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Clayton Shester

"There's something not quite right about you... I'd advise you to tread lightly miss..."

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a character in “The Midnight Siren”, as played by BAWADABOO

Description

GENERAL

Name: Clayton (Clay) Shester
Nickname: Clay to his friends, Shester to his crew.
Gender: Male
Sexual Preference: Straight
Age: 32
Role:Navy First Mate

PHYSICAL
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Height: 6 ft
Weight: 190 lbs
Eye color: Blue
Hair color: Dirty Blonde
Skin color: White
Scars/markings: none
Synopsis: Clay is tall and intimidating, in his all black clothing. He wears his blonde hair short and fringed in the front, and keeps his beard to a small goatee or mustache. He is not one to let his appearance get away from him, even if he is at sea.

PERSONALITY:

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Likes:
Order
Control
Black
Shooting
Guns
Following Orders
Obedience

Dislikes:
Disarray
Swordfighting
Jokes
Disobedience
Pirates

Hobbies:
Cleaning his guns
Shooting

Synopsis:

Clay is a hard-working powerful man. He is extremely loyal to his captain, but more so to his country. He will rush to crush rebellion anywhere it might appear, because that is his duty. He is not intimidated by much, and will not stop once he has started something. His crewmates have learned to respect him or suffer the consequences. He runs a tight ship with not one hair out of place among the men.

He is not one for sword play. Clay much prefers guns to melee combat, it is less messy and less brutal. He carries 6 pistols strewn across his body, so that he is never left defenseless.
Positive characteristics:
Loyal, Trustworthy, Smart

Negative characteristics:
Violent, Stubborn, He holds his duty above anyone and anything that gets in his way.

EQUIPMENT

Clothing: Clay wears black leather pants with leather boots hitting above the ankle. A black open necked shirt will always be tucked in, and a black trench coat will top it off. Clay's entire wardrobe is based around black, and it is very possible that he owns nothing of color. He will often wear black gloves, especially when in combat. He will wear 2 sets of criss-crossed holsters across his chest and another holster on either thigh, where he carries his many pistols.
Armor: none
Weapons: 6 pistols
Trinkets: none
Other: none

ABILITIES:

Traits:
He is smart and perceptive enough to notice whenever something isn't quite right. He is a good strategist. Clay is also very intimidating.

Skills:
He is very well trained with his pistols, and can hit nearly any target.

So begins...

Clayton Shester's Story

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Character Portrait: Evelyn Blackwell Character Portrait: Hugh Marlow Character Portrait: Katarina West Character Portrait: Lavinia "Henry" Matheson Character Portrait: Etten Davenport Character Portrait: Clayton Shester
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Six hours before nightfall

Evelyn watched from the tree line as the crown jewel of the British fleet took anchor, just off shore of the lush island. As she lowered her telescope with a smirk she caught a glimpse of Katarina's scarlet locks near the helm of the ship. She cupped her hands over her mouth mocking a doves coo letting her crew know the plan was under foot. She quickly made her way to the temporary base her crew had taken up.

"Doc I want you and Kid to stay back, I hope we won't have anyone for you to patch up but just in case." Her brow shot up slightly as she heard a groan of disagreement from Etten. Before she had time to react to him she heard Matthew clear his throat just slightly. Etten sighed catching the look of disapproval clear on Winters's face he went to join Eliza with rosy cheeks. Evelyn winked at Winters as she turned her focus to the others. "Al,Matthew, and Kato you three are going in with me. Jack will be rigging the their ship once they make land fall as soon as he has lit the bombs he will head back to be extra support for Doc and the Kid should anything go sour." She unrolled a map placing it on the table before them.

"Kat said that they plan on holding the feast on this side of the island. I want Al and Kato to come in from the west. You will have three to four guards to break through, they need to be taken out as quickly and as quietly as possible. If anything goes wrong fire one warning shot from your pistol and get away. Winters you and I will come in from the east. We will drive the vermin to the water just in time to watch their ship burst in to flames." She drove her dagger into the spot on the map a smile working to her lips as the crew cheered. "And remember don't blow Kat's cover just yet."

Nightfall

Al and Kato made their way over to the western side of the huts as the feast was beginning, and waited for Eve's signal. Eve and Winters finally got over to the eastern edge, and with a sharp one note whistle she gave the others the signal to move into action.

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Character Portrait: Evelyn Blackwell Character Portrait: Hugh Marlow Character Portrait: Katarina West Character Portrait: Lavinia "Henry" Matheson Character Portrait: Clayton Shester Character Portrait: Matthew Winters
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Six hours before nightfall...


The deck was buzzing with activity as the anchor was lowered into the water. Katarina stood near the helm of the ship, all smiles today. To anyone around her, the bride-to-be was obviously glowing with excitement. Her icy blue hues looked as though they would melt glaciers into tears at any moment as the young woman watched the bustle around her. She could hear the crew members shouting at each other, commands or orders or blaming this person for that or this being out of place. Everything was supposed to be perfect for the small island wedding. It had been her idea- the island wedding. Away from the eyes of court and all the fussing and decorative ballgowns. She just wanted it to be him, the priest, and her-- but of course, that couldn't exactly be done. He was an important man, after all, and so she begrudgingly accepted that his crew and first mate would be there to witness the wedding.

Her parents had died when she was fourteen, leaving her to an elderly aunt who was institutionalized. So naturally, none of her own family were present. 'You're my family now,' she had told him one evening over dinner, her eyes glittering in the candle light. He would provide her a life filled with the finest things a Naval officer could provide... at least- that's what the other women thought. Kat smiled politely to the figure who appeared by her side, offering to help her from the ship. She was a lady, after all, and climbing in and out of ships was not her forte... right?

Nightfall


Within a few hours the feast as set up and Kat found herself pacing anxiously in her tent. What if something went wrong? Forcing herself to take another breath, she turned to look at herself in the mirror. Her dress hugged her figure beautifully, but with the sun going down the hat was simply not needed. Removing the parcel from her outfit, she gently set it down onto her wardrobe. The crew had done a wonderful job of setting up her tent, it was a pity they were all about to be killed. Taking one last look at her hair, which had been curled into ringlets before leaving port, Kat turned and followed the sound of a joyful tune belonging to a flute. The sun was setting just over the water, why she had reasoned she wanted to be on this side of the beach in the first place. Painting on a smile, she made her way over to her husband-to-be. "You look wonderful, darling-- as does this food! Why, I never... There's so... it's beautiful. I love it. Tell me you love it too!"

Her eyes are bright with adoration as she looks up into her fiance's weathered face. He is some years her senior, but by the look on her face- you'd never be able to guess she was thinking anything else. To be sure, she looked madly in love with the man before her- as though she would pull him into an embrace at any moment. The feast was starting. In the distance Kat heard the sound of a sharp whistle and she snapped her head around- in the opposite direction from which it had come. "Did you hear that? That blasted cabinboy. He is always so dirty, my love, I don't know why you allowed him to come." Her lips purse as she looks to Hugh, as though he is to blame for the whistle. Quickly the wrinkles in her face smooth away into a smile as she gently reaches to place a hand upon his cheek, "No matter," she purrs, "soon it will just be you and me..."



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Captain Hugh Marlow


To say that men are not nervous on their wedding day would be, in the case of one Hugh Marlow, a blatant lie smothered in falsity with a good dose of fabrication. Beneath his calm and authoritative facade as he bustled around the chaotic deck, calling out orders and in general keeping himself as busy as he could get away with without actually taking someone's duty from them, he was a bundle of nerves ready to snap at any moment. It was partially due to his own disbelief at the current events, moving in almost a daze, waiting nervously to be woken up to a harsh reality where a young woman like Katarina, his Kat, would hardly bat an eye at a man like him, aged prematurely by battles and the harsh realities of the sea. But there was no sudden awakening; he was still there, boat anchored beside the lush little island with preparations for a wedding- his wedding- very much underway.

Well, if he were to be more accurate, it was more Katarina's wedding than his own, not that he'd ever begrudge her anything she fancied. She had chosen the destination with the kind of delightful determination she always had, insisting on something personal, something away from the stuffy courts and balls where they'd first met one another. It hadn't taken much arguing and, while his father had been certainly furious when his son had announced their wedding plans, if it was for Katarina, he was willing to face his father's displeasure. In fact, the only thing that Hugh had insisted on was the presence of his men, his crew, his family, all wrapped into one. Yes, Katarina had done her best to pout and simper and cajole him into changing his mind, but on this one thing he remained firm. He wanted- no, he needed the support of the men he'd handpicked to be by his side through thick and thin because he was getting married. He was getting married.

The thought spun around in his head, and he couldn't help the small smile that tugged on his lips. This would, no doubt, be the happiest day of his life. Tomorrow he could worry about his father, about his job, about the difficulties of a long-distance marriage since Katarina was much to delicate to be kept in a rough naval boat full of men, about pirates. Today, however, today was a day for celebration. Today was going to be one of the happiest in his life.



Nightfall



The feast had been arranged with no issues to speak of, the tents had been set up with the quick efficiency that he had come to expect from his crew… Everything was ready. Well, apart from Hugh himself as he stood a little ways away from it all, breathing in deeply the salty night air. He tugged helplessly at his uniform sleeves, but did not say a word, too busy staring out at the calm ocean in front of him, the stars mirrored from the Heavens above into the deep abyss that had become his second home. There were no chores to be taken care of, no last minute details to be arranged- nothing to distract him from the even before him. He fiddled with his sleeves again, anxiety still coiled in his stomach, tearing his nerves to shreds as the sly seeds of doubt began to be planted in his mind. What if- what if Katarina decided to call it off? She would have every right to- he'd never fault her for it, never fault her for anything. After all, what did he have to offer her? A husband who was constantly at sea? A weathered visage when he was not? There was no way she could be happy with him-

"You look wonderful, darling-- as does this food! Why, I never... There's so... it's beautiful. I love it. Tell me you love it too!"

Her words were like the waves of the sea, washing away his anxieties with a single exhale. He turned, a small half-smile tugging at his lips as he gazed back at her with the same loving, passionate intensity. She was gorgeous as she always was, her dress only serving to accentuate her natural good looks in such a way that he was completely convinced that he was the luckiest man alive.

"My dear," He said lowly, voice thick with adoration, "I… I must admit it's all lost on me. I simply cannot keep my eyes off of you." The words were achingly saccharine, but one must forgive a man in love for his sentimental follies. It was only a sharp whistle that caused him to tear his gaze away from the lovely creature in front of him, blinking and gazing around for the source.

"Did you hear that? That blasted cabinboy. He is always so dirty, my love, I don't know why you allowed him to come." The moment was broken then with a look of distaste overtaking his fiancée's face and one of mild exasperation falling over his. It was a conversation they'd had countless times, but it kept rearing its ugly head when Katarina had been among his crew for too long.

"Katarina," He sighed lightly, "I could not ask for a better cabin boy than Henry. I think that we can forgive some dirt and childish behavior for all of his virtues." His words were lost on her, apparently, as her face transformed from irritation to one of a sweet sort of composure.

"No matter, soon it will just be you and me..." His rough, calloused hand came up to meet hers, delicately pressed against her smooth skin as she cupped his face.

"That's all I've ever wanted, my dear," He replied with a delighted smile of his own.

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Nightfall


Arms across his torso held handles of two flintlock pistols, and a hawk-like gaze scanned the gallant feast for any misconduct. Nothing was going to go wrong this evening. Nothing. He stood silently in the corner, one eye on Captain Marlow at all times. This was a happy day. The captain's wedding day was certainly a cause for celebration, but it was not in Shester's nature to let his guard down. No matter the situation, there was always cause for a watchful eye.

Clay shifted uncomfortably in his tuxedo. As the first mate it was his duty to be the best man, while he would much rather be in charge of security detail, it was an honor nonetheless. He wished however, that he would not be forced to wear this despicable white suit. He missed the black leather of his that lied on the table in his quarters, white just wasn't his thing. He'd asked, almost begged, numerous times for the Captain to don the traditional black dress for his wedding, but that miserable woman would not let it go.

The captain and his fiance sat nearby eating together, living in blissful ignorance. They disgustingly fed the little cakes to each other. Smiles, giggles, blushes... This woman had the captain completely brainwashed. Clay just couldn't believe how fast the Captain had jumped into this relationship. It seemed too... artificial.

Clay was, of course, not against love in any fashion. It was something he had hoped he'd find in his travels. Though with all of his trust issues, his paranoia, and his accelerated ageing he feared he would never find the right woman, but he was happy for his captain. There was just something about Katarina that he simply didn't trust. He would not have his captain played the fool, so if the woman was not who she said she was, he would deal with her personally.

A whistle in the darkness...

Clay quietly moved from his post, heading in the direction of the sound. His hands tightened on the handles of his pistols, ready to draw at the slightest issue. The bride was quick to diagnose the whistle as the cabin boy, but Clay had to be sure. He approached the west corner of the perimeter, where he'd stationed the first guard unit. He leaned in to the superior officer.

"Be on point soldier, nothing is going to interrupt the Captain's special night." a nod was all he needed as confirmation, and he headed across to the second guard unit on the opposite side. Maybe he was being too paranoid. Maybe he should calm down and enjoy the feast. He knew that just wouldn't happen. Clayton Shester does not slow down, not even at a wedding.

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Character Portrait: Evelyn Blackwell Character Portrait: Hugh Marlow Character Portrait: Katarina West Character Portrait: Lavinia "Henry" Matheson Character Portrait: Clayton Shester Character Portrait: Matthew Winters
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Eve watched the Clay carefully as he made his way towards them, she spoke barely above a whisper to Winters "Stealth will be the better choice, but who ever that is we need to take extra care around, he noticed my call." She tilted her head towards Clay as she spoke. She glanced back over at Kat watching the Captain hang on her every motion, a pang of guilt washed over her until she caught his voice. It lit the fire in her as strong as before, the voiced echoed his fathers in her ears. She let her teeth grit together to keep herself from charging him right then and there.

She watched Clay waiting until he had made his way back towards the Captain and Kat. One of the men let out a sigh as the man walked away "It is a party and he act like we are in the middle of a fight. I am going to take a piss." Eve and Winters eyes met she flicked to fingers to the left as she headed right after the man who wasn't taking his job seriously, a smirk worked to her lips seeing the mans weapons at his post.

Eve followed the man, who thankful walked a decent distance from camp. She slipped her hand gently on to his shoulder, "Christ what is wrong with you..." He stop his sentence eyeing Eve up and down. "It dangerous for a lady such as yourself out in the night." The man said as he turned grabbing her right wrist "You could get hurt Miss." Eve laughed venom clear in her tone "You poor dull dim witted little man, have you any idea whom you have just tried to man handle? I will have your guts for garters" He lifted his lantern to look her more clearly, dropping it at his feet when he saw her dress. "PIR...." She clapped her hand over his mouth "You should have followed your damned orders." She buried her dagger into the mans throat running a slit from ear to ear letting him fall to the ground. She waited her body tense staying frozen as she heard the music stop. It only to a matter of moments before it picked up with a new song. She let out a jagged breath. Before she cleaned her dagger off on the mans shirt and made her way back over to where she had left Winters, who got back around the same time he did.

She glanced over at the other side, before she spoke to Winters "No trouble on your part then?"

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Captain Hugh Marlow

The moment lingered in the cool night air, and, honestly, Hugh wouldn't have minded if it lasted forever. It was just the two of them, and of that one moment he fell just a little bit more in love because this was his wife, his wife, a thought that made his chest swell with pride and affection.

But no moment can last forever, no matter how hard we pray, and it was shattered seconds later by the announcement of dinner. Everything was perfect, he realized as both he and Katarina took their seats and looked out at the prodigious amount of food spread out before them. Everyone had outdone themselves, each moment of day perfected to the last shellfish, the last goblet of wine shined to perfection. As he took a sip of wine, Hugh had to admit to himself that the island was nice or, at least, a wonderful option in comparison to the stuffy ball that his father would still probably insist they have when they reached port. For one, here at least he could be surrounded by those he actually liked, not the nobles, the aristocrats, and those other captains whose idea of leading their men involved too much delegation and indulgence on their parts, all of whom he merely endured. Here he had his men, as imperfectly perfect as they always were, and, of course, the apple of his eye was seated right next to him.

How long had they known each other? How many years had gone by since she'd transformed from just some pretty young thing attempting to flatter a stalwart captain to the delightful creature next to him who he'd devoted his life to? It had taken some time, he remembered with a slight smile, sampling something spread out before him- it was delicious(his chef was no cordon bleu, but he had the talent of cooking to the captain's tastes) but he hardly even noticed what it was- before that change had occurred. When they'd first met, she'd been so young, no different from the many other girls flouncing and flitting around the ball with a single-minded desire to either have fun with as many young men as possible or find prospective husbands. When Katarina had found her way over to him, insisting on a dance, he'd only assumed that she was part of the latter and it had taken her until almost the last dance to convince him to come out anyways. That had begun their association, their little relationship that slowly but surely transformed into something more. He'd been leery, so leery of anyone who tried to catch his eye, but his Katarina had managed to worm her way past his defenses and carve out her own little place in his heart before Hugh had even realized it was happening.

"PIRATES!"

Hugh jumped to his feet, blood running cold in his veins. Pirates? Here? Now? No, no this was- this was madness. His hand went to the sword by his side and, with some slight horror, he realized it was the ceremonial one Katarina had given him some days ago, insisting that it looked so much more dashing with his uniform than his old, weathered one that, despite lacking beauty, was sharp as you please and ten times as sturdy as anything he'd had before.

"Calm down!"[/green] The exclamation carried over the resulting chaos from the exclamation, Hugh's face serious and full of a calmness barely keeping back the boiling hatred that had begun in his heart. [color=green]"Men, get to your stations! Clay, to me! Someone fetch me my sword!" He may not have been the largest man who demanded attention by sheer physicality, nor was he the oldest man whose sheer age was one to be respected, but he was their captain, a man who demanded attention because he'd earned it. He continued barking orders until he felt soft flesh being pressed against his side, a small, terrified voice somehow making itself heard.

"I-" He froze before softening his voice and expression- Katarina was a lady, she was not prepared for this, "I am so sorry, my darling. I never thought that-"[/green] He stopped himself again because it was going to be fine. He'd never let anything hurt her, this would all be fine. He waved over a crewman, Jacobs, who, despite being an excellent fighter tended to avoid the chaotic situations during raids and attacks and was therefore expendable and worthy of this so delicate task.

[color=green]"Jacobs, I need you to take care of Katarina. Take her back to her tent and protect her with your life."
As the giant man waited, pulling his sword out as he went, Hugh turned to Katarina. "It will be fine, my love. Wait for me." And with that, Jacobs was guiding Katarina away and Hugh was turning back to the situation at hand. Already men were filing onto their ship, getting weapons to return to the island or going to their stations to prepare cannons or get ready for a hasty retreat if needed. But they, the British Naval force, had an advantage, Hugh was sure. They knew this island better than any pirate would, and it wasn't as if the pirates knew he was getting married. No, they'd be attacking near the shore hard and fast, and that, he was certain, they were prepared for.

The poor fool had no idea what was about to happen, but everyone is a fool when it comes to love.

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Before she could listen to Winters report her heart felt like it stop and exploded all at ones as a yell pierced the darkness.

"PIRATES!"

she grabbed her sword in her hand watching everyone scrabble like rats to get away. She saw Al across the way from her, "Get to the dove!" She yell hoping her voice would reach his ears, Kat was in bigger danger.

She came out into the opening bringing her blade across two guards throats; as she walked over to where Hugh was standing. She cut down a few more guards, she flicked the blood off her sword landing a few drops on Hugh.

"All you have to do is give up and come with me and no more of your crew will have to die it is really rather simple." A small smirk worked to her lips matching her venomous tone as she spoke. "How many more of your men will spill blood for you, or better yet how much do you love that pretty little doll that was on your arm, It would be a shame if anything was to happen to her now wouldn't it be. So tell me Captain to Captain what will it be."

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One moment Clay was silently sipping his drink from his post across the party from the captain. The next everything went wrong.

"PIRATES!!!"

Clay was on his feet before the captain and was, and charged to defend his captain. "Clay, Get to me!" He heard the voice, but was already en route. He shoved the frenzied crewmen aside as they got in his way. He cursed these simple cabin workers for their ignorance, and he cursed himself as well for taking position so far from his charge. Suddenly a sea of marines flooded over him, blocking his vision of the captain.

"Damn you you useless cretins, move the hell out of the way!" he growled into the crowd. These untrained and unprepared cockroaches were keeping him from his captain. He resolved to use force. He threw a punch knocking the ingrate in front of him to the dust, following with another to a different crewman. A few bruises were nothing compared to what he would do to them if the captain were hurt. He continued to hammer away through his crew, eventually finding his way out of the crowd. His hands shot to his holsters and drew on the scene.

The captain was held by the blade by some filthy woman pirate. One pistol was trained on her, and the other on the pirate scum holding Katarina at knife-point. His eyes shot lasers to his targets. The only reason he hadn't fired was because the captain would not like his fiance to be drained of blood.

"let the girl free, and your death will be short and painless." He commanded.

The five stood in the most exemplary stand-off he'd ever seen. In one corner stood the pirate man holding Katarina, next to him stood Marlow brandishing a sword, on his right stood the lady-pirate with her own blade, and the whole thing rounded off with Clay, holding a pistol to each pirate's head.

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Eve glanced over her shoulder at Clayton her brow arching slowly. "You see Sir," She tossed her sword to her left hand spinning the hilt in her hand in such a way to show she hadn't been using her dominant hand. She pulled a pistol from her belt aiming it back at the man behind her "This bullet ain't meant for you darlin' but it can find it's home in your skull as easily. Be a good little lamb." Her tone was as sweet as it was venomous. "Besides are you certain your aim is true, hate for you to kill you dear old cap wouldn't you?"

She finally noticed movement in the woods behind her, her face quickly turned on a look of fear. As she had hoped it had caused Clayton to make a quick glance over his shoulder. It was all the distraction she needed, just a moment. She spun on her heel tucking her gun back in her belt she cleared the distance between the two of them. She used the flat of her sword to smack the man's hand hard enough for him to drop his gun. "You wanna dance pretty boy we play by my terms." She kicked his gun away from him. "Best me with a blade and my men and I will leave with only his little doll in tow. If you lose well then I get everything I came here for." She mocked a bow as she brought her blade up taking a fencing stance. "Age before beauty."

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This accursed woman, playing dirty tricks just like a pirate would. He stared down the silver blade in her hand. His gun was several feet away lying in the grass, out of reach. He had three more on hand, but he wouldn't take the chance of the male pirate decapitating Katarina. He'd have to play by her rules for now, but he was without a saber.

" Age before beauty."

He held up a hand to slow her down. "Please, Let me hold a blade first." He whistled over a nearby soldier. "Relinquish your sabre soldier" The soldier nodded silently and handed the curved blade over. Clay turned back to the pirate, touching the tip of his blade to hers. They locked eyes for a moment before Clay lunged forward with murderous intent. This was not a battle he could lose.

She stopped him at every thrust, every slice, every single attack he sent would be deflected with ease. He was not one for sword-play. He hated it in fact, but he was trained in it nonetheless. She was much more skilled than he. He had to find a way to get her to drop her guard, she had to have some kind of weakness.