"Once, my husband told me of this man. He avenges our wrongs. And the bounty killers sure do tremble when he appears. They call him "Silence." Because wherever he goes, the silence of death follows."
- The Great Silence


Tales of this pirate's exploits are rarely shared by accomplished officers. They are more likely to be heard in the marshes and swamps, as rituals and dances of strange magic grants temporary respite and means to survive to the oppressed.

Born to a Houngan, his education was interrupted when debt collectors came to his house, killed his father, and took his family into slavery.

Having been taught to read, he managed to prove useful enough to stay away from the hardest of physical punishments, his mostly reserved to spirit itself. Each one building up deep within him. And one fateful night, upon a crimson eclipse moon, the sugar cane plantations owners discovered, just how powerful spirits can be. That night, Loas guided his hands, as they took upon the blade for the first, but far from the last time.

On the run ever since, tangling with worse and better pirate crews, he managed in it all to keep to three principled goals:

- To find his family
- To learn more of the Loa he communicates with
-  To liberate those in chains, not forge more of them

He'll be the first one to admit he had been flexible on all three in the past, and it is no small reason why that clad in fetishes and strange wear man sometimes drinks heavily alone.

On his back, a blade he seems too clumsy to use effectively, on his back scars from when psychological was not deemed enough, and everywhere on him and around him is the strange, shadowy aura of writhing spirits.






Lights:

Reds: Paedo, diaper play, Breaking server rules
Yellows: Submitting.
Greens: Everything else