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Zoe
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||Gender|| Female
||Age|| Youngin'
||Species|| ???
||Breed|| ???
||Path|| ???

||Likes|| Being told about the oceans and seas by Chale, playing with water, her 'brother' and going on scavenger hunts.

||Dislikes|| Arguments, being unnecessarily mean to others.

||Personality|| Is a little more timid than her 'brother', Able, but is always eager and attentive. She is especially playful when water is concerned and tends to be easily distracted by things such as puddles or rivers.

||Goals|| To go on her own adventures with Able and roam the high seas, just like Chale always tells her about.

Simon Pusswillow
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m||Gender|| Male
m||Age|| 31
m||Nationality|| British
m||Occupation|| Treasure Hunter, Self-Proclaimed Historian, Linguist
m||Likes|| Pontificating, Living a cushy lifestyle, manipulating others into doing things for him, generally getting his own way, and having the intellectual upper-hand.
m||Dislikes|| Getting snookered, being tongue-tied, sleeping out int he wild, having been mistaken for being a girl from behind, getting picked on for being short and his peculiar last name.
m||Personality|| With his short statue come more short-comings. Simon comes from a long line of historians, some of them actually rather good; and while he managed to inherent the ego it seems the rest got lost in the mail as he actually knows very little, and makes up what he doesn't know.
This said, Simon isn't a bad person on the whole, he's just very selfish and grew up a spoiled brat, so all his objectives tend to spiral around himself. Though he can be compassionate for others and constantly badgers Chale about getting in conflicts; personally afraid of confrontation himself and blood most of all.
m||Goals|| Reclaiming the glorious fortune his grandfather had, and going about it by stealing borrowing maps to treasures and interpreting them to the best of his ability. Dragging about his Spaniard friend Chale whom he met on one such 'expedition for glory'.

||~ Personal History ~||

Simon grew up in a lavish setting. His dad, like his dad before him, and his dad before him all the way up to Simon's great great great grandpa were all very distinguished historians and librarians. Although, such streaks of luck do not always last, and with the birth of Simon the luck train took a hard turn and flew straight off the tracks.

Simon was not what one would call a challenged boy, but a challenge was certainly not something he was keen on. Even as a youth and young man he would put as almost as much effort into avoiding a task then what the task would have actually required.

Skipping out of classes, avoiding tutors, and developing sticky fingers as boy eventually became man lead to him being unceremoniously 'kicked out of the family'. He had gotten caught pawning one of his grandpa's artifacts to buy himself his very own pocket watch, the latest in technology at the time.

With little money to his name, and not too many friends either due to a very dogmatic nature of his; Simon found himself in the position of actually having to acquire work or finding a alternative form of revenue. And so he picked the one thing that revolved around the one skill he had developed over the years- Treasure hunting, or namely Grave Robbing, depending on what side of the debate you were on at the time.

It was on one of these expeditions of his that he met up with the man by the name of Chale. Simon thought Chale was a pretty swell guy, seeming to have the same morals (or lack there of) and saving his scrawny a** from a small mob of angry indigenous people reinforced this opinion. The two quickly became friends, whether this was Chale's intention or not was unclear, but Simon believed it to be so, and so it was.

Their current trouble all started with a bar, as these sort of problems usually do. A recruiter was asking for able hands to join Hortez's crew and sail to the new world in search of special idols. Idols which were said to summon fierce gods, and could be a very valuable. This really was all it took for Simon, and soon they were off to the new world, in search of the next big treasure and ticket to a lap of luxury.

|l FAQ l|


• Why put so much work into a journal?
  -Because drawing and making graphics is fun, and we enjoy RPing together.
  
  
• Why don't the pets have as much infos as the OCs?
  -Because they are bit wee little tots that we've not RP'd yet! We barely know them! *A* You try writing long bios about someone you've only known a couple days rather then someone you made up yourself!
  
  
• But hey wait! D| Those two arn't Mayans!
  -Perceptive, good sir! They're not, but it was in the year 1519 that Cortes took his expedition to the new world and happened across some not-too-pleased mayans. We figure these two were on the boat, and got left behind.
  
  
• Then who is this 'Hortez'?
  -We call Cortes 'Hortez' because we don't feel like looking up everything to be historically accurate, I mean, come on. So consider it an alternative universe imperialist.

There is a horrible, horrible sinking feeling known to the world that everyone has the delight of being acquainted to at least once in his or her lifetime. A kind of feeling that is so bad, so down right horrendous that it makes the hair on your grandmother's wrinkly upper lip (that you had been so previously oblivious to) scratch you when she gives you a slobbering kiss on the cheek. It even makes you privy to the fact that your pet dog's breath smells far better than your own after a ham and pickle sandwich with all the trimmings and that said sandwich is going straight to your hips.

"What devilish feeling is this?" might you ask? Well, you might not ask, because, as I mentioned, you'll have probably felt it's sting one or twice. Yes, that's right. I'm talking about none other than the notion of-

Realisation.

And, right at that very moment, realisation is exactly what Chale experienced. If it had been possible, his heart would have sunk into his gut and his brain surely would have followed suit as he watched Hortez's large and unmistakable ship sail off into the distance of the ocean. Away from danger. Away from land. Away from Simon and he.

At his companions declaration that their ship was blatantly over there instead of here, Chale couldn't help but let out a low growl of irritation.

"I thought you were the one with brains."

His accent was thick and heavy, only having learnt to speak the English language with a certain amount of fluidity in the past recent years. He still had trouble trying to determine what to say sometimes, words occasionally escaping him completely and leaving him to "Um" and "Ah", which is one of the reasons why he hated too much talk. He couldn't get things across very well.

"We are stuck here!" He yelled and raised his hands high in the air. "Our ship has gone from the land back to the sea and we are not on it!" His words were exaggerated by the actions his hands were making, a common sight with him as he felt like he could express himself a lot easier if his words had actions to go with them.

Chale muttered something under his breath that was most likely spiteful to the smaller man. He knew very well that the ship wasn't going to turn back and the fact that Simon really, honest to God seemed to believe it would- well, it managed to rub him all the wrong way.

"You pig's bottom! It is not going turn around for us." With a final wave of his hand, he crossed his arms angrily and started to chew on his bottom lip for lack of anything else to do.

"This is being your fault."

It was safe to say that, a lot of the time, Chale understood barely anything of what his companion said. It wasn't because he didn't have a good grasp on the language, oh no. It was because Simon tended to add in an overwhelming amount of complex words that needn’t have ever been said. Chale had come to the conclusion that if there were too many all and he would go about his business with at least one more shred of his temper in check.

So, only hearing the last part as "Hortez and his deplorable diplomacy skills are the ones at fault here!", well, he was fortunate that sentence still made sense. Sort of.

Chale frowned. "Do not call me the 'love'. It is a weak term."

He didn't seem to be intimidated in the least by Simon's attempt to bulk himself up like some sort of bird ruffling out its feathers. He actually found it quite amusing and-

"Stop puffing out like fish full of air. It makes you look funny."

-voiced his opinion.