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Prisila's father was always known for his love of the high seas. Rarely was he at port and if he could have his feet on the deck of his ship then that was where he'd be, such is the joy of being the seventh son. He would inherit nothing but his father's keen sense of sailing, his love of women and his powerful physique. So it's no surprise that his daughter would be born to an Eurusi mother in the hull of his cog. Even worse was the fact that her birth was relatively unknown until they berthed, three years later. As a result, there were whispers about her legitimacy and whether or not this woman who had died at sea was actually of noble blood at all. Such a thing isn't always easy to shake and throughout her childhood it was a running theme. 'Sila was never one for staying on land, some say it's because she was born at sea while others would point out the never ending similarities between father and daughter. After all she was his favorite daughter and her sister never quite got past that, which formed a rift between them that was too difficult to mend. When she was deemed old enough the Seraceni corsair took up her sword, bow and leathers and took to the sea and no one could blame her for the escape. Only when she had a plethora of new tales to tell or scars to show off did she return to port, the latter being rarer than the former. Still, every noblewoman realizes they have a duty and so she married to satisfy her familial obligations and bore a daughter soon after. Prisila's husband was a terrible drunk and a gambler and often found himself waking up in an alley reeking of cheap wine and rum, so it was no surprise when the man ended up dead in the Murder -- ironic but not unusual. The Iron Guard figured that one out pretty quickly, you can only shirk your debts for so long before someone comes to collect. Whether this incident or the difficulties 'Sila had with staying out of trouble were simply too much she took to the open seas and didn't return for ten years. Her family grieved, friends mourned and even her daughter believed her dead. So it's easy to see why everyone might be so surprised to hear that the prodigal daughter has returned after all those long years. Prisila arrived in time it seemed or her father hung on all those years for his cherished daughter to return before he died. Some might see this to be a blessing but still she reels from the startling deathbed confession of her mother, an impossibly beautiful woman who was not quite as dead as she had always believed.

'Sila is swarthy skinned in the summers and pale of skin during winter. She is statuesque yet filled out in delightful proportions, her body is well toned and the muscles beneath are lean and subtle. Voluminous chocolate curls cascade down around her shoulders, wafting the delicate aroma of honeysuckle. Almond shaped eyes the color of clear blue water sit above high cheek bones and flit to and fro, demonstrative of her keen perceptions and constant ability to notice the little things. White ink tattoos of prodigal make adorn her body with various arcane symbols and names in the flowing Eurusi script. Her ears are pierced many times and she often wears earcuffs, dangerous looking accessories and practical but alluring attire to accentuate her sharp, predatory beauty.

Prisila is a free spirit and possesses a cunning that might be easy to miss. Effortlessly flirtatious and often seeking mischievous ends, this adventuress is a lover of pranks. Despite her fun loving, easy going nature there is great cunning and purpose behind her actions. Anything for a laugh or clever as 'Cella are oft used phrases when describing the charming corsair.