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Name: Neith
Age: Unknown; Likely several centuries
Gender: Female
Species: Cirein-cròin/Beisht Kione Hybrid
Appearance: Due to her nature of being a shapeshifter, Neith has the ability to switch forms. Her first, true form is that of a gargantuan sea serpent, covered in violet-silver scales, dark obsidian scales covering her head, with bleached lavender fins, which line her spine. Her scales are sharp-edged, and she has several rows of dagger-like teeth. Her monstrous form is quite colossal, but she prefers to stick to her less threatening forms, mainly due to mobility and for the sake of socializing. She has glowing light blue-violet eyes in all of her forms.
Her second form is that of a young woman with the lower half of a sea-serpent, though she could be mistaken for a merperson if you didn't notice her lower half. Her straight, smooth hair is the same color as her head-scales of her serpentine form, and is long enough to cloak her entire top half. She looks somewhat foreign, possibly asian, and has pale, creamy skin, dappled with silvery-grey scales along her back, and webbed fingers. Her lower half is almost like a smaller, more silvery version of her monstrous form, though much less pointy and dangerous. She has gills on each side of her neck by the base of her head, as well as a larger pair placed around the bottom of her ribcage.
Her third form is basically the top half of her mer-form with a more human lower half, two legs and everything. She still has webbed fingers and toes, gills, and pointed teeth, as well as the same violet-silver scales along her spine, wrists, and ankles.
She also has the ability to shapeshift into almost any species of saltwater fish, and has bright silver scales whenever she does so.
Personality: Neith is very curious, and moderately social. She has a penchant for mischief, and enjoys investigating wandering sailors. She is quite friendly for a gargantuan man-eating sea monster, and actually prefers not to strike fear into the heart of her enemies unless it's absolutely necessary.
Crush: Open
BF/GF: N/A
Theme: TBA
Other: N/A
Questions/Concerns: N/A
Age: Unknown; Likely several centuries
Gender: Female
Species: Cirein-cròin/Beisht Kione Hybrid
Appearance: Due to her nature of being a shapeshifter, Neith has the ability to switch forms. Her first, true form is that of a gargantuan sea serpent, covered in violet-silver scales, dark obsidian scales covering her head, with bleached lavender fins, which line her spine. Her scales are sharp-edged, and she has several rows of dagger-like teeth. Her monstrous form is quite colossal, but she prefers to stick to her less threatening forms, mainly due to mobility and for the sake of socializing. She has glowing light blue-violet eyes in all of her forms.
Her second form is that of a young woman with the lower half of a sea-serpent, though she could be mistaken for a merperson if you didn't notice her lower half. Her straight, smooth hair is the same color as her head-scales of her serpentine form, and is long enough to cloak her entire top half. She looks somewhat foreign, possibly asian, and has pale, creamy skin, dappled with silvery-grey scales along her back, and webbed fingers. Her lower half is almost like a smaller, more silvery version of her monstrous form, though much less pointy and dangerous. She has gills on each side of her neck by the base of her head, as well as a larger pair placed around the bottom of her ribcage.
Her third form is basically the top half of her mer-form with a more human lower half, two legs and everything. She still has webbed fingers and toes, gills, and pointed teeth, as well as the same violet-silver scales along her spine, wrists, and ankles.
She also has the ability to shapeshift into almost any species of saltwater fish, and has bright silver scales whenever she does so.
Personality: Neith is very curious, and moderately social. She has a penchant for mischief, and enjoys investigating wandering sailors. She is quite friendly for a gargantuan man-eating sea monster, and actually prefers not to strike fear into the heart of her enemies unless it's absolutely necessary.
Crush: Open
BF/GF: N/A
Theme: TBA
Other: N/A
Questions/Concerns: N/A
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Name: Lành Ceto
Age: 25
Gender: Genderfluid
Ship: The Night's Corsair
Position: Sailor, swordsperson, seems to know a little bit of everything.
Appearance: Lành is fairly plain in appearance, with wavy, shoulder-length brown hair, hazel colored eyes, and tan, freckled skin. Their slightly-pointed ears have numerous piercings, and they tend to wear more plain, simple clothing. They have a tall and somewhat willow-like body type, elegant and careful with their movements. They're fairly androgynous, though their features lean towards feminine. They seem to be somewhat resistant to most forms of magic, including siren-song, perhaps due to some mythological ancestry? They have a blue-green tattoo of a sea serpent on their back, twisting around to wrap over their shoulder and up the left side of their neck.
Personality: Lành is a very sturdy and calm, unimpressed by most people. They are quite talented at music and learning the basics of things but never actually doing anything with those gained skills. They prefer more calming activities like wood carving and music, though they are decent with a sword. Lành has a very mellow, peacekeeping personality, and in generally uninterested in romantic relationships, save for a few exceptions.
Crush: Sean eventually maybe??
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Theme: TBA
Other: N/A
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Name: Lành Ceto
Age: 25
Gender: Genderfluid
Ship: The Night's Corsair
Position: Sailor, swordsperson, seems to know a little bit of everything.
Appearance: Lành is fairly plain in appearance, with wavy, shoulder-length brown hair, hazel colored eyes, and tan, freckled skin. Their slightly-pointed ears have numerous piercings, and they tend to wear more plain, simple clothing. They have a tall and somewhat willow-like body type, elegant and careful with their movements. They're fairly androgynous, though their features lean towards feminine. They seem to be somewhat resistant to most forms of magic, including siren-song, perhaps due to some mythological ancestry? They have a blue-green tattoo of a sea serpent on their back, twisting around to wrap over their shoulder and up the left side of their neck.
Personality: Lành is a very sturdy and calm, unimpressed by most people. They are quite talented at music and learning the basics of things but never actually doing anything with those gained skills. They prefer more calming activities like wood carving and music, though they are decent with a sword. Lành has a very mellow, peacekeeping personality, and in generally uninterested in romantic relationships, save for a few exceptions.
Crush: Sean eventually maybe??
BF/GF: N/A
Theme: TBA
Other: N/A
Questions/Concerns: N/A
Hazarashi was swimming along the sea floor, darting between spaces in coral and rocks while trying to catch up with the whale-thing. He never dared to go to the surface after his fellow sea creatures warned him that the things above were mean. "Maybe not all of them...are mean?" He mumbled to himself, not realizing that he was floating towards the surface. Haza jumped slightly as he heard voices, then quickly darted underwater. He was shaking uncontrollably as he turned back into a seal. 'T-They saw me, and they'll hunt me down...i'll be endangering my species! I wish I never came up..' The seal was horrified of the possible outcomes.
"Hey Cap-" His voice was cut off when he noticed his captain asleep. He gently sighed and quietly walked out. As Riurel went onto the deck, he noticed Madelyn near the railing. "Doesn't that bother you?" Riu called out, silently debating if he should join her. He decided against so, he still had work to do. Before he could resume whatever he was doing, he noticed a mop of silver in the water. "One of those sea creature things? What'cha doing so close to the surface?" Riu called yet again, startling the poor seal back into the ocean. "Shy, huh? Nevermind." He chuckled and yet again resumed whatever he was doing.
She whistled as she walked to the ship's deck, trying to ignore her pounding headache, when she noticed a small commotion happening ahead. She immediately noticed an unfamiliar man and narrowed her eyes as she stalked forward. She might not have spent very much time with most of her crew, but she could easily tell that the man wasn't one of hers- there were very few men in her crew, and he just seemed out of place. "Oi! I'd suggest that you step away from the lass, 'fore you find yerself with a bullet in ya!" She called out, reaching for her pistol- and then her fingers found nothing. She seemed to have left it in her quarters, and she cussed quietly as she grabbed her cutlass- hopefully she wouldn't need to use it. It's been quite awhile since she hadn't had some kind of gun in reach and ready to fire.
(Tfw u don't post 5ever then suddenly write a lot
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Name: Yachi Kasuma
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Ship: Night's Corsair
Position: Co-Captain
Appearance: Please refer to the picture above. Usually wears punkish sorts of clothes, usually purple or black or a combination of both. Usually elegant. Has black hair, but strangely looks purple in some lights.
Personality: Yachi is well-mannered and a glib speaker, but doesn't expect the same from others. No mater how or what you speak, as long as you respect his position he will show you the same respect. Like most pirates, he loves treasure, and will fight for it. He will also fight for anyone he feels loyalty for, such as Captain Winters. For his captain, he will sail anywhere, fight anyone, and give up--no, actually, he would never give up his treasure. Sorry Captain. But he expects the same loyalty from the crew he--somewhat--commands. Cross him and you will find yourself at the pointy end of his sword or--in the most cliche way possible--walking the plank! Overall, Yachi is a happy and joking sort of Co-Captain with a hearty greed for treasure and a strong loyalty to his captain.
Crush: None at the moment.
BF/GF: None at the moment, either open.
Theme: Moon-Viewing Recital
Other: Nothing, capt'n.
Questions/Concerns: None thus far.
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Name: Akemi Higashi
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Ship: Night's Corsair
Position: Cook
Appearance: Like Yachi, Akemi often wears punkish sorts of clothes, though she usually sticks to black and red. She also wears spiked accessories. When she cooks, she wears a black and red apron over whatever else she's wearing, along with a specially-made black chef's hat. Her hair has a red streak, on the right side--her right--of her bangs.
Personality: Akemi is usually straight-faced, sneering perhaps or getting irritated on occasion, but still keeping a stoic expression most of the time. When she does smile, it's to seduce or make fun. Like this, she keeps most of her emotions bottled up inside to explode in private--where the food is not kept. She doesn't usually take her out on people, but if you irritate her expect a leer or perhaps a restriction on your diet. She is the chef, after all, and thus has the power to not feed you. So perhaps you should watch your tongue around her? If she is ever truly happy, it will not be easy to see. You will have to notice the smallest of changes to see that she enjoys where she is or who she is with. Right now, she likes only a few people on the ship. If you fully anger her, expect a bullet between your eyes. If ever in love, Akemi will be the type to deny it, admire from afar, and most likely never confess.
Crush: None at the moment.
BF/GF: None at the moment, either open.
Theme: Ah, It's a Wonderful Cat's Life
Other: Nothin' to say, Capt'n.
Questions/Concerns: None thus far.
". . . Mother? . . . You can call me however you like, my child."
"When humans fall down here, strangely... I... I often feel like I already know them. Truthfully, when I first saw you, I felt... ... like I was seeing an old friend for the first time."
"Be good, won't you? My child . . ."
Sean: //he looked away from their earing, since the glare was hitting him straight in the eye/ Watch where you aim that thing before someone goes blind-- //he sneered at Lánh, wincing away/ And whats more suspicious than these point ears! //he said, pinching one of their pointed ears and shaking it around a little/ Someone sporting ears like those have to be some sort of shape shifter. And how are you supposed to know what a mer-person smells like if youre human! //Sean stated in a powerful, self impressed voice, trying to call Lánh out on being a sea creature instead of him, since he really didnt share any signs or traits of being from the ocean at all besides smelling of sea water, which almost anyone would smell like that if theyve been out at sea long enough.
❝Giving up saying, 'I'd rather', that's not an option.❞
Yachi was dreaming, and it was a good dream. In fact, it was one of the best dreams he'd had in a long while. So, of course, he was violently awoken for no apparent reason. Finding himself on the floor with a new bump on his head instead of bathing in a shower of gold coins--which didn't hurt for some odd reason--was quite disappointing. Sitting up and rubbing the back of his head he sighed. All good things must come to an end, he supposed. Standing up and brushing himself off, straightening his clothes and hat, he decided to check above deck. He could have sworn he heard a bit of a commotion going on. Making his way up top didn't take too long, and he soon found the Captain, two crew members, and a stranger gathered there. The Captain wasn't too happy, if the savage look on her face was anything to go by, and neither were the other two crew members. It seemed the stranger--who reeked of the sea--had caused tension. Yachi had to wonder what exactly the good-looking man had done. He wouldn't deny the attractiveness of the stranger, he wasn't ignorant of his own preferences, but he wouldn't allow him to mess with his Captain and crew either. "Gee, you try to catch a bit of shut eye and you miss everything." He said, announcing his presence. He approached the group and stood nearby his Captain, his hand resting on the handle of his sword, sheathed in a scabbard he kept on his waist, in case she needed back-up--not that he thought she would. His Captain always had the situation under control, which he admired. But if she did need help, his posture clearly stated that she would have it.
❝Let's go together, yeah? Come on, let's break 'alone'!❞
". . . Mother? . . . You can call me however you like, my child."
"When humans fall down here, strangely... I... I often feel like I already know them. Truthfully, when I first saw you, I felt... ... like I was seeing an old friend for the first time."
"Be good, won't you? My child . . ."