Post by jaquette on Jun 10, 2007 14:00:54 GMT -5
Name: Fredrick Christopher Matthews // Prefers to be called Fred or Fredrick. Not Freddy.
Age: 25 years young
Gender: Male
Allegiance: Navy
Occupation: A fisherman's apprentice. His mother owns a run-down motel just outside of town.
Weapon of Choice: Whatever might be handy at the time. He is handy with a sword, and has a good shot with a pistol or even military riffle. He carries a craft knife around at all times, which he uses for de-boning/scaling fish.
Home Town/Island: Port Royal
Ship: He uses his masters boat for fishing, but it would hardly be considered a ship. He has been on the Endeavor once or twice, delivering messages to the Commodore.
Appearance: Fred is 5'10", 145 lbs, and has a muscular build. He has broad shoulders, a lean lower torso, and very defined facial features. His brown eyes are soft;gentle; constantly showing every aspect of his emotions. His curly brown hair sits on his head like a mop, just barely reaching his shoulders. Due to his particular profession, his hands never remain clean, and are rough from many years of labor. He is usually found wearing a dark blue tattered shirt, covered by a black vest. His dark blue pants are cut off at the ankles, where his black boots reach. Around his waste he has a belt where he keeps his knife, a scraper, and a pick.
Personality: Unlike most poor, young men, Fredrick makes an honest living. He is very proud, and would rather hang until death, than give into the pressures of curving the rules for himself. Having gone through many hardships in life, he has learned to conceal his weaknesses, and hardly ever show affection to anyone other than his family, and his profession. He had been on a boat more than half his life, and learned the meaning of hard work at an early age. Once he sets his mind to something, it's done. Like most of the inhabitants of Port Royal, he has a particular dislike of pirates.
History: His father had been a poor foot soldier and his mother was the daughter of a motel owner(she then inherited said motel). Shortly after retiring from the military, Fred's father died of an unknown sickness, which was guessed to have been only a cause of old age. The motel did not bring in sufficient income, and when Fredrick was 7 years of age, he was sent into town to become a fisherman's apprentice. Never having seen a pirate, he has only relied on the stories he's heard to give him a mutual understanding of the villains.
Other: Fredrick has a mother and a sister. They live just outside of Port Royal in their motel, which passer byers sometimes stop to rest at. He goes to work on the boat first thing in the morning and gets back home at dusk. Fred has herd stories of the infamous pirates Barbossa, Jack Sparrow, and Davey Jones but whether those stories are true, he does not know.
Roleplay Sample:
The sun roes over the horizon, signaling the start of yet another laborious day. Merchants, fishermen, and sailer's of all shapes and sizes were at the docks of Port Royal, following their daily routines as normal.
If there was anything more welcoming to Fredrick Christopher Matthews, it would have to be the call of the sea and the smell of the fishing boat that he practically grew up on.
Walking down the docking isle, he fiddled with the knife handle on the side of his belt. He ran his finger over wood where a rose was engraved.
Finally reaching his masters fishing boat, Fredrick saw that he was the first to get there; as usual. He took it upon himself to prepare the nets before Mr. Proctor arrived.
Once finishing this task, he sat down on the dock, feet hanging over the side. A few young ladies walked by, giggling and looking at him. Paying them no mind, Fredrick simply amused himself by looking over his fathers knife once more.
"Freddy, my dear boy!" came a voice behind him, startling him out of his day-dream.
Fredrick stood up to see his short, plump employer facing him with a cheesy smile on his face.
/It's FredRICK, not FredDY./ he thought to himself as he greeted Mr. Proctor with a smile and nod.
If there was anything he hated most, next to pirates, it was being called Freddy.
"Seeing as how you've got the nets ready, lets get to it." said Proctor, climbing onto the boat. Fred followed him, and untied the rope which held the small boat in place.
They set off for their usual fishing grounds, on the other side of Port Royal.
Recruited By:Wicked, I believe.
ooc|| Ehh, that intro was sucky.
Age: 25 years young
Gender: Male
Allegiance: Navy
Occupation: A fisherman's apprentice. His mother owns a run-down motel just outside of town.
Weapon of Choice: Whatever might be handy at the time. He is handy with a sword, and has a good shot with a pistol or even military riffle. He carries a craft knife around at all times, which he uses for de-boning/scaling fish.
Home Town/Island: Port Royal
Ship: He uses his masters boat for fishing, but it would hardly be considered a ship. He has been on the Endeavor once or twice, delivering messages to the Commodore.
Appearance: Fred is 5'10", 145 lbs, and has a muscular build. He has broad shoulders, a lean lower torso, and very defined facial features. His brown eyes are soft;gentle; constantly showing every aspect of his emotions. His curly brown hair sits on his head like a mop, just barely reaching his shoulders. Due to his particular profession, his hands never remain clean, and are rough from many years of labor. He is usually found wearing a dark blue tattered shirt, covered by a black vest. His dark blue pants are cut off at the ankles, where his black boots reach. Around his waste he has a belt where he keeps his knife, a scraper, and a pick.
Personality: Unlike most poor, young men, Fredrick makes an honest living. He is very proud, and would rather hang until death, than give into the pressures of curving the rules for himself. Having gone through many hardships in life, he has learned to conceal his weaknesses, and hardly ever show affection to anyone other than his family, and his profession. He had been on a boat more than half his life, and learned the meaning of hard work at an early age. Once he sets his mind to something, it's done. Like most of the inhabitants of Port Royal, he has a particular dislike of pirates.
History: His father had been a poor foot soldier and his mother was the daughter of a motel owner(she then inherited said motel). Shortly after retiring from the military, Fred's father died of an unknown sickness, which was guessed to have been only a cause of old age. The motel did not bring in sufficient income, and when Fredrick was 7 years of age, he was sent into town to become a fisherman's apprentice. Never having seen a pirate, he has only relied on the stories he's heard to give him a mutual understanding of the villains.
Other: Fredrick has a mother and a sister. They live just outside of Port Royal in their motel, which passer byers sometimes stop to rest at. He goes to work on the boat first thing in the morning and gets back home at dusk. Fred has herd stories of the infamous pirates Barbossa, Jack Sparrow, and Davey Jones but whether those stories are true, he does not know.
Roleplay Sample:
The sun roes over the horizon, signaling the start of yet another laborious day. Merchants, fishermen, and sailer's of all shapes and sizes were at the docks of Port Royal, following their daily routines as normal.
If there was anything more welcoming to Fredrick Christopher Matthews, it would have to be the call of the sea and the smell of the fishing boat that he practically grew up on.
Walking down the docking isle, he fiddled with the knife handle on the side of his belt. He ran his finger over wood where a rose was engraved.
Finally reaching his masters fishing boat, Fredrick saw that he was the first to get there; as usual. He took it upon himself to prepare the nets before Mr. Proctor arrived.
Once finishing this task, he sat down on the dock, feet hanging over the side. A few young ladies walked by, giggling and looking at him. Paying them no mind, Fredrick simply amused himself by looking over his fathers knife once more.
"Freddy, my dear boy!" came a voice behind him, startling him out of his day-dream.
Fredrick stood up to see his short, plump employer facing him with a cheesy smile on his face.
/It's FredRICK, not FredDY./ he thought to himself as he greeted Mr. Proctor with a smile and nod.
If there was anything he hated most, next to pirates, it was being called Freddy.
"Seeing as how you've got the nets ready, lets get to it." said Proctor, climbing onto the boat. Fred followed him, and untied the rope which held the small boat in place.
They set off for their usual fishing grounds, on the other side of Port Royal.
Recruited By:Wicked, I believe.
ooc|| Ehh, that intro was sucky.
