Calypso Caliban
Committed
Calypso "Mother Fucking" Caliban
Roleplay posts: 62 
Age: 34
Appearance: There is no other way to describe Calypso Caliban than man. For starters, his shoulders are broad. Massively broad. The man might be as wide as two of a smaller man, if not, he would only be a few inches under that. On top of that, he is made of muscles. Good solid, working man muscle, not the kind you see on vain bodybuilders but the kind that is so built up and solidly packed that he might look a bit heavy wearing normal clothes.
Normal clothes aren't normally on the menu. The man enjoys dressing to show off, which means a lot of light silk shirts. Which he rarely buttons up, showing off a thick forest of chest hair over the previously mentioned muscle. A pair of comfortable shorts show that the hair is a whole-body affair and that he most certainly did not skip leg day. Nor did he seem to skip any visible part of him while tanning since his skin is tanned perfectly bronze.
Of course, the man’s facial features lived up to the rest of him. Cal’s hair? Amazing, so thick it looked like you could break a comb in it, jet black, and cut short and styled perfectly. It matched his full beard, which is well-groomed and oiled flawlessly. His jawline is hidden under the beard but there can be no doubt that it is square and perfectly chiselled. High cheekbones gave him a smile that could win over the most hardened heart, yet a low brow added just a touch of menace.
The closest thing to a flaw is his nose, which is just a bit crooked. Looking as though it had been broken and reset less than perfectly sometime in the past. Yet, behind it was a pair of almost electric azure-coloured orbs that somehow made even that slight flaw just add to his rugged charms.
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Equipment: Calypso has his cutlass and some rum, not a whole lot else.
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Skills and Abilities: Calypso is quite a talented individual. Naturally, his career as a pirate gives him all the skills of a sailor. He knows how to tie knots, read the wind, navigate by the stars, swim, and run a ship.
But beyond that, he is a bit of an explorer and a rogue. He is good at sleight of hand, navigating jungles and other wild environments, climbing various surfaces, sneak about unseen, tracking, and many other useful survival tactics.
Finally, on top of all that, he is, or was, an extremely potent Weather Mage. Since passing through the mists he has found most of his quick and dirty magic to be far too taxing to actually perform. However, the more involved ritual magic he uses to change the weather still seems to work. Though these rituals take, at bare minimum, an hour to perform. The bigger the change he is trying to create the longer it takes and it certainly doesn't have much practical application in combat. But he has his fists and sword for that.
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Biography: Calypso's past is vague and uncertain, mostly because he would never give a straight answer to such a question. He was the captain of a Pirate ship, The Free Ship Mistrunner. However, that was lost in the mists and he was set adrift.
His personality is eccentric, to put it mildly. He is indolent, amorous, gregarious, and self-assured. He moves to the beat of his own drum and acts as though everything that happens is part of some grand plan or design he's put into place. People tend to find him either endearingly odd or infuriatingly annoying, largely depending on their tolerance for a man who does whatever he wants whenever the mood strikes him.
Allegiances: Himself
Place of Residence: Undeclared
Registered: Jun 2, 2021 11:16:49 GMT -5
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Post by Calypso Caliban on Jun 4, 2021 12:36:16 GMT -5
As he'd approached the blur on the horizon it resolved rapidly into more than just some island. He could see coastline stretching North and South. By sheer coincidence, he'd found himself coming towards land between a passage between two sizable landmasses. To the North, he saw mountains and to the South what looked like more forested land. Neither seemed more appealing than the other at present and if the passageway leads to some kind of in land-sea, he could get a better idea of where he might want to make landfall.
Slipping through his suspicions are confirmed and it becomes clear that it is quite the sizable landmass he was now dealing with. An island resting in the middle of it catches his eye and he angles towards its Western Shoreline. Being central to everything had a great deal of appeal to the former pirate king. He could make landfall, look for other people, see what was going on and also be able to travel to pretty much anywhere else in this strange land.
As he approaches the shore he scans the waters with a spyglass, looking for the telltale signs of reefs, shoals, or rocks that might inadvertently have him running aground. He doesn't find anything like that but he does spot a smaller rowboat adrift in the sea looking like it is just about ready to capsize. Angling his ship towards the rowboat he lowers the sail letting momentum carry the yacht within shout distance of the row boat at a slow enough speed not to swamp it with his wake.
"Ahoy!"
Calypso calls out toward the boat spotting someone sitting within it.
"You look like ya could use some help iffin I am not mistaken!"
There was a rope with a buoy for rescues on the ship and he was already preparing to toss it their way, just in case the rowboat wasn't in a fit state to be rowed over to his ship.
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Saela Elannore
Established
Indebted to the local lecher
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: 23
Appearance: Saela is an elf with a dark brownish red wavy hair that has two large cowlicks and the rest combed back barely extending past the nape of her neck. Her eyes are a sapphire blue that sparkle in the twilight and torchlight.
She stands a head smaller than the average person, with an overall skinny silhouette. Despite that she is somewhat curvaceous, despite her looks not being her main priority. She does at least like to keep herself presentable.
Saela wears a white dress shirt that is has green stripes flowing down and a green collar. Over that she wears a black linen vest and a red tie. Her legs are covered in black tailored dress pants. She also wears pointed black leather dress shoes.
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Equipment: She carries a large leather bag over her shoulders with two sets of clothes, a more casual
two-part green dress with the top having black floral patterns and the bottom being just black. The dress extends down to her knees. The other set are comfortable cotton bottom and top that she wears for pajamas. She also carries a set of sandals and boots in the bag separated by a rough linen bag to keep the other clothes neat.
In a second compartment of the bag lies Saela's treasure, her favorite novel. If she had known that she was going to end up here, she would have brought another few books.
The novel is called "Mysteries of the Man made from Fire" and it is a fictional tale of a wanderer in her world that was born from fire. His being flame incarnate. The protagonist in that book was this mysterious man that was extremely reliable and witty, often winning the hearts of ladies he came across. Nonetheless, quite a trope heavy and cheesy novel that was fit for a young adult audience, although some sections of the book pushed that with the immense flirting.
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Skills and Abilities: Saela Elannore is not the most skillful, and she has really no magic. However, what she does have is an accurate memory and the love for books. It has always been her dream to be a librarian that is surrounded by books and other novels.
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Biography: Saela came from a rich family in her homeland, often trying to hold herself to that etiquette that she was taught from an early age. She is a major bookworm and will often not drop a book once she starts reading, often lost in her own world.
Allegiances: Books
Registered: Apr 29, 2021 22:09:20 GMT -5
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Post by Saela Elannore on Jun 4, 2021 14:35:24 GMT -5
Saela reared her head towards the larger vessel. She heard the person on the ship call 'ahoy' and asked if she needed help. She clearly needed help and called out as loud as she could with her soft voice, "That would be very kind stranger!"
Saela took her oar and slowly positioned herself closer to yacht. She was dressed in a soaked white dress shirt with green stripes, a black linen vest with red tie. Her black dress pants also clung soaked to her body. She pushed and pulled the oar, fighting with the water as her rowboat began to turn away from the ship, against her best intentions and efforts. She was clearly new to the ship thing, and she was missing an oar.
"USELESS!" Saela cried as she chucked the oar into the water, only to have it plop up again with a small splash of water. She sat and waited watching the owner of the yacht grab some sort of rope. Saela moved to the bow of the ship and began paddling with her arms. It wasn't much, but she founded it easier than the oar, granted a bit slower than the oar as well.
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Calypso Caliban
Committed
Calypso "Mother Fucking" Caliban
Roleplay posts: 62
Age: 34
Appearance: There is no other way to describe Calypso Caliban than man. For starters, his shoulders are broad. Massively broad. The man might be as wide as two of a smaller man, if not, he would only be a few inches under that. On top of that, he is made of muscles. Good solid, working man muscle, not the kind you see on vain bodybuilders but the kind that is so built up and solidly packed that he might look a bit heavy wearing normal clothes.
Normal clothes aren't normally on the menu. The man enjoys dressing to show off, which means a lot of light silk shirts. Which he rarely buttons up, showing off a thick forest of chest hair over the previously mentioned muscle. A pair of comfortable shorts show that the hair is a whole-body affair and that he most certainly did not skip leg day. Nor did he seem to skip any visible part of him while tanning since his skin is tanned perfectly bronze.
Of course, the man’s facial features lived up to the rest of him. Cal’s hair? Amazing, so thick it looked like you could break a comb in it, jet black, and cut short and styled perfectly. It matched his full beard, which is well-groomed and oiled flawlessly. His jawline is hidden under the beard but there can be no doubt that it is square and perfectly chiselled. High cheekbones gave him a smile that could win over the most hardened heart, yet a low brow added just a touch of menace.
The closest thing to a flaw is his nose, which is just a bit crooked. Looking as though it had been broken and reset less than perfectly sometime in the past. Yet, behind it was a pair of almost electric azure-coloured orbs that somehow made even that slight flaw just add to his rugged charms.
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Equipment: Calypso has his cutlass and some rum, not a whole lot else.
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Skills and Abilities: Calypso is quite a talented individual. Naturally, his career as a pirate gives him all the skills of a sailor. He knows how to tie knots, read the wind, navigate by the stars, swim, and run a ship.
But beyond that, he is a bit of an explorer and a rogue. He is good at sleight of hand, navigating jungles and other wild environments, climbing various surfaces, sneak about unseen, tracking, and many other useful survival tactics.
Finally, on top of all that, he is, or was, an extremely potent Weather Mage. Since passing through the mists he has found most of his quick and dirty magic to be far too taxing to actually perform. However, the more involved ritual magic he uses to change the weather still seems to work. Though these rituals take, at bare minimum, an hour to perform. The bigger the change he is trying to create the longer it takes and it certainly doesn't have much practical application in combat. But he has his fists and sword for that.
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Biography: Calypso's past is vague and uncertain, mostly because he would never give a straight answer to such a question. He was the captain of a Pirate ship, The Free Ship Mistrunner. However, that was lost in the mists and he was set adrift.
His personality is eccentric, to put it mildly. He is indolent, amorous, gregarious, and self-assured. He moves to the beat of his own drum and acts as though everything that happens is part of some grand plan or design he's put into place. People tend to find him either endearingly odd or infuriatingly annoying, largely depending on their tolerance for a man who does whatever he wants whenever the mood strikes him.
Allegiances: Himself
Place of Residence: Undeclared
Registered: Jun 2, 2021 11:16:49 GMT -5
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Post by Calypso Caliban on Jun 4, 2021 22:10:54 GMT -5
By the time she responded he'd drifted a bit forward though his momentum was slowly coming to a crawl. Still, he could hear the voice of the lass and that made him grin. Perhaps whichever god of the sea he'd pissed off to get himself into this mess must have forgiven him.
Tossing the buoy it sails throw the air with practiced precision. This was not the first, and likely not the last, time he'd had to drag someone out of the waters. It lands just a few feet in front of her with a splash and she would be able to quite easily reach it with just a bit of effort the big man calling out.
"If you want to keep yourself in that little dingy Birdie!"
Calypso calls out.
"Then I recommend grabbing that and bracing your legs against the side of it while I reel you in."
The man would wait for her to grab it and situate herself however she liked before he would start hauling her in. Powerful arms making the act of dragging her and her boat child's play his pulls slow and smooth so she didn't have to struggle to keep her arms wrapped around the buoy.
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Saela Elannore
Established
Indebted to the local lecher
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: 23
Appearance: Saela is an elf with a dark brownish red wavy hair that has two large cowlicks and the rest combed back barely extending past the nape of her neck. Her eyes are a sapphire blue that sparkle in the twilight and torchlight.
She stands a head smaller than the average person, with an overall skinny silhouette. Despite that she is somewhat curvaceous, despite her looks not being her main priority. She does at least like to keep herself presentable.
Saela wears a white dress shirt that is has green stripes flowing down and a green collar. Over that she wears a black linen vest and a red tie. Her legs are covered in black tailored dress pants. She also wears pointed black leather dress shoes.
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Equipment: She carries a large leather bag over her shoulders with two sets of clothes, a more casual
two-part green dress with the top having black floral patterns and the bottom being just black. The dress extends down to her knees. The other set are comfortable cotton bottom and top that she wears for pajamas. She also carries a set of sandals and boots in the bag separated by a rough linen bag to keep the other clothes neat.
In a second compartment of the bag lies Saela's treasure, her favorite novel. If she had known that she was going to end up here, she would have brought another few books.
The novel is called "Mysteries of the Man made from Fire" and it is a fictional tale of a wanderer in her world that was born from fire. His being flame incarnate. The protagonist in that book was this mysterious man that was extremely reliable and witty, often winning the hearts of ladies he came across. Nonetheless, quite a trope heavy and cheesy novel that was fit for a young adult audience, although some sections of the book pushed that with the immense flirting.
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Skills and Abilities: Saela Elannore is not the most skillful, and she has really no magic. However, what she does have is an accurate memory and the love for books. It has always been her dream to be a librarian that is surrounded by books and other novels.
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Biography: Saela came from a rich family in her homeland, often trying to hold herself to that etiquette that she was taught from an early age. She is a major bookworm and will often not drop a book once she starts reading, often lost in her own world.
Allegiances: Books
Registered: Apr 29, 2021 22:09:20 GMT -5
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Post by Saela Elannore on Jun 6, 2021 11:44:22 GMT -5
Saela did as the man told and braced her legs against the side of the boat, after she had reached for the rope and nearly tipped over the boat while doing so. With her other, hand she quickly swiped her bag onto her chest, so that perhaps the little weight in that bag would help her brace herself. Once satisfied with how she placed the bag, she gripped tightly onto the rough rope with both of her delicate hands.
The haul was slow, but Saela found that it made the ride smoother than any of her attempts to row the boat, of which she was thankful for. Saela called out with her fluffy voice, "You're very strong mister! Do you know where we are or if my father sent you?"
She wasn't sure what to make of the lay of the land, but it certainly wasn't the lake she had taken the row boat in. Part of her suspected that she was spirited away, and of course that rabbit hole trailed into self-inserted storylines of her arrival in a magical world and how perfect it was, and how she fell in love with a ravenously handsome man, much like the one described in the novel in her bag. Those tempting day dreams soon disappeared after a she had neared the yacht, things weren't perfect. They weren't what she wanted, she wanted to be the hero of her own novel, not surviving in the wilderness with strangers. Saela bit her lip and decided on her next course of actions after she arrived on the kind man's ship.
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Calypso Caliban
Committed
Calypso "Mother Fucking" Caliban
Roleplay posts: 62
Age: 34
Appearance: There is no other way to describe Calypso Caliban than man. For starters, his shoulders are broad. Massively broad. The man might be as wide as two of a smaller man, if not, he would only be a few inches under that. On top of that, he is made of muscles. Good solid, working man muscle, not the kind you see on vain bodybuilders but the kind that is so built up and solidly packed that he might look a bit heavy wearing normal clothes.
Normal clothes aren't normally on the menu. The man enjoys dressing to show off, which means a lot of light silk shirts. Which he rarely buttons up, showing off a thick forest of chest hair over the previously mentioned muscle. A pair of comfortable shorts show that the hair is a whole-body affair and that he most certainly did not skip leg day. Nor did he seem to skip any visible part of him while tanning since his skin is tanned perfectly bronze.
Of course, the man’s facial features lived up to the rest of him. Cal’s hair? Amazing, so thick it looked like you could break a comb in it, jet black, and cut short and styled perfectly. It matched his full beard, which is well-groomed and oiled flawlessly. His jawline is hidden under the beard but there can be no doubt that it is square and perfectly chiselled. High cheekbones gave him a smile that could win over the most hardened heart, yet a low brow added just a touch of menace.
The closest thing to a flaw is his nose, which is just a bit crooked. Looking as though it had been broken and reset less than perfectly sometime in the past. Yet, behind it was a pair of almost electric azure-coloured orbs that somehow made even that slight flaw just add to his rugged charms.
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Equipment: Calypso has his cutlass and some rum, not a whole lot else.
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Skills and Abilities: Calypso is quite a talented individual. Naturally, his career as a pirate gives him all the skills of a sailor. He knows how to tie knots, read the wind, navigate by the stars, swim, and run a ship.
But beyond that, he is a bit of an explorer and a rogue. He is good at sleight of hand, navigating jungles and other wild environments, climbing various surfaces, sneak about unseen, tracking, and many other useful survival tactics.
Finally, on top of all that, he is, or was, an extremely potent Weather Mage. Since passing through the mists he has found most of his quick and dirty magic to be far too taxing to actually perform. However, the more involved ritual magic he uses to change the weather still seems to work. Though these rituals take, at bare minimum, an hour to perform. The bigger the change he is trying to create the longer it takes and it certainly doesn't have much practical application in combat. But he has his fists and sword for that.
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Biography: Calypso's past is vague and uncertain, mostly because he would never give a straight answer to such a question. He was the captain of a Pirate ship, The Free Ship Mistrunner. However, that was lost in the mists and he was set adrift.
His personality is eccentric, to put it mildly. He is indolent, amorous, gregarious, and self-assured. He moves to the beat of his own drum and acts as though everything that happens is part of some grand plan or design he's put into place. People tend to find him either endearingly odd or infuriatingly annoying, largely depending on their tolerance for a man who does whatever he wants whenever the mood strikes him.
Allegiances: Himself
Place of Residence: Undeclared
Registered: Jun 2, 2021 11:16:49 GMT -5
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Post by Calypso Caliban on Jun 6, 2021 11:58:16 GMT -5
It doesn't take long to reel her in, bringing her to the side of the boat where he'd already dropped some rigging for her to scale. In theory, he could have hauled her right out of the boat and up the side but that was a pointless risk. After all, there was an equal chance he'd just yank the rope and buoy out of her hands if she wasn't strong enough to support her own weight. Which meant that letting her scale the netted rigging was a far safer option for the lass.
"Flattery will get you everywhere with me birdie."
Cal says as he leans over the railing to watch her ascent. The man's eyes are half-lidded, his azure-coloured orbs taking in her figure from a distance. A languid, easy smile dominating his features complimenting the slow easy roll of his deep bassy voice quite well.
"But I am afraid to say I have no idea where we are and I certainly don't know your father. To my great misfortune, I was swallowed by some mist some time ago and this is the first sight of dry land I've seen since then. Still, my misfortune seems to be your fortune since it means you got to be saved by Calypso Caliban. I can't imagine how lucky you must feel."
There is just a hint of amusement curling the edges of his words and that lazy smile. Just enough for her to wonder if he was joking but he could just as easily have meant every word.
"That would be me by the way, Calypso Caliban. Scoundrel, swindler, Pirate King, explorer, and a variety of other titles both selected by myself and given to me by my enemies. I really should compile them into a list."
Once she was close enough for him to offer her a hand he would.
"You can of course, just call me Cal though. Or that Fucker, that one always amuses me."
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Saela Elannore
Established
Indebted to the local lecher
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: 23
Appearance: Saela is an elf with a dark brownish red wavy hair that has two large cowlicks and the rest combed back barely extending past the nape of her neck. Her eyes are a sapphire blue that sparkle in the twilight and torchlight.
She stands a head smaller than the average person, with an overall skinny silhouette. Despite that she is somewhat curvaceous, despite her looks not being her main priority. She does at least like to keep herself presentable.
Saela wears a white dress shirt that is has green stripes flowing down and a green collar. Over that she wears a black linen vest and a red tie. Her legs are covered in black tailored dress pants. She also wears pointed black leather dress shoes.
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Equipment: She carries a large leather bag over her shoulders with two sets of clothes, a more casual
two-part green dress with the top having black floral patterns and the bottom being just black. The dress extends down to her knees. The other set are comfortable cotton bottom and top that she wears for pajamas. She also carries a set of sandals and boots in the bag separated by a rough linen bag to keep the other clothes neat.
In a second compartment of the bag lies Saela's treasure, her favorite novel. If she had known that she was going to end up here, she would have brought another few books.
The novel is called "Mysteries of the Man made from Fire" and it is a fictional tale of a wanderer in her world that was born from fire. His being flame incarnate. The protagonist in that book was this mysterious man that was extremely reliable and witty, often winning the hearts of ladies he came across. Nonetheless, quite a trope heavy and cheesy novel that was fit for a young adult audience, although some sections of the book pushed that with the immense flirting.
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Skills and Abilities: Saela Elannore is not the most skillful, and she has really no magic. However, what she does have is an accurate memory and the love for books. It has always been her dream to be a librarian that is surrounded by books and other novels.
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Biography: Saela came from a rich family in her homeland, often trying to hold herself to that etiquette that she was taught from an early age. She is a major bookworm and will often not drop a book once she starts reading, often lost in her own world.
Allegiances: Books
Registered: Apr 29, 2021 22:09:20 GMT -5
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Post by Saela Elannore on Jun 6, 2021 12:31:44 GMT -5
Saela slung her bag over her shoulder and reached for the netting, her small rowboat tipping over as soon as both hands clutched to the ropes. Her body flung against the side and she found her footing soon after.
Saela eyed the stranger as she began climbing the rigging set out by the man. His words concerning 'flattery' somehow delightful and playful to her ears and worrying. His well-toned body and muscled appearance easy to her eyes, which made any of her worries quickly washed away. His overconfidence was amusing at least. She climbed up slowly nearly reaching the top, listening to all his titles, his honestly possessing a rogue-ish charm to it and only tickled her ever flighty fantasies.
She reached for his hand and smirked when the man called himself 'Fucker.' Without hesitance she said, "I bet all the ladies liked you, especially given that name."
She looked back at her wet clothes and pulled her bag from her back and said, "If you wouldn't mind, Cal, I will be changing into something dryer. I presume you a room on this yacht that would do?"
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Calypso Caliban
Committed
Calypso "Mother Fucking" Caliban
Roleplay posts: 62
Age: 34
Appearance: There is no other way to describe Calypso Caliban than man. For starters, his shoulders are broad. Massively broad. The man might be as wide as two of a smaller man, if not, he would only be a few inches under that. On top of that, he is made of muscles. Good solid, working man muscle, not the kind you see on vain bodybuilders but the kind that is so built up and solidly packed that he might look a bit heavy wearing normal clothes.
Normal clothes aren't normally on the menu. The man enjoys dressing to show off, which means a lot of light silk shirts. Which he rarely buttons up, showing off a thick forest of chest hair over the previously mentioned muscle. A pair of comfortable shorts show that the hair is a whole-body affair and that he most certainly did not skip leg day. Nor did he seem to skip any visible part of him while tanning since his skin is tanned perfectly bronze.
Of course, the man’s facial features lived up to the rest of him. Cal’s hair? Amazing, so thick it looked like you could break a comb in it, jet black, and cut short and styled perfectly. It matched his full beard, which is well-groomed and oiled flawlessly. His jawline is hidden under the beard but there can be no doubt that it is square and perfectly chiselled. High cheekbones gave him a smile that could win over the most hardened heart, yet a low brow added just a touch of menace.
The closest thing to a flaw is his nose, which is just a bit crooked. Looking as though it had been broken and reset less than perfectly sometime in the past. Yet, behind it was a pair of almost electric azure-coloured orbs that somehow made even that slight flaw just add to his rugged charms.
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Equipment: Calypso has his cutlass and some rum, not a whole lot else.
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Skills and Abilities: Calypso is quite a talented individual. Naturally, his career as a pirate gives him all the skills of a sailor. He knows how to tie knots, read the wind, navigate by the stars, swim, and run a ship.
But beyond that, he is a bit of an explorer and a rogue. He is good at sleight of hand, navigating jungles and other wild environments, climbing various surfaces, sneak about unseen, tracking, and many other useful survival tactics.
Finally, on top of all that, he is, or was, an extremely potent Weather Mage. Since passing through the mists he has found most of his quick and dirty magic to be far too taxing to actually perform. However, the more involved ritual magic he uses to change the weather still seems to work. Though these rituals take, at bare minimum, an hour to perform. The bigger the change he is trying to create the longer it takes and it certainly doesn't have much practical application in combat. But he has his fists and sword for that.
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Biography: Calypso's past is vague and uncertain, mostly because he would never give a straight answer to such a question. He was the captain of a Pirate ship, The Free Ship Mistrunner. However, that was lost in the mists and he was set adrift.
His personality is eccentric, to put it mildly. He is indolent, amorous, gregarious, and self-assured. He moves to the beat of his own drum and acts as though everything that happens is part of some grand plan or design he's put into place. People tend to find him either endearingly odd or infuriatingly annoying, largely depending on their tolerance for a man who does whatever he wants whenever the mood strikes him.
Allegiances: Himself
Place of Residence: Undeclared
Registered: Jun 2, 2021 11:16:49 GMT -5
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Post by Calypso Caliban on Jun 6, 2021 12:48:03 GMT -5
"Barely a minute aboard ship and you are already talking about getting naked and my reputation with the ladies?"
Cal says, a self-satisfied grin spreading across his features. The indolent confidence it possessed put it firmly into the realm of the old expression, the grin of a cat who had gotten the canary and the cream. With an easy wave of his hand, he gestures towards a half door just below the quarter. The small schooner didn't have a very complex layout and below deck she'd find the living quarters, which included the galley, the captain's quarters, the head, crew quarters and the storeroom. The ship was really only sized for about six people total so she wouldn't really need any help figuring it out.
"Seems my fortunes really have turned, rescuing such a pretty and eager elven lass."
The man flashes her a flirtatious grin but then he chuckles.
"Apologies, I wouldn't normally be so crass but subtly takes a back seat when a man has been alone at sea for an ungodly amount of time. Don't worry though, I won't peak unless you want me to."
Giving her a wink he saunters away raising the sail again and then heading to the ship's wheel, catching the wind and cutting the prow of the ship so they would skirt along the shoreline instead of continuing directly towards it. He really did have to find a good place to weigh anchor and take the launch to shore.
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Saela Elannore
Established
Indebted to the local lecher
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: 23
Appearance: Saela is an elf with a dark brownish red wavy hair that has two large cowlicks and the rest combed back barely extending past the nape of her neck. Her eyes are a sapphire blue that sparkle in the twilight and torchlight.
She stands a head smaller than the average person, with an overall skinny silhouette. Despite that she is somewhat curvaceous, despite her looks not being her main priority. She does at least like to keep herself presentable.
Saela wears a white dress shirt that is has green stripes flowing down and a green collar. Over that she wears a black linen vest and a red tie. Her legs are covered in black tailored dress pants. She also wears pointed black leather dress shoes.
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Equipment: She carries a large leather bag over her shoulders with two sets of clothes, a more casual
two-part green dress with the top having black floral patterns and the bottom being just black. The dress extends down to her knees. The other set are comfortable cotton bottom and top that she wears for pajamas. She also carries a set of sandals and boots in the bag separated by a rough linen bag to keep the other clothes neat.
In a second compartment of the bag lies Saela's treasure, her favorite novel. If she had known that she was going to end up here, she would have brought another few books.
The novel is called "Mysteries of the Man made from Fire" and it is a fictional tale of a wanderer in her world that was born from fire. His being flame incarnate. The protagonist in that book was this mysterious man that was extremely reliable and witty, often winning the hearts of ladies he came across. Nonetheless, quite a trope heavy and cheesy novel that was fit for a young adult audience, although some sections of the book pushed that with the immense flirting.
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Skills and Abilities: Saela Elannore is not the most skillful, and she has really no magic. However, what she does have is an accurate memory and the love for books. It has always been her dream to be a librarian that is surrounded by books and other novels.
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Biography: Saela came from a rich family in her homeland, often trying to hold herself to that etiquette that she was taught from an early age. She is a major bookworm and will often not drop a book once she starts reading, often lost in her own world.
Allegiances: Books
Registered: Apr 29, 2021 22:09:20 GMT -5
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Post by Saela Elannore on Jun 6, 2021 13:07:20 GMT -5
Saela was flustered, although she did her best to hide it. The most obvious tell being how her elvish ears seemed to blush red. She calmed herself gave him a sarcastic look, before saying, "I don't care how suave you are, peak and I hit you with the binding of my book."
She smiled after saying that and said afterwards, "Thank you for rescuing me."
Saela would take her leave through the half door. She would go to the first crew quarters she found and begin stripping herself of the wet clothing. She laid them out to dry and grabbed the two part dress that she kept folded in her bag. She would gather other undergarments and begin dressing herself in them, afterwards she would put on the loose crop top of the dress and the bottom last.
Saela would then leave her things in the crew quarters and walk back to where she left Cal. She still had some pride over her figure and briefly wanted to show it off. Her green dress flowed down to her sandaled feet, reaching below her ankles. Her dress overlapped and flowed loosely up to her waist, where a black cord belt kept it to her slight hour-glass shape. A portion of her stomach was visible from under the crop top and its diamond-tipped point. It hung loosely from her bosom and was free in any breeze or wind. The green top held black floral patterns that emphasized the curvature of her body. Saela held a hardcover book in one her hands, keeping it out of view low and behind her rear.
Saela walked up to Cal and poked his shoulder, "Do your eyes approve?"
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Calypso Caliban
Committed
Calypso "Mother Fucking" Caliban
Roleplay posts: 62
Age: 34
Appearance: There is no other way to describe Calypso Caliban than man. For starters, his shoulders are broad. Massively broad. The man might be as wide as two of a smaller man, if not, he would only be a few inches under that. On top of that, he is made of muscles. Good solid, working man muscle, not the kind you see on vain bodybuilders but the kind that is so built up and solidly packed that he might look a bit heavy wearing normal clothes.
Normal clothes aren't normally on the menu. The man enjoys dressing to show off, which means a lot of light silk shirts. Which he rarely buttons up, showing off a thick forest of chest hair over the previously mentioned muscle. A pair of comfortable shorts show that the hair is a whole-body affair and that he most certainly did not skip leg day. Nor did he seem to skip any visible part of him while tanning since his skin is tanned perfectly bronze.
Of course, the man’s facial features lived up to the rest of him. Cal’s hair? Amazing, so thick it looked like you could break a comb in it, jet black, and cut short and styled perfectly. It matched his full beard, which is well-groomed and oiled flawlessly. His jawline is hidden under the beard but there can be no doubt that it is square and perfectly chiselled. High cheekbones gave him a smile that could win over the most hardened heart, yet a low brow added just a touch of menace.
The closest thing to a flaw is his nose, which is just a bit crooked. Looking as though it had been broken and reset less than perfectly sometime in the past. Yet, behind it was a pair of almost electric azure-coloured orbs that somehow made even that slight flaw just add to his rugged charms.
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Equipment: Calypso has his cutlass and some rum, not a whole lot else.
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Skills and Abilities: Calypso is quite a talented individual. Naturally, his career as a pirate gives him all the skills of a sailor. He knows how to tie knots, read the wind, navigate by the stars, swim, and run a ship.
But beyond that, he is a bit of an explorer and a rogue. He is good at sleight of hand, navigating jungles and other wild environments, climbing various surfaces, sneak about unseen, tracking, and many other useful survival tactics.
Finally, on top of all that, he is, or was, an extremely potent Weather Mage. Since passing through the mists he has found most of his quick and dirty magic to be far too taxing to actually perform. However, the more involved ritual magic he uses to change the weather still seems to work. Though these rituals take, at bare minimum, an hour to perform. The bigger the change he is trying to create the longer it takes and it certainly doesn't have much practical application in combat. But he has his fists and sword for that.
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Biography: Calypso's past is vague and uncertain, mostly because he would never give a straight answer to such a question. He was the captain of a Pirate ship, The Free Ship Mistrunner. However, that was lost in the mists and he was set adrift.
His personality is eccentric, to put it mildly. He is indolent, amorous, gregarious, and self-assured. He moves to the beat of his own drum and acts as though everything that happens is part of some grand plan or design he's put into place. People tend to find him either endearingly odd or infuriatingly annoying, largely depending on their tolerance for a man who does whatever he wants whenever the mood strikes him.
Allegiances: Himself
Place of Residence: Undeclared
Registered: Jun 2, 2021 11:16:49 GMT -5
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Post by Calypso Caliban on Jun 6, 2021 13:28:12 GMT -5
"Perish the thought birdie, I'll be a perfect gentleman I assure you."
Cal drolls out with lazy self-satisfaction that made it impossible to tell if he was being sincere or not. For the moment, it seemed he was because she didn't hear anything to suggest he'd followed her below deck. Indeed, she'd find him behind the ship's wheel the man holding course steady as they skirt the shore. There was a brace he could use to keep the wheel on course when he had other tasks to perform but at present, finding a good place to come to shore was important. Indeed, he was fairly certain he'd just spotted a lagoon which would be perfect. He could shelter the yacht within it.
Turning at the poke in his shoulder he turns to face her and makes zero effort to hide the way his eyes drifted up and down her shapely figure, which she was now dressing to flaunt. Which he appreciated, his own style of dress very much did the same. With loose fitted silk shirt that was buttoned to show off his masculine chest, but tucked into his pants to keep it from flapping in the wind. Drawing his eyes back up to her face he grins at her.
"You clean up well birdie, my eyes approve for certain. Which is only fair I suppose, don't think I haven't seen the way you look at me."
Had he caught her looking? Or was the man just bluffing? Perhaps a bit of both.
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Saela Elannore
Established
Indebted to the local lecher
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: 23
Appearance: Saela is an elf with a dark brownish red wavy hair that has two large cowlicks and the rest combed back barely extending past the nape of her neck. Her eyes are a sapphire blue that sparkle in the twilight and torchlight.
She stands a head smaller than the average person, with an overall skinny silhouette. Despite that she is somewhat curvaceous, despite her looks not being her main priority. She does at least like to keep herself presentable.
Saela wears a white dress shirt that is has green stripes flowing down and a green collar. Over that she wears a black linen vest and a red tie. Her legs are covered in black tailored dress pants. She also wears pointed black leather dress shoes.
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Equipment: She carries a large leather bag over her shoulders with two sets of clothes, a more casual
two-part green dress with the top having black floral patterns and the bottom being just black. The dress extends down to her knees. The other set are comfortable cotton bottom and top that she wears for pajamas. She also carries a set of sandals and boots in the bag separated by a rough linen bag to keep the other clothes neat.
In a second compartment of the bag lies Saela's treasure, her favorite novel. If she had known that she was going to end up here, she would have brought another few books.
The novel is called "Mysteries of the Man made from Fire" and it is a fictional tale of a wanderer in her world that was born from fire. His being flame incarnate. The protagonist in that book was this mysterious man that was extremely reliable and witty, often winning the hearts of ladies he came across. Nonetheless, quite a trope heavy and cheesy novel that was fit for a young adult audience, although some sections of the book pushed that with the immense flirting.
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Skills and Abilities: Saela Elannore is not the most skillful, and she has really no magic. However, what she does have is an accurate memory and the love for books. It has always been her dream to be a librarian that is surrounded by books and other novels.
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Biography: Saela came from a rich family in her homeland, often trying to hold herself to that etiquette that she was taught from an early age. She is a major bookworm and will often not drop a book once she starts reading, often lost in her own world.
Allegiances: Books
Registered: Apr 29, 2021 22:09:20 GMT -5
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Post by Saela Elannore on Jun 6, 2021 14:15:38 GMT -5
Saela eyed him playfully and walked around him to his other side. She spoke, "You can call me Saela and I haven't been looking at you in any way."
She teased him, "I can tell a lecher when I see one, I've seen how you look at my figure. Your rogue-like charms only work so well. I do hope you weren't solely relying on them."
That being said, Saela contradicted herself and gazed at his broad shoulders. He was a fine man, though in her mind he was too open. She enjoyed more of a cat and mouse game of flirtation. Saela, opened her novel, and read some of the words to herself, as if she was reading some kind of guide. Cal might read its title as she opened it. The book was named Mysteries of the Man made from Fire. The way she firmly held it, quickly showed how much she favored the book. Its contents, if he chose to read over her shoulder, were open to a page where this 'man' was flirting with a waitress at a local tavern. It was likely the cheesiest thing Cal could have read.
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Calypso Caliban
Committed
Calypso "Mother Fucking" Caliban
Roleplay posts: 62
Age: 34
Appearance: There is no other way to describe Calypso Caliban than man. For starters, his shoulders are broad. Massively broad. The man might be as wide as two of a smaller man, if not, he would only be a few inches under that. On top of that, he is made of muscles. Good solid, working man muscle, not the kind you see on vain bodybuilders but the kind that is so built up and solidly packed that he might look a bit heavy wearing normal clothes.
Normal clothes aren't normally on the menu. The man enjoys dressing to show off, which means a lot of light silk shirts. Which he rarely buttons up, showing off a thick forest of chest hair over the previously mentioned muscle. A pair of comfortable shorts show that the hair is a whole-body affair and that he most certainly did not skip leg day. Nor did he seem to skip any visible part of him while tanning since his skin is tanned perfectly bronze.
Of course, the man’s facial features lived up to the rest of him. Cal’s hair? Amazing, so thick it looked like you could break a comb in it, jet black, and cut short and styled perfectly. It matched his full beard, which is well-groomed and oiled flawlessly. His jawline is hidden under the beard but there can be no doubt that it is square and perfectly chiselled. High cheekbones gave him a smile that could win over the most hardened heart, yet a low brow added just a touch of menace.
The closest thing to a flaw is his nose, which is just a bit crooked. Looking as though it had been broken and reset less than perfectly sometime in the past. Yet, behind it was a pair of almost electric azure-coloured orbs that somehow made even that slight flaw just add to his rugged charms.
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Equipment: Calypso has his cutlass and some rum, not a whole lot else.
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Skills and Abilities: Calypso is quite a talented individual. Naturally, his career as a pirate gives him all the skills of a sailor. He knows how to tie knots, read the wind, navigate by the stars, swim, and run a ship.
But beyond that, he is a bit of an explorer and a rogue. He is good at sleight of hand, navigating jungles and other wild environments, climbing various surfaces, sneak about unseen, tracking, and many other useful survival tactics.
Finally, on top of all that, he is, or was, an extremely potent Weather Mage. Since passing through the mists he has found most of his quick and dirty magic to be far too taxing to actually perform. However, the more involved ritual magic he uses to change the weather still seems to work. Though these rituals take, at bare minimum, an hour to perform. The bigger the change he is trying to create the longer it takes and it certainly doesn't have much practical application in combat. But he has his fists and sword for that.
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Biography: Calypso's past is vague and uncertain, mostly because he would never give a straight answer to such a question. He was the captain of a Pirate ship, The Free Ship Mistrunner. However, that was lost in the mists and he was set adrift.
His personality is eccentric, to put it mildly. He is indolent, amorous, gregarious, and self-assured. He moves to the beat of his own drum and acts as though everything that happens is part of some grand plan or design he's put into place. People tend to find him either endearingly odd or infuriatingly annoying, largely depending on their tolerance for a man who does whatever he wants whenever the mood strikes him.
Allegiances: Himself
Place of Residence: Undeclared
Registered: Jun 2, 2021 11:16:49 GMT -5
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Post by Calypso Caliban on Jun 6, 2021 14:32:54 GMT -5
"Oh now, I'll keep that in mind Saela."
The man says with a playful smile in no way put off by her informing him that his roguish charms had their limits. Mostly because he would have begged to disagree, he was nothing if not self-assured in his charms. Especially when she actually failed to sell him on her lack of looking at said charms with where her eyes strayed afterward.
"Though you are right, I shouldn't be so foolish as to rely only upon my charm and good looks to woo such an evidently well-read woman."
The title of the book had caught his eye and had some of the words on the page. Where the main character was flirting nearly as shamelessly as Cal presently was.
"I'd not be so presumptuous as to remind the lady that I just saved her life. After all, I am not the sort to go demanding payment for a good deed."
Not when he couldn't even act like he wouldn't have saved her no matter what she looked like. He'd been starving for any kind of company, having it be a pretty lass was just good fortune for him. After all, easy on the eyes, easy company as the saying went.
"I could try bribery though." He muses as he cuts the sail to quarter mast and catches enough wind to send them drifting into the lagoon. "With such luxuries as a hot meal, access to my bookshelf, and a comfortable bed since staying on my yacht is not technically a guarantee now that I can safely get you ashore."
The man's focus is on the channel into the lagoon, it was fortunate the tide was still high enough for them to get through.
"But I won't do that either. I am not so callous to deny a young lady hospitality in what seems to be a rather foreign land for all concern. However, I am quite the lecher as you pointed out. Especially when I've been alone for the sea knows how long. So you'll forgive me if I indulge in flirting with a pretty young bird such as yourself Saela."
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Saela Elannore
Established
Indebted to the local lecher
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: 23
Appearance: Saela is an elf with a dark brownish red wavy hair that has two large cowlicks and the rest combed back barely extending past the nape of her neck. Her eyes are a sapphire blue that sparkle in the twilight and torchlight.
She stands a head smaller than the average person, with an overall skinny silhouette. Despite that she is somewhat curvaceous, despite her looks not being her main priority. She does at least like to keep herself presentable.
Saela wears a white dress shirt that is has green stripes flowing down and a green collar. Over that she wears a black linen vest and a red tie. Her legs are covered in black tailored dress pants. She also wears pointed black leather dress shoes.
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Equipment: She carries a large leather bag over her shoulders with two sets of clothes, a more casual
two-part green dress with the top having black floral patterns and the bottom being just black. The dress extends down to her knees. The other set are comfortable cotton bottom and top that she wears for pajamas. She also carries a set of sandals and boots in the bag separated by a rough linen bag to keep the other clothes neat.
In a second compartment of the bag lies Saela's treasure, her favorite novel. If she had known that she was going to end up here, she would have brought another few books.
The novel is called "Mysteries of the Man made from Fire" and it is a fictional tale of a wanderer in her world that was born from fire. His being flame incarnate. The protagonist in that book was this mysterious man that was extremely reliable and witty, often winning the hearts of ladies he came across. Nonetheless, quite a trope heavy and cheesy novel that was fit for a young adult audience, although some sections of the book pushed that with the immense flirting.
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Skills and Abilities: Saela Elannore is not the most skillful, and she has really no magic. However, what she does have is an accurate memory and the love for books. It has always been her dream to be a librarian that is surrounded by books and other novels.
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Biography: Saela came from a rich family in her homeland, often trying to hold herself to that etiquette that she was taught from an early age. She is a major bookworm and will often not drop a book once she starts reading, often lost in her own world.
Allegiances: Books
Registered: Apr 29, 2021 22:09:20 GMT -5
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Post by Saela Elannore on Jun 6, 2021 17:01:31 GMT -5
Saela cracked a cheeky grin when Cal said 'well-read woman.' Saela closed the book and looked him in the eye. She was thinking of the response when he commented about not being the the sort to demand payment. She smirked and with a teasing tone spoke, "Weren't you the one who called yourself a pirate? I wouldn't expect anything else or is that title just strew-"
She stopped when he mentioned the bookshelf. Her eyes dilated a bit, perhaps the news of more books took her by surprise. Judging by her response, anyone could easily see that it was written on her face that she desperately wanted to see those books. She began waving her hand, as if it was a fan cooling her face and said with a more embarrassed tone, "Books?"
Saela blushed a bit when he called her a pretty young bird. Her thoughts of this man felt jumbled, perhaps too mixed for her liking. She took a few steps back, both behind her back holding the book by its binding and low against her body. She paused and said, "If that's the case I'll trouble you no further and fine that bookcase you mentioned."
She eagerly turned away and began to walk back to the door, in the hope to search for those books.
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Calypso Caliban
Committed
Calypso "Mother Fucking" Caliban
Roleplay posts: 62
Age: 34
Appearance: There is no other way to describe Calypso Caliban than man. For starters, his shoulders are broad. Massively broad. The man might be as wide as two of a smaller man, if not, he would only be a few inches under that. On top of that, he is made of muscles. Good solid, working man muscle, not the kind you see on vain bodybuilders but the kind that is so built up and solidly packed that he might look a bit heavy wearing normal clothes.
Normal clothes aren't normally on the menu. The man enjoys dressing to show off, which means a lot of light silk shirts. Which he rarely buttons up, showing off a thick forest of chest hair over the previously mentioned muscle. A pair of comfortable shorts show that the hair is a whole-body affair and that he most certainly did not skip leg day. Nor did he seem to skip any visible part of him while tanning since his skin is tanned perfectly bronze.
Of course, the man’s facial features lived up to the rest of him. Cal’s hair? Amazing, so thick it looked like you could break a comb in it, jet black, and cut short and styled perfectly. It matched his full beard, which is well-groomed and oiled flawlessly. His jawline is hidden under the beard but there can be no doubt that it is square and perfectly chiselled. High cheekbones gave him a smile that could win over the most hardened heart, yet a low brow added just a touch of menace.
The closest thing to a flaw is his nose, which is just a bit crooked. Looking as though it had been broken and reset less than perfectly sometime in the past. Yet, behind it was a pair of almost electric azure-coloured orbs that somehow made even that slight flaw just add to his rugged charms.
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Equipment: Calypso has his cutlass and some rum, not a whole lot else.
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Skills and Abilities: Calypso is quite a talented individual. Naturally, his career as a pirate gives him all the skills of a sailor. He knows how to tie knots, read the wind, navigate by the stars, swim, and run a ship.
But beyond that, he is a bit of an explorer and a rogue. He is good at sleight of hand, navigating jungles and other wild environments, climbing various surfaces, sneak about unseen, tracking, and many other useful survival tactics.
Finally, on top of all that, he is, or was, an extremely potent Weather Mage. Since passing through the mists he has found most of his quick and dirty magic to be far too taxing to actually perform. However, the more involved ritual magic he uses to change the weather still seems to work. Though these rituals take, at bare minimum, an hour to perform. The bigger the change he is trying to create the longer it takes and it certainly doesn't have much practical application in combat. But he has his fists and sword for that.
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Biography: Calypso's past is vague and uncertain, mostly because he would never give a straight answer to such a question. He was the captain of a Pirate ship, The Free Ship Mistrunner. However, that was lost in the mists and he was set adrift.
His personality is eccentric, to put it mildly. He is indolent, amorous, gregarious, and self-assured. He moves to the beat of his own drum and acts as though everything that happens is part of some grand plan or design he's put into place. People tend to find him either endearingly odd or infuriatingly annoying, largely depending on their tolerance for a man who does whatever he wants whenever the mood strikes him.
Allegiances: Himself
Place of Residence: Undeclared
Registered: Jun 2, 2021 11:16:49 GMT -5
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Post by Calypso Caliban on Jun 6, 2021 17:13:34 GMT -5
That reaction gets a roar of laughter from Calypso that the woman doubtless heard before she vanished inside the hull of the ship. He couldn't help it, the way she'd perked up at the word and immediately ran off. It was very clear she was more excited at the prospect of more books than she had been at her own rescue. What a curious little bird he'd picked up, he had to wonder just how this would all turn out.
It wouldn't take Saela long to locate the bookshelf. There were not that many options for her to look in and one door obviously led to the captain's quarters. Which were surprisingly neat and tidy considering the laid-back air of the captain above. Then again, he was a sailor and every sailor knew the value of things being ship-shape when a storm rolled in.
Up above Calypso gets them into the lagoon without any trouble weight anchor as he stretches his arm over his head. Supplies weren't in dire straits just yet and he was rather peckish. Sauntering down into the galley he sets to work getting something ready for lunch.
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Saela Elannore
Established
Indebted to the local lecher
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: 23
Appearance: Saela is an elf with a dark brownish red wavy hair that has two large cowlicks and the rest combed back barely extending past the nape of her neck. Her eyes are a sapphire blue that sparkle in the twilight and torchlight.
She stands a head smaller than the average person, with an overall skinny silhouette. Despite that she is somewhat curvaceous, despite her looks not being her main priority. She does at least like to keep herself presentable.
Saela wears a white dress shirt that is has green stripes flowing down and a green collar. Over that she wears a black linen vest and a red tie. Her legs are covered in black tailored dress pants. She also wears pointed black leather dress shoes.
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Equipment: She carries a large leather bag over her shoulders with two sets of clothes, a more casual
two-part green dress with the top having black floral patterns and the bottom being just black. The dress extends down to her knees. The other set are comfortable cotton bottom and top that she wears for pajamas. She also carries a set of sandals and boots in the bag separated by a rough linen bag to keep the other clothes neat.
In a second compartment of the bag lies Saela's treasure, her favorite novel. If she had known that she was going to end up here, she would have brought another few books.
The novel is called "Mysteries of the Man made from Fire" and it is a fictional tale of a wanderer in her world that was born from fire. His being flame incarnate. The protagonist in that book was this mysterious man that was extremely reliable and witty, often winning the hearts of ladies he came across. Nonetheless, quite a trope heavy and cheesy novel that was fit for a young adult audience, although some sections of the book pushed that with the immense flirting.
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Skills and Abilities: Saela Elannore is not the most skillful, and she has really no magic. However, what she does have is an accurate memory and the love for books. It has always been her dream to be a librarian that is surrounded by books and other novels.
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Biography: Saela came from a rich family in her homeland, often trying to hold herself to that etiquette that she was taught from an early age. She is a major bookworm and will often not drop a book once she starts reading, often lost in her own world.
Allegiances: Books
Registered: Apr 29, 2021 22:09:20 GMT -5
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Post by Saela Elannore on Jun 6, 2021 19:47:13 GMT -5
Saela entered the captain's quarters, clearly impressed with the neatness and organization shown by the captain. She grabbed the first book that caught her eye, it looked to be a dusty brown cover. She placed her novel on the captain's desk and sat in his chair, opening the dusty brown book and reading the first page.
Saela's posture only worsened as the more she read. She began slouching in the chair, and twenty pages in she was cradled in the arms of the chair. She found the book to be particularly interesting and ended up grabbing what she deemed a piece of scrap paper, folded it up and left it as a bookmark. After she did that, she placed the dusty brown book onto the desk and reached for her novel. Saela latched onto it and opened back to where she left off and more of the filtrations of the man made of fire. He was so charming, he had a roguish charm to him and always seemed able to woo the women he met along his journey.
The Mysteries of the Man made of Fire was perhaps a golden relic of her teenage years and one she still kept with her to this day. The fiction novel was about this miracle man born from flame that was on a quest to return a locket. This locket had a keyhole, but the man never had the key, so he searcher for what he believed to be the original owner of the locket, so perhaps he might learn of his creation, along the way this man would meet quite the few charming young ladies, from waitresses of taverns, to even the rich young girls and a princess. He seemed capable to charm them all, which got the man into a heap of often humorous shenanigans. It provided drama as two of the ladies vied for his heart and wanted him to stay with them forever, but no matter what the man always stepped forwards.
Saela was at the part when the man first wooed the waitress of one of the local taverns in this large town. Their dialogue was so playful and addictively flirtatious. It was like watching two players of a game, battling it out even though they are evenly matched.
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Calypso Caliban
Committed
Calypso "Mother Fucking" Caliban
Roleplay posts: 62
Age: 34
Appearance: There is no other way to describe Calypso Caliban than man. For starters, his shoulders are broad. Massively broad. The man might be as wide as two of a smaller man, if not, he would only be a few inches under that. On top of that, he is made of muscles. Good solid, working man muscle, not the kind you see on vain bodybuilders but the kind that is so built up and solidly packed that he might look a bit heavy wearing normal clothes.
Normal clothes aren't normally on the menu. The man enjoys dressing to show off, which means a lot of light silk shirts. Which he rarely buttons up, showing off a thick forest of chest hair over the previously mentioned muscle. A pair of comfortable shorts show that the hair is a whole-body affair and that he most certainly did not skip leg day. Nor did he seem to skip any visible part of him while tanning since his skin is tanned perfectly bronze.
Of course, the man’s facial features lived up to the rest of him. Cal’s hair? Amazing, so thick it looked like you could break a comb in it, jet black, and cut short and styled perfectly. It matched his full beard, which is well-groomed and oiled flawlessly. His jawline is hidden under the beard but there can be no doubt that it is square and perfectly chiselled. High cheekbones gave him a smile that could win over the most hardened heart, yet a low brow added just a touch of menace.
The closest thing to a flaw is his nose, which is just a bit crooked. Looking as though it had been broken and reset less than perfectly sometime in the past. Yet, behind it was a pair of almost electric azure-coloured orbs that somehow made even that slight flaw just add to his rugged charms.
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Equipment: Calypso has his cutlass and some rum, not a whole lot else.
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Skills and Abilities: Calypso is quite a talented individual. Naturally, his career as a pirate gives him all the skills of a sailor. He knows how to tie knots, read the wind, navigate by the stars, swim, and run a ship.
But beyond that, he is a bit of an explorer and a rogue. He is good at sleight of hand, navigating jungles and other wild environments, climbing various surfaces, sneak about unseen, tracking, and many other useful survival tactics.
Finally, on top of all that, he is, or was, an extremely potent Weather Mage. Since passing through the mists he has found most of his quick and dirty magic to be far too taxing to actually perform. However, the more involved ritual magic he uses to change the weather still seems to work. Though these rituals take, at bare minimum, an hour to perform. The bigger the change he is trying to create the longer it takes and it certainly doesn't have much practical application in combat. But he has his fists and sword for that.
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Biography: Calypso's past is vague and uncertain, mostly because he would never give a straight answer to such a question. He was the captain of a Pirate ship, The Free Ship Mistrunner. However, that was lost in the mists and he was set adrift.
His personality is eccentric, to put it mildly. He is indolent, amorous, gregarious, and self-assured. He moves to the beat of his own drum and acts as though everything that happens is part of some grand plan or design he's put into place. People tend to find him either endearingly odd or infuriatingly annoying, largely depending on their tolerance for a man who does whatever he wants whenever the mood strikes him.
Allegiances: Himself
Place of Residence: Undeclared
Registered: Jun 2, 2021 11:16:49 GMT -5
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Post by Calypso Caliban on Jun 6, 2021 19:57:00 GMT -5
"So, question."
Cal says as he leans up against the doorframe a slightly amused grin on his face. Those half-lidded orbs taking the girl in the chair who seemed to be quite, quite, into whatever it was she was currently reading. The big man cocking an eyebrow once he has her attention so he can ask said question.
"You took off like a bat of hell to come down into my private quarters to read the same book you already had?"
This is accompanied by a deeply amused chuckle at the young woman's antics. Saela was rather an odd duck but she was the kind of odd duck he could see himself coming to greatly enjoy.
"Anyway, I just prepared a bit of fish stew. Not the most exciting meal ever and even less so with hard tack. But considering it is a damn sight better than starving I thought I might be able to tempt you away from your fine literature."
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