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[Kumii]

Name
Age
Appearance
Path
Bio
Personality
Ship (Optional)
Weapons
Powers
Other Info

Please note that just because this is a pirate based RP doesn't mean you NEED a ship. You can always stowaway.

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[_Exodus_]

David Thomas
Age
25
Appearance

Backstory
David was born into a farming family. Everyday he would wake up and feed the animals. When he became of age, 14, he was sent off to train as a knight. Before he left, his mother gave him a sword with a blue gem in it's hilt. She said," As long as you protect the kingdom, the sword shall protect you." When he arrived, he was picked on. Everyone else was of a higher class, nobles, tailors, knights, while he was a farmer. Because of this disadvantage, he usually spent most of his time training. Years later he finished his training and became a Knight of the highest order. When he went to visit his mother, David found out she was dying. With her last breathe she enchanted his sword with the magic of her family. Now whenever David is up against a foe, his sword will glow a brilliant blue. His swings send light energy at the opponents. He fights with honor, or doesn't fight at all.
Boat
David's ship is a smaller pirate ship, only manned by him and a friend. The boats is called Rosetta.
(You can be the friend)
Ability
Sound Manipulation.
Weapon

Other
He loves to go into the towns inn and sing for the towns folk.​

 

[Kumii]

David Thomas
Age
25
Appearance

Backstory
David was born into a farming family. Everyday he would wake up and feed the animals. When he became of age, 14, he was sent off to train as a knight. Before he left, his mother gave him a sword with a blue gem in it's hilt. She said," As long as you protect the kingdom, the sword shall protect you." When he arrived, he was picked on. Everyone else was of a higher class, nobles, tailors, knights, while he was a farmer. Because of this disadvantage, he usually spent most of his time training. Years later he finished his training and became a Knight of the highest order. When he went to visit his mother, David found out she was dying. With her last breathe she enchanted his sword with the magic of her family. Now whenever David is up against a foe, his sword will glow a brilliant gold. His swings send light energy at the opponents. He fights with honor, or doesn't fight at all.
Boat
David's ship is a smaller pirate ship, only manned by him and a friend. The boats is called Rosetta.
(You can be the friend)
Weapon

Other
He loves to go into the towns inn and sing for the towns folk.​

I'm guessing the Path of the Pirate then?

 

[_Exodus_]

Sorta.

 

[Kumii]

Sorta.

Explain? I wanna hear this.

 

[_Exodus_]

I was thinking a bit of both: he goes around and sells his skills, kinda like a bounty hunter.

 

[Kumii]

I was thinking a bit of both: he goes around and sells his skills, kinda like a bounty hunter.

I should add that... Path of the Bounty Hunter.
I like it, consider you the pioneer in that respect

 

[_Exodus_]

Here is his ship

 

[Kumii]

Name
Captain Lydia Mare

Age
21

Appearance

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Path
Path of the Freelancer (Free Agent)

Bio
She grew in a loving family, one where they would go out and give to the poor. The greed got to her and stole her family's treaure and ran off. She bought a ship at the age of 15 and hired some crew, though some were reluctant to join due to rumors about how it's bad luck to have a female a board a ship, she didn't care. Ever since she's been a leaf on the wind, sailing from place to place, not staying long.

Personality
She's full of mystery, though part of her regrets taking her family's treasure. Though she claims to not be a pirate, she flies an irish pirate flag and has a sail emblem on her ship.

Ship (Optional)

She is called the Katariah

Weapons
Two Cutlasses
A Flintlock pistol

Powers
None

Other Info
Ship armaments: 16 cannons per side. (32 total), 4 fore chaser cannons, 2 aft cannons
Sail color: Red

Spoiler: Sail Emblem (On fore canvas)

Spoiler: Flag (Flying on main mast)

She is Irish. She speaks in an Irish dialect.
She barely sails her own ship.​

 

[Kumii]

Here is his ship

Sounds good.

 

[hitman654]

Olivier Hollow

Age: 25
Path: Path of the merchant (albeit a very adventurous merchant)
Bio: Born into a rich merchant family it was always Olivier's dream to be a great adventurer or warrior and, whilst his father encouraged such manly pursuits, he quickly became irksome to his family. Taking unnecessary risks which sometimes ended catastrophically. He always seemed to seek out the hardest materials to obtain - even if there was more profit in the Hollow's main trade empire of silks and pearls. After one particular incident he was released into the world, with a large stack of gold and a last name that opened many doors for him to create his own empire.

It's been 4 years since he was released from his family business and since then he has created his own fortune based on the sale of artisan blades and rare - hard to acquire materials that he often procures himself. Taking this route has often led to him requiring the assistance of various freelancers ( Kumii _Exodus_ ) and as such he has excellent working relations with many mercenaries, merchants and nobility in all of the major ports of the world. His incredible talent for understanding people eventually leading to him being one of the most talented and wealthy merchants in the land.
Personality: An unrepentant adrenaline addict, Olivier will pursue even the most absurd of rumours on occasion. Whilst some may call this reckless, in reality it is simply a healthy acceptance of his own mortality. He understands his life will some day end and as such lives each day as if it might be his last. He is also extremely impatient.
Weapons: Masterfully crafted blade of tempered steel with an obsidian handle - referred to by Olivier as 'Whisper'

Spoiler

Powers: Enhanced intelligence (including an eidetic memory and incredible people-skills)
Other Info: Can play the piano and guitar extremely well

 

[Kumii]

Olivier Hollow

Age: 25
Path: Path of the merchant (albeit a very adventurous merchant)
Bio: Born into a rich merchant family it was always Olivier's dream to be a great adventurer or warrior and, whilst his father encouraged such manly pursuits, he quickly became irksome to his family. Taking unnecessary risks which sometimes ended catastrophically. He always seemed to seek out the hardest materials to obtain - even if there was more profit in the Hollow's main trade empire of silks and pearls. After one particular incident he was released into the world, with a large stack of gold and a last name that opened many doors for him to create his own empire.

It's been 4 years since he was released from his family business and since then he has created his own fortune based on the sale of artisan blades and rare - hard to acquire materials that he often procures himself. Taking this route has often led to him requiring the assistance of various freelancers ( Kumii _Exodus_ ) and as such he has excellent working relations with many mercenaries, merchants and nobility in all of the major ports of the world. His incredible talent for understanding people eventually leading to him being one of the most talented and wealthy merchants in the land.
Personality: An unrepentant adrenaline addict, Olivier will pursue even the most absurd of rumours on occasion. Whilst some may call this reckless, in reality it is simply a healthy acceptance of his own mortality. He understands his life will some day end and as such lives each day as if it might be his last. He is also extremely impatient.
Weapons: Masterfully crafted blade of tempered steel with an obsidian handle - referred to by Olivier as 'Whisper'

Spoiler

Powers: Enhanced intelligence (including an eidetic memory and incredible people-skills)
Other Info: Can play the piano and guitar extremely well

So like.. are...mine and Nitro's characters like your acquaintances?

 

[hitman654]

So like.. are...mine and Nitro's characters like your acquaintances?

Yeah exactly - my character travels the world finding exotic resources and since he doesn't have his own ship or his own crew he hires freelancers like you guys to assist him.

 

[Kumii]

Yeah exactly - my character travels the world finding exotic resources and since he doesn't have his own ship or his own crew he hires freelancers like you guys to assist him.

Ok

 

[NeoGlorian]

Name: “Call me… The Hound”

Age: “Old enough to know a thing or two” (upwards of 50, but he doesn’t tell anyone his age)

Path: Merchant

Bio: The Hound (as he likes to be called) was once a young whippersnapper with incredible luck. He spent his youth and young adulthood betting for drinks, food, women, and money. He buried himself in this life of sloth and greed. That was until he met with a terrible string of bad luck. In mere days he lost all his gold through pricey purchases, losing bets and gambles, and debt collectors. One gypsy woman in particular he had borrowed from a long time ago came back to retrieve what she was owed. Upon hearing that the hound was now broke, she puts a curse on him so that he would always have bad luck with gold, and that if he ever gained wealth it would soon be lost.

Unable to retain any gold, the hound decided to take up life as a traveling trader. However, instead of trading for Gold, he instead trades trinkets and gems to collectors with compensation in the form of housing, food, and other valuable collectors’ items. They call him ‘the hound’ because of his peculiar ability to ‘sniff out’, or detect riches and magical enchantments like a hound sniffs out game.

In his travels, the hound somehow managed to find his way onto the Katariah as one of Lydias crew members. He doesn’t take up much space, and it’s easy to forget the old geezer is around, but his ability to sniff out treasure is valuable for any pirate, and he doesn’t ask for any cut of gold he finds. These days, he doesn’t seek out legendary places, weapons, and gems for reasons of greed, but more just so he can say he’s “been there, seen that.”

Personality: A wise and whimsical old man, the hound is not one to hold grudges, and prefers to treat everyone with respect until they’ve shown they’re not worthy of it. He is modest, kind, and jovial. He’s a bit of a pacifist and would rather hand over nuggets of wisdom as supposed to nuggets of gold (not like he has any gold, anyways)

Weapons: A razor sharp wit. If that doesn’t work, he has a forceful shout spell that’s never let him down (pretty much like a vos roh dah, but less powerful)
Powers: ability to detect nearby treasures and enchantments, as well as the forceful shout spell.
Other Info: He has a curse that makes it so he can’t retain gold, and always has poor luck in gambling.

“If someone ever claims to be a Wiseman, it means they know nothing. I do not claim to be wise, for if I was a Wiseman, I would not be working on this ship and wearing these tattered rags.” - The hound.

 

[Kumii]

Name: “Call me… The Hound”

Age: “Old enough to know a thing or two” (upwards of 50, but he doesn’t tell anyone his age)

Path: Merchant

Bio: The Hound (as he likes to be called) was once a young whippersnapper with incredible luck. He spent his youth and young adulthood betting for drinks, food, women, and money. He buried himself in this life of sloth and greed. That was until he met with a terrible string of bad luck. In mere days he lost all his gold through pricey purchases, losing bets and gambles, and debt collectors. One gypsy woman in particular he had borrowed from a long time ago came back to retrieve what she was owed. Upon hearing that the hound was now broke, she puts a curse on him so that he would always have bad luck with gold, and that if he ever gained wealth it would soon be lost.

Unable to retain any gold, the hound decided to take up life as a traveling trader. However, instead of trading for Gold, he instead trades trinkets and gems to collectors with compensation in the form of housing, food, and other valuable collectors’ items. They call him ‘the hound’ because of his peculiar ability to ‘sniff out’, or detect riches and magical enchantments like a hound sniffs out game.

In his travels, the hound somehow managed to find his way onto the Katariah as one of Lydias crew members. He doesn’t take up much space, and it’s easy to forget the old geezer is around, but his ability to sniff out treasure is valuable for any pirate, and he doesn’t ask for any cut of gold he finds. These days, he doesn’t seek out legendary places, weapons, and gems for reasons of greed, but more just so he can say he’s “been there, seen that.”

Personality: A wise and whimsical old man, the hound is not one to hold grudges, and prefers to treat everyone with respect until they’ve shown they’re not worthy of it. He is modest, kind, and jovial. He’s a bit of a pacifist and would rather hand over nuggets of wisdom as supposed to nuggets of gold (not like he has any gold, anyways)

Weapons: A razor sharp wit. If that doesn’t work, he has a forceful shout spell that’s never let him down (pretty much like a vos roh dah, but less powerful)
Powers: ability to detect nearby treasures and enchantments, as well as the forceful shout spell.
Other Info: He has a curse that makes it so he can’t retain gold, and always has poor luck in gambling.

“If someone ever claims to be a Wiseman, it means they know nothing. I do not claim to be wise, for if I was a Wiseman, I would not be working on this ship and wearing these tattered rags.” - The hound.

Accepted.

 

[idalie]

Name:
Robert Smythe

Age:
33

Appearance:

Stands at 6'3" weighing in at 220 lbs.

Path:
Freelancer

Bio:
His mother was a whore. As simple as that. Robert was raised in a brothel after his mother begged the madam to let her keep the child, soon enough he earned his keep with work as an errand runner. Routinely there were tough customers, those of whom beat on the girls or worse and the madam wouldn't do a damn thing about it. They were expendable after all, and she had them all down on debt for bed and board. Losing an employee wasn't the end. Smythe was exposed to the worst aspects of humanity from the day he was born. Sex, violence, and greed. He was beaten on just as much as the others, all because his mother opened her legs for any man who paid in coin. But Smythe was a big lad, and sometimes having a snap of insane clarity is what drives them to desperate things. The next man who raised a hand to his mother found himself choking on his own fingers. Rob cut them off and shoved them so far down his throat, the coroner had to pull them out one by one.

His mother was the one who helped his escape from the authorities, signing up to the navy to flee execution by the law. But Smythe didn't like listening to orders. And he sure as hell didn't like being treated like shit. The next time they docked, Robert never returned - going AWOL - another act to list on his growing number of offences. It was there, this cold boy turned man began to grasp the realities of life. Fear was easier to obtain than love. Admiration was gained by how many men you skewered, and as far as pirates went, how much gold you had in your pockets.

He joined a pirate ship for a small while, but was marooned on a desert island after impaling the first mate's eye into a fork for jesting about his inexperience. His temper thankfully was restrained the further along the line of employers. Hopping on a passing naval vessel, he kept his identity secret till continuing his life on the run. Disappearing quick as day the moment that ship glided into port. Eventually, his skills for mindless violence and murder were better associated with Freelancing. Sometimes used to settle debts between men, sometimes picked up by a crew for hire who needed a killer, and often enough he was shaking men down for coin after they forgot to settle old debts.

Personality:
You don't fuck with Robert Smythe. You don't cross Robert Smythe. And you certainly don't start wars with Robert Smythe.
A quiet man, Robert can exert a great sense of dangerous calm, which seems to emanate from his oppressive stare - enough to send shivers down the spines of grown men. It lacks evident emotion, something he has trouble displaying easily due to his psychologically scarring childhood which left him stunted. Often communicating (annoyingly to some) in grunts or mumbles, but when the man starts speaking clear deals and even clearer threats, you realise why he doesn't like wasting breath.
A wild temper only adds to his sickening violence and reputation, however, for a man who has no morals he is one of the best gentlemen you'll meet. He might be a murdering scumbag who works for gold and ale, but damsels are a weakness. If there is evident mistreatment of a female in his presence, Smythe will go for the throat - once again linking back to his troubled past (makes him a favourite among the 'working girls' knowing they're safer, yet the madams dislike him for disrupting business). Nevertheless, if you get him onside, he'll slaughter a ships crew single-handedly given the task. Cultivating loyalty is easy enough, but cultivating trust is another subject entirely.

Weapons:
- Short sword; wide blade, thick cutting edge. Good for both agile and heavy-handed attacks.
- Small but sharp barbers knife he often uses to shave - although you wouldn't like to know where it's been.
- A flintlock pistol.

Powers:
Emotional manipulation - A very minor power, but it surfaced with staring men down. It doesn't do much else but give him the edge. He's already bloodthirsty enough.

"We control the fear. And without the fear, we are all as good as dead. Do you understand?"

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