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BASIC INFORMATIONName: Beaufort
Current Alias: Kallistos Beauregard Felix Harlan
Nicknames: Beau (preferred)
User: J-Haskell
Mode: Collector's
Rank/occupation: Siren - Lionfish, “travelling minstrel”
Species: Human
Ethnicity: Unknown (Xocrian & Padwellan)
Height: 5’2
Age: 30 years old
Date of Birth: April 10th, 477 A.E.D
Gender: Nonbinary
Uses he/him or they/them pronouns.
Sexuality: Bisexual
Magic: None
Runes known [0/4]: None
Potions known [0/10]: None
Location: Just about anywhere.

PERSONAL INFORMATIONPersonality:
+ [ Calm ] Although Beau might affect panic or blind excitement depending on the situation and if it suits them, he’s usually quite level-headed and calm; it takes a lot to actually get under his skin.
+ [ Adaptable ] Beau is extremely flexible and adapts quickly to changing circumstances. He was trained to be like that, after all, and time and experience have only driven those lessons home. He approaches each new situation thoughtfully and isn’t afraid to try new or somewhat unconventional tactics if need be. He does try to leave violence as a last resort, however, unless of course, he’s performing an assassination.
+ [ Charismatic ] A talker at heart, Beau loves to interact with people and has a talent for chatting others up. He quickly learned what buttons to push and what ones to avoid to get along with someone - or to get information out of them, whatever works. He’ll tailor his strategy for the situation; sometimes people are far more likely to blurt something of interest out if they’re angry than when they’re pleased, after all. Beau does prefer to get along with and be on friendly terms with most people, though.

= [ Theatric ] Beau is a performer at heart; most of his time is spent pretending to be someone else (usually a person who doesn’t exist) and he does honestly enjoy it. He has a talent for it and it’s fun, especially when he’s able to convince others that whatever persona he’s taken on is genuine.
= [ Irreligious ] Like most born and raised in the Whaletooth Archipelago, Beau doesn’t possess a strong belief in any deities or spirits, although won’t outright deny the existence of anything of the sort. Stories of haunted places and ghost ships are extremely entertaining, though, and he loves to hear them.
= [ Artful ] Beau loves all forms of art; music, literature, theatre, painting, dance. It’s all fascinating and he loves to talk with creators and craftsmen to hear all about his work. He’s great at singing and dancing themself, as well as acting, but when it comes to drawing or painting are… laughably bad, honestly. But he enjoys it anyway and takes any critique of his wonky stick figures with good humour.
= [ Playful ] Beau tends to struggle more than a bit to take anything seriously. He’s loyal to the Sirens but tends to view all of his missions more like a game than anything else.

- [ Secretive ] He’s surprisingly tight-lipped when it comes to himself. Or, well, when it comes to being honest about himself. He’s perfectly happy to tell all sorts of lies, whatever befits his current persona, but you’re never going to get a word of truth out of them about his actual history. It’s partially due to his training and for his own safety - never good to let people know you’re a Siren - and partially due to simple unwillingness to talk.
- [ Amoral ] Beau’s not really concerned with right and wrong. He doesn’t actively seek out or enjoy doing ‘bad’ things or hurting people - he isn’t a sadist - but it won’t keep them up at night, either. If he kill someone, well, he did what he had to do, either to defend themself or to follow orders.
- [ Calculating ] He’s sly and cunning, sometimes ruthlessly so. Although he almost always comes off as amicable, he’s capable of being rather cold when it comes to executing orders from the Sirens, and rarely form deep personal attachments with others, even if he acts as though he has.
- [ Superficial ] Beau is capable of slipping on and creating new personas as simply as breathing, and it’s often hard to tell what ‘version’ of them is the real one. He can change his appearance, the way he talks, and his voice at the drop of a hat. He’s incredibly talented at affecting all sorts of personalities and emotions and tends to keep his actual thoughts and feelings close to his chest. Honestly, at this point, he’s been doing this for so long he hardly knows what bits of himself are just his persona and what bits are him.

History:
Childhood (477 - 482)
Beau doesn’t recall his parents. Their names or faces, or what their voices sounded like. He assumes he had them - everyone does, for better or worse. Perhaps they were pirates. Workers in a brothel. Some useless sugar-plantation worker. Maybe even another Siren, or someone with real wealth and power. Unlikely, and Beau doesn’t want to or care to know.

But he also knows that whoever they are, they were of no consequence. His parents either died friendless and without family or simply abandoned him; it hardly matters. All that does is, from when just three years old, he lived alone in the streets of the Drifting City.

Living like that was hard. He survived, though. There were no handouts, although plenty of trash to pick through; you learned quickly to ignore the smell. What mattered was keeping fed. Sometimes Beau would get lucky and be able to steal something better; food, or money, and sometimes he’d be unlucky, and whoever he’d been planning to rob would catch them in the act and leave a mark to remember them by.

Some of the other kids showed compassion and shared, but more often than not they squabbled over scraps. The older, stronger ones bragged about having caught a Captain’s attention for a spot in a crew, and eventually, they’d vanish aboard a ship and either not return, or come back with more muscle and some proper clothes and brag.

He didn’t like those sorts, but there wasn’t anything he could do. So, he kept his head down when he had to, scavenged on rotting scraps to survive, and stole from his betters whenever he could.

By the time two years had passed and he was five years old, he was starting to get good at it. He got away with pickpocketing more often than not, and when he did get spotted, he managed to scamper off before getting slapped around. If he could keep this up for a few more years - until he was ten, at the earliest - he could do as the older kids had done and get a place on a crew, and then he could sleep somewhere safe, and not have to worry constantly about if someone would come upon him in the night and take everything he had.

It turns out his crew found him earlier than he’d expected. Although it wasn’t quite what he’d been imagining.

Perhaps a few months into 482, Beau started noticing people watching him. Shadowing him on the streets sometimes, even. It wasn’t that obvious, at least at first, but eventually, he saw the same faces in the same places once too many times and his sense for trouble - honed from two years of fending for himself - started to go off.

Beau’s first thought was he’d stolen from the wrong person. The best thing to do would be to find somewhere hidden, lie low and wait it out, he thought. He took a roundabout, long route to a spot he hadn’t used for months, hoping that it would be suitable, only to climb into the old lighthouse tower to find one of the people he’d seen earlier waiting for him.

He was beyond wary of the stranger at first, before they introduced themself as a member of the Sirens. Beau, like anyone who called the Whaletooth Archipelago home, had heard of the organization before - although had no idea why they would be following him around. They didn’t usually bother going after petty thieves. Perhaps he had stolen something of more value than he’d realized?

That train of thought was cut off when they made him an offer; from what they had observed over the past few weeks, they thought that Beau had some potential as a trainee in the Sirens. The skills he’d cultivated as a thief could be of great use as a Lionfish - a spy. Provided that he was interested, of course. He’d had questions for them, all of which were answered calmly or with a knowing smile, but when they promised a clean place to stay and food that he didn’t need to steal, Beau’s mind was made.

Siren’s Training (482 - 490)
In 482, Beau began his training as a member of the Sirens. The agent who recruited him also managed to pester a Captain into providing transport from the Drifting City to the Hotrock Hollow - Beau’s first journey by ship of any significant length - and they travelled to the Siren’s public headquarters together.

As he was settling in, Beau would meet and be introduced to dozens of people - other Sirens agents, his soon-to-be instructors, and, of course, the other trainees. He managed to make a few friends among them: Euclase, a sundrake who was more of a bookworm than anything else; a moonviper with an unpronounceably long name that everyone immediately decided to call “Hon” instead; a Dutorian named Molucca; and a Merosian named Ramona.

And so Beau began his training as a Lionfish. He and his fellow trainees were taught about the history of the Realm and their order, the varying uses of poisons and medicines, how to be charismatic and put others at ease, to lie and steal and make bribes. Their studies focused on combat and killing started off relatively gently, given that they were all rather young, and slowly grew more demanding and intense as years passed and they grew stronger.

The first time that Beau killed someone he was ten years old.

He and his friends were sent after a target in 487; the reason was not disclosed to them at the time. It was not important for them to know; the only thing that mattered to their teachers was that they were able to follow orders. The group was filled with mixed excitement and apprehension at the assignment; of the quintet, only Hon claimed to have killed someone before, with ‘their own fangs’, though no one really believed them. They were, understandably, nervous - though also excited that they were trusted enough to be given a job.

In the end, after much preparation, the job went off… fine. There were no daring escapes or near-misses or dramatic duels, just Molucca and Euclase distracting the older, drunk shipwrecker they had been sent to kill while Hon gave Beau a boost so he could slip the poison they’d been given into the dragon’s drink. No one paid the drunkard much mind when they passed out a few minutes later, never to wake again, in a pool of their own drool, or to the small group of children who departed only moments afterward.

They were congratulated for their success, quizzed on what they had done, and for the most part, things went back to normal. If Beau saw the shipwrecker’s face in his dreams for a few nights after, he spoke of it to no one.

After that, they would be sent on a few more missions between their increasingly more challenging classes, sometimes together and sometimes on their own. The jobs ranged from assassinations to thefts to sending messages or slipping things into certain people’s pockets. Beau was never surprised how little most paid attention to children, and quickly gained a talent for sleight of hand and using poisons to kill. It was around this time that Beau began to take a strong interest in music; he’d always liked to sing, but after being assigned to assist an older Lionfish who’d taken up a secondary career as a musician, he became enraptured with it… and may have pilfered an instrument or two on his way back to the Hotrock Hollow.

In 489 Beau and their fellow Lionfish-to-bes’ training culminated in the ultimate test of their abilities; to find their way through the Blacksea Caverns and to the true headquarters of the Sirens. As neither he, Hon, Molucca, Ramona or Euclase could breathe underwater, they were understandably all rather… nervous about the coming test of their abilities. They scattered across the Hollow and the surrounding islands of the Whaletooth Archipelago, each pursuing their own preparations, occasionally working together to share supplies and some ideas.

For Beau’s part, he pursued two leads; any information he could find on the Caverns themselves, and means by which he might be able to hold his breath long enough to find his way through them. He had heard of - and even used on one occasion for a prank - potions that allowed an individual to breathe underwater, and decided the best use of his time would be to find an alchemist willing to work with him. After hearing Beau’s reasoning for needing potions - a story about underwater wrecks that they crafted to avoid revealing their association with the Sirens - the alchemist suggested a… more permanent solution to their problem.

Living surrounded by water as they were in the Archipelago was hard when one was unable to breathe underwater, or unable to swim with the natural proficiency of a shipwrecker; Beau was not the only one who had come to this alchemist with such problems. They showed him a different kind of potion; one that would cause mutations that would allow him to be better suited to the underwater world and not need to worry about drinking potions to avoid drowning.

Beau was somewhat hesitant at first, but seeing the difference in cost between the single potion and the dozens of sea brews he would need to acquire to stave off drowning, he reluctantly accepted the potion. Before returning to the Hotrock Hollow, he purchased a small glowing runestone from a different vendor. He made some final preparations and gathered what he would need to be comfortable, then downed the potion and locked himself in his rooms for the period that followed.

The first night was so bad that Beau was convinced that he had been poisoned, but no antidotes or amount of water helped. His throat and stomach burned, and he awoke the next morning so paralyzed with pain rippling down his spine that he could barely drag himself out of bed. What had seemed like a pragmatic decision at the time now felt foolish and impulsive. Itchy rashes formed in patches on each side of his neck, and the pain in his tailbone only grew as the second day came to a close as a… tail started to emerge.

In all, it took a week before the mutations settled down, in which Beau claimed that he was studying some boring old manuscripts about local aquatic life and didn’t want to be disturbed, no Hon, not even to share secrets. Come back later. By the end, Beau had not died and instead grown a set of interesting new features that were as the alchemist had promised. The tail, which had begun blobby and ugly, had lengthened and resembled that of a tiger shark’s. Beau had not really wanted a tail, but it would be useful for making his way through the Blacksea Caverns. His neck was now slitted with pinkish gills, something that Beau was eager to try out… in the safety of his bath.

They appeared to be functional, though the sensation of inhaling through his neck and water bubbling back out was… odd. Even more when he tested it again the next day in the ocean and winced at the sting of saltwater against the still tender skin. The tail was harder to use than he’d expected as well, and he was more prone to throwing himself violently in a random direction when he tried to swim with it than actually end up going anywhere he’d meant to.

He needed more time to adjust. But with the week that he had lost to the mutation’s effects, Beau had only a handful of days left to prepare.

Allowing the others to draw what conclusions they would about his changed appearance, Beau spent those last few days frantically split between doing last preparations, catching up with the others, and whenever he could get time alone, trying to adjust to his new features.

And then the day of the final test was upon him. Beau watched the others vanish under the waves one by one before him before taking his own turn. He checked that he had not dropped or forgotten anything, then, with a cheerful salute to his friends and instructors, plunged beneath the waves and approached the black maw that was the mouth of the Blacksea Caverns.

He spent hours in those caves, with only the light of a small runic trinket he’d bought more than a week ago to guide him. The cold, salty water of the cave stung against his gills, but they worked, allowing him to breathe underwater as he tried various paths through the tunnels. Beau came upon more than a few dead ends before he saw warm light in the passage ahead of him and emerged out from the Blacksea Caverns and into the Siren’s true headquarters, now a fully-fledged Lionfish.

Euclase had gone in before him, but Beau found no sign of the bookworm in the hall above. Beau frowned, trying to remember what sort of preparations his friend had made, but… well. In those last frantic days before their final trial, he’d been too preoccupied with his own troubles to pay much attention to what the others had been planning. After accepting a towel, a change of clothes, and hot food, Beau settled down by the entrance to the caverns and waited.

Only Hon and Ramona would emerge from the black waters, each somehow managing to splash him as they climbed out. Although they waited together for the others, and then in shifts as days passed and their duties as full Sirens called them elsewhere, Euclase and Molucca never reached the surface again. Eventually, after a week, they were forced to admit that they were not coming back.

In the year that followed, Beau threw himself into his work as a Siren, conducting small missions and assassinations across the Whaletooth Archipelago.

The Xocrium Mission (491 - 499)
Beau was sent out on his first major assignment in 491; to infiltrate Xocrian society and enact whatever orders he received while there. He accepted the mission eagerly; it was a dangerous task, but that made it all the more exciting for him.

He set out from the Archipelago on a pirate ship, a frequent raider of Xocrian shores, that was captained by someone the Sirens wanted dead. Beau sabotaged the ship when they neared shore and, as it caught fire and hours later exploded, jumped ship and made his way to shore, washing up by White Harbour looking a mess.

Beau was only fourteen at the time and immediately won the guards over with a horror story of having been captured by horrid shipwrecker pirates and stolen from his family for years. His youth and ready tears sold his story, and soon enough he found himself the subject of pity, ending up in one of the city’s orphanages - a novel and almost amusing concept compared to what he’d gone through as a young kid - while the Xocrian coast guard searched for his parents.

Obviously, they found nothing, and Beau was allowed to stay in the orphanage in Xocrium. Just like that, he’d completed the first stage of his mission.

He knew that just existing in Xocrium wasn’t going to be enough, however, and focused on ‘getting adopted’, preferably by someone powerful, and eventually wormed his way into the hearts of the heads of the Morning family, a wealthy and influential noble house of traders from the city of Grand Harbour.

One condition was that he take on a proper Xocrian name, and follow their instructions on how to conduct himself and what career to take on. Beau had no issue with any of that - if anything it would help his cover - and immediately took on the name “Jude Morning”.

“Jude” was enrolled into the local knight’s academy starting in 493, and excelled in most of the classes; he’d already been through similar, in many aspects more brutal and rigorous, training with the Sirens. What he wasn’t already familiar with he practiced ceaselessly until he could keep up with or surpass his fellow students.

His first jobs arrived at this time; destroying supplies shipped in from Dutoria meant to be sent to the front lines on the border with Padwell, as well as stealing documents that would tell the Sirens what other ships were expected with what supplies, so they could… redirect them, forcefully, to those in greater need.

Between 493 and the declaration of peace in 494, Beau squeezed in Siren’s missions between classes as best he could, and no one appeared to be the wiser to all the strange accidents in the warehouses.

After peace was declared the missions became more infrequent, and mostly focused on spying and stealing ship’s manifests until just before he was due to graduate as a knight in 496, he was tasked to assassinate someone.

It was hardly the first time, although it would be his first kill in Xocrium. He’d have to be careful.

It was some haughty dragonslayer who’d killed a few shipwrecker Captains too many… and a family friend to the Mornings. It was easy enough to wait for a dinner where the person was invited, and easier still to slip some poison into their food; it wouldn't kill them immediately, and would instead set in sometime in the night when they were fast asleep, leaving none the wiser.

It went perfectly to plan. He felt perhaps a touch of remorse upon seeing his “parents’” aggrieved reaction to the news, but, well. He was a Siren; it was his job. They would never find out that it was him, after all, so there was no need to be concerned.

Not long after that, Beau was sent to the border to serve with Xocrium’s military. Although peace had been officially declared two years ago, it seemed in reality not much had changed. He carried out a few other assassinations over the years, as well as supplying the Sirens with information in regular reports. It was easy, near the body; all he needed to do was examine the victims of Redwing attacks, and then mimic their tactics so that the blame for whatever targets he took out could be placed on them. He mostly went after targets the Sirens pointed them towards, although took a few paid jobs for wealthy Xocrian locals. The family embarrassment for a noble house here, someone who knew a bit too much about a smuggling ring there - few and far between, but enough for Beau to make a comfortable enough income.

His luck ran out in 499 and the Division caught him after his most recent mission. Beau would later learn that another Siren had tipped them off, but at the time hadn’t expected the ambush in the least. He managed to escape from the cell that he’d been locked in after the arrest, and set out to learn how they had found him out.

When he discovered it was another agent, he was shocked - but dealt with them quickly, before leaving behind Xocrium, heading north and away from danger.

Wandering (499 - 504)
After the incident in Xocrium, Beau waited until he was all the way in Meros before re-establishing contact with the Sirens, just in case. He didn’t want to risk giving that away if someone followed him.

While awaiting transport back to the Archipelago, Beau would do a few more jobs for the Sirens, and then leave Theavia for the time being. Since then he’s wandered the Realm doing various work for his employers, and has adopted the guise of a ‘wandering bard’ named Kallistos Beauregard Felix Harlan in recent years.

(I’ll expand on this at some point I just,,, really need him done).

Recent History (505 Onwards)
Will be updated as Beau’s story progresses.

RELATIONSHIPSCleo the Inaurate: A fellow Lionfish with an excellent sense of humour. As Beau was away on their mission in Xocrium when they were recruited, he only met them quite a few years into their work as part of the Sirens. It’s always nice to see a friendly face - or mask - in the field.

Gunkanjima: Beau first met Gunkanjima at the Hotrock Hollow; their years in training overlapped just long enough for Beau to become acquainted with the older Lionfish. Finds them pleasant enough, though perhaps is just the slightest bit amused at how short the dragon is.

Leviathan “Levi”: Another Lionfish Beau encountered in training. Finds him excellent to talk with, even if some of his habits could be considered disconcerting by some.

Loki: Yet another Lionfish he trained alongside. Thinks that he’s a bit grumpy, but then, given what happened to Minke… perhaps it’s earned. Either way, someone who Beau can rely upon when he needs an extra hand.

Aero: Encountered the windwyrm a few years back while on a job in Cyr. Found them to be a very engaging conversation partner.

Blue: Aside from his instructors while training to become a Lionfish, and the family who took him in while he was spying in Xocrium - and how much do they really count - Beau had never had a true parental figure and as a result he sometimes isn’t sure how to feel about the giant northern shipwrecker who seems determined to mother everything in sight. Oh, he always acts charming and gracious, but more often than not he’s just confused.

EXTRASRumours/Reputation:
As the minstrel Kallistos Beauregard Felix Harlan:
An extremely curious and friendly traveller with a love for all kinds of music - as well as dancing, if they’re in the mood for it - that will happily talk for hours with just about anyone. Comes off as more than a little air-headed at times, but somehow always seems to be able to get themself out of trouble.

In the Sirens:
A competent and loyal Lionfish agent, if a bit… over-the-top and theatric at times. Especially when it comes to how they dress. Modesty? No thanks.

Voice claim: TBA
Moodboard: TBA
Theme song: TBA

Family: Beau doesn’t remember his family, but that doesn’t bother him much.

Extra notes:
Mutation notes:
Has patches of rough, shark-like skin on his cheeks, around his gills, and along his tail.
Can breathe underwater.
Misc. character details
Has an odd accent with different vocal quirks picked up from different countries; difficult to tell where he’s from just by voice alone.
Hates cold weather. Thought snow sounded pretty… until he had to walk in it.
Favourite season is fall.
Left-handed.
Store items:
x1 Magical Mutation (shark)

Credit to: character, art & design by J-Haskell

Description
BASIC INFORMATIONName: Beaufort
Current Alias: Kallistos Beauregard Felix Harlan
Nicknames: Beau (preferred)
User: J-Haskell
Mode: Collector's
Rank/occupation: Siren - Lionfish, “travelling minstrel”
Species: Human
Ethnicity: Unknown (Xocrian & Padwellan)
Height: 5’2
Age: 30 years old
Date of Birth: April 10th, 477 A.E.D
Gender: Nonbinary
Uses he/him or they/them pronouns.
Sexuality: Bisexual
Magic: None
Runes known [0/4]: None
Potions known [0/10]: None
Location: Just about anywhere.

PERSONAL INFORMATIONPersonality:
+ [ Calm ] Although Beau might affect panic or blind excitement depending on the situation and if it suits them, he’s usually quite level-headed and calm; it takes a lot to actually get under his skin.
+ [ Adaptable ] Beau is extremely flexible and adapts quickly to changing circumstances. He was trained to be like that, after all, and time and experience have only driven those lessons home. He approaches each new situation thoughtfully and isn’t afraid to try new or somewhat unconventional tactics if need be. He does try to leave violence as a last resort, however, unless of course, he’s performing an assassination.
+ [ Charismatic ] A talker at heart, Beau loves to interact with people and has a talent for chatting others up. He quickly learned what buttons to push and what ones to avoid to get along with someone - or to get information out of them, whatever works. He’ll tailor his strategy for the situation; sometimes people are far more likely to blurt something of interest out if they’re angry than when they’re pleased, after all. Beau does prefer to get along with and be on friendly terms with most people, though.

= [ Theatric ] Beau is a performer at heart; most of his time is spent pretending to be someone else (usually a person who doesn’t exist) and he does honestly enjoy it. He has a talent for it and it’s fun, especially when he’s able to convince others that whatever persona he’s taken on is genuine.
= [ Irreligious ] Like most born and raised in the Whaletooth Archipelago, Beau doesn’t possess a strong belief in any deities or spirits, although won’t outright deny the existence of anything of the sort. Stories of haunted places and ghost ships are extremely entertaining, though, and he loves to hear them.
= [ Artful ] Beau loves all forms of art; music, literature, theatre, painting, dance. It’s all fascinating and he loves to talk with creators and craftsmen to hear all about his work. He’s great at singing and dancing themself, as well as acting, but when it comes to drawing or painting are… laughably bad, honestly. But he enjoys it anyway and takes any critique of his wonky stick figures with good humour.
= [ Playful ] Beau tends to struggle more than a bit to take anything seriously. He’s loyal to the Sirens but tends to view all of his missions more like a game than anything else.

- [ Secretive ] He’s surprisingly tight-lipped when it comes to himself. Or, well, when it comes to being honest about himself. He’s perfectly happy to tell all sorts of lies, whatever befits his current persona, but you’re never going to get a word of truth out of them about his actual history. It’s partially due to his training and for his own safety - never good to let people know you’re a Siren - and partially due to simple unwillingness to talk.
- [ Amoral ] Beau’s not really concerned with right and wrong. He doesn’t actively seek out or enjoy doing ‘bad’ things or hurting people - he isn’t a sadist - but it won’t keep them up at night, either. If he kill someone, well, he did what he had to do, either to defend themself or to follow orders.
- [ Calculating ] He’s sly and cunning, sometimes ruthlessly so. Although he almost always comes off as amicable, he’s capable of being rather cold when it comes to executing orders from the Sirens, and rarely form deep personal attachments with others, even if he acts as though he has.
- [ Superficial ] Beau is capable of slipping on and creating new personas as simply as breathing, and it’s often hard to tell what ‘version’ of them is the real one. He can change his appearance, the way he talks, and his voice at the drop of a hat. He’s incredibly talented at affecting all sorts of personalities and emotions and tends to keep his actual thoughts and feelings close to his chest. Honestly, at this point, he’s been doing this for so long he hardly knows what bits of himself are just his persona and what bits are him.

History:
Childhood (477 - 482)
Beau doesn’t recall his parents. Their names or faces, or what their voices sounded like. He assumes he had them - everyone does, for better or worse. Perhaps they were pirates. Workers in a brothel. Some useless sugar-plantation worker. Maybe even another Siren, or someone with real wealth and power. Unlikely, and Beau doesn’t want to or care to know.

But he also knows that whoever they are, they were of no consequence. His parents either died friendless and without family or simply abandoned him; it hardly matters. All that does is, from when just three years old, he lived alone in the streets of the Drifting City.

Living like that was hard. He survived, though. There were no handouts, although plenty of trash to pick through; you learned quickly to ignore the smell. What mattered was keeping fed. Sometimes Beau would get lucky and be able to steal something better; food, or money, and sometimes he’d be unlucky, and whoever he’d been planning to rob would catch them in the act and leave a mark to remember them by.

Some of the other kids showed compassion and shared, but more often than not they squabbled over scraps. The older, stronger ones bragged about having caught a Captain’s attention for a spot in a crew, and eventually, they’d vanish aboard a ship and either not return, or come back with more muscle and some proper clothes and brag.

He didn’t like those sorts, but there wasn’t anything he could do. So, he kept his head down when he had to, scavenged on rotting scraps to survive, and stole from his betters whenever he could.

By the time two years had passed and he was five years old, he was starting to get good at it. He got away with pickpocketing more often than not, and when he did get spotted, he managed to scamper off before getting slapped around. If he could keep this up for a few more years - until he was ten, at the earliest - he could do as the older kids had done and get a place on a crew, and then he could sleep somewhere safe, and not have to worry constantly about if someone would come upon him in the night and take everything he had.

It turns out his crew found him earlier than he’d expected. Although it wasn’t quite what he’d been imagining.

Perhaps a few months into 482, Beau started noticing people watching him. Shadowing him on the streets sometimes, even. It wasn’t that obvious, at least at first, but eventually, he saw the same faces in the same places once too many times and his sense for trouble - honed from two years of fending for himself - started to go off.

Beau’s first thought was he’d stolen from the wrong person. The best thing to do would be to find somewhere hidden, lie low and wait it out, he thought. He took a roundabout, long route to a spot he hadn’t used for months, hoping that it would be suitable, only to climb into the old lighthouse tower to find one of the people he’d seen earlier waiting for him.

He was beyond wary of the stranger at first, before they introduced themself as a member of the Sirens. Beau, like anyone who called the Whaletooth Archipelago home, had heard of the organization before - although had no idea why they would be following him around. They didn’t usually bother going after petty thieves. Perhaps he had stolen something of more value than he’d realized?

That train of thought was cut off when they made him an offer; from what they had observed over the past few weeks, they thought that Beau had some potential as a trainee in the Sirens. The skills he’d cultivated as a thief could be of great use as a Lionfish - a spy. Provided that he was interested, of course. He’d had questions for them, all of which were answered calmly or with a knowing smile, but when they promised a clean place to stay and food that he didn’t need to steal, Beau’s mind was made.

Siren’s Training (482 - 490)
In 482, Beau began his training as a member of the Sirens. The agent who recruited him also managed to pester a Captain into providing transport from the Drifting City to the Hotrock Hollow - Beau’s first journey by ship of any significant length - and they travelled to the Siren’s public headquarters together.

As he was settling in, Beau would meet and be introduced to dozens of people - other Sirens agents, his soon-to-be instructors, and, of course, the other trainees. He managed to make a few friends among them: Euclase, a sundrake who was more of a bookworm than anything else; a moonviper with an unpronounceably long name that everyone immediately decided to call “Hon” instead; a Dutorian named Molucca; and a Merosian named Ramona.

And so Beau began his training as a Lionfish. He and his fellow trainees were taught about the history of the Realm and their order, the varying uses of poisons and medicines, how to be charismatic and put others at ease, to lie and steal and make bribes. Their studies focused on combat and killing started off relatively gently, given that they were all rather young, and slowly grew more demanding and intense as years passed and they grew stronger.

The first time that Beau killed someone he was ten years old.

He and his friends were sent after a target in 487; the reason was not disclosed to them at the time. It was not important for them to know; the only thing that mattered to their teachers was that they were able to follow orders. The group was filled with mixed excitement and apprehension at the assignment; of the quintet, only Hon claimed to have killed someone before, with ‘their own fangs’, though no one really believed them. They were, understandably, nervous - though also excited that they were trusted enough to be given a job.

In the end, after much preparation, the job went off… fine. There were no daring escapes or near-misses or dramatic duels, just Molucca and Euclase distracting the older, drunk shipwrecker they had been sent to kill while Hon gave Beau a boost so he could slip the poison they’d been given into the dragon’s drink. No one paid the drunkard much mind when they passed out a few minutes later, never to wake again, in a pool of their own drool, or to the small group of children who departed only moments afterward.

They were congratulated for their success, quizzed on what they had done, and for the most part, things went back to normal. If Beau saw the shipwrecker’s face in his dreams for a few nights after, he spoke of it to no one.

After that, they would be sent on a few more missions between their increasingly more challenging classes, sometimes together and sometimes on their own. The jobs ranged from assassinations to thefts to sending messages or slipping things into certain people’s pockets. Beau was never surprised how little most paid attention to children, and quickly gained a talent for sleight of hand and using poisons to kill. It was around this time that Beau began to take a strong interest in music; he’d always liked to sing, but after being assigned to assist an older Lionfish who’d taken up a secondary career as a musician, he became enraptured with it… and may have pilfered an instrument or two on his way back to the Hotrock Hollow.

In 489 Beau and their fellow Lionfish-to-bes’ training culminated in the ultimate test of their abilities; to find their way through the Blacksea Caverns and to the true headquarters of the Sirens. As neither he, Hon, Molucca, Ramona or Euclase could breathe underwater, they were understandably all rather… nervous about the coming test of their abilities. They scattered across the Hollow and the surrounding islands of the Whaletooth Archipelago, each pursuing their own preparations, occasionally working together to share supplies and some ideas.

For Beau’s part, he pursued two leads; any information he could find on the Caverns themselves, and means by which he might be able to hold his breath long enough to find his way through them. He had heard of - and even used on one occasion for a prank - potions that allowed an individual to breathe underwater, and decided the best use of his time would be to find an alchemist willing to work with him. After hearing Beau’s reasoning for needing potions - a story about underwater wrecks that they crafted to avoid revealing their association with the Sirens - the alchemist suggested a… more permanent solution to their problem.

Living surrounded by water as they were in the Archipelago was hard when one was unable to breathe underwater, or unable to swim with the natural proficiency of a shipwrecker; Beau was not the only one who had come to this alchemist with such problems. They showed him a different kind of potion; one that would cause mutations that would allow him to be better suited to the underwater world and not need to worry about drinking potions to avoid drowning.

Beau was somewhat hesitant at first, but seeing the difference in cost between the single potion and the dozens of sea brews he would need to acquire to stave off drowning, he reluctantly accepted the potion. Before returning to the Hotrock Hollow, he purchased a small glowing runestone from a different vendor. He made some final preparations and gathered what he would need to be comfortable, then downed the potion and locked himself in his rooms for the period that followed.

The first night was so bad that Beau was convinced that he had been poisoned, but no antidotes or amount of water helped. His throat and stomach burned, and he awoke the next morning so paralyzed with pain rippling down his spine that he could barely drag himself out of bed. What had seemed like a pragmatic decision at the time now felt foolish and impulsive. Itchy rashes formed in patches on each side of his neck, and the pain in his tailbone only grew as the second day came to a close as a… tail started to emerge.

In all, it took a week before the mutations settled down, in which Beau claimed that he was studying some boring old manuscripts about local aquatic life and didn’t want to be disturbed, no Hon, not even to share secrets. Come back later. By the end, Beau had not died and instead grown a set of interesting new features that were as the alchemist had promised. The tail, which had begun blobby and ugly, had lengthened and resembled that of a tiger shark’s. Beau had not really wanted a tail, but it would be useful for making his way through the Blacksea Caverns. His neck was now slitted with pinkish gills, something that Beau was eager to try out… in the safety of his bath.

They appeared to be functional, though the sensation of inhaling through his neck and water bubbling back out was… odd. Even more when he tested it again the next day in the ocean and winced at the sting of saltwater against the still tender skin. The tail was harder to use than he’d expected as well, and he was more prone to throwing himself violently in a random direction when he tried to swim with it than actually end up going anywhere he’d meant to.

He needed more time to adjust. But with the week that he had lost to the mutation’s effects, Beau had only a handful of days left to prepare.

Allowing the others to draw what conclusions they would about his changed appearance, Beau spent those last few days frantically split between doing last preparations, catching up with the others, and whenever he could get time alone, trying to adjust to his new features.

And then the day of the final test was upon him. Beau watched the others vanish under the waves one by one before him before taking his own turn. He checked that he had not dropped or forgotten anything, then, with a cheerful salute to his friends and instructors, plunged beneath the waves and approached the black maw that was the mouth of the Blacksea Caverns.

He spent hours in those caves, with only the light of a small runic trinket he’d bought more than a week ago to guide him. The cold, salty water of the cave stung against his gills, but they worked, allowing him to breathe underwater as he tried various paths through the tunnels. Beau came upon more than a few dead ends before he saw warm light in the passage ahead of him and emerged out from the Blacksea Caverns and into the Siren’s true headquarters, now a fully-fledged Lionfish.

Euclase had gone in before him, but Beau found no sign of the bookworm in the hall above. Beau frowned, trying to remember what sort of preparations his friend had made, but… well. In those last frantic days before their final trial, he’d been too preoccupied with his own troubles to pay much attention to what the others had been planning. After accepting a towel, a change of clothes, and hot food, Beau settled down by the entrance to the caverns and waited.

Only Hon and Ramona would emerge from the black waters, each somehow managing to splash him as they climbed out. Although they waited together for the others, and then in shifts as days passed and their duties as full Sirens called them elsewhere, Euclase and Molucca never reached the surface again. Eventually, after a week, they were forced to admit that they were not coming back.

In the year that followed, Beau threw himself into his work as a Siren, conducting small missions and assassinations across the Whaletooth Archipelago.

The Xocrium Mission (491 - 499)
Beau was sent out on his first major assignment in 491; to infiltrate Xocrian society and enact whatever orders he received while there. He accepted the mission eagerly; it was a dangerous task, but that made it all the more exciting for him.

He set out from the Archipelago on a pirate ship, a frequent raider of Xocrian shores, that was captained by someone the Sirens wanted dead. Beau sabotaged the ship when they neared shore and, as it caught fire and hours later exploded, jumped ship and made his way to shore, washing up by White Harbour looking a mess.

Beau was only fourteen at the time and immediately won the guards over with a horror story of having been captured by horrid shipwrecker pirates and stolen from his family for years. His youth and ready tears sold his story, and soon enough he found himself the subject of pity, ending up in one of the city’s orphanages - a novel and almost amusing concept compared to what he’d gone through as a young kid - while the Xocrian coast guard searched for his parents.

Obviously, they found nothing, and Beau was allowed to stay in the orphanage in Xocrium. Just like that, he’d completed the first stage of his mission.

He knew that just existing in Xocrium wasn’t going to be enough, however, and focused on ‘getting adopted’, preferably by someone powerful, and eventually wormed his way into the hearts of the heads of the Morning family, a wealthy and influential noble house of traders from the city of Grand Harbour.

One condition was that he take on a proper Xocrian name, and follow their instructions on how to conduct himself and what career to take on. Beau had no issue with any of that - if anything it would help his cover - and immediately took on the name “Jude Morning”.

“Jude” was enrolled into the local knight’s academy starting in 493, and excelled in most of the classes; he’d already been through similar, in many aspects more brutal and rigorous, training with the Sirens. What he wasn’t already familiar with he practiced ceaselessly until he could keep up with or surpass his fellow students.

His first jobs arrived at this time; destroying supplies shipped in from Dutoria meant to be sent to the front lines on the border with Padwell, as well as stealing documents that would tell the Sirens what other ships were expected with what supplies, so they could… redirect them, forcefully, to those in greater need.

Between 493 and the declaration of peace in 494, Beau squeezed in Siren’s missions between classes as best he could, and no one appeared to be the wiser to all the strange accidents in the warehouses.

After peace was declared the missions became more infrequent, and mostly focused on spying and stealing ship’s manifests until just before he was due to graduate as a knight in 496, he was tasked to assassinate someone.

It was hardly the first time, although it would be his first kill in Xocrium. He’d have to be careful.

It was some haughty dragonslayer who’d killed a few shipwrecker Captains too many… and a family friend to the Mornings. It was easy enough to wait for a dinner where the person was invited, and easier still to slip some poison into their food; it wouldn't kill them immediately, and would instead set in sometime in the night when they were fast asleep, leaving none the wiser.

It went perfectly to plan. He felt perhaps a touch of remorse upon seeing his “parents’” aggrieved reaction to the news, but, well. He was a Siren; it was his job. They would never find out that it was him, after all, so there was no need to be concerned.

Not long after that, Beau was sent to the border to serve with Xocrium’s military. Although peace had been officially declared two years ago, it seemed in reality not much had changed. He carried out a few other assassinations over the years, as well as supplying the Sirens with information in regular reports. It was easy, near the body; all he needed to do was examine the victims of Redwing attacks, and then mimic their tactics so that the blame for whatever targets he took out could be placed on them. He mostly went after targets the Sirens pointed them towards, although took a few paid jobs for wealthy Xocrian locals. The family embarrassment for a noble house here, someone who knew a bit too much about a smuggling ring there - few and far between, but enough for Beau to make a comfortable enough income.

His luck ran out in 499 and the Division caught him after his most recent mission. Beau would later learn that another Siren had tipped them off, but at the time hadn’t expected the ambush in the least. He managed to escape from the cell that he’d been locked in after the arrest, and set out to learn how they had found him out.

When he discovered it was another agent, he was shocked - but dealt with them quickly, before leaving behind Xocrium, heading north and away from danger.

Wandering (499 - 504)
After the incident in Xocrium, Beau waited until he was all the way in Meros before re-establishing contact with the Sirens, just in case. He didn’t want to risk giving that away if someone followed him.

While awaiting transport back to the Archipelago, Beau would do a few more jobs for the Sirens, and then leave Theavia for the time being. Since then he’s wandered the Realm doing various work for his employers, and has adopted the guise of a ‘wandering bard’ named Kallistos Beauregard Felix Harlan in recent years.

(I’ll expand on this at some point I just,,, really need him done).

Recent History (505 Onwards)
Will be updated as Beau’s story progresses.

RELATIONSHIPSCleo the Inaurate: A fellow Lionfish with an excellent sense of humour. As Beau was away on their mission in Xocrium when they were recruited, he only met them quite a few years into their work as part of the Sirens. It’s always nice to see a friendly face - or mask - in the field.

Gunkanjima: Beau first met Gunkanjima at the Hotrock Hollow; their years in training overlapped just long enough for Beau to become acquainted with the older Lionfish. Finds them pleasant enough, though perhaps is just the slightest bit amused at how short the dragon is.

Leviathan “Levi”: Another Lionfish Beau encountered in training. Finds him excellent to talk with, even if some of his habits could be considered disconcerting by some.

Loki: Yet another Lionfish he trained alongside. Thinks that he’s a bit grumpy, but then, given what happened to Minke… perhaps it’s earned. Either way, someone who Beau can rely upon when he needs an extra hand.

Aero: Encountered the windwyrm a few years back while on a job in Cyr. Found them to be a very engaging conversation partner.

Blue: Aside from his instructors while training to become a Lionfish, and the family who took him in while he was spying in Xocrium - and how much do they really count - Beau had never had a true parental figure and as a result he sometimes isn’t sure how to feel about the giant northern shipwrecker who seems determined to mother everything in sight. Oh, he always acts charming and gracious, but more often than not he’s just confused.

EXTRASRumours/Reputation:
As the minstrel Kallistos Beauregard Felix Harlan:
An extremely curious and friendly traveller with a love for all kinds of music - as well as dancing, if they’re in the mood for it - that will happily talk for hours with just about anyone. Comes off as more than a little air-headed at times, but somehow always seems to be able to get themself out of trouble.

In the Sirens:
A competent and loyal Lionfish agent, if a bit… over-the-top and theatric at times. Especially when it comes to how they dress. Modesty? No thanks.

Voice claim: TBA
Moodboard: TBA
Theme song: TBA

Family: Beau doesn’t remember his family, but that doesn’t bother him much.

Extra notes:
Mutation notes:
Has patches of rough, shark-like skin on his cheeks, around his gills, and along his tail.
Can breathe underwater.
Misc. character details
Has an odd accent with different vocal quirks picked up from different countries; difficult to tell where he’s from just by voice alone.
Hates cold weather. Thought snow sounded pretty… until he had to walk in it.
Favourite season is fall.
Left-handed.
Store items:
x1 Magical Mutation (shark)

Credit to: character, art & design by J-Haskell