<strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Niccolo Swift</span></strong><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/e8/35/06/e83506d9eac6cff8bb1443e9a5dff983.jpg)</div><br/>Human Ranger 3<br/>[Character sheet] (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=840445)<hr/><br/>"No," Niccolo replied to Lathus' question.   "This boat fucking kicks ass."<br/><br/>Enter Niccolo Swift, a rake, a ne'er-do-well, and a libertine!  He was garbed in very little, namely dark leather trousers that cut off at his taut calves.  Aside from that, a crimson sash hung along his waist, within which was tucked a small dagger.  Aside from that, the sun-kissed flesh, bulging with young athleticism, glinted with sweat and grime.<br/><br/>"I haven't been anywhere more fun, really," he added as he stretched.   "If I'm not fighting, I'm fucking!  And if I'm not fucking, I'm building a huge fucking<del>bow</del>catapult!"  Niccolo was obviously referring to the catapult which he had built.  Not with his own two hands, obviously.  He had help.  Which was nice, in a way, because Niccolo never thought he'd be in charge of overseeing the construction of anything.  But, if you asked him, the young man was glad to be done with it.  He could go back to his regular duties, like serving on look-out or hunting, which included a great deal of privacy.  And privacy meant alone time!  And Niccolo needed alone time.  Lots of it.<br/><br/>"What should I do, First Mate?" Niccolo said, grinning wildly.   "Are you or the Captain in need of a bed-warmer?  Cus' I'm a warm body."