Sorry I've been absent. Had some college stuff to take care of. But now I'm back, and I'll start work on the CS shortly.

I'm interested, but I think I'd rather play a character that is unaware of the supernatural entirely and proceed into the madness from there.

Sounds good to me; I'll get my sheet in order then.

HeySeuss said
I'm interested, but I think I'd rather play a character that is unaware of the supernatural entirely and proceed into the madness from there.

That is entirely fine :3

Mind if I join in?

Seeing how I have yet to recieve any Character Sheets, write something up

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Deleted in favour of PM.

Ah. I should have noted that I wanted them in PM's first of all.

And yes, I do want a pm of it. As a GM, I do not allow my players to just jump over a really important part of the character.

Monstah: YOu might wanna rewrite a lot of that. The black pharoa is not a diety you can use for your character. It's specifically meant for cultists and they are the threat, not the PC's. Three snakes have no association with him. They are Voodoo based. I suggest reading up on the actual religion. Two; Voodoo dolls were not a thing. Thats European witchcraft. 3: Necromancy is a thing of Jagg'Azish, as I stated. I am afraid nothing about your character is really accepted for now.

Also. updated the first post with some rules.

An easy oversight to make, no worries; I'll attach a proper history to the PM and send them both as soon as I can. As a player, I expect nothing less of a GM so I feel we'll get on swimmingly

PM's down, going to bed, will send first thing

WOrkingon my own sheet now. Should be up soon :D

Per consultation with Noxious, I was thinking of doing a disgraced/downonhisass sailor of some sort, perhaps an ex-privateer in rock bottom. Definitely disreputable. I'm mostly looking to fit in somewhere with a good concept that's useful to the plot.

sounds solid to me Seuss.

Name: Horacio Engdal
Gender: Male
Age:31
Faction: Torn Sails
Deity: Hecate (Greek Pagan)
Skills:
Cult Hunter: The great skills of Torn Sail members varies a lot. Horacio has dedicated the past 7 years reading every single note and book the Torn sails can provide him on different cults, dwelling far to much on their operations and methods that is good for his own sanity. He hunts cultists most relentlessly, retracing their steps and getting into their dens guns blazing. Cult hunters are rarely long lived for this very reason.

Minor:
Sailing: He is accomplished sailor. He can man almost any position on deck.
Swashbuckling: He used to belong on a ships boarding crew for a reason.

Background; Horacio Engdal is a sailor formerly of the Swedish crown. But his story began far earlier then his first day on shaky legs on a wooden hull out in the Baltic Sea. His story began as a ever bright blue eyed boy in Stockholms slums. He was born to a poor shoemaker named Gustav Engdal who always dreamed big. His son, the only to survive past the first year, he named him Horacio, after the famed roman poet. His father was not illiterate unlike most of his kin, no he took proud in knowing both latin, swedish and even some english. And he taught his son, with discipline and a heavy hand if he had to. The result was a little runt with a mouth that could swear and sweet talk in no less then three languages.

Indeed, his talents came as a natural boost to a almost dangerous charisma. The boy was a natural talented beggar and pickpocket but also a very talented young conartist. He ran the streets with other young boys, ducking city guards as they knew full well what happened to thieves, regardless of their age. His father and mother would beat him, wanting him to see sense but it was all for naught. At the age of 13 he would have to leave his home for all time, after almost being caught stealing from a noble. He somehow managed to bribe his way on board a Prussian ship and left Stockholm a malnourished but eager apprentice on board. He was not yet a man, and the life as a cabinboy was hard. Sailors were not fair folk, they swore and kicked him around and his first month onboard was hell. But he adapted, he learned and became more and more usefull. The ship was only his first vessel. At the age of 20 he returned to Swedish docks. His family was now all dead, having died from poverty and sickness without their sons helping hand.

While he felt a little guilty, he did not stay to ponder. Instead, he found service on a Swedish warship. By now he was a experienced sailor despite his age and he traversed with the giant ship inot battle. In 1790 the Battle for Svensksund ended the Sweden-Russian war once and for all. The greatest victory of Swedish Naval warfare was now a fact. And survivors like Horacio either climbed the ranks quickly or became sought after by other, less savory types. Horacio found himself on a galley as a Privateer of the Norwegian coast. Mainly raiding Danish and English ships. One day his ship came upon a drifting, black vessel. Climbing onboard, they found that everything was soaked with blood, bits and pieces of struggle could be seen but no bodies. The captain was exctatic, the ship was mostly unharmed. If he manned it they could return it to Swedish shores and have it fitted. It would be the haul of the their life. Sadly, the crew was spooked and rightly so. A unnatural storm befell them and in the brief flashes of light that the fire of lightning provided, inhuman beings could be seen. When the storm was over, Horacio sat covering in a corner, their captain and half the crew was dead and gone. They barely made it home. None would believe their stories, and he along with most survivors were believed mad or became the laughingstock of the docks.

Horacio spent 1 year in the gutter when a similair ship came to port. The captain seemingly sught him up specifically. He was Benedict Troelger, captain of the “Dark Drake.” He asked the boy what he was looking at shadows as if they would kill him. Horacio told the man his story and the Captain knew he had found the man he had been looking for. He explained to Horacio that the ship had been a trap, a altar if you will. It drifted in place, luring sailors, often privateers and pirates to board it. And then the uneasy dead on board tear the living apart as living sacrifices . The captain offered Horacio the chance to learn more, to still his terror and get revenge. And so Horacio excepted, joined the Torn sails and the rest is as they say; History.

Could your GM have a status report regarding to how far you players have gotten in char sheet creation? :3.

You've already got mine.

I'mma knock it out today, sir.

Name: John Kimball
Gender: Male
Age: 37
Faction: None
Deity: Episcopalian (heh)
Skills: Navigation, Ship-handling, Gunnery. It should also be noted that he is cold-blooded under fire and if he was brave before, now he simply doesn't give a damn about his life anymore. He's a gentleman and knows how to handle a sword and pistol.
Background: Born to a family of flinty New Englanders, of Mayflower descent, John Kimball hails from Newbury, Massachusetts. During the War of Independence he was a tyke, but he grew up with stories of his brother's heroism, real or imagined. Edward Kimball never came back, but John Kimball, the babe of the family, nonetheless followed his brother's footsteps toward the sea. In the years that followed Yorktown, John started as an apprentice and was soon commissioned in the United States Navy as a navigator, a gunnery officer and finally a first mate aboard the USS Philadelphia when it sailed to Tripoli in 1804 to fight the First Barbary War.

Regrettably, the Philadelphia, through a gross mishandling, was run aground and turned into a prize of the Pasha of Tripoli, and the captain, William Bainbridge, elected to surrender to the Pasha, but not before ordering his own First Mate detained for trying to set fire to the powder stores on the Philadelphia rather than let it fall -- Kimball was intent on going down with the ship, whereas others felt that it was best not to antagonize the Pasha by denying him this sudden windfall of a powerful frigate.

Instead, they became hostages of the Pasha, and it was Stephen Decatur who bravely set flame to the Philadelphia to ensure that the prize would not be taken. Months later, when the Marines landed at Tripoli and forced an end to the war, the crew of the Philadelphia was released, and an inquiry was held as to assign responsibility -- William Bainbridge managed to squeak past being held accountable. John Kimball, who attracted the ire of his captain during the course of the captivity in Tripoli, was not so lucky and inherited the blame.

Kimball sailed with merchant crews for a time to make ends meet, though he found that the pleasures of ports like New Orleans had far too many opportunities to squander the profit and his family, out of embarrassment, have essentially disowned him. At this nadir of his life, no one seems to want to hire a ruined naval officer, to risk on the dubious reputation of a man that seems to live up to it with his wanton ways and taste for drink...

Excellent news! I have created a thread for the character sheets for those who are done;

Here