|Hair Color||Dark Brown|
|Eye Color||Vibrant Amber|
|Uncles/Aunts||Tiberius Redreef, Delia Redreef, Myrna Redreef|
|Cousins||Edward Stormbreak, Jace Redreef, Scythia Redreef|
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A short figure crowned by a short cap of dark hair, Marina’s face is writ with scars and lit with a wide, devilish smile. Rarely still, she is a dervish, all fierce strength and sturdy, stocky muscle. Her eyes are a bright, whiskeyed amber, her nose an upturned snub, her lips the softest part of her. A wicked scar lances down the side of her face, from some blade strike that once barely missed her eye.
Disciplined and firm, Marina has learned the measure of loyalty, and it requires strict adherence to codes of behavior. She values drive and ambition in others as much as she values these qualities in herself, and rewards success and obedience with warmth and return loyalty. Her sense of humor is bright and sharp, never quite abandoning her sense of the ridiculous. Beneath shields of humor and discipline, there is a soft gooey core of almost maternal warmth, a mother hen whose caring is broad and deep. But there is nothing that lures her more than a glimpse of the unknown, and of adventure.
Ember and Marina were born twins, daughtering a father who needed someone to inherit. The politics of the question were always a struggle, and it was always his plan to marry in men for the twins and ensure the continuation of the bloodline. Still, his legacy was very important to him, and both his daughters were aggressively competent, defying convention to learn to fight and sail as well as learn the social politics that were her traditional role. When her father died, he was still daughtered, and while Ember did all she could to hold the land, Marina put everything she had into winning the respect of the sailors and fighting men on the high seas.
She acted as Ember’s lieutenant throughout the power struggle surrounding their ascension to power, her strong right arm, and learned to hold her own with the toughs and seamen who dominated his fleet. It required the support and loyalty of several ships’ worth of men, as well as the discreet support of a number of the older women of the fealty, but when it was done, Marina was strongest captain and support for her sister.
Now that Ember’s rule has been solidified, the initial rebellions against her ascension crushed, Marina is free to roam again, not wholly abandoning the mantle of authority, but still freer to escape and seek adventure than the sister to whom she is entirely loyal.