Name: Derwin Callister
Aliase(s): Ivor Murphy
Nickname(s): None
Gender: Male
Age: 56
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Pronouns: He/Him
Pirate or Bounty Hunter: Pirate
Which port do you start at, at the beginning? Add reason why they are there. Paradon Port, after abandoning the trade of a pirate, he went to dwell there to escape society; turn a new leaf. Unfortunately the past always haunts you.
What crimes have they committed if any? Why? Piracy, murder, arson and more. Each and every crime makes him regret everything he did in his life.
How long have you been a pirate/bounty hunter? He became a pirate at the age of 24—young and dumb—he grew a conscience around 35 years, but he didn’t retire from the trade until he was 39; old habits die hard. He’s been in hiding ever since.
Personality:
•Stiff •Wistful •Private •Moral •Intelligent •Scared of Dying •Easily embarrassed •Prideful •Loyal(ish) •Sarcastic •Headstrong •”Golden Rule” •Curious •Deductive •Pessimistic •Candid •Untruthful •Secretive •Suspicious •Persistent •Has a temper •Musical •
When he was young, he was cunning, adventurous and reckless like any unruly youth. Nowadays he’s more stiff and wistful. He keeps to himself and shuts other people out. He isn’t religious, but he has morals. His past was everything against those morals and he regrets everything. Now, he is still smart and he is wiser to the world rather than he was in the old mischievous days. Every now-and-then he does something unexpected, but it’s nothing large enough to cause attention. He still enjoys thrills of danger, but he receives them from any books he could find. He has officially retired.
He heard of the hunting of all pirates and he decided to stay quiet, but when piracy became scarce he realized that he couldn’t linger in Carda. He carries a pirate brand on his forehead which he had received in his thirties. If he didn’t have that marked into his skin, he would stay. His moral code tells him that he should stay and pay for his sins like a good man. But he’s scared to die. He doesn’t want to die for his past’s mistakes and certainly not in a public spectacle that the bounty hunters’ would surely make. He is easily embarrassed and prideful. He is not treacherous though, and is considerably loyal to people. People, not countries. People usually don’t change a lot and countries are given and taken.
He is also sarcastic and headstrong; he will spit in your eye with no regrets, too. He lives off of the golden rule in his older age, but won’t tell you that because he doesn’t want your spit in his eyes. He believes that he has a right to shuffle in your bag if you search in his. He can be curious, but he tries not to out-right ask his question; he prefers to find out by deduction. His deduction has saved his life several times in his past, a trait that he treasures. He can be pessimistic and bluntly candid, but also secretive, untruthful and untrusting. The way he reveals that he more than tolerates—or even likes—you is by playful teasing and being more settled, you can feel it.
He does have a temper which flares whenever he feels stressed, worn-out or attacked. It is the reason for a majority of the times that he has been reckless in his older age. He has been known to throw things and pitch a wild fit whenever in a rage. Liquor seems to fuel the coals of his anger, so it is best to hide alcohol from him. He hasn’t tasted any in a long time, but there is a chance for him to during his travels. One shot can lead him down to more until he passes out. He knows this, so he tries to stay away from the bottle but he, like all humans, can fall into the trap of temptation.
He is actually very musical and in his retirement he’s learned a couple, what he calls “land-lubber”, songs. He has a decent baritone voice and knows a few cords on the guitar. He will whistle when alone, but sometimes he’ll start unconsciously and purely out of habit. Whenever the crew would have a few plays for entertainment, he was usually apart of them all. He’d act as himself singing a pirate song while being prepared for his hanging. He was at home on the trusty Royal Murre and would make it a comedy routine. In his solitude, his majority of trust evaporated as he was surrounded by strangers. He didn’t want to become friends with any in case they questioned his accent. He’s tried to get rid of it, but he can’t shake it as if his voice was also branded when his forehead was.
Appearance:
Derwin stands at 5’ 11” and weighs a balanced weight of 167 lb. His torso is built rectangularly and his legs are toned, but naturally lean as he has an ectomorph body type. He does have a bit of a gut around his middle, but it isn’t excessive. On his forehead is a “P” engraved in his skin that is usually covered up by a bandana and then a hat. He never leaves home without his grey bandana and ancient brown leather hat.
His once black hair has now faded into a grizzled grey. There are lighter spots and darker spots patched and layered in his unruly, wavy, should-length hair, which is parted in the middle and then tied in the back by a dirty, cream ribbon. He has a beard too which is curly at the tips. It goes down to his shoulder and is rather tangled and not groomed. He does make sure that it doesn’t grow too long or else he’ll look ridiculous, the same goes for his head-hair. His eyebrows are bushy, thick and they protrude over his almond-shaped blue-grey eyes. There are bags under them with wrinkles and creases on his forehead and around his eyes. His nose is a bit bigger than average; long but rounded at the end. His lips are covered by his beard, but they are thin and barely present even if he did shave.
His tan skin carries sunspots and old, faded tattoos. One is of the ship he once sailed, The Royal Murre. The large, extravagant ship was etched onto his left shoulder. Wrapped around that same arm was a serpent who held a small dagger in its fanged mouth. On his right wrist there are the words “till the end” printed on.
In his pirate life he dressed in a long-sleeved, once-white, cotton poet shirt. His left ear was pierced with a golden earring that would pay for his funeral if he so happened to die. He had stolen this from some royal he killed long ago. His brown pants were long and kinda baggy. His hat a tricorn, as it was designed to evade water from the face whenever it rains. He wore a dull, sun-bleached blue scarf around his waist as this helped absorb his sweat while he worked. His boots were black cavalier boots. He stole them from the first man he killed. These boots were designed to prevent water from entering the shoe, keeping the feet dry.
Nowadays he still wears a once-white, cotton poet shirt. He keeps his old earring in a drawer and his scarf on a hook. He does still use his tricorn because of its good use. His pants are still brown and baggy. His shirt and pants are usually covered up by a leather apron as he works as a carpenter to keep an income. His shoes are not cavalier boots but rather simple, everyday thick leather work boots. In the past, he would make out some wooden clogs, but they were never comfortable so he gave up that attempt as it was a waste of wood.
Strengths:
Intelligent—Derwin is smart and he has a strong sense of self-preservation.
Aim—He is a decent shot, despite not shooting his illegal revolver in a decade.
Persistent—He may be old, but age has nothing to do with self-will.
Performance—He can sing and act decently, but this only appears when he is at home
Weaknesses:
Anger—His hot-head can make his judgements faulty as it is also accompanied by pride
Swimming—He can’t swim despite his time surrounded by water
Heat—He has little tolerance for it and will melt in its thickening rays of death.
Accent—He’ll always carry the voice of a pirate
Likes (optional):
-Sugar, he has a sweet tooth but can’t handle anything spicy
-Songs, he’s always liked them and will sing along to the ones he knows
-Salty air, he loves to breath in the seaside air because it reminds him of home.
-Cats, he is a firm believer that they are lucky
Dislikes (optional):
-Dogs, damn things always seem to be against him. Their loud, noisy and hairy as all get out.
-Death, for one, he is scared of it, for two, who does like it?
-Dry things, food doesn’t taste good dried, land doesn’t look good dried, life isn’t fun being just dry. In his book, the only thing that is good dried is crackers.
-Children, they suck. They’re whiny, sticky and stinky brats. Their only use is to carry out the human race and do some cleaning.
Weapons (look back at rules to see limits):
Revolver: Derwin owns an illegal revolver. He’s already a criminal and you can only die once.
Rapier: He also owns a traditional rapier with him that he carries in his belt as he lacks the sheath. It’s getting rusty.
Knife: He carries three throwing knives with him. He rarely uses them and unfortunately they aren’t great at cutting ropes.
Affiliations: PM me/we’ll figure something out in discussions
Family:
Father (probably deceased): unknown
Mother (deceased): Charity Callister
Became pregnant when she was 28 years old. She was a good-looking woman who appeared younger than what she actually was. She died at the age of 50 from disease and a weak heart.
History:
After his mother died when he was 22, he didn’t need to stick around anymore to support her. So he followed his dream to enlist in Carda’s navy and his service lasted only two years. Their ship, Riverdance, was boarded by pirates and all the sailors were asked to join them, if they refused then they were killed immediately after. Derwin, who is scared to die, was the first to join the pirates. Only four others followed his example.
It was his new home, the pirate ship Exceeder, that overran Intrepid—now named Royal Murre, which became Derwin’s settled home for the next fifteen years. As the years slipped by, he saw victory and loss; friends coming and going; crew mates breathing their last. When Captain Bewr left for Sulva, Derwin was thirty-two and had recently received his pirate brand. He had been captured after an unsuccessful attempt to rescue the last surviving mate, besides himself, of Exceeder. It didn’t work out and they were hung as he was branded. The night after that he was rescued.
A lot happened afterwards, enough to grow a conscience. He struggled in this war of right and wrong for four years and finally when he was thirty-nine he quit piracy because he couldn’t stand killing anymore. It hit him when he was about to behead a woman with child and she cried out. He had killed women, girls and children before, but this time it was different. This woman had no husband and she had no home. She was beautiful and full of fear. There was a way her nose was positioned that reminded him of his mother. Then he remembered his history, his past that he had almost forgotten entirely. A thunderbolt hit him and put away his sword. He told her to run from the city and then he himself fled.
He ran to Paradon Port, the only port he had never been. He would start a new leaf and never touch a boat again. Crew mates thought he was dead but they didn’t find a body. There were no noise about town of a pirate being executed either. It was as if he had disappeared which was exactly what he wanted. He chose a new name which was Ivor Murphy. So here he is, and he’s remained there ever since then for seventeen years until now.
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