Clark Hackney, "the Striker", Captain of The Dreaming Serpent (art by marty-mc)
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Personality: Lax, lazy, would rather have someone else do it unless they don't do it right, Clark is a very wayward pirate. He can be goofy and playful when he chooses to be, but more often than not, he is commandeering and dominant. This is the sort of personality that he wants to exude in front of strangers and whenever he arrives on port. Otherwise, he'd do the least amount of work needed to get the job done, but when he gets angry, he would do anything, burning anyone in his way.
Bio: Clark was born to a poor shoemaker family. Stories of piracy have always fueled him and his dreams, even when he spent a few years as a professional shoemaker. When a pirate named Avery caught sight of him on the streets, he offered him a life on the seas for a lifetime supply of personalized shoes. He figured that he would always go back home to spend whatever money he came across so he accepted, and thought that making shoes would be his only skill on the high seas. He was wrong. On the ship, he was personally trained, went through turmoil (with the disappearance of Avery and the heartbroken death of both his parents), and managed to do enough to turn his anger to victories. He became well-known for his striking attack with his cutlass that no other has broken through. Since then, he is feared on the seven seas, but only pillages when necessary.

Ariel Damiani (art by Saiman Dullah)
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Personality: Shy and withdrawn, she managed to copy the mannerisms and ways of the high court ever since she came to their employ. Around high-society people, she is meek and quiet, just as they expected her to be, but around people of her class and those whom she works closely with, she can be crass and biting. Ariel is instantly suspicious of anyone who treats her with any amount of kindness, as the world around her became hard enough that she expected no less.
Bio: Ariel was taken from her family, from the islands of Indonesia, from a young age. She was put under the care of a head maid who taught her everything she needed to know in order to serve her masters and mistresses promptly and properly. When she was in her teens, she had the horrible realization that she wasn't where she was supposed to be, and that her parents probably died of either slaughter or grief from losing her. Ariel turned into a whirlwind from such introspection, and turned to drinking and prostitution as a way to deal with her emotions. She felt nothing when some of her masters and mistresses wanted their way with her, which left her as a shell walking the earth. Her latest mistress was one that sparked a sort of love and companionship within her; her mistress now had morals and a greater sense of serving her country, something Ariel could not have and do. She now fiercely has an inspiration, and tries to work with herself and how she deals with people. She can turn back to her old ways when under such influences, but it's a lot better than back then.


"See anything out there?"

The day started out with a fine mist. With Clark as superstitious as he is, he guessed something or someone would just jump out of the mist and take him and his men by surprise. His hands twitched with anxious nerves; it was a while since they pillaged some poor sod of a ship. Despite his men's complaints, Clark chose to not pillage whatever villages they came across. Unless they started the fight first. And unless they showed that they had considerable wealth, just waiting to be stolen. This was a personal rule that he chose to develop only later in his life, when all he learned with Avery was to go for the gold, no matter what.

Reminiscing, he shook his head. Clark wasn't sure if Avery would ever be satisfied by how much gold he could amass. 'There is more to life than just gold,' he thought. His years on the high seas gave him great recognition, he was sure that that was enough to live a long, good life. Being a pirate, though, you never know when someone will turn on you.

Clark was drawn out of his own thoughts by a wavering voice. His eyes darted up to the source of the noise and he gave him a small smile. "How can we see anything with this damned fog 'ere? It's a curse," the man at the ship's wheel answered.

"Hmph. I figured."

Ariel felt a tingling ever since they left port.

She finds herself on the sea again, after 17 years of being away. It almost felt like a homecoming, except she wasn't going home but rather to a wedding. Maybe she always felt at home in the sea. It was where the most change occurred for her in her life. Leaning on the ship's side, she wished she had a smoke. Or if her mistress wanted her to do something. She hated anything but idleness and boredom.

Ariel watched the ship's men adjust and readjust the sails when necessary, a young boy started to mop the deck even though it had been cleaned through and through hours ago. There's not much you can do when there's a fog covering your field of view. She could feel the droplets in the air, frizzing up her hair. She picked at the skin of her lip. Why couldn't she just have better hair, or a wig?

The tingling only got slightly worse when the fog had settled in. Anything could happen, anyone could jump at them at any moment. Ariel unfortunately wasn't given anything weapon-worthy, despite her attempts at attaining some kind of dagger she could keep under her skirt, or something along those lines. Even then, was she prepared to fight? Probably not.

With a deep breath, she turned over to face the sea. It was quiet, almost ghostly.