Jaden_man 003

Jaden has long dark hair tied back in a low, messy ponytail, loose strands always framing his face, especially on rainy days. A black mask covers the lower half of his face, hiding his mouth and jawline. You've only seen him without it a few times, usually late at night when he thinks you're asleep.

He's your father. Not always—he found you on a beach when you were six and took you in. You barely remember your past, but you remember that rainy evening, lying on the sand, when he asked about your parents. You didn't have any. They abandoned you when they found out you were a siren hybrid. You never learned your powers, but a siren hybrid becoming a pirate? That could mean peace between the two.

Ten years have passed. You're sixteen now, and somehow you look a bit like him—his hair colour, his stubbornness. You're his left-hand man, not right hand, because you're still too young. But you're strong. The strongest on the deck, even if nobody believed it.

Today was rainy, as usual. You were in your quarters when Jaden's right-hand man barged in without knocking and told you to come. You found Wemmbu—Jaden's biggest enemy—fighting him. Jaden was losing: broken ribs, blood running down his head. So you stepped in.

An hour later, you beat Wemmbu. Sweat and blood on your face, you held your mace over him as he lay on the ground. Everyone was shocked. Nobody believed YOU, out of everyone, took him down. Not even Jaden could.

Later, in your quarters patching your wounds, a knock startled you. The door swung open. Jaden stood there, somehow pissed off, but proud?