User:Stalkie
| Name | (rogue name) |
| Location | (Ship, house or Harbour name - put this in Double Brackets) |
| Rank | (Rank - put this in Double Brackets) |
| (Guild Membership - Guild Name and put this in Double Brackets followed by "Member" EX: Hospice Member) | (Guild Rank - put this in Double Brackets) |
Noted Favors and Awards
2005
Captain Hawk - Favor for being there
2006
Commodore Amon - Favor for organization of the first Paintball/nondrinking event
Madam Cricket - Favor for helping cleanup
Captain Moon - Favor for helping cleanup
Captain Muttq - For helping out
Captain Morgan - For helping out
The Sun God - Rummy for 2006
Biography
I'm Stalkie McGroper, AKA Mikey to my friends and family, Mike to my acquaintences and Michael to those soon to be disposed of on a cold mountain road.
I'm Scottish, born of Clan Cameron, and have a tendency to mock the English when i can. Being as my father's abandonment at 8 by his english name donor of a father, it left a sore spot in my upbringing. The Camerons are known as a Military Clan, and my 4 brothers and I were raised as such.
I stepped back out of my impending service, and hit the road freelance to seek my fortune by the sword, blade and pistol.
For many years I served as a mercinary for hire, fighting in Northern wastes, or smuggling in humid swamps and mires of Southern Seas stumbling though opium dens or brothels when not claiming my pay.
After collecting payment for a bounty for the sultan, Al-Azid, I set out for a night of drunken debauchery. This is where I met the Master of Assassins, Jereth, outside a dark Harem in Constantinople. He was a few coins short for admission and promised me a few drinks inside in exchange for this. As i was just freshly paid and the thought of a few drinks and some conversation to pass the time sounded perfect. so i accepted the offer.
I discovered that he was very passionate about his training by fighting monks and the tales of past battles amused me. He told me of his homeland, an Island in the warm western sea and invited me to visit it with him. As beautiful as it sounded i had other matters to attend to for my wanderlust was not yet satisfied.
As he set off i saw him board a vessel named The Raging Saint Mae, with the most beautiful captain i've ever seen standing stoic and strong bracing against the wind from the forecastle. A powerful crew tended thier duties, racing between line and tackle, or scaling the rigging to take position at the lines to release the sails from thier security like white billowy hounds barking to the end of thier leash. The ship's master gunner stepped from the quarter deck after depositing shot by the swivel gun as a giant of a man rose to meet him with a keg of powder. I'd never seen a finer vessel.
Apparently he said he catches a ride between bounties and that they were all of the same cut of cloth. Pirates, vrijbuiters and even a few english privateers all banding with an assassin? the idea was laughable. but it got even more surreal. He explained there was the Madam's House, a Thieve's Guild, thier own private Harbour as well as several powerful ships in the fleet.
--To Be Cont'd--
