Themesongs:
Basic Information
Name: "Marooned" Mick O'Malley
Aliases: None yet!
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: 25
Profession: Sailor/ Navigator
Faction: None known
Accent: Common, accent (Mix betwixt Irish-like/ Cockney)
Physical Information
Height: 1m82
Weight: 75 Kilograms
Body build: Lean, toned.
Skin type: Rough
Hair style: Ponytail, brown
Eyes: Bright blue
Skin: Caucasian.
Body-markings: His right arm is covered in a coloured "sleeve" that consists of a raging sea, a portrayal of Umberlee shrieking in rage, whilst the right side of his arm reveals a sinking ship, the inner part of his arm reveals fishing ships with plentiful catch of fish.
His back sports a tattoo of a Brig, Ballistae firing. A banner underneath states: "Loose lips, sink ships"
Class and Likely Development: Swashbuckler/Rogue/Duelist
Presentation:
Whilst not unattractive, the man carries himself with a crude and odd behaviour to some. Charismatic, is what he most certainly is -not-.
Gear
Mick sports a simple looking rapier with Swept Hilt. At times he wears a red bandana.
His clothes are simple and often have stains of Ale on them, or...blood.
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Flaming catapult projectiles hurled, wood splintered and men shrieked in pain once a fireball from enemy catapult blew up the hold of the "Impolite Knave".
Mick felt the water hit him in the back...a crude awakening as he slowly realised he was sinking and glanced up as he sank deeper and deeper underwater, watching volleys of ballistae arrows transpire above him. Adrenaline kicked in which caused him to struggle his way back up to the surface. He clung onto wooden board as he coughed up water and grunted.
He should have known better...three thousand for a simple rum run back and forth as navigator? it surely sounded too good to be true from the get-go, but hey, coin was coin, innit? As soon as he saw "The Grail of Anger" in the distance, he knew they were in trouble.
With the strength he had left, he paddled himself away from the carnage towards land. A deserted Island...
Days and nights passed. He was lucky there was some wildlife to hunt and eat...along with some plants that appeared edible. Juice of coconut sustained him, fluid wise, along with some moss on back of stones or on bark.
Sollitude began to gnaw at his sanity...so with nothing to loose, Mick attempted to salvage what remants had washed ashore. A make-shift flotsam was constructed after a gallow's meal. Mick was certain he was not going to survive this venture...and not a single drop of rum to dull himself...
He was lucky when a fishing boat caught sight of him and pulled him out of the water.
"Jus' sit tight, lad. Lucky ta be alive eh? We can get ya's as far as tha gate, then yer on yer own!"
And so it happened...with soggy boots, soaked clothing and next to nothing in his pocket.
The former navigator sat down and emptied his boots of water, his keen mind trying to figure out a way to at least survive another day
Goals: To find his way with a crew, work his way back onto his feet again and exact vengeance.
Possible hooks: Clearly, his venture was a set up. Perhaps the cargo was not rum at all, but something else. If anything, Mick is not pleased and wants wishes revenge or at least a way to get even with Captain and Crew of the Grail of Anger ( I have names etc on back up, but a DM can go carte-blance on me if they like!)
(( Anything goes on this character. He likey will attempt to seek fellow pirates/ sailors to find a new purpose with)
