“Sir, I say,”
If Nëis thought that he wouldn’t be bothered on the deck, he was entirely wrong. He didn’t bother to stand up straight, just moved his gaze from the water to the man standing near him. If the captain simply looked like a noble, dressed as he was, this man breathed nobility. He seemed, and was, severely out of place. He had a pretty face, and a ridiculous--if highborn--outfit, but neither of those things tended to last very long on the open sea. He fought the urge to look away, but listened to what he had to say with pointed disinterest.
“Will this ship be departing shortly?”
For a moment, Nëis considered just not answering. That smile at the end rubbed him the wrong way, and he barely avoided sneering. It wasn’t the need to be helpful that got him to answer after a long, pregnant silence, it was just the need to get the man to walk away and stop expecting an answer.
“Within fifteen minutes,” he said. Without thinking better of it, he continued. “You should have spoken to the captain. You would have passed him, to get up here.”
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Nëis did not immediately join the rest of the pack in venturing to the underbelly of the ship, instead he took to pacing around the top deck, surveying both the ship's crew and the ship itself. There were several men that looked both hardened and sea-weary, and none of them quite looked his way. Itself, it was a fine ship, though perhaps not the largest he had ever seen. A ship was a ship, in the end, and size barely mattered unless a sea skirmish was planned or inevitable. And things being as they were... he only hoped they wouldn't find themselves outgunned in the future.
As for the new crew, of which he was a part of, he had no particular feelings towards any of them. Just people, was all they were. None more or less important than the last. He hoped to mostly just ignore them, and so their personalities weren't meaningful. The only one he needed to be anywhere near good to was the captain, and he doubted even they would come into much contact. Or more that he hoped they wouldn't come into much contact. As it was, the captain was 'in contact' a little beyond the docks, talking to a man who had several large dogs in tow. He had no real love for the animals himself, but by the looks of it the captain had quite a lot. Once he appeared to have said his farewells and boarded the ship, the pace was picked up somewhat. The redhead--Arren, or something akin to that--went down below deck alongside a larger man who seemed to be instructing the lot of them, and he could just barely make out what was being said before he disappeared from sight completely.
The thought occurred to him that he should claim a bed, or whatever sort of thing it was that they were to be sleeping on, but he had no interest in heading down while so many were already on their way. He would take the last one and be done with it, the location didn't matter so much as having somewhere to sleep. If it came down to it, he was willing to sleep straight on the floor.
He settled himself near the side of the ship, resting his hands on the smooth wood. Too nice a day to go under, especially after stowing away inside of a stagnant inn room for so many days. He hadn't been on a ship, respectable or otherwise, in years. He wasn't off balance so much as he was simply bothered by the subtle ways the ship would move, and he clenched the railing tight to keep himself still. He wasn't going to fall over or stumble, but he was uncomfortable and felt clumsier than he ever had on land. Or just ever had at all, for that matter. He knew he hadn't had nearly as many qualms about it when he was a child, and had to wonder if his age was finally catching up to him.
There was a cool breeze coming in from the north, and he faced it, taking the time to just breathe. He was an outdoorsman at heart, but knew he should at least try to pay attention to the dealings on the ship. Just... maybe later, though. As it was, he couldn't fully relax, but he did take up a more casual, resting stance. He'd have to seek out the captain later to work out his position, but he was content to just take in the day before he needed to get busy.
As for the new crew, of which he was a part of, he had no particular feelings towards any of them. Just people, was all they were. None more or less important than the last. He hoped to mostly just ignore them, and so their personalities weren't meaningful. The only one he needed to be anywhere near good to was the captain, and he doubted even they would come into much contact. Or more that he hoped they wouldn't come into much contact. As it was, the captain was 'in contact' a little beyond the docks, talking to a man who had several large dogs in tow. He had no real love for the animals himself, but by the looks of it the captain had quite a lot. Once he appeared to have said his farewells and boarded the ship, the pace was picked up somewhat. The redhead--Arren, or something akin to that--went down below deck alongside a larger man who seemed to be instructing the lot of them, and he could just barely make out what was being said before he disappeared from sight completely.
The thought occurred to him that he should claim a bed, or whatever sort of thing it was that they were to be sleeping on, but he had no interest in heading down while so many were already on their way. He would take the last one and be done with it, the location didn't matter so much as having somewhere to sleep. If it came down to it, he was willing to sleep straight on the floor.
He settled himself near the side of the ship, resting his hands on the smooth wood. Too nice a day to go under, especially after stowing away inside of a stagnant inn room for so many days. He hadn't been on a ship, respectable or otherwise, in years. He wasn't off balance so much as he was simply bothered by the subtle ways the ship would move, and he clenched the railing tight to keep himself still. He wasn't going to fall over or stumble, but he was uncomfortable and felt clumsier than he ever had on land. Or just ever had at all, for that matter. He knew he hadn't had nearly as many qualms about it when he was a child, and had to wonder if his age was finally catching up to him.
There was a cool breeze coming in from the north, and he faced it, taking the time to just breathe. He was an outdoorsman at heart, but knew he should at least try to pay attention to the dealings on the ship. Just... maybe later, though. As it was, he couldn't fully relax, but he did take up a more casual, resting stance. He'd have to seek out the captain later to work out his position, but he was content to just take in the day before he needed to get busy.
Just putting my CS up here...
Nëis couldn’t put a finger on his emotions. He could taste the salt in the air, smell the surf -- but he wasn’t excited about it, not exactly. He still had to meet his captain, and his fellow crewmen, and time would only tell if he could get used to being a part of a group like that. But the promise of the sea and open air, he thought he could deal with the little things, for a life like that. Better than being in a stagnant city.
The room he was staying in was rented, as it had been for the past week. Paid in advance, so he would be able to leave as soon as he needed to. He ate his meals in the room, and he did the same with breakfast that morning -- it was set outside his door per his instructions. Some sort of porridge, and a hard sweet roll of bread. Not very nutritious, and more bland than anything else, but still heavy enough to fill a stomach. Might not keep a man alive for long, but it would damn well keep him full. He ate, set the plate on the bedside table, and grabbed his bag off of the bed. He had packed it the night before in preparation, not too keen on doing much in the mornings.
As he left, he didn’t encounter any of the staff. He wasn’t going to mourn that, certainly. Walking to the docks took him mere minutes. He’d decided to stay as near to them as he could, despite the somewhat more expensive price of it. As far as he could tell, it was worth it. He wasn’t the first to gather near the ship, but he wasn’t interested in having that honor so much as he was in looking at the sea.
He settled down on the dock, drawing his legs up and leaning against one of the wooden poles. Beside him sat his old leather bag, which held more or less everything he owned. He kept it on his arm, but otherwise didn’t make an attempt to protect it. If a cutpurse did happen to come around, he wasn’t against knocking them plain into the sea. His ‘valuables’ were all waterproof, to his knowledge.
Behind him, several people were milling about. Fellow crewmen, from the looks of it. Just people, so he cast his eyes away, back to the sea and the shoreline. Over time, a few more gathered, and he would look at them shortly before relaxing again. When the stilted discussion turned more towards whispering, he stood to see who was coming and joined the group that had gathered.
When the man came to stand in front of them, his first assumption was that he was a noble. The hard gaze in his eyes, though, said he was anything but, and Nëis realized he was looking at the man who would be his captain.
When no one else spoke for the few seconds of silence that followed, he decided he might as well. He looked down slightly to make eye contact with him, unbothered by the severe look. “I am Nëis Leider,” he said, “and it is good to see that my Captain will be a formidable man.”
The room he was staying in was rented, as it had been for the past week. Paid in advance, so he would be able to leave as soon as he needed to. He ate his meals in the room, and he did the same with breakfast that morning -- it was set outside his door per his instructions. Some sort of porridge, and a hard sweet roll of bread. Not very nutritious, and more bland than anything else, but still heavy enough to fill a stomach. Might not keep a man alive for long, but it would damn well keep him full. He ate, set the plate on the bedside table, and grabbed his bag off of the bed. He had packed it the night before in preparation, not too keen on doing much in the mornings.
As he left, he didn’t encounter any of the staff. He wasn’t going to mourn that, certainly. Walking to the docks took him mere minutes. He’d decided to stay as near to them as he could, despite the somewhat more expensive price of it. As far as he could tell, it was worth it. He wasn’t the first to gather near the ship, but he wasn’t interested in having that honor so much as he was in looking at the sea.
He settled down on the dock, drawing his legs up and leaning against one of the wooden poles. Beside him sat his old leather bag, which held more or less everything he owned. He kept it on his arm, but otherwise didn’t make an attempt to protect it. If a cutpurse did happen to come around, he wasn’t against knocking them plain into the sea. His ‘valuables’ were all waterproof, to his knowledge.
Behind him, several people were milling about. Fellow crewmen, from the looks of it. Just people, so he cast his eyes away, back to the sea and the shoreline. Over time, a few more gathered, and he would look at them shortly before relaxing again. When the stilted discussion turned more towards whispering, he stood to see who was coming and joined the group that had gathered.
When the man came to stand in front of them, his first assumption was that he was a noble. The hard gaze in his eyes, though, said he was anything but, and Nëis realized he was looking at the man who would be his captain.
When no one else spoke for the few seconds of silence that followed, he decided he might as well. He looked down slightly to make eye contact with him, unbothered by the severe look. “I am Nëis Leider,” he said, “and it is good to see that my Captain will be a formidable man.”
I'd love to join.
Name: Nëis Leider
Age: 28
Species: Human.
Position: Free man.
Personality: Stoic, selfish, and more than a little unsympathetic, as a general rule Nëis only thinks about himself and how he can get further in life. Underneath his bitter exterior (and most of his interior), he does have a genuine lust for life and adventure and loves being on the open sea.
Looks:
History: Was born in Reicnin but underwent training in Fruwin, and that’s all he tends to tell people. [The rest to be revealed in RP.]
Where they lived: Reicnin, Common.
Skills: Herbalism, lockpicking, dagger use.
Reasons for joining the crew: “I want to see the world... and get rich doing it.”
Extra details: Missing ring finger on left hand after a nasty accident with a knife, and has a simple tattoo on his right bicep: a double band of dots circling the arm. Has many small, miscellaneous scars all over his body.
Name: Nëis Leider
Age: 28
Species: Human.
Position: Free man.
Personality: Stoic, selfish, and more than a little unsympathetic, as a general rule Nëis only thinks about himself and how he can get further in life. Underneath his bitter exterior (and most of his interior), he does have a genuine lust for life and adventure and loves being on the open sea.
Looks:
History: Was born in Reicnin but underwent training in Fruwin, and that’s all he tends to tell people. [The rest to be revealed in RP.]
Where they lived: Reicnin, Common.
Skills: Herbalism, lockpicking, dagger use.
Reasons for joining the crew: “I want to see the world... and get rich doing it.”
Extra details: Missing ring finger on left hand after a nasty accident with a knife, and has a simple tattoo on his right bicep: a double band of dots circling the arm. Has many small, miscellaneous scars all over his body.
I'm still interested (:
Haha, sorry about that. The forum wasn't being very kind to me.
Sorry about so many posts, the Guild wasn't being cooperative.
Name: Sohrab Attar
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Appearance:
Personality: Quiet, passive. Hasn’t got a mean bone in his body, but isn’t naive in the least. Knows exactly how the world works and has no illusions about a rose-colored future. Avoids conflict and always tries to be at the back of the crowd, he’s good at not drawing attention to himself. A true perfectionist, his work might be slower but it won’t suffer for it.
History/Biography: His mother was a prostitute and he was taken from her as soon as he was born, left for dead in the slums. An elderly woman saved him and raised him with the help of her son, who he would grow to call father once the old woman died and he took sole care of him. His adoptive father was a sailor and a fisherman, and he taught Sohrab everything he knew about the sea and the creatures in it. As soon as he was able he sought work with as many ships as possible and hasn’t stopped ship-hopping since. The open ocean is everything he wants in life.
Emplacement of future Slave Brand: Palm of right hand.
Name: Sohrab Attar
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Appearance:
Personality: Quiet, passive. Hasn’t got a mean bone in his body, but isn’t naive in the least. Knows exactly how the world works and has no illusions about a rose-colored future. Avoids conflict and always tries to be at the back of the crowd, he’s good at not drawing attention to himself. A true perfectionist, his work might be slower but it won’t suffer for it.
History/Biography: His mother was a prostitute and he was taken from her as soon as he was born, left for dead in the slums. An elderly woman saved him and raised him with the help of her son, who he would grow to call father once the old woman died and he took sole care of him. His adoptive father was a sailor and a fisherman, and he taught Sohrab everything he knew about the sea and the creatures in it. As soon as he was able he sought work with as many ships as possible and hasn’t stopped ship-hopping since. The open ocean is everything he wants in life.
Emplacement of future Slave Brand: Palm of right hand.
.sorry!
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