Name: Victoria Hemmingway

Known on the seas as: Vic the Succubus

Age: Although she stopped keeping track, she’d be roughly 27

Title: Captain of her ship, The Black Star

Appearance:
Brunette hair, often worn under her hat. Slim, athletic build. She sported a simple overcoat normally only for battle. Besides her hat, she matched her crew: breeches to the knee with stockings to secure them, a loosely fitted white linen shirt, and a scarf belt. She didn’t believe in the way of her predecessors, that they had to distinguish themselves from the rest of the crew through fancy attire. She did, however, display a few rings she had stolen on her fingers.

Personality: Life on the sea had hardened Vic. She had killed more than she can count, and she watched her men get impaled in bludgeoned with no second thought from their murderer. Although she had a definite sense of humor, Vic usually remained stone cold in her demeanor. Her best friend on board, Darrel, was the one she spent her time with on their off days.

History: Before Vic found the sea as her home, she lived in England with her single mother and three younger sisters. After her father died, her mother turned to working the streets in order to make a living, often leaving Vic responsible for the little ones. After years of being the acting mother of the family, she had enough and packed her bags. Not having a plan or knowing where to go, she saw a ship with black sails at a dock in her city and instantly felt like that was where she belonged. She signed up to be a crew hand. 5 years later, Vic had worked her way up in the rankings and became the captain’s right hand. She earned the name “The Succubus” as she’d often use her sex appeal to either get information or to keep herself from getting killed, but end up killing the men after she got what she needed. Once her captain had passed and she took his position, she and her crew began sailing wherever they could in a money hungry quest. They were thieves. Criminals. Murderers. And Vic couldn’t get enough; her hunger for blood almost matched her hunger for wealth.

Name: Naeema Djem

She goes by numerous other names, most starting with an 'N'. Nancy. Nina.

Age: 19
Though, as any great thief, she can change her mannerisms and looks to appear older or younger.

Title: She's the Honorable Thief.

Appearance: (I'm horrible at choosing actual people references, I hope you don't mind I use some digital art?)
Small, flexible with nimble little fingers that are constantly in motion. She's nervous energy incarnate. Esmeralda doesn't stop moving, and if she's really excited, talking. She dresses for comfort, mostly. Loose pants, thin shirts. She keeps a little pouch at her waist, filled with nice little trinkets, keepsakes.

Personality:
Naeema is a fickle person. Sometimes she is playful, and steals your hat just to return it with whipped cream inside. Other times she's stoic, planning out her escape rout after stealing a jewel worth a fortune. She's kind and highly intelligent, despite her background. A life full if ups and downs has given her an older, more mature sense about her. She's cynical, yet holds herself to some code. She believes that people can be good, and while she isn't exactly a prized citizen, sees herself as a good person.
She's brave and Courageous, never backing down. She doesn't shy from conflict, but embraces it. Naeema is at her best when the world is at its worst. She functions best in chaos and calm makes her uncomfortable. She's a mixed up mess of mature and childish.

History!: (gosh I'm horrible at this! Tell me if it sucks!)
Naeema grew up poor. She learned to take care of herself. One day, she stole from an old thief. He took the girl under his wing and taught her the old cons, techniques and skills of the trade. He taught her the code of thieves and the honor in it. He died, eventually, though Naeema didn't mourn. He'd saved her, and now he was safe somewhere else.
So she moved on. Pickpocketing, doing smash and grabs and long cons. She pretended to be a nobles distant cousin for a month, before taking off with his gold. She also spent a few months in jail.
The girl traveled, doing as she pleased and living a dangerous, exciting life. She helped people where she could, always giving away the earnings from her stolen objects. Naeema didn't steal for money, or fame or to gain possessions. She stole for the rush of it!