Bloodline: Ardent
Ghost-Sight: You can clearly see and easily communicate with spirits and the spectral realm, and can identify spirit-anchored objects by sight (3-Track Trait)
Tough as Nails: You're a natural survivor. Rolls made to heal an injury you're suffering from treats conflicts as triumphs (4-Track Trait)
Origin: Anchored
Mortal Needs: Though you can do so if you choose, you have no real need to eat, drink, sleep or breathe (2-Track Trait)
Phantom Anchor: The ghost of an anchor hovering next to you. Deals CQC Salt Damage, and doesn't need hands to be used (3-Track Gear)
Post: Corsair
Steel-Step Dance: The key to survival is mobility. They can't hurt you if they can't hit you (5-Track Trait)
Chain Attack: You can deal damage to multiple nearby opponents with a successful CQC attack (4-Track Trait)
Edges:
Grace
Iron
Tides
Skills:
Brace (2)
Break
Delve
Hunt (2)
Outwit
Sense (2)
Vault (2)
Wavewalk
Languages:
Old Hand
Raka Spit
Signalling
Name: Helena Arnes (Only one she remembers)
Resources:
Old memento (Salvage)
Drowned and Not (Whisper)
A Sobbing Mawship (Whisper)
Copper-Coloured Chart (Chart)
Motive: Make the Golden Age return again!
Faction: Myself
Drives:
Who is this woman?
I need a crew and ship as good as last time
Find that devilish bastard, and kill it for good!
Mires:
The same visions of her death
Loneliness remind her of dark moments
The tides wish to claim her again
Appearance/Personality
With blue eyes, she wears a slightly tattered black longcoat with silvery trims on the borders of the collar, along with a tricorn of the same color. She keeps her pure white hair in a ponytail. Most of the time, a great ebon anchor floats next to her, its chain disappearing as it dangles into empty air. Though when fighting, she'll often wield it like a giant hammer
Very proud and self-assured, she doesn't let her amnesia get in the way of great deeds, always going at the forefront of fights and exploration
A Pirate's Tale
"Huh? You're asking me where I come from?"
The woman chuckles, not detaching her gaze from the anchor floating in front of her, spectral chain dangling, disappearing into the green below
"I think you might be the first one. Not many care for my story, or want to hear it. After all, ghosts rarely have good stories. And I'm no exception. I do not remember much of my old life, but I know enough"
With a movement of her hand, she clears back some rogue strands of her hair before finally turning to her interlocutor
"Well, if the outfit didn't give it away, I used to be captain of my crew. I had a ship, I had riches, I had a crew and..."
She stops herself, trying to remember something. She had someone, someone more important than anything. She knew she did it for them but...
"Hm? Right, sorry, ghost vision thingy. But yeah, I used to be in a pretty good spot. Guess it explains how hard the fall was. I remember wanting to kill something, a very nasty Leviathan. And what a fight it was! A storm was brewing, we finally tracked it down after so long, and we were stoked when we saw it emerge from the waves! We engaged that beast with everything we had: harpoons, cannons, some Amber javelin that one dude used, the works! Hell, I even got a few hits in with my sword!"
While she was speaking of her tale, she did grand gestures to accompany her words, mimicking swings as she was wielding the cutlass herself, as if it would bring her story to life
"But, of course, you'd be lucky to kill one of these things without a few casualty. It hit our ship with... I think it was its tail? Could be anything, it was bigger than our ship. Regardless, I got flunged off and fell into the sea, where the vines surrounded and drowned me"
A shade of sadness washed over her eyes, quickly disappearing
"Not like it was my end, as you can see"
She points at herself, a bright smile on her face
"I might not draw breath, but I had a life back then. Whether through luck, divine intervention or sheer will, I have a second chance at this. So I'll get my own crew, my own ship, and we'll sail again! We'll slaughter that damnable beast, and my Golden Age will return!"
As if it knew her intention, the anchor floated in her hand as she raised her fist, triumphantly punctuating her declaration, before a question suddenly stopped her in her tracks
"My... visions? I mean... why would you care about that? Just curious? Yeah, I guess we Anchored are a little weird"
There's a chuckle as she drops the anchor to her side with an ethereal yet metallic sound
"Oh, it varies. Sometimes I'm in a cabin, with plenty of loot. Other times, I'm in a bar, drinking it up with my mates. Most of the time, it's about the battle though. I... don't really enjoy sleeping for that reason. Still kinda stings, you know?"
"Although... Yeah, there's one thing consistent with everything. There's this woman in them. Ebon hair, olive skin, purple eyes and the prettiest darn smile you've ever seen. I don't remember her at all though. I just know she was important. Maybe... maybe she was my second in command? Or my sister or something? My mom? I don't know, I just know she's out there somewhere and I'm gonna find her. If I defied death, I think I can do this"
The Lost Verse
Orginially, Renea Silverhair, of her real name, used to be an Ardent Corsair who started as an explorer. Eventually, through some odd jobs, finding and selling ancient relics, and just being a really good fighter, she ended up in charge of a pretty decently sized ship and her crew, becoming a freelance explorer. She wasn't alone, as she soon met and fell in love with another explorer, Helena Arnes. They teamed up together, even marrying each other at Helena's hometown. She always wanted to do something legendary, and so started tracking down a dangerous Leviathan. When she found it, she brought her findings and plan to Renea, who loved it and decided to hunt it. Unfortunately, during the fight, she ended up getting knocked into the green abyss, never witnessing the death of the beast. Her crew, greatly saddened, have now reconverted into Leviathan hunters in her honor, with the real Helena now becoming the head of the "Silver Blades" Levithan hunters