W0lf d3m0n

Ossvien

Time: Morning
Location: Whiteashe Gulf, aboard the Avalon Avenger
Interaction with: @Alivefalling

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After being dismissed by the first mate, Verrax started his task, excited to have something to focus on besides the rocking of the ship. He started on the main deck, methodically checking each of the light cannons for properly secured lock chains and damages. He kept the same painstaking process with each of the 16 guns, careful not to miss a single one.

The main deck completed, Verrax began moving to the gun deck; he was stopped short by the captain's call to attention. Verrax listened attentively. His sickness transformed into a wave of adrenaline and strength at her mention of pirates. The ship's rocking seemed to lessen a little, the salty air becoming sweet. Verrax held images of blood stained grass, warhorses, the battle cries of his comrades in his head as he felt himself straighten and steady. Maybe this assignment wasn't as hopeless as it seemed, he thought. Maybe vengeance was close at hand.

As the captain ended her announcement, the other sailors moved back to their posts, manning sails, cleaning the cannons, keeping the ship prepared for contact. Verrax, hearing Captain Draegen summon him, moved towards the quarterdeck quickly. He stopped before her, bringing his hand up to salute. "Good morning, ma'am. Sergeant Malagon reporting as ordered!"

Ossvien

Time: Morning
Location: Whiteashe Gulf, aboard the Avalon Avenger
Interaction with: @Skwint - Barik

The deck of the Avalon Avenger rocked as large, rolling waves pushed the huge naval warship to and fro. A mist of salty sea water sprayed in the air as the water of the Whiteashe Gulf met with a thick Glasstonian hull. Though rough seas this close to Glasston was uncommon, the Avenger had seen worse, as had its crew. The same could not be said for the seargent leaning over the port side railing, presently in the process of losing his breakfast. Damn rough seas! What I wouldn't give for a piece of dry land! he must've been thinking to himself. Verrax stood upright, spitting the last of his sickness into the endless blue before him, silently cursing it for existing. Almost wish I hadn't signed up for this. Verrax thought for a moment. It was almost true...almost.

When his commander had come weaving wild tales of a glorious, noble adventure to any who would volunteer, Verrax was first to take the bait. Hell, he had been almost tripping over himself to get this assignment. As a proud member of the Glasstonian Infantry Corp, Verrax would be damned if he let an opportunity as big as saving his future queen pass by. Many of his comrades had voiced the same; Verrax had simply been chosen out of the best, the most squared away of his unit. He would gladly fight and die for such a cause. His frequent visits to the ship's railing had however quickly made him wish he could walk to Shadowmount. As it happened, he hated the sea. Verrax couldn't take the smell, the constant motion, the lack of a solid battleground. He stifled a second bout of sickness to salute a passing officer.

Steadied by the ship, Verrax slowly made his way from the Avenger's port side, navigating through a deck of seamen. Deck hands scrubbed everywhere, from bow to stern. The sounds of sailors' chatter could be heard all around along with the occasional unpleasant yelling of commands. Though the crew had put forth much effort to prepare for departure, it seemed the Avenger would demand the same of them throughout their long journey. Verrax had, on the other hand, accomplished very little since his voyage began just a short number of days ago. He knew little of how to operate a naval vessel and seemed to be learning even less. Fed up with the feeling of uselessness -and rather unsure as to his role on the vessel- Verrax decided it best to consult with the ship's first mate, a dwarf by the name of Stormhearth. He approached cautiously, waiting until he was alone to speak. He rendered a crisp salute. "Seargent Malagon reporting for assignment, sir!"

Creeping Shadows: Warrior Cats

Gonna throw out an app for the medicine cat, and an apprentice. If any warrior wants a student let me know. **Ehh, it's late. Officialy a WIP.

Moondust

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Gender:

Male

Rank:

Medicine Cat

Appearance:

Moondust is a smaller framed short haired jet black tom. He has no one distinguishing scar, though several small ones can be seen on his skin by an observant eye. His face usually sports a look stern and wistful far beyond his moons. His right eye is the color of copper; his left is a bright blue like ice. Though as a medicine cat he fights very little, in his few skirmishes he has proven to be a lightning quick and agile opponent.

Brief Background:

Family:

Seeking more warriors for our fresh Warrior Cats adventure!

Always down for some Warriors! Count me in!

Ossvien

My other ride is a naval vessel

Verrax Malagon ⋆ 23 ⋆ Male ⋆ Half Breed

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Appearance

Height:

6' 4"

Weight:

220 lbs

Hair Color:

Auburn

Eye Color:

Grey

Skin Tone:

White, tanned

Brief Clothes Description:

Verrax is oft garbed in standard clothing for that of a Glasstonian sailor; a sleeveless white wool undershirt beneath a loosely fitting deep blue coat. He wears polished steel and leather gauntlets on most occasions, especially in battle attire. A leather scabbard inlaid with amethyst and onyx stones holding a razor sharp cavalry saber lies on his belt atop deep blue breeches. His musket is always either slung or held at the low ready. Steel toed brown leather boots with a neatly tucked dagger complete his uniform.

Ambitious ⋆ Loyal ⋆ Dauntless ⋆ Patriotic

________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Psychology

Likes:

⋆Swordplay & Combatives
⋆Service to country
⋆Family
⋆Honor

Dislikes:

⋆The Ocean
⋆Dishonorable people
⋆Cowardice

Fears:

⋆Losing his family
⋆Death by any way but the sword
⋆Drowning

Sexuality:

Heterosexual

Personality:

As a child, Verrax could most aptly be described as an introvert. His service in the Glasstonian military thoroughly changed that. He is now a friend to most if not all those he serves with, a brother in arms. That is not however to say he is extremly charismatic or suave. He generally tries to be friendly first, but can be rather abrasive if slighted or threatened. Though Verrax might appear to be a knight in shining armor, willing to kill or die for comrades and country, he is not quite so perfect. He serves for himself just as much as for others; for honor, for glory, and for death. That being said, Verrax is quite kind and chivalrous when met off the battlefield. He puts the needs of others before his own, particularly those of women and children.

Verrax has quite a temper at times, especially in the heat of battle, yet not so much as to make him reckless. If anything his anger sharpens his wit and physical prowess even further. Off the field of battle he is normally calm and collected, a picture of discipline -as any Glasstonian soldier should be. As a former member of the Glasstonian infantry corp, most of Verrax's job was at one point standing in place waiting for orders. During this time he developed almost supernatural patience. He is mostly tolerant of his fellow military service members despite any differing views or lifestyles. This quality has made Verrax a prime candidate for leadership positions, which he has performed stunningly in despite his younger age. To Verrax, a man that cowers from the sword is hardly a man at all. He generally does not back down and does not fear conflict or death. Though he was apprehensive of his assignment to the Avalon Avenger, he decided to face his unease head on.

Vereax is rather intelligent, having bested most of his class in small unit tactics and strategy during his time in the Glasstonian NCO academy. He is very proficient at defeating enemy squads in close quarter fights and putting his men through the smallest window for harm possible. Verrax is certainly not the charismatic type, prefering blunt, often profane conversation to a tactful, needlessly refined one. That isn't to say his men dont respect him - his rank as an NCO, dedication, and combat record demand it. He does however have trouble persuading others of his opinions or getting something he wants from them. The sort that he makes friends with easily have rough, no-quit personalities with a lust for combat. Verrax is mentally stable and reacts well to external stress from most adverse conditions. Verrax seems to have almost undepletable energy, partly from his physical conditioning and partly from his minor magic. He can run further, faster, and fight harder than almost any other soldier. He is also quick to heal, including recovery from the physical taxes of a battle.

Military Service ⋆ Bloodshed ⋆ Strife

________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Background

Occupation

Infantry soldier || Glasstonian Navy

Which ship are you on?

Glasstonian Naval Vessel || Avalon Avenger

Living Immediate Family Members:

Maelis Malagon || Younger sister
Elizabet Malagon || Younger sister
Sara Malagon || Mother

Dead Immediate Family Members:

Varrit Malagon || Father

Current and Past Lover(s):

None, currently

History:

It's a secret boiiii

Minor Self Healing⋆ Combatives ⋆ Charisma

________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Combat and Magic:

Physical Strengths:

⋆Extensive close and mid range combat training
⋆Peak physical condition
⋆Proficient with firearms & bayonets

Physical Weaknesses:

⋆Little magical training or knowledge
⋆Little seafaring experience
⋆

Magic or ability (if applicable):

Minor self healing

Ossvien

Still alive!! Almost done with the CS. FYI formatting is a bitch on mobile but ain't nothing gonna stop the pirate party😄.

My other ride is a naval vessel

Verrax Malagon ⋆ 23 ⋆ Male ⋆ Half Breed

________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Appearance

Height:

6' 4"

Weight:

220 lbs

Hair Color:

Auburn

Eye Color:

Grey

Skin Tone:

White, tanned

Brief Clothes Description:

Verrax is oft garbed in standard clothing for that of a Glasstonian sailor; a sleeveless white wool undershirt beneath a loosely fitting deep blue coat. He wears polished steel and leather gauntlets on most occasions, especially in battle attire. A leather scabbard inlaid with amethyst and onyx stones holding a razor sharp cavalry saber lies on his belt atop deep blue breeches. His musket is always either slung or held at the low ready. Steel toed brown leather boots with a neatly tucked dagger complete his uniform.

Ambitious ⋆ Loyal ⋆ Dauntless ⋆ Patriotic

________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Psychology

Likes:

⋆Swordplay & Combatives
⋆Service to country
⋆Family
⋆Honor

Dislikes:

⋆The Ocean
⋆Dishonorable people
⋆Cowardice

Fears:

⋆Losing his family
⋆Death by any way but the sword
⋆Drowning

Sexuality:

Heterosexual

Personality:

As a child, Verrax could most aptly be described as an introvert. His service in the Glasstonian military thoroughly changed that. He is now a friend to most if not all those he serves with, a brother in arms. That is not however to say he is extremly charismatic or suave. He generally tries to be friendly first, but can be rather abrasive if slighted or threatened. Though Verrax might appear to be a knight in shining armor, willing to kill or die for comrades and country, he is not quite so perfect. He serves for himself just as much as for others; for honor, for glory, and for death. That being said, Verrax is quite kind and chivalrous when met off the battlefield. He puts the needs of others before his own, particularly those of women and children.

Verrax has quite a temper at times, especially in the heat of battle, yet not so much as to make him reckless. If anything his anger sharpens his wit and physical prowess even further. Off the field of battle he is normally calm and collected, a picture of discipline -as any Glasstonian soldier should be. As a former member of the Glasstonian infantry corp, most of Verrax's job was at one point standing in place waiting for orders. During this time he developed almost supernatural patience. He is mostly tolerant of his fellow military service members despite any differing views or lifestyles. This quality has made Verrax a prime candidate for leadership positions, which he has performed stunningly in despite his younger age. To Verrax, a man that cowers from the sword is hardly a man at all. He generally does not back down and does not fear conflict or death. Though he was apprehensive of his assignment to the Avalon Avenger, he decided to face his unease head on.

Vereax is rather intelligent, having bested most of his class in small unit tactics and strategy during his time in the Glasstonian NCO academy. He is very proficient at defeating enemy squads in close quarter fights and putting his men through the smallest window for harm possible. Verrax is certainly not the charismatic type, prefering blunt, often profane conversation to a tactful, needlessly refined one. That isn't to say his men dont respect him - his rank as an NCO, dedication, and combat record demand it. He does however have trouble persuading others of his opinions or getting something he wants from them. The sort that he makes friends with easily have rough, no-quit personalities with a lust for combat. Verrax is mentally stable and reacts well to external stress from most adverse conditions. Verrax seems to have almost undepletable energy, partly from his physical conditioning and partly from his minor magic. He can run further, faster, and fight harder than almost any other soldier. He is also quick to heal, including recovery from the physical taxes of a battle.

Military Service ⋆ Bloodshed ⋆ Strife

________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Background

Occupation

Infantry soldier || Glasstonian Navy

Which ship are you on?

Glasstonian Naval Vessel || Avalon Avenger

Living Immediate Family Members:

Maelis Malagon || Younger sister
Elizabet Malagon || Younger sister
Sara Malagon || Mother

Dead Immediate Family Members:

Varrit Malagon || Father

Current and Past Lover(s):

None, currently

History:

It's a secret boiiii

Minor Self Healing⋆ Combatives ⋆ Charisma

________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Combat and Magic:

Physical Strengths:

⋆Extensive close and mid range combat training
⋆Peak physical condition
⋆Proficient with firearms & bayonets

Physical Weaknesses:

⋆Little magical training or knowledge
⋆Little seafaring experience
⋆

Magic or ability (if applicable):

Minor self healing

Ossvien

Placeholder for CS. Should be started around 2200 or so.

Ossvien

Sounds fun! Leaving my interest here.

The Iron Crusades: WW1 Dieselpunk Meets Fantasy

Interested