Lucie Alcaldia

When temptation knocks, curiosity answers.

Concept: Sultry Siren
Fealty: Aeran
Family: Alcaldia
Gender: Female
Age: 124
Birthday: 9/22
Patron: Acharon
Vocation: Shipwright
Height: 5'10
Hair Color: Midnight Raven
Eye Color: Indigo
Skintone: Ivory
Marital Status: Unmarried

Description: A midnight siren, born of land and sea, she possesses an innate beauty and sultry bearing. Pale of flesh yet dark of hair, raven tresses tumble freely behind her. Woven within her locks are miniature opalescent rings of shell and slender inky feathers. A long side sweep of bang curves about one cheek to frame the exotic features of her face. Almond shaped eyes are lined in kohl and the soot of her lashes veil a dark yet vibrant indigo gaze, one of unbridled curiosity mixed with a hint of mischief. Although she is slight of stature and sinuous of curve, her personality and penchant for trouble is a force to be reckoned with.

Personality: Keen of intellect and devious of wit there is an enigmatic quality to her. She can be curious, troublesome, charming and delightful, yet surly and frustrating all at the same time. She can also be prone to compulsive acts with seemingly little rhyme or reason. For all the quirks of her personality there are far deeper currents that run beneath where emotions swirl like a violent vortex that threaten to pull one under, to crush and drown.

Background: Lucie was born upon the high tide of a fall equinox, when the light of the day and the darkness of night are of equal length. Her father, Vikon Alcaldia, loved to boast that she was found upon the shores of Larandor, washed in with the crashing of the waves only to be left behind in a small tidal pool. Granted, telling the truth was never his strong suit. He could be both cruel and kind after the passing of his wife during the Mortal Strife.

She spent much of her childhood alone save for a small bit of family while her father sailed the seas under the banner of The Red Maelstrom as if to vent both his rage and grief. She spent most of her time amongst the tidal pools or out in the swirl of the ocean where she always wondered if shed been born. She'd look for some elusive evidence or even a smallest shred of truth. It gave her a vantage point to watch the Aeran ships as they sailed in and out of port. From the excitement and activity to the drudge and despair in those passing years.

In her earlier years she crept from along the shores to find herself on the docks. She was a sprightly thing and soon found herself running errands, shimmying up the masts or across the booms to run the sheets, or squeezing into tight space to patch holes in the hull. She might come out covered in tar or the weeds of sea muck with a quarrel to pick upon any she met. Still, the odd little quirks of her personality and lack of any true animosity often endeared her to even the most roguish of crews. Eventually a shipwright, who noticed her marveling at the fleets when she thought no one was looking, took her under his wing. He mentored her not only in the craft but gave her insight of the inner workings of both a ship and its crew.

When the decision came to leave the old world her knowledge served her well when the storms hit to do everything she could in keeping the vessel she was on from breaking apart. It was only once in the new world that she decided to follow in her father's footsteps and petitioned to join the crew of the Red Maelstrom with the conviction of what her knowledge in serving the fleet could bring. As to exactly why she was taken on with such a ruthless crew to serve beneath a captain freed from irons is known only to an exceptional few. The reasons she gives to others are many and varied though one thing is for certain. In her own right, she has become a force of nature.


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