[HIDER=Prince of Rats] [INDENT][COLOR=SLATEGRAY][CENTER][sup][h1][center][img]Banner[/img][/center][b][center][color=black] The Prince of Rats[/color] [color=lightgray]The Prince of Rats[/color][/center] [/b][/h1][/sup] [color=silver][sup][i]"Keep your powder wet and your cock dry. Wait, no-"[/i][/sup][/color][/CENTER][table][row][/row][row][cell][center][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T[/color] [color=lightgray]C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T[/color] [/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][sup]_________________________________________________________[/sup][img]https://i.pinimg.com/736x/27/7c/79/277c79d6c04bc4689fbe2625486c7366.jpg[/img] [sup]_________________________________________________________[/sup][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y[/color] [color=lightgray]C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][sup]_________________________________________________________[/sup] [sub][COLOR=darkgray]Neil Bartholemew Edwards[/COLOR] [sup]_________________________________________________________[/sup] [COLOR=darkgray]24[/COLOR] [b]|[/b] [COLOR=darkgray]Let's not get into it.[/COLOR] [sup]_________________________________________________________[/sup] [COLOR=darkgray]Freebooters[/COLOR] [b]|[/b] [COLOR=darkgray]Albion[/COLOR][/sub][/center] [indent][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] N O T A B L E A B I L I T I E S & T O O L S[/color] [color=lightgray]N O T A B L E A B I L I T I E S & T O O L S[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][sup]_________________________________________________________[/sup] [INDENT][hider=][color=#2e2c2c]-[/color] [indent][sub][b][color=lightgray] A B I L I T I E S[/color][/b][/sub] [sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ [COLOR=darkgray][color=lightgray][b]◼ Gunnery[/b][/color] Neil knows how to maintain, aim, and fire a cannon. He can handle the creation and distribution of armaments.[/color] [COLOR=darkgray][color=lightgray][b]◼ Back Alley Experience[/b][/color] Neil knows how to find people and things other's shouldn't. He knows how to speak to smugglers, murderers, and pirates and finagle information or unscrupulous dealings.[/color] [COLOR=darkgray][color=lightgray][b]◼ Courage[/b][/color] Neil has very little self preservation. He believes he is protected by something, and even when that feeling wavers, what's life without a little risk?[/color] [/sup] [color=#2e2c2c]-[/color][/indent] [indent][sub][b][color=lightgray] T O O L (S)[/color][/b][/sub] [sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ [COLOR=darkgray][color=lightgray][b]◼ Backsword[/b][/color] Half basket-hilt, consisting of four longitudinal knuckle-guards extending from the bun shaped pommel, complete with extended tang button. The spaces between the guards are filled by large S shaped brass wiring. The grip is covered in fish-skin and secured with the twisted brass wire. The blade it double fullered, cut and thrust with a false edge at the tip.[/color] [COLOR=darkgray][color=lightgray][b]◼ Brace O' Pistols[/b][/color] Twin Vallé D'Or officer's pistols, each round barreled with narrow top rib & moulded breech, bevelled edge stepped ‘Banana’ lockplate with bevelled pan, swan necked cock. Walnut full stock moulded around the barrel tang, lock & ramrod channel. Steel mounts comprising foliate sideplate, escutcheon, long spurred pommel with domed butt cap, trigger guard with cone shaped finial, turned baluster ramrod pipes, later horn tipped wooden ramrod. [/color] [COLOR=darkgray][color=lightgray][b]◼ Rope and Hook[/b][/color] No good thief is without fifty feet of rope and a good hook to use. Neil found it's solid to have in boarding actions and sieges as well.[/color] [COLOR=darkgray][color=lightgray][b]◼ Seal of Anderton[/b][/color] An amulet of immeasurable worth. His lost love gave it to him to remember her by. Neil didn't know what it was, but when he found out, no wonder her father was pissed...[/color] [/sup] [color=#2e2c2c]-[/color][/indent][/hider][/INDENT][indent][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] N O T A B L E S K I L L S & T A L E N T S[/color] [color=lightgray]N O T A B L E S K I L L S & T A L E N T S[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][sup]_________________________________________________________[/sup] [INDENT][hider=][color=#2e2c2c]-[/color] [indent][sub][b][color=lightgray] S K I L L (S)[/color][/b][/sub] [sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ [COLOR=darkgray][color=lightgray][b]◼ Pistolier[/b][/color] Neil is an exceptional shot, with both pistols and rifles. However, he's far more used to pistols.[/color] [COLOR=darkgray][color=lightgray][b]◼ Sailing[/b][/color] He's been sailing for long enough to know which rope is what, who should be where, and how to get through a squall.[/color] [COLOR=darkgray][color=lightgray][b]◼ Bladesman[/b][/color] Neil is gifted with a long knife, though his swordsmanship is nothing to celebrate. He can handle himself well enough, but if he faces a proper duelist, he'll have to fight dirty. Luckily...[/color] [COLOR=darkgray][color=lightgray][b]◼ Dirty Fighting & Fisticuffs[/b][/color] Neil is fair in a scrap, and he's good at utilizing his wit and environment to his advantage.[/color] [/sup] [color=#2e2c2c]-[/color][/indent] [indent][sub][b][color=lightgray] T A L E N T (S)[/color][/b][/sub] [sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ [COLOR=darkgray][color=lightgray][b]◼ Charm[/b][/color] He pisses off a lot of people from his escapades, but he wins over more with his easy smile and his casual, devil-may-care demeanor. It also helps he's got a large-[/color] [COLOR=darkgray][color=lightgray][b]◼ Alacrity[/b][/color] Neil is quick, nimble, and a capable climber. He's not a trained acrobat, however he's hard to knock off his feet or trip up. His fingers are as dexterous as the rest of him, to the detriment of full pockets and the delight of busty women.[/color] [COLOR=darkgray][color=lightgray][b]◼ Toughness[/b][/color] Neil has received more beatings than all the hanging carpets of Albion. He can give some licks, and ignore those he gets (for the most part).[/color] [/sup] [color=#2e2c2c]-[/color][/indent][/hider][/INDENT][/cell][cell][INDENT][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] T H E S T O R Y S O F A R...[/color] [color=lightgray]T H E S T O R Y S O F A R...[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][sup]________________________________________________________________________________________[/sup] [COLOR=DARKGRAY][indent]The only son of John and Mary Elizabeth Edwards, the reigning cobblers of Salt Street in the trade quarter of West Hampborough. He grew up with sisters, two older, one younger. Neil had always been expected to carry on the family business, toiling to earn an honest living. Work hard, keep your head about you, and never forget where you came from. He was quick, loved swimming, but he was short for his age. The other boys, the smaller gangs that ran the streets, called him bilge rat. He quickly got a chip on his shoulder. He went where others couldn't, stole from those others wouldn't, and was beaten more than his fair share of times. The older boys had their licks, but even the peelers kicked him around a bit. But he was a tough boy. He began to embarrass the family, but got a reputation for nimble work and an unshakeable courage. The beaks, the cacklers, the bawlers, the divers, they began to talk. Even the academy girls gave him attention, though he didn't realize he was a bit too young for those affections. Despite this, he worked hard for his family, when he wasn't muckin' about. They knew he cared for them. His late growth spurt was welcome to the local girls, but he was still lithe and agile, with a good aim. First with rocks, then with pistols. 'Barking Irons' they called it in Albion. He'd first handled a few after he'd met his first, bonified pirate. They hung around Allpenny Bumper, a riverside alehouse that catered to sailors and bargemen. Neil had never led a gang, but his reputation as a wildcard had blossomed right when his parents were losing their fortunes in the business. War and famine had begun to effect the populace, and Neil had taken to more unsavory work to keep his family afloat. His oldest sister was getting married soon, to boot. After a nasty barge theft, a few of the pirates had grown wise to Neil's operation. They started inviting him into their circles, drinking with them. At night they would take him out on the river and let him handle the pistols and swords. He was taught a few basic moves at his request, and he practiced pistols with them, shooting empty bottles out of the air, just over the brackish water. In exchange, he ran a few odd jobs for them on land, became a courier for their contacts. One night he was followed, a man pulled a knife. Neil had to defend himself. It was the first man he ever killed. Soon word reached his family. Not the killing, though they suspected. But his choice of friends. John Edwards confronted him, told him to knock off this business with his street activities. His mother's heart was breaking. Neil was given two options. Follow them to the countryside to find better opportunities, or join up with the Navy. Neil decided to take the king's honest schilling. Aye, that was much safer work. Half a year later, with basic training and drill down, he went off as a midshipmen on the privateer sloop [i]The Queen's Business[/i]. He'd never been more exhilarated, even during the down times. He found action a handful of times during the latter half of the infamous 4 year war, Albion's rising navy battling Castille and Vallé D'Or for rights to the Silver Stream searoute. He did not rise to Lieutenant, he'd disobeyed too often for that, but he was raised to Gunner for valor. Wounded after his third battle, he spent the last two months of the war on the mend, and was discharged along with the rest of the crew. They re-positioned themselves as merchantmen, and Neil kept at sea for another year until he arrived as Medicia. He'd picked up a few words from serving alongside some Medicians on his jaunt as a merchant sailor, and his contract was just about up. He'd had enough of sea life for a bit. Three years with no more than two dozen days on land, if that. He needed a vacation, and let his contract go. He began to bet his earnings, growing more accustomed to the lingo and learning the tells and tricks of the local divers. He found himself befriending a barman, an Inigo Almaste, who gave him some clues on some rumrunning and smuggling. He had just dipped his toes in that life again when he was swept up by a siren out of song. He'd never seen a woman like Camille of Anderton, and their tempestuous lovematch was as bright and titillating as cannonfire. But then she was snatched before his very eyes, and she confessed she was the princess of one of the petty kingdoms that made up Medicia. He'll never forget it, it was the first time they had professed their love, when the guards dragged them away. Neil was sent to the clinker, but he had all his buttons on. He broke out in a day, and found out from Inigo she was to be wed in a week. He spent his money on two swords, and bartered his way onto galleon bound for the New World. The day of the wedding was bright, and Neil sequestered himself in one of the closets the night before to get passed the guards, and slipped into the crowd once the festivities started. Before the vows, he tossed aside his cloak and threw Camille a blade, unsheathing his own backsword. Together they told the lord to stick it where the sun didn't shine and fought their way out of there, rushing to the docks, hand in hand. But Theus had other plans, and as Neil leaped aboard, Camille was taken out of his hands by the dockyard watchmen. She told him to go, or he would be killed. He didn't care, but the look in her eyes stopped him dead. He vowed he would come back, after finding his fortune. He would come back, not as a lone thief, but a captain. He would come back, he swore, and bloody take her back. [/indent][/COLOR] [INDENT][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S )[/color] [color=lightgray]P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S )[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][sup]________________________________________________________________________________________[/sup] [COLOR=DARKGRAY][INDENT]Neil wants the power to free his woman from her evil father and husband-to-be. He wants a fast ship and the men to follow him. [/INDENT][/COLOR][/cell][/row][/table][hr][/COLOR][/INDENT][/hider]