Name: Marianne Revaille
Age: 22
Gender/pronouns: Female, she/her
Sexuality: Pansexual
Species: Human
Role: Pirate
Job on the ship: Captain
Appearance: Tan skin from so much exposure to the sun, messy blonde hair in small waves hanging halfway down her back, tumbling down from beneath a large, brown tricorn hat. Thin individual hairs, but lot's of them, so her hair is quite thick. Almost gives off a layered appearance, thin strands will get tangled in each other around the back of her head when she runs a hand through her hair and pushes it over and back, which she does quite often. Freckles scattered across her cheeks and nose, blushes very easily, usually has faintly pink cheeks. Dimples, a chapped bottom lip that she often chews on, resulting in it bleeding quite a bit. 5β8β, subtly muscled, lean, athletic from exercise, a scar running over the bridge of her nose, tiny scars and markings from previous fights all over her body, a particularly long and jagged one on her back.
Personality: Laughs a lot, very good at pretending to be happy while on the inside she's a mess. An ambivert, easily flustered, a physical-contact sort of friend, all hugs and hip-bumps. Very motivational, a calming force. Decisive, wonβt hesitate to do whatβs best for the crew, plans and makes sure everything is running smoothly instead of jumping straight into danger. Strong moral code, ethical even when raiding, chooses only ships with crews that she thinks deserve it/donβt need that much money.
How long they've been with the crew: Since the very beginning, three years ago.
Other: Was part of a low-class family living in one of the more tropical islands close off the mainland, had two older brothers and a baby sister, and two loving parents. A relatively happy childhood despite her familyβs lack of money, but when she was thirteen, the government in the mainland began taxing the islanders, leeching her family of their money until her mother died of starvation and her father of grief two days later. Anna, her baby sister, was given to another family, and her two older brothers were jailed for rebelling by the time she was fifteen, leaving her on her own. She lived on the streets for a while, running away to one of the larger cities off the island until she put together enough money to buy a small ship. When she arrived in the town of Illaria, small but famous for its musicians and artists (the town itself was basically a work of art), she found that she was still short of money. Disappointed but still determined, she found a job and was soon apprenticed to an old artist, a bit of a jack of all trades. He died a year after, when she was almost eighteen, but had become so attached to her that he gave her his greatest work of art: a wooden ship with absolutely gorgeous designs carved into the bow and sails. She named it The Wanderer, and soon picked up crewmates, who sheβs so close to by now that theyβre practically family.
Also, she has a pet Lahore pigeon, brown and white, plus two parrots, that look like these:
https://www.pinterest.ca/pin/591871576005552255/ and https://www.pinterest.ca/pin/508836457893712260/