NSWRPF Archive Red Seas under Red Skies

Red Seas under Red Skies

The year is 1715, it is during the golden age of Piracy, and the Caribbean is no exception. Pirates like Blackbeard and Charles Vane are prominent pirates. Ports and trading ships are like treasure troves for those who wish to loot them. But now the British are up to something, they?ve already appointed Woodes Rogers as governor of Nassau, and now are working on a way to completely eradicate all piracy from the Caribbean. This plot started as soon as they appointed Woodes, as a governal power from within would make it easier for the British to affect the pirates. How they plan on doing it remains a mystery, and the majority of pirate crews haven?t even heard of this plot. The crews that have have started to develop fleets that would make the British fleets to begin to seem small, capturing as many ships as they can.

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You are a pirate during these times, and have been profiting off of the weak. You are also part of a crew that has heard of the English?s plan, and therefore you captain (or you) have started to build up a fleet in the case of this action. There are numerous possibilities along with joining the English privateers in order to escape this possible fate.

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[color=white][hl=black][b]Rules:[/b][/hl][/color]
1. PM All character sheets to me.
2. There are only 5 Pirate ships, and only 4 people may make a captain.
3. Make sure all of your equipment is generic to the year that this RP takes place.
4. Follow RPing Guidelines and Rules.
5. Have fun.

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[color=white][hl=black][b]Character Sheet:[/b][/hl][/color]

-Name:
-Nickname:
-Age:
-Gender:
-Nationality:
-Rank: (Four captains so first come, first serve)
Ship: (If captain)
Pirate Crew:
-Appearance:
--Dimensions:
---Weight:
---Height:
--Eye Color:
--Hair:
---Color:
---Style:
--Clothes:
--Skin Tone:
--Other Attributes and Details:
-Personality:
--Traits:
--Habits:
-History:

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[color=purple][b][hl=gray]I_H Edit:[/hl][/b][/color] [b]Locked at GM's request[/b]

 

GM Note


Chuckles38 has been made my Co-GM as he is helping out making the plot.

 

OOC: I may send in a CS after I have not been up all night...

 

OOC: K, but try to remember that there are few ships.

GM Announcement

There is now only one open Captain rank, repeat one, first come first serve.

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My Character:



-Name: Nathan Blake
-Nickname: ?Onikami?
-Age: 28
-Gender: Male
-Nationality: Scottish
-Rank: Captain
-Ship: Red Maw
-Pirate Crew: Shadows of Fate
-Appearance:
--Dimensions:
---Weight: 185 lbs
---Height: 6? 2?
--Eye Color: Heterochromatic; Red left eye (Natural) Grey right eye (natural)
--Hair:
---Color: Black
---Style:
--Clothes: Musty white shirt covered by a torn and worn admirals coat, loose trousers that go over his black boots. Black Bandana with his pirate symbol embroidered onto it.
--Skin Tone: Caucasian
--Other Attributes and Details: Multiple scars along his body, walks with a slight limp despite his great health, and a necklace with bones. Armed with a cutlass, knife, rapier, and two pistols.
-Personality:
--Traits: Idealistic, Observant, Cautious, and Combat Loving
--Habits: Plays around with his pistol quite often, and usually has to remind his crew through ?learning? sessions, why it?s good to be kind to the newbies.
-History: Nate grew up in a rough western Scottish village that was usually a haven for pirates that were foolish enough to roam that close to England. This meant he grew up influenced to be a delinquent despite his decent grades in school. At about age 17 he was kicked out of his house for coming home drunk and nearly setting the house ablaze. He found himself in the middle of a pirate?s life as he stole a merchant?s sloop that was docked to be fixed with guns, unfortunately for Nate; the guns hadn?t been equipped yet. He had quickly taken water, nearly being sunk by an English naval vessel that was alerted to the theft. He had made it to Iceland where their naval force had caught him, and he spent a month in prison until a fortunate escape caused by a drunken group of pirates aboard a mid-sized ship. Nate managed to hijack another sloop, this time equipped with two deck guns and a rear gun, and eventually made it to the Caribbean.

From there he managed to start up a crew, who in turn aided him in the capture of a slave ship that was transferring slaves from England to English Caribbean ports. He renamed the Ship the Red Maw, and sunk the sloop that he previously was using. In due time he made a name of himself as one of the most strategic pirates in Caribbean, along with having contacts in just about every place possible.

 

-Name: Aura Militia
-Nickname: ?Bloodgaze Seishou?
-Age: 29
-Gender: Male
-Nationality: Romanian
-Rank: Captain
Ship: Mist Spirit
Pirate Crew: Paths to Afterlife
-Appearance:
--Dimensions:
---Weight: 120 pounds
---Height: 5.11
--Eye Color: Red
--Hair:
---Color: White
---Style: Midlength straight hair
--Clothes: A black coat that missing one arm because he cut it off and sewed it onto the other one to make it look longer, Black pants with multiple holes in the legs, Black Boots with feathers on the cuff
--Skin Tone: Albino
--Other Attributes and Details: A mask covering half of his face. Suffers from sleep deprivation
-Personality:
--Traits: Narcissistic, Loves blood, Weapon collector, Seems slightly unstable when he sees blood
--Habits: Has a habit of steal weapons for others
-History: Born to a wealthy Romanian family, Aura was subject to both physical and mental abuse. His parents were abusive and really hated him. He was rarely ever aloud to leave the house and was always locked in his room. At about the age of 13, his parents were robbed and murdered. He was left alive because the murderer was unaware his parents had a child. When he saw his parents bloody bodies, he chuckled under his breath as he had been wishing for his parents to die. He also began to develop a psychological imbalance, causing him to laugh psychotically at the sight of blood. He continued to live in the house in which his parents had died, despite the fact it was falling apart. At the age of 23, he began to steal everything he could get his hands on (weapons, food, ect.). He then commandeered a small one-man boat from the port and finally left that place.

 

Arrr, we be having a new Captain that be GM approved.

-Name: Chandler Billings
-Nickname: Dragon
-Age: 27
-Gender: Male
-Nationality: British by birth.
-Rank: Captain
Ship: The Storm Rider
Pirate Crew: Crew enough for a small galleon
-Appearance:
--Dimensions:
---Weight: 5'8"
---Height: 175 lbs
--Eye Color: Bright blue
--Hair:
---Color: Dark Brown
---Style: Medium length, windswept
--Clothes: Loose ruffled shirt, blue velvet vest, light khaki pants, black leather boots, white sash as a headband.
--Skin Tone: Tan
--Other Attributes and Details: Two scabbards and a single pistol holster complete with firearm, and a single crystal pendant.
-Personality: Fun loving and adventurous, he is also a bit eccentric and like to take some of the more dangerous routes to his destinations.
--Traits: Eccentric, clever, strategic
--Habits: Circumnavigating, looting, pillaging, sinking rival ships, you know your typical pirate goodness.
-History: Born to a poor family in the South of England he hopped aboard a boat shortly after his parents dies leaving him an orphan. His run of 'luck' wound him being taken hostage after the ship he snuck on board was attacked by pirates. Only about twelve by this time he was nonetheless very clever and convinced the captain of the pirate vessel to keep him on as a deck hand. He grew stronger and more inventive as time went on eventually taking over the ship at the death of the prior captain in the heat of a battle at sea. After the captain was slain he took control and managed to turn the battle against their foes, sending them to the briny deep. He now roams the seas seeking wealth and adventure, taking down any that would threaten his crew, or even sinking ships to pass the time.

 

SOME MORE STORY

The British Empire has always detested pirates, and the swashbuckling brigands know this all too well. However, the threat they posed seemed minor to the pirates. That no longer is so. Seemingly centered around the newly appointed Woodes, the English have upped their efforts to eradicate piracy in the Caribbean forever.

Times seem bleak for the pirates, as more and more are hunted down and exterminated. Few pirates have seen the danger their way of life is in. Five of the most notorious captains in the Caribbean have noticed, however, and are taking preparatory steps to combat this. A possible alliance is visible in the future.

At about the same time as this coming together of the pirate community, rumors of a secret stronghold have begun to surface. Dubbed the Isla de los Piratas, or Island of the Pirates, it is said to be the center of the pirate resistance to the British. Only a few choice captains know where to find it, and its location is the closest guarded secret of the pirating world.

However, all is not well with the pirates. The British have been attacking them with inhuman precision, hinting that there very well may be an informant within the pirate ranks. All of this makes for perilous times, but the pirates are not scared. It does, after all, provide adventure, and that is the key to a pirate?s life.


And, My character

Character Sheet:

-Name: Horatio Alexander Worthington
-Nickname: Alex, Alexander, The Gentleman
-Age: 29
-Gender: Male
-Nationality: British
-Rank: Captain
Ship: Everheart
Pirate Crew: ---
-Appearance:
---Weight: 135 lbs.
---Height: 5? 9?
--Eye Color: Blue
--Hair:
---Color: Brown
---Style: Cut short, neatly kept
--Clothes: Varies. Often wears an outfit reminiscent of his days in the British Navy, though with darker browns, greys, blacks and white.
--Skin Tone: Caucasian
--Other Attributes and Details: Always as clean cut and ordered as possible. Has a twin pair of pistols in holster at his back, behind his coat, and a rapier always hangs at his left side.
-Personality:
--Traits: Very easy going, except when ordering his crew. Cool and collected in combat. Has a soft spot for women and children, always sparing them if possible in his raids. Comparatively, he forces his men to be well behaved?. As well behaved as pirates can be, that is.
--Habits: Tends to fiddle with things, quills, strings, sticks, etc when he?s thinking. Often twirls them unconsciously as his mind works.
-History:

Horatio was born and raised in London, the son of an extremely wealthy family. His childhood was uneventful. He never wanted for anything, received the finest education, and was accepted into the British Navy as an officer at the age of fourteen.

His rank was low, but he proved to have extreme potential. Within three years had had progressed extraordinarily, and by the time he was twenty-one he was captain of his own vessel?the Everheart. He sailed it under the British flag for six years, fighting in many battles, but always coming out repairable? even if just so.

Eventually, he was moved over to the Caribbean, where most of the British Navy was needed.

When he was twenty-eight, he received orders of questionable ethic applications. He and his crew were to assault a suspected pirate colony and kill any living souls that they found there. When the crew landed, they found a small village occupied mostly by women and children. Horatio, always a gentleman, refused, and was ordered to return to Port Royal for punishment.

Instead, the captain and his crew deserted the British Crown, taking their ship with them. It has been a year and a half now, and most of his crew has come and gone, but Horatio is still captain of the pirate vessel, Everheart. He has been rising in infamy for the past year, and is now recognized as one of the finer swordsmen and captain in the Caribbean.




We're (Or at least I ) am going to be working extra hard to be sure this is not only enjoyable, but has as amazing a story as my brain can devise. It'll help if we have some british captains, some crew member

 

-Name: Jonathan Rale
-Nickname: Farsight
-Age: 25
-Gender: Male
-Nationality: English
-Rank: Weapons Master
Ship: None as of yet
Pirate Crew:
-Appearance:
--Dimensions:
---Weight: 120
---Height: 5?12
--Eye Color: Blue
--Hair:
---Color: Brown
---Style: Long to his shoulders
--Clothes: He wears white pants, a simple white shirt which is open at the collar. He wears his old blue Admiral coat over it all. He has belt around his waist, from his shoulder to his right hip. And a small belt around his boots.
--Skin Tone: Dark White
--Other Attributes and Details: He has a sword on his right hip, a dagger hidden on his right boot, and a dagger on his left hip. He has an eagle perched on his shoulder often. He has atleast two pistols, one on his belt and one hidden somewhere on his body.
-Personality: Jonathan is a mysterious character. Not much is known about him. He once worked as a privateer that much is known.
--Traits: Charismatic, intelligent and skilled in his arts.
--Habits: Training, going off by himself and writing.
-History:
Jonathan Rale was brought up in England. His father was a distinguished admiral in the navy. HE would often go on dangerous missions leaving his son a promise. He would give him his Admiral coat saying that when he returned he would get it back from him. Jonathan held him to his promise, sadly one day he did not return.
John was merely 19 years old. He soon left home staggering into a world of villainy. He took to drinking and soon spent his days in an attic writing. Soon John had enough of this life at 22 he took to the sea. He visited the world training in forms of martial arts, weaponry, and gun use. AT 25 he is self assured and ready to become a true pirate. At times he feels saddened for the turn in his life but he wishes to face a life of adventure.

Ofi-wan's CS (he asked me to)

-Name: Matthias Brock
-Nickname: Daredevil
-Age: 38
-Gender: Male
-Nationality: English
-Rank: ?
Ship:
Pirate Crew:
-Appearance:
--Dimensions:
---Weight: 150
---Height: 6?3
--Eye Color: Green
--Hair:
---Color: Red
---Style: He is neatly trimmed with a beard.
--Clothes: He wears dark blue pants, a white shirt and a faded blue Admiral coat.
--Skin Tone: Dark White
--Other Attributes and Details: He sports a sword on his right hip, a pistol on his left and a dagger.
-Personality: Matthias will do anything to reach his goal. He is not blood thirsty but is determined and charismatic. He recalls on his skills in the Navy to stir men up and cause them to join him in his pursuits.
--Traits: Intelligent, a writer, skilled in hand to hand combat and scholarly pursuits, he is charismatic
--Habits: Writing, perched on the sail looking into the ocean.
-History:
Matthias was an accomplished sea farer who worked in the Navy. After a tragedy at a battle Matthias was dishonorably discharged. Before he knew it he was on the run. He soon found a lonely island known as Bermuda. He settled there. At 28 he did what he could to help communities but was known as mysterious.
The head hunters who were tracking him found his position. Matthias attempted to live peacefully with his wife and young child. They soon ran to the Americas but they were brutally murdered by head hunters there. Driven by grief Matthias drew on his skills to kill those who tracked him. Matthias than returned to England. Driven by rage he killed the man who had started the hunt for him. This only increased the search for him.
Matthias soon turned towards the life of a Pirate. He is looking for a new crew to join?

 

Spatz Approved! Pirates: Beware.

-Name: Andrew Hawking
-Nicknames: The Huntsman, Captain, Sir
-Age: 24
-Gender: Male
-Nationality: British
-Rank: Captain
Ship: Officially the HMS Buckingham. Unofficially The Seadog?s Scourge
Privateer Crew: Sizeable galleon

-Appearance:
--Dimensions:
---Weight: 150 lbs.
---Height: 6? 2?
--Eye Color: Brown
--Hair:
---Color: Black
---Style: Shoulder length, tied off into a short ponytail at the back by a thin black string
--Clothes: Normally wears an open blue sailor?s coat over a white shirt, with black pants and polished black shoes. Keeps his weapons on a black belt with a gold buckle, and regularly alternates between a brown, black, and grey tri-corner hat
--Skin Tone: Normally pale, but tanned by two years at sea
--Other Attributes and Details: Always clean-shaven, and wears silver-rimmed spectacles. Is never seen without a cutlass, two or more pistols, and keeps a small dagger in his boot just in case

-Personality:
--Traits: Nothing describes Andrew?s personality quite like the terms his crew is required to use. When sailing or in town, he?s ?Captain,? slightly aloof, easy-going, calm. But as soon as a pirate ship rears it?s head, he becomes ?Sir,? a hard-line, no nonsense commander, and is ruthless in his pursuit. It is his ?Sir? persona that has earned him the nickname ?The Huntsman? among pirates throughout the Caribbean.

In either persona, Andrew remains extremely intelligent, and possessing of a tactical mind possibly unrivaled throughout the Caribbean, if not the Seven Seas.

--Habits:
?Captain?: Tends to push his glasses back up his face using his thumb and little finger on both sides. Often occupies his hands by other adjusting his hat or twirling objects into the air and catching them.

?Sir?: Pushes up his glasses by placing his index finger on their bridge. Drums his cutlass? handle impatiently during pursuits, and is prone to flamboyant gestures when issuing commands.

-History: If you were to inquire about Andrew Hawking?s past, he would most likely glare at you for a few moments before offering a simple reply of ?I hate pirates,? and leaving it at that. As a result only a few people know the full truth of his back-story, but what are generally accepted as the main facts follow.

At some point in Andrew?s younger years, his family moved to one of the various British possessions in the Caribbean. Pirates attacked this settlement not long after their arrival, and one or more of his relatives was killed in the ensuing chaos. In all probability this would account for his two very different mindsets.

At some later date, Andrew enlisted in the British navy, rising through the ranks with tremendous speed. Due to his familiarity with the Caribbean region, he was granted the title of privateer and his own vessel, the HMS Buckingham, or as it would become known, The Seadog?s Scourge. Since that appointment two years ago, he has been instrumental in British efforts to wipe out piracy in the region, an effort that, if Andrew has his way, will very much succeed.

 

GM Note

If we don't get another captain submission by the 14th, I will be making a second one myself and it will be no longer available. Also, I plan on starting the RP on either thursday, or next monday.


Sign-ups will continue to be open during the activity of the RP, but will be limited due to quality of the character sheet, and the number of sheets per month (If it gets going well enough)


I'm not active on weekends and therefore there is not going to be any announcements during weekends, and Chuckles38 will take over during such times until further notice.

 

Can one of us change our submissions to captain?

 

I'm sorry but no, anyways, Jonathan seems better as a weaponsmaster then a captain.


My Chary sheet revised:



-Name: Nathan Blake
-Nickname: ?Onikami?
-Age: 28
-Gender: Male
-Nationality: Scottish
-Rank: Captain
-Ship: Red Maw
-Pirate Crew: Shadows of Fate
-Appearance:
--Dimensions:
---Weight: 185 lbs
---Height: 6? 2?
--Eye Color: Heterochromatic; Red left eye (Natural) Grey right eye (natural)
--Hair:
---Color: Black
---Style: Like this.
--Clothes: Musty white shirt covered by a torn and worn admirals coat, loose trousers that go over his black boots. Black Bandana with his pirate symbol embroidered onto it.
--Skin Tone: Caucasian
--Other Attributes and Details: Multiple scars along his body, walks with a slight limp despite his great health, and a necklace with bones. Armed with a cutlass, knife, rapier, and two pistols.
-Personality:
--Traits: Idealistic, Observant, Cautious, and Combat Loving
--Habits: Plays around with his pistol quite often, and usually has to remind his crew through ?learning? sessions, why it?s good to be kind to the newbies.
-History: Nate grew up in a rough western Scottish village that was usually a haven for pirates that were foolish enough to roam that close to England. This meant he grew up influenced to be a delinquent despite his decent grades in school. At about age 17 he was kicked out of his house for coming home drunk and nearly setting the house ablaze. He found himself in the middle of a pirate?s life as he stole a merchant?s sloop that was docked to be fixed with guns, unfortunately for Nate; the guns hadn?t been equipped yet. He had quickly taken water, nearly being sunk by an English naval vessel that was alerted to the theft. He had made it to Iceland where their naval force had caught him, and he spent a month in prison until a fortunate escape caused by a drunken group of pirates aboard a mid-sized ship. Nate managed to hijack another sloop, this time equipped with two deck guns and a rear gun, and eventually made it to the Caribbean.

From there he managed to start up a crew, who in turn aided him in the capture of a slave ship that was transferring slaves from England to English Caribbean ports. He renamed the Ship the Red Maw, and sunk the sloop that he previously was using. In due time he made a name of himself as one of the most strategic pirates in Caribbean, along with having contacts in just about every place possible.


He is known as Onikami because of his pet, a half wolf - half Scottish Deerhound, named Dax, who is usually used for ship raids, and boarding weaker crewed ships. Dax himself is more intelligent than the average dog, and is strangly able to tell the difference of value between objects. Dax is also well cared for and respected, partially due to being half-wolf, and therefore dangerous to anyone who crosses him. Dax has been eqquipped with light leather padding in order to be protected from long range pistols, and cutlasses. Dax's teeth have been sharpened so that they pierce skin.

 

GM approved sheets

-Name: Cassidy Tola Murphy
-Nickname: Maniac, The Butcher of Helms' Deep
-Age: 34
-Gender: Male
-Nationality: Irish

-Rank: Captain
Ship: Aithri III (Penance in Irish Gaelic language, third ship to be given that name.)
Pirate Crew: 30 total (including Captain and Quartermaster)

-Appearance:
--Dimensions:
---Weight: 205 lbs
---Height: 6'0''
--Eye Color: dark blue
--Hair:
---Color: reddish brown
---Style: slightly wavy, length down to base of neck
--Clothes: crimson bandana, loose dark green shirt, black longcoat with metal toggles and hardware, loose black pants, brown cavalry boots, twin cutlass' in scabbards and twin pistols always present, pendant of familial coat of arms on leather cord around neck
--Skin Tone: tanned caucasian
--Other Attributes and Details: permanent facial stubble, star-shaped scar on right temple

-Personality:
--Traits: Dark outlook, nearly humorless, utterly merciless in combat, obsessively dedicated to his charge, completely despises any loyalty to the British Empire, protective and rewarding of and to his crew, alcoholic, caring of his Irish Wolfhound Tuili (Irish curse, proof that he does have a sense of humor)
--Habits: Gazing off into the sea while speaking with another person, speaking in native Irish Gaelic with his quartermaster when they want to discuss something without a third party catching on (will always be presented in green colored italic font, like this of course), refuses to drink Rum (always seeks out Irish Whiskey)
-History: A savage privateer born of tragedy, Cassidy Tola Murphy was once a peaceful mariner for the Irish Navy. That was abruptly changed 4 years ago when his entire family was slaughtered by a mob loyal to the English plantation owners in northern Ireland.
He did not get the news until a month later after he returned from sea. Consumed by rage and a desire to enact the most horrible revenge on any individual with a British accent, he was summoned by the Irish Parliment in Cork.
They recognized his tragedy, and decided to harness it. In an attempt to throw the British Empire off balance and weaken their stance in Ireland, Cassidy was commissioned as a privateer and sent to the Caribbean, with special orders.

Cassidy now stalks the Caribbean and its island, ruthlessly hunting down any ship flying the British flag and mercilessly engaging and slaughtering their crews. His crew consists of nothing but those who were victimized either personally or nationally by the British, all willing to do the amount of harm he asks them to. However, unlike most Pirates, he actively seeks out and engages British warships.
His targets: Naval documents and plans and high-ranking officers. All others are killed without any chance to join his crew.
However his presence is nothing but a boon to the true pirates of the area. Since his regular action is to kill crews and burn ships after taking cargo, a vast majority of his bloodiest actions are attributed to other pirates. Additionally, some crews have come under fire from him while flying a Union Jack in preparation for an ambush. Given the sheer amount of firepower the Aithri ships have brought to bear, it is a wonder they have survived at all.

-Name: Earnan Clancy
-Nickname: "Old Salt"
-Age: 42
-Gender: Male
-Nationality: Irish

-Rank: Quartermaster
Ship: See Cap. Murphy
Pirate Crew: See Cap. Murphy

-Appearance:
--Dimensions:
---Weight: 182 lbs
---Height: 5'9''
--Eye Color: Brown with green flecks
--Hair:
---Color: Salt and Pepper (Mostly brown but silvery white at the temples
---Style: medium, swept backwards
--Clothes: brown tricorne hat with silver trim, small sized reading glasses, white loose fitting shirt, brown vest, brown leather wristbands, blu

 

My Quartermaster


-Name: Sverd Ichard
-Nickname: "Devil Eye"
-Age: 22
-Gender: Male
-Nationality: Icelandic
-Rank: Quarter Master
Ship: See Nate
Pirate Crew: See Nate
-Appearance:
--Dimensions:
---Weight: 166 lbs
---Height: 5' 10"
--Eye Color: Black
--Hair:
---Color: Red
---Style: Short and spiky
--Clothes: Wears a loose white shirt with a black vest embroidered with the crew symbol. Wears loose black bants that fall over his black boots.
--Skin Tone: Icelandic
--Other Attributes and Details: Wears a pair of cutlasses, and a pistol, a black head band wrapped around his fiery hair, and sports a slight limp.
-Personality:
--Traits: Sverd is somewhat of the neverending loyal type, and would never go against his captain no matter what the reason, because of this he was entrusted with the rank of quartermaster, and is second in charge of the Red Maw. Sverd is quite Paranoid, and always flinches at the slightest of unexpected actions. Because of this he has faired quite well in many fighs and usually is able to tel exactly how the sword or bullet comes at him, giving him his nickname.
--Habits: Slightly flinchy, and usually is keeping his hand at the hilt of his sword.
-History: Not much is known about Sverd's past, as he grew up as an orphan, and was put on the streets as soon as he could speak properly. He ended up sleeping where-ever he could find a comfortable spot. Over the years he came to grow taller and stronger, thugh not by much. At the age of 11 he found himself on an abandonned sloop, and eventually fell asleep.

Upon waking up, he found that the ship was far from the Icelandic port he had grudgingly called home. The slightly intoxicated man at the helm he came to know as brother, and listened to his every command. Over the years he began living up to his Icelandic nature and became quite well built. He also was treated with great respect by his fellow crewmates, though was used to the lesser members bullying him only enough that Nate wouldn't notice, and therefore developped a paranoid attitude.

 

GM Announcement

This boat'll set sail as of the monday to come, ready you pistol and check your yardarms, this is going to be one heck of a ride.

 

GM Announcement

Weigh the anchors, check the yardarms, smash the half fortune wine across the bows, this ship has set sail, next stop; your choice, now get out there and play!

 

GM Approved!


-Name: Marric 'Reaper' Renar
-Nickname: Reaper
-Age: 25
-Gender: Male
-Nationality: British by birth.
-Rank: First Mate(Quartermaster I think?)
Ship: N/A
Pirate Crew: N/A
-Appearance:
--Dimensions:
---Weight: 171 lbs
---Height: 5'10"
--Eye Color: Emerald Green
--Hair:
---Color: Pitch Black
---Style: Shoulder length, messy.
--Clothes: Worn and Tattered calf length black jacket, cream colored shirt, worn black pants, and polished black boots. In addition also wears a green dyed leather vest and has a single shark tooth earring on his left ear.
--Skin Tone: natural pale, with a light tan.
--Other Attributes and Details: Carries a rapier along with an assortment of daggers(one of which a swordbreaker) but does not carry a gun.
-Personality:
--Traits: Serious but at times witty, Collector(of blades and trinkets), Quick-thinker.
--Habits: Collector(of blades and trinkets), stargazing, and challenging enemy officers and nobles to (blade)duels.
-History: Born a bastard son to a high ranking British noble, Marric was forced onto the street at a young age, beginning a deep hate of nobles from a young age. At the age of ten he was desperate to escape the streets of the slums he had been force to live in, and convinced a captain of a small trading vessel to take him on as a cabin boy, only asking for food and somewhere to sleep at night. Several years later as a young teen the ship he served on was captured by pirates and sensing a chance for greater freedom stabbed a member of the ship he had worked on for the past several years, saving the pirate captain's life. In turn Marric joined the pirate crew, finding someone just two years older then himself there as well and began a fast friendship with him during their time on the ship.

So when his friend Chandler Billings took over the ship when the captain died in the middle of the battle, Marric snapped the crews focus back on the fight with minimal delay thanks to his quick thinking. So it was that with the crew back in focus his friend Chandler managed to lead them to victory with Marric naturally assuming the role of first mate before anyone else could challenge it. Since then, he has remained steadfast in his loyalty to his friend, standing alongside him through thick and thin.

 

IC - Nate

Nate awoke bleakly to realize that at the time he had not been at sea. As of current Nate and his crew were docked at his secret base of operations, and were taking a well deserved rest. Nate checked the clock he had standing haphazardly in the corner of the room. It said that it was quarter after 10. Nate blinked, then donned his shirt and looked about himself. He hated sleep at his base as he usually didn't have a copanion. He had made it one of his goals to steal the heart of a girl he actually liked, partially for intelligence, and tomboyishness, as they did appear here and there. He hooked his pistol to his side and trudged out to the 'pit'. The 'pit' was basically a narrow, and deep hole in the ground that he used for personal purposes. Looking at it he smirked, and spat into it, proceeding to the crew's rooms. Pulling his pistol out and openning the door, he saw many of them still asleep, only a few, who had been raised to do so where awake. They had planned to go to port after this nights sleep, and therefore needed to get ready. Pulling the trigger, the small lead pellet unleashed itself from the barrel of the pistol, and through the roof of the cabin.

"Up and at'em ye olde seadogs!" Nate shouted in his diminished scottish accent, something that only hinted that he even had one, as it had degraded after many years at sea. Most of the pirates jolted awake at the shot, and those that didn't were already getting pushed aboput by their buddies.

"Now that ye've all had a nice old rest, how about getting the ship ready, I want to see the light of port by night at the latest." The pirates scrambled out of the room, still getting their stuff on, heading towards the ship. Nate yawned and went back to his room to finish getting dressed. He got to the ship to see that everyone was busy readying it, and smirked inwardly. He loved his ship as much as his dog. Dax had always chosen to sleep in the captains quarters, even if they were at port of base.

"Time to set sail!" Nate stated loudly, "And for me to have some good break'est." He added as he proceeded to his quarters, admiring the fact that they always had limes in store.

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IC - Sverd

Sverd sighed as he proceeded to the ship with what few crew members that had awoken with he. He loved life at sea, and was looking forward to running into a merchant's vessel on the way to port. As he and the few crew members finished their rationed breakfasts, they proceeded to the ship in order to prepare for leaving.

After a couple of hours, he heard a pistolshot and turned to the cabin, where small flakes of wood were floating back to the roof, and a shout barked out in the distinctive tone of his captain. Sverd just grinned, and finished loading the last barre, of which contained the captains favourite sea faring food, limes. Eventually captain Onikami and the rest of the crew were aboard, and the ship wasnearly ready to set sail. Sverd and one other crew member were readying the captains morning meal, the other member was fumbling with the limes however, and Sverd's nerve twitched.

"Watch what ye're doing ye dunce. If the captain's morning limes ain't right, there'll be hell to pay, and I swear I'll make it worse for ye." Sverd scolded in his thick Icelandic accent, sternly looking at the crew meber, who had finished gathering the fruit onto the plate along with the apples and oranges. Sverd always made sure the crew was in line, even if his captain gave them a slightly longer leash and was sometimes childish, Sverd had first hand accounts of Onikami's anger, and didn't wish for him to be angered so early in the morning.

Sverd made his way up deck and got to Onikami's side as he declared the order to set sail. Then proceeded to the stern deck to keep an eye on the goings on while they were at sea.

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IC: Horatio "Alex" Worthington
At Sea On Board the Everheart

Alex leaned against the rails, staring out over the ocean. It never ceased to amaze him, the sunrise on the the water. He watched as the first rays of day danced upon the water, glistening and shimmering in a myriad of colors. Alex sighed and turned from the view. It was time to get moving. They'd been sailing all night, but let their pace slow as the night came on. However, there was a merchant vessel visible off of the port bow, and it was important for them to be successful today. Alex and his crew were a good bunch of pirates, but times were rough with the British cracking down as they have recently.

Thoughtlessly, Alex began walking the deck, shouting out orders to his crew. His first mate relayed them brilliantly... they had been together since their British days,and the two complemented each other brilliantly.

It did not take them long to catch up to the merchant vessel. Everheart was a fully equipped British Man o' War, and it had been modified enough that even a normal British Naval vessel would be hard pressed escaping the guns of Everheart.

As the two ships neared, it became clear that Everheart would be the victor. However, they were now flying a British flag, so the British merchant vessel had not taken up battle positions yet. Alex was sure of a victory, but before the Everheart could spring the trap..... the other vessel did. From the back of the ship, a sheet dropped and H.M.S. Honor was visible. Alex's eyes widened and he began shouting orders more furiously. It was a trap.... and they fell into it.

TAG: Any or none

 

IC: Nate

Nate was feeling refreshed after his meal and saw that they could barely make out their Island base. He decided to pull out his eyepiece, and look about, hoping to find something interesting on their way to port. After a while he finally something, about two ships closer than the horizon, and it looked as if they were about to fire upon each other.

"Long-Sight, do you see what I see?" Nate shouts up to the rickety old man atop the main mast. The man leans over the gaurd rail and shouts back a giddy little,

"Aye sir, you wouldn't be thinking?" nate just grins and shouts, all hands on deck, ready the guns, and full speed ahead, we've got some fun!" Long-Sight sighs amusedly, and goes back to his post, seeing if he could get more on the battle for aid of his captain and crew-mates. Nate was throwing orders, making sure that he could embrace everything to get there as fast as possible.

Now within a half mile of the ships, Long-Sight shouts,

"Got the ship ID, it's the H.M.S. Honor and the Everheart. Damn, captain Worthington's got his hands full." Nate nods and shouts,

"Ready the forward guns, that British sticks gonna get lit." He heard the whoops, and shouts of about five men race to the front, preparing the forward guns, known as the 'Wicked Sisters'.

Ready or not Worthington, here I come. Nate thinks to himself bemusedly.

Tag: Alex

 

IC: Captain Chandler Billings

The guns had been quite for a few hours, Chandler and his crew had managed, again, to completely blindside another target, run aboard and get yet another hoard of swag. That was the problem with Navy vessels, the folks on board were rarely perceptive enough to notice an incoming galleon bearing down on them, cannons blasting with pinpoint accuracy. By the time they reacted they were already thrown overboard, slain, or taken as captives for ransoms. No this fight was routine like many of the others they had had over the past few weeks. Chandler was beginning to grow bored with this lack of a challenge, perhaps it was time to go after something bigger, he'd been sinking small frigates and galleons for sometime now, maybe it was about time to take on a warship. He smoothly dropped from the rope he was hanging on landing softly at the side of his First Mate Marric.

"So what do you say we go take on something the size of our own egos for a change? These peices of driftwood are no challenge anymore. I say drop our cargo off at the cove, then go out and sink a warship. Should be fun, plus if it's run the same way as these peices of scrap we'll have no problem taking them down...our crew is too fast to notice." he added with a grin. "So what do you say Marric?" he said grinning and patting one of the cannons next to him, it was still warm form all the firing it did during the short fight.

TAG: Marric

 

IC: Marric 'Reaper' Renar

"So what do you say we go take on something the size of our own egos for a change? These peices of driftwood are no challenge anymore. I say drop our cargo off at the cove, then go out and sink a warship. Should be fun, plus if it's run the same way as these peices of scrap we'll have no problem taking them down...our crew is too fast to notice." he added with a grin. "So what do you say Marric?"

Marric looked up from where he had been polishing his rapier, which had been quite bloodied from the previous fight, to look at his captain and friend. With a twinkle in his eyes he replied, "Well let's see, a challenge, a chance to gain some spare cannons and parts, and, best of all, a chance to gut some arrogant noble upstart of a captain!" Marric stood up, sheathing the rapier and stashing the cloth he had been using, the handkerchief of the man he had dueled in their last fight, into his pocket.

"But something the size of our own egos? That my friend is impossible. There is no shipwright in the world capable of make anything close to that size!" Marric said laughing the whole while. "But I s'poze we will just have to try anyway my friend!"

Tag: Chandler

 

IC: Andrew Hawking
The Caribbean, Aboard the HMS Buckingham

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"You know, Captain... what was it you called yourself? Greybeard... You really ought to think more carefully about which ships you decide to arbitrarily assault in the middle of these waters. Of course, I suppose that's a lesson you've already realized..."

Hawking strolled about the captured pirate, his cutlass acting as a sort of proxy hand adding emphasis to his speech. There was nothing he enjoyed quite so much as the brigands' final moments, the slow realization coming across their face that not only was the infamous British Huntsman about to kill them, but that they had no idea precisely when. Andrew smirked as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose with his index finger. His own crew backed up a few paces. "Sir" was very much in control here.

"... Seeing as your ship is so much scrap iron and wood fragments strewn across the sea floor, and your crew is not much better off. Quartermaster?"

"Y-yes Sir?" his quartermaster replied, visibly nervous. The captain's "Sir" persona was always fearsome, but it was at times like these that the crew thought him out-and-out dangerous.

"Tell me, are the sharks enjoying the snack we so graciously provided them?"

"I-indeed Sir. Not one scrap of the scum left floating..."

"That will be all, then," Hawking continued his display, cutlass tip tracing around Graybeard's features before finally coming to rest on the back of his neck. "Tell me, Graybeard, you ever considered [i]shaving[/i]...?" He positioned the cutlass now as if to slice the pirate's throat. The pirate captain gulped. "[i]No[/i]...?" the Huntsman chuckled, moving the blade slightly closer to the throat. "Well, then, why start now?"

There was a shot, and the remains of Graybeard fell to the deck with a thud. Sheathing his cutlass, Andrew proceeded to blow the smoke still trailing from the pistol he had secretly drawn. The bait-and-switch was one of his favorite maneuvers, be it in ship-to-ship combat or just in these... [i]sessions[/i] of his, but he did regret the effect it tended to have on his wardrobe. Now, however, was not the time for such things.

"Let that serve as a warning to all pirates," he proclaimed, making a sweeping gesture with his right arm, "Surrender to the British and obey our laws... Or [b]die![/b] Is that not right, crew?"

[b]"Aye aye, Sir!"[/b] the chant rang out. Hawking grinned.

"Magnificent. Now, you there, please remove this former criminal from my deck, and get a mop perhaps." He adjusted his hat slightly.

"Yes, Captain."

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IC: Murphy and Clancy
Location: Aboard the Airthri III, en route for Isla de Tortuga
*The morning brought more than just fair winds, following seas, the occasional smell of rotting seaweed or fish, and a certain British ships' capture of a pirate of little consequence.

Not far removed from the normal shipping lanes around the British Virgin Islands, the remains of what was once a 14 gun cutter ambled along on the current. Most would have been hard pressed to recognize the remains for what it once was, a ship of the British Royal Navy, the HMS Typhon.

Not only did her skeleton betray the fact that she had been pummeled reletnessly by multiple shots and set afire, but her crew of 25 had been mercilessly slaughtered in a massacre, with none left alive.

While one would have suspected that a desperate pirate looking for an easy victory over a lesser opponent had done this, it was in fact the work of a ship and crew that posed a larger threat to the British presence than any ragtag band of pirates. The ship itself was heading to port in Isla de Tortuga, arguably the most lawless and disreputable ports to ever exist anywhere at any time.

Gazing out to sea at the rear of the fantail, Cassidy Tola Murphy, Captain of the Airthri III considered the implications of what he had taken from the cutter that they had earlier destroyed.
As per their continuing mission, they had raided the small British Warship, and when no senior officers of any consequence had been discovered, the entire crew had been laid to waste, their stores and documents raided, and the ship burned, as they had always done.

However, the documents that this ship yielded had provided clues to a change in the British presence in these waters. Changes that could spell the end for not only the ruffians and brigands that called themselves pirates, but for the peoples that the butchers of the crown oppressed.

The unfortunate truth was if any man woman or child wished to be truly free in the Caribbean, the uncouth mobs of Pirates would have to know what Murphy suspected.

Quartermaster Earnan Clancy, known to the captain and crew as "Old Salt", tapped Captain Murphy on his shoulder and gave him the report from the armorers below.*

"Finney and his mates gave me the shakedown. We'd be wise to stock up on yon 36 pounder shells when we put into Tortuga. Though we gave that pitiful skiff a right correct pounding, we expended more ammunition than expected."

*Murphy looked up then turned around, resting his back against the railing*

"Very well, tell Finney that he is to procure shot as needed when we put into Tortuga. He can use that coal we took from our last merchant ship as bartering supplies."

*Clancy nodded and was about to leave when Murphy spoke again. In a previous life Clancy had been the Captain and Murphy had been the Quartermaster, before the charring of Murphys soul at the hands of the British. While Murphy was the Captain, he was also no fool and knew that Clancy had the pulse of the men*

"Old Salt, please squelch any rumors regarding the documentation we liberated from the cutter. I will address them myself after we procure a meeting with other pirate crews."

"Aye sir, I will see to it forthwith."

*With his acknowledgment, Clancy turned and tended to the never-ending duties of the Quartermaster.

The entire conversation the two had shared had been spoken in Gaeilge, the native language of the Irish people. In fact most of the 105 men were Irish and spoke it, with the rest being a mix of French and Spanish ancestry.

The common thread they shared was an absolute hatred of the British Empire, King George I, the British Parliament, or anything or any person having any sort of allegiance to Great Britain.
They were not pirates, they were in fact privateers, with a secret commission and charge from the Irish Parliament.

Their presence so far from home was simple: to completely disru

 

IC: Chandler Billings

"It's settled then." Chandler said with a hearty laugh. "ALL RIGHT YOU BILGERATS, LET'S SHOVE OFF!!!" he shouted to the rest of the crew, them replying with a strong "AYE CAPT'N!" in return as they scurried to their stations. They then raised anchor and dropped sail and shot off into the blue as the sun began to rise higher over the horizon. "Okay we make for our trove, drop off our goods, then have some fun!" he added as he walked among his crew, each of them smiling, they knew what fun was, and all of them had developed a taste for it themselves, there were few on his crew that didn't enjoy watching a Navy vessel sink to the briney deep.

"Now we'll be taking on something a bit larger this time boy's, maybe even a good strong Man-o-War. That should be a good one." he added with a chuckle. "Now full sail and head toward Haiti boys. You know where to go from there." he added, he then went back to the wheel. "So you think a Man-o-War will be enough for us, or should we take an entire harbor on?" he added lightly carresseing the edges of the wheel.

TAG: Marric