By Blood or By Gold: Pirates of Nassau

Nassau, and the Surrounding Waters

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Fae Ratchet [13] "Careful, it's really sharp."
Dáire Esbon [11] "Fancy a good time?"
Captain Jack Janye of the Harbinger [11] "Careful Sailor, these be troubled waters..."
Aja Rai [9] "For what we want the most, there is be a cost to be paid in the end."
Jaya "The Bogeyman"Perang [9] "I am no child's tale, I am the real nightmare."
Irukandji [8] "It's mostly harmless. Mostly."
Robyn Sheva: The Crimson Lady [8] "You don't know me or my tale, so don't act like it..."
Enzo Dargis [8] "... where'd I leave my gun?" - Enzo Dargis as he gets himself involved in a pirate duel.
Xerxes Gaspari [7] "I'm not dead yet."
Keith Jeremiah Smith [5] "I may not be the best out there, but I'm willing to give it a shot"

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Character Portrait: Robyn Sheva: The Crimson Lady Character Portrait: Enzo Dargis Character Portrait: Xerxes Gaspari Character Portrait: Captain Jack Janye of the Harbinger Character Portrait: Deadfall Character Portrait: Dáire Esbon Character Portrait: Fae Ratchet Character Portrait: Jaya "The Bogeyman"Perang Character Portrait: Irukandji Character Portrait: Aja Rai Character Portrait: Ethon Jordanye

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The night in Nassau is as it always was, warm, but now a welcoming warm, it was like standing near a funeral pyre, there was nothing welcoming about it. Pirates came and went, merchants selling their wares, trading with said pirates, bars and taverns ringing with the sounds of breaking glass, music, chattering and cheering, brothels alive with the sounds of moans and screams of pleasure and some times pain.

On this dark kingless island, a woman walked, her dark eyes focusing on nothing, yet seeing nearly everything. A dark skinned beauty, hair flowing down in unbound tresses, her curvy body hugged in a boiled leather corset, long skirts twisting around her long legs as she walked, a pilfered belt with a large golden clasp hung around her waist, with a cutlass in much need of a wet stone in it's sheath on her right and a dagger on her left, a cotton men's shirt, left slightly unbuttoned, teasing the bounty beneath.

This night was not unlike night she earned her name, not known to all, but one day, one day soon would be feared by all, as here, walked the Crimson Lady, Robyn Sheva.

She rounded the corner, entering the tavern/brothel, where men looked at her oddly. Women pirates, while not uncommon, were still quite a sight. A fact she knew, but the fact is, she wasn't a pirate, not yet. No, instead, she was thief, having stolen the belt from a pirate with limited control of his hands. He thought himself a taste of her, and only found the taste of his own blood as it bubbled up his throat, shortly after she plunged her favored dagger into his gut.
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She took a seat at the bar, and ordered a tall glass over rum, paying very close to the eyes that were on her. No blood was to be spilled here, not in Madame Aja Rai's establishment, not unless a man wanted to go un-fucked for the evening, which was good for Robyn, it was unlikely that someone would try something foolish.

"Quite the cutlass you have there, Lass." said a pirate well into his cup.

"If you do not want to see it in use, then I suggest you move along." said the woman, as her cup set in front of her. The pirate laughed. "Oh listen to you, such a brave girl," he said, brushing hair from in front of her ear. Robyn smacked his hand away, causing his crew to all stand up. The pirate waved them down.

"Do you know who I am?"

"Wrong question."

"What?"

"That's not the question you should be asking me, you should be asking, if I care enough to know, and the answer to that, is no."
Robyn took a sip of her mug, only to have it knocked from her hand, the contents spilling on to the floor.

"You've got quite the balls for a woman." He said, anger now at Robyn's nonchalance. Robyn turned to him, her face a mask of boredom and amusement.

"I could say the same to you." she said, her voice as calm as ever.

He snarled, slapped her across the face, and grabbed her throat, shoving her against the bar top.

"You want to know how big I am, I'll show you." He said, kicking the bar stool, and straddling her thighs.

"Well then, I certainly hope you fuck harder then you strike." She said, a crooked smile upturned her lips. He began to squeeze and with that, Robyn rose her leg, jarring his manhood upward. He groaned and let go, only to have Robyn slam her knee into his face as he doubled over. He popped up before hitting the ground backwards unconscious.

His crew stood up then, seven men, maybe more and Robyn sighed. She didn't really know how to use the cutlass she stole, so she didn't bother with it now, especially since no blood was allowed to be shed here. "Fucking hell." She said, her hand going to her dagger.

It was nearly freed from it's sheath with a booming voice shouted, ending all the noise in the tavern, even some of the sounds of sex going on in the upper rooms.

"That's enough of that!"

Robyn didn't take her eyes off of her soon to be attackers, but they turned from her.
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"Leave the lass alone," said the voice, soon revealing himself to her as he passed through the crowd of men. A tall man with a small monkey on his shoulder walked up, his heavy foot falls echoing in the now silent room, long stringy grey and brown hair, a large hat atop his shoulders, scars lining his weather beaten face, and apple in his hand. He stopped just a few feet from where she stood, biting in to his apple while the monkey screeched. Robyn reached for her dagger.

"Peace, Lass, I'm not gonna hurt ya," He said, waving her down with both hands as the juice from the freshly bitten apple ran down his face, and on to his beard. " See I'm unarmed." he said, turning his hands so that she could see there was nothing but the apple. Robyn's eyes merely narrowed.

"I'm Captain Jack Jayne of the Harbinger, who might you be, Lass?" He asked her.

"A memory." She said and moved to the door, only to find herself blocked.

"A Memory... hmm, I think I would remember you..." He said with a gap-tooth smile.

Robyn turned up her nose. "Look, I like you, Lass, so why don't I but you a drink? As...payment for this sorry sap's actions?" He said gesturing to the unconscious man on the floor.

"What's your angle?"

The old pirate laughed, his monkey jumped up and down, howling as if it too were laughing. "Well, I suppose a romp the sack upstairs is out of the question."

Robyn titled her head, incredulously. He laughed again. "No angle, I just like a woman who can hold her own, come, join us, drinks on me." He said and Robyn took a deep breath. She didn't know what she was getting into but she was starving, all she could afford was a drink, when actually she needed a meal.

"Throw in a meal, and we'll talk." She said, and the old pirate laughed as the tavern resumed it's noise.

"What's yer name, lass?"

"Robyn, Robyn Sheva," She said, and let her dagger slid in to it's sheath, making sure it was loud enough that he knew it was there, she walked up to him and then passed him, looking for a seat. She found the one he'd been sitting in and she eyed the one beside it.

"Robin...like the bird?" he asked, standing next to her, and offered the seat, much to the confusion of his crew.

"No, not like the bird."
Robyn smirked, patted his chest, before she walked by him and taking the seat offered.
"Robyn as in, 'Robyn you blind.'" She
She crossed her legs, and twirled two gold coins between her fingers. The crew gasped, while Captain Jayne looked impressed, he laughed.
"Oh I like you."

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Character Portrait: Robyn Sheva: The Crimson Lady Character Portrait: Captain Jack Janye of the Harbinger

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"You! Fetch me another two carrots, and a chicken breast. This is my last meal for the night so make sure it's damn fine meat you're bringing or don't bother brining it at all!"
Fae was using her trusty knife to pint in the direction she was throwing out orders. The kitchen was as busy as always, everyone were bumping into one another, hot water spilling, and sweat running. Just the way she liked it.
She was busy chopping potatoes with uncanny speed as the fetch boy returned with the food. She looked it over, her moss green eyes narrowing as she looked at the boy.
"That's damn good meat."
The little boy beamed as she handed him a cracker from her hand sewn pocket on her dress. She may not tolorate any bullshit in her kitchen, but she makes damn sure to reward those who does right.

The chicken was in the oven, the carrots and potatoes were boiling as she stood up straight and wiped her forehead with a towel, always at the ready on her shoulder. As she wiped her red locks from her face, she observed her arms.
The pale skin was decorated with cuts and burns. Today she had added another two, named 'shit' and 'fucking fuck'.
She sighed as she sheathed her knife on her hip and turned her attention back to the boiling water.

She placed the meat on the plate. It was of course perfectly juicy and she sprinkled a tiny amount of garlic on top for flavour. The potatoes and carrots she placed around it to make sure it stayed nice and hot. With her head held high, she gently lifted the plate and made her way out of the kitchen and into the crowd. Left, right, anyway she needed to sway she effortlessly did in order to avoid collision.
She reached the table that had ordered the meal and she eyed the residents. A man with a big feathery hat on top of his head sat on one end. A dark skinned female with a dangerous looking eyes on the other.
Fae smirked as she placed the plate in front of the lady.
"Here ya go love. Chicken with a taste of garlic and nice hot potatoes and carrots." She said with a hint of pride. "Enjoy."

She bowed her head slightly before she spun her heels and made her way back to the kitchen, releasing her fiery hair on the way.

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Character Portrait: Dáire Esbon

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Dáire love the island notoriously known has Nassau, he really did. But he felt it was about time he left the island and moved on to another. He could sense he was growing more enemies than friends and a few people by now had surely realised their belongings were missing since they met him, or they had been swindled. Either way the only good image he had made for himself, (which wasn't really that good in the end) was that he was a hard to get whore. He found this title extremely daft and irritating just to hear it. Seriously, hard to get whore? That doesn't even make sense, it's almost blasphemous to have the words whore and hard to get in the same sentence. But, Dáire had to admit he was picky about who he slept with sometimes. It wasn't as if anyone could just approach him and ask to bang, he'd only engage in sexual acts with another if he needed the money. If he was financially stable at the time of being asked, he'd coldly and flat out decline. Which didn't usually end well and seemed to cause confusion like 'but my friend just said he/she banged you the other night, said you're a top whore'. Dáire rolled his eyes at these memories.

This Gypsy didn't need to explain himself, nope, if he didn't want to fuck then that was that, why couldn't people understand that? Despite all that, he had decided to at least have one last drink at the local Tavern that was full of whores. Dáire didn't really look like a whore or look like he was asking for anything, he just dressed lightly because well, he couldn't really afford good quality, protective clothing. He was stuck with free flowing white, long sleeved shirts. He may as well be wearing a bed sheet really. Perhaps he should start pilfering more items of clothing instead of shiny, pretty, jewellery and belts. That was another thing he was covered in, many bangles and leather strap bracelets adorned his wrists, gradually bunching up along his arms. Three necklaces hung loosely around his neck, one looked quite tribal as the tooth of some animal was attached to it, the other two were simple chains, both junk really. A nose ring piercing of pure silver was prominent however, he liked this item the most. The over sized white, linen shirt slightly hung off his body lazily, only barely clinging to his shoulders; kept roughly tucked into the only decent piece of clothing on him, his dark, brown pants. They were warm and quite protective. Around his waist a large copper belt that clung to him as other smaller belts with intricate designed buckles half clung to his hip. Only just. His pants were tucked into boots that he wasn't really bothered to tie up properly.

Entering the Tavern as the sound of metal clanging lightly together entered with him, he looked around at all the patrons, he had quite soft facial features but the expression of someone not to mess with. When he wasn't look to get money, he most certainly did not look approachable at all. His mess of dark chocolate brown, long dreadlocks decorated his shoulders, his cold, brown eyes looking around for anyone who might look familiar that he might have stolen from. No one as far as he could see. A few people gave him a few odd looks, unsure of what he was really. He did have a bit of an otherworldly vibe about him and look. The Gypsy didn't like attention, made him feel uncomfortable and vulnerable. He was far too cautious for his own good, made it very difficult to relax.

Dáire nonchalantly made his across the room and to the hard, wooden counter accompanied by a stool which he seated himself on. He didn't want to look a cautious as he felt. "Give me the strongest poison ya got." Dáire didn't feel like anything specific, he was feeling like shit and just wanted to drink until he forgot who he was. This wasn't the first time he'd done this though, you'd think he'd learn from the last time that it didn't end well. Perhaps he'd wake up outside, on the hard, cold ground, dirty and feeling like shit, couple of bruises hear and here, shake it off. Move on. That's life.

His drink of what people tended to call alcohol was shortly given to him, he paid up, and just as he took a mouthful of the beverage, he felt something hard hit him on the back. Dáire jolted forward, causing what ever he was drinking to go down wrong. He spluttered, gradually collecting himself before turning around where he sat to see what caused him choking on his drink. The Gypsy shot daggers at the figure "What the fuck?! Do you mi-" He stopped. Dáire instantly went pale and gulped.

"Remember me, Dáire?" Oh yes, he remembered this asshole. He tried not to but his ugly face was plastered in his mind.

"What do you want." Dáire snapped.

"Oh come on, don't be like that, we got history ya know?" The man spoke so coyly, it got on Dáire's nerves.

"No. We don't. you fucked me once, that's it, go find some whore upstairs to get your grotty hands on." He really didn't want to talk with this guy. All he could do was give blunt answers and hope he'd go away. The guy was some shitty pirate that Dáire used to get from one side of the ocean to another. It was a long, painful trip. The price was quite high, he was like a little show and tell item to the crew, something to amuse themselves with, in any way they wanted. Which Dáire had foolishly agreed to as long as no harm came to him, which it did. This was a very long time ago and he felt so stupid for it. But he wouldn't be here if it weren't for that moment in his life. He made sure to borrow many of the Captain's precious belongings, them sell them for a pretty penny.

Dáire turned back around in his seat, turning his back to the pirate Captain who he had completely forgotten the name of, he had his own nickname for him for his own personal amusement. "You owe me Dáire." His voice turned dark and Dáire felt uneasy. The presence of the pirate felt strong and he suddenly felt the man was closer as his dreadlocks were moved aside from his left ear and the stinking breath of the pirate wafted up Dáire's nose. "Don't think I've forgotten, it's taken me a long time to track you down and I'm going to make you pay." Dáire gritted his teeth together, he hated it when people touched any inch of him without his permission. In a burst of anger he elbowed the pirate the stood behind him with much force, plunging his bony elbow into what partly felt like his gut and half his ribs. A loud groan of pain filled his ears as the man stumbled before falling on his ass with a thump onto the hard wooden floor boards. Dáire didn't look it, but when he was mad, he had a lot of strength. "I'll fucking kill you Dáire!" Oh he was embarrassed now as he got up onto his feet and glared at him. Dáire sculled the rest of his drink, wiped his mouth the his sleeve before getting out of his seat. A lot of eyes were on him now as they stared in disbelief, he wasn't as weak as he looked.

"I don't owe you shit." Dáire was fierce and had had enough of this guy as he began rolling up his sleeves."You want to fight I'll give you a damn fight you piece of horse shit." He needed to calm down but it was a bit hard now that the idiot of a pirate had riled him up.

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Character Portrait: Robyn Sheva: The Crimson Lady Character Portrait: Captain Jack Janye of the Harbinger Character Portrait: Fae Ratchet Character Portrait: Jaya "The Bogeyman"Perang

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Jaya brushed back a loose strand of hair that obscured a bit of his vision on the right side as he tried to drink in the sights of this pirate town. These Western pirates definitely lacked the class and cleanliness of the Southeastern pirates, walls were filled with holes from gun fire as well of scorches from flames over the ages. The air had a very interesting smell that most would get nauseous over. It smelled of saltwater and wood but the smell of men that have never bathed as well as blood mixed with these things among others. All of this was a little disappointing to the prince, he was expecting more. But this would do as he earned his own ship and his reputation. He was meant for great things and he knew it, this place will be the catalyst for the legend of Jaya. Until that would happen he would need to work. What better place to find work than the local Tavern?

Jaya stepped off the docks as he looked back one more time to look at the ship he arrived in. It was a transport ship, for supplies and anyone that could pay their way. He could turn around now and go home and live happily in the royal house of Perang. He could just inherit the title of Pirate King from his father like most would. But that was the easy way to do it, Jaya didn't like easy things.

Walking through the town Jaya could hear loud laughter, music and chatter. He knew that it was coming from the Tavern, at least that was one similarity to home. Jaya located a stool at the bar and took a seat. He looked at the bartender and asked for a water. The bartender chuckled,"You're not from around 'ere, ey? Most drink strong poison in dis Tavern!" Jaya just stared at him with a thousand-yard glare, emotionless. The bartender only lasted a few seconds and went to fetch the water. Jaya cracked a little smirk and started to observe the Tavern. This bunch was a group that was a bit on the hard side, there was quite a bit of swearing, there was also countless drunkards. Jaya hoped that it wouldn't become a problem, at least not today.

The Bartender retrieved the pint of water and sat it down in front of Jaya,"Anything else, mate?" Jaya sniffed the air and noticed the smell of chicken, which made his stomach growl a bit, he knew what else to get. Jaya replied,"Yes, get me a plate of chicken." Jaya reached into his coin purse hanging off his belt with his left hand, pulled out a gold coin and set it on the bar. The Bartender nodded, took the coin, turned and yelled towards the kitchen,"Get me sum chicken 'ere!"

Jaya went back to observing the Tavern and started to plan out what he needed to do to become the Pirate King back home.

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Character Portrait: Robyn Sheva: The Crimson Lady Character Portrait: Captain Jack Janye of the Harbinger Character Portrait: Dáire Esbon Character Portrait: Fae Ratchet Character Portrait: Jaya "The Bogeyman"Perang Character Portrait: Irukandji

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Meanwhile, in the more or less shady part of the docks, a pale figure was squatting over at the pier, maintaining a silent vigil with his harpoon aimed at the murky water. He saw the reflection of his macabre face dancing in the water, a face he'd come to recognize as his own in time. He couldn't rightly recall what his faced once might've looked like. He took guesses, but hadn't seen many southeast-asian folk around here, especially not people with the same affliction as him. He still saw relatively abnormal people here and there. A gypsy with a hidden third eye here, a limp person resembling a clownfish more than a person there. He'd think his condition was more common.

So it was, that Irukandji, as he had started calling himself, was in an alternate life-state. Some old sea dogs tell tales of these so-called "Drowns", people who had drowned and continued living. The drown-curse lifts them back up, transformed into pale and slender husks of themselves. They spend their entire lives longing for the sea, but never quite reaching it. They stare at the waters hours at a time, only obsessively thinking about the depths they once drowned in. The Drowns know secrets kept hidden from the surface, but struggle to understand them, only seeing a glimpse of the big picture, forever wondering what is down there.

Irukandji snapped out of his thoughts, and struck his harpoon at his reflection. He pulled it up, and snatched the small fish lodged in the tip. He examined the scales and the eyes of the fish, whipped out his ice-pick and carved the eyes right off. He ate the eyes and put the fish into one of his pouches. He figured it was high time to get back to the Tavern with this week's shipment. He stood up and walked towards the Tavern.

The atmosphere inside was as chaotic as usual. The sight of this pale figure invoked the usual dread in a few select sailors, confusion and awe in a few others. Upon seeing him enter, the bartender stepped away from the counter for a while and met him in the dark corner siding the counter. Business as usual. He pressed himself against the bartender and hugged him, while slipping a murky green vial to his pocket with discretion.

"The usual, yes?", he said.

"Er, yes, take a seat and wait, will ya? I'll have the payment brought in a moment."

"Very well, fetch me a rum while you're at it.", he remarked as he sat down beside the west end of the counter. The bartender quickly passed him the rum and got back to his usual routines. The population in the Tavern was hardly sporting. There's the usual barfights, whores and manwhores alike mingling with one another, salty sea dogs getting their last bit of snatch before their voyage . . .

He couldn't remember the last time he had one, usually he picked the specific ones really into weird stuff. Not that there was anything weird about his manhood, it's as potent as ever. It's just that mixing and delivering shipments takes so much time these days. . .

He continued to spectate the tavern folk as he took swigs of his rum bottle and scratched the small yet itchy barnacle cluster on his back.

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Character Portrait: Robyn Sheva: The Crimson Lady Character Portrait: Captain Jack Janye of the Harbinger Character Portrait: Dáire Esbon Character Portrait: Fae Ratchet Character Portrait: Jaya "The Bogeyman"Perang Character Portrait: Irukandji

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Aja stood on the balcony that over looked the tarven, the brothel portion of the building. She was dressed in a tight corset, her bare bust peeking over the top, a long skirt, showing off her brown legs. She watched as the woman, calling herself Robyn was given a plate by the Cook, Fae.

Aja had taken a special liking to the cook, she wasn't Fae like Aja, but her name was, not only that she was a spectacular cook. She was very particular about the people she had working in her building.

Aja looked back at the dark skinned woman, while she ate with the Captain. Captain rarely took woman in, he had not a single one on his crew yet she saw in a vision sometime ago that he would and it would be this girl. Aja always found it fun to watch her visions -the good ones- come to pass. This woman would one day but the most fearsome Pirate Captian's the world would ever see, but right now, she looked like every other woman in this place. Malnourished, ansty, and weak.

Aja wanted to watch this all play out.

For now, she had work to do, or she would, shortly. She moved down the staircase, and made her way to where an olive skinned boy with long dark dreadlocks was ready and raring to take down a pirate after yet another fight was about to break out. This would end differently from the last one.

She walked up to him, though it would appear to him and anyone looking that she just appeared.

"Oh no, Mon'chere, You are much to lovely to frown like this..." she cooed, touching the boy's arm softly. She waved the pirate off, the simple wave was enough to keep the pirate captain at bay, at least while he was in her establishment. Everyone knew not to anger the lovely Aja Rai.

"Why don't you get something to eat, on me." she said, but the way she spoke, it could have been taken two different ways.

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Character Portrait: Robyn Sheva: The Crimson Lady Character Portrait: Xerxes Gaspari Character Portrait: Captain Jack Janye of the Harbinger Character Portrait: Fae Ratchet Character Portrait: Jaya "The Bogeyman"Perang Character Portrait: Irukandji Character Portrait: Aja Rai

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Despite the fact that the city was the one constant in Xerxes' life since his exile, the prince never felt at home in this place. As a boy, the culture-shock had all but silenced him as Sir Pheles helped him pick up the remaining pieces of his life. After all these years, the feeling of being a stranger in a foreign land never quite went away. It lay beneath the surface, a small prickle reminding him that he did not belong, no matter how much he pretended to.

He entered a tavern, ignoring the laughter of drunken pirates and purchased whores. He surveyed the scene, keenly aware of the the small piece of parchment in his pocket.

"This map is a decade's work, Prince Xerxes. If you leverage it right, you will be one step closer to regaining your birthright."

"What about you?"

"I will be along, but for now, my face is too well-known. Too many eyes would be drawn towards us if it was me searching for a crew. I will be along once you have your own boat."


Xerxes frowned slightly. There were too many unknowns. He had a general idea of the more well-known captains, but how would he be able to secure his rightful share of the treasure? At last, his eyes rested on a lovely dark woman he knew only by reputation and he smiled somewhat. If he had the gold and was interesting enough, according to Sir Pheles, Madame Aja Rai could provide him with answers. He stepped towards the stairway leading to her balcony, only to pause as a commotion at the bar caught his eye.

"I'll fucking kill you Dáire!"

He did not like the look in one of the combatants. It was one mixed with hatred and lust. He had seen such looks before on pirate crews he preferred not to remember. He reached for his pistol's holster and within as second, held it at the back of the pirate's head.

"Now, there is no need for violence. I was just on my way to see someone and I would hate for a...disturbance," Xerxes noted politely. Silence greeted his words. He already had a reasonable amount of respect as the protoge of "Sir" Pheles, the Knight of the Sea. It was a gamble whether his threat and reputation would dispel this unpleasant situation. Xerxes inwardly sighed. He had to start minding his own business.

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Character Portrait: Enzo Dargis

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Captain Enzo Dargis, and his two pirate crewmates (one man, one woman), were off to the side at a table inside of Aja Rai’s tavern – a splendidly raucous place, filled with egos, personality, and a flair for the wicked – when a bar fight broke out between a man-whore and what they could only assume was his pirate client.

“Go get him! Gouge his eyes out!” yelled Frank Newcastle, a rough around the edges, sell sword, that joined Enzo’s crew not too long ago.

“That’s it! Right hook! Right hook!” Enzo jumped up out of his seat, unable to keep himself from joining in on the excitement, as well.

Their female companion, Ira Feng Shi – an exotic specimen of feminine beauty and strength – was less enthusiastic about the tussle than the other two, but that’s not because she didn’t enjoy a good fight, it was because she was counting all the gold coins the three owned, and found that they were sorely lacking in funds.

Frank turned to Enzo, his eyes lighting up like a Christmas tree. “10 pieces on the scrappy looking one.”

Enzo grinned, “You’re on! No way is that kid winning.”

Ira glared angrily at the two, before slapping them both upside the head. “And what money do you think you’ll be betting with? We can barely afford any food, let alone lodging, and a decent bath. How about instead of wasting your time on silly fights, you do something useful, like finding us a new ship? We’ve been moored here for weeks now, after our last ship sank. Do you plan on staying here forever!?”

Enzo rubbed the back of his head in pain and annoyance, “Alright already. I know. I’ll figure something out. I always do don’t I?” The glint of pure unamusement from Ira, was enough to make Enzo quit while he was ahead,

“Okay, how about I go get us some grub. Will that make you feel better?”

“It’s a start.” She said, not too thrilled by the lesser option, but taking what she can get from her not too reliable captain.

As he began to leave Frank leaned in and whispered, not so subtly, “What a cunt,” bringing a smile to his face.

Enzo walked up to the bar, going straight between the fight with the man-whore and the pirate pervert, as if it were the most natural thing in the world to do, and finds a seat.

Calling over the flabbergasted bartender and smirking with the charm of the man-child he is, he asks, “So what’s a man gotta do to get some food around here?”

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Character Portrait: Enzo Dargis Character Portrait: Dáire Esbon Character Portrait: Fae Ratchet Character Portrait: Jaya "The Bogeyman"Perang Character Portrait: Aja Rai

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Fae was fumbling with the laces on her brown, worn out, sad excuse for a dress as she heard the fool of a bartender shout "Get me sum chicken 'ere!"
She stopped in her tracks, turned on her heels and strode towards the man and just as she was about to protest, she overheard the madame offer food to a man with long, dark dreadlocks. Damn it. Her pride wouldn't let her deny anyone a taste of her cooking. Especially not madame. Not that she could deny her anyways, she admired her. “So what’s a man gotta do to get some food around here?”
She lowered her head in slight annoyance as she pressed her thumb and index finger across her nose bridge.

"Why you ask for it of course." At this point she had straightened her back and walked towards the bearded, babyfaced man. As she approached him, she started tying her laces back across her chest. "You could of course make it yourself, but luckily that's my job. All we ask is that you pay it's worth, yeah?"

As she finished her sentence she had already tied her laces, but her hair back in a bun aswell as let her knife slink into her hand.
"Three plates of tonight's special coming up. And for fuck's sake, after that I'm off duty." Those last few words she aimed towards the bartender with a sour look in her eyes as she passed him on her way back into the kitchen.

Two plates of chicken, carrots and potatoes were done. The last one, the one for madame she always made a little bit special. This time, she had wrapped two chicken legs with bacon which she had fried to the perfect crisp and saltyness. Lastly, and always her favourite ingredient, garlic. Perfection, as always. One, two trays on the left arm and the one for madame in the right hand.
With her behind, she pushed open the door and once again effortlessly made her way through the crowd.

The first plate landed in fron of a tanned, long and dark haired man with brown eyes. She eyed him for a few seconds before she smiled and said. Here ya go love, enjoy." The second landed in front of the babyfaced man. "And for you, love. Enjoy."
Lastly, but not least, the plate for madame. "Madame, for you. Enjoy."

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Character Portrait: Enzo Dargis Character Portrait: Dáire Esbon Character Portrait: Fae Ratchet Character Portrait: Jaya "The Bogeyman"Perang Character Portrait: Aja Rai

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It was yet again another interesting night in Madame Aja's establishment, and yet again Keith found himself intrigued with it all.
After his horrible incident two years back, Madame Aja was the only one who hired him after his return. Even with his past, he still felt slightly thankful to the mysterious owner. He's been working at the place for about two years now, mainly cleaning and doing heavy lifting jobs. Being one of the more well fit men on staff, he was usually tasked with lifting heavy crates or carrying multiple sacks of potatoes at once. Other than lifting, he usually swept and kept the place clean, usually found sweeping in the tavern. Sometimes he might be tasked with odd jobs like to help cook when there is a lack of staff, or to go serve plates of food and retrieve dishes. It wasn't what he'd imagine when he left to become a pirate several years ago, but it is all he can do really. He wasn't a big fan of his current position, and of course wasn't that much of a fan of his boss, but there was two good reasons for him to be here. One of the more obvious reasons is because it keeps him well fed and alive, being paid enough to make a living and all. Secondly, he has a reason to be in the tavern, to hopefully find a pirate captain that would hire the horribly scarred boy and take him out to sea like he has dreamed.

Of course, with him being in the tavern all the time, he does hear quite a lot, and has become a rather good source of information for the Madame and other pirates alike. Usually, people would come to him if they'd like to know about someone that comes to this tavern. He usually accepts the money and pays closer attention to the particular person. It is good side money and it helped him purchase a knife for self defense, even though he would never use it in here.

He knew full well of the madame's rule of no bloodshed, and he enjoyed the rule as it meant he wouldn't get stabbed or shot without the attacker being punished. Even with this rule, bar fights still usually happen, and whichever fights don't get broken up by the madame herself, Keith usually needed to step in to stop it. Half the fights Keith ends up in are half stopping other fights or half fights started by drunkards or new pirates wanting to show their stuff. Keith being tall and bearing many scars does make him look threatening, even though he usually wears a slight smile half the time; maybe increasing his intimidation, who knows. But it gets him unwanted attention, and he usually has to fight to show the person he is no one to tangle with. He may not know how to use a sword or many other weapons in fact, but with all his previous fights, he is rather skilled at fist fights and bar brawls. Half of his training is because his opponent's are usually drunk off their asses. This is where he gets his reputation, being one of the few famous bar brawlers out here in this corrupted island. It isn't the type of title he really wanted, but for now, it is a good start.

He had been sweeping up in the tavern like usual when several interesting characters had came in. A dark skinned women who knocked out some wannabe pirate captain who though he owned it all. Another captain he might of seen before, with his pet monkey and chewing on an apple. These two were seated away from him, the cook had just brought them a meal. The bartender was up to his usual suspicious activity with a rather strange, pale looking man. He never knew what the stuff was, but it didn't look good to Keith. The cook was busy serving chicken left and right, giving nasty looks to the bartender. He didn't know the dislike the cook had for the bartender, but Keith has yet to have any proper conversation with her, so he wouldn't know or care. A few other people and come in; some exotic looking pirate, a rowdy pirate captain, and even madame Aja herself had come down to visit the place and was already in the process of breaking up a fight between a pirate captain and some man with dread locks.

Keith was about ready to intercept the fight himself, but Madame Aja had appeared to have beaten him to it. He stood close by just in case a fight still broke out and he had to get involved. He stood there, cleaning a nearby table and watching closely.

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Character Portrait: Robyn Sheva: The Crimson Lady Character Portrait: Enzo Dargis Character Portrait: Captain Jack Janye of the Harbinger Character Portrait: Dáire Esbon Character Portrait: Fae Ratchet Character Portrait: Jaya "The Bogeyman"Perang Character Portrait: Aja Rai Character Portrait: Ethon Jordanye

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"Where'd they...ugh?" Poor Ethon Jordanye groaned as he half dragged himself around Nassau, looking for his Captian and the rest of his crew.

He'd overslept...again. It wasn't his fault, the Captain ran him ragged, and that was when he wasn't drunk off his head.

Last night, Ethon had to apologize to a couple of women the Captain mistook for whore, He got a nice slap for his troubles, run away from a few debt collectors and a particularly masculine lady barkeep.

It was a good thing he had magic, otherwise, he'd have been a lot worse off.

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He finally made his way to Madame Aja's tavern and brothel and huffed. He should have figured this is where'd they'd be. Between the Captian and Frank, this really ought of have been the first place he'd looked.

He walked in, ducking a few people as he entered. He noticed a strange assortment of people, which was common in Madame Aja's tavern, this was a haven of sorts, no blood was to be shed, so it was relatively safe...for as safe as a tavern full of drunken pirates could be.

It wasn't hard to find his Captain, leaning over the bar, probably annoying the hell out of the lovely red haired cook. Ethon was on his way over when he stopped Madame Aja whose eyes were already on him.

"There you are, Warlock..." she told him in his mind, making Ethon shiver inwardly. Everyone knew Madame Aja wasn't human, but Ethon knew intimately. She knew what he was on sight, which he couldn't be too surprise since it was said that the Jordanye's magic came from a union between a Fae and their ancestors. Of course that was an old Jordanye legend, no one knew that the Jordanye's were of magic, just as they wanted. So when Madame Aja spoke to him in his mind, it scared him in a way he'd never felt before, and he thought was going to die once.

He gave the madame and nervous nod as he approached. He had to pull his eyes away from her, which was hard with how she was dressed. Fae or not, she was beautiful and her dressed teased his imagination, and what made it worse was that she knew it.
The madame then turned her enchanting gaze from him to the red haired cook, "Thank you, Mon'chere" she said and pressed a soft kiss to the woman's lips before she sat down, gesturing to the man with the dreadlocks.

Ethon cleared his throat turning away for a moment, he noticed a dark skinned woman, sitting with BlackJack Janye. He turned back and looked at the red haired cook. "I apologize for whatever my captain has said, or will say in the coming future, Ma'am" he said with a quick nervous boyish grin. As lovely as the Madame was, there was something about the red haired woman, he found just as beautiful. He looked at the Captain. "You haven't actually said or did anything did you? I really don't want to get slapped on your behalf...again"

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Character Portrait: Robyn Sheva: The Crimson Lady Character Portrait: Enzo Dargis Character Portrait: Xerxes Gaspari Character Portrait: Captain Jack Janye of the Harbinger Character Portrait: Deadfall Character Portrait: Dáire Esbon Character Portrait: Fae Ratchet Character Portrait: Jaya "The Bogeyman"Perang Character Portrait: Irukandji Character Portrait: Aja Rai Character Portrait: Ethon Jordanye

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Dáire felt so ready to pummel this guy, this scum. He wondered why he hadn't done so when he had the chance, why he didn't just slit his throat while he slept. Well, Dáire wasn't that kind of guy, he didn't like the though of killing another, not unless times got desperate. No he usually went to his book of spells and other information such as myths, legends, hidden places, curses, and more wonders. It was quite thick, and heavy but Dáire had been carrying it around most of his life since he sold everything he owned and became a Gypsy. Some pages are filled with ancient text that he cannot decipher, a language he is unfamiliar with that he is dying to understand. The book was wrapped in cheap leather; looked quite rugged and a bit damaged but it was strong, this was bound with strong, thin rope which he had managed to fiddle with so that it was attached to one of his belts and hung off the side of his thigh. Dáire would usually look through this book when he had a troublesome enemy like the Captain, and would pick a curse he though was best for them and simply lay it upon them. That way he didn't need to kill them and they could live a miserable life. It may sound selfish or cruel but it was how Dáire had lived this long.

"Why you-" Just as the pirate got up and was about to lash out at Dáire, a woman that all knew, stopped the fight instantly. It took her no fists or weapons or even a threat. Just soothing, calm words and the wave of her hand and perhaps the unfamiliar male he held a pistol to the Captain's head had a little something to do with it too. Who wouldn't back off? None the less the asshole of a pirate looked as if he was hypnotised or something, it was so odd, even he himself suddenly felt calm just from her touch, and usually Dáire hated it when people touched him without asking. This time was different.

He had heard of her and seen her a few times, knew her name, it wasn't rare to find someone at least bring her name up once in a conversation, but he had never conversed with her. All he knew was that she was in charge. He felt relaxed as his gaze moved to her, but at the same time he had a confused look on his face. She mentioned food and his stomach instantly growled impatiently. Dáire placed his left hand on hi stomach and felt a tad embarrassed about his loud stomach. "Food... Yes that would be nice." He finally replied as he rubbed the back of his head; the corner of his mouth raised ever so slightly to form a faint smile. He wasn't much of a people person when he wasn't being fake and trying to swindle money off people. When he was being himself he was a bit awkward.

The Gypsy's eyes shifted to the man who wielded the pistol, a very attractive man in his opinion. "Thanks." Even if the guy didn't do it to be nice and did it for other reasons, it certainly helped Dáire's situation, that was reason enough to thank someone in his opinion. Dáire felt a tad curious as to who he was on his way to speak with, but it was none of his business and he didn't much feel like being nosy

Dáire had been so caught up in the moment, he had completed missed the new faces that had entered the establishment. When the hell did they get here? He didn't realise how much he really blacked out and blocked out everyone when he was furious. There was even some guy at the bar counter ordering food casually, right near Dáire, and he hadn't even noticed him; oh wait make that two men, gosh he was terrible tonight, way off, not as cautious as usual. Or better yet the strange looking guy doing business with the bartender. Now that was odd, he wish he knew what in the world they were exchanging. An employee was also close by he hadn't seen when he first walked in was cleaning the tables, seeming to be keeping a close eye on them. At first Dáire wasn't sure why, almost forgetting about the little spat that broke out earlier before realising.

Okay, his mind had caught up with all the new faces, none of them were enemies as far as he could remember, so he now he can relax just a little. He followed Madame Aja to a table and seated himself. He couldn't remember the last time he had something actually good to eat as the plates of food were brought around to them by the beautiful, redhead, cook. The food presented before them looked breathtakingly delicious in Dáire's opinion. His face lit up just at the sight of the food "Thank y-" But the cook was really busy and just as he was about to thank her, she was gone after a kiss from Aja, "you." He finished his sentence feeling a little daft and felt like shrinking down to the size of a mouse for a moment then. "Calm down Dáire just be yourself. Wait no don't do that, shit." He thought to himself, attempting to make himself feel more comfortable which failed. His eyes trailed off for a moment as he noticed another unfamiliar face speak to the female cook, he had no idea what they were talking about, couldn't hear over the mash up of loud voices that filled the Tavern.

"When you asked me to eat did you mean literally eat food that was on you or- because I don't think I could afford this food if that were the case." Of course the images in his mind were far more dirtier than how casually he made the sentence out to be. A small grin formed on his face as he looked Madame Aja in the eye and began eating the food with much delight.

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Character Portrait: Enzo Dargis Character Portrait: Captain Jack Janye of the Harbinger Character Portrait: Dáire Esbon Character Portrait: Fae Ratchet Character Portrait: Aja Rai Character Portrait: Ethon Jordanye

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She smiled as politely as ever as she put the plate down in front of the madame and the man with the dreadlocks who she could only describe as...beautiful.
She was rewarded with a kiss from the madame. A faint blush spread on her cheeks and a silly smile appeared that lasted for only a second. "My pleasure." She turned around and took her leave but she did pick up the thank you from the man. She waved her hand in recognition. "Enjoy it!"
As she reached the bar, she started wiping her forehead and chest with her apron when a familiar face approached her and the usual sheepish smile was decorating it. "I apologize for whatever my captain has said, or will say in the coming future, Ma'am."
She couldn't help but chuckle as he actually turned towards the captain in question. "Oh he's been very well behaved, don't ya worry. There will be no slapping this evenin', yet." She laughed as she untied her apron and flung it over her shoulder.
"Just make sure he keeps behaving, and we'll be fine. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to change inte somethin' more comfortable."
With that she spun her heels and took swift steps towards the kitchen.

She had a cabinet in the kitchen dedicated only for her clothing. She swiftly and without effort untied her hair and dress, letting the dress fall straight to the floor. She always changed in the kitchen after hours as she was always alone and no one dared enter without her permission.
Her favourite white sailor shirt was waiting for her, just as she left it. Neatly folded and freshly washed. She slipped into it with a content sigh. Next were her pants and boots, also recently washed and boots polished. Lastly, her waistbelt with throwing knives, she felt like target practicing.

The atmosphere at the tavern was the same as every night. Pleasantly rowdy, the occassional attempted bar fight brought the right amount of excitment and the diversity of people was just the icing on the cake.
She joined a few sailors who were already throwing darts of knives at the target on the wall she had been allowed to hang.
"You need more practice lads!" She laughed as he threw her knife in the dead center.

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Character Portrait: Enzo Dargis Character Portrait: Captain Jack Janye of the Harbinger Character Portrait: Dáire Esbon Character Portrait: Fae Ratchet Character Portrait: Aja Rai Character Portrait: Keith Jeremiah Smith Character Portrait: Ethon Jordanye

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Keith was glad that the fight was not going to break out right now, as he did not feel in the mood for having to fight someone tonight. Keith does a lot of fighting, but he that doesn't mean he isn't that much of a fan of it. He is one strange "pirate" but maybe being on a ship could of helped him toughen up and stop being so soft.

It appeared the cook decided to change in her kitchen again. He never understood why she would change in there. It was always possible someone would walk in on her in the middle of her changing. It happened to Keith once and he definitely felt sore afterwards. He started to pay attention to the usual time she changes so he doesn't walk in on her again. Once she had finished changing tonight, he spotted her walk over to some men throwing darts and knives. He would admit, she was pretty good with a knife, must be all the potato cutting.

He head inside the kitchen after she had walked out to finish up the remaining cleaning in the kitchen itself. The chef's were nice enough to clean a lot of it up before the kitchen was done, but Keith always came in anyways to finish it up. He has always been a rather large perfectionist, but it seemed to be more of a useful trait than a bad one. After he was done in the kitchen, he grabbed a mop and bucket and headed back out to the tavern, mopping up the vomit, alcohol, and whatever else was on the floor.

He was hoping for a more peaceful night, and he almost got it too, but that is when a familiar group of drunken pirates had come wobbling in. Usually it was only the captain, but tonight a larger group of the crew came in, and it did not bode well for the scarred Keith. He's had fights with this captain before, it's the only reason he seems to come to this tavern. He's beat him and he's thrown him into the water to let him cool off, but nearly each night he keeps coming back. And with the look likes of the crew with him, he has decided to step it up a notch. This captain was one of the many who fight Keith just to fight him. For some reason, someone had spread rumors that Keith was some hardened veteran who's seen a lot of stuff. Whoever created this rumor obviously has never spoken to Keith, and probably judged him based on his scars. The scars intimidate people for some reason, I suppose seeing a man covered in scars from head to toe does look a bit odd, but it isn't the boys fault.

"Hey Keith, you piece of shit!" The drunkard of a captain slurred at the innocently mopping pirate. The mans friends behind him gave banter and laugh at the Captains remark. But to Keith, the insult was rather dry.

"I think the only one here that earns that title would be you kind sir, because you most definitely reek of excrement."

Keith saw it instantly, the anger that flared up inside the drunk pirate captain. Keith honestly couldn't tell if he got mad at the insult or the fact that Keith used too big of words for the uneducated whelp. Even so, it was too later for Keith to figure it out, as he was already in the process of being tackled by the man, as he gives some sort of battle cry in the process. It appears its time to go at it again.

The two men flip over a table and land on the ground, and right when they do so, they begin ruthlessly exchanging punches to each other. Keith was obviously winning like he usually does, but this time, he might be in trouble. The crew surrounded him and the captain, and ever once in a while, one of the crew members would throw a kick in Keith's direction while he was one the ground. Keith could handle a few men at a time, but he was already on the ground, fending off the heavy, drunk pirate on top of him, and had no time to be able to handle the crew. As the beating continued on poor Keith, he looked around seeing if he can get anyone's attention for some help. The pirate crew of this asshole had encircled Keith, and they weren't letting anyone through without a fight. He exchanged eye contact with anyone not looking away and ignoring the brawl, with a pleading look in his eyes. It wasn't a honorably way of doing it, but he knew the madame would not be happy with having to figure out what to do with Keith's corpse, and he didn't really want a women handling his burial either.

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Character Portrait: Xerxes Gaspari Character Portrait: Captain Jack Janye of the Harbinger Character Portrait: Dáire Esbon Character Portrait: Fae Ratchet Character Portrait: Aja Rai Character Portrait: Keith Jeremiah Smith

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Truthfully, Xerxes was starting to feel a little foolish for adding his threat to the Madame's command. No one was going to disobey her in her own tavern after all, but a small part of him was hoping that they wouldn't. That part of him wanted to fight and kill the type of people who had no compunction at using another person's pain or death for their own pleasure. He had been introduced to such men on his last day as a prince and he was forced to rub shoulders with such men to survive and position himself so that he might retake what was his.

Thanks.

Xerxes blinked at the simple word from the man and smiled slightly, nodding his head at the other man. It felt good for another person to appreciate him if only a little. As he was whisked away by the madame, he smiled slightly. If her reputation was correct, he was in good hands. As he left, he spoke.

"Put in a good word for me, will you? I need to speak to Madame Aja tonight."

As he was about to order some food for himself, Xerxes frowned as a single man started to fight an entire pirate crew and its captain. Xerxes sighed and, cursing his altruism, tackled one of the man's attackers from behind and aimed a quick punch at his face.

"I got to stop doing this," he murmured

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Character Portrait: Xerxes Gaspari Character Portrait: Irukandji Character Portrait: Keith Jeremiah Smith Character Portrait: Catherine Audrey

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ImageCatherine was a normal looking woman; her soft facial features gave off the impression of innocence and a good willed person. But she wasn't innocent at all, good willed well sort of, as best as she could be. Her long, dark brown, beautiful thick hair was wavy, quite dry, and a bit messy. But her eyes was what got peoples attention the most. She had bright, big blue eyes, that always seemed rather eerie to stare into; felt as though those eyes of hers could look straight through you, past that mask and into your soul. Her sweet smiles and positive attitude were quite misleading as she wasn't always happy or positive, but felt it was the easiest way to approach people and start a conversation.

Because of this rather innocent vibe Catherine projected, many underestimated her, thought they could take advantage of her and treated her sometimes like a kid, baby talking her. Which she found annoying but played along, feeding their mind false accusations before finally stunning them with what she truly was. She found it amazing how comfortable people usually felt around her, even though most of her smiles and happy attitude wasn't an act at all, for all they knew she could be pretending to only later kill them and take their dosh. An amusing thought, but she wasn't that kind of person. She believed in fairly gaining money, most of the time. Catherine was a bit of a hypocrite sometimes.

Catherine looked younger than what her age actually was. Which was why it amazed a lot of men especially, when she would out smart them in a game of cards and leave with all their money. Which didn't always go down as simple as that, a frail looking woman, could easily take your money back off her right? Wrong. She was nimble, agile, quick to avoid and defend herself. She could easily get out of a sticky situation after much experience in her life time.

Aside all that, Catherine was just a simple explorer, adventurer, Doctor and Navigator. Mainly personal though, she is very afraid of growing too fond or attached to someone and then being betrayed or thrown aside for what she really is. What is she you might ask? Well, many would call her a monster but she liked to go with unique.

Catherine always found that wearing men's clothing was far more convenient, comfortable and simply better in general for moving around so much. She couldn't recall the last time she wore a dress or a skirt, she found it simply attracted annoying and unwanted attention. Her brown pants were a bit baggy, held up by a thick, black belt and he baggy, long sleeved, white shirt was kept messily tucked into her pants. The bottom of her pants were also tucked into her knee high, faded black boots. She dressed casually and comfortably, a bit lazily really but she made it look good. Good enough.

It was night now, Catherine's usual normal form was no longer seen by the public. No at night her skin changed to that of a reptiles, thick, difficult to penetrate, rough looking but still strangely smooth, like a snake. The whites of her eyes were a yellow colour and her irises were now completely black. Her nails, long, thick, hard, could easily penetrate and remove a lot of skin and possibly limbs. Yes in this form she was no longer frail but instead, what most would call, a freak. However on this island where many freaks would roam, she felt comfortable enough to wander around in the open, sure some would stare and point, but most were used to it. She felt confident like this.

The female was closing in on the popular Tavern and Brothel now, she could her loud, rowdy noises, some of pleasure and others of pain. Rather odd mixture of sounds she thought but it was the most fun to be at. You always found strange people there that she loved to drown in questions. The reptilian woman nonchalantly entered the Tavern with a cheeky smile on her face that would make you think she knows something about you you don't want her to know. As soon as she entered, she noticed the brawl that had took place, a little pack of Pirates who acted like dogs were out numbering a poor man who seemed to be doing quite well despite the unfairness of the situation, but was still getting quite pummelled. Until another man stepped in to help and also began punching one of the Pirates in the face. Her face lit up with excitement as she clapped her hands together in awe, she looked quite thrilled to be watching such an event. "Yeah you get those dogs!" She cheered from the entry as another entered, nudging her as they pushed past from her being in the way. "You could have said excuse me ya block head. Jeez! People can be so rude huh?" Catherine said this with a familiar tone as she moved herself from the entrance and directed her question at a random person who was nearby. A very pale and skinny, tall man. She liked the look of him, he certainly stood out with those glassy white eye with dark slits along with other features. She was glad that by random she had turned to this strange man, who was obviously inhuman. "Whoa you look pretty cool!" Catherine's black eyes widened as a big smile formed on her face. She leaned forward, tilting her head to the side as she studied him closer. "What's your name? I'm Catherine, are you a local here? I don't think I've ever seen you before, I'd definitely remember you. How did you become like this? Did you accidentally drink a magic potion you thought would make you stronger? Because I know this one guy who did that once and his WHOLE head turned into the head of a fish! It was so funny, hard to take him seriously." Catherine finally took a breath, it was a bit hard to talk loudly over all the loud people in the Tavern and talk a lot as well. She turned for a moment, leaning against the counter she studied all the people as a thick, claw tapped on her chin inquisitively, there were many she wished to speak with but first, she'd chat with his guy. Turning back to look at him she spoke again. "There are some odd people here tonight huh?"

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Character Portrait: Xerxes Gaspari Character Portrait: Irukandji Character Portrait: Keith Jeremiah Smith Character Portrait: Catherine Audrey

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As soon as another fistfight started, the bartender slid from the back with a small pouch. He came up to Irukandji and swept the pouch to his hands. He weighed the pouch a bit and ran his fingers across the surface, getting a feel for the items inside.

"Yes, this'll do." , he said as he let out a menacing grin.

The bartender let out a nervous smile and said with a low tone: "Next shipment next week, yes?"

"As always, yes.", he said as he swept the pouch in the pocket of his pants. He then shifted his gaze back towards the bar and laid his elbows on the counter behind him, but something was off. He heard a subtle murmur somewhere, it wasn't there before. It was growing louder than the noise in the rest of the tavern. In fact, it was growing rather irritating. It was actually growing really really irritating. One by one his sharp teeth were revealed as his eye twitched and his frown grew wider. He finally jerked his head left, and saw a girl right out of a fancy french ball. Then he realized this girl had been talking to his ear this entire time, initiating a thought process: Was she a whore? Pretty good looking for one, save for the skin condition. But what about the fact that she isn't soliciting me? No, she isn't a whore. . . maybe an escort? This whole situation is awkward. I can't deal with this right now . . .

What the fuck do you want?, he hissed.

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Character Portrait: Irukandji Character Portrait: Catherine Audrey

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Image"Wow that was rude. But it's okay, I'll forgive you, just this once!" Catherine's facial expressions were quite enthusiastic as well as her speech. She wasn't fazed by the angry look he was giving her or the sharp teeth, he wasn't the first unusual looking character she had spoken with. And there were occasions when someone would try to physically harm her from simply talking to them. People were too touchy sometimes in her opinion.

The reptilian woman tilted her head to the side slightly once more and studied his face more carefully. "You have pretty sharp teeth. How sharp are they exactly though? I mean can they bite through my arm? Oh we should see if they can pierce my skin!" With much excitement Catherine clapped her hands together, she was quite curious to see if those sharp teeth could pierce her thick reptilian skin. And well, if they did then he could fix herself. "Oh and what I wanted was to know your name." Catherine leaned forward slightly as she spoke "I'm Catherine, I don't think you heard me earlier!" She made sure to speak loudly and clearly, sort of slowly on purpose as if he didn't understand what language she was speaking, then stood up straight again. "God I wish these noisy brutes would keep it down a bit, I can't hear myself think! It gets annoying raising your voice continuously as you talk you know?" She wasn't sure whether or not this guy would possibly try and harm her or not yet; some people just lash out at others because of trust issues, which she can't blame then for feeling that way in this place but still, shouldn't stop you from having fun. Nonetheless, if he did harm her, depending on if he landed the attack or not, then she might leave him alone, she wasn't the fighting type and preferred to stay out of any kind of brawl. Didn't want to waste medical equipment on a silly fight.

Catherine turned to look at the other people in the Tavern once again, watching the brawl happen before them. She began to remember the strange looking man had made some kind deal with the bartender as they had exchanged something she didn't quite catch the look of. She was a bit curious but assumed it was goods for the Tavern and in return, money. Rubbing the back of her head, messing up her already messy, dry, thick hair, she turned back to the man before her and smiled. "What will you do after this? I mean, after hanging around here?"

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Character Portrait: Xerxes Gaspari Character Portrait: Fae Ratchet Character Portrait: Keith Jeremiah Smith Character Portrait: Samara DeVries

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Green-flecked hazel eyes gazed upon the tavern with an air of wonder, curiousity drawing her towards the foreign building like metal to a magnet. Having arrived only a night ago, Samara had yet to explore the sea port town as much as she would have liked, and only now stumbled across the lively looking establishment.

Turning to catch a passerby, the young woman carefully spoke in what she thought was now an all-but-perfected male timbre. "Begging your pardon, but what manner of place is that?"

The man regarded her as though she were daft, brows furrowed as he gruffly answered her anyway. "You got rocks in yer head boy? That's Madame Aja's Tavern. Hottest spot in town." Samara looked affronted at the insult, all but glaring at the retreating figure even as a burning embarassment filled her veins and colored her face. She didn't much care for looking a fool, even if she logically had no way of knowing otherwise. She had half a mind to curse out loud, but force of habit prevented the expletive from being released. Instead, she turned to marvel once more at the pub, feeling excited in spite of her less than pleasant exchange.

Sure, she had heard of such things, for they were mentioned often enough. But she grew up in high society, and as her parents emphasized, no respectable aristocrat- especially a woman would be caught dead in such a place. It was for common folk- or so she was told, and such establishments were beneath her.

Despite her upbringing, Samara couldn't keep from feeling a growing excitement, intrigued by the thought of finally being able to freely set foot in such a place. It would seem almost silly, but even something as common as this was an adventure to her- stepping into forbidden territory. The sensation was the same thrill she always got when about to learn something new, and Samara relished the feeling. Mind made up, she headed to the building in question and pushed open the door, heart racing in anticipation.

The sight stopped her in her tracks. Whatever she was expecting, this was not it. It was far livelier inside than it appeared, and quite the mix of patrons could be seen. No one social class seemed to dominate, nor did the rules she grew up with seem to apply. The scent of alchohol and admittedly good-smelling food reached her nostrils, along with the occasional hint of perfume from the brothel ladies.

Samara glanced around, catching sight of a group of sailors throwing knives at a target upon the wall. A cook placed fresh hot meals in front of several seated patrons. And, to top it off, a fight seemed to have broken out between a single man and a group of rather pissed off looking pirates. She let out an invouluntary gasp at the struggle, seeing a fine dark haired man intervene with a tackle to one of the attacking pirates. She had honestly never seen people truly fight before, and the brawl caught her by surprise. Perhaps it took away from the guise of her being a male, but she couldn't hide her shock. Was this common place in taverns?

Samara felt a strong urge to move, to do something...to help. But how on earth was she to do such a thing? She had sparred with her brother whenever he would indulge her, but never had she been in any position to defend someone. Her thoughts were interrupted when a fighter stumbled back from a punch, the figure narrowly missing her as she stepped back to avoid the brawl.