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 Posted: Sat Apr 15, 2006 6:02 pm
 Welcome to the Logs of Rabbit Gray, owned by Ryugen. This is a private journal, please do not post without permission.  Info Name: Rob "Rabbit" Gray Owner: Ryugen Stage: Ship's Boy Crew Position: Deckhand Ship: Dementia Description:[bio]"Rabbit" was actually born comparatively far inland, enough to make it a bit surprising that he's come as far as he has to take a nautical life, though he has good reasons. Coming from a large family, with an noted skill as poachers, Rabbit earned his nickname, by which he's called so often that many people don't even know his name isn't really "Rabbit" When he was caught and took the fall for much of his familys poaching. This isn't to say he didn't have a hand in it, his own skills at poaching aren't lightly dismissed, though not so useful at sea...but whatever the case, he came very close to dying at the end of a rope. He was rescued at literaly the last minute, though he still has an very recognizable scar around his throat from his run in with hanging, that one of his brothers remarked made him look like a Rabbit that escaped the snare. The name stuck, though Rabbit left to get away, lest he be re-captured for poaching and not have quite so close a call this time. However, the scar, difficult to hide, made it difficult to impossible to find 'legitimate' work, which is perhaps why Rabbit turned his attention to the idea of Piracy. [personality] Rabbit is easy to mistake for being much like the creature his nickname comes from, placid and harmless, but from somewhere in his family tree he gets a fair amount of size, and an quiet burning temper thats slow to come to temperature, but equaly slow to cool off again once it's finaly been aroused. Already comparatively soft spoken, his voice can get even quieter when he's angry, though by the time he actually starts yelling, fists are probably flying, which fortunately isn't very often. In some odd sense, he has a deep respect for authority, perhaps born from his need to avoid it. Easier not to get in trouble with the folks who're convinced you're too cowed by them to be threatening, at least in his opinion. [description]Large, even for his age, Rabbit looks more like he should have been called "Bear" maybe, save for his quiet personality. His hair is a soft dull brown like a rabbit's pelt, and he wouldn't be surprised if it developed some early streaks of grey like his fathers did, which would make him look even more rabbit colored. While he doesn't try and grow a beard or moustache, he does grow his hair long, and lets it hang loose and a little disheveled, perhaps part of his self consious atempts to hide the scar around his throat, wich lends an odd raspy 'whisper' to his voice. Except for the neck scarf he wears in a poor attempt to cover the scar (which would work better if he actually tied it OVER the scar, but he finds that too close a reminder to his brush with dying...) he tends to wear dull earth tones and foresty tones, a reminder of where he came from, which made such colors good camoflague. There's the potential somewhere in there that he'll open back up and be every bit the proud strutting soul people come to expect in pirates, but it may take some coaxing to get there. 
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Posted: Mon Apr 24, 2006 7:46 am
{ ABOUT RABBIT GREY }
Name: Rob Grey
Nicknames:Rabbit
Parents: Erich and Josephene Grey
Hair: Dull brown, not unlike rabbit fur.
Eye Color: Pale Grey
Height: 5'10
Mate: None
Children: None
Talents: In spite of his size, Rabbit is very good at moving quietly and blending in once he learns his enviroment, obviously this isn't always possible, but his background in poaching make him quite stealthy never the less. He can also skin and dress a corpse quickly, and set a number of traps...very few of which he expects to be useful at sea.
Weapon Of Choice: A skinning knife
Favorite Colors: Moss Green
Favorite Foods: Venison
Favorite Sound: Birdsong
Favorite Weather: Fall
Favorite Scents: Fresh wood, woodsmoke, dry leaves and fall apples.
Dislikes: Anything to do with hanging, being stared at, talking too much.
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Posted: Mon Apr 24, 2006 8:11 am
((-He came to Divytown to find work, and work, just maybe, has found him, in the shape of a very unusual woman named Jemima Shipshankles, though as of yet, he's unaware of her name.-))
Am I being taken for a fool? Or has fortune finaly turned her smile back to me after all this time? I wish I knew...
She reeks like the bottom of a fish barel, mixed with...a few other unsavories, but she's the first person I've met who's looked at me and STILL offered me a job. Damn this scar...
I hope she's not mad...though I don't know what kind of ship would be called the Dementia. I need this job, I need the work, or I'll have to turn beggar, or theif...and then fast enough I'll be right back where I started won't I? At the end of a rope, or the point of someone's blade.
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Posted: Fri May 12, 2006 8:31 am
((Things continue to follow their overwhelming course, forcing Rabbit to wonder if he'll sink or swim, at the very least, however, he's made two passing aquaintences, Fawkes and Aurora...now what to do about the Mer-woman?))
I don't know what to make of all this...I feel in over my head. I still don't know who I'm supposed to talk to for real, and the fishy smelling woman hasn't come back yet...this worries me a bit. I wonder if we're being taken for fools?
I say we...the mer woman...a mer woman came into the bar, a real one...as pale as the drowned body they pulled out of the river a few years ago...also mentioned the Dementia. She wanted to know if any sailed on it.
I've also made the rough aquaintance of two...well I suppose they're Pirates in a place like this. A rather hung over looking young woman called Aurora, and her companion Fawkes, who has, more curiously, a streak of purple in his hair. I suppose it must be dye, but it's the first time I've seen a body make their hair PURPLE. Maybe it just shows how absoloutely backward I must seem to these folks...
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Posted: Mon May 15, 2006 11:29 am
More and more the talk about the Dementia alarms me, currently, the woman who may be the ships surgeon...
who also seems to be a falling down drunk. If this is what the crew and future crew of the Dementia must rely on for their health...I anticipate a great many sea-burrials. I don't want to be burried at sea! Hell I just don't want to be burried for a long time to come!
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Posted: Sun Jun 11, 2006 8:44 am
Some things seem to happen only to remind you that somewhere beyond your ken, some god of ill luck has looked down for a victim, pointed their vast and dark finger and said "You. You there'. You're just perfect." And after that your life goes to sh--.
Like now, for example. Of all the days for me to try and find a place on a ship, I pick the day in which the navy desides to raid the port. I suppose I can count myself a lucky man that I wasn't torn in half by one of the cannon balls that they flung so freely at the port with total abandon, but I wasn't so lucky as not to be captured.
Neither was Fawkes, or the mer woman...or one of the other pirates I saw. There's actually a great many of us all in one small cell, but only four guards.
Part of me still says 'how overconfident of them', but another part says 'how weak we must be that they need so few guards...'.
Still, even an trapped Rabbit will turn and fight, I won't go to the gallows without fighting for my life.
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 10:22 pm
A miracle! And by such a strange source. The mer-woman herself is owed much if we live the day and get free, it's her voice and magic that swayed our captors, and let us work the bloody door from it's hinges. I'd be surprised if I be the only one though that can feel it creeping in around my own edges, and I've tied my scarf over my ears in the hopes she not, by mistake, cripple our escape in attempting to keep the guards unaware as we'ved asked her. Though if we can seize their guns, we'll be well off.
Let us only escape, and I swear I'll have much greater faith in folk with gills.....
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Posted: Mon Sep 25, 2006 6:45 am
Lady luck is rolling her dice on our behalf....for now anyway. Lost Fawkes for a bit...but found him again. No. Actually...he found me and nearly scared the life out of me....and identified a man we saw in uniform as being both freind...and pirate. Part of the DEmentia's crew. "Johannes Graves" has...aquired a ship he is calling the Katherine....and taking us with him. Fawkes and I did backtrack, I tracked the mer woman...her name is Kailani....to the shore. She had been waiting there...
We had Master Graves permission to seek her out and ask her to join us....though he did not enjoy the idea.
I don't fault him. If I had not seen her save our lives I would balk myself to going aboard a ship with her.
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Posted: Tue Oct 03, 2006 5:05 pm
((ooc: YESSSSSSHAAHAHAHA I got myfirststar. blaugh ))
Fawkes should have been a poacher, he has a skill for approaching quietly from behind, like a fox. Fawkes...the Fox.
I wonder how he would take to such a title. He is a good man though for all I have seen.
We took the Katherine to sea, by Kailani's guidance, though I am not...truly certain I can call myself a pirate...as I spent much of the trip sorting out what food could and could not be saved...and trying to keep my feet.
I beleive I am...getting the hang of the second part. So perhaps I will make a sailor yet. Perhaps. The Isla DeOliva, where we are now....this is quite a different place than Divytown. It seems considerably more wild, and the Dementia is apparently freely docked here, or so Said Fawkes.
I suggested perhaps, that we seek it out before he is left behind again. Do all pirates abandon their crew at a whim? If so it must be terribly hard to keep track of who is and who isn't still working for a ship...
I don't know, perhaps I just don't know enough of the matter, but it seems dangerous to me, and I fear the idea of being left behind in another cell, with no Fawkes or Kailani to keep my neck from the noose.
Damned rope...I still fear that such a thing might have a life of it's own, and be hungry for an better taste of me.
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 10:26 pm
(( eek TWO STARS! BOOYEAH! *dances*))
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We were about to raise a toast, to our own small group in the pub called the Golden Cutlass. A toast to Aurora, to Fawkes and myself for having survived. (Kailani seems to have gone her way, perhaps returning to the sea?)
It would have been a lovely thing, God knows we had much to celebrate, though I feel...not worth the part Fawkes wanted to add, to celebrate my agreement to try for the Dementia as crew....
Our celebrations were cut short though by an rather sudden interuption, a younger boy who ran head long into a woman pirate with very wild curly hair, and started talking quickly to her. Something about curses and 'mortal danger'.
Given where we've been so recently, I fear perhaps no supernatural curse but perhaps the navy following excaping ships like the Katherine.
Or if it be supernatural, perhaps something like the other woman who walked in, another mer woman, like Kailani, but she dressess more in the style of someone moneyed, even with a pearl at her neck. I don't think I would be able to buy a pearl if I saved for a year. Perhaps these things are more common to the mer-folk, though weather they harvest them themselves, or simply sink ships that cary them I don't know.
I wish I knew what was about, but I have no answers yet. I track blindly following the marks of an animal about which I know nothing, save that I can see where it has been, and that I have some hint where it might be going, provided that it is not -so- unfamiliar a beast that I'm following it backward, while perhaps it comes up on me from behind in silence.
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Posted: Wed Feb 28, 2007 1:46 am
As releived as I was to finaly leave the Isla de Olivia, especially after an incident with an odd little man with blue hair that I don't think I was imaigning. (If I'm not mistaken he attempted tp move on me like I was a woman, not a man...then went after another man in the bar, who was alarmingly more....accomidating.)
I have to admit that releif was short lived, when the overheard stories about a ship full of monsters appeared before us.
It looked like just another ship, so perhaps this is why Captain Kruel desided to attack, but it was not a battle that ended well for us.
A few others also took harm, fortunatly for all of us, none of it was cripling, though I was amoung the injured. I managed to kill a man who looked to be half boar, but not before he'd left quite a gash down my arm. Perhaps testimant to the battle that I did not notice till after. One just hopes that thats not how they came to the terrible state they were in.
What frightened me perhaps a little more than their looks though was how -simple- it was to actually kill them once the knife went home. I was not unlike killing a real boar, even the way the knife felt burried in flesh, and the color of blood. Is it really so un-different from killing an animal to kill a man, whatever state he has been brought to?
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