Name: Jacquleen Romov Age:27 
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Bio: Born of a saloon wench, Jac found life to be cruel. As soon as she could walk she was working for the bar. Cleaning tables, floors, dishes, and more.When not cleaning, she learned to fleece her mothers clients. On her own time, on slow nights, to fight the orphan kids for food. Jac would listen to the patrons tales of adventure. As the years went by, she would vow to get out and see the world.

Jac did get out. The day she was tall enough she set out to be a ship hand. Her hair short and with her body still flat she signed on as Jack. Learning trades by watching the others, she was a fast study. Knots, navigation, reading the wind, Jack soaked it all in as easy as she did the sights at port. The islands they charted and the clear blue sea water was all her treasure. The boat was her family, and the sea her home.  

They flew under the pirate flag so combat was also a part of her life. The the canon roar with the ring of swords made a symphony to her blood. Jack took her first life still young but not without a price. The crew at the end cheered as Jack raised her sword and smiled. While a streak of blood ran down her cheek. The loss of the eye made her wit sharper. She won more fights, evading death over and over again. She was soon one of the more respected members of the crew. 

Then when the time came to replace the fallen captain it was decided that Captain jack be the man for the job. They sailed to a friendly port and as most of the crew was ashore Jack took a small band of mates and sailed away with the ship.