Crimson Paladin

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Giraud- The Lisette

Aboard the Lisette, Giraud carefully applied a weathered Fumigus blowtorch to the ship's corroded guardrail, bathing the metal in flame. The Lisette was always a demanding one, and it was a constant task to keep her in proper shape. It was worth it, however- answering her constant demands was well rewarded, for she was an excellent fishing vessel capable of bringing in all manner of beasts that prowl the coast on legs or fins. To maintain such a fine ship was a labor of love.

That wasn't to say, however, that it wasn't unpleasant. Giraud had made a point to do this repair work while sober, as to not risk causing any harm to the Lisette, and these repairs were taking longer than he had anticipated. Right now, he just wanted to be done with it so he could slink back in his captain's chair with the bottle of whiskey hanging on his belt.

Suddenly, the monotony of the repairs was broken by the sounds of gunfire and yelling coming from the town. Probably another raider attack, he thought to himself as he lifted his welding mask and looked up at the town. He was about to go back to repairs when he saw it. A small Deathclaw, a juvenile from the look of it, attempting to claw its way into one of the houses nearest to the docks.

"Well I'll be," he said, throwing off his welding mask and reaching for his shotgun. No, that's no good, it's too far away, and it doesn't want to come over here. He might be able to injure it, but not kill it, and it was unclear if it'd abandon its current quarry even if it was tickled with buckshot.

Hmm, if it doesn't want to come over here, maybe I ought to make it, he thought, formulating a most unorthodox plan. He put on his hat and hobbled over to the ship's harpoon gun as fast as his bad leg would let him. First, he pulled both triggers at the line holding the ship to the dock, messily severing it. He then tossed the now-unloaded gun down, quickly knotted the line to a harpoon, loaded the weapon, and lastly, took a swig of whiskey.

Let's see how you like being hunted, you overgrown iguana," he said as he took aim. A moment later, he pulled the trigger. The barbed projectile flew through the air and struck the beast, embedding itself in its back. Without looking to see how the beast reacted, Giraud limped to the bridge (if it could even be called that) and engaged the throttle in reverse. The engine sprung to life, sputtering out black smoke, and the ship pulled out of the docks, briefly jerking when the line went taut as the Deathclaw resisted. Once there was clearance, Giraud flipped the throttle forward and spun the steering wheel to starboard. The Lisette responded and made its way away from the docks. It struggled momentarily with its harpooned quarry, but overpowered the beast's struggle to stay on land and dragged it over the beach and into the water as it helplessly released a pained, almost pitiful cry.

They may be big stuff in their own element," he laughed to himself, "But take them out of it and they're as helpless as a whale on land."

Who's Rescuing You?

The Gang saves Crimson Paladin


This is not going to end well for me.

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Here's a draft for Giraud the boatman, as edited by Giraud himself. I'm still deliberating whether or not he should have a multi-headed mutant dog named Cerberus.

Giraud

Name: Giraud

Age: 55 51

Appearance: Giraud is a rough-looking man with a full head of gray hair, a scraggy beard, and blue eyes. He walks with a limp due to an old leg injury, using a pole hook as a cane.

Race: Caucasian

Sex: Male

Skills: Giraud is an experienced fisherman and boatman the greatest fisherman and boatman in Far Harbor, having speared and hooked everything from salmon to Mirelurk Kings Queens. He is also an adept mechanic and handyman, having kept his boat, the Lisette, running for almost thirty years having completely rebuilt his ship, the Lisette, at least three times following its destruction. He is fairly fit and hardy of constitution for his age despite his drinking habit, but an old leg injury has left him unable to move quickly or nimbly.

Personality: Friendly and lively despite his age, Giraud's fire has yet to dim. He is an opportunist, always on the lookout for finding new opportunities for profit and trade. His most notable characteristic, and the one he is most well known for in Far Harbor, however, is his penchant for telling tall tales, eagerly exaggerating and embellishing his admittedly not-unimpressive achievements telling completely true stories of the many accomplishments in his life.

Weapons & armor/clothing: Giraud wears a longshoreman's outfit and hat and carries a double-barrel shotgun and a pole hook, which also serves as a walking cane. His ship, the Lisette, is further armed with a deck-mounted harpoon gun with a motorized winch.

(Previous) Occupation(s): Once a fisherman, heartbreaker lover, and hunter, now a fisherman, boatman, and prospective trader.

Faction: Far Harbor. Sort of.

Backstory: For all his boasting, Giraud does not discuss much of his past. From his tall tales, however, the inhabitants of Far Harbor have pieced together that he was born and raised in Southwest Harbor, during a time when the fog had receded. He never married, but it is known that he loved a woman named Lisette, and has spent most of his life as a fisherman, trapper, and hunter. About ten years prior, he had an ill-fated close encounter with a Mirelurk Hunter that mangled his right leg, an injury that never properly healed and left him slow of gait, forcing him to focus less on hunting and more on fishing, where his hindered mobility is not an issue- and where his walking aid makes him even more capable.

Giraud is a man shrouded in mystery, a seasoned veteran of the land who does not divulge his past easily. And it was a Fog Crawler that mangled his leg.

I also posted it in Characters by accident, but I'll edit that post once I've gotten it finalized.

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Here's a draft for Giraud the boatman, as edited by Giraud himself. I'm still deliberating whether or not he should have a multi-headed mutant dog named Cerberus.

Giraud

Name: Giraud

Age: 55 51

Appearance: Giraud is a rough-looking man with a full head of gray hair, a scraggy beard, and blue eyes. He walks with a limp due to an old leg injury, using a pole hook as a cane.

Race: Caucasian

Sex: Male

Skills: Giraud is an experienced fisherman and boatman the greatest fisherman and boatman in Far Harbor, having speared and hooked everything from salmon to Mirelurk Kings Queens. He is also an adept mechanic and handyman, having kept his boat, the Lisette, running for almost thirty years having completely rebuilt his ship, the Lisette, at least three times following its destruction. He is fairly fit and hardy of constitution for his age despite his drinking habit, but an old leg injury has left him unable to move quickly or nimbly.

Personality: Friendly and lively despite his age, Giraud's fire has yet to dim. He is an opportunist, always on the lookout for finding new opportunities for profit and trade. His most notable characteristic, and the one he is most well known for in Far Harbor, however, is his penchant for telling tall tales, eagerly exaggerating and embellishing his admittedly not-unimpressive achievements telling completely true stories of the many accomplishments in his life.

Weapons & armor/clothing: Giraud wears a longshoreman's outfit and hat and carries a double-barrel shotgun and a pole hook, which also serves as a walking cane. His ship, the Lisette, is further armed with a deck-mounted harpoon gun with a motorized winch.

(Previous) Occupation(s): Once a fisherman, heartbreaker lover, and hunter, now a fisherman, boatman, and prospective trader.

Faction: Far Harbor. Sort of.

Backstory: For all his boasting, Giraud does not discuss much of his past. From his tall tales, however, the inhabitants of Far Harbor have pieced together that he was born and raised in Southwest Harbor, during a time when the fog had receded. He never married, but it is known that he loved a woman named Lisette, and has spent most of his life as a fisherman, trapper, and hunter. About ten years prior, he had an ill-fated close encounter with a Mirelurk Hunter that mangled his right leg, an injury that never properly healed and left him slow of gait, forcing him to focus less on hunting and more on fishing, where his hindered mobility is not an issue- and where his walking aid makes him even more capable.

Giraud is a man shrouded in mystery, a seasoned veteran of the land who does not divulge his past easily. And it was a Fog Crawler that mangled his leg.

Edit: To be finalized at a later date...

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

Fleuri Jodeau

Fleuri was hoping for a bit more, but Tyaethe's advice had merit. If he developed combat synergy with Klaus, they could be far deadlier than they could hope to be alone, allowing them to perhaps prevail over foes that one of them could not hope to defeat. He was unsure of the younger knight's thoughts on it, or how much she would be taking Tyaethe's words to heart- already she was rushing to the dining hall, leaving her armor behind in an untidy mess.

Quite disorganized, that one, Fleuri observed, shaking his head. He returned his training sword to the weapon rack and headed inside, to begin the day with the rest of the Order.

He did not eat much at the table, his mind too busy thinking about the sparring match to notice his hunger. To his surprise, Klaus also had trouble finishing her meal- the usually gluttonous knight had fallen asleep at the table before finishing breakfast. It would seem the sparring match had been a bit more taxing on her than he had previously assumed. Fleuri offhandedly nudged her with an armored elbow in hopes of waking her up.

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

My lousy posting habits seem to have driven Tundrafrog away. Dang, I liked the CoA storyline that was going on.

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

Fleuri Jodeau

With Tyaethe's blow having struck Klaus, the sparring match was over, with the expected outcome. He looked down, too shamed to look either Tyaethe or Klaus in the eye.

"What would you have us do, then, Sir Tyaethe? he asked, raising his visor and looking up at the immortal paladin. "How might we better ourselves to become worthy of our titles? By what standard would you desire us to live up to?"

This had been a humbling experience. Defeat was not new to Fleuri, but before, he could always take heart with the knowledge that his foes were human, just like him. What stuck with him this time, however, was the realization of how disadvantaged he really was compared to the sort of supernatural beings that the Iron Roses may be expected to oppose. There were others like Tyaethe out there, supernatural beings unrestrained by the physical and temporal limitations of human mortality, and he was completely unqualified to protect Thaln from them. He knew only how to fight men, not supernatural beings and monsters.

Fleuri felt a pang of regret over having not become a Reonite paladin. While some among their numbers may place too much faith in the fallacious idea of a "fair fight", they at least knew how to combat supernatural threats.

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

I slightly modified my last post to better suit the flow of combat, since Fleuri has no time to give an apology in the middle of Klaus' ill-fated attack.