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The Golden age of Piracy

slip 'er the tongue!

Not an Arena, exactly...

Hahahaha... I'm pretty open, that way. If it was my choice, I would likely be an independent, like a smuggler in a light freighter, or new Republic, in an E-Wing. Just my preference.

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Danneil

After finishing for the day with the waterline, the Carp went down to the Orlop and organized the new timbers, before heading to the gun deck and replacing several boards that had been scorched from both the powder monkeys, and the pitch catching alight during the last fight. It was a constant process. New, wet, swell, shrink, leak, rot, replace. Not too much all at once, but over time, it would all get replaced. And Danneil would see to it. It was well past dark when he finally made it to the galley, ripped off a chunk of bread, and poured a dram of rum. It would be reported as allotted to him, but he was owed it, and then some. Every seaman was allotted a certain amount of rum a day, and Danneil rarely met his quota. He was too damn busy.

He went up on deck for awhile, getting the night air, feeling the ship creak and move underneath him, listening for the sounds of his world, any telltales that the ship was telling him she needed care and attention. But tonight, all was the sea, and the sounds of the crew. They weren't overjoyed -- the last raid had been a bust -- but they were afloat, they were fed, life went on. Spotting the Master Gunner at a distance, he approached with reports. "Ms. Huron, Ma'am -- I replaced two dozen planks damaged in the last action on the Gun Deck. Ship-shape and sound for now, but on the morrow I'm going to shore up a joist from below that took damage. Nothing aboard to replace it, currently." He paused, looking out over the rail. "You reckon Cap'n will accept the Black Beard's offer?"

@HyliaIncarnate

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Danneil

It was, as things went, not a terrible day. There was much to do, as they were in port, so Danneil had been off before first light with a small away team to Nassau, sourcing timbers and finished plank. They had returned with a fine assortment: fir, mahogany, sapele, and alder. Oakum, pitch. Some planking, but mostly unfinished timbers. All for a handful of coin. Danneil had tasks in mind for immediate work as soon as they returned. There was always work to do. Seawater wrecked havoc on a wooden ship. Water was insidious, and found its way in, in places all over, sometimes between, or occasionally directly through the wood that kept them safe and afloat. Even when there might appear to have been nothing to do, appearances were misleading. He had work from now until christendom, as long as the Quartermaster or the Head Mate had coin to allow the work to continue. They used the cock's block and falls to hoist the timbers to the main deck, and while two hands were making ready, Danneil set the Cradle for six paces aft from the bow, port side. He spoke severely to the two hands with him.

"I'm to be a nether hair away from the waterline for two hours. See to it she's steady, and keep the pitch and wedges comin', y'hear?" And without further fuss, and mere nods from the two crewmen that they understood, Danneil was over the side in the cradle and lowering himself to within spitting distance of the waterline. They'd really torn his boat up. Working away with pitch and wedge, he filled what he could, and patched what he couldn't, occasionally calling for plank and sizes, dowels and caulk.

A little after dark, satisfied with his work, Danneil pulled himself to the deck, and sought out the Bosun on-deck. He was soeaked to the skin with seawater and sweat, dreads tied back and hands bloody and raw. Just another day. "Edric, sir -- Port side fo'c'sle at the waterline is ship-shape. I'll remove the bracing from the hold shortly. Got us enough fir to replace those gun deck floorboards, what got the rot in 'em."

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Danneil Durduun

(pron. Dan Neil Dur Doon)
Images:
Danneil a few weeks ago
Below decks aboard the 'Storm.
Danneil at age nineteen (he's twenty-four now.)
Age: Twenty-four
Nationality: Navassa (Haitian)
Position: Ships' Carpenter
Weapons: Adze and Broadaxe ...and whatever he can get his hands on in the moment.
Bio: Born into servitude, Danneil was often at the business end of his Master, Hursk's whip in his youth, when he should have been working the fields, or picking fruit. His family had been 'seasoned' and he honestly had no idea who his birth parents were. He saw four of his adoptive 'brothers' hanged, and one burned to death (for striking a white man) by the time he was twelve. And he had it easier than some. His rebellious streak didn't stem from him being a bad seed per se, but the jobs which he was being assigned simply didn't challenge him, and more importantly, he detested abused authority -- a trait that continues to this day. There was a time when his death, either from the whip, or from the stocks, was deemed a certainty.

In his fourteenth year, Danneil stole six plantains, and some salted fish, and it was decided that he would have his hand taken as punishment, but a hired hand of Master Hursk's, named Robinson, selected Danneil to help his crew to build a new barn for their Master. He took to the work like a duck to water, applying himself in a way he had never been permitted before. He was a natural craftsman, and brought ingenuity and an innate knowledge to his craft, though the boy had never been inside a classroom. He went from strength to strength after that, rising through the ranks of Robinson's crew of builders, eventually even working on the Master's new manor house.

In his seventeeth year, Hursk's daughter, Amelia, became pregnant out of wedlock, and it was rumoured it was one of Hursk's slaves she had grown close to. Danneil had struck a friendship with Amelia, but it ended there. He knew his place. But he was blamed by Amelia's distraught mother and the girl's suitor, and none would stand with him against their wrath. He was beaten half to death, his throat slit and thrown to the Master's dogs, but miraculously managed to barely escape with his life.

After making his escape, he managed to stow away on a ship which turned out to be a merchant smuggling vessel with ties to pirates. He soon joined on his first ship (The Reprobate) and has been serving aboard the Gunpowder Storm for better than a year.

Appearance: Danneil wears his har long, and in dreads, He is muscled like an endurance runner, wiry and lean. His eyes are a rare green for his race, and he bears several distinctive markings from his life. His back is criss-crossed with the marks of no fewer than 60 whip-lashes, from various 'crimes.' He has been ritually scarred on his face and forearms, a single long cut across the bridge of his nose and under both eyes, and scarifications on both forearms, unbroken lines that lead from wrist, most of the way to the elbow, wrapping around the arm. There is a nasty scar on one side of his neck from having had his throat cut. He also sports several tattoos from ports and hidden coves the Gunpowder Storm has visited.

Traits / Notable truths:

• Illiterate
• handy in a fight, but doesn't trust pistols
• lives simple, dresses simple, doesn't desire much beyond freedom. Real freedom.

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Just updated my rough CS (on pg. 5) with a bit of Bio. happy to accept feedback before I make an official CS on the Characters Tab.

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Thinking something along the lines of:
Danneil Durduun (pron. Dan-Neil)
-Age: Twenty-four
-Nacionality: Navassa (Haitian)
-Position: Ships' Carpenter
-Weapon: Adze and Broadaxe
-Biography: Born into servitude, Danneil was often at the business end of Master Hursk's whip in his youth, when he should have been working in the fields, or picking fruit. His family had been 'seasoned' and he honestly had no idea who his birth parents were. He saw four of his adoptive 'brothers' hanged, and one burned to death (for striking a white man) by the time he was twelve. And he had it easier than some. His rebellious streak didn't stem from him being a bad seed per se, but the jobs which he was being assigned simply didn't challenge him, and he detested abused authority. There was a time when his death, either from the whip, or from the stocks, was deemed a certainty.

In his fourteenth year, Danneil stole six plantains, and some salted fish, and was slated to be executed, but a hired hand of Master Hursk's, named Robinson selected Danneil to help his crew to build a new barn for their Master. He took to the work like a duck to water, applying himself in a way he had never been permitted before. He was a natural craftsman, and brought ingenuity and an innate knowledge to his craft, though the boy had never been inside a classroom. He went from strength to strength after that, rising through the ranks of Robinson's crew of builders, eventually even working on the Master's new manor house.

In his seventeeth year, Hursk's daughter, Amelia, became pregnant out of wedlock, and it was rumoured it was one of Hursk's slaves she had grown close to. Danneil had struck a friendship with Amelia, but it ended there. He knew his place. But he was blamed by Amelia's distraught mother and the girl's suitor, and none would stand with him against their wrath. He was beaten half to death, his throat slit and thrown to the Master's dogs, but miraculously managed to barely escape with his life.

Appearance: Danneil wears his har long, and in dreads, He is muscled like an endurance runner, wiry and lean. His eyes are a rare green for his race, and he bears several distinctive markings from his life. His back is criss-crossed with the marks of no fewer than 60 whip-lashes, from various 'crimes.' He has been ritually scarred on his face and forearms, a single long cut across the bridge of his nose and under both eyes, and scarifications on both forearms, unbroken lines that lead from wrist, most of the way to the elbow, wrapping around the arm. He also sports several tattoos from ports and hidden coves the Gunpowder Storm has visited.

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Such as?

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I just noticed we have quite the diverse cast of crewmates among the nationalities. Which is kind of cool. We just need a black guy and I think we got full representation.

@Tally Dor

Funny you should say that... I was looking at an old portrait of Gary Dourdan as a possibility...

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Well then, it would definitely be the Carpenter. In those time when he's not being a Carpenter then, just a crewmember. No need for a second set of skills if you'd rather!