Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5320677-20140202210954/@comment-5583506-20140219024643

Hamsterlampglade wrote: Lazarus Grimm wrote: (And along comes a spider... But awaiting approval...)

Name: Maximilian De Raque A.K.A. the Black Duke

Age: 47

Race: Breton

Height: 6 ft

Appearence: Long ash grey hair, goatee, moustache, stern faced, pale eyes (one of them is replaced with a glass eye).

Armor: A black trenchcoat embroidered with silverlined decorations, a falconer's gauntlet on his left arm, black boots, grey leather pants, white silken shirt, rings of silver on his fingers and a golden neckchain.

Heirloom: A rifle named "the Headsman"

Pets: A falcon named Ahriman

Affiliation: Unknown

Power: Unknown

Bio: Not much is known of the Black Duke save for the rare facts that he appeared in the piracy records for the first time almost thirteen years ago as the commander of the Alexander, a warship engineered for silence, stealth and nightly surprise attacks. Some say that he was some broken Breton noble who ended up in the wrong company and took to piracy in order to restore his lost family fortune, while others say that he became a pirate out of his free will mainly because he enjoyed the thrill of ending lives. His motives are unclear as he attacks relentlessly at random, and often without mercy, earning him the title of being "a loose cannon". (Approved...this isn;t the rapist is it?)

(No. You can feel completely safe. :) He is not a rapist, however he is not an all that nice guy... all I can say is that he does play an important part in Claire's story)

The Alexander swept fast and silent through the clouds. Her lanterns were not lit and the machineries beneath her hull didn't make a sound. It was as if she was a ghost, as if she never existed. But yet there was a melodious sound coming from the deck. He loved to play lute in the middle of the night and although he couldn't really explain what felt so special about this particular night, he had a hunch that something was going to happen.

"Commander", said Flynt, a beast of a man with a physical structure like a wall. "A ship has been spotted beneath us."

Maximilian raised an eyebrow and instead contiued to play on the lute. "Ships are always beneath us. Any particular reason why you are bothering me with these news, Flynt?"

Flynt took a deep breath to hold his pride back from responding. "It looks bigger than a common trading vessel, commander."

The Black Duke rose up from his resting place at the steering wheel and tucked his lute away as he whistled. His falcon Ahriman came with binoculars in its clutches and dropped it in his open hand. He stroke the bird along the head and then gazed down on the ship far below them.

"Not bad", said Maximilian. "Not bad at all. It's almost sad that are cargo holds are all full. But let's tread lightly for now. Tell the crew to stop the engines and let us remain behind the clouds for a while and watch them make the first move. I want to know who could possibly be the owner of such a magnificent ship."