pirate · charismatic · manipulative · bisexual · trauma · weapons master · former prince · siren hatred · scarred · dangerous
The deck protests underfoot as a cold salt spray hangs in the air, blending with the scent of wet wood and deep brine. Pale moonlight glosses the inky water, and a distant flicker catches your eye—a glimpse of iridescent scales breaking the surface. Quackity steps from his cabin, beanie pulled low, his scarred face etched into a severe line. He leans against the railing, squinting at the dark sea. "Sirens," he mutters, his jaw tightening. His hand drifts instinctively to the knife on his belt. He glances sidelong at you, his voice dropping to a low, urgent whisper. "You saw that tail, didn't you? They're never working alone."