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History sad you don't need to have one)
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Gaia name: Imature Dork
Name: Irizik (Ear-ris-ik)
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 207lbs
Appearance: Reference 1Reference 2
Irizik mostly always has a bored and irritated expression, unless of course he is doing what he loves; which is fighting or cooking. Some of the satchels fastened on his belts contain odd spices and others contain explosives. His gloves are fingerless, but are equipped with steel knuckles. His boots are also steeled toed. If he doesn’t feel like trying to pull out his claymore without having to throw it in the air first, he uses his fists and feet to fight.
Main/Favored Weapon:
The Claymore parallel to his back. Never uses smaller knives along belt for fighting; it’s unsanitary for cooking utensils.
Items:
An array of knives and spices (Some concealed), a purse of coins, other essentials not worth listing.

Name: Cici Finnagan
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Height: 5’6
Weight: 120
Appearance: Her short caramel hair is spiked in a mock Mohawk, meaning hair still there at the sides and back it hangs a little past the ears. A old torn black silk cloth is wrapped around her head as a headband and sports large goggles apon it; they are black and have green lenses. The color of her eyes is an olive green turning to brown nearer to the pupil. She is found wearing a black and white bandana. She is found wearing a dark brown vest over a cream colored puffy sleeved shirt. A chain to a pocket watch/compass lies on the vest entering the right pocket. Her torso and legs are covered with plaid black and gray pants which are followed by coal colored military style boots that haven't seen polish in years and the toe is wearing away reviling the steel. The pants are not tucked into the boots like most people might have them.
[x]With goggles
[x] with out
Main/Favored Weapon: Rapier and a theifs knife
Items: Pocket watch/compass
History: N/a
Ship:N/a
Rank:cook

Name: Darün
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Height: 5' 10"
Weight: 125 lbs
Appearance: Darün has long dirty hair with a matted beard to match. Previously he wore traditional pirate clothing, but he has replaced it with a more, if you would, natural outfit. Meaning he only has a ragged loin cloth type thing that he wears, but he doesn't care as he's always alone. Some of his clothes still remain intact, hidden in his cave that he calls home. Before a certain incident, he was fair skinned, regardless of his rough hands. Now he has a dark tan, making him look as if he was from another country. Occasionally he'll wear an odd hat he made out of palm leaves, which resembles a straw hat.

Main/Favored Weapon: A homemade spear is his usual weapon of defense and hunting, but he much prefers his old cutlass, or scimitar, or dagger...or gun....or, well, you get the point. He likes weapons. (unfortunately for him, he "misplaced" them all!)

Items: Not much. Just what you'd expect a marooned pirate to have.

History: Seven years ago. To this very day of October, Darün had set sail with his captain in pursuit of another ship. The opposing ship had traveled through the eastern islands. Darün's captain, however, decided it best not to go through, as their ship could not take the strength of a whirlpool like the other could. Instead, he chose to go around the treacherous islands, hopefully going fast enough to cut them off. Upon reaching the Northern side of the bunch of islands, the other ship was spied, far ahead. Darün's captain could not believe what had happened, and issued a strange person to the top deck. As the figure removed the hood that was covering their face, it was revealed that not only was the person a woman, but she was also a mystic. His captain spoke with her, but the woman interrupted, screeching a message of doom and destruction of the entire world. As soon as she ended this spree, she pointed at Darün, told him "A man with no shadow cannot be cast into those who dwell in the light!" and fainted. Minutes later a storm appeared on the horizon, and within an hour was upon the frail little ship. Lighting flogged the sea with all of the Gods' might, striking fear into the crew. A quick flash terrified Darün, whom soon realized the ship had just been struck, catching fire. As he attempted to jump off the boat, he was knocked unconscious. Now, for the past seven, God forsaken years he has been trying to survive alone on an island he believes no one has ever found. In fact, he believes he never will be found, and will someday die a lonesome death, thinking that everyone else in the world died in the divine retribution that tossed him ashore. He has made friends with himself, and is very introspective.

Later his alter egos will be revealed, but for now, they shall just be known about by you peoples.

Ship: Before it was destroyed, it was called the Intrepid.

Rank: [Ex-] First mate/Master Gunner

(Hope that's good enough for you Manji! *grumbles*)