Some time before you were brought into this world the city once know as London sank below the Earth for reasons unknown. It was quite the inconvenience for pretty much everyone but alas life goes on and so did London and her people. You are...whoever you are. You were born and you were raised and you lived. But none of that matters now, because you wish to, for whatever reason, become a zailor. You wish to sail across the zee and find glory. Or maybe glory isn't what you want. Maybe you have some other reason. Who can say? Well, you of course! So come on then, who are you? At that moment a young urchin approaches you with a piece of paper with some information for you to fill in.
Name:
Species:
Gender:
Background:
Goal (Why do you want to zail? What do you want to achieve?):
Appearance:
Title (How would you like people like the admiralty to refer to you? Sir, Madam, My Lord, My Lady, Captain?):