May 6, 2022 3:14:48 GMT
Post by Wanda Havelock on May 6, 2022 3:14:48 GMT
Wanda D. Havelock
No Title (yet)
FEMALE
SIXTEEN
HETEROSEXUAL
THE FLOATING VILLAGE
HUMAN
LAWFUL NEUTRAL
Appearance
Wanda stands at a moderate height of 5’5” with a lean build from days of swimming. Her hair's a shell pink and her eye's a light blue.
Wearing the black coat and hat of her father in pride, Wanda's decked out in full pirate garb, cross bone insignia and all. Underneath her oversized coat, she wears a pink blouse and miniskirt, complete with a spyglass and a wooden imitation Cutlass for a little flair.
Wearing the black coat and hat of her father in pride, Wanda's decked out in full pirate garb, cross bone insignia and all. Underneath her oversized coat, she wears a pink blouse and miniskirt, complete with a spyglass and a wooden imitation Cutlass for a little flair.
Personality
The result of living in a village smack dab on the ocean’s end, Wanda’s personality is tempered. Even under pressure, she isn’t easily provoked- yet not one to run from a fun challenge either.
But don’t let her humble beginnings fool you, Wanda’s not some guileless islander. As expected from a self-proclaimed Privateer, she’s as quick-witted in tongue as she is on her feet. Overall, island life merely made her a wee bit modest.
On the high seas, however, she becomes a different person. With a sailor mouth that would make Blackbeard blush, Wanda grows more bold, more daring, so much so that she loses sight of the bigger picture. But, her rather mild upbringing always reels it back.
Despite her aspirations to assemble her own crew, Wanda also has great respect for independent people. Those who speak their mind and clash with even the most prestigious thinkers. Those who, even while lone, brave the mightiest tempest, not just for a goal, but because it’s there.
To her, it’s a heady sense of freedom that both privateer and pirate alike can find solace in.
…Or at least, that’s what she likes to think. Having a bit of an age insecurity, Wanda often plays up her aloofness to better fit the persona of a hardtack eating hard-ass. More often than not, this just betrays her inexperience.
But don’t let her humble beginnings fool you, Wanda’s not some guileless islander. As expected from a self-proclaimed Privateer, she’s as quick-witted in tongue as she is on her feet. Overall, island life merely made her a wee bit modest.
On the high seas, however, she becomes a different person. With a sailor mouth that would make Blackbeard blush, Wanda grows more bold, more daring, so much so that she loses sight of the bigger picture. But, her rather mild upbringing always reels it back.
Despite her aspirations to assemble her own crew, Wanda also has great respect for independent people. Those who speak their mind and clash with even the most prestigious thinkers. Those who, even while lone, brave the mightiest tempest, not just for a goal, but because it’s there.
To her, it’s a heady sense of freedom that both privateer and pirate alike can find solace in.
…Or at least, that’s what she likes to think. Having a bit of an age insecurity, Wanda often plays up her aloofness to better fit the persona of a hardtack eating hard-ass. More often than not, this just betrays her inexperience.
Background
By the modern age, the days of pirates had sunk into the trench of obscurity, the job of Privateers dragged with it. Being of the latter, Wanda’s folks settled onto The Floating Village, relaxing into a calm retirement of shipbuilding. Their exploits hadn’t been forgotten, however. Tales of exploration lived on in their daughter’s dreams, forming her into a brave, if not “eccentric” young girl.
No, the time of pirates was far from a memory. The seas had begun to stir during the Havelock’s complacency, with dormant pirate gangs rising from the murky depths to stake a claim on the riches of the new age. The first mark on their crusade of piracy; The Floating Village itself.
Some pirates also came following the murmurs of the Havelock’s adventures and their current residence in the village. Now, whether to prove their worth or to settle a personal score, the Havelock’s found themselves as targets in paradise. Outside of impassioned bedtime stories, Wanda would grow to see her parents become hushed figures, forsaking their “grand legacy” for her safety.
Soon enough, however, Wanda’s parents realized they couldn’t keep her cooped up in their bijou town. Despite being born amongst them, she was a pariah to the people of the village, more acquainted with the cards in her deck than her own peers. The ferocity in her eye’s was a quality of her Havelock blood, one her parents had long lost. Wanda knew it, and her folks knew it too.
Overtime, they developed an understanding of it without having said a word to each other about the fact, a silent bond only a child and their parents could share.
Another day, yet another challenge from a lowly pirate seeking to show their merit by besting a Havelock. However, this time, instead of being met with feigned ignorance, the pirate got their wish.
Only, it was Wanda who had stepped up to the plate. She'd duel on one condition; it had to be in the port square, where they'd be the center of attention.
She was tired of hiding, as if ashamed of her own heritage. It was time to prove to her folks that they didn't have anything to fear anymore, and prove herself she did. Like frenzied sharks catching the scent of fresh blood, Wanda’s deck made quick work of the unsuspecting Pirate.
Promptly after this duel, Wanda perched herself upon the nearest crate, puffed out her chest, and bellowed out the Havelock creed. That being that she was a proud Havelock, patroller of the seven seas, and the scourge of pirates wherever they may be!
The secondhand embarrassment Wanda's parents felt from seeing the whole ordeal was quickly replaced with the familiar feeling of pride. After getting her out of the sight of the now sufficiently confused port square, they knew what to do. What Wanda received that day was clothes passed on from a generation long gone, and a sorrowful, yet approving look from her parents, a renewed gleam in their eyes.
And with that, the Havelock’s proudly announced the reopening of their privateering business, with Wanda now at the helm.
When approached by the floating villages official to become her first employers as a legitimate privateer, Wanda passed them up. She had made it a rule to herself to only scourge other pirates and would rather avoid becoming the floating village’s attack dog, thank you very much.
Unsurprisingly, she’s often found herself often at odds with the floating village since. Despite her exclusive plundering of other pirates, they now viewed her just the same as those pirates. It wasn’t exactly how Wanda had hoped her grand re-opening of the Havelock privateer business would go, but hey, beggars can’t be choosers.
No, the time of pirates was far from a memory. The seas had begun to stir during the Havelock’s complacency, with dormant pirate gangs rising from the murky depths to stake a claim on the riches of the new age. The first mark on their crusade of piracy; The Floating Village itself.
Some pirates also came following the murmurs of the Havelock’s adventures and their current residence in the village. Now, whether to prove their worth or to settle a personal score, the Havelock’s found themselves as targets in paradise. Outside of impassioned bedtime stories, Wanda would grow to see her parents become hushed figures, forsaking their “grand legacy” for her safety.
Soon enough, however, Wanda’s parents realized they couldn’t keep her cooped up in their bijou town. Despite being born amongst them, she was a pariah to the people of the village, more acquainted with the cards in her deck than her own peers. The ferocity in her eye’s was a quality of her Havelock blood, one her parents had long lost. Wanda knew it, and her folks knew it too.
Overtime, they developed an understanding of it without having said a word to each other about the fact, a silent bond only a child and their parents could share.
…
Another day, yet another challenge from a lowly pirate seeking to show their merit by besting a Havelock. However, this time, instead of being met with feigned ignorance, the pirate got their wish.
Only, it was Wanda who had stepped up to the plate. She'd duel on one condition; it had to be in the port square, where they'd be the center of attention.
She was tired of hiding, as if ashamed of her own heritage. It was time to prove to her folks that they didn't have anything to fear anymore, and prove herself she did. Like frenzied sharks catching the scent of fresh blood, Wanda’s deck made quick work of the unsuspecting Pirate.
Promptly after this duel, Wanda perched herself upon the nearest crate, puffed out her chest, and bellowed out the Havelock creed. That being that she was a proud Havelock, patroller of the seven seas, and the scourge of pirates wherever they may be!
The secondhand embarrassment Wanda's parents felt from seeing the whole ordeal was quickly replaced with the familiar feeling of pride. After getting her out of the sight of the now sufficiently confused port square, they knew what to do. What Wanda received that day was clothes passed on from a generation long gone, and a sorrowful, yet approving look from her parents, a renewed gleam in their eyes.
And with that, the Havelock’s proudly announced the reopening of their privateering business, with Wanda now at the helm.
When approached by the floating villages official to become her first employers as a legitimate privateer, Wanda passed them up. She had made it a rule to herself to only scourge other pirates and would rather avoid becoming the floating village’s attack dog, thank you very much.
Unsurprisingly, she’s often found herself often at odds with the floating village since. Despite her exclusive plundering of other pirates, they now viewed her just the same as those pirates. It wasn’t exactly how Wanda had hoped her grand re-opening of the Havelock privateer business would go, but hey, beggars can’t be choosers.
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