Joseph - Shadow's Alt
Jul 1, 2009 6:18:17 GMT -6
Post by Joseph on Jul 1, 2009 6:18:17 GMT -6
Name:Joseph Copperwell
Title: The SeaWolf
Age: 28
Height: 6" 4
Weight: 170 lbs.
Gender: Male
Class: Pirate --> Berserker
Personality: This sea rover is a man of his word. And his word is a serious one at that. Joseph is not a laid back kind of guy. He is the kind of person that wants to get to the point, nothing else. However, he has a soft spot for the ladies. He is a gentleman, and will force a smile for any woman, even on the brink of death. But with this soft side, he makes up for combat. There's a reason why he's call The SeaWolf.
Hair: He keeps it in a fray. The only thing that keeps his hair out of his eyes is the headband his mother made him when he was just green behind the ears. His hair is what makes him so unique. It's gray, with a bit darker edges to it. No one in his family ever seemed to have features like his.
Eyes: Some say they are the color of a raging storm at sea. That kind of color would be a dark blue-ish gray. However, he has been known to lighten up, and this drastically changes his eye color to something a bit brighter, but most never have seen such a time.
Clothing/Armor: He wears simple garb of any sea rover. His shirt is striped, darkened to a turquoise. He has a kind of sash that goes across his chest and shirt, starting from his right shoulder to his left side. He uses this sash to carry his axe on his back, through slits in the leather. His pants are, again, like most pirates: blue linen. His shoes are the same, only a dark green. He wears a headband, nothing else on his head. He does not have any bodily piercings at all.
Physical Description: Compared to most sea dogs, Joseph is taller. Not so much muscular big, but he still is very strong. Being that he has slimmer muscles, he is more agile, and is very athletic. But, that's the kind of body one makes when living at sea. Joseph has no tattoos, no visual birthmarks. the only strange thing about him is his eyes and hair. They stand out with a crew full of brown-haired sea dogs.
History: It was a normal night when Joseph was born. And that's how his childhood was; normal. At least, for living on the Western Isles. His father worked as a food salesman. His mother was a talented tailor. Together, the happy couple and their son grew up just fine. But the parents of Joseph were concerned for him. He was different than most other kids that lived near bye. For one, his attitude was serious, yet always calm. The children respected him, in a different way than normal. He had the aspects of a leader, but he always followed everyone else.
By the age of six, he still had that strong aura about him. A natural born leader, who always followed others. He was quieter than most of the kids as well. He rarely started a conversation, and when he did, it seemed more like a significant one, always got to the point. Even though he was different, he mother and father were still so proud of him.
It was when he was twelve years of age, when he finally declared what he was going to do. He merely stated, "I'm going to sea, no matter the squall." Growing up around sea rovers, and partially because his father was once one as well, he had a light pirate-like accent. He used pirate figure of speech. He even dreamed of living on a boat. He was determined, and nothing could stop him.
Finally, he was prepared to go. He was sixteen when he said goodbye to his parents. He gave them his love, and promised that someday, he would return, riches in hand, and wealth galore. That day, he left for town. He immediately found a ship. On the front, it said, "Rough-Boot." He spoke with the captain, who had agreed to let him join. He made a deal, however, that he had to prove himself useful in a year's time. By half that time, the captain wouldn't have even thought about letting Joseph leave, which was pretty agreeable to him.
During the years of sailing with the crew on the Rough-boot, he has proven himself in combat many times. And even when he found some good loot, he would be kind enough to share with those who didn't. He was a fair, yet firm, man of the sea. And he still is to this day.
Now, the captain and crew of the Rough-Boot are heading for Etruria, hoping to get some good trades in Delfia. Hopefully, their won't be any trouble with the religious movement going on. Hopefully...
Location: At sea, heading to Etruria.
Allegiance: To the crew on the Rough-Boot, forever and always. Other than them, he hasn't found anyone to serve, really.
Weapons: Iron Axe and a Vulnerary.
P.S. Don't worry, I know that alts aren't allowed to post yet. I'll just wait till I can.
Title: The SeaWolf
Age: 28
Height: 6" 4
Weight: 170 lbs.
Gender: Male
Class: Pirate --> Berserker
Personality: This sea rover is a man of his word. And his word is a serious one at that. Joseph is not a laid back kind of guy. He is the kind of person that wants to get to the point, nothing else. However, he has a soft spot for the ladies. He is a gentleman, and will force a smile for any woman, even on the brink of death. But with this soft side, he makes up for combat. There's a reason why he's call The SeaWolf.
Hair: He keeps it in a fray. The only thing that keeps his hair out of his eyes is the headband his mother made him when he was just green behind the ears. His hair is what makes him so unique. It's gray, with a bit darker edges to it. No one in his family ever seemed to have features like his.
Eyes: Some say they are the color of a raging storm at sea. That kind of color would be a dark blue-ish gray. However, he has been known to lighten up, and this drastically changes his eye color to something a bit brighter, but most never have seen such a time.
Clothing/Armor: He wears simple garb of any sea rover. His shirt is striped, darkened to a turquoise. He has a kind of sash that goes across his chest and shirt, starting from his right shoulder to his left side. He uses this sash to carry his axe on his back, through slits in the leather. His pants are, again, like most pirates: blue linen. His shoes are the same, only a dark green. He wears a headband, nothing else on his head. He does not have any bodily piercings at all.
Physical Description: Compared to most sea dogs, Joseph is taller. Not so much muscular big, but he still is very strong. Being that he has slimmer muscles, he is more agile, and is very athletic. But, that's the kind of body one makes when living at sea. Joseph has no tattoos, no visual birthmarks. the only strange thing about him is his eyes and hair. They stand out with a crew full of brown-haired sea dogs.
History: It was a normal night when Joseph was born. And that's how his childhood was; normal. At least, for living on the Western Isles. His father worked as a food salesman. His mother was a talented tailor. Together, the happy couple and their son grew up just fine. But the parents of Joseph were concerned for him. He was different than most other kids that lived near bye. For one, his attitude was serious, yet always calm. The children respected him, in a different way than normal. He had the aspects of a leader, but he always followed everyone else.
By the age of six, he still had that strong aura about him. A natural born leader, who always followed others. He was quieter than most of the kids as well. He rarely started a conversation, and when he did, it seemed more like a significant one, always got to the point. Even though he was different, he mother and father were still so proud of him.
It was when he was twelve years of age, when he finally declared what he was going to do. He merely stated, "I'm going to sea, no matter the squall." Growing up around sea rovers, and partially because his father was once one as well, he had a light pirate-like accent. He used pirate figure of speech. He even dreamed of living on a boat. He was determined, and nothing could stop him.
Finally, he was prepared to go. He was sixteen when he said goodbye to his parents. He gave them his love, and promised that someday, he would return, riches in hand, and wealth galore. That day, he left for town. He immediately found a ship. On the front, it said, "Rough-Boot." He spoke with the captain, who had agreed to let him join. He made a deal, however, that he had to prove himself useful in a year's time. By half that time, the captain wouldn't have even thought about letting Joseph leave, which was pretty agreeable to him.
During the years of sailing with the crew on the Rough-boot, he has proven himself in combat many times. And even when he found some good loot, he would be kind enough to share with those who didn't. He was a fair, yet firm, man of the sea. And he still is to this day.
Now, the captain and crew of the Rough-Boot are heading for Etruria, hoping to get some good trades in Delfia. Hopefully, their won't be any trouble with the religious movement going on. Hopefully...
Location: At sea, heading to Etruria.
Allegiance: To the crew on the Rough-Boot, forever and always. Other than them, he hasn't found anyone to serve, really.
Weapons: Iron Axe and a Vulnerary.
P.S. Don't worry, I know that alts aren't allowed to post yet. I'll just wait till I can.