Sekeolath Vengryn the Mad
Knight of Wandering, The Insane Warrior, Meh
Name: Edward Vengryn
Age: 20
Appearance:
Personality: Edward is a bit of an...oddity for a pirate. Whereas most would rush in and loot and kill, he'd prefer taking his time, picking things off one at a time. He's boarded a ship many a time before, just to have a one on one duel with the captain of the ship whilst his fellow buccaneers went on a rampage slaughtering the captain's crew. He himself seemed satisfied with only dirtying his blade with only a worthy opponent. Most of the time, if he isn't busy pirating, haggling with shop owners to sell 'his' goods, or smooth talking the authorities that saw fit to try and apprehend him, he's probably inside the captain's quarters of his ship, enjoying a meal that nearly always consisted of a few apples, a glass of water, and two slices of bread. He left most of the good food to his crew, as a way to keep them loyal during the times in-between massive hauls and as a way to keep them properly fed and prepared for a fight. If one asked his crew, he was calm, collected, and about as honorable and just as a sea robber could be. Not to say he doesn't have his bad points. It takes a lot to do teso, but once one breaks through the composure he typically shows, they'll quickly find out how swift anger can change a man. Perhaps it'll start with being a bit shorted on powder for a pistol you might have. Perhaps a bit of rum mysteriously disappeared and the Captain had called you to do something to leave you at the end of the line and no rum for you. That's the first warning sign. If you continue to annoy him, you can quite quickly find yourself on the wrong end of a pistol or a blade. This was his ship after all, and nobody said you had the right to be on here. Be glad you wind up over the edge instead of left in a barrel, on a sinking ship, or in the cuffs of some of the authorities he's paid off. On rare occasions, he may just watch over certain crew members, simply seeing how well they did their jobs. He'd cut those who failed to stay up to scratch on the upkeep of his ship, often quoting, "A ship is worth more then a rat or sea dog."
History: Edward Vengryn didn't grow up as most expect of a pirate. He was well off, parents having been rather successful at selling meat and the fruits him and his father took care of. He wasn't quite a troublemaker, far from it in fact. His mother wanted a nice, proper child. Someone who might one day bring them some form of recognition or allowance into the upper class. Someone to give them respeson ctable grandchildren. He was taught to read, mainly by neighboring store owners. He learned how to count from his father, who always made a fair deal with his customers. He learned the art of the sword early on into his teenage years, both from reading into techniques, watching those that were in the army and navy practicing, and by eventually crafting a sword of sorts from some wood with a knife. Attempting to copy the elegance of those whom he had watched, and combine certain moves with techniques he's read about. Soon enough, he foolishly challenged a navy man to a match with a sword, a friendly match. Just a spar. He got a few good hits in, parrying the blade when possible, dodging when not. Until he tripped over his own feet and fell down, the navy man gently poking his chest with the sword. That was the match. The navy man and military onlookers were impressed by this, despite losing. He had the guts to challenge the navy man to a sparring match, and somewhat held his own. Perhaps they could use him? Seemed so, since soon his parents were contacted with offers to allow their son to be trained to join the navy. Seeing a chance for their child to be recognized, they quickly agreed. Besides, not like he'd be far from them. Just near the docs to train and learn.
Train and learn he did, taking to the blade and ship life quicker then anticipated. Hauling around barrels laden with supplies was somewhat easy after having helped his father most his life with carrying meat, bags of fruit, and the occasional game his father nabbed. Learning new terms to use on ship life was more difficult, yet all he had to do was convince himself that he'd just replace the normal words he used for the nautical terms. Not like he'd be around others who didn't know the terms, except maybe his parents, whom he could impress by teaching them something new. The young teen soon grew up, occasionally out on sea as the ship he was stationed on would leave to protect merchant ships. Whenever he asked why they wasted time protecting merchant ships, he'd simply be smacked and told only one word. Pirates. The word sent a shiver down his spine. He's heard of pirates, little more then highway robbers, just with ships, cannons and blood lust. Sure, it had it's appeals, living life out at sea, traveling with the same folk days upon days, months upon months, years upon years. Almost like moving with a family, except this family is just as willing to kill and steal as you are. Bit more tight knit then the navy as well, since rank only plays a part when one wishes to pull it about. The captain could just as easily make merry with the rest of them one minute as he would discipline an out of line crew member the next. Light hearted insults tossed in between the navigator and the helmsmen. Some say pirates are just boys who never grew up and decided to live their life against the law. Edward would agree, to an extent. It was one particular day whilst musing this over, their ship simply floating alongside a cargo ship, that he got a much more...interesting view upon pirates. Turns out, they could play pretend rather well. Having hired a navy ship to escort their cargo. Dressed up finely, cleaned themselves off and talked properly to convince a lone navy ship to accompany them. Once sufficiently out at sea, whilst they were looking for pirates, the cargo ship opened fire. Then again. In the midst of the confusion of where they were being shot from, two more rounds of cannon fire were loaded and fired, and pirates began to board the sinking ship. The crack of pistols firing, the ringing of steel upon steel. It was chaos, and it was beauty. The teen fought bravely, felling quite a few pirates, having plucked pistols and cutlasses off the fallen, despite the cries from his captain to stop sullying the dead. He was more concerned about survival. Most of his crew-mates were dead, his captain was surrounded, the ship was sinking. So, he sat down, patiently waiting for death, having taken quite a few of the pirates down. Instead, he was taken aboard their ship, assigned to help them, be it information or lending his sword. For better or worse, he was a pirate.
First thing they attempted to do was beat him for being prim and proper, badgering him about this being an outlaw's life, not a noble's. Yet, he'd not falter with it. Soon, they started to tried picking fights with him, trying to put him in his place. Wild swings, cries of steel, blood on the ground. More often then not, it wasn't his own. He did have his fair share of slashes and pretty scars on him because of those fights, yet not nearly as much as those who he fought. His dedication to the captain merely grew as he'd note the old guy watching carefully over him, giving the occasional compliment for a good fight, belittling him for his mistakes. Soon, he was being taught a few things. Almost as if he was being groomed for something. He soon learned when a boarding attempt went wrong and the captain was killed. They needed a new captain, someone who had their respect and the knowledge to lead them. More then half the crew chose Edward, for might earns respect. Consistently beating them and not rubbing their faces in it, not taking smug satisfaction from it, earned their respect. Perhaps the old captain saw he had what it takes, perhaps. Yet now isn't the time to deal with that, not now. He had his duty to do for his crew, and it was about time to head back out to sea. Got to get those fools back on the ship. ~ Captain's log.
The captain sighed, closing his logs, heading off to collect his men.
Ship (Despite the fact it'll probably soon be destroyed): View attachment 181237
# of Pistols: Four
Weapons: Four pistols, two cutlasses.
Age: 20
Appearance:
Personality: Edward is a bit of an...oddity for a pirate. Whereas most would rush in and loot and kill, he'd prefer taking his time, picking things off one at a time. He's boarded a ship many a time before, just to have a one on one duel with the captain of the ship whilst his fellow buccaneers went on a rampage slaughtering the captain's crew. He himself seemed satisfied with only dirtying his blade with only a worthy opponent. Most of the time, if he isn't busy pirating, haggling with shop owners to sell 'his' goods, or smooth talking the authorities that saw fit to try and apprehend him, he's probably inside the captain's quarters of his ship, enjoying a meal that nearly always consisted of a few apples, a glass of water, and two slices of bread. He left most of the good food to his crew, as a way to keep them loyal during the times in-between massive hauls and as a way to keep them properly fed and prepared for a fight. If one asked his crew, he was calm, collected, and about as honorable and just as a sea robber could be. Not to say he doesn't have his bad points. It takes a lot to do teso, but once one breaks through the composure he typically shows, they'll quickly find out how swift anger can change a man. Perhaps it'll start with being a bit shorted on powder for a pistol you might have. Perhaps a bit of rum mysteriously disappeared and the Captain had called you to do something to leave you at the end of the line and no rum for you. That's the first warning sign. If you continue to annoy him, you can quite quickly find yourself on the wrong end of a pistol or a blade. This was his ship after all, and nobody said you had the right to be on here. Be glad you wind up over the edge instead of left in a barrel, on a sinking ship, or in the cuffs of some of the authorities he's paid off. On rare occasions, he may just watch over certain crew members, simply seeing how well they did their jobs. He'd cut those who failed to stay up to scratch on the upkeep of his ship, often quoting, "A ship is worth more then a rat or sea dog."
History: Edward Vengryn didn't grow up as most expect of a pirate. He was well off, parents having been rather successful at selling meat and the fruits him and his father took care of. He wasn't quite a troublemaker, far from it in fact. His mother wanted a nice, proper child. Someone who might one day bring them some form of recognition or allowance into the upper class. Someone to give them respeson ctable grandchildren. He was taught to read, mainly by neighboring store owners. He learned how to count from his father, who always made a fair deal with his customers. He learned the art of the sword early on into his teenage years, both from reading into techniques, watching those that were in the army and navy practicing, and by eventually crafting a sword of sorts from some wood with a knife. Attempting to copy the elegance of those whom he had watched, and combine certain moves with techniques he's read about. Soon enough, he foolishly challenged a navy man to a match with a sword, a friendly match. Just a spar. He got a few good hits in, parrying the blade when possible, dodging when not. Until he tripped over his own feet and fell down, the navy man gently poking his chest with the sword. That was the match. The navy man and military onlookers were impressed by this, despite losing. He had the guts to challenge the navy man to a sparring match, and somewhat held his own. Perhaps they could use him? Seemed so, since soon his parents were contacted with offers to allow their son to be trained to join the navy. Seeing a chance for their child to be recognized, they quickly agreed. Besides, not like he'd be far from them. Just near the docs to train and learn.
Train and learn he did, taking to the blade and ship life quicker then anticipated. Hauling around barrels laden with supplies was somewhat easy after having helped his father most his life with carrying meat, bags of fruit, and the occasional game his father nabbed. Learning new terms to use on ship life was more difficult, yet all he had to do was convince himself that he'd just replace the normal words he used for the nautical terms. Not like he'd be around others who didn't know the terms, except maybe his parents, whom he could impress by teaching them something new. The young teen soon grew up, occasionally out on sea as the ship he was stationed on would leave to protect merchant ships. Whenever he asked why they wasted time protecting merchant ships, he'd simply be smacked and told only one word. Pirates. The word sent a shiver down his spine. He's heard of pirates, little more then highway robbers, just with ships, cannons and blood lust. Sure, it had it's appeals, living life out at sea, traveling with the same folk days upon days, months upon months, years upon years. Almost like moving with a family, except this family is just as willing to kill and steal as you are. Bit more tight knit then the navy as well, since rank only plays a part when one wishes to pull it about. The captain could just as easily make merry with the rest of them one minute as he would discipline an out of line crew member the next. Light hearted insults tossed in between the navigator and the helmsmen. Some say pirates are just boys who never grew up and decided to live their life against the law. Edward would agree, to an extent. It was one particular day whilst musing this over, their ship simply floating alongside a cargo ship, that he got a much more...interesting view upon pirates. Turns out, they could play pretend rather well. Having hired a navy ship to escort their cargo. Dressed up finely, cleaned themselves off and talked properly to convince a lone navy ship to accompany them. Once sufficiently out at sea, whilst they were looking for pirates, the cargo ship opened fire. Then again. In the midst of the confusion of where they were being shot from, two more rounds of cannon fire were loaded and fired, and pirates began to board the sinking ship. The crack of pistols firing, the ringing of steel upon steel. It was chaos, and it was beauty. The teen fought bravely, felling quite a few pirates, having plucked pistols and cutlasses off the fallen, despite the cries from his captain to stop sullying the dead. He was more concerned about survival. Most of his crew-mates were dead, his captain was surrounded, the ship was sinking. So, he sat down, patiently waiting for death, having taken quite a few of the pirates down. Instead, he was taken aboard their ship, assigned to help them, be it information or lending his sword. For better or worse, he was a pirate.
First thing they attempted to do was beat him for being prim and proper, badgering him about this being an outlaw's life, not a noble's. Yet, he'd not falter with it. Soon, they started to tried picking fights with him, trying to put him in his place. Wild swings, cries of steel, blood on the ground. More often then not, it wasn't his own. He did have his fair share of slashes and pretty scars on him because of those fights, yet not nearly as much as those who he fought. His dedication to the captain merely grew as he'd note the old guy watching carefully over him, giving the occasional compliment for a good fight, belittling him for his mistakes. Soon, he was being taught a few things. Almost as if he was being groomed for something. He soon learned when a boarding attempt went wrong and the captain was killed. They needed a new captain, someone who had their respect and the knowledge to lead them. More then half the crew chose Edward, for might earns respect. Consistently beating them and not rubbing their faces in it, not taking smug satisfaction from it, earned their respect. Perhaps the old captain saw he had what it takes, perhaps. Yet now isn't the time to deal with that, not now. He had his duty to do for his crew, and it was about time to head back out to sea. Got to get those fools back on the ship. ~ Captain's log.
The captain sighed, closing his logs, heading off to collect his men.
Ship (Despite the fact it'll probably soon be destroyed): View attachment 181237
# of Pistols: Four
Weapons: Four pistols, two cutlasses.
