Cynric always seems to have a great new idea, making little out of what they have, even through their worries. They implore their fellow shipmates to trust them through it all, and they’ll always prove themself trustworthy. Working on an honor-based system, you’ll always have their word, guaranteed.

As off-beat as they may seem, they make an effort to lend an ear to their ship family and spend special time with each of them individually. Cynric feels as if they never have the right words to say to people (or even words at all), but they’ll prove their bonds by spending quality time. Whether it be calculating the stars next to one another, or bringing a shipmate their bowl of stew, they truly care for another. They show their appreciation through acts of service and quality time, more likely to show you how to whittle a wooden figurine of your favorite animal, than to make it on their own time and gift it to you later.

Mentoring others is something Cynric excels in—though they won’t have the words for everyday small talk, they certainly have bright and clear explanations on how certain things can be done. Whether it be ship-work, cooking, or minor crafts, Cynric is always there to proudly teach others. They have little wisdom and advice on the world to share, but they’ll teach you tips and tricks to get through the world that doesn’t rely on talking your way out of things. Caught by the navy guard? Don’t sweet-talk your way out of it, Cynric will show you how to secretly cut a rope to their mast from afar and divert their attention, all the while you’re making your way out of what could’ve been a grueling situation.

Cynric’s humor is deadpan, yet you’ll notice the only time they’ll lilt their voice is when they’re laughing and cracking jokes. They have a tendency to loving haze others; teaching you how to properly patch the hole in the forecastle while sweetly “joking” if you break the flooring again, they’ll plug it up with your dislocated finger next time. They are a serious perious, but blanket that urgence with a soft voice.

- appearance -

Cynric is tanned from days long at sea, with few darkened moles that dot their face and arms. Freckles appear when the days become longer. Their hair is a rich red-brown color, appearing bronze in sunlight. The length is short and choppy, from inexperienced shipmates trying to give Cynric the ideal buzzcut they want, without the tools to do so. Whenever they stop by on land, they get their hair cleaned up and evened out. Most of the time, it’s uneven in spots, but if it’s short, that’s really all Cynric cares about.

Cynric stands at a sturdy 5’8. They are not scrawny nor lean—they are muscular. Defined arms and chest, and tense muscles in their shoulders. They have little to no fat since they are rarely calorie dense meals on the water, which also results in some minor fatigue for them from time to time. They make sure to eat a lot to keep up with their intense work-load daily, but a lot is never enough for this one.

They have wrinkled hands from working in the sun, and from some old scars that happened in their youth. Their face is the same, with some wrinkles around their brown eyes and creases above their eyebrows. Their healthy lifestyle (as in just keeping a working body) has managed to keep their appearance minorly youthful compared to others their age, but not by a longshot.

Cynric dresses in airy clothing, particularly shirts that have had the sleeves torn off, or made from thin fabrics. They repurpose all their clothes and haven’t bought any new pieces in years, altering the clothes to something more breathable anytime they get ripped. What clothes were once white, are now a sea-washed algae green. Their pants are baggy and aerated also, usually also a light-washed brown color.

- likes -

Tabletop games : Cynric loves board games, but not just any. They specialize in chess, checkers, Snakes and Ladders, and Dominoes. Their favorite game of all time, however, is Go. They’re pretty ruthless with it, too.

Cioppino : Cynric’s favorite food of all time is cioppino. It’s kinda fitting, considering they live on the water. Anytime the ship cook asks for requests for dinner, it’s always what Cynric asks for.

Stretching : It’s a weird thing to like, but not unconventional. Cynric always does their morning stretches. When stressed, they pull their neck to one side and to the other, then their arms, then rotate their wrists. It’s a calming coping mechanism for them.

- dislikes -

Mountains & forests : Dense areas make Cynric anxious. They love the open water because it’s so spacious and freeing, and to be hidden under trees or in rock gulleys is one of their biggest fears. They sometimes have nightmares about being lost in a forest.

Bugs : Cynric finds very few bugs acceptable, maybe a butterfly or an inchworm every now and then. They despise most bugs, especially flies. Anytime a fly appears on board, their main duty at that point is to eradicate it.

Alcohol : Cynric doesn’t truly hate alcohol, just makes a point to stay away from it. They notice anytime they indulge, they go off the deep end of drunkenness. Their tolerance is… extremely low.

- strengths -

Quick thinking : Cynric can come up with any plan on the spot. Their mind works in step-by-step plans, compared to others’ who’ll think in fleeting or randomized thoughts. Everything is a 1, 2, 3 point plot to Cynric. Not only does this trait allow for great thinking on their feet, it allows them to keep productive every day.

Level-headedness : Cynric does an awfully great job of remaining level-headed… or appearing so. To say they’re not always anxious is a complete lie, but they sure are at least great at keeping their composure. You’ll rarely catch them freaking out, or even cussing.

Resourceful : Cynric can make something out of nothing. They are sometimes acquitted as a “hoarder” by their ship-mates for keeping miscellaneous junk on ship, but to them, that rusted gear and old paint chips could make a great last-ditch-effort flint & steel.

- weaknesses -

Controlling : Cynric tries to understand their crewmates have their own way of doing things, but when things aren’t done their own specific way, they aggressively bite their tongue to not correct them on the ways they should obviously be doing it. They try to set up regimented plans for everyone each day, but of course, not everyone is going to want to participate like they’re a dead-eyed worker.

Impatient : Cynric can’t stand to sit by and idly watch. Even if the situation’s dangerous, they must jump in. They hate to wait, and especially hate to lose, which makes for a serious combination sometimes.

Luddite : Not exactly a weakness, but can be when there’s better ways to go about things, except when Cynric completely refuses on the basis of hating technology. Not just technology, but newer things in general. They find technology to be unreliable, and newer ways of doing things (ie: new way to tie sails) to never be as good as the original. They’ll begrudgingly try, however, and that might open them up to new ways. Rarely.

- background -

Cynric used to be a nomad. Traveling the lands aimlessly, in search of more memories than gold or work. Their family isn’t the same—still stationed in a generational cobble house in the middle of some unnamed countryside. Their mother, father, and two older sisters were all quite similar in personality to Cynric. Quiet, thoughtful, but most importantly—keenly resourceful. Whenever the winters came and the ground froze, Cynric’s father would notice cold breezes in their little home. They never went out to town to buy something to patch the walls, they went outside and shoveled the frozen dirt to pack into the holes, and remove the soil once summer came.

They studied miscellaneous things in books long retired from libraries, from which Cynric picked up navigating by stars, and basic ship knowledge. Only a very few of these books were fiction, one of which was Moby Dick, which turned up to be Cynric’s favorite book. They read the book front to back, each page studied, and once 17, took off from the home to complete their own adventures.

When on land, Cynric sends sweet letters back to their family. Because of their lifestyle on water, they never receive any back. It’s been two decades, and whether or not they still live at that house, or even live, is something they won’t know until they return.

Cynric wrapped up their nomadic adventures around age 26. Their inability to make money eventually humbled them, when one night they’d drank too much at the tavern, and retired to the cobbled streets to walk and find an inn to stay. Sheriffs stopped them and fined them for public intoxication, to which Cynric had not a penny left. This realization that their youth spent frolicking instead of caring could not always support them, so they left to the coast in hope to find work. They did, and joined the navy temporarily.

Cynric liked the navy… at first. The duties, the chores, all of it felt so responsible to Cynric, which is something they’ve never really felt before. Their life was spent without many responsibilities, and to start anew felt almost religious. As the days drew on, and the few times they were actually allowed to depart at sea, Cynric realized that this was all too repetitive. Same day, every day, with an occasional pulling over of a pirate ship or protecting governmental ships. They grew to hate it.

They took notice of an infamous pirate ship that always seemed to linger ‘round popular trading areas. Stepping in to snatch up their gold and goods, then seemed to vanish without a trace by the time the navy arrived there to step in.

Cynric devised their own plan to leave this boring life, and broke their own hand, thus discharging them from any indefinite activity until healed. Leaving the ship, Cynric wandered into the loading dock for these trade ships, and waited for what felt like days until the ships arrived, and so did the pirates.

The rest of the story is blurry to Cynric, but they remember negotiating their way onto ship, intermingling with their new mates, and slowly going up the ranks over an 11 year process. The rest is history.