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Josephine Dimas Aguilar

A Spanish spy and boat carpenter with a relatively easy past.

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a character in “Making Waves”, as played by Wandering_fanboy

Description

Name: Josephine Dimas Aguilar
Age: 33
Occupation: Freelance thief/spy
Role: Carpenter
Nationality: Spain
Personality: As playful as she can be cruel, Josephine doesn’t anger easily and is rather difficult to startle until the lights go out. Miss Aguilar loves joking, dancing, and all around having a good time. She does her best to keep any crew from getting bored at sea without being physical.

With wonderful aim with a pistol, Josephine has little to no training in any other weapon. She has even been known to club someone over the back of their head with a pistol before stabbing anyone. Josephine has only been in two actual melees. Although, she has done a lot of practice to perfect her pistol whipping.

Josephine does become pretty serious when on a job though. Money is involved? Meh. Her reputation could be damaged? Never. Her reputation is her income, and nothing will get in the way of completing a job. She won’t accept a job without doing some research over what the client wants done. After all, why would Josephine want to walk into a trap?

Likes:
Carpentry: Building boats and repairing them has calmed Miss Aguilar’s mind since she first tried it out. The noises of all the tools used soothes her mind. Just don’t interrupt her while she is working or you may find yourself waking up to nails falling on your head.
Pistols: You can fire a devastating lead ball or flip it around and use it as a club. In Josephine’s opinion, not many weapons are as versatile, and none are as versatile while being as power and elegant.
Espionage: It thrills her. Finding out secrets that could have the power to bring nations to their knees. Learning the location of an object that holds a large part of a person's pride and then getting paid to tell someone that she found it just make Josephine all bubbly inside.
Parties: Fancy clothes, dancing, and pretty and/or fun music is entertaining to most people. Josephine enjoys all of those qualities. The music actually encouraged her to learn to play the violin. She tends to listen in on others’ conversations and find information on interesting characters. French parties are her favorite because there always seems to be two feuding men that don’t keep any of their quarrel quiet.

Dislikes:
Having to be honest: Being honest isn’t a problem to Josephine. Being forced to be honest is a problem, mostly because of what comes with it. Being held at gun(or sword)point makes anyone uncomfortable, but even being cornered into honest unsettles Josephine.
Darkness: Josephine knows damn well what can be lurking in the dark. She’s killed too many people in the dark to trust it anymore. She always carries a candle and some flint and steel. If Josephine wants light, by God she’ll get it.
Swords: For Josephine, swords are either too elegant and froo-froo or too barbaric, and people with swords are always resting their hands on the hilts as threats or pointing them around at each other.
Footwear: Feet can be as good a tool as hands sometimes. Most of the time Josephine is working on boats, she is barefoot, holding a tool with one or both feet. Josephine also loves the feeling of water and earth on her feet.

Appearance:
Hair: Josephine has long, straight brown hair that she nearly always wears in a bun held up by a piece of torn, red cloth.
Eyes: Green
Height: 5’ 5”
Weight: 118 lb.
Clothing: Tending towards light browns and white colors, Josephine usually wears a white long-sleeved shirt, but she keeps the sleeves pulled up to her elbows when she is working. She wears light brown trousers that are torn/cut off just below her knees, and she doesn’t wear shoes unless she must. When she must dress formally she tends towards grey or blue dresses. Josephine will never be seen with a poofy skirt, not even dead.

Bio: First born to a noble family in Spain, Josephine Dimas Aguilar was looked at simply as a way to get more for the family. Although her dad was softer on her and taught her things like how to shoot his dueling pistol, her mother thought that a lady shouldn’t act like that. Her mother spent a lot of time trying to get her to do “lady-like” things, but Josephine just went with her father to see things like court and other “noble” dealings.

Little, six year-old Josephine only saw the big game that was politics. She asked her dad why they were dancing “like faeries” around the questions, and she quickly learned to do the same. Her mother was furious about this new talent and bunish Josephine when she did it. Her father saw the use of the talent, and showed her to one of his friends in the Spainish Navy.

The man, Admiral Andre Cervantes, was impressed by the child's skill with words. He was even more impressed when her father had her show the him how well she could eavesdrop. At fifteen paces, Josephine could still hear them whispering and make out what the conversation was about. Cervantes knew that she had the makings of a spy. She would just need some training. So he taught her the basics of stealth that day, things like move when your sounds could be covered by other noises and how to step more quietly. Little Josephine picked up on these quite slowly at first, but she became amazing at stealth over the next ten years.

Josephine’s father didn’t take her back until she was sixteen, and, in those ten years, her mother was strangely kind to her. Well, more like her mother just ignored most of her existence aside from trying to command her to do household chores. After the ten years of practice and studying history, Josephine and her father met up with now General Admiral Cervantes. They discussed how Josephine would join the Navy to perform wonderful acts of espionage. Her father gave her his dueling pistol and wished her good luck.

From there, it was seven long years away from family and many people thinking that Cervantes had brought a bride for his son. The General Admiral granted her a comfortable living space while Josephine was training under many different men that treated her with disdain. They obviously didn't want to train her, but they were outranked. They wouldn’t be the last with this mindset.

Josephine was under the command of General Admiral Cervantes for six and a half years. She was unknown to be a girl to everyone that hadn’t trained her until her last year on the boat, The Sword’s Point. The crew disrespected her when they once refused to give her a second look for fear that their secrets would come to light.

The last night of her service on the Sword’s Point, one of the crew pursued Josephine and wouldn't stop. She panicked and did the only thing that came to mind: Josephine stabbed him. As the man fell to the ground sputtering blood and clutching new his chest wound.

Josephine began to panic even more and dove into the water because the ship was close to calm waters and the shore wasn’t far beyond that. She swam to land and walked until she found a town.

The town was Gibraltar in Spain. Josephine was lucky she had enough money to rent a room and find out what she was going to do. She decided she was going to start doing her espionage work for the highest bidder. She needed a front for it though. A thought crossed her mind.

Her only friend on the Sword’s Point was the carpenter, and she had picked up a few things from him. Josephine would have to start there. It took three and a half years to get it up and running beyond the simple carpentry that had become Josephine’s passion.

The first client Josephine got was a man named Richard, and he wanted her to find a way to get Captain Sellers a pardon. He recommended Josephine to Captain Sellers on the Acheron. She took up the job. If she not only got paid for getting the pardon, but was also kept on the ship, the espionage would be unneeded. Josephine could focus nearly solely on carpentry and still live comfortably.

Other: Josephine can fix any problem on a boat in about Ÿ of the time the average carpenter does it, as long as she has the materials, time, tools, and the poor thing is docked.
Josephine also knows how to play relatively simple pieces on the violin.

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So begins...

Josephine Dimas Aguilar's Story

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Character Portrait: Angelique Thuron Character Portrait: Rashid Alamba Character Portrait: Josephine Dimas Aguilar
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The recent skirmish with the naval frigate, the Illustrious, left Josephine shaken. It had been many years since she had been around gunfire, let alone cannonfire. On the bright side, repairs on the Acheron would be better than she expected. The main concern of the boatwright was whatever damage was done to the hull when the idiot that was at the helm rammed the Acheron sidelong into the Illustrious. The patch work that had been done in town was not enough to hold well against even a softer bump.

Josephine sighed as she examined what damage she could from the inside of the hull. She had the figure out what she would need to do a quick patch job without wasting supplies. Absent-mindedly, she twirled her hammer in her right hand as she took mental notes. “I don’ understand why rammin’ another boat would be a good idea.” she grumbled as she turned to get what she’d need.

The walk towards the hold lasted a while because Josephine made a wrong turn and had to stop and think about the layout of the ship. When she got back on the path to the hold, she had a little bit of a headache. “It is goin’ to be a long day.” She thought.

As she walked into the hold, Josephine pushed the sleeves of her white shirt over her elbows and scanned over the people in the hold. A blonde girl, aged around her late teens or early twenties, was rushing around tending to the crew’s wounds before she stopped to speak with a man that had shoulder-length black hair.

Rubbing her temples in circles, Josephine walked up to the two people conversing. The blonde girl had just finished speaking about a wounded man. “So I see you have work to do,” Josephine gestured at the blonde, “Could you assist me in carryin’ some supplies for a temporary repair?” she addressed the man.

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Cannons fired not even a full second after Josephine adressed the man that spoke with the blonde lady. The thunderous reports of the cannons made Josephine flinch before she remembered that the crew needed to sink the Illustrious. She then attempted to calm herself as her heart beat on her ribs like a caged bear. It hadn't been long since Josephine first boarded the Acheron, and after a while she would get used to the crashing and clanging sounds of raging combats.

Josephine looked down and popped her knuckles before pushing her sleeves back up to her elbows and crossing her arms. A strand of her brown hair had fallen out of the strip of red cloth that held her hair in a bun and hung down the side of her face curving slightly aside the curve of her porcelain cheek. She steadied herself by changing her footing to a more widespread stance. Her brown trousers, which were torn just below her knees, swayed slightly in response to the change of position.

She let a short breath out in a failed attempt to steady her whirling nerves. "My apologies for that. It's been some time since I have actually left port on a ship." She sighed as she moved the stubborn piece of hair out of her face. "I will be needin' help transportin' the supplies required for the patchin' the boat needs at the soonest opportunity." The cannonfire must have made Josephine forget that the blonde lass was busy patching the crew because she spoken more pointedly at the lass than at the seemingly unoccupied man that stood beside them.

Angelique clasped her slightly bloody hands together and turned to her savior. "Oh, thank God I'm not the only one that's not good on a ship still. I'll see if I can't find you some strapping men that aren't bleeding heavily. Speaking of which, did you suffer any hits?" The young woman glanced up and down the carpenter. "I'm not seeing anything, but let me know if you start to feel light headed or dizzy. Or if you just need a bandage. I'm still pretty good on everything right now." Angelique smiled before adding, "Ah, I don't believe I got your name, miss...?"

Josephine stifled a smile at the blonde. It was a good feeling to not be laughed at by at least one person for such a visible display of fear and discomfort. The lady did seem to care only for leeping damaged people alive. That was an admirable quality for a doctor. When the doctor asked Josephine for her name, Josephine held her hand out for a handshake. "I'm Josephine, and you are?" Perhaps Josephine could find a friend here other than the boat itself.

Angelique wiped her hands on her skirt quickly before taking Josephine's hand. "Angelique, please. The pleasure is mine. Glad to know there's another woman aboard other than my aunt and the boyish lieutenant. We'll have to chat once everything has gotten calmer around this place." She broke the handshake and gave a start. "I still need to check on everyone else! I'll send some cute boys your way to help you out, Josephine, though they might be a bit dazed after I get through with them!" She laughed and did a little curtsy. "I'll be off, then. Adieu!" Angelique flitted back out of the hold, leaving Josephine to her own devices. After all, she had sailors to attend to, and perhaps she'd run into that cute navigator.

Josephine nodded at Angelique as she introduced herself and broke the handshake, "Their help'll be much appreciated." Josephine then went to gather supplies she needed and make sure that when help arrived, it wouldn't be difficult to start moving. She needed wood, nails, and a saw. Josephine then realized that her hammer wasn't currently on her person. She began looking around her, "Maybe I dropped it." she mumbled quickly to herself. After a few minutes of this panicked search, she remembered that she set the hammer down where she needed to do repairs. She relaxed and then double checked the supplies she had gotten ready for transport.

Angelique must have kept to her word of sending people because soon after Josephine finished double checking everything, two men showed up to assist her. The two men were rather strong and seemed too tired to care that they were taking orders from a petite lady like Josephine. They helped her transport the supplies. During the walk, Josephine saw Angelique running around covered in more blood than before. When Josephine and the two men got to their destination, the two men told her that they had to get some rest. Josephine thanked them with a kiss on their cheeks then went to work. She simply patched holes and reinforced any weak spot that she could before she got tired and had to retire to rest for the night.

Josephine decided that she would be back to work in the morning and it wasn't worth moving. She lied against a freshly repaired part of the hull and soon found herself in her dreams.

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Character Portrait: Nathaniel 'Black Nate' Sellars Character Portrait: Karena Schneider Character Portrait: Renata "Ren" Thompson Character Portrait: Jacqueline Thuron Character Portrait: 'Smiling' Carmichael Carrington Character Portrait: Josephine Dimas Aguilar
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Nate let out a sigh of relief as the door closed behind Lieutenant Thompson. Slumping back into the chair he had no doubt there would be further teething issues with his new first lieutenant, not to mention the newer members of the crew. Rubbing his temples with his good hand Nate thought that this would only be made worse with Carrington’s natural tendencies. They would have to have another talk, and soon. Nate dreaded going through the same things again and again. If the two insisted on snapping at each other he would have to step in and crack heads together. With things as they were he could not afford any dissidence on his ship. The presence of a potentially dangerous figure only made things worse. Screwing up his eyes and rubbing them hard, Nate wondered if he would have been better floating onwards instead of stopping in the town at all.

Slamming his hand down on the table to force himself back into the present, Nate stood up and stepped back into his quarters. Stopping opposite the miraculously intact mirror that was propped up on a nine pounder cannon that took up a lot of the space, Nate picked at his uniform until he was moderately happy. Frowning at the powder stains, and the slowly spreading dark patch from his wounded arm, he made a mental note to try and find a new jacket as soon as possible. Twisting neatly on his heel he strode through the door and puffed himself up to his full height, steadying himself, before he passed through the door Ren had closed minutes earlier. Blinking in the sunlight he looked around the deck immediately in front of him.

Climbing up to the quarterdeck Nathaniel was happy to see everything was going well. Returning the salutes of the crewmen with his own, he made sure not to notice the odd badly hidden mug of grog the men were drinking whilst they worked. They could be allowed some indulgences today. He made a note to announce tomorrow as a make and mend day, so the men could rest and repair their own things, as well as the great rents in the sails that were worryingly large. At the taffrail Nate stared at the wake of the Acheron. He could never get over how beautiful the sea was, especially on a day like today. The thrill of being alive, the afterglow of the adrenaline, the sunlight sparkling on the wave-tops. It was what he lived for. At that moment he didn’t care whether he ever sank another ship, or took any more money, he simply wished he could remain forever upon the sea, the wind at his back and the sun on his face.

Reluctantly he turned away, moving off to inspect the repairs and the storage work the men had seemingly completed whilst he had been inside. Spotting a man on the maindeck nursing a busted jaw, Nate frowned. Carrington. Doubtless. That talk would have to come sooner than he had planned. Walking around the gangway, Nate looked down onto the gundeck and saw that the blood and splinters had been carefully cleaned away, the final bits of the deck being laboriously holy-stoned by a group of sailors who touched their knuckles to their foreheads and redoubled their efforts when they saw him. Seeing Mr. Peters overseeing the final bits of work at the top of the stairs down into the depths of the ship, Nate walked over, the bosun turning and touching the brim of his hat.

“I see you’ve managed to get the quartermaster to relinquish you a new boater Mr. Peters,” Nate said gruffly. Rashid was not one to let stores out without due cause, and Peters would no doubt be charged accordingly in the great pay book that sat in Nate’s cabin.

“Aye sir. Old one took a cutlass to it on the Illustrious.” Peters mimed the slicing of a cutlass across the top of his new hat, and, if true, Nate saw how close the bosun had come to losing the top of his head.

“Very well Mr. Peters.” Nate fixed the man with a critical eye for a moment, making him squirm in discomfort. “Pipe the men to an early dinner when the work is completed to your satisfaction. Tomorrow will be a make-and-mend. Consider it an early Sunday.”

“Aye sir,” Peters said quickly. “Very good sir. I’ll see to it.”

Nathaniel nodded and walked on towards the fosc’le, turning his eyes upwards towards the rigging and sails. Most of the loose ropes had been replaced and the worst rips in the sails would be dealt with tomorrow. The spare sails had already been prepared to go up when the others came down, and Nate almost smiled when he spotted the lookout staring into the distance with a strained, but determined look. Reaching the head Nate leaned over the rail to inspect the Acheron’s figurehead. Having originally been built by the French before being captured by the Royal Navy, the figurehead was that of lady liberty, her red white and blue cockade a hint at her previous links to revolutionary France. Happy that she was still whole, Nate turned away and strode to the nearest staircase down into the ship.

Walking the length of each deck, Nate inspected each gun, each storeroom, and especially the magazine, but avoided going near the gunroom mess for the time being. On the second deck he stumbled across Josephine. Suppressing an initial flare of anger to find one of his principal technicians asleep whilst there was still work to be done, Nate coughed loudly before booming as loud as he could whilst not shouting.

“Get up Senorita Aguilar, and come with me to the gunroom. I want you a part of this.” Without waiting to see if she responded, Nate turned on his heel and marched off towards the gunroom mess, allowing his annoyance to grow into a seething anger. He would set them all straight now once and for all. He had been easy on Thompson, but in front of the others he would brook no nonsense.

Quickly passing up from the officer’s quarters, Nate went to the door of the gunroom and threw it open, quickly filling the doorway with his massive presence. He took one look at the state of his first officer and the girl sat at the table, as well as the bloody pistol, and had to stop himself from immediately letting out a stream of vehemence directed at all and any who happened to be in front of him. The anger settling into a more manageable state, Nathaniel clasped his hands behind his back and frowned, his eyebrow twitching a little as he controlled his anger.

“I want all the principle officers here in five minutes Miss Thompson. The Thurons as well. Get the quartermaster up from the hold as well. But first,” here Nate pointed a finger at the pistol, “Would someone care to explain this?” Nate left the question hanging malevolently in the air. This kind of thing needed to be stamped out. Setting the precedent for the mess now would save trouble later at least.