Post by captain Tyranical on Apr 19, 2004 7:45:49 GMT -5
Here be where we see just what you can make of me actions, eh?
Name: Michael Tyran
Age: Thirty two
Height: 6"2
Weight: 202 LBS
Hair: grizzled and dark brown.
Eyes: One is deadly gray, the other is poked out and covered with a black patch.
Jender: Male
Background: Tyran lived normally enough for the first twelve years of his life. At the age of twelve, a band of pillaging theves laid waste to his home
and he stowed aboard their ship. The theves were soon overran by pirates in the mid Atlantic and he was taken prisoner. After speaking with the Captain,
he became the cabbin boy until the Captain was finally slain by a cannon shot. Tyran took charge and the pirates were victorious. He took the name Captain
Tyranical and became mighty among those that traverse the Spanish Main.
***
He stood there, gazing into the east. He couldn't see just where the ship was, his eyes drowning in the sea. The sea had been his home for twenty years,
and yet, something made him glad to only be leaving her for a while. It had happened before, but it always left him with such a feeling.
"Land Ho!" came a shout from nearby. He turned and gazed upon the port. The ship was pulling toward the harbor ever so slowly like some deadly omen. He
smiled and stepped toward the bow.
Before long, his men were assembled and his five scouts were with him as they stepped out of the ship. The harbor was quiet at this hour, but not deserted,
a few men loading and unloading crates from other ships and making an annoying bit of noise. He could feel one of his men edging toward them. He raised
a hand and placed it on his shoulder.
"Not yet lad,' he whispered, "We got bigger buty waiting in the village."
Name: Michael Tyran
Age: Thirty two
Height: 6"2
Weight: 202 LBS
Hair: grizzled and dark brown.
Eyes: One is deadly gray, the other is poked out and covered with a black patch.
Jender: Male
Background: Tyran lived normally enough for the first twelve years of his life. At the age of twelve, a band of pillaging theves laid waste to his home
and he stowed aboard their ship. The theves were soon overran by pirates in the mid Atlantic and he was taken prisoner. After speaking with the Captain,
he became the cabbin boy until the Captain was finally slain by a cannon shot. Tyran took charge and the pirates were victorious. He took the name Captain
Tyranical and became mighty among those that traverse the Spanish Main.
***
He stood there, gazing into the east. He couldn't see just where the ship was, his eyes drowning in the sea. The sea had been his home for twenty years,
and yet, something made him glad to only be leaving her for a while. It had happened before, but it always left him with such a feeling.
"Land Ho!" came a shout from nearby. He turned and gazed upon the port. The ship was pulling toward the harbor ever so slowly like some deadly omen. He
smiled and stepped toward the bow.
Before long, his men were assembled and his five scouts were with him as they stepped out of the ship. The harbor was quiet at this hour, but not deserted,
a few men loading and unloading crates from other ships and making an annoying bit of noise. He could feel one of his men edging toward them. He raised
a hand and placed it on his shoulder.
"Not yet lad,' he whispered, "We got bigger buty waiting in the village."
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