Action and adventure on the high seas, a shipwreck on stranger tides, turmoil at world's end, left marooned in unfamiliar territory, searching for the greatest treasures in the lands... or perhaps not but a woman can dream right? The born and bred sailor currently an up-and-coming name among the shipping industry of the Blacksteel harbor. Having spent her entire childhood aboard ships and at sea as her father's lacky, the woman was more than a match for a man when it came to fishing, sailing, and operating upon the waters.



An abnormally tall drink of water standing at 5'11" with a slender, athletic build, her toned muscles not doing much to add curves to her skinny body. Said form sports a flat yet toned rear and a set of smallish, but buoyant breasts. Her mid-black length, sandy-blonde hair that always appears matted against her even when not soaked parts to reveal one soulful, honey-brown eye bearing a slit of a pupil whilst the other is often covered by a saddle-brown, leather eyepatch. Pursed upon her countenance are a pair of thin yet pouty, wine-colored lips from which can be heard a low raucous voice that at times almost sounds as if drowned by water. Uncovered flesh reveals both her sun-kissed colored skin and the obvious signs of a woman not afraid of manual labor nor rowdy company. She bears indications of such in the form of calloused hands and scars of various size and origins though mostly upon her back. Her scent always that of salt and sea, though often also of rum and tobacco when in port. Walking with an arrogance in her swagger she appears a woman in her mid-twenties, crude, rude, and sometimes lewd.



Her style of clothing gives yet another indication of her profession, favoring snug yet supportive, corset-style tops, form-fitting yet durable pants, and heeled thigh-high boots sometimes with the addition of a long coat whilst working or fishing in inclement conditions. Typically, her hair is kept out of her face by the bandana she wears wrapping her head though on occasion she can be seen wearing a flamboyant tricorn in more formal attire. Always seen hanging from her waist is a belt holding a rapier sheath in a scabbard. There is also a dagger always tucked away somewhere upon her person as well.



Talk about rowdy arse place full of seedy dives, occasional brawls, and all the booze, smoke, and potential flings; for a sailor like her Brassmere Ward and Old Town seemingly has it all in the way of leisure. What the world has to offer in the way of opportunities to make some coin has now been revealed to her. Though gainfully employed, contentment with her life presently has done little to make the lass any less salty. For that matter, it has not halted her drive to fulfill even greater goals...



"Still waters run deep..."