Lemarc
Lord of Altera
IMPORTANT NOTE: This is extremely outdated. By 3 years or so.
Here's a little music to go with the thing.
http://www.listenonrepeat.com/watch/?v=MYZg6TA4AgM&list=PL279CEE7DFA0D1D4F&index=3
Name: Lemarc Duggan
Nickname/Alias: Captain
Age: 44
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Build: Somewhat heavy
Height: 5' 11''
Weight:182 lbs.
Hair: Black/Slightly-Grey, kinda short hair, and a nice beard, not too long, nor too short.
Eyes: Dark brown.
Skin: Tan, after long time on the seas.
Tattoo/Scars: None worthy of mention, since there's a few small scars here and there.
Distinguishing Features: He have the look on his face that shows, this man's seen many places. (does that count?)
Traits or Blessings: His "loot finding sense" (could be described as a good instinct).
Clothes: He owns many diferent outfits. He usually wears long, dark blue robes. He also wear a red coat, black pants and boots (sailing/formal outfit) or beige pants, some shirt and a brown vest (working/normal outfit) from time to time.
Strengths: Mighty, strong, fairly good at leadership, very good navigator/sailor, posses the common sense and have a good instinct to find treasures, loot and general riches.
Weaknesses and fears: Can care too much for others, fear of having his friends in trouble because of him.
Hygiene: Clean enough.
Voice: Sounds somewhat like Sully, from Uncharted.
Family Heritages: Not described
Worships: Laets, fallen god of Seas & Storms - Silas, god of Knowledge
Disabilities/Illness: Nothing special to say here, he's a bit aged, but it does not stop him.
Intelligence : Can be quite smart, when needed.
Known Languages: Common.
Personality: Special, need to be seen/talked to to fully understand.
Short Term Goal: Make some new expeditions.
Long Term Goals: Restore Laets' glory?
Alignment: Good - Neutral
Professions: Sailor, adventurer, treasure hunter.
Hometown: Unknown
Current Home: Thiil
Favorite:
Color - White, blue and dark red
Food/drinks - Very cold water, fresh meat and Havardian Rum
Animal - Squids, fishes... sea animals, mostly.
Activity - Sailing, travelling and exploring new places.
Person - Hardtack "Groom" Duggan (his long dead son)
Least Favorite:
Color - "Unnatural" Colors.
Food/drinks - Rotten Flesh
Animal - None in particular
Activity - None in particular
Persons - Most Criminals
Backstory:
(Some of this had to be made that way due to the past application/short story system.)
(The first part is a bit taken and modified from my old white-list application.)
As many other men, I, Lemarc Duggan was one looking for adventure, and this, is my story.
As a young boy, my father would always tell me about his latest adventure on the sea. Those stories had filled my mind that it became my dream, and my destiny.To be my only master, to live as some kind of adventurer or treasure hunter.
As I was in the early-20, the vessel on which my best friend was never came back. I never knew what happened to him, was he captive of pirates, trapped on a deserted island, or... dead ? Maybe he was eaten by cannibals or sharks. But as I extremely disliked this idea, I just never thought of it that way. This is the motivation that, a year later, lead me to leave my parents's house and roam the world to find him, even tough I was sure this was impossible to find him again. I also thought that it was a way to begin again, to start to live my dream is I always wanted to. This is how I ended up mixed in the most unlikely, mysterious and strange adventure I could have ever hope for.
Sad, I told farewell to my parents and to my little sister, who was at that time only 8 years old. May the gods bless them. As I was walking to the port, I've managed to keep calm and wished good luck to any and all I had met, knowing it would probably be the last time I would meet them. Many of the people I met where my friends, I'd say it was quite hard to leave all of them behind... Then, I got on the ship, the one that was headed for some far away lands.
I can't recall how many nights I've spend, sleepless in my hammock down in the hull, remembering all those that I had met and left behind, then, in a more positive way, trying to expect what that the future held in his pocket for me. Back then, I would have never believed that all those choices I had made would lead me to owning two beautiful islands.
''Get up Lemarc, your turn to go on the wheel, what's the old man said.'' Told me Ralph the little brother of the captain.
Slowly, I got up and managed not to wake up everybody in the ship by tripping on whatever lied on the floor. In this pitch black darkness, finding the ladder to get back on the quarter deck was quite the challenge. When I finally got up there, the captain, an old guy named Attila was waiting for me.
''Ah, there you are, what too you so long Lemarc?'' he said.
''I can't tell for you, but I don't see in pitch black darkness!'' I answer'd him.
I clearly remember him laughing. Can't really tell why, but he really seemed to like me. Almost like his own brother. At this moment, it was the very first time I got my hands on the wheel, closely supervised by Attila After something that was quite close to two weeks of teaching me how to maneuver the ship, he let me do this on my own. We became close friends by then. A few days after, we got to the docks of a huge city, filled with activity, trading and the most important, taverns!
While we where on port, unloading the goods to sell them to some store, Attila got his leg crushed by a box. Broken into many pieces, he was unable to lead this ship properly, that's when he put his little brother Ralph in command of the boat, keeping me as some sort of slave or servant to be sure he always had what he needed on board.
A few months after, he got sick, probably scurvy or such a thing, and died. Bah, it was such a mess on this ship when he left us. Some folks had in mind to take over the vessel and use it to loot some other ships. A very small number of loyal sailors stayed up with Ralph, but as we where outnumbered, them made us captive and sold us as slaves in a sugarcane plantation.
I don't really want to talk about this, but I'll say that from those who was on the ship with me, not many stayed alive for over a year, Ralph was one of the first to die out there. Being young and full of energy, I managed to stay there for 2 years before managing to escape and get on a trading vessel that was about to leave.
As hiding in this ship was quite difficult, it took no time for them to find me. They got me all tied up and presented me to the captain. As unbelievable is it can sound, I convinced them that, with my experience as a navigator, I could be of some use to them, preventing me of feeding the sharks. I spend little time with them, getting away at the first chance I had, as most of the crew wanted me dead, believing that I was just some petty thief or rascal bringing them trouble and nothing more.
Leaving this bunch behind, it took me a few days to get a job aboard another vessel, one that I stayed on for over 5 years of my life. Telling you all the things that happened while I was on board with them would take way too long, to make this quick, I learned quite a lot from them. After those 5 years, the captain of this boat got tired of sailing the seas and leaved me in position of total authority over the crew. With this ship under my command, we traded for around 6 years, this is when things got bad.
The storm of all storms hit us during the night. As I commanded them to bring back the sails, I got thrown off the ship. As I lost all hope to get back on it, there was this... huge wave that hit the ship, almost sending it to the bottoms. Thanks to the second in command, they did not went down. But nothing in the world could have saved them from that whirlwind it broke the ship apart, sending all the crew to their doom, or if any survived, I never knew about it.
After a while to swim in this unchained sea, I lost consciousness, when I woke up, I was near some sort of temple, The Groove of Shalherana they said. Those priestesses took care of me, and even thought they said I looked quite old they where surprised to know that I was only in the mid-30, It must have been this time on the sea, gave me quite the face... In this new place, I decided to try to live of the land as a hunter. It did not took long for me to miss the long journeys on the sea. With all the money that I managed to collect I bought a very small boat, the H.L.S. Revenant.
With this small boat, I explored many places, trying to find one to call home. That's when I stumble across theses isles, which I later called the Gemstone Isles. Finding the place perfect to have as a home, I got my very little goods to this place, and when back to bring a friend, a woman named Kenina, she was some sort of mage, a priestess if my memory's good. She helped me a lot to build around theses isles, but she unfortunately died a short while later, ripped to pieces by a pack of zombies. Just to make this clear, we where not a couple, but good friends trying to colonize two islands to have a piece of heaven in this world. I will probably always miss her, may the gods take care of her soul...
Alone, I managed to cut a few trees and to start this manor where I live right now. I got helped my many friends I had met shortly before, especially by a Dwarf, Gromm Wake II to be precise, I also had the luck to get helped my a young woman called Ciri and also by a few other fellows. And now, here we are, sitting in the work that took me 3 years to build, leaving me to this noble age of 37. I may be a bit old, but my flame still burns inside me, and never, nothing in the world will put it out! If there's something to enjoy about life, it's to live free.
So, this is pretty much all I had to say, I hope my story interested you, I hope we meet again, young man/woman.
Here's a little music to go with the thing.
http://www.listenonrepeat.com/watch/?v=MYZg6TA4AgM&list=PL279CEE7DFA0D1D4F&index=3
Name: Lemarc Duggan
Nickname/Alias: Captain
Age: 44
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Build: Somewhat heavy
Height: 5' 11''
Weight:182 lbs.
Hair: Black/Slightly-Grey, kinda short hair, and a nice beard, not too long, nor too short.
Eyes: Dark brown.
Skin: Tan, after long time on the seas.
Tattoo/Scars: None worthy of mention, since there's a few small scars here and there.
Distinguishing Features: He have the look on his face that shows, this man's seen many places. (does that count?)
Traits or Blessings: His "loot finding sense" (could be described as a good instinct).
Clothes: He owns many diferent outfits. He usually wears long, dark blue robes. He also wear a red coat, black pants and boots (sailing/formal outfit) or beige pants, some shirt and a brown vest (working/normal outfit) from time to time.
Strengths: Mighty, strong, fairly good at leadership, very good navigator/sailor, posses the common sense and have a good instinct to find treasures, loot and general riches.
Weaknesses and fears: Can care too much for others, fear of having his friends in trouble because of him.
Hygiene: Clean enough.
Voice: Sounds somewhat like Sully, from Uncharted.
Family Heritages: Not described
Worships: Laets, fallen god of Seas & Storms - Silas, god of Knowledge
Disabilities/Illness: Nothing special to say here, he's a bit aged, but it does not stop him.
Intelligence : Can be quite smart, when needed.
Known Languages: Common.
Personality: Special, need to be seen/talked to to fully understand.
Short Term Goal: Make some new expeditions.
Long Term Goals: Restore Laets' glory?
Alignment: Good - Neutral
Professions: Sailor, adventurer, treasure hunter.
Hometown: Unknown
Current Home: Thiil
Favorite:
Color - White, blue and dark red
Food/drinks - Very cold water, fresh meat and Havardian Rum
Animal - Squids, fishes... sea animals, mostly.
Activity - Sailing, travelling and exploring new places.
Person - Hardtack "Groom" Duggan (his long dead son)
Least Favorite:
Color - "Unnatural" Colors.
Food/drinks - Rotten Flesh
Animal - None in particular
Activity - None in particular
Persons - Most Criminals
Backstory:
(Some of this had to be made that way due to the past application/short story system.)
(The first part is a bit taken and modified from my old white-list application.)
As many other men, I, Lemarc Duggan was one looking for adventure, and this, is my story.
As a young boy, my father would always tell me about his latest adventure on the sea. Those stories had filled my mind that it became my dream, and my destiny.To be my only master, to live as some kind of adventurer or treasure hunter.
As I was in the early-20, the vessel on which my best friend was never came back. I never knew what happened to him, was he captive of pirates, trapped on a deserted island, or... dead ? Maybe he was eaten by cannibals or sharks. But as I extremely disliked this idea, I just never thought of it that way. This is the motivation that, a year later, lead me to leave my parents's house and roam the world to find him, even tough I was sure this was impossible to find him again. I also thought that it was a way to begin again, to start to live my dream is I always wanted to. This is how I ended up mixed in the most unlikely, mysterious and strange adventure I could have ever hope for.
Sad, I told farewell to my parents and to my little sister, who was at that time only 8 years old. May the gods bless them. As I was walking to the port, I've managed to keep calm and wished good luck to any and all I had met, knowing it would probably be the last time I would meet them. Many of the people I met where my friends, I'd say it was quite hard to leave all of them behind... Then, I got on the ship, the one that was headed for some far away lands.
I can't recall how many nights I've spend, sleepless in my hammock down in the hull, remembering all those that I had met and left behind, then, in a more positive way, trying to expect what that the future held in his pocket for me. Back then, I would have never believed that all those choices I had made would lead me to owning two beautiful islands.
''Get up Lemarc, your turn to go on the wheel, what's the old man said.'' Told me Ralph the little brother of the captain.
Slowly, I got up and managed not to wake up everybody in the ship by tripping on whatever lied on the floor. In this pitch black darkness, finding the ladder to get back on the quarter deck was quite the challenge. When I finally got up there, the captain, an old guy named Attila was waiting for me.
''Ah, there you are, what too you so long Lemarc?'' he said.
''I can't tell for you, but I don't see in pitch black darkness!'' I answer'd him.
I clearly remember him laughing. Can't really tell why, but he really seemed to like me. Almost like his own brother. At this moment, it was the very first time I got my hands on the wheel, closely supervised by Attila After something that was quite close to two weeks of teaching me how to maneuver the ship, he let me do this on my own. We became close friends by then. A few days after, we got to the docks of a huge city, filled with activity, trading and the most important, taverns!
While we where on port, unloading the goods to sell them to some store, Attila got his leg crushed by a box. Broken into many pieces, he was unable to lead this ship properly, that's when he put his little brother Ralph in command of the boat, keeping me as some sort of slave or servant to be sure he always had what he needed on board.
A few months after, he got sick, probably scurvy or such a thing, and died. Bah, it was such a mess on this ship when he left us. Some folks had in mind to take over the vessel and use it to loot some other ships. A very small number of loyal sailors stayed up with Ralph, but as we where outnumbered, them made us captive and sold us as slaves in a sugarcane plantation.
I don't really want to talk about this, but I'll say that from those who was on the ship with me, not many stayed alive for over a year, Ralph was one of the first to die out there. Being young and full of energy, I managed to stay there for 2 years before managing to escape and get on a trading vessel that was about to leave.
As hiding in this ship was quite difficult, it took no time for them to find me. They got me all tied up and presented me to the captain. As unbelievable is it can sound, I convinced them that, with my experience as a navigator, I could be of some use to them, preventing me of feeding the sharks. I spend little time with them, getting away at the first chance I had, as most of the crew wanted me dead, believing that I was just some petty thief or rascal bringing them trouble and nothing more.
Leaving this bunch behind, it took me a few days to get a job aboard another vessel, one that I stayed on for over 5 years of my life. Telling you all the things that happened while I was on board with them would take way too long, to make this quick, I learned quite a lot from them. After those 5 years, the captain of this boat got tired of sailing the seas and leaved me in position of total authority over the crew. With this ship under my command, we traded for around 6 years, this is when things got bad.
The storm of all storms hit us during the night. As I commanded them to bring back the sails, I got thrown off the ship. As I lost all hope to get back on it, there was this... huge wave that hit the ship, almost sending it to the bottoms. Thanks to the second in command, they did not went down. But nothing in the world could have saved them from that whirlwind it broke the ship apart, sending all the crew to their doom, or if any survived, I never knew about it.
After a while to swim in this unchained sea, I lost consciousness, when I woke up, I was near some sort of temple, The Groove of Shalherana they said. Those priestesses took care of me, and even thought they said I looked quite old they where surprised to know that I was only in the mid-30, It must have been this time on the sea, gave me quite the face... In this new place, I decided to try to live of the land as a hunter. It did not took long for me to miss the long journeys on the sea. With all the money that I managed to collect I bought a very small boat, the H.L.S. Revenant.
With this small boat, I explored many places, trying to find one to call home. That's when I stumble across theses isles, which I later called the Gemstone Isles. Finding the place perfect to have as a home, I got my very little goods to this place, and when back to bring a friend, a woman named Kenina, she was some sort of mage, a priestess if my memory's good. She helped me a lot to build around theses isles, but she unfortunately died a short while later, ripped to pieces by a pack of zombies. Just to make this clear, we where not a couple, but good friends trying to colonize two islands to have a piece of heaven in this world. I will probably always miss her, may the gods take care of her soul...
Alone, I managed to cut a few trees and to start this manor where I live right now. I got helped my many friends I had met shortly before, especially by a Dwarf, Gromm Wake II to be precise, I also had the luck to get helped my a young woman called Ciri and also by a few other fellows. And now, here we are, sitting in the work that took me 3 years to build, leaving me to this noble age of 37. I may be a bit old, but my flame still burns inside me, and never, nothing in the world will put it out! If there's something to enjoy about life, it's to live free.
So, this is pretty much all I had to say, I hope my story interested you, I hope we meet again, young man/woman.
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