It's amazing what a little research will do you!

No worries, we all have our priorities. I'm currently battening down the house for Snowpocalypse 9. I'll try to post again tonight. As I said earlier, my goal is to have the ship take off tomorrow evening. Last minute CS's will be reviewed expediently and there's nothing to say your character wasn't already on the ship to begin with.

As for piracy, well, there are werewolves and fae in this universe. Nothing says you can't be a fae pirate who lived through the Golden Age!

By the way, glad to see you're doing better from your Hospital visit Trinals. Hope the bill doesn't turn out to bad for you XD

Just for future reference, anybody know if there's an actual name given to those strategic map/board pieces that I was trying to describe in my post? You know the kind you always see in movies that looks like they're moving with a casino stick?

Maykxor said
...anybody know if there's an actual name given to those strategic map/board pieces that I was trying to describe in my post? You know the kind you always see in movies that looks like they're moving with a casino stick?

I would assume that the term, "Icon" would be relevant; Unit Icon.
You know, I spent 21 years in the military, not the navy mind you, but I have never heard a name for those widgets, doodads, gizmos, or icons.

He's talking about the placement pieces, they use to use them a long time ago in the military as well I think, but he's talking about the little pieces that tell soldier, ships, and tank positions on a map.

the things on the table like this

That's what I said the placement pieces they were used in the 70s I think, I'm not too sure about their history.

When I said, "Unit Icon", I knew exactly what he was talking about. I spent 21 years in combat boots and have been reading military history for 40 years. I have never heard what they call those things. "Unit Icon", which obviously is used today in video games, still appears applicable to a map tracking system used 70 years ago. Or maybe "Unit Symbols"?

This was not half as easy to write as I expected it to be, and I went through more revisions on this CS alone than the last three or four combined. XD If there's anything amiss, or anyone has any objections, please let me know.

Name: William A. Mycroft

Age: 28

Sex: Male

Race: Human

Nationality: British

Occupation: Magician

Biography: William A. Mycroft, for much of his early life, led a distinctly undistinguished life. Son of a British merchant, he never really met his mother, nor did his father ever comment on her, though what little is certain is that the elder Mycroft returned from a trip to the New World with his son, only an infant, in tow. William fit in well for the first few years of his life, no different from any other child. That changed, however, when, quite by accident, it was discovered that he had an inherent aptitude for the use of magic. Though they were initially quite successful at hiding it, word of mouth spread quickly, and it wasn't long before most of his little corner of London knew, or suspected, that little William was a magician. It wasn't long past that when he found that not many of his former friends wanted to be around him anymore.

It never really bothered him, though. His father ran a book shop, and he simply turned instead towards the friends he might find in the pages of a book, or the accounts of times long gone. It wasn't hard to find papers written on the study of magic, either, and these he read with particular appetite. At the age of ten, he had begun experimenting with his abilities, testing his limits and becoming quite inventive in the use of them. He'd always had a particular affinity for fire, something that proved to be more than a little handy in keeping the home warm in winter and in general use in day to day life. He was always quiet about it, but he didn't hide it, either; If a business denied him entrance, he would simply find one that would serve him. If he was mocked, he ignored it. Public sentiment was easy to ignore, as long as he wasn't showing off exactly what he could do. And so it was that by the time William had reached the age of adulthood he was better read than some minor lordlings' sons, and equipped with an attitude that made it very hard to anger him, combined with a friendliness that made it hard to dislike him in the first place. That's not to say it was never an issue; Being one of the known magicians of a region tends to make one a target. For the first few years of his adulthood, he spent what spare time he had continuing his self-education with regards to magic. Essays, studies, theory, he read it all, much of it carried across the sea from the New World, where things weren't quite as restrained.

It took him a while, but eventually, William looked outside the realm of his own study. Europe wasn't in good shape, nd while Napoleon marched across the continent, he simply stayed inside his world of theory and thought. He'd spent most of his life harnessing the power he had, refining it, working to make it better. It was pointless if he didn't use it to do a ittle good, despite the stigma that magicians often held in the view of the common people. He enlisted in the Royal Navy, assigned to crew the boilers of one of their Man 'o Wars alongside a crew of other magicians.

The reality of the job was very different from what he'd anticipated. The skill level of his compatriots varied wildly, the only really consistent factor being that they all knew how to use magic to run a boiler. Outside of that, they ranged from highly practiced, if not all that well-read in the academi side of things, to barely knowing how to manage a stiff breeze. None of them were too eager to try and be much else, either; His first few months were full of attempts to reform the systems in place, discuss how to make it all more efficient. While many of the engineers were happy to listen, if only to learn about what they might be able to integrate later, on the whole no one was interested. And so, after a while, he simply gave up, and resigned himself to the undignified role of human power factory.

While that carried on for a few years, and across multiple ships, it was not an attitude that would be able to survive the battle of Trafalgar. William Mycroft was, at the time, assigned to a much smaller vessel, and as such, one outfitted with a much smaller team of magicians. Two individuals, plus William himself. He spent most of the early portion of the battle manning his shift at the boilers, while above-decks, the ship managed to get itself embroiled in a rather dicey section of the fighting. Distinctly outgunned, the ship was taking more of a beating than its captain wanted to admit. It is here that things take an odd turn; In the words of the captain, one Alistair Martin, "It was rather like, for this one little section of the sky, the Lord decided that he was indeed British and began to act accordingly." Wind, fire, and a few notable lightning bolts, did their best to wreak havoc on the enemy vessels, and doing a fair bit of damage. If nothing else, the sudden turn of nature bought the ship enough time to start hitting back. When the battle died down, the captain was curious about what was very clearly unnatural intervention; But when he reached the boilers, the two magicians not currently assigned to that task were operating them. When asked, they replied that William had talked them into it, saying that he needed to lend a hand elsewhere. When William did turn up, he was helping out the ship's engineer. Such a claim was notable tenuous, however, given how exhausted he was. To say that the Captain was fooled would be distinctly false, but he chose not to press the matter.

Weapon of choice: William carries a single pistol as his sidearm. The weapon has never been used in combat, and he quite suspects that it wouldn't be even in a fight.

Magic: Magicians, historically, have had a track record of being a monarch's preferred method to maintain control. Despite this negative light, William has always been fascinated by the powers he found himself with, and he eagerly learned anything he could about them, both in theory and in practice. Though he is particularly handy with fire, he has taught himself a reaosnable degree of control over most of the forces of nature, though water is something he struggles with more than the others. He doesn't exactly advertise his level of profficiency, however, a habit from his earlier years that he's never really shaken.

Appearance: Slightly taller than average, William Mycroft is of a mildly athletic build. His dark brown hair tends to be quite straight, and is eternally at just below the maximum length allowed by military regulation. He is always clean shaven, and if he's not, that's the first sign that something is quite amiss. His face is set in an almost perpetual smile, and a rather infetious one at that, something rather unusual for one of society's least popular types of people. Set above that smile, his eyes are a deep shade of blue. William is usually clad in a military-style long coat, gray in color, though when working belowdecks this is usually cast aside. His normal attire consists of simple trousers supported by a belt meant to hold anything he finds it necessary to carry, a plain white shirt, boots, and when working with the boilers, gloves.

Orientation/Relationship Status: Straight, Single

Audition:

"This isn't your ship anymore, Magician."

Standing at the docks, coat over his arm and a very perplexed expression on his face, William Mycroft was currently engaged in a conversation with his, apparently former, superior officer. Just beyond them was the ship that he had been serving on since Trafalgar, and the one that he had assumed he would still be serving on after his shore leave.

Apparently not.

"Sir, I'm not quite sure I understand what you mean."

"I mean you've been reassigned." The man opposite him seemed rather amused, truth be told, as he reached into his breast pocket to retrieve a small bundle of papers. "These got handed down the chain of command while you were away. Reassigned to the HMS Pegasus, which according to these, you're to report to later this week."

"Reassigned to the- Pardon me for asking, sir, but why? I've been doing my job here for a good long while now, and one magician seems to be as good as another when it comes to being a living fuel source."

"That's not accurate, and you know it, Mycroft." The officer raised an amused eyebrow, holding out the papers. "None of us are that daft; We've got a pretty good idea of what you don't say. Reassignment's nothing to do with me, but the captain didn't seem very surprised. Go on, get out of here. You'll want to read up on where you'll be serving, I'm sure."

K: Very well done and accepted! I'll add you to the roster shortly!

All: I apologize for my absence today. Work got a little crazy and I'll be surprised if I have a job tomorrow since my boss is hellbent on making an example of someone for motivational purposes. Either way, starting on a post now.

Umm.... Trinais... You do know Miklos is the First-Mate, not the Magician right?

My mistake. Long day T_T

Fixing now.

Trinais said
My mistake. Long day T_T

Fixing now.

Don't worry man, we've all been there XD. I'm waiting for Rumiko's IC response before I start writing up mine. Just so that Richard can interact a bit with Garrett before he heads back to the hangar.

Damn no one posted in a while

I must apologize to you all, for I am being bogged down by finals for this quarter. I have two weeks remaining, so hopefully I will have more free time. I am working on my CSes whenever I take a break from working on my assignments, so I will have that ups shortly. Sorry if I am slowing anything down.

Can someone post I don't really want this to die

I can send William down towards engineering, and cover what he would have said on deck via timey wimey wibbly wobbly-ness when Trinais gets back.

But that's the extent of what I can do. XD

I guess you can do it.

I can't do anything until Rumiko responds >_<. It would be bad form for me to just suddenly pull Garrett out of their convo right after his remark at Richard's uniform without waiting for a response from the officer.

Sorry, I've been in hospital, I was released three hours ago and will post soon