Pirate Name || Rudy
Age: 13
Sexuality: Curious
Faceclaim: Skyler Gisondo
hexcode: #4c988c
Age: 13
Sexuality: Curious
Faceclaim: Skyler Gisondo
hexcode: #4c988c
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O U T S I D E || ----------------------------------
H E I G H T || 152 cm
W E I G H T || 45.3 kg
E Y E S || Blue
H A I R || Brown
O D D I T I E S || Scar on his right cheek.
A P P E A R A N C E ||
W E I G H T || 45.3 kg
E Y E S || Blue
H A I R || Brown
O D D I T I E S || Scar on his right cheek.
A P P E A R A N C E ||
L I K E S || â Adventure â Freedom â Jokes â Pranks â His ego â What he thinks ale and liquor tastes like â Being useful â Showing off â Big meals â Cooking â Helping â
D I S L I K E S || â Loneliness â Bullies â Cold nights â Being treated like a child â His full name â Boredom â Being Idle â Posh environments â Aristocracy â Classrooms â The Primer â Doctors â Being useless â Getting in the way â
Q U I R K S ||
-- Typically calls everyone "Miss" or "Mister"
-- Always wants to be busy, but often falls asleep at some of the . . . monotonous jobs.
-- Uses slang, calling hands "daddles" or close friends "chuckaboos", even calling foes "meaters" or finding the most creative way to describe a drunkard or a prostitute.
F E A R S ||
-- Abandonment / Loss of his family and friends
-- The strange, esoteric, and magical
-- His own mortality
S T R E N G T H S ||
-- Improvisation: Everyone needs something they're good at, and for Rudy, he's always been good at improvisation. Making it up as he goes along isn't just his strong suit, it's the only way he knows how to roll. The most planning he'd ever had to do beforehand was what shirt he'd be wearing for academy. And his list of planning isn't growing any.
-- Nimbleness: Always able to dodge beneath a professor's slap, or even the blow of the brutes of his classmates, Rudy's quick of mind and just as quick of body. What's the point of being a quick thinker if your feet can't keep up.
-- Escape Artist: Parents, Nature, and the local penitentiary haven't found a room, cave, or cell that Rudy can't find his way out of. Whether he needs to scale a building, jump a chasm, or climb through a pinhole, he'll find a way out. Even if it is... a little childish.
W E A K N E S S E S ||
-- Naive: Youth has its advantages, but also it's pitfalls. Rudy's only knowledge of the world is passed on through poorly remembered lessons, childhood rumor, and gut superstition. Most things, aside from the common fare, Rudy knows little to nothing about.
-- Flighty: Rudy's need to be constantly occupied draws his attention to the most interesting thing. Like a moth drawn to flame, he always switches between the biggest and brightest flame.
-- Fool-Hardy: Being Naive and prone to quick, rash action often lands one in a heap of trouble. When Rudy acts, little is on his mind, much less the consequences. This has lead to rather unfortunate situations in the past, and while Rudy claims to learn from his mistakes, some bad habits are hard to shake.
D I S L I K E S || â Loneliness â Bullies â Cold nights â Being treated like a child â His full name â Boredom â Being Idle â Posh environments â Aristocracy â Classrooms â The Primer â Doctors â Being useless â Getting in the way â
Q U I R K S ||
-- Typically calls everyone "Miss" or "Mister"
-- Always wants to be busy, but often falls asleep at some of the . . . monotonous jobs.
-- Uses slang, calling hands "daddles" or close friends "chuckaboos", even calling foes "meaters" or finding the most creative way to describe a drunkard or a prostitute.
F E A R S ||
-- Abandonment / Loss of his family and friends
-- The strange, esoteric, and magical
-- His own mortality
S T R E N G T H S ||
-- Improvisation: Everyone needs something they're good at, and for Rudy, he's always been good at improvisation. Making it up as he goes along isn't just his strong suit, it's the only way he knows how to roll. The most planning he'd ever had to do beforehand was what shirt he'd be wearing for academy. And his list of planning isn't growing any.
-- Nimbleness: Always able to dodge beneath a professor's slap, or even the blow of the brutes of his classmates, Rudy's quick of mind and just as quick of body. What's the point of being a quick thinker if your feet can't keep up.
-- Escape Artist: Parents, Nature, and the local penitentiary haven't found a room, cave, or cell that Rudy can't find his way out of. Whether he needs to scale a building, jump a chasm, or climb through a pinhole, he'll find a way out. Even if it is... a little childish.
W E A K N E S S E S ||
-- Naive: Youth has its advantages, but also it's pitfalls. Rudy's only knowledge of the world is passed on through poorly remembered lessons, childhood rumor, and gut superstition. Most things, aside from the common fare, Rudy knows little to nothing about.
-- Flighty: Rudy's need to be constantly occupied draws his attention to the most interesting thing. Like a moth drawn to flame, he always switches between the biggest and brightest flame.
-- Fool-Hardy: Being Naive and prone to quick, rash action often lands one in a heap of trouble. When Rudy acts, little is on his mind, much less the consequences. This has lead to rather unfortunate situations in the past, and while Rudy claims to learn from his mistakes, some bad habits are hard to shake.
| Fun-Loving - Adventurous - Mischievous- Childish|
The world is a big, scary place. But something about the gleaming eyes of a child seem to put windows and doors of opportunities in places more wizened characters see only other obstacles. Couple a predilection for opportunity and Rudy's insatiable need for entertainment leads to a very fun-loving child. Experienced in the art of slacking off, cracking wise, and warring pranks, Rudy is very well suited to an easy-going life. And yet, he throws himself onto the deck of a pirate ship, willing to tote the dangers of gunpowder from the hold to the battery. There is drive, ambition, and the tell-tale frames of discipline behind his work, but by no means is this child structured. Instead, the only reason Rudy serves aboard the Stardust is for his desperate need for a sense of freedom, of absolute endless possibility. Rudy is still struck with the curiosity of a child, looking at the world through widened adventurous eyes. Always seeking the next journey or treasure, he'll do anything to fulfill his romantic ideals of becoming a true pirate, fun and free, able to bring his own tricky and mischievous hands wherever a ship can carry them. Of course, Rudy at heart is still a kid. A young boy telling himself he's strong enough to weather the storms of the seas, to brave the terrors of the uncharted, and stand against the ruthlessness of the Crown and all that they represent. But, Rudy can't help it. He's naive, ignorant to the worlds problems, laughing, or fleeing at the unknown. These impulsive gut-reaction tendencies lead Rudy to appear Childish, even though he feels as grown up as the rest of the crew. All Rudy wants is a second chance at family, and an iron-clad fist around freedom, unwilling to let go until every cannon lay emptied and the masts torn to tattered white flags of defeat.
A well lit hall, copper busts silhouetted in the fading moonlight. Flowing curtains flanked the moonlight, and upon the wood-paneled walls, works of art, each a lavish tribute to wealth and prosperity. His father walked in, the heavy wooden door closing to the rhythm of thunder.
Rudy was born into a wealthy family seeded deep into the business structure of the local city. His family was rich enough to have a fierce stranglehold on the business activities. All of this was to say, when the time came for Rudy to attend the burgeoning National academy schools, he was consigned as soon as was possible. His parents began grooming him up to become their heir, but he hated every second of it. The rote memorization. The endless rules, regulations, and social boundaries. Each and every teacher, professor, and administrator beating and clobbering him when he didn't understand. And yet, he seemed the only one. His classmates were surviving, their heads above the water. Meanwhile Rudy could hardly tread. Then the accident happened. Rudy had never learned the details of exactly what occurred, all he knew was one day his parents left him with his Aunt for a business trip, and their carriage was found overturned on the side of the road, no bodies found.
His Aunt's eyes were dry of tears, and her face full of wrinkles. The stone walls, dusty brick tombs, and the holy symbols of thy Lord laid before him. The carriage door closed behind him, and the clopping of hooves and the rattling of reigns drowned out the quiet sobs he hid from the nun guiding him into the masterwork church. "Worry not." She said. "All is part of the Divine Plan.â
His aunt tried her best but found Rudy's untamable rambunctious nature too much to handle, and dropped him off in the care of a Parish. The nuns tried to teach him the ways of the cloth, but instead only imparted age-old superstitions, and sent him to the English coast. He never even learned the name of the new city, as upon arriving the head Minister sent him deep into the monastery to work in the dark, doing general maintenance for the nuns and priests who lived within. Soon, the rumors of pirates wandering the town reached his ears. That night, Rudy left them all behind. The Academy, the Nuns, and his Aunt. Nobody had hold on a Pirate, so he sought to join them. Finally, he came across Captain James Midas and his smile of gold. He begged to be let into his crew, and promised to busy himself in anyway that they would deem useful. That night, Rudy became the Powder Monkey of the ship Stardust.
Wind whipped at his face. The sails rippled in the invisible currents of air, shaking as if they too, were afraid of the might of the crew working beneath them. Orders were shouted, indistinguishable chatter, clamor and revelry carrying out of the lower decks before being lost to the endless crashing of waves. His feet were sore, his hands already calloused more than the previous week, and he'd yet to find a truly trusting face. But Rudy beamed as much as the sun. As he looked about and caught sidelong glances, there was a foreign uncertainty, but behind it all, a hint of familiarity, of belonging.
His aunt tried her best but found Rudy's untamable rambunctious nature too much to handle, and dropped him off in the care of a Parish. The nuns tried to teach him the ways of the cloth, but instead only imparted age-old superstitions, and sent him to the English coast. He never even learned the name of the new city, as upon arriving the head Minister sent him deep into the monastery to work in the dark, doing general maintenance for the nuns and priests who lived within. Soon, the rumors of pirates wandering the town reached his ears. That night, Rudy left them all behind. The Academy, the Nuns, and his Aunt. Nobody had hold on a Pirate, so he sought to join them. Finally, he came across Captain James Midas and his smile of gold. He begged to be let into his crew, and promised to busy himself in anyway that they would deem useful. That night, Rudy became the Powder Monkey of the ship Stardust.
Wind whipped at his face. The sails rippled in the invisible currents of air, shaking as if they too, were afraid of the might of the crew working beneath them. Orders were shouted, indistinguishable chatter, clamor and revelry carrying out of the lower decks before being lost to the endless crashing of waves. His feet were sore, his hands already calloused more than the previous week, and he'd yet to find a truly trusting face. But Rudy beamed as much as the sun. As he looked about and caught sidelong glances, there was a foreign uncertainty, but behind it all, a hint of familiarity, of belonging.
