Lysander
maireep
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- 5 years, 5 months ago
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- http://majorest @ DeviantArt
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Sarcastic • Truehearted • Reserved
Lysander knows two things and two things only; guns and the sea. A sturdy pair of sealegs, a steel liver, and windswept hair; he's the perfect pirate. Loyal to his ship beyond all else, and even more steadfast in his beliefs. The sea is alive, and he knows it. The sea's waters are too treacherous for the faint of heart, and he's long learned to avoid the temptation that so easily ensnares naive sailors to the depths. Instead he respects what vast wealth and knowledge the sea offers him - and in kind, never asks more of Her.
Until now, until a runaway prince and a tiny shrimp of a colt stow away on the ship he's called home for so long, shakes the very core of his perfect facade of piracy. Like his crewmates, he would do anything to keep them safe. Even foresake his beloved solitude and sanctity to fight against an enemy he never thought he'd need to face: a bloody King.
Despite outward appearances, and his love of solitude, Lysander is soft beyond his hardened heart. A lover of music from his dear mother; he has a gentle and deep voice that might have been of world renowned if he had been born far more fortunate. Now, beyond the polishing of his guns, one of his favorite past times is singing shanties to the moon.
"I'll swim and sail savage seas, with ne'er fear of drowning / and gladly ride the waves of life..."
Likes
- his crewmates
- his guns
- card games
- singing
Dislikes
- clinginess
- ignorance
- ruling class
- the navy
Early Life
His mama taught him not to steal, never to lie, and never fall in with pirates. Lys did exactly all of that.
At a tender age, he lost a mother - and never had a father to begin with. Money was scarce, and food was scarcer. Making ends meet meant stealing, and living on the densely polluted streets of lower Zapura, he learned to lie. His mother was ever the artisan, a companion to royals and nobility before their use of her left her just a shell of the vibrant woman he knew. He could hardly bare watching the Naval officers make fun of what she did to provide them with a roof, despite how they used her regardless. And for that, he turned to piracy.
Ebbing On...
It was then that his gun manipulation magicks began to form. He first joined the crew of Ol' Petey on the Black Verenity, who taught him to weld the metallic spark within. A former gunsmith, Captain Petey helped Lys learn the ins and outs of firearms - from the most rudimentary of rifles to shining brass and gold pistols taken from Royals of bygone eras. He was a young colt possessed, flourishing into a stallion of gunpowder and bullets. When Petey died, he bounced to being the Master Gunner of the Jackfish, whose crew was as dumb as rocks. On shore one faithful clear night, Lysander was intent to drink himself silly before being approached by a shadowed sailor in a peaky bar that smelled of mysteries beyond.
Currents
Captain Jarik was near legendary, and the crew of the Permanence reflected it. A cultivated gang of criminals with shining legends under their swashbuckles. He was far younger than most of the crew when he became Master Gunner, and the introduction was rough. He spent many night with bruised knees and blackened eyes just proving his worth. But he earned it, tooth and nail. And as Master Gunner of the Permanence, the bounties were unbelievable. Mountains of gold and silks, powdered harlets and echoing songs would bounce off the rafters in every bar of every port regaling a cheering crowd of the crew of the Permanence and their adventures. He drank as much ale was alotted, and hummed to the tunes under his breath, but beyond that he did not partake. Not as his crew did. Instead he felt the roar of the sea at night, the splash of salt in his face, and the moon kissing the waves as his reward. Nothing else mattered beyond the calm he had somehow managed to wrangle from life's deathgrip.
Until one day, a runaway Royal chose the Permanence in the heat of battle and everything changed.
Darien
[ Navigator ] The runaway Prince in question; Darien as a new addition to the Permanence rocked Lys to his core. Faced with a royal that embodied, he believed at the time, everything he despised - but so desperately needed their help and sanctuary, Lysander didn't know what to think. And he was more baffled when Captain Jarik, a man of myth himself, accepted Darien. Now, Lysander considers Darien part of the crew. And potentially more.
Percy
[ Darien's son ] Perseus was born on turbulent seas. Everyone on ship thought it to be an omen. As if the first cry from the little one's lips would bring the King of bloody shores upon them like a beacon. Nevertheless, they accepted the young one readily. Darien had proven part of the crew beyond the shadow of the moon itself, and Lysander was prepared to, in the first least, help the little one from getting into too much trouble. He was not prepared to love the tyke as if he was near his own.
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