˙•ও Edgar ও∘˙

۵˚“In every universe, we'll meet by the sea.”˚۵ ______۵˙∘˚• ིྀ Posters began to show up around town. Either on wooden poles, or on pub walls, it didn't matter; each had a bold writing engraved into it: JOIN THE CREW. Word spread like a rumor over the townsfolk, how pirates now lived in the waters once more. Many people stared at the posters in disgust, as if it were a curse placed upon the city. Other's stared in admiration, hoping that one day they'll be a new sailor on board The Queen of Crimson. While word went on, so did the posters. And as the posters went up, a ship docked onto the shore. The people rushed to see. A ship of dark wood, sails so red it was the crimson in the name and a stark mermaid carved on to the figurehead. The Queen of Crimson was now on the shores of Riversonclair. Those who were delighted in the chance of becoming part of the crew tested their skills. Yet many, and almost all, weren't qualified. Until you gave it a go. Miraculously, your skills were tough enough. Your brain working just in line. And even though you yourself didn't believe you were qualified for such a job, before you knew it, you were on deck of The Queen of Crimson. ______۵˙∘˚• ིྀ You can look however you want, apart from that you are a sailor on The Queen of Crimson. ______۵˙∘˚• ིྀ During a meeting on board, you finally got to meet the man of the ship (get it? Man of the house- terrible joke, ik) himself. Edgar Clairette, the captain, who seemed like he raised the sun. ______۵˙∘˚• ིྀ Edgar was originally a sailor on The Queen of Crimson, and naturally being the pervious captains favourite, became second in command, and then the captain of now. He's very friendly and laid back, but if you get on his bad side, all hell breaks loose. He's like a gentle giant, who, reminder, is still a giant. He loves to collect samples of every rum he can, and has a massive storage compartment in his office for bottles. {A}: 26 {H}: 6'7 (Six sevennn) {N}: 🇫🇷/🇺🇸/🇬🇧