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Weston Kale

"I will find her!"

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a character in “Pirates of the Curse”, originally authored by SilverInk, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Name:
Weston Kale

Nicknames: West


Age: 25

Role: Waterbird Pilot


Appearance:
A tall and limber looking man with the height of 6,3. Although it would seem that the height is balanced out by his slender frame, definitely not meant for taking physical blows. His eyes are calm sea-green color, although of late the brilliance of the color seems to be diminished by the bags under his eyes. His tried appearance has taken a toll on the rest of his body as well, once feathery shoulder length hair is often a ruffled mess or just tangled in general from his hands constantly messing with it. A few scars mare his fragile body, concentrating mostly on his hands, although a fresh looking one on his chest seems a few years younger than the others. The scar on his chest is about an inch wide and three inches long ending just above his heart, whatever caused the scar was lucky enough not to pierce the organ. Still, it seems that the man on some days wishes that it did. Surprisingly well-dressed for sailor as if he was going to perform at a party rather than be aboard a ship for months on end. Prefers wearing a crisp white shirt with a black vest over with, although the vest not just for fashion, below the initial soft material is a leather covering to provide some protection. Dressed in black trousers and boots it makes the outfit a bit more seaworthy. Around his neck is a red or black ribbon tied in a light bow, strange…but it reminds him of someone. It seems old burn marks line the hardy fabric as if it was being used as an ash tray..or perhaps it was failed attempts of letting go.

Personality: Has a sullen and serious aura about him most of the time. To say that this man is impatient when dealing with others would be an understatement, were it not for his mission it could be very possible this man would of became a recluse. Thankfully his position on the ship grants him the quiet atmosphere he truly desires, that is unless having to get a new heading or orders from his commanding officers. The only time the serious attitude seems to fade away is when he gets the chance to play his beloved violin..or when he goes back to happier times. Loyal to his employer till his commission ends nothing can stop him from following orders. Tight-lipped as he is it seems that people find him to be a good listener and trust-worthy with secrets. This has resulted with him being the sort of shrink..unofficially of course.


Likes:
Fine Wine
Music
Quiet
Violins
Cigarettes



Dislikes:
Gambling
Pirates
Loud atmospheres
Heavy Liquor
Drunks


Skills: Is a skilled musician with his specially being violins. Despite his passion for music, it would not be enough for him to own a sustainable living. Yet still he plays on in hopes of keeping his own hopes alive. In terms of combat has become a proficient gunner, never seen without two flintlock pistols in his belt. For up-close combat his chosen weapon is a rapier due to it being light and mobile enough for movement. It may not cause heavy wounds, but it is good enough to defend himself with.


Weaknesses: Struggles with seasickness that he has never really managed to get over despite all his years at sea. His addiction to smoking can make him a bit irritable if he has not smoked before talking…or he just hates people either one works. Can be a bit shy around women. Is extremely incompetent when it comes to keeping his own time schedule.


Fears:
Open flames
Drunken brawls
Never reconciling with his fiancé.



History: The only son of a traveling musician and his wife, It was a poor, but happy childhood. His own father passed down the violin that had been in the family for generations starting at his great-grandfather's hands. Determined to keep the family trade alive Weston often joined his father when performing in inns and pubs. The family of three spent much of their time traveling from each little village to bigger towns just scraping by. His first encounter with sailors was drunken brawl in which he was struck in the back of the head with a pint of beer. Needless to say he began avoiding the rowdy pubs..despite that being the place where he made most of his income. Years later at the age of eighteen he came upon a humble but quant looking pub with only his stomach on his mind. His stomach however was quickly aside by his heart as he was doused with beer..and when he managed to clear the foam out of his eyes…love. With stuttering confidence he began to court the lovely daughter of the pub owner, enchanting her with words only music could explain. Despite the sweet-nature of the girl he found it difficult to express his true feeling for her….within a few months he found himself asking for her hand in marriage. Shocked, at her acceptance he sheepishly admitted that he did not have much in terms of wealth, but would do everything in his power to provide a healthy and happy home for his beloved. His fiancé's parents knew better that even a happy home had to eat in order to truly be happy. Thus his career on the high seas began..much to the distaste of his stomach. His brief leaves on shore were happy when he was with his beloved and her welcoming family.


All of that changed the day of his wedding. Late to his own wedding due to payment to debtors which were none to caring about if he was late. Besides he had his whole life to be with this woman what would being an hour late matter? It did in fact as came upon a massacre..bloodstained his bride as she held her father's corpse in her arms. Why would someone do such a thing? His heart seemed to break into two as his weeping bride rejected him and sent him away. His mind told him that nothing could heal the deep scars that were now carved into his fiancé's heart.Determined to eventually return with enough money to provide his love everything she wished, he left the ashes of that humble pub. Yet when he returned a year later with a deed to a small plot of land, his love had departed for the sea herself. A small spark of hope appeared in soul..had the woman gone to look for him? That hope was dashed as the following year he found her nearly becoming a drunken ..... , in the company of rowdy men. When asking for an explanation, the scar on his chest was the answer as once again his bird flew the coop. The pain, anger, and..dare he guess love in her eyes still gleamed in her eyes as she fled from his sight. Nearly giving up on the hopeless adventure, he remained on land as a musician becoming more sullen as the months went by..that is until a rumor of a ship setting after pirates came about. Immediately jumping at the chance to find his mourning songbird he signed up on the Waterbird with hope that this would be the final time she ran from him.


Other: N/A

"spontaneous combustion"


So begins...

Weston Kale's Story

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Rosemary sat in her cage for a little while, no answer coming from the man, until he stepped out of the room and looked at her, discombobulated. "Was that you, girl?" he asked. She smirked. No, it was the Captain.

"Yes, it was me," she said, speaking a tad bit louder than she had before. "And, if I was to quiet before- sorry about the mumbles, I wasn't really expecting an answer- I asked when you all plan to kill me and whatever others you have captive on board." Although it was a bold thing to say, she didn't say it very boldly, sounding timid as she spoke. She crossed her arms as if to seal her small streak of courage. "You know, I am a Historian. I could be of more use to you all alive than I would be dead. I wonder how much you all know about the world's civilizations. I've dedicated at least four years to learning," she said, sounding quite proud of herself as she spoke in her British accent. "Although that isn't your call, is it? It's your Captain's and by what I hear through the floorboards, from gossiping crew members, he isn't a great man to try and convince." Rosemary sighed. It seemed hopeless. Why was she debating this with a doctor, crew member, or whatever he was?

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"You're late."

Barnabas frowned. The Captain quickly lost interest in him, so he figured it was time to see where he worked. He quickly walked through the ship, admiring the work put into it, but it was no great ship. He sighed, keeping up his search, almost giving up until he saw a small crate by the wheel full of maps. He eagerly pulled one out. A map of the known world- brilliant! Barnabas couldn't hide his smile. He was eager to show off his skills to the whole village. He was already known as one of the best navigators in their small town, but if he navigated the rescue mission against Pirates and danger, who knows how famous he could become! Plus, navigating gave Barnabas a certain happy feeling that made him sure that he loved direction.

He quickly sat down on the crate and observed the map. The Pirates were obviously not from anywhere around here, and you'd probably want to travel by land if from Asia, so they must be down, heading somewhere around Africa. Southwest. That was the direction. Great. "Now I've just got to find the bloody pilot."

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A loud huffing sound, similar to that of a dog about keel over and die. Weston trudged up the gangway plank with an sheepish expression on his face as he gently maneuvered his way around the busy deck..narrowly avoiding the death glares directed at his back by less than patient crew members. His expression was coached into that of a strained smile as he approached who believed to be the navigator of the Waterbird who appeared to be busy pouring over a map of some sort.


"Please excuse me for being late..I had to make one final stop...sir" Weston apologized quickly, inclining his head in a respectful manner. His calm expression turned into that of increasing anger as he was ran into by a clumsy sailor carrying a heavy load. His hands seemed to tighten even more around a black case containing his most prized material good...his beautiful, oak violin with an arabian horsetail bow. The violin was a friend to him in the toughest of times, it had always been there for him. Turning his attention to the navigator he asked in a quiet voice "Please tell I am not on duty for physical labor yet...I would hate to have one these..men step on this..". Carefully setting down the case and clicking open the silver clasps with a smile on his face. The violin lay in the velvet case shining like the sun as it had just been freshly polished and restrung by the local musician of the small town.


Gently closing the clasps once more Vincent gave the navigator a slight smile before stating "I have not introduced myself yet, I am Weston Kale, the present..hopefully still employed pilot of this well-crafted ship. I promise that I will not be tardy whilst manning this ship I assure you on that of my fiancé's heart..". His words trailed off as he realized the slip of words..before pondering ~Do I still even have her as my fiancé?~...

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In the middle of Barnabas' map plotting, a boy came up and began stuttering about how he was sorry he was late, and how he wished he wasn't fired, his fiance's heart, blah blah blah. Barnabas finally put down the maps and looked him in the eye. "Look, I am the navigator, not the Captain. It is not my responsibility to throw you overboard. I don't think you'll be doing any physical labor, as we need you to steer the ship," Barnabas said in his charming voice, agrivation peaking through. He had no patience for Stuttering Stanley's ((Holy crap... Bout died there laughing.... I love the Sixth Sense...)) who wished to apologize for everything they said or did.

"You may want to take note, we must head Southwest, for I believe the Pirates are from that area. Hah, not many people have dared to go there. No land masses that way, just maybe the edge of the world. How exciting!" he said, half enthusiastically, half sarcastically. He was fine with journeying into no-man's-land, as long as he came back in one piece. If he died, he wouldn't be quite happy.

"I'll tell you which way to go when we take off, but until then, hang tight. Just, please tell me that you've actually piloted a ship before. If you wreck, I doubt anyone will be very happy." Barnabas crossed his arms, waiting for the man's answer.

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"Once the Cabin Boy finished with the nooses? Well, I hope he takes quite a while with that. I'd enjoy for my eyeballs to stay in my head just a little while longer." She tried to laugh at her remark, but it sounded more fearful than funny, which was not how she had intended it to be. She felt almost sick to her stomach.

He continued, seeming quite confused with the fact she was a historian. "Not officially, almost, but I consider myself one, yes, I've been studying in history, becoming an apprentice under Librarians and other Historians for a while now. And to think I was almost actually almost officially Historian Turner. What a pity I'm being killed now." The boy still looked confused. "What, you've never heard of female historian? Wherever your from, it must be a lot different than my little village."

She wanted to add 'we don't kill innocent people', but she tried to view it from their point of view. They had lost two crew members... they thought they were doing what's right. But they had been the ones who raided anyway. It wasn't Rosemary's fault that their crew members had been hanged.

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Character Portrait: Alasandrea (Al) Kipper Character Portrait: Barnabas Vine Character Portrait: Anthony Shepard Character Portrait: Weston Kale
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Anthony reached down and took the knife away from Al's hand, "I'll be taking this until you learn not to act first with violence. We just talked about this, Al." He scolded the small girl before turning to the man.

"And it was my choice to allow her here. You should not question what a captain chooses. Now. I am sick of playing a housewife who can not get her children to behave! Both of you will be mopping the deck this night!"

And with that, the angry captain placed the knife in his empty holster for his own dagger (he left it in his quarters) and went to go find his navigator and/or pilot. He'd noticed the signs of a storm brewing upon the horizon and did not wish to get stuck in it. Wondering if they'd be able to avoid it.

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Character Portrait: Alasandrea (Al) Kipper Character Portrait: Barnabas Vine Character Portrait: Foster Jackson Character Portrait: Anthony Shepard Character Portrait: Weston Kale
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The storm arrived. We couldn't avoid it, it was to big. All the sailors sprung to action I hoisted the sails and threw water off the boat. I saw the captain and two others watch us. I huffed out a breath and kept working. Waves splashed over the boat making it rock violently in the sea, the skies poured down rain, the sea was black and deadly. A crate was blocking the way for me I called over to a sailor for help and he came over we moved the crate and he went back to his storm post. A huge wave crashed onto the boat soaking me wet It's icy fingers grabbed my ankle pulling me off the boat. I screamed. I was close to the water and I found a rope to grab to hold onto, I gripped the rope for dear life. It was literally my life line. "HELP!!!" I screamed, it was cut off by my body being plunged into the water I came up again and gasped for breath. I was not going to let the sea take my life.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Alasandrea (Al) Kipper Character Portrait: Rosemary Turner Character Portrait: Barnabas Vine Character Portrait: Captain Curry Character Portrait: Seraphina Character Portrait: Aster Flichen Character Portrait: Foster Jackson Character Portrait: Michael (Mikasa) Kitsune Character Portrait: Anthony Shepard Character Portrait: Weston Kale
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Aster Flichen

He heard the mermaid girl say something but decided to pay his full attention to the Captain. "I was wonder if you were injured in any way, if any of the crew was injured (though you already answered this), and if you would allow me to fix the prisoners up. It seems, that one of them has a shard sticking out of her ribs. Not sure if you rather have them fixed up from a hanging or just let them die now."

While he was speaking her started to work on the girl/boy's legs, taking tweezers and pulling the smaller pieces of wood before pulling out the bigger ones with his fingers. "I get the feeling that more people got hurt down here than up there." He said to the captain.

Anthony Shepard

When Anthony saw one of his members fall over board, it seemed to have been Foster, he let out an annoyed sigh. "Alright, I'll get him." He said before shedding his shirt and weapons. He grabbed a life line, tied it to a sturdy board and himself, before jumping into the water after his fallen ship mate.

Pushing against the tough waves, he was finally able to reach the poor male. He untied the rope from himself and tied it around the almost sunken male. "I swear to god. If someone doesn't pull us up, I'll throw you overboard and not save you!" He yelled up at his crew. He didn't care who pulled them in, as long as someone did it.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Alasandrea (Al) Kipper Character Portrait: Rosemary Turner Character Portrait: Barnabas Vine Character Portrait: Captain Curry Character Portrait: Seraphina Character Portrait: Aster Flichen Character Portrait: Caleb the Cabin Boy Character Portrait: Foster Jackson Character Portrait: Michael (Mikasa) Kitsune Character Portrait: Anthony Shepard Character Portrait: Veronica Venin -WIP- Character Portrait: Weston Kale
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Anthony Shepard

Anthony was the girl to get on board and pulled up the other man next. "What on earth were you thinking!" He yelled at his first mate, "Never mind, it wasn't your fault..."

"Everybody, get inside the ship before another one of you falls overboard!" Anthony yelled before grabbing his shirt and weapons and heading for the inside of the ship. "We'll wait the storm out." He said in a softer voice.

Aster Flichen

After Aster was finished patching up the girl he tapped the side of the table as a sign he was done. "Alright, anybody else beside the captives injured?!" He called out to the rest of the crew members. "If you are you have about 10 seconds to get in here!"

Aster walked out of his office and looked around at everybody, He glanced down at the captives and saw the the historian's glasses had fallen onto the ground. He picked up the round items and placed them in front of the girl who was wandering around her little area looking for them. "Here." He muttered, waiting for one of the crew to speak up.