scntiago

[scntiago]

closed starter for @verndarixx location: the shore

the cold, salty air blew through santiago’s dark hair and caused the tip of his nose to turn pink. as gregarious as he was and as much as he was enjoying the festivities in the longhall, his heart was pulling him towards the shore. the water was his home and being on dry land too long made him antsy. he closed his eyes for a moment, letting the breeze off of the water fill his senses. when he opened his eyes, he noticed a blonde nearby and upon realizing it was sigrid, a wide smile tugged on his lips.

he walked towards her, a skip in his step. “mind if i join you?” he asked, giving her a gentle nudge before glancing out over the ocean waves. “would you keep it a secret if i snuck back into the black wraith?” he raised a brow, half joking.

[scntiago]

the brunette didn’t take his friendship with mare for granted — he knew he’d someone wiggled his way into her heart, whether she wanted him to or not. anytime that he could earn a smile from her, santiago felt on top of the world and couldn’t help but feel heat rush to his cheeks. from the day he’d met mare on the drowned wraith years ago, he’d been enamored and he would do anything to get her attention.

��i’d rather be hopeless than a land dweller,” he countered with an amused grin. he shifted in his seat, not able to sit still. “i’ve never claimed to have patience…only charm,” he winked playfully before running a hand through his hair. “i will always long for the sea — it’s where i belong. i look best when i’m steering the drowned wraith, don’t you agree?” he joked, secretly hoping she’d pay him a compliment. “content, huh? i’d say that’s unacceptable. we need you to be excited, thrilled even!” a warm, but shy smile pulled on his lips and he glanced down for a moment to compose himself, “i’m glad i could add something positive to your night.” he looked into her eyes and shook his head, “no, not yet. i’m sure it’s exciting there. i wouldn’t mind sneaking out of here to on an adventure,” he replied with a lopsided smile. “would you go with me? or are your duties here?”

mare  senses  him  before  she  sees  him.  it's  not  a  matter  of  the  abilities  of  a  seer,  it's  simply a  matter  of  how  much  warmth  and  familiarity  santiago  brings  to  a  room.  he's  theatrical  with  his  approach,  and  at  the  sight  of  the  grin  on  his  lips,  she  finds  herself  smiling  back  despite  herself.  it  is  difficult—if  not  impossible—not  to  feel  a  certain  warmth  in  the  wake  of santiago's  presence.  she  thinks  it  quite  akin  to  the  brightness  of  sunlight  reflecting  off  of  ocean  water:  brilliant,  freeing,  comfortable.  it's  infectious,  even  if  she'd  never  admit  that  aloud.

"you're  hopeless,"  she  teases,  although  she  can't  help  but  agree.  there's  nothing  quite  like  being  at  sea.  "you've  barely  been  here  long  enough  to  warm  a  seat,  and  already  you  long  for  the  water.  never  any  patience."  there's  no  bite  in  her  words;  it's  all  in  mere  jest.  she  shrugs  at  his  question,  red  hair  slipping  over  one  shoulder.  "i'm  content,"  mare  says  at  last.  with  an  affectionate  eye  roll,  she  adds:  "but,  no—you  have  been  the  most interesting  part  of  my  night  so  far."

green  eyes  dart  up  to  look  at  his  face.  "have  you  explored  the  forests  at  the  edge  of  the  clearing  just  yet?"  the  seer  wants  to  add  that  she  needs  a  moment away from  the  chatter,  but  manages  to  refrain.

[scntiago]

closed starter for @ephemeriis location: the longhall

santiago’s eyes darted around the longhall, looking for familiar faces when he spotted mare and a giddy grin spread on his lips. sauntering over to her, he grabbed a goblet of ale off of a nearby table and approached the red-haired seer. “my feet don’t belong on dry land,” he sighed over dramatically, flailing his arms childishly before huffing and taking a seat beside her. 

he would much rather be on the sea — preferably on the drowned wraith, his home — than be here honoring the late high jarl. he enjoyed the festivities, no doubt, but he was antsy and admittedly ready for a dive in the ocean. he took a huge gulp of ale before carelessly slamming the goblet down on the table in front of them. “are you enjoying yourself, mare? met anyone interesting?” he questioned before teasing, “surely no one more interesting than yours truly.”

[scntiago]

a reckless but talented helmsman for the drowned wraith, exiled from the silvershore clan.

STATS

name : santiago the reckless

age : 28

ship : the drowned wraith 

family : estranged mother and father

personality : jovial, gregarious, reckless, facetious

pronouns : he/him

sexuality : pansexual

BACKGROUND

santiago was born into the silvershore clan and his parents expected a great deal from him, even as a young child. however, he was always getting into trouble and he never took anything seriously -- much to his parents' chagrin.

he always felt called to the sea -- that was the one place where he felt like he had purpose and talent. at sea, he couldn't hear his parents' condescending words instead he found peace, even in the rockiest waves.

as he grew up, he realized he didn't want to be a part of the silvershore clan -- he didn't care for the politics of the clan and desired a life at sea, so at sixteen he abandoned the clan and was subsequently exiled. luckily, he had built a boat to escape his old life and soon after, found his way to the drowned wraith. impressed with his sailing, he was quickly brought on board and trained to be a helmsman. he knows the way around the ocean better than he knows the back of his hand and he finally feels like he has a home amongst the members of the drowned wraith.

he's a bit of a mess and reckless -- especially on the ship, but he's talented and trusted. santiago loves being surrounded by others and is friendly, always chatting with people and he knows no stranger. despite his jovial demeanor, deep inside he misses his parents and he mourns the life he never had of a respected, well-behaved warrior who made his parents proud.

HEADCANONS

santiago often dives off of the drowned wraith for fun, purposefully stirring up panic amongst the leaders and elders

he longs for peace and stability, but he feels like that is not in his destiny

despite being a pirate, santiago is terrified of fish. he hates seeing them when he's swimming.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

former friend or acquaintance : someone from the silvershore clan who remembers santiago from his youth and either harbors resentment for him or respect!

partner in crime : someone who encourages santiago's antics and maybe even participates in them with him!

unlikely friend : someone perhaps from another ship or clan who's very different than santiago and they bring out the best in one another!

flirtationships/situationships/someone santiago has an unrequited crush on!

i'm up for anything :)