Player name - Vulpas Name - Jolee Zhu-tin Class/job- Deckhand age- 21 Native country - Jpan Gear - Leather shirt and simple cloth pants with sandals and a Straw hat equitment Note book and writing utensil Tanto - with several runes on it Traits Thief - Jolee has been known to STEAL Things whether it be fruit or quickly pick pocket things He is Adept at it Agile - Jolee is agile he uses this in combat and in most Incidents hes gotten in with guards Flaws Cursed - Jolee seems to be cursed who knows why possibly when his father grave robed several grave yards or maybe it was because of the moon he was born on but Jolee luck seems to follow him. Wont fight women - Jolee will not fight women He finds it unhournable to harm them or harming them Backstory When japan closed its borders Jolee was trapped on the outside with his parents his father A grave digger and criminal and his mother a farmer Durring this time his became a bit of a alcholic beat his wife and stole from grave this. Jolee was forced to try to make his living himself by being a translator and part time thief stealing things for food. One Day he discovered his Mother murdered and his father in a drunken Panic screaming about angering something. Jolee Decided to leave his family that they taking His mothers tanto and his note book and set out for exploration in the world. And to not stay behind and see what his father angerd OOC hope this aint marry sue
seems okay, but youll have to choose between the tanto or the steel sword , all gotta start around the same level Also, get ready for racism
Ooc: now im making introduction post, people are still free to join the rp . Kingston You are all gathered on the ship, some allready in your right position, you have strangely been called in during the evening even though many had just been recruited today, as you stand on the deck, looking up to the captains quarters. There was a moment of silince before the doores burst open, and the slightly drunk captain stumbles out, "OKAY ME MEN LISTEN UP, we are leafing a bit early today, since our good friend the french suger merchent suddenly has gotten sick and personally told me that we should diliver this part of his cargom strait to ummm..." After a short contemplating silence," NASSAU, yes that was what he told me, and in other news ases yuo can see that there are many new deck scrubbers, yes im taking to you" he says pointing out a hand holding a topless rum buttle, "as yu all can see, i have risen beyurn rasi...rasisme, and highert both this china man, and our new quartermaster," he says taking a step back, and a man emegers, who is a huge as he is black, he dosent say a word, but stares wirh mean penetrating eyes, the John speaks again "you see manis of deese young dandy captains says theese here comobotians are the best of whipmasters and very loyal, and so of you might think, izent dis man black. And there i can say, yes he is, but we are trying something new today, and i will not say more about it, "NOW GET GOING" the captain said before stumbling back into his quarters, slamming the door behind him. Then the quater master looks down on you all, "I AM ABDA" his deep voice boomed, as he went to the wheel and took control, "NOW PULL UP THE ANKER, STORE THE CAPLES, THEN LOOSE THE TOPSELS." He belowed out as orders.
"Aye aye sir!" Reiner quickly ran towards the rigging and started climbing up towards the topsails. How did I end up working for this piece of shit drunkard? Ah yeah, that or bloody plantation work... It had been quite a while now since Reiner had gotten into sailing, but the last ship he was on just got sold. The damn captain was some bible thumping fool who thought that selling scripture and giving to the poor was a solid business practice. Well he must be having fun in debtors prison now. By this point, he had reached the top of the mast and had started unfurling the sails. In any case, even working for drunk was better than chopping up sugar cane for a wage that wouldn't feed a goddamn dormouse.
-Jolee "Aye sir" he said as he went to the anchor he then began attempting to raise it well least the captain isn't as a bad drunk as my father Foul dishourned the dead and the living. He grimaced a bit remembering the state his mother was in last he saw her. chest torn by something not By a blade The room smelled of death and liquor it was the final straw as he left he least had his mothers tanto Runes carved into it of his family's name And something else possibly a luck charm? he had no time to think it was time to work Time to Get the anchor up. as he began the proccess
*Camillus ran over to the anchor's chain and began pulling with the other deckhands, mumbling under his breath, only the nearby crewman could hear him, but just barely* "bloody 'ell.. i'd like the fekkin' African for cap'in over a damned drunk..."
