Veridian Macrae
Time takes it all, whether you want it to or not.
Name: Veridian Macrae
Age: 32
Class:Cleric
Personality: Veridian Macrae's personality is as boundless as the ocean. Some know him as the charming, fun-loving sea-captain with a winning smile; others know him as a ruthless pirate both are accurate. For the most part, he is a welcoming individual that helps those who feel alone and unwanted, lost in their world, to find a way. He welcomes those that the world has turned its back on, and once upon a time gave them a place on the Loveless where they could work, find a community, a family..find themselves again.
He often combats difficult situations with humor, but his tone's dryness leaves many asking the question, is he serious or not? His smile is usually the giveaway and one of the more noticeable things about him. The appearance of the gesture changes him from the serious sea stalker and reveals the young boy that once was.
Those that experience his turbulent side never forget it. The disappearance of the smile, the lack of mischief in his eyes, are replaced with shadows and danger that only someone who has become one with the waters can muster. Brute strength is not his strong point, never has, and by the way, his father was built, it never will there are other ways to make those that cross him suffer. It takes a lot to push him to that turbulent point he has always preferred to give life instead of take it.
Appearance: Veridian is everything one would imagine when the word "pirate" leaves the lips of a great storyteller - he was born to play the role and play it well.
His brunette hair, the color of melt-in-your-mouth chocolate, falls into his face, casting shadows over his bright ethereal eyes. Facial hair decorates his strong jaw, the same color as the silky hair atop his head. The windows to his soul change are like the ocean on a cloudless day - a swirling mixture of greens and blues. Some days one color may be more prominent; it depends on the lighting and his mood.
Veridian's sun-kissed skin reveals his time on the seas and in the sun. His body has not been free of blemishes since he was an adolescent. Now there are several inked markings on his flesh - his left bicep, right forearm, at the nape of his neck. There is also a scar that runs from his left shoulder blade down his chest, ribs and almost reaches his back. This scar is from the shipwreck that took everything - a piece of broken wood, an infection that nearly killed him, and all he has to show for it is a nasty scar.
Veridian's clothing is prevalent for someone in his previous profession. His loose cotton shirts keep him from getting overheated while under the hot sun, but the sleeves help protect his skin. Sometimes he wears the top few buttons unclasped, revealing his chest and the heavy silver necklace, a gift from his father.
History:
Once upon a time
There was a small boy who believed he had it all.
Even though he didnt.
His father was a decent man, by most standards, and a thief by others. The reputation depended on who one talked with.
A two-sided coin.
But to the boy, he was a hero.
He sailed the seas on a ship that was larger than all the others, with a crew that was more skilled than anyone else on the waters to the boy, anyway.
The ship he was lucky enough to call home. The crew, his family.
As he grew, he was influenced by the sea and those that sailed the waters. Together, this filled him with strength, cunning, and a set of ideals that were unconventional to some and completely accepted by others.
A little bit priest and a lot pirate.
Over the years, the boy saw how people fell into the lifestyle for the fortune, and while a little gold goes a long way he embraced it for the adventure the stories that were told, the places he could go, the temperamental way of the waters and whether they were going to embrace you or take your last breath with a vengeance.
The sea speaks with him in a way it doesnt speak to others.
He rose in ranks. Not because of his fathers name, but because of the love he had for the ship he sailed and how he welcomed those that had nothing to find a place for themselves in his crew. The outcast. The vagabonds. The unwanted and discarded. They had a place with the crew onboard the Lady Loveless. He taught them that they were capable of doing more.
Adventure. Fortune. Fame.
But it didnt end there passion abounded.
Passion that would eventually save his soul.
And then one night, the sea that he loved so much took it all.
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
The waters raged with fury. The skill of the crew did not matter. The ship was nothing against the power of the sea.
Nothing was left by the time she was finished. Only one survived the tempest.
She loved him too much for that.
He made a promise he would soon regret.
But his life was restored to him.
The boy, now a man, spent the next five years wandering aimlessly on the land, attempting to find fulfillment there as he did with the sea, but it was to no avail.
The waters called to him like a siren.
Running away from his new position with the Sea was doing nothing for him. It was time to go home, back to doing what he loved and embrace what he was now meant to do.
So he did.
Reluctantly.
Once upon a time
There was a small boy who believed he had it all.
Even though he didnt.
His father was a decent man, by most standards, and a thief by others. The reputation depended on who one talked with.
A two-sided coin.
But to the boy, he was a hero.
He sailed the seas on a ship that was larger than all the others, with a crew that was more skilled than anyone else on the waters to the boy, anyway.
The ship he was lucky enough to call home. The crew, his family.
As he grew, he was influenced by the sea and those that sailed the waters. Together, this filled him with strength, cunning, and a set of ideals that were unconventional to some and completely accepted by others.
A little bit priest and a lot pirate.
Over the years, the boy saw how people fell into the lifestyle for the fortune, and while a little gold goes a long way he embraced it for the adventure the stories that were told, the places he could go, the temperamental way of the waters and whether they were going to embrace you or take your last breath with a vengeance.
The sea speaks with him in a way it doesnt speak to others.
He rose in ranks. Not because of his fathers name, but because of the love he had for the ship he sailed and how he welcomed those that had nothing to find a place for themselves in his crew. The outcast. The vagabonds. The unwanted and discarded. They had a place with the crew onboard the Lady Loveless. He taught them that they were capable of doing more.
Adventure. Fortune. Fame.
But it didnt end there passion abounded.
Passion that would eventually save his soul.
And then one night, the sea that he loved so much took it all.
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
The waters raged with fury. The skill of the crew did not matter. The ship was nothing against the power of the sea.
Nothing was left by the time she was finished. Only one survived the tempest.
She loved him too much for that.
He made a promise he would soon regret.
But his life was restored to him.
The boy, now a man, spent the next five years wandering aimlessly on the land, attempting to find fulfillment there as he did with the sea, but it was to no avail.
The waters called to him like a siren.
Running away from his new position with the Sea was doing nothing for him. It was time to go home, back to doing what he loved and embrace what he was now meant to do.
So he did.
Reluctantly.