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Richard Sincaid

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

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Name:
Richard Sincaid
Age:
29

Backstory:
Born to Deckard and Leslie Sincaid, an actor and a disgraced shipping heiress, Richard spent much of his youth traveling with his father's troupe. On the road, his mother would pass on her learnings, the maths and sciences that held the secrets of the world. In addition, she taught him the skills of a shipping magnate that she deemed less romantic, but more practical.

While young Richard would devour every scrap his mother taught him, it was performing where his passion truly showed. If the troupe wasn't traveling or performing then he was sure to be annoying someone into sharing their secrets. The tales of myth and legend, setting the ambiance, becoming a character, controlling the audience; he simply couldn't get enough of it.

As he grew older, Richard was gradually integrated into the shows; performing tricks to draw a crowd, playing the lesser characters and setting up props. Frustrated with what he considered roles that were beneath him, he started to distance himself from the troupe. At first it was simple street performances between shows. With time he became more confident, convinced that he no longer needed to the others, he set off his own.

He was not successful.

To make ends meet, he turned to fortune telling. He would set himself up in a tent with all the proper trappings of a diviner and all the tricks of a proper entertainer to sell the act. This netted him a small profit, which he would turn around to gamble with. Using sleight of hand he'd cheat his way to bigger profits before moving onto the next town.

Some rather powerful persons caught on to Richard's schemes and, feeling rather peevish at being cheated, put bounties out on him. After a few close calls, he spent a large chunk of the money he had stashed away on nautical charts and navigational equipment before selling himself as a navigator to every ship he could find.

Some years passed, Richard refining both his nautical skills and his “divination” all the while growing more and more weary of guiding merchant ships, but his bounties keeping him too wary of land to give up the sea.

Motives:
Redcap's call for adventure was just the sort of of excitement Richard was hoping for with the potential to live out the more adventurous tales of his youth and the chance of great wealth.

Appearance:
Moderately tall and while lean, it's the light build of an academic that forgets meals rather than someone who cares for their body. He possesses a pale complexion and red tinged hair that is kept short. His dresses as a gentlemen should, though his meticulousness has relaxed from his time at sea. However he is almost always wearing a coat with hidden pockets to conceal any of his gimmicks and tricks.

Role on ship:

Navigator, translator, and fortune teller.

Skills:
  • Sleight of hand and misdirection
  • Navigation, astronomy, meteorology, and some chemical/medicinal knowledge
  • Multilingual (I don't know what languages exist in Docruth; as such I'm boiling this down to three common languages and one obscure.)
  • Knowledge of various types of divination
Equipment:
  • A trunk full of navigational, meteorological, and some chemical equipment (I can go into more detail if needed, but it'd be a tedious list and I am neither an 18th century chemist or navigator).
  • Divination tools; A necklace with an uncut crystal, marked bones, rune stones, crystal ball, candles, tarot cards, and regular playing cards.
Tale of the seas:
The first light of dawn crept along the horizon. Isabella, hunched over a long cold cup of tea, observed their progress. Three silhouettes rose from the night's shadow, closer than they had been the night before. By night's fall they would over take her.

She took a sip, it was stale and over steeped, checked her guns, still strapped on with her sword. A moments hesitation before pouring herself a shot of fine whiskey. She already looked like hell, no sense in feeling like hell as well.

Anderson, the second mate, was still on watch when she came up. He'd been keeping an eye on their pursuers from the poop deck.


“All hands,” Isabella said to him. He nodded and proceeded to ring the ship's bell, calling everyone top side.

She waited towards the aft as the crew poured onto the main deck. Some she had known for years, others for less. The latter looked terrified, but the former were confident, they trusted her to see them through it all.

“Oi!” she bellowed, silencing them immediately. “This ship has fought the King's own ships, chased fierce beasts of the depths, and carried more gold than some countries will ever see! We were born fighting and each and every one of us will spit in Davy Jone's eye before we stop! Those ships comin' after us are damn well the same as us, 'cept for one thing. They're prissy lil' privateers that sold their freedom for the navy's scraps! Problem is, they're faster than we are and have us out gunned.”

A few chests in the crowd puffed up, more shoulders slumped. They knew what was coming.

“Not a one of us is walking away from this, but I'll be damned if they don't regret chasin' after us! Who the hell are they fucking with?”

“The Sirens' Brood!” they cheered.

“And there ain't a man alive that escapes a siren!”

Other:
Told ya

So begins...

Richard Sincaid's Story

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Its amazing how quickly the weather can turn on you when your out at sea. Just a few short hours ago, the sun was beating down, and the light was glistening off the great blue expanse of ocean all around. And yet now the sun has set, a dark shadow has crept across the wooden deck and the water moves more violently than before. The wind has grown stronger and an unearthing feeling has settled upon the ship. As the ship rocks slowly amongst the waves, the eerie silence is broken only by the rising howling of the wind. Its only been a few days since you left port, but already faith is already fading amongst the crew. Rylan stepped out of his cabin, and stared off into the distance...

"You there..." He spoke to a young deckhand, who was trying to make himself look busy. "Go fetch that navigator for me... Sincaid? I think that was it..."

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Richard sat at his desk with charts and journals strewn before him. He'd taken measurements earlier, before the storm set upon them. Now he'd have to remeasure if he was to chart their course properly. With the clouds out he wouldn't be able to determine the ship's position by star, but it hadn't been too long, the wind and a compass would give him enough for a guess.

Frustrated, he moved to the window, shooed away a spider and checked the instruments he had hung there. Telling when a storm was coming had been easy, but figuring out how long it would last was not. Sucking his teeth, he timed and dated the readings in his journal.

There was a knock at the door.

“Mr. Sincaid?” The deckhand called.

Richard's expression softened, an easy smile crossed his face, and his posture dropped as he answered it.

“What can I do for you?” His voice was low, but sweet with a cadence unbalanced just enough to be disorienting.

“Cap'n wants ta see ya.”

“Oh? Alright then. Thank you.”

After grabbing a few things from his desk, Richard headed top side, swaying with the ship's motion as walked. He could already guess at what Redcap wanted from him. He checked his compass, the wind's direction, and with a small anemometer, the wind's speed. Some quick mental calculation would let him give the captain some rough estimates.

He walked up next to Jesper, his coat whipping around him in the wind.

“Good evening, Captain! Fine night, ay?”

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Ryland nodded slowly and turned his gaze towards Jesper…

“Can you steer a ship m’ boy? Why don’t you go take the wheel for a bit? Lad up there must be getting a little nervous…”

His gaze turned once again to the horizon. He stared off in silence, until he heard Sincaid approach.

"This storm... How long do you reckon its gonna hold out? The ships fast, but she wasn't built to withstand much worse than this..."

This was true. 'The reaper' had been bought out of availability rather than quality. She was small and fast, great for getting as far from Darranport as possible after just a few days travel. But she was small, and not really built to withstand everything the open seas could throw at you. He doubted he'd be keeping her for long. Just until they happened upon an alternative...

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Placing his arms behind the back of his head, the boy stretched with a yawn walking with a bounce with each step over towards the deckhand just as the walking map crossed lucky charms man walked up behind him.The guy at the wheel was clearly nervous forehead splashed with rain, his eyes glazy but desperately shone out to assume sharpness.Taking one side of the wheel he exaggerated his hip motions and bumped the guy away causing him to stumble at the sudden motion of getting kicked off the wheel.

"Thanks mate I'll take it from here." The sailor went as one could say 'sailing'off. Although Jesper had said that he would take it from here, with both hands on the steering wheel he thought to himself 'it can't be that hard to steer a ship'. He steadied the wheel to keep it from spinning in all sorts of monstrous directions.

It was not hard to see why the mate had been so nervous about sailing. The waves grew larger and larger and one would think it was a whale trying to swallow the ship, especially a ship of this size. The wind was no better forcing the hands to burn as it attempted to push the steering wheel into oblivion.

"Catch a hussy and call her a man! I'm a natural at this Scratch. I knew those long days chatting up the ship handlers came in handy. Aaah-I remember-" the monkey raised it's tiny fuzzy arm out proceeding to slap the boy forced Jesper to shut his mouth with a childish grin. "Ye're highness I'll pay more attention now," he chuckled looking straight. There were many times where the young lad thought that he was a goner and this was probably one of those times,he was so used to it by now that it was like feeding Scratch bananas. Sure his heart beat like a horse hooves clattering against the cobblestone but his mind was at ease swallowing what would be a memory once they got past the storm.

"I should steer the ship instead of manning the guns! Haha,"he laughed to himself just as a mighty wave landed on the ship. "Blimey!" The boy lost his grip for a second. No man overboard yet at least.

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Richard turned the question slowly in his mind. There were many variables to account for, some he could only speculate about.

"The fates are fickle," he said, delaying.

How fast are the clouds moving relative to the boat? Are they travelling parralel or on a seperate vector? Would the wind change?

"They offer many paths..."

Would it be better to ride the storm out or wait it out? Could they ride it?

"If we keep our current heading, the storm could last a couple hours or a day. We could lash the sails and wait it out, but that would set our schedule back. Or we adjust our heading slightly, and try to get around the storm."

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Ryland nodded slowly. Part of him was keen to press onwards, straight into the storm... But no. His crew doubted that decision would sit well with the crew... And besides; Who would tell of his great voyage, if it ended with them at the bottom of the ocean after a few days travel?

"Aye... Change her heading. I doubt this ship will last very long in a storm like that... Change her heading and..."

He paused for a moment, and moved in a little bit closer

"And keep an eye out, eh? See if you can't find us a bigger ship"

And with that he turned on his heel, kicking up small water droplets as he walked across the soaked deck...
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He entered cautiously into the gloom, squinting in the darkness. He looked down at that injured and starving creature that lay in the cell before him...

"And so begs the question of what to do with you?"

He pulled up an old wooden stool, and sat for a moment in thought...

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Whilst the winds were strong, and the waves were heavy, the true threat had yet to reveal itself. The storm had pushed the ship off course, and into more unforgiving waters. Beneath the surface of the volatile waters, shapes began to dance and twirl and whirl in the chaos. The wind continued to howl, but brought with it hints of the demonic laughter coming from the deep. A single, pale, elegant hand reached slowly out of the water, and slammed its fierce, red claws into the side of the ship, pulling itself out from the waves. Behind it trailed a smooth and humanlike figure, followed by a mess of thick black scales that crafted themselves into some resulting tail shape. Its face was young and innocent, but its eyes glowed a wicked green in the inky darkness of the night, and its teeth filled grin excreted some horrific and terrifying implication of laughter. A second, a third and too many to count plunged out of the blue, and clung desperately to the side of the vessel. One by one they pulled themselves out of the water, and climbed upwards towards the deck at the promise of bloodshed and flesh....

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Well spank his arse and call him a monkey! Things were crawling out of the sea. Sadly, they weren't mermaids of a beauty but they were certainly something that would make a man gasp in strain. With what was going on, it was hard to see who was the boss that commanded this chaos, the smart one would probably be under the sea somewhere,underneath the ship perhaps.

"Bloody Hell! Grab my gun your highness!"the boy commanded,the furry creature wasted no time in slinging the gun from the boy's belt up to his hand. Then with the flick of his wrist, the metal snapped out of it's safety as he continued to steer the ship with one hand. Wherever they were going the sea mother's were certainly not pleased with them. He pointed his weapon.

Bang!

One of the creatures melted to the ground in front of him. He snatched at the first sailor he saw after that, with no weapon but a small knife, "oy mate. Don't go jumping the boat yet. Take the wheel and the gun. I'm gonna go fetch some toys for us all!" the man looked extremely frightened, his eyes were popping out and sweat dribbled down like rain intermingling into a storm on his own body and soul. Jesper sighed pushing his own gun on to the male, to be expected, they were all taken by surprise.

"Defend yourself well. May the albatross bless you a little~"Jesper said in a sing song voice before racing across the ship. He reached for his second gun that would have been strapped to the back strap of his belt.

He pointed the yellow fruit at the fish face pressing it against the upper skin of it's green lips. "Ahaha! Just kidding ugly," he laughed realizing his own predicament as a second ugly fish joined his mate that had a fruit pointed to his face, it rubbed it's sharpening claws together and the enthusiastic man's hostage showed off it's brilliantly dazzling teeth with the hel0p from the strike of lightning through the sky.

" I was seriously kidding about kidding!" he pressed against the peel of the banana and shot the white flesh into it's mouth, granting him a choking surprise. Jesper flung the yellow skin at the other one which was getting ready to dive him from the flank-while listening to Scratch's protest(it was supposed to be the last of his banana supplies). With a few seconds to spare he flung himself through the cabin halls racing downwards into the armory, but not before hearing a very casual voice-in spite of the situation.

The young brunette peered into the prisoners haul seeing the captain and the prisoner, an ex-mate. In a running motion he pointed towards the armory, gesturing to the mammal and the monkey squeaked in response. Scurrying down his body into the chambers in a second.

"Sir Magicman if you have time to be chatting up a storm with our pretty prisoner I suggest maybe you want to continue your discussion with her while you battle off the guests that seem to want to have dinner with us," his wet foot wear went squished against the wooden floorboards as he entered with a smile for the man with side burns. Jesper gave a brief nod of acknowledgement to Gia.

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Ryland didn't need to be told twice... In fact, he was insulted that this riffraff had the guts to tell him once, but he hadn't time to worry about that now. He reached into his pocket, and pulled out an old rusted set of keys, and skid them across the floor so they stopped just within Gia's reach...

"Watch that cheek of yours, Jespy boy... Its not so small a crew that we couldn't afford a few losses..."

He stared for a few moments, anger indented deep into his face, before it fell into a wide grin, and he begin to laugh. He grabbed his cutlass out of his sheath and made for the deck...

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The demon-like creatures continued to haul themselves out of the black ocean, snarling and screeching with hideous laughter as they went. One of the monstrosities was already tearing into the corpse of its fallen ally, and about half a dozen more dragged themselves around the deck, looking for their next victim...

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Aye Aye Missy. No need to get all pox faced. Just trying to lighten the mood’ere,” he held up his hands in front of him in a sarcastic taunt. The reasons why he chose the ladies on the land rather than the sea, some of them can get so heated over the smallest of words, although the ladies in general seemed pretty fiery when it came to words-making him revise his thoughts- why did they always pick on every single little thing? “Although you’re the one who called yourself a dog,-not me,”he chuckled lightly.

Watch that cheek of yours, Jespy boy…It’s not so small a crew that we couldn’t afford a few losses.” The captain said seriously before beginning to laugh.

Of course,” he gave an exaggerated bow. His water filled hat fell right down with a splosh. “But I do hate assisting in sending those ‘I’m so sorry for your loss boohoo' letters,” he swiped his hat off of the ground and proceeded outside the door way allowing Ryland to pass the door first.

The younger male eyed the cutlass the man unsheathed and tweaked his voice slightly higher humorously, “ Aaaw! Sir but what shall I do with all these other weapons that I’ve brought before your feet,” he said it as a joking statement rather than a question. His hands swept to the side at the empty space; although the space wasn’t empty for long as the squeak of a certain ball of fur had returned.

From its tail it dragged three light weighted swords and from its arms it dragged a bag of flint locked pistols. The brunette took up the two pistols allowing the monkey to climb aboard his arm once more while breathing quite heavily. “Aaah! What a good monkey!” he briefly stroked the animal’s nose as it sighed planting it's body on top of his shoulder.

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While Richard had been expecting some amount of trouble inherent to piracy, the normal things; fighting the navy, fighting other pirates, just fighting in general. Slimy fish people caught him by surprise.

He spun around in a panic, some of the crew were already trying to fight them off. Not being much of a brawler, he thought it best to get somewhere less terrifying. Quickly, he tried to get below deck only to be cut off by one of the beasts. He swung back, avoiding it's claws. His arm twisted and snapped back, dropping a small pouch into his hand from it's spot inside his sleeve. A flick of his finger caused his rings to spark and ignite the pouch in a bright flash, temporarily blinding the thing.

With what he thought was a fairly solid kick, he tried to knock the creature aside, but only barely managed to not get caught in its claws. He bounced back, and looked around again.

If he couldn't go down, then he'd have to go up. He danced through the fray, swinging up on to the ratlines and from there to the mast, where he plopped himself next to Jericho.

“Heya,” he panted. “Awful night, ay?”

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-Tossed a grin Richard's way as the man pulled himself up to higher ground. Great minds think alike, it seemed. At this point, Jericho held a dagger in his hand, which proved difficult as his hands were slowly numbing from the unforgiving cold that the storm brought.


"You could say such...Having too many close shaves today..."

-Just as Jericho said such, his eyes snapped downward as one of the razor-toothed creatures was scaling the mast, its claws tearing into the sturdy wood. It still had that demonic smile spread across its face...one which Jericho was aiming to wipe of. As the beast came into reach, Jericho lifted his legs, coaxing it up just a foot further, before thrusting his legs downward, both of his boots stomping into the creatures face before it hurtled to the dolid deck below. It planted with its head smacking first, and didn't stir too much more afterwards.


"So...Sinclair. What're the odds you have a plan for tossin' the bastards overboard?"

"...Or, are we just waitin' for death or miracles?"

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Ryland had expected trouble, but nothing quite like this. He stared deep into the demons unblinking eyes as they shone through the eerie darkness, and listened to the terrible grating of claw against wood, flesh and bone...
"Watch yourselves men!" he shouted, before clutching his cutlass in preparation of an attack. It took mere moments for one such devil to oblige, gripping hold of the side of the ship and launching itself towards the captain…

A turn and a duck, and the creature sailed right overhead. He smiled, but the victory was short lived, as the beast had already turned and was already scrambling back towards him. He jumped backwards, and swung his blade, opening the demons mouth just a little wider in the process. But through bloodied teeth it continued to grin, seemingly undeterred by the grisly wound that now sat upon its cheek. For a brief moment the two of them stood their, eyes staring straight into one another, before the fiend decided once more to make its assault. Ryland ducked, lifted his weapon and grimaced at the sick sound of flesh against steel.

He was just about to wipe his blade, when one of the creatures fell screaming on the deck beside him. He stared up, and through the rain he spotted two silhouettes aboard the mast.

“I hope ye ain’t planning to stay up there all bleedin night! Get your asses down ere, or once I’m done throwing these devils back into the sea, you’lst be joinin em!”

With that he grinned, and began chuckling away to himself. This is what he’d been missing. And Ryland Redcap wasn’t gonna end his voyage here!

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"Aww, Cap'n! The show was just gettin' good!"

Jericho called down as the rest of the crew was forming on deck, even Madman John. The numbers were shaping up a bit nicer from the vantage point Jericho had on the mast, not to mention it was a hell of a spectacle to behold. Still, Jericho sighed with a breath of acceptance as he turned a look over to Sincaid.


"Damn with freezing my bits off up here. If the bastards mean to brawl, we've got the muscle."

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"And I'm not letting Redcap ration off my drink."


Taking hold of a few tying lines, Jericho began his descent down from the mast, and towards the horde below. It wasn't the smartest choice of the night. In fact, the monsters were pretty intent to meet him halfway. Once again, a beast was ripping into the wood and clawing its way up. Just as it extended its razours hands, Jericho dropped. Releasing the rope, the rigger fell towards the monster from halfmast and knocked it loose.

Both bodies began hurtling down, the end result being Jericho smashing the creature under his heels against the solid deck with a sickening stomp. Jericho's legs buckled from under him as he hit the ground, but the monster suffered a worse fate; its head caving in under heel with a sickening noise and a comical squirt of...whatever these things are made of. Mostly blood, it looked. Stained from the knees down from the splatter, Jericho pulled himself back to his feet, glancing about with a grin.

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“Have fun, handsome,” Richard cheerfully called after Jericho.

Alone, his expression soured. “Lords below, who makes their navigator fight?” He whinged, as he ran through his coat's many pockets. Half his stock was soaked through from the rain, and a good chunk of what was left was useless in the rain. He mixed the contents of three waterproofed pouches; copper dust, powdered pine resin, and dragon's breath. Splitting the mixture equally back into the bags, he stuck a slow fuse in two before tyeing them and kept the third in easy reach.

Marginally satisfied, he made his way back down the way he came, the rain causing him to nearly lose his grip several times before catching himself. One of the beasties climbed up the ratlines towards him, so he swung over the side brought his feet around and kicked it through a gap in the lines, causing it to tumble back into the sea. He let go of the ropes and dropped delicately to the deck only to slip on the wet boards, landing on his arse.

Another of the creatures was already hauling tail towards him. Richard rolled back onto his feet, at the same time, plucking a punk from his cuff and lighting it with his flint rings. He readied a handful of powder from his pocket. Bouncing on the balls of his feet, he waited for the mer-thing to get closer.

When it was an arms reach away, Richard sprung forward, dipping between its outreached arms and blew the powder over the lit punk. A green flame erupted in the beast's face. Unfortunately, Richard had not taken momentum into consideration and the beast, now blind and gasping for air, rammed into him, pulling both of them to the deck in a tangle of limbs.

Pinning him to the floor, the thing tore at him with claws, it was all he could do to keep it from gouging him. He tried to headbutt it, but only managed to gash his forehead on its teeth.

“A little help, please?” he cried out.