POOHEAD189

~ BLACK FLAGS OF THE ABECEAN ~

Rul-Aman had worse luck than most, he always thought. When it did not rain, he desperately needed it. When it rained, it ruined one of his plans. Sleep with a pretty woman? She turned out to be an assassin trying to kill him. Sail on a merchant ship? Storms, rocks, pirates, and a really loathesome headache. Not in order of severity, necessarily...

"Apologies, lady." The rogue said, slipping past Brinlaith like an eel as he ascended the stairwell. In his hands were a steel longsword and an iron shortsword, a grim look on his nominally handsome visage. Rul-Aman had fled below to give himself some time to collect his thoughts as the pirates attacked, going through different scenarios of how to get out of this mess. Not for the first time did he curse himself for not deigning to learn any magic. Then after finding himself hiding in one of the hall closets, he suddenly realized there really was no way out. That if he wanted to live, he needed to help defend the ship as best he could.

Diagna and Hoonding were laughing their asses off, he imagined. Damn, and the redguard went to grab his weapons. That was when he made it to the top, and found a maelstrom of blood and combat the likes of which nearly made his stomach turn!

He cursed in his native tongue, but saw a flash of something unmistakably solid, and ducked with the swiftness of a mongoose, cold fear keeping him alert. An axe crunched into the swinging door just behind him, and he rolled away to put some distant between himself and the gap-toothed imperial ruffian that had thought to catch him unawares. The man's hair was long and greasy, and with a jerk he removed the axe. Rul had a brief moment to groan when he realized he should have pressed the advantage and killed him there, rather than roll away like a coward. As he lamented, a shadow fell over him, and he glanced behind him just in time to see a khajit with a cutlass hoping to trim a bit off the top.

Rul screamed like a woman and launched himself to the right, the blade missing him by a hair's breadth. As he did so, he lashed out with his longsword. He expected it an ineffectual move, but the blade bit deeply into the pirate's leg, and the Khajit hissed in rage and pain. Rul found his feet swiftly, and flourished both blades in a dazzling display as the imperial advanced on him. They glinted in the light like a hundred silver coins, and as the imperial thrust his weapon to knock him off balance, Rul pivoted and sliced his longsword up. The blade smoothly amputated the imperial's hand, thrusting his iron shortsword into the roaring mouth of the man to end his life abruptly. It was a one-two combination he had learned to appreciate in situations like this.

Unfortunately, the axe dropped onto his foot. It didn't break the skin of the boot, but it hurt like hells. "Ah, fuck!"

Through the moisture in his eyes, that was when he noticed the Khajit collecting herself, brandishing the cutlass again. Now it seemed to be an even playing field, which to Rul, always seemed like a disadvantage on his part. Hopping on one foot, he held his twin blades in a defensive posture, hoping a third pirate didn't try to cut him down from behind.

random fact about yourself

I am playing Lords of The Fallen rn

~ BLACK FLAGS OF THE ABECEAN ~

Rul-Aman

Rul-Aman

"Good idea, but you go first."

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___________________________________ P R O F I L E Height 5'11 Weight 173 Sex/Gender Male Race Redguard Age 27 Birthsign Thief Class Swashbuckler ___________________________________ C A P A B I L I T I E S Attributes Strength - 50 Intelligence - 30 Willpower - 30 Agility - 50 (40 + 10) Speed - 50 (40 + 10) Endurance - 50 Personality - 30 Luck - 60 (50 + 10) Skills Major: 35 - Blade (+10 RG) 25 - Hand to Hand 25 - Acrobatics 35 - Athletics (+10 RG} 30 - Light Armor (+5 RG) 25 - Security 25 - Sneak Minor: 5 - Speechcraft 5 - Block 15 - Blunt (+10 RG) 5 - Restoration 10 - Heavy Armor (+5 RG) 5 - Armorer 5 - Destruction 5 - Illusion 5 - Alchemy 5 - Alteration 5 - Conjuration 5 - Marksman 10 - Mercantile (+5 RG) 5 - Mysticism Spells ___________________________________ I N V E N T O R Y Weapons & Tools Steel longsword, iron short sword Outfit/Armor Iron chainmail Consumables Brandy Valuables 12 septims Misc ... ___________________________________

____________________________________________________________________________ APPEARANCE Rul is a rakish man of hammerfell, swarthy skinned with a grin that can cut glass. He's not a huge man, but nor is he particularly short. His form is balanced, much like his blades. He has keen, penetrating eyes, akin to dark gemstones. His hair is long and black, but he keeps his chin as naked as he can manage. He is swathed in Redguard clothing, with a vest over chainmail, over a simple shirt. His belt is a red sash, and he sports black pantaloons, just above the typical curled shoes. ____________________________________________________________________________ MOTIVATION AND OUTLOOK Rul's first rule is to be careful. His second rule, is to go after what he wants. As long as he follows rule 1, rule 2 usually works out without catastrophe. So far, so good, at least. He's not one for large introspection on himself, preferring to use his devious mind for something more profitable. He does plan ahead. In fact, that might be how you describe his entire life. He is always planning ahead, even if his plans work... a quarter of the time? He tries not to count his failures too much. That gets men discouraged. He's had to work for everything in life, and so he thinks he is due something big. Always stay on the move, always go big, and try to appreciate the little things, even if he fails at that time and again. ____________________________________________________________________________ BACKGROUND Rul doesn't remember his parents. His earliest memories were in Rihad, and other than a few trips across the desert for short instances, Rihad remained his home. He began running with street urchins, and older boys began to grant him jobs. He remembers waiting by the river and watching the water trickle past his vision after one of his friends was killed. He remembers the first girl he ever kissed, and how it was a dare from one of the brothel girls, leaving him his first embarrassment. His life was a whirlwind of schemes and heists, friends and associates coming and going as he climbed the ladder of the underworld, until he pulled off a heist on the wrong man. He took one of the prized jewels of one of the lord's wives, who also happened to be sleeping with one of the bandit barons. Rul had pissed off both the gentry, and made himself a target in his own world. He barely got out of Rihad alive, and found himself befriending an old monk on a caravan Janeth, and spent the next two years learning scripts and some basic hand to hand skills, before the man died of natural causes. He held no love for Janeth, and decided he would leave by boat, hoping to find a place he could call home once again. And maybe find a big score while he was at it. ____________________________________________________________________________ RELATIONSHIPS AND OPINIONS ____________________________________________________________________________ MISC ...

~ BLACK FLAGS OF THE ABECEAN ~

Excited!

Discovery: A Broken Galaxy

Maybe just one more post.. LOL

@Penny

Who would have imagined...

Swords and Silver: The Southern Contracts

Needless to say there was a heated debate. Bianca, Torm, and their sergeants had tried to keep it quiet, but soon both companies were whispering amongst themselves, and the men had even mixed, some groups of cavaliers and outriders forming small groups to discuss the merits of stalling the rendezvous to perform an ill-advised and untenable coup for a dark witch in the hopes they are rewarded gratefully. Torm wasn't necessarily against it, but when Bianca began to turn in favor, he started listing off all of the reasons for how inadvisable it was. After verbally jabbing at one another, Bianca brought up that Torm simply did not like she was from his home principality, and despite his groan of denial, he had to admit that was a small bit of the truth.

While there were plenty still against the notion, Torm throwing his hands up at that was like a signal of defeat, which was not the effect the Commander wanted nor intended, but by the time he realized it, everyone had tentatively reached the conclusion that they were going to accept her vague offer, and that set the stage for their furiously laid war plans. Calliope was more than willing to help, taking juice from a strange local fruit and drawing them a basic map of the city state, Shendi-Nugata. To Torm's surprise, it looked like a great circle, bisected by a large river. Bianca and Calliope swapped a few words as Torm studied the map, and he was confronted by the two of them after his contemplation.

"What?" He asked.

"We have come up with a plan," Calliope declared before Bianca could open her mouth. The scout commander glared at her, and Calliope shrugged as if to say 'I'm the employer, after all.' Calliope bade Torm to follow her, and Bianca tailed them until they were at the opposite end of the Temple, in what appeared to be an old shrineroom. A dogheaded daemon figure upon a central dias. One of Jemel-Sha's many pets, she casually explained after they gave it a curious look. The entire temple complex was disconcerting to Torm, but Calliope's plan was far, far worse...

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Torm rode at the head of a thee man column, the knights, cataphracts, and mamluks under his command with their lances held high in parade fashion. They only had two banners, and so Equites Artabazos and Sir Rüdiger held the standards aloft, flanking Torm as he led the men up the dirt road toward the magnificent walled city of Shendi-Nugata. As soon as they had left the treeline, Torm had been idly watched by the southern continent's equivalent of serfs tending the farms of wheat, maize, rice, and millets that surrounded the central hub. In the distance, black smoke lazily wafted from Shaudee-Khai, the local volcano. Its tip was just visible over the tree line, being rather short and stout for a volcanic mountain, Calliope informing him it had grown fat from the many sacrifices over the years.

"I'm no farmer, but my father was." Torm breathed, raising an eyebrow. He was the only man without his helmet, to signify his status as the leader, if their formation didn't give it away. "I didn't think this soil would be arable for long term use in a jungle like this."

Small streams that looked almost natural snaked out from under the walls to give the fields a verdant river-valley look, but looking longer than a short glance showed it was all cultivated by man. Oxen with immense horns lumbered across the field to his left, pulling the iron plows, guided by the peasantry as other men and women walked amidst a half flooded field with their pants legs rolled up, picking some arcane crop Torm was unfamiliar with.

"A gift from Shaudee-Khai," Calliope whispered from behind him. Torm glanced behind his armored shoulder to see the woman's glittering eyes from beneath the shadow of her cowl. The slim beauty still unnerved him, but he was not about to let her out of his sight and infect his men, so he insisted she ride upon Lycurgus with him. "The volcano enriches the soil. The earth is young, and easily cultivated. There is always a method to the madness of myths."

"So you don't believe in the spirit of the volcano? The daemons and gods?" He asked her.

"I did not say that..." She remarked, as a half-naked man sprinted across their vision, heading for the front gates to announce the arrival of the iron-clad northerners. Torm just hoped Bianca and her scouts were performing well on their end.

"Now is the time, sir Draufkrieg." Calliope told him, and he sighed, before he reached down and took the auroch horn he kept to signify his command, and placed it to his lips. The horn sounded, and a loud, reverberating boom echoed across the fields. Even from a kilometer off, Torm spotted the figures of distant archers on the wall. The walls themselves were colored clay orange, his noted, and even they were adorned with jewels. Far above the reach of a man, of course.

"Not like the parade grounds back home," she teased.

"Shut up... m'lady."

Discovery: A Broken Galaxy

Neil Edwards - Stow Away

Neil Edwards

Gender

Male

Age

26

Appearance

Dr. Edwards is a nondescript, caucasian man at first glance. Dark hair with eyes to match, trim in build, with a wiry musculature. It's easy to lose him in a crowd, but he has an easy smile and a way about him that helps him stand out. He doesn't bother with fancy attire, preferring casual clothes. He sports a scar or two, he has soft laugh lines. One look at him, you might assume he was former delinquent. However, he has a boyish charm about him, and a grin one does not forget.

Personality

To say Neil is eccentric is...well, that would hit the nail on the head if it was not an understatement. His casual devil-may-care nonchalance with life can be electrifying, and more than a few psychiatrists have felt he does require some form of help. However, he's intelligent, one might even say a genius in his field, and cunning on the fly. Prone to sarcasm, snide remarks, unorthodox behavior, and just good old fashioned explosions, he's a mixed bag. He's a born jokester, though behind his charming yet insufferable demeanor belies a keen mind, and to those he enjoys, he does tend to have a big heart.

Role

Chemical Engineering

Skills

Chemical Engineer: Neil has a working knowledge of various technologies that utilize chemical mixtures such as fuel cells, hydrogen power, nuclear reactors, and most importantly...

Explosives Engineering: A long-time pyromaniac, he was cunning enough to turn his lunacy into a profession. During his brief stint in the military, he was granted the lead in the 'EOU' (Explosive Ordinance Unit).

Basic Firearms Training: Neil can point and shoot a gun. Useful! He knows how to field dress a weapon, as well, but he only pulls that out to impress the ladies.

Scrapper: He received basic close combat training, but he tends to rely on his experiences on the streets. It gave him a few good moves, but a tougher skin.

Nimble: While he can fight, Neil's best asset is avoiding danger whilst being extremely close to it. He can duck and dodge with the best of them. Twitchy reflexes are a great help in surviving explosive mishaps.

Personal Belongings/Equipment

personal belongings/equipment here

Background

Dr. Edwards graduated with a Master's Degree in Chemical Engineering from Neo-Mecca's most prestigious university, and he did so by the skin of his teeth. He could recite the processes and the chemical components with the best of them, but keeping his attention in a class that was more theory than fieldwork was tough. He decided to remedy that, and eschewed a job offer from Alpotech and joined the Colonial Military on the Asteroid Colony Lambda-78 approximately seven million miles away from Mars. Their primary goal was to quell insurgencies and rebel factions near the Asteroid Belt. Neil couldn't care less about the politics, until it came to bite him in the ass.

One of the rebel cells sent a woman operative to infiltrate his unit, and of course he slept with her. She took the access codes to the explosives, and though Neil and his unit stopped her in time, he was discharged due to gross negligence. He spent a few short years doing odd jobs, entirely bored, until a classmate of his contacted him, and briefly mentioned they had been privvy to a secret project on deep space exploration. One thing led to another, and Neil managed to stow away on the Arcadian, masquerading as a civilian some nights, and a deckhand others.

Until he got a little too curious...

Miscellaneous

miscellaneous here

Swords and Silver: The Southern Contracts

Torm caught the glittering necklace incredulously, unnerved by the torture followed by the extreme display of wealth. He gave it a cursory glance, and satisfied the bejeweled cord was at least in the vicinity of what was promised, he sequestered it away on his person as he stared at the dark woman. She was indeed beautiful, but there was something off-putting about her, even without the displays of magic he saw mere minutes before. The adrenaline had worn off, and now he felt fatigued and a tad acerbic. First things first, however.

"Bianca? We might-" He began, but she was already moving. The lieutenant set her scouts to comb the area in case there were any tribesmen or thugs lying in wait, hoping to strike when all was calm. They rushed to follow orders, one scout pouring the last of his water flask over his head as he moved.

"I better go make sure." Bianca said with a skeptical eye, reining her horse in close to Torms, before she leaned in conspiratorially. "Can you... handle things here?" She asked pointedly, eyeing the dark woman.

Torm gave a sardonic: "We'll see..." response, and motioned that she could go ahead. She gave him a look, and then set her horse at a canter, disappearing into the brush with her men. Torm called for his knights to make a perimeter around the temple, but a few remained behind the make certain the dead were truly dead. Torm set Lycurgus forward at a walk, the massive warhorse a scant meter from the mysterious woman, who had bent over to search for something in the tunic of one of the attackers. A man with a brass circlet around his great forehead, now caked in blood.

"Who are you?" He asked her, not impolitely, but his tone showed he did not view her as a damsel in distress, either.

"Calliope," she said without pause, pocketing something and drawing herself back up. When she looked at him, he felt like he was staring into the eyes of a serpent.

"Just Calliope?"

"If I told you my surname, would you recognize it? Are you a local to these parts?" She deigned to ask casually.

"Good point." He conceded, but she was dodging the true question.

"And I take it you're a knight of the northern realms?" She asked, at ease as if everything was under her control, and he was but a puppet on her string.

"What gave it away? My armor or my haircut?"

She smirked, and gingerly grasped Lycurgus's bridle. The horse shied away and nickered, uncomfortable at her presence but not yet ready to defend himself. "That, and your beast here. He killed a man with the deftness of a Zhaipurian duelist. You handled him skillfully as well, I'm not often impressed."

"I'll remember that," Torm remarked dryly, looking past her at the ostentatious and loudly dressed corpses. Opals, emeralds, lapis and lazuli, and even red diamonds shimmered under the every shifting light of the sun as it tried to peer through the canopy. Calliope glanced over her shoulder.

"The baubles? Much of it is real, though that is small issue compared to what you might be able to gain elsewhere," she remarked cryptically. Torm was about to ask her meaning, when he saw a great shape moving amongst the bodies. He flinched, only to realize the sinuous thing was a python of immense length. It slowly slid up her body, before resting upon her deceptively dainty shoulders. It's tongue flicked out lazily, and she scratched its throat gently, smiling at it as if it were a favored pet.

Is it just me, or are profiles 10 years or older kinda terrifying?

Discovery: A Broken Galaxy

WIP

Neil Edwards

Gender

Male

Age

26

Appearance

Dr. Edwards is a nondescript, caucasian man at first glance. Dark hair with eyes to match, trim in build, with a wiry musculature. It's easy to lose him in a crowd, but he has an easy smile and a way about him that helps him stand out. He doesn't bother with fancy attire, preferring casual clothes. He sports a scar or two, he has soft laugh lines. One look at him, you might assume he was former delinquent. However, he has a boyish charm about him, and a grin one does not forget.

Personality

To say Neil is eccentric is...well, that would hit the nail on the head if it was not an understatement. His casual devil-may-care nonchalance with life can be electrifying, and more than a few psychiatrists have felt he does require some form of help. However, he's intelligent, one might even say a genius in his field, and cunning on the fly. Prone to sarcasm, snide remarks, unorthodox behavior, and just good old fashioned explosions, he's a mixed bag. He's a born jokester, though behind his charming yet insufferable demeanor belies a keen mind, and to those he enjoys, he does tend to have a big heart.

Role

Chemical Engineering

Skills

Chemical Engineer: Neil has a working knowledge of various technologies that utilize chemical mixtures such as fuel cells, hydrogen power, nuclear reactors, and most importantly...

Explosives Engineering: A long-time pyromaniac, he was cunning enough to turn his lunacy into a profession. During his brief stint in the military, he was granted the lead in the 'EOU' (Explosive Ordinance Unit).

Basic Firearms Training: Neil can point and shoot a gun. Useful! He knows how to field dress a weapon, as well, but he only pulls that out to impress the ladies.

Scrapper: He received basic close combat training, but he tends to rely on his experiences on the streets. It gave him a few good moves, but a tougher skin.


Nimble: While he can fight, Neil's best asset is avoiding danger whilst being extremely close to it. He can duck and dodge with the best of them. Twitchy reflexes are a great help in surviving explosive mishaps.

Personal Belongings/Equipment

personal belongings/equipment here

Background

Dr. Edwards graduated with a Master's Degree in Chemical Engineering from Neo-Mecca's most prestigious university, and he did so by the skin of his teeth. He could recite the processes and the chemical components with the best of them, but keeping his attention in a class that was more theory than fieldwork was tough. He decided to remedy that, and eschewed a job offer from Alpotech and joined the Colonial Military on the Asteroid Colony Lambda-78 approximately seven million miles away from Mars. Their primary goal was to quell insurgencies and rebel factions near the Asteroid Belt. Neil couldn't care less about the politics, until it came to bite him in the ass.

One of the rebel cells sent a woman operative to infiltrate his unit, and of course he slept with her. She took the access codes to the explosives, and though Neil and his unit stopped her in time, he was discharged due to gross negligence. He spent a few short years doing odd jobs, entirely bored, until a classmate of his contacted him, and briefly mentioned they had been privvy to a secret project on deep space exploration. One thing led to another, and Neil managed to stow away on the Arcadian, masquerading as a civilian some nights, and a deckhand others.

Until he got a little too curious...

Miscellaneous

miscellaneous here

@POOHEAD189

I'll need to clean it up a bit, but I believe I have all of the basics down and ready to be looked at @Theyra