Captain of the Flicker
Twenty-four at a height of five
foot seven
Dark hair and eyes that spoke of deeper emotions
A sea waif at best
but one skilled if they had a keen eye for those subtle movements and
a certain gleam in dark eyes. She had gone to visit her
cousin Mary, spending time together like sisters. The manor home
was large considering the family's status. They were playing hide and
seek which had her end up in the attic waiting to be found. She heard
some disturbance like a muted echo from a distant time.When Mary
didn't come for her she ventured out. She could smell smoke as she
started running only to come to the top of the stairs. There lying
dead on the floor was her aunt and uncle. Mary and her little brother
Todd were missing. She heard voices outside commanding "Find her
or else!" Her heart leaped in her throat knowing that they were
after her. Worse, she heard them speaking on her father and brother having
been executed and now they would wipe out the family. She
ran back to one of the rooms she knew had a great oak outside and
escaped that way.Twelve years later she ended up here. She had her own
ship, a schooner, and a small crew. Sailing was in her blood too. She
wasn't sure where her life would take her so it was approached one day
at a time. A smile readily upon her lips or a glare that could stab.
She could fight well; skilled in a few weapons. Usually in leather,
pants, tunic, poets shirt and cloak.
**This is a fictional
roleplaying character. Not real. No claims to the pictures made representing how
Marsali would look. IM play is limited to
those in the game of Heathfield. RPL#1. Circa 1600-1700
Fantasy Based**
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