Re: Anyone running any online games?
Having some problems trying to attach things, so this is the best I could do for now.
Cael Lynch. 6 feet tall, dark hair, radiant blue eyes, sharp features, charismatic but very intimidating when he needs to be. History below.
Cael Lynch
Cael was born to a poor fishing family on the coast of (pseudo-Irish nation.) The sea was his life. Being out on the sea was Cael’s escape from the harsh reality of his life circumstances. Cael grew up with a strong sense of community and family, as that was the only way for the village to survive. Aside from the sea, Cael loved nothing more than gathering with friends and family in the local tavern, a cool, frothy mug of ale, a warm fire, the pulsing energy of music and dance, and a pretty girl nearby. Trouble, however, was not far around the corner. Though Cael didn’t care much for religion, Cael’s family and most of the village practiced (some old religion). When Cael was about 19 years old, the (local or foreign ruling gov.), under a surge of religious paranoia and fanaticism, decided to take radical steps. They called for a religious war against (the old religion), and burned Cael’s village, slaughtering most of the inhabitants, including Cael’s family. Cael was out swimming in his favorite cove at the time, out of earshot, and returned too late. Vowing revenge, Cael found out from the survivors who led the attack and tracked the man down to his manor. Under the cover of night, Cael slipped past the patrol and climbed the ivy growing over the wall. The man’s window was open, and Cael swung himself over the windowsill, the unmistakable reek of alcohol floating out of the window. The official had held a party celebrating the occasion. The official was passed out in a drunken stupor, propped up against the wall with his prostitute, his pale fat flesh oozing from behind his hastily undone shirt. It was a simple matter to drench him with the nearby lantern oil, and knock the table with the candles over. “His Excellency should have been more careful,” Cael seethed through his bitter smirk of vengeance. As Cael escaped in the ensuing chaos, the flittering flames of the distant manor shone through his postponed tears of grief like a red sunset reflecting off the sea.
Cael knew that there was nothing for him here anymore and that even though the authorities might think the fire an accident, the best thing for him to do was to leave. Eager to start a new life, Cael signed up as a marine with the (Royal Navy equivalent), on a naval expedition force to (the pseudo-Caribbean region). He excelled in this field, rising to Sergeant by the time he was 22. Things were just about as close to stable as he could hope, until his ship was ambushed by (pseudo-French/Spanish pirates.) Cael’s ship fought valiantly, but the pirates had numbers and the element of surprise. Cael’s ship was blown to pieces in a deadly symphony of shrapnel, cracking masts, and splintered planks. Though he was badly wounded by shrapnel, Cael managed to haul himself on a floating piece of debris before he passed out. The following morning, Cael found himself washed up on the shore of a nearby island, and managed to drag himself a few feet before passing out again from exhaustion and blood loss. Over the next few hours, he drifted in and out of consciousness, vaguely aware that he was being dragged away from the shore. Then came a strange, feverish dream with chanting and swirling images. When he awoke he was lying in a hut, with a witch doctor seated across from him. A group from the local tribe found him on the beach and brought him to the witch doctor, who saved his life with (voodoo-equivalent magic). Cael was so seriously injured that the intensity of the magic required to save him left a trace amount in him (his healing ability), which he was able to use with a little guidance from the witch doctor. As he recovered, Cael got to know the tribe, and over the next two years he eventually became accepted by the tribe. He even developed a passionate love interest with the witch doctor’s beautiful daughter Nyah (looks like Sheva Alomar,) and in the third year of his stay they were married. Five months later, Cael was off on a hunt when he heard gunshots. Lungs burning, he raced back to the village, desperately hoping that what he suspected wasn’t true. It was. A small group of missionaries that had landed on the island had gotten increasingly stubborn and insisted that the natives convert. When the tribe refused, the tension escalated into violence. The missionaries and their guards opened fire on the crowd, including Nyah and her father. As Cael cradled Nyah in his arms, Nyah gave him her necklace, and said that even in death, she would be with him. The missionaries were aboard their ship and sailing away before Cael and the warriors could retaliate.
Cael could not stand staying on the island with that painful memory, so he set off for the town of (wherever we start.) While there, he resided in the poorer district, helping people who couldn’t afford medical help with his healing, and using his formidable martial skills to protect them against criminals. For Cael, helping others soothes his own pain and gives him purpose. On the other hand, his deadliness and fearless nature make him a deadly man to cross. As a result, Cael has earned a reputation as a benevolent healer among his friends and a brutal warrior among his enemies. Cael is looking to create a new life for himself in this New World and the prospect of adventure, excitement and ample pay stirs the unquenchable swashbuckler spirit within him.
