MissCapnCrunch

Life After -- A Zombie Apocalypse RP

Are you still looking for applicants? Would love to join if you'll have me.

Avalia

Bickering continued between the two boys as Dionaea let the apple roll down the back of her leg and onto the ground below them without much sound emitting from it. Her jaw tightened as their voices raised, she was use to arguments now and again having so many siblings- but the words exchanged between the two were cutting deeper than the jousting between family. After Kyran declined Dionaea's idea it was clear that the fairy was not in good standing. "Sorry." Dio admitted in a voice just slightly louder than a whisper. It had been a foolish suggestion, she now understood that. She quickly agreed with the new offer, "Yes, maybe some fresh air and a change of scenery will be good for us." she chuckled, reaching up to her fake ears and adjusting them upon her own.

Watching Risa walk inside Dio knew that her friend needed some space, and choose not to follow. Soon she returned dressed in a beautiful gown and her hair was done up. The young fairy felt a tinge of jealousy in the moment- as she hadn't spent much time on her own appearance the last weeks, her own hair pulled tightly back into a high ponytail, and her clothes the same as the ones she adorned earlier in the journey. She made a mental note to find something fresh to wear when they went to Roshmi after their meal. Appearances were weird like that- Dionaea would not consider herself a vain fairy in comparison to some of her older sisters who were obsessed with their looks, but there was something about having a new dress, a stylish hairstyle, or even just a bath that could change your entire mood around. The young fairy had spent some of her darker days at Kyran's parents in bed without eating, bathing, or even communicating with her friends besides the sullen "good morning" and "good nights" she would muster out. The faces of her brother's still engraved in the tunnels of her memory, but she knew that she couldn't just lay down and die.

Risa suggested a place for them to eat and the young girl nodded, "I am ready to go, though I may want to buy some extra things while we are in the city." she cooed, a small twinkle of happiness in her eye as she patted the pouch she always carried around her petite waist, the sound of coin jingling in response.

Avalia

Sometimes you learned more about a person by watching them talk to others rather than talking to them yourself. Dionaea observed her group speaking with one another this early morning. She had mixed feelings about Elthrael, there was something about the fairy that was jarring- he always came around just at the right times and his words fluttered gently in prose as if he had never misspoke in his life. In that moment she desperately wanted to see him show flaw.

As he handed over the apple to Elsea, Dia grabbed it from her palm almost instantly. "We'll split this for breakfast. Don't want to ruin your appetite." the girl spoke, holding the apple at her side, gripping it between her digits tight enough for it not to be taken back. Perhaps the apple was just fine and the young fairy was just overreacting in response to the last week's events but one could never be too careful. Enemies were often sent in gift wrapped packages. "Shall we?" she motioned back inside if Kyran wanted to host the meal in his parent's home. The tension could be cut with a knife.

"I can cook up something for the long day that is surely ahead of us, with some help." Dionaea offered, "Last night I came across some ripe moon berries that would make for a treat." the corners of her lips curling into a dainty smile.

Avalia

Devastation.

Destruction.

The words twirled in her head like a wind storm, the flashes of her childhood home burnt to nothing but various pieces of rubble and ash right before her eyes. When Risa had finally told Dionaea about her family she was worried, but it wasn't until she saw the true nature of the situation that she became gut wrenchingly sick. Her brother's bodies lay there in the wreckage, they were burnt but recognizable. The two friends embraced and cried, they had both lost so much in such a little amount of time. Dia dug her fingers into the dirt, searching for anything of sentiment and came back with nothing, "It's all gone..." she sobbed, streaking her cheeks with murky gray tears. With much hesitation, the young fairy was eventually taken away from the scene- dirt and flesh still filling every nail bed.

Roshmi was their next destination, and although hope did seem loss Dionaea was thankful to be surrounded by people that loved and cared about her, as well as new found friend in The Sweet One- or as she now called Elsea. As the group found out more about the woman, they became more intertwined- sharing stories of their past as well as dreams for their futures. The group practiced their fighting as the journey progressed, and even after arriving they continued to work on their craft as well as the less studied ones. "My brother Cypress was excellent at this.." she said, her upper lip quivering as she held back tears. She was on the brink of breaking down several times during the days there, but tried to keep her chin up around her friends.

---

Laying in bed, a small recluse spider wove a small web between the young fairy's spread fingers. "You're quite the artist Daisy, I'm thankful we found one another again." she whispered as not to disturb her roomate; Elsea. They had been sleeping in a room in Kyran's parents house for a few days now, and just recently she was feeling more upbeat.

_{"Pleasantly surprised?"}

The small spider's voice was alluring, almost as if she wanted you to lean just a bit closer. Dionaea nodded as she watched the spider trickle her way around the digits. It was comforting, a piece of home that she could always take with her. Raising up from a lying position, the young fairy let the blanket fall gently to her lap exposing her nightgown as she reached over to the bedside table and let the spider hop off. The young girl started to pick off the pieces of web as Kyran burst into the room exclaiming that they need to wake up, and now! Pulling the blanket up over her chest, Dionaea's mouth parted in shock. To the left of her Elsea had been taken from slumber in the most unpleasant way, and if looks could kill Kyran would have dropped dead that moment.

Dionaea watched as Elsea got out of bed, inching closer to Kyran. Dia wondered if she should intervene in that moment but knew it was for the best to not. Elsea placed her hand over Kyran's mouth directly and the young fairy couldn't help but huff in a stifled laugh as she told him to shut up. Her eyes pandered over Elsea as she dressed herself- she was right though, Hades would never let anything bad happen to Risa- and even if, Risa wasn't completely helpless.

Reckless, sure- but not helpless.

Dionaea climbed out of bed quickly to dress herself and put on her disguise to blend in with the people and to hide her own identity. "Elsea IS right you know. It's kind of like when you plant something, you can't have them too close or they all won't grow, but if you spread them out just a bit they will blossom." she smiled faintly, as Risa showed herself to the group with nothing but smiles and cheer. Before anyone could even speak she was rushing back down the stairs. "Well Kyran, she's not dead." the girl chuckled, as they made their way back down the stairs- greeted by the fairy they had rubbed elbows with earlier when they had first met Elsea. He spoke to them softly, but the message was loud and clear.

Dionaea nodded saying, "Pleasure is mine." as she shifted her weight from one leg to another.

Ossvien

"Aye, it looks bad for ya Samuel."

The young lass fingered over a weathered tarot card that laid before one of her crew mates. The two sat by a dim light in the lower quarters by the kitchen where Winnie spent most of her time on board, when not in her sleeping quarters. The man gulped, leaning forward his voice hushed as he questioned, "What does it mean Winifred?" a smirk formed across her lips as she pushed a strand of ebony hair back behind her ear- the leather of her eyepatch chafing against the skin and leaving a sweaty aroma. "Not sure if you can handle it really..." the girl teased, leaning back in her wooden chair waiting for the man to beg just for a little bit more.

"Aye Fred, you keep fucking me over, I'll piss straight in your pot, I will!"

"Fuck off!"

The girl came back up to the table, slamming her hands down with an impatient slap. She wanted some more mystery and passion in her life, but Samuel here was not pleasing her ears, nor very pleasing to her one good eye for that matter. Wasting no more time, she parted her lips, "This here's the reversed hierophant." the woman pointed to the ink illustration on the card, and the man looked at it more in depth, "It doesn't even have one of those long noses, you're pulling my leg now and I'm about to leave with my coin back." he squawked, starting to get off his chair with his hand outstretched wanting his payment back.

"Not an elephant you idiot! A HIEROPHANT. Like one of those big priest men." Winifred argued back as the man sat down with a thud, she continued, "See these three bars here on the cross? That there represents the father, the son and the holy ghost- or in your case The Captain, her breasts, and Davy Jones himself." the woman chuckled, looking at a very confused Samuel.

He was smart as he was putrid.

"So what's it mean then?"

Winifred, picked up the card and shuffled it back into her deck before excusing herself from the small table and placing the deck inside of her cabinet drawers, that remained locked with a small key she kept in the pocket of her trousers. She patted the pocket after slipping the key back in, a lovely sound of the metal clanking against her recent coin jingled back to her. "Aye when that type of card is reversed as fate dealt to you, it means that you are feeling a little locked up in your current structured life. Sounds like you should remain at port during this voyage, before you do the unorthodox."

Winifred raised her eyebrows, watching Samuel become uneasy- the conversation he shared with another crewmate last night of a revolution against the captain became a bitter and acidic taste in his throat. "Aye. I need a rest." he commented, quickly leaving the table and going up a deck. He avoided contact besides shoving past one of the crew members on his way onto the busy dock.

Winifred could be heard cackling from below deck, before the petite pirate would take Samuel's same footsteps and head up to the deck- but not to leave the vessel; but instead to take in the site of who's bellies she would be filling this adventure. She took at a glance both familiar and unfamiliar faces alike, before speaking with a bit of flair; "We lost an appetite but gained another!" she cooed, a toothy grin falling across her mouth.

Avalia

Weapons and armor?

Had Kyran lost it? Dionaea questioned her friend's sanity in the moment, whoever wanted them dead would stop at nothing. They killed a stranger with no hesitation; what would they do to someone who provided reason to be hunted. The young fairy took heed after Kyran with Risa and Elsea in tow. Risa was clearly distraught, and Dia wanted nothing more to comfort her friend, but they didn't have the time right now for it- their moment in the cave now seeming like a very distant memory rather than just moments ago. "It will be okay Risa." the girl managed out, quietly but assertive in it's delivery. She didn't know if it would be okay, but if all had one another's back- it would be okay for now.

Elsea's own questions caused Dionaea's head to spin thinking of the other fairy and what his status had been during the fight, had he sacrificed Jean for his own safety? Perhaps her brethren had other plans with humans and delivered the broken one himself? The thoughts were endless as she tried to keep a sturdy lip. She waited for Kyran's answer for reassurance in her own comforts.

Avalia

A sigh escaped Dionaea's lips as her head fell back a bit more to watch the light dance off the jewels. For that moment life didn't seem so bad. The group was exchanging smiles, laughs, and for only a bit- joy. She turned her gaze to Risa, who joyfully danced under the glistening. She was beautiful. The young fairy followed the gaze to Kyran who was fixated on Risa with a sheepish smile. Dia knew how much he cared about her, not just as a friend but much more than that. Most of Risa's suitors through out their lives Dionaea had felt a bit protective against; they were not good enough for her, and all they would do is hurt her. Kyran was different though, she knew that hurting Risa was the last thing he'd do.

Kyran went to check on things, leaving the girls alone in the cave for a moment "This reminds me of home." Dionaea commented, gathering herself up off the ground wiping away some of the debris off her legs and dress from the cave floor. She was still soaking wet, and despite the fire Elsea had produced, was feeling a bit on the chilled side. A shiver ran down her spine as Kyran came back with horrible news, the human had been murdered. Sure, he was broken but he did not deserve to have his life ended in such a horrendous manner.

A sense of guilt swept over the young fairy as she pictured Jean's face flash before her eyes, the imagery of her dream from the night before now intermingling. "We can't let him die in vain, we have to get out of here!" she concluded, looking around at the two cave paths that stood before them. "Which path should we take?" she questioned the group, a sense of urgency in her voice.

Ossvien

Keeping your eye on the prize

WINIFRED ✖ TWENTY FIVE ✖ FEMALE ✖ HUMAN

Height:

Five foot three.

Weight:

One hundred and twenty pounds.

Hair Color:

Dark brown.

Eye Color:

Grey.

Skin Tone:

Sun kissed peach

Brief Clothes Description:

Fifty shades of brown, black, and a splash of red. Winifred is not a picky dresser, she likes to dres for occasion; and since her occasion is usually that of being at sea- she dresses appropriately. Loose fitting cottons, and appropriate corset to bind her waist as women were often taught. The young girl is a sucker for adornments, and will often be seen wearing necklaces, bracelets, rings, headbands and the like. She hasn't worn a dress since she was a little girl, but wouldn't mind slipping into one, if the tides allowed such an event.

RAMBUNCTIOUS ✖ BOSSY ✖ STUBBORN ✖ LOYAL

Likes:

- Creating meals that is both hearty and cheap.
- Small and usually worthless keepsakes.
- The ideas of the unknown.

Dislikes:

- When people ask about her eye.
- Being taken for not as worthy as a man.
- Not having her way when she wants something.

Fears:

- Not escaping her father's curse on their name.
- Spending her life never finding a true home.
- Poison.

Sexuality:

Anywho who will keep her warm through the night.

Personality:

Winifred Argall is extremely extroverted, she is not afraid to speak her mind to anyone about anything, especially if she feels that something is wrong with a situation. She does not take shit from anyone, and is ready to fight both physically and verbally if she needs to. However, she is usually getting along with everyone she intertwines with- a friend and lover. She is kind, and forgiving to an extent, though often can appear selfish because of her stubborn nature to be correct all the time. She is very linear with her craft, things like food is something you can not argue with her about because even if you are right, you are wrong.

Once you are wrong, you must admit defeat and let the situation drop; if not Winnie will become impatient and temper will show it's head and at that point you should start running. The woman for the most part is very calm and gentle, but like the sea she can also be cruel and wild child. Her sense of adventure is broad, making her appear brave if not foolish to how often she leaps without thinking first.

Once she reaches ground floor from her foolish leap, her energy levels could be seen as wounded tightly. Chopping up meats, vegetables, and grounding spices keeps her busy, while her mouth is usually running a mile a minute at that telling stories, making friends or enemies. When she is forced to stay still, you can still see her fingers tracing along her clothing or her knee bouncing.

INNOCENT ✖ CURSED ✖ IMPASSIONED

Occupation

Cook.

Which ship are you on?

The Mermaid's Fortune.

Living Immediate Family Members:

Possibly her father: Leon Argall.

Dead Immediate Family Members:

Her mother: Victoria Argall.

Current and Past Lover(s):

Too many to name, remember, and none that lasted more than a night.

History:

Winifred at a very young age tugged at the corner of her mother's apron. The large, strong woman stared out of the kitchen window with a blank and empty stare. "Momma, when is Papa coming home?" There was no reply. There never would be. It had been an entire year since Winifred's father had gone to sea. Rumor had it that he made some true riches in the new booming market and left his family behind, off to find something better- if you could call it that. Some claimed he had just died a watery death, like most men did during these times. It wouldn't be the first time news traveled back to Glasston of another soul taken.

A few years before that the Argall family was happy and complete. Mr. Argall would go on his boat trips, come home after many of months with money, treasures, and exciting stories. Little Winnie would crawl into her father's strong arms, her large grey eyes looking at him in complete awe as he showcased his life before her. He was her hero, and she was his princess.

Years and years passed and Winifred got older, the stories still remained in the whispered slurs. "Did you hear her father left the two women alone to fend for themselves? I heard he has a wife and child in every city from here past Eastholt" These stories brought only anger to Winifred. She had a feeling her father was alive, and nothing would stop her from proving it. Often being spotted with and around the boys, she spent a lot of time learning to swim, sail, fish, and fight. Though her mother didn't say so directly, Winnie could feel in her mother's icy stares that she didn't want her only daughter, her only family member left to even think about stepping foot near the water ever again. But time after time and day after day, Winnie swam, sailed, fished, and fought. The woman, to try to balance out these habits taught her how to cook, and very well at that.

It wasn't a huge surprise when Mrs. Argall passed away a few years later. She was tired, her heart was broken, her will to live was gone. Winifred took it upon herself to make a living, taking up odd jobs like tarot card reading, cooking, barkeeping etc here and there to support herself and make her mother rest in her grave easily. Things were not easy in town, her father's name often coming out to bite her. That was until she was given the chance to be a member upon an outgoing ship.

Visiting the cemetery one last time before her departure Winifred begged for forgiveness, "I know you never spoke to me much after my father's disappearance. But, I think I know what you wanted to say after all those years.. I love you too, I promise you I will be safe." and with that, she took to sea and hasn't looked back since.

Winifred has been on two ships prior to the joining of Adrielle's crew for three years now.

FORTUNE TELLER ✖ MINOR PRECOGNITION ✖ BELLIGERENT LOON

Physical Strengths:

- Quick reflexes.
- Strong swimmer.
- Prone to extreme heats.

Physical Weaknesses:

- Petite, and not intimidating.
- Missing her right eye.
- Not very stealthy.

Magical Ability:

First and foremost although Winnie would debate her magical skill is that of charming everyone she comes in contact with; it is false. She does however possess the ability for minor precognition, told by the tarot cards she received as a gift from her father as a child. The cards aren't always right, but they are always played.

Ossvien

WINIFRED ✖ TWENTY FIVE ✖ FEMALE ✖ HUMAN

Height:

Five foot three.

Weight:

One hundred and twenty pounds.

Hair Color:

Dark brown.

Eye Color:

Grey.

Skin Tone:

Sun kissed peach

Brief Clothes Description:

Fifty shades of brown, black, and a splash of red. Winifred is not a picky dresser, she likes to dres for occasion; and since her occasion is usually that of being at sea- she dresses appropriately. Loose fitting cottons, and appropriate corset to bind her waist as women were often taught. The young girl is a sucker for adornments, and will often be seen wearing necklaces, bracelets, rings, headbands and the like. She hasn't worn a dress since she was a little girl, but wouldn't mind slipping into one, if the tides allowed such an event.

RAMBUNCTIOUS ✖ BOSSY ✖ STUBBORN ✖ LOYAL

Likes:

- Creating meals that is both hearty and cheap.
- Small and usually worthless keepsakes.
- The ideas of the unknown.

Dislikes:

- When people ask about her eye.
- Being taken for not as worthy as a man.
- Not having her way when she wants something.

Fears:

- Not escaping her father's curse on their name.
- Spending her life never finding a true home.
- Poison.

Sexuality:

Anywho who will keep her warm through the night.

Personality:

Winifred Argall is extremely extroverted, she is not afraid to speak her mind to anyone about anything, especially if she feels that something is wrong with a situation. She does not take shit from anyone, and is ready to fight both physically and verbally if she needs to. However, she is usually getting along with everyone she intertwines with- a friend and lover. She is kind, and forgiving to an extent, though often can appear selfish because of her stubborn nature to be correct all the time. She is very linear with her craft, things like food is something you can not argue with her about because even if you are right, you are wrong.

Once you are wrong, you must admit defeat and let the situation drop; if not Winnie will become impatient and temper will show it's head and at that point you should start running. The woman for the most part is very calm and gentle, but like the sea she can also be cruel and wild child. Her sense of adventure is broad, making her appear brave if not foolish to how often she leaps without thinking first.

Once she reaches ground floor from her foolish leap, her energy levels could be seen as wounded tightly. Chopping up meats, vegetables, and grounding spices keeps her busy, while her mouth is usually running a mile a minute at that telling stories, making friends or enemies. When she is forced to stay still, you can still see her fingers tracing along her clothing or her knee bouncing.

INNOCENT ✖ CURSED ✖ IMPASSIONED

Occupation

Cook.

Which ship are you on?

The Mermaid's Fortune.

Living Immediate Family Members:

Possibly her father: Leon Argall.

Dead Immediate Family Members:

Her mother: Victoria Argall.

Current and Past Lover(s):

Too many to name, remember, and none that lasted more than a night.

History:

Winifred at a very young age tugged at the corner of her mother's apron. The large, strong woman stared out of the kitchen window with a blank and empty stare. "Momma, when is Papa coming home?" There was no reply. There never would be. It had been an entire year since Winifred's father had gone to sea. Rumor had it that he made some true riches in the new booming market and left his family behind, off to find something better- if you could call it that. Some claimed he had just died a watery death, like most men did during these times. It wouldn't be the first time news traveled back to Glasston of another soul taken.

A few years before that the Argall family was happy and complete. Mr. Argall would go on his boat trips, come home after many of months with money, treasures, and exciting stories. Little Winnie would crawl into her father's strong arms, her large grey eyes looking at him in complete awe as he showcased his life before her. He was her hero, and she was his princess.

Years and years passed and Winifred got older, the stories still remained in the whispered slurs. "Did you hear her father left the two women alone to fend for themselves? I heard he has a wife and child in every city from here past Eastholt" These stories brought only anger to Winifred. She had a feeling her father was alive, and nothing would stop her from proving it. Often being spotted with and around the boys, she spent a lot of time learning to swim, sail, fish, and fight. Though her mother didn't say so directly, Winnie could feel in her mother's icy stares that she didn't want her only daughter, her only family member left to even think about stepping foot near the water ever again. But time after time and day after day, Winnie swam, sailed, fished, and fought. The woman, to try to balance out these habits taught her how to cook, and very well at that.

It wasn't a huge surprise when Mrs. Argall passed away a few years later. She was tired, her heart was broken, her will to live was gone. Winifred took it upon herself to make a living, taking up odd jobs like tarot card reading, cooking, barkeeping etc here and there to support herself and make her mother rest in her grave easily. Things were not easy in town, her father's name often coming out to bite her. That was until she was given the chance to be a member upon an outgoing ship.

Visiting the cemetery one last time before her departure Winifred begged for forgiveness, "I know you never spoke to me much after my father's disappearance. But, I think I know what you wanted to say after all those years.. I love you too, I promise you I will be safe." and with that, she took to sea and hasn't looked back since.

Winifred has been on two ships prior to the joining of Adrielle's crew for three years now.

FORTUNE TELLER ✖ MINOR PRECOGNITION ✖ BELLIGERENT LOON

Physical Strengths:

- Quick reflexes.
- Strong swimmer.
- Prone to extreme heats.

Physical Weaknesses:

- Petite, and not intimidating.
- Missing her right eye.
- Not very stealthy.

Magical Ability:

First and foremost although Winnie would debate her magical skill is that of charming everyone she comes in contact with; it is false. She does however possess the ability for minor precognition, told by the tarot cards she received as a gift from her father as a child. The cards aren't always right, but they are always played.

Cᴀᴘᴛᴀɪɴ & Cʀᴇᴡ

WINIFRED ✖ TWENTY FIVE ✖ FEMALE ✖ HUMAN

Height:

Five foot three.

Weight:

One hundred and twenty pounds.

Hair Color:

Dark brown.

Eye Color:

Grey.

Skin Tone:

Sun kissed peach

Brief Clothes Description:

Fifty shades of brown, black, and a splash of red. Winifred is not a picky dresser, she likes to dres for occasion; and since her occasion is usually that of being at sea- she dresses appropriately. Loose fitting cottons, and appropriate corset to bind her waist as women were often taught. The young girl is a sucker for adornments, and will often be seen wearing necklaces, bracelets, rings, headbands and the like. She hasn't worn a dress since she was a little girl, but wouldn't mind slipping into one, if the tides allowed such an event.

RAMBUNCTIOUS ✖ BOSSY ✖ STUBBORN ✖ LOYAL

Likes:

- Creating meals that is both hearty and cheap.
- Small and usually worthless keepsakes.
- The ideas of the unknown.

Dislikes:

- When people ask about her eye.
- Being taken for not as worthy as a man.
- Not having her way when she wants something.

Fears:

- Not escaping her father's curse on their name.
- Spending her life never finding a true home.
- Poison.

Sexuality:

Anywho who will keep her warm through the night.

Personality:

Winifred Argall is extremely extroverted, she is not afraid to speak her mind to anyone about anything, especially if she feels that something is wrong with a situation. She does not take shit from anyone, and is ready to fight both physically and verbally if she needs to. However, she is usually getting along with everyone she intertwines with- a friend and lover. She is kind, and forgiving to an extent, though often can appear selfish because of her stubborn nature to be correct all the time. She is very linear with her craft, things like food is something you can not argue with her about because even if you are right, you are wrong.

Once you are wrong, you must admit defeat and let the situation drop; if not Winnie will become impatient and temper will show it's head and at that point you should start running. The woman for the most part is very calm and gentle, but like the sea she can also be cruel and wild child. Her sense of adventure is broad, making her appear brave if not foolish to how often she leaps without thinking first.

Once she reaches ground floor from her foolish leap, her energy levels could be seen as wounded tightly. Chopping up meats, vegetables, and grounding spices keeps her busy, while her mouth is usually running a mile a minute at that telling stories, making friends or enemies. When she is forced to stay still, you can still see her fingers tracing along her clothing or her knee bouncing.

INNOCENT ✖ CURSED ✖ IMPASSIONED

Occupation

Cook.

Which ship are you on?

The Mermaid's Fortune.

Living Immediate Family Members:

Possibly her father: Leon Argall.

Dead Immediate Family Members:

Her mother: Victoria Argall.

Current and Past Lover(s):

Too many to name, remember, and none that lasted more than a night.

History:

Winifred at a very young age tugged at the corner of her mother's apron. The large, strong woman stared out of the kitchen window with a blank and empty stare. "Momma, when is Papa coming home?" There was no reply. There never would be. It had been an entire year since Winifred's father had gone to sea. Rumor had it that he made some true riches in the new booming market and left his family behind, off to find something better- if you could call it that. Some claimed he had just died a watery death, like most men did during these times. It wouldn't be the first time news traveled back to Glasston of another soul taken.

A few years before that the Argall family was happy and complete. Mr. Argall would go on his boat trips, come home after many of months with money, treasures, and exciting stories. Little Winnie would crawl into her father's strong arms, her large grey eyes looking at him in complete awe as he showcased his life before her. He was her hero, and she was his princess.

Years and years passed and Winifred got older, the stories still remained in the whispered slurs. "Did you hear her father left the two women alone to fend for themselves? I heard he has a wife and child in every city from here past Eastholt" These stories brought only anger to Winifred. She had a feeling her father was alive, and nothing would stop her from proving it. Often being spotted with and around the boys, she spent a lot of time learning to swim, sail, fish, and fight. Though her mother didn't say so directly, Winnie could feel in her mother's icy stares that she didn't want her only daughter, her only family member left to even think about stepping foot near the water ever again. But time after time and day after day, Winnie swam, sailed, fished, and fought. The woman, to try to balance out these habits taught her how to cook, and very well at that.

It wasn't a huge surprise when Mrs. Argall passed away a few years later. She was tired, her heart was broken, her will to live was gone. Winifred took it upon herself to make a living, taking up odd jobs like tarot card reading, cooking, barkeeping etc here and there to support herself and make her mother rest in her grave easily. Things were not easy in town, her father's name often coming out to bite her. That was until she was given the chance to be a member upon an outgoing ship.

Visiting the cemetery one last time before her departure Winifred begged for forgiveness, "I know you never spoke to me much after my father's disappearance. But, I think I know what you wanted to say after all those years.. I love you too, I promise you I will be safe." and with that, she took to sea and hasn't looked back since.

Winifred has been on two ships prior to the joining of Adrielle's crew for three years now.

FORTUNE TELLER ✖ MINOR PRECOGNITION ✖ BELLIGERENT LOON

Physical Strengths:

- Quick reflexes.
- Strong swimmer.
- Prone to extreme heats.

Physical Weaknesses:

- Petite, and not intimidating.
- Missing her right eye.
- Not very stealthy.

Magical Ability:

First and foremost although Winnie would debate her magical skill is that of charming everyone she comes in contact with; it is false. She does however possess the ability for minor precognition, told by the tarot cards she received as a gift from her father as a child. The cards aren't always right, but they are always played.