[Bio] Patrick Murdoch
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Name : Patrick Murdoch
Epithet : Captain
Age : 60
Height : 5'5'' / 165 cm
Weight : 180 lbs. / 82 kg
Species/Tribe : Human
Faction : Pirate
Marine Rank : Former Captain
Crew Role : Navigator
Balance : [ber] 50,000
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[Bio] Patrick Murdoch
Wed Sep 22, 2021 1:14 pm
Patrick Murdoch
Basic Character Information
Starting Bonus: Child of Destiny | [Starting Bonus Roll]
First Name: Patrick
Middle Name/Initial: -
Last Name: Murdoch
Epithet: Captain
Birthdate: December 17th, 1769
Gender: Male
Species/Race/Tribe: Human
Faction: Pirate
Profession: Navigator - Having traveled the world and its many drinking holes, Patrick knows his way around populated islands and open seas.
Helmsman (traditional ships) - As a captain with years of experience under his belt, he has the skills to steer most boats safely. They translate poorly to flying contraptions, however.
Informant - Ol’ Paddy is a popular figure around many circles, some less honest than others. He tends to always know a guy who knows a guy.
Physical Appearance
Height: 5'5'' / 165 cm
Weight: 180 lbs. / 82 kg
Hair Style: Thick and straight strands, reminiscent of a deck brush
Hair Color: Straw Blond
Eye Color: Dirty brown
Scars: A couple of old, ugly stab wounds on his gut.
Clothing and Accessories: Patrick prefers comfort and warmth over flash and flair. His closet mostly has loose-fitting shirts and basic jeans. Often he adds a warm vest or even a thick coat. Boots and other sturdy, water-resistant shoes keep his feet dry. The colors are kept subdued and earthen, ranging from various browns to grays and blues. His favorite vest is the only exception, adding a splash of red on the palette.
By far the most important part of Cap’n Paddy’s attire is his hat, a white peaked cap with a navy-colored visor. It’s clearly styled after the ones worn by Navy officers. Instead of a seagull, however, his emblem is a whale tail rising from water.
Description: Built like a barrel with limbs, Patrick is a stout man with thick legs and strong arms. While not quite obese, he does have plenty of meat on his bones and not all of it muscle. He carries himself with a slight hunch, on the account of his bad back. All of this together makes his silhouette rather soft and round. As a distinct detail, the scent of old whiskey follows him like terrible cologne.
Time has left distinct marks on the man’s face. He has his fair share of wrinkles and noticeable crow’s feet, though his bushy beard covers much. A matching moustache hides his mouth most of the time. When seen, his broad smile is missing several teeth from both rows. Too many bar fights have left his nose wide and flat, like it was squished between two bricks. Heavy drinking tends to leave it red and swollen.
Ol’ Paddy’s voice matches his burly frame. It’s deep and hoarse, rumbling like a bunch of rocks at the bottom of a booze barrel. When drunk, he has a habit of slurring his words together, making incoherent word vomit.
The Past
Main Traits:
Grumpy
Wise
Tired
Shameless
Foul-mouthed
Likes:
Sailing
Booze
Wenches
Fatty foods
Sea shanties
Dislikes:
Silence
Idealists
Nitpickers
Hangovers
Rabbit food
Unique laugh: Brhmbrhmbrhm~ / Bruwhawhawhaw~!
Hometown: Cocoyashi Village, Conomi Islands
Personality: Grumpy and foul-mouthed, Patrick is a salty seadog to the core. Beneath the surly exterior, however, is an experienced and surprisingly wise veteran. He’ll share his wisdom with anyone willing to lend an ear. Having seen both the beautiful and the ugly sides of the world has given him a certain perspective on things.
...Unfortunately said perspective is him peering through the bottom of a booze bottle. Seeing young folks around him get hung up on menial bullshit has left him perpetually tired and snarky. He is content to just sit on the sidelines and drink, while laughing at a world that’s going to hell.
And speaking of drinking...
When Ol’ Paddy gets drunk, which is all too often, his best and worst qualities are amplified. His wisdom, if one can call it that, flows out like word vomit. Rarely do his slurred ramblings have any point. He also cheers up, somewhat, finding the morbidly humorous side in just about anything.
Patrick’s greatest flaw, aside from the obvious drinking problem, is his shameless nature. He is simply past the point of caring. This mainly manifests as inappropriate comments and behavior, especially towards the opposite gender. He is willing to risk a slap in the face or worse in order to grab an eyeful or handful. Every time he insists it’s worth it.
In many ways, the old-timer is a hedonist. Just as he loves drinking, he also loves eating. The word moderation doesn’t have a place in his vocabulary, as he seeks to drown his sorrows and bury his pains. In short, he is here for a good time, not a long time.
Deep down, past many layers of denial, the old sailor wishes to sail the faraway seas once more. He is still bitter about how his career ended. Despite insisting he's retired and over it, he not-so-secretly longs for one last grand adventure.
- History:
Born to a long line of sailors, Patrick Murdoch’s life and career were set from the start. Unsurprisingly, most of his early years were spent aboard ships, traveling the world. His father was the captain of a merchant ship and her mother the navigator. From them, he inherited everything.
Young Paddy found friends at every port he visited. His lively nature and penchant for telling stories made him popular at any tavern or campfire. What he lacked in formal education he made up with worldly experiences. Having a sharp wit also helped.
As soon as the young sailor reached the tender age of eighteen, he enlisted in the Navy. Being able to help people while sailing the world was the ideal job. His parents were naturally very proud. Their boy was following the family traditions.
The boy spent the next decade -and then some- sailing the seas, growing stronger and wiser along the way. He started off modest, a recruit like any other. With each mission, he proved his talents for navigating and punching troublemakers. Promotions were slow, but steady.
At the age of thirty-eight, Patrick finally earned the right to wear the Captain’s cap. Along with it came his very own ship and crew. For the next ten years, he sailed to his own whims. During his adventures, he found friends in every Marine base and a lover at every port. He considered it the peak of his career.
How horribly right he was...
Being a soldier isn’t all sunshine and rainbows. Years of sailing and brawling wear down even the strongest men. All it takes is one slip up... A particularly violent arrest gone wrong left Patrick a broken man. He was injured badly after an unfortunate encounter with a Kuja and her giant boa constrictor. His back never quite healed right.
About a year after the incident, the wounded sailor was forced to retire. It became painfully apparent that his injury made him unsuited for active duty. He also vehemently refused any paper pushing jobs. His superiors were left with little choice.
While officially it was an honorable discharge with all the associated benefits, unofficially he didn’t take the order all that well. Sailing the seas had been his entire life. Losing his crew and ship meant losing everything that made him happy. Thus he took to drinking and eating, in a futile attempt to fill the void.
A couple of years passed in a booze-stained blur. When the shattered sailor eventually sobered up, he found himself back on the Conomi Islands. There he settled down, having little options or motivation to do anything else. A sad, little apartment near the harbor became the place where he slept, while the local tavern became his home.
It has been exactly ten years since the forced retirement. Nowadays, Patrick spends his time drinking and sharing stories. Every now and then he hitches a ride with old friends, visiting other islands and their taverns, but remains in the safety of East Blue. Little does he know that fate is about to drag him out of retirement.
- Gray
[tracker=/t131-tracker-gray-starks#504]
Name : Gray
Epithet : "The Conqueror"; "Black Fist"
Age : 49
Height : 10'2" (310 cm)
Weight : 1043 lbs (473 kg)
Species/Tribe : Cyborg Human
Faction : Pirate
World Position : Lurking Legend (Former Yonkou)
Crew : Black Fist Pirates (Destroyed)
Ship : Sangria's Vane (Destroyed)
Crew Role : Captain (Former)
Devil Fruit : Pressure-Pressure Fruit
Bounty : [ber=r] 5,000,000,000
EXP Bonus : +0.20 (to all allies)
Income Bonus : +0.20
Shop Discount : -30%
Balance : [bel] 25,000,000,000
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Re: [Bio] Patrick Murdoch
Tue Sep 28, 2021 1:22 pm
Hah! Love that Cap'n Paddy's adventure got cut short by an unwholesome encounter with a Kuja warrior.
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Patrick Murdoch wrote:Patrick Murdoch
Basic Character Information
Starting Bonus: Child of Destiny | [Starting Bonus Roll]
First Name: Patrick
Middle Name/Initial: -
Last Name: Murdoch
Epithet: Captain
Birthdate: December 17th, 1769
Gender: Male
Species/Race/Tribe: Human
Faction: Pirate
Profession: Navigator - Having traveled the world and its many drinking holes, Patrick knows his way around populated islands and open seas.
Helmsman (traditional ships) - As a captain with years of experience under his belt, he has the skills to steer most boats safely. They translate poorly to flying contraptions, however.
Informant - Ol’ Paddy is a popular figure around many circles, some less honest than others. He tends to always know a guy who knows a guy.
Physical Appearance
Height: 5'5'' / 165 cm
Weight: 180 lbs. / 82 kg
Hair Style: Thick and straight strands, reminiscent of a deck brush
Hair Color: Straw Blond
Eye Color: Dirty brown
Scars: A couple of old, ugly stab wounds on his gut.
Clothing and Accessories: Patrick prefers comfort and warmth over flash and flair. His closet mostly has loose-fitting shirts and basic jeans. Often he adds a warm vest or even a thick coat. Boots and other sturdy, water-resistant shoes keep his feet dry. The colors are kept subdued and earthen, ranging from various browns to grays and blues. His favorite vest is the only exception, adding a splash of red on the palette.
By far the most important part of Cap’n Paddy’s attire is his hat, a white peaked cap with a navy-colored visor. It’s clearly styled after the ones worn by Navy officers. Instead of a seagull, however, his emblem is a whale tail rising from water.
Description: Built like a barrel with limbs, Patrick is a stout man with thick legs and strong arms. While not quite obese, he does have plenty of meat on his bones and not all of it muscle. He carries himself with a slight hunch, on the account of his bad back. All of this together makes his silhouette rather soft and round. As a distinct detail, the scent of old whiskey follows him like terrible cologne.
Time has left distinct marks on the man’s face. He has his fair share of wrinkles and noticeable crow’s feet, though his bushy beard covers much. A matching moustache hides his mouth most of the time. When seen, his broad smile is missing several teeth from both rows. Too many bar fights have left his nose wide and flat, like it was squished between two bricks. Heavy drinking tends to leave it red and swollen.
Ol’ Paddy’s voice matches his burly frame. It’s deep and hoarse, rumbling like a bunch of rocks at the bottom of a booze barrel. When drunk, he has a habit of slurring his words together, making incoherent word vomit.
The Past
Main Traits:
Grumpy
Wise
Tired
Shameless
Foul-mouthed
Likes:
Sailing
Booze
Wenches
Fatty foods
Sea shanties
Dislikes:
Silence
Idealists
Nitpickers
Hangovers
Rabbit food
Unique laugh: Brhmbrhmbrhm~ / Bruwhawhawhaw~!
Hometown: Cocoyashi Village, Conomi Islands
Personality: Grumpy and foul-mouthed, Patrick is a salty seadog to the core. Beneath the surly exterior, however, is an experienced and surprisingly wise veteran. He’ll share his wisdom with anyone willing to lend an ear. Having seen both the beautiful and the ugly sides of the world has given him a certain perspective on things.
...Unfortunately said perspective is him peering through the bottom of a booze bottle. Seeing young folks around him get hung up on menial bullshit has left him perpetually tired and snarky. He is content to just sit on the sidelines and drink, while laughing at a world that’s going to hell.
And speaking of drinking...
When Ol’ Paddy gets drunk, which is all too often, his best and worst qualities are amplified. His wisdom, if one can call it that, flows out like word vomit. Rarely do his slurred ramblings have any point. He also cheers up, somewhat, finding the morbidly humorous side in just about anything.
Patrick’s greatest flaw, aside from the obvious drinking problem, is his shameless nature. He is simply past the point of caring. This mainly manifests as inappropriate comments and behavior, especially towards the opposite gender. He is willing to risk a slap in the face or worse in order to grab an eyeful or handful. Every time he insists it’s worth it.
In many ways, the old-timer is a hedonist. Just as he loves drinking, he also loves eating. The word moderation doesn’t have a place in his vocabulary, as he seeks to drown his sorrows and bury his pains. In short, he is here for a good time, not a long time.
Deep down, past many layers of denial, the old sailor wishes to sail the faraway seas once more. He is still bitter about how his career ended. Despite insisting he's retired and over it, he not-so-secretly longs for one last grand adventure.
- History:
Born to a long line of sailors, Patrick Murdoch’s life and career were set from the start. Unsurprisingly, most of his early years were spent aboard ships, traveling the world. His father was the captain of a merchant ship and her mother the navigator. From them, he inherited everything.
Young Paddy found friends at every port he visited. His lively nature and penchant for telling stories made him popular at any tavern or campfire. What he lacked in formal education he made up with worldly experiences. Having a sharp wit also helped.
As soon as the young sailor reached the tender age of eighteen, he enlisted in the Navy. Being able to help people while sailing the world was the ideal job. His parents were naturally very proud. Their boy was following the family traditions.
The boy spent the next decade -and then some- sailing the seas, growing stronger and wiser along the way. He started off modest, a recruit like any other. With each mission, he proved his talents for navigating and punching troublemakers. Promotions were slow, but steady.
At the age of thirty-eight, Patrick finally earned the right to wear the Captain’s cap. Along with it came his very own ship and crew. For the next ten years, he sailed to his own whims. During his adventures, he found friends in every Marine base and a lover at every port. He considered it the peak of his career.
How horribly right he was...
Being a soldier isn’t all sunshine and rainbows. Years of sailing and brawling wear down even the strongest men. All it takes is one slip up... A particularly violent arrest gone wrong left Patrick a broken man. He was injured badly after an unfortunate encounter with a Kuja and her giant boa constrictor. His back never quite healed right.
About a year after the incident, the wounded sailor was forced to retire. It became painfully apparent that his injury made him unsuited for active duty. He also vehemently refused any paper pushing jobs. His superiors were left with little choice.
While officially it was an honorable discharge with all the associated benefits, unofficially he didn’t take the order all that well. Sailing the seas had been his entire life. Losing his crew and ship meant losing everything that made him happy. Thus he took to drinking and eating, in a futile attempt to fill the void.
A couple of years passed in a booze-stained blur. When the shattered sailor eventually sobered up, he found himself back on the Conomi Islands. There he settled down, having little options or motivation to do anything else. A sad, little apartment near the harbor became the place where he slept, while the local tavern became his home.
It has been exactly ten years since the forced retirement. Nowadays, Patrick spends his time drinking and sharing stories. Every now and then he hitches a ride with old friends, visiting other islands and their taverns, but remains in the safety of East Blue. Little does he know that fate is about to drag him out of retirement.
- Gray
[tracker=/t131-tracker-gray-starks#504]
Name : Gray
Epithet : "The Conqueror"; "Black Fist"
Age : 49
Height : 10'2" (310 cm)
Weight : 1043 lbs (473 kg)
Species/Tribe : Cyborg Human
Faction : Pirate
World Position : Lurking Legend (Former Yonkou)
Crew : Black Fist Pirates (Destroyed)
Ship : Sangria's Vane (Destroyed)
Crew Role : Captain (Former)
Devil Fruit : Pressure-Pressure Fruit
Bounty : [ber=r] 5,000,000,000
EXP Bonus : +0.20 (to all allies)
Income Bonus : +0.20
Shop Discount : -30%
Balance : [bel] 25,000,000,000
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Posts : 3991
Re: [Bio] Patrick Murdoch
Tue Sep 28, 2021 2:02 pm
Approved!
Patrick Murdoch wrote:Patrick Murdoch
Basic Character Information
Starting Bonus: Child of Destiny | [Starting Bonus Roll]
First Name: Patrick
Middle Name/Initial: -
Last Name: Murdoch
Epithet: Captain
Birthdate: December 17th, 1769
Gender: Male
Species/Race/Tribe: Human
Faction: Pirate
Profession: Navigator - Having traveled the world and its many drinking holes, Patrick knows his way around populated islands and open seas.
Helmsman (traditional ships) - As a captain with years of experience under his belt, he has the skills to steer most boats safely. They translate poorly to flying contraptions, however.
Informant - Ol’ Paddy is a popular figure around many circles, some less honest than others. He tends to always know a guy who knows a guy.
Physical Appearance
Height: 5'5'' / 165 cm
Weight: 180 lbs. / 82 kg
Hair Style: Thick and straight strands, reminiscent of a deck brush
Hair Color: Straw Blond
Eye Color: Dirty brown
Scars: A couple of old, ugly stab wounds on his gut.
Clothing and Accessories: Patrick prefers comfort and warmth over flash and flair. His closet mostly has loose-fitting shirts and basic jeans. Often he adds a warm vest or even a thick coat. Boots and other sturdy, water-resistant shoes keep his feet dry. The colors are kept subdued and earthen, ranging from various browns to grays and blues. His favorite vest is the only exception, adding a splash of red on the palette.
By far the most important part of Cap’n Paddy’s attire is his hat, a white peaked cap with a navy-colored visor. It’s clearly styled after the ones worn by Navy officers. Instead of a seagull, however, his emblem is a whale tail rising from water.
Description: Built like a barrel with limbs, Patrick is a stout man with thick legs and strong arms. While not quite obese, he does have plenty of meat on his bones and not all of it muscle. He carries himself with a slight hunch, on the account of his bad back. All of this together makes his silhouette rather soft and round. As a distinct detail, the scent of old whiskey follows him like terrible cologne.
Time has left distinct marks on the man’s face. He has his fair share of wrinkles and noticeable crow’s feet, though his bushy beard covers much. A matching moustache hides his mouth most of the time. When seen, his broad smile is missing several teeth from both rows. Too many bar fights have left his nose wide and flat, like it was squished between two bricks. Heavy drinking tends to leave it red and swollen.
Ol’ Paddy’s voice matches his burly frame. It’s deep and hoarse, rumbling like a bunch of rocks at the bottom of a booze barrel. When drunk, he has a habit of slurring his words together, making incoherent word vomit.
The Past
Main Traits:
Grumpy
Wise
Tired
Shameless
Foul-mouthed
Likes:
Sailing
Booze
Wenches
Fatty foods
Sea shanties
Dislikes:
Silence
Idealists
Nitpickers
Hangovers
Rabbit food
Unique laugh: Brhmbrhmbrhm~ / Bruwhawhawhaw~!
Hometown: Cocoyashi Village, Conomi Islands
Personality: Grumpy and foul-mouthed, Patrick is a salty seadog to the core. Beneath the surly exterior, however, is an experienced and surprisingly wise veteran. He’ll share his wisdom with anyone willing to lend an ear. Having seen both the beautiful and the ugly sides of the world has given him a certain perspective on things.
...Unfortunately said perspective is him peering through the bottom of a booze bottle. Seeing young folks around him get hung up on menial bullshit has left him perpetually tired and snarky. He is content to just sit on the sidelines and drink, while laughing at a world that’s going to hell.
And speaking of drinking...
When Ol’ Paddy gets drunk, which is all too often, his best and worst qualities are amplified. His wisdom, if one can call it that, flows out like word vomit. Rarely do his slurred ramblings have any point. He also cheers up, somewhat, finding the morbidly humorous side in just about anything.
Patrick’s greatest flaw, aside from the obvious drinking problem, is his shameless nature. He is simply past the point of caring. This mainly manifests as inappropriate comments and behavior, especially towards the opposite gender. He is willing to risk a slap in the face or worse in order to grab an eyeful or handful. Every time he insists it’s worth it.
In many ways, the old-timer is a hedonist. Just as he loves drinking, he also loves eating. The word moderation doesn’t have a place in his vocabulary, as he seeks to drown his sorrows and bury his pains. In short, he is here for a good time, not a long time.
Deep down, past many layers of denial, the old sailor wishes to sail the faraway seas once more. He is still bitter about how his career ended. Despite insisting he's retired and over it, he not-so-secretly longs for one last grand adventure.
- History:
Born to a long line of sailors, Patrick Murdoch’s life and career were set from the start. Unsurprisingly, most of his early years were spent aboard ships, traveling the world. His father was the captain of a merchant ship and her mother the navigator. From them, he inherited everything.
Young Paddy found friends at every port he visited. His lively nature and penchant for telling stories made him popular at any tavern or campfire. What he lacked in formal education he made up with worldly experiences. Having a sharp wit also helped.
As soon as the young sailor reached the tender age of eighteen, he enlisted in the Navy. Being able to help people while sailing the world was the ideal job. His parents were naturally very proud. Their boy was following the family traditions.
The boy spent the next decade -and then some- sailing the seas, growing stronger and wiser along the way. He started off modest, a recruit like any other. With each mission, he proved his talents for navigating and punching troublemakers. Promotions were slow, but steady.
At the age of thirty-eight, Patrick finally earned the right to wear the Captain’s cap. Along with it came his very own ship and crew. For the next ten years, he sailed to his own whims. During his adventures, he found friends in every Marine base and a lover at every port. He considered it the peak of his career.
How horribly right he was...
Being a soldier isn’t all sunshine and rainbows. Years of sailing and brawling wear down even the strongest men. All it takes is one slip up... A particularly violent arrest gone wrong left Patrick a broken man. He was injured badly after an unfortunate encounter with a Kuja and her giant boa constrictor. His back never quite healed right.
About a year after the incident, the wounded sailor was forced to retire. It became painfully apparent that his injury made him unsuited for active duty. He also vehemently refused any paper pushing jobs. His superiors were left with little choice.
While officially it was an honorable discharge with all the associated benefits, unofficially he didn’t take the order all that well. Sailing the seas had been his entire life. Losing his crew and ship meant losing everything that made him happy. Thus he took to drinking and eating, in a futile attempt to fill the void.
A couple of years passed in a booze-stained blur. When the shattered sailor eventually sobered up, he found himself back on the Conomi Islands. There he settled down, having little options or motivation to do anything else. A sad, little apartment near the harbor became the place where he slept, while the local tavern became his home.
It has been exactly ten years since the forced retirement. Nowadays, Patrick spends his time drinking and sharing stories. Every now and then he hitches a ride with old friends, visiting other islands and their taverns, but remains in the safety of East Blue. Little does he know that fate is about to drag him out of retirement.
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