- Writing Levels
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Genres
- Fantasy, Sci-Fi, Magical.
Stands at about 6'0 and weighs at about 14 stones (90kg or almost 200lbs)
(Hat should be a tricorne)
Name: Former Officer Michael McClain
Nickname: Officer McFuckOff if mention his eye...or his past in the navy...or take his scotch.
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Position in the Crew: Master Gunner
Preferred Weapon(s): If you were to go up to him up close at a pub he'd have his knuckledusters if he wasn't intending to kill you. Were he to intend to kill you, he'd use his naval cutlass and german boarding axe gun. Were he to to be of longer range, he would use whatever gun he would carry, which usually consists of his boarding axe musket and six different flintlock pistols along with another which has an ivory grip and four barrels. Otherwise he would use a full musket or a swivel cannon...or a hand mortar.
About Me: Michael Mclain was born in the motherland of England to a Scottish father and an English mother, a product of a tryst and was actually rather close to have never been born. However both his parents were at least somewhat religious...at least religious enough as not to kill an unborn child. So he lived on and mostly with his mother though she named him after his father and his family, Michael McClain.
His mother's family were bakers while his father's family were butchers and pub owners and their religious beliefs were somewhat strained by having him around as they sort of switched around with raising him until his father's family demanded to have him as they found his English family be not a good influence which was sort of hypocritical.
He was raised by his Scottish family until he was twelve which was the time he got into a bit of trouble, managing to just get out of being flogged and harshly punished by the higher English aristocracy but as a kid he eventually found himself in the harbor where he got himself on a ship. He was twelve after all and he needed to earn some farthings. That was his first outing in the king's navy.
Years went by as he became a member of the king's navy from a lowly cabin boy to an actual crew member manning the cannons against England's enemies all up until he became an officer on a prestigious ship. He dreamed of becoming a captain of his own man'o'war as he reached his officer status at the age of twenty-four. Things seemed to be going well with the Scotsman though he had a rival by the name of Henry Bristol, a nobleman who mostly bought his way to the status of officer with his family's money and their social status. They were never on the same page as Bristol knew of McClain's background as a rather lowly commoner with no social status in the higher classes.
During a certain winter, during shore leave in the new frontier of southern america where their ship was tasked to guard a trade ship from pirates did McClain's entire life turn upside down. Both drunk, Bristol decided to yet again take a jab at McClain and how he would never progress further in the navy, if not be demoted into a cabin boy yet again. That had been the last straw and he struck Bristol...with a bottle of rum. IT did not knock him out but it was a close call and the other man drew his pistol and attempted to fire. McClain was already close to throw another strike with his knuckleduster but as Bristol fired, Michael was so close to the flintlock mechanism that the burst of powder went straight into his eye. His punch maintained its strength however and he punched Bristol square in the mouth, breaking off his front teeth, lower and upper row.
McClain was drunk but he still maintained some sense as not to be anywhere near there. Bristol's family had way to high of standing for McClain to even hope to get a fair trial so he ran.
Years later he'd find himself on a pirate ship, resentful of the system of the England aristocracy and Bristol, keeping his gunnery skills honed. Though half blinded, he practiced through for years to be an accurate shot.
Strengths: Excellent fighter and marksman. Hearty sailor with a passion for naval warfare. A fair bit of education as he is actually literate and knows French. Will be the first to rouse the mates to get ready for a tussle.
Weaknesses: Mighty short temper, half blind. Cares little for when the rum is gone for his drinks scotch. Not exactly the most social when alone in a room with him.
Other: He is left handed and wears a dyed black english naval officer uniform.
"Fuck off while I drink"
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