Post by Ren Avery on Dec 2, 2012 16:22:52 GMT -6
NAME: Rendall Avery
NICKNAMES: Ren, Captain Ren, Captain Avery (he despises the name "Rendall")
GENDER: Male
AGE: Adult
SPECIES: Feline (Puma)
RANK: Captain
EYE COLOR: His left eye is a simple blue, while a conspicious scar replaces the other.
FUR COLOR: A russet color with a tan underbelly.
ELEMENTS: Ren can control and manipulate both Light Aether and Dark Water.
DESCRIPTION: Ren isn't particularly stunning, upholding the basic facade of a Puma. His fur can only withstand the tiresome russet color, with the exception of a lighter tone sprawled across his belly. His left eye is a light tone of blue, while his right eye is severely scathed and nonexistant (see history). He typically wears an eyepatch to overlay his rather painful blemish, but it does make him come across as "tough".
The "toughness" act is easily withdrawn after hearing Ren speak. While many captains have a strong, hearty, seaworthy voice, he has a more subtle and tranquil coo. Some find it seductive, while others find simply disgraceful. Nevertheless, he can still raise and lower his voice at will. It will echo throughout his ship, if he so desires.
What he lacks in glamour he makes up for in heart. Fortunately, his build is very stable. He has multiple muscles that should be acknowledged, with a few elemental tricks to support him. He has practically mastered Light Aether, and is able to predict and counter his opponent's attack all in the matter of a second.
PERSONALITY: While many females have a fetish for hefty, battered up cats, he has found that (through personal experience) they are more so attracted to those who can win a brawl. When in Motley, felines aimlessly picking fights are exceedingly common. If dragged into one, Ren requires little effort to put the intoxicated brute in their place. When not overseas, he feasts off the amusement and loot the ignorant souls provide.
To be more specific, Ren absolutely adores trickery. Although he leads an influential crew, some druken stranger always manages to let his being slip their mind. If all else fails, he may slide on a poorly assembled disguise. He has acquired a fair amount of money, but the experience is priceless. Besdies, the amusement never falters.
Towards both the commoners and The Council, Ren is a cat of very few words. He has little input when The Council convenes, and hardly glances at the citizens of Motley. He only exposes his personality to his crew. Obviously being the cats he can relate with, he emits both friendly conversations and direct orders while in their presence.
Almost on the contrary, Ren is a tenacious individual, only yielding when it is essential. "Act as though you are invincible. If you die, let it be a surprise." While he does not let this idea corrupt his mind, it does allow him to take necessary risks that others may back away from.
Through the public eye, he is a reserved cougar with a quick blade and an even quicker ship. Few are able to comprehend his expertise in combat, and those that can have never outmatched it. Anyone would be honored to be drafted into his crew, but only the most endowed cats are chosen.
HISTORY: Ren's childhood is more or less interesting. His parents were members of The Whispered Demise, and are likely dead. Not that it matters - he was neglected as a cub and dropped in an orphanage. The reason remains unclear, but he's fairly certain that his being was a romantic rendezvous gone bad. Nevertheless, they probably had some pity in their blackened hearts, for they left him a single blade. It wasn't much - It was riddled rust, and eventually traded in for coins. Still, it served as the twilight of his career.
He slashed, swiped, and scathed every inanimate object he could. As you can imagine, he got a good amount of practice. He tested new techniques, dodges, and defenses. He apparently caught someone's attention, because he was admitted to a small, informal crew. While being a Cabin Cub was his duty, he often found himself admiring the Captain and his ability to control. When he became of age, he was promoted to Swashbuckler. He got into very few fights, and dominated the opponent each time. Realizing that he wasn't using his ability to its full and foremost glory, he resigned from his position and roamed the poverty-striken streets of Motley once again.
It wasn't very difficult for him to find yet another crew. They scanned the seas for unclaimed treasure, and demolished any and all obstacles in their path. He achieved friendship with many fellow swashbucklers.
In the midst of his young adulthood, a tradegy occured. A ship of higher influence launched an onslaught on theirs. Although he fought to the best of his abilities, the massive crew cut them clean in half. Ren, of course, found himself driving his blade into the captain's throat. It was far too bold for a mere swashbuckler. A moment later, his eye was tumbling along the deck. He assumed it was the 1st Mate's doing, but the whole crew had charged at him. How he escaped is still a mystery. He flung himself over the railing, and sunk to the bottom of the sea.
He was rescued by a fisherman a few days later. Ren couldn't recollect any memories, but apparently he was floating on the remains of his ship. Other members were taken hostage, and he later found that they successfully escaped.
Here he realized he was much more than a simple swashbuckler. He did, in fact, gain the ability to preform light aether. He was less adept at it than he would prefer, but he used it all to his advantage. He took multiple teachings with similar cats, and began to get the hang of things. He gradually gained mastery of the element in record-breaking time. He then decided to study the dark water element, and became slightly proficient in that field as well.
A few years later, he was back at Motley for no said reason with a newfound scar and a deteriorated personality. He picked fights, found fights, and almost always won. Perhaps it was luck, but in the matter of months he reunited with several old crew members. They bound together like a hoard of puppies. It was Ren who suggested they form a crew. Because of his excessive talent, they nominated him as Captain.
It took many, many years for him to become as influential as he is today. Unlike other influential crews, he was the captain that started from scratch and worked his way up. By the time he was asked to join The Council, he was well into his adulthood.
EQUIPMENT:
Eyepatch: As stated before, Ren wears an eyepatch to shield his scar.
Leather strap: Ren has a leather strap coiled around his left leg. It holds numerous bullets and a sheathe for his sword.
Sword: Carefully placed in his strap, this thin blade has been all but friendly towards the unfortunate souls who've been on the other end of it.
Daggers: As an expert swashbuckler, Ren prefers to have a number of blades at hand. He carries two short daggers, usually tucked into his leather strap or stowed away in his hat. Always have an alternative.
Captain's hat: It is only custom for a captain to have an exotic, one-of-a-kind hat while commanding his ship and crew. Used as a trademark for dominance, very few cats pick fights with captains. Perhaps that's why he rarely wears it while stumbling through a village. Nevertheless, his hat is a very soft black with a vibrant blue feather poking out of the top.
Pistol: This gun rarely aids him on his journeys. It remains in the captain's quarters, gathering dust in a discarded drawer. He could get a fair price for it on the black market, but he keeps it in case of emergency. He always has fresh bullets in his leather strap - if he ever gets the chance to use 'em.
The Barracuda: Swift and slender, The Barracuda roams the mighty seas in style. Although it is one of the smaller ships docked in Motley, it can pack an equally heavy punch. It is well equipped with cannons, firearms, crossbows, and an especially talented crew. Anyone who falls into the watery depths below is sure to encounter a fatal surprise. Because of Ren's second element, a swarm of various sharks envelope the ship on its journeys.
RELATIONSHIPS:
Arland: Ah, yes. A very articulate fellow. He has that undoubtful "way with words." I find myself telling many members of my crew to do things for me - yet, I pick on him more than others. Although, I may be biased. Besided being my 1st Mate, Arland is a very dear friend of mine; and you don't hear me using that word often. I couldn't imagine the Barracuda being the same without him.
Ivonne: What, the Cabin Cub? She's helpful when it comes to doing things nobody else wants to do.
... Now that I think about it, she's very handy with a sword. Or was it a gun? I can't remember. I know she fought at some point, and didn't kill herself in the process. Yeah, she has the makings of a Swashbuckler. But, for now, she's still a Cabin Cub.
