6'0"

175 lbs

Withered white

Deep-sea blue

Caucasian

At first glance one would think Aharuhn exclusively dresses in sea-stained rags. And they are right about that. The Sea-Witch doesn’t care much for clothing. For supposed modesty’s sake he’ll wear the weathered robes. His beard and hair are, however, exquisitely braided and combed. On his gnarled fingers fingers he’ll have several silver and gold rings. They either contain strange stones that some would claim to glow at night, or odd marks and seals. Shell-like jewelry hangs from his neck but he often switches it up.

Many who have seen him without clothes often ask about the black tattoo covering his entire back. It’s an intericate thing and composed of many different styles that somehow blend into a uniform appearance. Travelled tattooists might note a few distinct styles for natives from one far flung island or another. The meaning behind the tattoo is so far unknown as Aharuhn doesn’t really talks about it.

⋆ Ancient wisdom
* The Endless Ocean
⋆ Mysteries
* Any strong alcohol
* Women of low morality
* Men of lower morality

⋆ Simpletons
⋆ Laws
⋆ Land if he's on it for more than 3 days

⋆ To drown forever
⋆ Be chained on land
⋆ Forget all he knows

Bisexual

Aharuhn can sometimes be seen as an exceptionally loud, excentric, slightly deranged man. At best he is simply bad at reading social clues, at worst he straight up doesn’t care. He enjoys the presence of others greatly. Ranging from those he deems equal down to the “curiously stupid”. Though he hates simpletons. Those who hold on to their simple lives, afraid to let go and jump into the vast ocean of things they cannot even start to understand. Aharuhn is not a selfless person. He is known to simply take what he wants, from whoever he wants. Sometimes literally to cause a problem. Never the less he understands when it is time to cause a ruckus and when to share his spoils and knowledge. He is not a good or kind person though. When it comes down to, he’ll sacrifice whatever he needs to save himself. Even his own daughter, if he had one. Or did he?

He has a violently bad temper. Often bursting out shouting over the slightest detail or the most imagined slight. He’ll curse and shout and punch whatever material thing he can find. Though as quickly as his temper flares, it calms down again. Never expect an apology though. Aharuhn is an incredibly impatient man when it comes to the acts of man. No message can be delivered fast enough. No man can run fast enough to his likingness. All canons should’ve been loaded three day ago and the deck should’ve been scrubbed three hours before you begin. Yet when they’re out of sea he will not quip about the calm winds or a bird’s message being late. He is as patient as need be with nature. Aharuhn’s reaction thoroughly depends on how much he cares about the situation. Are you encountering an island that’s not on the map? Aharuhn will be at the tip of the ship in an instant, crawling over the bow to get just inches closer before you can say “land in sight”. Yet the man’s been known to slowly drink his tea while the ship’s being shot.

Aharuhn is far from a cunning bastard. He is very smart though and guards his magical secrets closely. But when it comes to politics and maneuvering, he’s terrible. He’s even worse with words. Don’t expect him to give a rousing speech of glory. He’s just as likely to laugh about the imminent doom of all onboard. He got a great sense of pitch-black dark humor though. It is then, quite obvious that Aharuhn is absolutely off his rocks. Some would say he’s been on the sea for too long. Others say he has stared too deep in the ocean’s depth and saw something looking back. Others just say his mind got scrambled after a previous crew dragged him across the hull. His energy levels oftentimes spike when interest or inspiration hits. Though other times he moves as slow as he wants to.

Sea-Witch

Mermaid's Fortune

Serina Kalas - Estranged sister

Mermidia of the Halikasus Isles - Mother
Nahasus Kalas - Father

Actual love? None. Lovers? Too much.

Few can pinpoint where Aharuhn came from or if his claimed name name is even his real name. Never the less, Aharuhn has always been somewhat of a mystical figure in the pirate port of Parlay Cay. At the time he was believed to be a mad but powerful warlock, capable of foretelling the future, finding treasure with his mind’s eye and even summoning storms. He wasn’t respected though, as the inns were rife with gossip. But he was feared for he could make things happen no captain would want. It is not exactly known if Captain Draegar asked him to come with her or if he simply offered his services and she accepted them. Never the less one day the man stood on the Mermaid’s Fortune’s pier and boarded the ship as if he had always been part of the crew.

⋆ Suprisingly precise with knives

⋆ Physically old
⋆ Quite slow

Aharuhn's magical ability cannot be overstated. Born a witch, he grew up learning the traditional methods of casting spells. However, during his life he gathered a lot of knowledge some would deem forbidden. Joined with his constant accumilization of magical resources and innate magical ability, Aharuhn's greatest power is in scrying, illusion and control of the sea. Though his powers are not always so controlled as any captain would want it.

an even 6'0

185 lbs

Loosely curled dark brown hair, bordering on black. Gets curlier in humidity.

Deep Brown.

White, deeply tanned with thick calluses on his hands.

He'd wear something like this: https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/d0c43628-1eec-4fa1-bb26-8fbda74a05f6.jpg

⋆Dogs
⋆Children
⋆A good card game

⋆Having lots of time on his hands and nothing to do
⋆Unreasonably reckless behavior
⋆Manipulative people who place themselves above others.

⋆Being betrayed by the ones he loves
⋆Bringing dishonor and shame to himself and his ship
⋆Not being able to save his friends and family.

Bisexual, leans towards men. But isn't open about it

Haireth often gives the impression of being slightly standoffish or stoic upon first meeting him. He tends to keep quiet in group conversations and keeps most of his opinions to himself. Once he strikes a common cord with someone however, he will faithfully help them with anything they need assistance with and share good, earthy humor. He is very calm and even-headed, though he does hold a grudge against liars, cheats, and the like. He views himself as a simple, working man and nothing more. He keeps himself humble and dislikes folks who cast themselves as being 'mightier' such as any illegitimate authority.

The veteran is quite selfless. He doesn't hold his life above anyone else's. They all have a story to tell. He feels like he is morally obligated to help anyone suffering, no matter who or what they are. He follows orders, but will resist commands that order him to open fire on civilians or innocents. He thinks of himself as a part of a whole, and without the whole, he is incomplete. He will be loyal to his ship and his captain. Though respect is earned, not given. He is easy going around friends and patient with others when they make mistakes.

Haireth isn't the first to react when new situations arise. He likes to take the time to make the most logical, utilitarian decision before making any rash decisions. He relies more on his past experiences and tried-and-true methods of protocol over his own intuition or coming up with any non standard way of doing things. However, once he has reached his verdict on a decision, it's very difficult to persuade him to change his mind about something. He isn't stubborn, but his mind is rigid in set beliefs and he's not always the most open to new ideas or change.

Haireth would surrender for the good of the crew, but he considers cowardice a worse fate than death. He doesn't view himself as having much to lose. He takes the most practical and direct approach to situations, and doesn't easily loose his head in a fight or when under pressure.

Haireth can come up with practical solutions, but he lacks in the department of creativity. He's not necessarily hidebound, but he was never taught to think in a way that required using craft or any imagination. He is focused on the concrete, not the abstract. He wastes little time in pondering inconsequential situations that have no use to him at the moment.

Haireth doesn't usually go out of his way to "make friends" if the captain accepts someone as part of the crew, then so does he. He is plain and direct in his communication and doesn't try to be anything he isn't. He is friendly to everyone on board, but not overly so. He does have a soft spot for younger members of the crew though and likes to mentor anyone having trouble. He has an earthly sense of humor, and rustic charm, but otherwise that's it. He is worn from all his days at sea, but unbroken. He is as steady as a tide, and while he might be exhausted, has incredible stamina for someone his age.

While he finds thinking over improbable solutions to be a waste of his time, he does spend a majority of the time alone to reflect on past events. He is very sentimental and thinks often about people who have impacted his life. He enjoys unwinding to a good glass of liquor on the deck and gazing out at the stars on a calm night.

Sailing Master

The Avalon Avenger

Chahe Chattaway | Mother | Human
Daymienne Chattaway | Younger Half-Brother | Half-Breed

Not dead, but he has an absent father
Eiben Alders | Biological Father | Human

Haireth has fancied a lot of people, but can count how many people he's seriously dated on one hand. He's always found himself more attracted to men, but has never told anyone outside of his brother about this.

Haireth was born in a quaint coastal town off of Glasston. His mother, Chahe and father, Eiben met during army occupation of the town due to increasing pirate activity off the coast. Soon after Haireth was born, his father, a navy officer, was called back to service elsewhere. Eiben promised to keep in touch while he was away but as months drew on, letters became less frequent, and eventually he wasn't returning Chahe's letters at all. Fearing the worst, Chahe mourned that he might have been killed during service.

Months passed and Chahe got involved with a talented witch, Daymienne’s sire. He was a merchant who sold the clothes that Chahe and the other cloth weavers made. However, once he found out that she was pregnant with his son, he quickly cast her out of the business to protect his reputation.

Soon after Daymienne was born, a half witch, Eiben returned from service. However, seeing that his young lover birthed a child to another man, he too, left. Chahe was left to take care of both the boys alone.

Haireth took on more responsibilities around the house to help his mother. The world raised him to be mature, serious. There was no room for naivety and childhood wonder. Even though they were four years apart, Haireth and Daymienne got along well. At least when they were younger. As Haireth shouldered the burden of being tasked with an early adulthood, he wanted to preserve his younger brother’s childhood as best he could. Sometimes the brothers viewed each other as entirely alien; they were as different as night and day. Especially as he found that Daymienne was departing from an honest way of living that Haireth upheld; he wondered where he had gone wrong.

Despite his father’s absence, or perhaps because of it, Haireth grew up idolizing navy service. He took the scraps of details about his father that his mother allowed to him and conjured stories about his missing parental figure. He was a war hero, a daring adventurer, a defender of the weak. Even when Haireth grew older and learned the truth about the situation that lead to his parent’s breakup, it only made Haireth more determined to join the navy. To him, it was the only way to restore honor to his broken family.

While the first few months of service and being out on the water were intense, Haireth was amazed at how fast his body adapted to the grueling conditions he was enduring. He transformed into an athletic, striking young man. And while his comrades were pinning after the fair maidens on different islands, Haireth found his admiration for his crewmates to be...a little more intense. He kept this to himself and did his job dutifully and modestly. He was nameless boy forged by the tempest winds and the roaring waves into a masterful soldier.

Even as friends and captains fell dead before him, he pushed on. Even if no one else knew of their struggles, of their lives, Haireth was determined to keep his crewmate’s stories with him. And when his time came, he too, hoped someone else would carry his life on their breath. Eternal in memory.

Originally, he didn’t think that he would serve for as long as he did. Haireth found that he was alienated from civilian life upon his return. He could never again be carefree or as oblivious as the townsfolk he used to live with. The sea and the ship were his home, and he longed to return to it.

⋆Able to withstand long periods of strain
⋆Good at heavy lifting
*Hard to knock down

⋆Can’t run very fast
⋆Low manual dexterity.
⋆Has pain flare-ups from old wounds on occasion

He has minor healing that can help him alleviate and numb pain so he can keep pushing on, but it doesn’t do any more than to stop the bleeding.

5'3

110 pounds

Copper

It is always changing between blue and green

Rosy with a scattering of freckles across the center of her face

Her typical dress is made up out of a linen blouse, a leather corset along with a heavy skirt and tights to cover her legs. She favors a subdued color scheme of greys, blues and greens. Mira treats her clothes like armor, the more layers, the more she feels protected. Rarely seen without a crochet shawl wrapped around her shoulders. Handmade by Mira herself, it fades in color from blue to green, decorated with small shells and pearls, sewn along the edge of the shawl.

⋆Wood carvings
⋆Books
*Taking a bath
⋆Fish pie
*Pearls

⋆Violence
⋆Rudeness
⋆Her status as a widow
*Small mindedness
*Hot weather

⋆Losing her memories
⋆The remaining 200 years of her life
⋆Falling in love

Heterosexual

Mira keeps to herself. She interacts with others when it is required, rarely going out of her way to speak to someone on her own accord. It is not that she does not like people, she does, especially since it is her job to take care of the health and wellbeing of the crew. The rules of social interaction and the effort it takes for her to adhere to these rules are tiresome. Simply put, pretending to be happy adds to the constant feeling of weariness she experiences most days. No amount of sleep or rest seems to be able to revive her dulled spirit.

Before she was griefstricken Mira was a selfless and kind young woman, she still is but to a much lesser extent. Often absorbed into her own thoughts and feelings, there is at times not enough room in her broken heart to be kind. She is not mean instead, she simply comes across as indifferent or uncaring. She will still save and protect others before herself, despite being disconnected at times. Mira is not afraid to die. These benevolent aspects of her character win out over her gloom.

It is truly a challenge to anger her. Mira possesses the calm and patient demeanor befitting her age. With the years came understanding, in human years she would be an old crone. She never confronts or seeks out opportunities for confrontation. Mira thinks before she speaks, choosing her words carefully. She is a gentle yet forceful presence. While Mira is not afraid to die she is not foolish. She is brave when no one else can fulfill that task. Her ever present anxiety has faded as she's gotten older, to a point where she barely fears anything anymore. Her life experience has taught her many things. It makes it seem like she's quick to react to situations but she's seen it happen before and draws from her experience.

She is not dimwitted by any means, Mira can read and write, but has never had a formal education as she didn't need it. You could say she's not a studied or booksmart woman. Her withdrawn demeanor sometimes makes it difficult for her to form relationships. She can appreciate a good joke, but doesn't know many herself. As much as she tries to put on a good face, anyone with at least a shred of sense can tell she's sad.

Surgeon

Mermaid's Fortune

Mira has a living family beneath the sea. She hasn't seen or spoken to them in over 70 years

Not that she knows of

Derick Halloran †

⋆Strong swimmer (as a human and mermaid)
⋆Can breath underwater
⋆Can withstand cold (as a human and mermaid)

⋆Small stature
⋆Not very strong, she needs the element of surprise
⋆Needs to return to the sea every three days

Mira's merfolk heritage allows her to transform her legs into a scaly fin, breath underwater, live for centuries and use her voice to heal.

5'3

110 pounds

Raven

Misty grey

Smooth alabaster

Nur enjoys everything colorful and beautiful. She dresses in off the shoulder blouses with plunging necklines, curve hugging corsets of painted leather and full skirts of many colors and materials. Beauty before practicality. Infinitely feminine Nur invests many hours on her appearance. She favors solid skirts to bring out the details of the leatherwork on her corsets and the embroidery on her blouses and shawls. Sparkling jewels adorn her neck, ears and wrists. The metalwork is twisted to resemble flowers of all kinds.

⋆Perfume
⋆Honey cakes
*Silk
⋆Having fun with the boys
*Putting make up on the girls

⋆Hard manual labor (That's why we have the boys)
⋆Not getting her way
⋆Performing difficult and tasking spells
*Infected wounds
*Wool (It makes her skin itch)

⋆Going back home
⋆Being captured by other pirates
⋆The spirits which take over her mind and body during some spells

Heterosexual

Nur loves to be around people, especially men, who for some reason always seem to give her what she wants. When it comes to women and older men she usually has to feel them out a little. Get an idea on their motives, weak spots. Nur has to know someone well enough in order for them to seize being a threat. Her mind is only settled after she's found a way to twist someone around her finger.
She's known to be selfish and somewhat mean when around people she doesn't know or trust. Every women for herself. If she gives you something and you barely know her, expect there to be strings or some ulterior motive. Nur will be endlessly kind and share all of her laughter, love and riches with the few she trusts. The lengths to which she will go to save someone else is entirely reliant on the relationship Nur has with them. She has no difficulty in selecting friends according to their (emotional) value, like sorting out a box of precious jewels. In this sense Nur is a very practical girl, letting her head guide her instead of her heart when it comes to survival.

On a whole Nur has a pleasant aura around her, she rarely has ill intentions and prefers to poke fun and joke around. She can be incredibly impatient, childish even, when she doesn't get what she wants. Be it material or emotional. She is not afraid to stand up to men, especially when they are easily charmed. Few things make her anxious and she doesn't let that show. If you know her well, these things would surprise you. Affairs of the bedroom and casting greater spells are for reasons unbeknownst to even Nur herself a source of misery. Nur is quick on her feet, witty and always wants to have the last laugh. Surprisingly clever she always has something to say. Don't let her out of your sight.

Nur relies on her looks and charm to manipulate people which works well most of the time, but it cancels out groups who aren't susceptible to her womanly ways, like other women and the elderly. She has a hard time befriending or finding common ground with less feminine women, and elderly men especially inspire a sense of displeasure in the young girl. Nur loves to joke around when the joke is not on her. Don't rip her clothes or throw her into a pile of rotten fish, because she'll likely never speak to you again. She stays up till the moon is high up in the sky and sleeps in till late mornings, which isn't always convenient given her position as a surgeon. When she's overextended herself taking care of patients or attempting to cast difficult spells, she needs to sleep. Otherwise she'll either fall asleep on the spot or even faint.

Surgeon

Mermaid's Fortune

Mother, father, two older brothers and a younger sister.

Everyone is still alive and hell-bent on getting her back.

Drustan Hier (A young man she was arranged to marry before she left)

⋆Quick on her feet
⋆Knows how to use a dagger, laced with a rare poison
⋆Not as dainty as she convinces you to think

⋆Possession by spirits draw a lot of strength from her, leaving her needing to rest for hours, sometimes days.
*Physically she does not have a lot of strength
*Without her mandatory cup of herbal tea she'll get seasick easily.

Nur is a witch who has for some reason lost a lot of her raw magical power and skill. Many spells she used to be able to cast without problems have become a harrowing ordeal. Instead she relies on her knowledge of botany and the healing arts to act as the surgeon of the ship. She wouldn't want you to know this, but there are a lot of things she can't treat, not having finished her studies before she ran away. Her magic is unreliable and sometimes dangerous to both herself and those around her. She stole a book of weather related spells from her grandmother. The magic of the book goes far beyond her knowledge and capability, hence she rarely uses it. The spells summons spirits of the wind, sun and sea to possess her body and mind.