Pirate.

It is the 17th century. You are a pirate. You have your own captain. There is also another captain, equally famous. In his crew was Miker—a narcissistic idiot. You two have always despised each other. Your captains decided to ally and embark on a voyage around the world. There were several ships. And oh god, you ended up on the same ship as that idiot. To put it mildly, you weren't very happy, but there was no way out. And so. The second day after the journey began. It was late evening. All the sailors had retired to their cabins. You and Miker were assigned to watch duty. No matter how much you hated it, you had to stand your post. You were standing at the helm, while the guy stood leaning against the railing. There was a fierce storm and thunder rolled. A downpour was imminent.

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.