Carmichal (Alt of Marcus)
Jul 24, 2012 22:37:24 GMT -6
Post by Carmichal on Jul 24, 2012 22:37:24 GMT -6
Name: Carmichal
Class*: Brigand
Hair Color: Orange
Eye Color: Brown
Age: 40
Appearance: Carmichal is a large and boisterous man, tan and well-muscled from his travels around the world. He dwarfs most other men at 6' 5". His face is almost always grinning from ear to ear and his eyes are warm and inviting.
Clothes: Carmichal wears nothing but a pair of worn and weathered brown pants, and a rusted metal headband, the only thing he has of his father.
Born in: The Western Isles
Story: Carmichal was born the illegitimate son of a tavern wench and an unknown man, most likely a pirate. He hadn't bothered to leave a name, and she had simply regarded him as another customer. The only reason she had even remembered him was because he hadn't payed her in gold, but had instead payed her with a metal headband, telling her that if she found herself with child and it was a boy, to give it to him.
As it so happened, she had a boy and named him Carmichal. From a young age, Carmichal showed a love for adventure. He could always be found at one table or another, listening to the tales of the pirates who had stopped in the small town where they lived for supplies. The patrons loved the boy, and welcomed him to their tables. As he grew older, they taught him bits and pieces of their trade; how to tie a knot, how to sail and navigate, and, every once and a while, how to fight.
Carmichal grew quickly, dwarfing most of his age and even a few of the pirates by the time he was thirteen. He begged many of them to let him join their crews, but it would be several years before any of them would seriously consider him. In the mean time, Carmichal trained daily with the axe, sparring with and almost always defeating the other boys of his age. He fought so hard that, on one fateful day, he accidentally killed one of them. The boy had been an orphan, and in the Western Isles, no one mourned the death of an orphan. It did, however, cause one of the pirate captains to take notice of him. The captain was a man by the name of Mikar, and he immediately offered Carmichal a spot on his crew, which the young man quickly accepted.
Carmichal quickly adjusted to pirate life. He enjoyed life on the high seas and every day brought him more joy and excitement. Whenever a battle was joined between two ships, Carmichal was always the man to lead the other pirates onto the enemy's deck. When at port he drank vicariously and gave loud retellings of their adventures accented with his booming laugh. Carmichal was every bit the perfect pirate, until the crew encountered their biggest challenge that they had ever faced.
Their ship had been caught in a rather vicious storm while looking for treasure and loot in the southernmost islands, which had blown them way off course, just off the coast of Nabata. The crew had been busy repairing the ship when a loud roar had echoed over the water. A dragon had found them and it seemed none too happy to see them. Carmichal had immediately gone for his axe and, as it dived in to attack the pirates, jumped for it, grabbing its leg. He climbed onto its back and attacked it fiercely, but even Carmichal was no match for a dragon. It threw him from its back and when he hit the water, he was knocked unconscious.
When he eventually awoke, Carmichal was back in the Western Isles. He had washed up on one of the southern islands and had been nursed back to health at the tavern. When he asked about Mikar and the rest of his pirate crew, no one seemed to have an answer. It was a week before he heard any news at all. The crew had one the fight with the dragon, feathering it with enough arrows to scare it off. The rest of the news, however, was less than pleasant. The crew had staged a mutiny, angered over the lack of payment, overthrowing and, if the stories were to be believed, killing Mikar. Devastated by the news, Carmichal gave up piracy on the spot.
Carmichal spent a few more days on the island, then bought himself passage to Lycia. He needed to distance himself from the Isles and the pirate crews that inhabited them. When he finally arrived in Lycia, he wandered for a while, not sure what to do with his life. When his money and food finally ran out, he turned bandits for work. He stayed in Lycia for a few years, drifting from one bandit group to the next. He was good at the work, but it never totally satisfied him, like an itch he couldn't quite scratch. Eventually, he grew tired of the same ordeal, and has now turned mercenary, hoping to find more adventure in a different line of work.
Class*: Brigand
Hair Color: Orange
Eye Color: Brown
Age: 40
Appearance: Carmichal is a large and boisterous man, tan and well-muscled from his travels around the world. He dwarfs most other men at 6' 5". His face is almost always grinning from ear to ear and his eyes are warm and inviting.
Clothes: Carmichal wears nothing but a pair of worn and weathered brown pants, and a rusted metal headband, the only thing he has of his father.
Born in: The Western Isles
Story: Carmichal was born the illegitimate son of a tavern wench and an unknown man, most likely a pirate. He hadn't bothered to leave a name, and she had simply regarded him as another customer. The only reason she had even remembered him was because he hadn't payed her in gold, but had instead payed her with a metal headband, telling her that if she found herself with child and it was a boy, to give it to him.
As it so happened, she had a boy and named him Carmichal. From a young age, Carmichal showed a love for adventure. He could always be found at one table or another, listening to the tales of the pirates who had stopped in the small town where they lived for supplies. The patrons loved the boy, and welcomed him to their tables. As he grew older, they taught him bits and pieces of their trade; how to tie a knot, how to sail and navigate, and, every once and a while, how to fight.
Carmichal grew quickly, dwarfing most of his age and even a few of the pirates by the time he was thirteen. He begged many of them to let him join their crews, but it would be several years before any of them would seriously consider him. In the mean time, Carmichal trained daily with the axe, sparring with and almost always defeating the other boys of his age. He fought so hard that, on one fateful day, he accidentally killed one of them. The boy had been an orphan, and in the Western Isles, no one mourned the death of an orphan. It did, however, cause one of the pirate captains to take notice of him. The captain was a man by the name of Mikar, and he immediately offered Carmichal a spot on his crew, which the young man quickly accepted.
Carmichal quickly adjusted to pirate life. He enjoyed life on the high seas and every day brought him more joy and excitement. Whenever a battle was joined between two ships, Carmichal was always the man to lead the other pirates onto the enemy's deck. When at port he drank vicariously and gave loud retellings of their adventures accented with his booming laugh. Carmichal was every bit the perfect pirate, until the crew encountered their biggest challenge that they had ever faced.
Their ship had been caught in a rather vicious storm while looking for treasure and loot in the southernmost islands, which had blown them way off course, just off the coast of Nabata. The crew had been busy repairing the ship when a loud roar had echoed over the water. A dragon had found them and it seemed none too happy to see them. Carmichal had immediately gone for his axe and, as it dived in to attack the pirates, jumped for it, grabbing its leg. He climbed onto its back and attacked it fiercely, but even Carmichal was no match for a dragon. It threw him from its back and when he hit the water, he was knocked unconscious.
When he eventually awoke, Carmichal was back in the Western Isles. He had washed up on one of the southern islands and had been nursed back to health at the tavern. When he asked about Mikar and the rest of his pirate crew, no one seemed to have an answer. It was a week before he heard any news at all. The crew had one the fight with the dragon, feathering it with enough arrows to scare it off. The rest of the news, however, was less than pleasant. The crew had staged a mutiny, angered over the lack of payment, overthrowing and, if the stories were to be believed, killing Mikar. Devastated by the news, Carmichal gave up piracy on the spot.
Carmichal spent a few more days on the island, then bought himself passage to Lycia. He needed to distance himself from the Isles and the pirate crews that inhabited them. When he finally arrived in Lycia, he wandered for a while, not sure what to do with his life. When his money and food finally ran out, he turned bandits for work. He stayed in Lycia for a few years, drifting from one bandit group to the next. He was good at the work, but it never totally satisfied him, like an itch he couldn't quite scratch. Eventually, he grew tired of the same ordeal, and has now turned mercenary, hoping to find more adventure in a different line of work.
