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status: closed ft. aman + klio @ap1ratesl1fe location: the streets of tortuga, night

aman glanced down at his companion, a rare glint of unguarded excitement flickering in his eyes—a boyish kind of spark that softened the usual shadows clinging to his expression. the day had been spent wading through the more tedious demands of the harbringer: haggling over barrels of rice, selling off splintered crates and warped tools for coin, paying divers to scrape barnacles from her keel. all necessary, all dull. by mid-afternoon, he’d nearly fallen asleep against a pile of coiled rope.

but somewhere between a trade stall and the shipwright’s shed, he caught a snatch of conversation—two merchants, low-voiced and agitated, speaking of strange items cast aside on the edge of town: a map soaked in seawater, a lover driven mad by obsession, and a book scrawled in a language no one could name. relics tossed behind a shuttered shop, hidden from the street’s view.

“i’ll admit, it could all be smoke,” he said, the quickness in his step betraying his doubt. “but something about the way they spoke… it felt real. the kind of real that finds its way to people like us.” he turned down a narrow path, still waterlogged and littered with debris, lantern light brushing the stone. “the drop’s just ahead.”

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[ dev patel, cisgender male, thirty-six, he/him ] for the crimes of piracy AMAN “THE ORACLE” KAPOOR is hereby wanted. those who surrender them dead or alive to the crown will receive ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY FIVE pounds. they’re famously known to be part of the HARBRINGER as their SEER. before engaging be warned as they can be UNFORGIVING AND OBSESSIVE, but if you’re lucky they’ll be INTUITIVE AND PATIENT. legends say that when you speak their name you’re reminded of MESSAGES FROM BEYOND WHISPERED IN EVERY STORM AND BREATH OF WIND; SMILING, LAUGHING, AND DESPERATELY GRASPING AT THE FADING FEELING OF BEING HUMAN; THE SMELL OF SMOKE AND SEASALT CARRYING THE STORIES OF A THOUSAND MEMORIES CLINGING TO A WELL-WORN COAT.

BASICS:

name: aman kapoor / the oracle age: thirty-six gender: cisgender male pronouns: he/him sexuality: heterosexual, heteroromantic languages: hindi (fluent), english (fluent), portuguese (limited), arabic (limited) family: meera kapoor, older sister (deceased), vidar, found brother

VISUAL:

faceclaim: dev patel eyes: dark brown hair: black, wavy, often grown out and shaggy height: 6'2" build: athletic scars: many - particularly along his arms, and shoulders from past physical altercations; burn scar on the left side of his torso; slice down the right side of his face from temple to jaw tattoos: littered all over his body - most symbols he associates with safety, wealth, and magic clothing: typical seafarer attire jewelry: typically is wearing gold and silver rings, a necklace with a talisman, and golden hoops in his ears accessories: a water-stained leather notebook, a kerchief of stitched-together jewel toned silk he keeps in his pocket, a small pouch nobody has ever seen him open impressions: to those that don't know him personally he comes off as a shadowed and looming presence - dark observant eyes often gazing off into the distance, a slow and measured gait, a reputation for unexplained and violent behavior. to those that do know him personally he comes off as watchful and gentle - relaxed shoulders assuring everybody things will be okay, a slow-growing smile and quick laugh, and the right words to settle any disagreement or hurt always on his tongue

PERSONALITY:

he is quietly intense and deeply perceptive, carrying a calm exterior that masks a restless, inquisitive mind. he moves through the world with a sense of purpose shaped by visions and omens, making him both enigmatic and sometimes distant. those close to him know a softer side—a loyalty and tenderness reserved for a select few, affectionate teasing, gifts tucked away under covers and hidden in coat pockets. he is patient and thoughtful, often lost in observation, noticing the smallest details others overlook. yet when the moment demands, he becomes fiercely pragmatic and unflinching in battle, using violence only as a precise tool rather than out of anger or cruelty. beneath his mysterious reputation lies a man shaped by loss, intuition, and an unbreakable bond to the sea.

CAREER:

grew up aboard various ships, traveling the seas with his older sister meera

survived a traumatic incident at seventeen when meera drowned during a storm, sparking the awakening of his seer abilities

wandered between crews, known for his visions and interpreting omens, earning both followers and skeptics

involved in risky and often illegtal activities that brought him trouble prior to meeting vidar

met vidar before the harbringer existed, becoming the first to join his crew

serves as navigator of the harbringer, guiding the crew by dreams, signs, and omens

known for balancing a calm, thoughtful demeanor with ruthless efficiency when violence is necessary

BIOGRAPHY (TW: MENTIONS OF DEATH, DROWNING, FIRE, VIOLENCE):

“you ever hear of the drowned oracle?”

“they say he was born at sea, or left there like a curse no one wanted to claim. raised ship to ship with his sister, a sharp-tongued girl who fought harder than most men and laughed like it meant something. she taught him to read the stars and the faces of liars, to steal with one hand while saluting with the other. together, they were ghosts, slipping through crews and ports like smoke. until that storm.”

“he was seventeen when she died—pushed off a ship by some drunk bastards who thought the world owed them something. he dove after her, didn’t even think. the water swallowed them both, right as the sky cracked open. they say he saw her face in the deep—hair floating like ink, her eyes wide and full of something final. she sank, and he nearly did too, but her lover pulled him out, barely breathing. when he came to, he spoke of visions. of dreams that bled into waking. something in him had changed. touched by the sea, some say. cursed by it, others.”

“he ran wild after that. moved from crew to crew, sometimes calm, sometimes mad-eyed. he'd read omens in broken glass, spill blood if the wind told him to. one time, he vanished from a port the night before a plague ship drifted in. another time, he was seen chanting over a map that burned to ash the moment they reached the wrong shore. he didn’t belong to anyone. not until he met the captain.”

“vidar the voiceless. aye, that one. back then he didn’t have the harbringer yet, just darkness in his eyes and silence behind his teeth. no one knows what passed between them, only that aman joined him without asking a single question when the time came, like he’d been waiting for him. like the sea had whispered it was time. from that day on, they were a pair—cut from the same strange cloth, half myth and half warning.”

“now aman kapoor—most call him the oracle—walks the deck with salt-stained boots and eyes that have witnessed too much. he sees things—the way a dying man’s pistol lands on wood, the curl of smoke from a candle, the stillness before a storm—and he listens. to the wind, to the sea, to the voice of a sister only he can hear.”

“and sometimes, if you pass the harbringer on a still night, you’ll hear him talking low over the rail—like he’s whispering to someone just beneath the waves. they say he still sees her, his sister. says the dead don’t always leave. some just wait. and some still listen.”

“don’t mistake him for gentle, though. the oracle might smile at you, might even remember your laugh or your favorite way to tie a knot. but when the knives come out, he’s not the boy who followed—he’s the man the sea returned. and when he kills, it’s like he’s fulfilling a promise only he heard spoken. like the death was always going to happen, and he just gave it shape. follow his signs, and you might survive. cross him—and not even the sea will keep your name."

PLOTS:

his sister's lover

anybody who knew him and his sister when he was a child

someone who was hurt by his prophetic directions

someone who was helped by his directions

someone who worked with him prior to his joining the harbringer

someone he views as pure bad luck and tries to stay away from

someone he buys rumors/legends/info from

someone who just flat out doesn't believe him and tells him as much

someone he goes to when he starts to feel his soul venturing and he needs to be grounded (i.e. drinking buddy, party starter, bad but fun behavior encourager)

more tba!

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DEV PATEL in THE GREEN KNIGHT (2021)