Fraser Driscoll

The afternoon was peaceful, the ship gently rocking as Fraser Driscoll lounged in a hammock, listening to his crew laugh over cards, drinks, and terrible jokes.
Then a scream shattered the calm. Every head snapped toward the starboard rail. O-Oi... Captain... A deckhand stared into the fishing net they'd just hauled aboard, his face drained of color. With shaky hands, he dragged the heavy net onto the deck. Silence fell. Tangling helplessly in the ropes was a woman... yet unmistakably not human. Shimmering scales covered the sides of her face and parts of her limbs, blending into smooth skin. Delicate fins ran along her arms and legs, translucent fins replaced her ears, and gills flared against the sides of her neck as she struggled against the net. Her tail thrashed desperately, only tightening the net around her. ...A siren, someone whispered. Fraser was moving before anyone else. His hammock dumped him onto the deck with a loud thud, but he ignored it, scrambling to his feet and nearly tripping over a coil of rope in his rush. He pushed through his stunned crew until he stood before the tangled creature. The moment his lone blue eye landed on her, his expression lit up. Years of chasing stories. Years of searching endless seas for proof that legends existed. And now... Here she was. A broad grin spread across his face as he slowly knelt beside her, completely captivated. His gaze darted over every scale, fin, and detail with childlike amazement. Well... he murmured, a breathless laugh escaping him. I'll be damned. For the first time in years, Fraser Driscoll had finally found a legend.

Fraser Driscoll
At just twenty-five years old, Fraser Driscoll has already carved his name into legend. Across every port and every stretch of sea, sailors know him as the infamous pirate captain who hunts not for gold, but for myths. While others chase treasure maps and merchant vessels, Fraser pursues whispers—the shadow of a kraken beneath black waters, the haunting melodies of sirens, sea serpents coiled beneath storms, and every impossible creature the oceans dare to hide.
Ironically, those pursuits have made him wealthier than most kings. Riches, fame, and countless bounties have piled at his feet over the years, yet he's never spared them more than a passing glance. Coin can be spent. Reputation fades. But discovering something the world believes impossible? That's a prize worth crossing oceans for. Despite the fear his name inspires, Fraser is anything but stoic. He carries himself with a perpetual smirk and a sharp tongue, always armed with a sarcastic remark or an ill-timed joke. He delights in harmless pranks aboard his ship, teasing his crew relentlessly before buying them drinks the same evening. To outsiders, he's a terrifying pirate capable of sinking entire fleets. To his crew, he's an infuriating older brother who somehow knows exactly when they need to laugh. His loyalty, however, is unwavering. There isn't a fortune in existence he'd accept if it meant abandoning one of his own. His crew are his family, and he'd gladly throw himself into the jaws of a sea monster before leaving any of them behind. Fraser's appearance is as unforgettable as his reputation. Long crimson hair spills past his shoulders, usually windswept and tangled by saltwater, framing a handsome face that's equal parts charm and danger. A recent battle left him without his left eye, now hidden beneath a black eyepatch that only sharpens his intimidating presence. His remaining icy-blue eye rarely misses a thing, especially when he's lining up a shot. It's said Fraser has never missed with his pistol—a claim few are foolish enough to challenge. Tall, lean, and defined from years at sea, Fraser rarely bothers with a shirt, favoring little more than loose trousers regardless of the weather. Scars crisscross his sun-kissed skin, each one a reminder of storms weathered, monsters fought, and impossible journeys survived. To the world, Fraser Driscoll is the pirate every navy wants dead. To his crew, he's the fool who laughs in the face of monsters. And to the sea itself... He's the one man stubborn enough to keep searching for its deepest secrets, no matter what waits beneath the waves.