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Adir Ancariis

"The time of demons shall end!"

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a character in “Pirates: By Blood or By Gold”, as played by ZacharyTC

Description

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Age: unknown, but appears to be in his late twenties or early thirties

Appearance: In human form, Adir is of a slightly tan complexion, his attire meant for combat. The armor is a gray set of gauntlets, plate chest, shoulder plates, and a helmet that are all heavily durable due to being forged in heaven. Apart from that, he looks like any other prate. The emblem on his chest plate, which is the same on his ship's flag, consists of two crossed blades, three clouds overlapping each other, and a rain of fire coming down from the clouds. Once you see that emblem in battle, you know you are up against the Angel of Fiery Rage.

Build: Adir is of a muscular build, his angelic blood allowing him to take blow after blow and still continue the fight.

Personality: Adir is an angel of the sword, unforgiving towards his enemies and known across the supernatural world for applying Heavenly Fire at a level unseen before. When confronted with an obstacle, Adir prefers to use his strength and combat abilities, in deep contrast to his brother, Benyamin. His rage is nothing short of legendary among angels, which reaches its peak when he comes across a demon or somebody who dares to challenge him. Once a battle starts, he is relentless and unyielding, only stopping when he knows he is outmatched or has won. Even with his angry nature, he is not without a soft heart, especially when it comes to children or animals. It is rumored he has no romantic interest whatsoever, said to have told many a woman that she would hate him before long.

Where they live: He has a house in Nassau, but is it typically vacant due to his constant hunt for demons to slay.

What/ who they are: Demon Slayer/ Angelic Warrior/ Pirate Captain with a crew of fellow demon slayers.

History: It is rumored that the Ancariis brothers fell down from the sky, hundreds of years ago, in two balls of fire which landed on two would-be rapists ganging up on twin adolescent sisters, instantly killing the two predatory men. For a roughly three hundred years afterwards, they are said to have slew demons together in a lethal dance until each brother set out to fulfill his respective goal, Benyamin to fulfill his duty to preserve ancient artifacts, Adir to continue living by the sword. Along the way, Adir built up an ongoing crew of fellow demon slayers which shared his passion for retribution against malevolent individuals. Raiding pirate ship after pirate ship in search of demons to kill, Adir's body count stacked up tremendously over the next two centuries. Of course, these are all unconfirmed rumors with few witnesses, but what is known for certain is that Adir can often be found in Nassau's library to plot his adventures based on books about supernatural beings.

Skills: Adir is, as previously stated, an angel of the sword. His swordsmanship is quite skilled for an angel of his caliber, capable of taking on powerful beings that humans do not dare confront. His fighting style is based mainly on brute strength, however, with little strategy and is based more on intuition and improvisation. Do not let this fool you: he is more than capable of shooting somebody down with his pistols he gained from previous battles. He reserves this as a last resolve when melee will not work. Unlike his brother, Adir can wield his Heavenly Fires on more than just three people at a time, known to attack five simultaneously, sometimes even seven. Aside from that and its more forceful capabilities, Adir's Heavenly Fires have the same limitations as Benyamin's.

Other: Adir keeps two twin blades that were forged in heaven to be extremely durable to the point where they can handle extreme heat and pressure. His pistols are a collection of three that he kept from his adventures.

So begins...

Adir Ancariis's Story

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Character Portrait: Nassara Character Portrait: Lady Elizabeth Benezia Harlington Character Portrait: Aja Pilar Akmet Character Portrait: Marcus Bolo Character Portrait: Benyamin Ancariis Character Portrait: Adir Ancariis
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He heard a voice behind him, and instantly remembered. Of course, she asked why he refused to seek her, so he shrugged and said simply, "Ah, well, my memory was a bit jumbled, is all, so I tried to recollect some things. My latest adventure took longer than expected. Anyway, I wondered if you knew anything about where I could fine the Shield of Davar, prophetic prime elder of Larshrael. Larshrael was an ancient nation where a council of elders ruled and where my god, Wisdmijuus, god of Justice, Wisdom and Protection, laid down the basic scriptures regarding himself and his teachings for mortals to read. The shield is written to have contained the ability to keep entire armies from dying. Davar used it to keep Larshrael's many enemies from overwhelming his people. In the end, because of Larshrael's eventual corruption from within, the country was conquered, the shield lost to time. The last person to have had knowledge of the shield's whereabouts as far as anyone is aware of was a descendent of Davar named Jeremiaem, the last prophet to have spoken out against his own government and people's corruption before Larshrael was defeated in war and annexed by one of its enemies. It is said he took it with him and hid it somewhere so it could not fall into the wrong hands, enforcing the unknown location with elaborate traps designed to keep intruders out. An army or crew that manages to grab a hold of the shield and harness its powers would be all but invincible, and that I cannot allow. I have searched for it ever since my quest to find artifacts began by heavenly mandate. So far, the clues found only led to a dead end, which can only mean Jeremiaem was highly skilled at covering his tracks during his life, coming up with false indications as to the shield's whereabouts. This adventure I have been waiting to complete for hundreds of years would be my ultimate test in this world. Everyone else whom has looked for it died before they could come close. There has to be a reason, besides how well hidden the shield obviously is."

Fae were a beautiful race, he admitted, yet he wondered if a fae would be right for him. Sure, they were incapable of lying, and they were immortal, yet there were some things he would have to think about before deciding. For now, he would just focus on his heavenly duty.

((notice the Judaic references. Sorry, I couldn't resist! Do you stuff, Kai!))




Adir just came back from a raid on a pirate ship which harbored demons on board their ship. All opponent onboard were killed, including his intended targets. Everytime Adir walked the streets of Nassau, people would whisper softly about rumors concerning him and wonder if he truly was an angel due to his alleged prowess. Only Adir and his brother, Benyamin, knew that answer, and it was yes. On his way to the library, he purchased some tea to clear his head and benefit from the herbs used to brew it. The tea he drank while walking down the streets. At the library, he read a book involving one of his most hated enemies, Cassius the Incubus. Ever since the angel's quest to slay all demons he could find, it was Cassius whom evaded him the most. Everytime Adir would come close to victory against him, Cassius had some trick up his sleeve to escape. This was no ordinary incubus, either: he was infamous in the supernatural world for defeating many demon slayers, most of them being angels. This simple fact made Adir want to kill him even more. Upon completing the book, he found only one clue as to where Cassius goes off to, it was a place where tea leaves were common currency. Adir realized the supplier of much of the tea in Nassua was one of the more infamous ladies in town, Lady Harlington.

Adir counted up how much coin he gained from his adventures, seeing he had more than enough for her prices. He sprinted the whole way to the gate of her estate, then waited for her carriage to arrive. He also thought of what to say.

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Character Portrait: Kalila-si-Ishka Misantri Character Portrait: Nassara Character Portrait: Neviah Character Portrait: Lady Elizabeth Benezia Harlington Character Portrait: Jarrak Hassar Character Portrait: Damien Character Portrait: Sebastian Character Portrait: Marcus Bolo Character Portrait: Adir Ancariis
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The light was doused and Jarrak cursed, Kalila slipped from his grasp and he was blind.
"You idiot!" he cried at Sebastian, frantically peering around for his lost ward, "She cans see in the dark!"
Damien made a noise then said something quietly and Jarrak lunged towards the twin but must have missed Kalila because all he collided with was Damien.
"Where did she go?!" He said urgently, shaking the twins shoulders, "Where did she go?!"

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"I'm, you see... I'm lost. I'm trying to get back to my country but I don't know where it is. It's a really long story, but I am really not that interesting,"
"Lost and looking a for a country not on regular maps..." Elizabeth said as they made their way out of the clutter of the city and onto the winding jungle pth that led to her estate, "I thought you were interesting, and to not know where it is when you have clearly made your way from it. You my dear are very intriguing..."
They rounded a corner and Elizabeths estate, lit up by lamps and and fiery braziers loomed in the dark like a dark haunted house, "Home sweet home." Elizabeth said sweetly as they approached the gate.
Something caught her eye and a man with a lantern and horse stood outside her Estate, apparently waiting for her arrival.
The carriage stopped beside him and Elizabeth pulled back a blind and leaned out at him, "Who, may I ask, are you who waits outside my gate like the call of death?"

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Character Portrait: Kalila-si-Ishka Misantri Character Portrait: Nassara Character Portrait: Neviah Character Portrait: Lady Elizabeth Benezia Harlington Character Portrait: Jarrak Hassar Character Portrait: Damien Character Portrait: Sebastian Character Portrait: Marcus Bolo Character Portrait: Adir Ancariis
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Damien

Damien looked off in the direction he thought she went, seeing her silhouette in the darkness. "No one is stronger than I am," She had said. Sure she was a princess and sure she had a goddess living in her, but even the gods couldn't control fate all the time, and this worried Damien.

As he was about to led into the hold, he was grabbed. Jarrak was frantic as he shook Damien, only helping with his dizziness. "She'll be fine you idiot. Stop worrying about your head and worry about her for once. No man in Nassau can hurt her at this rate, all the really scary people are away at sea or right under your nose," Damien managed, angry at Jarrak.

Kato, who was none too pleased that Jarrak had stolen his own ward, separated the two, lifting Damien entirely by himself as he dragged him down to the hold. "Watch for the moon," Damien whispered as he was carried off. He wondered if Jarrak would listen to him and watch the streets for moonlit shadows, or if he would be too dull to even realize what that meant.

Damien felt his stomach through the rip in his shirt. It as healed, it was wet from all the blood and there was a bump that was certainly a scar, but it was healed. In reality though, that wasn't what he was most aware of. Kalila had been so close, even if she only did it because of her goddess, Damien had been so close. Damien shook his head. She didn't think this way and probably regretted it. Besides... a princess... Even if she did like him in any way, if he was seen with her by her father, he'd be hung the next day.



Neviah

Neviah watched the world around them outside the carriage change from city to jungle in a way. It was amazing to not hear all the rowdy pirates and people of the city anymore and instead the quiet chirping of crickets which she had never heard before so loud.

"I thought you were interesting, and to not know where it is when you have clearly made your way from it. You my dear are very intriguing," The Lady said. Neviah shook her head slightly. She hadn't come from the city. She had been taken and was only here because she had been brought here to be sold though they couldn't get the price they wanted before she escaped.

Before her appeared a magnificent palace like place. It was the nicest she'd seen on Nassau yet. "Home sweet home," She said in a way that made Neviah curious. She had never heard that saying before. Neviah was too preoccupied to notice the man standing at the front of the estate. When they stopped for the lady to speak to him, Neviah just watched from where she was inside, curious but uncertain what to do.

Would the inside of the house be as exquisite as the outside? She hoped so while at the same time hoping not. Maybe this lady just wanted to talk, then send Neviah off to walk back to the city on foot. Or maybe she just wanted to chat and be hospitable. Both ideas sounded nice while sounding bad at the same time.

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Character Portrait: Nassara Character Portrait: Neviah Character Portrait: Lady Elizabeth Benezia Harlington Character Portrait: Marcus Bolo Character Portrait: Benyamin Ancariis Character Portrait: Adir Ancariis
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((Ehe... Adir has no horse, Zeph. He sprinted the whole way to the gate. Just a tiny example of his endurance ^^; ))

Adir finally saw the carriage arrive. It was night time, by then. He waited the whole time. During the wait, he figured out what to say. Unphased by Elizabeth's ominous query, he bowed his head with his fist at his chest, "I am Adir Ancariis, one of two of the rumored Ancariis Brothers. I am not sure if you have heard of my demon-slaying adventures, but there is some truth to what they say. I have come here on a matter of business. You see, my most hated foe, Cassius the Incubus, frequently disappears whenever I have the upper hand, and reading more on him indicates that where he disappears is to a place where tea leaves are currency. As such, I have come to purchase a bag of them to use on my journey. I have the needed coins with me. Should it be necessary, I can do manual labor to pay off whatever is leftover of the price."




Benyamin was back on his ship with his crew, preparing for the journey to Larshrael, where he would retrace the steps now that he knows the true identity of Jeremiaem. The map he drew in detail included the new information he had acquired from his conversation with Aja and his thoughts resulting from it. From Larshrael, there were three possible places where the Shield of Davar could have been hidden. If none of those places had the real shield, Benyamin reasoned, then they may at least hold even more clues as to the shield's whereabouts. I certainly hope Adir is not causing trouble. He has a knack for that, being the hothead he is. Still, he ahs managed to stay alive, so far, and all of the trouble in Nassau he caused has been minor and not worth noting. He needs to keep it that way.

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Character Portrait: Nassara Character Portrait: Neviah Character Portrait: Lady Elizabeth Benezia Harlington Character Portrait: Jarrak Hassar Character Portrait: Damien Character Portrait: Sebastian Character Portrait: Marcus Bolo Character Portrait: Adir Ancariis
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Jarrak glared at the twins, their ignorance, although not their fault, irritating him greatly, "I'm not worried about other people hurting her you ass. I'm not here to protect Kalila from others I'm here to protect her from herself."
He turned and made his way through the starlit night across the deck to the gangplank, and began to descend into the city. He didn't care who was coming for Kalila his place was at her side, and he didn't care what happened to the bastard twins either, "I'm going to look for her. If I never see you twits again it will be too soon."
He ran down the gangplank and off into the winding streets of the city, trying in vain to find one shining holy needle in a pile of rotten filth.

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"I am Adir Ancariis, one of two of the rumored Ancariis Brothers. I am not sure if you have heard of my demon-slaying adventures, but there is some truth to what they say. I have come here on a matter of business. You see, my most hated foe, Cassius the Incubus, frequently disappears whenever I have the upper hand, and reading more on him indicates that where he disappears is to a place where tea leaves are currency. As such, I have come to purchase a bag of them to use on my journey. I have the needed coins with me. Should it be necessary, I can do manual labor to pay off whatever is leftover of the price."
Elizabeth looked with great interest at the strange man, Adir, that stood upon the entrance to her gate, a demon slayer, if you believed in such things. Elizabeth was not a religious woman, though her desires for the strange and wonderful had led her to encounter many strange people, items and creatures. Her mind was more than open to the idea, and the thought she found intriguing.
"Well Mr Ancariis, the night grows late, and I am in no mood for business this day. However..." she looked the man up and down with hungry eyes, "For such a fine specimen as yourself, I would be more than willing to do business in the morning. Please come inside for the night is late and a storm is coming. Stay at my Estate this night and we shall broker a deal in the morning."
"My my," she thought, "I am having so many guests tonight, it must be my lucky day."

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Character Portrait: Nassara Character Portrait: Neviah Character Portrait: Lady Elizabeth Benezia Harlington Character Portrait: Jarrak Hassar Character Portrait: Damien Character Portrait: Sebastian Character Portrait: Marcus Bolo Character Portrait: Adir Ancariis
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Sebastian

Sebastian was on the boardwalk, taking off at a run when he was knocked aside by something. He tumbled over the side, crashing into the black water and sputtering. He swam towards the nearby dock to grab a rope hanging down, pulling himself up. He was having a bad day. He had been threatened, had a gun at his head, nearly lost his brother twice, and was now soaking wet after being told he'd die if he didn't let someone steal away Kalila... It was a weird day too when he thought about it.

Shaking his head, Sebastian climbed out and was nearly pushed back in by Jarrak as the man rushed by. He was going to look for Kalila, in a city of thieves and drunks that he knew nothing about. He was also probably going to die by morning at that rate.

Sebastian followed Jarrak, staying far back enough that the man couldn't see him or detect he was following. He was behind him when he heard a faint distress. He looked down an alley to find men laying, dead and or bleeding. Sebastian shakes his head. Great, the city had another guy who thought he couldn't get beaten and can kill who he wanted to.

Sebastian noticed a line of blood leading away and abandoned following Jarrak to follow the blood trail. As he followed it, he saw it growing thinner and thinner, as if the bleeder was healed quickly, like Kalila had done to Damien. He saw it lead to the general direction of an inn and entered.

"Excuse me, would you by chance have seen a girl about my age?" Sebastian asks as he leans on the counter, not caring about his soaked form.

"Looking for your girlfriend are ya?" He asks with a smirk. Sebastian rolls his eyes and shakes his head. "The day I get a girlfriend will be the day my brother gets manners, never," Sebastian says before looking the man in the eye, "Now, did you or did you not see a girl my age come here?"

The man catches Sebastian's dangerous tone and nods, pointing upstairs. "Up there," He says softly and Sebastian nods, slipping the man a silver coin.

He climbs the stairs only to see light coming from a doorway that appeared to not have it's door closed. Sebastian smiled and walked up next to it, hearing talking, he listened in, wondering if he would hear Kalila. He didn't and is surprised him, but he did hear other voices that interested him and made him listen in.

"She is young. Younger than any of my own children. But she isn't year for pleasure. She has valuable information that I need. Information that I have scoured the globe for. I just killed four men and took a bullet for her so I'm not going to leave this room until I get my dues," One voice said. Sebastian nearly sighed in relief, at least they wouldn't touch her and get him in trouble with Jarrak. He had to not touch her either after everything she said, or wrote.

One voice, the same voice, offered wine to someone. Possibly Kalila? He didn't bother looking or trying, just waiting to see if she would answer.



Neviah

Neviah watched as a man claiming to be a demon hunter asked to do business. He didn't say the lady's name and Neviah still wasn't sure what it was. She looked down at the ground as the lady said a storm was coming. That was bad. If Neviah was outside, she would surely be given away. She didn't have anywhere else to go but inside this lady's house.

When the door was open, Neviah waited patiently for the lady to exit first. She didn't want to seem impolite or rude or make it sound like she didn't like, wanted to hurt, or wanted to be mean to this lady, that might mean knives from her friend again.

She looked up at the estate, then down at her raggedy look. She was dressed nicely and the dress wasn't too dirty, worse than the lady's but not too bad. She could feel grime on her face however and it wasn't something she liked.

As she looked up at the man who wanted to do business, she noticed he was rather nice looking. The lady would probably take an interest in him. He looked a good bit older than Neviah herself so it surprised her that he could be a demon hunter, not because of his age, but because of his experience. He wasn't old, but he wasn't young. Didn't you need to be older.

She hoped that he didn't take her as a demon if he knew she was a mermaid. Some mermaids acted demonic and were treated such though she wasn't in any way. She just changed in her legs. That was all, nothing major. He probably wouldn't think anything of it other than she isn't normal.

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Character Portrait: Alexandrine Corvin Character Portrait: Neviah Character Portrait: Lady Elizabeth Benezia Harlington Character Portrait: Jarrak Hassar Character Portrait: Damien Character Portrait: Sebastian Character Portrait: Theodosos the Cursed Character Portrait: Marcus Bolo Character Portrait: Adir Ancariis
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Theo watched the people around them for an hour. At last, he turned to Alexandrine and spoke, "There is a pair of captains who are decent as far as pirates go. What do you know of Captain Damien and Captain Sebastian?"

Alexandrine looked over at him. "No, not farmilar, but I rarely run wit' a crew," She said. "Jump from ship to ship, if only to get closer to where I need to be." She said. "Who are dz'ey?"

"They have a reputation for being... odd. From what I heard, they're quite good chaps, unusual for a couple of pirate captains. For one thing, they aren't looking to screw each other over. If there is anyone we can expect a decent deal from, it'd be them," Theo told the girl with a small grin as he took a sip out of his mug.

"Also, I hear they are quite chivalrous without looking to get some booty. Either kind," he added with a laugh at his own joke.

Alexadrine cut her eyes at him for his joke. "Clever." She said and drank the last of her grog.

"You wouldn't happened to know where these two are, would you?" She asked, adjusting her hood. "It's getting late, they're probably down for the night,"

"You haven't been to this port for long, have you?" he asked with a grin as he finished the rest of his drink, "It's easy to find someone here if you know how to look."

Alexandrine merely shrugged. "Well dz'en, we'd better start looking." She said and stood up from her seat, "Where do we start?" She said after placing down payment for her drinks.

"We goto the streets and ask around for a pair of brothers in the company of maidens far above them," he told her with a grin as he motioned her to follow him out onto the streets, "If the rumors are true, one of them is a romantic."

Alexandrine shook her head. "Terrific." She said with a huff and walked along with him. "Just what we need" She said rolled her shoulders. "Let's start at the docks."

"Oh, don't think like that," he teased as he headed for the door. He raised an eyebrow as he practically ran into his quarry. He frowned slightly. This was too easy. Were the gods playing tricks on him. Nonetheless, he smiled at the group before him.

"Captain Damien? Or is it Sebastian?"

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Adir heard the answer he needed to. Lady Harlington reasoned it was too late for business for the night, yet if he stayed, they could broker a deal in the morning. "Of, course, Lady Harlington."

Inside the estate, he waited until given permission to take off and polish the armor he had over his attire. He and his equipment went through many battles against demons. Speaking of which, he noticed there was something odd about one of the other women. He first noticed that there was a shift in her legs. Could she have been a mermaid? It did not matter to him. Unless he actually saw a merperson cause harm, he would not strike one. Actual demons, on the other hand, he would.

Of course, he stuck with the group before given their temporary quarters. It has been a busy day, and he had to admit, he could use the rest. That is, of course, if everyone would let him. The thing about demon slayers is, they never knew when a demon could conduct a surprise attack in retaliation.

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Character Portrait: Kalila-si-Ishka Misantri Character Portrait: Nassara Character Portrait: Neviah Character Portrait: Lady Elizabeth Benezia Harlington Character Portrait: Jarrak Hassar Character Portrait: Marcus Bolo Character Portrait: Adir Ancariis
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Nassaras silent footsteps glided over the heavy carpeted floor of the manor, her robes flowing around her like jet silk, the breakfast laden tray she carried with her not making a sound as she noiselessly entered her mistresses chambers. The room was dark, heavy drapes on the windows obscuring the fact that the sun had been up for hours already. Nassara expertly navigated her way through the gloom to the small table at her ladies bedside, placing the tray delicately on its top before moving to the large, covered windows. The drapes were pulled aside and golden morning sunlight beamed in through the gap, the room growing brighter as Nassara tied them back with heavy cloth rope and moved on to the next window. The storm had blow over in the night and left nothing but the smell of rain and a fine mist of evaporating water in the morning light. Soon the room was bursting with glorious morning sunshine but her mistress's bed was still cloaked in shadows. The only barely translucent veils hanging from her four poster bed hid all but the vague outline of someone already sitting up in bed. Nassara finished her work and proceeded to the door when a soft voice from the bed stopped her.
"Nassara." Lady Elizabeth said, hidden from view in the veils of her bed, the voice disturbingly deadpan and toneless, somehow even more terrifying than her usual melodramatic extravagance. "See to it our guests are both served breakfast in their quarters. Especially the girl. I don't want Marcus to scare her. Tell him to have my regular morning tea ready in an hour and that I want a sample of all of them present for our young demon hunter to decide on," There was a slight pause as if she thought to say something else, but decided against it, "That is all, off you go."
Nassara nodded even though she was still unsure if her Lady could see her, though she had an odd feeling that Elizabeth could always tell exactly where she was. She turned and walked out of the room

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The kitchen had anticipated the guests presence and cooked appropriately, Nassara had collected their meals almost immediately and took them to the floor where the two guests were staying. She didn't like the man, he seemed far too proud of himself, so sure that he was in control of the situation and could do as he pleased, it was a trait held by pirates, and she wasn't convinced he wasnt one. She put his tray down out the front of his door and rapped on it smartling before proceeding down the corridor. She had left a note on his tray indicating when her mistress wished to see him on the balcony, and left the means of finding the balcony up to him. She arrived at the women's, no, the girls door, and knocked on it softly, before quietly opening the door and heading inside.

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Morning came and Jarrak was cold, wet, tired and fruitless in his search for Kalila. He was also very, very angry. The bars had closed but the stores were only just starting to open and the smell of freshly baked bread and fish caught in the night being hauled in for sale was heavy in the morning air. it suddenly became very apparent he had not eaten since midday the day before, and he quickly bought some bread and dried fish and continued down the road. As he tore into his makeshift breakfast, he hoped that such a depressing meal would not be his last. To say that Kalilas father would be angry with him was like calling a hurricane a gentle breeze. Ever since he had entered the Misantries service Queen Clara had always kept him safe from the worst of her husbands terrible, and often unpredictable, fury, but something told him that if he lost Kalila, the Queen would be less than forgiving. He slowly made his way back to the Lucifers Angel dreading the idea that she had not returned in the night. He could run away, maybe, disappear, become a pirate like the Queens Aunt, Robyn Sheva. But he knew it would never last. Da'Karro Misantri would hunt him to the end of the earth, defy death and time itself to kill Jarrak. The man was a loving father and husband, but little few saw the terrible insanity that lurked behind his cold grey eyes, the reason he was once known as the Beast of the Harbinger. If he had lost Kalila then his life was over. He could only hope she was back at the ship.

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Character Portrait: Kalila-si-Ishka Misantri Character Portrait: Nassara Character Portrait: Neviah Character Portrait: Lady Elizabeth Benezia Harlington Character Portrait: Jarrak Hassar Character Portrait: Marcus Bolo Character Portrait: Adir Ancariis
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Neviah


Neviah had been taken to a nice bedroom that had the bed concealed behind curtains. She had wandered the room for a while before just slipping into bed, exhaustion taking over. She had slept a dreamless sleep though it had been restless and she kept waking up at every noise in the night.

When the girl with the scarves came in with food, Neviah had been sitting up to get out of bed, but paused. She watched the girl in scarves, her eyes questioning. "What's your name?" Neviah asked, wanting to at least learn some of the names around the place. She knew lady harlington's just because of her introduction, but Neviah couldn't recall hearing this girl, or lady's name.

She was suddenly aware of how dirty she was. She had done nothing more last night than climb into bed, wanting to end the day faster than it had come. She felt wrong in the clean bed when she herself was not and probably made the entire thing dirty. Neviah watched the girl, maybe she could show Neviah where she could bathe or get cleaned up. That would be nice at the very least.

Sebastian


Sebastian had dozed off on his barrel leaning against the wall instead of on a sleeping mat. He didn't wake up first, why should he? He had a crew that could wake up and do what they needed to when they needed to so that he didn't have to.

Kato was just beginning to get things for breakfast ready when he spotted Jarrak. "Hey, where were you last night? Sent the captains on a chase looking for the charge you lost," Kato asks rather confused as to why his captains even bothered helping this man out when he was so rude to them. It wouldn't surprise Kato one bit if Jarrak came up and knocked Sebastian into the water just for the sake of irritating the young captain.

When Jarrak's response came, Kato shrugged and pointed at Sebastian who was still dozing. "Go see Sebastian, but don't wake him if you want to be keeping him from getting angry," Kato says. He continued with making the meal for the crew while everyone else continued their morning tasks. Even the youngest was mopping up the deck, rather happy Sebastian had slept on a barrel so he wouldn't have to wait for the captain to wake up to finish the job, he could do it all at once.

Sebastian had told everyone else to let the new people sleep since they were off to the side and wouldn't be in anyone's way, that is, if they wanted to sleep in. He really didn't care at this point and was content sleeping in the awkward position he was in.