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[Kendall Roy]

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[Kendall Roy]

Basic Information:

Name:Captain Sebastian Nathaniel Hamilton
Face Claim:Garrett Hedlund
Voice Claim:
Accent:Posh British but fading slightly
Age:20
Sexuality:Closeted Homosexual
Marital Status:Single
Nationality:English,British
Hometown:London
Current Residence:N/A
Occupation:Pirate
Talents/Skills:Fighting(hand to hand,various guns,swords)
Siblings:Older sister - Georgina (29) Younger sister - Rosalind (17)
Parents:Robert and Katherine (Cooke) Hamilton


Personality:

Courteous: Generally
Risk-Taking: Always
Ambitious: Mostly
Curious: Mostly
Self-Controlled: Rarely
Nurturing: Generally
Trusting: Generally??
Honest: Mostly
Loyal: Generally
Affectionate: Sometimes
Romantic:
Flirty:
Sympathetic: Sometimes
Negative: Debatable
Observant: Mostly
Logical: Always
Social: Somewhat
Emotions: Fairly controlled


Physical Characteristics:

Height:6ft
Weight:10 stone
Race:White British
Eye Color:Light blue
Hair Color:Brown blonde
Skin color:White
Distinguishing features:many scars across his back,knuckles,two facial scars (across the bridge of his nose and right eye brow,both thin and fading)
How does he dress?http://briellecostumes.typepad.com/.a/6a0134804df3cb970c01bb098d586a970d-500wiBut with a white shirt and a dark red belt
Mannerisms:Fidgits a great deal and can't really stand or sit still
Habits: (smoking, drinking etc.)Drinks a lot ('cause hey he's a pirate)
Health:Good but he doesn't real eat a great deal or get enough sleep
Hobbies:Reading
Greatest flaw:Recklessness
Best quality:Determination


Intellectual/Mental/Personality Attributes and Attitudes

Educational Background:Went to Eaton
Intelligence Level:High.
Any Mental Illnesses?PTSD
Character's short-term goals in life:
Character's long-term goals in life:
How does Character see himself/herself?A monster
How does Character believe he/she is perceived by others?A monster
How self-confident is the character?Quite,to some extent

History:
WIP

[Talon the Mad King]

name;william horatio pellew II.
age; twenty-one.
gender; male.
role; captain.
sexuality; homosexual.

hair; long and soft. dark brown.
eyes; chocolate brown.
outfit; captain's best uniform.
body type; tall (6'1). lean.
relations;tba.

personality;

❝hornblower worked as hard to conceal his human weaknesses as some men worked to conceal ignoble birth.❞ methodical, intelligent, feisty- all keywords to describe captain pellew's personality. he is the one to think before jumping into action, unlike many captains of other pirate vessels. he keeps himself and his ship to a strict working order. thinking logically and not caring as much for the enemy's feelings, he has tried to push down his human emotions for the benefit of the ship. however, on a quiet night, the captain can be seen with a book in hand and a rare smile on his face.

history;

his birth father was a quartermaster of a ship- he was known as william pellew and was the ruler of the atlantic. he came and visited his only son and wife often, telling of his ocean voyages and praising his son on his growth. every summer he would visit them, until william reached the age of fifteen and joined the fleet himself. he quickly rose through the ranks of midshipman, lieutenant, and then finally to captain.
Being assigned to the ship HMS Hartline, he took to the seas.

other;

he was a former captain in the british royal navy, and was inprisioned when he was wearing his best. He doesn't believe in any god or any magic, for he has a very logical mind. he has never been in a solid relationship, but he knows that he fancies men more then women. he is the son of William Horatio Pellew, a character in some of my other roleplays c:

[Kendall Roy]

C A P T A I N . H A M I L T O N

Captain Hamilton paced up and down the deck in front of his captives,the "lucky ones" that is the ones his crew had spared.
"Well.Well.Well.What do we have her?"He declared slightly mockingly and he continued to pace up and down in front of them.

Captain Hamilton was know for his ruthlessness,treating all his prisoners like objects showing no mercy,never any mercy.He scratched the back of his neck feeling the sweat,blood and sea water which was dripping slowly down his neck and back staining his usual crisp white shirt a dark crimson with blood and dirt.

He stopped in front of the Captain staring directly at the mans slightly bowed head.This was his counterpart,in another world they would be the same person.But here they were separated by vast political,moral and spiritual views.The world had treated them both very differently.

The Captain stood up straight once more.He pulled a hand through his sandy hair slicking it back with the salty sea spray that seemed as if it was permanently embedded in his skull.He cracked his knuckles in succession letting this action break the silence.
He honestly just wanted to go back to The Jackal and sit alone in his cabin and immerse himself in a book so he could attempt to forget about the monster he had become in twenty years of his life.In those twenty years he had given a great deal of pain and suffering into the world.And for what?

He shook his head violently trying to turn his thoughts back to the matter at hand.

"So..."He declared again."You're the boss around here?"He Stated slightly mockingly to the navy Captain in front of him.He looked around taking in his surroundings.His crew members stood littered around the Royal Navy vessel,wiping the remainders of the bloody massacre from their clothing.The Captain began to pick the dried blood for in between his nails as he waited for the Navy Captain to respond.

[Talon the Mad King]

william horatio pellew II-

the sky mocked him. tantalizingly blue and without a cloud in sight. with the wind quietly blowing, it was a perfect time to sail.

this wasn't according to plan. he was actually on his way back to England from Panama after a few run-ins with some Spaniards there. when he reached his homely shores, he would get his ship repaired and then possibly upgraded from a fratigue to a 24 cannon ship. stopping in an unmanned port to repair the main masthead before his meeting with the Admiral, his ship was boarded and a fight broke out. a losing fight.

now he was resting back on his haunches with his hands tied to his back with rope from his own ship. blood stained his breeches, none of it being his own. a slash had torn through his captain's coat at the breast, one of the epullets broken off in the fighting. a slash above his eye was bleeding generously onto his face and his shirt, and the cold feeling of dread filled the pit of his stomach.

the cocked hat had been abashed to the ground next to him, and the only thing that remained on him to show his status was his sword with the gleaming gold hilt, which was now caked in blood. it rested in it's holster on his hip, digging awkwardly into his ribs.

with a small glance to either side, he noted that there was only a few of his crew remaining: midshipmen smith and barbara-the latter of which was groaning on the deck due to a shot to his abdomen- the surgeon bush, and his first lieutenant kennedy. kennedy was at his side, head slumped over to his breast. he was knocked out in the fighting, to the worry of william, but seemed to be doing alright.

"Captain William Pellew II of the HMS Hartline of His Majesty's Navy." He recieted, looking up at the pirate captain in front of him. william showed no fear or rage, but just wore a mask of indifference. had to stay calm in front of the remnants of his crew, even if he felt as nervous as a schoolboy on the inside.

[Kendall Roy]

C A P T A I N . H A M I L T O N

"Its lovely to meet you Captain La-Di-Dah."He proclaimed loudly relishing the sniggers from his crew memebers.

"Now.What am I going to do with you?"He proclaimed again,in a sing song voice.The Captain rolled up his sleeves letting his bloody shirt sleeves hold his black coat sleeves.He placed his hands on his hips in an over the top fashion.He looked up letting the sun shine int his light blue eyes the colour of the light blue sky over head.he shook his head violently again trying to fight off his oncoming headache as he faced the Navy Captain again.

The burning sun dried his blood and dirt caked hair which sections of that were were sticking up strengthened by a layer some poor man's lifeblood which should have stayed where it belonged,inside the body.

Captain Hamilton couldn't help feeling a stab of guilt for the Captain in front of him.He watched the crimson stream flow from the cut above his right eye.He admittedly admired his stoic demeanour even thought what he and his crew had just been through,he was hiding his pain extremely well,The Captain would give him that.

He started to wonder about the Captain,did he have dream and aspirations?Did he have a wife at home who fretted over his leaving?Or wished for his safe return?Right now was he terrified for his life or was he taking what was happening as it happened?

"Get a bloody grip!"He shouted to himself letting his own motivational words scream through his cranium.

"I might as well just shoot you now."He stated lazily as he was handed his bloody cutlass by his quartermaster John Cook.He held the handle in his hand letting the sunlight shine onto the blade,he watched how the blood seemed to glow.He wiped the bloody blade on his black breeches,he watched the blood soak into the material which would soon be completely merged into the fabric.

He held the tip of the blade under the Captain's chin forcing him to look up.
"Do you know why I am?"He asked trying to regain his monstrous persona.

[Talon the Mad King]

william horatio pellew II-
restraining the roll of his eyes was a feat upon itself, and it took all of his willpower to not leap up and fight the man in front if him. he could leap up and kick him down, while one of his men could get the others. it would be a risk, and not an honerable fight-
that thought ended his train quite quickly. he was a member of the Navy's fleet, damn it.

the tip of the cutlass was warm to the touch, and william had to glare up into the eyes of the captain before him. he raked his thoughts to try and find who this man was. various news of pirate raidings flitted over the navy quite often, but he had never paid enough attention to the news.

"I do not have a clue, Captain." he respectively replied. there was no need to push this captain any further, especially with a blade to his throat. the groan of his midshipman reached his ears, and he spared a glance over to them. the poor mr. barbara, only sixteen years old, was looking awfully pale and shaken. he wouldn't be able to send him off like a member of the Navy, but just as a body.

smith's mother would be quite devastated at the death of his little baby, and he would get quite ruffed up at barbara's father's accusations. bush's wife would be horrendous, and his son would be unable to understand, as he was only a young babe. kennedy would be the greatest loss of them all, as they have been friends since midshipmenship.

"don't you worry, lads." he shot a glance to smith and barbara, hoping to quiet them. william returned his steely gaze to the Captain in front of him, almost tauntingly asking to be hurt.

[Kendall Roy]

C A P T A I N . H A M I L T O N

"Marvelous!"He exclaimed with mock enthusiasm.
"Don't worry you will learn soon enough."He added still holding the blade under the Captain's chin.He dug the cutlass slightly deeper into the other mans throat.
He looked at the other prisoners,the youngest needed urgent medical attention and in these conditions he wouldn't last more than an our at the most.

"Your getting sentimental in your old age."The voice in his head spat bitterly.
"I'm bloody losing it."He shouted to himself agreeing to his subconscious views that were making them self clear and known.
The Captain didn't know who he was anymore he was mentally soaked with blood and only recently was he feeling guilty for those who he murdered,the fathers,the sons,the husbands...they all had lives,prospects.That factor that made him a notorious pirate was slowly dripping away out of his reach.

He let out a loud sigh,he looked over his shoulder to see his Quartermaster."Cook,go and patch up the boy."He reluctantly ordered him and watched him closely as he walked slowly over to the boy,an expression or irritation painted across his face.

He looked back at the Captain."So,Captain Pellew?"What should your sentence be?"He asked with mock confusion.He pulled the cutlass away slightly allowing the Captain to speak without slitting his throat.

He spat a mouthful of blood and saliva onto the deck to his side.

[Talon the Mad King]

william horatio pellew II--
this pirate was all too pleased with himself as the pointed edge of the blade began to poke deeper into his skin. he could feel a small pinprick of blood beginning to form, and he only frowned deeper.

the captain gave an order he did not expect: he asked for his midshipman to be patched up. the quartermaster, cook, went over with a mix of irritation and boredom painted across his face. mr. bush quietly told of where the medical supplies were, and then william turned his attention back to the captain.

his sentence? would it matter? if he was allowed to live, he would be court marshaled in england and removed of his ranking. the sword was moved, and he moved his head a bit with the freedom. he opened his mouth to speak, but the mouthful of blood onto the deck made him stop. the mask of indifference continued, but he inwardly recoiled.

it was hard to imagine that the deck was freshly swabbed yesterday. he had done a check of the ship, as captains do on Sunday, and everything was in top shape. a few games of whist were played, and the day had been quite kind to them all. that means it was monday. eight bells.

"whatever you wish my sentence to be, Captain." respectful as always.

[Kendall Roy]

C A P T A I N . H A M I L T O N

"Well that's boring."He stated slowly taking the sword away,putting it back in the leather scabbard which hung at his right side.He continued to look at the Captain.

"Take them all to the Jackal,I'll decide what to do later."He ordered no one in particular,his crew replied with a series of "Yes Captains."
They weren't short of any supplies so they could stay here for a day or so,then they would have to decide what to do with the Navy ship.
He turned his back on his prisoners and made his way over to the side nearest to him,he jumped up and made his way across the large plank of wood that connected the two ships together.He jumped down once he was on the Jackal greeted by the rest of his crew members.

"Put the prisoners anywhere I don't bloody care,
take whatever you want,
we will deal the gold out earlier,
when Cook gets over here get him and Watson to discuss what we are gonna do about the ship."He listed the current elements that needed to be sorted out.He watched his crew agree with him.They were all covered with blood and dirt which had coagulated across their skin and clothes.
"And make yourself presentable."He added wanting them to relax for the rest of the day,without actually saying those words.

He wiped the back of his hand under his nose due to his nose started to bleed.He held his nose tightly looking up until the blood stopped.He scuffed his shoes across the deck lazily as he walked over to his cabin.He kicked the door open and walked inside,relaxing at the familiar sights and smells.His large wooden chair draped with a rich crimson velvet,he lent into the material as he sat down on it letting the material surround him,he didn't care about the scorching heat,as long as he was in his cabin he didn't care.His desk was covered with maps and notes of all sizes.He held his copy of Marcus Aurelius Mediation in his hands his fingers drifting over the soft leather of the cover.

"Shame on the soul, to falter on the road of life while the body still perseveres."