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Mathilda Locke

"I'm small now, but I'll be the biggest in ten years."

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a character in “The Seas of Docruth”, as played by harleygore


Her father ran a small shop, a fairly popular one in the district of the island they lived on, but small nonetheless. She would often, when she had nothing else to do, go and watch her father work on his jobs. Compasses, clocks, carts, guns, and her favorite, ships. Whenever he was called to touch up something on a boat, she tag along with him. She was always in awe at the grandness of them, how they towered over you and held so much. People lived on these things. They went across vast oceans, floating on top of sea monsters, fighting other pirates, carrying mass amounts of fortune. It was unreal to her. Her home life wasn't the most eventful. She explored and played pranks with her friends, and stuff like that, but the island was small, and things got repetitive. As soon as she was old enough, she packed her bags, her smarts, and joined the first pirate ship she could.
Mathilda is naive, so she doesn't realize how dangerous her motives can be. The largest part of it is to gain enough knowledge so she'll be able to build her own ship someday, and run her own crew. But for that, she'll need money, supplies, and a good, or dangerous, reputation. What better way to get these things other than becoming a pirate?
She's average height, around 5'6", but very wiry and bony. She is perpetually covered in dirt and grease, her skin looking ten shades darker than it is, which is already tan. She walks barefoot, and usually sports leather gloves and a pilot hat. All articles of clothing are, or were, white. Now they could pass for a light grey at best, a smudgy night sky most of the time. She has multiple scars and burn marks on her arms, and a couple on her legs. Her long blonde hair is matted and oily. She could wash it every day, but by the end of it, it always ends up the same. She has sharp amber eyes (though covered by goggles half the time) and dark eyebrows, and while those are quite mean features, a slight smile plays on her lips when she's alone, like she's hiding a secret. She probably doesn't know what it is, though.
Role on ship
  • Very handy
  • Has capable endurance and agility
  • Carries her toolbox at all times
  • Goggles and leather gloves
  • She's not a big weapon person
Tale of the seas
Mathilda rolled off the wooden floor, every bone cracking in her body as she stood and stretched. She took a big breath of the familiar scent, salty water and oil. She sat on her bed, one that she had always attempted to use, but angry sleepers don't get the privilege of sleeping in a bed. No, they get that whole wonderful falling off the bed onto the floor and being so used to it that it doesn't wake you up anymore, you just have mysterious bruises in the morning. Yes, her favorite feeling. She put on her hat, slid down her goggles, and slipped on her gloves. With her toolbox in her hand, it was another day of work.

The sky was bright and calm when she walked out, and the water gifted her a refreshing coolness as it sprayed from below. Her favorite kind of days, which was almost every day, happily for her. And to make it even better, everyone was getting ready for a battle. She watched everyone scramble for cannons and guns and swords, and though it filled her with excitement, it also pissed her off. She grabbed a crewmember rushing by, "Why didn't anybody wake me?" she asked, clearly offended.

"Well, I guess no one thought of it. You're not the most memorable fighter, Mathilda," was what he said to her, and off he went to his duties. Y'know, the ones of people who actually could fight. She crossed her arms in a stance of childish defiance, but was pushed out of the way by someone rushing to his station. She wanted to fight too! She was about to sludge over to grab a sword, when someone called her name. She turned, grateful for the attention, and lucky her, someone needed help. A cannon wasn't moving like it should've been, which was probably one of the simplest fixes in the world. A couple loose screws tightened and the thing was back in order. But when she stood, she was screamed at to move instead of given thanks, they had met the other ship. Mathilda's heart pounded, with fear this time, not adrenaline like it was before, and ran to hide from the oncoming cannon balls. She really wasn't the best fighter.
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So begins...

Mathilda Locke's Story


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"Now ya's didn't think ya'd get away with startin a brawl while I was below deck did 'ja." John said smoothly as he emerged half drunk from the cargo hold, brandishing his twin cutlasses. Three approached. He pointed both swords towards the deck until the monsters were within striking distance. the one on the left received a sword directly through what John had assumed to be an eye,
the one on the right, the same. And the one right in front of john, well, he took a stiff right hand in the jaw, which, didn't really seem to do much of anything. "Aye, fuckin eh." John muttered as he parry'd the third's first strike, quickly dodging to the left and cutting the creatures throat. " Murphy's Wharf there things are god damn ugly." he said as he turned his head towards the ship's wheel. "Jesus H! Mathilda!" He quickly made his way to her, cut the creature clean in two. Guts, blood, and whatever the hell else is in there coated her. He laid a sword next to her. "I suggest you learn how to use er there ms'."

It seemed their numbers were thinning. "One last push." he said quietly to himself, as he jumped back onto the deck, and ran into a fairly adept creature, thing must've been around 6'8", weighing almost 400 lbs. Damn sea, what else would it come up with. It swung, catching John in the side of his face, and opening it fairly severely. "You bastard." John swung for thr creatures head, but it was deflected to the right. John followed his blade, ducked the creatures second swing, and removed three of the claws of the things right hand, followed by a swift kick to the head. Whatever it was, it was a good fight. The creature swung again, this time John dodged, and went for the right leg of the bloody monster. A fair cut was made, and now, time to finish. Before John could even raise his sword, he caught another blow, to his chest. He managed to jump back enough that his heart wasn't going to get ripped out, but he still caught a good gash none the less. He laughed, feigned a swing towards the monsters abdomen, and put his sword right between the eyes. The thing stumbled back, and began to pull the sword out of its head. "Oh, fuck." John looked around, found a broken spindle, and hammered the blade right back into the creatures head, and just began pounding on it. The thing fell to the floor, as John continued his savage assault on the creatures head. He continued long after the thing was dead, beating it into nothing more than a pulp. He was seeing red. He and the rest of the crew were down to just a handful of monsters. He broke the spindle over one of the things face, and followed that up with a drop kick, ripped out its eyeballs, got up and kicked it off the bow of the ship. "THIS IS MY FUCKING DOMAIN!"


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Ryland watched as the man burst up onto the deck and began slashing at the creatures left, right and centre. To be perfectly honest, he didn't remember ever recruiting this guy, but right now he was sure glad he did. As the sword clattered to the ground beside him, he nodded in agreement.
"E's right. I say start fighting, or there might not be an awful lot of ship lef' for you tah fix!"
Though even as he spoke, he became aware of the fact that the battle was beginning to turn in their favour. It wouldn't be long now till they'd finished cleaning up all the stragglers, and restored a sense of order to the vessel.


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Ignored like always! What could the young man do about it? With a hearty chuckle he squished his feet back out on to the deck. Finding a young man shivering for his life in the corner, he tapped him by the shoulder shoving the extra weapons into his hand. “Come.Come. Now don’t be so scared we’ve been through worst!” he smiled at the sailor twirling his two guns in his hands.

They came like the endless waves that stroked their ship. With a crack from the gun one of the sea lubbers fell over not knowing what had hit him. After that another one fell, then another. Sure the crew was caught by surprise but they were the ones in control now. He whistled as the savage first mate cut through the monsters as if they were paper. He looked very enthusiastic about his job.

At least you know we won’t be starving for days,” he chuckled kicking over a sea monster. They did look a little bit like a fish. “Do you think they’re edible?” Jesper asked his partner who made a disgusted face. The monkey probably was not the right person to ask.

Captain are these thing edible?” he called as he placed a bullet through one of their heads while walking over to the captain who was speaking with their cute blonde mechanic.


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Gia was ducking and slicing her way around, picking up crew members who were wounded. She would take them over to a safe spot behind the ale racks and run off again. One of the mechanics-Mathilda was it?-was fighting also.
She jogged over to her, narrowly avoiding a claw to the face, and asked Mathilda
"Do ye' mind helping me with tha' wounded? I'll lend ye' a dagger,"
Before she knew it, one of those blasted creatures had tackled her. T'was on top of her, but she managed to kick her legs behind it and roll over. Two stabs in the throat were all it took to kill it. She stood again, tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, and made her way over to the young mechanic again.
"Ladies band together, correct?"