Okay we got two gentlemen that need introducing here. I had a friend who was supposed to be joining us to play Alistair but I'm not sure if he has time so I'll describe him and if said friend is still interested in getting on board (no pun intended) I'm sure that won't be a problem.

First, your doctor.

Name: Marlow Stone

Age: Late Twenties

Appearance: Winding his way from a jungle tribe somewhere in Southern Hexworth, he has inheritted the unique appearance of his people. He is tall, muscular, black man. Dreadlocks hang about his shoulders freely, framing a face that is kind, insightful and introverted. His dark eyes, seem to run deep down into the depths of a soul of both pain and benevolence. Rarely does his smile flash across his face but when it does, it starts with brilliant gleam in the eyes and spreads to a face transformed by genuine joy. He is broad-shouldered and built leanly, scars and marks are mapped out over the muscle-riddled body. His enormous hands when clenched seem like the ends of maces, knuckles spike out and speak of their many acquaintances with men's faces. But, when spread out, these fists became hands delicate and nimble with slender fingers. From afar Marlow may appear as any other warrior who has tossed his braun into battle and emerged with the muscles and the marks to show it, but on closer inspection there is an intelligence and gentleness.

Distinguishing Marks: Where his neck meets his back, the tattoo of a skull with darts flashing out of it like the rays of the sun has been etched into his skin in bold white. Aside from this, he marks are only the natural scars of battle and life in the wilderness, some whisper secrets more intriguing but few other than Alistair know their stories.

Attire: The garb Marlow clothes himself in is simple and flexible. Brown cotton slacks, cut off below the knee and rolled neatly up above it hang around his waste. From his shoulders beige and tan shirts hang, the sleeves hang just past his elbows but are often rolled up so he can engage in the average dirty work of deck swab - despite being the ship's doctor when no one is facing ailment he heads out and helps wherever a hand is needed. The shirt is cut midway down his chest and hangs open with loose cotton strings to tie it up tighter. His feet are often found in sandals with leather straps tightly secured around from the heel to the toe. In cold weather he can be seen with the same slacks that haven't been cut into shorts, tucked into tall leather boots and a formidable jacket made from some heavy fur of a wild cat Marlow cut down himself. Around his forearms at all times are hard leather bracers that wrap up around his hand, allowing his fingers to poke out freely. They seem inconsequential, if odd, until witnessed in use. When Marlow presses the inside of his wrists together blades spring out from the bracers at the back of his hand, offering him punching daggers to fight with, for those who have seen them in use it is a brutal, dazzling spectacle. With devastating speed and force the steel flashes to all places at once parrying, jabbing, slashing and feinting, originally a simple bare-knuckle boxer, the addition of the daggers turned his already intimidating skill into a terrifying weapon.

Possessions: Marlow's a simple man, he has some small books, a journal, his clothes and the daggers, aside from these possessions to his name he also has amassed a decent collection of medical supplies and utensils for the Moon over the time that he's sailed with them and now is very capable of dealing with most illnesses and injuries of any level of seriousness.

Bio: What the crew knows of Marlow and Alistair, for they come hand in hand, is very little. It is known that the two men emerged from some tribe of unfamiliar accents and foreign rituals, buried somewhere in a small tropical domain in Hexworth. Marlow clearly has a fine blend of tribal remedies and medical techniques that he's sorted out himself to most effectively treat people. In fact, often times people are left astounded at how rapidly he is capable of curing his patients. It is obvious he went to school somewhere, though he's never been clear even of that. What is known is that one day in Freeport Marlow came to Jericho with Alistair, they were hooded and anxious to escape the city out onto the high seas. He offered his skill as a medic, Alistair promising to work hard and keep out of peoples way. Whether this was enough for Jericho or he recognized both a goodness and a desperation that he'd seen in other places before, perhaps even in a mirror on occassion, only the Captain can tell.

Darn, that's all I have time to write right now but there will be more soon, I promise!!!

-Dragonblood

Looking forward to the rest DB. Definitely an intriguing character so far...

Great posts by YeOlde and Lady D have been tacked on to the game thread, too, I see... Thank you... Love to see this thing inspiring such yummylicious reads.

I'll have one for Jericho up soon.

... deckplans for the forecastle and sterncastle have been posted on the first page of the Q&A.

RL happened and I'll be getting all my updating of Khash done tomorrow during my break.

On a plus the above note made me realize that I have my own cabin, aha, which I'd completely forgotten about/disregarded

Fear not. the first mate will be active soon!

Edit: thanks for the comforting words Celeste!

No worries, T_O. Like Eol said, we're all kinda easing into this. RL always always comes first. Can't wait for Khash to make an appearance when he does!

i've been making mad word-love to this post and when it's finished... BOOM baby! Instant awesome!

mad word love for the win.

Or is that just you?



"Mad word-love" = +1

Can't wait to read Eol's post! (*cough*finally*cough*)

Hope i didn't overstep in introducing Colin and the Scary Monkey Man.

...could I sweet talk you into rolling the "timestamp" back to early afternoon, though? I plan on having Jericho and company show up at the Hook closer to noon-time.

Absolutely, O Captain, My Captain!

Now I am craving Ben & Jerry's Chunky Monkey ice cream...

Edit: Done!

Hooray! Nice third post, Lady D! Adorkable

Get back to you tomorrow. got hit up with inter-department struggles today. we have a class with no professor... and the department is lacking its advisors (not back yet) and secretary (on surgery leave). All I need is the time to write.

my sincerest apologies
Edit. ease cap'n. just worn out tonight. back ta ship shape come sunrise.

As Captain, I sorely protest!

RL is but a swab what can serve as a meat shield when th' enemy's stormin' our broadsides an'... Oh.... never mind... I know how RL bites, sometimes....

Best wishes and a speedy return mate. Want I should NPC Khash through this next bit?

Edit: Aye aye, matey. Just makin' sure ye know I'd float ye... Glad tae have ye aboard.

snagged time during school to write but had no wifi for some reason. extended khash's post. grabbing something to munch on and coming back to update my stuff for the collab