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Darren von Hapsburg

"...I will help...this expedition...but I suggest that...you do not put...too much hope...in me..."

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a character in “Destiny's Child”, as played by aarondalea

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||Name||
Darren von Hapsburg

||Nickname||
“I have…no nickname.”
For his enemies- The Black Death | Mask | Number 13

||Age||
27

||Gender||
Male

||Sexuality||
“Have…not…thought about…that yet…”

||Face Claim||
Hei || Darker than Black

||Position||
Explosives Expert



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||Skills||
• Explosives|| As per to his occupation, Darren is extremely good at wiring explosives. From the normal gun powder to flammable liquids. They are like the back of his hand, and Darren rarely ever does anything wrong when it comes to explosives. Within his nation, he is one of the few people who can operate a gun and cannon; Darren is also one of the last few masters of the technique of creating artillery and bullets. With a bit of wire, something to create a fire, and gun powder, Darren can create an explosion virtually anywhere he wants. His usual equipment includes his coils created from flint, his electrified knives, and poaches of gunpowder that are hidden all over his clothes.
• Hand-to-hand Combat|| A part of his background entitled that Darren would be extremely good at hand-to-hand combat. He has yet to meet someone whom can defeat him, besides his ever elusive master he has not met for many years. Not only is Darren extremely quick with his limbs and mind, Darren can do near anything due to his profound strength as well. However, he always manages to get himself hurt. Darren knows himself that this shouldn't happen, but it does, as if he's using these wounds as a reminder of something- but what, no one but Darren knows.
• Swords fighting|| Though Darren doesn't like to use his sword much for direct combat, he still uses it if needs be. However, on this expedition, he has kept his sword hidden, as he believes that it won't call for his technique with his knives any time soon. But when Darren does use his knives, he wields them almost as if they are an extension of his arms, weaving them around faster than the naked eye can follow. Darren has no set sword style that he follows along, but rather goes spontaneously with however his opponent acts.



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||Likes||
• His knives|| "They...entrance me...in a sense...they...disgust me?"
• Explosions|| Darren's fascination with explosions is extremely similar with his interest in his knives. It is mixed with a dash of interest and a dash of hatred, despising what his life has come to in the end. Whenever he sets off bombs, Darren tends to take a second to watch as debris flies in the sky along with flames, before returning to whatever task he had been doing before.
• His Mask|| He likes how his mask gives him a sense of uniqueness- difference, and yet without an identity at all. Darren likes to hide his true face, as he believes that not only can he protect himself this way, but also others that live around him.
Books | Reading | the Sun | Nature | Relaxing | Extremely Short Naps | Black Clothes | Solitude | Quiet | Stretching | Cats | Traveling | Boats | Music | Eating Large Meals | Running
||Dislikes||
• Himself|| Darren dislikes himself- what he is and what he has to do. The sight of flesh and blood now only evoke a sense of dread, rather than disgust- or, well, nothing. This dislike only arose recently when Darren came to the sudden realization that he was, really, nothing more than a mannequin.
• Summer|| The heat irks Darren. Not only does it make his jobs harder, the days shorter, and his breath shorter, but it also causes him to sweat a lot. Darren especially hates sweating, as it could probably leave traces of his DNA in scenes where he has to absolutely disappear from.
• His Past|| Harsh memories of excruciating training bring Darren nothing but shudders and jabs of hallucinated pain.
• Proximity|| "Just...stay...away..."
• Sleeping|| Whenever Darren closes his eyes, flashes of past ghosts and victims surface in his mind. This has caused Darren to become an insomniac, and rarely is he ever able to get a good night's sleep unless he casts a sleeping incantation on himself or drains down a sleeping pill.
Foolishness | Omens | Loud People | Chaotic Situations | Misinformation | Orders | His 'Job' | Hints of His True Lineage | Pompous Rich People | Carcasses | His Targets | Hospitals


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||Personality||
{Cold | Distant | Cut Off | Calculative | Apathetic | Strategic | Cruel | Inquisitive | Shy}
It is no wonder that Darren acts and behaves as he does after one inspects his history. He did not have the chance to open up to anyone as a child, and as a result has grown up to be distant towards others, due to his inability to do so. Darren never tries to shorten the gap between himself and others, as he truly believes that he does not deserve any sort of human comfort or closeness. Whenever others try to come close, Darren always manages to cut them off, shoving them away as far as possible so that no one really fully knows who Darren is and where he is from. Even the people who control him in the upper governments are not fully sure of what sort of personality Darren has; he is almost like a wild dog, controlled yet free at the same time, his teeth bared for any sort of probable threat that might come his way. Others might describe Darren as a lost baby, trying to find his way in life- but Darren is not defenseless. Rather, Darren is ruthless to anyone and everyone just to make sure that his own personal bubble is never burst.

As an assassin, Darren is extremely ruthless. If anyone sees him while slinking around or doing the act, Darren tends to leave collateral damage afterwards, with a higher body count than needed. He is extremely calculative, and tends to think out each and every of his movements a long time before the actually goes in for the kill. Every step is a strategic maneuver within Darren's head, as he thinks that each error is another step deeper into failure and his own death. He feels near no remorse during these killing sprees- and this sense of apathy also translates into Darren's every life, as he rarely ever relates himself with others however long he's interacted with them. In some ways, Darren can be meticulous at times, but he lives an overall messy and content lifestyle when not focusing on his assassination plans as passed down from the respective four governments.




||Strengths||
• Strength|| Darren has incredible strength, enough for him to pick up large weights without much problem. This helps him carry heavier loads without much sweat, and move cannons around without much help from others. Darren still, however, has to keep his exertion in check, as he is still susceptible to strained muscles and the such just like anyone else.
• Agility|| Extremely fast with his feet, Darren is almost like a ghost sometimes, appearing and vanishing suddenly without a notice. His fast speed also helps him during combat, as Darren relies a lot on dodging his opponent's attacks rather than parrying them.
• Marksmanship|| Due to his profession, it is obvious that Darren cannot appear in front of his targets or cause large explosions to take down his opponents. To keep his identity hidden- and his mask relatively unknown- Darren has honed his marksmanship so that his knives rarely ever miss their target. His careful calculations, keen eye, and steady hands help make sure that Darren's knives dive a straight arc towards the bullseye within Darren's mind.
• Intelligence|| Darren is extremely smart, and is able to think of ways to escape traps and solve problems with the blink of an eye. It's hard to say that Darren is smarter than others, but he counts it as a strength since he has been able to time and time again escape from any sort of bad situation he has gotten into.
||Weaknesses||
• Sociability|| It is obvious that Darren does not have an easy time trying to mingle with others- not that he tries much anyways.
• Apathy|| Darren finds it extremely hard to align his own emotions with those of others, and tends to think of it as a sort of 'folly', as he can't really see it happening in the future at all. He thinks that a person's emotions should be kept 'personal' and tends to isolate himself from the problems of others. To this point, Darren goes around in life caring about, nearly, nothing at all.
• Speaking Problems|| During his early training, Darren somehow wounded his vocal chord. Now, he is unable to fluently speak and has to pause between two to three words or a sharp pain will shoot down his throat, leaving him nauseous and in pain.
• Unorganized|| Though a meticulous assassin, Darren is extremely sloppy with his own life. Never has the floor of his room been uncluttered, and never has he been able to find anything he wants with the flash of an eye.




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||History||
"I...was unwanted ever since I was born..."
Darren had been abandoned on the steps of an orphanage at the young ripe age of 6 months old. There, he slowly grew up until he was 4 years old, constantly bullied by the older occupants within the orphanage. "They...called me...wimp...? I would like them...to call me that again..." His young age, his height and appearance, caused many curses and bullying to occur, all directed towards Darren. No one dared to step up for the young boy, not even the workers at the orphanage, as nearly the whole child population within the orphanage suddenly turned against Darren. He himself still cannot fathom why it happened- but it did, and he only thanks them for roughing him up for what was to be expected of him in the future. What he later did find out from the women who took care of him did provide a bit of insight where he came from- or at least, what his lineage was. Maria, his caretaker, told him that he had been brought to the orphanage, not found. Wrapped in the most expensive cloth Maria had ever seen, Darren had been placed under her patronage and then the orphanage paid to keep Darren's existence a secret. "Apparently...it was okay for Maria to...sit by and watch as they hit me...encouraged. It gave her money- so, she did it." The cloth has long since been sold by the orphanage, so Darren is still in the dark about where he exactly came from.

But, what comes after his fifth birthday is a pure secret between Darren and a few other high level officials. On the day of Darren's birthday, he had been called from his usual seat in the middle of the grass plain that had covered the land in front of the orphanage, and placed under the scrutinizing eyes of men he had never seen before. "Till this day...I still...do not know who...they were..." However, after but a few minutes of bantering back and forth, Darren was shoved onto a car and driven away from the orphanage without further delay, leaving behind his life at the orphanage behind him. What he faced the next few months was far more cruel and violent than anything the young Darren could have imagined. It was so physically taxing that it permanently damaged Darren's ability to speak, though this mainly is because, during this period of time, Darren did not speak at all. For the next decade, Darren was locked up in a "military" training facility- a top secret spy and assassin training center, running under the jurisdiction of Tsugitachi. There, Darren was pounded with assassination techniques, honed to be extremely charming and gregarious, yet cold and harsh at the same time. Darren never really picked up the first part- he can, if he wants, but he rarely does act like the man he wishes to be. Otherwise, Darren was an excellent student. Though he doesn't let it show, the education that he received at the academy was one of the best within Tsugitachi, allowing Darren to excel in the ways of mechanisms, the sciences, technology, and linguistics. Furthermore, he passed the harsh training that was provided at the academy with flying grades.

Thus, the plans that had been placed on Darren's head was pushed forward by three years. Darren received his first ever mission when he was a mere fifteen years old, still young but the rebellious spirit that so characterized boys his age. He covered it flawlessly, taking out a controversial physicist that had been expelled from Drek borders due to his dangerous human experiments. Darren had returned back to the academy within two days, the man's decapitated head held by the hairs in Darren's hand. This trend continued throughout the next few years, with Darren sent out to take out high profile targets for the bidding of the four large islands that now dominate the seas. He cannot count how many people have perished in his hands anymore; all Darren knows is that, by now, he is used to the blood and the screams. Currently, as the explosives expert on the ship, Darren is once again on another mission- the extermination of all savages on an island Witchika wishes to use for agricultural produce. He knows that he cannot trust anyone and he'd rather keep it that way, far away from the other inhabitants that now work around on the ship.

So begins...

Darren von Hapsburg's Story

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Nothing was better then morning on a boat, but of course, that was only Chris's opinion. The sky was a facade full of reds, pinks, and yellows, swirling across the open air in a beautiful motif of fiery beauty. The ocean was calm and the smell of salt was strong in the air today; Chris climbed down from the crows nest and checked his watch (he had stolen it off of a noblemen in Tsugitachi a while back), it was nearly 5:30 which meant that soon the crew would be bustling about, preparing for the day. There was at least another day or two until they reached the shores of the Pirate Island where they would be able to vacation and recuperate for a bit before setting out once more to collect treasure and terrorize islands.

Lately they had been going on a lot of raids and Chris thought that the crew deserved some time off in a place where no one would harass them. Besides, the island was practically empty this time of year aside from the workers that kept everything in order.

He walked across the deck, trying to be as quiet as he could for the crew below. The Captain's quarters were on the main floor, right under where the wheel was.

Chris opened the door to his room to find someone sleeping in his bed. She had been doing that a lot lately, leaving her bed to go sleep in his. That's when Chris noticed the grate to the vent on the floor was open and that there was blood trailing from the open hole to where she was hiding. With a sigh Chris pulled up the blanket to find her hugging her bleeding knees. "What did you do?" He asked, picking the little girl up to survey the damage. She had done quiet a number on herself and her skin was beginning to crack as well. "I guess I'll have to take you to Alister." The child went ridged in his hands, her face contorting into an expression that would have been amusing had she not been so scared. "Don't give me that look Little Sister, you're the one who banged yourself up."

He carried the squirming girl downstairs and knocked twice on the Medic's door before opening it. "Alister are you up?" There was blood slowly running down the child's legs. Thankfully none had dripped on the floor, otherwise Chris would have to have Edward clean it up. His watch began to beep and he placed the girl on the floor, "I have to go, I'll come back to get her soon." Chris promised and closed the door to Alister's room.

He had to go wake up Camelia to start on breakfast and then had to go discuss something with Robin and Cellia. Chris walked down the corridor until he reached the Cook's door and rapped hard on the wood, "Camelia, it's time to get up!"

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Reyna had been crawling through the metal air vents, watching people sleep. She had stopped over Ki-Yo because of a noise that had come from the Woman's room and in the process Reyna scraped her knees on a nail. It had been a quick scramble back up to the Captain's room, where she proceeded to hide under his blanket and lick off the blood that had gotten on her fingers (how it had gotten on her hands Reyna wasn't so sure).

A few minutes later the Captain had come in to find Reyna hiding in his bed under the large quilt that covered the mattress. She knew what he was going to say, that she needed to go see the medic to patch up her knees, but frankly Reyna hated Alister. Not because he was a bad guy, he wasn't at all, she just hated doctors in general.

As soon as Chris put her down on the floor below she darted under the desk in the corner in a shimmery blur, her skin continuing to flake as it dried up. If Reyna didn't wet it soon, it would feel as though she were drowning on dry land. Maybe Reyna could run away to Cellia's quarters and use the second in command's bathroom to re-hydrate? Does Cellia keep salt in her bathroom? Reyna wondered.

Reyna silently begged for Chris to come back, it's not like calling out to him would do her any good, she didn't have a voice, plus it would have most likely only angered Alister and alerted the others that there was a stowaway on board; which was not something Reyna wanted.

Reyna watched the Medic move with keen golden eyes, she had seen what he had done to some of his other patients and wasn't going to let him poke her with any needles or get too close with anything that wasn't a band aid.

The bleeding was getting significantly worse, she didn't care though, even though it was staining Reyna's favorite dress. The child looked around the small space for an escape route, but the metal duct in here was in the ceiling; the only way to get inside of the crawl space was on a really tall chair or a ladder. Who might be able to help her get out of here? Only three people on the ship knew of her existence; one was in the room and the other had left her here. Everyone else was most likely asleep due to the early hour.

Reyna herself had been asleep only thirty minutes before but had, had a nightmare about her past and couldn't find Chris so she had gotten through the vents to look for Cellia, but had stopped over Ki-Yo because of a noise (which had turned out to just be the sound of breathing).

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Chris was quite surprised that Camelia opened the door wearing nothing but a shirt. He didn't mind, it wasn't a bad view or anything, he just hadn't thought of her as the type to sleep in just a button down shirt. "I'm so sorry I didn't wake up earlier! I guess I uh... stayed up to late! I hope you can forgive me sir!" This wasn't as much of a shock because frankly, it wasn't Chris's business as to what his crew did after hours. After Chris turned in for the night, he assumed the other stayed up for a few more hours before going to bed as well; you know what they say when you assume.

"Oh sir! Shall I start breakfast? Do you have any requests for today?" Chris leaned against the wall, an easy smile slipping onto his lips. He hoped he didn't look pervy, "There isn't really anything specific I would prefer. Although I did like those rice omelettes you made the other week." Chris normally hated eggs, they made him extremely nauseous, but rice omelettes had done nothing other than satisfy his taste buds and belly. "Would you mind making some more donuts as well? A little bird on board told me she greatly enjoys your pastries." Chris loved a good pastry and if Camelia didn't want to make omelettes than donuts and coffee were the next best thing.

"I'll see you in the kitchen," next he had to check in with his second in command and then find Robin. He heard stirring coming from another room and figured Edward was just rising as well; good there was some cleaning on the top deck that needed to be done. He knocked on Cellia's door and heard voices coming from within. Not one for the privacy of others, Chris opened the door to see Ki-Yo and Cellia sitting on the bed. Did all the girls on this ship sleep in just shirts? How had he not found this out until now?

"Morning," he nodded to the two. "Sorry to interrupt," Chris stepped into the doorway, opening the door up a bit more. "Cellia do you think we could meet after breakfast today?" He asked, seeing as how she was busy with Ki-Yo who looked as though she had seen a ghost. Maybe she had? This ship was quite old after all.

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Reyna relaxed a bit when Alister said that there would be no needles for her today. It was a relief, the girl hated needles almost as much as she hated doctors. Reyna winced when he put the disinfectant on the wounds, the stuff coming from the bottle smelled bad and it stung and in Reyna's mind that meant it was bad.

She sat still long enough for the Medic to apply the bandages, then Reyna began squirming once more. Once he was done the child followed Alister to the door and ran as soon as it was opened. She had to be careful as she made her way back to Chris's room. Reyna had to be sure not to run into anyone or to let anyone see her and it was hard work hiding on a ship at the hour when everyone was just getting out of their rooms.

Reyna stood in front of the Captain's corridors on the main deck. For a second she unsure if she should enter. The answer was obvious, but this was Reyna's first time outside in a very long time and she didn't really want to go back to the isolation of the room. It was the flaking of her scales that reminded Reyna if she didn't go inside, she would probably dry out. So Reyna turned the gold knob and went inside the large space, walking towards the closet. Inside the part the room the Captain had deemed her's, Reyna poured a cup of salt into the tub of water that sat in front of the small bed behind a second door. The girl doused herself in the metal basin, breathing a sigh of relief as her skin absorbed the salt water. Her lungs no longer felt as though they were going to burst and her knees felt significantly better as well.

Who should I spy on next? Reyna wondered as she ran her wet fingers along her neck. Suddenly the girl remembered Alister's advice and pulled off the dress she was wearing, balling it up throwing it in a wet heap into the corner. Robin and Edward are always interesting to watch, Reyna thought. Of course, at this time of the morning Camelia would be making breakfast and the smells would no doubt lure her to the space above the stove top. Darren scarred Reyna, he reminded her a lot of someone she once knew, although she couldn't remember who it was. So no, she definitely wouldn't watch him.

Reyna had already risked watching Ki-Yo and that hadn't turned out so well. The girl stood up and stepped out of the basin, the left over water absorbing itself into her skin. Reyna went through the small pile of dresses that she owned and slipped into a pink one with white ruffles on the front and a black ribbon.

Next she slid into the vents to explore the ship and spy on a life Reyna knew would never be her's.

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"Perfect," Chris clapped his hands together and walked down the hall towards the kitchen, he could smell the food all the way down the hall and wondered what kind of vegetables would be in the omelettes today. Speaking of vegetables, Chris had to get a list from everyone of what they needed when they landed on Pirate's Cove. He was going to restock the ship while they all rested. Something suddenly occurred to him and Chris realized this was an urgent question he was going to need to ask Cellia, but he didn't want to bug her.

He would have to ask her later then... When Chris entered the kitchen he noticed that Edward had a handcuff on his wrist and was following Cellia out of the room. Immediately, Chris's head turned towards Robin and the Captain rolled his eyes. Normally Robin's jokes were funny, but Chris was beginning to feel bad for Edward who seemed to always be on the receiving end of one of Robin's pranks. Chris was glad that Robin had not attempted to prank him yet, but then again, no one was allowed into the Captain's Corridors without permission. That didn't stop a few crew members though, sometimes he would walk into his room to find one of them sitting on his bed.

Suddenly, the ship began to tilt and Chris cursed. He bolted from the kitchen and past Alister in the hallway, up the stairs and bursting through the door before he finally reached the wheel and turned it sharply the other way. The ship began to even out and Chris sighed in relief, with all the future technology that Tsugitachi produced, their stabilizers weren't all the good. They might have to raid the island again to see what new machines they came out with that could help the crew in their endeavors. Chris was beginning to go back down the kitchen when he tripped and caught his foot on the handrail and ended up tumbling down the stairs. God, Chris could be such a clutz sometimes. He stood up and stretched, cracking his back and moaning at his sore bottom. Chris looked at his palm to see a piece of wood stuck in it. He bit down on his lip and pulled the splinter out, trying not to yelp at the sudden pain. Thankfully, no one else was on deck, otherwise his image as their fearless Captain could have been tarnished.

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Reyna crawled through the vents, avoiding the nail that had cut her knees up. The child was halfway to the kitchen when something caught her attention, a puppy! She watched as it followed the orange haired boy who was trailing behind Edward. Her golden eyes followed the two curiously, but only for a minute before Reyna remembered her previous task of getting to the kitchen. Reyna crawled carefully until she was positioned over the vents that looked down over the stove, the girl took in a whiff of the delicious food and sighed in contentment, her tummy grumbling at the sight of the perfect omelettes.

Then Camelia took something out of the fridge; could it be? Was that doughnut dough? Suddenly Reyna found herself salivating and wiped her mouth on her forearm. The Captain had better bring her donuts and not just eat them all himself. Could she bite him if he did that? No, last time she bit him he punished her and made her sit in Cellia's room while the woman was working on something, that had been a very boring hour.

Maybe Cellia would bring her donuts? Reyna turned and began crawling the other way to find Cellia. She reached the girl's room, but found that there was no one inside of it. Great, now who was she supposed to ask? Chris didn't always remember to bring her breakfast and she had a feeling that with all the preparations for their vacation, Chris would forget about her. She wasn't about to ask Alister... Which left no one. Unless she broke Chris's rules and asked Ki-Yo or Camelia? Maybe she could convince them that she was a ghost that needed doughnut sacrifices? This obsession with fried dough probably wasn't good for her, but doughnuts were Reyna's salvation. It was one of the first things she ate when the Captain rescued her out of a basement in Drek.

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Darren had been sitting on the bow, his arms and legs stuck out across from the railings, his head bobbing up and down as the ship had moved along the calm sea. He had fallen asleep- or more like, a stupor- with his eyes open, glaring at the dark waves that had intrigued- enticed- him, the soft rippling movements of a temptress drawing him to sit down in the open, rather than back in his safe bunk. He finally stirred as sounds from the kitchen forced him to blink his bleary eyes slowly, one after the other, as if turning them on with the soft motion of his eyelids down and then back up. Here…. The memories started to click as Darren looked around, his neck cracking as he turned it left and right, his shoulders protesting as he leaned away from the railing. His arms had fallen asleep. Darren grunted as he lost control of his arms, as the little annoying particles of sand seemed to flow down within his blood stream into his arm and fingers. Nothing to be done. He shook his hands repeatedly as he returned to gazing at the sea- it was a different one from this morning. Now, it was bright and happy, compared to the dark and seductive waters Darren had seen yesterday.

So this is the life of a pirate? Darren’s eyes flickered towards the kitchen before his eyes flickered back onto his hands, as he kneaded them against his legs, ignoring the shooting pain that shot up his arm whenever he did. The sea…and a crew almost like a family… He sighed- he was thinking too much. As per to Him- Darren clenched his fist, a look of pure hatred flashed upon his face- until it was gone again. He was on a mission, but not one that he had signed up for when he had stepped onto this boat. No. Looking around, Darren leaned slowly against the railing, his eyes vacant and his hair messy, swaying in the damp sea air. This was only an intermediate phase, to help him get to the destination he wanted to reach. My…target. For his newest mission that had been passed down to him from the higher ups. Even the captain didn’t know- but well, probably, he did know something. It wasn’t everyday that an explosives expert comes forth with a larger array of knives than explosives. But Darren had been able to quell any questions about his talent with explosives. He had been trained to- it was his job. My…job… His hands back to normal, Darren wiped them on his coat and slowly got up in a fluid motion, the hidden knives that Darren had placed in his blazer grazing his skin without making any noise.

It was another day on the ship, and Darren still had no idea what to do. Explosives expert… What did that mean? Was he supposed to help out on the ship? But no matter, Darren would have done anything the captain asked for him to do- except for murder. That was only from the higher-ups only, the ones that had forcibly trained him into what he was today. Taking the view of the sky, the sea, and enjoying the crisp air that blew around him, Darren felt at ease for once in a long time- until his stomach rumbled. Darren looked down at his stomach, his eyes wide as if shocked by the sound. Food… But there were people in the kitchen. Hesitating, Darren shook his head before taking a step forward, and then another, and then more towards the kitchen, his face emotionless but inside it was a completely different story. He had never interacted with people as the ship crew members did with one another- he never knew people could treat others as they did on this ship. He also knew that some didn’t like him- and, anyways, he was on here for a mission not on a quest to find friends.

Ignoring the other people as he walked in, Darren made his way around the table and sat in a corner, his face gloomy and his aura bored. At least, he hoped that it was so. Without his mask on, Darren felt as if all of his emotions were out in the open for all to judge and inspect- he could not hide anything. But now it was not important. He had a new mission. Food… Turning his head, Darren gazed at the busy Camelia, waiting for her to present something for the people that now sat at the table.

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Her stomach growled, her knees trembled; she was rarely hungry but when the rumbles began, they did not stop until satisfied by something sweet. Reyna would be breaking the rules, Chris would be terribly mad, but what else was there to do? She positioned herself over the vents in the kitchen, the metal creaking under her weight as she shifted and knelt above the grate. Reyna kicked it, watching as it tumbled to the ground. She followed it a few seconds later and hit the wooden floor with a soft thump! Ignoring the stares of the crew members and walking right up to the fridge.

Reyna took out the milk and went to one of the place settings at the mahogany table, pouring herself a glass and sitting down, chugging the cold liquid and giving a silent sigh when finished.

The pink choker with the silver pendant that dangled around her neck marked Reyna as property of the ship, in case she ever got off and needed to find her way back; there were only a handful of ways to get such a necklace. Even though she was technically a stowaway, Reyna was also property of the King of the Pirates. Her thoughts straying from the milk, Reyna her head full of blond hair to look at the chef, Camelia, hoping that there was an omelette for her as well because her stomach was growling quite loudly now and the milk hadn't satisfied the hunger pangs.

What was she to do while she waited for food? Reyna glanced around the room, she couldn't exactly introduce herself as the child had no voice and she knew that even if she did say anything they probably wouldn't know how to respond; so Reyna did the only thing she could think of, she picked up the grate and held it out to Edward.

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Character Portrait: Darren von Hapsburg Character Portrait: Camelia Porter Character Portrait: Edward Strand Character Portrait: Ki-Yo Character Portrait: Robin Sprocket Character Portrait: The Stowaway
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Ki-Yo was again, pissed off, not really seem to calm herself down after watching the act of the Navigator. “You got me. I swapped your shampoo with hair dye, sorry. I'm joking! I wouldn't do that. Hehe... Heh. Anyway, how may little Robin be of service to you, ma'am?” Sus.. pi.. cous... Ki-You watched the little guy with a threatening glare, no, she was definitely not up for jokes. "The blood! In my room! It was your doing right?" She accused him, pointing her finger with sprouting confidence. A confidence without any evidence. Yet a delation anyone in the crew would think as possible.

Meanwhile, Darren entered the kitchen. Actually Ki-Yo didn't really know how to deal with this one. He makes it difficult for her to figure him out, or at least trying to communicate with him as fellow crew members. It's not only Ki-Yo who had difficulties to get through him though, which isn't such a big surprise as to how quiet and unapproachable he was. Frightening. Intimidating. Creepy. Ki-Yo thought at the first encounter that he was a professional killer. That's why her attention averted to him as he entered and took a seat, apparently waiting for the food to be served. Which shouldn't take long... for her stomache sake, too.

Then, there was that really awkward silence.

Of course, Ki-Yo didn't really realise that; she was again, in her own world where she tried to calm down and accomplish a smile as well as a greeting, as it would be weird not to show such gestures to fellow crew members, even if we're talking about Derren who wasn't likely to have bothered with such triviality. At least, Ki-Yo believed it to be that way. Suddenly, a strange sound interrupting the silence. Metal against metal, a crash upon the wooden flor as well as a sound of a falling subject, roughly kissed the ground. Someone... or something, is trying to get through... At the time Ki-Yo grabbed the knife on the table, that little girl popped out. Made her way to the kitchen without a care for anyone's opinion and took milk out of the fridge. Immidiately, she gulped the white liquid down as of great thirst.

"Eh- uhm. Eeeeeeh??! Who-- no-- WHAT is this child? Huh, Huuuh, how did she get on the ship?" Ki-Yo was so confused she took a seat, while her eyes still fixed on the blonde girl, watching her obviously taken aback. Blind passenger perhaps? A LOST KID? While she thought of various possibilities as of how and why she was aboard, her attention shifted to the necklace she wore. The pink choker with the silver pendant. No outsider could own.

When the girl glanced around the room, Ki-Yo's confusion changed to curiosity. "Hey cute girl, what's your name? Where did you come from? How did you get that necklace? How old are you?" She however, approached Edward and held out the grate. A bit irritated she got ignored and all the attention was meant for Edward, Ki-Yo decided to tease that big guy a bit. "Uhm... I guess it's her present to you, Edward? She finds you attractive perhaps? Love at first sight? Or, or wait, she thinks you can break that cuff with that right? Or or..." While she tried to figure out the reason of why (which she eventually did very eagerly and not for teasing purposes), she heard sounds other than usual. It wasn't the reassuring ocean waves, nor the exciting sound and smell of Camelia's cooking.

Ki-Yo ran outside. Her hair flew widely in the wind, but her sight only fixed on one thing ahead: "LAAAAND, HOOOOO!!!"