[hider=Keeper of Ships and Hopes] [color=#ffb619][h1][center]Jane Morrow[/center][/h1] [hr] [center][img]https://image.tmdb.org/t/p/h632/hoJ0pKvPY6ecCUOxDULv7owUqsx.jpg[/img][/center] [hr] [h3]Age: 36[/h3] [h3]Gender: Female [/h3] [h3]Race: Human[/h3] [h3]Appearance:[/h3] A slight woman with dark skin, brown curly hair cut short for practicality's sake. Young for her age, and full of energy, quick with a smile and always looking as though she can see the sun behind the clouds. Coming up only to 5'2" (157 cm) and only just weighing in at 100 lb. (45 kg), she doesn't exactly throw her weight around so much as her voice. Commanding, encouraging, sometimes stern but always positive. Her voice rings through the ship's decks night and day, and is a constant reminder of her presence, even if she tends to get underfoot at times. [h3]Job: Boatswain[/h3] The Boatswain, or "Bosun," is responsible for supervising the maintenance of the vessel and its supply stores, and checks the ship's sails and rigging every morning. The Boatswain is also in charge of all deck activities, including but not limited to dropping and raising of anchors, the opening and closing of sails, etc. The Boatswain is considered to be a Petty Officer and is therefore answerable to the Vice-Captain, Captain, Quartermaster, and any other Commissioned Officers. [hr] [h3]Personality[/h3] Jane has been described as "too happy," as well as being "the loudest, cheeriest, most annoying alarm clock this side of Laxen." Despite these questionable compliments, she certainly has a disposition fit to rival that of the staunchest of optimists. It can sometimes be unclear why she insists on remaining so adamant in her positivity, but not one of the crew members has found a situation, fair or foul, that Jane couldn't make up to be just one more step on the path to fulfilling their goals and dreams. It's not that Jane is naive, but rather that she is dedicated to maintaining an attitude of action, effort, and support for her fellow crew. She's seen the ship through numerous crises, none of which could truly be described as fortunate or desirable. Jane however, finds no use in fixating on the negative of any given situation, and instead chooses to draw attention to what can be done to fix things. In addition to this, despite the initial impression of her, Jane is a deeply empathetic and observant woman who knows when somebody needs to be subdued, and quiet, and pensive. She's very high-energy, and loves to jump from one activity to the next, but she also admires those who keep to themselves, if only so long as they still come out every once in a while. Jane's formidably strong compulsion to look on the bright side of things can be obnoxious, and even unhelpful, though if that has ever occurred to her, she's never admitted it openly. Indeed, if anything the years have only worn her into an increasingly well-defined pattern. If you've got a problem, Jane's your woman, because even if she can't give you a solution, she'll give you a smile. [hr] [h3]History[/h3] Born on the sea, amid sea shanties and unto a particularly prosperous family of traders, Jane's childhood was happy. She learned the trade of seafaring from some of the best, even a few retired Navy sailors who'd joined up with her father for the extra coin. Her education didn't stop at simple knots either, and throughout her childhood, Jane's parents groomed her to become a merchant in her own right. She learned valuations and calculations, and even began to study trade routes. Amidst the education however, an distraction came into Jane's life. While docked in Laxen, she came across a boy who seemed desperately sad. She tried to approach the boy, but he escaped her and she returned to her family's ship, perturbed by the most sorrowful she'd ever laid eyes on. Several further near-encounters with this boy on subsequent returns to Laxen further intruded on her mind, and though her body of knowledge surrounding the care of a trade ship, and its primary means of economic furtherance had progressed considerably, Jane's parents noted how listless and pondering their daughter had become. They decided to let her stay in Laxen for the next few trading trips, in the company of a merchant friend of the family, under the pretence of having her become familiarized with the way the market operated on dry land. Both of them hoped that the time away would give Jane the space she needed to refocus herself. Inevitably, she caught up to the boy with the sad expression and finally engaged in conversation with him. Rowan, he was called. Once he finally gave in to her insistence to talk with her, he calmed down and they spent many evenings talking together, getting to know one another. Jane tried to broach the topic which had drawn him to her attention many times, asking after what immense sadness he bore in his heart. Just as many times, Rowan evaded her questions, changed the subject, and avoided opening himself up to her. Three months on, the two shared a kiss. It was love, Jane knew it for certain. The feeling in her chest blossomed and expanded and she knew that no matter what else happened, when she set out as a merchant that she wanted Rowan by her side. Rowan, with his forlorn eyes which always brightened but by measure also seemed to darken when he met her gaze. Rowan, who always listened when she spoke of her dreams, and her parents' business trips, and of all the many things she wished she could do alongside them. Rowan, whose insightful and beautifully intricate hands crafted such wonderful sculptures for and in Jane's honour. As her parents' latest trade tour was due back, she waited with bated breath expecting a proposal from the young man any day, and held her chest full to bursting with her overwhelming urge to scream "Yes!" Of course, she still needed to know why he remained so melancholy. And a small part of her, in the back of her love-addled brain was warning that she shouldn't attach herself to a man who held his deepest self at arm's length from his beloved. She ignored that voice for the most part however, and fell deeper and deeper into love. And in the end, she fell too far and too fast to see what was coming. Her parents had in fact been on their most lucrative trip yet, in what should have been the prime of their careers. And yet while Jane was back at home, in the throes of first love, her parents had faced setback after setback. Despite every effort to maintain the confidentiality of their endeavours, competitors had outdone them again and again. The suspicions that soon arose were of a rat on the inside, leaking information of their plans to greedy buyers. Thus, they thoroughly raked through all of their employers, and chose a new body of mercenaries, entirely secretly to be their guards. The Great Aquarius and its crew were given explicit orders upon their contracting to keep an eye out for suspicious individuals whom might be seen to be leaking information about the Morrow family's business practices. This development was entirely unknown to Jane herself, which was why she was shocked to find Rowan being dragged roughly aboard her parents' ship bound with rope and between the shoulders of two burly thugs. She found out, not from Rowan himself in the end, but rather from the Captain of the Great Aquarius, that Rowan was an information scout who had been hired by the Morrow family's rivals specifically in order to get close to a member of the Morrow family. Specifically, Jane herself. She was shown, heartbreakingly, a dossier that detailed all of her vulnerabilties, recommended avenues of manipulation, and possible forms of intelligence to be reaped from her. Her first love had used her for personal gain. If any other person had been dealt that blow, they might have been crippled, but even in the darkness of her loss, she wanted to see Rowan one last time. She never got a chance. Before they could formally turn him over to law enforcement, along with the evidence that the crew had gathered, an assassin struck Rowan down where he stood and fled. With his dying breath, as Jane knelt over him, he gargled desperately, apologizing for what he had done. His last, horribly final words were, "I never..." And then he died. Jane decided, to move forward, she couldn't continue with her life as a trader. She didn't trust herself. Even though her parents never blamed her for the leaking of information, she decided to take her life in a new direction and offered up her services to the Great Aquarius, and her crew, who had in a sense, liberated her. She decided to take that freedom, and find a way over the horizon, toward tomorrow. She has been a member of the crew for two years, and Boatswain for just under a year. [hr] [h3]Weapons[/h3] Jane has no weapons, as Boatswain, other than the tools she uses to do her job, which are not particularly suited to combat. She also lacks formal combat training, and in situations where combat is most necessary, she takes on a supportive role where she can. [h3]Magic[/h3] Jane's own magic is still locked deep within her bosom, untapped and waiting to be discovered. Morrow herself assumes that she has no inherent magical ability, though it is quite possible that she might manifest some ability in the future, given proper prompting. [hr] [h3]Other:[/h3] Theme Song: HAPPINESS by NEEDTOBREATHE [youtube]https://youtu.be/xSWnSFPrPI4[/youtube] [hr] [/color][/hider] [hider=Jane's Post Pic 1.0] [img]https://i.imgur.com/dcxr1s5.png[/img] https://i.imgur.com/dcxr1s5.png[/hider] [hider=Post Code] [code][center] [img]http://i.imgur.com/dcxr1s5.png[/img] [color=#ffb619][h1]Jane Morrow[/h1][/color][/center] [hr][color=#ffb619] Jane [/color][/code] [/hider]