Welcome to the Unterzee, and the deep, dark, and marvelous world of Zeelife. Perhaps you came down here through Fallen London, or came down with London who knows how long ago. Or maybe you came down through the Cumaean Canals? Oh who care! You're here now. And it's not easy to leave the Unterzee when you get here. It's been thirty years. Thirty long years since London was pulled down here by forces unknown. And in those thirty years the people have grown anew. Picking a living from the deep darkness. The lights and fires keep back the crewing black. While brave zee-captains in their trusty zee-ships sail out into that Everdark to scratch a living and get the goods needed to keep London alive. They sail out, engines chugging, zailors manning the engines and the lights and guns. Food for the crew, fuel for the engine in the hold. With room to spare for anything they might come across. Blasted be they who have no room to pick up a choice tidbit huh? Did you come here for adventure? Down from the surface into this blasted black. Or were you here all along and decided that going out to zee was the next thing that life planned for you? Either way leads to folly, and to adventure, to terror and to perhaps riches. For who knows what a trip onto the Unterzee will bring you. Maybe a trip to the Salt Lions nets you a hold full of Sphinxstone, bound back to London. Perhaps while zailing your ship come across an Angler Crab. What a haul if you can bring it's shell, meat and head lights in. Just think of the Echoes that would bring from the Butcher Lads in the Bazaar. It sounds all like fun and games. But what happens when the terror and dark of the Zee over takes your captain, he draws his pistol and shoots himself and the chief engineer? Where does that leave you? Or you run out of food on a long voyage on the zee. And your only option is to begin to eat your crewmates. Do you have the stomach for that landlubber? Or do you know something of the zee and can prepare yourself for the horrors that await out there? You think so? Then step aboard lad. We've got a long voyage ahead. Food and fuel loaded. And a bunch of tomb-colonists below. We're making for Venderbight once the captain says we're clear. Hang onto your hat lad. And hold onto your lunch. The Zee is no friendly place. This is a story, about secrets. Everyone down here has a few. The Butcherlord down in the Bazaar has some, he keeps them in a secret book. The Urchins in the Flit are always trying to get it. The Devils up at Palmerston have them too. They whisper them sometimes, to get mortal men into their sway. This is also a story of ambitions. What is it that you want to do down here? Do you want to Know the Zee? Perhaps Gain Riches? Or become the Unterzee's most Venerated Explorer? That for you to decide. But mostly this is a Story of your life at Zee. What will it bring? Riches? Fame? Glory? Or will it bring your death. Sinking slowly down into the deep black of the Zee, to be caught in the pincers of an Angler Crab, or gobbled up whole by a Bound Shark? Either way let the Zee be the Zee, and zail it like you ought to. Welcome to the Crew. ----- CS Name: Gender: Age: Apperance: (Do not use Anime pictures, or pictures of celebrities if you put a picture down. Atleast a paragraph of words must be included.) Profession: (Captaincy is reserved. Unless you can give me a good reason why you think you should be the Captain) Ambition: (What you want to ultimately do down in the Unterzee. Be a pirate? Become rich off the treasures of the Zee? You decide.) Past: (no one is born a Zailor, or an officer, or a captain for that matter. Before you decided to set zail. What did you do? Were you a street urchin? A retired campaigner? A Bizarre Bazaar merchent? Dock hand? Make it long, make it short, who cares. But make it good.) ------ I am dead tired right now. I'll have my character up in the morning.

Here goes. Name: Hackston Pilgrim Jr. Gender: Male Age: 47 Appearance: Bearded man who smells like zeeweed, tobacco and a troubled past, so all in all blends right in the docks of fallen London. Terrible posture gained from working in cramped places, years of hard labor has given him a nasty cough. Always wears his lucky gloves which were possibly red one day in the past. Profession: Mechanic. Knows how to bend steel, make it move, shovel fuel into the engines and hopefully make it NOT explode. Ambition: To sail the zee, anywhere else in fallen London is too dangerous for him, when it gets to that point the zee is safer than home you know you have met a man at the end of his rope. Past: Hackston family used to have it good, centuries ago that is. Hackston Pilgrim Jr was born in a factory, grew up in a factory, worked in a factory and expected to die in a factory until his father gained a huge debt to rat families of London and shortly after experienced an unfortunate accident between the rolling parts of a cardboard presser. Passing on the debt to his son. Without an echo to his name the young man fled to where men of desperation are naturally bound, to the Unterzee. It has been his haunting home ever since.

Name: Konrad Ward Gender: Male Age: 31 Apperance: Standing a fine 5 feet 10 inches tall. Profession: Zee-Captain, has worked his way up from the bottom, from Cabin boy to ships hand, able zailor, and tried his hand at Gunnery and Engine tending. And now, stands at the helm. Ambition: Become one of the Greatest, Most Remembered, and most Storied Explorers in all of the Unterzee. Watch as his name is spoken of in awe and listen of the stories told of him. Past: Long ago in a time that's beginning to feel like a dream to the man. Well he was just a wee mite, when London was taken. He came down with the city. His parents and older sister with it. They recovered. And they made a living in the deep dark. But their family couldn't survive as they were now. So when he was old enough by his eyes, he fled. He didn't look back when his mother screamed for him to return. He stowed away on a ship that sailed out onto the Zee. The First Mate almost threw him overboard when they found him. But the Captain stopped him. They had need of another pair of hands. So the young boy became the ships Cabin Boy, running errands about the ship that could fit into his little hands. When they returned he opted to stay aboard. The crew grew to like him, and his young energy. He didn't experience the terror quite like they did. When they hove about to get a bead on an Angler Crab that bore down on them, he hung over the side of the ship to get a better look. It still scared him, but not in the same way. As he got older, he followed the old captain, who died at zee. The First Mate, the new Captain, kept him on, by then Konrad was old enough to man the railing and guns like the rest. He survived the sinking of that boat, and with barely a handful of zailors made it back to London, where he signed on with another ship. Working there. Long did he roam the zees. And worked his way up. Captains and Crew welcomed his exuberance. His keen eye, and jokes and tales of adventure. Before long, the Captain he signed on with retired, one of a few who managed it. And the ship was passed on to Howard. The crew voting him Captain. The First Mate agreeing. They now pull out on their first major voyage together, with new and old faces. A new Captain's maiden voyage. Onto the Dark Zee.

There is always room for more people to join either now or later. It doesn't matter. The Zee is always here.

I will make an IC post within the next little bit.