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== Biography== | == Biography== | ||
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| + | The bastard son of an Irish rover and an eastern European gypsy, I was never accepted by my mother’s people. I was a reminder of the shame she had brought upon her and her people, and neither she nor they could ever forgive me for that. Born under a full moon in October, some said I was cursed. Naturally, all of this gave me a somewhat bitter and unhappy demeanor which led the caravanserai to start referring to me as a crabby child. By the time they abandoned me in the Port of Constanta in my twelfth or thirteenth year, Crabby was the only name I had ever known. | ||
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| + | I spent a short time running around with a band of street thieves, but was brought before the magistrate when they abandoned me to my fate during a strong arm robbery gone awry. The magistrate heard my story, took pity upon me and gave me a choice: cabin boy upon a navy ship or to swing in the gallows. Not much of a choice, really. I entered service to escape hanging and sailed away from Constanta. I tried to give an honest life a chance, but the joys of larceny had already taken root in my heart. | ||
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| + | The next time we made port, I jumped ship with the first mate’s coffer and the surgeon’s stash of “medicinal” brandy. I stowed away on a Spanish galleon headed for Madrid and prayed for swift journey with no discovery. This was not to be, however. The captain caught me as we were drawing nigh to England. Luckily, I was able to bribe him with the money from the first mate’s coffer to drop me at the nearest port, which happened to be the Isle of Wight. | ||
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| + | From the Isle of Wight I managed to bribe and work my way on various ships to the Rogue port of Tortesca de Porpoise. I spent some time working in the Harbor where much to my surprise I found one of my mother’s people, a slip of a girl going by the name [[Fidget McFeely]]. | ||
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| + | I survived by running small cons and rolling drunks, but by now the sea was in my blood, and I was looking for a suitable ship to sail on. Then one day, [[The Rising]] made port, hull filled near to bursting with gold and jewels, led by none other than [[Captain]] [[Full Moon]]. Taking this as a sign that my ship had come in, I managed to meet with him and his [[Quartermaster]] about joining his crew. I was somewhat nervous during the interview and kept brushing my hair out of my face, prompting the [[Quartermaster]] to start calling me McPurdy. I was allowed to join the crew and soon worked my way through the coxswain’s position to the boatswain’s position. | ||
Latest revision as of 22:07, 26 August 2018
| Name: | Ash Dresden (Retired) |
| Location: | The Drude |
| Rank: | Retired Captain (Emeritus) |
Skills and Knowledge
Noted Favors and Awards
Biography
The bastard son of an Irish rover and an eastern European gypsy, I was never accepted by my mother’s people. I was a reminder of the shame she had brought upon her and her people, and neither she nor they could ever forgive me for that. Born under a full moon in October, some said I was cursed. Naturally, all of this gave me a somewhat bitter and unhappy demeanor which led the caravanserai to start referring to me as a crabby child. By the time they abandoned me in the Port of Constanta in my twelfth or thirteenth year, Crabby was the only name I had ever known.
I spent a short time running around with a band of street thieves, but was brought before the magistrate when they abandoned me to my fate during a strong arm robbery gone awry. The magistrate heard my story, took pity upon me and gave me a choice: cabin boy upon a navy ship or to swing in the gallows. Not much of a choice, really. I entered service to escape hanging and sailed away from Constanta. I tried to give an honest life a chance, but the joys of larceny had already taken root in my heart.
The next time we made port, I jumped ship with the first mate’s coffer and the surgeon’s stash of “medicinal” brandy. I stowed away on a Spanish galleon headed for Madrid and prayed for swift journey with no discovery. This was not to be, however. The captain caught me as we were drawing nigh to England. Luckily, I was able to bribe him with the money from the first mate’s coffer to drop me at the nearest port, which happened to be the Isle of Wight.
From the Isle of Wight I managed to bribe and work my way on various ships to the Rogue port of Tortesca de Porpoise. I spent some time working in the Harbor where much to my surprise I found one of my mother’s people, a slip of a girl going by the name Fidget McFeely.
I survived by running small cons and rolling drunks, but by now the sea was in my blood, and I was looking for a suitable ship to sail on. Then one day, The Rising made port, hull filled near to bursting with gold and jewels, led by none other than Captain Full Moon. Taking this as a sign that my ship had come in, I managed to meet with him and his Quartermaster about joining his crew. I was somewhat nervous during the interview and kept brushing my hair out of my face, prompting the Quartermaster to start calling me McPurdy. I was allowed to join the crew and soon worked my way through the coxswain’s position to the boatswain’s position.
