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ALERU

            IF YOU DON’T LIKE THE WAY I RUN THIS PLACE,                                                                  god bless and get the fuck out.

Not everyone in the clan is a pirate; even rogues such as these need a place to rest their heads of an evening, a place to spend their coin and tell their tales. And as much as they need these domestic comforts, so to do they require assistance; a legitimate (as much as anybody of the clan is) intermediary. A respectable (enough) individual who will buy ill-gotten plunder from the crews and sell it on to (more or less) unsuspecting, law-abiding folk. Such is Aleru's role in Clan Windfall, though in her heart of hearts, she longs for more... Notes: Has a ferret in her room. Sleeps with the most valuable items from hauls rather than leaving them in the hoard, where they may be stolen. Feels her lack of parents keenly. Secretly longs to prove herself in the eyes of the select few she admires. Does not truly believe that she is loved. Will fight tooth and nail to prove her right to stand at the table with the captains as their equal.

                Homage/fan* dragon to Eleanor Guthrie of Black Sails

              I want to figure out how to sell our goods for more today than we did yesterday

Fence of pirated goods to legitimate ports  Clan Trade Boss / g1 / perma / too ambitious for her own good Build: noncombatant Mates: Ellaria Possessions: Bees of all kinds, red fabric, Chocolate Ferret, red mantle

* Her lore is inspired by Eleanor Guthrie, but the more I write her, the more I remove her from her source

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OISIN

               SON OF AN ANCIENT HOUSE                                                                          carried on a northerly wind

He came on a warm northerly wind, a small, fierce hatchling from an ancient house of the Sea of a Thousand Currents. Intercepted midair by Altair, the clan's chief scout, the young warrior was clearly unaware of the dangers of wandering so near to the peaks of the Cloudscrape Crags. Everyone was surprised when Khaegris declared her love for him, none more than she. He makes sweet music with ice and stone and his own great lungs, and he stole the fierce captain's heart despite herself. At night, all the crews gather to hear him sing of their glories.

Bard on the Defiant Matriarch’s Chief Consort Build: noncombatant Mates: Khaegris Possessions: Autumnal wreath, Ornate gold necklace, skin: forgotten child

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Khaegris

                IF I DO NOT NOW AND THEN KILL ONE OF YOU,                                                                              You will forget who I am.

Born under the furthest branches of the Behemoth, Khaegris has always been a drifter. Born a guardian, her fierce and uncompromising nature and shocking lack of loyalty soon manifested into what Khaegris had known all along - she was no Guardian. Her heart had no room for a charge; it beat only for war and glory. It did not take long before the Change was complete, the clan's matriarch transformed into a more fitting guise. Blood and gold were spent in equal shares in the forging of Khaegris' motley clan, and no dragon sleeps under her roof without doing their share of the work for very long. Her mate, Verdar, pleased her better when he was a warlike mirror, though the flashiness of his extravagant plumage suits her well enough for now.

             Damnation seize my Soul if I give you Quarter, or take any from you.

Captain of the Defiant Clan matriarch / custom progenitor Build: Mire flyer lvl 25 Mates: Verdar, Oisin Possessions: Corsair’s Seaspray Cap, Corsair’s rusty cutlass, skeletal chime, Accent: Wild Jasper, Veteran’s eye scar.