Post by Montag on Aug 4, 2011 23:47:59 GMT -5
Montag Caulfield
" Never theorize before you have data. Invariably, you end up twisting facts to suit theories, instead of theories to suit facts. "
The Basics:
»»character full name:Montag Caulfield
»»age: 27
»»gender: Male
»»sexual orientation: Homosexual
»»position: Bosun (Boatswain)
»»race: Human
»»alliance: Pirate
»»weapons:
A simple sabre. A true pirates weapon, slightly longer and thinner than a cutlass, sometimes called a 'hanger' it has a swept hilt and Scottish style basket, and otherwise no adornments. The blade has a light curve, and the prominent folds (Damascus style) are a mark of incredible quality, the single edge holding true through long periods of abuse. The sheath is simple leatherwork, with a brass lock and tip. The attention to quality connotes the importance and value he places in the weapon, and he has the skill to back up that importance.
Multiple knives, a bowie style knife at his belt and a dagger in his boot. They are mostly interchangeable with any other blade, so the details and styling may change depending on which ones he grabbed in the morning.
Archery, he has dabbled in for sport. Perhaps he could not hit the apple on the head of a child, but he could land an arrow into the center of mass at 75 yrds, using the 50# Compound bow he keeps with his belongings, though doesn't often carry it around.
Appearance:
»»eyes: Gray
»»markings: Light scar on forearm, Strange Sigil tattooed on back.
»»height: 5'10”
»»weight:167 lbs
»»general appearance:
Montag is almost unique in the way that he is, in most respects, average. Not particularly handsome, not overly tall or short, medium build with an athletic frame. Blonde hair, cut short except for a pony tail in the back, atop a somewhat sharp face with deep gray/blue eyes. All this accompanied with an almost perpetual look of boredom (or is it disinterest?)
He is sure footed and maintains very good posture, even (or especially) when the situation doesn't call for it. Aside from various scars and blemishes that you would expect to find on any person, there is a particularly prominent scar on his forearm (A close call in a duel) and tattooed on his back is a strange symbol, a sort of mathematical joke known as “squaring the circle” Since it is impossible to calculate using a compass and a strait edge, the expression is often used to denote something that cannot be accomplished. Thus it serves as a reminder to him that the entire idea is false, and anything can be accomplished. Not the least to say, most people don't know anything about it, so he can sit smug and act exasperated when he has to explain it.
His clothing is usually simple. Loose fitting shirt and pants, in earth tones, traveling cloak for when it gets cold, and sturdy leather soft boots. A wide leather belt, tied at a brass loop rather than buckled, with a frog on the left side to hold the sabre, a pouch on the right to hold odds and ends, and a loop to hold a large knife.
Personality:
»»likes:
-Good Food
-Quality Wine
-Fencing (Sabre, Epee, sparing etc)
-Philosophy
-Fire
-Music
-Sarcasm
»»dislikes:
-Cheap Wine
-Stupidity
-Killing
-Doctors
-Useless People
-Inefficiency
-Sonic Weapons
»»strengths:
-Intelligent. Often quick to reach a conclusion before others, and very fast to understand a situation. Learning new things has always been easy for him.
-Well versed, and by extension very well read. What he obtains from conversation and what he reads he stores in his mind, able to recall trivial facts about most things without much effort. If it exists, he knows something about it.
-Excellent swordsmanship. A love of competition and being better than his opponent means that the only thing he does more religiously than read is practice saber.
»»weaknesses:
-Arrogant. There are people that believe that they have no impact on the world. There are also people that believe that with enough hard work they can change the world. Then there are people, like Montag, that believe if everyone would just do as he said the world wouldn't need changing.
-Highly impatient, easily bored. Does it take more than five minutes? That's to long. There's a mountain of other things that need to be done, he doesn't have time to sit around and wait for things to happen.
-Poor at observing and fallowing social graces. He knows them, but they are for other people. Often leads to inappropriate behavior or needlessly harsh comments.
- Doesn't hold his drink very well. Which isn't to say that he's not a pleasant drunk (in fact, some would argue that he's more tolerable.) However, he tends to be a bit of a lightweight, and usually impulse control is the first casualty.
»»secrets: Hah. Haaahaa, haha. Heh. Ive got a secret that I'm not sharing. That's not his real name, and if the history section seems a little off, that's because it is. All you can know for now.
»»general personality:
Sarcastic, a little sadistic and more than a little dry. He's quick to offer advice you didn't ask for and becomes easily frustrated if he doesn't deem you to be intelligent. Being that it is rare that a person holds intelligence in his eyes, and since he doesn't want to actively hate people, he spends a lot of time avoiding them. Unless it's in competition, which is something he loves. Whether dueling with swords drawn or matching moves over a game of lairs dice, winning is always fun. He is often stoic, but that doesn't mean he won't smile (especially if someone mentions a good plate of food and drink) and is quick to make jokes, though the difference between making fun and making fun of sometimes blurs.
That being said, he is not particularly unkind, and the few friends he has made he would lay down his life for. And though he makes occasional rude remarks he does try not to hurt people, and though there are more than a few dead bodies in his past he prefers not to end someones life. He generally considers himself a connoisseur of life as it were, and really does know a lot about the world. He has a keen ear for music, and will sometimes (after a little social lubricant) sing songs about adventure or pretty faire maidens (though he himself has no real interest in women)
He enjoys commanding people, hence his position as Bosun, and firmly believes that his way is better, so if people would just do as he told them everything would be fine. This does lead to some mis-comunication from time to time when he gives out vague commands, but he is very level headed in emergencies which makes him a valuable asset.
History:
»»mother: Sally Caulfield
»»father: Holden Caulfield
»»siblings: None
»»others: Long time friend Kate, a gypsy fortuneteller (conwoman) who taught him many of the songs he knows.
»»background:
Born in a quite suburb of the large settlement, Montag grew up like most boys in the area. At school he excelled, and he graduated early with top marks. He had few friends, preferring books to people, and spent many days simply wondering around the wilderness alone, occasionally challenging a plant to a sword duel. After schooling he went on to train at a fencing school, where he found he could excel by being more clever than his opponent. The back and forth of faints and false attacks amused him to a great extend, prompting him to practice and become better overall (Though he lost his first tournament after entering a class beyond his skill level)
He soon felt the need for adventure, and signed aboard a cargo ship sailing around the lakes, where he learned the ins and outs of sailing. It was a small crew, and he proved time and time again a competent worker, and moved up the ranks until he was running much of the ship alone. One day in port, he meet Kate, who offered to read his fortune. He agreed, but quickly saw through her scam and proceeded to take her coin purse while she meditated on his “energy.” Later in the evening the two met again, drawn into an alehouse by the fiddler on stage. He conceded that he felt bad about taking the purse, and gave it back (less a few coins) and the two shared a few drinks together discussing all manner of music and world travels. He's kept in correspondence ever since, sending letters when he can>
The little cargo ship fell on hard times, and stopped sailing. Montag, 25 at the time, still had a lot of adventuring left to do, but no money to do it. So he got a job downtown as the bartender at a downtown pub. It was perfect for him, he could ramble constantly and yell at drunks. One day a very drunk old man noticed the knife on Montag's belt. In a slurred kind of speech, he told Montag that carrying a knife was stupid, that any boy worth his weight was carrying around a new sonic blaster, they got range. Montag frowned at the man, and told him kindly that if need be, the knife could be thrown. (Kindly is the wrong word, condescendingly would be the correct one.) The man bet Montag that he could not in fact throw the knife with any sort of accuracy (Like hell, you couldn't hit the port side of a schooner. In fact if you can hit that woman's hat I'd give you all the money in my pocket) The next step could only have happened by blind luck, and Montag managed to stick the knife into the woman's hat. This prompted two things. 1, he went and got the tattoo on his back. 2, he promptly got fired from the inn.
It did, however, become apparent that the man had opened a tab he did not intend to pay, and therefore had no money in his pockets. Which meant that yet again, neither did Montag. He had heard about a call to arms, a rallying cry to join the pirates against the controlling government. That certainly sounded like adventure, and they probably paid. So he set off to join the Pirates, eager for the next adventure.
Played By:
»»alias:Mutt, Rambling Mutt, Somemutt
»»age: 24
»»contact:PM me, if I'm online use the CBOX, or any of the other million ways to contact me. Go here: ramblingmutt.com/
»»rp sample:
Fake.... Gods....
The words resounded inside his head. He was too old, and too experienced to let it affect him. That is, he told himself he was not to be affected by it. Fake.. What did this fool girl know of anything? Could she even know God? Or was she machine, cold calculating and without any grasp of divinity. Killing her would be nothing, there was no soul, like squashing a bug as he had done so many times before.
Password:Freedom
How did you find us?:C1RCE Made Me
" Never theorize before you have data. Invariably, you end up twisting facts to suit theories, instead of theories to suit facts. "
The Basics:
»»character full name:Montag Caulfield
»»age: 27
»»gender: Male
»»sexual orientation: Homosexual
»»position: Bosun (Boatswain)
»»race: Human
»»alliance: Pirate
»»weapons:
A simple sabre. A true pirates weapon, slightly longer and thinner than a cutlass, sometimes called a 'hanger' it has a swept hilt and Scottish style basket, and otherwise no adornments. The blade has a light curve, and the prominent folds (Damascus style) are a mark of incredible quality, the single edge holding true through long periods of abuse. The sheath is simple leatherwork, with a brass lock and tip. The attention to quality connotes the importance and value he places in the weapon, and he has the skill to back up that importance.
Multiple knives, a bowie style knife at his belt and a dagger in his boot. They are mostly interchangeable with any other blade, so the details and styling may change depending on which ones he grabbed in the morning.
Archery, he has dabbled in for sport. Perhaps he could not hit the apple on the head of a child, but he could land an arrow into the center of mass at 75 yrds, using the 50# Compound bow he keeps with his belongings, though doesn't often carry it around.
Appearance:
»»eyes: Gray
»»markings: Light scar on forearm, Strange Sigil tattooed on back.
»»height: 5'10”
»»weight:167 lbs
»»general appearance:
Montag is almost unique in the way that he is, in most respects, average. Not particularly handsome, not overly tall or short, medium build with an athletic frame. Blonde hair, cut short except for a pony tail in the back, atop a somewhat sharp face with deep gray/blue eyes. All this accompanied with an almost perpetual look of boredom (or is it disinterest?)
He is sure footed and maintains very good posture, even (or especially) when the situation doesn't call for it. Aside from various scars and blemishes that you would expect to find on any person, there is a particularly prominent scar on his forearm (A close call in a duel) and tattooed on his back is a strange symbol, a sort of mathematical joke known as “squaring the circle” Since it is impossible to calculate using a compass and a strait edge, the expression is often used to denote something that cannot be accomplished. Thus it serves as a reminder to him that the entire idea is false, and anything can be accomplished. Not the least to say, most people don't know anything about it, so he can sit smug and act exasperated when he has to explain it.
His clothing is usually simple. Loose fitting shirt and pants, in earth tones, traveling cloak for when it gets cold, and sturdy leather soft boots. A wide leather belt, tied at a brass loop rather than buckled, with a frog on the left side to hold the sabre, a pouch on the right to hold odds and ends, and a loop to hold a large knife.
Personality:
»»likes:
-Good Food
-Quality Wine
-Fencing (Sabre, Epee, sparing etc)
-Philosophy
-Fire
-Music
-Sarcasm
»»dislikes:
-Cheap Wine
-Stupidity
-Killing
-Doctors
-Useless People
-Inefficiency
-Sonic Weapons
»»strengths:
-Intelligent. Often quick to reach a conclusion before others, and very fast to understand a situation. Learning new things has always been easy for him.
-Well versed, and by extension very well read. What he obtains from conversation and what he reads he stores in his mind, able to recall trivial facts about most things without much effort. If it exists, he knows something about it.
-Excellent swordsmanship. A love of competition and being better than his opponent means that the only thing he does more religiously than read is practice saber.
»»weaknesses:
-Arrogant. There are people that believe that they have no impact on the world. There are also people that believe that with enough hard work they can change the world. Then there are people, like Montag, that believe if everyone would just do as he said the world wouldn't need changing.
-Highly impatient, easily bored. Does it take more than five minutes? That's to long. There's a mountain of other things that need to be done, he doesn't have time to sit around and wait for things to happen.
-Poor at observing and fallowing social graces. He knows them, but they are for other people. Often leads to inappropriate behavior or needlessly harsh comments.
- Doesn't hold his drink very well. Which isn't to say that he's not a pleasant drunk (in fact, some would argue that he's more tolerable.) However, he tends to be a bit of a lightweight, and usually impulse control is the first casualty.
»»secrets: Hah. Haaahaa, haha. Heh. Ive got a secret that I'm not sharing. That's not his real name, and if the history section seems a little off, that's because it is. All you can know for now.
»»general personality:
Sarcastic, a little sadistic and more than a little dry. He's quick to offer advice you didn't ask for and becomes easily frustrated if he doesn't deem you to be intelligent. Being that it is rare that a person holds intelligence in his eyes, and since he doesn't want to actively hate people, he spends a lot of time avoiding them. Unless it's in competition, which is something he loves. Whether dueling with swords drawn or matching moves over a game of lairs dice, winning is always fun. He is often stoic, but that doesn't mean he won't smile (especially if someone mentions a good plate of food and drink) and is quick to make jokes, though the difference between making fun and making fun of sometimes blurs.
That being said, he is not particularly unkind, and the few friends he has made he would lay down his life for. And though he makes occasional rude remarks he does try not to hurt people, and though there are more than a few dead bodies in his past he prefers not to end someones life. He generally considers himself a connoisseur of life as it were, and really does know a lot about the world. He has a keen ear for music, and will sometimes (after a little social lubricant) sing songs about adventure or pretty faire maidens (though he himself has no real interest in women)
He enjoys commanding people, hence his position as Bosun, and firmly believes that his way is better, so if people would just do as he told them everything would be fine. This does lead to some mis-comunication from time to time when he gives out vague commands, but he is very level headed in emergencies which makes him a valuable asset.
History:
»»mother: Sally Caulfield
»»father: Holden Caulfield
»»siblings: None
»»others: Long time friend Kate, a gypsy fortuneteller (conwoman) who taught him many of the songs he knows.
»»background:
Born in a quite suburb of the large settlement, Montag grew up like most boys in the area. At school he excelled, and he graduated early with top marks. He had few friends, preferring books to people, and spent many days simply wondering around the wilderness alone, occasionally challenging a plant to a sword duel. After schooling he went on to train at a fencing school, where he found he could excel by being more clever than his opponent. The back and forth of faints and false attacks amused him to a great extend, prompting him to practice and become better overall (Though he lost his first tournament after entering a class beyond his skill level)
He soon felt the need for adventure, and signed aboard a cargo ship sailing around the lakes, where he learned the ins and outs of sailing. It was a small crew, and he proved time and time again a competent worker, and moved up the ranks until he was running much of the ship alone. One day in port, he meet Kate, who offered to read his fortune. He agreed, but quickly saw through her scam and proceeded to take her coin purse while she meditated on his “energy.” Later in the evening the two met again, drawn into an alehouse by the fiddler on stage. He conceded that he felt bad about taking the purse, and gave it back (less a few coins) and the two shared a few drinks together discussing all manner of music and world travels. He's kept in correspondence ever since, sending letters when he can>
The little cargo ship fell on hard times, and stopped sailing. Montag, 25 at the time, still had a lot of adventuring left to do, but no money to do it. So he got a job downtown as the bartender at a downtown pub. It was perfect for him, he could ramble constantly and yell at drunks. One day a very drunk old man noticed the knife on Montag's belt. In a slurred kind of speech, he told Montag that carrying a knife was stupid, that any boy worth his weight was carrying around a new sonic blaster, they got range. Montag frowned at the man, and told him kindly that if need be, the knife could be thrown. (Kindly is the wrong word, condescendingly would be the correct one.) The man bet Montag that he could not in fact throw the knife with any sort of accuracy (Like hell, you couldn't hit the port side of a schooner. In fact if you can hit that woman's hat I'd give you all the money in my pocket) The next step could only have happened by blind luck, and Montag managed to stick the knife into the woman's hat. This prompted two things. 1, he went and got the tattoo on his back. 2, he promptly got fired from the inn.
It did, however, become apparent that the man had opened a tab he did not intend to pay, and therefore had no money in his pockets. Which meant that yet again, neither did Montag. He had heard about a call to arms, a rallying cry to join the pirates against the controlling government. That certainly sounded like adventure, and they probably paid. So he set off to join the Pirates, eager for the next adventure.
Played By:
»»alias:Mutt, Rambling Mutt, Somemutt
»»age: 24
»»contact:PM me, if I'm online use the CBOX, or any of the other million ways to contact me. Go here: ramblingmutt.com/
»»rp sample:
Fake.... Gods....
The words resounded inside his head. He was too old, and too experienced to let it affect him. That is, he told himself he was not to be affected by it. Fake.. What did this fool girl know of anything? Could she even know God? Or was she machine, cold calculating and without any grasp of divinity. Killing her would be nothing, there was no soul, like squashing a bug as he had done so many times before.
Password:Freedom
How did you find us?:C1RCE Made Me