Romsca Sandspeak
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: Ninteen
Appearance: Romsca is a ratfolk with light grey fur and a smooth light skin toned tail. Her eyes are black pupiled and her teeth are surprisingly white, which isn't a typical habit brought up by her species.
Clothing wise, her entire getup appears to be a combination of sea sail scraps and literal rope all tied up and about to cover everything up.
Equipment: A decent dagger is stashed in her clothes that she has tied up quite securely.
Skills and Abilities: Romsca is incredibly lithe and flexible being able to worm her way into amazingly tight spots. She's also devilishly clever and has a knack for getting out of tight spots and situations by keeping a clear head. Although this has been tested during her time spent in solitude on the ocean's surface being tossed about with scrapwood.
Biography: Romsca is a rat that grew up in a fishing town and was used for the manual labor and boat repairs. She was housed here until the waves washed over the town and she was forgotten.
Clinging to rotting wood, she eventually came across the Isran ship of the Depravity. She tried to climb up the side, practically begging for just a place to sleep. Unfortunately due to the rat plague they had on board, and the fact that she was quite literally just a larger rat, they promptly oiled the sides of the ship to make her slip back into the ocean.
Registered: Apr 1, 2021 11:20:35 GMT -5
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Post by Romsca Sandspeak on Apr 19, 2021 15:08:10 GMT -5
The ratperson sensed the thud on her ankle and whipped around to latch onto the pole with every fiber of her strength. She lurched up and gasped as she got out of the water and hung onto the wooden pole her body heaving hard as she began quickly burning through her reserve energy. She looked up a little more gratefully at the pole bearer, "Can't...hold on...much longer..." The oarsman began to pull back the oar, looking around for a spot in the bottom of the boat, then addressed the skeptic behind him, "Clear a space." He continued to pull the oar back and dumped the ratperson on the floor of the boat. The three begin to look in amazement at the unfamiliar form. The second boat is peering over to take a look. "Who are you?" they ask in their native Tamilşic. She coughed up some water and looked at them all, her two paws prying her glued eye open and wiping muck on her pants. She frowned, "I see..." she mumbled in common, "I got two of those words. You and are. I'm a ratfolk, Romsca Sandspeak, I worked in a fishing dock, and I hope one of you speaks common else I'm speaking gibberish," she grumbled laying down on her back and staring up at them looking particularly exhausted as she coughed into her shirt. |
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Tamilşic People
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Roleplay posts: 27
Allegiances: Tamilşe Çar Beylik
Registered: Mar 25, 2021 19:56:43 GMT -5
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Post by Tamilşic People on Apr 19, 2021 17:20:41 GMT -5
She coughed up some water and looked at them all, her two paws prying her glued eye open and wiping muck on her pants. She frowned, "I see..." she mumbled in common, "I got two of those words. You and are. I'm a ratfolk, Romsca Sandspeak, I worked in a fishing dock, and I hope one of you speaks common else I'm speaking gibberish," she grumbled laying down on her back and staring up at them looking particularly exhausted as she coughed into her shirt. The men of the first boat look among each other confused, not understanding a word she says. The skeptic stares silently, and exchanges a look with the third man as if to say, We're in so much trouble if we keep this thing around. A fourth man standing in the second boat, says to the others, in Tamilşic, "Wait, I understood a little of that. I think it's the common language they spoke in Isra and other countries like it." He reassesses his footing, "Here, toss me that bag of goods. I'll join you there." The crew of the first boat look him over and reply past the confused ratperson, "What are you nuts?" "We're not risking the cargo. Let's just row ashore and settle things there." "But then we'll be seen, idiot!" "Toss me the goods and row ashore. I can take it from here." Begrudgingly, the crew of the first ship toss a heavy sack into the arms of the other man the next boat over, who catches it successfully and sends both boats rocking and wobbling in place. The crews stabilize and join back, the forth man jumping onto the bat with Ms. Sandspeak aboard, and sits down and asks her in common, "Now then, tell me your name again?" He turns briefly to wave the other boat away. The woman aboard stares worriedly at this forth man as the boats move further apart. |
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Erhan V Paşka
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Appearance: A man with lighter skin than that of his father, with flattened nose and a pointed chin. Prefers to keep himself shaved, both in regards to jawline and his head, though he maintains a large mustache. He wears fine clothes like his father, namely a wool tunic, a military jacket, and often, a dark blue overcoat.
Equipment: Erhan keeps on his person a saber and a knife at all times, and also keeps on his person various navigational instruments, which he uses on his voyages, as well as a wineskin and a piece of hardtack with a cloth wrapped around it.
Skills and Abilities: Erhan, now in his late twenties, benefitted from his father Selim's study since he was a young lad, although not in the way that most trades would be passed down in his culture. Erhan, like his father, split from the profession of his forefathers, however, unlike even Selim, Erhan learned the nuances of navigation and command of sea vessels. He knows well how to read, interpret, even draft maps, and has a keen eye for potential and real hazards at sea. Erhan also is learned in fighting armed and unarmed in traditional Tamilşik martial arts. Finally, his experience in being away from a comfy port or city has taught him to be a shrewd negotiator while away from home.
Biography: Erhan, while he was born to be the heir of Selim Pashka, an heir himself, did not know much of the regal life that was laid out for him. When his uncle seized the throne and Selim fled with a boat full of skilled and unskilled loyalists, Erhan was only nine years old.
Now away from the palatial providence that once welcomed them, they were now outcasts—affluent outcasts, but outcasts all the same. Wherever they landed, they were at first viewed with suspicion by the locals, then welcomed as Selim's shipbuilding business took off and provided prosperity to the region, then once again viewed with suspicion by local leaders who saw fit to dispatch any suspected effort to raise a private navy and carve out a fiefdom.
Now, in the shrouded seas, Erhan struggles to keep the peace amidst worried sailors and retainers.
Allegiances: Tamilşe Çar Beylik
Place of Residence: Kamsız Kıluu
Registered: Mar 23, 2021 0:04:38 GMT -5
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Post by Erhan V Paşka on Apr 19, 2021 17:25:15 GMT -5
Aidana blinks at Erhan. It takes too long for her to go from someone spoke to me to I should probably respond. Especially if that someone was Erhan. “Healthy, dark soil just beyond the beaches. River promises to be helpful in traversing inland. My suggestion: start looking for an ideal placement for a central hub of our settlement instead of a temporary respite.” Aidana realized having made a mistake and forgot about his title. She thought maybe he wouldn’t notice or mind if she added that later. “Uluttun Mırzası, I would think it wiser that the needs of our craftsmen, not to mention the children and women, were seen to after this long voyage before we begin to craft the likenesses of gods. Tired people rarely make good work and a halfhearted attempt at a monument is not a good way to announce your presence.” She started heading towards the escape boats but then turned to say one more thing. “Besides, if this is the domain of the gods, they already know we have arrived.” She forced herself not to think about her uttered statement. Things of that nature made Aidana uncomfortable like she might throw up if she looked too close. Erhan nods after a brief pause, not expecting answers quite as varied. "Aye, it may be so. I will have a foundation laid for a monument and will have it sanctified so that in due time we may establish ourselves here, or at least, may we mark our entrance to this land in remembrance." He walked slowly toward the side of the Işenimdüü where boats were being raised, loaded, then lowered down and began to look out over the land, tapping his fingers on the edge of the large vessel's railing. Though he was a navy man, he too longed for the refuge of dry land. "Before nightfall will the first tents be completed and the joldor will have explored the surroundings of the settlement and mark acceptable trees for immediate lumber use. By the next day, the Taŋkı Jol will explore the banks of the river and bring surveyors with them so that the floodability of this river can be properly assessed. And from there, we will know if the river shall bear significant settlement. The Tak Jol will survey the surrounding wildlife to see if there are native bounties among nature, as is their specialty." He pauses, as the reality of several sleepless nights of planning sinks in. "We ought land the livestock as soon as the shores are determined to be safe, else we risk disease among their number." Some noise off the side of the ship catches his ear and he looks down to notice what's going on, to notice a boat with four, no, five passengers aboard. "Uruusunun enesi, come see this." |
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Romsca Sandspeak
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: Ninteen
Appearance: Romsca is a ratfolk with light grey fur and a smooth light skin toned tail. Her eyes are black pupiled and her teeth are surprisingly white, which isn't a typical habit brought up by her species.
Clothing wise, her entire getup appears to be a combination of sea sail scraps and literal rope all tied up and about to cover everything up.
Equipment: A decent dagger is stashed in her clothes that she has tied up quite securely.
Skills and Abilities: Romsca is incredibly lithe and flexible being able to worm her way into amazingly tight spots. She's also devilishly clever and has a knack for getting out of tight spots and situations by keeping a clear head. Although this has been tested during her time spent in solitude on the ocean's surface being tossed about with scrapwood.
Biography: Romsca is a rat that grew up in a fishing town and was used for the manual labor and boat repairs. She was housed here until the waves washed over the town and she was forgotten.
Clinging to rotting wood, she eventually came across the Isran ship of the Depravity. She tried to climb up the side, practically begging for just a place to sleep. Unfortunately due to the rat plague they had on board, and the fact that she was quite literally just a larger rat, they promptly oiled the sides of the ship to make her slip back into the ocean.
Registered: Apr 1, 2021 11:20:35 GMT -5
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Post by Romsca Sandspeak on Apr 19, 2021 17:35:16 GMT -5
She coughed up some water and looked at them all, her two paws prying her glued eye open and wiping muck on her pants. She frowned, "I see..." she mumbled in common, "I got two of those words. You and are. I'm a ratfolk, Romsca Sandspeak, I worked in a fishing dock, and I hope one of you speaks common else I'm speaking gibberish," she grumbled laying down on her back and staring up at them looking particularly exhausted as she coughed into her shirt. The men of the first boat look among each other confused, not understanding a word she says. The skeptic stares silently, and exchanges a look with the third man as if to say, We're in so much trouble if we keep this thing around. A fourth man standing in the second boat, says to the others, in Tamilşic, "Wait, I understood a little of that. I think it's the common language they spoke in Isra and other countries like it." He reassesses his footing, "Here, toss me that bag of goods. I'll join you there." The crew of the first boat look him over and reply past the confused ratperson, "What are you nuts?" "We're not risking the cargo. Let's just row ashore and settle things there." "But then we'll be seen, idiot!" "Toss me the goods and row ashore. I can take it from here." Begrudgingly, the crew of the first ship toss a heavy sack into the arms of the other man the next boat over, who catches it successfully and sends both boats rocking and wobbling in place. The crews stabilize and join back, the forth man jumping onto the bat with Ms. Sandspeak aboard, and sits down and asks her in common, "Now then, tell me your name again?" He turns briefly to wave the other boat away. The woman aboard stares worriedly at this forth man as the boats move further apart. The rat's eyes flickered from side to side looking at the going's on she didn't understand. She then looked the fellow in the eyes who was talking to her. She blinked once and responded, "My name is Romsca Sandspeak. May I ask what yours is?" She looked back at the fellow who didn't want her here, "I don't think I'm very welcome is that right? If so, I suppose the only thing I ask is that I be carried to shore. I don't trust my limbs to be very good at swimming right about now." |
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Tamilşic People
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Roleplay posts: 27
Allegiances: Tamilşe Çar Beylik
Registered: Mar 25, 2021 19:56:43 GMT -5
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Post by Tamilşic People on Apr 19, 2021 23:16:03 GMT -5
The rat's eyes flickered from side to side looking at the going's on she didn't understand. She then looked the fellow in the eyes who was talking to her. She blinked once and responded, "My name is Romsca Sandspeak. May I ask what yours is?" She looked back at the fellow who didn't want her here, "I don't think I'm very welcome is that right? If so, I suppose the only thing I ask is that I be carried to shore. I don't trust my limbs to be very good at swimming right about now." " Nurzat Elkezer," he replies simply, "Longshoreman by trade." Nurzat listens carefully to listen to the ratperson, then forces an exhale through a thick, black mustache, signaling trouble, "Aye, we can oblige you that little at the least. It's not even just us, you see. It's the man who operates this vessel," he says pointing a thumb over his shoulder at the large vessel. The skeptic looks up at the vessel, checking to see if anyone was watching, looks back, then double-takes as he looks into the sun. After that, he tugs the sleeve of the first man, saying in Tamilşic, "Admiral's watching." The second man then keeps his head low with his hands in his lap, pretending like he didn't see Erhan. The first man nudges Nurzat, and conveys a very similar message to what the first man said, then nudges with his head toward the shoreline. The second and third man begin rowing and Nurzat turns back from his briefly-diverted attention to Romsca, "Heh, sorry Miss Sandspeak. Admiral noticed you." |
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Romsca Sandspeak
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: Ninteen
Appearance: Romsca is a ratfolk with light grey fur and a smooth light skin toned tail. Her eyes are black pupiled and her teeth are surprisingly white, which isn't a typical habit brought up by her species.
Clothing wise, her entire getup appears to be a combination of sea sail scraps and literal rope all tied up and about to cover everything up.
Equipment: A decent dagger is stashed in her clothes that she has tied up quite securely.
Skills and Abilities: Romsca is incredibly lithe and flexible being able to worm her way into amazingly tight spots. She's also devilishly clever and has a knack for getting out of tight spots and situations by keeping a clear head. Although this has been tested during her time spent in solitude on the ocean's surface being tossed about with scrapwood.
Biography: Romsca is a rat that grew up in a fishing town and was used for the manual labor and boat repairs. She was housed here until the waves washed over the town and she was forgotten.
Clinging to rotting wood, she eventually came across the Isran ship of the Depravity. She tried to climb up the side, practically begging for just a place to sleep. Unfortunately due to the rat plague they had on board, and the fact that she was quite literally just a larger rat, they promptly oiled the sides of the ship to make her slip back into the ocean.
Registered: Apr 1, 2021 11:20:35 GMT -5
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Post by Romsca Sandspeak on Apr 20, 2021 0:37:06 GMT -5
The rat's eyes flickered from side to side looking at the going's on she didn't understand. She then looked the fellow in the eyes who was talking to her. She blinked once and responded, "My name is Romsca Sandspeak. May I ask what yours is?" She looked back at the fellow who didn't want her here, "I don't think I'm very welcome is that right? If so, I suppose the only thing I ask is that I be carried to shore. I don't trust my limbs to be very good at swimming right about now." " Nurzat Elkezer," he replies simply, "Longshoreman by trade." Nurzat listens carefully to listen to the ratperson, then forces an exhale through a thick, black mustache, signaling trouble, "Aye, we can oblige you that little at the least. It's not even just us, you see. It's the man who operates this vessel," he says pointing a thumb over his shoulder at the large vessel. The skeptic looks up at the vessel, checking to see if anyone was watching, looks back, then double-takes as he looks into the sun. After that, he tugs the sleeve of the first man, saying in Tamilşic, "Admiral's watching." The second man then keeps his head low with his hands in his lap, pretending like he didn't see Erhan. The first man nudges Nurzat, and conveys a very similar message to what the first man said, then nudges with his head toward the shoreline. The second and third man begin rowing and Nurzat turns back from his briefly-diverted attention to Romsca, "Heh, sorry Miss Sandspeak. Admiral noticed you." The ratfolk slowly sat up leaning up against the boat's side. She gave a pained yawn, "Did he now? Now is the Admiral one to be upset about noticing me or not?" She said glancing in his direction, completely unafraid of eye contact. No need to act like one was doing something wrong, never do, and most won't think you are. A good motto to live by. "Well then, I'm in your debt for picking me up, brats over at that Isran ship found it rather suitable to dump a good amount of oil on me back when we were in the ocean. I was only asking them for a place to sleep, wasn't looking to mooch off their stores either. I knew they had the space else I wouldn't have asked either...hope they all burn in hell," she grumbled under her breath. |
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Tamilşic People
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Allegiances: Tamilşe Çar Beylik
Registered: Mar 25, 2021 19:56:43 GMT -5
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Post by Tamilşic People on Apr 20, 2021 16:53:22 GMT -5
The ratfolk slowly sat up leaning up against the boat's side. She gave a pained yawn, "Did he now? Now is the Admiral one to be upset about noticing me or not?" She said glancing in his direction, completely unafraid of eye contact. No need to act like one was doing something wrong, never do, and most won't think you are. A good motto to live by. "Well then, I'm in your debt for picking me up, brats over at that Isran ship found it rather suitable to dump a good amount of oil on me back when we were in the ocean. I was only asking them for a place to sleep, wasn't looking to mooch off their stores either. I knew they had the space else I wouldn't have asked either...hope they all burn in hell," she grumbled under her breath. seems to stare as she speaks, trying to comprehend what she was saying, or perhaps to understand her motivations. After nearly forgetting to respond for the better part of a minute, he speaks, just as the small rowboat reaches the shoreline, "I see you are wounded. Neither the Admiral nor the Prince have much patience for those who cannot prove their worth. Additionally, the Admiral in particular concerns himself with cleanliness and sanitation." The boat jolts as the boat runs aground on the beach. The men begin wading out into the waves and begin to pick up supplies and carry them back. Her translator, however, remains for a moment before standing, "I feel for your misfortune. Never myself knew any Isran for any longer for a day or two, but you may need to state a case for the Üyü should you wish to stay and seek care. Not much else I can do other than carry you to the shore if you'll allow me." |
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Romsca Sandspeak
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: Ninteen
Appearance: Romsca is a ratfolk with light grey fur and a smooth light skin toned tail. Her eyes are black pupiled and her teeth are surprisingly white, which isn't a typical habit brought up by her species.
Clothing wise, her entire getup appears to be a combination of sea sail scraps and literal rope all tied up and about to cover everything up.
Equipment: A decent dagger is stashed in her clothes that she has tied up quite securely.
Skills and Abilities: Romsca is incredibly lithe and flexible being able to worm her way into amazingly tight spots. She's also devilishly clever and has a knack for getting out of tight spots and situations by keeping a clear head. Although this has been tested during her time spent in solitude on the ocean's surface being tossed about with scrapwood.
Biography: Romsca is a rat that grew up in a fishing town and was used for the manual labor and boat repairs. She was housed here until the waves washed over the town and she was forgotten.
Clinging to rotting wood, she eventually came across the Isran ship of the Depravity. She tried to climb up the side, practically begging for just a place to sleep. Unfortunately due to the rat plague they had on board, and the fact that she was quite literally just a larger rat, they promptly oiled the sides of the ship to make her slip back into the ocean.
Registered: Apr 1, 2021 11:20:35 GMT -5
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Post by Romsca Sandspeak on Apr 21, 2021 0:31:09 GMT -5
The ratfolk slowly sat up leaning up against the boat's side. She gave a pained yawn, "Did he now? Now is the Admiral one to be upset about noticing me or not?" She said glancing in his direction, completely unafraid of eye contact. No need to act like one was doing something wrong, never do, and most won't think you are. A good motto to live by. "Well then, I'm in your debt for picking me up, brats over at that Isran ship found it rather suitable to dump a good amount of oil on me back when we were in the ocean. I was only asking them for a place to sleep, wasn't looking to mooch off their stores either. I knew they had the space else I wouldn't have asked either...hope they all burn in hell," she grumbled under her breath. seems to stare as she speaks, trying to comprehend what she was saying, or perhaps to understand her motivations. After nearly forgetting to respond for the better part of a minute, he speaks, just as the small rowboat reaches the shoreline, "I see you are wounded. Neither the Admiral nor the Prince have much patience for those who cannot prove their worth. Additionally, the Admiral in particular concerns himself with cleanliness and sanitation." The boat jolts as the boat runs aground on the beach. The men begin wading out into the waves and begin to pick up supplies and carry them back. Her translator, however, remains for a moment before standing, "I feel for your misfortune. Never myself knew any Isran for any longer for a day or two, but you may need to state a case for the Üyü should you wish to stay and seek care. Not much else I can do other than carry you to the shore if you'll allow me." She nodded, "I see...well, given some time, I'm sure I could prove that. However, right now I just got done begging for my life after almost drowning. I do not have the strength to prove much," she sighed looking down at her condition, "As for cleanliness, well, I kept myself clean before all this, but just about any castaway is going to be smelling of sea water in this end of the world situation...I'm not like my feral counterpart. Give ya a bloody eye if you think about calling me like that I will!" She grumbled leaning back again. |
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Aidana Kartal
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Roleplay posts: 18 
Age: 19
Appearance: Her dark curly hair might seem wild, but there is a method to the madness. Every strand is carefully considered. The same can be applied to her attire, which rigidly follows the Beylik standards of beauty and propriety, while also allowing her own identity to shine through.
Equipment: Well, a lady carries her adornments. Everything else she might need is locked away in her private domiciles or carried by the male (or the male servant).
Skills and Abilities: Talking with proper manners, deep interest in sciences and mathematics.
Biography: Raised as the oldest child of a prestigious Beylik family, she was taught table manners, curtsies, music, poetry. Yet in her free time, she could not stop devouring book after book from her father's study on subjects unrelated to her expected future. Yet, upon discussions with some of the family friends, it was apparent that Aidana was more suited to academic pursuits than marriage, so after some difficult conversations, her parents gave way. When the world flooded, her studies were violently halted, but her research was just beginning.
Registered: Apr 1, 2021 15:03:29 GMT -5
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Post by Aidana Kartal on Apr 21, 2021 17:06:34 GMT -5
A smile crept to Aidana’s face, revealing her elusive dimples. “Sounds like you had it all thought out after all.” She turned to face Erhan. “When we find some game, would you like to share the first meal with me? Based on the terrain, there is a high likelihood that the local wildlife will be edible if strong in flavor. I can prepare such meats in ways that have earned high praise from many.”
Aidana’s dinner pitch, which she had planned since the first birds were sighted, was cut off by the commotion to which Erhan pointed her attention to. She shielded her eyes from the sun and squinted. “Ratfolk. Where in the- they were clinging to the hull?” The sheer dedication and upper body strength required made the progeny of the Kartal family’s head spin. She clicked her tongue and rubbed her temples. “It’s a stowaway, we have no obligation to bring it with us, our resources are limited… They’re looking at you, Uluttun Mırzası. How will you respond?”
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Erhan V Paşka
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Appearance: A man with lighter skin than that of his father, with flattened nose and a pointed chin. Prefers to keep himself shaved, both in regards to jawline and his head, though he maintains a large mustache. He wears fine clothes like his father, namely a wool tunic, a military jacket, and often, a dark blue overcoat.
Equipment: Erhan keeps on his person a saber and a knife at all times, and also keeps on his person various navigational instruments, which he uses on his voyages, as well as a wineskin and a piece of hardtack with a cloth wrapped around it.
Skills and Abilities: Erhan, now in his late twenties, benefitted from his father Selim's study since he was a young lad, although not in the way that most trades would be passed down in his culture. Erhan, like his father, split from the profession of his forefathers, however, unlike even Selim, Erhan learned the nuances of navigation and command of sea vessels. He knows well how to read, interpret, even draft maps, and has a keen eye for potential and real hazards at sea. Erhan also is learned in fighting armed and unarmed in traditional Tamilşik martial arts. Finally, his experience in being away from a comfy port or city has taught him to be a shrewd negotiator while away from home.
Biography: Erhan, while he was born to be the heir of Selim Pashka, an heir himself, did not know much of the regal life that was laid out for him. When his uncle seized the throne and Selim fled with a boat full of skilled and unskilled loyalists, Erhan was only nine years old.
Now away from the palatial providence that once welcomed them, they were now outcasts—affluent outcasts, but outcasts all the same. Wherever they landed, they were at first viewed with suspicion by the locals, then welcomed as Selim's shipbuilding business took off and provided prosperity to the region, then once again viewed with suspicion by local leaders who saw fit to dispatch any suspected effort to raise a private navy and carve out a fiefdom.
Now, in the shrouded seas, Erhan struggles to keep the peace amidst worried sailors and retainers.
Allegiances: Tamilşe Çar Beylik
Place of Residence: Kamsız Kıluu
Registered: Mar 23, 2021 0:04:38 GMT -5
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Post by Erhan V Paşka on Apr 21, 2021 22:07:16 GMT -5
A smile crept to Aidana’s face, revealing her elusive dimples. “Sounds like you had it all thought out after all.” She turned to face Erhan. “When we find some game, would you like to share the first meal with me? Based on the terrain, there is a high likelihood that the local wildlife will be edible if strong in flavor. I can prepare such meats in ways that have earned high praise from many.” Aidana’s dinner pitch, which she had planned since the first birds were sighted, was cut off by the commotion to which Erhan pointed her attention to. She shielded her eyes from the sun and squinted. “Ratfolk. Where in the- they were clinging to the hull?” The sheer dedication and upper body strength required made the progeny of the Kartal family’s head spin. She clicked her tongue and rubbed her temples. “It’s a stowaway, we have no obligation to bring it with us, our resources are limited… They’re looking at you, Uluttun Mırzası. How will you respond?” Erhan turns, the corners of his mouth turning up his mustache, "From the uruusunun of the prestigious Kartal family? I would be honored to partake in the fruits of rare talents." As the topic is drawn to a close and attention is put upon the ratfolk, he replies, "Appears so…" He trails off in thought, "It clung to life for gods know how long. Hopefully given its determination, it may find use among us. If it be no more than common vermin, however, it shall be turned away." As he spoke, his eyes followed Nurzat as he rowed toward The Işenimdüü. "Seems like the longshoreman is going to answer for his recklessness." |
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Aidana Kartal
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 19
Appearance: Her dark curly hair might seem wild, but there is a method to the madness. Every strand is carefully considered. The same can be applied to her attire, which rigidly follows the Beylik standards of beauty and propriety, while also allowing her own identity to shine through.
Equipment: Well, a lady carries her adornments. Everything else she might need is locked away in her private domiciles or carried by the male (or the male servant).
Skills and Abilities: Talking with proper manners, deep interest in sciences and mathematics.
Biography: Raised as the oldest child of a prestigious Beylik family, she was taught table manners, curtsies, music, poetry. Yet in her free time, she could not stop devouring book after book from her father's study on subjects unrelated to her expected future. Yet, upon discussions with some of the family friends, it was apparent that Aidana was more suited to academic pursuits than marriage, so after some difficult conversations, her parents gave way. When the world flooded, her studies were violently halted, but her research was just beginning.
Registered: Apr 1, 2021 15:03:29 GMT -5
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Post by Aidana Kartal on Apr 22, 2021 16:46:18 GMT -5
A smile crept to Aidana’s face, revealing her elusive dimples. “Sounds like you had it all thought out after all.” She turned to face Erhan. “When we find some game, would you like to share the first meal with me? Based on the terrain, there is a high likelihood that the local wildlife will be edible if strong in flavor. I can prepare such meats in ways that have earned high praise from many.” Aidana’s dinner pitch, which she had planned since the first birds were sighted, was cut off by the commotion to which Erhan pointed her attention to. She shielded her eyes from the sun and squinted. “Ratfolk. Where in the- they were clinging to the hull?” The sheer dedication and upper body strength required made the progeny of the Kartal family’s head spin. She clicked her tongue and rubbed her temples. “It’s a stowaway, we have no obligation to bring it with us, our resources are limited… They’re looking at you, Uluttun Mırzası. How will you respond?” Erhan turns, the corners of his mouth turning up his mustache, "From the uruusunun of the prestigious Kartal family? I would be honored to partake in the fruits of rare talents." As the topic is drawn to a close and attention is put upon the ratfolk, he replies, "Appears so…" He trails off in thought, "It clung to life for gods know how long. Hopefully given its determination, it may find use among us. If it be no more than common vermin, however, it shall be turned away." As he spoke, his eyes followed Nurzat as he rowed toward The Işenimdüü. "Seems like the longshoreman is going to answer for his recklessness." Aidana crossed her arms in front of her. " Most determination is not the beneficial kind, not from stowaways." She did not like this unknown factor. There was an amount of unkowns one had to be prepared for when settling to a new land, yes. But everything had been going so well. She had made the Admiral smile. Aidana barely contained herself before Nurzat was within hearing distance, and didn't wait until the man had pulled himself onto The Işenimdüü before barraging him with remarks. "Well now, you caught something interesting, didn't you?" Her smile was ballroom-perfect, but the look she was giving him could have pierced stone. "Why don't you share exactly what just happened with the rest of us?" |
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Tamilşic People
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Roleplay posts: 27
Allegiances: Tamilşe Çar Beylik
Registered: Mar 25, 2021 19:56:43 GMT -5
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Post by Tamilşic People on Apr 24, 2021 11:47:21 GMT -5
Aidana crossed her arms in front of her. " Most determination is not the beneficial kind, not from stowaways." She did not like this unknown factor. There was an amount of unknowns one had to be prepared for when settling to a new land, yes. But everything had been going so well. She had made the Admiral smile. Aidana barely contained herself before Nurzat was within hearing distance, and didn't wait until the man had pulled himself onto The Işenimdüü before barraging him with remarks. "Well now, you caught something interesting, didn't you?" Her smile was ballroom-perfect, but the look she was giving him could have pierced stone. "Why don't you share exactly what just happened with the rest of us?" shrinks, visually becoming embarrassed by the confrontation, but inhales deeply and exhales slowly. Various crew pause their work to watch the confrontation. |
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Erhan V Paşka
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Roleplay posts: 8
Appearance: A man with lighter skin than that of his father, with flattened nose and a pointed chin. Prefers to keep himself shaved, both in regards to jawline and his head, though he maintains a large mustache. He wears fine clothes like his father, namely a wool tunic, a military jacket, and often, a dark blue overcoat.
Equipment: Erhan keeps on his person a saber and a knife at all times, and also keeps on his person various navigational instruments, which he uses on his voyages, as well as a wineskin and a piece of hardtack with a cloth wrapped around it.
Skills and Abilities: Erhan, now in his late twenties, benefitted from his father Selim's study since he was a young lad, although not in the way that most trades would be passed down in his culture. Erhan, like his father, split from the profession of his forefathers, however, unlike even Selim, Erhan learned the nuances of navigation and command of sea vessels. He knows well how to read, interpret, even draft maps, and has a keen eye for potential and real hazards at sea. Erhan also is learned in fighting armed and unarmed in traditional Tamilşik martial arts. Finally, his experience in being away from a comfy port or city has taught him to be a shrewd negotiator while away from home.
Biography: Erhan, while he was born to be the heir of Selim Pashka, an heir himself, did not know much of the regal life that was laid out for him. When his uncle seized the throne and Selim fled with a boat full of skilled and unskilled loyalists, Erhan was only nine years old.
Now away from the palatial providence that once welcomed them, they were now outcasts—affluent outcasts, but outcasts all the same. Wherever they landed, they were at first viewed with suspicion by the locals, then welcomed as Selim's shipbuilding business took off and provided prosperity to the region, then once again viewed with suspicion by local leaders who saw fit to dispatch any suspected effort to raise a private navy and carve out a fiefdom.
Now, in the shrouded seas, Erhan struggles to keep the peace amidst worried sailors and retainers.
Allegiances: Tamilşe Çar Beylik
Place of Residence: Kamsız Kıluu
Registered: Mar 23, 2021 0:04:38 GMT -5
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Post by Erhan V Paşka on Apr 24, 2021 11:48:32 GMT -5
Nurzat shrinks, visually becoming embarrassed by the confrontation, but inhales deeply and exhales slowly. Various crew pause their work to watch the confrontation. Erhan notices that the crew has stopped working and waves them off, "This concerns none of you. We only have so much daylight left. Get back to work." |
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Tamilşic People
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Roleplay posts: 27
Allegiances: Tamilşe Çar Beylik
Registered: Mar 25, 2021 19:56:43 GMT -5
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Post by Tamilşic People on Apr 24, 2021 11:54:11 GMT -5
Erhan notices that the crew has stopped working and waves them off, "This concerns none of you. We only have so much daylight left. Get back to work." The crew people shuffle off to continue their work carrying supplies into boats and ferrying them back to shore.
After taking his breath, Nurzat looks onward toward Lady Kartal, and addresses her candidly, crossing his right hand across his chest and bowing slightly, "Uruusunun Enesi Kartal, there was a ratfolk that had clung to the hull of the The Işenimdüü, apparently since we had been following that Isran vessel. The ratfolk attested that oil had been dumped upon in when it tried to cling to that vessel, and clung to ours instead in order that it might preserve its life. I recognize that I acted out of reckless compassion, Uruusunun Enesi." Nurzat bows once more and remains in a bowed position to accept whatever reprimand might be due him. |
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Aidana Kartal
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Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 19
Appearance: Her dark curly hair might seem wild, but there is a method to the madness. Every strand is carefully considered. The same can be applied to her attire, which rigidly follows the Beylik standards of beauty and propriety, while also allowing her own identity to shine through.
Equipment: Well, a lady carries her adornments. Everything else she might need is locked away in her private domiciles or carried by the male (or the male servant).
Skills and Abilities: Talking with proper manners, deep interest in sciences and mathematics.
Biography: Raised as the oldest child of a prestigious Beylik family, she was taught table manners, curtsies, music, poetry. Yet in her free time, she could not stop devouring book after book from her father's study on subjects unrelated to her expected future. Yet, upon discussions with some of the family friends, it was apparent that Aidana was more suited to academic pursuits than marriage, so after some difficult conversations, her parents gave way. When the world flooded, her studies were violently halted, but her research was just beginning.
Registered: Apr 1, 2021 15:03:29 GMT -5
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Post by Aidana Kartal on Apr 26, 2021 10:09:31 GMT -5
A needle of annoyance pricks Aidana’s mind. Nurzat’s excuse had driven her into an uncomfortable position to make any swift and easy decisions. “Compassion it may be, yet it is a known truth that rats, big, small, or humanoid, carry diseases. Your actions may have compromised the entire colony.”
She took a step towards Ehran. “Uluttun Mırzası. The ones who shared the boat with the rat must be quarantined immediately. Additionally, the being must be examined for anything that might suggest an infection. I will personally conduct these, as well as an examination of the being’s psychological state, and report back with suggestions of how to deal with them. If you will allow.” She bowed respectfully, but her eyes glared determinedly below her dark curls.
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