Lateralus
10-11-09, 01:33 PM
Name: Captain Desmond “Death Wish” Burr
Age: 27
Race: Human
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: brown
Height: 6’2
Weight: 198
Occupation: Pirate
--Personality
Basic: Desi is a Psychotic, Nihilist with a passion for torture and self-destruction. The only loves in his life are the sea, his woman, and random murder. He strives on danger, in fact looking it as a direct challenge form the almighty above.
Likes: As stated before Desi has a love of all things violent. Murder and torture would be his personal favorites, but he has no problem getting creative with the two. Desi tends to have the heart of a sadistic murder, but the mind of an artist. He tends to value art higher then what he calls “The petty desires for R&R (Religion and Rum).” The thing, or person rather, that he loves the most is his wife Agatha.
Dislikes: There is little that Desi hates besides the voices in his head; one of these things is the incompetence of some crewman. He tends to usually fix the problem with a bullet shot to the skull. Another thing that Desi looks down upon is the Self righteous that he feels plague the seas. He has an undying hatred for feeble and pathetic beings, because he feels they have no purpose.
Personal Motto: I do what I do because I need to watch things Die.
--Appearance
Face: Has a scruffy beard that starts at his side burns and circles his mouth and fills underneath his chin. His eyes are saggy and irritated. Desi has a unique smile that stretches his beard back a little bit while also showing off his rotten yellow teeth.
Build: Desi has an athletic/slender body type. However he looks bigger because of his bulky clothing.
Noticeable Features: A scar starting from the bottom of his chin, it moves to the slight left of the middle of his lips, up to the middle of his left cheek. Desi also has Dirty Greasy hair about shoulder length. He can also be seen with Bloodshot red eyes.
Clothing: Dark green heavy coat, dark blue shirt, A black pirate captain’s hat, A Chain that sews through Agatha’s ring which is wrapped securely around his wrist, Heavy black boots, grey trousers.
--History
October 2nd 1549
England, The Burr Residence
The room is bursting with noise, from the shrieks of pain from the mother, to the belligerent conversation from the drunks in the corner; they have no idea the magnitude of the situation at hand. The screaming begins to get louder and louder; soon there is no noise but the consistent cries of torture.
Everything in the room is fitting for tonight’s occasion. The air is stale, and stinks of rum and sweat; the lit candles in the room give accentuate the grim on the walls. The rain outside pounds on the Roof of the house with everything it has. It must be trying to clean the house with every drop in the sky. However it is of no use, nothing can clean this house for what is happening.
“AAAAHHHHHUH!! FUCK! FUCK! AAAHH!!!”
The mother shrieks again this time completing the process she has given birth to a new life, and ironically enough she has given birth to death.
The father picks up the baby and takes it to his wife, Mary Rafferty.
James: “Ah, Mary. We’ve got a boy, a beautiful baby boy.”
Mary Rafferty then looks at the baby that she has just given birth to. To her it is the most beautiful thing she has ever seen.
James: “What do you wanna name the boy Marry?”
Mary thinks for just a moment, she then looks at her husband.
Mary: “Desmond.”
James: “little Desi. I like it.”
April 4th 1564
England, Streets of Hythe
Desmond is now fifteen years and is an apprentice at carpentry, taking on the same trade as his father. He was sent to pick up a furniture order from a new local tavern. It was a small errand and it wouldn’t take long, so Desmond decided that he would go by himself. As Desmond walked down the streets of Hythe he was greeted by many friendly faces within his community. He had certain respectability because of his father. The people in the town loved his work because it was sturdy and beautifully crafted. The town had hopes that Desmond would be just as good if not better than his father. As he reached ever closer to the tavern his day seemed just like every other humdrum day. He always did errands for his father why should today be any different. As he opened the door to the tavern He saw the owner Jonathan Belden. He is standing by the counter of the tavern with his wife. Desmond then looked over to his left and a girl about his age came walking up to him. He was frozen in that point in time. He couldn’t move any part of his body, she had him completely hypnotized. He focused in, I was mesmerized by every feature on her face. HE first took note of her lush hair that flowed down to her shoulders. He then noticed her Insipid blue eyes that seemed to be starring into the depths of his soul. The freckles on her face were barely noticeable but Desmond could count every one. TO Desmond she was perfect, truly a gift from God. He then noticed that she was approaching him. He didn’t know what to do or say. It is an overabundance of emotions, love, fear, happiness, anxiousness. The feeling of euphoria was mixed the vomiting reflex. Everything clouded inward and imploded. She finally reached him. She introduced her self, her name was Agatha.
Agatha: hello, you must be here about the furniture. I was told to give this order.
Desmond then heard Agatha’s father, he spoke loudly with a hardy, rugged voice.
Jonathan: Agatha, I’m going to need you to go down to the market and get cheese.
Agatha: yes father.
Desmond usually found opportunity in most situations. To him, this was a great opportunity to meet with Agatha alone.
Desmond: well sir, if you don’t mind I could walk her over to the markets, besides I’m heading over there myself.
Jonathan in a hesitant breathe says “well I don’t see the harm in it.”
Desmond sighs in relief. He then quickly turns around to open the door for Agatha. The light from the outside quickly fills the room; both Agatha and Desmond leave the tavern. Desmond reaches over grabbing a hold of the door handle and begins pulling it closed, as the door gradually seals, the starting becoming extinguished. What was once Bright light is now reverting back to dark shadows.
May 9th 1568
England, outside Desmond’s Residence
Desmond and Agatha lay parallel to each other on the bed. The moon’s light fills there entire room, giving it a vivid glow. Desmond leans over to Agatha and kisses her on the cheek. After doing so Agatha leans her head on Desmond’s torso. The whispered words “I love you” Float in the air. It gives the area a euphoric ambiance. Desmond stares at the sky, believing it to be a perfect existence. Nothing could ruin this moment. He puts his arm around Agatha pulling her closer to him.
Desmond: “you’re my world.”
May 9th 1568
England, the harbor of Hythe
A monstrous ship makes port in the Quaint Hythe Harbor. On board are an array of pirates, sore about their past adventure, and lack of riches collected. It would seem that this innocent little port town is about to be the latest victim of an ongoing string of pirate raids. It is going to be a blood bath and the people of Hythe don’t even know it.
The ramp is now put in place and the Captain of the ship makes his way down. His boots match his steps. Heavy and daunting, each step leaves their mark on the massacre soon to come. His weighty crimson coat draped to the ground. The man walks with purpose, with conviction. This Man was Captain Draco Marx.
Marx: “hello all, I bring news. Heaven ain’t so far away.”
The thunderous blasting of firearms and smell of gunpowder overwhelm the air. The lively become motionless, the Fighters become weak, the smiles and the laughter have left this town, and the only thing left is death.
Few citizens’ mange to escape, their cries of terror proves as a warning to the rest of the town. Danger is still present. Some People are looking their doors, hiding, and praying not to be the latest victim of violence. Others stare vicariously at those being killed, waiting their turn, hopelessly frozen in time.
May 9th 1568
England, outside Desmond’s Residence
The shrieks of fright make their way through the shutters, interrupting the utopia, creating nothing but chaos. Desmond nervously jumps out of his bed. He franticly tries to pick up his cloths haphazardly scattered through out the room. As he is putting on his pants, he takes a glimpse over at Agatha. She is still trying got put her dress on. He soon finishes putting on his shoes and helps her with the dress. The task is completed and they both rush out the door, but not before he grabs his loaded pistol.
Desmond: come on, we have move quickly.
Agatha: Desi, what do you think’s going to happen.
Desmond: I have no Idea we have to make it to my father’s house; they have a place we can hide.
Agatha: What about my family?
Desmond: damn! Come on we’ll go check on them.
Desmond and Agatha make their way over to the tavern; they sneak through the market district with great ease. Apparently no one has been there as of late. They finally reach the rear windows of the tavern an peak inside. They see a tall man with a crimson coat holding a pistol to Agatha’s mother. The man’s finger begins to inch back on the trigger. A loud blast rings through out the area. The Mother’s lifeless body falls to the ground. Desmond Grabs Agatha’s head and pulls her to his chest to prevent her from seeing the aftermath. Desmond then takes a slight peak inside the window seeing the Man’s sword slice through Jonathan’s throat. The blood sprays onto the nearby walls as well as the man’s boots. Desmond then looks away in disgust. He takes Agatha’s hand and pulls her away from the tavern in to the shadows. He looks at Agatha, holding up her head.
Desmond: Agatha look at, look at me. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, but if we don’t get to my parents house quickly we’ll be next.
Agatha: how can we be certain that your parents are alive?
Desmond: we can’t, but right now it is our only hope.
Desmond moves quickly through the shadows holding Agatha’s hand. He is trying to make his way across town quickly, every minute, every second is precious. Bobbing and weaving from house to house, they come closer to their goal. It has been minutes since Agatha witnessed her Parent’s demise; it has been minutes since they started their trek and Desmond’s hose is in view.
Desmond: “we have to keep moving, there it is.”
Desmond and Agatha run down the narrow street to the house. Desmond reaches the door and bangs furiously on it. He then turns around and sees the man in the crimson coat.
Marx: “Ah, we have some more.”
Desmond watches as he packs his gun. He hears the footsteps getting ever so closer to the door. Handle on the door turns and the door opens. As the door opens the man takes his shot. The round bullet whizzes through the air. As Desmond pulls Agatha in, the bullet catches her in the head. She becomes limp and descends to the ground. Desmond from the impact falls over. He looks into the eyes of his beloved wife, and sees no life left in her eyes. He stares helplessly into the grim expression on Agatha’s face, as he is being pulled into a trap door on the floor. He sees another man quickly slam the door closed and barricade it. The trap door is closed and the slam of the door echoes in time.
May 9th 1568
England, outside Burr Residence
Marx: “well, they certainly are a smart bunch in there. They locked themselves in a corner.”
First mate: “sir I have something to tell you.”
Marx: “well just set fire to the whole fucking building.”
First mate: “sir”
Marx: “that’ll get them out or at least killed.”
First mate: ”sir!”
Marx: “what!”
First mate: “we have been followed by an English navy patrol. We have to leave quickly, and we have to conserve our resources in case we gotta fight our way out.”
Marx: “fuck! Well lets get the fuck out of here boys come on!”
May10th 1568
England, Outside Burr Residence
Desmond stares lifelessly at his fallen love. Everything that could have gone wrong just has. He pulls Agatha’s bloody head to his chest and begins to weep.
Desmond: “NO! no no no, FUCK! WHY!”
Desmond’s father walks up to him.
James: “I’m sorry son. This one of those things in life…”
Desmond: “life? What life? There is no life when the whole world goes away, leaving you with nothing but death and pain. I don’t believe in life anymore.”
James understands that his son needs time so he decided to go back in the house with his wife. Desmond looks again into the eyes that once brought him happiness but now bring him sorrow. He picks up Agatha’s hand and slips off her finger. He then reaches towards the ground next to him to pick up his gun. He pulls back the hammer, hoping that the bullet inside will reunite him with his love. He gazes into the barrel of the gun. It quickly starts to become distorted. It seems to be melting away into his hands. He then looks up and sees that the sky is changing colors, first black then white, then red and yellow, next it turns to blue. It continues to follow this pattern. I small dot of bright white light appears in front of him. Flickers on and off for a couple of moments then bursts out to millions upon millions of tiny white lights. It is so bright that it blinds Desmond momentarily. He falls backwards to the ground. He looks up in confusion. Right before him is his lost love Agatha. She looks the same as she did before she died. She has the same beauty that he would like to remember her by.
Agatha: “dear, sweet little Desi. I only wish that you could hold me again.”
Desmond: “y…y…you’re not real, you can’t be.”
Agatha: “oh I’m more real than you know. Poor sweet Desi, Don’t go and end your life, what type of message would that send. Do you want that murderer to win.”
Desmond: “n…no, no he can’t.”
Agatha: “Then avenge me. Stop wallowing in you own sorrow and kill him.”
Desmond:” yes of course.”
Agatha: “I love you Desmond.”
Desmond: “I love you to Agatha.”
May 9th 1576
Atlantic Ocean, aboard The devil’s Fury
It has been eight years, eight long years since Agatha’s untimely departure. Desmond has found himself sailing aboard the Devil’s Fairy, The flagship Of Captain Marx. Desmond has searched for years and years and is finally living with the enemy. He has turned over every rock in order to find information about the man in the crimson coat. He finally found the information he was looking for, in a tavern on the coast of Ireland. The man’s name was Draco Marx and he was a pirate. Luckily for Desmond he bumped into him once he made port in Ireland. They were looking for crew members and Desmond was one of the lucky people chosen, which brings him to the here and now. The enemy so close that he can smell his rotting corpse; he can fill the blood on him. He will finally get his revenge.
It would seem that Desmond is not the only one with his eyes on the captain. There are a many crewmembers that believe the captain hasn’t lived up to his end of the bargain. There are also other crewmembers that are still loyal to the captain. The ship is now divided, and it couldn’t have come at a better time.
May 15th 1576
Atlantic Ocean, Aboard The Devil’s Fury
The Time is at hand, Desmond is making his way into the Captain’s quarters. The sound of gunfire fills the ship. The loyalists and the disgruntled crewmembers are battling outside in regards to the direction the captain is taking the ship. It started out as a mere argument then escalated into a full scale battle for The Devil’s Fury. Draco Marx has locked himself away in his captain’s quarters, hiding from the inevitable. If Desmond did not kill him the crewmembers certainly would. Desmond puts his hand on his cutlass expecting the captain to be prepared. He slowly opens the door, as he does the captain is pacing back and fourth in his room, likely trying to figure out an escape plan. Desmond cautiously tries to enter the room but stumbles over a collection of empty glass bottles. Draco looks up in surprise. He is unsure of Desmond’s motives for being his quarters, so Draco just assumes that he is loyal, and decides to berate Desmond just like he does with every crewmember.
Marx: “what the fuck do you want? Can’t you see I’m busy?”
Desmond, realizing that his position was given away, decides to calmly walk towards the captain. Everything about this day is perfect, just like that night a little more than eight years ago. The captain is defenseless; his weapons are in the chest next to Desmond. Draco Marx is now as feeble and weak as Agatha on that very night. Desmond will enjoy this.
Desmond: “you may not remember me, but you are forever etched into my memory. I am here to take something back that you stole.”
Marx: “What!? I don’t know what you are talking about, if I stole money or property, I’m sorry. Here take the gold, TAKE IT!”
Desmond: “I don’t want your meaning less treasure.”
Desmond keeps inching towards Draco. Walking backwards, terrified, Marx trips over a chair, putting him on the floor. Desmond has him now, there is no escape for Draco, and soon he will back himself into the corner of the captain’s quarters. Revenge will be Desmond’s.
Marx: “I don’t understand what did I take?”
Desmond: “you took a life, the life of one of the most beautiful creatures on this earth, and now I’m here to take yours.”
Marx: “NO! NO! NO! NO!”
Desmond then grabs Draco by the shirt and places his hands around Draco’s neck. He then squeezes with his whole might. As he is chocking the life out of the captain he stares into his eyes. Draco has similar blue eyes as Agatha. The captain is kicking and flailing trying to get out of the death grip, but it’s no use. Soon Draco’s body goes limp. Desmond still starring at Draco’s eyes sees the life fade out of them. Desmond then tosses the body to the ground. The violence outside seems to have subsided. The door to the room is open, standing in the entrance is First make Corbin, and a few crew members. They saw everything, but did nothing. They just stood in the doorway with a traumatized look on their face. Desmond walks out to the deck of the ship, feeling Agatha following close behind.
Agatha: “Thank you Desmond.”
Desmond: “Of course anything for you.”
The rest of the crew comes up towards Desmond. The first mate approaches cautiously.
Corbin: “You killed the captain.”
Desmond: “And…”
Corbin: “well sir I believe that I speak for the rest of the crew that, you possibly are the most qualified to do the job.”
Desmond: “I don’t know the first thing about being a captain of a ship.”
Corbin: “well sir, we believe that you have the determination and drive needed to be captain. I heard everything you said to Draco before you killed him, to make such a Journey. I remember that night. There were few survivors, you were one of them. No one has done this before. So persistent, I don’t know if I could of done the same.”
Desmond: “why me, why not one of you other foolish crewmembers, the ones who know about the ship, Why not you?”
Corbin: “simple I don’t have the spine that you have; I believe that you would make a good leader. That’s one thing I have, a good gut feeling. I have a good feeling about you.”
Draco’s cutlass is handed through the crowd slowly making it’s way over to Desmond. He looks down at the first mate who is holding the cutlass. Corbin Hands it to Desmond.
Corbin: “you’re the new Captain.”
Desmond: “no I ca…”
Agatha: “Desmond! Do it.”
Desmond looks down at the cutlass; he reluctantly takes it out of the hands of Corbin.
October 9th 1576
South Atlantic ocean, Aboard a merchant ship
Agatha: “Remember Desi, no survivors. Kill everyone. Life has no more value, it comes and goes.”
Desmond listens intently to Agatha before he boards the merchant ship. The surrounding environment is something that Desmond has been used to. As a ship captain he is making progress receiving help from Corbin. As a leader he is proving to live up to the hype. He now goes by Captain Desmond “Death wish” Burr because of his reputation for nearly getting himself killed in raids. Through these raids He has currently earned the trust of his crew and is giving them exactly what they want, treasure beyond they’re wildest dreams, or at least profit. They have been attacking merchant ships for months now, selling the products when they make port. This is the latest ship on their campaign. However Desmond does not intend to sell the merchandise. This ship is carrying weapons, gun powder, cannon balls, guns, this is just to keep themselves stocked. Desmond is barking out orders to the whole attacking team.
Desmond: “Come on move, go go! Remember no lives. That’s the last thing we need is a survivor what good do they do. Ha Ha Ha.”
Desmond then unsheathes his cutlass. He kicks open the door to the crew quarters. He sees two figures hiding in the corner. He grabs the bigger one by the hair. It is a merchant crewman. He and his son were trying to hide from the battle upstairs. The man’s son could not have been more than seven or eight. He hands the father over to another crewmember and pulls the boy out of the corner by the hair. They make their way to the upper deck of the ship. Corbin walks up to the captain.
Corbin: “Oi! Sir what do we do with ‘em?”
Desmond: “Stand them up.”
The man and his son are both brought to their feet.
Desmond: “blindfold the boy”
One crew member puts a bandana around the boy’s eyes. Desmond reaches to his side and takes out his pistol. He raises it to the boys head and pulls the trigger. The bullet penetrates the boy’s skull and exists out the other side. The father falls to his knees grabbing a hold of his dead son. Desmond then takes his sword and stabs the father in the neck. The father lies dead on floor next to his son. Desmond looks over at Corbin who is trying not to look shaken.
Corbin: “he was only a boy.”
Desmond: “toughen up, this is reality. People die.”
Desmond then walks over to the ramp to get to The Devil’s Fury.
November 5th 1576
Near what is now Puerto Rico, Aboard The Devil’s Fury
Desmond takes a walk around his ship with Agatha. She still lingers in his mind but yet she is still as real as if she was alive. He stares off into the Sea, existence, everything he’s ever known has given him much misery, and he intends to repay them In kind. He looks over at Agatha; she seems to be telling him something about the crew quarters.
Agatha: Desi, I have something that you might want to hear.
Desmond walks over to the door of the crew quarters. He puts his ear to the door in order to hear what is being said.
Corbin is standing in front of the crew. He is giving them a speech.
Corbin: “First I want to say that I am a man that will admit when he’s wrong. I was wrong about our captain. I feel that he is cruel, and personally I think he’s insane. He is going to get us all killed one day. Put all the proft that is being made aside. Something’s gotta give, and personally I don’t want women and children’s deaths on my conscious. We have to get rid of him.”
Crewman: “yes but what about the profits, I mean I speak for the rest of us when I say that we have made a ton of gold. I mean he is doing it for the good of the ship. I think we should keep him as captain, at least for a while.
Desmond took his ear away from the door and turned towards Agatha.
Agatha: “Listen Desi, you have to finish them all. They’ll betray you the first chance they get. You have to end them.”
Desmond: “you’re right, of course you’re always right. But what should I do? I can’t just go in there and hack them all to bits.”
Agatha: “the sails are still up, the crewman out here are new to the ocean; Head over there.”
Agatha points into the distance, but the direction she pointed something odd was happening. The waves were heading in the wrong direction. Desmond putting all his faith into Agatha as usual steered the ship in the direction she pointed.
He hit the rogue waves. They crashed against the bow of the ship. The impact caused the ship to shake violently. Soon Corbin and the rest of the crew came out to see what was happening. The ship then began to shake; weird screeching sounds could be heard around the ship. Then the sky began to swirl as if a storm were coming. The sky begins to change color to a dark green. Soon the ship began to rise out of the water. It was being torn apart. The masts broke in half and smashed half the crew instantly. Others began to jump ship. Corbin met his demise from a runaway canon that crushed his chest on impact. Desmond looked at Agatha again for further direction.
Agatha: “Desi go to the captains’ quarters, it will be safe their.”
Desmond then tries to make his way down the steps into the captain’s quarters. He shoves people out of his way and finally makes it to the door. Once in side the room he locks the door behind him. He quickly scans the room and sees his closet. He takes out all of the items inside. He then steps inside and braces himself for what might happen next.
Soon the ship twisted and turned, it split in half and shattered into large pieces. The pieces began to disappear into the air. One by one they began to fade into the sky.
Now
Corone, beach
Desmond wakes up floating on the shoreline of a new type of place. He is wondering how he got their, the only thing he can remember is the ship being torn to pieces. He lays on the floating piece of wood looking around for Agatha. He then spots her. She is sitting on the water close to Desmond.
Agatha: “oh, you’re awake good. I was worried there for a moment.”
Desmond: “no need to be, I usually find a way to make things go my way.
After minutes of paddling Desmond finally make sit to shore. As soon as he touches the beach he looks to his left. He sees a small town and its docks. It seems to have an odd look to it however. It doesn’t look like any town he’s seen before. He was definitely out of his element.
--Skills
Swordsmanship: Desmond is an average sword fighter. He is just good enough to get himself out of a tight spot. However he continually works on perfecting this skill.
Empathy: Desmond has become great at understanding people’s motives. He can decipher whether a person is truthful or not.
Charisma: Desmond has learned to be charismatic over the years. I felt it was best used when selling stolen property of the English government to people.
Toughness: Overall Desmond can withstand a lot of punishment. He has pushed his body to its physical limit when he was on the search to find Agatha’s murder. Desmond's to take blows and overall conditioning is at 1.5x the average person.
Hand to hand: Desmond is average oat hand to hand combat. He tends to overpower his opponent by fighting dirty or by simpling choking them. He still needs a lot of wrok in this area but is good enough to get him by.
Marksmanship: With a gun Desmond has above average marksmanship. He can load his flint lock pistol with great ease and is able to do it quickly. He primarily became better at shooting during his during his raids on merchant ships. However he may be a decent shot but he could still improve.
Agatha’s sense: She in her own way has become an extension of Desmond. She is a figment of his imagination yet she can somehow warn him of nearby danger or important events. However there is a limit of this ability, it can only be within a certain vicinity of Desmond. Also, she cannot help Desmond in battle because during battle Desmond’s concentration is focused on combat only. She only serves as a different sense for him, essentially allowing him to focus on many things at once. Because she is only apart of his mind he needs Agatha’s ring in order for her to give him this added sense.
--Equipment
Pistol: Desmond’s old fashioned flint lock pistol. It is was given to him by his father and contains only one bullet inside. However because of Desmond’s little adventure into Corone it is not functional because the hammer and trigger are both damaged not allowing the gun to fire.
Devil’s Fury Cutlass: A sword that is only carried by the captain of the Devil’s Fury. The sword is of basic design and made of iron. The only difference is that the hilt of the sword made of a special design with a chain and pendent, that has the Devil’s Fury Flag etched into it, connected to the bottom of the hilt.
Dirk: Desmond’s small knife used for many tasks. He sometimes uses it for torture, but mostly to perform menial tasks on the ship like cutting rope.
Agatha’s ring: A small ring given as a gift to Agatha Bristow from Desmond. Inscribed on the ring is “I go through the depths of hell for you.” It is an essential part of Desmond being able to get help from Agatha.
--Familiars
Agatha Bristow Burr: Wife of Desmond Burr before her untimely death at the hands of Draco Marx. She may be a part of his imagination but she lives through his imaginations. She has a darker personality then she did in life and often is the main reason for Desmond’s cynicism. Desmond Still is confused on whether or not she is real or not. Desmond can be seen having conversations with by himself, the type of conversations where he is the only one that can hear and see Agatha. Agatha is always close to Desmond. She sometimes warns him of danger but it has to be within a certain situation.
Age: 27
Race: Human
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: brown
Height: 6’2
Weight: 198
Occupation: Pirate
--Personality
Basic: Desi is a Psychotic, Nihilist with a passion for torture and self-destruction. The only loves in his life are the sea, his woman, and random murder. He strives on danger, in fact looking it as a direct challenge form the almighty above.
Likes: As stated before Desi has a love of all things violent. Murder and torture would be his personal favorites, but he has no problem getting creative with the two. Desi tends to have the heart of a sadistic murder, but the mind of an artist. He tends to value art higher then what he calls “The petty desires for R&R (Religion and Rum).” The thing, or person rather, that he loves the most is his wife Agatha.
Dislikes: There is little that Desi hates besides the voices in his head; one of these things is the incompetence of some crewman. He tends to usually fix the problem with a bullet shot to the skull. Another thing that Desi looks down upon is the Self righteous that he feels plague the seas. He has an undying hatred for feeble and pathetic beings, because he feels they have no purpose.
Personal Motto: I do what I do because I need to watch things Die.
--Appearance
Face: Has a scruffy beard that starts at his side burns and circles his mouth and fills underneath his chin. His eyes are saggy and irritated. Desi has a unique smile that stretches his beard back a little bit while also showing off his rotten yellow teeth.
Build: Desi has an athletic/slender body type. However he looks bigger because of his bulky clothing.
Noticeable Features: A scar starting from the bottom of his chin, it moves to the slight left of the middle of his lips, up to the middle of his left cheek. Desi also has Dirty Greasy hair about shoulder length. He can also be seen with Bloodshot red eyes.
Clothing: Dark green heavy coat, dark blue shirt, A black pirate captain’s hat, A Chain that sews through Agatha’s ring which is wrapped securely around his wrist, Heavy black boots, grey trousers.
--History
October 2nd 1549
England, The Burr Residence
The room is bursting with noise, from the shrieks of pain from the mother, to the belligerent conversation from the drunks in the corner; they have no idea the magnitude of the situation at hand. The screaming begins to get louder and louder; soon there is no noise but the consistent cries of torture.
Everything in the room is fitting for tonight’s occasion. The air is stale, and stinks of rum and sweat; the lit candles in the room give accentuate the grim on the walls. The rain outside pounds on the Roof of the house with everything it has. It must be trying to clean the house with every drop in the sky. However it is of no use, nothing can clean this house for what is happening.
“AAAAHHHHHUH!! FUCK! FUCK! AAAHH!!!”
The mother shrieks again this time completing the process she has given birth to a new life, and ironically enough she has given birth to death.
The father picks up the baby and takes it to his wife, Mary Rafferty.
James: “Ah, Mary. We’ve got a boy, a beautiful baby boy.”
Mary Rafferty then looks at the baby that she has just given birth to. To her it is the most beautiful thing she has ever seen.
James: “What do you wanna name the boy Marry?”
Mary thinks for just a moment, she then looks at her husband.
Mary: “Desmond.”
James: “little Desi. I like it.”
April 4th 1564
England, Streets of Hythe
Desmond is now fifteen years and is an apprentice at carpentry, taking on the same trade as his father. He was sent to pick up a furniture order from a new local tavern. It was a small errand and it wouldn’t take long, so Desmond decided that he would go by himself. As Desmond walked down the streets of Hythe he was greeted by many friendly faces within his community. He had certain respectability because of his father. The people in the town loved his work because it was sturdy and beautifully crafted. The town had hopes that Desmond would be just as good if not better than his father. As he reached ever closer to the tavern his day seemed just like every other humdrum day. He always did errands for his father why should today be any different. As he opened the door to the tavern He saw the owner Jonathan Belden. He is standing by the counter of the tavern with his wife. Desmond then looked over to his left and a girl about his age came walking up to him. He was frozen in that point in time. He couldn’t move any part of his body, she had him completely hypnotized. He focused in, I was mesmerized by every feature on her face. HE first took note of her lush hair that flowed down to her shoulders. He then noticed her Insipid blue eyes that seemed to be starring into the depths of his soul. The freckles on her face were barely noticeable but Desmond could count every one. TO Desmond she was perfect, truly a gift from God. He then noticed that she was approaching him. He didn’t know what to do or say. It is an overabundance of emotions, love, fear, happiness, anxiousness. The feeling of euphoria was mixed the vomiting reflex. Everything clouded inward and imploded. She finally reached him. She introduced her self, her name was Agatha.
Agatha: hello, you must be here about the furniture. I was told to give this order.
Desmond then heard Agatha’s father, he spoke loudly with a hardy, rugged voice.
Jonathan: Agatha, I’m going to need you to go down to the market and get cheese.
Agatha: yes father.
Desmond usually found opportunity in most situations. To him, this was a great opportunity to meet with Agatha alone.
Desmond: well sir, if you don’t mind I could walk her over to the markets, besides I’m heading over there myself.
Jonathan in a hesitant breathe says “well I don’t see the harm in it.”
Desmond sighs in relief. He then quickly turns around to open the door for Agatha. The light from the outside quickly fills the room; both Agatha and Desmond leave the tavern. Desmond reaches over grabbing a hold of the door handle and begins pulling it closed, as the door gradually seals, the starting becoming extinguished. What was once Bright light is now reverting back to dark shadows.
May 9th 1568
England, outside Desmond’s Residence
Desmond and Agatha lay parallel to each other on the bed. The moon’s light fills there entire room, giving it a vivid glow. Desmond leans over to Agatha and kisses her on the cheek. After doing so Agatha leans her head on Desmond’s torso. The whispered words “I love you” Float in the air. It gives the area a euphoric ambiance. Desmond stares at the sky, believing it to be a perfect existence. Nothing could ruin this moment. He puts his arm around Agatha pulling her closer to him.
Desmond: “you’re my world.”
May 9th 1568
England, the harbor of Hythe
A monstrous ship makes port in the Quaint Hythe Harbor. On board are an array of pirates, sore about their past adventure, and lack of riches collected. It would seem that this innocent little port town is about to be the latest victim of an ongoing string of pirate raids. It is going to be a blood bath and the people of Hythe don’t even know it.
The ramp is now put in place and the Captain of the ship makes his way down. His boots match his steps. Heavy and daunting, each step leaves their mark on the massacre soon to come. His weighty crimson coat draped to the ground. The man walks with purpose, with conviction. This Man was Captain Draco Marx.
Marx: “hello all, I bring news. Heaven ain’t so far away.”
The thunderous blasting of firearms and smell of gunpowder overwhelm the air. The lively become motionless, the Fighters become weak, the smiles and the laughter have left this town, and the only thing left is death.
Few citizens’ mange to escape, their cries of terror proves as a warning to the rest of the town. Danger is still present. Some People are looking their doors, hiding, and praying not to be the latest victim of violence. Others stare vicariously at those being killed, waiting their turn, hopelessly frozen in time.
May 9th 1568
England, outside Desmond’s Residence
The shrieks of fright make their way through the shutters, interrupting the utopia, creating nothing but chaos. Desmond nervously jumps out of his bed. He franticly tries to pick up his cloths haphazardly scattered through out the room. As he is putting on his pants, he takes a glimpse over at Agatha. She is still trying got put her dress on. He soon finishes putting on his shoes and helps her with the dress. The task is completed and they both rush out the door, but not before he grabs his loaded pistol.
Desmond: come on, we have move quickly.
Agatha: Desi, what do you think’s going to happen.
Desmond: I have no Idea we have to make it to my father’s house; they have a place we can hide.
Agatha: What about my family?
Desmond: damn! Come on we’ll go check on them.
Desmond and Agatha make their way over to the tavern; they sneak through the market district with great ease. Apparently no one has been there as of late. They finally reach the rear windows of the tavern an peak inside. They see a tall man with a crimson coat holding a pistol to Agatha’s mother. The man’s finger begins to inch back on the trigger. A loud blast rings through out the area. The Mother’s lifeless body falls to the ground. Desmond Grabs Agatha’s head and pulls her to his chest to prevent her from seeing the aftermath. Desmond then takes a slight peak inside the window seeing the Man’s sword slice through Jonathan’s throat. The blood sprays onto the nearby walls as well as the man’s boots. Desmond then looks away in disgust. He takes Agatha’s hand and pulls her away from the tavern in to the shadows. He looks at Agatha, holding up her head.
Desmond: Agatha look at, look at me. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, but if we don’t get to my parents house quickly we’ll be next.
Agatha: how can we be certain that your parents are alive?
Desmond: we can’t, but right now it is our only hope.
Desmond moves quickly through the shadows holding Agatha’s hand. He is trying to make his way across town quickly, every minute, every second is precious. Bobbing and weaving from house to house, they come closer to their goal. It has been minutes since Agatha witnessed her Parent’s demise; it has been minutes since they started their trek and Desmond’s hose is in view.
Desmond: “we have to keep moving, there it is.”
Desmond and Agatha run down the narrow street to the house. Desmond reaches the door and bangs furiously on it. He then turns around and sees the man in the crimson coat.
Marx: “Ah, we have some more.”
Desmond watches as he packs his gun. He hears the footsteps getting ever so closer to the door. Handle on the door turns and the door opens. As the door opens the man takes his shot. The round bullet whizzes through the air. As Desmond pulls Agatha in, the bullet catches her in the head. She becomes limp and descends to the ground. Desmond from the impact falls over. He looks into the eyes of his beloved wife, and sees no life left in her eyes. He stares helplessly into the grim expression on Agatha’s face, as he is being pulled into a trap door on the floor. He sees another man quickly slam the door closed and barricade it. The trap door is closed and the slam of the door echoes in time.
May 9th 1568
England, outside Burr Residence
Marx: “well, they certainly are a smart bunch in there. They locked themselves in a corner.”
First mate: “sir I have something to tell you.”
Marx: “well just set fire to the whole fucking building.”
First mate: “sir”
Marx: “that’ll get them out or at least killed.”
First mate: ”sir!”
Marx: “what!”
First mate: “we have been followed by an English navy patrol. We have to leave quickly, and we have to conserve our resources in case we gotta fight our way out.”
Marx: “fuck! Well lets get the fuck out of here boys come on!”
May10th 1568
England, Outside Burr Residence
Desmond stares lifelessly at his fallen love. Everything that could have gone wrong just has. He pulls Agatha’s bloody head to his chest and begins to weep.
Desmond: “NO! no no no, FUCK! WHY!”
Desmond’s father walks up to him.
James: “I’m sorry son. This one of those things in life…”
Desmond: “life? What life? There is no life when the whole world goes away, leaving you with nothing but death and pain. I don’t believe in life anymore.”
James understands that his son needs time so he decided to go back in the house with his wife. Desmond looks again into the eyes that once brought him happiness but now bring him sorrow. He picks up Agatha’s hand and slips off her finger. He then reaches towards the ground next to him to pick up his gun. He pulls back the hammer, hoping that the bullet inside will reunite him with his love. He gazes into the barrel of the gun. It quickly starts to become distorted. It seems to be melting away into his hands. He then looks up and sees that the sky is changing colors, first black then white, then red and yellow, next it turns to blue. It continues to follow this pattern. I small dot of bright white light appears in front of him. Flickers on and off for a couple of moments then bursts out to millions upon millions of tiny white lights. It is so bright that it blinds Desmond momentarily. He falls backwards to the ground. He looks up in confusion. Right before him is his lost love Agatha. She looks the same as she did before she died. She has the same beauty that he would like to remember her by.
Agatha: “dear, sweet little Desi. I only wish that you could hold me again.”
Desmond: “y…y…you’re not real, you can’t be.”
Agatha: “oh I’m more real than you know. Poor sweet Desi, Don’t go and end your life, what type of message would that send. Do you want that murderer to win.”
Desmond: “n…no, no he can’t.”
Agatha: “Then avenge me. Stop wallowing in you own sorrow and kill him.”
Desmond:” yes of course.”
Agatha: “I love you Desmond.”
Desmond: “I love you to Agatha.”
May 9th 1576
Atlantic Ocean, aboard The devil’s Fury
It has been eight years, eight long years since Agatha’s untimely departure. Desmond has found himself sailing aboard the Devil’s Fairy, The flagship Of Captain Marx. Desmond has searched for years and years and is finally living with the enemy. He has turned over every rock in order to find information about the man in the crimson coat. He finally found the information he was looking for, in a tavern on the coast of Ireland. The man’s name was Draco Marx and he was a pirate. Luckily for Desmond he bumped into him once he made port in Ireland. They were looking for crew members and Desmond was one of the lucky people chosen, which brings him to the here and now. The enemy so close that he can smell his rotting corpse; he can fill the blood on him. He will finally get his revenge.
It would seem that Desmond is not the only one with his eyes on the captain. There are a many crewmembers that believe the captain hasn’t lived up to his end of the bargain. There are also other crewmembers that are still loyal to the captain. The ship is now divided, and it couldn’t have come at a better time.
May 15th 1576
Atlantic Ocean, Aboard The Devil’s Fury
The Time is at hand, Desmond is making his way into the Captain’s quarters. The sound of gunfire fills the ship. The loyalists and the disgruntled crewmembers are battling outside in regards to the direction the captain is taking the ship. It started out as a mere argument then escalated into a full scale battle for The Devil’s Fury. Draco Marx has locked himself away in his captain’s quarters, hiding from the inevitable. If Desmond did not kill him the crewmembers certainly would. Desmond puts his hand on his cutlass expecting the captain to be prepared. He slowly opens the door, as he does the captain is pacing back and fourth in his room, likely trying to figure out an escape plan. Desmond cautiously tries to enter the room but stumbles over a collection of empty glass bottles. Draco looks up in surprise. He is unsure of Desmond’s motives for being his quarters, so Draco just assumes that he is loyal, and decides to berate Desmond just like he does with every crewmember.
Marx: “what the fuck do you want? Can’t you see I’m busy?”
Desmond, realizing that his position was given away, decides to calmly walk towards the captain. Everything about this day is perfect, just like that night a little more than eight years ago. The captain is defenseless; his weapons are in the chest next to Desmond. Draco Marx is now as feeble and weak as Agatha on that very night. Desmond will enjoy this.
Desmond: “you may not remember me, but you are forever etched into my memory. I am here to take something back that you stole.”
Marx: “What!? I don’t know what you are talking about, if I stole money or property, I’m sorry. Here take the gold, TAKE IT!”
Desmond: “I don’t want your meaning less treasure.”
Desmond keeps inching towards Draco. Walking backwards, terrified, Marx trips over a chair, putting him on the floor. Desmond has him now, there is no escape for Draco, and soon he will back himself into the corner of the captain’s quarters. Revenge will be Desmond’s.
Marx: “I don’t understand what did I take?”
Desmond: “you took a life, the life of one of the most beautiful creatures on this earth, and now I’m here to take yours.”
Marx: “NO! NO! NO! NO!”
Desmond then grabs Draco by the shirt and places his hands around Draco’s neck. He then squeezes with his whole might. As he is chocking the life out of the captain he stares into his eyes. Draco has similar blue eyes as Agatha. The captain is kicking and flailing trying to get out of the death grip, but it’s no use. Soon Draco’s body goes limp. Desmond still starring at Draco’s eyes sees the life fade out of them. Desmond then tosses the body to the ground. The violence outside seems to have subsided. The door to the room is open, standing in the entrance is First make Corbin, and a few crew members. They saw everything, but did nothing. They just stood in the doorway with a traumatized look on their face. Desmond walks out to the deck of the ship, feeling Agatha following close behind.
Agatha: “Thank you Desmond.”
Desmond: “Of course anything for you.”
The rest of the crew comes up towards Desmond. The first mate approaches cautiously.
Corbin: “You killed the captain.”
Desmond: “And…”
Corbin: “well sir I believe that I speak for the rest of the crew that, you possibly are the most qualified to do the job.”
Desmond: “I don’t know the first thing about being a captain of a ship.”
Corbin: “well sir, we believe that you have the determination and drive needed to be captain. I heard everything you said to Draco before you killed him, to make such a Journey. I remember that night. There were few survivors, you were one of them. No one has done this before. So persistent, I don’t know if I could of done the same.”
Desmond: “why me, why not one of you other foolish crewmembers, the ones who know about the ship, Why not you?”
Corbin: “simple I don’t have the spine that you have; I believe that you would make a good leader. That’s one thing I have, a good gut feeling. I have a good feeling about you.”
Draco’s cutlass is handed through the crowd slowly making it’s way over to Desmond. He looks down at the first mate who is holding the cutlass. Corbin Hands it to Desmond.
Corbin: “you’re the new Captain.”
Desmond: “no I ca…”
Agatha: “Desmond! Do it.”
Desmond looks down at the cutlass; he reluctantly takes it out of the hands of Corbin.
October 9th 1576
South Atlantic ocean, Aboard a merchant ship
Agatha: “Remember Desi, no survivors. Kill everyone. Life has no more value, it comes and goes.”
Desmond listens intently to Agatha before he boards the merchant ship. The surrounding environment is something that Desmond has been used to. As a ship captain he is making progress receiving help from Corbin. As a leader he is proving to live up to the hype. He now goes by Captain Desmond “Death wish” Burr because of his reputation for nearly getting himself killed in raids. Through these raids He has currently earned the trust of his crew and is giving them exactly what they want, treasure beyond they’re wildest dreams, or at least profit. They have been attacking merchant ships for months now, selling the products when they make port. This is the latest ship on their campaign. However Desmond does not intend to sell the merchandise. This ship is carrying weapons, gun powder, cannon balls, guns, this is just to keep themselves stocked. Desmond is barking out orders to the whole attacking team.
Desmond: “Come on move, go go! Remember no lives. That’s the last thing we need is a survivor what good do they do. Ha Ha Ha.”
Desmond then unsheathes his cutlass. He kicks open the door to the crew quarters. He sees two figures hiding in the corner. He grabs the bigger one by the hair. It is a merchant crewman. He and his son were trying to hide from the battle upstairs. The man’s son could not have been more than seven or eight. He hands the father over to another crewmember and pulls the boy out of the corner by the hair. They make their way to the upper deck of the ship. Corbin walks up to the captain.
Corbin: “Oi! Sir what do we do with ‘em?”
Desmond: “Stand them up.”
The man and his son are both brought to their feet.
Desmond: “blindfold the boy”
One crew member puts a bandana around the boy’s eyes. Desmond reaches to his side and takes out his pistol. He raises it to the boys head and pulls the trigger. The bullet penetrates the boy’s skull and exists out the other side. The father falls to his knees grabbing a hold of his dead son. Desmond then takes his sword and stabs the father in the neck. The father lies dead on floor next to his son. Desmond looks over at Corbin who is trying not to look shaken.
Corbin: “he was only a boy.”
Desmond: “toughen up, this is reality. People die.”
Desmond then walks over to the ramp to get to The Devil’s Fury.
November 5th 1576
Near what is now Puerto Rico, Aboard The Devil’s Fury
Desmond takes a walk around his ship with Agatha. She still lingers in his mind but yet she is still as real as if she was alive. He stares off into the Sea, existence, everything he’s ever known has given him much misery, and he intends to repay them In kind. He looks over at Agatha; she seems to be telling him something about the crew quarters.
Agatha: Desi, I have something that you might want to hear.
Desmond walks over to the door of the crew quarters. He puts his ear to the door in order to hear what is being said.
Corbin is standing in front of the crew. He is giving them a speech.
Corbin: “First I want to say that I am a man that will admit when he’s wrong. I was wrong about our captain. I feel that he is cruel, and personally I think he’s insane. He is going to get us all killed one day. Put all the proft that is being made aside. Something’s gotta give, and personally I don’t want women and children’s deaths on my conscious. We have to get rid of him.”
Crewman: “yes but what about the profits, I mean I speak for the rest of us when I say that we have made a ton of gold. I mean he is doing it for the good of the ship. I think we should keep him as captain, at least for a while.
Desmond took his ear away from the door and turned towards Agatha.
Agatha: “Listen Desi, you have to finish them all. They’ll betray you the first chance they get. You have to end them.”
Desmond: “you’re right, of course you’re always right. But what should I do? I can’t just go in there and hack them all to bits.”
Agatha: “the sails are still up, the crewman out here are new to the ocean; Head over there.”
Agatha points into the distance, but the direction she pointed something odd was happening. The waves were heading in the wrong direction. Desmond putting all his faith into Agatha as usual steered the ship in the direction she pointed.
He hit the rogue waves. They crashed against the bow of the ship. The impact caused the ship to shake violently. Soon Corbin and the rest of the crew came out to see what was happening. The ship then began to shake; weird screeching sounds could be heard around the ship. Then the sky began to swirl as if a storm were coming. The sky begins to change color to a dark green. Soon the ship began to rise out of the water. It was being torn apart. The masts broke in half and smashed half the crew instantly. Others began to jump ship. Corbin met his demise from a runaway canon that crushed his chest on impact. Desmond looked at Agatha again for further direction.
Agatha: “Desi go to the captains’ quarters, it will be safe their.”
Desmond then tries to make his way down the steps into the captain’s quarters. He shoves people out of his way and finally makes it to the door. Once in side the room he locks the door behind him. He quickly scans the room and sees his closet. He takes out all of the items inside. He then steps inside and braces himself for what might happen next.
Soon the ship twisted and turned, it split in half and shattered into large pieces. The pieces began to disappear into the air. One by one they began to fade into the sky.
Now
Corone, beach
Desmond wakes up floating on the shoreline of a new type of place. He is wondering how he got their, the only thing he can remember is the ship being torn to pieces. He lays on the floating piece of wood looking around for Agatha. He then spots her. She is sitting on the water close to Desmond.
Agatha: “oh, you’re awake good. I was worried there for a moment.”
Desmond: “no need to be, I usually find a way to make things go my way.
After minutes of paddling Desmond finally make sit to shore. As soon as he touches the beach he looks to his left. He sees a small town and its docks. It seems to have an odd look to it however. It doesn’t look like any town he’s seen before. He was definitely out of his element.
--Skills
Swordsmanship: Desmond is an average sword fighter. He is just good enough to get himself out of a tight spot. However he continually works on perfecting this skill.
Empathy: Desmond has become great at understanding people’s motives. He can decipher whether a person is truthful or not.
Charisma: Desmond has learned to be charismatic over the years. I felt it was best used when selling stolen property of the English government to people.
Toughness: Overall Desmond can withstand a lot of punishment. He has pushed his body to its physical limit when he was on the search to find Agatha’s murder. Desmond's to take blows and overall conditioning is at 1.5x the average person.
Hand to hand: Desmond is average oat hand to hand combat. He tends to overpower his opponent by fighting dirty or by simpling choking them. He still needs a lot of wrok in this area but is good enough to get him by.
Marksmanship: With a gun Desmond has above average marksmanship. He can load his flint lock pistol with great ease and is able to do it quickly. He primarily became better at shooting during his during his raids on merchant ships. However he may be a decent shot but he could still improve.
Agatha’s sense: She in her own way has become an extension of Desmond. She is a figment of his imagination yet she can somehow warn him of nearby danger or important events. However there is a limit of this ability, it can only be within a certain vicinity of Desmond. Also, she cannot help Desmond in battle because during battle Desmond’s concentration is focused on combat only. She only serves as a different sense for him, essentially allowing him to focus on many things at once. Because she is only apart of his mind he needs Agatha’s ring in order for her to give him this added sense.
--Equipment
Pistol: Desmond’s old fashioned flint lock pistol. It is was given to him by his father and contains only one bullet inside. However because of Desmond’s little adventure into Corone it is not functional because the hammer and trigger are both damaged not allowing the gun to fire.
Devil’s Fury Cutlass: A sword that is only carried by the captain of the Devil’s Fury. The sword is of basic design and made of iron. The only difference is that the hilt of the sword made of a special design with a chain and pendent, that has the Devil’s Fury Flag etched into it, connected to the bottom of the hilt.
Dirk: Desmond’s small knife used for many tasks. He sometimes uses it for torture, but mostly to perform menial tasks on the ship like cutting rope.
Agatha’s ring: A small ring given as a gift to Agatha Bristow from Desmond. Inscribed on the ring is “I go through the depths of hell for you.” It is an essential part of Desmond being able to get help from Agatha.
--Familiars
Agatha Bristow Burr: Wife of Desmond Burr before her untimely death at the hands of Draco Marx. She may be a part of his imagination but she lives through his imaginations. She has a darker personality then she did in life and often is the main reason for Desmond’s cynicism. Desmond Still is confused on whether or not she is real or not. Desmond can be seen having conversations with by himself, the type of conversations where he is the only one that can hear and see Agatha. Agatha is always close to Desmond. She sometimes warns him of danger but it has to be within a certain situation.