Troy
05-10-07, 08:38 PM
Name: Troy Crow Pearson
Age: 20
Race: Hybrid Merperson
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Green
Height: 6’1
Weight: 198
Occupation: Pirate
Personality: Troy is sort of aloof, often found sleeping or to lax for his own good. The charming charismatic smile that daunts over his face complimenting his green eyes, and even though he seems like a terrible captain once the smile fades and his sword is drawn it is as if he is a different person. Demeanor changing from relaxed to completely serious which allows him to come through in a pinch. Along with his cool head under pressure, he is also quite the calculator, friend, and lover.
Appearance: Ragged a messy mop of brown hair pulled back into a pony tail stray wisps passed across his experienced laden face. His eyes wide, and young as if nothing bad ever happened to him, though his scars say otherwise. Across his torso there are several lengthy scars each with their own tale of course, from sword slashes, to poorly healed hook cuts.
As far as clothes are concerned he dressed very plainly over his puffy white shirt, Sparrow wears a long waistcoat. This waistcoat is blue on the front and dark gray on the back, the back being shorter than the front which has its own tale. He also wears dark brown drop front breeches, which are tucked into his brown suede leather boots. Troy has a leather baldric with a silver filigree buckle slung over his shoulder, which holds the scabbard for his classic sabre. His leather tricorne hat is medium brown, Troy also has a dark blue-gray frock coat. Often commented on the reminiscent smell of rum, and sea salt.
History: As it is said often enough, those who make it at sea usually have the sickening sea salt running through their blood. They are always three steps from the mental scurvy, his father was a traveling man a sea fairing origin and his father before him, his mother was his father‘s first mate and partner in crime. Unfortunately Troy was adopted. A gift to the Pearson’s in the lands of the mer, which gained him the nickname Merman from is “parents.” The tale is often spruced up a bit which makes what parts that are true hard to discern from the mythological embellishments.
The Pearson duo sailed through the seas leaving pillaged cities and ruined castles in their wake, often seen as the Robin Hoods of pirating and the Pirate equivalents of Houdini. Their fame, and legends reached far beyond their accomplishments, as they are often fabled to be legendary before any acts of pirating. However, nothing was as well known as the story of their son. A story that begins of course with their escape from the Lanchaster Quarters in the area of Istraloth, where their ship hit a land on a small island inhibiting their journey further by boat. Forced to take flight by foot the Pearson’s and their crew split up and went their separate ways to prevent from all being caught at once. The Pearson’s lead their own private search of the island which lead to being thrown accidentally in the Quarters of the Mer people who on several occasions provided the Pearson’s with a hovel to hide out in. On this special occasion though the Mer people had another gift to give the Pearson’s and considering Lorilia, and Hector were un able to birth child the people of the water felt it was only destiny that they were given a child eventually.
As it so happens legend for tells of a happenstance where every so often a Mer-child is born as a man without a fin, but still graced with the ability of uncanny swimming ability, and song. The Pearson’s at this point of hearing this tale were curious as to what this had to do with them, and before they could even utter that thought a child was brought unto them, swathed in seaweed and fast asleep, and he was named Troy because he was birthed from the creatures of the water.
And as the fates would have it, the child was taken under the Pearson’s wing as Troy Crow Pearson making the duo a trio. Even still before the child even recognized it he would have big shoes to fill, to uphold the Pearson name.
20 summers later, after his parents have died, and the legends of their names have become nothing but faint whispers in the wind, he picks up his sabre in attempts to reclaim the fallen glory, and awe that surrounded his heritage to create a crew and his own legends.
Skills:
Average in height and build, Troy relies more on intelligence, agility, and quick wit to protect himself, rather than physical strength. Holding his own in duels by using a combination of acrobatic swordplay, trickery, and using any available object as a weapon. Troy is frequently disarmed, though the circumstances are seldom explained, and he prefers escape or negotiation to combat. Surviving at sea might mean that he is much more skilled in battle than he lets on.
Swordsmanship: Intermediate
Acrobatics: Intermediate
Trickery: Intermediate
Resourcefulness: Basic
Equipment:
Lucille: A curved, single-edged steel blade and a rather large hand guard, covering the knuckles of the hand as well as the thumb and forefinger. The length of this sabre in particular stretches to a bout four feet in length, and is carried in a scabbard hanging from a shoulder belt known as a baldric for a waist mount. This sabre in particular has been blessed by a dying mermaid, who allowed the weapon to deflect minor magical attacks.
Delfias: A tri-cornered hat, that is well worn, and has often been the symbol of Troy’s good and bad luck. The hat itself is seemed to be a curse to anyone who wears it accept Troy. It is said the hat takes on a different color depending on the mental state of Troy, taking a brown when he is relaxed, and a black color when he is upset.
Age: 20
Race: Hybrid Merperson
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Green
Height: 6’1
Weight: 198
Occupation: Pirate
Personality: Troy is sort of aloof, often found sleeping or to lax for his own good. The charming charismatic smile that daunts over his face complimenting his green eyes, and even though he seems like a terrible captain once the smile fades and his sword is drawn it is as if he is a different person. Demeanor changing from relaxed to completely serious which allows him to come through in a pinch. Along with his cool head under pressure, he is also quite the calculator, friend, and lover.
Appearance: Ragged a messy mop of brown hair pulled back into a pony tail stray wisps passed across his experienced laden face. His eyes wide, and young as if nothing bad ever happened to him, though his scars say otherwise. Across his torso there are several lengthy scars each with their own tale of course, from sword slashes, to poorly healed hook cuts.
As far as clothes are concerned he dressed very plainly over his puffy white shirt, Sparrow wears a long waistcoat. This waistcoat is blue on the front and dark gray on the back, the back being shorter than the front which has its own tale. He also wears dark brown drop front breeches, which are tucked into his brown suede leather boots. Troy has a leather baldric with a silver filigree buckle slung over his shoulder, which holds the scabbard for his classic sabre. His leather tricorne hat is medium brown, Troy also has a dark blue-gray frock coat. Often commented on the reminiscent smell of rum, and sea salt.
History: As it is said often enough, those who make it at sea usually have the sickening sea salt running through their blood. They are always three steps from the mental scurvy, his father was a traveling man a sea fairing origin and his father before him, his mother was his father‘s first mate and partner in crime. Unfortunately Troy was adopted. A gift to the Pearson’s in the lands of the mer, which gained him the nickname Merman from is “parents.” The tale is often spruced up a bit which makes what parts that are true hard to discern from the mythological embellishments.
The Pearson duo sailed through the seas leaving pillaged cities and ruined castles in their wake, often seen as the Robin Hoods of pirating and the Pirate equivalents of Houdini. Their fame, and legends reached far beyond their accomplishments, as they are often fabled to be legendary before any acts of pirating. However, nothing was as well known as the story of their son. A story that begins of course with their escape from the Lanchaster Quarters in the area of Istraloth, where their ship hit a land on a small island inhibiting their journey further by boat. Forced to take flight by foot the Pearson’s and their crew split up and went their separate ways to prevent from all being caught at once. The Pearson’s lead their own private search of the island which lead to being thrown accidentally in the Quarters of the Mer people who on several occasions provided the Pearson’s with a hovel to hide out in. On this special occasion though the Mer people had another gift to give the Pearson’s and considering Lorilia, and Hector were un able to birth child the people of the water felt it was only destiny that they were given a child eventually.
As it so happens legend for tells of a happenstance where every so often a Mer-child is born as a man without a fin, but still graced with the ability of uncanny swimming ability, and song. The Pearson’s at this point of hearing this tale were curious as to what this had to do with them, and before they could even utter that thought a child was brought unto them, swathed in seaweed and fast asleep, and he was named Troy because he was birthed from the creatures of the water.
And as the fates would have it, the child was taken under the Pearson’s wing as Troy Crow Pearson making the duo a trio. Even still before the child even recognized it he would have big shoes to fill, to uphold the Pearson name.
20 summers later, after his parents have died, and the legends of their names have become nothing but faint whispers in the wind, he picks up his sabre in attempts to reclaim the fallen glory, and awe that surrounded his heritage to create a crew and his own legends.
Skills:
Average in height and build, Troy relies more on intelligence, agility, and quick wit to protect himself, rather than physical strength. Holding his own in duels by using a combination of acrobatic swordplay, trickery, and using any available object as a weapon. Troy is frequently disarmed, though the circumstances are seldom explained, and he prefers escape or negotiation to combat. Surviving at sea might mean that he is much more skilled in battle than he lets on.
Swordsmanship: Intermediate
Acrobatics: Intermediate
Trickery: Intermediate
Resourcefulness: Basic
Equipment:
Lucille: A curved, single-edged steel blade and a rather large hand guard, covering the knuckles of the hand as well as the thumb and forefinger. The length of this sabre in particular stretches to a bout four feet in length, and is carried in a scabbard hanging from a shoulder belt known as a baldric for a waist mount. This sabre in particular has been blessed by a dying mermaid, who allowed the weapon to deflect minor magical attacks.
Delfias: A tri-cornered hat, that is well worn, and has often been the symbol of Troy’s good and bad luck. The hat itself is seemed to be a curse to anyone who wears it accept Troy. It is said the hat takes on a different color depending on the mental state of Troy, taking a brown when he is relaxed, and a black color when he is upset.