Realistic or Modern Come My Love, Be One With The Sea — the applications

[forestferns]

alrighty everyone here’s the applications thread for the pirate roleplay!

The current due date for applications is Monday, September 2nd.

A friendly reminder that this roleplay is application based. Since there’s so many roles, you can apply for 2 roles at once, but you do not have to do so. If I pick another OC over yours and there’s still open roles left, you can apply for one of the open roles.


TAKEN ROLES:

CAPTAIN
saoirse bell forestferns

FIRST MATE
Rayna Doe lyn.

GUNNER
Ysolt Blackwood Acear

NEWBIE
Lucien Kassani Klown

TAILOR
Bertram Gunther Iamthemanfish

OPEN ROLES:

CARTOGRAPHER
????????

MUSICIANS
???????? and ???????

COOKS
??????? and ???????

SURGEONS
Lithoniel Raenisa Talathel and ???????

LOOKOUTS
Gu Qiyuan Meatball30 and ???????



So, you wanna become a crew member of The Night Jewel, huh? Well then, please fill out this application! You can use a code if you want to, but it is not required so long as you have everything that is in the form.


IMAGE OF CHARACTER GOES HERE

Full Name

Nicknames

Age - 20+

Gender

Pronouns

Sexuality - please include romantic and sexuality orientation

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Species - if merperson or siren, please specify what kind. are they a great white shark merperson? a largemouth bass siren?

True Form Description - what do they look like when they take on their true form?

Powers and Abilites - what kind of magical powers if any and abilities do they gain in this form?

Human Form Description

Birthday - month, day, year, place of birth

Body Modifications / Scars

Personality

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Role Amongst The Crew

Strengths and Weaknesses - what are they good at? what are they horrible at? what are they mediocre at?

How Long Have They Been With The Crew? - The Night Jewel has been going strong for 5 years.

History / Backstory - if you want, you can just list how they became a member of the crew.

Weaponry - what kind of weapons would you find on them? a cutlass? a dagger? etc.

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Likes

Dislikes

Habits

Fears

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Aroma

Faceclaim

Voiceclaim

Headcanons

 

[forestferns]

THIS IS A MAJOR WIP. THIS CODE ALSO SCROLLS!

seer

your captain

full name

saoirse bell (seer-sha)

nickname(s)

seer

age

twenty-seven (27)

gender

cis female, he/they/she

p.o.b.

blasket islands

d.o.b.

january 28th, 1631

sexuality

panromantic demipansexual

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  hair

  
  

  saoirse has long, wavy, chocolate brown colored hair that falls down to the middle of his back. it can look black in certain lightings.

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  eyes

  
  

  their eyes are a light, warm brown

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  height

  
  

  5'9"

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  body mods.

  
  

  saoirse has pierced ears that she did herself. they also have various tattoos that they did themself such as moons and stars, a seal, a bird, and a small tree. they're all on his ankles and his upper arms.

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  faceclaim

  
  

  adelaine kane as mary stuart in Reign

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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  virtues

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  understanding, patient, loyal
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  vices

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  hard-headed, reckless, overconfidence
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  personality

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  Saoirse is probably one of the best pirate captains you could ever meet. He goes to great lengths to ensure that all members of his crew are happy and comfortable with how he's running things. WIP
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  interests

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  dancing

  
  

  get the music playing and saoirse will dance. and oh, how they can dance! they're pretty good at it and they love a good sea shanty along with some dancing.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  seashell collecting

  
  

  saoirse loves seashells and shiny objects so naturally she's going to collect them. she's got little boxes for them as well as small shelves attatched to the walls of her cabin.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  ghost stories

  
  

  what's a pirate ship without a captain to tell ghost stories over a hearty dinner? that's where saoirse comes in! she finds ghost stories absolutely fascinating. she picks up new ghost stories whenever they make port to restock on supplies or to find somewhere to go.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  likes

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  seashells, aquatic life, warm blankets, wine, shiny objects, fruits, pretty outfits, candlelight, animals, flowers
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  dislikes

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  itchy blankets and clothes, whiskey, hot summer days, bigots, being disturbed, sour foods, beef,
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  fears

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  losing their seal skin, tight spaces, snakes
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  strengths

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  lstrength, strength, strength
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  weaknesses

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  weakness, weakness, weakness
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  habits

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  biting her fingernails, twirling his hair, pacing, humming
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
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  contact

  
  
  
  

  this is my status

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  sent message here

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  received message here

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  Call lasted x:xx.

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  history

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  history? On this ship? In this house? I do not think so.
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
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  scroll

  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  species

  
  
  

  selkie
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  residence

  
  
  

  the night jewel
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  true form description

  
  
  

  seer’s true form is that of a large, chunky gray seal with light gray fur and darker gray spots dotting all over his body. she has lighter coloring underneath her muzzle all the way down to her belly. she has big, chocolate brown eyes that always look like she’s going to melt your heart. their fur is sleek to the touch and she has dark gray colored flippers for swimming and claws on their front and back flippers. seer has long whiskers and an inverted triangular nose that’s gray in color. this is his seal skin that he sheds on land and puts back on before diving into the water.
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  powers and abilities

  
  
  

  saoirse is able to withstand the crushing pressure of the waters as you swim further down. he is able to also withstand freezing cold temperatures. they’re also able to summon seals. saoirse is able to shape shift from seal to human form with the use of her seal skin.
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  role in the crew

  
  
  

  the captain
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  been with the crew

  
  
  

  saoirse is the one who has brought everyone together. she's been captain of the night jewel for 5 years.
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  weaponry

  
  
  

  a walloon sword WIP
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  aroma

  
  
  

  ginger tea and tangerine
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  my mother told me

  
  

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♡coded by uxie♡

 

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youkai

the first mate...

full name

youkai zankoku

nickname

gramps

title

phantom reaper

age

sixty-five

d.o.b

february 3, 1593

sex / gender

male

pronouns

masculine

sexuality

demi-bisexual

orientation

demiromantic

species

shapeshifter

member of the night jewel

five years

role

first mate ( gunner )

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  don't raise your voice. improve your argument.

  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  appearance

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  height

  
  

  195.6 cm ( 6'5″ ).

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  weight

  
  

  64kg ( 141lbs ).

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  hair c.

  
  

  salt n' pepper

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  eye c.

  
  

  amber

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  build

  
  

  mesomorphic

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  secondary form

  
  

  youkai can shift into a large dire wolf that's heavier and more muscular than the modern grey wolf weighing around 160lbs with a shoulder height of 48in and a body length 79in. his pelt is a rich, smokey obsidian hue with firey molten orbs and a small patch of white splashed across an elongated muzzle.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  body mods

  
  

  a large tribal-like tattoo of snakes twisting along broad shoulders, intertwined with red spider lilies [ ref ] and various smaller tattoos that represent each adoptive / biological child he's taken under his wing.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  scars

  
  

  a long gash across his right eye, starting from the left side of his hairline at a diagonal to reach the right side of his cheek, followed by another one going the opposite direction starting just below his right eye, nicking the waterline and both top and bottom lip to rest at his chin [ ref ]. unfortunately, youkai lost most of his vision in his right eye, which became blurry and a tad lighter in color. various facial knicks, the most noticeable being a gash across the bridge of his nose. a prominent bite mark on his left shoulder blade, concealed beneath clothing with smaller bite marks across a broad frame. a few prominent gashes take up most of his backside [ ref ], including most of his bulky frame [ ref ].

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  scent

  
  

  frankincense, patchouli, sandalwood, myrrh, and rose.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  accessories

  
  

  none

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  voice desc

  
  

  an intimidatingly confident timbre with a smokey, guttural tinge allowing for a gravelly raucous pitch to the ear. youkai possesses a fatherly, yet soothingly monotonous, guttural timbre, much like the slow roll of approaching thunder.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  ailments

  
  

  insomnia, nightmares, and ptsd ( partially blind on his right side, vision blurry and shrouded in monochrome, it's rather sensitive to bright lights. often covered by an eyepatch or left alone. older injuries can become excruciating during the colder seasons, becoming numb and painful to move ).

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  faceclaim

  
  

  henry cavill as geralt of rivia [ the witcher ]

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  voiceclaim

  
  

  a weird mixture of henry cavill as geralt of rivia / kenjiro tsuba as nanami kento / crispin freeman as soma schicksal and tsume / lex lang as geto suguru

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
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  personality

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  mbti

  
  

  istp

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  temperament

  
  

  phlegmatic

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  enneagram

  
  

  5w6, 9w8

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  alignment

  
  

  lawful neutral

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  ambitious, wise, adventurous, practical, creative, calm, rational, analytical, caring, passionate, reliable, troubleshooter, open-minded, tolerant, kind, self-aware, adaptive, flexible, supportive, even-tempered, assertive, observant, independent, compassionate, mysterious, blunt, enigmatic, strict, logical, quiet, contemplative, honest, reserved, reckless, stubborn, aloof, relatively easy-going, introvert, stoic, diplomatic, determined, insensitive, cold, impatient, ruthless, isolated, withdrawn, hardworking, self-critical, protective, secretive
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  hogwarts house

  
  

  slytherin

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  element

  
  

  earth

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  faction

  
  

  dauntless

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  habits

  
  

  shaking his head, various sounds like grunts / sighs / grumbles / etc, pinching the bridge of his nose, running a hand down his face in exasperation, raking a hand through salt n' pepper strands, calling those younger than him kid / kiddo / small fry, smoking

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  fears

  
  

  losing what little family he has left, people seeing him the way he sees himself ( a no-good sinner that's long past redemption ), unable to protect others, the past catching up to him, someone going through what he had to go through, getting close to others, being happy

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  strengths

  
  

  defense fighting, hand-to-hand combat, physical strength, cold logic ( even if it physically hurts him ), diplomatic, accurate aim, perspective, sword fighting, open-minded, critical thinker, taking charge in a time of crisis, level-headed, slow to anger, good advice / knowledgeable, assertive, stealth ( though lacks the quickness / nimbleness someone with a smaller / lankier stature might have ), commanding presence ( breathing a sense of warmth and safety ), self-disciplined, decisive, adaptive, high pain / drinking tolerance

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  weaknesses

  
  

  allowing himself to be happy, prioritizing others above his wellbeing ( self-sacrificing ), self-isolating ( doesn't fancy having his emotions out in the open, preferring to remain a stable / unmoveable rock the crew can rely / look up to ), not able to give into his true desires ( going into a fatal flaw of his that he is undeserving of everything good ), delicate things ( like flowers, youkai is the idiom " a bull in a china shop " ), smaller statures ( because of his bulkier build, youkai is naturally at a disadvantage depending on how they use their cards against a brute like himself ), truly does have strong self-worth issues, secretive toward his health, the inability to let go of the ghosts from his past nor the guilt / shame that comes with it, appearing cold / aloof because of his non-expression features and monotonous timbre, will work himself to death if you allow him too ( far to many nightmares that youkai has a hard time getting proper sleep ), hair maintenance ( doesn't always have the time / energy to deal with it ), self-critical, cooking ( has the basic skills to cook several things, but nothing worth boasting about ), climbing ( at risk of re-disolocating his shoulder ), aching bones ( older injuries can become difficult - rolling 1d100 to decide on the severity ), prone to injury ( not out of carelessness, but pure born need to protective his family / crew ), storytelling ( might have wicked stories, but lacks the naturalism someone has - youkai is just pure gruffness with a side of charisma )

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  fireflies, sunsets / sunrises, flower crowns ( never could he make one, but for the sentimental value they possess ), taking nightly walks, colder seasons ( though his body disagrees, youkai dislikes the overwhelming heat for someone that runs a higher temperature ), nighttime, smoking ( though acknowledging its bad for you, youkai will still take the risk and several barrels of mead ), lengthy reads ( a fellow collector of scrolls to pass the time ), the salty smell of the sea and the adventure that comes with it, rough seas ( you aren't a sailor if you haven't once sailed rough waters ), forget-me-nots, cease the moment
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  pointless arguments ( he hates running around in circles when you can state it bluntly and move on from the problem ), reckless participants ( hypocrisy at its finest - would rather it affect him than someone else ), warmer weather ( the sweltering heat to be more specific ), feeling helpless ( a prime reason why he hides injuries ), folks who have real bad mannerisms, anger ( it solves nothing, but making everyone high strung and emotional - doesn't go to say youkai doesn't feel anger he does but better to keep it in-check until needed ), neglectful parents, mercy killing ( not directed at anyone, but because of emotional trauma, this is a personal dislike ), sunflowers / daisies ( a personal attachment )
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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  — a bittersweet childhood, youkai’s parents wanted nothing to do with him, his twin, and two younger siblings having given them various degrading names like “ cruel spirit ” or “ temptress ”. they considered them bad luck charms, opting to tease and poke fun at them rather than be actual parents ( which was what the nanny was for - having been a considerably rich family in a well-populated city ).
  — as common sense would allow, you’d suspect they’d stop having kids once their eldest were born ( twin brothers ). youkai’s parents fired their nanny in favor of saving money they shoved that responsibility onto youkai as the “ eldest ”.
  — life was rough, juggling random jobs and raising his little brothers with the help of his twin and third eldest when the poor struck, setting fire to their home and killing everyone but his parents and him ( though his siblings' corpses had never been recovered, and naturally presumed dead ).
  
  — his parents lost everything leaving it up to him to replenish their depleting funds through various labor jobs, exploiting his shapeshifting ability to the max.
  — growing tired of their facade, youkai packed up and left his parents to do whatever it was ( youkai hadn’t the slightest clue ), finding a decent job as a blacksmith in a small, quaint village when he met his wife.
  — some odd years later, youkai was the proud father of two ( a daughter and a son ). he swore to become a parental figure that’d never disappoint them like his. it was a trial by error as first-time parents until discovering she was pregnant again ( 5+ years later ), giving birth to three little girls.
  — though the years had been peaceful for the family, tensions brewed between two neighboring towns, divided by a plentiful river that bled into the vast ocean bringing scuffles and unwanted violence.
  — youkai lost his wife and youngest daughters to a conflict that could have been avoided ( avenging them by killing those that dared lay a hand on his family ), scooping up his eldest children, and booking across the ocean as stowaways on a trading ship. it was hell for the first few months until they reached dry land where youkai started anew.
  
  — during a particular afternoon near the seaside, youkai and his two eldest children were forcibly broken apart.
  — he searched for months, gradually becoming a hollowed shell after losing them. there wasn’t a purpose. he’d lost everything. why should he care if he lived or died?
  — getting into fistfights and wagering bets to see who’d beat him during a particular context of “ who can drink the most mead before passing out ”. In case you aren’t aware; youkai won the majority of those. he’s done things he’ll regret for the remainder of his life and he’ll do his best to own up to those mistakes for as long as he’s able to breathe.

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

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  — by no one’s fault by his own, youkai has an unnatural ability to accumulate broken, traumatized children ( apparently ). though youkai has no qualms about this when he managed to “ adopt ” several children.
  — it was a broken family, but good, so very good that youkai managed to get out of his depressed isolation, though the guilt continues to eat him alive.
  — peaceful years full of chaos and bright-filled laughter, youkai became a grandfather to a beautiful niece for some odd months when illness struck, killing his adoptive son and husband ( alongside their 5-month-old niece ).
  — grief struck, falling into familiar patterns of self-isolation and unwavering loss all while trying to remain afloat to take care of the remainder of his adoptive kids.
  
  — a ditzy, sunshine fellow, one of his kids was, and notorious for trusting strangers left the man tearing his hair out in stress ( perhaps that’s why his hair is nearly white ) when murder struck. unable to prevent it, youkai witnesses his adoptive son die, leaving him to pick up the pieces of what was left of their messy family.
  
  — later on in the years, youkai was recruited by the local lord as a soldier where he remained for the next ten-some-years. doing his best to visit the last remnants of his family when he wasn’t sailing. by some miracle, youkai isn’t sure had found his younger brothers ( the twins ) who’d survived, taken in by a dotting couple.
  — youkai spent time with his family, juggling the grueling work and spending quality time with his family. it wasn’t perfect, but it was theirs. the few remaining kids he’d adopted leaving the nest to start their paths. youkai couldn’t have been happier.
  
  — an accident occurs during a nightly visit to the tavern, rendering his brother dead and the other suffering, youkai is forced to make a hard, calculative decision by killing his brother. a mercy kill to most, but to youkai was murder.
  — with a heart full of guilt, youkai jumped from tavern to tavern. wandering the lands with nothing but a rusty pistol and a broadsword doing odd jobs here and there with no real sense of purpose.
  — nearly sixty, youkai joins the night jewel, freshly new with no one knowing who he is, he begins a new chapter.

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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  abilities

  
  

  the ability to shift from human to dire wolf at will, following the painful process of bone reshaping and muscles reforming to match that of whichever form, though allowing him stronger night vision to wade through the darkness while possessing enhanced physical strength.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  weaponry

  
  

  considered an old relic, youkai has a rusty pistol that's seen better days and a blister steel broadsword attached by a series of leather straps across his backside.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  headcanons

  
  

  
  ♡.﹀ several ways to braid hair ( having been self-taught when his daughters were alive )
  ♡.﹀ carries no judgment when offering help whether that's calming them from a sticky nightmare or running a soothing hand up and down their spine in a silent i ain't goin' anywhere
  ♡.﹀ knows that life is too short to second guess and live with the guilt of what if so naturally, youkai will grab life by the horns and ride it through
  ♡.﹀ isn't sensitive when it comes to questions about the multitude of scars he bares, even willing to add a story ( as awful as he is, youkai is trying his best )
  ♡.﹀ some might not even realize youkai is being sarcastic because of his monotonous timbre
  ♡.﹀ rarely does he indulge in " silly " things like water fights or roughhousing, but when it does, it's such a rewarding sight
  ♡.﹀ will bring anyone under his wing as a mentor / fatherly figure which is why a lot of the time, youkai is dubbed " gramps " or " old man " by the crew
  ♡.﹀ isn't necessarily religious but does believe something is out there, so you'll see him commonly refer to things as " for the love of stars " or " for stars sake "
  ♡.﹀ a man full of scars who's gruff, but has a gold heart
  ♡.﹀ general vibes are cowboy x mafia ( aesthetic wise )
  ♡.﹀ has lost too much, but is still willing to give and give. not once looking to take for himself, but to suffer in silence
  ♡.﹀ slow dancing after dinner with s/o ( and children ) and calling s/o sweetheart
  ♡.﹀ you will never go uncertain that youkai loves you, offering simple, feather-light touches and syrupy words
  ♡.﹀ youkai is similar to john wick, leroy jethro gibbs, tom chandler, jon snow, aragorn, and arthur morgan
  ♡.﹀ his pokemon is the zamazenta
  ♡.﹀ his tarot card is upright temperance
  ♡.﹀ the dog breed most like him is the cane corso
  ♡.﹀ his stone is the amethyst
  ♡.﹀ his flower is the forget-me-nots
  ♡.﹀ doesn't hide his secondary form, but doesn't boast about it either. if the situation requires his secondary form, youkai won't hesitate otherwise he'll go about his day.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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[Talathel]

Life is just another adventure!

Lithoniel

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  attack

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  name

  Lithoniel Raenisa

  gender

  Female & Bisexual, Biromantic

  nickname

  Niel, Rae

  age

  25 (August 10, 1633) & pob: Iaequezela

  role

  Surgeon

  Species

  Blue Jewel Damselfish Mermaid

  appearance

  height

  5'3"

  weight

  100lbs

  
  If you must know, Lithoniel has two forms, her true form, and her humanoid form. As a human, Lithoniel has stunning silver hair that reaches down to her lower back in soft, silky loose curls. Standing at a petite 5 feet 3 inches, Niel has an hourglass, lightly muscled figure. Imagine a dancer's body type. Her eyes are almond-shaped and a liquid mercury-dipped blue (silver-blue) with ice-light blue flecks dancing throughout them. Her outfits tend to be more feminine - wearing skirts of jewel-toned turquoise, green, red, and blues with silver embroidery in floral vines and patterns dancing throughout. The skirts tend to have a slit that reaches her knee, allowing for easier movement while her tops range from tank tops to three-quarters sleeved solid colors of silver, green, or gold. Her skin tone is a sun-kissed tan color and oftentimes she wears 1-inch heeled boots that are also silver in color.
  
  Her true form is the most stunning form you could ever imagine. She is the same height as her human form, instead of legs she has a gorgeous tail which makes up for two-thirds of her height. Her tail is almost dolphin-like in shape, forming a forked fin at the bottom which is yellow and fades to a gorgeous navy blue color dappled with light blue (almost bioluminescent) spots. She has two fins that align the sides of her tail in a flowing pattern, matching the same navy blue, light blue spots as her main tail. The scales closest to her hips are silver in color before fading to a navy tone. She does have a navy blue top that is worn in her real form, resembling a bikini top in a way with a halter-neck type tie. Her hair is the same in this form, except it grows a slight bit curlier in the water when she is in her true form. Oftentimes in this form, her hair is pulled back into a ponytail and she still has the same mercury-dipped orbs, but the flecks dancing within them are a fair bit more obvious. Lithoniel still has that hourglass-type figure, with a fair bit of muscle (it's just more noticeable considering the type of clothing she wears). In this form, a necklace of Amazonite shaped as a Lily flower adorns her neck and she has a circlet of amazonite and emeralds that glitter on her brow, the metal being a silver color and entwining in a floral vine shape to have the largest amazonite and emerald stone meet in the center of her forehead.
  
  Body Modifications: Lithoniel has a tattoo on her left shoulder blade that is a hibiscus flower with vines encircling a small blue jewel damselfish - or order to represent her true form. Her ears are pierced and she often wears dangling earrings that are amazonite flowers with smaller teardrop, and pear-cut emerald stones.
  
  Aroma: If you get close enough she smells like jasmine flowers mixed with a hint of sea breeze and amber - delicate but floral with an ocean twist.
  
  Faceclaim: Emma Clarke - Daenerys Targaryen
  Voiceclaim: Orla Fallon from Celtic Woman
  
  

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  personality

  Lithoniel as most would assume, is a bit of an enigma, not just because of her species, but also due to her mysterious presence. Niel is a multitude of things, but one thing for sure is some may know her as the 'Ice Queen' of the ship. She's cool, collected, and oftentimes no-nonsense oriented. She is cautious, a bit judgemental, and can be a bit hard to get to know at first in all honesty. She can be a bit shy and withdrawn, not one to engage with others unless absolutely necessary, but she isn't someone to mess with despite her non-violent preferences. She can be brutally honest, and her presence demands respect... most of the time.
  
  Outside of those...quirks, Lithoniel is a kind soul with a passion and preference for healing. She doesn't like violence and prefers to keep things strictly away from the violent side of things. She has a sweet temper (if you get to know her and don't mess with her). However, her presence and demeanor command respect - so you best listen if she tells you to do something because you best be doing it. Kind, compassionate, and diplomatic - Niel tends to be the voice of reason for many around her. She doesn't mess with the outcome of things - but her judgemental side can make her quickly choose a friend from a foe even if it isn't the best choice ever. Loyal to a fault - her loyalty is first to the sea, her kingdom, and second to the captain. She knows that is a dangerous mindset to have - but she refuses to rate her kingdom underwater under the captain. While she can be close-minded she is working on it and trying her best to overcome this little fault. Alongside that, Niel is empathetic and understanding (unless you do something entirely stupid and then she may just end up exasperated beyond belief). She is also sassy and sarcastic as all heck, but this side of her tends to be buried so unless you truly know her you won't find it much. Regal and able to make hard decisions, Niel can be blunt and it may come off as cruel if you aren't used to her blunt side.
  
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  Lithoniel is actually called Princess Lithoniel Raenisa. She was to be the queen of the merkingdom at one point in time - however, the land and the drive for adventure seemed to call to her. When her little sister heard about that - she brought it up to their father, aiming to try and help her eldest sister out and allow her to adventure and learn before taking on the throne. Naevys Raenisa did have an ulterior motive though - she wanted to rule instead of her sister. The power, the kingdom... the overwhelming urge to be the one in charge - all of it just caused her to lose her mind. As such she ended up killing her father and mother to take the throne - but pinned the blame on her sister instead. And as such everything in the small kingdom of Iaquezela ended up hitting the ceiling.
  
  Lithoniel was exiled and left to fend for herself - as such she found herself a part of The Night Jewel when she was 23 by joining the crew as a Surgeon mainly due to her magical healing abilities. She wasn't sure how she felt about being driven out of her home - but the whole secret is as merfolk - she does have a rebellion forming back in her hometown, and slowly but surely things are becoming more and more clear that fighting may end up happening before too long as the two groups (Naevys vs Lithoniel) begin to clash and soon (possibly later in the rp) the fight for the throne will happen - and the truth behind the small kingdom of Iaquezela will be revealed.
  
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  Healing

  Lithoniel has the natural ability (due to her species) of being able to heal minor wounds (such as cuts, gashes, and smaller injuries). She does get pretty weak after using this ability and it does drain her to the point she will have to sleep to recover. She can't use this ability for larger, more serious wounds that require a more...refined touch.

  Water

  
  Lithoniel, as a royal merfolk, has the ability to manipulate water as long as she is touching it. This means that as long as she is in her true form, which is revealed when she touches water, she can manipulate water to form streams, geysers, or droplets and be able to fight using it.

  weapons

  Dagger

  Lithoniel has a silver dagger with a brown hilt inlaid with amazonite gemstones in swirling vine shapes that is worn on her left thigh, oftentimes concealed by her skirts.
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  Likes

  Swimming, Exploring oceans, Adventures, Reading, and Quiet/Solitude

  Dislikes

  Disrespect, Dishonesty, Cruelty, Violence, Tight Spaces, and Loud Noises

  Strength.

  
  Healing: Comes with her species, she is extremely good at healing magically (when injuries are minor) and stitching and healing without magic for more complex and serious wounds.
  
  Diplomacy: Lithoniel is not a violent girl, she is actually extremely non-violent and prefers solving problems with a diplomatic mindset (mainly from her royal side of things honestly)
  
  Swimming: As a merfolk, Lithoniel is exceptional at swimming, and often enjoys it.
  

  Weaknesses.

  
  Water: If water so much as brushes against her skin, Litoniel will revert back to her mermaid true form without any say. She has to be completely dry in order to have legs.
  
  Violence: Niel hates violence, and it is her weak point, she isn't extremely strong, nor does she attack really - and she hates fighting with a passion.
  
  Size: Lithoniel is extremely petite for her age, size, and species - she can't reach some of the things she needs and she hates being small.
  
  Honesty: Lithoniel is bluntly honest and even if news is bad, she won't sugarcoat it and she can come across as insensitive due to this.
  

  Rumors.

  
  Main Secrets: Niel tends to prefer hiding her heritage, and species - so not many know she is a mermaid honestly. She hopes to keep it that way.
  But some suspect she may not be human (and maybe this can develop a plot later on).
  
  Niel also prefers to keep her royal lineage under wraps - only the captain knows about her true form, being the fact the two met while she was in her true form, and the two sort of...clicked.
  
  Rumors: Oceanwide - Some rumors float around suggesting that Niel killed her parents and ran away (even though her sister exiled her).
  
  Shoreside - Some believe her to be a witch (been though she is actually a mermaid).
  
  Fears: Being found out by others and having to deal with humans.
  Arachnophobia - She has an extreme fear of spiders
  Astraphobia - She has a fear of loud noises, especially sudden, loud noises (like thunder)
  
  Headcanons:
  *Niel loves country music or folk music
  * "Touch my coffee, and you will be dead before the sun fully rises."
  * Favorite Color: Turquoise (duh)
  * Favorite Weather: Cloudy - no rain
  * Fantasy and Sci-fi genre lover
  * "I don't really sleep is the thing - I tend to be up late, and get up early."
  * The sea is home.
  

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[Klown]

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  BODY: Five feet and ten inches tall. Has a toned physic beneath a flood of oversized clothing. Looks like he'd fly away if the wind blew too hard.
  HAIR: Nape length, curled dirty blonde tresses. Incredibly stubborn bed-head. Touch it or play with it all you want, he absolutely loves it.
  EYES: Round dark brown eyes, expressive and large. Windows into his soul. Has mastered the art of the puppy-dog stare, uses it abundantly.
  SKIN: Sun kissed skin, unscarred as of yet. Slight callouses on his hands. No blemishes or freckles anywhere discernable.
  MISC: Has a lone piercing on his left ear where a single golden pearl earring dangles. It belonged to his mother.
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  Full Name: Lucien Antonia Kassani
  Nicknames: Lucy, Kass, open to more
  Age: Twenty-one years old
  Birthday: August 7, 1637
  Species: Human
  Gender: Cisgender male, He/him
  Sexuality: Panromantic Pansexual
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  Personality:
  A vessel to a ceaseless fountain of vitality, ebbing with a zest for ludicrous antics and a pure passion for enjoyment. Rumored to be fed by sunlight alone by virtue of his golden hair and golden disposition. Always in motion be it swinging off ropes, balancing on edges, practicing his sword fighting, or dividing his aid wherever most needed. Sometimes he’s more of an eagerly wagging pup than he is human, thriving off the attention given to him. One of the worst punishments he could receive is silent treatment.
  
  Lucien’s carefree nature has dimmed since being exiled from his home, but something so intrinsic isn’t easy to rid of completely. Rather than express the negativity festering within his heart, he distracts from the subject with jokes or compliments. An expert at avoiding his feelings as well as his problems. A charming smile stretched upon sun-warmed skin as he delivers a silly jest or purposely riling comment. “You’ll crease your face with all that worry, love. Though I’m sure you’ll remain just as gorgeous even when the wrinkles start to set in.”
  
  The phrase goes that eyes are windows to one’s soul. The notion could not ring truer for Lucien. His eyes are open gateways which glimpse into the swirling tide of emotions he hides. His joy, his pain, his sorrows. Try as he might shield himself, Lucien cannot stop the leak of his distending sentiments. One could catch it late at night as he stares into the abyss of the ocean, its empty blackened depths reflected in his gaze. It might also be caught in moments of camaraderie where there only ought to be elation, but the smallest murmur of a stifling guilt slips through.
  
  Lucien loves fiercely. Family, friends, lovers. As a social creature, the people he shares his life with are the most important to him. In the same vein as his puppy-like tendency to seek praise, he’s as devoted as a domesticated dog. Call his name; he’ll be there. Demand he fetch something; it will be done. When trouble wanders too close for comfort, he’ll bark and bite until it’s gone. Even if betrayed or had his heart stomped a million times over, he struggles to surrender his loyalty.
  
  Likes:
  Music. Whether it's to sing or dance to, especially when enjoyed with friends. Although not the best singer, he is an impeccable dancer.
  Play fighting. Whether it's wrestling, sword practice, or bantering. One of the most boyish things about him.
  Attention. He's been a spoiled prince all his life, sometimes he still wants to feel like it.
  Drama. Will bring out the snacks and enjoy the show. Loves a good lover's quarrel and is incredibly nosy.
  Festivals. Loves the liveliness of towns when festivals rolls around, a great time for fun. Will party till sunrise if not stopped.
  Storytellers. The more immersed in their story the better, will listen awestruck every time.
  
  Dislikes:
  Seaweed. It just looks and feels disgusting. Can't stand the sight of people eating it either.
  Vampires. Has heard nothing but horror stories in his childhood, is more than a little wary of them.
  Talking about himself. Specifically dredging up his past or dredging up his repressed emotions.
  Sleeping alone. Needs at least one other person within view to feel secure enough to close his eyes.
  Awkward silences. He will automatically assume you hate him if you do not make small talk.
  Seeing others in distress. If he's able and the situation is appropriate, he might walk over and intervene whether it's to take some heat off the person's back, lend a hand, or try to put a smile on their face.
  
  Habits:
  Invading people's personal space. Doesn't do it consciously.
  Talks too fast when he's excited and forgets to breathe.
  Fiddles with his earring when lost in thought.
  Filling the silence with absolute nonsense.
  Bats his lashes and giving the puppy dog eyes when he wants something.
  
  Fears:
  Returning home. His greatest desire and subsequently his greatest fear.
  The future. He can't picture what his life will be like once he breaks the curse and goes back to Kassani, if he'll ever get the chance.
  Having nothing left. He's trying to avoid thinking about it because he will start spiraling.
  Vampires. Not unreasonably, but will feel uncomfortable if alone in a room with one.
  Cursed objects. Has one curse too many already, doesn't want to mess with more.
  
  
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  Role Amongst The Crew: Newbie
  
  Strengths and Weaknesses:
  ✚ Was taught sword fighting from a very early age and has become quite the formidable opponent.
  ✚ A surprisingly disciplined fighter despite looking like he's just playing around.
  ✚ Incredible control of his body and balance. Dexterous, flexible and fast.
  ✚ Treat him like a ragdoll and he still gets back up on his feet.
  ✚ Seemingly infinite stamina, the day he runs out of energy the entire ocean freezes over.
  ✚ Annoying.
  
  ✖ Not always aware of his surroundings and is easily distracted.
  ✖ Gets a little too cocky if things are going consistently good for him.
  ✖ If not stopped he might ignore his limits until he's dead.
  ✖ Easily controlled by his emotions.
  ✖ Way too trusting of people and would follow a stranger into a dark alley if asked probably.
  ✖ Annoying.
  
  How Long Have They Been With The Crew?: 3 weeks, almost a whole month.
  
  History / Backstory:
  Lucien was born into the royal family of the humble island kingdom of Kassani. He was the youngest of four siblings and teased of being mother’s favorite on account of their similar hair color. Life was good for the prince. His family adored him, and he adored them. He was a rambunctious menace when with his two older brothers, the twins hooked him along on all their mischievous escapades throughout the castle. With his sister, who’d been born blind, Lucien learned softer things, and would often read stories to her even when he didn’t always understand all the words.
  
  His mentor was his closest confidant, surprisingly. A man hired to teach Lucien all about sword fighting and royal etiquette while his father was busied with politics. It ashamed Lucien sometimes that he saw his mentor as more of a father, a sentiment he’d never share.
  
  Lucien didn’t know his uncle well. The man would visit on occasion and bring gifts for his siblings but didn’t show interest otherwise. Father always seemed tense to see him, and his mother was always flanked by servants during his visits. Lucien had been reading a book to his sister the night their idyllic life collapsed. He still regrets leaving her alone that night. She was the first to be killed.
  
  One by one, the inhabitants of the castle were slain. His uncle marched through the halls with a troupe of men Lucien didn’t recognize. Puddles of blood coated the floors, screams begging for mercy echoed through the halls. Lucien didn’t realize what was happening even as an older maid rushed to his aid, blood on her skirt and tears in her eyes.
  
  The Kassani lineage was severed to two, although Lucien isn't aware of his mother’s whereabouts.
  
  His mentor extended him a mercy, if it could be called that. Fond of Lucien, he could not kill him. And Lucien, wracked with grief and confusion over the betrayal, didn’t know what to do. His mentor drew Lucien’s blood along a cursed blade, forever binding it to him. The curse stipulated that should Lucien ever return to the kingdom of Kassani, he’d plunge the dagger into his own throat and end his life. To escape his fate and find a way to break the curse, Lucien fled while his mentor lied to his uncle about the prince’s demise.
  
  Lucien could never rid himself of the dagger. It didn’t matter whether he threw it into the deepest depths of the ocean, or traded it off to a merchant, it would always find itself back in his possession. He eventually turned to The Night Jewel in hopes of finding a way to break the curse so he can go home and avenge his family.
  
  Weaponry: A rapier and a cursed dagger. He doesn't use the dagger, can barely stand to even touch it.
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  • Has absolutely fallen overboard at least more than once since joining the crew.
  • Will immediately take all the blame to get someone out of trouble.
  • His love languages are words of affirmation and quality time.
  • His stupid is contagious.
  • Does an unnecessary amount of acrobatics when fighting just to show off.
  • Doesn't know what to do if someone reciprocates the flirty energy, probably the quickest way to make him nervous and get him to shut up.
  • Desperately needs to cry in someone's arms.
  • A great dancer, especially ballroom dancing.
  • Feels awful when he realizes he's genuinely upset someone, but he won't know how to apologize so he'll just awkwardly hover near them pathetically. Ears down, tail between his legs.
  • The kind of guy to confess his feelings for you and then run away before you can say anything.

 

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  Sereia Tempest
  

  * age

  20
  

  * d.o.b

  July 7th, 1638 | Born in a cave off of some unamed islands
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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  * height

  Human ~ 4'11" | 150 cm
  True Form ~ 5'5" in length
  

  * weight

  Human ~ 100 lbs | 45 kg
  True Form ~ 115 lbs
  

  * hair

  Long curls that tumble towards her waist, ash blonde in color though in certain lighting it will take on a pale golden hue. Most days Sereia will wear her hair loose with small braided sections on either side of her temples that is secured at the back of her head or she will braid it to the side with some loose pieces framing her heart-shaped face.
  

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  Forest Green
  

  * true form

  The pupils of her green eyes turn slitted and her teeth sharpen into serrated points. Her nails grow into sharp claws and her legs merge into a glowing tail {pictured to the left}. The glowing marks on her tail aid her in the deep, allowing her to lure fish close enough to snatch up. She has also used her glowing colors to warn sailors away from areas where sirens lurked, the bright red cutting through the dark waters enough to be seen and the warning heeded.
  

  * powers / abilities

  She is able to change the color that is displayed along her tail and fins. She can shift between her human form and siren form at will. Though she doesn't use it often, she has the same siren song that captivates all those who hear it. She is also resilient to the cold, having grown up in the depths of the ocean where sunlight was scarce. Due to the weak light source down there, Sereia is able to see in the dark or low lighting.
  

  * aroma

  Coconut and Sea Salt
  

  * build

  Slender and lithe, Sereia has delicate curves and a slightly toned frame from her years of living in the ocean.
  

  * scars

  She has nicks in her fins from surviving on her own in the ocean. A deep scar runs down the left side of her tail from a fight with another siren; in her human form the scar runs from her knee to her ankle.
  

  * body mods

  None but she wants a tattoo like she has seen on humans
  

  * faceclaim/voiceclaim

  Freya Allan from her role as Ciri in the Witcher Netflix series.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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  Sereia has an adventurous spirit, following her curiosity wherever it leads her. She often spent her time exploring ship wrecks to see what shiny treasures she could find or spying on humans aboard their ships.
  
  Her friends are the most important people in her life and she would do anything to protect them. Sereia is very protective towards her those she cares for, but because of this, she can be a bit reckless at times in her desire to keep her loved ones safe.
  
  Spying on the humans has taught her how to observe her surroundings but most importantly, how to be patient. Sometimes she would spend hours observing a ship, being careful not to be seen.
  
  Sereia can be rather stubborn if the mood strikes her and she does not appreciate others trying to dictate what she can and can not do with her life.
  
  

  * strengths

  Quick on her feet | Agile on land and in the water | Deadly in the water | Climbing | Sneaking around
  
  

  * weaknesses

  Hand to hand combat | Anything requiring strength in her human form | Can't read or write
  
  

  * habits

  ➳ Scrunches her nose up when she is confused about something
  ➳ Gravitates towards anything shiny or pretty
  ➳ Hunches over her food and barricades' it with her arms as if she's afraid someone is going to steal it
  ➳ Will bite someone if they try and take her food
  ➳ Hisses when she is displeased or mad
  ➳ Does not sit on furniture the way it is intended: Drapes herself across armchairs, sits backwards in chairs, etc
  ➳ Fidgets with things like her hair whenever she is nervous
  ➳ Wraps her arms around herself to self-sooth
  

  
  
  
  
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  From the moment she had been born, Sereia's entire existence had always been a fight for survival. Born the weakest amongst her siblings, it was always a fight for food or space. Until one day her mother took her out far from the cave they called home and left her on a bed of seaweed. Whether she survived or was eaten by another predator, she was no longer welcome back to the cave. Luckily a coral reef was nearby and Sereia survived off of the slower moving fish that lived there.
  
  With no one to teach her how to survive, Sereia had to figure it all out on her own. She never craved the flesh of humans like some of her kind did, in fact her first run-in with humans left her terrified. She had been hunting for clams when a large shadow covered the sandy floor, blocking out the light from above. She hid in the cave she had claimed until she was certain it wasn't a huge beast coming to eat her.
  
  She viewed their ships from a distance, at first, but the music that carried over the waves eventually drew her closer. She just couldn't understand why the other sirens chose to eat these beings when keeping them alive was far more interesting. From then on she decided she would help these humans whenever she could, a decision that only turned the other sirens in the area on her.
  
  Often times she would use the colors on her tail to warn humans away from areas populated with sirens waiting for a meal, other times she would swim humans affected by the songs back to their ships and if a necklace or shiny piece of jewellery went missing from their person, well, she considered it payment for saving their life.
  
  The humans, dazed by the song, never remembered her clearly and she never stuck around long enough to leave an impression. Until one day a rescue mission went belly up. In her endeavor to steer a ship away from siren infested waters, she had gotten too close and had gotten tangled in a net. The poor sailor (possibly someone's character if any are interested) sent to untangle the mess was given a fright as they caught sight of shining green eyes staring back at them. Scared but determined to save them from a gruesome fate, Sereia used the language she had picked up from spending so much time near ships to whisper a warning about the danger that laid ahead.
  
  She had slipped free of the net and was splashing back into the water before she could hear the humans reply. After that came a nasty fight with a siren that had Sereia fleeing to land. If she couldn't keep the humans safe from the water, then maybe she could do it on land.
  
  Joining the crew of The Night Jewel was an unexpected but welcome surprise and she has been with the crew for a couple of weeks now.
  

  
  
  
  
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  A couple of weeks
  
  

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  Twin daggers she liberated (stole) from some poor man who had been passed out drunk. What can she say, the jewels inlaid into the hilts were too shiny to pass up. In her siren form, her claws and teeth are all she needs.
  
  

  * headcanons

  ➳ Hide your shiny things, otherwise they may end up in her pocket
  ➳ Love language is physical touch, most definitely touch-starved
  ➳ Will laugh in your face as you try to kill her
  ➳ Terrible to share the same bed with, tends to cling to whoever has the unfortunate circumstances of having to sleep in close quarters to her
  ➳ Don't let her near the kitchen, she would somehow burn water
  ➳ Doesn't need human food to survive but can absolutely be bribed with anything sweet
  
  

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[Iamthemanfish]

Bertram 'GRAFF' REIMS

• 𝐁 𝐀 𝐒 𝐈 𝐂 𝐒.
• 𝐏 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒 𝐎 𝐍 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐓 𝐘.
• 𝐇 𝐈 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘.

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  Full Name: Bertram Braxton Gunther Reims the third
  
  Nicknames: Graff
  
  Age : 30
  
  Gender: Male
  
  Pronouns: He/Him
  
  Sexuality: Gonna be honest I don't know what to call the romantic version of bisexual, but he's that.
  
  Species: Werewolf
  
  True Form Description: Seven feet eight inches tall when standing straight up, brown fur with dark spots dappled along his upper back.
  
  Human Form Description: Six foot two inches, pale skinned, with a well groomed mustache. Brown hair going slightly grey at the temples early (Do NOT point this out!)
  
  Birthday: March 15th, 1626
  
  Place of birth: Western France, he refuses to say where exactly.
  
  Body Modifications / Scars: A collection of small dueling scars across both arms.
  
  Role Amongst The Crew: Tailor
  
  Weaponry - A well made rapier hidden in the gentleman's cane he carries with him everywhere and a group of three pistols.
  
  
  
  
  Aroma: Fresh linen and lavender soap
  
  Faceclaim: Val Kilmer as Doc Holliday
  
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• Graff is outwardly a simple man, seemingly obsessed with high fashion and courtly manner, he refuses to speak to or even be seen by others in anything less then impeccable dress and grooming. He is eloquent, polite, and well mannered, he will hold a door open for you and pull your seat out for you when sitting at a table then only sit himself when the last lady has been seated. He takes his appointment as The Night Jewel's tailor very seriously and will often be found pestering his fellow crewmates about their lack of care, in his opinion, of the outfit's he painstakingly creates for them. He abhors filthy language and people. Thanks to this he can come off as haughty even snobbish at first glance.
  
  All of this, however, is just a front. A byproduct of his upbringing. In reality he is far rougher then he lets on. He craves the danger that comes with being a pirate, the only times he feels like he is truly alive is in the midst of a life or death struggle. Ecstasy is too weak a word for the emotions Graff feels at the prospect of bloodshed, the reverberations running up his arm with each parry, the sound of his pulse in his ears, the feeling that any slight mistake could be his last, the pure joy of victory when a worthy opponent is bleeding out at his feet. It sends shivers up his spine at the mere thought. Being able to indulge himself like that is most of the reason he left his old life and became a pirate in the first place.
  
  That's not to say Graff is a blood thirsty mad man. He has a near perfect control of his darker urges, and only allows himself to feel them when necessary. At least he likes to think so.
  
  Likes: High fashion, his work, a good bottle of wine, fine company, AND BLOODY DESPERATE BATTLE.
  
  Dislikes: Stink of any kind, unkempt or rude people, discussing his darker urges, his lycanthrope nature, or family.
  
  Fears: Dying alone and forgotten.
  
  Habits: Courtly manner: He will never be rude or impolite even when others are being so to him.
  
  Aversion to dirt: He tends to avoid hard labor or working up a sweat in anyway. At least when ordered by someone else.
  
  Creature of habit: He has a set of self imposed tasks he keeps to every single day, and is strict about keeping to them.
  
  
  
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[deskkar]

Marion

role

cartographer

gen

25, human, he/him, 6 ft

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aquarius, bisexual/romantic

Born to a lower class family from a rundown seaport town– it was only a matter of time before Marion Mun learned both the ways of sailing, and first crossed paths with piracy. He's always had his head in the cloud (well more specifically– the stars), and was eager to make a living beyond just surviving and scraping by. Marion has been with The Night Jewel 4 years now, managing their maps and navigation.

Personality: Resourceful, easy-going, talkative, forgives but doesn't forget.
Likes: Astronomy, merriment and sea shanties, the smell of sword oil, and cats.
Dislikes: Nobility, strict rules, losing at cards, and anything vaguely resembling a medical checkup.


Strengths: Vast knowledge of celestial navigation, knows his way around a cutlass, and perhaps more calculating than he looks.
Weaknesses: Almost comically terrible at cards and gambling, can become one-track minded and oblivious to his surroundings when focusing on a specific goal, and had a childhood injury to his wrist that never quite healed.


Faceclaim: Lee Seokmin as King Arthur.
Voiceclaim: Cary Elwes in The Princess Bride.
Birthday: Aquarius, born February 2nd 1633 (25 years old).
Aroma: Amber, fresh parchment, cedarwood, and mint.
Habits/Quirks: Can fall asleep anywhere, has a delusional level of seeing anyone make/do something complicated and thinking he’ll be able to do it too, a decent artist due to his practice with map making illustration– but doesn’t really put it to use.


Marion is outwardly carefree, loving to pretend he’s above his own turmoil. Though, he still struggles with his background and lingering insecurity regarding self worth– for perhaps it's better to deflect and not truly try than face the looming fears of failure. Notably, as someone who polished their craft by observation and trading knowledge with other “sailors” stationed at his shady portside hometown before learning enough to leave home behind, he resents the thought of an inaccessible formal education and the suffocating ruling of the elite classes.

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[lyn.]

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• It's not the way I'm meant to be. It's just the way the operation made me.

  Rayna Doe

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    Rayna Doe

    Ray

    Twenty-Five (25)

    Female She/Her

    Bisexual/Biromantic

    March 29th, 1633

    Mastow

    First Mate

    Human
  • visage

    height

    5'8

    weight

    150lbs

    hair

    
    Long, curly brown hair past her shoulders. She does her best to take care of it, but often forgets to. She prefers to wear it down, but ties it up while working.
    
    

    eyes

    
    Brown Eyes.
    
    

    style

    
    Though not against dressing up, her preference lies in baggy pants and tucked in colored shirts, fit with a pair of large earrings and too many bracelets.
    
    

    modifications

    
    Gifted with a few tiny scars on her hands and arms, and one long, faded line on her neck. The result of an unfortunate bar brawl.
    
    

    face claim

    
    Kylie Bunbury in Tut
    
    

    voice claim

    
    Emmy Raver-Lampman as Allison Hargreeves
    
  • likes

    
    large earrings, sunny days, jokes, teasing, campfires, gifts, the crew, exotic foods, traveling, mocktails
    
    

    dislikes

    
    children, alcohol, people similar to her, cooking
    
    

    hobbies

    
    teasing people, darts, making mocktails, wood carving
    
    

    habits

    
    using hand gestures while speaking, fiddling with bracelets when nervous/upset, giggling, touching her hair
    
    

    fears

    
    becoming like her family, losing a member of the crew, snakes
    
    

    headcanons

    
    

    • A good 70% of her stories are either LIES or extremely exaggerated.
    • A god-awful dancer
    • Will sometimes draw bad stick figures of people in attempt to cheer them up
    • A bed hog
    • She acts like she hates it, but she enjoys taking care of people while theyre sick

    Virtues - Loyal, Honest, Dependable
    
    Rayna's love for companionship is the simplest thing about her. She likes to take charge, to watch over people. To tell stories,joke around and make others laugh. She's honest in a way that makes others want to be honest too. Her confidence an aura that makes others want to follow and depend on her, even if she's going in the wrong direction. She displays her positive emotions openly, and has never been one to hold back a laugh. (Legend says you can hear her laughing and slapping a table from twenty miles away.)
    
    Vices - Hot-Headed, Rash, Petty
    
    Rayna's anger runs hot and silent, something that's always obvious by her face and demeanor. She holds things close, and though she can move on from surface-level conflicts quickly, things added up can take it's toll on her temper. Her honestly is both a blessing and a curse, something that can quickly twist to venom for better or for worse. Rayna values the crew over her anger, and will often hide her feelings when she feels it isn't necessary to expose. Conflict can be the end of a crew, and that's the last thing she wants.
    
    Having people around her is what keeps Rayna sane, even if other's might not feel the same, the crew is like family to her, the ship a home. Her determination to keep it from falling apart could easily be the start of it's undoing. Rash, risky moves to keep the crew together or solve a problem. Her rashness can spread to other means too, she does not try to be nice to strangers. She excels at outsider conflict, but not at negotiations, be it protectiveness or just a grudge, it is hard to convince her you're important if you're not involved with the ship.
    

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    mythos

    history

    Rayna was raised in the orphanage, and as the eldest, took the brunt of the work. She comforted the youngest, and assisted the adults when they needed help. She liked the feeling of being needed, though the responsibility still weighed heavily on her.
    
    One by one the residents were adopted, and Rayna was confronted by the fact that she was alone, unneeded. The day she aged-out she found herself lost, uncertain of what to do or where to go. She found herself a job as a bartender, and very quickly found herself victim to those on the wrong side of the tracks. She took up drinking, participated in things she'd never speak aloud all in the name of being needed. Still, deep in her mind she knew this wasn't the life she wanted, this wasn't the way she wanted to be needed.
    
    Those thoughts were often drowned out by another pint.
    
    Rayna's first step out was when she decided to find her birth parents. Her last name, Lange, was never changed, it didn't take long to track her family down, and the sight was all the motivation she needed. Her father, a drunkard that could barely walked, being taken care of by his sister, who was ready to leave at the first opportunity. Her mother had left not long after Rayna's birth, unable to handle her father. Rayna saw herself reflected in her father, someone desperate, someone sad, drowning himself in drinks and driving everyone her acred about away in his drunken search for meaning.
    
    The next day, Rayna quit her job and went by Rayna Doe.
    
    

    present

    Now Sober, Rayna roamed, looking for a place to call home. The Night Jewel was the easiest call she had ever made.
    
    She doesn't hide her past, or her particular dislike for alcohol, but she doesn't shout it either. It's something that could only be revealed if asked, and even then, some of the things she did in her past are long forgotten. Locked in a safe she'll never open.
    
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    Role Amongst The Crew
    
    Strengths
    

    • Proficient with throwing knives
    • Can duel wield Cutlasses
    • When all else fails, she learned a decent amount of hand-to-hand while with the wrong crowd
    • Good at talking the group out of bad situations when in a pinch (Basically, a good liar)
    • She is very confident about her arm strength.
    • Can take a punch

    
    Weaknesses
    

    • Can get distracted by other people during fights
    • Can be controlled by her temper when pushed too far
    • Better at taking punches than dodging them
    • Can be very short-sighted

    
    How Long Have They Been With The Crew? - 4 and a half years
    
    Weaponry - Two cutlass on her hips are her go-to, along with six throwing knives. One in each boot, two in her belt, and one in her pant leg. She'd go for a gun if she could, but many have told her she'd be too trigger happy, whatever.
    
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[monkeydoll555]

the cartographer

fc: jonah hauer king

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[Meatball30]

GU QIYUAN (顾起元)

• 𝐁 𝐀 𝐒 𝐈 𝐂 𝐒.
• 𝐇 𝐈 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘
• 𝐏 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒 𝐎 𝐍 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐓 𝐘

• 
  Full Name: Gu Qiyuan
  
  Nicknames: He's learned to answer to any combination of names Western sailors have used for him — Qi or Qiyuan being the most common.
  
  Age : 46
  
  Gender: Male
  
  Pronouns: He/Him
  
  Sexuality: Heterosexual
  
  Species: Human
  
  Human Form Description: 5'9 with olive skin and haggard, dark brown eyes flanked by wrinkles that betray years of hard living. Sinewy and slender, his left hand bears a severe burn scar across its palm. Streaks of grey have begun to appear in his long, jet-black hair. He often wears it in a thick bun.
  
  Birthday: September 15th, 1612
  
  Place of birth: Born aboard a boat in the Yellow Sea, he was more or less raised on the vessel and called numerous ports along the northern Chinese coast home.
  
  Body Modifications / Scars: A twisted burn scar on his left palm.
  
  Role Amongst The Crew: Lookout
  
  Weaponry: Gu Qiyuan prefers the lighter rapier and keeps one at his hip at all times. He's also fond of pistols and carries four on his person (one at each hip and one at the front of each shoulder).
  
  Aroma: Sea salt, oak and a hint of mint
  
  Faceclaim: Tony Thornburg
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
• Gu Qiyuan never had a choice in how he would spend in his life. Born aboard a Ming Dynasty naval vessel (and, some rumor, the result of a daliance between a minor prince who was traveling on inspection of the fleet and a common woman he'd picked up along his travels), those decks make up most of his early memories. He always knew more of rope, canvas and wood than his mother and father. He asked little about them, and was told even less.
  
  He knows as an infant he was often left to caretakers in various port cities, but he would always be retrieved. As he grew older, the times he was left ashore grew fewer. Whether he was looked after as a favor to the royal prince who allegedly fathered him, to ensure their blood wasn't cast aside, Gu never knew. He just as easily could have been the illegitimate son of one of the sailors, the captain, or some other government official that desired his son to serve as he did.
  
  His upbringing made him quiet, but observant. He learned to look for small details on mens' faces, to see beyond what they told him and guess at what they weren't. Try though he might, Gu Qiyuan could never quite read the captain of the ship he crewed. Shen Fo-Tsung, his name was, and unbending as iron he was, in principle, discipline and disposition.
  
  Captain Shen taught Gu Qiyuan his characters, which was of course unusual to teach a deck boy. He taught Gu how to haul rope, tie knots, hoist sails, load cannons. He taught him what he believed to be the black-and-white right from wrong of the world; the law was the law, said Captain Shen. The good Ming Navy served the law, and those who opposed it deserved their punishment in all circumstances.
  
  Gu Qiyuan never disagreed aloud, for fear of Shen Fo-Tsung's signature brand of beating discipline into his subordinates, but he has always doubted the captain's philosophy. Among the pirate crews they would root out were murderers, torturers and evil men, true. Yet there were more poor men driven to the sea, or orphans like himself, or those who strained under Ming rule.
  
  For all the powder smoke and rough seas Gu Qiyuan braved throughout his youth in service to the emperor, he never developed a strong love of authority. Yet, he nearly died for it, as service to the Ming was all he knew.
  
  When the Manchu saw the Ming dynasty's weakness, news would reach the Ming navy slowly. Descending from the northern steppes, the Manchu incursions could scarcely be fought off from the waves. The Ming navy could only sit and watch as the most pivotal battles took place.
  
  One by one, reports leaked in of the Ming dynasty slowly collapsing not only to Manchu armies, but to peasant uprisings and secessions in the south. When Beijing itself was reported to have been captured by a peasant rebel army, and the emperor slain by his own hand, Gu Qiyuan inwardly marveled at the power of the common man.
  
  He wondered if he could summon such courage on his own. Many nights afterward he lie awake, wondering if he could strangle Captain Shen in his sleep, or smother him, or slit his throat and swim to shore.
  
  He could never commit to his ideations, though. Even as the potential truth that he was the last illegitimate heir of a dying dynasty took form, and he dreamt of a life of gold and jewels, what could he do? Who would believe?
  
  Captain Shen never spoke to him in those final days of the empire, only despaired silently and wondered what would become of his crew. When their mighty vessel was finally descened upon and smashed by turncloak Ming captains and other crews loyal to the new Qing emperor, Shen Fo-Tsung committed his sailors to a last, brutal, desperate fight for the Ming, one which he would not surrender or retreat from.
  
  Not knowing if he could safely surrender or abandoned ship, Gu Qiyuan fought. He was a man of 34 when the ship he was born and had lived on sank.
  
  Gu thought he would go down with the ship. By some miracle, he'd clung to driftwood and survived. He hoped he might find his way to land, but through cruel chance, he was picked up by a French merchant vessel. He feared he would be pressed into service aboard another ship for the rest of his days.
  
  Dehydrated, bloodied and burned, the sailors took him on and nursed him through their journey. Gu Qiyuan had never heard a word of French, of course, but when they seemingly offered to deliver him to the Chinese shore, he refused. There was nothing for him there, and he was intrigued at the idea of a far away place.
  
  In 1647, Gu Qiyuan arrived in Le Havre, France. He'd learned rudimentary French on his journey from the crew, enough to forge relationships and fend for himself on land. He plied his trade as a laborer, rope maker, sail maker and, reluctantly, a deck hand once again. He found that he did still love the sea, though much of his life was stolen by men that belonged to it. The companionship of a close crew was something he struggled to find in life on land.
  
  For the last 3 years, since 1655, he has served as the Night Jewel lookout and general man-about-deck, offering his expertise wherever he can. He secretly revels in the chance to buck against dynastic governments where he can, given the years taken from him.
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  Qiyuan can often come across as grim and unapproachable, and for the most part, he often is. Regrets and thoughts of what his life might have been like weigh on him daily, even as he tries to seize every day and make meaning of the second life he's been given. Since it's impossible not to on a ship, he opens up in his own time, though. He enjoys games of an analytical or strategic nature, and keeping his mind and body sharp by challenging his fellow crewmates. He feels it also keeps them performing at their best.
  
  He has been known to go on philosophical tirades to his captive audience when the crew is in their drink, especially grilling the youngest members of their crew when they are, as he sees it, wasting time on something.
  
  A natural story teller, the surest way to get him to engage is to ask for a story, of nearly any genre. He is particular to horrors and tragic tales, though.
  
  While he's extremely rarely truly, genuinely, fully open with anyone, he feels most comfortable sharing in one-on-one environments. Anyone sharing the crow's nest with him on a night's watch is likely to know more about him than others, as it's the environment he feels safest and most willing to be vulnerable.
  
  Likes: Salty air, board games, card games, fucking with government authorities, ghost stories, holidays (Christmas and New Year celebrations are his favorite European traditions)
  
  Dislikes: Stormy/rainy weather, open fires, the cold, oversharers, overly strict superiors
  
  Fears: Imprisonment, impressment, wasting the rest of his life without a purpose, betrayal
  
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  • Introspection/journaling: Gu Qiyuan has made a habit of reflecting on every day, asking himself and his crewmates what they achieved, if it was wasted time, what they are working toward. Having surrendered years of his life already, Qiyuan works to make every day meaningful. He records his thoughts nightly in a leatherbound journal, written in characters to discourage prying eyes.
  • Busybody: Qiyuan is always looking for work to do. He enjoys working up a sweat, keeping his hands moving and ensuring the ship is in excellent condition at all times.
  • Eavesdropping: His natural tendency to be observant makes it difficult to resist listening in on others' conversations. There are few secrets aboard a ship anyway, right?

  
  
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[Acear]

Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.

mors renata

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  Well, we were born to die.

  I defy you,

  stars

  Give me my sin again.

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  Ysolt Blackwood

  Nicknames

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  Yso, Wood, Blackwood

  Age

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  234 (approximately 35)

  Birthday

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  17/12-1426

  Place Of Birth

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  Eatern Ireland

  Gender

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  Female, She/Her

  Sexuality

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  Bi/Pan

  Species

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  Vampire

  Rank

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  Gunner

  Appearance

  Height

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  183cm (ca 6 feet)

  Weight

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  76kg (ca 167 pounds)

  
  Standing at a respectable height Ysolt has a strong and quite square build, more athletic than anything else. Her hair is dark and has a slight wave to it but is usually pulled back as to avoid being a distraction and she rarely lets it grow far past her upper back. Due to Ysolt often cutting her own hair it is quite shaggy and in some spots uneven.
  Looking older then her age, Ysolts face is in a near constant frown, neat and thin eyebrows pulled together and eyes focused. If you catch her in the right lightening her eyes are a striking crimson despite their usual more amber appearance. Her skin is unusually fair, looking almost deathly pale at moments, making her dark hair and more vibrant eyes all the more striking.
  She has a faint, almost impossible to see scar along her left collarbone, a small scar close to one of her eyes and a plethora of scars across her forearms from various fights and scuffles. She also carries a ton of gold jewellery all over her person. Everything from rings to bangles and earrings yet she only has one necklace, a small golden ring on a long chain that she often keeps tucked in her shirt.
  
  At moments when she lets her maks and Ysolts true form takes the stage it can at first be hard to notice a difference. Her hair looks mostly the same, any changes benign as likely the wind, the only difference in her build being the way she now carries herself with a straighter posture and shoulders angled forwards. The only real difference one would notice is how her pupils are not near indistinguishable from the red halo that surrounds them and how her nails look less like they fit on the hands of a working woman and more that of a predator. Combine this with the pearly white colour of shark and long fangs just looking out from beneath her lips and you’ll quickly find out you don’t want to know what goes bump in the night.

  Personality

  
  While on a more surface level Ysolt might not look like the friendlies of people, often scowling and huffing and overall not really bothering with conversations if she deems them unnecessary there is a secret soft spot under all the layers of shirts and sashes clocking her body. Ysolt does have a soft spot for children, usually she finds their endless optimism and curiosity of this world something to be revered.
  Ysolt is also protective of those she deemes close to her and while she would never admit it herself, probably dismissing it with a simple “tsk”, she doesn't particularly enjoy seeing those she care about hurt and will often go to great lengths to keep it from happening, even if she gets hurt in the process.
  Despite what all of this would have one believe Ysolt isn't necessarily one to be introverted. While she doesn't particularly like small talk she is never above a quick meal, or drink, and a chat. Whilst she might have a more no nonsense attitude while working, off the clock Ysolt shows a different side to herself, usually taking it easy and relaxing while enjoying a slow conversation with one of her crew mates, as long as one doesn't get to pushy of course, in which case she will probably just get up and leave. .

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  Likes

  Incense, Cool Temperatures, Love stories, Poetry, Light Rain, Bars/Taverns

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  Dislikes

  People being late, Lightning, Waking up early, Dogs, Windy Days
• HISTORY

  Chapter 01

  
  Ysolts early life was fairly tame, while growing up her father was away a lot. Helping to run a merchants guild was not always pretty and often meant Godric, Ysolts father, would be away at sea for long periods of time. As a young child Ysolt hated him for this, her father leaving meant that her mother, Joanna, would have to work double as hard to make the household go around. Coupled with raising her remaining children, neither Joanna nor Ysolt had a particularly relaxing time. Being the oldest of eight a lot of the responsibility of looking after the youngest children went to Ysolt and while she never hated it she could never quite shake the bitterness this caused.
  Despite all of this Ysolt grew up and soon she was old enough to help her mother run the household and partially her fathers business when he was away. She soon found herself enjoying this quite a bit, her younger siblings were older so they needed to be watched less and the respect her status and work carried with it was nothing to scoff at. At times she could even afford to spend an hour or two going horse riding or playing board games with her younger brothers.
  While tines passed Ysolt quickly became aware that she could not stay with her mother forever and on one fateful trip to a nearby city to pick up her younger brother from a tutoring session she ran into the knight of a nearby lord by the name of Kazamir. While Ysolt gained a small infatuation for the man it would not have been a problem if they hadn't met again, and again, and again. And Ysolt is many things but stupid is not one of them and when a striking young man of high status asks for your hand in marriage only a real idiot would decline.

  Chapter 02

  (Potential trigger warning: mentions of blood and death, trigger warnings only apply during chapter 2)
  Ysolt would always consider marrying Kazamir to be one of the better decisions in her life, even years after the fact. The marriage was lovely, they owned a large estate, Kazamirs lord lived close enough where he was rarely far away and life was peaceful. While she still had responsibilities Ysolt could really come into her own, she could live a life in comfort without worry and enjoy her life like she should. But peace never quite lasts forever.
  
  Hunting dogs bark and draws a lone hunter's attention to a trail of blood, it goes on through thicket and it cuts paths, leading not to some lone barrow of a fox or weasel but to a large estate. The hunter, ever suspicious, contacts a local priest and rumours spread quickly. Whispers of a demonic creature creep through the town and no one is quite sure who to trust.
  Kazamir is talking to a priest at the door and Ysolt is trying to stay calm, she's hoping the priest doesn't look out over the yard and sees the morning laundry, especially not how some of it is blood stained. The conversation lasts no longer than maybe 15 minutes but everything that can be said has been said. When Kazamir returns both him and Ysolt know the fate that awaits them. Within a couple of days the entire town is aware and despite Ysolts insistence, Kazamir insists on taking the blame saying the people will have mercy. Yet mercy doesn't come and it's a surprisingly quiet autumn evening when Kazamir shoves an old silver dagger into Ysolts hands and tells her that if he's going to die he would rather it be by her hand. While Ysolt would consider marrying Kazamir to be one the best decisions in her life, taking his life is one that still sometimes keeps her up at night, and yet, she does it. When the Priests and others from the town find Kazamirs body it is still warm, and by that time Ysolt is long gone.
  

  Chapter 03

  
  Ysolt spent most of her later life travelling. For a while she was just grieving, graving the life she had to leave behind, the people she could never see again and the life she could have had. She never quite trusted herself to settle down again, always moving and accompanying travellers and merchants, slowly noting her journey and slowly this led her to sailing. She was always her fathers daughter in a sense, running away to the ocean when life got too hard, she hated herself for that.
  During one of her stops in a smaller port town she spots a ship, the dock workers whisper about “Pirates” but Ysolt doesn't pay them any mind, All she sees is a crew in need of some help, help that can get her some sizable coin, and if the company is good enough whos to say if she might keep them company for a while longer.
  (Has been with the crew for about 3.5 years)
  
• Combat

  Heighten senses

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  A heightened sense of sight, hearing and smell.

  Bloodlust

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  The ability to consume and sustain oneself blood.

  Faster Healing

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  A faster healing factor with few exceptions.

  Combat Information

  Ysolt is a swift and efficient combatan, often aiming for a quick execution and vital spots more so then something flashy. She prefers to use her flintlock pistols to keep herself as a respectable range from her targets but if the situation calls for it she won't hesitate to engage in close combat. In those instances Ysolt prefers Rapiers for their swiftness and easiness of use and in the most dire of situations or if she's exhausted all other options, Ysolt also carries a decorated silver dagger.

  Strengths

  
  

  • Ysolt is terribly independent and while she enjoys others company she doesnt like to be dependent on someone else, preferring to rely on her own skills.
  • While she is lazy Ysolt still manages to be pretty athletic and never shying away from labour (when/ if you actually get her to do it)
  • She prefers to keep a clear head and can act rational and calmly in most situations.
  • Ysolt is highly adaptable due to her past and rarely comes across a situation where she truly feels lost.
  • She has a great knowledge of most weapons and firearms and could probably tell you the date and model of most weapons you show her. (ooc, please dont test me on this, while Ysolt knows this I, the real human person, does not)

  Weaknesses

  
  

  • Has a habit of criticising others on bad habits she also shares.
  • She can be quite petty, sometimes going out of her way to mess with people even when it can cause herself harm.
  • Even though she's quite loyal, Ysolt will disobey orders if she herself finds them to be stupid or unnecessary.
  • Despite her, “Predicament” Ysolt is quite squeamish, often feeling nauseous around blood or gore. 'Given the chance Ysolt will try to worm her way out of any sort of work.
  • She refuses to let people see her injured, even those she trusts and will often hide wounds or serious injuries.

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  Extras

  Habits : Cracking her knuckles, humming, fidgeting with rings/ Jewelry
  Fears : The unknown, Strangers, Her loved ones being hurt, Dogs, Open Spaces.
  Aroma : SeaSalt, Iron, Roses
  Face Claim : Florence Welch from Florence and the Machine.
  Voice Claim : Jinx, Ella Purnell
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  • Her favourite colour is yellow,
  • She knows how to play the lyre,
  • She will always cheat at cards given the chance
  • She won't admit it by Ysolt has worse vision in her right eye and will usually stand on the left sight of people she trust.

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Matteo

Vernier

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basic information

name

Matteo Vernier

nickname

Teo, Matty

age

68 (appear 34)

DOB

November 3, 1589

gender

cis man

pronouns

he/him

sexuality

a-spec

species

Vampire

position

#

02

appearance

height

6'2" (1.9m)

hair

brown

eyes

deep reddish-brown

body mods/scars

One particularly nasty gnarled scar on the inside of his left forearm

Aroma

Mint, iron, peat, oak

Faceclaim: Ulaş Astepe in Barbaros: Sword of the Mediterranean
Voiceclaim: Guillaume Canet

Matteo's appearance is remarkable only in that he looks quite ordinary at first glance. In a world full of fantastical creatures and mystical beings, Teo's common features and average build don't tend to stand out. He's quick to push a smirk past a seemingly permanent tiredness of expression, though, and when he does one might notice his teeth glint a bit sharper and his eyes shine a bit brighter than a human's. This effect is amplified when Teo is employing his superhuman strength/speed or has recently consumed blood.

Favors loose-fitting, practical clothing. Occasionally will go without sun-ring and don extra clothing and a head wrap, he claims the ring sometimes "feels odd".

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personality

Passionate and focused, Teo attaches himself to causes readily and fully commits to people and objectives (anything worth doing is worth doing well, you know). A bit of a flirt, highly sociable, a people-pleaser, he's a bit too averse to being on his own which means he can easily become attached to someone if they give him attention. Driven, pragmatic, and stubborn, once he sets his mind on something it can be very hard to persuade him otherwise.

Likes: Rats, ballads, games of chance, the feeling of a cool breeze on an otherwise still night
Dislikes: Stew, horses, businessmen
Habits: Started chewing dried mint leaves to take away the taste of blood after consuming, now it's become habit so he almost always has a leaf or two tucked in his mouth. Has a bit of rope he'll pull out and practice knots on if things are particularly boring.
Fears: Witches, ending up alone, his master not being dead

04

backstory

Unwanted son of a working lady in the slums of a seaport town, Matteo grew up on the streets of the harbor, alone and discarded as soon as the Madame's conscience was relatively clear for not throwing out an infant to the cobbles. He scrapped his way through childhood amongst gutter gangs and petty thieves' guilds until one fateful night. It was standard work one who was now a young man - pickpocking and cheating at dice for a tidy sum at a dingy pub down by the water - when his ear was caught by the boastful voice of a foreigner across the hall. A small crowd soon gathered around the mysterious man, attracted by the newness of a stranger and the outlandish oppulence of the tales he was spinning. Matteo was summarily sucked in to listening to the tales, and though the night wore on and the crowd drifted away, Teo was so enthralled by the vivid picture the stranger had painted of a world so luxurious and different than here that when he clapped Teo on the back and asked him to follow him to a better life, Teo agreed without hesitation.

The dream was soon shattered, however. In a night of horror the mysterious stranger attacked the trusting young man with a smile. In a haze of blood and near-death experience Teo learns that far from being an equal partner in wealth or power, he is meant to serve as an eternal servant . The betrayal ignited something fierce within him—a burning need for freedom. This consuming conviction fueled Matteo for the years he was held under the man's supernatural thrall. As luck would have it, one morning his master came back from his nightly hunts particularly gorged with his feasts and fell to sleeping. Feeling that powerful thrall slip, Teo wasted no time jumping to, snatching his master's sun ring, throwing open the shades of the bedchamber, and making his run for freedom, never looking back.

The fastest way to travel far in these times is on the sea, and so Matteo begged his way into work on a ship. He began working his way up the ranks of the crew fairly quickly - it seemed superhuman abilities were of great use to a crew. He always tried to keep them under wraps, however. He hadn't been picky when choosing the vessel on which to make his escape, and they showed to be a dangerously superstitious lot. There's only so many times you can survive grievous injury before even the dullest of mongrels brew suspicious, though, and Teo soon found himself running once again. As fates would have it, it was in another harbor pub he heard tell of a pirate ship with its own strange and supernatural reputation. He was cautious, but curiosity and desperation being what they are, Matteo thus found himself tracking down and joining the crew of the Night Jewel.

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powers & abilities

Vampiric Abilities: Superhuman speed/reflexes. Above normal strength but nothing crazy, like a very strong human. Heightened senses. Incredible night vision. Ability to heal from nearly any injury provided there is blood to consume.

Strengths: Decent with a sword. An excellent marksman. Good at staying focused in high-activity, high-stress situations.
Weaknesses: Absolutely useless at navigation. Overly practical in a way that comes across as lacking in empathy. Becomes a living match if in direct sunlight without his sun ring.

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Equipment

• Backsword
• Pair of flintlock box-lock pistols
• Pouch of dried mint leaves

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extras

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