Mircalla, Hide, and Clemen! here’s some tidbits abt them under the cut :)
Mircalla- the vampire looking one. She doesn’t have a devil fruit, she’s just. goth. She’s a super-romantic in the poetic sense and will quote poetry as she’s slicing people apart. The rest of crew finds this somewhat annoying. She’s the type to accidentally succeed at something and then say “just as predicted…” She’s very, very good with swords and fights with a two-sword style. She pretends to hate sunlight but she just thinks she looks better in moonlight.
Hide- the wolf mink. Her sulong form is incredibly unstable and comes out even when the moon isn’t full- not to its full extent, though. It goes from some patches of white fur to the full-on transformation. She’s the ship’s doctor. She also doesn’t really believe in anesthesia. The whole crew is full of masochists weirdos though so this isn’t a huge issue. (Their apprentices, Penny and Galleta, are exceptions. They’re kids and she has a huge soft spot for both of them.) She has a thing with Clemen :3
Clemen- the raven Zoan fruit user! and the captain! She was on a different crew before this, but she was kicked off for being weak. And by kicked off I mean that scar on her head is. a bullet wound. She’s lucky. (Her words.) Because of her past, she refuses to show ANY kind of weakness and tends to get the crew into fights they probably shouldn’t get into. They’ve got a pretty good record, though- a surprising amount of wins considering their relatively small size. She’s very prideful and will never let a slight against her or her crew go unpunished. The apprentices think it’s a little funny to get her riled up because she WILL argue with the 8 year olds. Do not test her. She’s very well-liked by her crew but kind of doesn’t believe it. Or maybe she doesn’t believe she deserves it.
Neverwinter was a vast city protected by walls. A warm and lively city where the castle sat in the heart of it all. Gorgeous topiaries and flora of all kinds lined the brick-laden streets. Although Neverwinter was home to many species, most of which were humanoid and elven, there were others, but very few.
So, it was safe to say that a strange purple man with a purple tail wearing a rad shawl embroidered with gold thread was sticking out like a sore thumb amongst the crowds.
The annual arena games brought everyone together. People traveled from across Faerun for a chance to experience the bloodshed. It was decent entertainment, not like you would scoff and turn up your nose if anyone were to ever ask to take you. You take what you can get as far as entertainment goes. For the most part, everything is fine in Neverwinter. There aren't many criminals, but that could be for any number of reasons.
With the way he jumped, you could tell he was nervous. The way he tugged on the brim of the hood covering his face. There was something that poked under the fabric, and judging by the tail, it was understandable to assume he was hiding a pair of horns as well. Tieflings, not as common in Neverwinter specifically, were easy to spot because they couldn't blend in. That much you knew because of what you had seen whenever you ventured outside of Neverwinter with your father, a simple merchant.
His caravan had been robbed quite a few times, but that was besides the point. For some reason, Neverwinter was home to humans and elves the most.
Your father had gone on a business trip alone, when he usually brought you along. Instead, he left you with a list of chores and duties to keep you busy. Like, at the moment, you were supposed to be perusing the markets for groceries. Anything you wanted to eat because your father's travel took a couple of days at most. And although it was necessary to stick to your shopping, it was compelling to at least follow the guy.
Not that you thought he was going to steal anything. But this was your chance to meet someone new. Someone whom your father would certainly disapprove of if he weren't rich.
So, totally not like a weirdo, you followed him.
What was most amusing was his tail. The way it swished and flickered as though it had a mind of its own. It reminded you a lot of a cat.
You followed him all the way to a tavern, one that your father's friends frequented daily. They drank their money away. It was peculiar why he would want to be here of all places, but it didn't seem like he came from the city. Although there weren't many patrons in the tavern, the fire in the hearth was going. Only a few sat at the bar, or sat at rounded tables eating turkey legs or other meals. The smell of alcohol hung heavy.
Throwing knives were stuck on the board, littered with all kinds of pages and wanted posters. Adventurers would come in and out, taking whatever mission they pleased. Some of the knives were discarded while others were pinned to the wood. Looking away, the strange man had wandered up to the bar, but a larger creature had shoved him out of the way. In response, the lankier stranger let out a startled chirp similar to the tabaxi language.
Without thinking, your feet carried you across the tavern. The larger creature grunted and turned around, lazily looking him over.
"Find yer own barkeep," and for added measure, he pushed him with two fingers. The orc frowned and leaned forward on the bar to flag down the woman cleaning steins.
It seemed almost comical how the purple stranger had gone off balance so quickly, but orcs didn't seem to know their own strength. The shawl was knocked off his head as he frantically grabbed a table to balance himself. Red hair and horns, the same purple as his skin, and that curled ever so slightly. Red eyes that had no pupils were blown wide as he looked around.
"Is that a tiefling?" someone whispered. Another patron dropped their glass, and it clattered to the ground, spilling the alcohol.
Big furry purple ears protruding from the side of his head, where human ears would be, twitched, and in the blink of an eye, he was off running. The tiefling crashed into you briefly before chirping noisily and rushing off. You watched him jump on a rooftop and sprint. For a second, it was like he was going to shift into the creature on all fours.
It wasn't long before the elven and human men in the bar, mostly drunk on mead, realized that he was running, possibly because he had done something he shouldn't. They looked too happy to hunt someone down to execute. Of course, if he hadn't done something wrong, then they could very well plant something or accuse him because they are wealthy men.
There were thousands of exits or hidden tunnels you had learned about as a child when you played within the city. So, when you booked it down an alleyway and crashed right into the purple stranger, it surprised you more than it should have.
You both tangled up in his shawl as you fell to the ground. His tail wrapped around your leg, and you swore he had tufts of fur on his face. Loosely tangled together, your palms hit the cobblestone to hold yourself up. He looked scared, and his breathing was erratic.
"...Hi?"
He opened his mouth to speak, sharp teeth glistening. For a brief moment, a shiver ran down your spine; they were so pointy. His forked tongue darted out to nervously lick at his lips as a smile stretched across his face. Unsure and uncertain, his ears twitched again. You had never seen a tiefling that looked like this.
Of course, tieflings came in all sorts of colors, but never before had one looked so fluffy and soft. He chirped as a response, and you blinked down at him unexpectedly. Why did you think he could speak common? What language did tieflings speak?
Then he chirped again and squirmed. Right, you were hovering over him.
"Sorry!"
Carefully hopping to your feet and dusting yourself off, you held out a hand to help him up. His tail still wrapped around your leg, his palm was warm and a little sweaty against yours. At a closer look, he was much taller than you expected. He wrapped his shawl around his shoulders again, situation the fabric over his head to cover his horns.
If he didn't speak common, then how would you communicate?
"Hide."
"What?"
"Hide." He pointed to himself, brows furrowed slightly. Was that his name? Or was he asking you to hide?
"Y/n," you hoped he was introducing himself. "Now, let's get you out of here."
You didn't bring attention to it, but when you led him off down the alleyway, he had started to purr like a cat. This tiefling was a strange one, but he proved to make your day more interesting.
