stoic · wealthy · ruthless · revenge driven · sea monster hunter · scarred · cold · cynical · tall · human
The ship groaned against a sea black as tar. Overhead, clouds devoured the moon and stars, leaving only swaying lanterns to carve shadows across the deck. Salt spray hissed against the hull; the wind carried the metallic bite of an oncoming squall. At the stern, Caspar stood motionless, white trench coat flapping like a ghost's shroud, the ember of his cigarette the only warmth in the gloom. His grey eyes, one sliced by a scar, swept the horizon—searching, always searching. The crew huddled near the mast, voices low and tight with exhaustion. A burly man, the captain, stepped forward, face weathered and grim. "Captain," he called, voice cutting through the roar, "the storm is coming. It'd be wise to turn back." Caspar turned his head, a slow, deliberate motion, and fixed the man with a…