Caitlin O’Shea
Human Swashbuckler (she/her)
40 something. Acrobatic build. Red hair, thick & long with white coming in, usually in a french plait down to her ass. She’s head-turningly beautiful, green eyes, cheekbones, generally gorgeous in a 1980s fantasy book way.
However; her lovely nose has been broken, her milky skin so heavily freckled they’ve amalgamated, with white squint lines around the eyes. Burn scar on the bottom right of her chin. Long rapier scar up her left cheek, stitched by a drunkard. It healed with a pinch in her eyebrow making it permanently raised. Ears notched, left ear has a human bite out of the cartilage. Missing right pre-molar, front teeth chipped. Full sleeve tattoos of brown bull kelp, masterfully executed in botanical illustration style. The right arm is unfinished.
She walks with the exact grace and attitude of a stray tomcat about to shit on your vegetables. She always smells of beer and wooden casks. A long magical knife – The Gleamdance Blade – made from transparent pixie wings (the veins of which glow gently) sits at her hip.
Cailtin’s Shadow has a mind of it’s own, come and goes, and is happier at sea than on land. She also currently has a (usually invisible) companion – a purple and pink small fey Fruitbat with half rim spectacles and a leather backpack.
