The Count of St. Germain is considered a very mysterious man, very little is know about his origins or his past. During his younger years, at barely twenty-years-old he fell in love with his long time friend Esmée Beauchamp, and married her. She was the daughter of a Duke and because of it a lot of people frowned upon their relationship, but it just worked. Shortly after they married they welcomed their daughter Verity de St. Germain, she was born with big green eyes and a deep-red hair, as time passed she grew into a beautiful woman who did not fit into her time. Her childhood was not a common one, her father, the count, travelled all over the world and sometimes took her and his wife with him. Verity loved to learn, she loved to read, her parents taught her everything they knew and allowed her to learn from the people she met during their travels. However she was shelter, most of her time was spent at their home behind four walls, she was rarely allowed out and when she did venture into the outside world she was accompanied by someone. She yearned to travel, to experience on her own. Despite her desires, she always manage to make the best of her situation, knowing the only reason her parents sheltered her that much was because British society would not accept her the way she was. Intelligent. Passionate. Free.
They were happy until one sunny Monday morning EsmĂ©e died along with her unborn child after she suffered a miscarriage.Â
Verity was eighteen years old when she met the man who would soon become her husband, Captain Alexander “Alec” Garridan. He was born to a merchant family in London, his mother Edna, was born a seamstress and met his father, Abraham after he went into the workshop where she worked at for an emergency fix on his coat. Alexander “Alec” Garridan was considered a strange child, he was quiet and liked to read, he would read anything he could get his hands on, whether it was an inventory list or a romantic novel. Due to his father’s business he travelled a lot, however he was always drawn to the sea, mesmerized by the mysterious waters and its sway, so as soon as he could, he joined the Navy. Due to his diligence and quiet character he moved up the ranks fast, and had the opportunity of traveling the seas and meeting new places before he was discharged at the age of twenty and seven. As a navy officer he was invited and expected to attend several galas and parties hosted and almost fully attended by nobles. It was in one of these events that he met his wife Verity, the first and only child of the Count of St. Germain.Â
They attended the same ball. She was drawn to him, he was quiet, trying not to draw attention to himself, never addressing anyone first, only dancing when instructed to. Verity was acting in a similar way, only she was sneaking out to the gardens every so often so she could read a few pages of her book. They became fast friends, bonding over social events and the need to socialize with everybody in attendance in the name of politeness. History was repeating itself, he was beneath her, she was the daughter of a Count and a Duchess, and he was a naval officer with merchants as parents.Â
He understood her, loved her quirks, her laugh, the fact that she refused to use a corset when she was at home, that she hated the hairstyles and preferred to simply braid her hair or let it loose, that she loved to learn and read a little bit of everything, that she did not play de piano nor sing very well, He just… loved her wholeheartedly. And she him. She never asked to be more outspoken, nor shamed him for his origins or silence, she accepted him for who he was the same way he had accepted her.Â
He asked the Count for her hand in marriage, everyone was surprised when he gave it with an enormous dowery and his blessing. Verity had received several marriage proposal through the years from all over the world, all from respectable men from respectable families but in the end, she only had eyes for Alec.Â
They married. It was a big ceremony with a big reception, worthy of her status and their love. While society may not approveÂ
Anyone who truly saw them could tell how much they loved each other. The were happy, even though people wondered why they didn’t have children, especially since they were young. They would only smile and shrug whenever they were asked, however, there were several reasons they would never answer this question, first, because it was none of their business, and second, because they had their reasons. The truth was Verity was scared of pregnancy and childbirth since her mother’s death, she wasn’t ready and her husband respected that, unlike most men at the time.Â
In time, Alec was honorably discharged from the Navy and took over as a representative for his father’s importing and exporting business. This change gave him the opportunity to travel the world as he accompanied the shipments to the ports and traded with potential clients. Verity had gotten her own ship and crew full of reliable people and began to travel the world along with Alec exchanging stories whenever they reached port. Her ship was known as the Screaming Siren, and her crew, mostly female wore male clothing for security matters. At first, it was about traveling and seeing the world, women being free from expectations for a while, but then, they were almost victims to a raid by pirates.Â
Verity lost a part of herself that day.Â
Eventually they managed to get control of the ship back and out of self-defense, killed most of the invaders. In their anger, Verity and the others decided to do something about what had happened to them, they wanted to do something that could prevent this encounters and at the same time create a safe environment where women could be free. They armed themselves and vowed to aid those in need while punishing those who had wronged them. Even in men’s clothing and her hair tied back people took notice of the color, rumors began.Â
Verity had told Alec what had transpired, he felt her pain and understood her decision to do something. They both knew her father could never know, he may have been loving and understanding with her but not with the outside world. They promised each other they would meet before they reached port so she could shake off any suspicions of what she would be doing along with her crew. Alec, besides exchanging letters with his wife, began writing the tales she tell him thinking maybe one day people would want to know who she was and what she did for what she believed was right.Â
They hadn’t meant to, but soon the crew and captain of the Screaming Siren| became a legend. They were said to be ruthless, no man left alive, no wrongdoer left unpunished, not a single thing of value left behind, not a single person left unaided. Their captain was said to be a woman as well as most of the crew, yet this was not believed by many, but those who did described her as a small woman with long curly red hair, big green eyes and plump lips. Beautiful with a pistol in each hip and a dagger on her back. Her crew was dressed alike, all with clothes made for them but styled for men.
Most people only payed attention to the rumors that painted Captain Crimson as ruthless, who could possibly believed the stories of a kind-hearted pirate? I mean, it’s in the god-dammed name, what else could be crimson but blood, some people even said her hair hadn’t always been red, apparently it had turned more red with each of her victims until it was as red as blood. Why would someone with this fearsome reputation also aid young brides who feared their husbands or offer safe passage to immigrants, even give some of the money from the raided ships to the beggars.
One of the men in Alec’s crew, Frederick Cumberbatch, had become his best friend and encouraged him to publish the stories under a nom de plum and as rumors written down. After making sure they would be published anonymously, through what was basically a hot-potato game, passing the manuscripts from one person to another until they were delivered or simply being sent through the postal service with no return address. With the purpose of not arising suspicion among the stories of this Pirate Captain, he would add other stories he heard on the sea.Â
As her reputation grew so did the rumors of her origins, each one crazier than the last one, and as time passed, the captain of the Screaming Siren, began to be know by many different names. The most common one was the Red Death, mostly whispered by her enemies, those she had helped called her their angel.Â
Other pirates believed she was a mermaid or sea spirit, incapable of thinking a woman could have done anything the Red Death had done.Â