HMS Botany Bay (Historical, Dash of Fantasy, NC/Exotic, Politically Incorrect)

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Belisuavious

Name: William Swanson
Age: 26
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Biography: William was born to a low end prostitute who haunted the back alleys of the city. She died in a fire that swept through the brothel she worked at, and not knowing who his father was, the young boy was bustled off to St. Giles, a home for orphaned boys. IT was not a pleasant life for him. He got into fights with the other boys who tried to steal his meager portion of meals or anything of value that he ever came across. He replied in kind, and became quite good at pilfering things.

When he was turned out at age 14, he took his skills and put them to use, stealing from as many people as he could, but fell into trouble when he stole from another criminal, and the other man had his gang beat William within an inch of his life. He lived, fortunately, and learned from his mistakes, and kept up with his life of crime. It was a good life, relatively speaking, as he didn't go hungry form more than a day or two at a time and his living quarters were mostly clean.

All good things must come to an end however. One night, while he was out with some associates carousing, a party of Royal Marines went around, to press gang new troops into their company. A quick hit with a club and William was unconscious. The next thing he knew he was out at sea, being yelled at by a Sergent about how he needed to shape up and become useful.

Despite the inherit risks involved though, William figured that while being a Marine wasn't exactly easier than his old life, it was stable, getting fed at least twice a day and he had a (rolling swaying) bunk. Better yet, unlike his thieving days, he was allowed to loot anything they attacked, and he had to hand over a smaller portion to the captain than he did to the local racketeering thugs. Best of all, when someone took a swing at him in some dockside tavern, he had friends to back him up.

Now he was on the Botany Bay, and after a particularly nasty mutiny, he had managed to survive long enough to find himself shipwrecked on a Virgin Land. His mind was already churning out new ideas. If life as a simple soldier was not too bad, how might the life of a Lord be? He figured that if he could get enough men to rally around his ideas, they could be running their own little country here, ruling on the backs of the ignorant savages.And best of all, there would be women here, and after being alone with his hand for company for weeks, that was an almighty good reason to set himself up as Lord of this new land.

AKunoichi

Name: Jonathan 'jack' Coffin.
Age: 24
Apperance: A wiry looking Englishman with brown hair and blue eyes, a hair short of 6ft in height and weighing barely more than 10 stonee. Usually well dressed and clean shaven but not when it would interfere with practicality. Carries a look of constant calculation on his face and, conducts himself with a level of politeness that often seems arrogant.

Biography: Jack grew up in the colonies and although his parents were relatively successful merchants, he never really had much respect for the crown. He did however have an affinity for surviving alone in the jungle, and proved to be a natural sailor. But trading honest wares never appealed to him and soon he found himself sliding down the slippery slope to snugging and eventually outright piracy.
Jack wasn't exactly a ruffian, he always conducted himself with as much dignity as he could, he just preferred to earn his means outside the law and enjoyed subverting social norms. Perfering to think of himself as a gentleman above society rather than within or below it.
His disregard for the law eventualy got him caught and deported. This ended his life of crime, but After the Mutiny he found himself with a golden opportunity to return the life he preferred. First he'd need to find a way deal with the other convicts though.

Vassus

 Name: David "Davey" Sven Haroldson
Age: 25
Physical Bio: A fair skinned Scandinavian, tall, but, for his family, unusually weak-looking. His thick, oily, chestnut hair feathering down his neck, his eyes never seeming to rest. His brown pants, and snow colored, fair-looking (stolen) shirt have taken a beating on the ship.

History: Davey was born a third-generation Norwegian immigrant to England, his grandfather fleeing for the same reason he would be sent off to Australia, two decades later: Thievery. His mother died young of pestilence, and his grandfather took the boy in when he was 9. By then, he had been thought by his mother what most little boys heard- "Be nice", "Keep safe", "Follow the rules". His grandfather made sure that Davey knew that the real rules weren't written down, and to only follow the laws when he thought he would get caught. His grandfather didn't unteach what the boy had already learned, he simply took him in a new direction.

He grew up soon enough, continuing his grandfather's legacy of theft. He was no simple thug, though. Unlike some, he was eager to join a gang. He made friends, and sped up the process by generosity. He gave up some of his share of food, in exchange for favor. Not enough so he would be pushed around, but enough to do something. He didn't want to go to the top though. He wanted second place.

"The man in charge is the first to hang, David Sven. Everybody is out to get the one on top, but that man is easy to hide behind, and I don't care what your friends say, the man who hides, is the one who lives." His grandfather told him that, and he stuck by it. He moved from gang to gang, but he was caught. After a short trial, he was thrown on the boat to Hell. when the mutiny struck, he gathered up his playing cards, and was quick to join whichever side was winning, happy to see that his light fingers wouldn't be holding a pickaxe as he mined...
E-Mail: radically.irrelevant@gmail.com

Did you know: "polish" is a word that completely changes it's meaning when you capitalize the first letter?

OldSchoolGamer

Looks good.  I'm starting the final countdown on this now.  The story will commence in 24 hours...if anyone else wants on board, now's the time.

Tackyhillbilly

Name: David Stratton
Age: 34

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David was born to the sea. To be more accurate, he was born to a Dockside Doxie and one of her numerous clients. He grew up commiting petty thefts, begging, and doing whatever else it took to get by in a city that didn't care about him, with a mother who could barely feed herself. He also grew up knowing his father was out on the Sea somewhere. He had resolved long ago to go to Sea. Maybe one day he could find his old man. And give the bastard the knife he deserved.

At 16, he signed onto a ship, and hasn't spent more then a month straight on land. In some 18 odd years, he reckons he's done most things that a man unable to afford a commission can do. He has no money put away, no life to look ahead to after the Sea. In the end, he believes he'll likely just end up dead in some dockside tavern, drunk to the gills if he is lucky. He's a man with no purpose, no hopes, just going where the wind takes him. Some men like that might be suicidal. But David seems to take a grim pleasure in stretching out his life, as if daring some event to take it from him.

It appears they lead him here. When the mutiny happened, David resolutely stood out of the way. He'd held his own against the Pirates, but most his aim was making sure he wasn't one of the corpses that ended up floating, rather then proving his daring. He was up in the riggings, doing repairs after the attack as the mutiny began, and there he stayed till it seemed like a good idea to come down. He's got no real loyalties to any of the Officers, or to be honest, anyone but himself. What he does have is the knowledge of 18 years of sailing knocking around in his head, and a sense that if he plays his cards right, there might be a fate other then being rolled out to the docks for a burial 'at sea' for him.

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Vassus

I don't believe so. I think we may just be waiting for more players, which is understandable.
E-Mail: radically.irrelevant@gmail.com

Did you know: "polish" is a word that completely changes it's meaning when you capitalize the first letter?

OldSchoolGamer


OldSchoolGamer

Well, make that in the next day or so.  Hit a bit of turbulence at work this week.

OldSchoolGamer


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OldSchoolGamer

Quote from: SGTDan on August 27, 2012, 09:25:47 PM
I wouldn't mind being a Marine

Sounds good.  Decide whether your character joined the mutiny or not, and flesh out your character.