George Longcloak

  • This young human is a sight to behold.
    Not necessarily because of his looks or size, nor indeed because of any abnormality to his person.
    What mostly draws the eye is the clothes he wears. Oversized, puffed and folded fabrics cover his upper body, while the tightness of his hosen is almost unseemly. Matched or mismatched, he parades in bright colours and expensive fabrics, slashed in patterns to reveal other equally colourful layers beneath, with a wide brimmed beret to match, you'd swear that thing provides enough shade for all his friends. Not to mention the feathers you're not sure there's a roc big enough to provide.
    Even when he wears the armour of the city's mariners, he insists on pushing the boundaries of the dresscode. Proudly wearing the city's colours, yes, and made to size, but they still sport the slashed patterns with the colour of his rank beneath.
    Despite all the frippery, he wears a simple enough amulet around his neck. An upright gauntlet made of steel, with an open eye.

    The halberd he was once famed for seems to be a thing of the past. He still can be seen carrying it around, but whatever the reason, he is rarely seen wielding it anymore.
    Even his trusted sidearm, the worn rapier, has been replaced as the years have passed.
    These days, his hip is adorned with a carrack sword, blackened in the tradition of sailors and near large enough to be wielded with two hands. Curiously, he also wears a second hilt on his hip which has no blade to it.
    The skull visor, rumoured to have been gifted to Death, has finally found a replacement in a helm of Defender design. Curiously, the design seems to be one that has not been popular in several decades.
    The painted shield, at least, has not changed. Still depicting an unnerving juxtaposition to his bright and vibrant clothing, as it consists of several undead dancing and making rude gestures at the opponents facing his shield.

    Height: 6'2/1.88m

    Weight: 220lbs/100kg, most of it is muscle, though he obviously eats for the next inevitable drawn out hunger campaign life decides to throw at him, keeping a pound or ten of reserves on him.

    Skin Tone: Fair. While he tans easily, there seems to be little enough of that, this far north.

    Skin Texture: He has scars in several places, from several fights. So too is there callous on his hands, and his face shows signs of long days outside, in the burning sun or the freezing cold. Blessedly, his face remains free of scars, though whether it is skill at arms or simply covering up and yelling "Not the face! Not the face!" remains to be seen.

    Tattoos: While he has kept his face, neck and hands clear of tattoos, those who find him in a state of undress will see several tattoos up and down his body. The motif mirrors the art on his shield; dancing, festive skeletons leading mortals, including some warriors dressed just like him, down the path towards the inevitable.
    The more recent ones depict those same skeletons leading almost familiar faces to grave danger; Endless black pits with grasping hands, demons in the Abyss, a creature that seems to consist of human faces on white snake bodies, and more.

    Above the danse macabre are the following words
    "Oh death, some would pray, won't you come for me another day?"
    The reply below the danse reads
    "The children pray, the preachers preach, but time and mercy is out of your reach."

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    Eyes: He has gray blue eyes, of a sort that give him a mirthful look, rather than a cold or dangerous one. This does not stop him from trying, however.

    Hair: His hair is the blond that darkens with age, having turned almost proper brown in his young adulthood, though streaks of blond remain, both in hair and beard. This colour and a faint curl become more obvious the longer it grows, though he rarely lets it grow past his ears.
    His beard, however, he lets grow long, styling it one way this week, another way the next, only to shave it off completely, if it strikes his fancy.

    Accent: Chondathan

    Lore categories: Engineering, Sailing, War

    The sword

    Mood Music
    Brisbane Harbour

    Starbuck's Complaint

    The King's Shilling


    The Wisp
    A new ship has appeared in the docks that sets itself apart from most ships in the Peltarch docks at a glance.
    It has neither the imposing silhouette of the war vessels owned by the city or private guilds, nor the unwieldy bulk of the merchant carracks, yet it is not a mere fishing boat.
    From the narrow, deep hull to the gaff rigging, this is a ship built to cut across the water at speed with a minimal crew, regardless what weather.
    The hull is painted in hues of grey and blue. The sails are likewise shades of grey. In darkness, rain or fog, this ship would be hard to spot indeed.
    The only embellishments on the outside of the ship are a pair of eyes painted on the ship's bow.
    The name "Wisp" is proudly displayed on an engraved and painted plaque. True to its name, the ship's sternlight has a haunting, bright blue colour.

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