Carys Wynn
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An unlikely pirate, Carys Wynn was one of very few survivors of a curse that destroyed her Welsh village and escaped inevitable doom with the help of what would be come her captain and partner Rhagfyr Llyw.

Together, Carys, Rhafgyr and a few other survivors of Anglesey found success and adventure in the form of piracy. They and their two ships, the Psygod and the Sglodion, have made their way north to Dornie, in an arrangement that benefits Lucien Bassingthwaighte and the Rowntrees. The pirates will help to patrol Dornie's water and neighboring shores while also making voyages to more distant waters to find what riches the ocean and its vessels hold.


Info

Full Name: Carys Wynn
Age: 25
Hair: Light brown
Eyes: Green

Status: Alive
Occupation: Pirate — First Mate
Origin: Wales
Allegiance: Rowntree

First Seen: [[Not Alone]]
Last Seen:

Description:

At about 5'2", this young woman could be anywhere from mid-teens through late twenties. Her skin and a mop of curly hair have a golden touch from spending many days in the sun — her complexion darker than what would naturally be a pale hue, and her hair a sunkissed auburn brighter than would likely be a darker brown should she spend more days indoors. Touching on golden, too, are her catlike, wideset eyes that fall somewhere between olive green and a tawny brown, depending on the light, her apparel, and the eye of her beholder. Her face is sharply heart-shaped, coming to a pointed chin, above which a full cupid's-bow mouth softens the angle of her jaw and steep slant of a narrow nose.

Her apparel tends toward the practical side — breeches, boots, and linen shirts, though from time to time she may dress in more feminine apparel if it serves her purpose or her whim.

Family:

  • Dougery Wynn Presumed Dead — Brother
  • Emrys Wynn † — Brother
  • Padrig Wynn † — Brother
  • Sheena Wynn †— Mother
  • Gareth Wynn Presumed Dead — Father

Portrayed by: Felicity Jones


History

There was little early on in Carys Wynn’s life that would suggest the horrors she would see later. Sure, life was far from easy in the little fishing village of Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch (or just Llanfair, if you’re short on breath), but Carys was the youngest child and only daughter of the town’s gunsmith and one of the town’s seamstresses. She was doted on by her parents who treated her like a little princess, but if she wanted to play her brothers’ games, Carys learned early she had to keep up. She was taught her mother’s trade, the expectation that she’d work in the seamstress shop as would be “proper” for a girl, but every spare moment, she was out climbing trees and hunting small game with her brothers, becoming the best shot among them, whether with a rifle or a bow and arrow. So nearly two decades past; by the time Carys was 18, she lived a sort of dual life of being a shop girl and seamstress by weekday, a hunter by weekend. Life was, if not always easy, pleasant enough between the dangers of living in a small village in these times.

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But, the island of Anglesey had been sought out; its settlement was prosperous enough that it had drawn the attention of a mage with a malevolent and powerful brand of magic. What looked like a treasure chest was buried in a farmer’s field that would soon be plowed. Chained and locked intricately, even warded by magic, they felt sure it held something of great value and enlisted the aid of the villagers of Llanfair. At last, they pried open the chest, expecting treasure, but instead, it was a Pandora’s box of sorts. Some curse was unleashed — later, Carys was told by another survivor much later, a black, teeming cloud spread across the crowd; whomever it touched seemed to lose their mind and humanity; their eyes glowed yellow and their spirits were filled with nothing but rage and an intent to destroy those who were untouched by the curse.

Within hours, the village was abandoned; those who had not been cursed were killed by the “Husks” — what Carys would eventually come to call those afflicted — or had fled via boats for the mainland. Carys herself had been out hunting, alone, and by the time she returned to the town, it was as if a massacre had taken place. The streets were littered with the dead, and she didn’t know what had happened. She came upon the corpses of her mother and one of her brothers; they had been beaten, clawed and bitten to death; then she turned a corner and found her best friend shot in the chest. It made no sense until she saw for herself a man in the distance get taken down by two other villagers, one a small girl— when they looked her way, their eyes glowed gold like wild dogs’. She shot and killed both of them.

Carys hurried home to equip herself with a shotgun and a pistol in addition to her bow and arrow, and then to the docks to find a boat — and finding none. What she saw in the near distance was sickening — those swimming to shore on the far side were being shot before they reached dry land; the one bridge was nothing but a smoky ruin. Those on the mainland were afraid that anyone coming from the tiny island was afflicted. She was stranded, and she had no idea how many of the Husks were still alive to take her out. With the island seemingly abandoned but for herself and the Husks, it was not too hard to find food; abandoned houses held pantries full of food, and she could hunt. Still, after a few solitary weeks, she decided to make her way north to see if the rest of the island was as ruined as Llanfair — or perhaps she could find a boat that had been left behind.

While she’d been lucky so far in avoiding and evading the Husks, Carys found something terrifying in her travels — the mindless drones were patrolling in a manner of speaking, living in pockets here and there. There were more of them than she expected, and one day Carys was pursued by them and for a moment, taken down. She scrambled free and climbed up onto the roof of a building and took out as many as she could with shotgun and arrows before running out of ammunition — but there were still a dozen more, and it was only a matter of time before they figured out how to climb or she had to come down for food. One of the Husks she’d slain was of of her brothers, though she has never told anyone this. He haunts her dreams to this day.

It was then she learned she was not alone. Rhagfyr Llyw, a young man she knew only in passing, came with the proverbial guns blazing; his eagle familiar retrieving some of the arrows she’d spent for her to shut again. Together they took out the mob and then turned to the more difficult task of getting to know what might as well be be the only other person in existence, trying to piece together what had caused this destruction in their peaceful little island. Carys, a little shell-shocked from her near death, saw Rhagfyr as her savior; from that moment on, he would be the person she cared for most in the world.

A few more weeks passed before life changed again — a sail could be seen on the water north of the island. A few people came out of the woodwork to flag down the ship, but Carys and Rhagfyr were not so optimistic, given the way the swimmers had been treated. When the ship finally dropped anchor and came onto the island, the two saw the sailors gun down the few would-be-refugees and overheard the ship’s captain say to kill any survivors and loot the island. They waited until the search party moved inland before making for the boat. They found they were not alone in the plan — soon, they had a skeleton crew of other survivors who had been as cautious as they.. The group pulled up anchor and left the cursed island.

Unbeknownst to the new crew, the ship belonged to the mage who had cursed the island, and the box that had caused all the trouble was already on board, having been retrieved from the south of the island, along with anything of value from Llanfair and its closest neighbors a few days before. When he, Diego, returned to shore and found himself abandoned on the very island he had ruined, he hurled a curse at the retreating ship — one that its new crew was oblivious to, but would bear the consequences of soon enough.

The crew quickly adapted to life on a ship — survival of the fittest meant that each of them were skilled in some way; the ship was well stocked with valuable items from the prior captain’s exploits. These were easily sold when they made their way to Ireland, and allowed them to equip themselves for another journey — the group rather liked life on the ship and weren’t sure where or if they wanted to settle just yet. Heading south, they came across another ship that attacked their smaller vessel, apparently expecting a quick surrender, but getting a fight instead. The fledgling crew won the battle — and so their piracy began.

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With time, the crew grew larger and stronger, and were able to add more ships to their operation, working mostly in the waters of southern Europe. It was then that Diego’s curse finally caught up to them in the form of a creature they had only heard of in myths and legends — a huge wingless sea dragon with venomous breath and a powerful, lash-like tail. It began to hunt them, destroying their fourth ship and then another just a month later. The remaining two hurried back to their home port of Jersey, but when the Stoorworm caught up to them, it destroyed their port and killed many of their support crew. It was time to flee; they headed north to find a safe place to recuperate and plan. That place would be Dornie, where they sought the much storied Lucien Bassingthwaighte.

The pirates arranged for a “win-win” arrangement of sorts: with two ships — the Psygod and the Slogodion — in good shape, well-stocked and well-armed, they agreed to use one ship to help patrol the shores near Dornie for any threats to land or water, while the other ship would continue to seek bounty in more exotic waters — of course, part of whatever they pillaged would benefit both Lucien and the Rowntrees in exchange for permission and ammunition.


Personality

Unless she’s trying to pretend to be a sweet, naive girl flattering a rival pirate into giving away more information than he intends, Carys comes across as a somewhat sharp-tongued tomboy. She can be clever and witty, but from time to time, that sharpness is juxtaposed by some melancholy that falls upon her — suddenly and seemingly without cause. She will grow quiet and pensive, and only Rhagfyr at these times can shake her from the mood. These bouts of melancholy come, of course, from the horrible things she’s seen and endured in her life, including having to kill her own brother — the one secret she has never shared with Rhagfyr, though he might suspect.

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While being a pirate entails a certain ruthlessness, she is not a cruel person by nature — most of the time, she seeks not kill but instead capture or compromise with their opponents, but if she is attacked first or if her captain or crewmates’ lives or at stake, she will kill readily enough. It seems to be without remorse, but those melancholy moods may suggest otherwise.

Carys is fiercely loyal to those who she feels she owes, Rhagfyr above all else. If someone saves her life or has done her some tremendous favor, she will do what she can to protect them until and if she feels betrayed by them. Trust is important to her — if someone has lost her trust, they will know it. She will not feign friendship nor offer her protection unless it benefits her to do so.

Rarely seen except by Rhagfyr are more extreme mood swings caused by the fear she still lives with from the days on the cursed island. Being surrounded can set it into motion, as can a nightmare — those moments that bring back that feeling of utter helplessness and despair. At times like these, she is irrational, confused, hysterical until she can be calmed down. Luckily they are few and far between.


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