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**ｒａｂｂｉｔ** · 04-05-2016, 03:17 AM

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rated M for mature; anything under the umbrella of this rating is permissible

For centuries, pirates and corsairs have captured the imagination of people all around the world; many of them follow the vivid stories of pirates adventures through the crisp of pages of a dime novel, but once it was a livelihood, an attitude, a code, a way of life. This is the life, though for some it's more about necessity than desire.

The crew of The Lazarus is intrepid and, some would say, slightly dysfunctional; as a whole they are loyal and hard working, but without a common goal it is hard to see why any of them would band together in the first place. For over ten years they have been sailing the high seas between the lands of Marina and Ethello and the many clusters of islands in between. Wizards and witches may rule the land, but the oceans, its currents and depth more than enough to disrupt strong mortal-conjured magic, are free for any and all with enough skill and courage to take them. Gathered from every walk of life - humans from the walled Magician's City, elves from the wide lush forests, even mer from the depths of sea itself - a myriad of races have danced across the decks of The Lazarus, but her captains have always been sure to keep the things too big, powerful or dangerous from joining the crew. Otherwise, the Lazarus might find the Seeker Ships of the world's superpowers in their wake or a granite golem sinking the vessel after it's had a bad day.

Of course, life on the open sea isn't all fun and treasure hunting! Occasionally, when the winds aren't favorable, the trade routes too heavily guarded, or that map you found turns out to be a dead end, you need to be open to being bought. Commissioned voyages can vary from playing fetch for the newest piece of some wealthy Lord's art collection to sailing out into uncharted waters for a treasure you can't keep or even the protection of a high-value guest upon the ship. The prices of these business ventures are sure to please each crew member's coffers, should you make it back to port to collect in full. It pays off more often than not, but sometimes - just sometimes - things go wrong.

Our Ship

Spoiler: The Lazarus

Some Positions On Board

Spoiler: Details

Captain
The captain, however he came to his position, was chosen for his leadership, bravery, and cunning. The captain was responsible for the ship and everything aboard her; every item and every man. He was responsible for the overall decisions affecting the ship and her crew. The captain decided where to sail and what to attack. He was the voice of his crew to all beyond the ship. He often led his crew in battle. In terms of daily duties, the captain kept a log of the voyage, managed the affairs of the ship through the officers, and generally served a four to six hour shift at the helm. The captain stayed in power by being successful. As long as there are prizes to plunder, rum to drink, and food to eat, the captain will not be voted out or mutinied against. It is when things get lean that the captain must worry about crew voting him unfit for command.

Quartermaster
The quartermaster (or first mate on a privateer vessel) was the number two man on the ship. He was responsible for enforcing the ship’s articles, administering punishment when necessary and maintaining discipline among the deck crew. The quartermaster was the trustee of the ship and her crew. He directly represented the crew to the captain. It was his responsibility to serve as a counterbalance to the captain in decisions that might be hazardous to the ship or the crew. A wise captain made no decisions that his first mate didn’t support. The quartermaster took responsibility for prize vessels and picked the treasure that the crew would take from a prize. He was also responsible for counting the booty and splitting the shares. Each day would find him working with his subordinate officers the boatswain, the master gunner, and the master at arms to effectively run the ship. The first mate also served a turn at the helm, generally a four to six hour shift.

Boatswain
The boatswain was the number four man on the ship. He was in charge of the provisions for the ship. He maintained the stores of food, water, rum, gunpowder, shot, sails, rope, wood, and tar required to keep the ship and crew fit for action. The boatswain also directed the loading of cargo into the hold to maintain the proper ballast to ensure level sailing. He was in charge of keeping the watches on the ship. He was responsible for the ship’s longboats and for picking a crew to man the sweeps when the longboats were used. The boatswain was charged with maintaining the ship’s seaworthy status. He oversaw the duties of both the carpenter and the cook. The boatswain generally had a mate to help him with his responsibilities. In general, his duties were to make certain that all the work of running the ship was done. He reported to the quartermaster. The Boatswain was often the most feared man on the ship because his obligations often made him uncompromising. It was his responsibility to keep everything “ship-shape”. Leniency was something the quartermaster might give to the crew, but it was not something the boatswain was in the position to give. Day and night, the boatswain would drive the crew to do whatever work was required. He maintained the watch log and reported any problems to the quartermaster.

Carpenter
The Carpenter was a skilled wood worker, often with some shipwright experience, who did all of the woodworking required by the crew. He was primarily responsible for repairing damage to the wooden portions of the ship and for plugging leaks that got too bad. (Ye should understand right now, before ye go to sea, that all ships leak, mates. It’s just when they really leak badly that you have to worry about it.) The Carpenter was also responsible for the construction of barrels and crates, as needed, to store cargo, as well as maintaining the tools of his trade. He took orders from and reported to the Boatswain.

Cook
The Cook was one of the most important of the lower officers. He was in charge of all matters relating to food on the ship. He made certain there was enough food, water, and rum on board for the planned cruise. He cooked the meals and suggested rationing when it was necessary. The Cook butchered the meat brought back by hunting parties and was the only man trusted to light a fire below decks. He maintained the necessary tools for both cooking and butchering. The Cook took orders from and reported to the Boatswain.

Surgeon
The Surgeon was likely one of the toughest men on the ship. He served as the barber/doctor/emergency surgeon for the entire crew. He was equally capable of shaving your beard and cutting off your damaged leg. The Surgeon dealt with not only the sick and the wounded, but also the dead. He, like the other lower officers, was responsible for maintaining the necessary tools of his trade. The Surgeon took his orders from and reported to the Quartermaster. It was rare for a ship to have a real doctor and it was common for the carpenter or the cook to fill this role as needed.

Master at Arms
The Master at Arms was often the most skilled warrior on the crew. He was responsible for training the crew in hand to hand combat. He also led the ship’s boarding parties and hunting parties when they were necessary. The Master at Arms position was not a separate position on every vessel and often these responsibilities fell to the Quartermaster. When the Master at Arms position was filled on a ship, he took orders from and reported to the Quartermaster.

Brutes or Men at Arms
A great deal of hard work and heavy hauling is involved in just sailing a tall-masted ship. In strong winds the canvas sails must be man-handled by a deck crew that is stronger. Loading and unloading supplies, most especially cannons or chests of gold, requires a number of strong backs. This is why every ship has its share of brutes – big, strong men capable of handling themselves no matter the work or the fight. In addition to the tasks already mentioned, brutes would be key men in hunting parties, ship boarding, and raiding groups as well. Keep in mind that not all brutes need to be hulking bruisers. A wiry-tough and dexterous hunter, skilled with both blades and long rifle, could be a brute as well. Brutes, no matter their size, do not shrink from a hard task. Men of this sort make up perhaps as much as 1/2 of a pirate crew, but they will be mixed among the gunners and swabbies, not a stand alone corp. Most of the men on a pirate or privateer ship were probably gunners.

Pilot
The pilot was the number three man on the ship and often the most educated. He served as the ship’s navigator and was generally the best all around sailor aboard the ship. He was responsible for plotting the ship’s course and maintaining that course. The pilot maintained all of the ship’s charts and maps as well as the tools of navigation. He was charged with keeping a daily log of every event relating to the sailing of the ship. He recorded the depth, the currents, the wind patterns, the ship’s location, the locations of reefs and sandbars, and the state of the rigging. He reported directly to the captain. The pilot oversaw the work of the sail-master and almost always had at least one assistant (a pilot’s mate) to help him with his duties. The pilot and his mate both served separate shifts at the helm in addition to taking readings from the moon and stars to plot and maintain the course.

Sail-master
The Sail-master was the most experienced crewman in the rigging and usually one of the best sailors on the ship. He was responsible for maintaining the sails and the rigging. The Sail-master knew every knot, line, rope, block and tackle in the rigging as well as how to repair them all. He was also responsible for training and running the sail crew as well as overseeing the making and patching of sails. The Sail-master took orders from and reported to the pilot.

Swabbies or Riggers
Swabbies, or actual trained sailors, are the crew members responsible for handling the rigging and the sails to keep the ship moving. These are the guys and gals who climb the ratlines into the rigging and walk the spars that jut from the masts. Swabbies sometimes fight from the highest position that they can get to on their own ship and then leap into the rigging of the enemy vessel when boarding. Often dexterous fighters, swabbies are known for leaping into the fray, but sometimes they hide in the rigging as deadly snipers. It might be surprising to discover that skilled sailors usually comprised less than 1/3 of the total crew compliment of the ship.

Master Gunner
The master gunner was the number five man on the ship. He was responsible for the care and cleaning of all firearms, culverin (deck guns), and cannons on board the ship. He was also responsible for training the crew in the use of both firearms and ship’s weaponry. The master gunner picked and ran the gunnery crew. He reported to the quartermaster, but was responsible to the entire ship to make certain that the cannons hit the declared target. He was also responsible for maintaining the inventory of powder and shot for all of the guns on the ship. The master gunner was the only crew member besides the captain and the quartermaster entrusted to carry a key to the ship’s powder magazine. Additionally, the master gunner often led or picked hunting parties when they were called for. His day to day duties mainly consisted of drilling the gunnery crew and maintaining the guns.

Gunners
Depending upon the size of their shot, each cannon required a crew of either 3 or 4 men to load and fire it. These crewmen would have to be available 24/7 to do their job whenever required, but there was often double-duty in most crews. Most pirate ships didn’t keep a full compliment of gunners like warships of the time did because fewer crew members meant fewer shares and that meant more money for everyone when the treasure was split. Gunners could make up between 1/3 to 2/3 of a crew.

Musikers
Musicians were popular with the crew, as they were entertainment as well as a valuable battle element. The musicians played during meal times and during work breaks allowing the crew some entertainment to break the monotony of long hours of tiring work. This boost in moral was welcome at anytime, but was perhaps the most effective when used in battle. The musicians would play marches and other martial music. There were drum rolls, trumpet and bugle calls, and perhaps even a piper given the nationality of the crew. Add to this the noise of the ship’s cook beating upon his pots and pans and the crew stamping their feet or beating their weapons against the ship. Finally top this off with the sounds of shouting, screaming, and shooting, both pistols and rifles as well as cannons and deck guns. Your imagination can supply you with the details of the scene. The intended result is achieved: the morale aboard the pirate vessel is raised to a fevered pitch while the morale of their intended prize is shaken.

Striker
The striker was often well travelled and knew something about everything, at least as far as the world around him went. He was a skilled hunter who trapped sea turtles and manatees, fished for sharks and other large fish and also hunted wild game when the crew came ashore. His knowledge of local plants aided in collecting edible fruits and vegetables as well as medicinal plants and herbs. The striker’s expert ability at hunting and fishing earned them a spot among the crew and made them a viscous warrior.

Our World

Spoiler: Ethello

Ethello
Climate: temperate and cold regions
Home to most of the Witches and Wizards in this world, no matter the race, but also the homeland for all humans. Largely urban country with agricultural and open country further from the coasts. Humans make up the bulk of the population, but many others races fill the streets and Race Quarters (slums). Ethello is run by the powerful magic users that were either born in, moved to, or were captured and brought to its shores by the global police force known as the Seekers. Each Wizard Lord or Witch Lady has their own small county with their own capital.

Balefire: The largest port on the Western Coast and some consider this to be the unofficial capital of Ethello, excluding Lord Malkor of Balefire who calls his estate of Wormwood Manor the capital. Balrefire is the center for all trading since every trade needs to go through Balefire to reach the other cities. Consisting of everything from the slums to high end Wizard estates, it really is one of the biggest melting pots in Dayas.

Witchwood: A larger inland city north of Balefire and east of Skullsplit pass, Witchwood is largely controlled by Wizard Lord Kellor, a direct ally of Lord Malkor. The city inhabitants themselves make a living trading the magical herbs that grow within their borders whose properties are varied in nature from healing to magical enhancements and poisons.

Mysterium: A small town to the East of Balrefire. While the smallest of the four great Wizard cities, Mysterium is the hub for all the Mage Hunting Seekers and the premier training grounds for Battle Magic everywhere. This city is run by Lady Isabella and despite her cities small size the weight of being the one that controls Ethello’s police force makes up for it.

Runepeak: A large town directly on the border between Ethello and Arthinain. Being on the frontlines of an age old war between Humans and Elves, Runepeak was forced to become the central forging hub for all the magical items known in Ethello and much of the other civilized countries around Dayas. As such Runepeak is a militaristic town and the home to many noble mercenary bands. It is run by Lady Giselle and despite being a city always ready for war Runepeak is rumored to be one of the nicest and noblest cities in Ethello. The Seekers are kept in check against abusing their power by the City Watch known as the Red Marchers, and usually with their superior enchanted gear the Marchers win.

Spoiler: Arthinain

Arthinain
Climate: tropical and dry regions
Homeland of the Elves, and also the largest concentration of nomadic Beastfolk. A land of tribes with isolated urban outposts deemed neutral ground for all in accordance with the Blood Crown treaties. Elves are the largest, most prosperous tribe in this land, but the “Beastfolk Alliance” is the second largest group and have often been at war with the Elves hence the need for the treaties. These neutral cities are the hubs for trading and where nearly all non-Elven and non-Beastfolk people that live in Arthinain. The Elven colonies are patrolled by the Emerald Blades and by large they are the Arthinain version of the Seekers. Hunting down mages, acting as police, and being the frontline fighters for the Elven people.

Foulport: A port situated off the southern end of Arthinain inside the cove of a cliff face. The Port itself is known as a nest of Pirate activity and shady transactions, and most of the illegal slave, drug, and smuggling trades run through Foulport at one time or another on their way to various destinations. The Port itself is accessible only by sea, as it is guarded on three other sides by towering cliff faces and mountains.

Cubaneo: A bustling dirty port city, while it is bustling the place is mostly slums and often looked at as a cheap pleasure center for many wanderers looking to clean up, drink up, and get down.

Isle of the Itican: One of the few islands inhabited entirely by a race of Beastfolk. In this case, the feline Itican, the race and the island are fairly split down the middle between male and female. The island is frequently at war with the split clans constantly fighting to dominate the other.

The Green Camp: The largest all Elven city in Arthinain, it is located atop a great hill deep in the jungle country of the continent. Many Elven families call this lush basin home, it is also the Headquarters of the Emerald Blades. The city is run by an Elder Council consisting of the wisest Elves from the oldest families. They trade many rare gems they have mined and hunt the many animals that call the area home to sell the excess meats and hides.

Longtooth: The Beastfolk only city at the center of the Alliance and the largest concentration of Beastpeople in the entire nation. Each clan has it’s own quarters within the confines of the city’s natural stone walls. Catpeople, Dogpeople, Lizardpeople and many more, peace is kept amongst the usually aggressive races due to the efforts of the Collective Hunters. Representatives from each race patrol in groups of four or six and using a network of contacts and signals to keep an eye on everyone. This village is run by an Elder Council of the Chiefs for each race.

Spoiler: Marina

Marina
Climate: tropical and temperate, with many rivers and deltas
Homeland of the Dwarves, and many reservations for Orcs and Goblins. A land filled with thick forests, raging rivers, wild beasts, all under the iron fist of the Dwarves. Like Arthinain, Marina is full of tribes and clans. Only the people don’t live in isolated plots of land, they live in magnificent cities with technological wonders that can rival the arcane strongholds of Ethello. But even around these large cities, the wilderness reigns and that is where the reservations of Orcs and Goblins live after they were banished from the Dwarven cities long ago. These cities are built up around the deep Dwarven mines and run by the owners of said mines.

Blackiron: Large but also mostly flat city run by the Blackeye Dwarf Clan. Weaponsmiths, armorsmiths, and the ones that hold the monopoly on the high grade metals used by much of Dayas. They are a stoic lot and known for their heavy guards and shock troops that can mow over a battlefield like an avalanche.

Goldspire: A city taller than it is wide and run by the Goldskin Dwarf Clan. Goldsmiths, Jewelers, and part owners of the fat East Mines that create nearly a third of Dayas’s gold. An arrogant and regal group of Dwarves they are known for their fine clothing, fine ale, and love of blood sports where criminals and those unlucky enough to earn their ire are tossed into a ring and expected to fight for their freedom. Also known for the shining Golden Knights that act as commanders and royal guards for the Goldskin leaders and their armies.

Silversteps: A city built going up the side of a large hill run by the Silvermane Dwarf Clan. Silversmiths, craftsmen of luxury items of all descriptions, and part owners in the fat East Mines that create a third of the world’s silver. Silvermane’s are less arrogant than the Goldskins, but are temperamental when things don’t go they way the planned it. They are very big on martial prowess and have some of the most highly skilled and disciplined combat troops in the Dwarven homeland.

Bronzebrick: A fortress city with high gleaming walls that is run by the Bronzehand Dwarf Clan. Builders and Engineers, the Bronzehands are the classic nose to the grind workers and are famous for making massive steam-powered golems that can fight better and longer than any trooper the world over, but the creations are wildly expensive and a pain to fix out in the field, so they rarely see action outside of defending the town from attacks.

The Caitain Archipelago: The largest island of Caitain and the sister islands in it’s small archipelago is the site of one of the most desperate magical battles of history. These sort of scars do not heal quickly. The ambient magical energies have given the humans that live on the island a strange connection. To this day children born on the island are soul tied to animals. This connection lets the two beings share each other’s bodies, strengthening both of them. The animals usually grow in intelligence and age form this connection while humans get physical traits/abilities that otherwise would not be available to them. However this connection means that if one of the party dies the other soon follows dying depressed and lost.

Spoiler: Dartmor

Dartmor
Climate: temperate, cold and polar
Homeland of Orcs and Goblins, but also home to many reclusive clans of other races since Dartmor is considered a safe haven for the unwanted. The cold mountainous lands where all Goblins and Orcs can trace their ancestry from. Built around the arts of war and smithing, Dartmor is a hub for the metal trades around the world, some would even say Dartmorian weapons and armor can rival those created by Dwarves. Like Ethello, Dartmor is a more urbanly built country with the centers being around the legendary training barracks of the many Mercenary bands that have fought for control over each city. Outside the cities there lies large barren scrublands and tundras where the Derelicts, or any unwanted people that have been banished from the more civilized areas of the world. Penal Colonies, Crime Families, and even some Mage Convents where people with magical powers have fled the very long arm of the Seekers of Ethello.

Agrog: The Icy city of the North, filled mostly with gray or white skinned Orcs and home to the Icedart Guard Mercenary band. This snowy fortress is an imposing structure built by the early ancestors of the Orcs and is debatably the oldest settlement in Dayas. They are skilled at forging and utilizing heavy two handed weapons and known for being dangerous survivors.

Sickle: The Vibrant city of the East, home to mostly Green skinned Goblins and the base for the Wild Tamers Mercenary band. This wide spread plains fort is built of extremely strong and remarkably fire resistant wood called rock pine. Known for their skill at creating and shooting ranged weapons and having very keen eyes.

Semoniy: The Rocky city of the West, a town filled with black skinned Orcs and the red skinned Goblins, and the base for the Rock-Breaker Mercenary Band. The city is actually built into the sides of several large mountains running along the Sawback Range. The citizens of Semoniy are skilled miners, forge remarkable one hand weapons, and are skilled at their use.

Elzaor: The Woodsy city of the South, Elzaor looks like a bigger version of Semoniy and a wooden version of Agrog. It is a large fortress complex also made of rock pine, but massive and straddling a rushing river filled with rapids and jagged rock formations. It is home to the River Wardens Mercenary Band. And populated by both Orcs and Goblins of a curious blue complexion, somewhat hinting at the shared lineage Orcs and Goblins are said to have. Some even say the residents of Elzaor are closer to the ancient Orcs and Goblins than the other races. They are skilled in making and wielding deadly pole-arms.

The Bare Lands: While the four main cities of Dartmor hold much of the nation’s populations, the vast lands between the cities are filled with the outcasts of all civilized societies. Prison Colonies, Renegade Tribes, and reclusive villages filled with people trying to avoid the long arm of the law.

Established Races & Lore

Spoiler: Details

Mer can only reproduce with humans. Male mer (mermen) are sterile, leaving female mer (mermaids) only able to reproduce with human males. Young mer age quickly, the infant and adolescent period no more than seven years, after which the aging slows to a standard human’s.

Dunmer (dark elf) is a race that's believed to be cursed and is not a race that is tight-knit. Elves have their sanctuaries in forests and that's often where one can find their cities and communities, which sometimes cross-over with smaller human and other race's communities, but on the whole they're mostly separate from others. Dunmers are not. They integrate, they'll be found in cities and islands and spread out across everywhere. There are no large families of Dunmer, many children are estranged from their parents. This is because of the "curse" that Dunmer are believed to carry and Graveward's experience is a very good depiction of this - tragedy will befall Dunmer and the more Dunmer that are gathered in one space, the more horrific the tragedy. Elves aren't as inclined to vicious behaviors as humans and Dunmer, or some of our other races are.

Caitainians are from the island of Caitain and the sister islands in it’s small archipelago is the site of one of the most desperate magical battles of history. These sort of scars do not heal quickly. The ambient magical energies have given the humans that live on the island a strange connection. To this day children born on the island are soul tied to animals. This connection lets the two beings share each other’s bodies, strengthening both of them. The animals usually grow in intelligence and age form this connection while humans get physical traits/abilities that otherwise would not be available to them. However this connection means that if one of the party dies the other soon follows dying depressed and lost.

Iticans are an anthropomorphic feline race that occupies several islands in the south sea near Arthinain. Separated by gender, male and female Itican are highly territorial and only meet once a year for mating purposes, part until the offspring are about to be born, where they meet and are together for the birth and then separate again several weeks later with their offspring, newborn males with males and newborn females with females. This is often a tense time between the Itican parents, but tradition is highly valued and stated that any violence that crossed into the small community built for mating and birthing would haunt all of the children of that year for the rest of their lives.

Rules & Information

Spoiler: Rules

Spoiler: Information

Character Sheet

Spoiler: Example

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Characters

Accepted characters.

Sebastian Grimm, Captain
Brigett Hilgard, Quartermaster
Rozzir 'Roz' Samhain, Lookout & Rigger
Avan, Priest & Healer
Barenziah "Graveward" Aren, Master at Arms
Leeka Ferrowind, Striker & Diplomat
Teasel, Runaway & Captive
Ssajiir'Ikkan "Scales", Pilot/Helmsman
Bartholomew Rodgers, Sail Master

**ｒａｂｂｉｔ** · 04-05-2016, 03:27 AM

Brigit Hilgard, Quartermaster

Age: 24
Gender and sexuality: Female, hetero-demisexual
Race: Mer
Appearance:

Spoiler: Human

Spoiler: Mer

Powers and/or talents:

Racial

Aquatic Conversations: All mer can converse with aquatic mammals. A very rare few can converse with fish, but those who can have been known to say it isn’t worth it. The ability can be used in and out of the water.
Tough Fish: Mer are tough - waters of all temperatures, crushing depths, strong currents are all things that mer are built to withstand, to a point, and that carries over even when she’s out of the water.

Mundane:

Sea Legs: She was raised on ships and in the water; labor, hard work, and being a member of the crew is as much nature to her as swimming or breathing.
Fight Me: It’s necessary. As a woman, in this lifestyle, fighting is just something you need to be able to do. Cutlass, pistol, axe or at the command of a cannon, Brigett’s considerably skilled, and rather deadly.
Feminine Wiles: Every woman has them, but not every woman knows how to use them. Crew members tend to tease that it’s because she’s mer, but it has nothing to do with that.
Sing Me to Sleep: Brigett is actually has a very fair singing voice - and no, it won’t unintentionally lure men to their deaths. Usually.

Weapons:

Spoiler: Sword

Spoiler: Axe

Spoiler: Pistols

Personality: Brigit is frank, decisive, confident and charismatic; her sarcasm and wit are often searing. She, as first mate, can assume a leadership position readily and is rational and quick-minded. Being intolerant of laziness and incompetence, she can at times forget herself and be forceful with opinions, beliefs and ideas. It is known that she can be rather vain and particular about her appearance and belongings, but Brigit values close relationships and is the type to show a sensitive side to few.

History: Captain Cutler Hilgard loved the sea. He loved it so much that his daughter is said to be the spawn of that love, one with a woman as wild, untamable and as beautiful as the sea – a mermaid. Her rearing was rather unconventional – she was her parent’s daughter, spirited even while young and for her younger years Brigit was bounced between the two every turn of the moon, one spent with her father, the next her mother, and so forth. She was an eager hand on board The Lazarus, a favorite among her father’s crewmen, even playing with Avan and his ferret Liz when they joined the crew, and in the sea she was as graceful and skilled as her mother, learning all there was about what it meant to be mer. Unexpectedly, her mother never came back to take her daughter under the waves. Cutler Hilgard was brokenhearted, but the Captain was not the type to show it and took his prized daughter on as a full member of the crew, even at her young age of ten.
First a cabin girl, she was drilled in every bit of the ship – she ran messages and errands for her father the captain, aided the cook in preparing meals and delivered food to officers and members of the crew, even cleaned and performed common chores. When Roz came on board, though she was a year younger than he, Brigit often oversaw him and made sure he was on-task, if not working alongside him; she frequently considered him a rival, though this strengthened her as a person and often amused her father. She learned the rigging and briefly served as the sail master’s apprentice before studying the pilot’s skills and setting her eyes on becoming captain, eventually.
Only seventeen when Sebastian Grimm joined the crew, it was an interesting four years watching her father – her captain – grow so close with someone. For so long, she had two relationships with her father – one as Cutler’s daughter, the other as Captain Hilgard’s crew member. It appeared to her that Grimm had developed an overlapping relationship with Cutler Hilgard that was respected crew member, friend and dangerously into something close to thinking of Grimm as a son. Though Cutler’s love for his daughter never diminished, this made Brigit work harder. During his later years, her father’s health waned and it wasn’t long until he was on his deathbed at 72, hearing his crew appoint Grimm as captain much to his own approval.
Brigit was livid. Only twenty one, but well groomed for the position, the mer challenged Sebastian Grimm for the role of captain. The crew was alarmed – many had watched the girl grow up and knew how skilled she was, but it had not occurred to them to elect her as captain; with it now staring them in the face, many didn’t see why she shouldn’t be. It came down to a duel between Brigit and Sebastian. It was a sight, the two blade-to-blade, on deck and in the rigging, the pair grappling on the deck of the ship, but ending eventually Brigit flat on her back under Sebastian’s blade, the muzzle of his pistol pressed under her ribs. She’d served him what would be several new scars, but by some trick and twist, he’d pinned her awkwardly and disarmed her, forcing her to forfeit. Consequently, the crew pushed for her to be appointed quartermaster and first mate, to which the new Captain Grimm agreed.

Other: More of a friend and companion than a pet, a sea lion she has dubbed “Pig” occasionally accompanies her on deck, or on rare occasions, in the sea.

Spoiler: Pig

**Megilwen** · 04-05-2016, 03:32 AM

Throwing in interest....#piratesforlife!

**SikstaSlathalin** · 04-05-2016, 03:33 AM

Captain Sebastian Grimm

Age: 35
Gender and sexuality: Male and straight
Race: Semi-immortal human

Appearance:

Spoiler:

Powers and/or talents

Racial powers

Tough Bastard: Captain Grimm is one of the toughest bastards on the crew. He's lived through more horrors than even some of the more fantastical crewmembers can brag about.

Quick mind, quick hands: Living by the skin of your teeth and the strength of your arm gives you a certain level of wit and agility. Sebastian has taken this aspect as high as he physically can.

Mundane talents

Leader: From running an urchin gang in Balefire, to fighting in a war for some puffed Wizard who didn't like how another puffed up Wizard looked, to taking over the Lazarus from the old Captain and leading the wild crew. Grimm knows how to lead and knows how to listen.

Sailor: As good at steering as he is swimming or running through the ropes. Sebastian knows his ship and sometimes takes over for some of the tired crewmates.

Fighter: Having learned you need to fight to survive Captain Grimm is a good fighter having long training in guns, melee and fist fighting.

Charm: A charming man known for his love of women as much as he is known for being such a good pirate.

Weapons: Sebastian carries a pair of flintlock pistols, a blunderbuss, and the cutlass in the pic a gift from ol Captain Hilgard.

Personality: Captain Grimm is a man of well-placed confidence and the passion brought on by cheating death and never really knowing when his number was about to be called. He tries to live his life to the fullest he can each day. But one cannot play all day when lives are on the line. Reality has taught him this lesson at some grave cost. Though reluctant and with a push from his aquatic First Mate he takes his job seriously and knows the crew sometimes needs a leader more than it needs a friend.

Spoiler: History

Like many kids running around the slums of Balefire, Sebastian was an orphan and actually picked his own surname from an old book he read once. Spending his days thieving and his nights hiding from the law and the kid snatchers who were always hunting for young bloods to sell or shanghai. Whether for soldiers, slaves, or sex, kids with no parents and no one else giving a damn about them were easy pickings for these soulless cads.

Many of them learned early on to rely only on themselves and whatever friends they had managed to make. Street gangs formed shortly after and they began to take over the dirty streets. Sebastian was in one such gang, they called themselves the Dawn Street Guild and made existence passable for their fellow children. Sheltering the young ones, protecting the weak ones, and keeping the pretty ones out of the Snatchers' hands. He joined them young and was just a messenger going between their bases and those that gave them jobs for food, but as he aged his natural leadership and almost otherworldly toughness preceded his somewhat mundane appearance. Surviving a great fall from the roof of a horse stable, living through a Snatcher's blade plunging into his thigh, suffering a gunshot nearly into his heart. Nothing seemed to stop the young orphan and when he grew big enough to challenge the leader of his little gang, half the battle was won when Sebastian pulled his shirt off showing a lean body with scars and bruises peppering the young flesh. After that is was just a case of making the old boss trip over himself and fall off the roof where their base was set up.

That was the first day of a life of running, fighting, and killing. Under his rule the little gang turned into an actual Thieves Guild, while they kept their original name they didn't need to steal to eat...no they lived to steal! Good food, a warm base, and even some recruitment areas to bring in fresh blood. While they still plied their skills towards saving kids other operations began to take precedence. Eventually they got too big for their britches and brought on a Street Gang's worst nightmare...Seekers recruiting for the military. Unlike most other places "recruiting" in Ethello was more being forced into service at the tip of a blade. The Dawn Street Guild was destroyed and many of the free spirited members were killed before they could be drafted. Sebastian wasn't as lucky, he fought the Seekers and took a few wounds, but nothing killed him, they just took the wind out of his sails and allowed someone to knock him out from behind.
He awoke an untold amount of time later in the stinking cargo-hold of a swaying ship, he was surrounded by young men and women around his age. Many of the girls were pretty, but no one seemed to notice. He knew some of them and the meek listless eyes were very far from what they normally were. As his eyes adjusted to the dim light he noticed everyone, even himself were wearing strange runic collars. Upon becoming fully awake he felt it's effects immediately. His mind was going fuzzy and gray, the shapes of his fellow captives became amorphous blobs, he was now a private in Lord Malkor's army.

His military career was much like that first day, a blur of pain, darkness, and blood. Eventually they removed the collars so soldiers could be smarter and more likely to win. But many spirits were already broken from the rigorous training so they were listless husks for life. Sebastian was for a time, but eventually he found his personality again. He played the drone for eight years, learning the skills, winning the wars, killing the other guy. But at twenty-five he was done with it, he'd collected more scars and extended his rep at being one tough S.O.B and that was enough for him, he killed his C.O. and ran into the sea never looking back. Five more years followed and in that time he eventually found himself in the good graces of one Captain Hilgard of the Lazarus. He'd joined the crew as a gunner, but quickly won the trust and some might say favor of the grizzled old seadog. It wasn't often old Captain Hilgard met someone as tough as him, but he found that kindred spirit in young Sebastian. They would drink for hours into the night and compare wounds and war stories, the younger sailor was happy for a change. But happiness is momentary, because Captain Hilgard was reaching the end of his life and a successor was needed. At first many of the crew, Grimm included, figured it would be his daughter Brigett that half fishchick. She was being trained for it and she had the tough iron fisted personality a good Captain needed.

This is why it was such a big surprise when Sebastian was given the old man's coat and sword. He accepted of course, but fishysticks was pissed so she was made First Mate as recompense. It worked and together they ran Lazarus well, racking in all the gold and power they now have.

Spoiler: Other

"MIDNIGHT AND ALLS WELL!" Shouted the gravelly voice of Pok the Goblin from his customary spot in the Crow's Nest. Captain Grimm nodded up at the stubby little sharpshooter and went back to overseeing the night watch aboard the Lazarus. Even after five years of hearing it the Goblin's voice still made Sebastian's ears hurt. But the little fuck has the keenest eyes on board even when it comes to seeing through the murky fog of the high sea at the darkest point of night.

Strolling along the starboard side the man was puffing softly on a cheery wood pipe feeling the warm breeze of the Southern Seas wash over his bare torso. The days may be painfully hot, but the nights were perfect down here. Balmy, pleasant, and with the faintest hint of cherry blossoms blowing across the waves from the southernmost livable continent on the map, the Elvin homeland of Arthinain. They were off the coast of Cubaneo and holding up with anchors down waiting for some smugglers to come their way for a cargo trade-off. They would get rare gems from the Elf lands and the Lazarus would be getting first pick of the rare metals brought from the fat East Mines of the Marina Dwarves. A good haul for a good haul, but the crew of the Lazarus had the better buyers lined up and with any luck they'd make double the profit the gems cost them in annoyance and earning even more ire from the Emerald Blades that policed Arthinain.

Reaching the prow of the ship he leaned on the rail continuing to puff away on his pipe. He enjoyed the quiet of being the officer in charge of the night watch. No one lazing about, no one fighting, just silence and sea spray. As much as he loved the excitement of pirating, the night has always been his favorite time on a ship, especially if they were blessed with a clear night and full bone white moon. Sights like that make you feel like so much more than just a squishy person living a short life, it made you feel like an ancient spirit witnessing the grand scheme of life. Witnessing the death and creation of the cosmos in an endless cycle, impervious to it's effects, but witness to it's greatness. The Captain was well into his contemplation of the universe when a soft, but distinct whistle brought him back to reality. He heard Pok respond to it and lowering the barrel of his musket. Gripping his sword the undying man lifted a lantern near him and waved it in a signal. The approaching ship did the same and Sebastian smiled, time to play the businessman his parents probably always wanted him to grow up into.

My personal RPA emote!

**.Karma.** · 04-05-2016, 03:53 AM

Let me check into my workload, and I may submit a character

I love pirates!

**ｒａｂｂｉｔ** · 04-05-2016, 04:37 AM

Yay! It'll be fun, I promise! We have lots in store if everything goes well! /tucks away her list of adventure ideas;

**Sinderella** · 04-05-2016, 04:59 AM

OFT. PFT. NFT.

Possibly interested. I'll need to read tomorrow night when I'm off.

**Megilwen** · 04-05-2016, 06:49 AM

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**BumblingBee** · 04-05-2016, 06:04 PM

Rozzir 'Roz' Samhain, Lookout & Rigger

Age: 25

Gender and sexuality: Male, and Roz is up for anything if he's being completely honest.

Race: Just a plain old human, nowt too special.

Appearance:

Spoiler: The man himself.

Powers and/or talents:
Racial powers

In plain sight - Roz is a human, and it just so happens that humans populate the majority of the world. When in a town or city, or just about anywhere really, Rozzir is rathrer capable at blending in, he can dissapear into a crowd in seconds. And more worryingly/impressively, he's equally good at dissapering when there isn't one. Stealth seems to be a speciality of his.

Street Rat - Roz's upbringing has landed him with a rather comendable set of climbling skills. He makes particularly good use of them with the rigging and sails and whatnot upon the ship. But again, when placed in a city or heavily civilized place, he becomes particularly useful.

Mundane

Quick Hands - Roz is trained with knives and Daggers as far as combat goes. He's got a keen aim for throwing and knows more fancy knife tricks than he probably should. When it comes to fighting he's a speedy devil, and can have a man bleeding out in mere seconds. Combined with his more nimble evasion skills, he's become quite the crafty little bugger.

Heartbreaker - I mean he's gotta use that pretty face for something, and hoo boy does he. Roz is an extreme flirt, and often teases and toys with anything and anyone. So much so it's become a fine skill of his. He has lovers all over the world and will recount tales of them frequently.

Contacts - With so many lover- friends, all over the place, Roz has started to know people in all the right places apparently. He's a frequent of the black market, and whenever the ship comes across some risque cargo, Roz knows just the man to sell it to.

Weapons: Two pretty looking daggers with fancy tassells that he takes evident good care of. They're definetely his most prized possession.

Spoiler: Roz's little babies.

He also keeps on him a dozen or so throwing knives at all times, but they're nothing too special. Just something sharp that gets the job done.

Personality: At this point, you can probably paint a picture for yourself of the type of guy Roz is. Suave, flirtacious, arrogant, cool as a cucumber and a little bit of a romantic, you either end up loving him or hating him. Most people go for toleration. He's humorous most of the time, quick to drop a witty line or clever quip (Usually in all the wrong situations though). And then there's the more arrogant side to him, he's incredibly obsessed with himself (And only himself) and to a degree, personal gain. For Roz, there are only to vital things in life, pleasure and death, and lucky for him, he's pretty darn good at causing both. He often opts for the easy way out of things, despite being capable of handling himself, and often has to be ordered to get a job done. He can't half be a lazy sod, and has been found many a time snoozing the afternoon away in the crows nest. But despite all that, there's still something about him that's kinda likeable... Kinda.... Sometimes...

History: Rozzir was born within the exotics of the warm Southern Shores. His mother had many children with many different men. She seemed to scatter them like seeds to the wind, leaving every new child in a different town before moving on and selling her 'assets' somewhere new. Rozzir was but five years old when he was left in Cubaneo, a bustling dirty port town. For a while he got by in the way almost all orphans do, stealing food here, foraging there, each night sleeping under a different bit of shelter.

Until it came to one night in particular. Roz had found a relatively quiet alley, sheltered by a canvas. He'd settled himself for the night in a doorway but was awoken by a noise he had never heard before. When he opened his eyes three women stodd above him, cooeing and clucking at him and his 'sweetness'. Never before the center of such attention, Roz reveled in their attentiveness. The mysterious three women in fact found him so sweet and endearing, that they decided to take him to their home, and adopt him as a mascot of sorts.

It just so happened they lived within a Brothel, and from then on Roz did as well. As so he grew into a life of pleasure and revelry, enjoying the sweet things in life. It's here of course where the famous flirt we know today learnt all his dirty tricks and tips. However upon adolescents arrival, so too did a yearning within Roz. It was a yearning to learn more of the world he was growing to love so, to uncover its secrets and become its master.

And so, Roz gained passage on a ship as a mere cabin boy, at the supple age of 15.

He's never looked back.

Other:

Spoiler: Roz and the Queen

"Did I ever tell you about the time I bedded with an actual Queen no less? Oh yeah. That happened you know. As you're aware I've had quite the 'illustrious career over the last few years. I've done almost everything these days, and everyone if you know what I mean...
(He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively)
Anyway, believe it or not but a couple years back I was no more than a mere fisherman for a time. I shudder at the thought now honestly. Humble work does not suit me at all. But I digress, our vessell was small but adequete, rather like her captain really. Pickings were thin that season, so we decided to try our luck at a spot much further out than our usual routes. The gods must have been smiling on be that day, for I kept hauling in the biggiest juciest looking fish you've ever seen!
-He stands and stretches his arms out to demonstrate the apparent size of his conquests-
Honestly my friend! This big! Even I! (exellent fisher that I already am) was a little surprised! And so we took our haul back to the docks. As we began to unload, quite the masses began to gather. And I, like any good man would do to his adoring public, paraded my prizes for their pleasure. And I'll admit this to you my friend..
-He leans in for a whisper-
I couldn't help but think I'd be able to bag something a bit jucier than a fish if I was lucky.
-he chuckles deviously-
I was about to begin dishing out prices and start my sale, when a finely dressed gentlemen made his way through the crowd. He was after me of course, and I was happy to oblige. Unsurprisingly, he was rather impressed with myself and my catch. So much so, my friend, that he invited me, to present my talents to her Majesty Maria Guevara Aleida the Second. I had nothing else planned so I thought, eh, why not? I was escorted to the Grand Villa in a pretty nice carriage, and displayed before her majesty. Now the Queen...
-He leans back in his chair in what can only be described as lustful wonder-
I will say this to you my friend, she is the Queen of that country for a reason. Of course she was completely unable to resist my charming self, and I was aquainted with the royal chambers quicker than even I thought I would be. Queen Maria has lovely bed sheets you know, wonderful tapestry.
-He sighs then, almost disapointedly-
The Queen was a perfectly fine lover I suppose. But between you and me friend, I expected a little more perhaps, maybe for her to be a bit more... dominant maybe?
-He shrugs and shakes his head slightly-
But it did not matter to me to much as I said. To me, she was merely, how is it said...? Another notch on the belt. You know what I even did? (Being the caring and considerate sould I am) I left her a diagram or two, so next time she fancies herself a rogueish fisherman, that poor sod can enjoy the motion as much as she can.
-He grins then, now the story's told and his reputation secured-
I see you are speechless, do not worry, everyone always is. Besides, I've often found words are wasted when a fine creature like yourself emits such a powerful wave of...
-He begins to lean closer-
... Animal magnetism
-He... oh. Oh goodness, I can't describe that. Golly no. Goodness gracious. How can he even do that? Fill in the gaps yourself, lets say that-

AHH I HOPE THIS IS OK! THIS RP LOOKS SUPER FUN

Is this cute enough? ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ
(I think so

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**ｒａｂｂｉｔ** · 04-05-2016, 10:32 PM

Looking good, C! (I will mess up spelling your name, so from here on out, you're known to me by "C") Don't forget the "other" section in your profile! Double-check the "information" part of the first post if you need more help!

Looks like Siks and Meg just need to finish up theirs! I look forward to them being completed, too!

Tell your friends, guys! Wouldn't want anyone to miss out on an awesome pirate adventure!

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