Post by 42zombies on Apr 4, 2009 19:25:36 GMT -5
Full Name: Harvey McDrogg
Nicknames:
Age: 52
Height: 5'7''
Weight: 130 lbs.
Gender: M
Race: Human
Alliance: Neutral
Home: The Island
Franchise: OC
Physical Description: Harvey is a grizzled man with greying, brown hair. He dresses in the blue coat typical of a mariner. His white hat is typical of a sailor. His black boots have forever lost their shine from close to 30 years at sea and constant contact with brine. If he were to, for once, take off his jacket and shirt one would see a scar from an accident on the beginning of his career. His beard is coarse and tangled from the salt of the sea.
Weapons: Harvey has no weapons save a flintlock pistol. His keen mind, however, is deadlier than any other weapon in his arsenal.
Abilities/Powers: None.
Skills: Harvey knows his way around a bar from his days as a young lad. He is a brilliant sailor with knowledge of dozens of ships.
Personality: Harvey is a humorless sort, never cracking a smile except when a single throught crosses his mind. It is a thought of revenge. He sits quietly, planning out a dozen ways to go about it. He has a short life ahead of him-- another 20 years, if he's lucky. He cannot waste time with petty diversions or thoughts of love and happiness. He can never be happy until that man is dead. Maybe, deep down, he knows he could drop these notions and find a wife. But he won't.
History: Mr. McDogg of the Lucky Dogg Tavern died before his son was born. In a selfish act, he left his wife a widow and turned an otherwise respectable tavern into a whorehouse. How else could the business be maintained?
Harvey McDogg was three when the man arrived. A man of 18, the sailor looking for work had a brutal charm that Harvey's mother adored. She took him in as her lover in the bed that had once been Mr. McDogg's. For five years, the sailor squandered Mrs. McDogg's money on whores and gambling, eventually leaving without warning when a pirateer boat came to shore.
The sailor's gambling debt took away the Lucky Dogg Tavern. Harvey and his mother, wrought with disease, were forced to live in a workhouse while Harvey's mother died slowly. Every day, Harvey watched as his loving mother grew weaker and weaker until, unable to work, she was thrown from the home and died, a mad, diseased wretch.
Harvey was there. And, dying, she cried: "Find him, bind him. Tie him to a pole and break his fingers to splinters. Drag him to a hole until he wakes up naked clawing at the ceiling of his grave..."
It took the 8 year old 15 years to gather himself. A local priory took him in and let him work for them. However, not once did his mind stray from revenge. He would follow his mother's last wish.
Then, one day, by some divine providence, the sailor on a pirateer's whaling ship came to speak with the leader of the priory. It was him. The rake and roustabout whom his mother had at first found so charming.
The next day, Harvey left the priory; what he wanted couldn't be found with God. And so, he took a job on the SS Foxhand, the very ship the man had mentioned he had gotten off of. However, he realized too late that the sailor had taken a job on a different ship. His fellow crewmates could not understand Harvey's reaction.
Harvey spent 10 years on the ship, questioning in every town if they had seen that man. It was odd; he didn't even know the man's name. Just the flaming-red hair and the sovereign ring...
As if God was angry that Harvey had left the priory, a mighty storm appeared from nowhere and destroyed the SS Foxhand. As far as Harvey knew, he was the only survivor. On a hunk of jetsam, he drifted for days. But he prayed to God and thanked him that he survived-- only so he could continue his quest for revenge.
Harvey was unconcious when he was rescued by the SS Alice. Indeed, he did not wake up until they had reached port and dropped him off for medical treatment. When Harvey awakened, he immediately asked the captain if he knew of the red-haired man. Indeed, the captain did-- he had been the captain's mate and had spotted Harvey off the ship's portbow.
This did not lessen Harvey's rage. When news came of the man's whereabouts, he took a job as a whaler on a new ship. Years later, when news came that the man had gone in the oppisite direction of Harvey's ship, Harvey stole away in the night in a lifeboat. He rowed for a day into strange for the likes of which he'd never seen.
As the fog surrounded him and he rowed for days or hours or years in whatever damned direction you please, he could hear something in the wind; a memory that was perfectly etched into his mind:
"Find him, bind him. Tie him to a pole and break his fingers to splinters. Drag him to a hole until he wakes up naked clawing at the ceiling of his grave..."
Other: (Anything else you want to add about them, it’s optional)
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Nicknames:
Age: 52
Height: 5'7''
Weight: 130 lbs.
Gender: M
Race: Human
Alliance: Neutral
Home: The Island
Franchise: OC
Physical Description: Harvey is a grizzled man with greying, brown hair. He dresses in the blue coat typical of a mariner. His white hat is typical of a sailor. His black boots have forever lost their shine from close to 30 years at sea and constant contact with brine. If he were to, for once, take off his jacket and shirt one would see a scar from an accident on the beginning of his career. His beard is coarse and tangled from the salt of the sea.
Weapons: Harvey has no weapons save a flintlock pistol. His keen mind, however, is deadlier than any other weapon in his arsenal.
Abilities/Powers: None.
Skills: Harvey knows his way around a bar from his days as a young lad. He is a brilliant sailor with knowledge of dozens of ships.
Personality: Harvey is a humorless sort, never cracking a smile except when a single throught crosses his mind. It is a thought of revenge. He sits quietly, planning out a dozen ways to go about it. He has a short life ahead of him-- another 20 years, if he's lucky. He cannot waste time with petty diversions or thoughts of love and happiness. He can never be happy until that man is dead. Maybe, deep down, he knows he could drop these notions and find a wife. But he won't.
History: Mr. McDogg of the Lucky Dogg Tavern died before his son was born. In a selfish act, he left his wife a widow and turned an otherwise respectable tavern into a whorehouse. How else could the business be maintained?
Harvey McDogg was three when the man arrived. A man of 18, the sailor looking for work had a brutal charm that Harvey's mother adored. She took him in as her lover in the bed that had once been Mr. McDogg's. For five years, the sailor squandered Mrs. McDogg's money on whores and gambling, eventually leaving without warning when a pirateer boat came to shore.
The sailor's gambling debt took away the Lucky Dogg Tavern. Harvey and his mother, wrought with disease, were forced to live in a workhouse while Harvey's mother died slowly. Every day, Harvey watched as his loving mother grew weaker and weaker until, unable to work, she was thrown from the home and died, a mad, diseased wretch.
Harvey was there. And, dying, she cried: "Find him, bind him. Tie him to a pole and break his fingers to splinters. Drag him to a hole until he wakes up naked clawing at the ceiling of his grave..."
It took the 8 year old 15 years to gather himself. A local priory took him in and let him work for them. However, not once did his mind stray from revenge. He would follow his mother's last wish.
Then, one day, by some divine providence, the sailor on a pirateer's whaling ship came to speak with the leader of the priory. It was him. The rake and roustabout whom his mother had at first found so charming.
The next day, Harvey left the priory; what he wanted couldn't be found with God. And so, he took a job on the SS Foxhand, the very ship the man had mentioned he had gotten off of. However, he realized too late that the sailor had taken a job on a different ship. His fellow crewmates could not understand Harvey's reaction.
Harvey spent 10 years on the ship, questioning in every town if they had seen that man. It was odd; he didn't even know the man's name. Just the flaming-red hair and the sovereign ring...
As if God was angry that Harvey had left the priory, a mighty storm appeared from nowhere and destroyed the SS Foxhand. As far as Harvey knew, he was the only survivor. On a hunk of jetsam, he drifted for days. But he prayed to God and thanked him that he survived-- only so he could continue his quest for revenge.
Harvey was unconcious when he was rescued by the SS Alice. Indeed, he did not wake up until they had reached port and dropped him off for medical treatment. When Harvey awakened, he immediately asked the captain if he knew of the red-haired man. Indeed, the captain did-- he had been the captain's mate and had spotted Harvey off the ship's portbow.
This did not lessen Harvey's rage. When news came of the man's whereabouts, he took a job as a whaler on a new ship. Years later, when news came that the man had gone in the oppisite direction of Harvey's ship, Harvey stole away in the night in a lifeboat. He rowed for a day into strange for the likes of which he'd never seen.
As the fog surrounded him and he rowed for days or hours or years in whatever damned direction you please, he could hear something in the wind; a memory that was perfectly etched into his mind:
"Find him, bind him. Tie him to a pole and break his fingers to splinters. Drag him to a hole until he wakes up naked clawing at the ceiling of his grave..."
Other: (Anything else you want to add about them, it’s optional)
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