{caroline}

"Hypothetically, what would one do if one found themselves...a bit stabbed-No! I have not been stabbed...but if I was, how would I dress that wound?"


~General Information~

~full name~
Caroline Pearl Denton

~pronunciation~
KAIR-o-line purl DEN-ten

~name meaning~
Caroline: Song of happiness
Pearl: Precious
Denton: The Settlement in the Valley

~age~
Real-24
Appearance-22

~gender~
Biological- female
Identity- female

~sexual orientation~
Bisexual

~nationality~
English and French

~birthday~
January 10th


~"Yes, yes, stop the blabbering. It's annoying." ~


~Appearance~

~height~
5'0

~weight~
140 Ibs

~body build~
Athletic

~eye color~
Green

~hair color and style~
Long, brown waves that she keeps down most times

~scars and/or birthmarks~
Many all over the place, all over her hands and arms. An unnerving amount of small, deep scars on her thighs, back, and stomach. One stab wound on her stomach as well. Small birthmark at the base of her neck.

~tattoos~
Two swallows on her left shoulder


~ "A ship isn't just a floating chunk of wood, it's the people. The crew is what makes a ship a ship." ~


~Habits~

~hobbies~
Collects weapons

~mannerisms~
Taps fingers, rolls eyes, bounces leg, constant need to be moving

~alcohol~
Borderline alcoholic

~tendency to~
To call people out when they're doing something annoying, do things only when necessary, act child-like

~ "Betrayal is a hard thing to handle and a dangerous thing to play with." ~

~Skills and Combat~

~skills out of 10~
Combat- 8/10
Hand to hand- 9/10
Survival- 6/10
Hunting- 6/10
Gathering- 5/10
Cooking- 3/10
Gardening- 2/10
Craftsmanship- 3/10
Charisma- 7/10
Negotiation- 8/10
Strategizing- 9/10
Strength- 7/10
Speed- 6/10
Agility- 9/10
Intelligence- 8/10
Wisdom- 8/10
Swordsmanship- 9/10
Marksmanship- 5/10

~weapons~
Swords: A sword she had made to resemble her father's, similar to a Viking's age sword
Other weapons- She also has an array of pistols that she takes from here and there, as well as daggers that she commonly hides in her boots


~ "They mistook me for the Goddess of reproduction. So, naturally, they tried to marry me to the largest man in the village so I could repopulate with him. So, long story short, I am God-like."~


~Relationships~

~father~
Name: Henry Denton
Status: Deceased
Other: She was very close with her father up until his death. He raised her by himself and she spent her early years with him.

~mother~
Name: Evelyn Denton
Status: Deceased
Other: Died during Caroline's birth, she's heard stories of her mother but otherwise didn't know her. Depending on how much she's had to drink, she tends to blame herself for her death.

~siblings~
Name: Logan Denton
Status: Alive
Other: She doesn't speak with Logan too often, though they did leave everything on good terms. She visits every now and then but prefers to keep her distance.

~friends~
Christopher Garcia, Johnathan Powell, Carlos Rodriguez, many other of varying levels of friendship

~status~
Single

~sexual activity~
Varies. Has been known to use such activity to achieve her ends. Prefers to keep to herself on the topic.

~ "Please bring your dumb questions somewhere else. I'd like to drink in peace." ~

~Background~

Her background is...interesting. A woman from this time period should think fairly lowly of herself, know her place and not question it sort of thing. But Caroline did know her place; it was as Captain of The Last Tide. She owes her high self-confidence to her father, the man that called her princess and treated her like one throughout her entire childhood.

Her childhood was nice. It was onboard The Last Tide and it was a joyful one. She didn't have a mother, she had passed away while giving birth to her. She did as she pleased and yet was taught all the basic lessons to life, as well as how to handle herself in combat. Her father wanted her to be able to captain the ship one day, as she should.

Her brother left when he was 18 and she was 11. He didn't want to be a pirate and her father didn't want to convince him to be one. He left and went to go become a doctor. She didn't even need him anyway; if he wanted to be a doctor and abandon them, then good riddance.

When she was 17 was when it all went wrong. Her father under estimated a brig and they were far outnumbered. Some crew members managed to get away but not all were as lucky. Her father was murdered, the first mate in front of her own eyes. Since she was a woman and only a child, they gave her the common decency to wait until they docked to hang her.

The previously mentioned crew members that did escape freed her. They stole back their ship and left. From that day on she remained captain of The Last Tide.

She was young. She made mistakes. She was mourning her father's death and doubting whether or not she'd be able to fill his shoes on her own. He was charming, almost as experienced as she was, and he was older and manipulative. She found someone that she thought she had loved, and lightened the load of responsibility on her shoulders.

Warren, said lover, was very kind in the beginning, probably for about six months. He tried to make her feel bad for millions of things and most of the time she actually did. He got angry with her all the time and always convinced her she had done something wrong. She didn't stand for him hitting her. He did a few times and she'd hit him back just as hard. He screamed and she screamed back. Caroline Denton could be a force to be reckoned with when she was mad.

She often got roped into things she didn't exactly care for, for his sake. He liked it when she wore earrings, and so she did. He liked it when she wore blue and so she bought a few more shirts in the color. He liked cutting her stomach when they were intimate and she...and she f***ing let him. She hated it. She hated everything about it. It wasn't the worst pain in the world, she had dealt with worse. Besides, he liked it and she tried to please him when it wasn't something that crossed the line for her. Apparently, the line wasn't there.

It wasn't unusual for them to fight. In fact, the longer they were together, the more unusual it was that they weren't fighting. She would have imagined that he would have tried to kill her on accident in a fit of rage, if he ever did, not a premeditated attack.

It was the middle of the night; she hadn't realized that he had gotten out of bed. She woke up when she heard him come back into the room but she hadn't really thought anything of it. The next thing she knew she felt pain flare through her entire side and she just...acted.

Her father always told her to keep all her weapons beside her bed, just in case. She jerked awake, naturally she reached for her sword and swiped into the dark room. The pain surged through her body as soon as she sat up, and the fact she had been stabbed only really occurred to her once she saw Warren standing there. She wasn't sure why she was so shocked that he was the one she cut across the chest and heard hiss in pain, but she was. She stood and fell to the ground as soon as she did. She asked why, and he was startling quick to spit an answer at her: her ship. Her reputation. He thought he'd be fine being the captain alongside her, which is why he sought her out in the first place, but he wanted it all.

She tried to stand and she fell again, and upon seeing this, she saw him try to bend down and take her sword. She dropped the weapon and traded it for the pistol beside the bed while he went for it. He didn't like having his hand shot, if his yelling had been any indication. She couldn't bill him then, despite wishing everyday afterwards that she had. She told him to get off her ship and he did. He ran from her room shortly after her men came to see what the gunshot was for.

She passed out shortly after this, but apparently she was quickly brought to her ship doctor and some men went searching for him. All searches came up empty, even when they hired others to help, and even months and years later.

No one speaks of that day. No one. The ship doctor tries occasionally and she ignores him for the following days. If she had been a force to be reckoned with then, she was doubly so now. She takes jobs all across the sea and everywhere she goes, she looks for him. She hardly sleeps at night, and when she does, she sees him. She refused to believe she was scared of him, but she wakes up to find tears in her eyes. She used to be friendly, outgoing even, but she barely finds herself capable of trusting her own crew at times. All she hopes to find in the world is gold and his blood on her hands.