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Nair Vosco

"I've fiddled my way into the heart of the sea, but I've since drank away the tune."

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a character in “Legend of Os'Roth - A Pirate's Dream”, as played by flying monkey child

Description

Name: Nair Vosco

Nickame or known name: Fiddler

Age: 20

Gender: Male

Role: Guy 5

Rank: Musician

Appearance: Image
Personality: Nair is a man of drunken fearlessness, a trait that brings with it overconfidence and a terrible tongue. He’s a hard drinker, more so than even most pirates, yet his alcoholism never gets in the way of his duty, to keep the men aboard the ship entertained. Generally he is very likable, although he can sometimes become a little pretentious. His devotion for the crew is seen in that he is constantly writing new music to keep the crew from getting too tired of the older stuff. As far as ambition goes, he has none other than to keep free. Having been raised in an elegant, noble household, Nair’s escape into the pirate world was an escape from slavery into freedom, and he is constantly afraid of losing it.

Likes:
Freedom
Music
Sailing
Poetry
Booze
Women
Smoke
Being on a ship full of beautiful women

Dislikes:
Imprisonment of any kind
Being sober
Being on a ship filled with beautiful women

Fears:
Animals/Bugs/Plants that try and kill him
Getting thrown into prison
Running out of Alcohol
Weapon of choice: Saber

Skills: He can play a vast multitude of instruments and has an almost photographic memory when it comes to music and lyrics/poetry, and speaks multiple languages. Also, he had studied the art of fencing since he was old enough to hold a saber.

Character history: Nair was born to a very wealthy family, and as a result attended the finest schools available, where he learned how to read, write, analyze literature, handle advanced math, and speak multiple languages. He showed to have a very special aptitude for music, and by the time he was thirteen he had already mastered multiple instruments. The quick handedness he developed to play instruments transitioned over to his swordplay as well. Being an avid fencer, Nair’s father wanted his son to also develop the skill, so around the same time Nair began to learn music he also began to learn the finer arts of fencing. With school music, and fencing, Nair hardly ever had time to breath. As he grew older, the life he was living ceased to satisfy him. Like much of the poetry he read, he yearned for freedom. Such freedom was granted, one day, as he was traveling home from a concert abroad. The passenger vessel he was on was attacked by pirates, who, after seeing Nair play, brought him aboard their ship. They treated him more like a jester than a musician though, and Nair felt even less free on the ship than he did at home. The only good thing Nair discovered during the five months he spent as a member of that crew was his love of alcohol, quickly reaching the point where he could out drink even the oldest pirate on board. Nair eventually took his leave of that ship, getting off at a pirate port city. Were you to ask him now how long it was between leaving the one crew and joining Valem’s, he couldn’t tell you. It was a period of time where he played at the local taverns for food, drink, and a bed. Occasionally, he would woo himself a woman, but to him drink was more important than sex. After a period of time had passed, though, he wanted to make a change. He spent two weeks cleaning himself up, and then went to the port looking for a ship that might need or want a musician aboard, which was where he met Valem. After explaining his prodigy-like musical talent and his ability to speak a multiple languages, she agreed to let him aboard.

So begins...

Nair Vosco's Story

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#, as written by ceh12
Drake grabbed the final bits of supplies from the house and whistled as Jenko bounced onto his head carring his revolver. "Thank you Jenko." he said putting it in the holster he had bought awhile back. He threw the sack over his shoulder and walked towards the ship. His boots clanked as he hit the docks and the ship came into view. He walked up the gangplank and saw Nair, Captain Valem, and some kid talking. He walked up with a smile and spoke in a calm voice. "Captain I am aboard and ready to help, but may I borrow Nair for a moment we need to discuss about his 'fever blisters' in that area. " he said in quotations and he knew that Nair would understand if he was sober enough. "So Nair come to my office whenever you can and Captain just ring me up if anything needs done." he walked away Jenko jumping off his shoulder to look at the kid one last time before bounding after his master who was restocking the cabinets with supplies he had used on their last trip.

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Valem Eralia


Valem arched a brow at Nair, "We're shipping out when the entire crew gets here. Until then you'll just have to occupy yourself" she muttered in response, taking no notice of Rat's continues babbling about being taken away. She was about to speak again, but Drake approached and spoke to them. "Captain I am aboard and ready to help, but may I borrow Nair for a moment we need to discuss about his 'fever blisters' in that area". Valem let her head fall back as she let out a roar of harsh laughter. "So Nair come to my office whenever you can and Captain just ring me up if anything needs done". She nodded, too busy laughing to answer properly. Octavia walked out before bowing and entering Drake's office. Valem looked puzzled, but she shrugged it off and turned back to Nair. "Run along, we wouldn't want your fever blisters to get any worse, now, would we?". She tried her best to hold of a smile, but she failed and flashed him a toothy grin.

Now she was done laughing, she turned to Rat and picked him up, walked over to the railing and sat him on it. "Listen, Rat, we're going to be going on a dangerous journey. I completely understand if you don't want to come and I'm not forcing you to stay here. The choice is yours".


Rat


Rat shook his head. "I want to come on the journey with you" he said. "I spent my whole life begging for food and water on the streets, I even spent a little while living with some bandits before they made me leave, and I'm sure as hell not going back there. If you'll have me, I'd like to stay".



OOC: This is just an idea of what Rat looks like.
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Nair let the fever blister joke pass, for now. He had a good zinger response, but he figured he'd save it just in case the joke came up later. Instead, he looked down at the kid, who just threw a slight fit when he was called short by the ship's gunner. That was interesting. As was the Captain's insistence that he, Nair, be the one to protect the kid. Nair figured he'd swing by the Captain's quarters later, once the ship had set sail, to figure out a little more.

Nathan was one of the people on the ship that Nair enjoyed slightly more than the others. They both seemed to appreciate the number of attractive women on the ship, more or less. Nair figured he'd offer to share a bottle of his good whiskey with Nathan later that night, once the ship had set sail, for a christening of the voyage. Somewhere on the ship, Nair had hid a case of extremely expensive and rare whiskey that was something of a ship legend. He broke out one bottle of it at the beginning of every voyage, and never told anyone where he got it from.

"I'd like to be there when this hypothetical debt is paid. As a witness, of course. You know. Witnessing. I learned a new song while on leave that's perfect for such debt exchanges." Thinking about music made him want to play some, so he bowed to the two. "Anyway, I've got a job to do and I take my work very seriously," he said as he walked away and grabbed his violin from his room. From there he walked out back out on deck and looked at the kid. Then he climbed up into the ropes, about halfway up to the eagle's nest. From there, he looked back down at Rat. "If you can climb, climb up here so I can tell you shit about life," Nair called down, then turned his attention away and stared off into the ocean as he started to play a melody.

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Nathan felt a stir in his chest as the captain stroked his cheek followed very quickly by a lead ball in his stomach when she shoved him away. Ah, the captain. The beauty of a porcelain doll coupled with the cruelty of a jagged bed of glass. Nathan was familiar with women swooning for him just as often as they rejected him. Valem had that unique gift of doing both at the same time. Maybe that's what drew Nathan to her in the way she did. Keeping what they both wanted just at arm's reach. He couldn't have her and it was killing him while it kept him going at it again time after time. He let out a soft sight as he turned around to, picking up the second sack of loot in one hand and slinging the other over his shoulder with the other. He turned around quickly on the spot when the captain came bursting out of her quarters and made a beeline for him. A thousand thoughts went through his head as he tried to figure out what was wrong. Had those bastard in the backroom put up fake goods to gamble with? Did she decide to just deck him for being forward? These and every other idea he had went right out the window when she reached up, grabbed his face and kissed him. Time seemed to stop as he didn't know what to do, not even sure if he should kiss her back. Before he came to any conclusion, she pulled away and stormed right back into her room, leaving Nathan to just stand there like he'd just been slapped for no reason. Seconds ticked by before his brain finally came up with a response. "Wow."

A bright grin crossed his lips as he shook his head, trying to shake off the daze that had suddenly set over him. He raised his voice and said loud enough for Valem. "Didn't take you long to come around." He let out a mirthful laugh as he turned towards the crow's nest, looking up at Nair and the kid. Nathan liked Nair. He was funny without trying, he was a damn master when you put a fiddle in his hands and he only hated his guts a little bit whenever he managed to steal a woman he was wooing in port. Mind you, it was likely he felt the same way. "Oi!" He yelled up at the two, holding up the bag of loot in his hand. "Got a nice catch this time! Consider this your big tip for the month!" He took a step back, swinging the sack at his side like a sling before chucking it up into the ropes where the man and child sat.

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"Didn't take you long to come around."

Valem rolled her eyes. He could be annoying at times, but the kid had a good heart, and Valem liked that about him. "Oi!" she heard, "Got a nice catch this time! Consider this your big tip for the month!". That was enough to freeze Valem where she stood. She thought Nathan must have been talking about Nair's earlier comment, and she let out an angered huff. Was that all she was to him? Just another of his countless women, of whom he referred to as a 'catch'? Then again, he could be talking about the loot. This peaked her curiosity just enough to make her walk back onto the deck, a puzzled expression on her face. "Catch? What catch are you referring to, boy?", her voice was cold and snake-like, like something you'd hear in your worst nightmare. She didn't often show this side whilst around her crew, but it did come out when she was either deeply offended or super annoyed.

Rat


Rat saw the loot heading in his direction. He jumped up and grabbed the bag with both hands, then landed perfectly on two feet. He shook the bag slightly, then giggled and passed it to Nair. "I reckon it's a good loot" he commented, "Don't often get big loots 'round this time". With another small giggle, he looked down at Nathan, "Treat Valem well, or you'll have me to answer for!". Rat was quite protective of Valem, even though he'd only known her for a short while. He wouldn't want any harm to come to her. He sat down and exhaled deeply, "So, what you thinkin'a doin' with your loot, Nair?" Rat asked, curiosity clear on his face.

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A low growl erupted from Valem's chest as she gripped her hand around the handle of her sword. "Give, give, give? You merely gave me some loot and made me want to kiss you, I'd hardly call that giving. And how do you even-... You know what? Nevermind" she said softly, he whole mood changing in a second or two. She walked up to Nathan until she was only a few centimeters away from him. Valem pressed her cheek against his and whispered a message in his ear. "If you dare stand up to me infront of the crew, I'll cut your man parts off in your sleep, got it?". Before he could reply, she pulled away and nodded the other rest of the crew before turning and walking back into her quarters. A large grin crept onto her face as she replayed the memory over and over in her head, "You never lose it, not ever".

((Sorry, it's a bit short)).

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A look of utter defeat crossed Nathan's face as the captain walked away. She didn't really make any good points nor even try but there was no denying she won. She wanted to thus she did. Nathan let out another sad little sigh as he bowed his head and let his arms fall comically to this side. "Glad we had this talk..." he said with a slight crack in his voice before she walked back into her cabin again. Geesh. Talk about mixed signals. Kissing him out of the blue one minute and threatening his manhood the next. That was the captain for you... "She's going to be the death of me," he muttered as he lifted his head again and reached up to adjust his headband. "Try counting out what's in the bag before you get mad at me again!" he shouted in a somewhat stern voice just loud enough for her to hear before Nair plopped down next to him from the netting.

“You know...She threatened my meat and potatoes earlier today too. I'm having trouble figuring out if she's running out of threats, or has an odd fetish. Smoke and a drink in the crow's nest tonight to christen the voyage? My treat."

"Hehe. If she's into that sort of thing, maybe I should consider myself lucky she only brutally assaulted my face this time. And please never use that metaphor ever again. You're going to ruin dinner for me. Again." He turned and pointed a finger in the musician's face. "And you better not be talking like that in front of the little pipsqueak. As much as I'd love to see him get a few mental scars, the captain seems real soft on the tyke and I wouldn't be surprised if those threats became very, very real." When he offered the drink and smoke, he nodded once with a growing smile on his lips. "Sounds like a plan. God knows we're going to need it to get these get rid of these mental scars." He said these last two words as he turned his head towards Valem's cabin, raising his voice a little to make sure she heard. He let out a little sigh as he looked back to Nair and put his hands in his pockets. "She is... something," he muttered, making especially sure to keep his voice down so only Nair could hear him. No point in another interrogation from the captain on the meaning of words.

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Octavia blinked at Nair before the smallest hint of a smiles appeared on her face. Trust Nair, the man whore of the ship, to make her smile. She started to see the man that reminded her of her bane in life a little differently. No longer was he a cruel man that only slept with women for fun but he had a heart, though she still hated his whore tendencies. Nothing on the earth, save the moron stopping, could make that change.

She sat on the destroyed bed and carefully, as if they were the most precious things in the world, held both of her instruments. "I've heard you play Nair... I certainly can't compare..." She murmured softly against the neck of the of the stringed instrument. She sadly and hesitantly stashed them, a spot on her small bed now open. Honestly, if what he said was true, then she could vent, cry and scream at him as much as she needed. The thought alone that on this large ship, someone was willing to listen, apart from Drake, who was more like a stern older brother than anything else.

As she waited for Nair to make a move, she picked at the bloodied bandage that was wrapped around most of her midsection and torso. She had to blink back tears as the memory of how they came to be flashed through her mind. She couldn't help the small sob that tore through her throat nor the blunt nails that dug into her arms as she fought back the sadness and utter despair. Her entire body shook before the other's eyes.

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Octavia stiffened when the arm wrapped around her shoulders but forced herself to remember who it was. It was Nair, someone that was a part of her crew. It wasn't any of the filth that she lived with. He wouldn't hurt her. She visibly relaxed into his embrace.

"I... I hope so... I just want to get extremely drunk and forget that stupid letter..." She muttered, hesitantly curling into Nair's side. She, almost shyly, rested her head on his shoulder. What surprised her was the fact she was so comfortable with him. She usually hated him. But he was offering her something she desperately needed. Maybe she could trust him...

She grabbed her bag and pulled out a plain bottle, filled with whiskey. She unscrewed the top and took a heavy swig. She curled back up into Nair, her inhibitions already lowered from her limited drinking. "I mean, who the hell does he think he is...? Sendin' me a fucking letter, boldly claiming shit like that..." She muttered, nursing the bottle, drinking more and more.