Post by Draven on Aug 28, 2005 1:57:29 GMT -5
Birth Name: Nerys (Last name omitted)
Pirate Name: Captain Draven Grey
Born: Temby Harbour, Pembrokeshire, Wales
My life of piracy began when I was won in a game of chance to Ronin, Captain of the pirate ship “Pochacco”. We sailed about for a long while; myself taking on any and every role, be it ship’s chef to the occasional bout at helmsman. I eventually became well versed in the seafaring lifestyle and realized (after my indoctrinating) that the bad rumors about pirates were indeed exaggerated. I found that most pirates are victims of bad press, and that for the most part, they are the heart of the Caribbean Sea.
After a good number of years the crew accepted me as one of their own and we managed to find a few friendly ports into which we docked from time to time. One in particular became a second home for a long while, and despite the cold of the northern sea, we were comforted by the gracious hosts with the Clan of the Arctic Winds. It didn’t take long before I felt the need to stretch my legs and find a ship and a crew of my own. The ship part came easier, but what I lacked was a crew. I sailed with whoever wanted passage from place to place, accepting their servitude as payment for the service of travel I provided.
Most recently, I and the “Serious Cat” (my small but efficient schooner) have taken up residence with an unlikely, but entirely remarkable household known as The House Hedgehog; due to a mechanical miscalculation, (i.e. a shipwreck). So far this wonderful relationship has existed without hiccup, and with any luck my bad reputation as the scourge of the high seas will not tarnish their good names.
Pirate Name: Captain Draven Grey
Born: Temby Harbour, Pembrokeshire, Wales
My life of piracy began when I was won in a game of chance to Ronin, Captain of the pirate ship “Pochacco”. We sailed about for a long while; myself taking on any and every role, be it ship’s chef to the occasional bout at helmsman. I eventually became well versed in the seafaring lifestyle and realized (after my indoctrinating) that the bad rumors about pirates were indeed exaggerated. I found that most pirates are victims of bad press, and that for the most part, they are the heart of the Caribbean Sea.
After a good number of years the crew accepted me as one of their own and we managed to find a few friendly ports into which we docked from time to time. One in particular became a second home for a long while, and despite the cold of the northern sea, we were comforted by the gracious hosts with the Clan of the Arctic Winds. It didn’t take long before I felt the need to stretch my legs and find a ship and a crew of my own. The ship part came easier, but what I lacked was a crew. I sailed with whoever wanted passage from place to place, accepting their servitude as payment for the service of travel I provided.
Most recently, I and the “Serious Cat” (my small but efficient schooner) have taken up residence with an unlikely, but entirely remarkable household known as The House Hedgehog; due to a mechanical miscalculation, (i.e. a shipwreck). So far this wonderful relationship has existed without hiccup, and with any luck my bad reputation as the scourge of the high seas will not tarnish their good names.
