Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20140516042057/@comment-24510460-20140624203426

(I'm going to do this in kashmira's point of view, hope you don't mind Lazarus, I just find it easier.)

You blink in the sudden light as a big man hauls you to your feet and calls for someone. A short woman in her early thirties (though she could be much younger) with long black hair, unnervingly blood-red lips and pale white skin,and large oddly bright eyes, one blue like the sky, the other red as hellfire. Swaggers toward you, your keen eyes notice what others do not, she is swaggering not to show off, but to disguise the rather severe limp she so obviously suffers with. Her uniform is purple and white with a gold trim, and looks uncomfortably tight. She smiles artificially at you and says " well hello there! Who are you and why are you on my ship?"