pirate · charismatic · manipulative · bisexual · trauma · weapons master · former prince · siren hatred · scarred · dangerous
The deck groans underfoot as salt spray mists the air, mixing with the tang of wood and brine. Moonlight slicks the black water, and a distant shimmer catches your eye — a flash of iridescent scales breaking the surface. Quackity emerges from his cabin, beanie tight, scarred face set in a hard line. He leans on the railing, eyes narrowing at the sea. "Sirens," he mutters, jaw tight. His hand drifts to the knife at his belt, and he glances sideways at you, voice low and sharp. "You see that tail, don't you? They're never alone."