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Post by zero on Nov 26, 2017 12:46:19 GMT -5
There we go. Only after 20 million years was this put up.
Admiral Esen Albury / Known as Esen to the crew If you were to look at Esen's frame, with an average height and a swimmer's build, Esen doesn't seem very remarkable. His eyes and skin are the real reasons he stands out, at least in the English crowd. His eyes are an amber-brown and his skin is a rich caramel tone not normally found in the pale, light eyed English men. His hair is cut short and a dark black, but can become a shade lighter and a bit longer on stressful voyages. On his upper right arm, he has a small tattoo of a swallow. Small nicks speckle his hands, feet, and limbs. One dark pink scar arches across the right palm of his hand. He also has a collection of callous on both his hands and feet. As his role of a cartographer, he wears loose off-white pants and a simple brown shirt. He still carries the habit of not putting on his boots, so finding him barefoot is not a rare occurrence. He has one braided leather bracelet he is not seen without, though it might travel from wrist to wrist or appear around his ankle.
It's a bit short, but there is it.
@borderline
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Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2017 22:59:31 GMT -5
Captain Nikolaus Lao ; 36 years old Of German-Chinese origins, Nikolaus was born in Germany but later moved to Hong Kong with his father after his mother passed. It has always been rare to hear his first name; perhaps here and there with sailors who've known him since he was just a powder monkey, but not much past that. For the most part, he's either referred to as 'Lao' or 'Captain', and nothing else. He's a slender, lean-muscled man with a climber's build - standing at roughly 5'2'', he doesn't have the tallest physique but that doesn't matter, as he holds himself in a way that's fairly intimidating; he's a man who knows his purpose, and that in itself can be frightening. His skin is fair and he has a slender face with freckles dotting over his nose and cheeks, and his eyes are a rather keen grey colour, though his left iris is partially brown on the lower half. He has a small mole dotting underneath his right eye. Nikolaus' left ear is pierced, with three crimson feathers looped through. He wears fairly lightweight clothing and does not dress as flamboyant as he's learned a lot of captains do; instead, he wears loose black pants with the bottoms kept close to his calves with bandages, a neat white button-up (if he's going on land or it's cold, he'll wear a black and gold long coat, but he usually doesn't on ship), and calf-high boots that are rather sturdy and made for working and not show. Naturally, he wears his black leather tri-cornered hat; it's passed down by each captain before him, and has been through many years of wear and tear. He seems to be content to look like most of his crew save for the hat - he also wears a dark red scarf around his neck, though nobody knows why. There's no doubt that Nikolaus is a scarred man; a small cut goes through his right eyebrow, two slash over his jawline, and one goes through the middle of his lower lip. He also has many scars littering his torso and arms, and a couple over his legs; he is not scared to throw himself into a fight if he needs to.
i hope this is okay ^^
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Post by zero on Nov 27, 2017 17:13:55 GMT -5
He looks great. ^^
Do you want to start or should I?
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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2017 22:19:05 GMT -5
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Post by zero on Dec 3, 2017 17:13:42 GMT -5
This isn't the best. Sorry for that. Last week was busy and yesterday I had to help the family. So, this is the production of being tired and having little muse. )
Everything started out fine, as most things do. Nothing seemed to be amiss as he stepped on the ship of his rival - or rather, the real surprise here, the ship of his dead rival. Not a fun discovery to make. Especially when he was more than a swim away from port. He had considering jumping ship the second he saw the captain.
The captain might go by the same name as his predecessor, but those two were nothing alike. Not in the way they walked or spoke. This one did not have the harsh, commanding presence which made the old captain the scourge of the seas. This pirate was just a small fish in the barrel. Not worth Esen’s time. Not worth the days spend aligning his men and researching pirates. He was still a pirate, yes, but could have been taken down with part of Esen’s ships.
Still, something told Esen to wait. Wait and see what was going to happen. The route he was told to chart was not common. They weren’t hitting plantations or rich ship routes. If he had to guess, the captain was looking for something. A guess was enough for Esen. After all, he would have to get something from this venture or he would be meeting the streets next time he reported back.
A rough squeak splintered Esen's concentration. It was easy to find the offender. Golden eyes of the black feline glinted in the dim room. Esen cracked a smile as he watched the resident cat slowly approach. This was his first time seeing the creature, so he assumed it was new, like him. The real question was if the creature was a stowaway or brought on. They were claimed to be creatures of luck for the ship. To throw it over board would be considering ‘throwing away luck’. It would be a smart place for a cat to be. He wouldn’t be surprised if cats sought out ships now.
The cat meowed again, as if sensing Esen was getting lost in his thoughts away. A black tail swished back and forth. Another mew. The pupils were now slits as he watched the admiral. It reminded him of someone.
“Are you the captain now?” He asked jokingly. The feline seemed to take no amusement from his comment.
The cat’s gaze flickered to Esen’s meal. It was fish today with hunks of apples and some random carrots. The luxuries of the first week sailing. Something the cat could eat before every meal became pickled and rotten. Esen decided to not let the luck die. He tore off a piece of the fish and crouched down. The cat slowly made his way over to the male.
It happened quickly.
The cat was in front of him and then it was gone. Esen looked up to the desk to find the cat chomping down on his fish. Before he could protest, the feline was gone. So was his fish.
This wasn’t the best week for Esen.
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