Campaign:Oceans Exalted/Captain Black

Basics

• Name: Burning-Black Sails on Ashen Waves, Captain Black
• Concept: King of the Pirates
• Caste/Aspect: Midnight Caste Abyssal
• Anima Banner: A huge, blood-red obol, edged in black, surrounded by black sails burning white and skeletal sailors dancing in the flames.
• Motivation: Become King of all piracy and be worshiped atop a mound of treasure.
• Intimacies: Plunder, the Merry Shark
• Campaign: Campaign:Oceans Exalted
• Experience: 0/0

Background

An old man eyes the shining bits of silver laid out on the smoke and beer stained table in front of him, toothless mouth grinning widely. He scoops them all into a pocket, takes a swig of the cheap wine his audience had bought him, and sighs in satisfaction. "So... ye want t'hear th'tale o' one'a th'West's most feared pirates, eh?" he wheezes at a pair of hard-eyed youths, fixing his single, rheumy eye on them with unnerving intensity. "Ye want t'hear th'tale... o'Captain Black?" Thunder crashes outside, drowning out his mad cackle.

"Aye, I'll tell ye all ye'll want t'know 'bout th'Devil o' Dark Seas, an' some more ye didn't." He chuckles again as the thunder rolls by the smoky tavern's roof. He takes a second pull. "He were born in Coral, he were... Born to a bitch of a mother who'd lost her husband t'th'sea. She were a beauty, aye, but cold an' distant an iceberg, and twice as 'arrrrd. She pushed th'boy away from th'sea, telling him it were dangerous, but brine ran in his veins, an' sails filled his ears. Ye couldn'a more kept him away from th'ocean than ye coulda tol' a shark not t'drag men t'their doom." He finishes with a burp.

"He grew int'a fine young man. Upstandin', born of noble blood, smart as a whip, an' possessed o' a natural talent fer leadin' men. But, he were a rogue at times. He followed his own whims an' heart, sailin' where he thought he could find booty an' glory." The old man waves the bottle about like a sword. "An' he found it! He led his men t'great vic'tries... an' doom." He thumps the bottle onto the table, his eye going distant and haunted. "Aye... led his men t'their graves..." He takes another, longer pull, nearly draining the bottle.

"He ran afoul of them Bonies. A whole fleet of 'em. His men quailed an' howled, but Black just shushed 'em all wit' his hand an' began barkin' orders. He tol' his helmsman t'turn around, make fer th'reefs of Stonesea. Silently, they turned, still unnoticed by th'fleet... But then Black climbs up ont'th'gunwale o'his ship and shouts a challenge t'th'Bonies! 'Come an' get me ye lubberly, slack-handed pack o'sharkbait!' He then unfurls his Jolly Roger an' lets it fly in th'wind! They turned, quiet as corpses, an' chased after him! He laughed th'whole way as a storm blew in, drenchin' th'decks. Some of th'Boney ships all but flew, usin' dark magics t'catch up with th'sleek little cutter, but they didn' know Stonesea like Black did, havin' grown up near them treacherous reefs. He let them chase him in, only to find their hulls split open on cruel rock. He dodged them like he was born to it. More of th'Boney's tried t'chase him in, but foundered on th'rocks as well, castin' their unholy crews int'th'drink..."

"Then... cruel fate struck it's blow, shoving a dagger int'th'captain's heart. A rock appeared from nowhere and burst th'hull, rippin' men an' planks open. The captain himself was thrown from his ship and impaled on th'rock. His blood ran down an' pooled... makin' ghastly shapes... All th'men aboard his ship died that day, save fer its captain, Black himself." He sighs and drains the bottle. "No one's sure how. Maybe he was just too tough t'take out that way. Maybe fate spared him. Some say, though, he made a pact with dark powers..." He looks up at the two young men, grim and ashen-faced. "I say he did. For no sooner did he peel himself off that rock and rip the flag from his ship did one of th'Boney ships came fer him..."

The old man coughs wetly and nudges the bottle away. "T'were rumours he was workin' fer th'Prince. More sayin' he gave th'Prince th'slip an' tool off on his own... None know fer sure. But they do know he became a beast afterward..." He snickers. "Yer wonderin' how I know this, aye?" His grin widens. "'Cause I were one o' his crew..."

Laughing, the old man disappears, as if he were never there.

Appearance

He is a man among men, standing seven feet tall at the shoulder and towering higher still. The tip of his black hat brushes the low hanging murk of ill-aspected clouds above. His chest is bare and bristling with thick black hair, like his beard which hangs down to it and has braided into it the coins taken from the eyes of thirteen dead men. His much-scarred arms are covered by an old, white linen shirt, open from neck to crotch. His blood-red eyes glare out across the seas which he would make his own, burning with ghostly flame and hunger for the thrill of treasure. A black cape flutters in the cold wind behind him, the Jolly Roger taken from his old ship and woven with the souls of thirteen pirates to make a shroud. A sword, black as night, hangs from his belt, thirsting for new blood to be spilled onto it. File:Imagenam.jpg

Attributes

• Physical: Strength 3 Dexterity 5 Stamina 3
• Social: Charisma 4 Manipulation 2 Appearance 3
• Mental: Perception 2 Intelligence 3 Wits 2

Abilities

 [ ]Archery:    	0   [C]Integrity:    	3   [ ]Craft:	    	0
 [ ]Martial Arts:	0   [C]Performance: 1   [ ]Investigation:	0
 [F]Melee:         	5   [C]Presence:    	5   [ ]Lore:          	1
 [ ]Thrown:        	0   [C]Resistance:	3   [ ]Medicine:	0
 [F]War:           	1-   [C]Survival:     	1   [F]Occult:        	2

 [F]Athletics:    	3   [ ]Bureaucracy:	0
 [F]Awareness:     	5   [ ]Linguistics:  	1
 [ ]Dodge:         	0   [ ]Ride:         	0
 [ ]Larceny:       	0   [F]Sail:         	4
 [ ]Stealth:	        0   [ ]Socialize:    	0

• Specialties: Melee (Piratical Weaponry +3), Presence (A Pirate and a Gentleman +3)
• Languages: Seatongue, Low Realm
• Crafts:

Physical Combat

Join Battle: 7

Parry DV: 7

Dodge DV: 3

Soak: 9A/10L/15B (Hardness 6L/6B)

Health Levels: 0011122224IDDD

Wounds: 0

Move: 6, Dash: 11, Jump: 6

Weapon                     Spd  Acc   Dam     PDV  Rate  Range  
Punchan                 -   5    6   +(3)B    2(4)  3      -  
Kickan                  -   5    5   +(5)B   -2(2)  2      -
Clinchan                  -   6    5   +(5)B    -(-)  1      -
Burial At Sea	          -   5   17   +15L   0(7)  2     -

Social Combat

Join Debate: 7

Presence Attack - Speed 4, Dice Pool 12, Rate 2

Investigation Attack - Speed 5, Dice Pool 4, Rate 2

Performance Attack - Speed 6, Dice Pool 5, Rate 1

Parry MDV: 5 (6 w/Pirate and a Gentleman)

Dodge MDV: 6

Essence

• Essence: 2
• Regeneration: 4/hr at ease, 8/hr sleeping
• Personal Essence Pool: 13/13
• Peripheral Essence Pool: 38/38
• Committed Essence: 8+3=11

Willpower

• Willpower: 7
• Temporary: 7

Virtues

Virtues:

• Compassion: 2
• Conviction: 3
• Temperance: 1
• Valor: 4
• Flawed Virtue: Valor
• Resonance: 0/10

Backgrounds

• Artifact 3 (Grand Daiklave)
• Artifact 2 (Soulsteel Buff Jacket)
• Manse 1 (Jewel of the Flying Heart)
• Followers 1 (Black's Angels)
• Manse 3 (Gem of Aquatic Prowess)
• Resources 4 (The Merry Shark)

Merits, Flaws, and Mutations

• Large (1 pts) - Black towers over most men, and his great size gives him +1 Strength and Stamina, as well as one -0 Health Level.
• Hungry (-1 pts) - The hunger of the dead titans burns in his gut, threatening to devour him whole if he doesn't sate it. He must eat more than his size demands in order to keep his gnawing hunger from driving him mad with need.
• Megalomania (-3 pts) - Captain Black is the boss, and he's going to make sure everyone knows it. He must roll Compassion in any scene where he meets someone who does not follow his commands. Failing this roll results in a strong dislike for the person. Botching it sends him into immediate homicidal rage, and he spends the next scene trying to kill the person who dared question his authority. He may resist this by spending one Willpower.
• Enemy (-4 pts) - When Black left the Prince's service, he made sure that his boss knew he'd quit in the worst way possible, and stole several things on his way out. The Prince had some issues with this. (RALENOTE: Roll 1 die at beginning of session, if equal to or less than 3, the Enemy does something to screw with Black or his long term plans.)

Charms

• Corpse-Body Resilience - --m, Permanent: Captain Black gains one -1 Health Level, and two -2 Health Levels.
• 1st Melee Excellency - 1m+, Reflexive, Instant: Captain Black may buy 1 die on any Melee roll at the cost of 1m per die.
• Elegant Flowing Deflection - 2m, Reflexive, Instant: Captain Black ignores all penalties to his Parry DV to defend against one attack.
• Vengeful Riposte - 3m, Reflexive (Step 9), Instant: Captain Black makes one counterattack in Step 9 of Combat Resolution using his full dicepool.
• Eye of the Tempest - 5m, 1wp, Simple, One Scene: Captain Black ignores all onslaught penalties to his PDV, and lowers the DV penalty of all his actions by 1 for one scene.
• Hundred Razor Circle - 5m, Simple, One Action: Captain Black makes one reflexive attack against any being that comes within three yards of him, regardless of friend or foe, using his full dicepool on each attack. So long as he continues to use it, he may not move further than one yard per action or make any other attacks. He may use his PDV against ranged attacks without a stunt.
• 3rd Sail Excellency - 4m, Reflexive, Instant: Captain Black may make 1 reroll of any Sail roll, using the better result, or double his Sail ability for static values.
• Deck-Striding Phantom -
• 2nd Presence Excellency - 2m+, Reflexive, Instant: Captain Black may buy one automatic success on any Presence roll at the cost of 2m per success.
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Combos

• Name (Charms)

Description

Cost: 0m, 1wp

Inventory

• Burial At Sea - Description

Spd: 5, Acc: +4, Damage: +12/4L, Def: +0, Rate: 2; 2, O, P, R, Drains (Essence) motes per hit.

• Jolly Roger Shroud - The standard of the Merry Shark, and the banner of Captain Black himself. It drapes down from his broad shoulders, held on by a chain made of knucklebones. This was his first ship's flag, which he took from its wreckage and wore everywhere. The souls of his former crew, all thirteen of them, were bound into thread and woven into the fabric, which makes it flap and whip even in a dead calm.

Soak: +9L/+12B, Hardness: 6L/6B, Mobility: -1, Fatigue: 0;

Advancement

Sail 4 (1 BP)
Melee 5 (2 BP)
Presence 5 (2 BP)
Awareness 5 (2 BP)
Valor 4 (3 BP)
Specialties (3 BP)
Manse 3 (3 BP)
Resources 4 (5 BP)