Aj'ale the Scraped

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Player - [Veltzeh]
Name - Aj'ale Raokiala
Race - Dah'kin
Class - Necromancer
Trade - Captain
Allegiance - Pirate
Appearance - Aj'ale has a striking, pale and skeletal face with eyes so black and deep in his head that due to the shadow they often look completely black. He has long, white hair that tends to wave around his head like flames in the slightest of winds. On his face he has a rather peculiar set of scars: one straight cutting line from the left corner of his forehead to the right side of his chin, another going from the right corner of his forehead to the left side of his chin, forming an X-shape, and finally a horizontal line straight across his face right under his eyes. These wounds have left Aj'ale unable to smile, not that he would ever even think of doing such a thing. Scars with a similar pattern "decorate" his ears as well.
Aj'ale's body is much like his face: thin, skeletal and pale. He has many well-placed necromantic tattoos all over his body, making it look even more frightening than it would otherwise be. The many scars he has acquired are still there though most are not very visible. The five of them that are clearly visible are even more so frightening. At a quick glance, it rather looks like he has had his arms and legs cut off at different places and then reattached – the scars interfere even with the tattoos. The left arm looks as if it has been cut off from the shoulder, the right one just above the elbow, the left leg at mid-thigh and right one just below his crotch (which indeed might have resulted in losing something else as well). The fifth, perhaps most horrid scar goes straight across his back and chest, starting at his right shoulder, going down across his torso to slightly below the left side of his hipbone, then going up along his backside back to his right shoulder. He has a similar scar across his throat, however, it doesn't go around his whole neck and is often in the shade of his head.
Due to his physical appearance, Aj'ale isn't that keen on wearing much clothes, and often walks around in his black leather boots, wearing small, black tight boxer-type leather pants and a black leather top that barely covers some of his chest, leaving as much of his scar visible as possible. He also wears his rather liberally cut Black robe, sometimes covering up his body with it only to reveal it when he thinks the others are close enough to admire him. He has also gloves he wears sometimes, but they're bright red and not black. He also has a bright red ribbon to tie his hair with.
Age - 22
Personality - Terrifying, feared, horrible and dreaded with a touch of disgust, Aj'ale is the one to take his own paths. While he used to love to make people suffer, he has calmed down since his teens and now prefers slightly more subtle ways, wanting to strike fear into the heart of everyone who dares lay their eyes on him. He is rather fearless, and hasn't come across many things that would disturb him. He is a man of solitude and silence, never really socializing and rarely talking more than is needed to achieve terror, even though he likes to spread his sick humor and manners around. Despite all this, he tends to be generally easy-going, though he really doesn't care. However, more than anything else, Aj'ale loves to sleep. For the sake of sleeping, he often lays sixteen hours in his bed, spends the first hour after waking up getting over his grogginess, the following six hours energetically hyper and the last hour getting tired and eventually falling asleep again. However, if needed, he can stay awake for a very long time. While he much prefers sleeping in peace and silence on a comfortable fluffy bed, he can sleep practically anywhere, including on the plank of his ship and up in the mast – and yes, he has done it.
History - Aj'ale doesn't remember much of his childhood. He knows he had parents, but at some point they disappeared, leaving him alone and he never found out why. He was only three at the time, but managed to survive in the Dah'kin community he happened to be in, not even knowing whether it was his birth place or not. As he grew, he became to believe more and more that other people are useless. Being a lonely orphan with a tendency to cause suffering, pain and mischief, he got more than his share of abuse and torture, and at the age of eight his face was mutilated, resulting in the strange asterisk-shaped scar, and he fled and traveled to another Dah'kin community. The same continued there, the scale of the problems growing as he did, and at the age of twelve he finally got his left leg and arm handed to him and he was then thrown far away out of the city and left to die.
And died he would have if a bunch of jovial, kind-hearted, unprejudiced and rather dimwitted healers had not passed him by and taken him with them. So Aj'ale was saved. The healers had great, though useless faith in him, trying to convert him and make him change his ways. Aj'ale pretended to listen while plotting on how to kill the healers one by one without any of them noticing what was going on. He managed to get one of them killed before getting into another large "accident" at the age of fourteen. This time the two halves of his body and half-attached head were thrown at the healers, and once again he was healed, though the scars remained. However, that sure didn't make him change his ways. After getting another healer killed, he got curious and cut off his own right arm only to have it reattached by the other healers again. The blue-eyed healers never lost their faith, for he pretended to forget his old ways and learn the new ones, until only one healer was left. Aj'ale, nearly eighteen now, made sure they were far away from other people and then struck the healer by surprise. While he took days, even weeks to explain his evil plot from the beginning along with his sick fascinations, he kept cutting pieces off the healer and eating them just to be a bit more disgusting. However, after that was done and the healer was long dead, Aj'ale swore by his sick, terrified stomach and irritated beyond repair esophagus to never do that again, and he hasn't.
For four years Aj'ale searched for a purpose in his life. The sole achievement of this wandering was a skeleton of an Ignean Planetarii, which he still carries with him just because he likes it. He decided he had dealt his share of pain and being located in a port city for the time, thought it would a jolly good idea to sail off to the solitude of the seas and try to create a legend of a ghastly ship and its terrifying captain. The only problem was that in his short life, the poor kid had before this never seen even a lake, much less a sea or a boat – however, that did not stop him.
Weapon of Choice - San Setsu Kon
Others - No one knows the strange mystery behind Aj'ale's right leg and why it seems to have been once cut off as well. It is only known that he wasn't born with it so it must have been acquired along the way. Aj'ale never speaks of it himself, and if people dared, they might say that he himself has no idea how it happened.
Element - Black

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Stats

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Pirate Traits -
Nihilist – This man does not believe in any gods or deities. (Negates all faith-related effects)
Fast reactions – This character can react to things before they happen (Always 1st turn in battle)

Pirate Reputation - 5 (Phew! my nose!)

Level - 5

Experience/To next level - 2433/4000

Equipment -
Bone-Nunchuck (Magical San Setsu Kon, 2 Atk, 2 Def, 2 Spd, 3 Rng)
Black Robe (1 Def, 1 Int)
Poison Vial

Stats
HP - 16
MP - 16
Str - 5
Con - 5
Int - 7/6
Mag - 6
Dex - 5
Car - 7/6

CC – 11,5/25

Skills – Lv 1 Black Magic, Lv1 Green Magic, Handle Exotic Weapons, Cause Fear.
Skill Points - 0

Spells - Blink, Sharpen, Curse, Poison.

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Hollow Horror

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Ship Name - Hollow Horror
Ship Type - Dhow
Ship Appearance - The whole ship is painted more or less black and has (un)impressive gray sails. At the top of the biggest mast is tied a skeleton of an Ignean Planetarii, just because.

Stats



Durability (HP) - 412 HP

Speed (SPD) - 12/11 (Cutwater)

Turning - Tight

Cargo Capacity (CC) - 185/3200

Crew - 6

Upgrades/Weapons -
Cutwater (Deals 200-300 damage when ramming)
Ballistae
Scorpion

Cargo-
Throwing Axe (8)
Grappling hook (5)
Spears (50)
Black grease spears (50)
Wood (20)
Food (29)
Water (21)
Vials (4)

Position - Osvik

Ship Reputation - 5 (Ship? what ship?)

Treasury - 56 gold

Crew Modifiers -
-10% Travel Times (Scribe)
+10% Profit (Scribe)
+1 Ship Range (Marksman)
+10% Ship HP (Sailor)
+10% Ship HP regeneration (Sailor)
+2 Ship Speed (Sailor)
Fishing (Sailor)
+1 to crew's morale (Cook)
+10% to crew's HP regeneration (Cook)
Food lasts 15% longer (Cook)

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Crew

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1) Hiekah Shoosh, male, Caerhamian, 35 y/o, Acolyte, Scribe
Element - White
Level - 3
XP/Next Level - 1173/1300   CC – 12,5/25
Equipment - Staff, Healing Potion, 3 Lesser Magic potions, Leather Armor
Stats HP - 14 / MP - 16 / Str - 5 / Con - 5 / Int - 7 / Mag - 6 / Dex - 5 / Car - 5
Skills – Level 1 White Magic, Heal, Handle Staff (SP - 2)
Spells – Heal 1
Morale - 6
"Oh sweet Mother Nesha, heal this man..."
"Nesha? Is she hot or what? I'd like to meet her."
"What in the world are you talking about?!"
"Well, this god thing you keep mumbling about. I bet they're some godly creatures. Sure I'd like to meet one."
"...You're sick. Sweet Mother Nesh– –"
"There she goes again!"
"!? Praise N– –! Um..."

2) E'yr Deh'tre, female, Dah'kin, 24 y/o, Archer, Marksman.
Element - Black
Level - 3
XP/Next Level - 1173/1300   CC – 14/27,5
Equipment - Yumi Bow, 48 Arrows, Robe
Stats HP - 16 / MP - 10 / Str - 6 / Con - 5 / Int - 6 / Mag - 5 / Dex - 5 / Car - 5
Skills – Rapid Reload, Marksmanship, Track, Handle Bows, +3 Range (SP - 1)
Morale - 6
"Can you make a hole in my ear? I'm going to put an earring in it."
"Sure."
"Ow. OW. Thanks."
"No problem."

3) Sven Svensson, male, Lochmorian, 21, Frost Bearer, Sailor.
Element - Blue
Level - 3
XP/Next Level - 1173/1300   CC – 9/30
Equipment - Cudgel, Black Leather Armor
Stats HP - 16 / MP - 14 / Str - 6 / Con - 6 /Int - 5 / Mag - 6 / Dex - 5 / Car - 5
Skills – Lv 1 Blue Magic, Minor Enchantment, Handle Maces (SP - 2)
Spells - Hail
Morale - 6
"Get your bed off the plank, Captain."
"No!"
...
"Get your bed down from the mast, Captain."
"No."
...
"Don't tie your bed on the helm, Captain."
"Ow."

4) Fol Thsanikarrlan, Male, Panther, 17 y/o, Shadowcat, Thief
Element - Blue
Level - 3
XP/Next Level - 1173/1300   CC – 18/27,5
Equipment - Scimitar x 2 , Black Cloak, Swift gloves, Robe
Stats HP - 16 / MP - 10 / Str - 6 / Con - 5 / Int - 5 / Mag - 5 / Dex - 8 / Car - 7
Skills – Two weapon Combat, Handle Swords, Camouflage (SP - 1)
Morale - 6
"Go awayyy! I can't breathe! I'm dying! Nooo! Please! Gah! Let me die! Aaaaah! My lung! Fumes! Go awaaay!"

5) Yoraa Hitsi, Male, Xiadomian, 27 y/o, Warrior, Cook.
Element - Red
Level - 3
XP/Next Level - 1173/1300   CC – 15/30
Equipment - Battleaxe, Leather Armor, Leather Helmet.
Stats HP - 20 / MP - 10 / Str - 6 / Con - 6 / Int - 5 / Mag - 5 / Dex - 5 / Car - 5
Skills – Rapid Shot, Moving Shot, Handle Axes. (SP - 2)
Morale - 6
"This doesn't match my views of acceptable food."
"What? It's the best there is. Don't whine, you ingrate."
"Don't pretend you actually know something about this art."
"Would you like to know what I've eaten over the years?"
"NO. I would not."

Crew's Morale - 6 (Good)

Piracy Record - none

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