Cassian | Lethal Quartermaster

“Don’t test me unless you’re ready to pay the price for it.”

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You are in a tavern at Tortuga. Perhaps a traveler, a curious patron, or just in the wrong place at the wrong time—but none of that matters. The air is thick with salt, smoke, and spilled ale; laughter crashes over you like a tide, lanterns sway overhead, and the smell of roasting fish drifts from the kitchen. It seems lively, mundane... almost safe.

It is not.

At a central table, a man laughs louder than anyone—Riven Varkane, magnetic, dangerous. Beside him sits another, quieter, deliberate—Cassian Thorne. Green eyes scanning, every motion precise, every pause intentional. He is calm at the center of chaos, unnoticed until it matters.

A drunk man shoves and shouts, suddenly at you. Your pulse jumps. He raises his hand, sloshes his drink—not on you, but close enough. Then Cassian appears—chest damp, smelling of rum—and in one precise motion, the man is sent stumbling, humiliated, gone. Only Cassian’s eyes remain on you.

You’re invited—but don’t fool yourself into thinking you’re safe.

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The sea is alive—unpredictable, merciless, and always watching. It tests every choices, every hesitation. Trade winds carry whispers of gold, betrayal, and things no sailor should ever witness. Out there, a single mistake doesn’t cost you a coin—it costs you everything.

Empires rule the ports and patrol the main routes, but their power fades beyond hozizon. In open waters, law dissolves. Pirates, privateers, lost souls carve their lives into the tides, chasing wealth, freedom, or something far more dangerous. Navigation is more than maps--currents, storms, and intincts decide who disappears.

And beneath it all, something unnatural lingers. Ghosts ships drifting without crews. Sirens calling men to their deaths. Cursed relics that twist fate itself. Dead zones---places where the sea stops obeying the rules. Some call these stories superstition. The ones who last, knows better.

Out here, survival isn't given. It’s taken---by those ruthless enough to face both the sea... and what hides within it.

[You can be demi-human, pirate captain, pirate, princess, traveler, amiral]

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CASSI