Gerald
Nov 28, 2017 19:58:45 GMT -6
Post by Gerald on Nov 28, 2017 19:58:45 GMT -6
Name: Gerald
Class: Pirate
Dragon Element: N/A
Age: 35
Born in: The Western Isles
Appearance: A well defined but somehow unkempt man, Gerald stands out in a crowd, reaching about 6' 3" and weighing in at 250 (two-hundred fifty) pounds. His skin, naturally white, is a light cocoa brown from constant exposure to the sun, contrasting his stark while tangle of a mess he calls hair - which seems to be only rarely cut by hand with a knife. At it's farthest point, the tangled locks reach about halfway down his back, random ties and natural knots peppering it. He lacks facial hair, though white stubble all around his mouth is always visible. His eyes, a simple black, seem lazy at first glance. Along his arms and across his nose are discolored whitish scars from several battles.
Personality: Though a life of constant naval travel and combat would take its' toll on most, Gerald seems mostly unaffected. When he isn't demanding payment - he is actually very lax and friendly, preferring to sort things out over a drink rather than a fist-fight. Even when raiding, he keeps up a certain air of politeness that often catches most off guard. He dislikes having to deal with kids - more of an impersonal fear rather than personal dislike, and though he wouldn't mind a partner for an night he is not a skirt chaser. Contrary to popular stereotype, Gerald doesn't tend to be a heavy drinker outside of parties. He often uses the money he earns to support his ramshackle village back home.
History: Gerald was born as the first and only child of a loving couple - but that didn't mean life was easy for any of them. Living in a poverty stricken village on the Western Isles was a near death sentence, and Gerald spent most of his early years chopping wood and doing general labor for the slightly wealthier people in town. His father worked as a pirate - an ill profession, as evidenced by his inevitable demise when Gerald was only ten. Left to take care of his mother by himself, Gerald took up the more lucrative business of banditry. Though nothing more than occasionally joining up with a local gang and scaring a poor caravan with his father's wood axe, it paid enough to support himself and his mother for the time. That changed when times took an even worse dip - food almost falling out of the budget entirely. Gerald resorted to more extreme methods, stealing from shops, mugging, and he eventually paid for those actions - not in the gold he had collected, but his ability to assist his mother. Arrested after a short bout with a towns' guard, Gerald was bounced around the Isles working slave labor on ships for some time until he was eventually set free when he was twenty-eight. Now having both the knowledge of ships and the half-baked experience of an axe, Gerald put two and two together and joined the main occupation of the Isles - piracy. Since then he traveled the seas and lands, getting into numerous fights but always living to tell the tale.
NPC fight: "Right. You've heard the speil a hundred times. Hand over your goods yada yada... on the bright side for you, I'm only asking half the going rate - how does that sound?" The traveler simply glared at him and drew his sound, muttering something along the line of 'filthy bandits.'
Gerald sighed and cracked his neck, hefting his axe but not charging in. "Whenever you're ready, snowflake."
The man snarled and charged forward, sword swung overhead. The blade was halted by the flat side of Gerald's axe, and uselessly skidded off, slighting unbalancing the attacker. Gerald shot his leg up, knee catching the man in the face. He yelped and stumbled back, and Gerald followed up with a quick headbutt to knock him out, grimacing at the sensation. "I keep forgetting not to do that..." He muttered, rustling through the other man's possessions.
PC fight: A lance whiffed by Gerald's head, and the pirate quickly stepped away, knowing full well a glancing blow from his axe against heavy armor would be pointless. "You seem a little distraught, eh knighty"
The armored opponent said nothing and simply drew back in, approaching cautiously.
"I'm telling ya, I ain't the bandit you're looking for. Killing is not part of my MO." Gerald said, half pleadingly. "I really don't want to fight ya-" He was cut off by a another lance thrust, followed this time by a shield bash. The weapon narrowly missed again, but the large piece of metal impacted Gerald, sending him stumbling a few paces back, gasping for breath. "...Aight." He said. "You have this coming!"
Class: Pirate
Dragon Element: N/A
Age: 35
Born in: The Western Isles
Appearance: A well defined but somehow unkempt man, Gerald stands out in a crowd, reaching about 6' 3" and weighing in at 250 (two-hundred fifty) pounds. His skin, naturally white, is a light cocoa brown from constant exposure to the sun, contrasting his stark while tangle of a mess he calls hair - which seems to be only rarely cut by hand with a knife. At it's farthest point, the tangled locks reach about halfway down his back, random ties and natural knots peppering it. He lacks facial hair, though white stubble all around his mouth is always visible. His eyes, a simple black, seem lazy at first glance. Along his arms and across his nose are discolored whitish scars from several battles.
Personality: Though a life of constant naval travel and combat would take its' toll on most, Gerald seems mostly unaffected. When he isn't demanding payment - he is actually very lax and friendly, preferring to sort things out over a drink rather than a fist-fight. Even when raiding, he keeps up a certain air of politeness that often catches most off guard. He dislikes having to deal with kids - more of an impersonal fear rather than personal dislike, and though he wouldn't mind a partner for an night he is not a skirt chaser. Contrary to popular stereotype, Gerald doesn't tend to be a heavy drinker outside of parties. He often uses the money he earns to support his ramshackle village back home.
History: Gerald was born as the first and only child of a loving couple - but that didn't mean life was easy for any of them. Living in a poverty stricken village on the Western Isles was a near death sentence, and Gerald spent most of his early years chopping wood and doing general labor for the slightly wealthier people in town. His father worked as a pirate - an ill profession, as evidenced by his inevitable demise when Gerald was only ten. Left to take care of his mother by himself, Gerald took up the more lucrative business of banditry. Though nothing more than occasionally joining up with a local gang and scaring a poor caravan with his father's wood axe, it paid enough to support himself and his mother for the time. That changed when times took an even worse dip - food almost falling out of the budget entirely. Gerald resorted to more extreme methods, stealing from shops, mugging, and he eventually paid for those actions - not in the gold he had collected, but his ability to assist his mother. Arrested after a short bout with a towns' guard, Gerald was bounced around the Isles working slave labor on ships for some time until he was eventually set free when he was twenty-eight. Now having both the knowledge of ships and the half-baked experience of an axe, Gerald put two and two together and joined the main occupation of the Isles - piracy. Since then he traveled the seas and lands, getting into numerous fights but always living to tell the tale.
NPC fight: "Right. You've heard the speil a hundred times. Hand over your goods yada yada... on the bright side for you, I'm only asking half the going rate - how does that sound?" The traveler simply glared at him and drew his sound, muttering something along the line of 'filthy bandits.'
Gerald sighed and cracked his neck, hefting his axe but not charging in. "Whenever you're ready, snowflake."
The man snarled and charged forward, sword swung overhead. The blade was halted by the flat side of Gerald's axe, and uselessly skidded off, slighting unbalancing the attacker. Gerald shot his leg up, knee catching the man in the face. He yelped and stumbled back, and Gerald followed up with a quick headbutt to knock him out, grimacing at the sensation. "I keep forgetting not to do that..." He muttered, rustling through the other man's possessions.
PC fight: A lance whiffed by Gerald's head, and the pirate quickly stepped away, knowing full well a glancing blow from his axe against heavy armor would be pointless. "You seem a little distraught, eh knighty"
The armored opponent said nothing and simply drew back in, approaching cautiously.
"I'm telling ya, I ain't the bandit you're looking for. Killing is not part of my MO." Gerald said, half pleadingly. "I really don't want to fight ya-" He was cut off by a another lance thrust, followed this time by a shield bash. The weapon narrowly missed again, but the large piece of metal impacted Gerald, sending him stumbling a few paces back, gasping for breath. "...Aight." He said. "You have this coming!"