Gerald Neumann
Committed
Roleplay posts: 51
Age: 37
Physical Description: Stands at 5'11", lean and muscular with sinewy arms. Gerald has pale blue eyes, his reddish hair is kept short and keeps cleanly shaven when possible, with the exception of his side muttons chops. Gerald has no visible scars, two small gold ring piercings in his ears, and a few tattoos. Those being: A small nautical star for good luck on the right side of his chest, his initials in a decorative script on his right breast, a plain black anchor on his left forearm, a red and blue swallow on his right bicep, and a large depiction of a mermaid half out of water, long locks covering her bare chest, across his back.
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Clothes and Equipment: A dirty white and loose fitting blouse with red horizontal strips covered by a thin brown leather vest with red vertical strips. Brown gloves to keep his hands warm, but finger-less to enable more precision when tying knots. Trousers that are brown wool and stained by the salty sea, and thick black leather boots.
He carries a cutlass on his hip, a hatchet tucked in his trouser's waistband, and a dagger hidden in his right boot. His other miscellaneous equipment includes a basic compass, two water skins(one for holding liquor) and some personal items such as a deck of playing cards and ten dice.
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Registered: Mar 26, 2018 15:55:45 GMT -8
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Post by Gerald Neumann on Mar 28, 2018 17:05:44 GMT -8
Gerald smiled when he heard the man's words, slightly garbled from a mouth full of stew and partially hiding an Isran accent, but Gerald caught it. "Aye, I do," he told the man, switching over to the Isran language. He was glad, for he could speak the words of Isran far better than he could Rondi, having spent many years in the land of the Empire. Just something about Isran words fit his mouth better, sounded right coming out of his mouth. At least, to him. However, his particularly strange accent still seeped through on occasion.
At the very least, it would go to show his potential employer how versatile he was with his grasp of various languages of the world. "I'ma poor man with a growlin' tummy, a thirsty throat, and a dry pecker, and I can't fix me problems without money, now can I?" Gerald noticed the man's face when he caught a whiff of him and he frowned, lifted up his arm slightly and took a sniff of his armpit. He quickly turned his nose up and scrunched his face in disgust. "Not mine, I assure you," he said, waving his hand dismissively. "Anyhow, yeah, I'ma bit to the point. As to what I know, if we're talkin' about what I think we're talkin' about, then I know jus' about everythin' there is to know. I know the maneuvers, I know the riggin', I know the sails and knots, I know the wheel and charts, I know how to gut me enemies and loot me corpses, and I know how to capture a ship without a single shed of blood." After he was done with his monologue, he leaned back in the booth and thew an arm over the edge lazily, smiling across the table at the cloaked figure eating his stew. He wasn't very careful in his choice of words, but he had a confidence no one else in the Rondi tavern could understand them while speaking Isran.
As the barmaid walked by, Gerald reached out and grabbed her by the arm and roughly pulled her, causing her to fall into his lap, her cheek brushing against his muttonchops. At first, she smiled, but she soon caught the scent of Gerald's rankness, frowned, and began trying and struggling to get away from the man, but Gerald's grip was like iron. "My dear," he seemed to purr in her ear, his odd, gruff, accent oddly charming. "Bring me a bowl of what my companion is having and some of that sweet Rondi beer." He then let the woman go, being sure to slap her rear as she stood up, and returned his gaze towards his employer, the ship captain. Gerald didn't know the man was a captain of a ship, not for a fact, but he assumed he was, having come into a port tavern looking for help.
"Tell ya what, friend, pay for my meal and I won' make no more mention of my pay or share or nothin' for the next week while aboard your ship."
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Henry Walworth
Committed
Roleplay posts: 69
Age: 34
Physical Description: If one were to tell you Henry was a pirate, you would believe that person almost immediately. Something about his tall bearing, the gruffness of voice, the gray hairs starting to penetrate his usually copper mane and well kept beard and mustache, not to mention the scars that crease his face, all scream rogue.
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Clothes and Equipment: Henry usually wears a tan luxurious silken robe and brown breeches, with a white shirt underneath, all secured with a crimson red sash and a brown leather belt. His two handed saber rests in its scabbard attached to his belt, along with his long, thin dagger. When on land and in battle, he wears his brown leather boots, but while at sea, he prefers to be barefoot to grip onto the slippery deck better.
For battle, he wears a blackened burgonet to protect his head, and a blackened cuirass to protect his torso. He also dons leather gloves, with large steel studs sowed onto the knuckles.
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Registered: Mar 25, 2018 18:46:43 GMT -8
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Post by Henry Walworth on Mar 28, 2018 20:11:38 GMT -8
Bit of a boaster, this one thought the man between bites of stew, finally scraping the bottom of the wooden bowl. It took him a few seconds before he realized that Gerald had switched languages, though the accent seemed all the more in prolific when he began to speak in Isran. Honestly, the man didn't care, sailing attracted all kinds of people, in locations at least, they all seemed to share a similar personality of loose tempers, and looser morals.
Speaking of looser morals the man cocked his eyebrow as Gerald grabbed the serving wench, and gave her a firm slap on the behind. He noticed the inn keep reach for his crossbow which he kept concealed under the counter, in defense of his server. There was a simple unspoken rule in the tavern, "Do what you want to each other, leave the servers out of it". And the inn keeper enforced that rule strictly.
Henry raised his hand to call off the inn keep, still keeping his eyes on Gerald. "A wise man would know when to not touch things that don't belong to him. Tell me, are you a wise man Mr. Gerald?"
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Gerald Neumann
Committed
Roleplay posts: 51
Age: 37
Physical Description: Stands at 5'11", lean and muscular with sinewy arms. Gerald has pale blue eyes, his reddish hair is kept short and keeps cleanly shaven when possible, with the exception of his side muttons chops. Gerald has no visible scars, two small gold ring piercings in his ears, and a few tattoos. Those being: A small nautical star for good luck on the right side of his chest, his initials in a decorative script on his right breast, a plain black anchor on his left forearm, a red and blue swallow on his right bicep, and a large depiction of a mermaid half out of water, long locks covering her bare chest, across his back.
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Clothes and Equipment: A dirty white and loose fitting blouse with red horizontal strips covered by a thin brown leather vest with red vertical strips. Brown gloves to keep his hands warm, but finger-less to enable more precision when tying knots. Trousers that are brown wool and stained by the salty sea, and thick black leather boots.
He carries a cutlass on his hip, a hatchet tucked in his trouser's waistband, and a dagger hidden in his right boot. His other miscellaneous equipment includes a basic compass, two water skins(one for holding liquor) and some personal items such as a deck of playing cards and ten dice.
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Registered: Mar 26, 2018 15:55:45 GMT -8
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Post by Gerald Neumann on Mar 29, 2018 7:10:22 GMT -8
Gerald snorted and waved a hand dismissively, again. "If such nonsense was true, I'd not have lived so long, and Miss Espinoza didn't mind the 'touching' we did last night. Yknow, before I smelled like I was dragged through the gutter."
He followed the captain's eyes over to the barkeep and his smile turned into a smirk. He wasn't worried about being shot in the back. He then quickly shot side-glances out towards the other patrons to make sure none of them were paying them any mind. When he was satisfied, he returned his gaze to the captain and leaned over the table, his smirk disappearing and replaced with a serious frown.
"I've made a career out of taking and 'touching' things that don't belong to me, and I'm good at it, too. Perhaps I had misjudged you. Not a mistake I make too often, but no matter. If you want to hire on one of them youngins behind me who are as likely to brain themselves on your gunwale before gettin' their sea legs, be my guest. I'll be out by the pier taking a dunk to clean up if you start havin' second thoughts." During his spew, he had his hand up and had been tapping his beefy forefinger on the wood grain of the table, driving home each of his points as he spoke. His voice was low and quiet this time, and he continued to speak Isran to ensure their conversation stayed private. At this point, Gerald was beginning to believe and worry he had actually misjudged this particularly shady captain. Perhaps he was just a trader looking for an extra pair of hands, not uncommon giving where they were, but Gerald thought he had seen a little more than meets the eyes. Who knows, he is getting old, after all.
Gerald grabbed his particularly heavy sack full of his personal items, and slid out of the booth, and stood up, casting a longing eye towards his stew being prepared by the hearth he wouldn't get to eat.
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Henry Walworth
Committed
Roleplay posts: 69
Age: 34
Physical Description: If one were to tell you Henry was a pirate, you would believe that person almost immediately. Something about his tall bearing, the gruffness of voice, the gray hairs starting to penetrate his usually copper mane and well kept beard and mustache, not to mention the scars that crease his face, all scream rogue.
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Clothes and Equipment: Henry usually wears a tan luxurious silken robe and brown breeches, with a white shirt underneath, all secured with a crimson red sash and a brown leather belt. His two handed saber rests in its scabbard attached to his belt, along with his long, thin dagger. When on land and in battle, he wears his brown leather boots, but while at sea, he prefers to be barefoot to grip onto the slippery deck better.
For battle, he wears a blackened burgonet to protect his head, and a blackened cuirass to protect his torso. He also dons leather gloves, with large steel studs sowed onto the knuckles.
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Registered: Mar 25, 2018 18:46:43 GMT -8
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Post by Henry Walworth on Mar 29, 2018 8:46:17 GMT -8
"Sit back down Mr. Gerald," replied the man, "and enjoy your stew." He had been studying the man the entire time they had been talking, picking up on several details aside from Gerald freely offered. He truly believed Gerald was telling the truth about how he could navigate and the like, but he could also sense that there was some bitterness in his tone, as if he lost his own command.
He would wait for Gerald to sit back down before he launched into what could charitably be described as a rant, "I'm merely saying discretion is the better part of valor, or in the case for our line of work, better part of getting paid and living long enough to put it to use, be it on grog, food, or 'touching,'" he raised his fingers to do air quotations around the word, before jumping back in, "I have no doubts to your abilities. You have the makings of a fine sailor. But guessing from the odor, the rather heavy bag you carry, and the lack of funds, I say you're pretty well landlocked. And if you want to be able to stretch your legs, you have to do things my way. Savvy?"
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Gerald Neumann
Committed
Roleplay posts: 51
Age: 37
Physical Description: Stands at 5'11", lean and muscular with sinewy arms. Gerald has pale blue eyes, his reddish hair is kept short and keeps cleanly shaven when possible, with the exception of his side muttons chops. Gerald has no visible scars, two small gold ring piercings in his ears, and a few tattoos. Those being: A small nautical star for good luck on the right side of his chest, his initials in a decorative script on his right breast, a plain black anchor on his left forearm, a red and blue swallow on his right bicep, and a large depiction of a mermaid half out of water, long locks covering her bare chest, across his back.
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Clothes and Equipment: A dirty white and loose fitting blouse with red horizontal strips covered by a thin brown leather vest with red vertical strips. Brown gloves to keep his hands warm, but finger-less to enable more precision when tying knots. Trousers that are brown wool and stained by the salty sea, and thick black leather boots.
He carries a cutlass on his hip, a hatchet tucked in his trouser's waistband, and a dagger hidden in his right boot. His other miscellaneous equipment includes a basic compass, two water skins(one for holding liquor) and some personal items such as a deck of playing cards and ten dice.
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Registered: Mar 26, 2018 15:55:45 GMT -8
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Post by Gerald Neumann on Mar 29, 2018 11:21:35 GMT -8
Gerald beamed down at the man still sitting. Gerald would often say that there are two types of people: Those who test you, and those you don't, and the only way to test person to see if they're testing you...is by testing them in return...or something like that. It seems the captain here was such a man, and it appears they each passed each other's initial test, and Gerald was happier for it.
Elated, Gerald cheerily sat back down, placing his heavy sack down next to him in the booth, which caused a very faint metallic sound like the clanking of iron bars. All right on time, too, for the barmaid was arriving with his meal. Mmm, he could smell it from here. As she placed his hot stew down upon the surface of the table, along with his tankard of beer, Gerald listened to the Captain "rant" looking up over his wooden spoon on occasion as he shoveled the hot meal into his mouth. He could feel it slither all the way down into his belly. He was in heaven right now.
Gerald, mouth full of stew, nodded at the captain's words, agreeing with most of it, and quickly swallowed so he could free his mouth enough to respond...but not before he took a drink of the lukewarm beer. "Discretion is all nice and good, but sometimes a man simply needs to get his point across. I'm sure you understand, and who doesn't like to live dangerously from time to time?" Gerald barked out a brief laugh before continuing. "Besides, I doubt these Rondon dogs understand a word we're saying. Eh, as they say, 'qui vivra verra'."
Pushing his now empty bowl to the side, his stomach rumbling slightly from having consumed the stew a bit too quickly, Gerald focused on finishing his awful beer, which he then also pushed away from him. After wiping his lips of the frothy brew with a quiet "ahhh", Gerald leaned back in the booth not unlike he had when he first sat down minutes ago. "The odor is temporary, the sack is my personal effects, and you'll help me with my lack of funds, but I understand ye, o'captain, sir!" he said with a goofy smile and an exaggerated salute. It was odd, calling another man "captain", especially a younger one, but he reckoned he was going to have to get used to it. "I'll do things your way, for now."
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Henry Walworth
Committed
Roleplay posts: 69
Age: 34
Physical Description: If one were to tell you Henry was a pirate, you would believe that person almost immediately. Something about his tall bearing, the gruffness of voice, the gray hairs starting to penetrate his usually copper mane and well kept beard and mustache, not to mention the scars that crease his face, all scream rogue.
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Clothes and Equipment: Henry usually wears a tan luxurious silken robe and brown breeches, with a white shirt underneath, all secured with a crimson red sash and a brown leather belt. His two handed saber rests in its scabbard attached to his belt, along with his long, thin dagger. When on land and in battle, he wears his brown leather boots, but while at sea, he prefers to be barefoot to grip onto the slippery deck better.
For battle, he wears a blackened burgonet to protect his head, and a blackened cuirass to protect his torso. He also dons leather gloves, with large steel studs sowed onto the knuckles.
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Registered: Mar 25, 2018 18:46:43 GMT -8
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Post by Henry Walworth on Mar 29, 2018 13:17:18 GMT -8
The Captain nodded along with Gerald's assertions that risks were what made life interesting. But one needed to calculate the risks before you committed too far in. But, that would be a discussion for another day, as Gerald finished off his stew and beer, the man stood up, "Well, welcome aboard Mr. Gerald. I'm Captain Walworth. If you'll please follow me, I'll take you to your 'lodgings' for the next while."
With that, Henry started for the door, nodding his thanks to the inn keep for holding back on the crossbow bolt between Gerald's shoulders. He pulled his hood back on as he stepped out from the alcove and into the sloppy street. He trusted that Gerald was sticking close enough behind him to not get lost in the twisting and turning streets that defined Cheap Side, until they reached the docks.
Anchored at the furthest pier was The Tyger, and Henry couldn't resist taking a deep breath of pride when he saw her. She was the loveliest ship afloat in his eyes, and he would keel haul anyone who said anything slightly derogatory about her. He waited for Gerald to catch and gestured to the ship, "And this is your new home."
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Gerald Neumann
Committed
Roleplay posts: 51
Age: 37
Physical Description: Stands at 5'11", lean and muscular with sinewy arms. Gerald has pale blue eyes, his reddish hair is kept short and keeps cleanly shaven when possible, with the exception of his side muttons chops. Gerald has no visible scars, two small gold ring piercings in his ears, and a few tattoos. Those being: A small nautical star for good luck on the right side of his chest, his initials in a decorative script on his right breast, a plain black anchor on his left forearm, a red and blue swallow on his right bicep, and a large depiction of a mermaid half out of water, long locks covering her bare chest, across his back.
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Clothes and Equipment: A dirty white and loose fitting blouse with red horizontal strips covered by a thin brown leather vest with red vertical strips. Brown gloves to keep his hands warm, but finger-less to enable more precision when tying knots. Trousers that are brown wool and stained by the salty sea, and thick black leather boots.
He carries a cutlass on his hip, a hatchet tucked in his trouser's waistband, and a dagger hidden in his right boot. His other miscellaneous equipment includes a basic compass, two water skins(one for holding liquor) and some personal items such as a deck of playing cards and ten dice.
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Registered: Mar 26, 2018 15:55:45 GMT -8
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Post by Gerald Neumann on Mar 29, 2018 16:00:16 GMT -8
Gerald slid out of the booth once again and began to follow Captain Walworth, but not before flashing a playful wink at the inn keep. "Well met, Captain Walworth," he said to the man's back as he followed him out of the tavern and out into the streets, carrying his heavy sack over his shoulder. He did manage to keep up with the captain easily enough, making sure to keep his free hand on the hilt of his cutlass the whole time they traversed the Cheap Side district.
Once on the docks, Gerald could easily see the pride and admiration in his new captain's eyes as the latter gazed upon his own ship. Gerald knew the feeling with a pang of melancholy, but smiled nonetheless. He knew better to say anything negative about the ship, he knew all too well. A ship was the captain's lady, and if ya be disrespecting her, you'll feel the captain's wrath.
Gerald followed Walworth's eyes. "She's a beauty, alright. When we set sail, cap'n?"
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Henry Walworth
Committed
Roleplay posts: 69
Age: 34
Physical Description: If one were to tell you Henry was a pirate, you would believe that person almost immediately. Something about his tall bearing, the gruffness of voice, the gray hairs starting to penetrate his usually copper mane and well kept beard and mustache, not to mention the scars that crease his face, all scream rogue.
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Clothes and Equipment: Henry usually wears a tan luxurious silken robe and brown breeches, with a white shirt underneath, all secured with a crimson red sash and a brown leather belt. His two handed saber rests in its scabbard attached to his belt, along with his long, thin dagger. When on land and in battle, he wears his brown leather boots, but while at sea, he prefers to be barefoot to grip onto the slippery deck better.
For battle, he wears a blackened burgonet to protect his head, and a blackened cuirass to protect his torso. He also dons leather gloves, with large steel studs sowed onto the knuckles.
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Registered: Mar 25, 2018 18:46:43 GMT -8
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Post by Henry Walworth on Mar 29, 2018 17:53:05 GMT -8
Turning to Gerald, he replied, "In the morning. Tonight we're loading her with necessary... supplies for our most recent contract." He then turned again, towards the docks and The Tyger. As he got closer the distinct sound of swearing and grunting, the sliding of heavy wooden crates along the warped wood of the dock, wafted over the rather still waters of the harbor. Turning onto the pier, he was greeted by the site of several crewmen with the "supplies". They snapped to attention as Henry strode by, giving them a quick salute, "Is this all we have left to load?"
Several nods, and "Aye, aye Captain," informed him of the answer, and with a quick nod, Henry climbed up the gang plank and on board. For being nighttime, and a misty night at that, the ship was alive with the scurrying of men preparing to set sail. The decks were being scrubbed by kneeling men with pumice stones to prevent them from warping, while men carrying similar crates to those on the docks dragged and carried them down the stairs below decks.
Henry went below decks himself, following the trail of crates to the armory, which was located at the bow of the ship. He passed by the galley, currently staffed by the rather tall cook wearing a rolled up stocking cap, preparing vittles for the morning, and the hammocks that the crew slept on. Inside, men were stacking the crates according to their contents. Green x's marked acid shot for the ballistae, red x's for fire, and black x's for iron. Gods willing, they wouldn't need them, but it never hurt to be prepared. If Gerald had followed him to this point, he would turn to him, and said, "We're going to see how well you can take ships, don't you worry."
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Gerald Neumann
Committed
Roleplay posts: 51
Age: 37
Physical Description: Stands at 5'11", lean and muscular with sinewy arms. Gerald has pale blue eyes, his reddish hair is kept short and keeps cleanly shaven when possible, with the exception of his side muttons chops. Gerald has no visible scars, two small gold ring piercings in his ears, and a few tattoos. Those being: A small nautical star for good luck on the right side of his chest, his initials in a decorative script on his right breast, a plain black anchor on his left forearm, a red and blue swallow on his right bicep, and a large depiction of a mermaid half out of water, long locks covering her bare chest, across his back.
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Clothes and Equipment: A dirty white and loose fitting blouse with red horizontal strips covered by a thin brown leather vest with red vertical strips. Brown gloves to keep his hands warm, but finger-less to enable more precision when tying knots. Trousers that are brown wool and stained by the salty sea, and thick black leather boots.
He carries a cutlass on his hip, a hatchet tucked in his trouser's waistband, and a dagger hidden in his right boot. His other miscellaneous equipment includes a basic compass, two water skins(one for holding liquor) and some personal items such as a deck of playing cards and ten dice.
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Registered: Mar 26, 2018 15:55:45 GMT -8
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Post by Gerald Neumann on Mar 30, 2018 9:45:22 GMT -8
Gerald frowned thoughtfully and nodded, unsure of what the "necessary" supplies were, and followed his new captain up the gangplank and boarded the ship proper. Some of the other crewmen narrowed their eyes, suspicious, and some others didn't pay him any attention. Just another sack of fresh meat, nothing more. Gerald, however, was far from deterred, and flashed his pearly whites in their direction. Adjusting the weight of the heavy sack resting on his shoulder, he continued to follow the captain below decks. There'll be time later to get to know the other men better. For now, he needed to focus on getting his bearings within the ship and get settled into his duties.
As they passed the small kitchen area and Gerald could smell the food being prepared, he was sure to send a friendly greeting to the cook. "Aye, cook, that smells delicious. Can't wait to get me paws on some." The cook, a tall and lanky fellow, merely stared at Gerald as he passed, refusing to comment. Gerald chuckled and turned back around to follow the captain. Gerald looked longingly at the cots they passed heading towards the bow of the ship, wishing he could settle down in one and sleep for the night. He never got a full night's rest, that rascal of an urchin having disturbed his sleep about half an hour ago, and he was still mighty tired and eager to not have to carry his heavy sack wherever he went.
Gazing over the various crates with specified markings, a realization came over Gerald concerning what the "necessary" supplies were. Ammunition for the ballistae. A smile crept up on his face there, and he had the odd gut feeling that he was going to enjoy his stay here. His last ship was small, and fast, powered by numerous banks of oars, and it didn't have the room for ballistae. He was eager to see them in action.
"Ohhh, I'm not worried in the least bit captain," Gerald replied, his eyes still on the ammunition crates, lit up like a child's during Yuletide back in the land he came from, wherever that was. Tearing his eyes away from the crates to look at his captain, he cheerfully added, "I'll get you a ship without bloodshed, mark my words, I jus' need a witch from the Eastern Wood north of Voruta, your first mate's left eyeball, rhino's blood, a monkey's right testicle, and a barrel of Rondi rum." Whether or not Gerald was joking remained to be seen.
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Henry Walworth
Committed
Roleplay posts: 69
Age: 34
Physical Description: If one were to tell you Henry was a pirate, you would believe that person almost immediately. Something about his tall bearing, the gruffness of voice, the gray hairs starting to penetrate his usually copper mane and well kept beard and mustache, not to mention the scars that crease his face, all scream rogue.
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Clothes and Equipment: Henry usually wears a tan luxurious silken robe and brown breeches, with a white shirt underneath, all secured with a crimson red sash and a brown leather belt. His two handed saber rests in its scabbard attached to his belt, along with his long, thin dagger. When on land and in battle, he wears his brown leather boots, but while at sea, he prefers to be barefoot to grip onto the slippery deck better.
For battle, he wears a blackened burgonet to protect his head, and a blackened cuirass to protect his torso. He also dons leather gloves, with large steel studs sowed onto the knuckles.
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Registered: Mar 25, 2018 18:46:43 GMT -8
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Post by Henry Walworth on Apr 2, 2018 12:29:08 GMT -8
Henry could hear the humor in Gerald's tone, and replied, "Well, it seems we're fresh out of all of those. If you manage to find those before we set sail, you're more than welcome to attempt to work your magic. Otherwise, find yourself a hammock and get ready to set sail at first light."
With that, Henry turned from the armory, and worked his way through the line of men and crates, and back up to the main deck. He did a quick inspection tour of the night's activities, past those laboring with the crates and the scrubbers, and up to the castle on the foredeck. He saw the ballista teams checking the torsion and tautness of their strings, and making sure all the mechanisms were free of rust from the salty sea air. He slapped one of the sailor on the back, and asked, "How's it looking?"
"They're doing fine captain. More than ready for any engagement," replied the sailor, looking up and giving Henry a smirk.
"Perfect, as you were then," Replied Henry as he descended the stairs back to the main deck. He retired to his quarters, located at the stern. The quarters would have been considered spacious compared to the crew quarters below decks, but it was still cramped due to a large desk, covered with maps and notes, taking up most the available space. He went straight to his bunk, built into the side of the quarters, and laid down to rest until morning.
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Gerald Neumann
Committed
Roleplay posts: 51
Age: 37
Physical Description: Stands at 5'11", lean and muscular with sinewy arms. Gerald has pale blue eyes, his reddish hair is kept short and keeps cleanly shaven when possible, with the exception of his side muttons chops. Gerald has no visible scars, two small gold ring piercings in his ears, and a few tattoos. Those being: A small nautical star for good luck on the right side of his chest, his initials in a decorative script on his right breast, a plain black anchor on his left forearm, a red and blue swallow on his right bicep, and a large depiction of a mermaid half out of water, long locks covering her bare chest, across his back.
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Clothes and Equipment: A dirty white and loose fitting blouse with red horizontal strips covered by a thin brown leather vest with red vertical strips. Brown gloves to keep his hands warm, but finger-less to enable more precision when tying knots. Trousers that are brown wool and stained by the salty sea, and thick black leather boots.
He carries a cutlass on his hip, a hatchet tucked in his trouser's waistband, and a dagger hidden in his right boot. His other miscellaneous equipment includes a basic compass, two water skins(one for holding liquor) and some personal items such as a deck of playing cards and ten dice.
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Registered: Mar 26, 2018 15:55:45 GMT -8
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Post by Gerald Neumann on Apr 2, 2018 14:54:54 GMT -8
Unfortunately, it seemed as if the captain had seen through Gerald's jest, and with nary a smile too! No matter, testing the captain's sense of humor wasn't a priority right now. Getting settled into a hammock and getting some shut-eye, that was his main priority. However, before turning around and heading back to the crew quarters, Gerald dropped the heavy sack to the floor, the familiar metallic cranking sounding out, and sat down upon one of the crates loaded with ammunition for a brief rest...or rather, a brief moment of respite to reflect on his current situation. He clenched his jaw muscles and the quickly unclenched them, raising his hand to rub his chin. He was craving some tobacco and sure could use a pipe right about now.
Gerald had tasted the sweet nectar of freedom that came from captaining one's own ship, and he'd be damned if he was going to be stuck aboard this ship toiling away under the command of another man. One that was younger, no less! But, alas, he currently had no other choice. That doesn't mean there weren't...things he could do to improve his quality of life aboard The Tyger, but those were plans to be thought about later. For now, rest, but, before he stood up, there was one more thing he wanted to do real quick.
Hunching over his cloth sack, Gerald carefully untied the intricate knot keeping the sack closed, and opened it. On top and the first thing in sight was a bundle of clothes, a white blouse atop brown trousers. Rummaging through the sack, Gerald quickly found his small basic compass and his water-skin full to the brim of rum, but these were not what he was after. On the very bottom lied two metal bars, near identical in shape and form, each with a small round engraving depicting two galleys rowing into the sunset. It was the seal of a long lost Kingdom, or Empire, Gerald didn't know, he didn't know anything about the bars other than they were gold and heavy. They were his insurance in case anything had gone wrong, and something had gone wrong, but he wasn't ready to part with the last of his fortune to purchase a small galley and a crew he didn't trust. No, he'd have to work his way up and earn a little more, but at least he was already partially there.
Now that he was alone in private, he decided to fix his clanking problem, for he wasn't sure when the next chance he'd get to be left alone. Taking his spare shirt, he began ripping it up, tearing it into two different halves, and then he carefully wrapped the gold bars inside the cloth to prevent them from clanking together in the future. Once he was done with that task, he repacked everything back inside his sack, putting in his brown trousers last so they were on top, obscuring everything below, and he then tied a new knot, one more intricate and complicated than before. Sure, he was on board full of fellow sailors who knew their ship knots, but this was vastly unlike that, and he was confident no one would be able to get into it short of ripping it open with a sharp object.
With all of that done, Gerald smiled, stood up, and hefted his sack back over his shoulder and walked out of the armory. Once in the crew quarters, he picked a cot in the back corner and pushed his cloth sack of personal effects underneath it. He hadn't noticed another crewmate's personal items and assumed it was vacant. If it wasn't, well, they'd just have to find a new one, this one was Gerald's now.
Settling in comfortably in the hammock, Gerald closed his eyes, still wearing that slight smile upon his face, and drifted off to sleep, the slight rocking of the ship like a lullaby...
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Henry Walworth
Committed
Roleplay posts: 69
Age: 34
Physical Description: If one were to tell you Henry was a pirate, you would believe that person almost immediately. Something about his tall bearing, the gruffness of voice, the gray hairs starting to penetrate his usually copper mane and well kept beard and mustache, not to mention the scars that crease his face, all scream rogue.
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Clothes and Equipment: Henry usually wears a tan luxurious silken robe and brown breeches, with a white shirt underneath, all secured with a crimson red sash and a brown leather belt. His two handed saber rests in its scabbard attached to his belt, along with his long, thin dagger. When on land and in battle, he wears his brown leather boots, but while at sea, he prefers to be barefoot to grip onto the slippery deck better.
For battle, he wears a blackened burgonet to protect his head, and a blackened cuirass to protect his torso. He also dons leather gloves, with large steel studs sowed onto the knuckles.
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Registered: Mar 25, 2018 18:46:43 GMT -8
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Post by Henry Walworth on May 2, 2018 11:44:07 GMT -8
The trip back to the fair city of Rondon ended in the early dawn hours, taking much longer than the trip out. The Tyger had to fight the current of Ryer River as it sailed past Las Islas, and it was further slowed by the galleass it drug behind it. Slipping into the harbor, the crew of The Tyger threw off the lines holding the galleass behind it. Dock workers threw lines onto the galleass, and pulled it into the pier next to The Tyger. Gangplanks were lowered from both the ships, and the crew got to working with dockworkers to unload the ships, and carry them to warehouses, that Henry would have to pay for their use later off the proceeds.
Henry had to wade through the activity on decks to finally get down to docks. Finding Gerald in the chaos, he said, "I need a second for negotiations. Care to come with?"
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Gerald Neumann
Committed
Roleplay posts: 51
Age: 37
Physical Description: Stands at 5'11", lean and muscular with sinewy arms. Gerald has pale blue eyes, his reddish hair is kept short and keeps cleanly shaven when possible, with the exception of his side muttons chops. Gerald has no visible scars, two small gold ring piercings in his ears, and a few tattoos. Those being: A small nautical star for good luck on the right side of his chest, his initials in a decorative script on his right breast, a plain black anchor on his left forearm, a red and blue swallow on his right bicep, and a large depiction of a mermaid half out of water, long locks covering her bare chest, across his back.
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Clothes and Equipment: A dirty white and loose fitting blouse with red horizontal strips covered by a thin brown leather vest with red vertical strips. Brown gloves to keep his hands warm, but finger-less to enable more precision when tying knots. Trousers that are brown wool and stained by the salty sea, and thick black leather boots.
He carries a cutlass on his hip, a hatchet tucked in his trouser's waistband, and a dagger hidden in his right boot. His other miscellaneous equipment includes a basic compass, two water skins(one for holding liquor) and some personal items such as a deck of playing cards and ten dice.
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Registered: Mar 26, 2018 15:55:45 GMT -8
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Post by Gerald Neumann on May 8, 2018 14:38:55 GMT -8
Gerald lowered a crate he was holding and turned to face his captain. His eyes were dark with small rings around them and bags underneath with a tinge of bloodshot in the whites. He was exhausted, having helmed the ship all through the night without recruiting a temporary secondary helmsman, but he was capable of going a little further. In fact, he welcomed the chance to get away from the heavy lifting and do something more relaxing. He only hoped he wouldn't pass out during the negotiations. That wouldn't look too good on his part.
Wearing an ironic grin, Gerald nodded to Captain Walorth's question. "Aye, cap'n. Ready and able whenever, sir."
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Henry Walworth
Committed
Roleplay posts: 69
Age: 34
Physical Description: If one were to tell you Henry was a pirate, you would believe that person almost immediately. Something about his tall bearing, the gruffness of voice, the gray hairs starting to penetrate his usually copper mane and well kept beard and mustache, not to mention the scars that crease his face, all scream rogue.
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Clothes and Equipment: Henry usually wears a tan luxurious silken robe and brown breeches, with a white shirt underneath, all secured with a crimson red sash and a brown leather belt. His two handed saber rests in its scabbard attached to his belt, along with his long, thin dagger. When on land and in battle, he wears his brown leather boots, but while at sea, he prefers to be barefoot to grip onto the slippery deck better.
For battle, he wears a blackened burgonet to protect his head, and a blackened cuirass to protect his torso. He also dons leather gloves, with large steel studs sowed onto the knuckles.
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Registered: Mar 25, 2018 18:46:43 GMT -8
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Post by Henry Walworth on Jun 7, 2018 10:21:47 GMT -8
"Perfect, let's get a move on then," Henry replied as he continued to push his way through the crowd, "first we need to see the harbor master."
The complex that housed the naval capacities of the Kingdom of Rondon was surrounded by stone wall, and inside was filled with brick walkways flanked on all sides by benches, flowers, bushes, and tall trees to provide shade. The great stone building housing the office of maritime commerce overlooked the busy docks, though it was no less busy than the scene below. It was rarely otherwise, especially with a war on.
Captains, entrepreneurs, and merchants of all races looking to get official seals for maritime ventures, looking for sponsorship for expeditions of exploration and future ventures, looking for charts of specific shores and shoals for navigation, crowded the main lobby, clamoring to get a place at a queue. Overworked and underpaid bureaucrats attempted to help with their needs, but most proved quite demanding, causing long lines that started outside the door. Before entering, Henry turned back to Gerald and said, "If you want to wait out here, that'd be best. Appears to be a mad house in there today."
Joining the end of the line, he waited more or less patiently than the others as they worked their way forward. After what felt like an eternity, he finally made it to the front desk of the harbor administration, which oversaw the use of the docks below. A halfling, nearly bent over with age, was adding figures in a yellow paged book, moving down a long column of numbers. Finally, he looked up to Henry, and asked, "Name, and number of ships, and what the office of harbor administration can do for you today."
"Captain Henry Walworth, and four ships. The Tyger, two caravels without designations, and a galleass without designation. I wish to sell a large quantity of fabrics and spices from the two caravels, the two caravels themselves, and refit the galleass for active service... and," Henry took out a few pieces of coins from his bag, knowing all too well how business operated in the port, "a place to sell the crews of the caravels and the galleass."
Without blinking an eye, the halfling pocketed the coins, and muttered quietly, "There's a book keeper on the rich side of Rondon, with... 'connections' to far off shores looking for 'cargo'. See him for the crews. As for the other business, make your mark here, and here, and we'll send merchants your way soon."
With a nod, Henry grabbed the quill and ink pot, and signed the forms marking the number of ships and business. Finally done, he walked outside again, to the waiting Gerald. "Looks like we have a bit of a walk today Mr. Gerald. Best we get to it."
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Kuroka
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 34
Physical Description:
Kuroka stands at 5'3" and weighs 105lbs. The most striking feature, atop her head, is two prominent cat-like ears. If one looks upon her long, they'd find two-three foot cat-like tails jutting from beneath her kimono.
Her black hair curtains her face, and goes down past her shoulders, to about the middle of her back. Her eyes are a yellow, with slit pupils, much like a cat.
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Clothes and Equipment:
Aside from her black kimono, yellow obi, and the golden beads that wrap around her hips, and a simple canvas bag that holds her belongings, there is not much she has on her.
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Player's online availability : Fridays, Weekends
Registered: Jun 19, 2018 14:17:05 GMT -8
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Post by Kuroka on Jun 20, 2018 12:41:18 GMT -8
The stone wall she lounged atop of was a nice vantage point for her. Her tails swished idly as she looked down upon the crowd of men coming from the port, and two caught her slitten eye. Both were much taller than she could ever hope to be, and looked to be the grizzled warriors she read stories about. Then, the one man left, leaving the other alone to wait. From her heated position at the top of the stone wall, Kuroka looked down on the red-haired man.
Twirling her finger, she pointed it at him, the action would lift him slightly from the stone wall he leaned against, before she leaped down, to land next to the larger pirate. Her smile was wide as she looked at him, which nearly had her neck at a right angle.
"What are you?" Her question was followed by a poke to his forearm, then his hand, then quickly to the cutlass that resided on his hip. Morbid curiosity got the better of her, as she began to draw the blade from its scabbard.
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Gerald Neumann
Committed
Roleplay posts: 51
Age: 37
Physical Description: Stands at 5'11", lean and muscular with sinewy arms. Gerald has pale blue eyes, his reddish hair is kept short and keeps cleanly shaven when possible, with the exception of his side muttons chops. Gerald has no visible scars, two small gold ring piercings in his ears, and a few tattoos. Those being: A small nautical star for good luck on the right side of his chest, his initials in a decorative script on his right breast, a plain black anchor on his left forearm, a red and blue swallow on his right bicep, and a large depiction of a mermaid half out of water, long locks covering her bare chest, across his back.
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Clothes and Equipment: A dirty white and loose fitting blouse with red horizontal strips covered by a thin brown leather vest with red vertical strips. Brown gloves to keep his hands warm, but finger-less to enable more precision when tying knots. Trousers that are brown wool and stained by the salty sea, and thick black leather boots.
He carries a cutlass on his hip, a hatchet tucked in his trouser's waistband, and a dagger hidden in his right boot. His other miscellaneous equipment includes a basic compass, two water skins(one for holding liquor) and some personal items such as a deck of playing cards and ten dice.
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Registered: Mar 26, 2018 15:55:45 GMT -8
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Post by Gerald Neumann on Jun 20, 2018 14:16:58 GMT -8
Gerald really wanted to go inside, size the place up and examine the people who worked inside and general be a part of the negotiations. However, the captain seemed keen on handling it alone and Gerald didn't feel he knew the man enough to poke his nose in the captain's business...yet. So, while he waited, he leaned against the stone wall and pulled out a silver coin, which he then began to flick up into the air and catch out of boredom.
"What the hell?" he hollered incredulously when he was magically pushed from the wall. His stomach did a little flip as i felt as if he was tripping, and he shimmied a bit to try and control his movements, to no avail. The coin he was flicking was thrown some distance away and rolled some more. It was as if the wall had gotten tired of him leaning against it and pushed him forward a step. It was very odd and Gerald's brow was furrowed in confusion as he looked around.
In a blur of movement, a swift creature jumped before him and his eyes widened. Not of fear, but of surprise. It took a full moment to realize what he was looking at was not a large cat...well, not exactly. His eyes went first to her two pointy ears, then her three tails that snaked from underneath her very small and short kimono. He got an eye full of more much more than that as well as his eyes hungrily ate the sight up, from her long, lovely legs to her other...assets, and a smirk developed across his features despite what was happening. The fact she wasn't human barely cross his mind. He was a sex-starved sailor pounced on by a large pair of tits and ass whom also happened to be poking him. Rather seductively in his perverted opinion, as if it was the creature's way of checking him out.
"Well, hello there," Gerald called out, trying his best to lay on the charm. Even flashing her a toothy grin. "Who am I? Well, I happen to be your dream come true." It was rather corny, but he knew from experience some women ate that stuff up.
"Hey!" he exclaimed when she began to draw the saber. "It's very sharp and you may hurt yourself!"
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Kuroka
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 34
Physical Description:
Kuroka stands at 5'3" and weighs 105lbs. The most striking feature, atop her head, is two prominent cat-like ears. If one looks upon her long, they'd find two-three foot cat-like tails jutting from beneath her kimono.
Her black hair curtains her face, and goes down past her shoulders, to about the middle of her back. Her eyes are a yellow, with slit pupils, much like a cat.
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Clothes and Equipment:
Aside from her black kimono, yellow obi, and the golden beads that wrap around her hips, and a simple canvas bag that holds her belongings, there is not much she has on her.
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Player's online availability : Fridays, Weekends
Registered: Jun 19, 2018 14:17:05 GMT -8
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Post by Kuroka on Jun 20, 2018 15:12:06 GMT -8
Kuroka was too fast for the man to stop her from drawing his cutlass, which she waved about, twirling it before sticking the point into the ground. She leaned on the sword, looking up at the man, her smile revealed her elongated canines. Though she didn't realize all the man wanted was her body, she was glad to engage him in conversation.
"My dream come true? So you're the biggest thing in all of the lands?" Kuroka absentmindedly pulled up the shoulders of her kimono, if it could be called that. Her hand then came to her chin, her golden eyes narrowing at the man, then blinking away to the other gruff man, who she could see walking their way.
"I'm Kuroka, of Tawakashi. It is nice to finally be in another land, though I find myself hopelessly lost." She extended her hand towards the pirate, her tails peaking up, and curving near the top, an indication to the educated that she was being friendly.
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Gerald Neumann
Committed
Roleplay posts: 51
Age: 37
Physical Description: Stands at 5'11", lean and muscular with sinewy arms. Gerald has pale blue eyes, his reddish hair is kept short and keeps cleanly shaven when possible, with the exception of his side muttons chops. Gerald has no visible scars, two small gold ring piercings in his ears, and a few tattoos. Those being: A small nautical star for good luck on the right side of his chest, his initials in a decorative script on his right breast, a plain black anchor on his left forearm, a red and blue swallow on his right bicep, and a large depiction of a mermaid half out of water, long locks covering her bare chest, across his back.
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Clothes and Equipment: A dirty white and loose fitting blouse with red horizontal strips covered by a thin brown leather vest with red vertical strips. Brown gloves to keep his hands warm, but finger-less to enable more precision when tying knots. Trousers that are brown wool and stained by the salty sea, and thick black leather boots.
He carries a cutlass on his hip, a hatchet tucked in his trouser's waistband, and a dagger hidden in his right boot. His other miscellaneous equipment includes a basic compass, two water skins(one for holding liquor) and some personal items such as a deck of playing cards and ten dice.
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Registered: Mar 26, 2018 15:55:45 GMT -8
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Post by Gerald Neumann on Jun 20, 2018 16:21:57 GMT -8
Gerald's smirk somehow managed to grow even larger at her question and a glint of mischief lightened up his eyes. "Aye," he answered. "As a matter of fact, I am the biggest thing in all the lands." it was quite a boast, and one Gerald would be all to happy to prove if he could. Though he was disappointed she raised her kimono up, his smirk never faltered. He wanted his advances to be obvious. That's just the type of man he was. Very upfront about everything, including his desires.
"Kuroka? A lovely name for a lovely woman!" he exclaimed merrily, working on buttering her up as much as possible. His eyes also dipped down to give her body an appreciative glance once more. "Lost you say? Well, lost no more! Stick with me, good 'ol Gerald, and I'll show you all the sites of Rondon." He held out his hand. Not to shake, but to hold and lead. He didn't even mind she had his cutlass. She seemed to innocent to do any harm.
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Kuroka
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 34
Physical Description:
Kuroka stands at 5'3" and weighs 105lbs. The most striking feature, atop her head, is two prominent cat-like ears. If one looks upon her long, they'd find two-three foot cat-like tails jutting from beneath her kimono.
Her black hair curtains her face, and goes down past her shoulders, to about the middle of her back. Her eyes are a yellow, with slit pupils, much like a cat.
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Clothes and Equipment:
Aside from her black kimono, yellow obi, and the golden beads that wrap around her hips, and a simple canvas bag that holds her belongings, there is not much she has on her.
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Player's online availability : Fridays, Weekends
Registered: Jun 19, 2018 14:17:05 GMT -8
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Post by Kuroka on Jun 20, 2018 16:47:26 GMT -8
Kuroka took his hand with a bit of vacillation, her ears slouching as she looked at his much larger hand. Her hand didn't leave the cutlass as Gerald led her away from the stone wall, and the place the other man was. It looked like they weren't that close of friends, or they would've waited a bit longer. As the weapon dragged behind her, in the mud and on the cobbles, her ears perked up as they went on.
"This place does not compare to the mountains of Tawakashi. Perhaps they have never met them, I'd be happy to link the civilizations together."
Kuroka laced her fingers through his, she jogged a little to catch up with him and his longer stride, pulling his arm closer to her body, so that his elbow was tucked beneath her arm. She found it more comfortable, and easier for him to guide her. She did not think of her assets, or how they were pushed against his arm.
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Gerald Neumann
Committed
Roleplay posts: 51
Age: 37
Physical Description: Stands at 5'11", lean and muscular with sinewy arms. Gerald has pale blue eyes, his reddish hair is kept short and keeps cleanly shaven when possible, with the exception of his side muttons chops. Gerald has no visible scars, two small gold ring piercings in his ears, and a few tattoos. Those being: A small nautical star for good luck on the right side of his chest, his initials in a decorative script on his right breast, a plain black anchor on his left forearm, a red and blue swallow on his right bicep, and a large depiction of a mermaid half out of water, long locks covering her bare chest, across his back.
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Clothes and Equipment: A dirty white and loose fitting blouse with red horizontal strips covered by a thin brown leather vest with red vertical strips. Brown gloves to keep his hands warm, but finger-less to enable more precision when tying knots. Trousers that are brown wool and stained by the salty sea, and thick black leather boots.
He carries a cutlass on his hip, a hatchet tucked in his trouser's waistband, and a dagger hidden in his right boot. His other miscellaneous equipment includes a basic compass, two water skins(one for holding liquor) and some personal items such as a deck of playing cards and ten dice.
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Registered: Mar 26, 2018 15:55:45 GMT -8
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Post by Gerald Neumann on Jun 20, 2018 17:29:27 GMT -8
With a curious expression, Gerald watched the creature's ears flatten as she examined his hand and tenderly take it after a moment of hesitation. Her little hand was warm and it was oddly comforting to be holding hands with the creature. He had the sudden compulsion to never let go, and his grip tightened ever so slightly.
Contrary to the Nekomata's assumption, Gerald was first going to lead them to his captain before showing her the "sights" of Rondon. The only sight he really wanted to show her was the ceiling of a seedy tavern as he laid her out on a rented bed, but that would come later. He had an idea it would take some effort, but, taking another glimpse at the beautiful creature, he figured it was worth it.
He wasn't sure how to respond to her whacky comment about linking civilizations together, so chose not to. However, he did quite enjoy the feeling of her ample bosom pressed against his arm. Just another reason he didn't want to let her go now.
"Oi! Cap'n, I want you to meet the lovely Kuroka. Koruka, this is my captain, Henry Walworth." Gerald happily introduced them with a smile on his face and a glint in his eye. It was the sort of 'Oi, lookie at the catch I found' look he gave his captain.
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