The Crossroads of the Aether
Welcome to the reboot of the League of Airship Captains. Please remake your characters so there is a definite description and backstory, allowing for a new start of the RP. I am hoping to make the story evantually into a Radio Drama sort off thing, with each in-game character voiced by their player. Please follow the format below to create your character. I will be filling this out.
Name: John T. Malcolm
Birth place: Sydney, Australia; Perth Prison Settlement
Current Home town/city: Aether Space (Open Sky)
Eyes: Chocolate Brown
Hair: Long, dark brown hair, usually in a ragged pony tail
Skin: lightly tanned, mostly under the eyes
Clothing: White, button up shirt; Dark tan pants with black knee patches, looking like they have been slid on multiple times and sewn back up;charcoal grey vest, with a pure silver pocket watch with a crest(a roaring bear facing two stars) punched into it; Charcoal grey cloth greatcoat, reaching a bit above the ankles, with silver buttons and black trim; Black stetson hat with a long, dark purple feather sticking from the brim and a pair of brass,polarized goggles on the hat;a silver breathing mask always hangs around his neck;black,leather, military-style boots
Weapons: Slim, longsword in a black sheath (usually slung over his shoulder); long barrelled, lever action rifle, with a finely carved stock and handle; kukri,with an ivory handle; slim knife in boot;fists
Skills:First Aid (Basic), Dueling, Proficient with most guns (mostly rifles and revolvers), knife fighting and throwing, pit and fist fighting, airship flying and sailing (mostly Falcon Class and below),freerunning and parkour (self taught)
Backstory: Was born to two criminal parent on the Perth Prison Settlement in the newly converted country of Australia. Escaped at age 13 by hitching a ride on an airship flying over using the landscape and a primative glider. Lived his life picking up skills and stealing food and what ever needed, until he was able to join the Royal Air Service of Britiania at 16. Deserted the H.M.S. Aurora when faced with killing a village of innocent Africans as target practice. Escaped and is on the military watch list for killing two fellow crew members when using them as hostages to escape. Eventaully bought a small Falcon-class airship,which would become the H.M.S. Spectre (3 man crew, cargo ship) and refitted it with more rooms and an extra cargo bay hanging from the balloon. Ran smuggled goods over the strait into Turkey and the Ukraine, getting more and more infamy each run.
Has a pet kiwi (New Zealand bird) named Spook, who helps run the ship. can flick switches when told and is a good companion.
Name: Thomas Sinclair, Sergeant-Major (Retired/Disabled)
Birthplace: Glasgow, Scotland
Skills: Functional knowledge of rocket artillery, adequate proficiency with shotguns (though only in a shoot-from-the-hip context), high proficiency with pistols, above-average brawler. Limited knowledge of swordsmanship, primarily familiar with dirks and sword bayonets. Adequate knife-fighter with left hand.
Speaks Scots Gaelic, English, limited German, passable Spanish, gutter French (Loudly, slowly, and with frequent gesturing). Basic (first-aid) medical knowledge.
Relationship: Single (Recently broke off a relationship, hence the desire to return home)
Hair: Black, slightly longer than 'regulation standard'.
Eyes: Grayish blue.
Skin: modest tan
Clothing: charcoal-coloured pants, white shirt, charcoal waistcoat, dull gray overcoat (clearly a faded black coat that's seen better days), battered short coachman's topper, leather gloves, tightly-laced paddock boots. While decently dressed, and even (albeit at a quick glance) fairly respectable looking, he's clearly not very well off financially.
Other Information: clockwork prosthetic hand (tends to keep both hands covered with gloves, when reasonably possible, to avoid drawing attention to it), glass eye on left side (covers it with an eyepatch while in less-reputable locales.) Faint scar across left eye. Is self-conscious about his injuries, especially around women.
Weapons on person- straight razor (for shaving); Lancaster pistol .577; steel prosthetic hand can be used as a cestus, both offensively and defensively.
Background: Thomas was born in Glasgow to Stephen and Moira Sinclair, a former Lieutenant turned cabinet maker (his father's business), and his loving wife. After a somewhat misspent puberty, Tom joined the Royal Army at the urging of his long-suffering father, in hopes that military life would help him mature. Taken under the wing of an officer who had befriended his father, Tom quickly found himself rather at home as a skirmisher/designated marksman in a 'mobile artillery' division. During a skirmish that went badly, Tom lost both his right hand and left eye, and found himself invalided out of the army. Once discharged, he settled into a job in London's Whitechapel district as a 'fixer', a freelance problem-solver willing to do most anything- for the right price. Recently took a trip abroad with his fiancee, though they later mutually agreed to call off the engagement and she returned home. Has been living in passably cheap boarding houses since, but is quickly running low on money, and is consequently looking for a source of ready employment, preferably with room and board included. Among other options, he's taken to frequenting dockside taverns, ideally in hopes of finding an airship willing to allow him to work his passage home.
Birth place: The wild, ragged plans in the West, in the States. Which State, she isn't ever certain.
Current Home town/city: None set. She's a wanderer and goes where she pleases.
Hair: Shoulder length, red
Skin: Browned from wind and sun
Height: 5' 3"
Clothing: Knee length skirts of various colours. Tall boots. Simple shirts, various coloured leather jackets, brown leather gloves, goggles shoved up on her head, and scarfs, usually very bright ones. Always wears a sword.
Skills: Fencing. Flying almost anything she can get in. Pulling pranks, causing mischief.
Backstory: Born to a poor family who's dad worked for any rancher which would take him, Jack found a love for the wild and being able to roam where ever she pleased. She taught herself how to hunt, and live off the land, which came in handy the day she was separated from her family. She looked for them but never found them. She ended up traveling to California where she was kidnapped by Air Pirates, and there learned how to sail.
Since then she's managed to escape and has traveled all over the world, hoping someday to find her family.
Name: Joel Berry, (former Sea Captain) unnofficianado aspiring Airship Cpt. to be
Birth: Somewhere in the South Atlantic
Weapons: Matches a flint, some salvaged cannons, gunpowder, a strange blade, some kitchen knives.
Skills: and a host of talents and creativity for things strange and dangerous! Keeping a kitchen together
Appearance: 6 feet tall with blue eyes, brown hair, about 220 lbs
Relationship: Lets' just say he broke off all his affairs taking to Land, he was a savage lover of all things tropical. Wants to meet a Go-go dancer and help Cook and entertain the crew with his lover.
Background: Joel loves the ocean. Ohh longs to fly, he may have been on the right track when it came to Kitty Hawk, Captain of the Sea, Joel Berry, but not any ranking when it comes to airship experience. His grandparents born and raised in Sussex England devout Anglicans and kept strict records and high accordance with local tradesmen. But never became really proud with the British Militia, in fact they disgraced his Grandpa, backstabbing him and giving up his trades to profiteering French Militia, in the Great years of the most brutal of French leaders was in rule. So Joel's father, snuffed and turned his back on the country he was born he sailed the Sea, traded and made a profit and a name for himself too. Until Joel came along there was a great grandeur for being a Berry on the sea!! Joel was tying off his sails one evening before dinner. While he stood his crew upon deck, a great wind blew the sails anchor came lose and knocked his crew into the ocean, he was left to man the boat. While this great dishoner tones his character to this very day!!! Joel now will be going up with a child of criminal parents upon an airship, "Does anyone want to join?" He thinks, joining the league of airship captains!!!! "I am a seaman, but I would love to fly!!" Had a few drinks at the Network Chat, "yeah... you like stewardesses!! I have a liking for fish." Had an idea to build his own steam engine once being banished from the sea, but it's too much of a temptation for his roots! He must take to the sky his love for the wide open devours his very reason to have a meaningful life. His father was a successful trader, but a little bit of a drunkard and developed a great disliking for him by a lot of people, especially those he mistreated, pulling faulty trades in the East Indies and along the great mysterious shores of the great, but threateningly bad and monstrous Africa. The rush of the kindred for justice runs through Joel's bones and will he turn his back on his people, like his Grandfathers British Army did to him! Ramshackle the skies like the seas, or will he build trust and succeed in his quest to become rich Captain of an Airship?? A former seaman but a knack for the kitchen, hopes to work his way up hopping and giving his best to build up rapour with one of the Airship Captains who acquires his service.