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Post by Gold on Jul 18, 2017 1:45:08 GMT -5
(Well, took me long enough >~> )
Sylvain Kochman ~ The Bosun 33 ~ Male ~ German ~ Currently serving aboard the Tempest Description~ Sylvain is a bit on the short side, standing at 5'6", but his otherwise large build is perfect for the rigging and climbing he is required to do on a daily basis. His hair is a closely-cut muddy-looking brown, and contrasted by bright blue eyes. No matter how often he shaves, his face is seemingly plagued by a 3 o'clock shadow at all times. Due to not being an official part of the British navy, his uniform tends to differ from standard issue, but does still signify him as the third mate. Most notably, Sylvain always has his black slouch hat back from when he was a Jaeger. Personality~ An incredibly practical, grounded, and strong-willed man, but laden with cynicism and grim humor. Sylvain has proven himself time and time again to be a capable combatant and commander, managing to find a balance between patience and caution, and seizing the moment. Although he is certainly very jaded, Sylvain occasionally demonstrates a soft, sensitive side and shows that he tends to know more about what's happening than he lets on. Alliance ~ English Position in Alliance ~ Third Mate of the Tempest Choice of Weapon(s) ~ Guns guns guns, and he is a deadly shot with them. Sylvain is even more comfortable reaching for his prized Jaeger rifle (different from a musket) than a sword in a hand-to-hand fight, and is more than capable of utilizing it in a close combat situation. He insists on keeping it on his person, but does have a bayonet-knife for trickier situations. Relationships (Family/Lover/Crush)~ SOMETHING. SOMEONE. LONG AGOOOO... History~ Sylvain Kochman has unique qualifications, to say the least, but they ultimately made him attractive enough to be commissioned to serve aboard the Tempest. Sylvain, at a young age, attended a prestigious military academy in Switzerland, before beginning his commission in the Hessian army. First and originally, he was a Jaeger, or a crack skirmisher/marksman. Sylvain proceeded to participate in nearly every war in the German states between 1700 and 1710, officially or otherwise, and even being rented to fight in the Tuscarora War in the New World. The last named conflict finally ended up taking its toll on Sylvain, however -- he finished his commission after leaving the colonies, and inexplicably took up sailing instead. That is, until he was given an offer he couldn't refuse by his previous enployers, the English. Godfrey
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Post by Fire on Cloud Nine on Jul 18, 2017 6:53:23 GMT -5
OOC: Here probably horrible.XD Ugh sometimes I just don't pay attention to what I write...
Welcome Godfrey!
IC: As she tried to back up Chase took a small step back, but didn't move other then that. Instead he just put a hand on her shoulder while he got his spear from his back, just in case. When she gave him the look to take care of this he gave a devious smirk and nodded. Quietly he moved around her and faced the man, who obviously hadn't noticed him yet. He used that to his advantage and rushed at him. He swung the bottom of the spear, hitting the man under his chin and ripping his head back violently, as he hoped to knock him out...or break his neck, whichever came first really.
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Post by Gold on Jul 18, 2017 20:10:37 GMT -5
So, any suggestions where Sylvain can jump in? .w. )
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Post by Fire on Cloud Nine on Jul 18, 2017 20:16:39 GMT -5
OOC: I can probably make a random crew member? Maybe without a form (unless I want to keep her).
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Post by Gold on Jul 18, 2017 20:38:00 GMT -5
I thought he was in prison? I am out of the loop |D )
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Post by Fire on Cloud Nine on Jul 18, 2017 20:41:49 GMT -5
OOC: Sounds good to me. Also no Godfrey everyone's escaped and are all back at the ship...apart from Chase and Zenobia.XD
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Post by Gold on Jul 18, 2017 21:39:58 GMT -5
I will roleplay if there is some guarantee that there will be shenanigans >w> )
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Post by Fire on Cloud Nine on Jul 18, 2017 21:42:04 GMT -5
OOC: This is Masters of the Sea, there's always shenanigans.XD
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Post by sweetclover1 on Jul 18, 2017 22:58:38 GMT -5
Santiago flinched lightly at the stern tone, swallowing for a moment and glancing away, barely catching the soft end of the sentence. He did, though, and turned his attention back to Fletcher. He took a deep breath, already set on figuring out what had happened and he reached out his hand and intertwined it with the Englishmans reluctant ones. "You know, it helps when you talk about it," He said quietly, and from the tone of his voice it sounded like he had experience on this matter. He was worried for Fletcher, honestly, because of the tone in the others voice. It had to be the reason why he was so cold to others, and he wanted to know what it was.
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Post by Gold on Jul 18, 2017 23:03:53 GMT -5
Sylvain let himself drop from the ship's rigging with a loud grunt -- his standing orders were to "watch for those pirate blighters and-slash-or explosions, because God knows that trouble always follows in their wake at port, why do we even go into port if we get thrown into jail and these things happen? Only to get more pirates, of course." ... It was a set of orders that were slightly embellished with personal opinions. Nevertheless, he opted to keep himself busy instead of standing around, hence why he had been several dozen feet in the air checking knots and such. But the riggers and midshipmen did them jobs, so there wasn't really anyone to yell at about anything... For now.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Jul 19, 2017 0:34:56 GMT -5
"Did he find out about your relationship?" He asked, allowing the other to play with his fingers. His eyes were halfway closed, although he was still listening carefully to the story. He'd always been an attentive listener, and he wanted to figure out how he could help Fletcher. He squirmed a little bit on top of the mans lap, flinching in pain as the now red bandages were checked.
"I-It's fine, Fletcher, its fine," He murmured, trying to swat away the hands that were checking him, leaning against the hand on the middle of his back.
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Post by Gold on Jul 19, 2017 1:12:00 GMT -5
He did notice Alaric, of course, with him being all up in the way of everything -- it annoyed him, definitely. He even knew it was Alaric, but Sylvain knew of a rigger amongst the crew that had seemed to have an uncanny resemblance to the man... "Mr. Robinzon!" he called towards the pirate. "Why aren't you checking ze rigging? Get to it, man!" Nevermind that he had literally just done that.
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Post by Gold on Jul 19, 2017 1:14:31 GMT -5
(Fletcher has been re-assigned to Antarctica (figurative)? Kek, I had this whole notion that this was a secretly-funded expedition and everything.)
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Post by Gold on Jul 19, 2017 1:23:06 GMT -5
(... Typing these all on my phone and then seeing the mistakes I missed makes me angry |D)
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