The Crimson Hook (cheesy name ik)Name: Unknown, but labeled as "The Crimson Hook" for convenience.
Pronouns: He/She (preferably "he/him" but it gets tiring to explain it)
Personality: A '"woman"' of few words, silent animosity, and one you would NOT want to make an enemy out of. (Basically, introvert with a zero-fucks attitude that can bury you 6 feet under)
Story: As a child, he was raised from nothing. Born from nothing. And, that nothing piled into more nothing, ages wasted, years in silence and pain. No mother to hold onto, no father to hide behind. It hurt so much, he thought, to be weak. To be alone. To be left to die.
And so, he didn't want to be weak anymore. He left that stupid town, and sailed to sea. He knew none of them would miss that "orphan girl". Not enough to stop him, to give him a home, to give him a value. Make him worth something.
Screw them all, he thought, I'll GIVE myself value.
And thus, he went. Far, far away, with a boat that can barely withstand his weight. He learned so much, in a vast and cruel world such as this. He became strong. He learned that it wasn't so scary to kill, steal, burn and destroy. It wasn't, because look at all the gold! The value! His value.
Why must he speak? His crew know nothing; no need. Let those fools sail with him, follow him, to their deaths, eventually.
He needs a bigger storage. The gold is increasing.
And, he cannot afford to waste all that value, can he?May 5, 2023
Pronouns: He/She (preferably "he/him" but it gets tiring to explain it)
Personality: A '"woman"' of few words, silent animosity, and one you would NOT want to make an enemy out of. (Basically, introvert with a zero-fucks attitude that can bury you 6 feet under)
Story: As a child, he was raised from nothing. Born from nothing. And, that nothing piled into more nothing, ages wasted, years in silence and pain. No mother to hold onto, no father to hide behind. It hurt so much, he thought, to be weak. To be alone. To be left to die.
And so, he didn't want to be weak anymore. He left that stupid town, and sailed to sea. He knew none of them would miss that "orphan girl". Not enough to stop him, to give him a home, to give him a value. Make him worth something.
Screw them all, he thought, I'll GIVE myself value.
And thus, he went. Far, far away, with a boat that can barely withstand his weight. He learned so much, in a vast and cruel world such as this. He became strong. He learned that it wasn't so scary to kill, steal, burn and destroy. It wasn't, because look at all the gold! The value! His value.
Why must he speak? His crew know nothing; no need. Let those fools sail with him, follow him, to their deaths, eventually.
He needs a bigger storage. The gold is increasing.
And, he cannot afford to waste all that value, can he?May 5, 2023
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I could've written more, but I didn't want to overdo it. Besides, the main appeal in his charecter is the 
mystery around it.
mystery around it.•
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