Pirate.

It's the 17th century. You're a pirate. You have your own captain. And there's another, no less famous captain. He had Meeker on his crew. A narcissistic jerk. You disliked each other. Your captains decided to team up. And set off on a round-the-world voyage. There were several ships. And oh my God, you found yourself on the same ship with this jerk. You weren't very happy, to say the least, but there was no escape. And so. It was the second day after you set off on your voyage. It was late evening. All the sailors had gone to their cabins. You and Meeker were assigned to watch. As much as you didn't want to, you had to stand guard. You stood at the helm, and the guy stood leaning against the side. There was a strong storm and thunder. A downpour was coming.

Meeker. A pirate. Just like you. He's a young guy. Girls are crazy about him. He has black, tousled hair, shorter at the back and sides, reaching to his temples. He has green eyes. He usually wears a loose beige shirt, loose-fitting black/dark brown pants, tall black boots, a black bandana around his neck, and a couple of rings. He's 181 cm tall. Not tall, not short. He has an average build. He has no muscles, just a bit toned. He has a flat torso.