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General Furry Role Play / Side RP topic ideas!
« on: January 16, 2015, 04:25:30 PM »
If anyone has any ideas about topics for side rps we can do here, post them below!

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Feralys / Jack Tarr
« on: March 03, 2014, 05:56:48 PM »
Jack Tarr

Species: Pine Marten
Age: c.30
Gender: Male
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Yellow-gold headfur, worn long at the back in a tarred pigtail.

Appearance: Stands at about 5'10". Build wise he has the thin, strongly athletic build of a mustelid. His fur is the normal gold and brown of a marten, but is marred by the odd scar, especially across his back, there there are the obvious signs of a flogging some time in his past. Usually he wars a standard sailor outfit of blue baggy linen pants, a shirt and a dark blue wool coat.

Weapons:  His preferred weapon is a heavy boarding axe, although he also carries a long-barrelled cavalry pistol.

An orphan from the streets of Ernmouth, Angland, Jack found himself press ganged aboard a Royal Navy man-of-war at the age of seven. Not even knowing his second name, the ships Captain, put him in the book as 'Jack Tarr', the name he lived with ever since.

Jack's natural agility and head for heights made him ideal for working in the rigging, where he could rapidly manoeuvre himself about the ropes and canvas. As he matured, he was quickly rated Able and assigned to the rigging.

On his last voyages with the Navy, Jack served as Captain of the Maintop, the most senior sailor on the ship's largest mast. During his final voyage however, Jack was flogged for an offence, scars of which he still bears on his back. This event eventully led to him jumping ship, and signing up with Feralys, where he serves in the mainmast as one of the most experienced sailors aboard.

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Harbour / Ship: His Majesty's Ship "Adamant"
« on: April 23, 2013, 07:32:56 PM »
HMS Adamant

Type: RFrigate, 38 Guns
Tons Burthen: 1384
Length: 160 ft 1in
Beam: 44 ft 5 in
Draughts: 15 ft
Sail Plan: Full Rigged Ship (3 masts)

Crew Complement: 310 officers and men
Armament:
    Upper Deck: 28 x 18 pounders
    Quarterdeck: 6 × 9-pounder guns
    Forecastle: 4 × 9-pounder guns

History:

His Majesty's Ship Adamant is one of a new style of frigates, which features her main armament on a single deck, rather than spread between the upper and the lower. Heavily armed, and fast she has been sent to Shoulrije specifically to escort convoys and to combat the pirate threat within the islands.

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Other Characters / Captain Samual Fleming
« on: October 28, 2011, 03:30:20 PM »
Name: Samuel Blyth Fleming
Nicknames or Aliases: none
Gender: Male
Species: Canine
Age: 29
Job: Post Captain, Royal Navy
Skills: The usual skills set that qualifies one for the rank of Post Captain such as Seamanship, Navigation and Leadership. Very literate, he's an avid reader. He's also capable with a sword, but is very proud of his pistol shot!

Physical description: Often, at first glance Sam is mistaken for a grey wolf, but when seen closer, although tall at 6' he is much more lightly built, which hints at his much more mixed ancestry. His fur is a dark gray which lightens to mid gray towards his front. His 'hair' is black. Overall, his appearence is fairly unremarkable, could easily pass as being just another canine in the crowd.

Personality: Being essentially raised in the Navy, Samuel has the blunt, practical view of life that characterises Naval Officers. Despite being outgoing and sociable, this manner is often off-putting to those in polite society, in which he is often ill at ease. His very impulsive streak which, combined with his intellect has often been his main cause of trouble both in his professional, and social life.

History:

Samuel Blyth Fleming was born in the town of Sheringham, in United Briton, second son of Robert and Mary. Born into the growing middle-class gentry, his upbringing was never uncomfortable. The family money came from a small-scale merchant company, established by his great-grandfather, that had set itself up on the estuary of one of the great rivers of the New World, trading with the native tribes. Although the income was never enough for the family to raise themselves up into the upper echelons of the gentry, it proved more then ample for a large, comfortable townhouse, an equally comfortable, but smaller accommodation in the countryside, as well as a good education for the family's three children.

The middle of three siblings, Samuel grew up watching his older brother grow into a shrewd, competent businessman, the ideal successor to the family fortunes. He on the other hand was not interested. Although bright, his lack of interest in academic subjects drove his tutors to tears. Eventually, at the age of 13, Samuel was purchased a place at the Naval College at Brighton-on-Sea, and, a year later was aboard the 3rd-Rate HMS Valiant as a 'Young Gentleman'...a Midshipman.

From that point, he went from strength to strength, soon proving himself as a natural seaman. At the age of 19, he passed his exam and eventually gaining promotion to Lieutenant. His next port of duty was aboard the frigate, HMS Indefatigable where he became a fast favourite of it's Captain, William Brook. Eventually, he was assigned as Master and Commander of the messenger Brig, Devon, a monotonous duty he carried out 'with efficiency'.

Finally, he received his promotion to Post Captain, thanks to the influence of the newly-created Admiral Brook, he was given first command of the sixth-rate Vigorous, with which he captured several valuable prizes over the two years of the Briton-Espan war. However, Fleming soon proved to be a victim of his own success. In a run in with a Frankish frigate, Vigorous was lost, despite accepting the surrender of the larger ship. Eventually, pardoned of the ship's loss he was granted command of the 5th rate frigate, Adamant, in a far away posting at Port Royal.

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Feralys / Pirate Ship 'Feralys'
« on: August 26, 2011, 06:34:54 PM »
Feralys

Tons Burthen: 300 tonnes
Armaments:
- 10x 9-ponder long guns (Main deck)
- 6x Swivel guns (2x Poop deck, 2x Quarterdeck, 2x Forecastle)
Rig: Ship-rigged
Crew: 75

   Standing on the maindeck, Eddy turns to meet you. "Ahoy messmates, the Cap'n has asked me t'give ye all a tour of our fine wee ship. We first recieved Feralys from Doctor Ybrad, so we don't know a huge deal about where she came from. She does however remind me of the Guineamen, slave ships ye see travellin' twixt the old world and the new. These ships are spacious, fast and roomy. The doc however had modified her, making her as pretty a wee cruiser as one could want."

   "Feralys is a three masted, ship-rigged vessel. She pulls about three hundred tonnes, and is just over one hundred foot from bow to stern and has a beam of about twenty five feet." Walking across the deck, Eddy pats one of the bronze guns, "currently we've ten of these girls, good bronze nine-ponders. They ain't big but they're enough to put the fear of god into most merchantmen." Motioning to mountings around the gunwhales he continues, "there's also a few swivels we use too, a particular favourite of the Cap'n."

   Leading you up a set of stairs to the aft, you find yourself on a raised deck overlooking the main he walks to the centre of the deck where the ship's wheel sits behind the binnacle, a sailor standing by it. "This is the Quarterdeck, those of ye who once wore Kings colours will remember this as the domain of officers and navigators only. Not 'ere though, all decks of the ships are home to the whole company, should probably keep it clear though as this is where we sail her from." Indicating the doors at the aft of the Quarterdeck, he continues, "that's the cabin, the Cap'n lives in there, we tend to leave it to 'er, she likes 'er privacy."

   Pointing to the raised deck at the bow, he grins, "that's the Fo'c'sle, or Forecastle. We tend to use it for recreation, ye'll find a barrel of Purser's Punch there." He indicates the raised deck aft that forms the roof of the cabin, "that's the poop deck, much the same as the foc's'le." Gesturing to the rigging and masts above he looks serious, "stay out of the rigging when off duty, the hands up there need all the room they can to work the sails. Eventually your turn'll come to be lookout. If yer scared of heights," he grins, "tough luck. It's over seventy feet to the top of the mainmast. Lets head below."

   Below deck is musty smelling and gloomy, the only light being from flickering candles and the cross-hatched light filtering through the gratings from above. The space is largely open, but is divided up by crates, barrels and boxes as well as the occassional set of bulkheads. The shadowy forms of hammocks can just be made out swinging to the roll of the ship, occassional snoring noises being emitted. "This is the hold, this is where ye'll sleep, pitch a hammock wherever ye can." Pointing to a partitioned area midship he smiles, "that's the galley, very important. Sometimes vittles will be limited so always ask the cook if ye need anythin'. Forward ye'll find the sick bay and ye'll also be shown the armoury and powder room. Don't go in there without telling someone." Clapping his paws together, he sighs, "well, that's the tour! Any questions?"

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Rules and Information / Feralys Desc 1.0
« on: August 24, 2010, 12:51:26 PM »
Feralys

Tons Burthen: 300 tonnes
Armaments:
- 10x 9-ponder long guns (Main deck)
- 6x Swivel guns (2x Poop deck, 2x Quarterdeck, 2x Forecastle)
Rig: Ship-rigged
Crew: 75

   Standing on the maindeck, Eddy turns to meet you. "Ahoy messmates, the Cap'n has asked me t'give ye all a tour of our fine l'il ship. We first recieved Feralys from Doctor Ybrad, so we don't know a huge deal about where she came from. She does however remind me of the Guineamen, slave ships ye see travellin' twixt the old world and the new. These ships are spacious, fast and roomy. The doc however had modified her, making her as pretty a wee cruiser as one could want."

   "Feralys is a three masted, ship-rigged vessel. She pulls about three hundred tonnes, and is just over one hundred foot from bow to stern and has a beam of about twenty five feet." Walking across the deck, Eddy pats one of the bronze guns, "currently we have ten of these girls, good bronze nine-ponders." Motioning to mountings around the gunwhales he continues, "there's also a few swivels we use too, a particular favourite of the Cap'n. Kaylee'll brief ye up on the guns."

   Leading you up a set of stairs to the aft, you find yourself on a raised deck overlooking the main he walks to the centre of the deck where the ship's wheel sits behind the binnacle, a sailor standing by it. "This is the Quarterdeck, if ye were aboard a Navy ship this would be officers and navigators only. Not here though, all decks of the ships are home to the whole company, should probably keep it clear though this is where we sail her from." Indicating the doors at the aft of the Quarterdeck, he continues, "that's the cabin, the Cap'n lives in there, we tend to leave it to 'er, she likes 'er privacy, y'see."

   Pointing to the raised deck at the bow, he grins, "that's the Fo'c'sle, sorry, Forecastle. We tend to use it for recreation when off duty, ye'll find a barrel of Purser's Punch there." He indicates the raised deck aft that forms the roof of the cabin, "that's the poop deck, much the same as the foc's'le." Motion to the rigging and masts he looks serious, "stay out of the rigging when off duty, the hands up there need all the room they can to work the sails. Eventually your turn'll come to be lookout. If yer scared of heights," he grins, "tough luck, it's over seventy feet to the top of the mainmast. Let's head below."

   Below deck is musty smelling and gloomy, the only light being from flickering candles and the cross-hatched light filtering through the gratings from above. The space is largely open, but is divided up by crates, barrels and boxes as well as the occassional set of bulkheads. The shadowy forms of hammocks can just be made out swinging to the roll of the ship, occassional snoring noises being emitted. "This is the hold,this is where ye'll sleep, pitch a hammock wherever ye can." Pointing to a partitioned area midship he smiles, "that's the galley, it's the domain of Movi, enter if ye dare! Forward ye'll find the sick bay and ye'll also be shown the armoury and powder room. Don't go in the latter without telling someone" Clapping his paws together, he sighs, "well, that's the tour! Any questions?"

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Feralys / Fletcher
« on: August 04, 2008, 06:41:07 PM »
Richard Fletcher

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Species: Richard Fletcher
Gender: Male
Eyes: N/A
Hair: N/A
Appearance: Quite coarse and rough-looking fletch has the look of a veteran. His fur is a ruddy brown colour and is amost always scruffy. He wears a thick woolen set of pants, a white linen shirt and has a heavy, weatherbeaten coat.
Clothes: N/A
Weapons: Musket, Bayonet

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Fletcher is 66.  He's blunt, steady but friendly, there isn't much that will throw old Fletcher off balance!

Not much is known about ol' Fletcher only that he served a time in the army and has been doing labour work ever since.

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