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By the way, if anyone wants to make a crewmember or first mate for the Wandering Blade and join me on adventures of piracy, mercenary-work and occasionally maybe intrigue, I wouldn't mind a bit.
I. Am. In!
Potential interest.
Horatio stopped in his tracks as he was about to round another corner, having caught something at the edges of his vision. He peeked around swiftly and saw a sight that cancelled out any narration going on in his head immediately.
What are two girls doing out here at night alone? They don't look like Doll Hunters. That's..really dangerous! I have to get them to go home before they get attacked by a Puppeteer!
Horatio stepped out into plain sight of the two girls, one of whom seemed to be even younger than him. He had actually temporarily forgotten he was still wearing a concealing hooded cloak or anything remotely suspicious, his primary concern being making sure these girls were safe. He put on his most flat, serious hunter-voice to disguise the fact that he was a small pre-teen under the cloak, hopefully.
"What are you doing out at night? There are dangerous things that go on in the city after dark, and good kids should be at home so they don't get hurt.."
What are two girls doing out here at night alone? They don't look like Doll Hunters. That's..really dangerous! I have to get them to go home before they get attacked by a Puppeteer!
Horatio stepped out into plain sight of the two girls, one of whom seemed to be even younger than him. He had actually temporarily forgotten he was still wearing a concealing hooded cloak or anything remotely suspicious, his primary concern being making sure these girls were safe. He put on his most flat, serious hunter-voice to disguise the fact that he was a small pre-teen under the cloak, hopefully.
"What are you doing out at night? There are dangerous things that go on in the city after dark, and good kids should be at home so they don't get hurt.."
Sorry, but I guess I don't have any workable ideas for this, so I'll have to withdraw.
a lot of people here write in the third person past-tense.
Name: Hei Ganglong
Age: 12
Gender: Male
Appearance: sort of like this?
Belongings: a pointy, slightly wavy black metal pendant with his name sliced into it.
Martial Art Style: Dark Storm Style: A martial arts style designed mainly for assassinations. It relies on mobility, stealth and high-speed, supernaturally damaging techniques to strike down opponents before they can react or else wear down or overwhelm their defenses and break them if that can't be accomplished. It has no true stances and no defensive forms, preferring to rely on movement, evasion and constant striking in fast, accurate bursts to blocking. The closest thing it has to forms are a mix of two identifiable aspects. The first is the use of hard-power strikes to break and overwhelm opponents in a manner similar to Leopard Fist, called 'Thunderclap-Fist'. The second is the use of accurate and piercing soft-power attacks on weak-spots, joints and pressure points, to debilitate or kill opponents, called 'Lightning-bolt Fist'. It possesses only one weapon-form, making use of flexible weapons like chains, meteor hammers and the like for unpredictable assaults: The Heaven Reaper-form. Hei seems to have aspects of the style practically hard-wired into his muscle memory, although he has no idea about the true nature of the style, nor can he use it's full abilities.
Chi Abilities: Hei mainly uses his chi to enhance his movement speed and acrobatic abilities. Although he has at least once demonstrated the ability to generate and direct electricity using his Chi in order to shock an opponent, a hallmark of Dark Storm Style, he has no idea how he did so or how to do it again.
Personality: Hei has no memory of his past before a few years ago when he found himself lost just outside the temple, but he's found that he likes life there. He's easygoing and tries his best to get along with everyone else, accepting his role as a very junior student in exchange for trying to live an otherwise happy and carefree life. He enjoys fighting perhaps a little too much, and a good fight is just about the only time he'll get fired up, although he keeps his friendly demeanor even then. Mostly he just wants to live as happy a life as he can, only occasionally wondering about his past.
Age: 12
Gender: Male
Appearance: sort of like this?
Belongings: a pointy, slightly wavy black metal pendant with his name sliced into it.
Martial Art Style: Dark Storm Style: A martial arts style designed mainly for assassinations. It relies on mobility, stealth and high-speed, supernaturally damaging techniques to strike down opponents before they can react or else wear down or overwhelm their defenses and break them if that can't be accomplished. It has no true stances and no defensive forms, preferring to rely on movement, evasion and constant striking in fast, accurate bursts to blocking. The closest thing it has to forms are a mix of two identifiable aspects. The first is the use of hard-power strikes to break and overwhelm opponents in a manner similar to Leopard Fist, called 'Thunderclap-Fist'. The second is the use of accurate and piercing soft-power attacks on weak-spots, joints and pressure points, to debilitate or kill opponents, called 'Lightning-bolt Fist'. It possesses only one weapon-form, making use of flexible weapons like chains, meteor hammers and the like for unpredictable assaults: The Heaven Reaper-form. Hei seems to have aspects of the style practically hard-wired into his muscle memory, although he has no idea about the true nature of the style, nor can he use it's full abilities.
Chi Abilities: Hei mainly uses his chi to enhance his movement speed and acrobatic abilities. Although he has at least once demonstrated the ability to generate and direct electricity using his Chi in order to shock an opponent, a hallmark of Dark Storm Style, he has no idea how he did so or how to do it again.
Personality: Hei has no memory of his past before a few years ago when he found himself lost just outside the temple, but he's found that he likes life there. He's easygoing and tries his best to get along with everyone else, accepting his role as a very junior student in exchange for trying to live an otherwise happy and carefree life. He enjoys fighting perhaps a little too much, and a good fight is just about the only time he'll get fired up, although he keeps his friendly demeanor even then. Mostly he just wants to live as happy a life as he can, only occasionally wondering about his past.
Name: Sind gwa Bad, son of the sea (actual name Amir Sand gwa Nayram) A.K.A. Sindbad.
Age: 25
Appearance: Sind is the type of personal who's immediately noticable even from a distance. He usually dyes his long hair a vibrant purple through the use of highly expensive water-proofed pigments and he's consistently covered with bracelets, bracers, necklaces, rings and other assorted bits of jewelry and bling. He'll also often wear the traditional hooded 'burnoose' of Matar, although typically one with far too many swirling designs and cloak-tassels and far too rich a fabric to be practical. He wears an eyepatch over his left eye as well. underneath these odd excesses, Sind is a slim but muscular man tanned and hardened from endless days in the sun and aboard the decks of ships, his back and body crisscrossed with scars.
Personality: Sind generally projects an air of being larger than life, an utter peacock of a man who's a little too friendly to the world in general and whose appetite for parties, luxury and debauchery is exceeded only by his love for risk and adventure. He's the type to try to exchange pleasantries and banter with someone even if they call him lowborn pirate scum, and a firm believer in there being no problem that can't be solved with the right amount of alcohol. Sind himself naturally insists that he's not a pirate of any sort, merely a merchant and occasional mercenary who pursues 'aggressive business strategies and high risk ventures'.
Underneath the vain, friendly and hedonistic exterior lies the shrewd, complex and surprisingly noble mind of Sand gwa Nayram, adopted fourth son of the Sultan of Matar. He uses the mask of the foolish and hedonistic pirate Sindbad to hide his competence as a merchant, scholar and warrior, though if discovered or questioned he'll admit that he enjoys the role and isn't sure how much of it is an act.Growing up in the courts of Matar gave him all the benefits of a prince's life, and when his guise is dropped he's a courtly, restrained and keen individual with a nose for intrigue that comes naturally from growing up with three powerful elder brothers who all saw him as an upstart. His vain and highly recognizable appearance means all it takes for him to become invisible is a solvent for his hair dye and a quick change of clothes,the parties and revels are as much sources of information as entertainment, since few people can hold tight to their secrets after a few dozen rounds of drinks, and in the business of 're-selling goods', having friends and information everywhere is invaluable and having blackmail is better still.
While he is a pirate, a smuggler and a mercenary Sand hates slavery with a passion, sells his goods cheap both to undercut his competition and to help the poorer elements, treats his crew like a second family provided they don't try and usurp him, and only works for causes or people he likes even when doing otherwise would be more profitable. He's also an avid chronicler and explorer when he can be, taking advantage of sailing in order to write notes and journals on all the places he's been to and all of the cultures, people, and notable events he encounters.
Biography: Sand was born a lowly orphan in the capital of Matar, turning to thievery to survive, and barely being good enough at it to do that much. His fortunes only changed when he was desperate enough to pickpocket one of the guards in the Sultan's retinue as it passed by one day and was brought before the Sultan himself to be judged. Rather than punishing the boy, the Sultan was moved by Sand's pathetic state and adopted him, raising him with every advantage and kindness afforded to a son of his own house. His elder brothers welcomed and cared for him at first, but unfortunately after their father died they eventually came to see him as an upstart parasite taking that which he wasn't born to have, especially after the Sultan's will gifted him a sizable sum of money from his personal treasury. Many often subtle attempts on his life began soon afterward.
The instinct he'd developed on the streets and the training he'd received since made him harder to kill than anticipated and over the years he proved resillient, but rather than attempting to get his brothers killed or punished in return once he finally figured out who was behind the many threats he faced and risk causing both familial and political upheaval, he set out to sea under an assumed name to travel far from the shores of Matar.
Before his first journey could even really begin, the ship he traveled aboard was attacked by pirates from the notorious crew of the Wandering Blade and they, recognizing his wealthy appearance and more importantly his hidden stash of money, kidnapped him in hopes of extracting a hefty ransom. When he finally explained that he had effectively been disowned they were obviously quite disappointed, and wanting both to torment him and to get further use out of him they forced him to work as their cabin boy and powder monkey. Luckily, the captain and crew he was forced to serve found his princely education useful and he made himself indispensable over the years, to the point where once he was older and the previous captain died, he was elected the new captain of the ship in accordance with the Wandering Blade's charters. At this point the young Captain gained a lofty ambition: Since he'd been denied his place in the Sultanate of his land, he would become Sultan of the Seas, a goal he's subtly pursued ever since.
Age: 25
Appearance: Sind is the type of personal who's immediately noticable even from a distance. He usually dyes his long hair a vibrant purple through the use of highly expensive water-proofed pigments and he's consistently covered with bracelets, bracers, necklaces, rings and other assorted bits of jewelry and bling. He'll also often wear the traditional hooded 'burnoose' of Matar, although typically one with far too many swirling designs and cloak-tassels and far too rich a fabric to be practical. He wears an eyepatch over his left eye as well. underneath these odd excesses, Sind is a slim but muscular man tanned and hardened from endless days in the sun and aboard the decks of ships, his back and body crisscrossed with scars.
Personality: Sind generally projects an air of being larger than life, an utter peacock of a man who's a little too friendly to the world in general and whose appetite for parties, luxury and debauchery is exceeded only by his love for risk and adventure. He's the type to try to exchange pleasantries and banter with someone even if they call him lowborn pirate scum, and a firm believer in there being no problem that can't be solved with the right amount of alcohol. Sind himself naturally insists that he's not a pirate of any sort, merely a merchant and occasional mercenary who pursues 'aggressive business strategies and high risk ventures'.
Underneath the vain, friendly and hedonistic exterior lies the shrewd, complex and surprisingly noble mind of Sand gwa Nayram, adopted fourth son of the Sultan of Matar. He uses the mask of the foolish and hedonistic pirate Sindbad to hide his competence as a merchant, scholar and warrior, though if discovered or questioned he'll admit that he enjoys the role and isn't sure how much of it is an act.Growing up in the courts of Matar gave him all the benefits of a prince's life, and when his guise is dropped he's a courtly, restrained and keen individual with a nose for intrigue that comes naturally from growing up with three powerful elder brothers who all saw him as an upstart. His vain and highly recognizable appearance means all it takes for him to become invisible is a solvent for his hair dye and a quick change of clothes,the parties and revels are as much sources of information as entertainment, since few people can hold tight to their secrets after a few dozen rounds of drinks, and in the business of 're-selling goods', having friends and information everywhere is invaluable and having blackmail is better still.
While he is a pirate, a smuggler and a mercenary Sand hates slavery with a passion, sells his goods cheap both to undercut his competition and to help the poorer elements, treats his crew like a second family provided they don't try and usurp him, and only works for causes or people he likes even when doing otherwise would be more profitable. He's also an avid chronicler and explorer when he can be, taking advantage of sailing in order to write notes and journals on all the places he's been to and all of the cultures, people, and notable events he encounters.
Biography: Sand was born a lowly orphan in the capital of Matar, turning to thievery to survive, and barely being good enough at it to do that much. His fortunes only changed when he was desperate enough to pickpocket one of the guards in the Sultan's retinue as it passed by one day and was brought before the Sultan himself to be judged. Rather than punishing the boy, the Sultan was moved by Sand's pathetic state and adopted him, raising him with every advantage and kindness afforded to a son of his own house. His elder brothers welcomed and cared for him at first, but unfortunately after their father died they eventually came to see him as an upstart parasite taking that which he wasn't born to have, especially after the Sultan's will gifted him a sizable sum of money from his personal treasury. Many often subtle attempts on his life began soon afterward.
The instinct he'd developed on the streets and the training he'd received since made him harder to kill than anticipated and over the years he proved resillient, but rather than attempting to get his brothers killed or punished in return once he finally figured out who was behind the many threats he faced and risk causing both familial and political upheaval, he set out to sea under an assumed name to travel far from the shores of Matar.
Before his first journey could even really begin, the ship he traveled aboard was attacked by pirates from the notorious crew of the Wandering Blade and they, recognizing his wealthy appearance and more importantly his hidden stash of money, kidnapped him in hopes of extracting a hefty ransom. When he finally explained that he had effectively been disowned they were obviously quite disappointed, and wanting both to torment him and to get further use out of him they forced him to work as their cabin boy and powder monkey. Luckily, the captain and crew he was forced to serve found his princely education useful and he made himself indispensable over the years, to the point where once he was older and the previous captain died, he was elected the new captain of the ship in accordance with the Wandering Blade's charters. At this point the young Captain gained a lofty ambition: Since he'd been denied his place in the Sultanate of his land, he would become Sultan of the Seas, a goal he's subtly pursued ever since.
I'm in! Still super-interested in making my totally-not-a-pirate from Matar!
ALL OF THE INTEREST!
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