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[Spammich]

Name: Caroline "Cut Throat" McCormick
Nicknames: Is known as Cara to very close friends, so only her first mate, Trey, Saigo, and especially Polly can refer to her as Cara.
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 140
Status: Captain of the Howling Gale
Favored tools: Bolas, Whip, and Rapier
General skills: General Duties of a Captain and well as the ability to mend sails like no other.
Supernatural skills: knows how to climb not only the ratlines but also the sails themselves without leaving any holes whatsoever.
Equipment: Necklace with a coin on it, the spoils of her first plunder as a pirate aboard Treys ship.
Physical description: Blonde hair and crystal blue eyes. She is very curvy and has endowments the size of cannon balls. She has scars from battles the largest one being below her naval, a wound from a battle that has left her barren. She has four tattoos both on her right arm bearing the names of her closest friends so as to never be without them (Trey, Saigo, Polly and the name of her first mate). She wears a very short skirt and boots that rise to her knees, she wears a mans baggy shirt that hangs slightly over her skirt , and uses a scarf over that shirt as a blet for holding her rapier.

Personality: She is intoxicatingly sweet and loyal to comrades, but is like a monster in the guise of a beautiful woman to enemies. She is very methodic and usually comes out ahead when her ship is faced with battles because she knows the ability of her crew and won't waste their lives to the deep when running is easily done.

History: She started off as a crewmember of Trey's when she was 16 and became his friend a close friend of his. She was a very bad fighter when she first started and was constantly trying to be heroic causing her to become barren when trying to stop Saigo from being killed by the captain of another ship. She learned very fast after that and one day decided to go off on her own and start her own crew which is made entirely of girls and women who wanted to escape lives as whores and slaves on the mainland.

Image: there will be a drawing in the future.

[Trey]

Name: Dahlia Cooper
Nicknames: Dahl
Race: Brittish
Gender: Female
Age: Twenty Six
Height: Five feet three inches
Status: Lead Surgeon aboard The Howling Gale, the one everyone goes to when questioning what to do in a medical situation.

Favored tools: Surgical box and her 'Surgeon's bible'.

General skills: General sailor skills used to keep a boat aloft and moving, very able as a Surgeon.

Physical description: Dahlia keeps her mid-back length blonde hair up neatly in a bun, most of the time. Yet the wind usually causes several strands to go awry and toy with her vision. Two brown eyes keep a sharp look upon the happenings of the crew she works with, eager to fix any minor injury before it becomes something much worse.

Personality: Dahlia is a very kind and compassionate healer, working to help anyone she can. She also is very confinant in her skills and takes charge over any medical crisis. When medical aid is needed, she is loud, sure of herself, and very demanding. She is always up for suggestions, but is very sharp and nasty to anyone who questions her medical means, for questioning what you are doing could be the push between someone`s life or death.

History: Dahlia was born and raised in Britan. When she was fifteen, her father married her to a promising young lad, currently only seven years older than herself. The boy, Nicolas Marion, had recently enrolled in Oxford in order to study the latest medical discoveries and become a Doctor.

Too busy to spend much time together, Dahlia rarely had a chance with her new-found husband to procreate, and when he was home, he was always studying. Dahlia was keen on his studies, and every day she would finish her work around the house with enough time to read his surgical books. The housewife picked up on the realm of medicine quickly, and soon the man found that Dahlia was asking him more and more about his stuides at the table. After a few weeks of very knowledge ridden questions, Nicolas discovered that his wife had been keeping up with him on his profession.

After his wellfound discovery, he was soon drafted into the British navy, their need for surgeons rising with the current war they often had with Spain. Though the war lasted a very short while, Dahlia never saw Nicolas again.

Nicolas DID return home, however. Shorty after Nicolas had departed, Dahlia caught wind of a ship that had docked and was making quite a rucus. Aparently The Howling Gale, for that was the ship's name, was crewed entirely by women. She had quickly made her way down to the docks and introduced herself as an aspiring Surgeon. Dahlia has been with them ever since.

[Clover]

Name: Evelyn Maire Araby
Nicknames: Evie, Eve, Maire, Araby, Heartless Bitch if she's upset.
Race: Human
Gender: Chick, last time she checked.
Age: 23
Height: 5'1
Weight: About 110. People have called her 'delicate'. They've also recieved bullets between their eyes for their trouble.
Status: First mate of the 'Howling Gale'
Favored tools: Three flintlock pistols given from an unknown benefactor and affectionately called the 'Earth', the 'Air' and the 'Fire'; also a skilled brawler.
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General skills: General First-Mate duties; Physically, she's rather agile, and a deadly, and quick, shot with her pistols. She's also a rather talented fiddler.
Supernatural skills: No overt talents or supernatural gifts--but she is extremely intuitive, and it rarely seems to steer her wrong. She's also has a strong streak of Irish mysticism.
Equipment: Nothing on her; has a small St Christopher's Medal, as well as a rosary dedicated to the Morrigan.
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Physical description:
Evelyn is Irish in the tradition of the Pixie. Tiny and bird-boned, she looks as if a stiff breeze could knock her over. As a matter of fact, a stiff gale often will, which is rather unfortunate as she has a distinct liking for stormy weather.
Petite in frame and light in weight, she is light on her feet and agile--but what she gains in agility, she loses in womanly curves. Being so small, she occasionally passes for a much younger girl, which can come in handy on occasion; normally, when hiding in plain sight from less-then-friendly pursuit.
She has curly, firecracker red hair and gray-green eyes. The hair she cuts viciously short, and then leaves loose. Her hair, incidentally, is her one concession to vanity.

She has a few scars, some of which she earnt in battle, and one, slashing down her arm, that she got after a night out on the town.
The exact circumstances are known to her alone, but its widely rumoured that Little Evie, masquerading as a man, ended up in a bed with two sisters-- who, upon finding out the next morning, were understandably unamused at the farce, and exacted their literal pound of flesh.

Personality:
Evelyn is the poster-girl for the sarcy Irish wench.
Pintsized and delicate-looking, she makes up for her size with a murderously quick temper, a vinegared tongue, and a compendium of swear words that have made seasoned whoremasters blush.
She first appears to be flighty and easily-distracted, but should one manage to get underneath the veneer, it's obvious that Evelyn is actually in the possession of a remarkably mature head on her shoulders. Good thing, too, as she's managed to somehow claw her way up to the position of First Mate.

Despite her itinerant maturity, Evelyn is what would be politely termed a 'good-time girl'; in that she enjoys her free evenings to the fullest. She also has a rather notable vice-- for one, she tends to take lovers indescriminate of gender, and secondly, she tends to work through families.
Which can, naturally, cause a few problems for her the morning afterwards.

History:
Evelyn is a daughter of the waves, born and bred.
Her father was a fisherman and a sailor off the coast of Carndonagh in Ulster County, Ireland. Her mother was a fisherman's wife, with all that entailed.
With a large family and a small spending purse, life at home was rough, and often, dinners consisted of a hearty dish of Do-Without.
When she was old enough, she started to work, mending and sewing and doing the wash for pennies. When the son of her land lady pinched her bottom and paid her a tuppence for the priviledge, she went along with it.
When the daughter of the landlady offered her three shilling for a little bit more, Evelyn knew she had found her new profession, and took the money.

Later, having well and truely exhausted all options--and pockets-- in the little county town, Evelyn packed her little belongings and set about on her journey to the Big Island; Great Britain.
Though she had the Eireman's distaste for the country, she was nevertheless an astute buisnesswoman, and realized there was more money to be made.
As an independent whore, she was able to set her own prices--often just passage out of the latest town she'd sidetripped into. Eventually making it to Britain, she heard rumors of a woman's only ship. Finding the idea novel and rather amusing, she went down to the docks, and got herself hired.

The rest, as they say, is history.

Note: Evelyn has recently suffered a bit of a traumatic experience. During the storm in the Cantabrian Sea, she was washed overboard resulting in damaged hands and a rather nasty realization that she stopped swimming of her own voilition. Had Saigo's timely intervention not occured, she would have simply allowed herself to drown; this naturally sits poorly on her sense of pride.
This combined stimuli has resulted in the onset of Acute Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, and she will thus be played accordingly.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Post-traumatic_stress_disorder
Fourth paragraph down defines symptoms of the disorder.

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Song: "Shameless" --Ani DiFranco
"Just gimme your skeleton/ Gimme the skin its in/
Baby, this is you, according to me/
I never avert my eyes/ I never compromise/
So never mind, no nevermind, the poetry."

[lor344]

Name: Kathrine
Nicknames: Mouse >.o
Race: French
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Height: 5' 7"
Weight: 100-110...she's pretty skinny >_>
Status: Stowaway/temorary surgeon/exslave

Favored tools: Silver edged dagger...or anything she can get her hands on. Not that she ever fights

General skills: Cleaning, obeying orders, staying out of trouble(for the most part)

Equipment: the clothes on her back, and her dagger

Physical description: She is very pale, more so than is healthy, and average height I suppose. Her face is unflawed but she is dirty all over due to stowing away and whatnot... Her hair is that of a raven color, going down to about her midback with a soft wave which looks more like a mass of tangles now. Her eyes are almond shaped and a saphire hue. On her ankles and wrists are shadows of where shakles once were for every time she went to the market, but she is rather ashamed of them. Her flesh is rather unscathed, the part that is visible, but her back is very very scared with one particularly fresh and greusome wound. But I want to describe it when its discovered cause thats one of my favorite parts >:3

Personality: She is quiet usually, thoughtful, pensive...really quite boring to be around. She has a bunch of emotional and physical scarring and blah blah blah, cliched and whatnot. You know how it goes.

History: Well, she was born in France into slavery, a sort of underground thing. She spent the first 7 or so years working alongside her mother but one day she was sold off to another 'master' and Kathrine was left on her own. So she worked for that master for a while, he was kind enough. She would have to clean for him and look pretty at his parties for he was very wealthy and occassionally aid with pleasurable favors but for the most part it was a good life as far as slavery went. But then he passed away when she was around 16 and she was sold off to a more controlling master. He gave her regular lashings on her unscathed back just for 'remembrance' as he put it but after the last most recent wound she ran away in the night. After a two day journey to the nearest port town she hopped onto the first ship she saw and never looked back.

[sigmarie]

Name: Aureliano.
Nicknames: Ruy Cid.
Race: Human, mulatto (mix of black man and Indian woman.)
Gender: Male.
Age: Late 20's.
Height: 6' 8.
Weight: 72 Kg/158 pounds (IE, lanky).
Status: Sailor-slacker-goof.

Favored tools: Throwing knives, his hands.
General skills: Good at throwing things (and hitting the intended target - generally), knows his way around a ship.
Supernatural skills: To get lost in a straight corridor (that's not part of his ship), to survive (given his usual absent-minded-ness, it is a supernatural skill).
Equipment: Knives and generally sharp'n'pointy things he sees and keeps. ...his body odor? Mighty weapon, if I ever saw smelled one.

Physical description: Shoulder length, dread-locked black hair, black eyes and dark colored skin - not black, but darker than olive. Lanky body type, seems half starved half of the time. Scars here and there, mostly by-products of his own clumsiness. He's lanky and awkward, arms and legs too long, but when given enough motivation - say, potential death threat, or strict Captain orders - and he's quite agile on his feet. He's got his 'name' tattooed on his back, above his shoulder blades and a string of Latin down his left forearm - but he doesn't actually know what it says. His clothes are nothing fancy, a pair of breeches, boots, a white - or at least, it was originally white - shirt and a stolen red coat.

Personality: A slacker and absent-minded sailor who can barely keep himself alive on his own without orders to follow. He's obsessively loyal to the Captain of his ship, but not to the ship itself, thus he changes his alliances according to the situation. However, he will defend and protect his Captain with his life, if the situation calls for it, and so as long as the Captain remains his Captain. Lazy to a fault, he's known for sleeping through a typhoon and a battle and not care particularly after he wakes up. Rather a coward, he prefers to run or hide than outright confront attackers, unless he's specifically ordered too. Unsteady on his own feet, he prefers to watch from afar and cheer on the winning team. A weasel that will look out for his own good, he's following Trey more for the sake of adventure - contradictory as it would seem - than for glory. He yearns to be recognized as a hero, but since being a hero is rather complicated and tends to lead to an early grave, he prefers to seek acknowledgment among pirates. He prefers to ambush than to fight fair, and he's as incapable of wielding a sword as he is of leading a ship. A follower, rather than a leader, he does whatever he's told to do, with little thought for morals. He loves the sea, though, and will do whatever necessary to remain sailing. He has no morals to speak of, and no reservations when it comes to orders. The only constant in his life is his honor and bound duty to his Captain - he will kill with no remorse, if his Captain or source of authority is disrespected. He firmly believes that a sailor should be devouted to his Captain, and people who fail to see this - or show clear insobordination before him - tend to find a knife - or five - embedded in their flesh, half the time fatally. He doesn't value past alliances - or even present - and will honor nothing but his Captain word.

History: Born Aureliano in an off-shore rundown town, a few miles away from "La Rica Villa de la Vera Cruz" in New Spain, when he was a young boy, he heard the old story of the Cid as it was being told to some Spaniard children. Inspired by the hero, he decided to become one and left the town, taking a place in a merchant ship. He changed his name, taking the one of his hero, albeit awkwardly. He learned to sail and took the scorn from the crew rather stoically, but very quickly, though, he realized being a hero was not all that was chalked up to be, instead opting to become a pirate. He tattooed his name on his back - in his mind, so that his enemies would know who was walking away from their corpses, in reality so that whomever he pisses off knows who to kill - and a verse of the Dies Irae, though this last bit unknowingly. He thought the Latin was a spell of some sort to protect him from harm's way, but it seems to work as a jinx. Or maybe it's the fact he's halfway ataxic and not very clever without orders to follow. His first pirate captain drilled into him that a sailor is only good as long as he obeys, up to the point he tends to stand by idly, watching almost disinterestedly, unless a higher authority comes around and sets him to work. He's a natural sharp-shooter, but a very poor swordsman, and a very poor everything else as well. When pirates began searching for the Black-eyed serpent, he began hopping around ships, trying to get into a crew that looks 'successful' and along the way ended up in Trey's ship. He developed a habit of sneaking into the storage room to 'nap' between work, and can be usually be found snoring between crates or wandering around the ship, walking aimlessly. He's a bit nearsighted, and though this doesn't seem to stop his throwing ability, it tends to lead him to walk straight onto walls or door frames, usually when he's distracted about something - which is often. Some time before he joined the Truthless crew - and sworn loyalty to Trey - Ruy killed a shipmate as they drank on deck, when the man half jokingly said they should mutiny on their Captain for more rum. Without batting an eyelash or letting the others react, the poor man found himself with a knife completely sank between his eyes. The Captain of the ship - the Cygnus - asked him to leave afterwards, quite unnerved by the show of loyalty, and not entirely sure he could deal with such a man. Ruy resents him slightly and no longer considers him a worthy Captain.

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[sigmarie]

Name: María Estefanía Nuñez Guzman viuda de Ortiz.
Nicknames: Fanny (in the Howling Gale), The Great Shark of the Cantabrian Sea (before joining the Howling Gale).
Race: Pureblooded Spaniard.
Gender: Female.
Age: 39.
Height: 6'1
Weight: Not telling, but she's thin enough to pass off as a man at first glance.
Status: Second Mate of the Howling Gale, former Captain of the Red Dawn.

Favored tools: Four different swords:
a Backsword (upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/0/0b/MuseeMarine-sabreOfficer-p1000451.jpg),
a Rapier
(upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/f/ff/Rapiere-Morges-2.jpg),
an Ida
(www.dogonart.com/Auction/ItemImgs/pf5068c.jpg)
and a Scimitar
(upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/7/79/Talwar_Hind%C3%BA_SXVII.jpg);
as well as a whip and a pistol.
General skills: Fairly capable with the whip, knowledgeable on navigation charts and to a lesser extent swordplay.
Supernatural skills: A sixth sense when people lie or seem to be lying.
Equipment: Fanny always carries the fours swords on her person and a lock of her son's hair.
Physical description: Short, light brown hair that has been bleached light blond with the sun, with a few white hairs in there. Her skin is tanned by the sun, with freckles and dark spots appearing on her originally white skin. [If piracy doesn't kill her, I bet you my ass skin cancer will.] Her eyes are a clear, very intense blue. Her clothes are a very peculiar ensable of English Navy issued white pants, Spaniard boots, a long sleeved, Arab styled blouse tinted a blue-ish purple and a wide wing hat. Fanny is tall, thin, tanned and vicious. The left side of her face is disfigured by three scars: one that runs from the corner of her eye to her mouth and two that cross it perpendicularly. She was branded a pirate on her left forearm, but bears a tattoo of her family coat of arms set aflame on her back.

Personality: Fanny, as she's known aboard the Gale, is a cold, calculative woman who remains silent unless it's absulutely necessary. Speaking in a low, silbant hiss, she's tends to scold and look down at younger girls in the crew, simply because she thinks they're far too naive. To put it bluntly, she hates the world, and the people who inhabit the world, in equal measure and without any clear distinction. Her only reason to be aboard the Gale is for her to chase after death as she thinks she deserves it, at the sea. Her true loyalty is to the sea, but for someone who traded life as a Captain to become Second Mate, Fanny is extremely well adapted; she respects her Captain and First Mate, but dislikes them all the same. However, she will fight for her ship, to keep the crew alive and under wraps, simply because she doesn't think they deserve the glorious death that can be obtained at the sea.

History: Estefanía was an orphaned noble woman that was engaged and married off to a wealthy Spaniard lord when she was only fifteen. However, the lord already had a mistress and had no interest in her beyond bearing him a heir - which she did, at age sixteen - and allowing him to pawn off her fortune. Once her child was born, her husband deemed her far too dangerous for his life style, denouncing her rebel nature. He arranged for three of his friends to assist him as he got rid of her for once and for all, but she survived the assault. Humiliated, bleeding, scarred and furious, she eventually found herself in a pirate ship, heading towards the New World. After seven years fighting teeth and claw against her upbringing and nursing a hatred that consumed her, she eventually managed to gather her own crew and stole a Navy ship, rechristening her as the Red Dawn, gaining the nickname of the Great Shark of the Cantabrian Sea. Bent on revenge, she hunt down the men that had betrayed her, one by one, and eventually killed them, keeping their swords as mementos of their betrayals. Once she fulfilled her vows, however, she disbanded her crew and set the Red Dawn on fire, allowing the ship to sail on fire to the horizon until nothing was left of it. Wandering around with her precious swords, she eventually met Caroline and seeing how her Second Mate had been promoted, offered to take the post. She adopted the name 'Fanny' aboard the Gale, with only Caroline knowing her identity, and settled to wait for death aboard the women-only ship. Fanny is a cold, hard woman who values discipline and hard work and honors her Captain's wishes as if they were her own. Silent, abrasive and generally stand-off-ish, she prefers to mantain a certain distance from others, though she will not hesitate to protect the crew of the Gale, or support Caroline's decisions. Older, wiser and well versed in the art of piracy, she entertains herself with the crew's antics ad their development, watching them with a certain - twisted - maternal pride.

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[bubbles]

Name: Vincent Dumarais.
Nicknames: Teddy.
Gender: Male.
Age: 58.
Height: 6'1".
Weight: 210 pounds.
Status: Cook.

Favored tools: Well-sharpened filetting knives.
General skills: Making real good food, and laughing funny.
Supernatural skills: French.
Equipment: He owns everything in the Truthless' kitchen.

Physical description: Vincent is a tall, burly man, with the stature and fur of a bear. Small eyes under brows thicker than your thumb, a beard to make Santa Claus jealous, chest, back, arms and legs wrapped in thick hair. The only piece of his skin remaining bald was probably his scalp, polished bright by the ocean's wind. His clothes look like they were probably elegant, almost luxurious in a past life, but are now stained brown and black, and falling apart. A coat missing the left sleeve and half of the right, left open over his naked chest, with pants usually rolled up to under his knees.

Personality: Vincent is a man who loves the seas. He decided to join a pirate ship as a cook rather than a marine ship, knowing that pirates were sinful bastards, and would fall to gluttony with ease, allowing him to cook monstrous feasts that a marine ship would not allow him. His only regret is having to cope with the lack of discipline of pirate mates, and their inability to respect their elders. He always reminds them that he's older and more experienced than any of them, and most of all, he is an irreplaceable cook.

[Dragon Bait]

Name: Emily Taylor
Nicknames: Em
Race: British
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Height: 5’6”
Weight: 110 pounds
Status: Thief that seems to get mixed up in more than she wants.

Favored tools: Throwing daggers, a pen, skateboard and water guns.
General skills: Being creepy, writing a lot, and reading?
Supernatural skills: Pretty fast when she wants to be.
Equipment: She has a backpack that she can pull almost anything out of. It is unusually seeing huge things come out of her bag.

Physical description: Her hair is black with silver high lights. Her eyes are a unusually purple shade and wears heavy black eye liner and black lip stick. She is very small but don’t doubt her, she maybe small but isn’t afraid to kick butt. All of he scars she has she hides very well so it is unnoticeable to see he scar running across her left cheek because her hair hides it. She has a weird tattoo on her shoulder that is never seen much because of the shirt she wears. Her shirt is black hat says In touch with my inner pirate with cross bones on it. Her pants are normal baggy dark jeans that are fading a bit and on her feet are Airwalk skater shoes.

Personality: Emily is known to be very short tempered but she is trying to hold that back but it doesn’t seem to work all the time. She is that normal goth girl that a lot of people seem to now like. If she doesn’t like you she will tell you and not care what you say. She doesn’t smile much but she really has no reason to smile now.

Image: Will have one after I draw it.

[AndrogynousMelon]

Name: Zaeza Coldfire

Description:
This sinful vampiress has deep-set gray eyes that are like two silver coins. Her fine, wavy, white hair is worn in a style that reminds you of a pair of wings. She is tall and has a wide-hipped build. Her skin is ruddy. She has prominent cheekbones. Her outfits are no-nonsense. Her diet consists of blood, but she can also eat normal food.

Abilities: She can turn into a swarm of insects. She can enter the dreams of others. She can detach her body parts and command them at a distance.

Equipment:
Clear Broch of Conjure Blood
Journeyman's Bracelet of Ice Webs
Pin of Flesh Breath
Hearers' Ring


Zae is the barkeep at The Queer Sword, and will not hesitate to remove one of her hands to smack a bitch clear across the tavern. She keeps her Unspeakable Thundering Harpsichord of the Compassionate in one corner of the tavern, and will also remove one of her hands to smack any bitches who dare touch it without her express permission.
She collects jewelery she believes beneficial to the Queer Sword.

(Name, description and abilities all ganked from the generator. And yes, the Unspeakable Thundering Harpsichord of the Compassionate came from there as well.)

[Spammich]

Name: Zhalya Dadsyvich
Nicknames: Saigo, a name given to him while sailing in the Orient. He prefers to be known by this name and this name alone.
Race: Russian
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Height 6'2"
Weight 179 lbs.

Status: Quarter Master of the Truthless

Favored Tools: Five obsidian-handled flintlock pistols with silver detail embellishing them, as well as a satchel to carry the cleaning kit for them. Seven blades named after the seven deadly sins. In order of rarity: Sloth, Gluttony, Pride, Lust, Avarice, Envy, and Wrath.

Equipment: Silver Spyglass, set with aquamarine stones, for protection against drowning and for silent praise to the Lady Sea.

General Skills: Nautical skills, carrying out orders as well as making sure that orders are carried out, and handing out punishments to the people who deserve them.

Supernatural Skills: Saigo was a contortionist in the Russian Circus when he was a child, he carries that extreme flexibility with him now and it is a great aid during combat. He is also an accomplished juggler and knife thrower because of the circus. He has very keen eyes and can spot the sails of a ship at very far distances; they also pick up the slightest movements and make him a very talented sharpshooter. However, even though his eyesight is good, Saigo has poor peripheral vision and finds it a little difficult to see in the dark.

Physical Appearance: Saigo has a very tall and lithe frame though his body harnesses quite a bit of strength. He has light skin that has been slightly teased by the sun, but at night he looks as pale as the moon. His hair is a deep ebony and falls past the curve of his spine when tied at the back of his neck. Saigo has a very feminine face and would probably be confused for a girl if he didn't have the deep voice of a Russian man. His eyes are the color of steel, a color that is often associated with people who are good shooters. He has a few tattoos from the orient, two koi between his shoulder blades and the kanji symbol for the sea on the inside of his left wrist. He doesn't have that many scars, but the ones he does have etched on is body are impressive sizes.

Saigo usually wears a pair of black pants, held up with a wide belt fit to hold seven blades of various size and origin. He wears a black vest under a holster made for carrying four pistols, the fifth he keeps tucked in his belt. he wears a long black coat that is plain to the sight but has a number of hidden pockets, some of which Saigo himself forgets about. He wears a pair of very fancy heeled boots that rise to his knee and clasp with a series of silver buckles. Sometimes he gets into fights with people who want to steal them.

History: (Coming Soon)

[Trey]

Name:Uiqiell Iyciasho
Nicknames: Yci
Race: Iubuwaule-- This race evolved in a swamp. The race has multi-faceted eyes, ferret-like ears, a hing-jawed mouth, and black skin. The race is known for their rage and curiosity, as well as their capitalist government.Their body mass is extremely heavy, and they can hold their breaths for long expanses of time. Beyond that, they can breath very limitedly under water, and move almost fluidly through it.
Gender: Male
Age: 76
Height: 6'6"
Weight: 822lb
Title: Unspeakable Slayer Of The Underworld
Favored tools:Screaming Gravedigger's Throwing Axe of Transform Magma, Longsword of Water and Charisma
General skills: Silence, general assassin-like skills. Brute strength.
Supernatural skills: The skills of his race, and the skills granted by his armor and weapons.
Equipment:

Exceptional Envenomed Armguard of Spectral Crusaders
Pendant of Spirit Clouds
Boots of Deathly Fire Gyser
Cunning Ghost's Cloak of Charisma
Marvelous Adamantine Shirt of Heat Field
Immovable Belt of Doomed Thought
Pants of the Ritual of Sound
Screaming Gravedigger's Throwing Axe of Transform Magma
Longsword of Water and Charisma

Physical description:

This guy makes you think of a mysterious monolith. He has wide black eyes. His fine, wavy, very long hair is the color of the midnight sky, and is worn in a businesslike, simple style. He is very tall and has an overmuscled build. His skin is black. He has high cheekbones and nearly-nonexistent eyebrows. His wardrobe is mysterious.

Personality: Stubborn - which unconciously conceals being humble.

History: Uiqiell Iyciasho hunts down and kills specimins specified by his boss. He has never seen the man, and only gets messages through a door. When he takes care of the being, Yci takes one of his items, an armband, a pendant, a cloak, etc. and keeps it for himself, then takes the body back to his boss. Uiquell was hardened as a child, and knows nothing of mercy or fear. The only 'ugly' emotion he has, is whenever people mention his ears, which are furry and black. They also jut out of his head like a ferret's ears, and are very useful to his race. While underwater, they are used as a very effective form of jet propulshion. Water shoots from these holes in strong force, causing the Iubuwaule to jet propell forward. These glands are also his tear ducts, and when he cries, if ever, the water streaming from his ears has the strength of a firehose.

Note: Everything in green was randomly generated.

[bubbles]

Kreaeunae

Race: gyromolder
A long time ago, the archmage Dimitri made a bet with a friend. The first of them who managed to crate a flesh golem with the ability to reproduce, and prolifer just like a normal specie would win a new wizard tower, paid for by the loser. Immediately, Dimitri got to work, deciding that he'd make his golem using nothing but parts from midgets, invoking the great burlesque sexual energy they were associated with. Indeed, the wizard managed the feat: a 3'6" tall, asexual heap of emotionless dwarf flesh stood before him, and surely enough, it took only a few minutes for it to lay an egg that contained a miniature, slightly pinker version of itself.

Dimitri, though, lost on a semantics error. Indeed, being completely asexual, his golem didn't reproduce like a regular humanoid, and his friend's humping mounds of tentacles and flesh won, even though no one was able to discernate any sexual organs on them, nor where the new golems came out from when birth was given.

Discarded, the gyromolder kept popping eggs and reproducing until they gained the intelligence of a regular human, but with the reaction speed of a scarecrow.

Class: buttermancer
Buttermancers control the elements of Kitchenmancy and Digestiology. Using regular reagents and components, they can create revolting effects and hexes on their opponents and allies alike. The name buttermancer comes from the fact that they need their "spell-machine" well-greased to be able to cast. Thus, most of them took the habit of dieting on nothing more than slabs of unsalted butter.

Appearance:
All gyromolders look exactly the same. Three and a half feet tall, without a single body hair and beady brown eyes that blink just as often as they talk (which is, up to now, a still unrecorded event).Its skin is a sickly shade of white, and its movements have the same awkwardness as a midget's. That aside, the only other remakable feature of it is its lips, which are unnaturally plump and luscious.

Garment:
Walking around, Kreaeunae looks like a pile of laundry with a bookshelf tied to it, and a cannon tied to the bookshelf, its mouth facing the little thing's left. It always wears its glittering hat, a pointy magician's hat with the magical power of glittering at all time. The rest of its body is covered in clothes ranging in color from dark brown to screaming magenta, with a few blues and greens here and there. Its eyes are hidden behind a pair of shaded goggles, which are themselves hidden behind a hood pulled down over its face, under the glittering hat. It wears leather gloves and boots.

Equipment:
Boots of kill climber
Glittering hat
Portable library
Vest of dexterity
A bottle of very demonic pills
Insect's flute
Just silencer's baton
A foul jug of good
A hand cannon
Two cannonballs

Familiar: Tiki Totem
Tiki Totem being its name. The familiar itself is a squirrel, of the quadraplegic kind, which means it moves in the very same way a dead body does not. Kreaeunae insists that the little thing is still alive, just misunderstood, but the claim is very easily refutable, considering how the familiar never fucking moves, and only eats the very demonic pills its master feeds it.

Spellbook:
Induce drooling
Dispell church lady
Spray of lettuce
Create major stupidity
Eruption of incontinence
Illusionary zone of bacon
Shield of sweat
Invoke crossdresser
Summon bad hair
Dispell beer
Induce mild annoyance
Globe of vaseline
Cure constipation
Mystic cabbage spout
Butterbeam

[Spammich]

Name: Giovanni Wolfe
Race: Vampire
Gender: Male
Age: A billion.
Height: 6'9" (as in 69, oooohhh yeah! -pelvic thrust- Ding! -toast-)
Weight: 1095 gerbils
Job: Explorer Of the Unspeakable
Alignment: Fashionable Evil

Favored tools:
Bone Lyre of Spirit Storms - When music is played ghost and spirits appear and dance in a flourish of colors. It can be used for distraction and spectical.
Vicious Demon's Two-handed Sword of Evil Ooze- Becomes a blob of ooze and can be controlled by the owner, it is slightly acidic. It is compatible with fire, but weak against ice.

Equipment:
Charm of Sanity: Keeps the person wearing it sane.
Boots of Spectral Voidness: Allows the wearer to travel the spectral void.

This composed male vampire has almond-shaped eyes the color of beryl. His silky, straight, black hair is worn in a style that reminds you of a trailing ribbon. He is very tall and has an athletic build. His skin is white. He has high cheekbones and thin lips. He has strange, seductive powers. He doesn't suffer from standard Vampiric disabilities. He feeds on human souls. His outfits are complicated.

Familiar: A flock of irridescent faeries. [wtf?]

[Roha]

Name:Mermuu Reuhl
Nicknames: Muu
Race: Morphic Tiger
Gender: Female
Age: Unknown
Height: 4'10''
Weight: 106 lbs.
Title: Mercenary Of The Life Goddess-- quite simply hunting people the Life Goddess wants in return for odd trinkets.
Favored tools: Wingscepter, Crown of the Charm of Deflect Lava, Pendant of Demonic Chameleons
General skills: Quick reflexes, night-vision, heightened sense of smell and hearing, impressive growler
Supernatural skills: Generel tiger-ish skills, summoning of various small creatures
Equipment:
Wingscepter
Crown of the Charm of Deflect Lava
Pendant of Demonic Chameleons
Seeker's Gown
Unspeakable Returners' Vest of Call Felines
Animate Belt
Ornate Pants
Illuminated Sandals



Physical description:

This is a female morphic tiger with a smooth gray and black pelt, and narrow black eyes. She is of short height and has a femminine build. She has arrogant features but a clever aura.
This lady makes you think of a wild animal. Her luxurious, straight, white hair is very short and is worn in a carefully-crafted, businesslike style. She is very short and has an elegant build. Her skin is deeply-tanned (She's not tanned! She has fur....). She has a wide chin. Her wardrobe is unconventional and attractive, with a mostly gray and blue color scheme.

Personality: Confused, but many mistake it for being intrigued.

History:

Mermuu has no past, produced--fully grown--by the Life Goddess when her previous mercenary died a disturbing death by bees. The Goddess designed Mermuu with a thick fur coat to prevent the same death from occuring, granting her the lithe form of a tigress. Muu's personality is impossible to describe completely, as her soul is made up of scraps of old souls the Goddess molded together, resulting in Mermuu acting a certain way one day and completely different the next; although, as time passes her own personality has taken shape. Muu has been the Goddess' mercenary for about five years and has been somewhat successful (she has a habit of letting the target go if they can tell her an amusing story).



Like Trey, the purple font is randomly produced information.

[AndrogynousMelon]

Robert Ezechiel Withersborrough


Age: 19
Nicknames: Rob (refuses to acknowledge "Robby")
Gender: Male
Height: 6'4
Weight: Normal
Status: Midshipmen aboard the Evangellion

Favored tools: Swords, any sword dagger or shiny thing with a pointy tip. Hates guns but loves cannons.
General skills: Cannon maintence, making things explode in a big way.
Equipment: Cutlass/small sword, a pair of daggers. A pouch of gunpowder, flint.

Physical Description: Robert is tall, of a medium build, and fair. His eyes are a pale shade of green (think jade/sea foam), his hair strawberry blonde. He wears the standard Naval uniform, and though he attempts to keep himself clean he usually has a smudge of some sort. Typically the sooty sort. He has straight teeth and a feral, too white smile (with dimples, oddly enough). His cheeks have a permanent rosy flush he believes makes him look girlish. He has tried to balance this out by cultivating a goatee. He's rather proud of it; and it does make him look fairly dashing, his face retains a certain boyishness. He finds this abhorrent.

Personality: Robert is a friendly young man, though the smile he favors unsettles more than a few. He has a fondness for swords though he definitely has an affinity for the things that go boom. He prefers cannons over guns- but has been known to use "that useless tiny boom" to trigger a much larger boom. He is well educated and mannered, and while not exactly a zealot
he is a believer of the good Lord.
For the most part, Robert simply strives to have a good time and not step on anyones toes.

History: His mother passed when he was very young, eleven or so, from an illness he remains convinced his father could have cured had he simply been there. After her passing, he became the ward of his grandparents on his mothers side. His grandfather was a Naval Captain and Robert took up the role of cabin boy as soon as he was able. He has been with the Navy ever since, the idea of serving God and country of rather ridiculous appeal to him.