Well I'll be did you sneak into my computer and take some notes from my CS I swear Sam has at least two or three similarities. HAHAHAHAHA go figure.<br/><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Captain Benjamin 'The Red Gentleman, Mr. Red, Mr. Blood' MacQuain<br/><strong>Rank:</strong>Captain of the Red Dawn<br/><br/><strong>Description:<br/></strong>http://partyideasforhalloween.com/images/pirate/gentleman-pirate-black-halloween-costume.jpg (http://partyideasforhalloween.com/images/pirate/gentleman-pirate-black-halloween-costume.jpg)<br/>(granted the picture cannot portray a perfect reflection of the character's actual appearance)<br/><br/>A taller man of about six feet, athletic in build. Holding true to his family line he has red hair, but darker than most of his family. Though his hair is kept clean and pulled back, to be loose it would fall just at his shoulders. Maintains a very trim goatee with chin straps, he grows his chin hair a little longer than the rest, (it's rumored he adds a bit of wax to it to give it a strong stiff point.) His eyes are a most striking emerald blue similar to the waters he sails, around the pupil of his eye is a gold ring.<br/><br/>While he does own an elegant blue velvet tri-corner hat complete with large ostrich plume, once underway he leaves it in his stateroom and dons a vivid green silk bandanna. While in port he also wears well made greatcoat with all the filigree of an English navy officer's, some say it was an officer's coat once... It is a deep blue nearing to black, under this he wears a leather doublet and a billowy white long sleeve shirt, underway the coat takes its place with the hat in his stateroom. Finely made black cotton pants adorn his legs, though he'd never dare wear those stupid socks and shoes most wealthy men of the day wear and he settles on a good hardy pair of black leather knee high boots, though he does maintain some type of fashion with them and they have the styled fold over cuff which has been stitched with gold thread to make a vine like filigree pattern around it. His belts are the only 'eye sore' as they are a beaten leather scuffed and scarred. From these hang his rapier, main gauche, and two pistols. While a slim dagger hides in his boot.<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>Though low-born he made it a point to educate himself. To all outsiders (those not on the crew) he is as stiff and aloof as any English noble. On the decks he moves to assist whenever he sees its needed unafraid of a little work, but leaves most of the workings to the boatswain and the master-at-arms. He often eats with the crew unless there is some serious business to be discussed. His nickname seems out of place until he is seen fighting against any formal navy, or dealing with captives, officer captives anyway. The higher ranking the officer the more interesting the dealings become.<br/><br/><strong>History:</strong>Trying to save space.<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Truthfully he's of more humble origins than the man he portrays. Growing up just above the gutters and swearing to never live like that again, he jumped at a chance to get aboard a ship going anywhere as soon as he was old enough to be brought on. (Roughly twelve for cabin boys) The merchant ship had made it's way down to the Caribbean for trades in sugar cane, other textiles, and slaves. Though the captain wanted to leave the last part under wraps. Before they could put in however, they were attacked by pirates and summarily captured. Ben was brought aboard as a captive and put to work eventually earning his place in the crew. In ten years of looting and raiding Ben had gotten good at pirating and was quite taken to piloting the ship, the quartermaster took him in and taught him how to read the ocean and the winds so he could pilot the ship no matter the conditions. He learned to read maps and memorized shipping routes. After another six years he and the old quartermaster traded places and the old bird retired. Now more than ever was he next to the captain, the simple fact that they had been pirating for at least sixteen years without dieing or being captured was not lost on the crew. Though many had swapped out over the years the upper chain of command remained the same. The captain of course, now Ben, and the master-at-arms, and the boatswain. Always there was a line of eager men ready to sail under their banner, more than a few tales circled about that the captain was immortal, and though he was new, the quartermaster was a sea creature turned man for how he read the tides and seemed to know how to evade all pursuers. The master-at-arms was said to be possessed by a demon that lusted for blood, the boatswain too. That is of course until the day thier luck ran out. A heavy merchant caravel had been the target, it was easy enough. Fat and slow it was, poorly armed too... it was bait to a trap. The seasoned leaders grew uneasy at how quickly and easily the caravel surrendered, their reputation was great but everyone at least tried to fight back. As grappling hooks crossed over a loud pop came from the poop deck. The ship's quartermaster had fired a small turret cannon straight up into the air, another loud pop as the round exploded above them leaving behind a burning phosphorous. The watch in the crow's nest shouted sails on the horizon east, then north, and south and west. Not just singular ships no there were at least two from each direction. They meant to end the Iron Sparrow's reign on the seas. For the most part they did. The captain was captured, on purpose really, letting the remainder of his men escape by whatever means they could. Ben escaped and swore vengeance on these Dutchmen. After a year of quietly searching it seemed the Iron Sparrow's master-at-arms Mr. Tonnes, and the boatswain Mr. Sprill had survived. Though Mr. Sprill had gotten caught up in a bar fight and arrested. Ben and Mr. Tonnes sprung him and three set out reclaiming their past lives. Now four years later the three were aboard another ship carrying on the traditions set by their last captain, with some changes of course.</div></div><br/><br/>--------------------------The Ship--------------------------<br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Red Dawn<br/><strong>Size/ type:</strong>modified Brig (As most pirates do)<br/><strong>Ship Stats:</strong><br/>A brig is a sailing vessel with two square-rigged masts. During the Age of Sail, brigs were seen as fast and maneuverable and were used as both naval warships and merchant vessels.<br/><br/>Weight:   Tonnages up to 480<br/>Length:   75–165 ft (23–50 m)<br/>Crew: Varies, 12 to 16 to make sail, current crew is about 30<br/>Armament: 32lb carronades: 18 and 12lb long guns: 2<br/><strong>Appearance:</strong><br/>http://www.sailingnetworks.com/images/photo/596507.jpg?1258816036 (http://www.sailingnetworks.com/images/photo/596507.jpg?1258816036)<br/><br/>While it would make her heavier Ben knew after many years of pirating some advantages to armoring a ship. Each run of lumber on the was a strip of iron 2" wide. The mainmast and the foremast were also braced with iron strips. To counter the added weight Ben dropped 6 of the 18 carronades. With modification he and Mr. Tonnes put both long guns in the bow, so they could try to shoot out the rudder of the other ship as they closed range given that their range was roughly three times that of the carronades. Ben also chose to wrap the keel in iron as well, which led to more stability when rocking in storms and kept the listing at high speed turns down.<br/>He kept the Red Dawn clean with minimal painting of the outer hull preferring clear coats of varnish when he could get it. Her sails were a blood red as was the weather deck. But the weather deck was never painted...<br/><br/>----------------------Important crewman-------------------------<br/><br/><strong>Quartermaster:</strong>Captain/ seeking knowledgable appplicant<br/>Given his previous position Captain is very particular about his QM and unsatisfactory applicants are quickly swimming.<br/><strong>Master-at-arms:</strong>Mr. Tonnes<br/><strong>Boatswain:</strong>Mr. Sprill<br/><strong>Cook/doctor:</strong>Mr. Patts<br/><br/>While all positions are named any can be taken by a player and the names adjusted accordingly. Feel free to submit other crewmen as well.<br/><br/><br/>Additional crewman<br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Sameel Domiquine 'Tic Nic'<br/><strong>Rank/ Title:</strong>Captain MacQuain's shadow<br/><br/><strong>Description:</strong><br/>http://hamrofootball.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/witch-doctor.jpg (http://hamrofootball.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/witch-doctor.jpg)<br/>Tic Nic is about five foot eight and one hundred ninety-five pounds. 'Tribal' tattoos and stylized scarring cover all visible skin. His black hair is shaped into thin dreads most adored with beads, some small feathers and an occasional bone. Oddly he keeps his face clean shaven but then if he didn't the tattoos and scars wouldn't be seen. He wears a simple shirt that looks three sizes to big, he must have pockets inside it since it's where he pulls everything from. Multiple necklaces of similiar styling as his hair hang around his neck a few bracelets on either arm also look the same. His belt is really a rope on top of a sash that once might have blue. He hangs many pouches from this along with a pair of daggers and a blowgun. His old pants come up short at about mid-calf and he refuses to wear any form of shoe. Ben is still trying to get him to at least get new clothing.<br/><br/><strong>History:</strong>He won't tell, and mostly, no one's asked.