07-24-2015, 10:30 AM
Note: The following Secondary is currently in use for other things, but they will be wrapped up in the very near future (probably end of next week, at the latest) so he'll be ready for action when this thing starts.
[spoiler]Name: Captain Crow
Full name: Richard Falthas Crow
Source: Original
Appearance:
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A tall and lean man, Crow doesn't appear imposing, aside from the angular and somehow hawkish features of his face, and preternaturally sharp and pale eyes that mirror the gray of his hair. He does have unnaturally sharp canines in his maw, which he professes to have filed and sharpened as an intimidation factor. Dresses in a somewhat extravagant style, with what looks more like the long dress coat of a military man or minor royalty than the garb of a pirate. Rarely ever seen without his signature pointy-brimmed hat and deep red one-shoulder cape, and frequently wears crisp white gloves on his hands. Completing the ensemble are boots that reach to upper-mid-shin, capped with metal plates on the toe, and being entirely waterproof. A well-maintained saber often hangs from his left hip, whether he is expecting trouble or not.
History: Born to an unremarkable life, the man who would grow up to become Captain Crow led a simple existence, fascinated by the sea, and tales that the ones who sailed it brought back with them. When he was old enough, he took the first chance to enlist with his country's navy. It wasn't what he expected, and after one too many unfortunate run-ins with the filth that roamed the sea, and the tragedies that were dealt on both sides of the conflicts...he finally had enough.
He still loved the sea, and the adventure and stories just waiting to be found out on the open water, but not the discipline and mindless tedium of military life. So he struck out on his own. He never did gain much of an actual reputation, earning himself only a place in myth and story for the sheer ridiculous level of his exploits, things that no sane and rational man would -- or, in some cases, could -- have done and lived to tell the tale.
He gathered a crew, and over the years a wealth of both riches, and oh so many stories to tell. And all the time he grew stronger, and better, and more inspired to ever greater heights. And when the navy or some bounty hunter did decide to go off on the wild goose chase that was looking for Captain Crow, after a bit of pillaging or 'adventuring' left witnesses and people to admit that the tales were real, the poor sailors were never heard from again. Gone, absorbed right into Crow's growing legend.
Until one day it all just stopped. People said Crow and his ship had sailed out into the dark waters beyond the map's edge one day, and never came back.
What ever really happened to him, well...now that would be a tale to tell, wouldn't it?
Goals and motivations: Crow is always in the market for adding more wealth to his repertoire -- whether of the physical and monetary variety, or to the vault of hard-earned wisdom he's built up over the years. The prospect of a good adventure has sent him on more than one wild trip across the world, and across the verses, in the Omniverse. He's really seeking nothing in particular, but at the same time, a little bit of everything...just wants to see it all, so to speak.
Why do they want to find Omni? Finding Omni seems to be the biggest accomplishment anyone ever talks about. And being the one -- or one of the ones -- to accomplish such a lofty goal? Well, that'd make for one grand story to tell afterward, and a hell of an adventure along the way, no?
Personality:Replete with a wit and sense of humor as sharp as his saber, laidback and relatively cool-headed. Has a sharp temper when agitated, but luckily has no small measure of skill keeping it under control. Quick to laugh, and slow to really take any sort of true offense to just about anything.
Crow is, however, not exactly known for being the kindest or gentlest person, and doesn't mince words, preferring to cut straight to the point, and often in the most blunt, upfront way possible. He's lived a long life under harsh conditions, and intermingled with his harsh, seafaring accent and mannerisms, he's got quite a vault of wisdom, even if most of it is practical and life-learned, and he's prone to share it when asked.
He enjoys a good drink and a story more than most anything -- even the scent of a fresh treasure hunt -- and is equally at home crossing swords as with crossing words with other folk.
Possible Reactions: Crow doesn't take well to threats or violence against his person, or those he's taken a shine to, and is liable to respond in kind. On top of that, he doesn't care much for being interrupted, or for -- gods forbid -- having a drink of any description spilled, and will get rather upset about both things. Aside from that, he's prone to laugh most anything else off, keeping a jovial outlook, almost to the point of being unnerving.
Relationships: Crow has met many folks in his travels, from just about every verse, though never really anyone of import. He knows ABOUT a great many people thanks to that, and the occasional peek at the Dataverse, but the number of people he knows personally, on a named basis could be counted on both hands.
Combat Style: When Crow fights, it's a lightning-quick and dazzling display, his bloodied saber flashing like a silver glint, and Crow himself looking like a wraith as he dashes and darts about, weaving in and through his enemies' guard and around them, almost like some bizarre, macabre dance, leaving them as confused as anything. He's got a number of pistols and knives on his person, as well, which he makes ample, deadly use of when the need arises, and he's far from being too god to kick some proverbial sand in an enemies' eyes, or use just about anything around him to get the upper hand.
Skills: Crow was a navyman for a number of years in his home world, and he was a skilled pirate for decades afterward. He's skilled with a sword, pistol, and at keeping a ship running through anything. He's supernaturally fast and coordinated on just about any terrain, and strong as tough as steel cable, from a lifetime of fights and adverse conditions. He's good at keeping up an imposing, wolfish facade, bearing pointed teeth and inhuman, gray eyes and has developed a talent for piercing, inhuman shrieks and battlecries to scare the pants off anyone who isn't expecting them.
Aside from all that, Crow can leap startlingly high, enough to make his way halfway up a ships mast in a good quick hop, and his eyesight is sharp as a hawk.
Extra: Crow's saber is perpetually bloodied, looking like a scarlet ribbon or intricate design worked into the blade, and he can let this blood 'fly' and turn his blade into a whip at need. Also, in a curious note, many people have commented that Crow only seems to cast a shadow at the hours surrounding high noon...curious.[/spoiler]
[spoiler]Name: Captain Crow
Full name: Richard Falthas Crow
Source: Original
Appearance:
A tall and lean man, Crow doesn't appear imposing, aside from the angular and somehow hawkish features of his face, and preternaturally sharp and pale eyes that mirror the gray of his hair. He does have unnaturally sharp canines in his maw, which he professes to have filed and sharpened as an intimidation factor. Dresses in a somewhat extravagant style, with what looks more like the long dress coat of a military man or minor royalty than the garb of a pirate. Rarely ever seen without his signature pointy-brimmed hat and deep red one-shoulder cape, and frequently wears crisp white gloves on his hands. Completing the ensemble are boots that reach to upper-mid-shin, capped with metal plates on the toe, and being entirely waterproof. A well-maintained saber often hangs from his left hip, whether he is expecting trouble or not.
History: Born to an unremarkable life, the man who would grow up to become Captain Crow led a simple existence, fascinated by the sea, and tales that the ones who sailed it brought back with them. When he was old enough, he took the first chance to enlist with his country's navy. It wasn't what he expected, and after one too many unfortunate run-ins with the filth that roamed the sea, and the tragedies that were dealt on both sides of the conflicts...he finally had enough.
He still loved the sea, and the adventure and stories just waiting to be found out on the open water, but not the discipline and mindless tedium of military life. So he struck out on his own. He never did gain much of an actual reputation, earning himself only a place in myth and story for the sheer ridiculous level of his exploits, things that no sane and rational man would -- or, in some cases, could -- have done and lived to tell the tale.
He gathered a crew, and over the years a wealth of both riches, and oh so many stories to tell. And all the time he grew stronger, and better, and more inspired to ever greater heights. And when the navy or some bounty hunter did decide to go off on the wild goose chase that was looking for Captain Crow, after a bit of pillaging or 'adventuring' left witnesses and people to admit that the tales were real, the poor sailors were never heard from again. Gone, absorbed right into Crow's growing legend.
Until one day it all just stopped. People said Crow and his ship had sailed out into the dark waters beyond the map's edge one day, and never came back.
What ever really happened to him, well...now that would be a tale to tell, wouldn't it?
Goals and motivations: Crow is always in the market for adding more wealth to his repertoire -- whether of the physical and monetary variety, or to the vault of hard-earned wisdom he's built up over the years. The prospect of a good adventure has sent him on more than one wild trip across the world, and across the verses, in the Omniverse. He's really seeking nothing in particular, but at the same time, a little bit of everything...just wants to see it all, so to speak.
Why do they want to find Omni? Finding Omni seems to be the biggest accomplishment anyone ever talks about. And being the one -- or one of the ones -- to accomplish such a lofty goal? Well, that'd make for one grand story to tell afterward, and a hell of an adventure along the way, no?
Personality:Replete with a wit and sense of humor as sharp as his saber, laidback and relatively cool-headed. Has a sharp temper when agitated, but luckily has no small measure of skill keeping it under control. Quick to laugh, and slow to really take any sort of true offense to just about anything.
Crow is, however, not exactly known for being the kindest or gentlest person, and doesn't mince words, preferring to cut straight to the point, and often in the most blunt, upfront way possible. He's lived a long life under harsh conditions, and intermingled with his harsh, seafaring accent and mannerisms, he's got quite a vault of wisdom, even if most of it is practical and life-learned, and he's prone to share it when asked.
He enjoys a good drink and a story more than most anything -- even the scent of a fresh treasure hunt -- and is equally at home crossing swords as with crossing words with other folk.
Possible Reactions: Crow doesn't take well to threats or violence against his person, or those he's taken a shine to, and is liable to respond in kind. On top of that, he doesn't care much for being interrupted, or for -- gods forbid -- having a drink of any description spilled, and will get rather upset about both things. Aside from that, he's prone to laugh most anything else off, keeping a jovial outlook, almost to the point of being unnerving.
Relationships: Crow has met many folks in his travels, from just about every verse, though never really anyone of import. He knows ABOUT a great many people thanks to that, and the occasional peek at the Dataverse, but the number of people he knows personally, on a named basis could be counted on both hands.
Combat Style: When Crow fights, it's a lightning-quick and dazzling display, his bloodied saber flashing like a silver glint, and Crow himself looking like a wraith as he dashes and darts about, weaving in and through his enemies' guard and around them, almost like some bizarre, macabre dance, leaving them as confused as anything. He's got a number of pistols and knives on his person, as well, which he makes ample, deadly use of when the need arises, and he's far from being too god to kick some proverbial sand in an enemies' eyes, or use just about anything around him to get the upper hand.
Skills: Crow was a navyman for a number of years in his home world, and he was a skilled pirate for decades afterward. He's skilled with a sword, pistol, and at keeping a ship running through anything. He's supernaturally fast and coordinated on just about any terrain, and strong as tough as steel cable, from a lifetime of fights and adverse conditions. He's good at keeping up an imposing, wolfish facade, bearing pointed teeth and inhuman, gray eyes and has developed a talent for piercing, inhuman shrieks and battlecries to scare the pants off anyone who isn't expecting them.
Aside from all that, Crow can leap startlingly high, enough to make his way halfway up a ships mast in a good quick hop, and his eyesight is sharp as a hawk.
Extra: Crow's saber is perpetually bloodied, looking like a scarlet ribbon or intricate design worked into the blade, and he can let this blood 'fly' and turn his blade into a whip at need. Also, in a curious note, many people have commented that Crow only seems to cast a shadow at the hours surrounding high noon...curious.[/spoiler]
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