<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://marriedbiography.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/02/Michael-Jai-White-4.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Marisol (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=300519.msg14691583#msg14691583)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>On the deck/ Aboard<em>Esperanza</em><br/><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong>: Day 1 | Morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Stepping aboard<br/><hr/><br/>He came aboard last night.  He hated to be late.  He then left as silently as he had arrived.  He found his place aboard the ship then went home to retrieve his items, he would be back in the morning.  It was necessary for him to get away, he had his mission and his walking papers.  He was pretty sure he would get to a port to find is quarry.  Everyone had a plan and place, his was to remove players from the chess board for the order.  it was something he had been both raised and trained to do.  To him it was a calling.  He knew how to sail, it wasn't in his blood, but it did provide a fair amount of freedom.  He liked freedom!!<br/><br/>Marisol was far more educated than most realized and to them probably should have been.  But he knew money and he had made his mark on being firm but fair.  Now those skills were called upon again, considering they were going in the direction he needed to go in and the Captain was nice enough on the eyes for a little distraction.  He had no choice but to go.<br/><br/>First thing that morning he set out on his way to the ship.  He had his items packed and had more weapons hidden on him than he should have had.  He had some coin a few decks of cards as he had other ways of making money as well.  He was good with his hands, he would be considered a mage to some as he was adept with his slight of hand, but very few knew of his skills.  Fewer still were alive to tell the tale.  Probably because they were dead from poison.  Being an assassin had its perks.<br/><br/>As he walked aboard he head the man Alvirs and his belittling nature.  He said nothing only recognizing the Captain and the first mate with a nod.  The woman on the deck he eyed, shaking his head at her treatment.  The other on the edge was watching, seems this was the man's way to have someone prove their worth.  He was neither amused or impressed, he was the bookkeeper for all practical purposes and he had a job to do.  "I will be taking inventory sir once I drop my things off."  He said.  He wore his brown pants, black sure and boots.  His silver cross on his neck told of his religious nature perhaps.  He wore it for the order, nothing more.