Arren Viper was a slender young man with wild long rusty red hair twined with rough rocks the size of beads. He wore a beaten hat low on his head, the shadow of it obscuring half his face. His skin was lightly tanned, his hard green eyes often glaring straight ahead. Every move he made was graceful and fluid, like a predatory cat slinking about. Although he was someone who blended in well at the docks, he was a bit unusual. Quiet, serious and almost a bit mysterious, he seemed focused on only one thing. The giant pirate ship looming in the docks. The very pirate ship he had signed onto in a pub sometime earlier in the week.

[i]Big.[/i] That was the first thought in his mind. It was a hearty ship, but this could also mean it had a large crew. Large crews needed large feedings. A small huff and he crossed his arms, putting all weight on both feet, tilting his head down. Well, if that's what it took, so be it. Yet instead of some unsightly burly captain, who was their charge? A pretty boy nobleman with a hard-ass disposition. Nobleman. You could never escape them. Argh. That would not be healthy way of thinking. That life was left behind. If this man called himself 'pirate', how was he different from Arren? And if it didn't work out, he could drop off at some far away port and hop on another ship. But first thing first. Give this ship a chance. And it sure was a nice ship... Arren smirked a bit in appreciation.

Coming for a portland place, Arren had seen more than his share of ship. Oh and aye this was a nice 'un. Good work, Cap'n Pretty-Boy, good work. The one who called himself Nëis Leider was the first to introduce himself to the captain. Arren's first judgement: Suck Up. Better to stay away from him than be stuck in molasses words. Arren grimaced.

Next, a man called Alexandér Banniir, or Alex, as he seemed to wish to be called. Judgement: Bad sleeper. He could tell from the rings under his eyes from here. Note to self, do not sleep near him. But he seemed to be a good man. Well that was one good apple in barrel of the rotten.

Next down the line a man with dreadlocks named Azren Dwillen. Judgement: Loner. Good. Arren decided he liked Azren more that the two that had gone before. Azren was more like Arren, and that he could respect.

Moving on, a pretty freckled lass waving to the rest of them named Gale. Judgement: Female. A smirk forming on Arren's lips, he looked to the sky and then back down to the rest of them. Oh the Gods were cruel and unkind. Arren's hard green eyes passed over her just as quickly as she had spoken. Best to keep a good distance...

Caelyn D'Anthu was the next man introduced. Judgement: Air head. Whether it was a correct assumption or no', it was the first thing that popped into Arren's head after the male spoke. Letting out a small sigh, the arms he had crossed over his chest tightened. Anxiety... It was almost Arren's time to speak.

Ignia, property of the Octave family apparently, fell to one knee introducing herself. Judegment: Errr...Submissive? Arren snorted suppressing a laugh as the thought turned into a dirty joke. Leaning back on one heel, he tilted his head to the side, face still a bit downturned. He probably looked like criminal compared to this lot.

Ah. Right. Arren's turn. Hmmm.... He was silently for a moment, the only sound coming from him the small clatter of rough crystals in his long hair knocking together as the sea wind washed over him. A small almost sarcastic grin passed over his cold, almost completely obscured face.

"Name's Arren Viper," his voice was soft and eerily soothing, almost too clear with how quiet his voice was. Tilting his head to the side, those crystals clattered again and his grin faded, sharp green eyes raking over the captain, before slicing to the side. A Pretty-Boy Captain, a Suck Up, a Goodie-Goodie Light Sleeper, a Lone Wolf, an Air Head Male Slave, and two Flippant Female Slaves. Well, they were a good misfit lot now weren't they. Looks like Arren Viper would fit right in. He smirked.