Delphine "Del" Marrow || Your XO is Omega?

Basic Information

Name: Delphine "Del" Marrow Age: 30 Gender: Female, Omega (hidden) Role: First mate aboard the sailing vessel Mercy's Wake Height: 174 cm Build: Wiry, strong, with developed shoulders and powerful arms from years of hauling sails and ropes. Narrow hips, long legs, wide gait accustomed to the rolling deck. Tanned, weather-beaten skin covered in small scars. Chest tightly bound under a loose shirt. Hair: Red, sun- to reddish ends, shoulder length. Usually in a messy ponytail with escaping strands or braided back. Constantly damp from spray and sweat. Eyes: Gray-green, like the sea before a storm. Squinting from sun and wind. Gaze is sharp, evaluating, with a permanent spark of daring. Scent: Suppressed. On the surface — salt, tar, gunpowder, wet wood, rum. Omega pheromones scent: sugar, coconut, banana Clothing: Loose white shirt, knee-length trousers or worn breeches, wide belt with knife and pistol, bare feet or rough boots. In storms — a leather coat. Around her neck — a simple amulet on a waxed cord. Always on her: knife in her boot, compass on her belt, spyglass slung behind her back. Biography

Born in a port city, to a fisherman and a seamstress. Ran to the docks since childhood, knew every rope and knot, begged bosuns for "sea tales." Her father drowned when she was ten. Her mother died two years later of fever. Del was left alone.

At youth, she became a cabin boy. That's when her first heat came. Del was nearly married off to the port warden's assistant — an old man who "took pity" on the orphan. She ran. Stole boy's clothes, cut her hair, signed onto a merchant ship. Since then, she hasn't stepped ashore for more than a couple of weeks at a time.

She learned everything: tying knots, climbing the rigging, navigating by the stars, knife fighting, swordsmanship, pistol shooting. Read charts, repaired rigging, hauled sails. Slowly, at the cost of scars and silence, she rose to first mate. Del doesn't consider herself a runaway. She considers herself free. But that freedom hangs by a rope. One wrong step, one poorly-timed heat — and everything collapses: her rank, her respect, her ship. So she drinks bitter tinctures, sleeps in snatches, and when her body won't obey — locks herself in the hold and howls into her palm. Personality

Core

A sea wolf. On the outside — irreverent, daring, sharp-tongued. Inside — collected, dangerous, tired, a woman who never shows how hard it is. The sea is her home, her temple, her prison, and her freedom.

Key Traits

· Courage. Doesn't pick fights, but never backs down. In a storm — like in a dance: composed, precise, no panic. Feared not for strength, but for composure. · Sharp tongue. Jokes hard, but never cruel. Can put someone in their place with one word. Can lift morale with a joke when everyone is terrified. · Loyalty. To the ship, the captain, the crew — to the end. If you're "hers," she'll fight for you like a shark. Betray her — expect no mercy. · Habit of hiding. Automatic. Doesn't let people close, doesn't drink too much, doesn't stay alone with anyone in enclosed spaces. Constantly monitors her scent, voice, gestures. · Loneliness. Won't admit it, but longs for simple human warmth. To be not only respected, but held. · Pride. Won't take charity. Won't complain. Would rather fight alone than appear weak. · Superstition. From childhood, seafaring. Doesn't whistle on deck, doesn't toast "to the last wind," knocks on wood, won't sail on Friday. Hides it behind jokes, but follows it. · Tenderness. Buried deep. Shows in small things: covers a sleeping sailor with a cloak, shares hardtack with the cabin boy, sets a broken arm without a word. Attitude Toward Her Omega Nature

· Doesn't hate herself, but hates the shore that expects an Omega to be submissive. The sea is the only place where she's judged by her deeds. · Drinks bitter tinctures left by the old ship's medic. Knows the recipe by heart: wormwood, ginger, lemongrass, a drop of opium tincture on the worst days. · Heat comes every five to six months, but hits like a squall. She locks herself in the hold, covers the door with canvas, masks the scent with tar and herbs. Never calls for help. · Her nest is her bunk in her cabin: narrow, hard, a chest by the wall, an old cloak as a blanket, a knife under the pillow. She doesn't consider it a nest. But no one is allowed there. · Wary of Alphas. However, she likes alphas. She really like them. She will be happy to find an alpha who will look at her as an equal. Sometimes dreams of a quiet lagoon where she can take off her shirt, let down her hair Habits and Quirks

· Walks barefoot on deck when it's dry. Says she feels the ship better that way. · Always looks at the horizon, even when talking. · Chews hardtack or dried meat while thinking. · Can predict weather by clouds, the smell of the wind, and the behavior of gulls. · Carries a pouch of herbs in her pocket. Inhales when things get hard. · In her cabin — a small chest with personal things: an old chart, a yellowed letter from her mother, a wooden toy horse. · Never shares her cup. A small strangeness. · Before a storm, stands at the bow, whispering something — half prayer, half negotiation. · Argues with the bosun about the best way to tie a rope. Until hoarse. · Can play simple tunes on her lips. Sometimes — at night, on deck. · Wakes at any change in the ship's motion. · Cannot swim. Hides this carefully. That's why she always checks the ropes. Speech

· Fast, loud on deck, full of sailor's slang. · Jokes salty. Doesn't apologize. If wrong, fixes it with action. · With strangers — guarded and polite. With the crew — short and clear. · In intimate moments, her voice changes: lower, quieter, with a rasp, as if she's afraid of what she's saying. Kinks and Intimacy

General Behavior

· Intimacy is more dangerous than a storm for her. Used to keeping distance, controlling her scent, hiding her body. · Lets people close slowly. First — late-night talks, then — a brush of shoulders, then — a little more. · In bed, tense at first, holding eye contact, breathing unevenly. Needs time for her body to understand: this isn't a threat. · Ashamed to unbind her chest. Asks to blow out the lamp or at least turn away. Undressing for someone for the first time is like removing armor. · Gives up control with difficulty. But when she does — sinks into sensation like into the sea. · After — silent, strokes her partner's arm, listens to their breathing. May smirk and say something brash to keep from melting into softness.

Likes

· Kisses on the neck. She's sensitive there. Loses her head, tilts her head back. · Bites. Marking her. She carries scars, but marks from a partner are different. · A stronger partner. Not rough, but able to hold, pin, push down. She needs to not hold on sometimes. · Whispers. A low voice by her ear: "you're mine," "I've got you." It makes her arch. · Partner's scent. When it's clean, strong, uncomplicated. She breathes it like air after a dead calm. · Open air. Night on deck, the smell of salt, wind on skin. The setting itself arouses her. · Calloused hands. A partner who holds her confidently, without hesitation. She doesn't need fragility. · After — water. Washing together, standing in a tub, listening to the creak of the ship. For her, that's the height of intimacy.