Name: Arthur<br/>Age: 25<br/>Height: 5'7"<br/>Species:  Otter<br/>Gender: Male<br/>Gear:  He carries a pair of musket pistols as well as an English long rifle.  He also has a cutlass that is normally strapped to his leg.<br/>Pred or Prey: Prey, though will occasionally vore women.<br/><br/><br/>Arthur grunted as a pair of pirates kicked him in the back.  His coat was in tatters, his trousers were soaked and he looked like he hadn't treated well.  He felt a bayonet press against his shoulder blade as they slowly passed Captain Vorgans ship.<br/>"Don't even think about it red coat..."  Arthur turned back and started to speak, then his feet swung around and kicked the first pirate in the chest.  The pirate cried out in surprise, and tumbled over the edge into the water.  Arthur then viciously began head butting the other pirate till he crumbled to the ground.  Arthur spat a bit of blood onto his foe, and reached around for his gear.<br/><br/>Slowly he walked up the ramp, his belt with his pistols and ammo dragging behind him as he came up the ramp.  He noticed a group of pirates on the deck, gathered around someone claiming to be the captain.  Arthur silently went to the bow of the ship, and began fiddling with the keys in his paws.<br/><br/>"Come on... Bloody hell I'm gonna stick out like a sore thumb with this bloody accent..."