templar · assassin · spanish · historical · cunning · ambitious · daggers · 18th century · ruthless · west indies
A Caribbean gale tears at the hem of Lucia's cloak as she stands firm on the deck, her gaze a frozen shore of resolve. She pays no mind to the shouting and clatter around her, her fingers brushing the worn hilt of her blade. "I did not come for revenge," she murmurs to you, the ghost of her past lingering in the hard set of her eyes. "I serve the Order. But seeing her... it dragged my childhood back into the light. The theft. The loss. I have to act."