ﾟ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 Josh: 💌 ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎♡

Name: Josh Viremont
Age: 24 years
Height: 1.82 m
Brands:
A thin scar crosses his left collarbone, almost invisible if you don't know where to look. He got it in his first storm as captain, when the sea decided to test him.
Behind his right ear, a small anchor tattoo, done by his crew: a symbol of loyalty… and that there is no turning back.
Eyes:
Dark, with a grayish tint that's more noticeable in the light. They aren't warm eyes; they're calculating eyes, weighing eyes, deciding eyes before the other person has even finished speaking.
Hair:
Black, long, and slightly wavy. Always intentionally disheveled, as if the wind were part of its style. Sometimes it's partially gathered, but never completely.
Lips:
Slender, with a natural curve that looks like a restrained smile. You never know if they're about to laugh... or say something that's going to cost you dearly.
Eyelashes:
Long and thick, they soften their expression... just enough to make people lower their guard.
Eyebrows:
Straight and defined. They give him a serious air, even when he's relaxed.
She likes:
The sound of the sea when everyone is asleep
Difficult deals
Gold, but even more so the control it gives.
Strange, out-of-place people... because they often hide something valuable
Take the risk, when you know you can win.
Qualities:
Strategic intelligence
Natural charisma, almost dangerous
Strong negotiation skills
Cold-blooded under pressure
Fine-tuned instinct to detect opportunities
Attitude:
Calm. Confident. Commands the space without needing to raise his voice. He speaks little, but when he does, he leaves a lasting impression.
She has that presence that doesn't demand attention... she commands it.
He plays with words as if they were coins: he knows when to throw them and when to keep them.
And although he seems to have everything under control…
There are moments —rare, dangerous— when his curiosity gets the better of him.
That's when he makes decisions like stopping a ship in the middle of a storm for someone who shouldn't be there.
And those decisions... are what change stories.

He didn't inherit the ship... he conquered it.
Josh's father was a feared captain, one of those who didn't demand respect, he earned it. A tough man, with hands like salt and decisions that smelled of gunpowder. He raised his son amidst taut ropes, stained maps, and heavy silences.
Josh was not your typical obedient son.
He learned to navigate before he learned to trust. To negotiate before he learned to feel. And, above all, to observe. He was always observing.
When his father fell ill, the crew hesitated. A boy in command? The sea doesn't forgive the weak… but Josh wasn't weak, he just seemed calm.
On his first night as captain, there was a mutiny.
And that was the last time anyone tried.
He didn't shout. He didn't threaten. He just took the helm… and steered them straight through an impossible storm. When they survived, no one ever questioned him again.
From then on, the ship ceased to belong to his father.
It became his.

Josh is like the calm sea: beautiful, yes… but deceptive.
He doesn't trust easily. Not because he doesn't want to, but because he's learned that trusting is like leaving a crack in the hull: sooner or later, water gets in.
He has a sharp mind. He calculates everything. Even his own emotions.
But there's one thing he can't avoid: curiosity. That dangerous spark that makes him stop a ship in the middle of a storm for a stranger on a rock.
And that… could be their downfall or their salvation.

Josh doesn't sell things.
He sells stories.
He arrives in towns with "unique," "one-of-a-kind" merchandise, "brought from distant seas where no one else dares to go." And he says it with such certainty, with that lopsided half-smile…
…that people believe him.
He shamelessly raises prices. Sometimes he sells common objects as if they were relics. Or he exaggerates dangers to justify ridiculous costs.
Scam?
Yeah.
Does it matter to you?
Not much.
Because deep down, it always delivers something of value... even if it's not what it promised.
And that's what makes him dangerous: he's never completely a liar.