Post by Davy Jones on Jun 23, 2018 20:22:44 GMT -8
Basic Information
Name:
David Jones
Nickname(s):
Davy Jones
Age:
33
Height:
5'11
Weight:
180lbs
Blood Type:
AB-
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
Eye Color:
Brown
Hair:
Brown
Pass Time Information
Hobbies: Boozing, Womanizing, carving scrimshaw, looking dramatically at the Sea.
Talents: Sailing, tying knots, stern looks, sword fighting, and acrobatic feats of daring.
Favorite things: Pleasurable company, strong drinks, freedom and a perfectly executed cape swish.
Mental Information
Personality: Personal freedom is paramount to Davy. His own at least. He sees the world as divided into two, those willing to stand by their conviction and wits for their own personal freedom, or those willing to submit to authority for the promise of safety and security. Slaves to their desire for comfort. He takes joy in stealing that comfort away from others and relishes the thrill of danger and possible consequences. He is a man who loves to live his life on the edge, which is why his first love is the sea. A fickle mistress who can give her bounty freely before turning her ship cracking wrath upon you. To know her is to know yourself and to read her is to stare fate down daily. It's the only life he desires.
He is a firm believer that reputation and perception are the best weapon one has against the full might of the accords and their navies, as well as his rival Captains. And so he has picked a part that he enjoys playing. That of the cursed Captain. The Captain of the Damned and the Dead. People instinctively fear and dread death in all of its forms, and by cloaking himself in its embrace that dread is his to command. Even those who are not normally swayed by superstition and rumor tend to have a different perspective when they witness you literally rip the soul out of their companion's body. He makes it a point to ensure someone survives to tell the tale of any incursion he has to spread his legend far and wide. In time he hopes to be the most feared Captain across all of the world's oceans.
Ideal: Freedom is not something given but something that is taken.
Belief: Not all men are created equal. Some yearn and ever grasp toward personal freedom, while others happily toil under another's yoke for the promise of security.
Appearance
History Information
History: Growing up before the war he was much like many young boys. Interested in pirates and adventure. He used to dream of joining Captain Hook or Blackbeard to become the most fearsome pirate in the seven seas. When the world ended he didn't see it as the collapse that it was but as an opportunity. The whole world was changing and they could explore it! Though his parents didn't see eye to him with that. For the first few years of the war they were refugees, perpetually in transit trying to keep ahead of the worst of it. Eventually, they ended up on the coast, and with the war in California at its height they opted to try and leave the mainland.
It was on the high seas that his dreams and his parent's nightmares were realized. Pirates besieged their ship, killing most of the crew in the skirmish. The survivors were at their mercy, loot and women to be taken. His Mother was to be among the prizes, she struggled and screamed. Kicking and biting to try and fight her way to freedom. His Father leaping into the fray to try and rescue her and wrestle the blade from her attacker's hands. Driving that very same blade into her stomach, though he'd not have a chance to see the horror of what he'd done as all of the moisture from his body was sucked out instantly by the Captain of the pirates.
Davy screamed and howled, energy flowing into him from his parent's dead bodies. With it, he felt a surge of strength, or courage and would shove at his parent's killer. He couldn't tell you who was more shocked when the man fell but his spirit remained standing as a ghostly hollow version of himself. Lashing out his first stolen soul attacked the crew, cutting through them as they fought or fled. It was ended by the Captain who blasted the energy to particles with a powerful blast of water before he restrained young Davy with that very same power.
He floated toward the Captain who lifted him up to look in his eyes, as deep and cold as the sea. His voice hard and rotten like the wood creaking on his ship as the waves crashed against it. "What's your name boy?"
Defiantly Davy met his gaze, that warm comfort from the energy he'd sucked up giving him the courage he'd otherwise lack. Like being in his parent's embrace. It was with the confidence of three that he held his ground, helpless but defiant.
"David. David Jones."
The Captain laughed a hearty laugh as he let Davy drop to the deck without warning.
"Then it be fate that brought you to me Davy Jones. Welcome to the family."
And so it was he became a pirate. His childhood dream fulfilled. Everything that he was stolen from him, thrust into a new life against his will. He'd fight it at first, but there was no denying that the sea called to him. The Captain had nurtured his gifts, teaching him how to control the souls he absorbed and commanded. Dozens if not hundreds of them. Those that die at sea were his to claim, as well as the souls he steals with his own two hands. Every one of them a part of him, but none of them as big as the first two souls he'd even consumed, all those years ago.
Now many years later he commands his own ship and crew. His first Captain inside of him, dead at the blade of a rival. Much as his rival also lay within him. He was the Devil of the Ocean, death coiled around him like his cape, and he'd see that his reputation flow over The Seven Seas like fog rolling over a lonely morning. This was the life he had, and it was the life he loved and he was going to love every moment of his climb, higher than his parents, higher than his Captain, and higher than the blasted Commador.
