Boss
Villager
Minecraft Name: TheLastBoss
Name: Boss Marauder
Nickname: Boss
Alias: The Savage Sea Corsair
Age: Early 20's
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 80kgs
Hair: Short/Ink Black
Eyes: Ocean Blue Eyes
Skin: Carribean Tanned
Identifying Marks:
None, Due to his mask. Covering all identifying marks & battle scars.
Appearance:
A Privateer of the Sea, The appearance of his Mask is a still grim grin. Forever moking his adversarys in the heat of battle. His body stricken from countless raids. Covering himself in all black, Making himself almost unseen amongst shadows.
Strengths:
As a baron of the oceans, Pillaging ocean ports & ships. Hes grown to call the sea his home. Exploring vast continents, Learning of their ways of Warfare & Weaponry. Skilled at Sea Warfare, A Force to rekon with amongst his elements.
Weaknesses:
Through the Trials and Tribulations of a life of a brigand, Hes lost many comrades during his uprising. Even as a young boy, an orphan. Raised by bandits & marauders. Living each day in fear of attack or imprisonment by the Naval Authorities. Hes a crook with a soft heart & morals. Often falling into the poisons of all Men, Excessive drinking. Gambling amongst his crew & not to mention his fair time spent at the bordello's.
Religion and cults:
In times of bloodshed and dispare he often calls to Poseidon. For the might to overcome all his rivals & to protect those around him.
Profession:
Growing up in a small ocean port. His whole life was about the sea. Poor and homeless. The only way to survive was to join the Marauders & start pillaging other ships. Returning the loot to the Silk Road. To sell or trade for goods, That would provide for his small seaside town.
Backstory: [DEVISTATION AT HOMEFRONT] "Frame Of View - First Person Narrative"
Part I - Uprising
As an orphan, i never knew what my real name was. But i knew who my family were. The townsfolk have always embraced me with open hands & kind hearts. The elders had told me i was born from the sea, well at least thats how they found me. Washed up on the banks of the beach. Growing up i lived by the Carribean Sea. In a small orphanage called St. Saviors. Their were three of us including Miss Thompson. We never knew our real names, so we each gave each other our own names. Hearing stories from the Old Marauders and Pirates as a youngin. Really made us fall in love with the sea quick. Wanting to make a name for ourselves like Black Beard & Charles Vane. Known to be notorious barons of the sea. I decided to name myself Boss. My partners in crime were my most loyal comrades Axle & Hatchet. As the Three, we grew together becoming the most recognized band of marauders in our town. Bringing back all the finest treasures and resources. The townsfolk would flock in the dozens on our arrivals. After months of sailing. It was warming to see familiar faces. At first the Old Timers would pitch us jobs, providing us with information of ships passing by. We would raid them & In return they wanted a portion of the goods. Things were going great, We had reached the goal We'd been striving for. To be respected and feared. To be known as notable buccaneer's. As seasons passed, rumors started going around. Talking about "Black Powder", A substance able to move mountains. The Elders & townsfolk claimed. More powerful then fire and very in demand. At high cost, they said. Usually i would turn a blind eye to these kind of rumors. I didn't mind our tools of battle, i was always quiet fond of the Bow & Arrow. And I've never had a problem my Sword couldnt fix. This new weaponry had intrigued me though. I had decided to further my interests in this material. Thinking this new found weapon would bring me fortune & further my notoriety as a ruthless sea monger. Yet had i have known, that this was the beginning of all my demise...- End of Part I;
Part II - Origins
Weeks Have gone past. Since anyone in the town had talked about "Black Powder". Trading season was coming soon. A time when, Nations from awide. Would rally from town to town trading goods and bartering services. It served as a Renaissance for all nations. To be able to meet supply and demand for any material. Diamonds, Leather, Gold & Large assortments of consumables. A time when all the men of our town would ready their sails, sharpen theirs swords and ready their crew. For our town was known as "The Travelers End". We were natural born Marauders & Ship Raiders. Feared and Renowned, But there was another side to it. Our Ancestors were savage vikings. Though in their means of pillaging & raiding. A small group of them decided to disband. For the reason of secluding themselves from constant warring of nations. But the means to live on this new found cove. Without basic resources would render our town defenseless. All they had were the clothes on their back, Their armor & Their Ships. Our ancestors were vikings. For all they knew were to pillage and plunder. So they did what they knew best. My town was created on such circumstances.; When spring came around & the sun started to set late. Was the month of preparation. The month of summer was when we'd sail away. The townsmen and i would spend our last nights blathering. Mostly talk amongst ourselves about oncoming ships carrying supplies & weaponry and most of all bidding farewell to loved ones. As a young marauder i was ecstatic. Ready for anything...- End of Part II;
Part III - Corruption
On the day of our departure. I remember readying my vessel. A fine ship it was. War stricken, and battered. The ship had seen better days. I'd spend my last hours, writing down orders from townsfolk. Making sure id plunder the proper medication & supplies for the Elders. It was our responsibilities to always remember. In the mist of our pirating ways, We had to support our family's. Night fall came & i was ready to set course. Ready for the heat of battle, boarding vessels and plundering goods. As we loaded the last of our supplies for the journey. A dark mist had suddenly found its way aboard our waterfront. It covered the docks under a blanket of black smog. The stench in the air suddenly sour. The easily recognizable smell of death. As the fog got thicker. Four vague shadows of vessels started to inch their way to the docks. As their ships came closer. I started to notice the insignia's. None of which I've seen before. These vessels made the townsfolk feel uneasy. I so, had such feelings. "Travelers End" was always a privateer's pit stop, Smugglers from all nations would stop by and trade goods. But for some reason, my feelings of uncertainty were growing stronger. Deciding to ease my thoughts. I felt it would be safer to greet our guests. Before i even started my journey. I decided to stay. Just for a another day or so. When the vessels docked, two dark figures came to greet our town. Both dressed in black robes. They looked of people from a sacred religion or a cult. I nor, anyone in the town questioned them about it though. Introducing themselves as "The Corrupters". Claiming to be Descendants of Chaos. The town elders decided on the terms of them giving us something of value. We would offer these vagabonds refuge. Their leader gladly agreed. Stating the only thing of value aboard their vessels. Were crates of "Black Powder". I myself had never seen such commodities. Knowing if i could get my hands on some before my raids. It would be a definite upper hand for my crew. But it felt odd, for some reason they had been so willingly to relinquish their belongings to us just for refuge? I didn't understand it, & yet again nor I, or anyone of the town questioned them about anything. We decided to escorts our guests to the Taverns. As soon as we loaded the crates onto the docks. They complied & also helped us move their cargo. We'd spend the rest of the night at the Taverns. The numbers of their armada were twenty men per vessel, Flooding the Tavern with thirsty travelers. As we spent a night sharing our ale, With our visitors. For giving them assurance of our hospitality. "The Corrupters" would give us a live demonstration of their gifts in the morning. During our songs and festive drinking. I've started to feel inebriated, Barley making my way to the door. I decided to sleep it off. My doubts of the visitors had subsided. Unable to find any vacant room in the Inn. I found myself slumbering on my ship. Unknowingly this, would be the last events & memories of my land. Before out great treachery...-End Of Part III;
Part IV - Sabotage
As i slept, i dreamed. Dreamed of setting course, finding a convoy of unsuspecting ships. Ravaging and collecting all the finest treasures. From the mounds of gold or the abundance fine exports. Ale tended to put me in these deep sleeps. Casting me into these dreams of gluttony. But as i slept into the night. I was suddenly awoken, From a noise so loud it ruptured my ears. Sounding like claps of thunder. As i peered over my ship to get a better look at the shanty's. The sight was total devastation. The sky...Covered in embers. The town under a devouring sheet of fire. I was sick to my stomach. Crying out for help. Praying someone would answer. The blast that awoken me was the initial one, The second blast came from the docks. Almost blinding me, Separating my ship from the town. The docks blown to pieces of debris. Who could of done such a thing to us, How? I only thought for a second until it hit me. Like a ton of bricks, it had hit me. We had a hand at our own demise... We had taken their gift. Taken them in for refuge & trusting these harbingers of doom. We had paid the price, Our once lively town was burning down to smoldering nothingness.
Plunging into the deep, I swam back onto shore. Burning in the shore line of the beaches, The same Insignia's from the ships of our assailants. Had they done so, to mock us? Tearing through the burning huts, Trying to find just one living soul. But no one, Not one person. Like the whole town had gone missing. Had they have taken my people? Thinking to myself, feeling lost and distressed. The pain was unbearable, It felt like a mixture of rage & anguish. Suddenly, noticing from the corner of my eye. A group of "The Corrupters" howling in laughter. Torching what was left of the shacks. Fueled with animosity, I drew my blade. Dashing towards them. Unsuspectingly decapitating one of the assailant's from behind. The moment they had seen their comrade's head parted from his body. Showing no regard for their ally, They ran. Managing to suppress one of them, I slide my blade across his neck. Shoving him into the smoldering ashes. It was my time to get some answers. I demanded to know where they came from & the purpose of their treachery.
The culprit acknowledged our town was a sacrifice, To the what he called the "Great Chaos". Enraging me even more, i interrogated him about the whereabouts of my people & the rest of his accomplice's. Unwilling to comply to my questioning, His last words were that they were heading from nation to nation. Destroying whole towns in the tribute to the chaos. Claiming their final goal was to bring total cataclysm to the great nations known as "Altera". Claiming our town was just one of many others that had fallen, Claiming they had taken down nations, Even worlds? Unable to make sense of his slander. I ended the conversation at that. Finishing him off with my sword, not wanting to hear anymore of his gloating. Still stricken with an intense feeling of sorrow, I needed answers. Thinking of all the options. Mourning for the town, By sunrise there was nothing left, No one left. It was complete and utter silence. The town in ruins. I had thought to myself i need to find closure. About what happened here & to warn the other nations. For no one should ever go through what i felt. Having your home destroyed. Sad but it was my reality. Therefore i chose to exact revenge, To reunite with my people and to slaughter the ones known as "The Corrupters". Fastening my sails, i set course to a place called "Port Silver". A place mentioned to me by the Elders, Said to be a mecca for travelers. Thinking maybe i could find solid answers there. So i searched the remains of the town archives, Only a few maps had survived the fires with minimal affliction. Setting course i raised my anchors. This would be the last time seeing my town. Heartbroken i sailed away...Off to the lands of "Altera".-End Of Part III; To Be Continued.
[Message to the Reader]
First off, i appreciate all who took the time to read my character bio. I had a pleasure writing it.
It took me quiet some time to finish but I'm planning to add more. I tried to incorporate the Lore of Altera at the same time have my story original as possible. I'm looking forward to progressing and seeing where this goes & incorporating others into my folklore. Criticism is always welcome as long as its constructive. Thank You - Sincerely Allan
