Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20140113164833/@comment-3293219-20140113180821

--character creation form--

name: Caleb

race: Dunmer (Dark Elf)

gender: Male

age: 20s-30s

appearance: 1,2

weapons:  Duel cutlass

attire: (See appearance)

power(s): Ancestor's wrath/resist fire.

item(s): Mini crossbow: A miniaturised version of the crossbow, it fires small darts that are harmless. However, combined with a poison, the darts can be a very effective at long range. (Depending on the poison used) It is common that people can be shot and poisoned without realising it...

1 lotus extract: For his crossbow, he went through great lengths to obtain it, though his reasons for doing so are unknown.

Secret item: An item that he'll reveal later on in the story... (Don't worry, it's going to be of sentimental value, it's not like he has the Staff of Chaos hidden under his coat.)

resistances: Caleb has quite a strong willpower that means that he is able to look past pain that some might find debilitating, however, this is usually a temporary thing that only lasts as long as he's in combat and fighting for his life.

Caleb is also stronger than he looks, though he prefers quick fighting and using his wits, his strength does come in handy when fighting requires a more savage approach.

weaknesses: Caleb can often let his bitterness and rage get the better of him, in a fight, he may be prone to give into taunting.

bio/backstory: Caleb began sailing around his early twenties, nothing is known about his life prior to this but he sometimes lets a few details slip. Caleb is intelligent, an accomplished combatant and incredibly resourceful. Whoever he was, before his life on the sea, he was obviously well educated and had good teachers in all aspects of his life, however, many of Caleb's long term companions are distrustful of him.

Caleb is known to have sociopathic tendencies; he is brutal, ruthless and is no stranger to treachery and deceit. Caleb has managed to work his way up to 'first mate' of a strong group of pirates but this post isn't good enough for him and he's been planning to take over as captain for some time...

He just needs the right moment to strike...

--character creation form--

name: Kelzar

race: Argonian

gender: Male

age: 20s-30s

appearance: 1,2,3,4,5

weapons: Steel daggers.

attire: (See Appearance)

power(s): Water breathing.

Poison/disease immunity.

item(s): Kelzar keeps a pair of shackles in his pack to remind him of his origins. (see bio)

resistances: Poison/disease

weaknesses: Quick to anger in combat, usually lets his rage get the better of him, giving him brute strength, however, this can make him clumsy.

Injured knee from being beaten by his 'masters.'

bio/backstory: Kelzar was born a slave and he spent his entire life serving others until he was freed by Caleb. The two of them have stuck together ever since, Caleb is the only person that Kelzar is willing to trust and vice versa, it is unknown what Caleb could possibly own the argonian but he is often reminded of it, whenever Kelzar's position is questioned by those who see him as a lesser. Unlike Caleb he is illiterate, uneducated and he is unable to hide his psychopathic tendencies but Caleb sees these things as a positive, as he has a right hand man who won't outsmart him...)



==The Agro==





Caleb studied the map, dragging his ruler across the page while the rest of the crew drank and lusted over wart riddled tavern wenches from back home.

The dunmer had a disgust for all human life...

Whether they were Men, mer or beast, it didn't matter to him, he found all them to be pathetic animals that only driven by instinct. Well... everyone except Kelzar but he grew up a slave, he was never taught to lust over women or to crave poison, never taught the meaningless sentimental value of tradition.

As the pirate glanced over at his candle, he noticed that it was running out of wick, when it did they would collide with a thalmor vessel. He didn't tell anyone of course... why would he? Under the stress of running into a powerful foe, his captain would be distracted and Caleb could get that vital shot...

All of the planning, the many months spent with his ear pressed to the ground, listening out for every tremor and waiting for the earthquake... All of it was about to be worth it, Kelzar was at the helm if all was going to plan but even if the argonian had failed to drug the helmsman, lady luck was on his side. There was a dense fog around the sea of ghosts and not even a veteran could prepare themselves for this.

-tssssst- The wick had gone out, Caleb stood up and grabbed his swords, calmly waiting for the signal. He had to be in this room or it would look suspicious, he was orchestrating an accident and the only ones who will ever know will be him, Kelzar and that fool Sea Captain.