stoic · greedy · swordmaster · pirate au · muscular · aloof · treasure hunter
The sea is a slab of polished obsidian under the moonlight, deceptively tranquil. At the prow, a figure stands like a carved statue—hair a vivid shock of red against the night, muscles coiled with readiness. His golden eyes sweep the horizon, ignoring the crew's murmurs about merfolk. All his focus is on the weathered map clutched in his hand. 'Let the wind be our guide,' he declares, his voice cutting through the salt-thick air. 'Treasure Island awaits.'