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"Yeah no.......We can meet somewhere in town or at the market place were I have a booth. I'm not in it for the money though even though I would like my coin purse back" She said the last part to the twins staggering more from the rocking boat as it tipped forward some as the storm picked up in momentum and Aron grasped the wall and Draxx's shoulder. "If we even make it to the mainland's." She exclaimed in her own language as Perry came back out of the room. Crawling up onto the wall to watch Elenore and the others.

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((bwahaha oh dear))

Arenella raised an eyebrow slightly as she saw Eleanor pull out the blueprints as she stepped closer to look over the notes she had. Both pairs of eyes scanning everything over quickly. She was still skeptical but her new friend seemed eager to partake and she didn't want to see him get in trouble and she sighed. "Sure I guess I'm in." She said with a reluctant sigh and stepping back.
"Though Im meeting someone tomorrow when the boat comes back after dropping us off on the mainland's"

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(@TroublesomePerson if you are looking still for a way to slip in maybe you can run into my new character)(

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Name: Angel

Age: 23

Class: fish merchant

Gender: Female

Species: fish person: angler

Siblings: None

Parents:

Mother: Mora (deceased)

Father: Barum

Class traits:

seamstress
Sailor and fishermen
Has a voice like a siren when she sings

Favourite: she shares her mother fondness for fish eyes but has a fondness for eel

Unique traits: like her mother she inherited the light appendage at the top of her head. Lighting her way in darkness. Has webbed hands and feet and like most fish folks she can form a tail when under the water

While the others hid below deck in the midst of the storm and her father continued to stir the ship trying to keep it from crashing into any nearby rocks coming up ahead as the storm continued to try and force them further and further off course. Angel was out in the storm with the other crew members. Hoisting and adjusting the sails. Doing everything they can to keep the ship a float along side the captain and making sure everyone stayed below deck for their safety. Some of the deck lights had gone out so her only light was the lure that always sat atop her head. She was currently wearing white pants with a black blouse with no shoes. She found them incredibly uncomfortable and she found she could scale better without them from one net to sail to the next but it was getting pretty tough out there so one of the crew told her by Berums orders to go below deck with the others and head to her room. As she hopped down from her perch the ship rocked to the side. Knocking nearly everyone off their feet but thankfully no one went over with their life lines tied at the waist. When Angel got the chance she made her way out of the storm and to the deck below. Gripping the wall as the ship teetered again. Not wanting to fall face first into metal floor. Walking past Arenella and the others as she pushed through some of passengers still out in the hall. She was going to say hi to Arenella but she seemed busy and a little pissed looking as the spider demon herself did her best to keep from falling over.

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Name: Atlas

Age: 42

Class: assassin for hire and slave trader

Gender: Male

Height: from tail to head. 9 ft 2.

Race: snake person or naga

Build: toned flexible and quick

Hair: short and black

Eyes: ice blue

Job: Is a merchant in the black markets located just beyond the war turned raveged lands but is guarded by a hell hounds controlled by the bone witch her name given from her house rumored to be made of the bone of her victims

Siblings: None that he cares for.

Parents:

Mother: Basil (Deceased?)
Father: Slytherin (Deceased)

Class traits: Has a human upper body but a snakes tail in the place of legs which he can use to move at a very fast pace and pin down his enemies if need be. His teeth are sharp and can tear into flesh with sharp black nails to match the predators traits but none the less his prefered choice in weapon is a sharp dagger with a double edge blade and a black handle made of onyx or some form of black stone

Favourite food: Spiders and meat .

Back story: Born in one of the Creekknoxs colonies off the main shores on one of the smaller islands made up of more of a rain forest environment compared to the Swamplands on the opposite side of the realm. His mother was already dead supposedly killed by the enemies of war. Where in truth his father sold her off to the black markets for money and did the same with some of his other young and kept a select few to train in his own image of what a killer should be to survive in this world. He was selfish, short tempered and abusive and was a general on the mainland's but was more interested in fortune and fame rather than any cause for the war his peers may have shared thus he raised his children like Atlas. To be killers and hunters. To make money and how to work within the Black markets

Unique traits:
Sharp teeth. Not venomous
Sharp claws
A tattoo on his left bicep with the symbol representing their god