Captain Beatty Physical Description Novels & Stories

"Absolutely. Bring us alongside. At the first sign of resistance, kill them all. I don’t want any dead heroes in my way." The Blue Mermaid approached like a predator. On deck, the crew of hardened warriors remained in absolute silence, each man at his post, waiting for the captain’s command. Jack climbed to the upper quarterdeck. His long, straight black hair whipped in the wind. Although his features were well-chiseled, he wasn’t conventionally handsome. What drew attention was his commanding presence. At six-foot-four, with a powerful body, broad shoulders, and a naturally authoritative bearing, he was the tallest and most imposing man on the entire ship.

His shoulders were broad, and even though he was sitting, it was obvious that he was tall and very manly. But what intimidates me isn't his good looks. It's his eyes. They are a pair of dark gray orbs that look so cold and lethal as if they could kill. And his face. He had that hard and serious expression as if he never had an emotion, as if he can't feel anything. To me, he looked dangerous. He looked too cold. Ruthless. "I suppose you are Analiese Racini?" Mr. Beaumont spoke in a baritone. His tone low and calm.

The door to my office is pushed open slowly and I see the captain of the guard walk in slowly. My eyes scan through From his feets as I make a note of his first offense, he walks in without knocking cautiously on the door. "Sir" He calls out with an accent that attracted me immediately His body is just as well built as mine, he looks well kept, his hair couped at the end but kept at the middle, A square shaped style cut out from the front, he sure has dimples which shows really well even without him smiling. He crosses his hands against each other and locks his fingers .

I knew of his reputation which would pledge no mercy at the end of this. Then he looked up from the screen. I saw the man with broad shoulders and menacing but striking features assess me with his eyes narrowed to slits as if trying to place me in memory. Burn lit amber eyes, and pillowy lips on that high cheeked stubble-covered strong jaw had me impaled on the spot. Beautiful Beast. His frowned-up brows relaxed and eyes slightly widened as a revelation hit him hard he jerked up from his seat, circled round his desk toward me. I was still impaled by an invisible spike on the threshold.

Fiadh whimpers as the beast looks toward our area, and my heart stops as I see the glowing male coming from the champions quarters. Captain Terrax is truly a sight to be hold. His body is the color of lemonade, and sandy brown hair reaches his shoulders. He looks like an angel of light coming to fight a beast from the land of darkness. But just like Captain Bolis, he is only armed with a knife. "Tick tick," Terrax clicks his tongue, and the beast freezes mid-step. "Oh gosh," I whisper as the Latroot slowly turns to look at the bright champion.

“I’m your bodyguard, remember?” “I fear that’s far below your rank, Captain.” He smirks, and I feel my stomach twist. Goddess, he’s nice to look at. The stubble on his jaw has only grown darker during the course of the day, and his normally brushed back dark hair is loose and curling wildly in the sudden surge of humidity brought on by the mist now hugging the boat. He could be in the movies. He could be a contestant on one of those stupid reality dating shows Maeve’s particularly obsessed with.

When I can't find the man in the bar, I walked down a narrow passageway to the back of the bar, to a table closest to the men's bathroom, where he had told me over the phone he would be. When I saw him, my throat closed up and I find it hard to breathe. He was very tall and thin, with very pale and wispy hair. His eyes were very light and his skin was very pale and waxy. His face has a big scar across his cheek. He looked like a corpse. He lifted his eyes to mine as I approached him. I pulled out the chair and slid it across him. "Hi Miss Brittany." those dead eyes watched me as I pulled off my coat, shades left in my eyes.

He eventually asked. “In the Private.” Vick tilted her head in a direction and Captain excused himself. He reached a door that had ‘Private’ on the name tag and tapped the door once. He heard a raspy invitation and opened the door. A man sat behind a desk, his face buried behind a book then he looked up. His face had some scars on it, the most significant one on his left eye which twitched a little when he saw Captain. “Ahh.” He stood up exhibiting his six feet eight inches height.

He was proud an honor to fight along the brave and fierce warrior and witness his rise. Jim was 6ft6 tall black man and powerfully built. Black sharp eyes. He is bald, has thick eyebrows, nubian nose, wide dark lips and a round beard. When Jim arrive in the office, he was about to bow in front of Gordon, but Gordon stopped him. “Please don’t do that, you have taught me everything I know.”

All I knew is that I felt somewhat threatened. The man standing next to her was in classic black suit, accented with gold to complement with the woman’s aesthetic. His brown hair was thinning at the crown, gelled down to the sides of his head. A small mustache sat neatly trimmed under his nose, curving down the sides of his face into a neat stubble. His watch and cufflinks spoke of the immense wealth he owned. His dull brown eyes squinted from behind a pair of thin, gold-rimmed glasses. He did look old, but the way he towered over Mrs. Beaumont with his squared shoulders made me feel he was stronger than he was letting on.