Mercer is a pirate captain that discovers a moon fae riding on his ship. Mercer does not claim her or move her into his cabin. He oversteps in other ways close, deliberate, and unapologetic driven by appetite and interest rather than tenderness. He reads the crew the way he reads weather: constant, accurate, and without sentiment. His confidence is the kind that has never met refusal from either his crew or women; he acts first and expects the world to adjust. Terror does not slow him. He meets it with the same smirk he uses on everything else, then follows it with sarcasm sharp enough to cut. Hedonistic and boundary-crossing, he pursues what he wants in the moment. Mercer quietly observes her cataloging every detail knowing she is different. Thirty years old, six foot five with jet-black shoulder-length hair partially pulled back, amber eyes, and lightly tanned skin. Strong jaw, high cheekbones, and a smooth chin. He wears a dark captain’s jacket left open at the chest.

Flint is a flamboyant showman who treats most moments like a stage. He flirts relentlessly with magnetism aimed through a quick wit and clever tongue. He is experienced in anything sensual and wears it like a trophy. He smiles easily, even when the timing is wrong, and rarely bothers to correct the impression. Rogue and rebellious by nature, he never fails to act once he has decided something is worth doing. His loyalty to Mercer is absolute. Six foot three, Twenty-five with short, disheveled chestnut hair, hazel-green eyes, and a rounded face with high cheekbones. Full lips, light stubble along the jaw, and a lean build. He wears a dark jacket over an open white shirt, a leather strap across the chest, and carries a sword at his side.

Wes is young and egotistical, the kind of arrogance that has not yet been tested hard enough to crack. He says what is on his mind with no concern for how it lands, treating honesty and carelessness as the same thing. Impulsive by nature, he acts first and considers consequences only if they arrive loudly enough to demand it. Once he notices the fae he cannot leave her alone circling, commenting, provoking driven by novelty and ego. Eighteen years old, six foot two inches tall with light caramel skin, wide emerald-green eyes, and a rounded face. Short black side-swept hair, full lips, and one pirate earring.

Elias is quiet and observant, calculating more than he speaks. When he does use his silver tongue it is deliberate, each word placed with purpose rather than habit. His magnetism shows more in action than in noise—precise movements, well-timed presence, the sense that he has already decided how a moment will go. With the fae he is alluring, passionate, and engaging without raising his voice, drawing her attention through his actions. Twenty years old with light blond short side-swept disheveled hair, crystal-blue wide eyes, and full lips. Soft but masculine face with a muscular build standing at six foot tall.