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Nickname: Theo, Seadog
Alias: Misty Hound
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 241lbs
Eye Color: Crimson
Ethnicity: Caucasian; Albinism
[div class=fyuriheader] Stats[/div]Alias: Misty Hound
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 241lbs
Eye Color: Crimson
Ethnicity: Caucasian; Albinism
Zodiac
Scorpio
Fear
Confined spaces
Flaw
"It's mine if I have it."
Dislikes
Authority, nobility
Interests
Sailing, wealth, music
Alignment
Chaotic-Neutral
[div class=fyuriheader] Skills[/div]
Personality: A passionate man who actively seeks out any of his desires. Often impulsive, the crew of the Seadog is always left of edge and willing to make actions based on the call of their whimsical Captain. Easy to annoy, and quick to become bored, he sought after a life of Piracy because nothing was as thrilling as actively being hunted as an outlaw.
It was the only life he knew could lead him to take whatever it was he wanted, and he'd need never worry on the opinions of others. Here on the sea, no one could tell him how to live his life.
It was the only life he knew could lead him to take whatever it was he wanted, and he'd need never worry on the opinions of others. Here on the sea, no one could tell him how to live his life.
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[div class=fyuriheader2] Theodor Barker
[/div][div class=fyuriheader] General[/div]Sex: Male
Age: 26
Race: Human
Profession: Pirate
Age: 26
Race: Human
Profession: Pirate
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Wealth: Affluent
Weapon:
• Rapier
• Flintlock Musket
Other:
• Spyglass
• Manacles
• Cartographers Tools
• Compass
• Map
Weapon:
• Rapier
• Flintlock Musket
Other:
• Spyglass
• Manacles
• Cartographers Tools
• Compass
• Map
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The lower class always notice those above them, the aristocrats and nobles whom unknowing flaunt their status becoming akin to idols by the lesser below. Some live in slums a life that those with gold couldn't possibly imagine, eating their daily bread they can only imagine what it may be like to have influence in the world. Working exhausting day to day jobs without recognition and barely any reward worth mention, the lower tiers of society have only their dreams. Theo was a dreamer.
At a young age he'd become a dock worker, helping ships haul their goods to and from so they may carry about their trades while in town. Now and again he'd even be rewarded some of the goods themselves, making both a wage and a meal in one. This tiring job was wearing even on his young body, which is why when the pressure of his home to keep bringing more money to pay his dues became too much, he just never returned. Next he was seen was working on deck of a ship, doing his part and cleaning. The captain of the vessel took four days before finally recognizing there was a new person aboard, and instead of reprimanding the stowaway he'd chosen to instead hear him out. It was hard to turn down an extra hand on deck, especially when all Theodor wanted was a decent wage and chance to travel the world. Something this captain could understand well enough.
Though his days sailing as a merchant were short, as piracy was in its golden age. The ship he sailed was raided in the dead of night, many a men losing their lives and the defeat left them adrift at sea with little to nothing in the means of surviving. Barely making port, the remaining men of the ship had all but abandoned their former captain who decided the blow to the ship was all but too much. Hanging his hat, he offered to sell the damaged vessel for lumber at the town. Theo, who had no family to send his wealth and no desire to retire from the sea, had offered in trade a portion of his earnings for the ship itself. A meager amount that was well under the value of the ship itself, the Captain decided to accept the offer. From there, Theo hired a small crew with the last of his wealth and set sail again once the repairs were made.
Yet, the sails were no longer white. They were stained black with ashes of the cremated crew that died during the vessels last sail as a merchant class ship. A flag strewn above was a simple design of a white wolfs head, with eyes that burned an intense red.
Theo has set out as what seemed to be truly profitable. He sailed as a pirate now, and by god was he good at it.
At a young age he'd become a dock worker, helping ships haul their goods to and from so they may carry about their trades while in town. Now and again he'd even be rewarded some of the goods themselves, making both a wage and a meal in one. This tiring job was wearing even on his young body, which is why when the pressure of his home to keep bringing more money to pay his dues became too much, he just never returned. Next he was seen was working on deck of a ship, doing his part and cleaning. The captain of the vessel took four days before finally recognizing there was a new person aboard, and instead of reprimanding the stowaway he'd chosen to instead hear him out. It was hard to turn down an extra hand on deck, especially when all Theodor wanted was a decent wage and chance to travel the world. Something this captain could understand well enough.
Though his days sailing as a merchant were short, as piracy was in its golden age. The ship he sailed was raided in the dead of night, many a men losing their lives and the defeat left them adrift at sea with little to nothing in the means of surviving. Barely making port, the remaining men of the ship had all but abandoned their former captain who decided the blow to the ship was all but too much. Hanging his hat, he offered to sell the damaged vessel for lumber at the town. Theo, who had no family to send his wealth and no desire to retire from the sea, had offered in trade a portion of his earnings for the ship itself. A meager amount that was well under the value of the ship itself, the Captain decided to accept the offer. From there, Theo hired a small crew with the last of his wealth and set sail again once the repairs were made.
Yet, the sails were no longer white. They were stained black with ashes of the cremated crew that died during the vessels last sail as a merchant class ship. A flag strewn above was a simple design of a white wolfs head, with eyes that burned an intense red.
Theo has set out as what seemed to be truly profitable. He sailed as a pirate now, and by god was he good at it.
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