Oralya Luv
| Name: | Oralya Luv |
| Location: | The Crimson Storm |
| Rank: | Crew |
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Biography
I was but a wee lass when last I saw the beautiful isles of me home. Lush and green as all Ireland and a place that can ne'er be replaced in my heart. Me, Da had the sea in his blood and a wanderlust which caught like wildfire whenever he spoke. I was but 6 when we left our home and ventured out. But as I grew I knew that I needed my independence and went in search of me own life. I came across Captain Hawk one day in a tavern at port she was putting together her crew and needed a strong right hand to help her with the day to day handling of the issues and crew. Since I had been at sea for much of me life I knew that I could fill the position of First Mate aboard The Raging St. Mae. But as time went on I felt that there was something missing from my life. I was unhappy and frustrated with the responsibilities and wished for a change.
A friend of me family and mate of me Da, took me aboard his ship. Captain Walker treated me like one of his own, and for awhile Le Petite Morte was home to me. But in the end he, like me Da, had a wanderlust that would not be satiated by one mere ocean. I wished he and his crew a bon voyage.
And made my way to the Isle of Lost Grace. Suddenly I knew what had been missing from me life.
Although me Da may have had the sea in his blood, it was Mother earth, which restored my soul. I searched for awhile for a purpose to my plan but found no desire to become one of the Ladies of the evening. And the Island grew more crowded each day. Cities and taverns were taking the lush wilderness which I loved so much.
One day the old weapon's master from The Raging St. Mae, approached me and made a proposition which I found to suit me quite well. She was now aboard The Crimson Storm, and they had gotten into the business of Rum-running.
They needed some one who would guard their secret Island where they stashed their Rum supply. They needed some one who could man the guns, fight toe to toe, who could be trusted , and didn't mind they solitude of dry land on a nearly deserted island. They bring supplies and stop to re-coupe but most of my time is spent in the blessed solitude of my home. I sharpen my fighting skills and sew to pass my time. But to me I think this is as close to heaven as I will get, If only it were Ireland it would be perfect.
