RavenStorm
Ruthlessness is a mercy apon one self.
- Joined
- May 27, 2013
Figured before it's gets too big I should make a place for everyone to post their bios in one place for anyone to look at
Thread: The Lucky Bastard
Name: Brendan Finnely
Alias: Raven Storm, Lucky
Age: 21
Quirk: spontaneous luck
Look: messy short red hair with blue green eyes, a trimmed beard on his face, he is about average height but a muscular lean body from swords training and working the ship. He wears a black hat with a clover on it along with a green frop coat with black buttons, black work pants and boots. The only item he took from home is a family heirloom sword called " Gorm Glas" that has a blue green hue to the blade and green jewel at the tip.
Personalty: growing up he was always laid back and relaxed partly used to luck getting him out of trouble and having a way with words that made him popular to the public. However since England took his home land and putting himself in exile he has a chip on his shoulder to fight a battle against a force he know one man can't win so has grown a vendetta against any English trade or citizens that support the crown though he could never agree with the brutality of his past crew so set to be a sailor to help those abused or enslaved by those in power hoping to inspire rebellion to lands under the kings rule.
Bio: he was the youngest son of the Finnely line a clan that ruled the south area of Ireland for a long time. Legends say that they have unnatural luck that helped them out since an ancestor saved a fea years ago. Though hard to say there been moments where there army got a sudden turn in fortune in battle or they would find a good harvest and good metal mines in their land to help trade though it happened infrequently enough that people weren't sure to believe it or not and no one would be bold enough to ask them such a thing. Over years news of Englands claim in might slowly rose making things tense for the gealic neighbors. One day Irish navy docked at thier ports with guns pointed telling them to be under their rule or die. A tense debate happened as some wanted to die as Irish men while others wanted to avoid what would be a hopeless slaughter. In the end the head of the clans submitted and Brendan disagreeing ran away with his family's sword angry with the decision. His friends and him decided join the nearest privateer ship under new names to fight the empire in their own way.
Thread: The Lucky Bastard
Name: Brendan Finnely
Alias: Raven Storm, Lucky
Age: 21
Quirk: spontaneous luck
Look: messy short red hair with blue green eyes, a trimmed beard on his face, he is about average height but a muscular lean body from swords training and working the ship. He wears a black hat with a clover on it along with a green frop coat with black buttons, black work pants and boots. The only item he took from home is a family heirloom sword called " Gorm Glas" that has a blue green hue to the blade and green jewel at the tip.
Personalty: growing up he was always laid back and relaxed partly used to luck getting him out of trouble and having a way with words that made him popular to the public. However since England took his home land and putting himself in exile he has a chip on his shoulder to fight a battle against a force he know one man can't win so has grown a vendetta against any English trade or citizens that support the crown though he could never agree with the brutality of his past crew so set to be a sailor to help those abused or enslaved by those in power hoping to inspire rebellion to lands under the kings rule.
Bio: he was the youngest son of the Finnely line a clan that ruled the south area of Ireland for a long time. Legends say that they have unnatural luck that helped them out since an ancestor saved a fea years ago. Though hard to say there been moments where there army got a sudden turn in fortune in battle or they would find a good harvest and good metal mines in their land to help trade though it happened infrequently enough that people weren't sure to believe it or not and no one would be bold enough to ask them such a thing. Over years news of Englands claim in might slowly rose making things tense for the gealic neighbors. One day Irish navy docked at thier ports with guns pointed telling them to be under their rule or die. A tense debate happened as some wanted to die as Irish men while others wanted to avoid what would be a hopeless slaughter. In the end the head of the clans submitted and Brendan disagreeing ran away with his family's sword angry with the decision. His friends and him decided join the nearest privateer ship under new names to fight the empire in their own way.