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❝sᴏᴍᴇ ʟᴇɢᴇɴᴅs ᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴏʟᴅ, sᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴜʀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴜsᴛ ᴏʀ ᴛᴏɢᴏʟᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴍᴇ ; ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴍᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴄᴇɴᴛᴜʀɪᴇs.❞━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Jᴀᴍᴇs Tʜᴏᴍᴀs Tʏɴᴅᴀʟʟ
ᴍᴀʟᴇ ✕ 17 ✕ Dᴇᴄ. 07 ✕ ᴛᴏʀᴛᴜɢᴀ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʀɪʙʙᴇᴀɴ ✕ ʀᴏʙᴇʀᴛ ᴅᴏᴡɴᴇʏ ᴊʀ ━
[ j ] ames’ general, physical ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ makes him look older than he is. Jim’s head is covered in tangled, dark brown hair that sticks out in nearly every direction ,and the only combing it ever gets is from his fingers. The boy has hazel eyes which apparently are just like his mother’s. He wouldn’t know; he can’t remember her. Jim has realitevly defined cheekbones, a long, sharp jaw, and straight dark brows. His overall complexion is lean, thin, but any bulk he has is muscle. He’s got long legs. His hands are rought to the touch, calloused from working aboard a pirate ship, with bony fingers and protruding knuckles. His clothing is simple; an old linen sailing shirt, brown trousers ripped up to just below the knee, and cloth shoes. Well, if you can call them that. His father made them for him when he was six, since his feet took far too long to form suitable callouses so they wouldn't keep on getting cut and scraped and bruised all the time; all they are are long strips of cloth wound around his feet and ankles and tied together firmly.
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━━ ✕ ǫᴜɪᴇᴛ ✕ ʀᴜᴅᴇ ✕ ɪǫ: 170 ✕ ʙᴀᴅ sᴇɴsᴇ ᴏғ ʜᴜᴍᴏᴜʀ ✕ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘɪʀᴀᴛᴇ ʟᴇxɪᴄᴏɴ ━━━
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[ i ] n possession of a quiet and anti-social ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ, James never says something unless he finds it absolutely necessary to. The only person he openly talks to is his brother; sure, they get into fights, but the they only have are each other, and they both know that, so they’re quite close and are as tight as siblings can get, really. Although he’s quiet, James is a big thinker. He’s extremely intelligent and has taught himself how to read- at a moderate level, but he picks up things incredibly quickly. With an IQ of 170, it’s easy to see why. Jim keeps most of his thoughts to himself, however, and doesn’t like sharing his thoughts with other people. Although he’s extremely close to his brother, even he doesn’t tell him everything that goes on in that big head of his. Thomas knows he’s intelligent, which can be a bit of a problem. He’ll make a smart-aleck comment on board deck; a rude comment about someone, which will usually earn him a cuff on the side of the head from his brother and a few annoyed growls from other pirates, often accompanied with the words ‘is he insulting me? Are you insulting me, eh?’ Tom won’t deny it’s fun aggravating people, but after two years aboard a pirate ship, he’s finally learned how to somewhat rein his attitude in.
[ a ] round an attractive girl or boy, however, that he’s close to, James is the complete opposite of a cold, stoic young man. If he thinks you’re attractive and you compliment him and you've known each other for forever, he’ll blush on 95% of all cases and will turn all shy and awkward, shuffling his feet a lot and refusing to meet your eyes. He’s absolutely hopeless when it comes to romance. He doesn’t know his way around, and will never make a move on someone. He’ll try things to get someone’s attention, but never be direct about it. He often thinks he wouldn’t be good enough anyways, and that they’re intimidating; just a little, so he’ll leave the people he’s crushing on alone.━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Jɪᴍᴍʏ Jɪᴍ | Tᴏᴍ
ʙɪsᴇxᴜᴀʟ ✕ ᴅᴇᴍɪ-ʙɪʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ ✕ sɪɴɢʟᴇ ✕ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ━━━━━━━━━━━
[ h ] is ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ begins in the town of Tortuga. Built upon the rising land surrounding a bay in the Caribbean ocean with the money from looted ships, Tortuga has always been a pretty poor place, its flaw being that it almost wholly depends on the East India Trading Company to supply it with what it needs. Well, and it relies on the pirates that steal from those ships. Occasionally the people will take from the wilderness around the town, but it is rare. James would like to say he was born on a pirate ship, but it happened when his mother had a sudden labour and gave birth to an unhealthy premature boy. She dies during childbirth, unfortuanetly. James had to be cut out of his mother, and she didn’t survive the operation. It was a tragic business, a cloudy business for the rest of the family. James doesn’t feel any type of guilt for the death of his mother. He has nothing to say sorry for. He was born because his parents stayed too long in bed, not his fault. Anyways, as the religious would say, it was god’s will.
[ j ] ames was born into the pirate life. Once his father had packed his bags, he gave three-month old James, wrapped up in a blanket, to his daughter, and they were on board the ship again. James was a quiet baby, thank goodness, but that would later become the cause of his downfall. He grew up aboard a pirate ship with only a father and two older siblings, what more is there to say about his upbringing? Not much, truth be told, just that it was never really completed. His father was Captain of the ship, but there were sme conspiracists that scrubbed the dark corners of the deck that whispered rumours about him, about how he was a tyrant, about how they never got their right rations, that their loot was always smaller than that of the others. Naturally, five inexperienced fighters going against the entire rest of the crew and their captain would either spill their blood on the decks, or it would be a marooning. Taking it big-scale was not an option, so they sought out another source to take their anger out on.
[ f ] or three years, James became the personal punching bag of these men who despised his father. He was only six years old when they first started, when they finally decided that they would have nothing less than something living, something with a beating heart, a quivering thing in their chest that kept them alive. The smartest choice was to go for James Valentine, the captain’s son, and take out anger, resentment and hate on him. That was exactly what they did, and,rest assured, it was said just as easily as it was done. James has an inability to stand up for himself through periods of tormentation. He doesn’t cry out, he doesn’t spill tears. He’s reserved, withdrawn from most people, and so it made it difficult for James, given his social anxiety, to approach someone and tell them that he was being, in essence, bullied, by men five times his age and five times his size. He had nightmares, anxiety attacks, panic attacks ever since he was a child, and he’s had them ever since, unable to rid himself of that insufferable burden that he drags along with himself everywhere he goes. He envisions his life similar to that of Atlas’; trapped in one place, crushed by an overwhelming weight.
[ t ] hen, a storm. A terrifying and violent episode of thunder and lingthning erupted upon the deep carribbean sea. The wind was messing up everything, tangling the ropes up, the rain soaked poor James up to the bone. Not seven minutes later, that cold discomfort wouldn’t matter. Woken by both the storm and a panic attack induced by a nightmare, James staggered out onto deck to the sound of men shouting. He collapsed into the corner of the deck, slumped down against the wall, clutching his skinny chest as he fought to overcome his breathing problems, his asthma. His vision was slowly fading, his breathing now desperate as he clung onto consciousness in a desperatee state. The slpash of cannon balls being dropped into the water to lighten the load made him crawl to a railing hole and look down. Giddy from the black waves below, he reteated quickly enough, his breathing slowed. He was losing his orientation, and the devil got ot him that day, saw him, and seized his chance to add another man to his legion of sinners. All James remembers is him going under, but he knows who did it.
[ h ] e awoke a day or so later beneath white sails, the top of the mast adorned with the Union Jack. The Royal Navy, he thought, before slipping back to sleep. When he next roused himself, he found he had been deposited beneath a bridge in Port Royal that stretched out across a spot of beach. Curled up on the sand, he recalled everything with a stoic bitterness. After deciding he was being an idiot mulling thse things over, he picked himself up and built himself a new life.
[ j ] ames wasn’t alone. He was presumed dead to the pirate world, but to that of King’s men, he wasn’t known. He became an artist. A year later, when he was ten, he knew the precise movements required to slip one’s fingers into a coat-pocket, how to work a brooch off a breastpocket without tugging at the fabric. Every trinket he collected, every sou he took he added to his masterpiece, and out of this piracy he wrought himself a new life. James still searches for his family, and he wants to go back to the sea and find them.
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━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ᴘ ɪ ʀ ᴀ ᴛ ᴇ❝ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴀsɪᴇsᴛ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ʀɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ ᴏғ ᴀ ɴɪɢʜᴛᴍᴀʀᴇ ɪs ʙʏ ᴋɪʟʟɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ.❞ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
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❝ sʜᴇ's ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ, sʜᴇ's ɢʀᴀᴄᴇ, sʜᴇ ᴡɪʟʟᴘᴜɴᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀᴄᴇ.❞
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ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ✕ 16 ✕ ᴊᴜʟ. 31 ✕ ᴘᴏʀᴛ ʀᴏʏᴀʟ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʀɪʙʙᴇᴀɴ ✕ ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟ ʀᴇᴇᴅ ━
[ f ] ierce, hot-tempered, and confident, Alayna's ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ is what's required from someone like her. Her confidence means she never misses a mark- and she makes every single arrow count. Her bow is forged from iron, with an oak core, and every arrow is delicately carved from iron. She can sing a crew of pirates to sleep with just a lullaby from her bow. Al knows how and when to hold her tongue when necessary, and is an excellent actress, much to her advantage. She's good at getting what she wants from other people, and, in particular, information. Alayna follows in her father's footsteps, and proves to be an epitome of badassery in women, but sometimes she feels more like a soldier than her own person, more like a pawn to the King of England. However, she does take her job in His Majesty's Royal Navy seriously, and will gladly stick an arrow in someone who says that having a woman on board is bad luck. The worst thing you can do is underestimate Al. Many people do- they scorn the idea of using such primitive weaponry when pistols and gunpowder have already been in use for a few decades. Al pays no attention to those people. She's never one to walk away from an honest challenge, which can get her into trouble or worse, and is braver than half the sea-dogs His Majesty employed for the navy. She's an excellent swimmer and archer, but her lean muscles prove that she's not good at hand-to-hand combat. She's working on it with her father. Her fatal flaws include her temper, her bravery, and her confidence. Although she doesn't boast out loud, she can so so to inflate her inner ego, which can be a massive problem in a life-or-death situation. Al either likes you or she'd like to skewer your guts on an arrow like a satay; there's no inbetween. She hates feeling weak, and doesn't cry in public. She won't even cry in front of her father anymore.
[ p ] ort Royal in 1950 was quite a busy town, although it's hardly changed in the past two decades or so. Alayna’s ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ begins when she was born in Port Royal, and Port Royal is what she truly considers to be her home. However, it was at the age of three that she was acquainted with another little girl from Port Royal; Cordelia Asplin. Cordelia and Al practically grew up side-by-side; they were each others’ halves. They went through everything together; Cordelia’s lavish parties, the death of her mother, and their childhoods were woven around this one timeless bond; friendship. But Cordelia was not the only person Al looked up to. Alyana takes after her father quite a bit; she always has. She grew up close to him, ad he taught her everything she knows- well, almost everything. He taught her to read, and shoot, and told her that family is the most important thing in the world. As such, you can imagine they got on pretty well. However, he gave her a lot, and in return, she was expected to obey him, and follow him. At the age of thirteen, and, much to her distaste, her father took her out of her social life to train with her for hours and days on end. It was all for one thing; to enter the Royal Navy, and to become a Sea Shepherd, a person dedicated to overseeing trade for the people, a person to purge the Caribbean from Pirates. Unfortunately, when Al was sixteen, Cordelia announced to her that she’d be leaving to join the Pirates. Alayna wasn’t excited about it, although she understood why. As such, she’s careful when doing her job; she would never willingly harm her friend. Currently, she fights and trains and lives with her father and a whole lot of crew members aboard The Interceptor, one of the Royal Navy’s finest and fastest ships. She’s determined to make her father proud, since, often, she feels he’s all she’s got.
[ t ] here’s just a few more things you might need to know about Al. She’s not straight as a stick, that’s for sure. Alayna is a demiromantic asexual, so if you think she’d flirting with you to get your heart, you’re absolutely wrong. Chances are she just wants something from you that she’ll only be able to gain with trust, so that’s how she plays the game. Because of a malformation of the tissue when she was born as a premature, Alayna is infertile, meaning she can’t have biological children. Not that she’s concerned about it anyways, she doesn’t want children. Nasty, noisy, annoying little things. Thirdly, she’s married to her work. It’s what she lives for, it’s what her entire being is constituted of, and she’s not about to let go of it.
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⎡ aquilus ⁌ zander ⁍ tereis ⎤
⎣ M E R M A N ⎦
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[ l ] iving in the underwater kingdom of the merfolk with no protection whatsoever from ships, human nets, and more powerful inhabitants of the sea has taught Aquilus quite a few things. One of them is to keep his head down, to not speak unless spoken to, and stay out of sight. Although the ruler of their kingdom is just and quite the opposite of tyrannical, the inequality hierarchy brings cannot be helped. Shied down by the people of his past and present, Alex huddles up in the corners of rock faces to sleep and ignores whatever discomfort he received for it every night. Aquilus considers it a miracle that he's still alive. If he's being quite frank, he should have been dead ages ago; should've been mauled to death by a shark or stung by a box jellyfish or killed by the mermaids that work for Azalea. Alex supposes the only reason he's alive is because of the reasonable precautions he's been taking ever since he found himself homeless. And so he keeps quiet. Whenever someone of higher status passes him, he slinks back into the shadows, unwilling to be seen. As such, his social life is severely limited. Alex is also very awkward when someone tries to talk to him; especially when they compliment him. In cases of that, he either shies away or scowls, thinking that he's being mocked. Friends that can judge him are not his strong spot, so he has none. He’s fascinated by humans.
[ t ] he merman’s fatal flaw within his ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ is his pessimistic attitude, simply because it will hardly get him anywhere. Although this has been heavily influenced by his past, Aquilus is unable to let go of everything completely, and he sees himself trapped up in a cage with no possible way out- and although he doesn’t realise it yet, the key to unlocking the cage is right in front of him. All he needs to do is open up a little more. The problem is that this pessimism can land Alex into trouble. A lot of trouble. Alex is pretty intelligent, however, and knows what to look out for, which is a bonus. He’s learned from his childhood experiences… one of those is not to be open towards people, not to trust any of his kin. He wants to, but he can’t find it in himself to. Inside, he’s just terrified that he’ll be swept away by someone else’s tide before being spat back out of their little circle of life. He’s just afraid.
❛ғᴀᴄᴇᴄʟᴀɪᴍ: aaron taylor-johnson
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✚ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ᴍᴀʟᴇ
ᴀɢᴇ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ 20
ᴅᴇᴍɪsᴇxᴜᴀʟ-ʜᴏᴍᴏsᴇxᴜᴀʟ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ᴅᴇᴍɪʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ-ʜᴏᴍᴏʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ
B A D B L O O D ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ʙᴀsᴛɪʟʟᴇ
▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[ h ] [ a ] quilus was born in the Caribbean sea a little over fifty years ago, although by now, he’s lost track of the years. He’s lost track of when his name-day is. Really, his ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ is quite simple. Although he's that old, he appears to be a mere twenty years old. As a child, Aquilus was always extremely explorative, and he was energetic, just as all merchildren were. He loved both his parents, learned to dislike humans, and memorised every threat the two-legged oddities above the surface posed to the merpeople. He grew up with a family and went to sleep every night with proper food in his stomach. However, as he neared his early teens, his parents began to realise perhaps he wasn’t exactly like all the other merchildren. He stopped playing all the time and once confessed to his parents that he didn’t like hanging around them all, because he felt… different. They didn’t know what to do about it, so just comforted him and told him it would pass, he would learn. Romance wasn’t an uncommon thing; flirting, dating- he was surrounded by the whole package. Some mermaids would try to make an advance n him, but when they did, he felt nothing. No attraction, nothing at all. He didn’t know what to do about it. Aquilus wanted to be like all his peers, he wanted to just fit in. It wasn’t as easy as he’d hoped.
[ h ] e started experimenting with his emotions. He found himself a pretty mermaid who gave up on his three days after they’d gotten together because apparently he was ‘boring,’ ‘awkward’ and ‘clueless.’ That wasn’t entirely wrong, but Aquilus had felt no tingling in his chest when they’d kissed, nothing at all, and definitely no desire to go anywhere with the relationship. The more he thought about it, the more afraid he was that he was, truly, different. What if he… only liked men? Only liked certain men? That had to be it. He had a small, insecure affair with another merman that lasted for about two months, and that was that. He knew, and he didn’t know how to go about it. Could he put on the act and follow the way most people were going? Aquilus would have straightaway gone out with men, had his parents not been there. He knew he couldn’t keep it a secret forever, though, so one evening, he did what the humans call ‘coming out of the closet,’ apparently. He finds it a strange metaphor. His father was furious, and yelled obscenities at his son over dinner whilst his mother retired to her room to presumably cry. The moment the words ‘dad, I think I like men’ came out of his mouth, he regretted having ever said them out loud. His father disowned him, and he’s been on the streets ever since. A week later, he paid his father a visit, and the only thing he found out was that his mother had been killed by their human enemies, the hunters. Aquilus never went back home.
⎽⎽⎽⎽⎽⎽⎽⎽⎽⎽⎽⎽⎽⎽⎽⎽⎽⎽⎽⎽⎽⎽ ❛beware the fangs, beware the claws of my kin
mine will only shrink from you ;; ⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺R E L A T I O N S H I P S
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siblings ;; ɴᴏɴᴇ
mother ;; ɴᴀᴍᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ ; ʟᴏᴠᴇ: 3/10 [open]
father ;; ɴᴀᴍᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ ; ʟᴏᴠᴇ: 2/10 [open]
friends ;; ɴᴀᴍᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ ; ɴᴀᴍᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ ; ɴᴀᴍᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ
enemies ;; ᴀʟʟ ᴘɪʀᴀᴛᴇs ; ɴᴀᴍᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ ; ɴᴀᴍᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ
future lover ;; ᴠᴀᴜɢʜɴ søʀᴇɴsᴏɴ
[ a ] quilus' general opinion on the simple 'trimming down of the human population' isn't positive. He doesn't like the idea of killing people like that, so he leaves it to the rest of the people to deal with. It's not like he has enough energy to chase after anything faster than a grouper. He doesn't like the taste of human flesh, and will only kill if necessary. He hisses and bares his sharp teeth to anyone he's afraid of, and any type of violence from him generally comes in self-defence.
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⎡ corynne ⁌ cora ⁍ nyström ⎤
⎣ M E R M A I D ; R O Y A L ⎦
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[ a ] complete and utter sassmachine, Corynne Nyström gets her way around with words, not action. She’s good at making comebacks, and easily gets on the nerves of other people, but apart from that, she’s great to have around. She likes dragging at least one of her siblings to go exploring somewhere, and if she’s caught parading about on land by one of them, she’ll always find some way or another to blackmail them into not going off on a blab to their parents. Cora never stays silent at the dinner table, and has always got remarks to made. Put the rudeness aside, and you’re left with someone who will crack a joke at any random point in time, and who’s always bubbly and smiling. Cora tries to stay optimistic, but will occasionally get sudden breakdowns from all the negative emotions she keeps stowed away.
❛ғᴀᴄᴇᴄʟᴀɪᴍ: sophie turner
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✚ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ
ᴀɢᴇ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ 17
ᴅᴇᴍɪsᴇxᴜᴀʟ-ʜᴇᴛᴇʀᴏsᴇxᴜᴀʟ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ʜᴇᴛᴇʀᴏʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ
U N D E R W A T E R ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ᴍɪᴋᴀ
▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[ c ] ora never breached the surface of the ocean until she was twelve. Although she’s nowhere near in line for the throne (and is glad for that, since she doesn’t want responsibility), her parents never let her go up to the human world. So she stayed silent, although the curiosity simmered. Naturally, she’s seen her people at work, on humans; the slaughter, the luring, the tricksy ways of the merfolk. But she didn’t like it; perhaps she was too young to understand, but the weight of the unknown was becoming too heavy for her to bear. The first time she went up, she happened upon a pirate ship, and watched, fascinated, from a distance. One pirate saw her, pointed her out, and before she could get away, they’d thrown nets. She was hauled on board, but violence overtook her, and she bit at the throat of on of the men holding her down, and disappeared with a nasty hook lodged in the left, upper side of her tail. What remains from the wound is a line of scar tissue about the length of her index finger. Her parents were furious, naturally, but she was sickened. The pirate had been her first kill. Her first human kill. For two more years, she stayed underwater, until she decided to put the past aside, and to experience it properly. She’s now fascinated by humans, and sneaks into Port Royal every now and then to see how the humans there live their lives. Then she returns, back into the waters of the Caribbean, and plays the role of a princess once more.
⎽⎽⎽⎽⎽⎽⎽⎽⎽⎽⎽⎽⎽⎽⎽⎽⎽⎽⎽⎽⎽⎽⎽⎽⎽⎽⎽⎽⎽⎽⎽⎽⎽⎽⎽⎽ ❛keep your head high, princess
lest your crown should fall ;; ⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺R E L A T I O N S H I P S
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siblings ;; ᴄᴀsᴘɪᴀɴ ; ʟᴏᴠᴇ: 9/10
mother ;; ɴᴀᴍᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ ; ʟᴏᴠᴇ: ?/10 [open]
father ;; ɴᴀᴍᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ ; ʟᴏᴠᴇ: ?/10 [open]
friends ;; ɴᴀᴍᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ ; ɴᴀᴍᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ ; ɴᴀᴍᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ
enemies ;; ᴀʟʟ ᴘɪʀᴀᴛᴇs ; ɴᴀᴍᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ ; ɴᴀᴍᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ
lover ;; ɴᴀᴍᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ
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⎡ caidan ⁌ yan ⁍ anson ⎤
⎣ H U M A N ; I N F O R M A T I O N⎦
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[ c ] aidan is not the type of person you'd expect to find at large events, die to his social problems, especially when it comes to the higher classes. Caidan is shy but witty, albeit respectful and polite to those he seems to be his direct superiors. He can be charming one minute, and asshole next, but it's difficult to tell what he really is thinking or feeling in a single moment. He is excellent at impersonation, and is sometimes nicknamed 'the Janus,' after the Greek god of two faces, since he often adapts the role of another person. Caidan is an expert on how society works, along with being an expert on how crippled it is. He believes in mermaids, and if someone tells him he's being ridiculous, he tells them back that they ought to go explore every single cubic centimetre of the ocean, and then tell him wether of not they exist. He's easily offended and easily wound up, which is an issue, and also his fatal flaw.
❛ғᴀᴄᴇᴄʟᴀɪᴍ: andrew garfield
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✚ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ᴍᴀʟᴇ
ᴀɢᴇ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ 18
ᴅᴇᴍɪsᴇxᴜᴀʟ-ʙɪsᴇxᴜᴀʟ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ʙɪʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ
F L A W S ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ʙᴀsᴛɪʟʟᴇ
▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[ u ] nlike most people around him, Caidan was born in London, England, a little over eighteen years ago. Deposited at the orphanage at the age of three, Caidan grew up without any knowledge of his parentage. But soon enough, he would decide that that didn't matter, and that to survive, he would need to press forwards. The children in the orphanage hated him, in particular the older ones. Hardly anything was supervised there- no education was put forwards, all the children got were rags for toys and meals. Caidan ran away from the orphanage at the age of eight, after having suffered through five years of physical abuse from the older children there. He learned to run, he did, zipping his way around and through crowds of people, navigating his way around a town he'd hardly seen, but he could picture it all like a map in his head. With only the knowledge that he had anscestral roots in Germany, he ran. He caught a ship on its way across the English Channel, where he remained a stowaway. Unfortunately, the voyage took an unexpected turn. They were called in to change route- to the Caribbean. The journey was long and difficult, and Caidan hated it. But he supposed it was worth it. Putting his past behind himself, he chose a different life; and a different identity. No longer called Walter Faust, he became Caidan, the boy who ran. For years, he fell prey to a dishonest life; stealing from people, pickpocketing them, tricking them. Until one day, he was recruited, by the tricksy and clever Gustave Delacroix. Delacroix offered him a purpose in the world, and a chance to use his extraordinary ability to run. He offered Caidan the job of an information runner, meaning he would go all around Port Royal, and perhaps beyond, to seek information Delacroix would need. All that, in return for a wage. Although the payment is nowhere near decent, Caidan enjoys what he does, and now, instead of running to steal, he runs for Delacroix- and for some gold.
⎽⎽⎽⎽⎽⎽⎽⎽ ❛there's something ahead of you, there's something behind you
run, boy, run ;; ⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺R E L A T I O N S H I P S
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siblings ;; ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ
mother ;; ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ
father ;; ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ
friends ;; ɴᴀᴍᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ ; ɴᴀᴍᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ ; ɴᴀᴍᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ
employer ;; ɢᴜsᴛᴀᴠᴇ ᴅᴇʟᴀᴄʀᴏɪx
enemies ;; ɴᴀᴍᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ ; ɴᴀᴍᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ
lover ;; ɴᴀᴍᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ
