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Francis Savage

'You take life as it comes, it's pointless worrying about what might be.'

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a character in “Sky Pirates: Band of Misfits”, originally authored by Cloud, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

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Back to Basics



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Name:
Francis Condor Savage

Nicknames:
Fran, Frank, Savage
'I've got a few.'

Age:
24

Gender:
Male

Birth Date:
July 4th

Birthplace:
Rio de Janeiro

Role on Ship:
Able Seaman
'I'm the glue that keeps this ship from falling out of the sky, one of the guys that's everywhere making sure all the little things get done. It's not always the most glamorous of jobs, but hey, it's a great way to see the world.'

Role in Circus:
Tightrope Walker
'You'll find me up at the top of the circus tent, running across wires. I'm at home on the heights and it's also good practice for the thievery.'



First Impressions



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Height:
6'2"/188kg

Weight:
170 lbs/77kg

Build:
Athletic

Hair Color:
Dark Brown

Eye Color:
Blue

Scars or Markings:
Francis has a few scars, mainly picked up from his earlier years on the streets. The most prominent is the small star shaped scar on his back, right below his left shoulder. That was a 'mark' of his boyhood gang. He also has a jagged scar across his right calf from a bar fight.
He has no tattoos, although he came painfully close to receiving a 'thief' brand in Rio.

Brief Written Description:
Francis has a naturally athletic build. Tall, muscular and toned, he has no problem with revealing his body to the world. His well defined muscles are the result of years of hard work on ships. His skin is naturally a light brown, tanned from days in the sun. His preferred style of clothing is loose, light and flexible; clothes that allow him ease of movement. He has a natural grace about his walk, perhaps it is his superb balance.



Digging A Little Deeper



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Quirks and Faults
Lacking in Caution \\ Francis tends to jump head first into things without thinking the potential consequences through. Following his heart instead of his head isn't always the smartest move, although sometimes it does lead him on the biggest adventures.

Likes
Adventures \\ Fun \\ Mischief \\ Mayhem \\ Storms
Sailing \\ Flying \\ Travel \\ Beer \\ Drinking
Women \\ Gambling \\ Riches \\ Jokes

Dislikes
Boredom \\ Getting Caught Cheating \\ Losing \\ Gangs
Pain \\ Bees \\ Falling \\ Singing


Dreams
Riches \\ 'Everyone dreams of riches. Francis is no different. He dreams of one day sleeping on a bed of silk surrounded by gold and silver.

Fears
Being abandoned \\ Even as an adult now Francis still has nightmares of finding himself alone and friendless in the world.
Being Arrested \\ Naturally Francis fears the idea of being taken to prison, in his own worlds he's too beautiful to be locked up forever.

Strengths
Gift of Tongues \\ Francis has picked up a collection of languages on his travels. Although not fluent in many, he knows the basics like 'Where is the nearest pub?' or 'Come to bed with me pretty lady'.
Fighting \\ Avoidance was once Francis' way of ending disputes, particularly when he was a skinny orphan. But as he grew he came to rely on his fists. He has some talent in fighting, he's fast and can pack a punch.

Weaknesses
Gambling \\ His poker face is terrible, he can't read cards and he generally just plows straight in without any kind of strategy. When he loses or gets caught cheating? He uses his fists to get him out.
Drinking \\ While Francis loves to drink he is a light-weight, surprising given his build. It doesn't take much for him to be a stumbling wreck and so he usually watches what he drinks... most of the time.



Under My Skin



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Personality
|Adventurous, Mischievous, Impulsive, Extrovert, Flirt|

Francis craves adventure. Boredom and monotony are not things that suit this young sailor. Frank follows his heart rather then his head, choosing paths that are likely to lead him to exciting situations. While this isn't always the smartest approach to life, it's one that guarantees that wherever Francis goes he's sure to be having a good time.

Francis is a fun-loving, extroverted, goof-ball. He loves to have fun, tell jokes and spend time with his friends. He's a bit of a social butterfly, making friends quickly wherever he goes. It only takes a few things in common for Francis to take a shine to someone. He's generally not shy about talking to strangers, or flirting with anyone who catches his eye. He enjoys the odd fling as he travels from town to town, although he's always careful not to lead on anyone who would be likely to hold a grudge.

What you see with Francis is what you get. Although a skilled thief, lying and deceit is not something he has ever been good at. His terrible gambling skills no doubt come down to the fact that Francis has a terrible poker face. Avoidance was always Francis' preferred method of escaping the authorities or thugs, but as he got older and filled out he found that his fists were just as good for getting him out of problems. Sure, he'll still turn and run if he thinks it's a better option, but it's no longer his only option.

As a boy living on the streets you had to be quick on your feet and able to make snap decisions. While Francis may come across as the big goof-ball, he is still very much aware of what is going on around him. You can take the kid away from the street, but not the street away from the kid. He'll always retain something of that orphaned, street kid.

There is also a mischievous streak to the young man. He enjoys playing practical jokes on his friends, or even those who he doesn't consider friends. He's extremely creative when it comes to thinking up new pranks. He's mischief isn't just reserved for those he knows. He'll happily cause a little mayhem among strangers, especially if it will turn out to his advantage. While Francis doesn't go around deliberately seeking to take advantage of people, if an opportunity presents itself he won't pass it up.



Diving Into The Past



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History
Orphaned at the age of four, Francis never really knew his birth parents. Instead his family was the rag-tag group of young street urchins that roamed the streets of Rio de Janeiro. Francis spent most of his childhood flitting between buildings, shimmying up pipes and racing across cables. He spent more time in the air than on the ground. He was naturally agile and had a wonderful sense of balance, two traits that made him ideal for thievery. By the time he was nine Francis and his band of orphans had made something of a name for themselves. Their little gang had made themselves known to the police. A few close calls with the authorities was more than enough encouragement for the young boy, he quickly hopped on the next ship leaving Rio regardless of it's destination or legality.

Sailing wasn't something that came naturally to the nine year old. For the first month of his voyage he was almost incapacitated with motion sickness. It got to the point that the captain was considering cutting his loses and leaving the boy behind. However Francis, always the unlikely survivor, pulled through and proved that he was an asset. His fearless attitude to heights and aptitude for running the rigging was obvious.

Francis quickly grew to love life on a ship. He also loved the adventure and travel that came with it, not to mention the women he met. As he grew older he came to appreciate the later even more so. Whenever he grew too bored with his current vessel he would jump ship and join up with whichever one next took his fancy. In this way he made his way around most of the world.

In most places he passed unnoticed, in others the attention of the authorities often meant he was forced to leave earlier than expected. Francis still retained his love of 'borrowing' other people's possessions. He had sticky fingers, plain and simple. He was also a gambler, although a piss poor one at that. When he lost or was caught cheating he would often have to fight his way out, more than once causing several bar brawls that almost snowballed into riots. Needless to say the young man's thirst for adventure was almost unquenchable.

It was only natural for him to jump at the chance to work with Annie when he heard that she was looking for crew. His interest was piqued even further when he heard her plan, to pose as a circus act before robbing the rich blind. The idea sounded like fun to Francis and he eagerly sighed up, becoming an able seaman/ tightrope walked/ thief.





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So begins...

Francis Savage's Story

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Francis groaned, the dull ache in his head turning to an insistent pounding as the morning light seeped onto his hammock. He blinked bleary eyes, the patterns on the wood grain above his head blurred. He dared not move yet, his head threatened send another spike of pain through him if he tried. Instead Francis lay still on his hammock, listening to the sounds of the air ship and trying to will the sunlight out of his eyes. That turned out to be a bad idea, his brain was as foggy as his memories of last night. Whiskey usually did that to the young Brazilian.

It wasn't a slackening in Francis' hangover that eventually tipped him out of his sleeping nook, it was a fellow seaman who - quite literally - tipped Francis out of his snung hammock. "You've got work to do Franc." The man said, no sympathy in his voice,
Francis tried to protest, "Two minutes more..." He mumbled, pushing himself to his feet with one hand and holding his aching head with the other.
"UP!" The other man shouted, before giving Francis a friendly pat on the back and softening his tone some. "Now don't feel too hard done by boy, y'know you brought it on yourself."
Francis simply groaned again.

He pulled on a pair of decent pants and shirt that wasn't too dirty before leaving for top deck. His feet seemed to drag behind him as he walked, slowing his ascent. The smells of fresh food drifted through the ship's corridors, but rather than entice the young man the smell made Francis' already queasy stomach do an uncomfortable flip.
"Why did I drink so much?" He muttered to himself, holding the sleeve of his shirt across his nose and jumping the last few steps up to the top deck. Francis was greeted by a fresh morning breeze as he stepped outside. Despite his pitiful state Francis couldn't help but smile. The open skies was what he lived for, waking up and not being hemmed in by tall sky scrapers. Francis took a moment to admire the sky above, no doubt by midday the sun would be baring down on the world, but for now it was just cool enough to fully waken Francis while at the same time not have him wishing he'd brought up a further jumper.

Francis' eyes scanned the deck, on the look out for someone that would tell him to jump to work. His eyes fell upon the slim blonde figure leaning against the ship's railing at the bow of the ship. Francis' steps became all but silent as he stalked his way up to her, careful not to give himself away. His hangover was momentarily forgotten and Francis was almost ready to surprise her when Emilia turned. She quirked her eyebrow, clearly she knew what Francis had been trying to do, "You'll have to be quieter than that to catch me off guard." She told him. Francis relaxed and gave a lazy shrug. "I swear you've got eyes in the back of your head." He told her as he moved to rest against the rail beside her. "'Sides, I wasn't really trying." Francis gave her a friendly wink, which Emilia ignored.



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She had a knife in her hand and was slowly twirling it round. It seemed more a subconscious reflex then anything else. Emilia always carried a supply of knives on her, each placed on her body to give her easy access to them when needed. Some, like the small one in her hand now, were ideal for throwing. Others, like the heavy knife on her belt, was made for rougher tasks. "Big night last night, huh?" Emilia guessed, the knife still twirling effortlessly in her hand. Francis shrugged again and his head seemed to ache again as if remembering that yes, he had had a big night. He opened his mouth to speak, but a shout from the other side of the ship stopped him. Francis sighed, recognised the call to work. "Later Em." Francis said, giving her a mock salute before turning and leaving.

Emilia watched Francis go, biting back a laugh at the way the usually graceful young man seemed to cringe with each step. Emilia had had hangovers like that and did not envy him one bit. She turned back to her contemplation of their surroundings, her mind inevitably landing on the thought of the crew's future circus show and heist. There was definitely something thrilling about pulling off a well-laid plan. Em had no doubt that Annie's plan would work perfectly. They would thrill the audience with their circus skills and then rob their selected target blind. Who would ever suspect the circus crew? Of course no one was to know that they were actually pirates, but that was part of the beauty of the plan.

Emilia's hand stopped moving, the knife coming to a stop. She slipped it back up the fold of her sleeve before stretching out her arms above her. Next she shook out her hands before returning to her original position. As Pilot she was in charge of making sure the ship went where it should, navigating through treacherous storms and around tall mountains. She would get to work soon, but for now she would take what free time she had to relax and watch the clouds float by.

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Character Portrait: Katarina Zarubin Character Portrait: Emilia Knox Character Portrait: Francis Savage Character Portrait: Leopold Doherty Character Portrait: Blayke Crandall Character Portrait: Amalia Winchester
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Curled up, much like a cat, in the hammock the small sail maker began to stir. No movement coming from her until her grey eyes began to flutter open, yet they closed as soon as they were open. Soon more movement accompanied, Amalia slowly uncurled herself from her human ball. She stretched, her muscles tensing as she gave a small satisfied sigh, finally opening her eyes all the way. She scanned her surroundings, feeling a bit lost at first, causing her to look very kid like. Once she got her bearings she sat up, swinging her legs over to where they hung off the hammock, no intent on touching the ground quiet yet.

Amalia had made it a habit of being one of the last to awake on the ship. She stretched once more, her feet reaching for the floor but not finding it. She glanced around, running a hand through her wild red hair. Hopping off her hammock as she went over to a pile of clothes, Amalia wasn't one to keep things organized. Throwing off her clothes she was in carelessly as she slid on a loose-fitting blue shirt, rolling up the sleeves and then shimmied into a pair of pants, which fit tightly, yet she rolled them up to mid-calf. Running a hand through her hair yet again, trying to decide if she should go with or without shoes.

Though she would regret her decision she made her way out of her cabin, silently and barefooted.

The sailmaker was going towards the large sail out on the deck, just for routine inspections. As she made her way towards the upper deck, she repeated a list of things she needed to do - out loud.

"Check the sails, try to make Lysander's hammock longer, fix a few of the circus flags, double check Kat and Blayke's silks, and fix that hole in your pants.." (The first was a given, the second was due to the height the man possessed, the third was due to the show they were putting on, fourth was for good measures, and last is a story Amalia would rather not revisit) She repeated that, over and over to herself quietly a good three times before she reached the top deck. Out of instincts she stopped, silently observing her surroundings. She recognized the pilot right off, Emilia, Amalia found the blonde a bit intimidating. The things she could do with knives was incredible, yet scary. Amalia was just glad they were on the same side, plus she found it amusing that their names were similar. Then her eyes were on Francis, recognizing the hang over immediately, she gave a small grin. "Been there, done that." She mused, quietly to herself, with a small giggle.

Then she heard the familiar clip-clopping of shoes on the deck, "Good morning, Leo!" She called, with a small wave and a large grin. She then headed towards the sails so to began marking things off her to-do list. "You better do what you're told first..don't want you gettin' in trouble." Amalia's voice was soaked in her southern accent as she gave a sly grin towards the boy. "I'll be right here when you get back." She promised before he could object.

With her attention now on the sails, Amalia smiled into the warm sunlight. She kept her mind on anything but the heist that would be occurring that night. She had no desire to be worried.