Captain Jorrick (Yorírick) GatlingFormer Name:
Raider Captain Yan Zieg Ė The Horse SlayerA name bestowed upon the captain for his reputable strength. Stories say that when he swung a blade, he not only threw the enemy from his horse, but cut the mount asunder.Age:
Pirate Captain & King of the Sea and the ship Siren SongDistinguishing Traits:
No one knows the exact appearance of the infamous sea captain. There are many stories embellishing his size and feats. They say he devours fire, shits lightning, and wrestles with sea monsters. As accurate as those stories may be (jokes
), Gatlingís Naga heritage is as present in his blood as it is in his stature. The Captain stands roughly seven-feet with little body fat except in the most necessary of places. Heís as burly as an elm due to a high protein diet and wears a sturdy, black officerís jacket of hide, his captainís cap, and two katanas at his hip: Blood
. His trademark zanbato (zhan ma dao
) - the very weapon that gave him the title of Horse Slayer - Abaddon
is kept in his cabin. The blade resembles a shark tooth with serrated edges and is six-feet long. Besides those weapons, he is mostly seen using a cutlass and throwing stilettos.
Captain Gatling has short, black hair. He has an eye as black as a moonless night and the shells of his ears are lined with studs of precious stones. About his neck hangs a jeweled compass, one of the spoils he gathered on his raids. A linear map of the world is tattooed across his forearms. When he brings his forearms side-by-side, the map is shown in full. You want the most accurate map you've ever laid eyes on, just look at the captain's arms. Any new land, isle, danger, or geographical feature he's encountered, he adds to his personal map. On his back, a pictorial heís had since his time serving under the Nagas, the head of a red demon or perhaps a Naga, breathing fire upon an army.
When he was Yan Zieg, he lost his right eye during an assassination attempt. The arrow was meant to pierce through his eye into his brain, but hadnít quite made it that far. It is said when Yan recoiled from the pain of the arrow first entering his eye, that the jerking of his head threw the arrowís momentum. The removal of the arrow dislodged his eye and he has since replaced it with a pale-blue glass one. A scar extends over this eye from the highest point of his cheekbone to just beneath his brow and a second scar can be seen in a thin, horizontal cut beneath his left eye. He tends to keep a black eye patch, which bears the white skull of death over his right eye.Likes:
Grog, spirits (liquor
), women, sex, raiding, partying, drinking games, good insults and jokes, good fights, gold, treasure, his ship, and the freedom granted by the high seas.Dislikes:
Having his life dictated, grog shortages, and Nagabred.About:
A story of two lives. Yan Zieg was born to a whore by a mysterious gentleman. He was put into an orphanage and from there his indomitable and rebellious spirit manifested as he grew older. He was a small boy, and his small size made him the ass of many jokes and the target of bullying. When he reached the working age, many Naga warriors found him too small and unfit to even saddle their horses. Jobless and without a home, he lived the life of a street urchin. He, along with other orphans, picked the pockets of men and women, risking their lives for stealing from Naga-slayers was fatal if caught. One day, Yan was caught by a slayer who could have easily detached his small head from his shoulders. Unlike the others who had succumbed to death when caught, the Naga Slayer looked into his eyes and to this day, Yan doesnít know what the warrior had seen. He was spared, but not without consequence. The man with his knife, cut his face just beneath his left eye. The scar would remind him of his first death. For the warrior believed that a man died many times before the ground took him in.
Yan worked as the warriorís servant, keeping his blades sharp and clean, his armor buffed, and he performed other duties that often times seemed pointless and only for his masterís amusement. He had to move rocks, which soon led to boulders, and was often humiliated, pulling the warriorís carriage like a mule. When his masterís sword brothers would visit, he was ridiculed and beaten when they were drunk. The stress of his new life made him flee, and he hadnít gotten far. After two days of freedom, his master found him. Yan was shocked to see that he had gone through the trouble of tracking him down. His master knocked him out and returned him to his home. When he came to, his master gave him his next task, and that had been the last straw. To this day, there hadnít been a man he wanted to kill so badly. That night when his master slept, Yan crept into his room and sought to kill him in his sleep. His master woke before he could render the killing strike, and the two wrestled for half an hour. They fought until the house was a mess and until their limbs were too weak to keep them steady. Enraged and exhausted, Yan was determined to fight that man until his last breath, and what had ended the fight was a mere statement of praise, ďAbout time.Ē
Yanís master was Saladin Bishop, The Three-Star Swordsman
known for his three sword technique. In battle, if ever he was disarmed, he trained himself to work with any blade he could find, and would normally be seen carrying no more than three blades. The lesson behind his oppression was if Yan was going to be a bitch, then he would die like one. But because Yan finally decided to kill his oppressor that he learned what it was to be a true warrior and that warriors served themselves. From that day, Saladin taught Yan everything he knew. Yan didnít hit his growth spurt until he was sixteen, having grown quite massive from the runt he had been before. Under his masterís tutelage, he became strong and joined the Naga Army to serve alongside him. Yan excelled and even earned his own name in battle, being known as the Horse-Slayer.
Though the Naga boast of their numerous victories, there were cases where the clan became too full of itself and faced defeat. In the first defeat that ever occurred in his service, Yan lost his master. A Nagabred had ripped him apart before his eyes. When the army managed to capture the creature, the king had changed his policy. Instead of slaying the creatures, they would enslave them and use them like their previous enemies had done. Infuriated by the changes, in the next battle, Yan disappeared. No one is certain what happened to him, but the rumor was he had died, having succumbed to an end that left him indistinguishable when his body was found. His masterís wisdom led for Yan to live for himself. He cut his once flowing and long black hair. He left behind anything that affiliated him with the Naga, taking only his weapons that bore time, history, and represented the warrior he truly was. He sought to get away from his home. With a new name, he started aboard a merchant ship, and from there, the legends of the Pirate King would follow.
The captain isnít as ruthless as the stories claim. He gets stowaways and he only keeps the ones that are useful, while he feeds the ones deemed useless to the sharks. He enjoys living free of the worries of war, politics, and all that scuttle of shit that has nothing to do with anybody but those arguing. He raids towns and villages regardless of kingdom and explores unexplored regions and isles seeking treasure. Every now and then, his ship will encounter a rivaling enemy, and like so many, heíll take the wenches and the riches and leave the ship like a rubber ducky in a bathtub until the sea claims the casket. The captain firmly believes that there isnít a fight he canít win, whether it be naval or physical. Death is the only defeat, and because heís still alive, he hasnít lost.
The greatest thing about the rumors and legends that surround his name, is that he can walk amongst the people, and they'll never know who he is at first glance. This has allowed him to walk freely into towns who have bounties on his head, drain their bars, bed their women, and leave with the same smile he walked in with. He's intimidating when the mood calls for him to be, but he's mostly laid-back with a pride that can't be tarnished. Good fights, good jokes, good drinks, gold and good women that's what he lives for.Habits: Many bad habits
: hocking loogies, scratching his nuts or just adjusting down there in public, belching, farting, digging in his ears, playing with his glass eye...he has a sailor mouth, grooms with any sharp object, and uses his fist to solve many problems he deems too unnecessary for his brain to bother with. He isnít against hitting a woman unless sheís too pretty to make ugly. Plain and simple, donít ever invite him to a dinner at the level of etiquette of the Iredale House. He makes etiquette look like a big joke.Skills:Excellent Navigator
: The captain knows the ocean like the back of his hand. He is attuned with the changes in weather and with his flesh map and compass can navigate his ship on a starless night. At times, his glass eyes acts as a magnifying glass. He'll remove it and place it over the fine print or image he's trying to better scrutinize.Naval Warfare
: He wasnít given the title of Pirate King by being a son and heir. The captain earned the title by working at it, destroying all of his rivals over the years. He went from just sailing a merchant ship to a royal battle ship, royal because he took one as a prize from the Iredale Navy. Rather than sink it, he claimed it and put the survivors overboard. To this day, he uses it as a mockery to Iredale's naval power.Swordsmanship
: Though he has two other weapons at his hip, the captain is rarely seen using any weapon besides his cutlass. If the captain can take anyone with his cutlass, then thatís about as far as their skills got them. If ever heís forced to throw aside his cutlass to use Blood & Tears, then no longer will his opponent be battling Captain Gatling but Raider Captain Yan Zieg.Big & Sturdy
: You're talking to a man that can sever a horse in half with a blade. He's not only strong, but a light-weight individual may find him hard to take down. His thick muscles and hard head can absorb many blunt strikes with mild consequences: chairs, table legs, glass bottles (as seen from his many bar brawls). If you aren't packing something just as stubborn and blunt, then you may be barking up the wrong tree. Pick your fights wisely, the captain can lay a fool out.Brawler
: Without his blades, the captain is primarily a brawler. He'll use what's around him as a weapon and will even play dirty such as crotch-punches, sand or drink in the eyes; a fight is a fight and if his opponent can't handle the realism behind it, then they need to take defeat with a tight ass. His style mostly revolves around his strength, moving less, absorbing strikes in exchange that he can lay a hand on his opponent as a consequence. Don't let him grab you, he can cripple a man with his strength alone.Foreign Language
: Heís not fluent but heís picked up languages from his journeys for the purpose of trade and negotiation.Violin
: He plays violin! Drinking
: The captain is a man with an iron stomach. He can drink many a man or woman under the table. He has drank grog from several different nations, islands, and tribes and has lived to talk about each one. He loves a good drinking game.