<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Izhoa.jpg)</div><strong>Player:</strong>Angel Eros (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=139147.msg6227489#msg6227489)<br/><strong>Name:</strong>Clive Hardwich<br/><strong>Age:</strong>25<br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Male<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong>Gay, though his torture isn't limited to men. (Dominant Bottom; Sadistic and Masochistic (A mess))<br/><strong>Nationality:</strong>English; his only loyalty is to the ship.<br/><br/><strong>Allegiance:</strong>Pirate<br/><strong>Ship:</strong>The Dirty Secret<br/><strong>Rank/Occupation:</strong>Interrogator (when a careful touch is needed)/Jailer<br/><strong>Equipment:</strong>A small comb, coin pouch, keys to the brig, and a silver pocketwatch of an ornate and fine make; the one thing left from his noble life.<br/><strong>Weapons:</strong>His weapons are the devices he uses for torture; more for maiming or incapacitation rather than killing. He's fond of needles, knives, hot pokers, clamps... Though he is inventive; if he puts his mind to it, he's sure anything can be used for painful purposes.<br/><br/><strong>Description:</strong>Hair always well-kept always tied out of the way while he's working. Somewhat pale skin thanks to the most of his time being in the hold with the prisoners, somewhat thin since he rarely feels the need to eat. His clothing is simple and efficient; a white shirt and dark purple coat-tails, black leggings and knee-high leather boots. Efficient and only slightly flamboyant.<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>Silent and sadistic, Clive hardly ever speaks unless he's asking questions that need forceful answers. He's been a long-standing member of the pirate crew, but no one has been given the chance to get to know him particularly well owing to his lack of social skills (or unwillingness to share anything about himself). Despite this, he's shown a constant loyalty to the ship and her Captain; always doing as instructed much to his pleasure whenever such orders have been another's agony. There are rumors that he is quite possibly insane, owing to his habit of humming flighty tunes to himself while he works; those moments are when he seems the most serene, the most calm.<br/>He loathes his routine being interrupted, his cleaning of implements and checking of any prisoners that happen to be in the brig. None have ever died on his watch, and he doesn't plan on having that change. Like-wise, he has a very secure personal space, and woe-betide anyone who dares enter it without permission. It hasn't happened yet, but Clive is somewhat paranoid; always checking on his dear 'children' (torture devices).<br/>Overall, he is a reserved man, one can never tell what he's thinking... Which is perhaps a good thing, considering his vocation.<br/><br/><strong>Biography:</strong>His family were wealthy in London. Owning a large estate that spanned several acres, he was set to follow obediently in his father's footsteps as head of the household until the age of seventeen. He was groomed to be the perfect gentleman, having knowledge of fine art and poetry and many young ladies waiting to be accepted under his arm. There was nothing that hinted of the rather dark past times he indulged in when no one was looking his way. No one thought twice about male whores disappearing from the streets; they were casualties of the occupation and nothing more, and certainly no one would link such a fine young man to any dark dealings.<br/>Unfortunately for Clive, a potential wife decided to follow him on one of many nights; she knew he vanished to mysterious places but had no idea as to where. She was simply curious and wanted to learn more about the seemingly perfect young man she wanted to marry... What she witnessed was enough to draw a scream from her lips and thus, the attention of the city watch.<br/>Clive enjoyed the company of men. A questionable start to say the least, but his appetites were not fitting of a noble in his station. he was disgraced, was stripped of any prospects of inheriting his father's fortune and banished from the estate with but a small sample of coins to send him on his way.<br/>He had to travel a good distance before people stopped knowing his name by looking at him. He came upon the coast and was attracted to the sea; the freedom to do as one wished, the freedom to indulge in whatever one wanted and suffer no repercussions. It wasn't long before he integrated himself with the regulars milling around the port towns; he was quiet, but attractive; a good combination. Eventually, he attracted the attention of a certain Captain; his bloody work being rather artistic, and he grew talented at ensuring none of his victims died under his gaze... A useful adition to any pirate ship, ad not one has he looked back since his admission.<br/><br/><strong>Anything else:</strong>--