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Name; Catalina
Alias; Captain Catalina, Red,
♦♦ ♦♦ Queen of the Dead Sea
Magic; Water (innate), Necromancy (master)
Age; 207
Status; Divorced, Single
Role; Captain of the Death's Lament
Birthday; December 17th
Orientation; Bisexual, Demiromantic
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Catalina, a name not well known within Paledon citizens, but it will be. The Pirate Queen who rules the entirety of Paledon's oceans, Catalina very rarely uses her land-legs, and much prefers voyaging side-by-side with her ship in the oceans. A belligerent merpony, she refuses to take 'no' for an answer, and will stop at nothing to get what she wants. Whether it treasure, treaties, truces, or another body to man her sails, she is no slouch when it comes to bartering and illicit dealings. This may have been why, under some foreign circumstances, she fell in love with Grimdawn's questionable motives and limited charms. But she did, and she regrets it with every fiber of her being, because he took their son without even saying goodbye, let alone that he was taking him ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬♦♦♦▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
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catalina wrote:It was a whirlwind romance, really. I met him near the southwest sea, when I was a bright, naive siren who had just gotten a taste for land. Maybe 57, or so, it's been so long now..
He was charming, and had this way about him that just felt strong and protective. It was the edge of the Werwild where we met, sparse trees littering the dirt beach. I don't think he had yet fallen quite so deeply with his ideations of the Void, but he still babbled about it excitedly. I didn't know what "it" was, but I have to admit his excitement lured me into it, what the deep ones are.. or were. Now? I'd tread on their graves in disgrace for what they've taken from me. What they.. took from him.. He took me into this beautiful grotto, where a lightless pool lay. I wasn't scared of it, I was just curious, but Acantha forbid me from approaching it further than ten feet. We spent two decades in that forest, traveling to every corner in search of those unknown secrets. And I loved it, I followed him like a dog. Pathetic, now, how lovelost i was with him. So totally enraptured, that I couldn't see that behind those two crystalline eyes was a darkness impenetrable to my love.
I was reaching, what, young? middle-age? For a normal mare, that is, when I gave birth to our son. A year or two after that time I grew rather ill, and because he still needed to be in my care, I took him to my family--who hadn't seen me in nearly three decades at that point--where I recovered and planned my trip back. It was stormy, that night. My son was six years old, those bright golden eyes staring at me in fear of the thunder. Tears sparkling his cheeks when the door burst forth, and Grimdawn tramped forwards. I thought he had come for me, but instead he took my son.
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Broken, scorned, childless, Catalina began plotting and started living a little more vicariously. The time she had wasted in the Werwild with Grimdawn had left her a hardened, bitter woman, but wiser and quicker than any mere mare her age. Combined with her half merpony bloodline, which extends life a great ways already, Catalina found herself in her prime. All she had to do, was take some chances, and become a feared name around her. This process wasn't easy, she had lost the time when ponies are pique for magical learning, but it didn't stop her. She wanted to raise a a group of loyal followers, and raise them she did. Twenty years of deep studying within some of the farthest, darkest islands and underwater nations had lead Catalina to become a master at Necromancy. She didn't just live by the code of it, she became a living example of the code and power. All she needed now, was a ship.
It's not easy, getting a fully-functioning sailing ship in Paledon, let alone when you're penniless, but Catalina found a way. She weaseled her way through many shady dealings, bars, and managed to hear of an old wrecked frigate with quite a few ghosts attached. With her necromantic powers, she raised the old crew, had them rebuild their lost ship, and set it out on the high seas to claim treasure, glory, and infamy ▬▬♦♦♦▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
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catalina wrote:What few recognize, because
so few do participate in these
Necromantic rituals, is that time
morphs differently when you are
among the dead. What felt like a
few days? Was seventy years. I was
over 180 by the time I set sail back
to my homeland. But by then, the
world had changed quite a lot. My
family was gone, their name seemingly
erased by time. Merponies were fewer
and further between than they had ever
been, and my old docks in the South-
west sea were gone, destroyed, or
eroded with time. In anger I may have,
or may not have, pillaged several houses
and small groupings of cities along the
coastline, gathering a collection of wine
casks, jewelry, coins, and gems for my
crew to enjoy. Around this time I heard
about the new rulers of Paledon, and
that the once whole kingdom
was divided into two ▬▬♦♦♦▬▬▬▬▬▬
catalina wrote:A little information on undead
minions. They love shiny
things, and while they do
retain some of their humanity?
They are very thirsty for
blood. If you present them with
the opportunity to attack, make
feast on the living, they'll take
the opportunity without question.
Kind of like dogs, how loyal they
are... My own creation too! Well,
maybe the only downside is the
smell. Ghosts just smell like ..
sulphur, and musk. Rotting wood
and damp leaves. Old, nasty,
kind of like Grimdawn. With him
in mind, I'd wonder what he'd
think of me now... If he still has
a brain, with that void muddling
his senses and reasons. Pathetic
worm. It doesn't matter what he
would think. I am a Queen among
the Dead, I am living higher than
his highest dreams could reach.
And I want to rub his nose in it
until his skin is worn down to
bone and I see the fear
flare in his eyes before I snuff
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Catalina, after another twenty years,
made the decision to finally pursue her
son. It wasn't that she didn't want to
find him, the desire never left her
heart and mind, but she couldn't. She
had grown rather notorious in the
regions she wanted to land, close to
the Werwild, and she couldn't find
the room for her massive Frigate to
dock. This tore her apart inside, leaving
her son to fend for himself with his
father for so many decades angered
her beyond belief. But she couldn't have
known that Grimdawn had preserved her
son in the Voidal Pond at End's Grove until
ten years prior, when he allowed the boy
to age naturally til' 26. She couldn't have
known that Grimdawn grew jealous
of her child, that Divine's Death would
become the true Shadow Prince, that
he would be left wounded, stranded in
Eastern Paledon with no perception of
direction, or where he even was headed
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