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[b]Name:[/b] Antonia (Yes, she does have a surname, but she will not tell it so you may not have it. And the one thing you may trust is that if she does give one? That is assuredly a lie.)

[b]Age:[/b] 24

[b]Appearance: [/b]This of course, will vary on the circumstances. The only aspects that never change, are the thick, lustrous mane of ebony hair, skin the deep warm color of caramel, and those calculating grey eyes.

Antonia is quite at her ease in grand finery and pale make-up, her hair straightened and then beautifully tended about her face, grey eyes shining and imperious. She could be the epitome of an exotic European courtesan, moving with an unerring grace through noble courts and gentrified plantations alike. Her French is Parisian perfect, as are her elegant manners, her lovely deep singing voice and her skill at the harpsichord in any proper parlor. 
 
On any other given day, she might seem bedraggled and worn, yet as defiant and loud and unrepentant as any bawdy woman, half-dressed and bold as you please, wandering eyes and carefully displayed flashes of skin and breast and lush, red lips calling a man to heaven or damnation - if he honestly cared which it might be for the night, or if he'd wake up in the morning far lighter of riches for his troubles.

Though on the Dusk Skate alone, she will seem little more than a woman of strangely mixed origins, her thick hair tied back from her face, hanging to the middle of her back. Quietly she goes about lending a hand where needed, dressed in obviously borrowed men's clothing, a large loose shirt of ivory linen and brown pants tucked into leather boots that had seen a good deal of hard use, a simple hooded, woolen cloak against what weather might come. While she maintains a large trunk of a wardrobe in the hold, Antonia seems otherwise content to spend a good deal of time on ship in the crow's nest, where Captain Lightfoot has seen fit to employ her keen eyes as lookout.

[b]Crew Position:[/b] Spymaster/ crow's nest look-out

[b]Background:[/b] Because she will not speak of it but for a very few and rare circumstances - and she will certainly volunteer nothing (and again, if it is volunteered willingly? Be assured once more, 'tis a lie), the details of her parentage or childhood are unspoken. But for whatever Captain Lightfoot might share of their original meeting with anyone aboard the ship, or even of their quieter conversations, Antonia will not. Still, she's taken to lightheartedly calling him her 'lovely man,' or 'Silver Fish' or even 'Captain Silver Fish' if she were feeling particularly officious in the moment. He doesn't seem to mind too terribly, after all.

But since she will not speak of her origins - not even with her 'lovely man' - then I'll not write more on the matter here either. Surmise what you will, of the woman you 'see' before you, and know she'll have a mask - lovely or terrible - for all occasions, and formulate a lie as easily as she breathes. Antonia is obviously well-educated, surprisingly so even, and speaks French beautifully, fluently, and but for that thick, warm Creole accent she speaks English just as well. The only other thing of note might, perhaps, be the fact that if the Dusk Skate ever moored in Martinique, Antonia will flat out refuse to leave the ship's confines, or set foot on that island's soil, and no amount of promised gold or dire threats will move her.