Life is never easy, and Sandara Quinn’s life has been typical of that truism. The daughter of a poor fisherman and a seamstress, Sandara was raised in Hell Harbor. Her
overworked parents had little time to spend with their daughter, and Sandara grew up on the port’s hard streets, where she quickly learned to look after herself. She worked on the docks when she could, carrying out what jobs she could get, and soon developed a keen eye for trouble and a reputation for standing up for herself. She began frequenting the bars and taverns of Hell Harbor by the age of 9 and was learning the ropes of sailing by the age of 12. Sandara’s calling came one night when a fleet of fishermen, which included her father, was lost in a powerful storm. Sandara prayed to Besmara the Pirate Queen, the goddess of piracy, strife, and sea monsters, and when her father returned the following day, weather-beaten and half-drowned but still alive, Sandara knew the goddess had answered her prayers. Soon after, Sandara began devoting her time to the worship of Besmara,
eventually setting up a small chapel on the Hell Harbor docks dedicated to her.
Just 3 weeks ago, Sandara’s beloved father died, and she took to the sea, determined to live her life to the hilt, not rot away in some forgotten port. She only made
it as far as Port Peril, however, before she fell afoul of Captain Harrigan’s press gang and ended up aboard the Wormwood. There are worse places to be than a pirate ship,
however, and Sandara has taken to her new surroundings like a fish returned to the sea from which it was born. She still bears the raw scars of grief from burying her father, but knows enough to mask that grief on a vessel such as the Wormwood. Sandara plans to make the most of her present situation, intending to spread the word of her goddess while expanding her horizons at the same time. Crowned with a mane of fiery red locks, Sandara looks
like someone not to be crossed. Yet the smile lines at the corners of her eyes and the easy way she holds herself hint at a lighter side. She dresses to accentuate her f igure,
and her whole appearance speaks of the sea, from the seagull feather in her tricorne hat to the sailor tattoos on her arms and the clay pipe thrust into the corner of her mouth.