DRUNKEN SAILOR

𝖇𝖆𝖘𝖎𝖈𝖘

name: rudhrika nickname(s): the ruthless, rika age: thirty zodiac: scorpio sexual orientation: bisexual role: the redhand ship: the raider's revenge bounty: two hundred pounds

𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖞

( + ) intelligent, alluring, assertive, seductive, skilful ( - ) callous, unforgiving, resentful, vicious, untrustworthy

𝖍𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖞

tw ; slavery, imprisonment, abuse, torture, violence.

a black-eyed creature shrieking at the top of its lungs, rika was born a fiend.

that's what they say, anyway, because how could such hatred live in a woman who had not come from evil? those that know her now see only the devil she has become, but they know nothing of the girl who hid in the shadows and wept for a better life.

born in the gutter of a pirate port, rudhrika was one of too many mouths to feed in a crumbling orphanage where survival meant eating fast, hitting first and learning to disappear. she grew up feral beneath the docks, picking pockets and scurrying through shadows until desperation led her into the hands of a man who promised wages for work. a lie, of course, but what 17 year old who thought she could outsmart the world would know better?

she soon found out that what he offered was ownership. chains when she wasn't working, worse when she was.

she spent two years in that hell, a forgotten thing in the cellar of a house too rich for the town it rotted in. one day, a blur amongst all of the others, when the bells rang, she thought it was death coming to finish her. instead, it was pirates. it was vidar. silent, hollow-eyed, a ghost in a man's shape. he tore the lock from her cell and offered her freedom in the form of a ship.

for the first time in her life, rika had something like a family. the captain saw something in her and forged it in his image. he taught her to fight, to fire, to stop flinching when someone raised their hand. vidar was there too, a mentor, almost. and for a while, she believed in it.

then vidar slit the captain's throat.

she didn't wait for answers. rage made her reckless and she lunged for him, teeth bared, but the crew stopped her. they marooned her with a single shot and a cloudless sky that offered no mercy.

she should've died. instead, a trade ship found her. dragged her to tortuga, where she drank herself numb and fucked anyone who'd let her forget, fought anyone who wouldn't. she was angry, rage ruling every waking moment. she hated vidar for taking the only thing that had given her peace, refused to see 'reason'. vidar may have seen their captain as a monster, but rika was one too. she was his monster, and now she was unleashed.

rika didn't wait for opportunity to knock, she sought it out when she was sick of stewing in the stench of tortuga and in her own head. she had heard of the wild ways of the raider's revenge, and decided they wouldn't leave port without her on board as crew (*this is subject to change with plotting if necessary).

she proved her worth through monstrous means, able to coax secrets with the precise press of her blade, with the best limb severed, with the pressure just perfect. give her the right instrument and she becomes a conductor, and she loves nothing more than to make people sing.

𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘

i have a hateship for her up on the main wc page!

crewmates — if anyone was crew on the harbinger 10 years ago they would have known her when she was first brought aboard, would have seen her transformation aboard that ship. she almost definitely hates them if they are still tied with vidar. and ofc, fellow raiders, who she doesn't actually hate for the most part!

casual sex... not that anything this woman does is casual lbr it's gonna be intense

if anyone actually makes it through the cracks into the empty chasm where she's supposed to have a heart, she will actually be fiercely loyal and protective and would literally kill for them.

if there's anyone out there who is as twisted and mental as she is, i'm sure they could have some fun with the poor npcs of tortuga and their blades ahahah

she will hold a grudge forever fr so if anyone has ever wronged her she is going to try to kill you

she's not very pleasant i'm sorry but there are other options for her!!! we can work things out i promiseee she won't biteeeee

𝖇𝖆𝖘𝖎𝖈𝖘

name: dorian salazar nickname(s): salazar age: forty-five zodiac: leo sexual orientation: hypersexual pansexual occupation: owner of the siren's nest residence: the siren's nest

𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖞

( + ) cheerful, witty, charming, exuberant, protective ( - ) sarcastic, hedonistic, foolhardy, irrational, hasty

𝖍𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖞

dorian salazar is a name that has touched far too many lips, much like the man himself.

born the eldest of five, the salazars' only son, dorian has never once failed to be the centre of attention. he was practically born with the ability to shine so brightly that you can't look away, learning from a young age to spin tales to captivate listening ears, to drum up an audience, to entertain the masses in the town square... all the while teaching his sisters to pick the pockets of those whom he captivated.

he can't help that he's morally grey, really. it's not his fault that it's so much more fun to bend the rules when he has a smile that can get away with it. he would have stayed in cuba where life was simple, filled with goats, family and laughter, if he didn't have such a restless heart.

at 20 years old, dorian was at the market selling one of the family farm's goats. he was notorious for upselling, able to trade a goat for far more than it was worth if he chose the right buyer who could fall for his honeyed words. but it was on this day that the course of his life changed when his fate fell into the hands of a stranger who ran past him in the market with a pocket full of stolen silver and the town's guard in tow.

with a rush of adrenaline as the sense of adventure took hold of him, dorian followed them without asking why. not to berate or to capture them, no, but to chase them all the way to their rowboat on the beach and ask them to take him wherever it was that life meant charging into trouble with the confidence of someone who knew exactly how to get out of it again.

by dusk they were both rowing out into open water, the poor goat still left tied up in town.

he spent the next five years on borrowed time. floating from ship to ship, lover to lover, lie to lie. he was never the best fighter, but he could charm his way out of anything and drink most people under the table. he learned a hundred tricks of the sea and forgot half as many on purpose. what mattered was the feeling of salt wind, foreign lips, and the chaos of it all. but tortuga called to him like nowhere else, full of devils just like he was, and eventually he accepted that he wasn't made for the open waters and decided to stay.

he took work where he found it. he poured rum, he told fortunes, he danced on tables, he fucked whoever he pleased. but when word reached him that the siren's nest, a favourite establishment of his, was being run by a cruel drunk who treated its sirens like property, dorian decided he was going to step in. the stories vary of how the previous owner ended up dead, most of the twisted tales of gory death or a brutal fight coming from salazar himself, but the truth that no one really knows is that he took the cowardly route and had them poisoned.

the nest was his then, and has been for the last five years. dorian rules with soft hands and sharp eyes, loyal to the sirens and feared by those who forget themselves. though it may not seem it, he holds a position of power in tortuga as he has a network of information, usually gathered by his sirens or those he works with externally, and absolutely thrives in his web of blackmail and deception.

he still smiles, still flirts, still lives like death's too far behind to worry about. and if he has his way he'll die old, adored, and buried in silk sheets with lipstick on his collar and laughter in his lungs.

𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘

the sirens — dorian handpicks his sirens, and he has a habit of collecting strays, if you will. people that are down and out and need a leg up (no pun intended), he'll offer his help, as a lil addition to his collection. there is definitely potential for a 'favourite' siren of his, one that he keeps close to him and on his lap, but he is a changeable man and who knows how long it'll last for (or has lasted for in the past).

old & current flames — dorian is doing the rounds fucking everyone in tortuga lbr. some could have been more 'serious' than others but he is allergic to commitment (though i imagine a rare few have slipped through the cracks into his heart, even if he doesn't want to admit it). i do like the idea of someone being an 'exception' to him, someone that he's getting too close to (or has in the past) and it's a struggle for him.

he likes to party, so naturally he will have people he likes to turn to for a drink.

people he has helped, though this isn't really a man that works out of the goodness of his heart. there is usually an exchange to be made for dorian's protection.

people that slip him information in exchange for whatever it is they want. he'll find a way to get it.

naturally i am sure dorian has made some enemies along the way given the fact that he is trying to manipulate the entire island into becoming his own personal playground.

the pirate that whisked him away! still his best friend. the wc is on the main