Ripcurl
Background
Born into the crashing tide of betrayal and abandonment, Marina Tai Whetū came from a cursed legacy: the daughter of a Lemurian renegade and a surface-world supervillain thief. Her mother plundered deep-sea ruins. Her father defected from his ancient empire. Together, they carved out a shadow life—until they were both captured in a high-profile metahuman sting. She never saw them again.
Raised by foster homes, institutional guardians, and bureaucrats who didn’t understand her, Marina grew up angry. Her Lemurian features—blue skin, shimmering eyes, and bone-deep pressure tolerance—made her a target. She fought, lashed out, became the bully the world tried to make her.
But the ocean? The ocean understood her. Storms calmed her fury. Tides gave her purpose. When she was sixteen, she found her father’s hidden relic stash off the East Cape: a psionically-attuned Lemurian organic exo-armor and her mother’s enchanted taiaha, built to shatter spell seals and cleave hulls.
From that day on, Marina ceased to be just another angry girl with a criminal record. She became Ripcurl—a deepwater threat with purpose, armor, and fury. Now, she works as a high-risk mercenary and sea-raider. Her name circulates in whispered tones through pirate fleets, villain syndicates, and black-market artifact collectors.
But all of that? Just a means to an end. Ripcurl doesn’t care about treasure. She wants her parents back. And she’ll raid every prison ship, crash every transport, and drown anyone who gets in her way until they’re together again—the family the world tried to erase.
Personality
Ripcurl is a paradox of waves: coarse, lonely, and deeply sensitive beneath her gritted teeth and violent bark. She speaks bluntly, swears liberally, and has zero tolerance for condescension. But beneath the hostility is a woman shaped by loss, longing, and salt-scrubbed isolation.
She doesn't trust easily. Loyalty must be earned—and when it is, it's ironclad. Betrayal, however, earns the deep end. She hates liars. She hates heroes who parade as saviors. And she despises systems that lock people away like they did to her parents. Despite her violent lifestyle, Ripcurl isn’t cruel. She rarely hurts the weak. She doesn’t kill without cause. But she will break bones, rob vaults, and leave wreckage behind if that’s what it takes to find the ones who mattered most.
She hides a poetic side—her real name, her dreams, even her love for stormy sea shanties and old Lemurian ruins. But she’ll never admit it. That would mean she has something to lose.
And out here? That kind of softness will get you sunk.
Born into the crashing tide of betrayal and abandonment, Marina Tai Whetū came from a cursed legacy: the daughter of a Lemurian renegade and a surface-world supervillain thief. Her mother plundered deep-sea ruins. Her father defected from his ancient empire. Together, they carved out a shadow life—until they were both captured in a high-profile metahuman sting. She never saw them again.
Raised by foster homes, institutional guardians, and bureaucrats who didn’t understand her, Marina grew up angry. Her Lemurian features—blue skin, shimmering eyes, and bone-deep pressure tolerance—made her a target. She fought, lashed out, became the bully the world tried to make her.
But the ocean? The ocean understood her. Storms calmed her fury. Tides gave her purpose. When she was sixteen, she found her father’s hidden relic stash off the East Cape: a psionically-attuned Lemurian organic exo-armor and her mother’s enchanted taiaha, built to shatter spell seals and cleave hulls.
From that day on, Marina ceased to be just another angry girl with a criminal record. She became Ripcurl—a deepwater threat with purpose, armor, and fury. Now, she works as a high-risk mercenary and sea-raider. Her name circulates in whispered tones through pirate fleets, villain syndicates, and black-market artifact collectors.
But all of that? Just a means to an end. Ripcurl doesn’t care about treasure. She wants her parents back. And she’ll raid every prison ship, crash every transport, and drown anyone who gets in her way until they’re together again—the family the world tried to erase.
Personality
Ripcurl is a paradox of waves: coarse, lonely, and deeply sensitive beneath her gritted teeth and violent bark. She speaks bluntly, swears liberally, and has zero tolerance for condescension. But beneath the hostility is a woman shaped by loss, longing, and salt-scrubbed isolation.
She doesn't trust easily. Loyalty must be earned—and when it is, it's ironclad. Betrayal, however, earns the deep end. She hates liars. She hates heroes who parade as saviors. And she despises systems that lock people away like they did to her parents. Despite her violent lifestyle, Ripcurl isn’t cruel. She rarely hurts the weak. She doesn’t kill without cause. But she will break bones, rob vaults, and leave wreckage behind if that’s what it takes to find the ones who mattered most.
She hides a poetic side—her real name, her dreams, even her love for stormy sea shanties and old Lemurian ruins. But she’ll never admit it. That would mean she has something to lose.
And out here? That kind of softness will get you sunk.
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