10-21-2016, 12:34 AM
(This post was last modified: 10-21-2016, 01:50 PM by Caira Ayryn.)
Name, Gender, Age etc.: Thomas (Tom), the only respectable pirate in all of Vasty Deep, M, 55-65.
Appearance: Thomas is an older man, with a graying beard and withered lines around his eyes. He wears, usually, the same ruddy coat, and black pants as he does every other day when he visits town. He wear's a captains hat, and has the stature of an old seaman that may have once been in the military. Thomas has a kind voice, and eyes that have seen too much.
Relationships: Hasn't met many people on the island, generally goes to the shops where he does business, and the bar etc.
Profession(s): Old seaman who is the captain of a “shipping vessel,” he often trades under the table since the laws the Empire have put into motion not only make it difficult for anyone to trade in large commodities without infringement, they can also damage communities who don’t have enough money to pay for medicine, certain foods, and other necessary and unnecessary supplies, like guns and weapons, to protect themselves from rogue primes, the government itself, or the monsters of the Vasty Deep that the Empire, while it does ‘keep people safe’ on the more populated islands, doesn’t always send help when an accident or disaster occurs. TLDR; Captain of a ship (ships product), buyer/tradesman.
-! Tom usually deals with merchants himself (he doesn’t like bullshit), but he feels he is getting too old and is looking for an assistant.
History: [spoiler]Thomas has quite the reputation, that is, if he didn’t change his ‘look’ so much as a young sailor. He made his living living an infamous life as a pirate, which is why, when he woke up in the Vasty Deep / Omniverse after his vessel on Earth had been sunk, he thought he’d like it here. He became a pirate rather quickly, though, it didn’t start out that way. One day, he was simply working as another crewmen on a boat that not only was purposed with ‘exploration’ and charting of the VD, but other tasks of census taking, etc. Very monotonous work, but the pay was enough so that he never had scurvy. But, when they spotted uncharted land, the captain decided they’d stay for a while, and see if there were any inhabitants on this new island. Youthful Tom and a crew were sent out to check the terrain, see if there was anything valuable, but he was separated from the crew by a simple misstep, where he was flung into the dark depths of the mountain... To this day, Thomas never speaks of that night, it is unknown the horrors which he endured in the caves.
When he returned to daylight, his clothes shabby and ragged and stained in blood, he searched far and wide, returning to the side of the island that they had anchored ship. It was no longer there. Had he chased the scared crewmembers away, with the echoes of his screams the previous night? Had they deserted him, after declaring him dead? Or, had they been eaten by the same monster which he had faced and triumphed? Or was it none of those at all, but an anomaly that only occurred in the Omniverse, this verse, could explain?
Abandoned and marooned, Thomas never found out the truth, but his mind always theorize, worried, doubted, and feared the worst. For, the same day, after realizing and tracing the circumference of the island, they were still gone, the ship had left no traces, and all that was on the beach were footsteps which were being washed away by wave. The most peculiar, other than the entirely missing ship, was that when the tide had rolled away again, in the same beach that had anchored in front of, Thomas found treasure. Gold. It literally encompassed the entire shoreline, none of them had seen it when they had ported, but sweet Neptune, it was there, glinting on the beach in as many coins as there was sand.
Hidden treasure. But, hadn’t his men seen it, since they’d surely crossed the beach to leave, and return to the ship (that is, if they’d survived?) Thomas held onto the hope that they had left him there after finding the gold coins, and lugging as many as they could back onto the ship, making themselves rich, and with every intention of returning to the same island. This hope was all he had. Still, were that the case, even had they declared him dead, (he imagined his friend, Max saying “No one could have survived that fall, it’s a chute that could go as deep as the Mantle, if not to the Core!” he was always very sciency, Max was.) To declare him a lost cause, surely they’d seen him dead, since it only made sense they would’ve never left without a single trace (a note, a mark, something surely he had missed! Thomas thought desperately after) if they had found his body. Which, Thomas theorized, could be very true, since the Omniverse was a strange place... What if... They found a dead man’s body, relatively fresh, but lacking a face? If he looked his height and weight, and the rest of the body was mangled, there’d be nothing left to tell (since, Thomas had searched the island after and known there was no one inhabiting it, no trace!)
Other theories swirled in the ‘dead-man’s’ mind. What if... There were two Thomas’s, two secondaries of the same man, and there was someone with perhaps his same face, masquerading as he, but a man that was not Thomas (or at least not his current version) who had been brought here to the Omniverse -summoned but to a marooned fate, never had the means to leave the island, but a man who’s luck had changed when he saw a large vessel arrive with live men. A dream come true! But then, Other Thomas found that the men of the vessel recognized his face, and knew his name? Peculiar, sure, but he’d been on the island for who knows how long! Anyone lonely for that long, who maybe had never been introduced to the concept of the OV, that people weren’t born, but made here, would’ve welcomed any sort of twist explainable by human error or illness, such as mirages or his own amnesia. He was rescued.
All this Thomas imagined, in the time he had on the island, oh my, how painful it was to be left to die, without a word. Without anything. Thomas made up what had happened after, since the young sailor would not accept that his vessel had just simply, left without him, and he could not accept that something had happened to the boatful of over fifty men, that something could have killed them all, leaving no scraps of wood left. (He then thought, perhaps a whirlpool could’ve taken the ship, and drowned them all to a watery fate, but he would not accept the death of his men as an option for truth, only a lying alibi.)
Thomas thought, no, there is a happy ending, even if it is not for you, and this is how it had gone. His desertion was another man’s salvation. This is what he had to believe.
“Tom! Good man! We finally found you!” His close friend Max smiled, slapping other Tom on the back.
“Found me?” he imagined his doppleganger questioning, confused.
“Yeah, the men had a bad fright, we searched this entire godforsaken island for ya! We thought you were dead.” he said grimly.
“Thank God.. You found me after all,” Other Tom might say. Forgetting about the fortune on the island’s shoreline (or maybe it was never there, or inaccessible,) the second Max brings up that the whole place is falling apart.
“And just in time too. There was a huge earthquake, though you probably felt it, due to the magnitude, the men are leaving as soon as possible, the shoreline is being eaten alive, there’s almost no sand left visible, I convinced them to leave me a boat, since I didn’t want to leave the island without you. They’re waiting for us, thank God you made it in time. Let’s go.”
It sounded like a good trade, when Thomas thought of it like this, but, his life had now been damned. Purposeless. Thomas considered hanging himself after thinking he’d never be saved, that he couldn’t eat the gold, and that the thing in the caves may some day resurface, causing him more agony than it had last night.
“I can’t believe it... I can’t sail out of here on golden doubloons, I, a seaman, who searches for lost treasures as well as new ones, deserted here, after finding all this gold, and never being able to use it, to spend it, to make my dream come true! I am so poor, yet so rich. Why has fate forsaken me? I can’t even eat this gold, it’s... It is exactly what it is right now, that’s it’s purpose. It’s no more than hot, shiny sand below my feet. And I... I have yet to define myself. Yet this is my fate. Every day, will be hard, there’s not much to eat on this island, but, I am a man who values his life more than this gold, and I, vow to you, God of Neptune, that I. Will. Live.”
And live he did. Thomas tells this story to men near and far, and it is a well known one among the trading industry, though, all seamen tell stories, and most of them are embellished. Every time he tells the story (or another, passes it on,) the ending changes just slightly. The ending being how he got off the island, and weather or not he ever went back for the gold, or if a ship happened to pass by, and he and the crew all split the riches.
The truth of the gold, and his rescue, (whether self-established or a lucky discovery, or if his crewmen ever did come back for him,) lay only in Thomas’s mind. But the truth, was that he was standing there before them, telling the story or riding over the distant seas, still sailing to this day, no matter what, he was alive.
After Thomas’s salvation was delivered, by perhaps, the God of Neptune herself, he soon came to own his own vessel, where he sails the open seas and follows his heart, much like a sail, going where the wind takes him...
Frequently he trades with Windfall Island, finding it a quaint little town, where he can bring news and gossip and supplies (life saving!) to their community. As a man who had once nearly lost his life from being marooned, his own personal experience makes him motivated with his own charter boat, never to make a delivery late. He was always on time, and for some people, who needed immediate medicine or supplies, or food, or a water filtration system after their water had been poisoned- Thomas was a miracle. He’d saved more lives than the ship that had never been heard from again, but never, to this day, has he learned their fate.
He thinks in both the dark and the light, Maybe they found an island just like Windfall, retired with all that gold, and kept the gold, not bothering to report back to the shitty Empire. OR Maybe on that day, that fateful day that both made and broke me as a man, the reason they never returned, was that the dead never come back. Only Primes.
[/spoiler]
Possessions: A nicely sized vessel, a good crew, and a ship always (mysteriously) full of food. Perhaps the riches he found on the island wasn’t all the treasure that he found- but something charmed with magic? Maybe Omni himself came down from the heavens and granted him a single wish, or dropped an item, or Thomas discovered a mysterious chest full of food, unendingly. There’s mystery there too, or, maybe you choose to believe that a man like Thomas with a sizable retirement would never bare the idea of starving to death... Never again.
Powers & Abilities:
Powers: Thomas certainly seems like a normal old man, but behind his reading spectacles, his eyes tell of a dark secret... A secret he can never speak of. One might think he would’ve sold his soul to get off that wretched island alive, one might think, he did, for he was now a wealthy man who could retire any time he liked, but he keeps sailing for the sport of it. For the dignity and purpose of proving he was alive once more, and providing purpose to himself and giving means to those around him. Did something happen on the island, something mystical and powerful and horrible and horrifying, that granted him the ability to leave, to fly, to condense all gold from the beach into his pocket, where he then created a raft and sailed off? No man knows for sure... Will you try to find out?
Abilities include: Expert boating knowledge, expert survival skills, Thomas somehow has the ability to find food even in unlivable climates. He’s a damn good shot, from years of pirating, defending himself, and has masterful leadership, navigation, and bartering skills. It’s as though he has his own internal compass which lets him find anything the seeks. Yet, he still always seeks, perhaps for that fraction of himself that was abandoned on that godforsaken island, but never felt truly rescued.
[bold] DISCLAIMER: !!!! Hey I just wanted to ask that people shoot me a quick message if they decide that they want their character to have a prior relationship with T! (Beyond a vague sense!) communication is key! If not I'll just read about it~Super hype for this thread yo.[/bold]
Appearance: Thomas is an older man, with a graying beard and withered lines around his eyes. He wears, usually, the same ruddy coat, and black pants as he does every other day when he visits town. He wear's a captains hat, and has the stature of an old seaman that may have once been in the military. Thomas has a kind voice, and eyes that have seen too much.
Relationships: Hasn't met many people on the island, generally goes to the shops where he does business, and the bar etc.
Profession(s): Old seaman who is the captain of a “shipping vessel,” he often trades under the table since the laws the Empire have put into motion not only make it difficult for anyone to trade in large commodities without infringement, they can also damage communities who don’t have enough money to pay for medicine, certain foods, and other necessary and unnecessary supplies, like guns and weapons, to protect themselves from rogue primes, the government itself, or the monsters of the Vasty Deep that the Empire, while it does ‘keep people safe’ on the more populated islands, doesn’t always send help when an accident or disaster occurs. TLDR; Captain of a ship (ships product), buyer/tradesman.
-! Tom usually deals with merchants himself (he doesn’t like bullshit), but he feels he is getting too old and is looking for an assistant.
History: [spoiler]Thomas has quite the reputation, that is, if he didn’t change his ‘look’ so much as a young sailor. He made his living living an infamous life as a pirate, which is why, when he woke up in the Vasty Deep / Omniverse after his vessel on Earth had been sunk, he thought he’d like it here. He became a pirate rather quickly, though, it didn’t start out that way. One day, he was simply working as another crewmen on a boat that not only was purposed with ‘exploration’ and charting of the VD, but other tasks of census taking, etc. Very monotonous work, but the pay was enough so that he never had scurvy. But, when they spotted uncharted land, the captain decided they’d stay for a while, and see if there were any inhabitants on this new island. Youthful Tom and a crew were sent out to check the terrain, see if there was anything valuable, but he was separated from the crew by a simple misstep, where he was flung into the dark depths of the mountain... To this day, Thomas never speaks of that night, it is unknown the horrors which he endured in the caves.
When he returned to daylight, his clothes shabby and ragged and stained in blood, he searched far and wide, returning to the side of the island that they had anchored ship. It was no longer there. Had he chased the scared crewmembers away, with the echoes of his screams the previous night? Had they deserted him, after declaring him dead? Or, had they been eaten by the same monster which he had faced and triumphed? Or was it none of those at all, but an anomaly that only occurred in the Omniverse, this verse, could explain?
Abandoned and marooned, Thomas never found out the truth, but his mind always theorize, worried, doubted, and feared the worst. For, the same day, after realizing and tracing the circumference of the island, they were still gone, the ship had left no traces, and all that was on the beach were footsteps which were being washed away by wave. The most peculiar, other than the entirely missing ship, was that when the tide had rolled away again, in the same beach that had anchored in front of, Thomas found treasure. Gold. It literally encompassed the entire shoreline, none of them had seen it when they had ported, but sweet Neptune, it was there, glinting on the beach in as many coins as there was sand.
Hidden treasure. But, hadn’t his men seen it, since they’d surely crossed the beach to leave, and return to the ship (that is, if they’d survived?) Thomas held onto the hope that they had left him there after finding the gold coins, and lugging as many as they could back onto the ship, making themselves rich, and with every intention of returning to the same island. This hope was all he had. Still, were that the case, even had they declared him dead, (he imagined his friend, Max saying “No one could have survived that fall, it’s a chute that could go as deep as the Mantle, if not to the Core!” he was always very sciency, Max was.) To declare him a lost cause, surely they’d seen him dead, since it only made sense they would’ve never left without a single trace (a note, a mark, something surely he had missed! Thomas thought desperately after) if they had found his body. Which, Thomas theorized, could be very true, since the Omniverse was a strange place... What if... They found a dead man’s body, relatively fresh, but lacking a face? If he looked his height and weight, and the rest of the body was mangled, there’d be nothing left to tell (since, Thomas had searched the island after and known there was no one inhabiting it, no trace!)
Other theories swirled in the ‘dead-man’s’ mind. What if... There were two Thomas’s, two secondaries of the same man, and there was someone with perhaps his same face, masquerading as he, but a man that was not Thomas (or at least not his current version) who had been brought here to the Omniverse -summoned but to a marooned fate, never had the means to leave the island, but a man who’s luck had changed when he saw a large vessel arrive with live men. A dream come true! But then, Other Thomas found that the men of the vessel recognized his face, and knew his name? Peculiar, sure, but he’d been on the island for who knows how long! Anyone lonely for that long, who maybe had never been introduced to the concept of the OV, that people weren’t born, but made here, would’ve welcomed any sort of twist explainable by human error or illness, such as mirages or his own amnesia. He was rescued.
All this Thomas imagined, in the time he had on the island, oh my, how painful it was to be left to die, without a word. Without anything. Thomas made up what had happened after, since the young sailor would not accept that his vessel had just simply, left without him, and he could not accept that something had happened to the boatful of over fifty men, that something could have killed them all, leaving no scraps of wood left. (He then thought, perhaps a whirlpool could’ve taken the ship, and drowned them all to a watery fate, but he would not accept the death of his men as an option for truth, only a lying alibi.)
Thomas thought, no, there is a happy ending, even if it is not for you, and this is how it had gone. His desertion was another man’s salvation. This is what he had to believe.
“Tom! Good man! We finally found you!” His close friend Max smiled, slapping other Tom on the back.
“Found me?” he imagined his doppleganger questioning, confused.
“Yeah, the men had a bad fright, we searched this entire godforsaken island for ya! We thought you were dead.” he said grimly.
“Thank God.. You found me after all,” Other Tom might say. Forgetting about the fortune on the island’s shoreline (or maybe it was never there, or inaccessible,) the second Max brings up that the whole place is falling apart.
“And just in time too. There was a huge earthquake, though you probably felt it, due to the magnitude, the men are leaving as soon as possible, the shoreline is being eaten alive, there’s almost no sand left visible, I convinced them to leave me a boat, since I didn’t want to leave the island without you. They’re waiting for us, thank God you made it in time. Let’s go.”
It sounded like a good trade, when Thomas thought of it like this, but, his life had now been damned. Purposeless. Thomas considered hanging himself after thinking he’d never be saved, that he couldn’t eat the gold, and that the thing in the caves may some day resurface, causing him more agony than it had last night.
“I can’t believe it... I can’t sail out of here on golden doubloons, I, a seaman, who searches for lost treasures as well as new ones, deserted here, after finding all this gold, and never being able to use it, to spend it, to make my dream come true! I am so poor, yet so rich. Why has fate forsaken me? I can’t even eat this gold, it’s... It is exactly what it is right now, that’s it’s purpose. It’s no more than hot, shiny sand below my feet. And I... I have yet to define myself. Yet this is my fate. Every day, will be hard, there’s not much to eat on this island, but, I am a man who values his life more than this gold, and I, vow to you, God of Neptune, that I. Will. Live.”
And live he did. Thomas tells this story to men near and far, and it is a well known one among the trading industry, though, all seamen tell stories, and most of them are embellished. Every time he tells the story (or another, passes it on,) the ending changes just slightly. The ending being how he got off the island, and weather or not he ever went back for the gold, or if a ship happened to pass by, and he and the crew all split the riches.
The truth of the gold, and his rescue, (whether self-established or a lucky discovery, or if his crewmen ever did come back for him,) lay only in Thomas’s mind. But the truth, was that he was standing there before them, telling the story or riding over the distant seas, still sailing to this day, no matter what, he was alive.
After Thomas’s salvation was delivered, by perhaps, the God of Neptune herself, he soon came to own his own vessel, where he sails the open seas and follows his heart, much like a sail, going where the wind takes him...
Frequently he trades with Windfall Island, finding it a quaint little town, where he can bring news and gossip and supplies (life saving!) to their community. As a man who had once nearly lost his life from being marooned, his own personal experience makes him motivated with his own charter boat, never to make a delivery late. He was always on time, and for some people, who needed immediate medicine or supplies, or food, or a water filtration system after their water had been poisoned- Thomas was a miracle. He’d saved more lives than the ship that had never been heard from again, but never, to this day, has he learned their fate.
He thinks in both the dark and the light, Maybe they found an island just like Windfall, retired with all that gold, and kept the gold, not bothering to report back to the shitty Empire. OR Maybe on that day, that fateful day that both made and broke me as a man, the reason they never returned, was that the dead never come back. Only Primes.
[/spoiler]
Possessions: A nicely sized vessel, a good crew, and a ship always (mysteriously) full of food. Perhaps the riches he found on the island wasn’t all the treasure that he found- but something charmed with magic? Maybe Omni himself came down from the heavens and granted him a single wish, or dropped an item, or Thomas discovered a mysterious chest full of food, unendingly. There’s mystery there too, or, maybe you choose to believe that a man like Thomas with a sizable retirement would never bare the idea of starving to death... Never again.
Powers & Abilities:
Powers: Thomas certainly seems like a normal old man, but behind his reading spectacles, his eyes tell of a dark secret... A secret he can never speak of. One might think he would’ve sold his soul to get off that wretched island alive, one might think, he did, for he was now a wealthy man who could retire any time he liked, but he keeps sailing for the sport of it. For the dignity and purpose of proving he was alive once more, and providing purpose to himself and giving means to those around him. Did something happen on the island, something mystical and powerful and horrible and horrifying, that granted him the ability to leave, to fly, to condense all gold from the beach into his pocket, where he then created a raft and sailed off? No man knows for sure... Will you try to find out?
Abilities include: Expert boating knowledge, expert survival skills, Thomas somehow has the ability to find food even in unlivable climates. He’s a damn good shot, from years of pirating, defending himself, and has masterful leadership, navigation, and bartering skills. It’s as though he has his own internal compass which lets him find anything the seeks. Yet, he still always seeks, perhaps for that fraction of himself that was abandoned on that godforsaken island, but never felt truly rescued.
[bold] DISCLAIMER: !!!! Hey I just wanted to ask that people shoot me a quick message if they decide that they want their character to have a prior relationship with T! (Beyond a vague sense!) communication is key! If not I'll just read about it~Super hype for this thread yo.[/bold]
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