Backstories
Well Folks I was sitting here and couldnt find a spot for Anyone to post thier backstories so I figured id start a dsicussion here. Feel free to either add your own. I originally posted this as a blog but felt it would be worth reposting it here in the forums.
Capt Jack Falcon.
I was born in the year of our Lord Sixteen hundred and Eighty Seven, To Donna Teresa Del Rota the wife of a wealthy import-export business man in Palermo,Italy named Don Pietro Del Rota, . My parents were both killed in an accident when I was but Ten years old. I was placed with my fathers brother Michele Palermo. I was left with a large inheritance/trust fund but was unable to take control of it till I became of age at 21 years old. My uncle had taken over my fathers business and ran it in a more cruel and vicious way than my parents had ever done. I watched as my uncle treated his business contacts ruthlessly and one by one drove his partners into bankruptcy by underhanded dealings. As I grew older I slowly noticed the same treatment directed at me. As I approached my 21st birthday I had vowed to regain the family business and restore it to its former glory no matter the time or money it would take.
On a stormy night, at a dinner party my uncle had arranged for me as an early celebration of my upcoming birthday, to which several of his business partners as well as my friends were in attendance. Shortly after finishing the meal I began to fell unusually tired and ill. So I apologized to my guests and retired early, and went to my room after saying my good nights.
When I awoke I was not in my bed, I was not even in my own house, I was in a hammock in a large room that contained at least another 30 or so others, all swaying to and fro. I was alarmed as I slowly noticed things such as the room reeking of old food and human sweat. I fell out of the hammock as I tried to regain my senses. The darkness slowly started to fade as my eyes became accustomed. I went to stand up and promptly hit my head on the cieling. This sent a torrent of sparks and flashes across my eyes which did not help me focus any better.
Then a lantern slowly proceeded what turned out to be a large burly man with a scruffy red beard and no hair on his head. He wore stained pants and no shirt and no shoes either. He grabbed me by the scruff of my shirt and half drug, half shoved me toward the stairs and up them. When I arrived at the summit of the stair case I was shocked, I was alarmed and I was angry all in the same time it took to draw my first breath of the fresh salt air. I barely had time to notice the rigging and the Men who were working on the deck of the ship, before I was again directed by the large, and quickly annoying man. I went to turn and pull away from him but he would not let go of my shirt.
I groaned as he slammed me into the wood of the wall as he opened the door and then I was drawn away and forced into the opening, He finally released me when I stood before a large oak desk with a single man sitting behind it, to my right was another man more neatly dressed then my previous escort and narrower of his eyes. He wore a somewhat stained white shirt. His pants were grey and tucked into a black boots that came to his knees, His waist coat was unbuttoned and a sword and pistol were at his side.
I was ordered to stand straight and I did so as best I could after the abuse I had just taken. I stared at the man behind the desk, he was short, pudgy and had a shine to his skin, His bald pate had a scar running from his left eyebrow to behind his ear disappearing against the cushion of the chair he was sitting in. He had a red shirt on that was unbuttoned to his navel and had three or four gold chains around his neck and an earring in one ear. He leaned forward and whispered to the man sitting on the desk beside him. He then took a sip out of the large goblet that was on his left and then leaned back.
It was at this point The man on the desk spoke to me, He had introduced himself as Captain Patrick Strandberg, of the Sea Temptress, a merchant vessel that traveled between England, Spain and Italy, I was told that I was there as a settlement of a debt my uncle owed the Captain. He told me that i would be trained on board the ship as a sailor and was expected to hold my own or face the consequences at which point, the Bo'sun stripped what was left of my shirt off , and the man behind the desk held my hands and I received five lashes of the whip to give me an idea of what awaited me should I fail any task.
Since my uncle never included me in the family business I had to learn everything anew, and I vowed at that time, as the leather ripped my back open that I would learn everything I could, from anyone I could, about the running of this ship. First I changed my name To Jack Falcon, and I worked my way from the bow to the stern from the port to the starboard, learning all I could, how to defend myself In hand to hand combat, I learnd the sword, and the pistol. I learned the knots, to navigate, by stars and compass.
As time passed and we made ports and traded, bought and sold merchandise, and I never said a word about returning home even when we pulled into any Italian ports. Eventually both the Captain, and the Officers learned to trust me. I climbed my way up the ranks of the ship, finally earning myself a place as second mate after eight years aboard the Sea Temptress.
Then one day while we sailing past Cork , Ireland we were boarded by a royal navy frigate, after finding evidence of piracy, a brief but bloody battle ensued in which the captain was killed and the first mate severely injured. We made our way to Portsmouth, England when a large storm hit. Being that we were off the coast of a small island near Plymouth, England the navy captain decided to anchor in a bay for safety and wait the storm out.
The storm carried on for four days during which the first mate succumbed to his wounds, which left me in command. Taking an opportunity that presented itself on the third day, while, the guards, who found ways to distract themselves from the boredom they were feeling, freed my ship mates and myself from our bonds and skulked away into the dead of the storm. We managed to board the navy frigate, which thanks to our hosts over-confidence was sparsely manned, and made off with her. I took command of the frigate renamed her Desire, and sailed her for almost three years as a pirate.
Shortly after acquiring Desire I took some time to return home, and visited my uncle only to find he squandered my family fortune, and business. I found him in a pub, drunk and destitute, and being the kind soul I am I offered him a place on my ship. He gladly accepted and welcomed me with open arms, and hugs of apologies. He told me he had no choice that the people he owed the money to were going to kill him if he didn't offer me up. So we raised anchor, sailed for about four weeks when we came to small african port, where we dropped anchor to trade for spices and other items of want in England and Spain. While we were there, I told my uncle that I wanted to introduce him to the village chief and shaman. When we arrived at the chiefs hut my uncle was promptly shackled and drug to the village square and chained to a well, where as far as I know to this day he is still a slave spending his days hauling up bucket after bucket of water every time someone demands. I was told by the chief that he would never be unchained from the well till he died.
Now I sail the pirate ship The Phyxsius. I still miss Desire, she was a good ship to me and served me well for a number of years.
Capt Jack Falcon.
I was born in the year of our Lord Sixteen hundred and Eighty Seven, To Donna Teresa Del Rota the wife of a wealthy import-export business man in Palermo,Italy named Don Pietro Del Rota, . My parents were both killed in an accident when I was but Ten years old. I was placed with my fathers brother Michele Palermo. I was left with a large inheritance/trust fund but was unable to take control of it till I became of age at 21 years old. My uncle had taken over my fathers business and ran it in a more cruel and vicious way than my parents had ever done. I watched as my uncle treated his business contacts ruthlessly and one by one drove his partners into bankruptcy by underhanded dealings. As I grew older I slowly noticed the same treatment directed at me. As I approached my 21st birthday I had vowed to regain the family business and restore it to its former glory no matter the time or money it would take.
On a stormy night, at a dinner party my uncle had arranged for me as an early celebration of my upcoming birthday, to which several of his business partners as well as my friends were in attendance. Shortly after finishing the meal I began to fell unusually tired and ill. So I apologized to my guests and retired early, and went to my room after saying my good nights.
When I awoke I was not in my bed, I was not even in my own house, I was in a hammock in a large room that contained at least another 30 or so others, all swaying to and fro. I was alarmed as I slowly noticed things such as the room reeking of old food and human sweat. I fell out of the hammock as I tried to regain my senses. The darkness slowly started to fade as my eyes became accustomed. I went to stand up and promptly hit my head on the cieling. This sent a torrent of sparks and flashes across my eyes which did not help me focus any better.
Then a lantern slowly proceeded what turned out to be a large burly man with a scruffy red beard and no hair on his head. He wore stained pants and no shirt and no shoes either. He grabbed me by the scruff of my shirt and half drug, half shoved me toward the stairs and up them. When I arrived at the summit of the stair case I was shocked, I was alarmed and I was angry all in the same time it took to draw my first breath of the fresh salt air. I barely had time to notice the rigging and the Men who were working on the deck of the ship, before I was again directed by the large, and quickly annoying man. I went to turn and pull away from him but he would not let go of my shirt.
I groaned as he slammed me into the wood of the wall as he opened the door and then I was drawn away and forced into the opening, He finally released me when I stood before a large oak desk with a single man sitting behind it, to my right was another man more neatly dressed then my previous escort and narrower of his eyes. He wore a somewhat stained white shirt. His pants were grey and tucked into a black boots that came to his knees, His waist coat was unbuttoned and a sword and pistol were at his side.
I was ordered to stand straight and I did so as best I could after the abuse I had just taken. I stared at the man behind the desk, he was short, pudgy and had a shine to his skin, His bald pate had a scar running from his left eyebrow to behind his ear disappearing against the cushion of the chair he was sitting in. He had a red shirt on that was unbuttoned to his navel and had three or four gold chains around his neck and an earring in one ear. He leaned forward and whispered to the man sitting on the desk beside him. He then took a sip out of the large goblet that was on his left and then leaned back.
It was at this point The man on the desk spoke to me, He had introduced himself as Captain Patrick Strandberg, of the Sea Temptress, a merchant vessel that traveled between England, Spain and Italy, I was told that I was there as a settlement of a debt my uncle owed the Captain. He told me that i would be trained on board the ship as a sailor and was expected to hold my own or face the consequences at which point, the Bo'sun stripped what was left of my shirt off , and the man behind the desk held my hands and I received five lashes of the whip to give me an idea of what awaited me should I fail any task.
Since my uncle never included me in the family business I had to learn everything anew, and I vowed at that time, as the leather ripped my back open that I would learn everything I could, from anyone I could, about the running of this ship. First I changed my name To Jack Falcon, and I worked my way from the bow to the stern from the port to the starboard, learning all I could, how to defend myself In hand to hand combat, I learnd the sword, and the pistol. I learned the knots, to navigate, by stars and compass.
As time passed and we made ports and traded, bought and sold merchandise, and I never said a word about returning home even when we pulled into any Italian ports. Eventually both the Captain, and the Officers learned to trust me. I climbed my way up the ranks of the ship, finally earning myself a place as second mate after eight years aboard the Sea Temptress.
Then one day while we sailing past Cork , Ireland we were boarded by a royal navy frigate, after finding evidence of piracy, a brief but bloody battle ensued in which the captain was killed and the first mate severely injured. We made our way to Portsmouth, England when a large storm hit. Being that we were off the coast of a small island near Plymouth, England the navy captain decided to anchor in a bay for safety and wait the storm out.
The storm carried on for four days during which the first mate succumbed to his wounds, which left me in command. Taking an opportunity that presented itself on the third day, while, the guards, who found ways to distract themselves from the boredom they were feeling, freed my ship mates and myself from our bonds and skulked away into the dead of the storm. We managed to board the navy frigate, which thanks to our hosts over-confidence was sparsely manned, and made off with her. I took command of the frigate renamed her Desire, and sailed her for almost three years as a pirate.
Shortly after acquiring Desire I took some time to return home, and visited my uncle only to find he squandered my family fortune, and business. I found him in a pub, drunk and destitute, and being the kind soul I am I offered him a place on my ship. He gladly accepted and welcomed me with open arms, and hugs of apologies. He told me he had no choice that the people he owed the money to were going to kill him if he didn't offer me up. So we raised anchor, sailed for about four weeks when we came to small african port, where we dropped anchor to trade for spices and other items of want in England and Spain. While we were there, I told my uncle that I wanted to introduce him to the village chief and shaman. When we arrived at the chiefs hut my uncle was promptly shackled and drug to the village square and chained to a well, where as far as I know to this day he is still a slave spending his days hauling up bucket after bucket of water every time someone demands. I was told by the chief that he would never be unchained from the well till he died.
Now I sail the pirate ship The Phyxsius. I still miss Desire, she was a good ship to me and served me well for a number of years.
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