Servants – The Syrien Prisoners ~ Character Option

[abbeyvie]

Servants – The Syrien Prisoners

An Opportunity:
The Syrien are known in the lore to sink ships for their precious ‘loot’. Occasionally the ferocious, beautiful Syrien would attack sailors, travelers, pirates, or any that travel the seas. If a Syrien were to find a survivor after the sinking of the ship, it isn’t unheard of them snatching the survivor away and ‘imprisoning’ them for life. I would like to offer players the opportunity to ‘be apart’ of the race without actually being the race. In case that the Syrien slots are full and you are 100% determined to be apart of the culture, this is the ‘career’ for you.


The Character:
Already your character is in terms a ‘slave’ or ‘prisoner,’ so your character has experienced defeat. When choosing personality traits you must think about how a trait could react to your ‘master’. If you possess the ‘rebellious’ trait, your master could easily have your slain. If your character is a ‘coward’, your master could easily pity you. Think about the personality and the effect it will have.
Your previous ‘backstory’ needs to preferably relate to why you’re on the sea. I do not want ‘jesters that swam and were captured’. You either needs to be a ‘sailor’ or ‘traveler,’ if you are not please expand on why your character ended up this way.


Application:
Please fill out the character profile, and also include a little bit of how you were captured.

Name:
Nickname/Alias:
Age:
Gender:
Race:
Height:
Weight:
Hair:
Eyes:
Skin:
Identifying Marks:
Appearance:
Strengths:
Weaknesses and fears:
Religion and cults:
Profession:
Backstory:
Personality:

Slots: Meh.. Depends

Questions? Please ask below.

A starter for assistance:

Thundering, the salty seawater splashes against my face. Our masts torn, we slowly carried away into the murkiness. The lighting cracks nearby, the storm consumes our boat. “ Breath when the times get tough,” the captain says, “The Sea will not burden our minds as well.” Nothin’ could be worse than this. Nothin’.​

Note: You'll probably be asked to join the Oceana house.

List: (In works)
1. goldengem
2. freyadavis
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[Fitz]

I like that you are now taking slaves abbey! You've come so far

get those land lubbers to go shop for you on dry land! I would sign up if it meant I could clean the fins of the syrie but I know how touchy you all are about your fins...

 

[abbeyvie]

Fitz.. I think that everytime I see you ingame.. I'm going to swim.. For my life.

On a serious note:
I hope that I do have some people who are seriously going to RP this. It actually would be a cool RP.. Your character would experience hard times.

 

[wakerman4]

Yep. Gromm can swim. THANKS TO BEING A Mermaid Syrie pet!

Name: Gromm Wake II

Nickname/Alias: Silly dwarf. Dwarfy. Ignorant. Many other insults may very.

Age: 32

Gender: Male Dwarfy.

Race: Dwarf.

Height: 4'9

Weight: "Oi! Can't go around ask'in for me weight!"

Hair: Mix of ginger and brown.

Eyes: Blue as the sea.

Skin: White dwarven.

Identifying Marks: A large bloody beard!

Appearance: Seems heavily armoured, and has quite a large beard. Mostly seems nice.
Up until the point where he is angry. Then he is FAR from nice.

Strengths: Good with almost any weapon, sometimes smart. Very agile, which is odd for how he looks. Also, very strong. Can punch a wooden pillar, and it will crack. And if he dies, will just somehow, someway, come back to life, like he has done for the last 12 times. Luck is ALWAYS on his side.

Weaknesses: Ignorant, forgetful, sometimes stupid. Also, somehow, gets captured very easily.

Fears: Losing his friends, and family. Also his honour.

Religion and cults: Believe in Korog, because he's seen Korog's halls (Heaven) about 12 times.

Profession: Yearnem member, soldier, (Secret) assassin, Knight of Thundervall, and hunter (part time).

Backstory: Gromm's Backstory is long and hard to write. Let me sum it up...here.
http://hollowworld.co.uk/index.php?...ry-finally-revealed-and-story-of-wakes.18466/

Personality: Very emotional, for one. And stubborn and ignorant, as any dwarf. Enjoys baking cookies.
Most importantly, Gromm is a big adventurer, and will try anything.
He used to be a brainless brute, like when he first came to Port Silver, his goal was to just meet Queen Abbey.
It's been a long time since then. (5 months irl). Gromm has learnt a lot.
And seeing a Syire again, Gromm will take much caution. He has been a pirate, a warlord, possessed by a demon, a noble family member, ghost, and much much more.
Yet, Gromm never learns to take heed of warnings. Not even from King Seth.
Charging head-first into danger is his way, and it works 80% of the time. Even when angry.
When Gromm is angry, he is a compleatly new person. A heartless fool, yet a brute, unstoppable with a waving axe.

Note: Can we not have Gromm killed. Please?

 

[Yoda]

Aaaw... I wanted to do it..

Anyways, I love this initiative Abbey.

 

[Goldengem25]

Name: Professor Dav'id Engem II

Nickname/Alias: Frosty, Prof, David, Doc

Age: 42

Gender: Male

Race: "Off" Human

Height: 6,7

Weight: Unspecified, AKA heavy

Hair: Snow white

Eyes: Sapphire blue, but it's hard to notice them with his glasses on

Skin: White

Identifying Marks: A large amount of scars on his hands, neck, and other parts around his body. He usually wears a labcoat and glasses though, which hides many of these scars. He also has a large beard and mustache combo. He has green blood, which is ever so slightly acidic when exposed to normal air.

Appearance: Dav'id isn't what most would name handsome, but he is a fairly mild looking bloke. He is quite tall and muscular, and he is (nearly) always moderately clean. Also, as listed above, he has a large amount of scars. His white hair and blue eyes are also very "cold" colors, which suits his usual attire and home style well. He also has a large amount of facial hair. He is almost always seen in his usual labcoat, but if not in that, he would be in a attire of animal pelts, bones, leather and ect.

Strengths: Dav'id is incredible calm and motivated, usually putting his willpower to the edge. He is very strong as well, and he is a very talented MMA artist (that being mixed martial arts), specilizing in his own forms of boxing and wrestling. He can also absorb a large amount of damage, and he can recover from usually terminal injuries in hours or just a few days. He is also seen as very intelligent, seeing as he was a professor. This means he's a naturally born teacher, and that he is often seen as wise. He is also skilled with bomb making and stone cutting, along with other things. He also has a very low metabolism, which means he can go on for a long time without proper food. He also possesses very advanced senses, and a good amount of stamina.

Weaknesses and fears: Dav'id is a large man, and in the beginning of a fight, he is very slow (he may speed up though as the fight progresses). His advanced senses can also be used against him, such as taking off his glasses (which hinder his sight), exposing him to large amounts of noise, ect. and ect. He is also effectively nerve dead, which means he finds it hard to tell how much damage has been dealt. He is vulnerable to sharp pains as well, and he is also very terrible with weapons (well, not the spear/knuckle dusters). He is susceptible to ranged weapons as well, but he has a large tolerance over flame and frost, making it hard for specialized magic users. He also has a crippling fear of cannibalism. He also fights for seemingly stupid things, but he only fights for what he believes is just.

Religion and cults: He is a very religious man, about what is the puzzle. He worships tribal Deity's, but any knowledge about them is clouded by him not referencing them enough.

Profession: He is/was a professor, but now he just keeps to his life style of building and teaching in the City of Stone. (Or does he?)

Backstory: (This is taken from my application, and I feel that this is the best summing up of his backstory I could come up with for a long while)


From the beginning of his life, he was born into a world of solitude and misery. He hailed from the Engem clan, a group of savages who which resided in a desolate wasteland miles and miles from the lands of the Northern Kingdoms. These lands were covered in snow and ice, a beautiful sight to behold to the rare visitor. To the village he was to, the snow represented horror and hate. The snow would constantly kill game and crops, causing constant deaths involving starvation. How ever, the snow and ice harbored much worse; the undead. Or in the clans tongue: Unfarr'zu, meaning Decayed Warrior.

The undead would kill the denizens of the land in day or night, but they seemed more hostile in heavy snow storms. They were also attracted to the scent of fear. We would always fight back, but the undead had something that many other undead lacked; strategy. They would attack in large numbers, trying to cut of a small group of people. One time they raided the Engem clans village, managing to kill 4 noble warriors, one being his dad. He was seven at the time, and in the clan it is tradition to be named at 10 years of age. His father would name him during this event, but considering he was killed, he never truly got a name. However his clan would commonly call him "David", or "Dav'id" after his father. He was out hunting at the age of 15, and he was lost in a unusually thick snow storm. He lost his village in the progress, which brought him great sadness. During his time of mourning, a lone undead came towards him. Out of pure anger and spite, he jabbed it as it came shambling towards him. His strike was powerful. He managed to effectively break the zombie in two. He heard foot steps. He looked towards the source of the noise, seeing a large silhouette of a man walk closer and closer towards him. When the shadow was a mere few meters away from David, he started to make out features. A grey robe, green skin, large teeth. It was big. It was an Earthspawn.

He asked who the Earthspawn who he was. He said his name was Dilo'thal. David asked him where he came from. He said that he was from an island that harbored the capital of his clan, and that he himself was a scholar exploring this land. He spoke of large valleys and canyons in mountains that housed his home city. He spoke of monuments and land marks. David was amazed with what he heard. He told him about his life, and the Earthspawn took pity upon him. He offered him to come back to the home and live along side him and his family. David was incredibly thankful, and came with him back to the grand city of Riteunmar. At first, he was mocked by other Earthspawn because of him being a "weak human", and it didn't help him having white hair and wearing white robes, or lab coats. This disrespect faded as soon as he accomplished feats such as curing Blue Fever (an arcane disease) and improving the Earthspawn siege weapons, not to mention alliances with other races like the Greylings, Caparii and Dwarves. He studied at the cities university until he was granted to title of professor, in which time he was considered an Earthspawn himself. Eventually he left the city armed with nothing but his fists, A canoe, his fighting skills and some stale bread. He set off to spread the Earthspawn's teachings and influence across the world, and eventually find his original home. This is the story of Prof. Dav'id Engem II.

Personality: Dav'id is a very kind and generous man, who feels that he must fight for everything just. If someone needs help, he won't think twice. He thinks that every race is equal, and he also has a large respect for those who do the same for him. He doesn't hold grudges, and he is also very calm and happy. He always wishes for another happiness, as he can't stand the idea of someone being upset. He is very politically active, and he enjoys building. But... Something is "off" about him. He seems to shroud some things in his native tongue, and he seems to harbor a secret...

 

[Jeroxia]

(Please do not kill this one too)
Name: Jeroxia Whitemore Silverian
Nickname/Alias: Madman / lanky lad
Age: 34
Gender: male
Race: Human
Height: 5’’7
Weight: 140 lbs
Hair: Brown Half-long and messy due to his hat
Eyes: Foresty Green
Skin: pale
Identifying Marks: Jesters costume and a Pluck of grey hair under his hat
Appearance: Usually walks around in his jesters costume
Strengths: Talking and jumping… Furthermore quite useless
Weaknesses and fears: Fears a lot of things.. too much to list.. But overcomes those for the sake of his friends
Religion and cults: Does not Believe in gods since he is very unlucky
Profession: Jester
Backstory:

Seeing his best friend being alive Jeroxia followed him to aeroch nor for a chat with his friend Dav’id and himself .being there he decided to stick with Gromm since he has nowhere else to go.. They took a lot of ale.. Brawled a lot… Jeroxia had missed his best friend in his absence.
(That is how he ended up on the same ship which got captured by syrien)

Personality: Insane and Mad… Very friendly lad but not very bright .. is not considered to be funny at all.. Does a lot of things he should not do… And likes Skara and meat a lot

 

[MaelstromPuddle]

Can I just add that this is a commitment role, you can't jst leave Okeanos as you please, you must be escorted by a Syrien

 

[Goldengem25]

Can I just add that this is a commitment role, you can't jst leave Okeanos as you please, you must be escorted by a Syrien

Would someone be able to RP bust me out?

 

[MaelstromPuddle]

they would be killed

 

[Goldengem25]

they would be killed

Would there be any way of escape, or would I be stuck there until I was freed by the syrien.

 

[MaelstromPuddle]

Its possible but I rerfer to abbeys former post

Question with a question! Why would you apply for a servant.. then flee?

Anywho.. it might be, but you could easily be recaptured.

 

[Jak]

Look, if you're going to apply you will not be rebellious, and you will most likely not try to escape. Your spirit has been broken and crushed into tiny little pieces. If you do try and escape you will be killed...

So please. If you are applying, quell all thoughts of rebellion. Quell all thoughts of anything alike rebellion. And play your role as a slave.

 

[SpiderMonkey1701]

Okay, I'm applying.
Here goes

Name: Idril Lupa Engem
Nickname/Alias: None.
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Race: Wood Elf
Height: 6'0
Weight: Unknown (If you really need it then I'll make one up)
Hair: Dirty Blonde
Eyes: Cyan (I have the ability to change my eye colour)
Skin: Pale
Identifying Marks: Bright green tribal paint
Appearance: Idril is a fairly good looking girl, with long dirty blonde hair and bright blue eyes, she is well built and reasonably strong.
Strengths: Fast, agile.
Weaknesses and fears: Not good around new people.
Religion and cults: Secret Organisation
Profession: None. Enjoys hunting.
Backstory: Idril arrived at Port Silver after being sent away from her home land by her father, due to a war. She made friends with a few people, but not many. A shy girl, she tended to stay away from most people, sticking with who she knew, she soon moved from Caldwell to Aeroch Nor, meeting new people and putting herself in much danger. Soon bored of her surroundings, Idril decided a trip was in order, and she hopped on the nearest boat, not knowing her destination and certainly not expecting what she got... (Usually I can do better, but y'know, writers block )
Personality: Idril is quiet most of the time, but quietly confident. She strives for her goals and is very positive, not often giving up on what she wants. She will speak her mind when it is needed, and is not afraid of a fight or two.
EDIT: Can we not kill Idril.

There
Done.
Its not too bad, right? Right..?

 

[Deathmoron]

Name: Aloan DiLeon
Nickname/Alias: Aloan, Red elf, Redstone, *other names which had to do with his lust for redstone and his hair*
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Race: High Elf
Height: 6' 8"
Weight: 180lb
Hair: Redstone red, preferably messy, only cut when needed.
Eyes: Redstone red, with the distinguishing details, which are pass down in the DiLeon family.
Skin: Pale, with a tad tan.. A /tad/.
Identifying Marks: His restone colored hair and eyes are what mostly makes him different, also the details, which are on his eyes.
Appearance: His slender form hides his strength, his family insignia burned right on the back of his neck which he did to himself to remember what it was.
Strengths: He is an excellent learner, he tries to learn by himself, but often finds himself with others.
Weaknesses and fears: His fear of losing his trust for every one, which sometimes renders him paranoid. His dream would put him in a deep sleep since he treasures it a bit too much. His reflexes are not the best since he is far sighted, meaning he can see well up close(He tends to hide this). Although, he has his strengths, he is still weaker than most. He keeps two of his needles as piercing so those can be easily ripped out.
Religion and cults: He ultimately in She who is beyond names, but he also would believe in Harateth and Rahas.
Profession: He is an engineer, with some experience as a scribe, more over as a smith.
Backstory: Aloan is not a traditional high elf, he wanted to be an engineer and mine for his own resources. While he was a some traveler he saw this building, the University of Altera, he was excited that he can fufill his dreams. He studied and studied until he would sleep in his general spot, a seat in the library. Now when it came to leave the University to Harlaus he would use what he had learned and help his new community. He would always pray to at-least catch a glance of his family but his family was nowhere to be seen(they are not dead). He had nothing but one request in Harlaus and he failed the dealer, he was given money, but he has felt rather sad since there was nothing to do. That just had to change, now!

He just wanted something to do, he never wanted to become a slave/prisoner. He wanted to set forth to travel by waters to see if he can go to another land who at-least wanted a merchant. So he made his own small boat which could carry the things he needed and himself, the boat was made from oak wood which he had collected in a forest at the Southern Wilds. He went to the nearest shore/beach and set the boat to probably go on a trip which could give him something to do. He thought about something Wyvern had said, which was that he wasn't a regular elf, he laugh as he thought about it. He gathered his things and put in on the boat, he hesitated, so he left his things on the boat and sleep it off for a day.

As he awoke he thought to himself of what could be out there in the ocean, he knew about the syrien, but since he met them they have been either nice or to scared. He went up to the boat and set sail, the thought of seeing a syrie was a little frightening and a bit embarrassing, his childish thinking had taken over him a couple times. He was well out of the ocean he knew, because the highest mountain couldn't be seen from he was, he was sitting in his small boat as he heard the wind going on his side, now the boat was going fast and steady until he saw something in the corner of his eye.
{A blur..? What could it have been..?}

The blur moved closer to the boat, as he thought he was going to lose his life, the syrie image came closer, far to be seen by him, he smiled at the syrie. The syrie was still moving, then it grabbed his head, he blushed for a moment but then he felt shock. The syrie had tore out his needle which he used as a piercing on his cheek, he was screaming in agonizing pain, hold his cheek hoping for the pain to stop at the syrie came closer for his other needle, which was pierced through his ear, he pushed back the syrie and it happened. The syrie began to attack, it was only one but he was totally defenseless his boat easily ripped apart, though, his belongings had sunken he had not. His cheek and ear, now numb, are left bleeding. The syrie's attempt to drown him had failed and now he is taken prisoner.
Personality: Aloan is nice to people he trust, for people he don't trust. he has nothing to say to them, but if they got a task for him he would do without hesitation.

 

[Deathmoron]

Well, there's my application. I took Jeroxias.. Advice.

 

[xxxLouisRulesxxx]

Name: Arvellon Ayne

Nickname/Alias: Arv

Age: 80 years old, (Around 20 in Human years)

Gender:Male

Race:Wood Elf

Height:7,5

Weight:Muscled/Heavy

Hair:Light Blue-ish

Eyes: Dark Blue

Skin:Tanned

Identifying Marks:Only has one eye, he only wears a pair of leather pants and a pair of golden vambraces, most of the time. Green Tribal paint.

Appearance: Arvellon is a pretty faced, muscled boy, he has several scars scattered around his body.

Strengths:He is extremely strong, can ignore most kinds of pain, has a good condition.
Weaknesses and fears:The nerves in his right leg don't function properly, so, he can barely run.

Religion and cults:None.

Profession:None.

Backstory: Arvellon arrived in Altera after his wanderlust forced him out of his boring life, he immediatly started working as a mercenary, after he earned enough money, he decided search for a place to live, after he had bought a place in Caldwell, he met several people, who would later become good friends of Arvellon. After having several incidents with the duke of Caldwell, he decided to move into Aeroch nor, still doing mercenary work, he was invited to guard a small caravan that would travel across the sea, unaware of the risk of that trip, Arvellon accepted, and gladly went along with the caravan.

On one of the first few days of the trip, Arvellon woke up early, he was the only one on the ship's deck, as he looked in the water, he saw several fish-like creatures swimming around the boat. The curious fellow he was, he decided to take off his clothes and go for a swim, to see the strange creatures from up close.
As one of the creatures drew his attention, he got dragged into the depth of the ocean by another.
"What a dumb way to die." he thought.

He woke up in some weird looking cavern, only to see his hands and feet were tied.
He recognized the same weird looking creatures he had seen on the ship,
when he asked one of them for an explanation, the creature replied with "Shut your mouth, slave!"
As the idea of having to serve someone struck him, he thought to himself "The idea of drowning doesn't look too bad, now.."


Personality:Quiet, He will fight first, ask questions later. Enjoys sleeping. Curious.Independent, won't listen to anyone he doesn't respect.

Note: I'd like to let Arvellon live, please.

 

[xxSTARNOOBxx]

Name: Lilisder Provac
Nickname/Alias: Lil.
Age: 6 In Elven, So... About 7-8 In human
Gender: Female.
Race: High Elf
Height: 3'11
Weight: 57 lbs.
Hair: Silky Tan...ish...
Eyes: Hazel
Skin: Pale.
Identifying Marks: None.
Appearance: Lilisder has a little chubby face, but other than that is a very petite child. Her Tan...ish... hair falls dead straight, only about as long as her collar bone.
Strengths: Lilisder is very fast (From being so young..), and can actually swim very well.
Weaknesses and fears: She hates being snuck up on, and breaks down in nervous situations.
Religion and cults: Being so young, she really doesnt believe in anything except the concept of kindness.
Profession: She does not have a job.
Backstory:

"Come on!" I shouted, urging my brother to get on the little canoe our mother had made for us. I waited a few more minutes, and got impatient waiting for him. He always liked to look nice- for every occasion. I hopped in the little canoe, and pushed the oars out weakly in the little pond. This was even better than swimming!
{Push, Pull, Push, Pull. Back, forth, back forth, back, forth}
This is so exhausting! I pushed, pulled, back, forth, all the way to the edge, by the ocean... I looked out, and there my brother was, playing with sticks and stones. I went over to him, and asked if he could row the canoe out in the water, away from the island. He looked at me, a little suprised, then said yes.
He rowed us out, smoothly and steadily. Hes getting good at this, I thought. I looked around, and spotted something. What was that!? I curled up in the canoe, arms over knees. I heard something! I looked around, quickly. I was getting dizzy... My brother heard it too! He looked around, looking, looking. Then he put a finger over his mouth and said "Shhhhh..."
He started looking around, Where were we? He asked. I shrugged. "I thought you knew!" I said, almost hysteric. That thing in the water was getting closer..
Person? Was it Momma? No... Fish? Thats a big fish.. thats NOT a fish... but its not a person.. but its a fish.. and a person!? What!?! It came up to the side of the boat, looked at us, looked at me and then went back under. It popped back up on the other side, and grabbed my brother! What was it doing!? I had swam in the ocean before, I was... ok. I jumped over the side of the canoe, not knowing my brother just surfaced. Something grabbed my arm, slimy? No.. what was between the fingers? Ew.. gross! "Let go!" I tried to scream, but my cries only came out in bubbles. I let go, I tried to. The calmer you are, the less air you need... right? I think... Well... I was gone... gone gone gone. The waters I loved had taken me.... But where? And by what?


Personality: Lilisder is a common child, giggly, loves jokes, but cannot stand the sight of blood. At all. She will pass out, almost instantly. She is submissive, but a curious child. She can handle being picked on, but sometimes she will have enough, and well... Throw a "Hissy Fit". She is easily fooled. She loves to play games, but the slightest jump scare will make her scream, and run away. When someone asks her a question, the first thing she always says is "Ohuh.." She feels bad about the slightest mistake, and feels like she owes the person a "Favor," Whatever that may be.

 

[wark]

Name: Ri Milgamor
Nickname/Alias: Quite simply.. Ri
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Height: 5'3"
Weight: Slightly less than average, being quite malnourished
Hair: Bald, though it would be a light brown; Only slight 'stubble' remains atop his head
Eyes: Stone-cold black
Skin: Pale, a slight tan
Identifying Marks: The countless scars, and his ritualistic blue tattoos across his face
Appearance: Ri has a thin, pinched face, and a slight frame. His shoulders are small, chest similar, and his legs making up most of his height. That being said, his muscles are clearly visible, from years of labor.
Strengths: Ri is quite strong for his age, having had to work many years of manual labor. His agility and flexibility have also risen with his strength, though it is largely wasted, as he has no idea how to fight or do anything but the most basic work. He is very simple-minded in his purpose in life, giving him a direct and blunt approach to everything.
Weaknesses and fears: While he is quite strong, he does not have much weight to back it up... Nor brains. His intelligence level is severely lacking, though more from lack of proper education than anything. His simple-mindedness also contributes to this. Other than that, he fears that which cannot be explained simply, and freedom from his slave life; Freedom would cause him to be ridden of his purpose in life. Some may call him dumb, or slow-witted, though they would be wrong- he is simply content with his life as it is. Despite his strength, he has a low pain threshold.
Religion and cults: He chooses not to actively worship; The gods have never helped him before
Profession: Slave.
Backstory: The rickety boat rocked, creaking against the massive waves. The captain shouted from above the deck, booming voice commanding the slacking sailors. Water leaked from the above deck, making a constant: drip.. drip.. drip... The boat rocked again, more violently. Ri merely sat on his moldy, smelly room floor, shifting the hay which made his bedding, unconcerned by events around him. He need not be any more concerned than usual, he figured; they'd made it safe every other time. Slaves around him moaned, rattling their chains, seemingly agitated by their predicament. True, the storm was what the sailors called a 'wrecker', one that led most ships onto the edges of jagged rocks along the coast around these parts, but the ol' boat was sturdy, and had weathered many more storms before. Drip.. Drip.. Drip... The shouting grew louder and more insistent above, though he paid it no mind. They couldn't be so close to shore as to crash, not at the rate they'd be going. A scream sounded from above, and then from the side. The ship lurched, sending Ri tumbling to the side. There was a sharp crack, the sound of splitting wood, and a painful jab against the back of his head... And then nothing.

When he awoke, he knew but one thing against the persistent pounding of his head;
Wherever he was, it couldn't be any worse or better than before.
Hopefully.

Personality: Ri is a calm lad, though prone to violent urges under pressure. He tends to be uncaring to events around him, and is often called dumb, or dimwitted. However, he simply is content with life, and sure nothing will ever get better, or worse for him. He shows a violent side, as stated before, in which he will go into an almost frenzied mode, losing conscious thoughts of self-preservation during such, though only under extreme pressure and/or stress. He likes to stick with his own sense of logic, which is not often very conventional, or logical at all, though it has done him well so far. He is also often quiet, as he has difficulty getting his words across.

 

[wark]

Great opportunity for RP, thought I'd sign up!