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[Dead]Across the seven seas (Pirate Roleplay)

Frank Carter

Name: Frank Carter
Age: 45
Gender: M
Allegiance: Pirate

Appearance: A rather portly man of average height, dark of face from working long hours on the docks, Frank is not one to stand out in the crowd. He dresses himself in the manner of the burghers, and on some days even wears a powdered wig denoting nobility.

Possessions:
A Spyglass
An incredibly thick work of fiction
A rapier
An exotic puzzle box from afar

Role: First Mate

Personality: Quiet, shy, and endlessly polite.

Bio: Frank's parents were one of the firsts to get in on the revolutionary new lassez-faire acts passed during their generation, and taking advantage of the new free market made the family rich among their peers of commonage. This paved the way for a new class of people, between those of the merchant of the city and the lower nobility, calling themselves the burgher class. The Carter family became one of those burgher families, and styled themselves in the manner of the nobles. They, in their will, split their fortunes between their first three children, leaving the fourth out. Frank was that fourth.

Because of this ousting of his inheritance, he could no longer consider himself a part of the wealthy families he grew up in, and was thus abandoned by both his family and their associates. He found himself years later working a humble life upon the docks, where he discovered smuggling paid better. One act outside of the law lead to another, eventually placing him in the position he holds today.

Hobbies: Reading and analyzing fiction.

Other:

[Dead]Across the seven seas (Pirate Roleplay)

Name: Frank Carter
Age: 45
Gender: M
Allegiance: Pirate

Appearance: A rather portly man of average height, dark of face from working long hours on the docks, Frank is not one to stand out in the crowd. He dresses himself in the manner of the burghers, and on some days even wears a powdered wig denoting nobility.

Possessions:
A Spyglass
An incredibly thick work of fiction
A rapier
An exotic puzzle box from afar

Role: First Mate

Personality: Quiet, shy, and endlessly polite.

Bio: Frank's parents were one of the firsts to get in on the revolutionary new lassez-faire acts passed during their generation, and taking advantage of the new free market made the family rich among their peers of commonage. This paved the way for a new class of people, between those of the merchant of the city and the lower nobility, calling themselves the burgher class. The Carter family became one of those burgher families, and styled themselves in the manner of the nobles. They, in their will, split their fortunes between their first three children, leaving the fourth out. Frank was that fourth.

Because of this ousting of his inheritance, he could no longer consider himself a part of the wealthy families he grew up in, and was thus abandoned by both his family and their associates. He found himself years later working a humble life upon the docks, where he discovered smuggling paid better. One act outside of the law lead to another, eventually placing him in the position he holds today.

Hobbies: Reading and analyzing fiction.

Other:

Magic RP (Open to new players)

"Oh? Of course," muttered Rughoi. "Scrying. Yes. Erm . . . find yourself some water and return as soon as you have results. Find Magister Kutur if you encounter any trouble. Oh, and one more thing," he said, just as Kali was about to leave. "If possible, could you find my mother?"

Merat's unit scoured the hillside, searching every nook and cranny for signs of dracons or other possible threats. One of the scouts, patrolling the eastern front, saw movement out of the corner of his eye. Turning, he spotted Rama and Krakas sneaking through the sand and shrub. "General Rama! At your service!" he called, rushing up to meet them. Unfortunately, this also startled the multiethnic party Rama was stalking as well. Pulling on his bow, the scout shouted "Dracons!" and in an instant, Merat and his forces surrounded the group from a distance.

"Freeze, Mitronians. Under arrest," said Merat, readying his bow. "Chief Rama. Call your men," he continued. "Help us. Take them to Rughoi."

Game of Thrones : The Pact of Ice and Fire (Always Open)

@Greenie It's fine, because his sacrifice, as well as the sacrifices of tens of thousands of his brothers, have almost as much effect as a 5 minute meeting with your average therapist. I, for one, would call that a worthy cause.

Game of Thrones : The Pact of Ice and Fire (Always Open)

None are so cursed as the kinslayer.

Game of Thrones : The Pact of Ice and Fire (Always Open)

Actually, to say William spotted a group of adventurers was a bit of an overstatement. In fact, at midday of the next day, he saw but one, a diminutive person striding down the street with purpose. True, those aspects do not immediately denote an adventurer, but the rattling plate coupled with the weapons strapped to his belt gave away his intents. "Oi! Whelp!" William shouted. "I don't think the Royal Army is so desperate they're willing to hire boys yet!"

Arak excitedly rushed down the street in a giddy daze. To be personally recognized by His Grace for his valor on the field and sent on a personal mission sanctioned by the crown! He nearly ran towards the local messenger's office, armor jingling merrily, letter in hand detailing the mission and asking that his commanding officer forgive his absence at drilling sessions for the next few months. While he walked through the city docks, however, he heard a voice that seemed to be speaking to him. He turned, and saw a man of his age standing near the water. A knight, judging by the breastplate he wore and the sword he possessed. The strange knight had the audacity then to insult him! This challenge of honor cannot be ignored. Still, Arak made an effort to behave civilly, as is befitting two warriors of similar rank, and to back out of a physical conflict.

"A lovely day, ser. Truly, who is it you speak of?" Arak asked the knight.

"Who else?" answered William. "Do you see any other jumped-up pages stumbling about?"

"Surely you do not refer to me," said Arak, immediately regretting his rudeness. He wanted to apologize, but stuck to his honor, and stood firm. This did little to intimidate the far taller man in front of him.

"Gods, how clearly do I have to make myself? Should I repeat it a few more times? Should I speak slower?" William shouted, emphasizing every syllable in a mocking tone.

"You dishonor me with deed, speech, and thought!" exclaimed Arak, drawing a sword. "I challenge you to a duel for honor!"

"So it shall be," said William. "Longswords at dawn, if that'll please your filthy honor." With that, the two parted. William watched the stranger leave, letting his rage boil over. So what if he died? House Bolton has no successors, and by some cruel irony, the last vestige of Bolton power in Ethering will revert back to the Starks, or royal command. If they think they could just screw around with him, giving him false hopes as some sort of evil little joke, then he doesn't need to stay around to be their court fool. He drew his sword and brought it down on a little crab, scuttling around the dock. It split the shell open with a sickening crack, and embedded itself in the wood, causing splinters to fly everywhere, including sticking in his boot. Great, even the earth itself is out to get him.

[Dead]Across the seven seas (Pirate Roleplay)

If that spot for First Mate is still open, may I take it?

Dark Side RP (Remake) Dead

The sky turned from pitch black to a dark grey, which soon itself gave way to a rich violet and soft orange. Jenny watched the sun rise, finishing off the last dregs of her coffee. Now jittery as a paranoid bug, she toddled back to her home in a daze and crashed on the bed, passing out almost instantly.

The alarm clock rang out. Grumbling, Jenny sat up and beheld the bright blue sky of early morning. Happy to find herself comfortably in her own bed, she stopped the clock and almost danced to the living room. Whew, what an exciting dream she had last night! There was this magic ice woman, and some sort of skeleton, and it was all very exciting. Perhaps she should write it down before memory eludes her, but nah. It was nice to be back in normalville, earth. A small niggling doubt crept up in the back of her head that it was no dream, but she quickly stamped it out. There's no way that could be real, right?

Magic RP (Open to new players)

@Aristocles Maybe. It's up to you.

Game of Thrones : The Pact of Ice and Fire (Always Open)

@MrDidact @NecroKnight I wouldn't mind a jump as well. As fun as it is playing Arak, I really miss playing William.