Vaporwave Queen

Vaporwave’s former life is entirely alien to the one she leads now, and she has not looked back since the shift. On the Isla de Oro, she has found a place to use her talents and skills to help build a thriving community of vibrant individuals, and she is beloved by all for her charisma and musical talents, as well as her incomparable cuisine. A longtime choice to take over the helm of the Vixen’s Fury, she at last got her chance when Eye joined the Council, and has more than lived up to her reputation.

## ***BACKSTORY***

Vaporwave’s early days before her turn to skallywaggery was defined by high-life excess. She was one of the most recognized socialites in the contemporary Los Angeles scene, famous for being a cook, bartender, and rock star, and often juggled all three at every A-list party she could get into, which was the vast majority of them due to her status as a certified party animal. She bedecked herself in lavish finery from an early age, and had a particular taste for fine jewelry and gaudy garments; the louder, the better.

On one fateful night, after a night of extreme revelry, she snuck into Marina Del Rey, on a dare from some friends to steal a celebrity’s boat. Having been on lots of ship parties in her life but never at the helm, she nonetheless successfully infiltrated and rigged a sleek yacht by herself, sailing it out of the harbor to the wild cheers of her inebriated friends. She quite enjoyed the fresh breeze of the open sea, and just kept sailing, on and on, at one point reefing the sails and enjoying a quiet night out on the ocean.

When she awoke with the sun, and a nagging hangover, she realized that she had no idea where she was. Never having navigated or sailed before finally began to catch up with her, and with nothing better to do, she simply chose a direction and sailed into the horizon, in the hopes of finding land or another ship to help her get her bearings. This went on for *months*. Her skills at sailing improved vastly over the course of her self-imposed exile, but at last, hope dwindled with the last of her supplies, and she was ready to give herself up to the deep.

As if by divine providence, it was precisely at that moment that the oddest ship she had ever seen appeared, bearing down on her, with a ragged and rowdy crew shouting and hollering with joyous rage. The sound of human voices after so long filled her with relief, and she could not help but join in their exultations, which somewhat subdued those of the pirate crew (as it was now clear that they were). Pulling up alongside her limp and languishing ship, a grizzled old man in odd, quaint pirate gear vaulted aboard and presented himself before her, beginning a tirade of demands. He quickly subdued himself when the lass threw herself at his feet and began to give profuse thanks for her deliverance, and her pleas to come aboard his ship moved his heart with pity. He accepted her, towing her ship as a prize behind his own brig on his way back home.

Introducing himself as “Salty Fox” McMasters, they spent the entire trip regaling each other with their lives and professions, each being mystified by the claims of the other. Were it not for the tangible proof of this strange old vessel they were aboard, towing a much sleeker and modern one behind, they each would have accused the other of sheer madness. Eventually moving past the oddness of their tales, Vaporwave soon displayed her aptitude at navigation and sailing to the pirate captain, and when they arrived on the Isla de Oro, he officially named her as Navigator of the Vixen’s Fury. There she served faithfully under him, and then Eye, before at last being granted the helm herself. As the vessel that bore her to a strange but thoroughly rewarding new life, her allegiance to the Fury, and the Isle, is unquestioned.

## ***APPEARANCE AND GEAR***

* Vaporwave Queen never lost her partying nature and love of jewels, so she is often decked out with bright, shiny jewels that she has stolen from raided ships. These contrast with her often dark clothing. Always wearing her finest black or purple coat with tall boots and a massive floppy feathered hat, she looks the best she can whenever departing her quarters, though her curly hair is often messy from her prior night’s escapades. Her weaponry consists of a rapier and flintlock, both fashioned to match her outfits, but her favorite tool to employ on raids is her own custom-made molotov cocktails, which she always tosses when departing a raided ship.

## ***PERSONALITY AND ABILITIES***

* Vaporwave Queen is sly and calm. She is very slow to anger, and so tends to throw her opponents off balance when she does not respond in kind to their fury. This opens them up to be victimized by her skills at manipulation and psychological warfare, and this reputation grants her at least as much respect and awe as her more direct compatriots.