Post by phrostphyre on Sept 16, 2010 16:59:41 GMT -5
Name: Jack Hawke, A.K.A. Blackhawke
Age: 23
Race: Human
Appearance: Dashing. Ruggedly handsome. Blackhawke gets his name not only for his ruthlessness in pursuing a quarry across the open ocean, but from the color of his hair. Bound in a loose ponytail, a lock of the black, fine hair comes down to frame his left eye. Hawke's eyes are the warm green of an ocean before a hurricane and after a storm. Standing at 6' 2", Blackhawke cuts an imposing figure in a outfit. Shirt, cloak, pants, and boots are all black, as is the sheath of his sabre, the relic of serving as a cavalry officer in the Empire. Blackhawke is muscled and tanned, the result of working his way up from crewman to captain on his ship. When not wearing his customary outfit of black, meaning he's on ship, he's wearing only pants. Decorating his back are the remainders of the embrace of a cat o' nine tails. A sword scar runs down the right side of his face, starting at the jaw hinge and running to the beginning of his mouth. His teeth are still in his head and white, probably because Blackhawke eats apples and turnips religiously everyday with his dinner.
Personality: Roguish charm coupled with gallant table manners have convinced many a maiden to lead him to their bed, but Blackhawke has had to cut several of those short by leaping out of a window, hiding in a wine barrel, and several other outlandish escapes. Many a father and husband have cursed the name Blackhawke, and at least fifteen have gone after him with swords. A calm man most of the time, the only time he shows anger is when anger is needed. By keeping his cool, the men in his crew know that when sailing under the Blackhawke, not only do they get a large portion of the loot, they get to keep their necks. When after a ship, Blackhawke makes sure his crew knows the thrill of the chase. Dreadfully scared of being far inland, Blackhawke stays near the oly place where he's felt truly free: the sea.
History: Born twenty-three years ago to an unknown father and a bar wench mother in Teirm, Blackhawke ran away at ten to become a cabin boy on a pirate ship. He served in that capacity for five years, after which he jumped ship and join the Imperial Army, the possessor of a minor sum of money. He purchased a Second Lieutenant's commission with it. Hawke soon found Army life was not for him after the freedom of the ocean, but he stayed in long enough to save enough money to purchase the Revenge, his future ship.
At age eighteen, he was about to resign his commission when he was brought up on insubordination charges to the Captain in charge of his cavalry unit. The charges were unjust; Hawke had saved his men from spearing themselves and their horses on Varden pikes by flanking them. Leading the charge, he captured not only the battle standard for that unit, but a Varden mage. However, he had disobeyed his officer, and punishment had to be meted out. Subjected to the fury of a naval cat o' nine tails, Blackhawke vowed vengeance and took his leave.
Now with enough money to buy his ship, he purchased her, named her, outfitted, and crewed her. His first order of business was to secure a Letter of Marque and Reprisal from Galbatorix or the Lord of Teirm. It took three drinking sessions, a heavy bribe, and a solemn promise, but Risthart came through. Jack 'Blackhawke' Hawke was in business as a privateer for the Empire. That completed, he sailed to Surda and was given one by King Orrin.
Blackhawke was operating under two Letters of Marque and Reprisal. His flag is a white hawk on a black flag.
Hawke has spent the last three years building his reputation in the Empire and in Surda as one of the most efficient privateers to sail the coast of Alagaesia.
Roleplaying example: N/A. Been here.
How did you find us? Been here a Durned good while.
Age: 23
Race: Human
Appearance: Dashing. Ruggedly handsome. Blackhawke gets his name not only for his ruthlessness in pursuing a quarry across the open ocean, but from the color of his hair. Bound in a loose ponytail, a lock of the black, fine hair comes down to frame his left eye. Hawke's eyes are the warm green of an ocean before a hurricane and after a storm. Standing at 6' 2", Blackhawke cuts an imposing figure in a outfit. Shirt, cloak, pants, and boots are all black, as is the sheath of his sabre, the relic of serving as a cavalry officer in the Empire. Blackhawke is muscled and tanned, the result of working his way up from crewman to captain on his ship. When not wearing his customary outfit of black, meaning he's on ship, he's wearing only pants. Decorating his back are the remainders of the embrace of a cat o' nine tails. A sword scar runs down the right side of his face, starting at the jaw hinge and running to the beginning of his mouth. His teeth are still in his head and white, probably because Blackhawke eats apples and turnips religiously everyday with his dinner.
Personality: Roguish charm coupled with gallant table manners have convinced many a maiden to lead him to their bed, but Blackhawke has had to cut several of those short by leaping out of a window, hiding in a wine barrel, and several other outlandish escapes. Many a father and husband have cursed the name Blackhawke, and at least fifteen have gone after him with swords. A calm man most of the time, the only time he shows anger is when anger is needed. By keeping his cool, the men in his crew know that when sailing under the Blackhawke, not only do they get a large portion of the loot, they get to keep their necks. When after a ship, Blackhawke makes sure his crew knows the thrill of the chase. Dreadfully scared of being far inland, Blackhawke stays near the oly place where he's felt truly free: the sea.
History: Born twenty-three years ago to an unknown father and a bar wench mother in Teirm, Blackhawke ran away at ten to become a cabin boy on a pirate ship. He served in that capacity for five years, after which he jumped ship and join the Imperial Army, the possessor of a minor sum of money. He purchased a Second Lieutenant's commission with it. Hawke soon found Army life was not for him after the freedom of the ocean, but he stayed in long enough to save enough money to purchase the Revenge, his future ship.
At age eighteen, he was about to resign his commission when he was brought up on insubordination charges to the Captain in charge of his cavalry unit. The charges were unjust; Hawke had saved his men from spearing themselves and their horses on Varden pikes by flanking them. Leading the charge, he captured not only the battle standard for that unit, but a Varden mage. However, he had disobeyed his officer, and punishment had to be meted out. Subjected to the fury of a naval cat o' nine tails, Blackhawke vowed vengeance and took his leave.
Now with enough money to buy his ship, he purchased her, named her, outfitted, and crewed her. His first order of business was to secure a Letter of Marque and Reprisal from Galbatorix or the Lord of Teirm. It took three drinking sessions, a heavy bribe, and a solemn promise, but Risthart came through. Jack 'Blackhawke' Hawke was in business as a privateer for the Empire. That completed, he sailed to Surda and was given one by King Orrin.
Blackhawke was operating under two Letters of Marque and Reprisal. His flag is a white hawk on a black flag.
Hawke has spent the last three years building his reputation in the Empire and in Surda as one of the most efficient privateers to sail the coast of Alagaesia.
Roleplaying example: N/A. Been here.
How did you find us? Been here a Durned good while.
