Name: Elra Black
Nickname: Grubby, so called because she's not afraid to get her hands dirty.
Appearance:
in times gone by, now she walks with a slight hunch to her.
Age: 32
Job: Cook for the last four years or so, ex boatswain
Scars/tattoos: An elongated cross-shaped scar on her left cheek below the bone, going down towards her jawline, along with many faded scratches on her limbs from battle. More notably, her back is covered in old but no less severe burn marks.
Equipment/personal weapons: A compartment in her left bracer contains a small canteen of a particularly strong alcoholic beverage, she has a quirk of carrying some form of bludgeoning device with her at all times out of battle, whether that be her hefty club or a rolling pin, which she enjoys playfully threatening people with. In times of battle you can expect her to grab as many weapons as she can, sometimes to the point where she might have a few confiscated (for the safety of the crew, of course.)
Persona: Elra exists in a constant state of drunkenness, a form of pain relief for her back. She's a strong-willed, gritty sort of individual, not afraid to run into the fray and often a bit restless to grab a piece of the action. Unfortunately due to an accident she had a few years back she's not as strong a fighter as she was, although she knows her way around a pistol or a cutlass, her nimbleness and footwork in battle tends to let her down nowadays. A few years back she was a very focused, jovial individual, although now she tends to have a bit more of a fiery temper to her, which triples when she's ashore in a port town. Her grumpiness is no doubt a result of constant pain and alcoholic influence. That being said, she has a wicked sense of humor too - and a guttural, booming laugh that is neither ladylike nor discrete. She is an eccentric individual, a bit of an oddity, and fancies herself as a bit of a storyteller. Those who have heard her weave her yarns agree that it's not quite her forte, but the sheer rediculousness of them tend to get a laugh or two - intentional or otherwise. Oh, and she likes loot. A lot.
Short Bio There was never a female role model in her life, only her father's gang of miscreants and thieves to look up to. From as soon as she could walk the lass was stealing or begging, 'helping' daddy with his schemes and poker games until one day 9-year old Elra got traded off as a prize. Elra didn't particularly like her new boss or family but as a youngster couldn't do too much about it. They were a much stronger influence over the underworld of the city and soon Elra went from being a petty thief to an A-class violent bandit, slitting the throats of those who displeased them and going on many high-risk high-reward heists. As Elra got older she found herself liking those who gave her orders less and less, and they could smell it a mile off, as she never truly did adjust to that change of hands when she was young. She was framed as the mastermind behind a few of the gang's exploits and Elra knew then that it was time to cut her losses and leg it, before she hung.
It was not shortly after, at the age of 19, that Elra found herself on a pirate ship. But this was not Nautica's Cutlass, no; it was a shamble of ex-sailors who had neither direction nor promise. Elra had always had a very strict hierarchy in her life and this sudden chaos was more than just frustrating. She tried to take charge as best she could and give the group some sort of grounding, but it was a lost cause, without any sort of ranking or order. Eventually when Elra was 26 the ship fell at sea, to a far superior pirate crew- the Nautica's Cutlass. Elra was impressed by the crew's ability and attitude, and by some twist of fate she managed to convince Captain Claudius to let her join his crew.
With a new outlook and a boss she could respect, Elra slowly crept her way up the ranks, until a run-in with boiling tar and some old acquaintances on land left 28 year old Elra with severe burns on her back. It was a long time till she recovered but the expertise of Leech and the medical crew saved her life. Unfortunately her physical state meant that she was unable to really participate in a lot of the ship's exploits for the next year, but she was determined to remain on board. It took some convincing but after a while she was given the job of Cook. At first it was amazing she could hold the job down, but now at the age of 32 her food is not only edible but delicious. Not only that, but has probably greatly increased the Crew's alcohol tolerance, judging by how much she puts in.
