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Flame Demon

Autistic Ace Vampire
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    Name:
    Nickname:
    Age:
    Race: (hybrids are allowed)
    Rank: (humans and sirens have no rank)
    Alliance: (resistance, royals or neutral)
    Occupation:
    Personality:
    Likes:
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Name:
Lamia Othello

Nickname:
Persephone (her fake 'stage' name)

Age:
She typically goes by 100 as that is as far back as she likes to remember but if she were playing tricks she likes to say she's 25

Race:
Siren -her siren form
Lamia can split her tail into legs allowing her to walk on land amongst the humans and vampires. Her scales retract except for on her shoulders, hips, and forearm where they lay flat against the skin. Due to how long she's been alive, Lamia has learned how to freely shift between her 'human' form and her siren form as she pleases. Her singing voice is among the most beautiful in the land and her dancing is a charming compliment she picked up from growing legs. Because of this she is frequently hired to entertain those of higher nobility or those who could afford her prices rather than general pubs and commoners. She prefers spending time on land for the simple fact that people are more interesting than fish.

Alliance:
Neutral - only loyal to currency

Occupation:
Singer/Entertainer - Lurer of Men

Personality:
Cunning | Coquettish | False-hearted | Perceptive | Mischievous

Likes:
Independence | Sweets & Tarts & Human foods | Receiving payment | This song she often sings | Dancing

Dislikes:
Loneliness | Condescendence | Getting cheated | Arrogance | Tight spaces/Small spaces/Enclosed spaces
 
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Name: Renellius Silverblood
Nickname: Ren
Age: 30
Race: Werewolf
Rank: First Mate
Alliance: Neutral
Occupation: Pirate, part of Captain Scarlets crew
Personality: One look at Ren and one would assume he was a cold blooded killer. While this is only partially true, Ren is just doing what he feels is best for the crew. He relays the captains orders as he supposed to, he’s loyal to the pack, to the captain, and to their ways and beliefs. He can be strict and stern but only because he needs the crew at their best, the pack is only as strong as their weakest member. During more intense or heated moments he’s been known to keep a calm demeanor, only losing his cool every now and then to insubordinate crew members, quickly reprimanding them.
Likes:
The sea
Fish
getting paid

Dislikes:
Insubordination
Royals
When the ship is dirty
 
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Nickname: Crow
Age: 32
Race: Human
Alliance: Resistance
Occupation: Alchemist
Personality: Unpredictable, mood swings, selfish, mildly paranoid, loose cannon, perceptive, cunning, & highly intelligent.
Likes: Learning, explosions, gold, innovation, music, and dancing.
Dislikes: Knowledge being withheld from him, running low on materials, Royals, and the mortal limits.
Appearance: (His ears aren't pointed, that's just the best FC I could find)
 
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Name: Lucas
Nickname: N/A
Age: unknown
Race: vampire
Rank: noble
Alliance: Royals
Occupation:
Personality: he is gentle, compassionate, somewhat of a flirt, stubborn
Likes: walks out in the forests, books, shooting guns and fencing, playing viola
Dislikes: preying on the weak, idiots picking a fight or mistreating women and kids, being told what to do

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Name: Lyla
Nickname: N/A
Age:26
Race: werewolf
Rank: alpha daughter
Alliance: resistance
Occupation: shop owner
Personality: sassy, stubborn, wild card
Likes: making clothes, walks, being independent, games, sweets
Dislikes: when someone treats her like she's fragile because she's a girl, being told what to do, ocean, getting dirty, jerk men
 


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General Information
Name:
Calvin Matthews​
Nickname:
Rook.
Or if you're lower rank, then it's Quartermaster Matthews. I worked hard for that fancy hat!​
Age:
Twenty-eight​
Race:
Were​
Rank:
Quartermaster​
Alliance:
Resistance​
Occupation:
Pirate, smuggler, and occasional do-gooder​
Personality:
Brash, quick-witted, and friendly. Also, kinda flirty?
Likes:
Languages, rain, salty air, hats, geese, calling people geese, shouting at geese, and seaweed—the dried kind—for snacking. Oh, and seashells to collect.​
Dislikes:
Vamp nobility and the hats they wear! They think they're so posh. Ifyouvegotone,Iwantonereallybad. Seagulls. And people that are mean for no reason.​



From Potatoes to Pirates

The Golden Rose boasted twelve cannons, two large masts, and a weight of one-hundred and thirteen tons. Bigger ships existed—faster ones, too—but Calvin Matthews loved his Rose the best. He knew all of her quirks. The creaky steps that led below deck, the gap in the window of his quarters that whistled on windy nights, and the false wall behind the captain’s bed that housed the most valuable loot from their “excursions”. Until they could sell it off, that is.

He started life onboard The Rose twelve years ago, right after he turned sixteen. It began with peeling potatoes. That didn’t last long, of course. While the other boys complained and slacked off, Calvin sped past them. Soon, he was working in the kitchen right next to Cookie himself; stewing and serving.

When the helmsman got a bit of gristle caught in his throat, Calvin acted fast and thwacked him hard on the back. ‘Course, the man spat acid and paraded around like he owned the trees they cut the deck from, but they were in the deep blue. Who else knew how to work the wheel?

That’s what he’d told First Mate Edmund Peck when he asked why Calvin had even bothered. Rest of the crew ‘round those tables looked ready to be done with the man, after all. A few were even vocal about it.

Cal remembered someone shouting: “Let the dog choke on his bone and toss ‘em in the drink, boy!”

Well, despite hating the man’s guts just as much as any, Peck saw the wisdom in his actions and offered Calvin a hand up the ladder.

“Quick thinking, that was,” he grumbled that evening. “Might be I need someone like you watching my back.”

It only took a year for Calvin to rise from lowly potato peeler to first mate’s errand boy, and though the work stayed just as hard, the respect he got for it shot off like a firework. Peck started calling him Rookie around that time. He saw the ambition crackle behind Cal’s hen-brown eyes. Rookie got shortened to Rook not long after that, and soon everyone on board called out for him that way.

When the captain retired three years later, Peck took over. Most of the crew left with the original captain. That’s how it usually happened. A few stayed, however.

Rook stayed.

Since then, Captain Edmund Peck had invested a lot of coin into Rook’s education. Tutors and teachers stuffed Rook’s head with reading, writing, maths, and sciences until it ached every day. Not to mention the captain offered every passenger that possessed a smidgen of practical knowledge free passage to teach it to him. Everything from knot-tying to star charting, diplomacy to sword fighting, and historical events to human folklore—Rook heard it all. Though he grasped each topic, he mastered very few…

Except languages. Rook worshipped the spoken word. He became as familiar with them as a salmon with a stream.

On the sixteenth day of the second month of autumn, in his eighth year aboard The Golden Rose, Captain Peck offered Rook the highest rank he had to give. From then on, the crew referred to him as Quartermaster Matthews.

Well, most of them did, anyway. His friends still called him Rook.




 

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