Name: Altáriel Azazel
Age: Appears twenty four
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Name: Delano Lynch
Age: Looks 22
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Altáriel Azazel was the captain of the Marna. He had a crew made up of two women and two other men. He looked very feminine, but didn't act it. He had dark red hair with a white streak in it. He was also about six foot two. His nickname was the Spirit of Darkness, which was fitting.

He was heading towards Zosimo when one of his crew members called out to him. "Capt'n! Ship near!" Altár walked up to see what he meant and grinned. "All right. We're taking at leas one prisoner, 'cause I doubt this is gonna be easy." He chuckled and lined the ship up with the other ship. He then took his crew over the deck and onto the other ship. They all began gathering whatever they could before the fight broke out. He worked on grabbing light things until the captain of this ship came.

(Sorry it took so long for a reply. I had a complete and total brain fart. :XD)

Delano Lynch was a historian and astronomer..at least that's what people thought and he preferred to keep it that way. Standing at 5' 9" tall not many people dared to argue with him. Most tended to shy away from him anyway given his red eyes and hair that went from red to black and back again depending on how you looked at it.

Stepping up onto the deck Delano looked back over his shoulder at Zosimo. He hadn't found much of use there and had bought passage on this ship to head out and continue his search. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a back ribbon and tied his hair back so the sea winds would stop blowing it in his face. Shaking his head he elegantly moved out of the way of the sailors as they went about their business. Traveling by sea was not his favorite way of doing things, he much preferred horse or carriage but the place he was bound was only accessible by sea. Suddenly the sailor in the crows nest called out a moment before another vessel pulled up next to theirs. Pirates! Quickly Delano headed below deck to gather his things, the last thing he needed was the pirates learning the truth about him.

Altáriel carefully looted the deck, before heading down the stairs when he saw a man piling things into bags from inside a room. He put himself in the door way and raised an eyebrow. "What'cha doing?" He looked amused as he watched the man, knowing he was blocking the only way out.

His tall form easily filled the doorway. He put his hands on his hips, in a slightly feminine way. He listened for sound of fighting while this is going on. His red eyes watched the man, carefully. He could defend himself, if he needed to.

(It's fine. ^^ Sorry this is so short. D: )