Autography by Roche Bower, Capān Roche Bower
āSo...you wish to know more about me....well what is there to know, except that I am a man who everyone wants. The only way to truly know me, is by getting close to me, and getting close is like a whole job in one...two. You should be able to work out what I mean, and if not, I suggest you get some education or something. Personally I find it all a load of rubbish, watching a man in a wig bang a stick, when you can swing your own sword which is alot more effective than a stick. For one; itās sharp, and for two; well, your not expecting me to give you all the answers, without you using your brain cells if you have any.
You probably want to know who you are listening to...well your listening to someone who has fought several beasties without a sweat, so let me start by talking about myself before you all rush at me, or tremble in fear. First of all, Iāll tell you about my excellent figure. I stand at around 6 foot, dressed in a long brown cloak. Canāt say itās in pristine condition, since Iāve been wanted by many, each trying to have a piece of me. Iām afraid that there is not enough of me going around, and my poor cloak has paid the price. Under my cloak, I wear a linen shirt, and under that, my excellent body with a muscular build. Though the main feature of my fabulous appearance is of course my face. I have dark brown eyes, luscious lips where women have fought to have the chance to touch them with their own, and not forgetting, my fabulous beard and moustache. Oh, and how can I forget my red bandana and hat. If I like yours better, your losing it...got to make sure you have the best hat.
If you want someone to rely on, then you can rely on me. Now, my whole biography is sounding like an advertisement. I want to be make one thing clear...I am not for sale. If I was, youād have to sell everything, and that still wouldnāt be enough. I have affiliated myself with the Treherns of the Iron Islands. With Godwin taking control and wiping out each of the Holy Kingdoms, unholiness has rooted within the whole of Westeros and now the people seek salvation, or in my case, an anti-hero. I am not complaining, and plus many have gathered in the Iron Islands, with many going north to Winterfell while some fled to the Iron Islands, while some remained hidden in their Kingdoms ready to rise again. Well, Iām, not complaining. While the fighting continues, then Iām in business. Youāll probably wondering what business I am talking about. Well...it is not a business per se, but letās just say, that I have...a flair for business and getting what I want. Iāve even come across some pretty neat items that I can see for quite a price. Cos you see, Iām quite a cunning character, making sure I get the right deal. Afterall, why make a deal when you have nothing to gain from it, Savvy?
My eyes are always on the prize, even if sometimes I need to errm change my tactics, and sometimes make dangerous decisions, which often results in me just cooling my head, but I always get out of it, and then finish with a good deal. Cos Iām serious I tell ya. I can help you with your problems, but sometimes folk seem canāt to take the truth so try to run away, but Iāll always care. Itās nice to lean on someone, I mean rely on someone. If not, have the wall, but remember to do the pose - always works!
You probably thinking to yourself, who is this amazing person I keep hearing about. Well, maybe it is time to know about this single attractive man. I think so too. The name is Roche Bower. Capān Roche Bower. Well, I did tell you I was in a trading business, but to be specific, my trade is as wide as the ocean. Ever heard of the āBlazing Phoenixā? Itās aāblazāing! Cos you see, Iām a pirate, and I love sailing across the wide open sea. I believe in my men and where I go, depends where the wind leads me, or if someone requires our services. For a fee of course. For a single man, 30, the world as his oyster, to do what he will, a pretty good deal.
Probably wondering why someone as stunning as me, live on the open sea.....well, what do you expect from someone who was born at sea! Nah! My story begins as lil olā me sailing the sea in a basket and saved. Wrong! Growing up, it was apparent that the only way to survive is to defend oneself. Cos you see, I never grew up with my parents, but as I grew, I found out my father was a pirate, so I left to train with my father when I was of age, and ever since have been out in the open sea. The only home Iāve only really known.
The sea is my home. My father was my family. As for my friends, my fellow crewmates soon became them. Life on the sea is even more friendly than that on land. Year by year my skills grew, I was indeed a great asset and pulled off successful raids. This continued till the Captain died. There were few men capable of leading, but in the end, I was voted in by the Captainās Daughter. It was then that I led my crew to victory, before stumbling across a Parro who took a liking to me, well, who wouldnāt? I called him Phenny. It was then that our crew jumped ship and got a bigger ship. Re-named, āThe Blazing Phoenixā, since thatās how we worked.
My crew grew and grew, and later I recruited my First Mate in a Rum drinking competition. I cannot remember who won exactly, but I guess it would be me since heās onboard the Blazing Phoenix. Many crew members had the symbol of a phoenix on their arms, or elsewhere, though Phenny didnāt need it, though for laughs, we had the phoenix logo and put an eyepatch on. We continue our journey, keeping an eye on things, but who knows where we will go.....as long as there are deals to be made, fortunes to be obtained, treasures to be collected, beautiful women to love, and a bottle of rum....all was goodā
~ Roche Bower ~
