Post by Rain Staker on Apr 12, 2011 7:10:07 GMT -5
(Rain Abalash Staker)
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"Everything has a price. EVERYTHING…"
You don’t see me askin’ for my loot’s name…[/b]
Unless of course… YOU have a name. Makes things easier.[/color][/center]
FULL NAME: Rain Abalash Staker
NICKNAMES: The Storm, The Heartbreaker
GENDER: Male
AGE: 19
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
AFFILIATION: Villain
CLASS: Defender
CANON OR ORIGINAL: Original
HOME WORLD: Paraga (Original, but destroyed)
FACE CLAIM: Blacksmith : Ragnarok Online
I look for those girls with beautiful eyes, and lovely personalities
[/b]By the way, did you happen to bring your wallet with you?[/color][/font][/center]
LIKES:
- The Booty!
- A good offense is the best defense
- Everyday is another Adventure
- Ever heard of “Drink til ya Drop” (Drinking and Partying)
- The Captain is only as good as his ship, and she is a beaut... Wait…
- A new world, a new booty
- Hearts are worth gold in power
DISLIKES:
- Them Goody two shoes
- You don’t steal from the Cap
- Nobody gives Lily a heading ‘cept me!
- Nothin’ worse than hidden traps
- Except those blasted magic workers
- WHOEVER IS HELMING LILY NOW, THAT SCALLY NO GOOD &*#@!
STRENGTHS:
- The job is a guaranteed success... so long as the money is good
- The Cap never fails at finding an escape route
- I’m a forgiving man… Usually…
WEAKNESSES:
- So I have a small weakness for money
- And sweets
- Some call me traitor… I call it opportunist
WEAPON(s):
Rain has a set of throwing knives that he uses at a short distance
Heart Stab's Cove - Hiis true weapon is a folded up shield in his backpack that he uses to slide along the ground to move quick and guard against his opponent’s attacks, which is almost as large as he is. On the front of his shield is old crew’s logo, the “Heart Stab”.
APPEARANCE::
Rain stands at a tall five feet eleven inches without his large boots. He only brought one change of clothes from Paraga: his usual pair of long jeans and his plain button down shirt. On his head he wears a bandanna that covers the upper half of his head. He has a pair of fingerless gloves that he wears at pretty much all times. His hair is blonde and his eye are a hazel reddish tint. The only other defining feature on him is the large “Heart Stab” tattoo that is on his back.
PERSONALITY:
Rain is a seemingly charming and fun loving pirate, but to assume that is to only scratch the surface. His true bane is his avarice. His greed is far beyond what many can comprehend. He is heartless in his quest to gain more money, and while he is willing to share, he always wants debts paid in full. He is ruthless when he comes to collect debts, and cunning when he has to avoid them. And now that he knows that Hearts seem to be in high demand, he does whatever it takes to get his hands on more.
And his greed doesn’t end there. It is same with his “friends” as well. His “friends” better make themselves worth more than the hearts that he desires to sell, lest they become his next easy targets. He laughs and smiles a lot but deep down, he’s only thinking about how he can have more money, more power, and more hearts. And do not think him beneath betrayal, because he acts more of a mercenary than anything else. If there is more money in doing the right thing than the wrong, then you best believe he will be eager to switch sides.
HISTORY: “They can take my crew, and they take their homes… BUT THEY WILL NEVAH TAKE MY BOOTY!”
Rain lived on Paraga, a world where there was nothing but sea for miles at a time. There were a series of small islands here and there but the majority of the world was ocean. And Rain loved every minute of it. He had worked his way from being nothing but a simple swashbuckler, to the youngest captain that the White Lily has ever seen. It was work, having to use every trick in the trade of being a pirate, but he had earned it. And by earned, he stole it, by killing the captain after becoming his first mate and turning the crew on the only witness who had seen him do it. Did the crew suspect anything? Not if they wanted to be killed with a knife in his throat. But Rain lived a good comfortable life as captain of the Heart Stabs, and his amazing ship, Lily. That is until the black monsters came.
The black monsters had somehow boarded his ship one night in the middle of the night. They were destroying his crewmembers left and right turning into a heart shaped lights. He had never seen the hearts before… and while he could knock a few heartless off his ship, they always came back. And when he began his own sessions of raiding islands for their treasures, he only found ruins upon ruins of cities and villages. And Rain would not stand for it. These blasted Heartless were not going to take his booty and his crew without paying him something. And so he set out to sail where he had found out that a large concentration of them were located. Cutlass Island.
When he arrived at Cutlass Island he found the worst possible situation that he and his crew had ever been handed. There were thousands of the black creatures while his crew was only thirty strong and young. The Heart Stabs wanted nothing to do with the island once they had found out but, Rain? He wanted to kill every last one of the blasted black monsters. He demanded his crew take wing with him and scour the island. Destroy ever last one of the black monsters. That did not go over too well with the crew… They immediately began a mutiny and kicked him off the Lily excommunicating him from the Heart Stabs. At that point though, all Rain saw was how these monsters had destroyed his only source of money… and they needed to pay. He pulled out his shield and charged towards the seemingly endless army of heartless.
Rain did not understand the mechanics of the heartless however. Had his heart been so corrupted that the darkness did not take him? Had he so much courage that outshined the heartless? Whatever gave him the power to persevere, it allowed him to fight for days on end. Whenever he felt his own strength falter, he remembered that these creatures were taking everything that he loved away from him and it only rallied more fury and anger than before. But that could only last for so long. After a week of his courage of foolhardiness… Paraga was completely consumed.
Where did our “hero” land? Who knows? Paraga had been one of the first worlds to be consumed when before the door to darkness had been sealed. Rain never seemed to quit on finding more loot to loot. As long as people exist, trade will exist. And as long as trade exists, loot exists. And Rain vowed to take it all.
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Sometimes I wonder how far the sky stretches,[/b]
And how much gold that’s out there to grab.[/color]
”Blasted black monsters… Blasted crew…” Rain whispered to himself quietly. He was in the middle of what seemed a sea of sand. And not the kind at the beaches from his islands. That was the kind of sand that he knew was next to water. Here? Water seemed to just not exist at all. He was so hot and so thirsty… and right now he could trade any amount of treasure for a nice cold ale. Rain slapped himself. What was he thinking? Trade for food?! Since when had he ever done something like that? It was this heat. It was making it hard to think straight…
And it was only getting worse by the minute. Every step he took along this outreaching wasteland seemed to suck more energy than destroying one of those accursed black monsters. He wanted to go home. He wanted to just go back to his ship and talk down his crew into trusting him again. Rain could hardly believe that they did a mutiny against him. Surely he had never done anything to his crew that had brought around such disloyalty. But now the sun was beating down on him too much. He finally collapsed into the sand unable to do anything but look out at the sand in front of him. “What a shame… to die here… so much loot untouched…”
When he awoke again he was in a cot. He looked around and saw plain brown walls around him. Some kind of guest room he supposed… who did he owe his life to, he wondered. A young girl, not even in her teens yet walked in with a large jug. “My! You are awake already!? Heat stroke here can make people succumb for days…” Rain lifted an eyebrow. “You are…?” “Nunia. My father’s caravan rescued you. We brought you back to the city.” “The…City you say?” “Agrabah? What other city could you possibly be thinking of?” Rain blinked. “I’ve… never heard of Agrabah.” “Then where do you hail from traveler?” Rain grinned and leapt out of his cot. “I am the Captain of the White Lily, The Storm! The most feared treasure hunter in all of Paraga! Captain Rain Staker at your service.” The girl laughed which made Rain bow politely. “Thank you thank you… you are all too kind.” The girl clapped excitedly. “Agrabah may not be your Paraga but it is still home. My father told me to tell you that he would discuss payment of saving you when he returned.” Rain stopped grinning. “What?” “Well… we had to turn our caravan back from our ‘adventure’ to save you. My father wants compensation.”
Aldaar entered his home sighing. The excavation of the nearby caverns had been halted all because some fool decided to go out with no water or food into the middle of the desert. How did he even end up there… there was no way he could have gotten that far without at least a water canteen. “Nunia?” he called but there was no answer. He shrugged and decided to pay the visitor a… visit. When he opened to door, his eyes went wide with fear as he found Nunia bound and gagged on the cot. “Daddy!” A voice cried from behind him. Aldaar turned to see a knife pointed at his face. Rain was grinning widely at Aldaar. “Well… daddy. You’ll never get your hands on my money… not you, not my crew, not anyone… Don’t even think about moving else I’ll kill you both.” Rain turned and ran out the door without another second to waste.
Rain sighed. “Agrabah huh? Never heard of an island named that before… I wonder what loot it’s got on it.”
And it was only getting worse by the minute. Every step he took along this outreaching wasteland seemed to suck more energy than destroying one of those accursed black monsters. He wanted to go home. He wanted to just go back to his ship and talk down his crew into trusting him again. Rain could hardly believe that they did a mutiny against him. Surely he had never done anything to his crew that had brought around such disloyalty. But now the sun was beating down on him too much. He finally collapsed into the sand unable to do anything but look out at the sand in front of him. “What a shame… to die here… so much loot untouched…”
When he awoke again he was in a cot. He looked around and saw plain brown walls around him. Some kind of guest room he supposed… who did he owe his life to, he wondered. A young girl, not even in her teens yet walked in with a large jug. “My! You are awake already!? Heat stroke here can make people succumb for days…” Rain lifted an eyebrow. “You are…?” “Nunia. My father’s caravan rescued you. We brought you back to the city.” “The…City you say?” “Agrabah? What other city could you possibly be thinking of?” Rain blinked. “I’ve… never heard of Agrabah.” “Then where do you hail from traveler?” Rain grinned and leapt out of his cot. “I am the Captain of the White Lily, The Storm! The most feared treasure hunter in all of Paraga! Captain Rain Staker at your service.” The girl laughed which made Rain bow politely. “Thank you thank you… you are all too kind.” The girl clapped excitedly. “Agrabah may not be your Paraga but it is still home. My father told me to tell you that he would discuss payment of saving you when he returned.” Rain stopped grinning. “What?” “Well… we had to turn our caravan back from our ‘adventure’ to save you. My father wants compensation.”
Aldaar entered his home sighing. The excavation of the nearby caverns had been halted all because some fool decided to go out with no water or food into the middle of the desert. How did he even end up there… there was no way he could have gotten that far without at least a water canteen. “Nunia?” he called but there was no answer. He shrugged and decided to pay the visitor a… visit. When he opened to door, his eyes went wide with fear as he found Nunia bound and gagged on the cot. “Daddy!” A voice cried from behind him. Aldaar turned to see a knife pointed at his face. Rain was grinning widely at Aldaar. “Well… daddy. You’ll never get your hands on my money… not you, not my crew, not anyone… Don’t even think about moving else I’ll kill you both.” Rain turned and ran out the door without another second to waste.
Rain sighed. “Agrabah huh? Never heard of an island named that before… I wonder what loot it’s got on it.”
