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Shadak Shademore:
Bdr... wow... made me laugh!

Khayrum:
Ok, sorry if its kinda crappy. Really new to this kind of stuff

"So you want to my story? Why not, I got time".

I was born in Nalm. Raised like any other poor kid there. Worked with my father when I was old enough to at least earn some coin. I left home at 17. Honestly, It was in pursuit of of the Elites daughters. I thought if I could make something of myself and get behind those walls, not as a laborer but as one of the Elites, she would marry me. What? You want her name? Honestly I have drunken myself to the point I barely remember anyone from that accursed place. But as you can see, I obviously did not make it behind those walls. So onward with the story, I found work at a Gun Smith. I always loved guns and learned everything I could being a lower class in Nalm. We have very few books, but there are always spare guns and parts for ships that come through. I worked until I had enough coin to buy my own ship. Well make is a more appropriate term. It was a junker but it got the job done. It took a few years but when I got I didn't know where to begin. 19 years old, my own ship I have no clue how to fly, and no knowledge of other places to go trade with. I looked around town, mainly the bars, and got help. I was an expert gunner but everything else to do on a ship I couldn't do. A few days after I got the crew together, The Gun Smith gave us our first assignment. A friend of his had acquired some Hades Light Cannons. Those would see big and we were tasked to pick them up. His friend was in Sarin and thankfully it was to far from Nalm. My first time away from home. It was so exciting I couldnt believe it. The first day and night on our voyage went smoothly, The food was good and the ale was strong. We though this was going to be an easy task and a great way to start our Merchant business. Boy, were we wrong. About noon the second day we were ambushed by pirates. The junker I built only had two side guns, and those I had to haggle from the Gun Smith I was helping. The did little damage to the pirates Pyramidions. They latched on, and killed the captain. The Pirates captain gave us an ultimatum, Join him or die. The other two crew members chose death, not wanting to destroy their honor. Myself I enjoyed life to much and joined the Pirates. Captain Roberts was his name. Honestly not a bad guy but after three years a militia from Nalm got us. I jumped ship and started walking through the desert. A merchant ship found me a few days later and offered me transport back to Nalm. Gratefully I accepted. Returning to my home, I went to the taverns. Turns out Captain Roberts wasn't the only person from the pirate crew that was known. A lot of people talked about a gunner on the crew who was an expert marksman. That gunner of course was me. So now Im doing mercenary work, found a merchant Galleon that needed a good gunner and thats how I ended up here in the Burning Skies Saloon. The Galleon captain pays good, but there is always someone who pays better. Oh, my outfit? You are wondering why I choose to wear this? Well its simple, Captain Roberts was Japanese. He required everyone to wear Samurai like outfits. It represented power and control. Something we had. But thats all in the past and the outfit kinda grew on me. So I just kept wearing it. Now that's my story, If there is anything else I can help you with I will be happy to help, for the right coin of course.

Hunter.:
Nice story, I enjoyed the narrative and the way that I could picture you sat there in front of me in a bar telling me your story =D

Dr Pantaleon:
Good evening to you too, my friend.
No, I don't mind. Please, have a seat. Can I offer you a glass of wine? No? Very well.
So what was makes you disturb that reading chap in the corner of the tavern? You don't seem like a captain looking for a crew and I know I don't seem like a jack looking for work, so was it the nobleman's garb or the book on cellular physiology? I do admit that neither of them is a very common sight down here.
Just want to know my story? That's fine, curiosity never killed anyone. Well, it actually has killed quite a few but that's beside the point. It's actually pretty much what brought me here, you see? “The pursuit of knowledge.” Has quite the ring to it when you say it that way, doesn't it?

I come from an old noble family in the Fjord Baronies. Don't bother asking for the name, you wouldn't know it. There are so many houses, every peasant in the Baronies can find some noble blood somewhere in his ancestry.
My house was one of the unlucky ones. One of those that used to be great and powerful  but made a few bad choices along the way. Nowadays all my family does is swagger through a crumbling castle, pretending that they're still as big as they used to be. Clinging to a dream world and trying to polish a facade that didn't fool any one.
I know I shouldn't complain. Life as a baron comes with a lot of amenities. I had a personal tutor, a fencing master, I even went to the College of Physiology at Ravenrook, but what use is it if you freeze to death because you can't afford the petroleum to keep the heaters running in winter?
I wish I could say that I tried to change things, I wish I'd tried to restore my family's former glory but I didn't. It's a great feeling, being part of a bloodline that stretches back until before the Great War, you know? And that history is all my house has left. If I had admitted that those centuries of adhering to tradition had ruined our house, I would have thrown all that away. So I ran with it.
My brother would inherit the lands and titles and I was to become a physician. I'm fairly glad that I was born second. Don't like politics, never did. Prefer to keep to myself.

Funny thing to say, right? A physician who doesn't like people, that's not a very reassuring thought, is it?
Don't get me wrong, medicine is a fascinating subject. I'm still reading books on it, as you can see. Again, it's the people who are the problem. Most of those doctors see their profession as an art form rather than a field of science. It's all just about making a diagnosis and administering the right cure. Nobody seems to care why an inflammation of the liver makes your skin turn yellow or why newts can regrow their limbs but humans can't. There is no curiosity involved what so ever, and when you try to find out yourself they expulse you.
Don't look at me like that! Nobody got injured. Well, depends on how you define “injured”.

So that's essentially why I left the Baronies. For the pursuit of knowledge. I try to find people who know more than I do and listen to what they have to say. And when I do my own research I don't have to wait for authorisation from some fusty committee.
I quit the university... three years ago? Feels like so much longer. You say I look older? Yes, I hear that a lot.
I'm no doctor, gods no. Don't actually want to be associated with that bunch, but I'm probably the closest you'll find in this city.

I get by rather well by patching up overly enthusiastic powder monkeys or riggers who fell from the ropes. And when nobody needs patching up, I patch up the ship.
I have by no means the same knowledge of engines as a trained mechanic or a shipwright, but a basic understanding of physics can get you quite far. You'd be surprised how many technicians I had to tell not to work on electrical devices with metal tools while the current is switched on- You know not to do that, right? Please tell me you do.

You really look like you could use a drink. Go ahead and try the wine. I can't understand the craze about that moonshine you lot keep drinking all the time. All it's good for is sanitising wounds and studying the mechanisms of blindness.
That's pretty much all there is to say about me. You look like quite the character yourself, so what's your story?




This is a great thread, and I finally had a reason to elaborate my character.

Hunter.:
Pantaleon, Your story put a huge smile on your face.. just the picture of a posh British gentlemen in a tavern sipping whine, surrounded by bulky, dirty engineers chugging moonshine as the gent reads his book and sips his wins, someone from the gallery! get on drawing this scene!

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