Empire in the west indies

Ice has made Havana, a large city in the west indies, her main base and is stretching her empire out over the west indies. Sending pirates out to attack plantations until the owners are so poor they sell their properties to her for pittance. There are several islands thick with jungle where she conducts experiments still.
Dani is her spy master, with Sofia working out of one of the more popular brothels to lure more sailors to join Ices forces.
Rose a dragon was captured by ice but with the help of one of ices people managed to escape and now haunts the seas looking for a way to repay him.
Renee a young woman who works on one of ices plantations, one of the few rare white slaves.
Skye is given a choice of remaining a captive or becoming a pirate bound to Ice whilst Killian is Ices thug who deals out punishments to those who break contract or rebel against her. As reward for his efforts he has his own island named great inuaga, it has a harbour a small sea faring town and a large manor house complete with secret passage ways in and out of it and his own ship.
Sarah is a prominent prostitute who has been 'gifted' immortality and a look of youth for her efforts.
Angus's mother and her friend vanished from the waters of Ireland and with some trouble Angus has managed to track them down to where they were taken in the west indies.
Shana is the blacksmith of havana and well know for her great craftsmanship as well as her surly nature and bird companion.

screaming, there was always someone screaming, unable to tell if it was herself, someone else or simply in her head, She didn't know how long she'd been trapped here anymore, she had no idea where she was but from how humid it was she guessed it was far removed from her home in africa. Sore and abused she no longer had the strength to stand anymore, she had a jute sack for a blanket which she tugged around her naked frame, her captor had shaved her until there was nary a hair left on her, adding to her vulnerability. With no animals around her, none of her voodoo items there was nothing that Jahari could do, except wait for the twisted torturer to come back and hurt her. Sitting on the cold stone floor, the dark skinned woman longed to be able to see the sun again, not to be trapped underground, drawing her knees up to her chest she wrapped her arms around herself. At least her cousin didn't know where she was, the idiot would end up doing somethin stupid and then they'd both be caught, thinking of Niko sent a dagger of pain into her chest. Trying not to let herself think about her cousin who she loved more than she should, the woman closed her eyes visualising home, pretending that she was there and safe.

Offering a smirk when he spoke Dani stroked her Hyena "Perhaps, it all depends on who's asking" the praise was ignored she didn't particularly have time for empty praise such as that. All it really did was blind people, her touch soothed the scrappy looking beast although it kept a wary eye on them both, neither of them trusted easily with their upbringing it was difficult to not be. Leaning back in her seat she studied them both a little closer wondering who on earth he was, having been so isolated from others most of her life with the exception of one or two peopleshe didn't know that there was more shadow masters aside from her grand mother and Aunt jet.


The girl had spent most of her life in the ocean now, she'd been turned into a creature by mistake and then rescued and released by her mother. She didn't exactly remember much of that anymore, instead she had her own island that she'd grown a coral reef around, fiercely protective of her territory and the precious things she'd hidden through the reefs. Her home was beautiful, it thrived with fish and plant life, it protected the island from ships which meant she could sit on a rock in the lagoon and not have to worry about being caught. There had been a few ship wrecks to the north of her island, that part of the seas being rather treacherous, there were strong winds that could grab ships by the sails and gut them on sharp rocks, as such she often visited to collect the pretty shiny things that became the oceans the moment the ship wrecked. The waters were indeed turbulent today and so she was making her way towards the point eagerly waiting to see any ships would sink.

Smack, smack the sound of careful bare feet was clear as day to her, after a few moments the steps stopped outside her cell, waiting for something to happen, the captive was surprised when nothing did. Eyes snapped open all of a sudden, revealing brilliant golden eyes, a mark of her gifts and abilities, they were why she’d nearly been killed as a child and why she’d been made a shaman. It was a boy, skinny with a metal ring about his neck that looked like it hadn’t been well tended to suggesting he’d escaped at some point in the past, his skin was lighter than hers, a mixed bred of some kind. Nudity was something that was a part of life at home so she thought nothing of her lack of clothes, not bothering to uncurl she studied him a brief moment “Who are you?” she asked in her native tongue, when there was no response she huffed slightly, it seemed that the curse of this place was that many children of Africa were unaware of their heritage, of their home so she tried in the dreadful English which she’d never really bothered to learn to any great degree “Who are you” her voice wasn’t as sharp as it usually was, but it was still firm and gave clear notice that she wasn’t broken. She didn’t bother sitting up, he wouldn’t get her out, but she supposed there wasn’t any harm in trying “Thief yes? Think you could open lock?” he’d want something for his trouble and she intended to give him something. Knowledge of who he was, who his ancestors were, where he belonged, unsure if that was what he’d actually want she could only wait and see.

The expected question occurred “I can teach you many things about your heritage if that isn’t enough for you I have things of wealth back home. If you help me get there, they’re yours, worth a fair bit” watching his face quite intently she appeared to ignore the rest of the things going on, the truth was all she wanted was to get out, away from Oliver and if this boy could help her then she’d happily pay whatever he wanted if it was within her ability to give. Her home was far away across the great sea, a believer that things happened for a reason she was certain there would be a way to get back home. There simply had to be and she’d find it, offering him a quiet smirk the shaman spoke once more “You’re a curious type, your home is my home, far across the sea, although you don’t know it yet.” She could sense something about him that suggested he wasn’t human, he wasn’t some mere shifter either he was something that felt ancient, although the boy was not ancient the creature itself felt that way. If they could get her things back there were some bits and pieces of her personal items that were worth money that she could give to him to start off with, hiding her desperation behind the smirk she had a thick accent and sometimes slightly mispronounced words, her gaze was firm and unflinching, due to her lack of clothes her tattoos were rather obvious.

She disagreed with his opinion of not having a home but kept quiet, watching him as he grew engrossed with picking the lock, wishing she had some of her items with her in order to channel her magical abilities. Watching helplessly as the boy scuttled away into the shadows a hardened glint entered her unusual gaze when Oliver strode up, standing up she grabbed the bars scowling at him “Let me out, let me out, NOW, you have no right to cage me. I was not meant to be caged” She wanted her items back, and she wanted to be set free so she could go home, angry now the shaman attempted to grab Oliver and missed, knocked to the ground by his shadows she spat out a tooth that had broken from the blow she got back up again, bleeding from her nose and mouth, without a hesitation he had her knocked down to the ground making sure she was knocked out Oliver narrowed his eyes. About to enter the cage to assault her, a shadow whispered in his ear meaning he stormed off in a rather foul mood, leaving the shaman behind knocked out on the cold stone floor.

Sitting in a darker corner of the cell, she’d been running her fingers over the stubble starting to regrow on her head, loosing her complex braids had been one of the biggest insults to her, gold eyes glittered. His curiosity was getting the best of him, all the better for her, if he could get it unlocked she’d honour her promise and would see if he’d follow her across the sea back home. She hadn’t been around him enough to puzzle out exactly what kind of ancient creature he was but she’d figure it out eventually, watching silently she froze when the lock clicked open and a small shock wave exploded from it knocking the boy back against the floor and the door of the cell pinged open. Standing she strode out of the cell feeling her skin prickle as the spell on the lock had died during the explosion, it felt good to feel powerful again, offering the boy a smirk and a hand to help him up “Well done youngling, if you want your reward then we had best move quickly” hauling him up, still rather strong despite how skinny she looked. Turning and focusing on where her magic was based the most in this place, Jahari dropped the boy's hand and stalked towards it, intent on getting her things before escaping, soon finding her items she shrugged into her clothing and went through her bag. Satisfied she turned to the boy “How do we get out of here” he had gotten in he should be able to get them out, once they were safe she’d offer him the gold ring in payment for his services.