<div class="floatleft">(http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs6/i/2005/063/9/2/Pirate_by_Emi_Hotaru.jpg)</div><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Jacob Howl<sup>*</sup> (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=11017)</span></div><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Class:</strong>Gunslinger(buccaneer)<br/><br/><strong>Age:</strong>21<br/><br/><strong>History:</strong><br/><br/>"One more drink, aye.." said Jacob, his hand lazily raised to call the bar wench over. When she arrived he drunkenly clapped the poor serving wench on the ass after she filled his cup  and pulled her into his lap just to make her struggle free from his grasp. That action alone brought the cheers of a few more drunken sailors that were seated around the Formidably Maid.  Laughing he brought his mug to his lips once more and proceed to drain half the glass in that one gulp. Almost slamming it back on the table he turned those striking eyes, one brown and  one blue, towards the man sitting across from him. Who just so happened to be the one paying for his drinks.<br/><br/>"Now, where were we?" he said, his train of thought lost for a moment. ".. ah yes, Ye asked 'bout my past did ye not.  I can'ne say much before the wreck, time and the drink robbed  me of what little mind I had to begin with." he said, a brief flicker of a memory stirring behind the haze of alcohol that clouded his eyes.. another draw from his mug put out that light."The  bastard that found was the cap'ain of a private merchant ship. Cold hearted sonova bitch that man was,used me like his own personal slave. Beat me if I didne' do a good enough job, or  if he just felt like it. Only when I really screwed up did he pull out the knife, only screwed up twice like that.... here" his finger traced the scar over his right eye"..an' here.." he said, finger  tracing over the one on his left cheek. His thoughts wavered  for a moment, a pain swirling behind his eyes again.. only to be drowned by the rest of his drink. He raised his cup once more  for the serving wench.<br/><br/>Once his mug was once again nice and heavy with that liquid gold did he continue on with his story."Course, woulda' had more chances to disappoint that Bastard had we not been  attacked on our way back from a very profitable trade. Can'ne remember a lot of details, but I remember finding Jessie.." he leaned back enough to pull a battered old pistol from its  holster and slap it down on the table. "... that shitty ole' pistol saved me life. Found it stuffed under an old bag of grain, must have been the cooks or something.Managed to make it past  most of the fighting to get to a dingy, only problem was one of the pirates was there.. I don'ne even remember pulling the trigger but a loud bang and a puff of smoke and the bastard  crumpled at my feet." he took another swig of his ale before he re holstered Jessie "Anyway, I managed to lower it down and drifted fro a few days before i washed up near a port. Was able to find work helping some engineer's.. learned a few things but never felt at home. Eventually I managed to barter passage to a few ports either by coin or service on the ship until i wound up here. I don'ne know what i'm even looking for, but heres to the search.. and a kind man that willing to spend some coin on a strangers drinks" he raised his glass in toast to the man across from him before he threw it back, the next time the mug hit the table the gunslingers head was not far behind it.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>*Link to character sheet<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Jacob Quick Stats</span></strong><br/><strong>Hp:</strong>12<br/><strong>Ac:</strong>15<br/><strong>Fort:</strong>+4(+6vs Poison & drugs, +8 to avoid the effects of Alcohol)<br/><strong>Ref:</strong>+4<br/><strong>Will:</strong>+1<br/><strong>Gold:</strong>29 gp, 9sp, 3cp<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>