[hider=Korr Alistar][hider=Everyone needs a good theme song!][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aWtihz2U6UQ[/youtube][/hider] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/P4T8KCw.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/874oKPk.png[/img] [/center] [hr] [center][h1][color=9e0b0f]Overall Appearance[/color][/h1][/center] [hr] [center][h2]Race:[/h2] Human [h2]Age:[/h2] 18 [h2]Gender:[/h2] Male [h2]Appearance:[/h2] Korr is a tall, dark-skinned, sharpshooter who is the breathing definition of pirate. He stands at a staggering 6'4" and lives with a large muscular build with broad shoulder and a wide stance. He keeps his black hair at a short length and will always rather keep it unkempt. His eyes are a bright jade green and tilt in an almond shape. Over one of his eyes, he has a bright red scar he'd rather not talk about. His face is always cleanly shaven, but will sometimes get to 5 o'clock shadow lengths. Being of pirate descent, Korr often wears expensive, luxurious earrings and often changes them out. Most commonly for his choice of clothing, he will pick clothes that are baggy and while he will never admit it, incredibly wrinkled. Most times he wears an open buttoned vest underneath a heavy jacket. Often he wears two holsters at his waist containing his flintlock pistols (when time proves right). He has a charming and iconic smile that reeks of smug attitude. [h2]Class:[/h2] Sharpshooter[/center] [hr] [h1][center][color=9e0b0f]Personality[/color][/center][/h1] [hr] [center][h2]Personality:[/h2][/center] [center]Korr is, often times referred to as a loud and outgoing boisterous man, which is a primary result of being born to pirate-hood, however, he is seen to show quiet tendencies in lonesome or with a single person. He is also shown to be quiet and respectful to those he considers superiors. He is very socially active and likes to pretend everyone is his friend, even if they aren't. He can be crude at times, often making the wrong decision or saying the wrong things. Korr is also known to be a partier, often attending social events and get togethers as often as possible. Along with his social abilities, Korr is also incredibly sharp and cunning, able to transform situations with quick thinking. He is shown to have excellent skill in most ranged weapons, though being gifted his signature dual flintlocks, he specializes in firearms. He likes to compete with others, being of a stronger and taller stature. Games are also a big part of Korr's personality: if something isn't fun or challenging to him, he'll be more than likely to quit, and as a result will often enjoy subjects and lessons that are outside of his experience. Recently he has noticed he is in possession of natural fire magic, though he is very inexperienced with his newfound gift. During his time at Hoseforn's, he hopes to hone his fire magic as a part of his combat routine, while also gaining further expertise with his ranged weaponry. [/center] [hr] [color=9e0b0f][center][h1]Feats[/h1][/center][/color] [hr] [center][h2]Strengths:[/h2][/center] - Natural strength: Korr is naturally stronger and possesses more stamina than the average person. - Egotistic: Is incredibly confident in his abilities, which helps him feel empowered. - Social skills: Can talk to people for hours and can converse with others easily. Is also incredibly skilled in negotiation tactics. - Cheap tactics: Will often make use of dirty handed maneuvers and cheap tricks to get the upper hand in difficult situations. - Cunning: Is incredibly sharp-witted, though that does not directly equal intelligence. - Pyromancy: Is able to conjure basic fire spells [center][h2]Weaknesses:[/h2][/center] - Deceitful: Korr will tend to use people for his personal benefit, most times without realizing it. - Beginner pyromancer: Can ineffectively and sometimes dangerously create spells of fire. - Bad Motives: A majority of Korr's actions have ulterior motives. - Trauma: Korr has a lot of things he'd rather not talk about. - Pirate: Or maybe a strength. Depends on how you see the pirates of Ealinata. [hr] [center][h1][color=9e0b0f]Bio[/color][/h1][/center] [hr] [center][h2]Biography:[/h2][/center] Supposedly born into a brotherhood of pirates, Korr has never known who his biological parents were. Ever since he had the mind to rub thoughts together in, he believed that his crew was a large family with their captain being the big man. Korr wish he had known the truth that he was abandoned at birth, given to a crew of pirates for some unknown reason, because after he became capable to think for himself, his entire life has been a living hell. Not only was his captain, the tall orcish halfling he considered his father a complete asshole, but was also deliberately responsible for Korr's scar on his eye and everywhere else. There was no apology to be found and every time Korr thinks about it, he spirals into a manic episode that does not line with his personality, not to mention the sights he had seen on the sea and the horrific way the fellow "crewmates" he was forced to see as family members were nothing but cruel to him. His life was awful and he was forced to believe their way of life was the best just because they were free spirits. Korr certainly didn't feel free. On his 15th birthday, he was gifted dual flintlocks embroidered in gold. It was clear they were stolen from some weapon-smith in the dwarven mountains, probably by the crew on one of their many pillages, however being raised as a brutish pirate for nearly 12 years had devoured him of any care, they were a gift and even if his "family" was awful, he cherished them. After his many years of training, most of the cruel treatment ceased and he suddenly began being seen as a "member of the crew" after proving his skills with the weapons he was gifted. Sure, he branched out and tried other ranged weapons, but always found himself sticking to his pistols than any bow or musket. It was no surprise he found himself at first mate by the time he turned 16, yet many of the crew still viewed him as a child. ... A conspiracy. Rumors passed through the seas that the Order of Magus threatened to eliminate the pirates of the sea one by one. Whether or not these claims were true was completely unknown to Korr, but it concerned the likes of him and the rest of the crew equally as much. Despite his lack of knowledge on the subject, however, he was still called to a meeting to discuss the well-being of the crew with this information in the air. [color=9e0b0f][i]Perks of being first mate...[/i][/color] he guessed to himself. Just on the cusp of turning 18 none-the-less. As the large ship was commandeered through the blue oceans of Ealinata, the meeting was already underway in the belly of the ship. As barrels gently rocked back and forth, Korr had caught himself in the middle of a dispute between his "underlings", their captain's patience thinning. "Well, what ideas do you have, orc-brain?" One of the elven members shouted at an orcish man who had recently proclaimed there had to be something they could do. "The entire magus order is filled with mages across the entire bloody continent and the only person in this crew who can do a lick of magic can only light a cigar!" The elf gestured to Korr, who sat silently picking at his teeth. "Well, fer one, we could outnumber em-" The orc started before quickly getting interrupted again by the elf. "Who? Us? Our crew of 15 against an entire ARMY of magicians?" The orc interjected again. "We could call one of er allies! We've met enuff people to surely have someone stand by us!" The elf sighed in irritation at the idea. "From who? Those who fall under the red flag? Those murderers would rather kill everyone, us included, just to get a pinch of a prize." Back to the drawing board the Orc thought again for a moment. "What about the-" Again, the very crude mouth elf cut off the orc. "Listen to me closely Magnus, there is NOBODY who will help us. We are an outcast group of pirates who aren't even recognized by the Lords! How the hell are we gonna get the help, let alone attention of any other pirate out there who isn't in our circle!" "Well, I'd like to hear you give some ideas, [i]elf.[/i]" Magnus growled at the significantly shorter pirate who immediately bit back "I've said it already, there is NOTHING we can do! If the Magus does plan to wipe us out, all we can do is stand our ground and hope they give up!" "Like I'm gunna let some little puny magie punks take awah' mah freedom!" The orc disputed. "Gods, is all you damn orcs think about is your damn honor?" Crossing his arms, the elf tucked his hair behind his ear. The orc named Magnus, now upset, slammed his fist on the table. The captain turned his head towards the loud noise the crewmate had made. "I'm just about damn tired of yer damn mouth, elf." Magnus hissed at the nameless elf who puffed his chest as he stood at the table. "And what? Gonna go on a rampage like the ugly beast you are?" Curling his lip, the orc unleashed a verbal whiplash at the bad mouthed elf who, in return shouted back at Magnus. The two quickly entered a standoff of violent shouting at one another. The captain, who had already grown impatient from the whole ordeal, tapped his foot, looking to the silent human crewmember who participated the meeting who simply shrugged. Grumbling underneath his breath, the captain stood from his seat as his deep-brutish voice bellowed from his within his throat. "Enough!" All four of the meeting members went completely silent as each of them turned their heads to their shouting captain. As if they were all scared or in big trouble, they nervously watched as he approached both of the arguing nincompoops who slung insults at one another. He pointed to the man who was of his own kin first. "Magnus, Elari has a point. There is no way we can synchronize with the other flags. Our reputation has been shot." Elari snickered quietly to himself before the captain could turn. "Sorry, Captain Ornn." The orc said quietly. "And you!" Ornn's head whipped towards the laughing Elari who stopped laughing as soon as his attention was caught. "You keep your damn mouth shut before the Magus have a less important matter to worry about." The threat held so much malice, as Elari had been an escapee from a magical imprisonment. He never revealed why. "Y-yes sir." He said simply as the captain sat back down in his seat, then gestured for the rest to sit down as well. Korr rubbed his eye as the situation deescalated and returned to business as usual in the meeting. They all sat silent for a moment before Magnus spoke again after clearing his throat. "Enyone else av' an idea?" Magnus spoke as Korr crossed his arms as they sat in silence in the room for a moment. [color=9e0b0f]"Well, considering nobody here is able to rub two braincells together, I bring a proposition:"[/color] As Korr spoke, the attention of the crew turned to him. He stood from the rounded table, trying to uphold some form of a presence in the hold of the underbelly. [color=9e0b0f]"An infiltration."[/color] The smile on his face was cunning and sly, as he was the only one who held any part of an idea in the room. He stepped back to his chair, not yet seating himself as chit-chat about the idea bustled about the room. "It ain't a bad idea..." Said Magnus under his breath. "Yes, while on the outside it sounds like an amazing idea, what exactly is your idea, first-mate Korr?" asked the elf Elari. Korr shook his head at the elven pirate. [color=9e0b0f]"It's just Korr. Hm... Not entirely sure on that front, although, wouldn't it be easy to y'know..."[/color] He'd make a gesture to his throat, slicing his finger across, a message known widely. [color=9e0b0f]"Kill a magus and take their garbs and identity?..."[/color] He said, a slight tinge of concern lumped in his throat. Sure he was a pirate, but he always made it his priority to never kill another human being, but with the lively-hood of his crew at stake, it was all he could think of. "That's a good plan boyo!" Captain Ornn slapped his first-mate's back merrily, surprised by the idea. "Except one minor thing." He raised a finger, than gestured Korr back to his chair. [color=9e0b0f]"What's that, Captain Ornn?"[/color] Korr asked, lowering himself into his seat. "If we get more blood on our hands, that's only more reason for them to come after us." There was a moment of silence in the room. What the captain had said was one hundred percent true. There's no doubt they wouldn't notice a pirate in the garbs of a master magician, especially since the only person who could use a single lick of magic was a novice pyromancer. The room stilled with silence until Elari broke the mold. "Isn't there that magic school that takes novice adventurer's under their wing? I'm pretty sure the Magus recruits kids from that school." As he said this the room turned to him. The plan was smart, but that meant... "Well. There's only one kid on this entire side of the ocean and he just so happens to know some magic." Elari further elaborated. He clicked his tongue at the young pirate. As his anxiety rose, so did his crew's expectations of him. He could say no, but with a chance of jeopardizing their lives. All eyes in the room were now dead set staring at him. He didn't have a choice. Swallowing the pain in his throat from the rising tension in the room, Korr nodded silently to the small gathering and was met with a swarm of praise and huzzahs alike. Ornn crossed the room to pat the boy on his back before speaking. "I knew bringing this bastard with our crew was a good idea! What'd I tell you Magnus? Now the boy's bout to make a living for us!" Korr didn't particularly care about helping his crew, but what scared him the most was having to act normal around a bunch of landies. Didn't necessarily mean he had to pretend to not be a pirate, but this whole scheme would have to stay under wraps at all times. ... Two years later, a bag of supplies, an acceptance letter, and two flintlock pistols were all the Korr took with him as the crew made a stop in a nearby town dropping him off. He was to fend for himself while also making headway to the school of Hoseforn Academy, where he would begin his "inside job" to dismantle the magus for the cause of the seas. For the two years he had prepared, he and his captain had gone over strict plans and guidelines of what he would do and for two years, he learned how to hide his emotions. There was no other way. This was his mission and there was no room for mess-ups.[/hider]