Fantasy To The Skies - CS

[KennethPhoenix18]

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Basics:
Name
Nickname/s
Age ((Late Teens-Mid Thirties))
Gender
Sexuality
Ethnicity ((Can be different from homeland))
Role

Appearance:
Height + Weight
Eyes + Hair
Build
Attire
Distinguishing features
Body modifications
Scars/markings
Face claim ((real people only))

Persona:
Personality: ((Paragraph))
Likes
Dislikes
Fears


Background:
Bio ((3+ paragraphs))
Skills ((3 min.))
Weaponry
Homeland
Secrets

Extra:
theme song
misc info

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[KennethPhoenix18]

✘Vance Lani​

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• 
  Name: Vance Lani
  Nickname/s: Cap'n, Van, Cap'n Van
  Age: Twenty Nine (29)
  Gender: Male
  Sexuality: Heterosexual
  Ethnicity: Half Crescenter/Half Victorian
  Role: Captain of the Lupus Howl
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  Height + Weight: Five feet, eleven inches (5' 11")/ one hundred sixty seven pounds (167 lb)
  Eyes + Hair: Green Eyes/Dark Brown Hair
  Build: Lithe Muscular
  Attire: He wears mainly plain shirts and long vests with darker pants. Scarves and ascots are for formal times, his goggles are either on his head or being used.
  Distinguishing features: A strong jawline and long scar on his right cheekbone.
  Body modifications: None
  Scars/markings: A large tattoo of a lion on his back.
  Face claim: nghtmre01 on DA
• 
  Personality: Vance is a brash and outgoing person that knows how to take charge of a situation. The paragon of a thrill-seeker, but after years of misgiving and the recent tragic his spark has waned. In reality, Vance is a kind soul living as a benevolent rogue rather than a true cut-throat pirate. Although he isn't above making excuses for some of his harsher actions. Due to the attack he has been carrying a chip on his shoulder and is wary to let his men do anything dangerous.
  
  Likes:
  ◇ Gold
  ◇ Kindly winds
  ◇ His crew happy
  ◇ Playing guitar
  ◇ Cloud watching
  ◇ Good Rum
  ◇ Chocolate
  ◇ Visiting Nihon
  
  Dislikes:
  ◆ His lost crewmates
  ◆ The Areocutos
  ◆ Arrogant Person
  ◆ Nobles and Gentry
  ◆ Always being on the run. As being a pirate means freedom, but no 'legal' life.
  ◆ His secrets
  
  
  Fears: He fears what most pirates fear, being caught. Snakes, and tentacles.
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  Bio: Born to a Victorian mother, and a Crescenter father in a nameless village in the Crescent. His mother Leigh was from a merchant family before she became a pirate, where she met his father Aneil, the captain of the infamous Lupus Howl. They met back and forth for years before finally settling down having Vance. For his early life, his father stayed and did his best to raise him. From teaching him fighting styles to knowing everything on a ship. Aneil was teaching his son how to be the best ship captain he could be. His mother taught him different languages and how best to offload stolen cargo, she many times told him the lower class didn't need to pay for the goods he would take.
  
  It was about when he was ten his father left back into the skies, he gave him a key and a map. Telling him, "If I don't come back, boy. Go to The Lost Place, find a man named Oi' Rudy. Show him key... He'll know what to do... I love you son and I am sorry..." With that, he never saw his father again. It was about six years later when Vance finally learned what happened to his father. Caught and hung, dropped off the side of the island to fall to the clouds below. He was given his father's flag and set off to the meet this Oi' Rudy. The journey to the city was long but instilled into Vance the love adventure he knew his father had. Finally meeting the man, he learned the truth of his bloodline. The Lani are Dukes, specifically the Duke of Leo, or the Royal Duke. Rudy was himself a duke, the Duke of Aquarius or The Duke Bearer. It was his job to anoint Vance and make him the next Duke. It was much to take in but he knew his father and trusted him. Being made a Duke gave him new confidence and Vance used it to start the Lupus anew.
  
  Leaving the Crescent to the outer world, Vance took the moniker of Cap'n Van, becoming everything he thought his father would have wanted for him. Pillaging merchants, fighting Areocutos, running supplies in the Uro wars. He was a force with his crew at his side. Till one day when the ship's engine mysteriously became to fail and a battalion of Areocutos was after them. The battle was hard and their ship didn't survive, crashing into a small island. Only three of the crew made it out, as they licked their wounds finding safe passage back to civilization.
  
  Skills: Leadership, and mercantile skills. Speaks Franz, German, Nippon, and Common (can speak in a Victorian accent but can speak in as Crescenter). Expert fencer, skilled marksmanship, and some limited cycel mechanics.
  
  Weaponry: A cycel powered semi-automatic rifle, The Resounding No. A flintlock pistol, The Brass Ruby. A long katana, Chishioken, and short katana, Zanki. He normally has Zanki with him.
  Homeland: Nameless village in the Crescent of Expanse.
  Secrets: Outside of his crew no one knows his status as Duke. As a Duke, he gets certain privileges in the right areas.
  
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  Theme song: I Get Wicked
  Misc info: Van hasn't been back to the Crescent since leaving home, he is pretty bad at reading maps.

 

[Twin Fantasy]

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• 
  Name: Wyatt Silverman
  Nickname/s: Soot Boy
  Age: 19
  Gender: Cis male
  Sexuality: Gay
  Ethnicity: Half-Vedic Half-Victorian
  Role: Deckhand of the Lupus Howl
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  Height + Weight: 5'3, 125 lbs
  Eyes + Hair: Brown hair, brown eyes
  Build: Very skinny. Developing a little bit of sinew.
  Attire: Wyatt tends towards looser-fitting shirts and pants, prioritizing function over form. He almost always has a hat on, as well as some sort of fingerless glove.
  Distinguishing features: His freckles, a missing finger.
  Body modifications: None
  Scars/markings: His pinkie is missing on his right hand. The right side of his chest has burn scars on it.
• 
  Personality: Most people don't think of hope for the future when they think of a pirate ship, but if they did, it'd look something like Wyatt. He's plucky and tries not to let things keep him down, in spite of his negative life experiences. He has a distaste for government authority, and a taste for minor rebellion, but would never be caught dead turning on his captain and crew. What he lacks in physical strength and battle prowess he makes up for in ingenuity and knowledge. In fact, it's rare to see Wyatt without his nose buried in a book of some sort, even if he's read it a thousand times before. He's comforted by the familiar, but excited by the unknown, and tries to have a positive outlook towards most things. Many would argue he has an unbreakable spirit, though whether or not that is true remains to be seen.
  Likes:
  
  • Books
  • Birds
  • The vast unknown skies
  • Reading maps
  • Astronomy
  • Also creating maps, actually
  Dislikes:
  
  • Thunder
  • Working steam engines
  • The bourgeoisie
  • Being treated like a child
  • Wet socks
  Fears:
  
  • Fires
  • Working on steam engines
• 
  Bio: Wyatt was born a member of the lower class. He wasn't in a position to earn a significant education, instead doing small jobs for years to help support his family. He'd often sneak off to the nearest library, though, and spent hours reading about everything he could. He would also pay small amounts to neighboring children in exchange for new books, which would make his father angry, as it seemed like a waste. People of Wyatt's social status, after all, were never meant to make use of their knowledge, no matter how much they had. They would forever stand under the boots of the wealthy, performing menial tasks to pay their way. As soon as he was ten, he managed to snag a small factory job. Whether or not child labor was considered legal was beyond Wyatt's knowledge, but he didn't really care as long as he was getting paid. For several years he helped on an assembly line, building components for military airships.
  
  He was about fourteen when the first accident came along. The press that molded one of the components clamped shut over his finger after he dropped a key inside. He got the key, but lost a pinkie. The factory owner was quickly apprehended for shoddy working conditions, but Wyatt and the other workers were left jobless and without care. Luckily, a minor government official was in search of someone to shovel coal for the steam engine of his ship, and Wyatt immediately took the opportunity. He worked long hours with very few breaks, occasionally getting assistance from a few of the older workers, but otherwise breaking his back with minor compensation. Wyatt knew his boss could afford to pay him more, but any requests for a raise were met with laughter and indifference.
  
  Several years down the line, an accident with the engine injured several workers, including Wyatt, who was horribly burned. Once again he was denied proper medical care, and even expected to return to work. Now seventeen, Wyatt was determined to find a real calling for himself. So he left home with the clothes on his back, a notepad, a pen, a satchel full of books and very little else. He begged, bartered and stole for a long time, lingering outside of universities and listening in on classes. Using a lifelong sense of direction, he was using the stars to find his way, though where he was going, he didn't know. While running from the local police after stealing a sweet roll, the whole town was suddenly brought to silence when the Lupus Howl docked at the port. Pirates, very dangerous ones. Wyatt took this as his chance, stowing away on their ship. At first the captain was furious, but Wyatt made clear his vast knowledge of maps, astronomy, animals, and all sorts of other assorted things. Deemed useful, he was accepted to their ranks... very, VERY recently.
  
  Skills:
  
  • Direction: After spending years learning cartography, Wyatt's sense of direction is nigh impeccable. He's also capable of using the locations of the stars to figure out directions.
  • Literacy: Wyatt is well-read, and very articulate. Were it not for his accent, peasant clothes and healthy hatred of the rich, one might assume he was of the upper class, even.
  • Ingenuity: Wyatt can always come up with a creative way out of a sticky situation.
  • General Knowledge: He also just has a lot of neat fun facts to share, and might be helpful at times you wouldn't expect.
  Weaponry: A small pistol, nothing too fancy.
  Homeland: Britannica
  Secrets: Most of his backstory to be honest. He doesn't wanna be seen as weak. Also the whole gay thing.
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  theme song
  

 

[Sana Natsuko]

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• Name: Amanda Earning
• Nickname/s: War Angel, Stoneface and Mandy, but only her parents ever called her it.
• Age: 'Slightly' older than 30... Ask further and I will show you my reverse healing technique. (45)
• Gender: Female
• Sexuality: Bisexual
• Ethnicity: Victorian
• Role: Surgeon of the Zephyr Rose

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• Height + Weight: 175cm 5'9', 133 lbs
• Eyes + Hair: Dark brown hair leaning towards a deep ginger at the ends and dark brown lifeless eyes
• Build: Quite slim with not much muscle
• Attire: The usual attire while on the ship consists of jeans and a top or shirt with the first few buttons undone, but its usually covered by a jacket like lab coat which she wears a lot. When off the ship or heading on missions she wears what used to be her army uniform, but in an attempt to make it less noticeable she covered over the emblem it bore and made it a darker colour using paint. The army uniform is a padded jacket with pants, usually worn with a pouch going around her waist filled with medicinal herbs and some pain killers. Can usually be seen with a medkit attached to her back filled with medicine, more painkillers and herbs, alcohol and some tools.
• Distinguishing features: Amanda's most distinguishing feature is her lack of emotion, no matter the scenario, Amanda manages to keep the same face, maybe sometimes letting out a small smile. This feature is what managed to give her the name Stoneface.
• Body modifications: None
• Scars/markings: A scar above her waist and next to where her kidney would be.
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• Personality: Amanda has quite an odd personality, while she shows no real emotion or empathy towards others. The truth is that she can't handle loss at all, after joining the army, even if she wasn't directly in the fight, all the wounded soldiers came her way and slowly over time, it took its toll and she became more and more accustomed to it. Leaving her like she is now, of course its different for her crew, all those people in the army, while the loss of them was sad. She never had much connection with any of them, now that the amount of people she has to watch is greatly reduced and she has had time to get to know them, it never brought back her emotions, but it did make her begin to care again. Thats why when the accident happened and they lost most of their crew it took a huge hit to her mentallity, the only thing keeping her from going back into the pits of insanity she was in before are the few remaining members who survived with her.
• Likes: Reading, herbology, medicine, plants and other greenery, fluffy animals (Her face goes from emotionless to slightly less emotionless), making sure her crew are at peak condition
• Dislikes: Loud noises, blood, violence, weapons, death, running out of books to read
• Fears: Gunshots, the thought of losing everyone, frogs... T-They are just creepy alright?

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• Bio: Amanda had quite a free childhood, growing up in Victorian empire as an only child her parents gave her more free will than one would expect, but it was mostly due to their vision of her. Her mother loved to read her stories and one day when she was only 3, she came in to read her a 'goodnight' only to find her sat up in her bed already looking intently at the pages in the book. At first she was surprised because that book was about plants and such, so she went next to her and pointed to a picture of a leaf 'look at all the leaves'. Only for the reply she got back was 'Those are drum stick leaves, they appear most in the crescent. It says they can treat most diseases'. Her mother slowly looked over to her and then looked back at the book which confirmed all of the details. This not only started Amanda's interest in medicine, but also her ability to learn, before long her parents kept bringing her more and more books to read and each time she went through them within a couple weeks. Most of the books consisted of medicinal treatments and different parts of the body, but there were a few different and odd books such as fairy tales and books teaching other languages.
  
  By the time Amanda reached the age of 19 she decided to leave her home to go join the army, her reason for this was simple, she had heard about the fights going on and wanted to go help those in need. Unfortunately for Amanda, this was one of the worse choices for her because while she was very knowledgeable on medicine and knew 101 ways to save someones life... She hadn't actually ever put it into practice, even more so she had never seen blood apart from in pictures. Due to her time inside reading books she never went out, never got a real education and never spoke to anyone apart from her family and a few of their friends. When she first applied for the army they almost immediately turned her down, unable to figure out the reason why she sent another letter to apply, which then again got turned down. This continued on for 3 months before she finally was let in which first led her to an interview. The plan was to make the interview as hard as possible so that she would have a reason to stop sending the messages, so instead of asking about experiences, they first tested her general knowledge on information that no one would really know, except to their surprise, Amanda did... And she knew much more, since the interview plan failed and she seemed to qualify all the necessary requirements, they let her join. But since they were impressed with her knowledge on medicinal subjects, no one thought to question if she had ever put it to practice. Thus came, Amanda's drop to reality.
  
  The time finally came, Amanda was on her first mission and was quite giddy, a feeling she didn't usually feel. She looked around at the other members of her team and wonder if they should converse and what about. Just thinking about it got her excited... That was until the first person came, a man walked in with another man limping beside him with a massive cut going right through the side of his chest. Amanda stopped and stared at the man, her eyes widened as she tries to hold back the feeling to throw up, the man placed him down and then began to walk off, she quickly screamed 'W-Where are you going!? Are you just going to leave him here!' He slowly turned around and looked at her before saying 'What are you talking about? I am going to get the others' He opens up the little door to the tent they were in as she sees what can only be explained as a field of bodies, where they alive? Who knows. Amanda looked down at the man and then slowly at her hand, trembling and now covered in red 'T-T-This ca-cant be...' She slowly gulped and reached for a cloth soaking in alcohol 'T-This will s-sting' She slowly places it against the mans chest as he lets out a loud yell, scaring her and causing her to drop the cloth. 'What the hell are you doing!?' The man outside shouted at her 'Didn't you come here to help save us!?' Amanda slowly backed away from the body that was now breathing heavily holding onto his chest.
  
  The man stomped into the tent and grabbed Amanda by the arm as she beings to panic screams and flailing around 'I-I don't want this! I c-cant do this!'. The man then grits his teeth and slaps Amanda quickly shutting her up before slowly looking over at the man in a mixture of shock and terror. 'Listen here! I don't give a damn whether you want to do this or not, you applied for this job and in doing that you agreed to put your life on the line to save the people who fight for the peace in our country! And now that you decided to come here and give everyone hope that we have someone with actual medical knowledge your going to destroy it all by running away!?' Still sat there on the ground covering her cheek, she slowly looked back at the body behind him and then through the door showing many more of those in need. Never before had Amanda felt this kind of feeling before, it was the feeling of anger, or sadness... But more of responsibility, she crawled back over to the body and looked at the wound, she went to put her hand inside before hesitating, she looked back at the man still piercing her with the gaze of anger, before butting her hand inside and looking around. After a bit of searching she managed to find out the man had miraculously kept his organs intact, if the wound went any further it would have cut open his stomach. She quickly grabbed the cloth of alcohol and pressed it against the wound, the man screamed again, but while she was scared and hated the noise, she kept it pressed before pulling out a needle and some string. 'Bring... The next one...'.
  
  As time went on, Amanda managed to make a name for herself, she was highly praised and given many awards for her efforts... But this didn't especially make her happy, infact no one had ever seen Amanda smile, the ones who knew her when she first joined either went missing in action, died or have completely forgotten what her smile looked like. For her every mission started becoming the same, she was sent to a new place, directed to a tent. And then she would count, by the time she counted to 10, someone comes through the door. Are they breathing? Possibly. Can I save them? Probably not. This mission was no different, she could remember the first time someone died on her. She was crying for 3 hours and to add onto that more people came in with the same problem, missing limb, too little blood, or just not enough time. Over time it just become normal, worse off, she didn't feel much on the thought of it. Someone enters the tent, she looks at them and finds out she can't save them... On to the next. But this time something different happened, a letter addressed to her. She opened the letter as the body next to her let out its last breath, it was a request... For help. She didn't know the sender but it gave a place to meetup and discuss things and it didn't seem too far from where she was now. She leaned back on her chair and looked at the unmoving corpse lying on the floor. Maybe... If she went, she could save someone... She waited till nightfall, a time were if you were still out on the battlefield, you were usually dead or retrieving corpses and she sneaked out to the meeting place.
  
  Amanda was quite surprised to what she found, a woman standing before her with another girl next to her. She stared at them both before asking 'Well then, who are you and why did you call me?' A story later Amanda was left with a choice, help two pirates... Or leave someone in need of medical care alone. The woman obviously in charge and not in need of care explained her reasons for wanting her or more specifically a female doctor and if they were left with no help the chances of the other woman's survival were quite low... The woman in charge must have noticed she needed time to think, so she gave Amanda a deadline, their ship would be docked in a rendezvous place and will leave in 3 days, the same time Amanda's mission ends, so she left and returned back to the tent. Over the two days she kept weighing her options, she couldn't just leave the army to go help some pirates... Could she. She looked around the tent, the floor covered in red and the smell of death filled the air, she looked at a body that came in a few minutes ago... Already motionless as she stared at it thinking of a time she couldn't handle the sight of blood. Then she thought back to how that woman looked at the woman who needed care, it was different from Amanda's gaze, it was more... Caring. Slowly bit by bit it came back to her, the feeling of life that she had lost the care for, of course the woman cared about her, she didn't want her to die. Looking at the body again, a matter of seconds passed and she looked away in fear slightly smiling. Working in the army, seeing dead bodies every day. It had made her lose the thought of treasuring life. So it was decided, on the night of the final day, she snuck off to go to the rendezvous point and met up with the woman. As she hopped on bored the ship and looked back at the woman, to her surprise she didn't see a soon-to-be-dead person, but someone else. Someone she felt she could trust. A friend.
• Skills:
  • Amanda is quite knowledgeable, her time reading books as a child ended up paying off because in the end she remembered all of it, it doesn't all necessarily come in handy, but knowledge is power as they say
  • One of the reasons for Amanda's memory is because she has photo-graphic memory, after seeing something once she will be able to pretty much remember it at any time
  • After going through the army, Amanda has gained a knack for managing to keep her cool, at least in most situations. When it comes to trying to save someones life, she always remembers back to that day and uses it as a motive to stay calm no matter how bad it looks
• Weaponry: Amanda prefers not to use weapons, nor does she have any experience in using them, the closest she has to weapons is her tools for helping others, which usually consist of a cloth, needle and string, a scalpel and knife, a army knife and a bonesaw.
• Homeland: Britannia
• Secrets: Amanda never went through an experimenting state, so she doesn't actually know she is Bisexual

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• misc info: Amanda got her scar from when a stray bullet hit her in the chest and she was forced to treat herself with only a needle, string and a bottle of alcohol

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[xAlter]

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  Name: Lady Victoria Fiona Markov
  Nickname/s: The Pale Serpent, Vi, Vicky, Freak, Lady Hummingbird
  Age: 22
  Gender: Female
  Sexuality: Bisexual
  Ethnicity: Half Victorian, Half Libertian
  Role: Rigger of the Crew
  
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  Height + Weight: 170cm (5' 7") 55kg (122lbs)
  Eyes + Hair: White Hair and Blue Eyes
  Build: Slim with little muscle
  Attire: The usual outfit for Victoria consists of her usual leather scorpion coat, the edges torn and frayed. She wears white shirts, and usually a black vest over it. On her legs are tight dark brown pants, and knee high leather boots. On some occasions, she'll wear a black tricorn hat, adorned by white feathers.
  Distinguishing features: Her stark white hair. Earlier in her childhood, her hair was a beautiful pale blonde.
  Body modifications: A snake tattoo that coils up her left leg.
  Scars/markings: A large scar adorning the front of her neck.
  
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  Personality:
  Victoria Markov, one doesn't think of an explosive personality when it comes to her. She's more relaxed and quiet, displaying her emotions in a controlled and refined matter. She has an expressive control on her emotions, yet when things concerning her get brought up, she either goes meek with embarrassment, or gets very angry. On the inside, Victoria is at conflict with herself, for the atrocities she has committed, and also for the good she wishes to do. However, as she is already a wanted criminal, Victoria has cast aside her doubts, and hopes to find her purpose as a crew member. She genuinely wishes to help, and find her place as a member of the crew, become accepted by a group, not out of fear, respect, but because she is herself.
  Likes:
  
  1. Walks at night
  2. The moon
  3. Snakes and all types of serpents
  4. Tea, any kind of tea. Her favorites is green tea.
  5. Writing poetry
  Dislikes:
  
  1. Heights
  2. The rich and the wealthy (especially her family)
  3. Any mention of the Seven Serpents
  4. Coffee, she despises it
  5. Flirts
  Fears:
  
  1. Losing her life and being forgotten by history.
  2. The resurgence of the Seven Serpents
  3. Becoming the very thing she wished not for herself, leading a life of ignorance and naivety, and forced into a position she has no control over.
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  Bio:
  Lady Victoria Fiona Markov was born the second daughter to the Markov family of the Victorian Empire, one of the lesser noble family. Her mother and father both loved her, but her family life was anything but easy. Having been born the second daughter, Victoria's life was centered around getting married to some noble boy to secure the family allies and friends. This wasn't a fate she wanted. Furthermore, her elder brother and elder sister, would constantly harass her for something she didn't have control over, her whitening hair. Up until her 16th birthday, Victoria's hair was always a beautiful blonde, something her mother told her to take pride in. It was stated she had the prettiest hair in all of the Markov family. As she grew up, however, her hair would steadily whiten, until her once beautiful blonde was a pure white.
  
  Upon her 14th birthday, Victoria suffered an accident, which would shock her to the very core, changing how she would view life. One night, when she was out with friends, she had missed her curfew, and to get home, would traverse one of the more dangerous routes. Of course, her natural parkour skills were beginning to show, and Victoria knew she could make the route with ease. During her journey home, Victoria would come across the harassment, and soon murder of a peasant by nobles. How did she know they were nobles? The man who stabbed the peasant was to be her fiance. Slipping, and alerting the group to her presence, but not her appearance, Victoria would make it back to the Markov estate, only to receive a scolding from her mother.
  
  Upon the eve of her 17th birthday, Victoria's harassment and guilt in what she had witnessed would consume her. She would lash out against her family, denouncing them, and would attempt to run away, stealing the family rapier with her. Her brother gave chase with her to be husband. In a quick struggle, Victoria, full of adrenaline, would murder both her brother and her fiance. Grabbing her brothers coat from his corpse, she would throw it over her shoulders, and run into the night. For a year, Victoria would be hunted as a murderer, wanted for the crimes she had committed. She would stow away on a ship heading for the Republic of Libertia.
  
  In the Republic, Victoria would join a gang, the Seven Serpents, named so for the seven leaders. They were a group of lower class men and women, looking to take revenge on those who wronged them. They'd pillage and steal, but only that, as to not be branded murderers. On one such mission, Victoria would be told to steal the prized revolver from one of the senate members. She would accompanied by a senior memory. Victoria would successfully steal the revolver, but the accompanying member, would murder the servants of the household, as well as the senator. Seeing that these people were no different than the life she was left behind, Victoria made a promise. She disposed of her "partner" after a short struggle, in which he would swipe and cut open her neck. The would healed, leaving behind a jagged scar. Victoria was 19 when she made that vow.
  
  After she reported, and was elevated to the seventh head, Victoria would see more of what she witnessed on that night. The people she thought they were just stealing from, being murdered out of cold blood. Victoria would then secretly leave and sabotage missions, either killing, or getting the members killed. The guilt she felt wouldn't lessen, and the blood she waded in was only getting deeper. When she was 21, 2 years after her elevation to a leadership position, Victoria would kill the last vestiges of the Seven Serpents, and go into hiding, never to be seen or heard from.
  "My hands are soaked in blood that isn't mine, and tears that are. I just wish to move on, but I can't seem to do so. Maybe with you I'll finally be able to."
  Skills:
  
  1. Thief - Victoria is an adept lock picker. She can get through even the toughest of locks, given time.
  2. Parkour - An adept free runner and free soloist, Victoria has trained her body to traverse almost all terrains in fluid and natural motion. She is able to climb almost all types of surfaces, mountains, cliffs, and towers without a harness.
  3. Swordsmanship - Victoria has learned multiple styles of swordsmanship. The one style she prefers, however, is a custom style called "White Hummingbird." It's a style she created, incorporating quick strikes in tandem with gun play.
  4. Marksmanship - Victoria is an adept marksman.
  5. Naval Knots - Victoria's quick hands and nimble fingers lend her to be best suited for rigging and tying knots.
  Weaponry: Her families rapier, in which she had stolen. A silver, ornate, six shot, break action revolver (also stolen).
  Homeland: Britannia
  Secrets: Victoria doesn't tell anyone of her noble blood. She also doesn't tell anyone of her involvement with the dead gang "Seven Serpents", nor that she was the one who ended them.
  
• 
  theme song: Theme Song Here and Theme Song 2
  misc info: Victoria is an insomniac and has trouble sleeping. She is often seen walking alone at night to clear her mind.
  

 

[NecromancerNight]

• Basics
• Appearance
• Persona
• Background
• Extra

• 
  Name: Dante Valentine (Ai Yangchun 愛陽春)
  Nickname: Orpheus
  Age: 18
  Gender: Male
  Sexuality: Platonic
  Ethnicity: Half-Xin Half-Iberian
  Role: Shantyman of the Crew
• 
  Height + Weight: 165cm (5'5") 60kg (132lbs)
  Eyes + Hair: Amber eyes and long jet-black hair.
  Build: Slim with little muscle
  Attire: Usually wears an over-sized cloak with a purple Chinese tunic suit inside. His hood usually covers his face.
  Distinguishing features: glowing amber eyes
  Body modifications: N/A
  Scars/markings: A faint scar on his forehead
• 
  Personality:
  Dante Valentine is calm and seldom shows emotions. But when facing what ever he dislike, he becomes surprisingly aggressive. On the inside he is insecure, and can sometimes be quiet clingy to anyone who reminds him of his sister. Sometimes he may be a bit manipulative to achieve hid goals, but he is still a nice person over all.
  Likes
  1 stories
  2 sweets
  3 Revolution
  4 orange
  5 his sister
  Dislikes
  1 The upper class
  2 milk tea (tea should be tea)
  3 oppression of the weak
  4 entitled people
  Fears
  1 dogs
  2 unable to tell stories
• 
  Bio
  Dante Valentine is the son of a Xin revolutionist/refugee and an Iberian dancer, he was born in a sky-side Vatic city. He used to love the stories that he heard from the taverns and wanted to be a writer. At a young age, he showed extreme talent in music and performed at taverns to earn a bit of cash. His family was poor but loving, and he had a sister named Beatrice Valentine (Ai Baixue 愛白雪). He learned Jin from his father and at the age of 8 sneaked into school (since he does not have money to enroll).
  After a relative peace life, save for the fact they are constantly moving from place to place, his father was finally caught and sent back to the kingdom of Xing and his mother was devastated. His sister started dancing at taverns to provide for the family. Then a rich aristocrat lured his sister away, and he never heard from her again. He continued to care for his mother, but she soon died.
  After the death of his mother (15), Dante became an apprentice of a shantyman. With only three years of training, he is one of the youngest shantymen in history. His goal is to one day find his sister, and maybe his father. He is also a spy for the rebellions to overthrow Vedic.
  
  Skills
  Multilingual
  Photographic Memory
  First aid
  Pick locking
  Basic self-defense
  Storytelling
  Steel ribbon (learned from his father)
  
  Weaponry
  Steel ribbon, custom made.
  Pen, ink, and paper (words sting more than swords)
  Homeland
  Vedic
  Secrets
  The fact that he is a spy.
• 
  Things he doesn't know
  His scar used to be a tattoo of a flower seared into his forehead by a Cycel crystal. His father was of royal blood and had the same tattoo.

 

[Hibiscus]

​

Camila Antonio Suarez

• Basics
• Appearance
• Persona
• Background
• Extra

• 
  
  Name: Camila Rose, formerly Camila Antonio Suarez
  
  Nickname/s: Cam, Cami
  
  Age: Twenty One (21)
  
  Gender: Female
  
  Sexuality: Bisexual
  
  Ethnicity: Half Iberian/ Half Gallic
  
  Role: Deckhand of the Zephyr Rose
  
  
• 
  
  Height + Weight: Five foot and five inches, 131 lbs.
  
  Eyes + Hair: Brown Eyes/Dark Brown Hair
  
  Build: Due to the nature of her work and past hobbies, Camila is quite built for her size. Although she seems to have a light frame, seeing her work would reveal the tight muscles that riddled the dense body.
  
  Attire: Camila doesn't have much in the way of clothes and what she does have are fairly basic in attire. However she makes up for the plain clothing with her many and staple accessories that adorn her. The white shirt has ropes for rigging wrapped across her chest, two knives in sheathes, and the brown hat she's fond of.
  
  Body modifications: Piercings in her lip, ears, and belly button. Small tattoo on her left thigh.
  
  Scars/markings: A small scar on the back of her neck and on her left ankle.
  
  
• 
  
  Personality: Camila is an old person’s soul in a young person’s body. Her youth shows at her curiosity, how it piques by anything new with relative ease and the ferocity she can show in activities she’s passionate at. Ask Camila about fish and she’ll talk for a day, ask her to dance and she’ll spin you around for a day. However Camila’s not one to rush into anything, patience and a usual dependence on having time to think means she’s slow to react on her own. Beyond that she’s kind, very few things being able to make her mad enough to act on it. Not that things don’t make her mad, but Camila prefers to not waste energy on something unnecessarily (she tires out on tasks that are aggravating).
  
  
  Likes:
  
  Fishing
  
  Dancing
  
  Camping
  
  Seeing new places, she's a tourist at heart!
  
  Naps
  
  Stargazing
  
  
  Dislikes:
  
  Fighting
  
  Bitter foods
  
  Not getting enough sleep
  
  Swords
  
  Iberia
  
  Drunks
  
  
  Fears: She fears bigger cities and crowded places. Aerowhales, just Aerowhales. “Nothing should be that big.”
  
  
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  Bio: Born into a household at the edge of the Iberian state, Camila was raised alongside her twin sister Cassandra. Their parents were a Gallic fisherman and an Iberian dancer, the two moving to the countryside in Iberia shortly after marriage. Hugo, the fisherman, had left his family’s fishing company and was looking for his own path, ending up on the Gallic coast with a new ship. While getting away from his family was important, he didn’t realize how much they did for him. New bills in room, board, food, and all of it mostly going to drinks, it wasn’t long until Hugo was in debt to the new company. The only help he could find at that point was at the bottom of a bottle.
  
  
  Catalina was a dancer in a bar, interchangeable from any across the Iberian coast. Dancing there was only some entertaining, serving the guests and then batting them away after a few drinks was also a large part of the job. It was a morose career, but she didn’t see an alternative. Instead she worked hard and did what she had to do to make money, saving a small fortune without any real wonder of what to do with it. Only taking money out of it to buy the alcohol needed to keep going day by day.
  
  
  The two found each other in the bar, companions for a shared drink and nothing more at first. Finding comfort in one another and confiding in each others issues, it became routine for them. The debt to the company tying Hugo to this port felt less like a leash, more of a happy accident. While Catalina felt herself happy to wake up in the morning and dance, if only to make it to the night. It wasn’t long after their feelings were realized that they both left, disappearing from the town with barely a trace; except for some empty glasses.
  
  
  A small village was where the two settled down, filling in a much needed position of bringing in food for them. Hugo began fishing once more, this time knowing the fish would go to him or the proceeds to his pocket; happy to finally work for himself. Catalina still danced when the two met with friends at the bars or during festivals, still as graceful as ever. However, she was much more at home with her hands in the dirt and green thumb at work.
  
  
  Camila and Cassandra came soon after they moved, making their small homestead into a home. By this point the revolution was in full swing, but this didn’t affect the small village too much. Instead the two were raised fairly comfortably under their parents; living, learning, and working under the family. The small town couldn’t afford to have someone teach everyday, but weekends had lessons under the mayor. The friendly man was a scholar and felt himself responsible to the education. All in all the childhood they grew up in was quite compassionate, the old adage of it ‘taking a village’ made a difference in raising the girls.
  
  
  However it didn’t stay as a quaint little town for their entire time there. Revolutions are wars, Camila will be the first to tell you, and as such they require a few things to maintain. The revolters needed fighters, weapons, and food; each of which came from different places. The fighters were drummed up easy in bars and the streets; as the disillusioned and drunk are easy to rally. Weapons could come from the stools they were sitting on, old family heirlooms, and made with a bit of cycel. That just left food, drawn mainly from those sympathetic to the cause, but could be liberated from other places as easy.
  
  
  Camila’s small town became a target from the revolters, as they were occupied by the state and felt happy to be. First it was just a few things missing from a store house or a tree robbed of its fruit. Next they began messing with roads in and out of the town, setting pits under cover. It wasn’t long until the mayor’s house was set alight and a fishing ship was sunk, only escalating further from there. The town became more of a skirmishing ground over a place to live.
  
  
  Hugo died when Camila was 17, getting caught in the crossfire during his travel to a larger city to trade. The news was taken in different ways by the sisters, leading to their eventual downfall. Cassandra wanted to find out who started the fight in the crowded square, the revolters she spoke to swearing it was the state and recalling the ambush they perpetrated. She joined their ranks, offering whatever services she could to the cause. They kept her local for a year, getting some of her old neighbors more passionate to the cause and even using Hugo’s death as a further cry in their bellowing ranks. It saddened Camila, but Cassandra was firm in her beliefs.
  
  
  They both left when they turned 18. Cassandra was heading to the larger cities, more work for the ‘good fight’ to be done there. Camila was offered to join her, but refused. It was the last time the sisters saw each other. Camila left shortly after without a destination in mind, but knew it had to be away from the warring state. It was hard to leave her mother alone in the empty house, but Catalina understood the need to leave. Giving her the harpoons, Hugo’s hat, and all the funds she could muster, Catalina sent her daughter into the unknown.
  
  
  ((Gotta talk to the captain, but depends on when she gets on the ship that the rest of her timeline plays out.))
  
  
  
  Fishing- Camila has spent a large portion of her life fishing the Iberian Coast with her father, using harpoons and gravity cycel. Using gravity cycel to keep a lure afloat, depending on the bair, various fish can be lured in through the clouds. Once they get close it’s just a matter of firing close to the lure.
  
  Dancing- All the styles of Uro are under her belt when it comes to dancing, as Camila and Cassandra both had to learn from their mother.
  
  Cooking- Comes with the territory of catching good meat is turning it to good food and Camila has all the skills to do so. With a well maintained garden and endless fish, Camila learned to cook all throughout her childhood.
  
  Shooting- Camila is a great shot with most ranged weapons. Her harpoon is the most notable, given she could skewer a skimmer from a mile away, but she can handle most firearms well enough.
  
  
  Weaponry: A cycel-powered harpoon gun, meant for fishing and boarding. Various harpoon tips have been created, but it’s main purpose still stand as fishing. Beyond that three different knives are usually on Camila’s person. A serrated blade she keeps on her chest is meant for ropes and rigging, the most common one for on the ship. Down by her right side hip is a straight-edge knife that she mainly uses for fishing, but it’s been drawn in defense before.
  
  Homelan Small town on the Iberian Coast
  
  Secrets: Camila doesn’t have any secrets.... YET!
  
  
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  Theme song: I can go the distance- Hercules
  
  Misc info: Will update later!

 

[ADarkAndStormyNight]

Basics:
Name: John S. Naemen
Nickname/s: Johnny, Moose (It's a long story)
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual
Ethnicity: Brittania, Uro
Role: First Mate, Lupus Howl

Appearance:

John, despite a relatively short stature, makes an intimidating figure. His dark face has a long scar going down it, from eyebrow to his cheek. His hair is long and wild, though very rarely dirty. His deep green eyes are often looking around, a habit of examining everything and everyone he sees. His skin is blank, no tattoos, as he doesn't see the point of them. When aboard his ship, or in times of luxury, he wears a fine trenchcoat and a silk scarf, but he removes them in times of action, wearing only a white undershirt. He packs a revolver, but that's the only weapon he carries. In fact, aside from the scar, he could pass as an ordinary citizen.

Persona:
John is level-headed, to a fault. He relies entirely on reason and observation to make decisions. Because of this, he often has to reel back some of his more imaginative crew members and comrades to a sense of reality, much to their dislike. However, this sense of reason has gotten him and the Lupus out of many a troubling situation, and he doesn't abide strictly by these fundamentals. His more emotional side is that of a romantic, both in the traditional and modern senses. He grew up listening to classic stories, and that left a yearning in his heart. He enjoys combat, especially planned, strategic warfare. Most of his time not spent keeping track of the ship is spent playing strategy games and war games in his halls. He doesn't see much of an interest in common luxuries like alcohol and gold, instead of being a pirate for the lack of responsibilities. He dislikes his friends' focus on gold and riches. His greatest fear is death, and what lies beyond it.

Background:
Naemen was a bastard born in Britiannia. His mother, a slave, raised him until he was 9 years old when she died. He managed to pay off his mother's debts to the slave-owner and bought his own freedom. Not knowing where to go from there, he decided that it would be best to follow the stories he heard from the other slaves, and eventually became a pirate, leaving his old past behind, not only to be mentioned in passing.

He first joined the crew of the Knight's Folly at the age of 15. It was here that he learned the general skills required for basic piracy, shooting, and warfare. He rose through the ranks, thanks in part to his ambition, his skill in gunned combat, and a general likable personality, becoming the Captain. It was while captaining this ship he first met Vance, captain of the Lupus Howl, giving him supplies, a few men, and temporary boarding on the Knight's Folly during Vance's journey to find Oi' Rudy. Eventually, the Knight's Folly became a somewhat honorable ship, thanks in part to John's ever-growing skill in commanding. They gained infamy when they took down a fleet of Areocusto ships single-handed, leading to the loss of over thirty thousand worth of raw material and parts.

Naemen, as he was riding high, made one substantial failure. He tried to attack a well-populated Areocusto base with no strategy and no plan. With just his own ship. Needless to say, he failed, and a good deal of his ship and crew was lost. After this point, he spent a year devoted to learning everything he could, becoming proficient in strategy, history, philosophy, and a great deal of other subjects. It was in this self-inflicted exile that Vance, remembering Naemen from his travels, invited him to join Lupus Howl. He did, and they formed a strong bond.

Naemen carries with him a revolver he calls Susan, the first gun he ever had (named after his mother), at all times, even in his sleep. Aside from Susan, he has War's Bane, a rifle, and Steel Grip, a scimitar. He is skilled in strategy, combat, gunplay, and navigation.

Extra:
WIP

 

[Ayama]

• Lucia
• Hui

• Lucia​

  “What we need, we get.
  What we want, we take."​

  
  

  • ---BASICS---
  • ---PERSONA---
  • ---HISTORY---
  • ---S.W.O.T.---

  • 
    
    
    Name:
    Lucia Alexandria Abara
    
    Nickname(s):
    Luce, Cap'n
    
    Role:
    Captain of the Zephyr Rose
    
    Age:
    Twenty-eight
    
    Gender:
    Female
    
    Orientation:
    Unknown
    
    Ethnicity:
    Iberian
    
    
    
    BASICS
  • Height:
    5'6
    
    Weight:
    155lbs
    
    Hair color:
    Auburn
    
    Eye color:
    Blue
    
    Build:
    Stocky
    
    Attire:
    Layered and practical
    
    Distinguishing features:
    Left eye never visible
    
    Modifications:
    None
    
    Scars/markings:
    Tattoo on right wrist
    Helix piercing on left ear
    Large scar across abdomen
    
    
    
    APPEARANCE
  • Personality:
    Tough as nails, Luce runs her ship with an iron fist. She won't put up with bullshit, whining, or any kind of excuse, and can't be bothered to mince her words or address anything/anyone delicately- sparing feelings is not part of her job description; nor is putting up with morons who don't know anything or don't do a good job. That being said, she feels responsable for the safety of her crew and takes that responsability seriously, so god help you if you threaten any of them.
    
    Likes:
    - Freedom
    - Flying
    - Wolves
    - A good stew
    
    Dislikes:
    - Idiots
    - Feelings
    - Rabbit food
    - Ceelh
    
    Fears:
    - Being grounded
    - Being drafted
    
    
    
    PERSONA
  • History:
    Lucia's parents were farmers- they worked hard and made an honest living and taught those values to their daughter. Unfortunately, when Lucia turned 16, a war broke out and she was drafted. She doesn't like to talk about it, but it's clear the whole thing was an unpleasant experience for her. She lost friends, her left eye and, when she finally returned home, her parents and her farm, in quick succession.
    
    Deciding to take her revenge, she enlisted as a privateer on a ship out of Elizabeth and has been roaming the skies as a merciless pirate ever since. She's earned quite the fearsome reputation for herself and, though she's not as demented or bloodthirsty as the legends would have you think, she's definitely not to be trifled with. If you value your life (or at least the full use of your limbs), you won't stand between her and whatever it is she's after, else you'll live (or die) to regret it.
    
    Homeland:
    The Vatic Union
    
    Secrets:
    The story of how she lost her eye
    
    Skills:
    - Flying: She could pilot an airship through the Crescent’s belt, blindfolded, in a thunderstorm.
    
    - Modifications: She worked on and customized her old ship's engine, as well as her weapons.
    
    - Combat: Her build and training lend themselves well to most close-range fighting.
    
    - Authority: She has the gift of making others listen up and pay attention.
    
    Weaponry:
    - A pair of well-worn brass knuckles.
    - A customized flintlock pistol.
    -A sword from her army days.
    
    
    
    BACKGROUND

  
  
  

  
  
  

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  PERSONA

  
  
  

  BACKGROUND

  
  
  
• Hui-Ru Yu​

  “What's broken can be fixed.
  What works can be improved."​

  
  

  • ---BASICS---
  • ---PERSONA---
  • ---HISTORY---
  • ---S.W.O.T.---

  • 
    
    
    Name:
    Hui-Ru Yu
    
    Nickname(s):
    Whey, Bolts
    
    Role:
    Engineer of the Lupus Howl
    
    Age:
    Twenty-four
    
    Gender:
    Male
    
    Orientation:
    Gay
    
    Ethnicity:
    Xin
    
    
    
    BASICS
  • Height:
    5'6
    
    Weight:
    146lbs
    
    Hair color:
    Jet black
    
    Eye color:
    Dark brown
    
    Build:
    Lithe
    
    Attire:
    Basic pants, shirt and tie covered by an engineer's smock. Reinforced boots, goggles.
    
    Distinguishing features:
    Always being covered in something.
    
    Modifications:
    Mechanical right eye, mechanical right hand.
    
    Scars/markings:
    A handful of small tattoos.
    
    
    
    APPEARANCE
  • Personality:
    Hui is the excitable, happy-go-lucky type. Good luck getting him to be serious when the situation calls for it (unless engines are involved). He likes everyone and is easy to get along with, though be careful 'cause he'll talk your ear off given the slightest opportunity. He's always excited to learn new things, and is always tinkering with something, trying to either invent something new or make improvements.
    
    Likes:
    - Learning
    - Engineering
    - A good joke
    - Mushrooms
    
    Dislikes:
    - Lack of fun
    - Feeling dumb
    - Boring trips
    - Green wheat
    
    Fears:
    - Falling out of the sky
    - Rust
    
    
    
    PERSONA
  • History:
    Hui comes from a prosperous merchant family in central Xing. His parents and all his siblings are a part of the family business, each responsable for a different aspect of it, such as shipping, accounting, advertising, etc. Hui, however, was fascinated by machines from a young age, and learned everything he possibly could about them. For a time, tending the small fleet of merchant vessels and cargo ships his family owned was enough to satisfy him, but that did not last.
    
    Pretty soon, he found himself wanting to learn and know more. In order to pursue his passion, he enrolled in the military, figuring it had the greatest chance of satisfying his bottomless curiosity. Unfortunately, Hui soon discovered that the strict, regimented nature of military life was not for him, so he decided to quit and set out to seek his bliss elsewhere.
    
    He finally found it after making his way to the Crescent. Among pirates, strangely enough, he found his home. He bounced around from ship to ship, marveling at their craftsmanship. Many of them were appropriated and repurposed military cruisers, cargo transports, or merchant ships. Some were even built out of scraps, held together with nuts and bolts and boundless ingenuity, and he loved them all.
    
    When he first saw the Lupus Howl, it was love at first sight, and he fairly begged the captain to let him become its new engineer. After some hesitation and with obvious misgivings, Vance agreed and, after seeing what Hui can do with an engine, has never lived to regret it. Since joining up with the crew of the Zephyr Rose, Hui has been working tirelessly on the new ship they've stolen, constantly making modifications and improvements in the hope of outrunning and outgunning the Areocustos and staying free
    
    Homeland:
    Kingdom of Xing
    
    Secrets:
    None- Hui's an open book!
    
    Skills:
    - Engineering: No duh. If it's mechanical, he understands it, he can fix and, and he probably has a million and one ideas on how to improve it.
    
    - Modifications: His mechanical eye can dissect and spot a whole lot more than his ordinary one. His arm can be a useful tool (and source of brute force).
    
    - Agility: Hui has the ideal body type for a gymnast, and crawling around the underbelly of an airship all day long has given him lots of practice.
    
    - Negotiating: Need someone to help you haggle with a merchant over the price of a part? Look no further!
    
    Weaponry:
    - He owns a pair of flintlock pistols (family gift) which he keeps on him almost at all times.
    - He also owns an oldschool blunderbuss he bought, affectionately nicknamed Vera.
    -Aside from this, his workshop is littered with homemade explosives and firearms in various states of functionality and danger to their operator (or anyone who happens to be nearby).
    
    
    
    BACKGROUND

  
  
  

  
  
  

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  APPEARANCE

  
  
  

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  BACKGROUND

  
  
  

 

[StormWolf]

Aleksander Nikolanstovich​

• Basics
• Appearance
• Persona
• Background

• 
  Name: Aleksander Franz Styke von Sturmberg Nikolanstovich III
  Nicknames: Alek/Alex/Alexei, Gunny, Iron-monger, Hundjaeger
  Age: 28
  Gender: Male
  Sexuality: Bisexual
  Ethnicity: Gallic-Vedician Uro
  Role: Gunner of the Crew
• 
  
  
  

  

  
  ​
  Height + Weight: 6'2", 195lbs
  Eyes + Hair: Black hair, honey-brown eyes.
  Build: Muscular
  Attire: Military castoffs, mostly.
  Distinguishing Features: Keen, sharp eyes and a perpetual wolfish smirk. Prisoner tattoo - #10642. Family signet ring.
  Body Modifications: Tattoo sleeves crossing from one wrist, across his back, to the other; mostly in the brutalist Gallic style.
  Scars/markings: Scar on his chin, nose, right cheek and eyebrow - evident marks from brawls or beatings he was on the rough end of. Gunshot scar on left pectoral. Scar from a stabbing on his abdomen.
  Face claim: Ramin Karimloo
• 
  Personality:
  Alek was always one to laugh in the face of adversity, danger, and hardship. Nothing hurts the would-be tyrants more than mocking their desperate ploys of domineering and control, though they can lash back twice as hard... something he hasn't really learned from. He's a bit of an oddity, not only being evidently of Gallic and Vedician parentage, but being equally lassie-faire and cavalier while simultaneously being highly structured. A prolonged stay in a variety of solitary environments have developed a quirk of arguing with himself, something he passes off as "the best way to have an intelligent conversation" all while flashing that dimpled smile of his. There's nobody better to have in your corner when you are in for a fight or a raucous night about town, two things he enjoys with expertise in equal measure.
  Likes:
  -Open air
  -Partying/socialite engagements
  -Honest pugilism
  -Strong drink
  -Gambling
  -A warm bed with a warm body (or two) to keep him company.
  Dislikes:
  -Abuses of authority
  -Child-beaters
  -Dystopic despots
  -zealots of ideology
  -Cheaters (because they'll smell his game, mostly)
  Fears:
  -Claustrophobia
  -Prolonged isolation
  -His family
• 
  
  
  Biography:
  As one could likely surmise from the lengthy entirety of his name, Aleksander comes from lofty breeding among the aristocratic elite, the result of a loveless political marriage. One of seven, actually. While his brothers and sisters settled comfortably into the cushion of their wealth and position, Alek was restless in his gilded cage. He reveled the rare occasions they engaged in equestrian sports and aeronautical cruises, but would always find himself on the receiving end of a berating and a beating; usually for embarrassing the family name by associating with those of lesser standing. When his parents decided they lacked the capacity to rectify young Aleksander's "aberrant behavior", they handed him off to the Uro Military School in hopes that they could rectify his behavior.
  
  It did, but only in part. Alek developed an understanding for the necessity of the chain of command and learned from some of the finest military minds Uro and her allies had to offer. He developed discipline and blossomed into a firm and handsome young man... something he noticed, and soon began to exploit however he could. The charisma he'd already been developing as an Officer-Candidate was only magnified and exacerbated by his natural gravitas and good looks. Something other officer-candidates; sons and daughters of other noble families, took umbrage with.
  
  Some, but not all, anyway.
  
  Aleksander had graduated to the rank of Gunnery Lieutenant in the Uro Navy-Artillery Corps before scandal landed him in prison. Suspicion led him to believe it was betrayal of the telltale heart that landed him in a cell; such things happen when you copiously intermingle with the sons and daughters of prolific families, oftentimes simultaneously. He was branded a deviant, an adulterer, and a threat to cultural stability. Locked away in a solitary cell except for general mess, where he was often beset by other prisoners, and sometimes guards. Even when one of the former stabbed Alek in the stomach, the cantankerous scoundrel spat in his assailant's eyes and all but bit the man's nose clean off. Aleksander Nikolanstovich survived four years in that hellish place before escaping in a riot, living under the proverbial radar.
  Skills:
  -Naval/Artillery Grade Gunnery
  -Small Arms Marksmanship
  -Arms & Armor Repair and Maintenance
  -Socialite Decorum
  -Dancing
  -Fencing
  -Boxing
  -General Skulduggery
  Weaponry
  
  Uro Special Services Revolver
  A revolving black powder service pistol, six shots of .455 caliber ammunition with a .410 gauge shotgun in the under-barrel.
  Vedician "Paqaresh"
  Also known as a Vedican bush knife, this one being his mother's.
  
  Homeland:
  Gallic Uro
  Secrets:
  Aleksander's Black Book - a black leatherbound journal filled with a horrifying menagerie of his military inventions and the dirty secrets of nearly every person he has ever met. While charming, he's developed an understanding that should he need to, he can ruin someone's day in a variety of ways.
  Vice of Literature - Alek loves reading trashy romance penny novels, especially if they're banned somewhere. He's been dabbling on trying to write his own, but like every burgeoning artist, is embarrassed of his work.
  

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[Trektek]

• Basics
• Appearance
• Persona
• Background

• 
  Name: Marta Cazalla
  Nickname/s: Caz, Red Hand Marta, Cripple(Don't you dare)
  Age: 26
  Gender: Female
  Sexuality: Bisexual
  Ethnicity: Iberian
  Role: First Mate of the Zephyr Rose
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  Height + Weight: 5'10", 150 lbs
  Eyes + Hair: Brown eyes and brown almost auburn hair color
  Build: Athletic
  Attire: Skin tight outfits with corsets and armor covering the arms and legs
  Distinguishing features: Her soft features and athletically toned body along with her below the shoulder length beautiful hair. She wears armor on her arms and legs from the knee down to disguise that she has a Mechanical left arm and left leg below the knee
  Body modifications: Mechanical left arm and left leg below the knee
  Scars/markings: Missing her left arm above the elbow and her right leg below the knee
  Face claim
  
  
  
  
  
• 
  Personality: A woman of extremes, Marta lives her life how she wants to which is what led her to the life of a pirate. The freedom to do what she wanted and when she wanted was very appetizing to her. She is a passionate lover of both genders and quick to anger when scorned. Marta is also quick to use her blade when she reaches her quickened anger. Seeing how she acts to most forms of leadership, one would think that she would be incapable of following orders, but once you've earned her respect, she'll follow you to the ends of the earth.
  Likes: Alcohol, Beautiful Women, Handsome men, Freedom, Fighting, Gambling
  Dislikes: The nobility, Oppression, Oatmeal, Winter
  Fears: Dying, Becoming a paraplegic
• 
  Bio: Marta was a middle child in her low born family. She had an older brother and two younger sisters. Her father worked in the factories as a laborer and her mother stayed at home to do her best to take care of all the children, along with help from Dalen, Marta's older brother by 5 years. Marta also helped out as she was taught the things that she was to be responsible for as the eldest female child for when she would be old enough to marry someday. However, Marta had always been a rambunctious child, and was always very active and not so interested in what was considered the womanly household tasks.
  
  Her older brother was a skilled swordsman, renowned as a great duelist, for which she wanted to learn. So in secret at night, he trained her over the years, allowing her to become decently skilled in the craft. Marta preferred blades to guns, there was something visceral about having to fight up close and personal. Something that she continued to feel years later when she ended up in actual combat.
  
  Over the years, Dalen fought many a duel, even earning an impressive work of craftsmanship in a Damascus Rapier. It was a blade that never left his side, at least until he managed to earn that commission into the Military, something that Marta and the entire family were proud of. Since he was going to be receiving standard equipment from the military, he gave his blade to Marta, which she proudly wore ever since, a token of her brother that she cherished of their time training together every night.
  
  Then the rebellion broke out. Dalen as part of the military fought on the side of the government, Marta joined as part of the rebellion. She had seen how hard the greedy government worker her father and the others and wanted to put a stop to it. Eventually, she ended up on the opposite side of the battle as her brother and his troops. He challenged her to a duel in the middle of battle. She pleaded with him to stand down. That he didn't need to fight for such corruption, that he should fight for the people instead but he would have none of it. What followed was an intense duel between siblings, ending only when Dalen had repeatedly slashed up her left arm(Her good blade-wielding arm) and her right leg, causing her to collapse from the pain. He was the better swordsman of the two of them and she knew it. He had trained her after all. As Dalen went in for the kill, she rolled to the side and plunged a dagger into his side with tears rolling down her face, a look of surprise on his as he collapsed with the only words she uttered being "I'm sorry." before she collapsed into darkness.
  
  When she next awoke, she was in an infirmary with a mechanical arm and leg. They told her that the damage was too extensive to save the limbs by the time she was able to be recovered for medical attention. Marta needed to get away from it all. When no one was watching her any longer, she managed(with some difficulty due to not being used to walking on a mechanical leg) to escape and left the conflict. She needed to get away from it all. She needed to leave. And eventually, she joined up with an all-female pirate crew. It seemed like the perfect escape for her.
  
  Skills:
  Moderate Melee user: Trained from a young age to wield any sort of melee weapon, Marta's most taken to any sort of bladed weapon
  Minor Mechanical Ability: Marta knows enough mechanics to be able to maintain her mechanical arm and leg and make any sort of necessary repairs, but that's as far as her ability goes.
  Decent Gunplay: Fighting in an armed conflict, Marta had to learn how to use and maintain guns. She can shoot them and is a decent shot, but don't expect her to hit a fly at a hundred paces or anything.
  Moderate Stealth: For someone that is as loud and brash as Marta is, you wouldn't expect her to be able to remain quite long enough to be stealthy. That is where you are wrong. Marta is very skilled at remaining quiet and move sneakily enough that she can ambush her enemies and take them out before they even know she is there.
  Decent Bartering: As the former Quartermaster for the ship, Marta had been relatively skilled in bartering to acquire goods for the ship in between at ports for resupply. But God forbid that you tried to take more than you were doing from the supplies. They don't call her 'Red Hand Marta' for nothing.
  
  Weaponry: Dalen's Rapier(Made of Damascus Steel with a fuller for lightness and an inlaid handle behind the integral guard. A flintlock pistol, a handful of throwing daggers
  Homeland: Iberia
  Secrets: She's usually pretty tight-lipped about how she got her mechanical arm and leg. The stories tend to change often.

 

[Saturn_moon]

• Basics
• Appearance
• Persona
• Background
• Extra

• 
  Name: Jinora Augustin
  Nickname/s: Nora, Bird
  Age: 23
  Gender: Female
  Sexuality: Heterosexual
  Ethnicity: Half Frank / Half Unknown
  Role: Navigator of the Zephyr Rose
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  Height + Weight: 157cm (5’2”), 43kg (95 lbs)
  Eyes + Hair: Dark brown eyes and black, thick, and wavy hair
  Build: Petite and slender
  
  Attire: Jinora’s standard attire is an over-sized men's shirt tucked into fitted trousers, brown boots and her trusty pair of flying goggles hung around her neck to protect her eyes from the sun or rain while piloting. Around her waist is a small pouch which holds a brass spyglass, a compass (both an actual compass and a geometry compass), and several pencils.
  
  Distinguishing features: She likes to think there's nothing distinguishing about her.
  Body modifications: N/A
  Scars/markings: A crescent-shaped birthmark on her left shoulder
  Face claim:
  
  
• Jinora is an introvert through and through. She would often choose to retreat to her room with a book or pore over a map than head into town for drinks. As such, she often comes across as aloof and reserved to those who do not know her well.
  
  To her crew and those closest to her however, she is known to be quite cheerful and is somewhat of an optimist. Traits not typically associated with a pirate. She is also a dreamer, her head always somewhere in the clouds (no pun intended). Often, they find her absent-mindedly humming to herself while studying her maps, or doing chores, and even while lying in bed at night. Much to the annoyance of her roommates. “Like a little bird that refuses to shut up.” The first mate once commented.
  
  But don’t let her dreaminess and disposition trick you. She has a sharp wit, can curse like a sailor and is fiercely loyal to those who have managed to make their way into her bubble. She does however struggle with the morality of being a pirate having somewhat fallen into this life rather than choosing it.
  
  Likes:
  Flying
  Astronomy
  Reading
  Tea
  Cats (she would bring every stray she finds back to the ship if they let her)
  
  Dislikes:
  Arrogant and entitled people
  Small talk
  Being at the centre of attention
  Rum
  
  Fears:
  Losing people who are important to her
  Being a burden
• Jinora grew up in a small port town of Saint-Clair, located in the south of Francs. She lived with her adoptive father, Pierre Augustin, an elderly ship engineer, in a tiny house (well, it really was more of a hut) at the top of the cliff overlooking the port and shipyard.
  Pierre had found Jinora abandoned on the steps of the local school late one night as he was returning home from a long shift at the shipyard. Although he had intended to drop her off at the orphanage in the larger town thirty minutes away, he quickly grew attached having no children or family of his own and decided to raise her himself.
  
  Determined to see her succeed in life, he pooled together his savings and took up extra shifts to send her to school and even got a tutor to come by once a week. While she flourished in school, it was at the shipyard where she would often go after to help her father that she truly thrived. Initially, the men were confused and wary of the small child who barely reached their hips running around hauling coils of rope and shifting cargo, but they soon warmed up to her and would often bring small gifts from their trips back for her. In the evenings, as the men drank ales from tankards, they recounted stories of exotic faraway lands, taught her how to read maps, and navigate using the stars. After that, Jinora would spend her nights, by a candlelight, poring over maps of every kind and mapping out fantastical adventures in her head.
  
  When she was 15, Pierre passed away leaving Jinora alone. Heartbroken and with little left for her in Saint-Clair, Jinora packed up the little belongings she had and convinced one of ships headed out to take her on board by offering her services as a navigator. After that she jumped from ship to ship, never staying with one crew for more than two journeys, and traveled from Columbia all the way to Nihon and back again. Over time, as her skills improved, she went from simply navigating to piloting entire ships on her own.
  
  Her path crossed with the Zephyr Rose under somewhat complicated circumstances. They had been in the middle of a raid… on the ship that SHE had been piloting. Refusing to give up without a fight (and boy was it a fight) she pushed the cargo ship as fast as it could go, swerving left and right hoping to lose her tail. Unfortunately, her cargo was no match for their much swifter and agile clipper and they eventually caught up. Much to her surprise, when Captain Lucia boarded, she declared she had decided to show mercy and spare their ship. In exchange, she wanted Jinora to join the Zephyr Rose as their pilot and navigator.
  
  Skills:
  - Cartography & Navigation: she first learned to read maps and the stars from the aeronauts who docked at Saint-Clair. Through years of practice and experience in the skies, she has become an expert at it
  
  - Polyglot: Languages came easily to Jinora. With every new crew she traveled with she made it a point to learn as much of their language as she possibly could.
  
  - Somehow always manages to turn produce near the end of its life into a pretty decent meal
  
  Weaponry:
  A flintlock revolver and a damascus steel dagger. Honestly, she would rather leave the fighting to the professionals, but scuffles are unavoidable in the trade of pirates and the last thing Jinora wanted was one of the crew having to look out for her. She refused to be a burden.
  
  Homeland: Francs
  Secret: She is the illegitimate child of King Dominique Beaufort, ruler of Francs (unknown to her)
• 
  Theme song: Still thinking about it.

 

[Blemmigan]

• BASICS
• APPEARANCE
• PERSONA
• BACKGROUND

• 
  
  

  Name: Ada Fryx
  Nickname/s: "Red" or "Red Ada" by some, or, by those who know her well enough, "Rat".
  Age: 25
  Gender: Female
  Sexuality: Bisexual
  Ethnicity: A bit of everything, enough to look some kind of "foreign" to everyone. Most often mistaken for Iberian or Xin.
  Role: Quartermaster
  
  
• 
  
  

  Height + Weight: Roughly 5'7" and 130 lb.
  Eyes: Light brown.
  Hair: Shaved on each side, but long and dyed red in the middle.
  Build: Lithe and athletic rather than strong.
  Attire: Although her clothing may vary underneath, she is usually wearing the same red coat, which thanks to the unnecessary number of pockets is heavier than it looks.
  Distinguishing features: Bright colours make her easy to spot: hair, coat and tattoos, all which counteract the resemblance to her mother.
  Body modifications: A large assortment of tattoos from the neck down, that she's perfectly capable of hiding with her coat but rarely does.
  Scars/markings: Freckled face, and on her body is the usual assortment of scars that come from a life of fighting.
  Artist: Reliah A. Szade on ArtStation
  
  
• Personality: There are two main aspects of Ada's personality. The first is ambition: ambition for money, a night of fun, the conquest of a fear, an answer to the questions in her head... whatever it is, that doesn't matter. If she wants something, she will try to take it. In more recent years this has honed itself as a desire for success, to keep her lifestyle the way she likes it, and to protect those who help it to be that way. She's also learned when to listen to and follow orders, although if her superiors are working towards a goal she doesn't like, she won't keep quiet about it.
  
  The second, more troublesome aspect is her temper. It may have calmed quite a bit since her younger days, but that's little consolation to those who experience it: she is still hot-headed, outspoken and quick to take offence. These days it tends not to last long: by the time the knives are drawn, she's probably already calmed down enough to smile again. Still, that anger can still flare up despite herself, quickly enough to put a stop to whatever calm arguments she might have been preparing. All in all it gives the impression that she's more bark than bite.
  
  She has never been afraid of speaking her mind, nor of having a good time, but if there is a job to be done then her ambition gives her the stubbornness to see it done right. Or, if it proves too much trouble, the foresight to get somebody else to do it for her. Patience is not one of her qualities, and she would much prefer to be doing something useless than to wait.
  
  Likes: Whiskey. Bright colours. Bawdy jokes. Warm weather.
  Dislikes: Feeling trapped (both literally and figuratively). Storms. Selfishness (specifically, not wanting to help her).
  
  Fears: That she will lose control of her life and the place in the world she's built, or that somebody will succeed in taking it away from her.
  There is also that lingering worry that her past will catch up with her if she stays in one place for too long.
  
  
• Bio: Ada was born in the skies. Her mother was Lydia Fryx, captain of the Wildfire. Her father could have been anyone from any port: if her mother knew, she never spoke of him, and Ada never thought to miss him. She had an entire crew as her family, many of whom were closer to her than her mother had ever been, fond of this bold and lively child. Ada pulled her weight on board as soon as she was old enough, and Lydia was always a captain first and mother second. As she got older, Ada sometimes wondered why she'd even had her: she was an only child, as far as she knew. But she never dared to ask, and as the years moved on so did the crew, gradually trickling away each time the Wildfire boarded, replaced with faces that were kindly enough but no replacement for the family she was losing.
  
  Today, Ada can barely remember what the argument was about. Perhaps she had just been looking for a reaction, hoping for discipline from a parent rather than from a captain who seemed more irritated by her behaviour than anything else. But she remembers stewing over it, and waiting for an apology that never came, before they finally docked at a port isle of Vedic: Ada jumped down to help tether the Wildfire, but turned and ran into the crowd.
  
  She was twelve at this time: young enough to not be aware of how stupid she was being and old enough to be put to work. And so she found a place on the first ship that would have her. And she hated it: either she had been enjoying favourable treatment on her mother's ship after all, or this captain was far more cruel. But despite the beatings and the disinterest of her fellow crew, she felt a kind of vindication throughout, that she was capable of doing what she wanted without wishing she was back home, crying like a child and admitting she had been wrong.
  
  Vindicated or not, she soon jumped ship again. She was fast, and reckless, and was small enough to blend in amongst any of the street urchins that swarmed the docks, hoping for food or money or to risk the catonine and stow away in the hold. This was on Elizabeth, and there were plenty of opportunities to learn how to steal and fight. She could have found work again, but there was a thrill in running with others, and as time passed they became older, more of them armed, and the crimes turned from pickpocketing and brawling to mugging, housebreaking and murder.
  
  They couldn't be called a gang, not really: they had no real goal, only to cause trouble for their own benefit, and alliances changed too much to think of them as a single group. They all had names like Louse and Fidget and No Ears. One of the leaders had called her Rat Eater. "'S what they do in Xing," he'd said with authority, and amongst all the laughter it had been difficult to explain that she wasn't from there and, anyway, she didn't know if they did and neither did he. It had just been simpler to hit him with a brick. That, combined with being brash and quick to pass judgement, soon earned her something of a leadership role herself. She settled for just being known as Rat.
  
  Rat didn't hear her real name again for five years, five years spent on land in a country that could have been any other outside of her small, chaotic world. As she grew older she missed the sky, and thought about her mother, wondering if she was still looking for her daughter or if, as Rat had always assumed, she had been relieved to no longer have the responsibility of a child. But she had a crew of her own now. She started to talk more about stealing a boat, telling them she knew all about sailing, promising the younger, more impressionable teenagers wealth and adventure.
  
  She never got the chance. Lurking beside a dockside pub, hunting for a mark, somebody called to her by name, and it took her a few moments to recognise the face. Honest Mo, one of the crew of the Wildfire. "You look just like your mother," she told her, then: "Is she here?"
  
  Honest Mo's absence from the Wildfire turned out to be a dismissal due to theft. "I doubt she'd be pleased to see me," she admitted. "But I've moved up in the world..."
  
  It was a snap decision, but living on snap decisions was what she had been doing all this time. Rat had been getting old, especially old by the standards of her people. A few of her loyal followers had already tried to overthrow her, unconvinced by her talk of ships and sky, and the message was clear: either she joined a real gang of thieves, or she left altogether. The choice was easy, and she was Ada again when she followed Honest Mo aboard the ship, and a new life as part of a pirate crew.
  
  All she knew of ship life was from the half-remembered perspective of a child: even if she had managed to steal a ship, it was unlikely they would have ever taken to the air. But she was stubborn and learned quickly, and the fierceness that had been honed on land found a new outlet in the skies. Honest Mo might have taken her under her wing, but Ada thrived in this new environment, surpassing in skill and ambition the woman whose age and greed kept her tethered in old habits.
  
  And in between the flying and the thieving, hidden amongst those times when she spent her loot and explored the ports, she found herself searching for her mother. Not intently: it was halfhearted, as though she barely noticed that's what she was doing. But Ada would find herself scanning the lists of docked ships, dropping the woman's name in conversations, or waiting to hear it when amongst those swapping tales of loot and conquest. And what she learned was this: Lydia Fryx was not famous, but she was respected. Honourable. Fair. Reliable.
  
  Ada wondered if she found out what had become of her daughter. She wondered what they would say if they ever met. And she wondered if she ought to feel a great deal more shame than she did at the thought of it. Perhaps that was the reason she shied away from speaking her last name, without ever admitting it to herself.
  
  Skills: Being a quick learner who hates sitting still has left her with a variety of skills, some of them half-learnt but all of them put to use.
  For ship life, she can read maps and the stars, plot courses, and has a good general knowledge of which ports have officials easy to bribe or sneak past, and which are best avoided. She has made a habit of gathering information through casual conversation and deciding what is useful to remember.
  She can read, write and perform basic calculations- that is, the kind that are useful for divvying up loot, prompted by a lifetime of suspicion that she wasn't getting her due share.
  Ada can fight, too, of course: whether to intimidate those on a ship she's boarded into handing over their goods, or to defend herself and her own crew. It can't exactly be called graceful, being the kind of skill that is built from years of trial and error rather than solid lessons, but it has been effective so far. She does not fight fair.
  She can speak various phrases in a variety of languages, most of them not fluently, but forcefully enough to get her point across, or enough to listen out for the words that she's interested in.
  
  Weaponry: She carries a pistol, but prefers a knife, with at least two on her person at any one time. They are decorative pieces won in card games over the years, but still sharp enough for use, whether for convenience or cruelty. But even without a weapon, she's unlikely to see sense and back down.
  
  Homeland: On paper, her homeland is where her mother's ship first touched down after her birth: the Republic of Liberia. In practice, she has no real fondness for the place. Nor even for Victoria, where she spent the most time on land.
  
  Secrets: Her insecurities, that she feels them at all: the lingering worry about encountering her mother (if she's still even alive), and that she must have betrayed her by becoming a pirate.
  The rest of it-- her scattered upbringing, her lack of a father-- she doesn't seem to care about people knowing. In her opinion, it was all long enough ago that it means nothing, and even if people decide to call her by her foolish old street name, it could mean anything.