Doc Doctor

Red Dead Potential: A Western RP

Sounds fun!

The World of Aerion

Down in the rear of the hull Catskull rested on his knees, beyond the reach of the dusty beams of sunlight that filtered through the gunports. He contemplated the blade that lay before him, seeing not the ship around him nor the floor upon which he kneeled. He drew in deep breaths in through his nostrils and slowly exhaled through his mouth. Aside from the gentle motions of his respiration, he was statuesque. His mind was not. He recalled the basics that had been drilled into him his entire life.

~There is timing in the whole life of the warrior, in his thriving and declining, in his harmony and discord. Similarly, there is timing in the Way of the merchant, in the rise and fall of capital. All things entail rising and falling timing.~

Catskull knew that this timing went by another name. Tempo. Even from one style to another, separated by the breadth of the world, it stood true in the same way that the mythology of dragons could be found amongst many cultures regardless of time or location. Expand when the enemy contracts, and contract when they expand. It all begins the same way; with observation.

Catskull continued his meditations. He did not intend to leave, even for food or drink, until evening.

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Wordlessly, Catskull boarded the ship and surveyed the top deck. The boards seemed solid, and despite how the ship appeared it was indeed well put together. He imagined pirates boarding the ship, and permitted himself a leonine smirk at the thought of their faces upon encountering not a crew of hapless fishermen or sailors, but armed knights. He couldnt help but hope for such an amusing diversion.
with a sigh he strode towards the entrance to the hull, ready to get out of the sun. His pale skin burned easily, and he felt lethargic now that nothing but a long, tedious voyage awaited him. Fantasies of conflict could only sustain him for so long and he sought the oblivion of sleep.

"Wake me if ye' sight anyfoe worth cutting", He called. "I, Catskull Maclung, shalt not rest amongst the others, thus do not seek me. Merely shout mine name if it is thy wont, but do so not lightly or for mere trifles."

He slipped below deck like an eel into dark waters, footsteps making nary a sound to be heard.

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"Hmph... Very well. But know this! I shall not trust thee monk, for the faith in me only flows between the spaces mine blade cuts. Let us partake of this quest, and see if dreams may come true in this world."

Whatever the outcome, Catskull supposed that he should at least ensure things not take a turn for the worst. Quests of such an undertaking didn't pop up every day, and this was as good a chance as any to restore the honor and fame of the house Maclung.

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Catskull glanced from side to side, then over a shoulder, then back at the monks. They had just finished talking, but Catskull had come to his own conclusion beforehand. He knew well how treacherous magic could be in the wrong hands. His uncle had taught him many things, and one of the big ones was to never mistake a horse for a zebra. If something is too good to be true, it likely is.

"Say, monk... Thou wouldst not be plotting to use the orb for thine own nefarious and selfish desires? Prithee, tell us thy real name. Surely no such thing may cure the free will of men that begets war, and of nature's cause and effect. Should not thy orb have worked its miracles when it first was fashioned? Set this mind to ease and mayhaps I, Catskull Maclung, may still assist thee."

Catskull stared intently at the monk, looking for any tells. A bead of sweat, dilated pupils, a hastening of the breath or hurried explanations. He supposed that this monk may have been an entity wise enough to keep a cool head, but it was worth a try. Regardless of whether or not he was right, he wasn't about to slip right back into blind obedience at the whim of another evil wizard.

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In that case, for posterity, I shall grant my character a stiletto.

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@TheLazarus

I'd imagine that the monk told the eunuchs that it had all been a misunderstanding just as soon as he coughed up that stray hair. As for the likelihood of them assaulting someone like Catskull in the first place just like that, well... That's what makes it funny.

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@Inuyasha@TheLazarus

Yes, it's exactly that. It was a chance to see his reflection and take care of some personal hygiene, so he went for it. Y'know, convenience. But he looks and acts so off-putting, it's no wonder the eunuchs got the wrong idea and dogpiled him.

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Catskull

Name: Catskull Maclung
Age: 33
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 246 pounds
Boxing Reach: 80.0 in
Race: Human
Dominant Hand: Left
Weapons and Equipment-

*A Damascus steel Dane sword with the following specifications-
Overall length: 58" (147 cm)
Blade length: 42" (106.7 cm)
Blade width at base: 1.4" (3.5 cm)
CoG: 4" (10.2 cm)
CoP: 24.5" (62.2 cm)
Weight: 4 lbs 10 oz (2.1 kg)



*A 16" X 16" five pound targe buckler strapped to his right forearm with five 5" spikes.

*A rope tied about his waist just below a leather belt.

*A stiletto with an eight inch blade.

*A black steel helm fitted firmly to his head.


*Steel plating inside the knuckles of his leather gloves, inside his boots, and over his knees.

*Beneath his robes is a full layer of steel scale armor with another layer of pleated leather beneath. His full armor kit weighs in at a total of 24 pounds.

Appearance- Catskull is a large, pale-skinned man with rugged, imposing angular facial features and a black bowl cut framing dull yellow eyes. He's of a powerful, sturdy, and lithe build.

Country of Origin: Ellessar

Personality- Sometimes good guys don't wear white. Catskull is not a nice man, nor a reasonable man, nor a sane man. He prides himself on being a cultured and educated with nerves of steel. He values class and social standing, is well-spoken, and stays far, far away from those he deems to be 'peasants'. He comes off as cold-hearted, and that's because he is. He generally sticks to what's legal and doesn't antagonize those who stay out of his way, and if he sees someone in need of help, he'll help them if he likes them. On the flipside, he has no mercy for those who cross him.
Catskull has a dark sense of humor, and he's fond of making light (or dark) of any situation no matter how grim or whimsical. He seems to suffer from an inability to take anything seriously, besides not letting 'peasants' touch him. He's immensely selfish, and never shares unless it's a matter of life or death, or loss of limb. He will frequently perform random, inconsequential actions for no good reason, purely on a whim, but remains dedicated to the purpose of restoring his family's name and wealth.

Background- There existed a clan of nobles known as the Maclungs, lead by the evil sorcerer Malimore Maclung. Malimore, unbeknownst to his clan, had been slowly siphoning the life from his own kin to extend his own. When a Maclung's life force inevitably dwindled, they'd "run out of luck", dooming them and their bloodline to a life of fatal misfortune. Every Maclung, cruel in their own right due to their lack of a spirit and conscience, died before the age of thirty. There have only ever been two exceptions. The dark wizard Suliss Maclung, the chosen pupil and future successor to Malimore, and Catskull Maclung who was spared his soul. He was the only one Malimore allowed to remain whole due to the old sorcerer's need for a competent bodyguard, unplagued by bad luck and a short life expectancy.

Malimore had Catskull trained in the ancient arts of man and beast slaying, and had the many of the most fearsome warriors in the world teach him the ways of combat. He mastered the versatile Dane sword in conjunction with a targe, his already diabolical strength amplified by the weight of the targe to such an extend that he can separate a man into two halves lengthwise with a horse cut. He learned to use his blade as well as his body, and his body as well as his blade.

Catskull could have grown into a truly decent fellow, if his uncle hadn't been so ridiculously evil. Fortunately Catskull was intent on being his own man, not the bitch of an old monster, and soon he ditched Malimore and fled to new lands, seeking to establish his own house of nobility and recreate the Maclung bloodline properly. Once he has resurrected the House Maclung, he intends to slay his wicked uncle and brother and end the bloodline curse of the Maclungs for good.
Until then, he wanders, seeking fortune, fame, and worthy adversaries with whom he may hone his skills.

Side: None; Catskull is a wandering warrior.

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@TheLazarus

I posted.