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Though I may have to ask you to reconsider the small part when Doyun and the ship escape the Neryn armada. If you mean the ambush that decimated the entire Tawai navy, then I suggest making them and a few other ships escaped, since I intend to make it so that several ships in the ten ships fleet escaped the battle, regrouped to fight the one last stand (including my character, haha sorry)


This part yeah sure I can change that. I'm not too attached to that. Only thing I would have fought on is the set of up the ship and the fishing rod really. Everything else totally willing to change. I'll go and do that. Thanks man.
Alright so I believe I'm done with my CS and ship sheet as well. Let me know what you think Conscripts. If there is anything that is needed to be added or is needed to be removed let me know.
My apologies, I hadn't seen a hint that you wanted it posted in the OOC first. I'll go about finishing it here later. Hope the ship is okay too! I was thinking of revamping it some just a little, adding another mortar is all.

Hope that's okay and I'll try and get everything finished out soon.
Name: Doyun Kimba

Age: 41

Gender: Male

Appearance: Doyun Kimba stands nearly 5 feet 5 inches tall, with deep tanned skin that's been weathered by sea spray for many years now. His eyes are a light green with golden flecks around the edges. His hair styled into a long black mane down his back, smooth with the tips curled slightly. His voice is mostly clean, and well shaved, mking him look a lot younger then someone his age would normally look. He's got a very stocky build to him. Somewhat short, but very powerful looking. Normally when he's on his ship, he wears brown and gold dyed clothing, made up of a heavy cotton tunic, over trousers and heavy leather boots. He will often wear a leather cuirass studded with iron rivets when needing too during combat. When off his ship he tends to keep that same brown and gold coloration to his clothing but it is far more casual, choosing just long sleeved shirts and long pants with the same leather boots he often wears on the ship.

Personality: Doyun is very thought oriented. Experimental and creative. On his off hours he's often drawing, or pursuing art in some way or form. He values intelligence and logic in many things. When this comes to his ship he's often thinking up ways to throw off the opponent, doing this in a way that's completely original, new tactics, new ways of approaching a situation. Making him very independent.

Background: Doyun had been born to a family of fishermen many years ago. It's almost like another life entirely really. It had started quietly really, as soon as he was old enough to walk, he was taken on the deck of his father's fishing vessel. So he grew up on the deck of a ship. At first he was fine with his lot in life. He'd tend the nets in the evening, ready to boat to leave in the dawn hours, then spend all day on the water, casting nets, picking about shallows for clams and scallops to supplement the catch of the day. He spent about 14 years doing that, and he was quite happy.

he didn't get aspirations for naval service until he as about 15 or 16. While on the deck of his father's ship and he was pulling in a net, the small fishing boat suddenly had a huge shadow loom over it. His father came out, laughing and waving. A Tawaian navy ship had pulled up near to the ship. The captain and his father begun to bargain for some of the days catch. Doyun looked up at the immense ship, fully 8 to 12 times the length of his fathers fishing ship, and towering above the fishing ship by far. Half the day current atch was bartered away, for fine silver and gold rather then goods and services like at home. At the end of that day after pulling into port. Doyun told his father that he wanted to enroll in the Navy. His father chuckled and nodded. Doyun was given a portion of that days gold, some food for his journey to the nearest city. And set off.

What followed was many years of training, being assigned to a navy ship and working his way up the ladder. He started as a sailor, working the galley, he took part in patrols, minor actions against pirates and the like. Gaining experience. And worked his way up through the ranks. He gained support from other sailors, so the admiralty advanced him on merit and ability, rather then who his family was. Which to some wasn't a great thing really. Other Captains were from famed families, rich and powerful, while Doyun was a fisherman's son. Finally the admiralty gave him a command. It was a small galley, a recon vessel really. Designed to move fast and quick and find out where the enemy is. He was there for five years. Before he got a new command. An older ship, something he intended to turn into something amazing. It already had a name, known as the Slick Blade. A slim, trim and fast vessel. That's where he was when the fleet he was in previously was fallen upon by Nerynan armada. Only a few ships managed to make it out of that situation, many of the others who got caught in the ambush were sunk or took as prizes by the enemy. He his crew and the Slick Blade fled back to the capitol. And that's where the admiralty found him and told him about a effort that needed his attention.

Equipment: Drawings of opposing force ships that he quickly made during the last fight, a saber that was given to him when he ascended to captain, and a heavy arquebus that he uses that when his ship is close to the enemy. A heavy duty bamboo fish pole with high end fishing line, something he made for himself, you can take the fisherman away from the fishboat, but you can't take the fishing away from the fisherman, he has used the pole in many a water, having once fought a large bluefin tuna for almost an hour, before entering a pirate battle. He's had the pole since he father passed away 5 years ago.

Name of ship: Slick Blade

Type of ship: Fast and Agile Artillery ship

Armaments: Two forward facing long cannons of atleast 18 pounds each, seven naval mortars at 150mm calibre each, three on either side of the ship port and starboard,and a seventh placed fore between the two cannons. All the mortars have a 90 degree swivel system that allows them to be aimed to bring as many mortars to bare at once. A single light swivel gun at the aft. Also has a contingent of Naval Marine Marksmen on the ship.

Crew: 20 Naval Marine Marksmen 12 of which use long bows while the remaining 8 use arquebus rifles, 60 rowers, 30 port, 30 starboard, two rows each side one atop the other. 47 sailors who man the sails and rigging, 14 will man the mortars while in use, 3 each to the cannons, and one man on the swivel gun. Leaving 19 for repairs, rigging and other duties. Quartermaster Roam, who looks after the provisioning and crew, Gunnery Master Tadi, who commands the gunnery crews, Naval Marine Captain Uots who oversees the Marines, Sailing Master Jin, who oversees the maps, and navigation of the ship and assists the captain in piloting the ship. Two pacers, men who are assigned to drum the pace for the rowers, and who also are in charge of feeding and tending to the largely volunteer rowers, as Captain Doyun would rather use people who have an interest in their countries safety, rather then men who had been press ganged or are convicts to avoid the potential of mutiny.

Appearance: The Slick Blade is a slim ship about 42 meters long and 18 meters wide. A single sail admidt ship for sailing when there is a favorable wind, The rowers within are stacked one row atop the other, offset so the rowers have a little bit of room. The far front position of the ship just under the cannons has a reinforced gun magazine, where 70% of the ships ammo, powder and other items are kept. Right below the main rear tiller is another lesser magazine, where the arrows, crews personal weapons, and naval marines weapons are kept. The bows and handgun ammo as well as the handguns themselves along with swords and melee weapons are kept in the rear as well.

The Slick Blade painted a green, blue and brown along the outside of the hull. The giving it a profile that makes it slightly harder to see in some scenarios, a form of camouflage. The ship is designed for more open water engagements, where it can turn and bring to bear the mortars on the opponent, or square off and use the two long cannons. The ship is designed to make fast cutting runs, along the edges of the fight, firing the mortars during the run, pulling out then repeating again and again, dropping high explosive rounds onto the decks of enemy ships, or using shrapnel bombs, thin ceramic cases in essense, that when they land explode and send out clouds of nails and glass to kill the sailors.

Slick Blade is built to be quick and agile. The time it takes to turn 90 degrees is very nearly half that of other ships. It's built of lighter materials, but with all the iron and metal aboard, it still has a normal draft in the water. But it's lighter build with thinner walls, make it easier to slide through those waters. The Slick Blade can reach a fairly high speed, but it doesn't use this speed to ram, it uses this speed to get in close, strafe a position then get back out before an enemy ship can get in close and attempt to board. This lighter build and thinner hull made the Slick Blade highly susceptible to being breached if struck by an attack with a high enough force.
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It's mostly muzzle loaded. Breech loading rifles are ok, but I don't know if breech loading cannons exist at the time. The era is the 16th-17th century after all. But still, I don't want to apply such concrete rules to RPing, you can make cannons breech loaded, just refrain from making them too modern.


Thank you Conscripts for this answer from the other thread. Much appreciated. Really helps me narrow down the idea. Thank you very very much.
So I'm curious what kind of cannons are we talking about here? I'm thinking on potential designs for my ship if/when we get to that point. Are we talking breech loaders or muzzle loaders? Just curious really.
Hmmmm interesting. I find this idea fairly interesting.

If you'll have me I'll be willing to come along for the ride.
Drevan looked over at the news feed he has going for the area to keep track of what's going on. At the same time replying to Cassie, "Listen we don't always get what we want alright? I know you don't want to jump out of windows. You don't need to get in the concrete but you do need to get on that bucket. I'll swing you over to the other side of the street. There is no one over there right now." HE doesn't both to cut the comms to talk to Martin, "Boss, the news is starting to pick up on the explosion. We may need to scrub the rest of this. We don't want media heat. I can't do anything to it if they tag us on a camera. They haven't seen my crane and Cas yet. But it won't be long until they have reporters on scene."

He turned back to Cassie, "Get on! We need to get you out of there before proper emergency response shows up and this crane and the bucket are going to be even more noticeable. Unless you want to climb down on your own and escape on foot. Your call ultimately pretty lady. But this answer is the one that's quickest at the moment."

He looked over at another monitor, "ETA to Emergency response arrival shows about 3 minutes. Depending on traffic we can fudge that too 3 and a half minutes. Now or never!"
Martin made his way carefully towards the lorry as the Englishmen called it. He tried to play this off as completely casual. Nothing the matter. The escape would need to be quick. He tried his best not to call attention to his face so anyone watching wouldn't be able to identify him. Basic fieldcraft really. Something he'd been told to use back in Canadian spy school as it were. He's got one foot on the back of the truck when he hears, "Oberstleutnant! Wait! Where are you going?" Martin loosened his coat abit and turned to look at a young soldier rushing over, gun lowered, looking winded abit and confused. It's Martin's driver from earlier, he had gone to an inn further into the town and had been spared the massacre. He made a motion to the more then likely blood thirsty cadre of spies, terrorists and traitors behind himself, asking them silently not to do anything.

Martin smiles, "Unteroffzier, glad to see you're okay. I am going with these men and women. We are going on a quick trip that was planned during the party." He looked at the young soldier, "I would appreciate it if you kept this to yourself young man. Can you do that?" The young soldier gulped, "But sir, I need to report this. It's imperative that a SS officer is kept track of sir." Martin sighs, "Are you sure about that my boy?" The sargeant nods, "I was afraid of that." He steps in grabbing the young man's hand pulling him in close, "I admire your dedication my boy. But it is very important that this does not reach anyone else."

There is a slither of leather on steel, the young man, barely a man really lets out a hiss and a gasp. And twenty three inches of steel slide into his chest, angled that it went right through his heart and out his back. Martin sighed, "I apologize young man, you didn't deserve this. But I cannot let you give his away." He lays the boy down, taking his hand in his own, patting it softly, "Rest well. You did not deserve this. When they find you, you will already be in gods hands." he pulled the blade out of the boys chest, cleaned it in the snow, then got to his, sliding the long blade away again, jumping up into the truck, "Tragic business that." He gasped as they pulled away, holding on for dear life as they raced off, plowing into reinforcements and ducking as they took fire.

He called forward, "I hope this isn't foreshadowing into what's going to happen later in this operation! If you're piloting the train, I think I'll walk home instead!" He grunted and rubbed his head as they hit something or someone that caused him to hop up in his seat and hit his head on one of the support spars in the back of the truck, "Ah...gah!"
Eric tracked his partner for as long as he could, keeping his gun planted and ready to burn anyone who might be in danger of coming across him. He watched Markus's flanks as he reached the motor pool and the door inside. Sweeping the yard beyond, "Careful going in. I'm going to lose overwatch on you once you're inside." He jerked his rifle around, when the first man came out, his reticle right over the mans forehead, it would have been brutal if he had to take that shot, but Markus had it covered. He swiveled back around to cover the outer area. listening to his partner work, "Good job brother." He blinked when he heard the grunt and again swung his gun back around, centering over where he thought Markus would be in the building, a lone window the only thing he could see through and that didn't give him a good shot. But soon, he heard Markus speak, "Stay steady Markus. Careful in there."

As he swung his rifle about he listened to what Markus had to say, "Gotcha I got the outside covered."

As he said that something caught his eye. It looked like a truck, or a jeep maybe. Approaching from the rear entrance road. And driving fast, "Asking about contacts. I got on. Unknown approaching the rear gate. And moving fast." He settled his rifle in, and looked down the scope, "Can't see the driver, front window is tinted." He pulled his eye away from the scope to watch three of the yard guards running to the rear, "I don't think this arrival was expected. There are three guards scrambling for the rear entrance. Our two roamers who were back there and another from the back yard there." He zoomed in on one of the guards who was waving his free arm, that AK clutched to his chest, "They're trying to wave him down." He watched another two guards running to the back entrance, "Five at the back gate now. Four up front from what I can see." He hummed softly, "Keep the hack going. No one seems all that interested in your location right now."

He focused on the five guards in the rear. The jeep or truck still had a ways to go but it was approaching fast. They appeared to be arguing about what to do, "The guards in the rear there are starting to loose their shit. If you hear gunfire it's likely going to be warning shots on that vehicle." Almost as he said that one of the rear guards shouldered his AK, and unleashed a fifteen round warning burst on the jeep. Followed by a second fifteen round burst. This time the jeep responded, rolling to a stop, and sitting there idling just about 100 yards out from the mill. Eric watched, eye away from scope so he didn't miss too much, "What...is the deal here...?" He checked the rest of the yard, "Stand off in the rear section here. How are you doing in there man?" He checked the front of the yard, "All the visible guards are at the gates right now. No one is making moves towards your location. I don't see anyone else scrambling to guard your building. I think you're green for a little longer." He focused in on the jeep again, the windows are tinted, but he could vaguely make out movement inside, maybe 2 or 3 people shuffling about. "I don't know what's going on out here man. You okay in there?"
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