o'malley, murtagh l., pirate

[Murtagh O'Malley]

`WINTER OVERTURE

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Age: Nineteen.
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`SEA OF LOVE

^{Hello there, the angel from my nightmare
The shadow in the background of the morgue
The unsuspecting victim of darkness in the valley
We can live like Jack and Sally if we want where you can always find me
And we'll have Halloween on Christmas and in the night we'll wish this never ends}

Name: Murtagh Lochlan O'Malley.
Alias(es): Murt (he hates this one), Locher (by his father only), Junior (by his old crew and sometimes his father), and Bloodloch (the pirate alias his father gave him). Murtagh plans to take his father's alias, St. Cadogan, when he gets older though, to continue on his father's great legacy.
Age&DOB: Eleven and January 2nd.
Title: Pirate.
Height: Four feet and ten inches tall.
Weight: About eighty pounds, if not smaller.
Hair Color: Brown.
Eye Color: Greenish-brown hazel.
Brief Physical Description: "What one word would describe a real pirate better than that o' 'dirty'? None. Easy as pie. I, Murtagh O'Malley, certainly live up t' that word. I'm covered in filfth, not that I can help it. I actually really like bathes, but it's just not easy gettin' them on a pirate ship and then in t' streets where I've now had t' resort t' live in. I could be a lot dirtier and I have been before, seein' as how t' sea washed me up quite well when t' Black Clover sunk. Besides from t' dirt though, I've got brown hair, which be o' course dirty and grime itself. Me hair be pretty long, goin' t' just above me shoulders with me bangs goin' past me eyes. I cut it with me dagger when it gets too long though, so t' length does vary quite a bit.

As for me eyes, I think they're like a green-brown hazel. It's sort o' hard t' describe them since I've never really seen them all that much. Me pale skin and hair aren't t' only dirty thin's though - me teeth be horrible. They hurt a lot too, but at least I don't have Scurvy at least. I eat a bunch o' fruits now that I steal and everythin'. Still, me teeth be not pleasant. Neither would yours if you were in me shoes, so get off your damned high horse. Anyway, what else? I'm about four feet and ten inches tall and I wager I weigh about eighty pounds at t' most. I'm quite scrawny, but that's normal for a pirate like me. As for me clothin', I wear t' same thin' day in and day out. Everythin' be cotton with t' shirt blue with a darker blue pattern, a dark brown vest, and lighter brown pants. Not only be they all cotton, but they're all rather tattered too."

`AT WIT'S END

Likes:
-His father, the famous St. Cadogan.
-Piracy.
-Stealing.
-Eating.
-The sea.
-Blades.
-Rum.
-Gold and other riches.
-Ships, especially The Black Clover.
-Bathing. Not that he gets it often.
-The colour blue. The sky too for that reason.
-Sunny days. Rain makes him miserable.
Dislikes:
-The navy.
-Naval officers.
-The gallows.
-Dying (he's terrified of it).
-Being alone.
-Being called 'Murt'.
-The fact that he never got to meet his brother.
-His father being dead.
-The fact that it's his fault.
-Going hungry.
-Having nightmares about the attack.
Strengths:
-Determined.
-Proud.
-Loyal (although that could be considered a weakness).
-Tough.
-Strong willed.
-Good survival instincts.
-Pretty good at handling weapons for being so young.
Weaknesses:
-Blames himself for his father's death and the loss of the Black Clover.
-Angry at himself and the navy.
-Feels hurt, lonely, and helpless being all by himself.
-Untrusting and ruthless.
-Arrogant and easily annoyed.
-Stubborn.
-Will do anything to survive (which is technically a strength for him).
Personality Description: "I'm not a perfect person by society's views, but they really don't matter t' me at all. I'll cover t' 'negative' traits first, because most o' them be some o' me best ones. I don't trust too easily. It makes sense, doesn't it? Pirates be known for bein' a bunch o' aftstabbers. I'd stab a bunch in t' aft too if I had t' chance, although only if I didn't know them or like them. I'm just too loyal t' those I like I guess. Anyway, I'm far from t' words 'nice' and 'polite'. I get easily annoyed by most people and I'm really angry, especially when it comes t' t' navy and t' officers. They've taken so much from me and they deserve t' fuckin' die for it. And aye, I'm rather crude too. I don't care if you've got a problem with it. I'm ruthless too. Kind o' obvious since me father was one o' t' most bloodthirsty pirates o' all time. It only makes sense for me t' have inherited his love o' t' kill and lack o' tolerance towards inferiority. Your typical pirate sneakiness be thar too o' course.

Now on t' more 'positive' notes. Besides from bein' loyal, I'm really determined. I'm goin' t' survive this and I'm goin' t' grow up and continue me father's legacy. I'll be t' next St. Cadogan. It's what me father would have wanted and I want it too. I won't fail me father's memory. I'm a proud person. How could I not be? me father be one o' t' greatest pirates o' all time! Comes pride, comes snobbiness and arrogance o' course. And wait - those aren't good thin's. Oh Ahoy! oh well. I'm a tough kid too. I can take a lot (or so I think) and I won't go down without a fight. I'm really strong-willed and stubborn too. I'd much rather avoid any sort o' pain altogether though. Due t' me untrustin' nature, I'm a really alert person. I'm almost always payin' attention t' me surroundin's, unless I'm bein' overwhelmed with some sort o' emotion like panic or anger, but you'd better just keep that t' yourself.

Lastly, I hate t' admit this, but maybe I'm not as tough as I make meself look. I act as if I don't care about anythin' and that I'm perfectly fine, but on t' inside, I'm anythin' but. I want me father aft. I don't want t' be alone anymore. I'm so lonely and hurt and I just feel so helpless. I'm only eleven years old - how can I survive in a world like this? I keep me game face on at all times, but deep down inside, I know t' truth. I'm lucky t' have gotten by this far. Who knows how long I can keep t' fight up? I just really, really want me father aft. Or t' be sent t' Davy Jones' locker just like him. With him."

`LUX AETERNA

Ethnicity: A hundred percent pure Irish.
Hometown: The sea, like any true pirate would answer.
Family: Cadogan O'Malley, otherwise known as St. Cadogan, is his father. Lochlan O'Malley was his older half brother, but he was killed before Murtagh was even born. As for his mother, her name was Cleena Quirk, but not only is she unimportant, but she's dead too.
Orientation: He's a bit too young for that, no?
Current Relationship: See the above answer.
Past Relationship(s): Ditto, ditto.
History: "Me life started in t' year 1703 when I was born t' t' great St. Cadogan and some whore I don't really give a care about. I don't know how father knew I was his child though, but it's true - I look just like him and like me older brother who went t' Davy Jones' locker before I was born. Aye, apparently I have one siblin' (unless father knocked up some more whores and just didn't give a crap about them). His name was Lochlan and he was sent t' Davy Jones' locker involuntarily four years before I was born when he was sixteen by naval officers. Hanged in t' gallows, he was. I was given his middle name by me father who was really torn up by me brother's death before and t' his last breath, he always called me 'Locher'. I wasn't just a replacement son though. Father and I were close, which pirates have t' ability t' be, thanks. T' be honest, I really do miss t' old man, but I'm gettin' a bit ahead here.

Let's aft up - me whore o' a mother gave birth t' me in Ireland in a place that be very much loved by pirates and a place I'd gone t' many times afterwards. I can't say anythin' about me life with her, except that I survived. I was too young t' remember her. I think I was about three years old when father's ship, t' Black Clover, docked at t' town. Not that I'd have known o' course. Like any self-respectin' pirate, t' crew headed for t' rum and whores. Me father recognized me mother as a wench he had before and then he set eyes upon me. From what I'm told, he could see himself and Lochlan in me even at that age. I looked just like them. Plus, me birth date went along hand in hand with when he had bought me mother's wares. He demanded o' me mother t' hand me over, but she refused. T' put it shortly, she's dead now and has been for quite a while. Nobody says no t' t' great St. Cadogan. Nobody.

After killin' me mother, me father and his crew left port soon after and went aft home t' t' sea. While I may not have been born sailin' on t' sea, I should have been. I was a natural. No sickness and as I grew older, I knew me way around quite well. I loved it. I still do. Me father taught me everythin' I need t' know, although our time together was cut too short. I've been taught how t' steal and how t' fight as well as any child can, but I haven't got full masterly o' t' cutlass or t' pistol quite yet, but I be learnin'. God, what I wouldn't do t' be aft on t' Black Clover. I missed all t' battles as me father didn't want me gettin' killed and so I was locked up and hidden away, but I always listened t' me father. He was t' captain and he knew exactly what he was doin'. Plus, I'll admit somebody as young as me wouldn't be all that helpful against enemies.

Speakin' o' enemies, up until recently, me life had been pretty good. I was free and t' long arm o' t' law hadn't caught me or me father yet, but that was goin' t' change. Late in t' night, I was woken up by what sounded like cannon fire. I don't know what happened precisely, but what I gathard was a naval ship attacked us. I didn't know what was happenin'. I was still groggy and surprised, so I went up and outside into t' battle. It was a massacre. Normally, it was t' Black Clover's crew doin' t' massacrin', but this time it was whoever t' attackers were that were winnin', probably since they surprised us. Before I knew what had happened, somebody had grabbed me and that's when I saw t' naval uniform as a pistol was shoved under me neck.

God, I hate this next part, but tell it I will. Father saw this happenin' and paused, lookin' rather horrified, as he plunged his cutlass into some officer's stomach. T' officer holdin' me (who turned out t' be t' Commodore) saw this and used it against me father. He yelled at me father t' cease attackin' or he'd kill me. M father did just as he was told. Most o' t' crew didn't listen though, but without me father leadin' them and with t' arrival o' more officers as aft-up, t' rest o' them fell smartly. T' officers also murdered me father (probably because they don't trust such a sly and bloodthirsty man). T' Commodore then hit me over t' head with what I guess was his pistol.

T' next thin' I know, I'm wakin' up on t' beach, wet as hell, caughin' up sea water and feelin' sore as hell, especially me head (which was also bleedin'). There were pieces o' wood washed up on t' shore too. I forced meself up and stumbled along as best as I could along t' beach, beginnin' t' panic as I turned over all t' pieces o' wood, lookin' t' affirm what I didn't want to. I came upon a particularly heavy piece o' wood and after a struggle turned it over. I swear me blood ran cold. Painted across it was 'ack Clove', just like me father's ship's name was written. T' Black Clover had sunk. Then t' memory o' t' battle and all t' crew bein' slaughtered before me eyes rushed aft to me. Worst yet, me own father. Those navy bastards sent me father to meet Davy Jones!

I picked up t' search, ignorin' t' wood and desperately lookin' for any other survivors, hopin' I'll find me father and it will all be some stupid thin' me mind tricked me with that we'd laugh about later. After I long ran out o' energy and finally had t' collapse onto t' sand, I realized that it wasn't so. Me father really was gone. Me father, t' entire crew, t' ship itself, it was all gone. I was t' only survivor. Great. Just great. I must have fallen asleep or somethin', because t' next thin' I knew I was groggily wakin' up again. I knew this time it wasn't some stupid dream though. I picked meself up and forced meself t' leave t' beach. Me father wouldn't want me t' just roll over and die. He'd want me t' fight for survival just like a real O'Malley.

After enough walkin', I came upon t' settlement. Hungry, I managed t' steal some food before explorin' t' place and then t' surroundin' areas. It wasn't like I was defenseless - I did have a dagger and a pistol still. Not many bullets, but enough t' kill somebody who messed with me. T' attack, me father's death, it wasn't long ago. Not at all. I don't think I'm copin' well, but I'm survivin' and that's all that matters. I steal what I need and stay away from people t' protect meself. This place be crawlin' with those bastard naval officers and bluebloods, so it would be stupid o' me t' wonder around in plain sight all t' time. After all, t' closet thin' t' a bath I've had in years was when t' Black Clover sunk."

RP Sample: I don't hafta do this. >D

This post has been edited by Jacques Broussard on Mar 17 2008, 05:15 AM

[Jacques Broussard]

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