Tally Dor

The Golden age of Piracy

Character appearance (real)

Ishaan Kayaan

-Complete name: Ishaan Kayaan
-Age:52
-Nacionality: Indian
-Position: Quartermaster
-Weapon:

Aruval

on his left hip. With a

Queen Anne pistol

on his right hip.

-Biography: Ishaan is originally from India. He developed a love for the open seas at a young age stowing away on a passing merchant ship. He has gone through quite a number of hardships to get to where he is now. Hopping from crew to crew and ship to ship over the decades on the ocean. He has currently found employment under captain Francis Taylor. Who he beat in a game of cards at Port Royal. The two immediately hit it off despite being from completely opposite sides of the world and they managed to stagger back to the ship before promptly passing out stone cold drunk.

Next thing Ishaan knew he had become the quartermaster of the ship. It was a job he quite enjoyed as it more or less put him out of direct limelight and allowed him to share his wild tales to the crew. Passing on wisdom and general bullshit as he saw fit. The galley is one of his favorite places to be as he is quite fond of apples when they are able to get them. Some way if you catch Ishaan drunk it's not surprising to see multiple apples falling out from God knows where.

The Golden age of Piracy

I will be making a CS sometime today hopefully!

Heroes Rise: Paragon City

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The Weeping

Location: Traveling, Riverside, Paragon City
@Silver Carrot@Nallore

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As the Weeping stood facing the bridge he turned back having gotten a better idea. Quickly standing at the street corner he hailed a cab and sat down in the backseat. The driver, an older gentleman wearing a green Tammie cap glanced at him with a frown.

“Bit early for Halloween isn't it buddy?”

The Weeping didn't respond verbally merely taking out a wad of cash and setting it down on his knee before pointing across the bridge. He could see the hint of greed in the cap drivers face as the wad was easier more then he made most months. The cab driver just nodded as they went over the bridge. After a few efforts to make conversation with the strange man all turned out as failures the cab driver kept to himself.

As they got close to the city hall, the Weeping could see the backside of the academy a block over. The small amulet in his hand was getting brighter he was sure of it. As they got stopped at a red light the Weeping noticed they were engulfed in the shadow of a building. He grinned exposing his pearly whites and whispered.

“Perfect.”

“Huh?” Came the response of the cab driver as he looked in his rearview mirror to an empty backseat. The spooked man quickly turning in his front seat to confirm it was indeed empty safe for the wad of cash still sitting on the seat. He gulped as he felt a drop of sweat rush down his cheek. It had sounded like there had been multiple people back there when he heard the man speak.

“Maybe...” He paused. “Maybe it's time to retire..” He pulled off to the side of the road to gather his thoughts as he collected the cash.

As the Weeping glided through the shadows he entered into the school unseen and made his way into the bowels of the school. Finding one of its boiler rooms and wedged himself behind the machinery and went into a fetal position to make himself as small as possible his arms wrapping around his legs as he began to release invisible spirits into the school.

Even if there were students here that could catch a glimpse they would seem as though fleeing shadows. It took only ten to fifteen minutes for the Weeping to frown and glance at this stupid amulet. Was this just a wild goose chase? His eyes narrowed when he finally got a bit of useful information. It was that damned woman again. So, she was looking for her to? But why?

The Black Veil

Caz Raffs

Gender: Male
Age:29
Nationality: Irish American
Appearance:

Caz's looks

Personal Effects: He always carries a large hospital corps pouch. It has a long strap that goes over his shoulder, so it rests on his hip. In it are various things relating to treating wounds, such as burns, shrapnel, and the etc. A large metal water canteen that sits on his opposite hip.

Colt model 1903 (Pocket Hammerless semi automatic)

Background:

What is your job?
Caz is a member of the American forces' medic unit. He treats the wounded soldiers and when he's given free time he goes out with other like-minded medics and offers aid to the war-torn Berlin.

Backstory: Caz originally came over to America from Ireland for a better life when he was a child with his parents. What better way to repay his new home than enlisting? Being something of a gentle soul he took on the role of Medic to help others. It grieves him to see the state of Berlin but he tells himself that the Nazi's had to go.

The Black Veil

Caz Raffs

Gender: Male
Age:29
Nationality: Irish American
Appearance:

Caz's looks

Personal Effects: He always carries a large hospital corps pouch. It has a long strap that goes over his shoulder, so it rests on his hip. In it are various things relating to treating wounds, such as burns, shrapnel, and the etc. A large metal water canteen that sits on his opposite hip.

Colt model 1903 (Pocket Hammerless semi automatic)

Background:

What is your job?
Caz is a member of the American forces' medic unit. He treats the wounded soldiers and when he's given free time he goes out with other like-minded medics and offers aid to the war-torn Berlin.

Backstory: Caz originally came over to America from Ireland for a better life when he was a child with his parents. What better way to repay his new home than enlisting? Being something of a gentle soul he took on the role of Medic to help others. It grieves him to see the state of Berlin but he tells himself that the Nazi's had to go.

The Black Veil

Will try to make a CS in a few hours. This sounds interesting and I'm a sucker for a slow burn.

It was definitely the dying light soundtrack that sold me.

Heroes Rise: Paragon City

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The Weeping

Location: Madalyne Crane's room, Eastern Nighthaven, Paragon City
@Silver Carrot@Nallore

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As the Weeping finished the chocolate bar, his attention shifted to a nearby wall. His head tilted slightly as his orangish eyes narrowed for a second as he tried to make sense of the flickering blue upon it before his eyes widened in realization. Glancing out the window he saw the cop cars and as he took in the entirety of what he could see on the street a frown formed on his lips.

There she was again. At the mailbox. Was she Amara's lapdog? Or better question how was she managing to follow him? He could feel intense rage from the spirits. It was like a hot sweltering feeling rising in his chest. The fury was all directed towards the blonde by the mailbox. Nigel could almost feel the spirits attempting to move his body towards her, but he shook his head managing to sway them by thinking of the police.

He could feel the heat in his chest. That overwhelming fury starting to be restrained by his logic, but every time his eyes wandered over to Julia, he could feel it spiking ever so slightly. As he tore his eyes away from the window, he jerked back in surprise. During his brief internal struggle there was a massive five-pronged gash in the wall now. His claws still coated in dry wall dust.

A sigh escaped his lips. So much for having left no evidence of his search. The Weeping took one final glance outside the window at Julia. Memorizing her features. Soon he knew he'd have to deal with her one way or another. Pulling the amulet back out of his pocket he turned westward and briskly walked into the shadows.

Stepping out of a shadow a few houses down in someone's fenced backyard. He breathed a small sigh of relief. His powers were nothing if not convenient, though even they had limits. He soon discovered as he reached a major hurdle. The bridge that ran across river. The shadows were limited here, and the walkers and cars might see him going between them.

Pulling the brim of the fedora down to cover his eyes more and keeping his head turned downward slightly he began his walk across the bridge.

The Dark God Lies Dreaming < Seeking M or F>

Bump! Could use a few more!

To Hold Back The Dark

I haven't decided if I have time join another rp, but I will say you have my interest.

Gotta love a classic light vs dark rp.

Heroes Rise: Paragon City

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The Weeping

Location: Residential neighborhood, Nighthaven, Paragon City

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It amazed The Weeping as the run-down streets were slowly replaced by slightly nicer neighborhoods. It really gave meaning to the old adage about poverty descending upon people like a robber. It truly was never far away. Standing on the final building overlooking a small residential neighborhood, he frowned. The rooftops had been excellent for staying away from prying eyes. Glancing down he noticed the amulet glowing towards the houses.

A small sigh escaped his lips as he placed a hand atop the fedora as he allowed himself to fall into the shadow beneath his feet. It felt like a rush of weightlessness as he quickly descended through each of the floors before landing softly on asphalt still wrapped in the shadows he tried to gather his thoughts.

This Amara had appeared in his presence somehow under the nose of all his spirits without warning. That was bad. She somehow knew his name to be Nigel which caused its own problems as he had slowly begun to feel himself fully becoming one with this current body. Now it felt like there was a bit of separation between Nigel Jamil and The Weeping. Whenever he called upon the spirits instead of becoming one it almost now felt like he was more in the backseat giving directions to an unknown driver.

“BE STILL. CALM YOUR WORRIES. FOCUSSSSSS. FIND THE GIRL. KILL DELGATOS!!”

Inwardly he frowned. The spirits did not wish for him to be introspective? Curious. Yet they had a point as he left the cold embrace of the shadows and walked down the sidewalk in the morning light. The main focus right now was the girl so they could all have their revenge.

He pulled the trenchcoat tight as he slowly made his way to the house that the amulet was focusing upon. He tried to make himself look normal by being busy looking down cradling the amulet with both hands almost like a cellphone causing the couple that had just left the house to not give the walker a second glance as they left. Once he saw them turn off the streeth he sighed. He hesistated as he questions the morals of this situation, murdering those who deserved to die? Sure. Kidnapping a child?

He was jolted from his thoughts as his piercing orange eyes locked with a hazel eyed woman. He cursed inwardly as she ran away screaming. Seems his moral dilemma was going to have to go on the backburner for now. The Weeping took a few quick steps to the front door but stopped as he noticed a small engraving on the top corner of the door. His spirits seemed to tell him it was best if he did not touch this. He took a few steps back and looked at the tall oak tree in the yard. The morning sun was causing it to cast a massive shadow. This would work. Vanishing into the shadow of the tree he found himself staring into a medium sized bedroom.

The Weeping was quickly realizing this was not going to be as simple as he had originally envisioned. He could see several books on a bookcase as well as one sitting on the bed. The dead were warning him of strange power emanating from the tomes. He glanced at a computer sitting on a desk and half way wondered if his spirits knew how to bypass the need for a password he bet it was going to require.

He could sense some confusion from the spirits at this thought and then he shook his head, some of these spirits had been dead for nearly two hundred years. What knowledge would they have of computers? Tossing this idea out and taking a glance around the room he spied a bookbag near the bedroom window. A few quick steps brought him to it and he lifted it unzipping it as he did and quickly rummaged through it.

School supplies, folders, a small container of makeup, a chocolate bar, and finally something useful. He held a school ID in his hand.

Quickly tearing open the chocolate bar and shoving the entire thing into his mouth he smiled. Somehow sweets didn't taste like ash. With the priority taken care of he focused his attention on the ID.

Madalyne Crane.