The Shattered Seas

Captain Jax Crow cuts a chaotic figure—tall and lean, with a slight stoop from too many nights swaying with the sea (or the bottle). His once-regal navy coat is frayed at the edges, draped loosely over a patchwork of silk scarves, stolen sashes, and tarnished medals of dubious origin. Black dreadlocks hang wild beneath a crooked tricorn hat, often adorned with mismatched feathers or bits of rope from ships he’s “liberated.” His eyes, one brown and one pale blue, always seem unfocused, as if staring into another world—or plotting something outrageous. His beard is a wiry mess, often braided in tiny, unnecessary knots. Rings clink on nearly every finger, and he moves with an unpredictable swagger that makes it hard to tell whether he’s drunk, cursed, or just playing the fool to mask a dangerous mind.

Eccentric, theatrical, and unpredictable, Jax Crow walks and talks like a man constantly on the edge of brilliance or disaster—sometimes both. Hes mostly never seen sober. He slurs when sober and when drunk, and his conversations often veer into wild metaphors, riddles, or seemingly unrelated stories that, more often than not, contain the exact solution to the problem at hand. Underneath the drunken swagger and scattered demeanor is a cunning mind that sees several moves ahead—and sideways. He rarely fights fair, but he always wins somehow.

Jax Crow’s past is a mystery wrapped in nonsense. Some say he was once an officer in the Aurelian Navy, others swear he was born at sea during a hurricane and raised by smugglers. He claims to have drunk tea with sea dragons, played dice with ghosts, and escaped death by flirting with it. What is known is that he once vanished beneath the waves during a squall—and returned days later on a barrel, wearing a crown made of driftwood and mumbling about the 'Teeth Beneath.' Since then, sailors whisper that strange things follow him—luck, curses, or something darker.