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Name: Aedos Ren
Age: 14
Gneder: Male
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Can use magic (any magic, just needs to learn it)
Bio: to be revealed
Age: 14
Gneder: Male
Pic:
Skills:
Can use magic (any magic, just needs to learn it)
Bio: to be revealed
Simone was still giggling to a degree as he made it to his hammock area. He popped open his foot locker and put away his well earned cash, locking it up incase anyone got any wise ideas. He settled down a bit as he crawled into his hammock and laid back for a moment. He pondered what the next destination was now, since the last had been (besides a brief chase) largely uneventful. He closed his eyes and pulled his hood down low over his eyes as he brought his mind to his actual job on the ship, cooking. Right, he had to cook something before the crew got too hungry and irritable, which happened for some sooner than others. He swung his legs over to the side and dropped to the floor, starting for the kitchen.
Simone crossed the deck in the sun and to the kitchen. He thought over some ideas for a meal tonight, and decided he had his mind set on something spicy, which he luckily had gotten the supplies for. He made it to the kitchen and went for the door to the food storage room. As he reached for the handle, he heard some movement behind the door. With that he cautiously swung the door open to find a young looking dark-haired boy among the food.
"What the hell?" Simone exclaimed at the sight of him. A stowaway?
Simone crossed the deck in the sun and to the kitchen. He thought over some ideas for a meal tonight, and decided he had his mind set on something spicy, which he luckily had gotten the supplies for. He made it to the kitchen and went for the door to the food storage room. As he reached for the handle, he heard some movement behind the door. With that he cautiously swung the door open to find a young looking dark-haired boy among the food.
"What the hell?" Simone exclaimed at the sight of him. A stowaway?
Cards was something Simone was good at, and he likes to play it. His opponents? Not so much. He had one a few too many time and they were starting to get curious as to how this kid was pulling this off against these veteran players. Truth be told, Simone was just kind of lucky, and used to play cards in his free time as a kid for something to do. It was when Simone nonchalantly laid down another winning hand that they got upset. He swept the pot over to himself again and shrugged.
"I guess I'm done. You guys have fun." Simone said as she dumped all the gold coins into his coin bag with the rest. He hadn't made too much extra, but it was money none the less. It was then he saw the knife slam down into the table.
"You cheated, you think we're gonna let you leave after that?"
"Don't blame your lack of skill on me, I have a ship to catch and I really can't stick around." Simone shot back.
"Don't you dare." Another said as he stood up, drawing a knife as well.
"Bye." Simone said as he took a step back, and the others started after him angrily. Sighing, he turned and ran out the door. These guys weren't worth hurting, so he'd out run them and be done with it. Just out run five angry poker players who feel cheated, he'd done worse in his sleep. He took off down the street, faster than they could follow but not bothering to go near top speed. He veered right and jumped onto the counter of a market stall, then again to it's canopy, and with a final leap to the building beside it.
Now he was faster and high above the cranky cards players. Turning his head, Simone saw then falling behind and scratching their heads on what happened and it caused it him to burst out laughing for some reason. There he was, sprinting across rooftops while laughing like an idiot, way too keep low profile. He hopped off the last roof and rolled to his feet before sprinting the last stretch of the port onto the ship. At the least he had made up for the price of food. He heard a bang somewhere in the ship and just assumed it was Milly's doing, oh well.
"I guess I'm done. You guys have fun." Simone said as she dumped all the gold coins into his coin bag with the rest. He hadn't made too much extra, but it was money none the less. It was then he saw the knife slam down into the table.
"You cheated, you think we're gonna let you leave after that?"
"Don't blame your lack of skill on me, I have a ship to catch and I really can't stick around." Simone shot back.
"Don't you dare." Another said as he stood up, drawing a knife as well.
"Bye." Simone said as he took a step back, and the others started after him angrily. Sighing, he turned and ran out the door. These guys weren't worth hurting, so he'd out run them and be done with it. Just out run five angry poker players who feel cheated, he'd done worse in his sleep. He took off down the street, faster than they could follow but not bothering to go near top speed. He veered right and jumped onto the counter of a market stall, then again to it's canopy, and with a final leap to the building beside it.
Now he was faster and high above the cranky cards players. Turning his head, Simone saw then falling behind and scratching their heads on what happened and it caused it him to burst out laughing for some reason. There he was, sprinting across rooftops while laughing like an idiot, way too keep low profile. He hopped off the last roof and rolled to his feet before sprinting the last stretch of the port onto the ship. At the least he had made up for the price of food. He heard a bang somewhere in the ship and just assumed it was Milly's doing, oh well.
No idea for how the economy with gold coins here works, so sorry if the number seems off. Just tell me if I should change it.
"Guess I'll work something out." He said as he shrugged yet again and made his way into the town. He didn't have any real fear of being recognized as a pirate, after all, he was simply buying food. That wasn't exactly suspicious activity, unless no one actually ate around here. He felt the coin purse attached to his hip, the coins jingling and bouncing against his leg. Simone walked down various streets looking for some place to buy some food supplies, and wondering how he was going to get it all back to the ship once he got it. He watched the people stroll past him, almost a little wary, keeping a hand on his coins. Eventually, after a few minutes of searching he found a nice food store.
Simone strolled about the interior, taking it all in, thinking about what they needed. He didn't look forwards to dragging it all back to the ship and what not, but he supposed it was necessary. He bought a couple of small bags to carry his food in and set off to work at finding what he wanted. He quickly started grabbing what he thought he needed from one stall, muttering to himself as he did.
"Need that, that, and that, definitely that. Got any chili powder?" He asked quickly, before realizing there was a jar off to the corner. "Thank you very much." Simone mumbled as he slid it over to the rest of his pile. There was more than enough meat to choose some, and he grabbed some that originated from quit a few animals for variety. "How much do I owe you for all of this?"
"That would be..." The merchant counted it all up. "320 gold coins"
Simone whistled in slight shock. "All right, I suppose that's fair enough." He counted out and gave him the right amount of gold for the mass amount of food he got. Now... how the hell to haul it all back? He sighed loudly as he sorted it meticulously into bags and looked at them all around. "All right, I saw a cart outside. I assume that's yours right?" The shop keep nodded warily. "I'm going to borrow it, gotta get all of this food back somehow. You'll find it at the port, see you." He tossed an extra few coins to the shop keep and dragged his food haul to the cart outside. After loading it all up he started on his way, hauling the cart behind him. He made it all the way to the ship with the cart and hauled it on board, before loading the kitchen up. He had managed to get all kinds of fruit, vegetable, meat, spices and even some booze. he pushed the cart off of the ship and back onto the port nonchalantly and made his way back to the kitchen. There went his trip, he supposed. He decided he had a little time left here, and with that he would try his hand at cards in town.
He made his way back in and quickly found a gambling place; far faster than he found a food place. He got in and sat down at a card table, ready to try his luck and he placed his bet and got his hand.
Simone strolled about the interior, taking it all in, thinking about what they needed. He didn't look forwards to dragging it all back to the ship and what not, but he supposed it was necessary. He bought a couple of small bags to carry his food in and set off to work at finding what he wanted. He quickly started grabbing what he thought he needed from one stall, muttering to himself as he did.
"Need that, that, and that, definitely that. Got any chili powder?" He asked quickly, before realizing there was a jar off to the corner. "Thank you very much." Simone mumbled as he slid it over to the rest of his pile. There was more than enough meat to choose some, and he grabbed some that originated from quit a few animals for variety. "How much do I owe you for all of this?"
"That would be..." The merchant counted it all up. "320 gold coins"
Simone whistled in slight shock. "All right, I suppose that's fair enough." He counted out and gave him the right amount of gold for the mass amount of food he got. Now... how the hell to haul it all back? He sighed loudly as he sorted it meticulously into bags and looked at them all around. "All right, I saw a cart outside. I assume that's yours right?" The shop keep nodded warily. "I'm going to borrow it, gotta get all of this food back somehow. You'll find it at the port, see you." He tossed an extra few coins to the shop keep and dragged his food haul to the cart outside. After loading it all up he started on his way, hauling the cart behind him. He made it all the way to the ship with the cart and hauled it on board, before loading the kitchen up. He had managed to get all kinds of fruit, vegetable, meat, spices and even some booze. he pushed the cart off of the ship and back onto the port nonchalantly and made his way back to the kitchen. There went his trip, he supposed. He decided he had a little time left here, and with that he would try his hand at cards in town.
He made his way back in and quickly found a gambling place; far faster than he found a food place. He got in and sat down at a card table, ready to try his luck and he placed his bet and got his hand.
Life was not kind to Daniel Shepherd much these days. Sure, he could have had it worse, but that didn't make current things better. Money was certainly tight, and he was working himself day and night to make ends meet. He had stayed up much of last night working and woke up early in the morning to go back to doing much of the same, and it was taking a toll on his body. He held his head as his migraine refused to relieve itself and gritted his teeth. His skull felt like splitting in half, and at this point he felt he would welcome such a prospect with open arms. Despite all of that, none could say he wasn't a vigilant worker and he made his way through it, no matter what damage it would do to his already damaged body.
In the distance there seemed to be commotion starting up, muffled but clearly excited in an odd way. He made his way in the direction of the commotion, if only to see what the hell was the new cause of annoyance around here. He rubbed at his aching head as he made his way down he halls and it got louder. Soon, a person or two ran past him, than came more and more. What the hell was going on here? He cautiously slowed down until he saw what may very well have been the most disgusting thing he had ever seen. It had odd blade arms and pasty rotted skin that made his gag reflex seem to want to work overtime. It was coated in blood, entrails, and any other indiscriminant piece of human that it had managed to tear off and dive into. Guess everyone's got to eat sometime, huh? You're not you when you're hungry. Daniel thought somewhat morbidly to himself. Before he had time to question why that had come to mind, his instinct to avoid the creature kicked in. He back pedaled away and sprinted off. With no armor or weapons to speak of, he was a sitting duck.
Apparently, none had been spared in this. He sprinted full force down the hall as he could hear the damn thing behind him following as well. The fear of not knowing quite where it was was eating away at his already aching mind. His head pounded painfully with every heavy step he took. He grit his teeth and figured he would get over it, not was not the time to worry about trivial things such as that. It was in this moment of grief and distraction that he made a mistake. He didn't watch his footing and his boot soon found a place in a pool of blood that wasn't so generous in providing traction. His foot slipped and he was sent sprawling onto the ground. He went to crawl forwards and regain footing, but soon fell onto his face yet again. He winced as his head felt none better for the incident, but that was wiped from his mind as he heard a noise behind him. He rolled to the right and a scythed arm crashed down into the floor beside him. He was now far closer to the horrible creature he had seen earlier. The face was horrible, with a jaw that seemed to mix a humans and a spiders, but mostly just made him want to lose his lunch. The eyes had a blank stare to them, not seeming to really focus on him, despite the head being turned to face him. It reminded him of a fever dream, or some stereotypical children's nightmare. It was certainly enough to make him want to curl up in bed with his parents again.
Daniel scrambled backwards as its blade was momentarily stuck and pushed himself up. He got to his feet and took off again, looking for any destination that seemed more desirable than littered corpses, if one existed. With a bit of luck, he spotted a couple of what appeared to be Security Personnel and perhaps an engineer? They all seemed far more well equipped to fight than Daniel was. As a result, Daniel took off running into the direction of them, not thinking what drawing the creature in tow of them might do. His breath quickened alongside his pace as his feet swiftly carried him to his planned destination.
"Shit, shit, SHIT!" He called out as he ran there, not knowing where the grotesque creature was at this point, but remained terrified of it none the less as he ran to avoid it and make it to safety. He attempted to stop, but the blood on the bottom of his shoe caused him to slide slightly into a wall with a soft noise. "If you guys could help, I would appreciate it a lot."
In the distance there seemed to be commotion starting up, muffled but clearly excited in an odd way. He made his way in the direction of the commotion, if only to see what the hell was the new cause of annoyance around here. He rubbed at his aching head as he made his way down he halls and it got louder. Soon, a person or two ran past him, than came more and more. What the hell was going on here? He cautiously slowed down until he saw what may very well have been the most disgusting thing he had ever seen. It had odd blade arms and pasty rotted skin that made his gag reflex seem to want to work overtime. It was coated in blood, entrails, and any other indiscriminant piece of human that it had managed to tear off and dive into. Guess everyone's got to eat sometime, huh? You're not you when you're hungry. Daniel thought somewhat morbidly to himself. Before he had time to question why that had come to mind, his instinct to avoid the creature kicked in. He back pedaled away and sprinted off. With no armor or weapons to speak of, he was a sitting duck.
Apparently, none had been spared in this. He sprinted full force down the hall as he could hear the damn thing behind him following as well. The fear of not knowing quite where it was was eating away at his already aching mind. His head pounded painfully with every heavy step he took. He grit his teeth and figured he would get over it, not was not the time to worry about trivial things such as that. It was in this moment of grief and distraction that he made a mistake. He didn't watch his footing and his boot soon found a place in a pool of blood that wasn't so generous in providing traction. His foot slipped and he was sent sprawling onto the ground. He went to crawl forwards and regain footing, but soon fell onto his face yet again. He winced as his head felt none better for the incident, but that was wiped from his mind as he heard a noise behind him. He rolled to the right and a scythed arm crashed down into the floor beside him. He was now far closer to the horrible creature he had seen earlier. The face was horrible, with a jaw that seemed to mix a humans and a spiders, but mostly just made him want to lose his lunch. The eyes had a blank stare to them, not seeming to really focus on him, despite the head being turned to face him. It reminded him of a fever dream, or some stereotypical children's nightmare. It was certainly enough to make him want to curl up in bed with his parents again.
Daniel scrambled backwards as its blade was momentarily stuck and pushed himself up. He got to his feet and took off again, looking for any destination that seemed more desirable than littered corpses, if one existed. With a bit of luck, he spotted a couple of what appeared to be Security Personnel and perhaps an engineer? They all seemed far more well equipped to fight than Daniel was. As a result, Daniel took off running into the direction of them, not thinking what drawing the creature in tow of them might do. His breath quickened alongside his pace as his feet swiftly carried him to his planned destination.
"Shit, shit, SHIT!" He called out as he ran there, not knowing where the grotesque creature was at this point, but remained terrified of it none the less as he ran to avoid it and make it to safety. He attempted to stop, but the blood on the bottom of his shoe caused him to slide slightly into a wall with a soft noise. "If you guys could help, I would appreciate it a lot."
Simone smirked at Jon's anguish in his situation. He might have felt bad for him if Jon wasn't so easy to laugh at. He wasn't a bad guy by any means, in fact Simone found him rather interesting, but he was just too easy a target sometimes. Oh well, nothing he could do. He adjusted his coat to make sure it wouldn't be uncomfortable as he thought of what they needed. Once he finished with his adjustments he nodded at Jon and Milly as he began to get off deck.
"I'll bring back something tasty for you two, something spicy maybe? Au revoir." He called out to the now guards as he got off of the ship and onto the port, also making his way to the city. He inhaled deeply and sighed contently. New city, new possibilities. He planned on tracking down some type of food market and getting some supplies, but he might need help getting all if it back to the ship. After that, the world was his oyster. Maybe he'd grab something to drink to cool himself down, if this weird crew could manage to keep itself out of trouble long enough for him to do that. Maybe a fight wouldn't break out today, but maybe that was just wishful thinking. As he thought more, he suddenly remembered something.
"Any special requests for food before I buy it and you guys get pissed because I didn't get anything you like? Nothing over the top, but I can splurge a bit here." He called out to the crew before they separated too much from each other so they could hear him. "If not I'll work something out." He shrugged nonchalantly.
"I'll bring back something tasty for you two, something spicy maybe? Au revoir." He called out to the now guards as he got off of the ship and onto the port, also making his way to the city. He inhaled deeply and sighed contently. New city, new possibilities. He planned on tracking down some type of food market and getting some supplies, but he might need help getting all if it back to the ship. After that, the world was his oyster. Maybe he'd grab something to drink to cool himself down, if this weird crew could manage to keep itself out of trouble long enough for him to do that. Maybe a fight wouldn't break out today, but maybe that was just wishful thinking. As he thought more, he suddenly remembered something.
"Any special requests for food before I buy it and you guys get pissed because I didn't get anything you like? Nothing over the top, but I can splurge a bit here." He called out to the crew before they separated too much from each other so they could hear him. "If not I'll work something out." He shrugged nonchalantly.
Yes, sorry. Been working on stuff for finals, but i will have a post up soon. I actually know Sabotage and he is working on his as well.
Simone finished off his breakfast without another word, not a scrap left on the plate. He could never waste food, it was too valuable. He even went back for seconds, but that was more because he was simply starving. He leaned back in his chair after he finished and let out a content sigh, letting his meal settle. Now that the "most important meal of the day" was over with, he wondered what was on the agenda for today.
Soon, the captain called the crew up to deck for debriefing or something. Simone shrugged and kicked himself away from the table and got out of his seat. He stretched a bit, getting a bit of stiffness out and sauntered out of the mess room. He made his way to deck and fell in with the rest of them who were already there. Simone watched Char with slight interest, seeing her scurry throughout the crew was interesting to say the least; it kind of reminded him of a mouse. He found great amusement in watching her pounce onto Jon, and even more in what she said after.
"God help us if Jon is ever captain, he'd sell us out for a chance to finally have his first kiss." Simone joked with a snicker, before turning to face the captain. "I can't stay back. I was planning on getting some food supplies we were starting to run low on." Plus he knew he would pass out if left here with nothing much to do. He was literally always ready to sleep, his body just needed an excuse to do it. He ran his hand through his hair to get some odd stands off his face as he took in the island ahead. What was it like there? More importantly, what inevitable trouble would the crew get up to there?
Soon, the captain called the crew up to deck for debriefing or something. Simone shrugged and kicked himself away from the table and got out of his seat. He stretched a bit, getting a bit of stiffness out and sauntered out of the mess room. He made his way to deck and fell in with the rest of them who were already there. Simone watched Char with slight interest, seeing her scurry throughout the crew was interesting to say the least; it kind of reminded him of a mouse. He found great amusement in watching her pounce onto Jon, and even more in what she said after.
"God help us if Jon is ever captain, he'd sell us out for a chance to finally have his first kiss." Simone joked with a snicker, before turning to face the captain. "I can't stay back. I was planning on getting some food supplies we were starting to run low on." Plus he knew he would pass out if left here with nothing much to do. He was literally always ready to sleep, his body just needed an excuse to do it. He ran his hand through his hair to get some odd stands off his face as he took in the island ahead. What was it like there? More importantly, what inevitable trouble would the crew get up to there?
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