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Name: Marius de Orleans
Age: 23
DOB: 12th of August, 1763 in Orleans, France
Weight: 185 lbs.'
Hair color: Dark brown
Eye color: Emerald
Skin color: Very light tan/caucasian
Build: Runner (highly toned with moderate muscle mass)



History:

Marius de Orleans was born to Count Albert de Orleans and Countess Jeanevive of Le Rochelle on the 12th of August in Orleans. His mother, sadly, did not survive the pregnancy, and was buried soon after in the private cemetary on the estate grounds, the Chateau D'eu. Marius' father was never the same after his countess had passed, and neither was Marius, having learned of her death years later.
Through most of his childhood, Marius was taught by the finest scholars in France, learning everything from economics to fencing, in which he excelled at. One of his tutors, Monsieur Francois Montescue actually lived with the father and son at the chateau, acting as both a tutor to young Marius and consul to the Count Albert. Because of his mother's passing, Marius was kept inside of the estate grounds during his entire childhood, due mainly to his father's great fear of "losing his son".
Marius' unquestioned obedience carried on like this through most of his childhood, at least until he was 15. That is when he started desiring something more. He had read many of the books in their library, but the ones that truly captured his heart and imagination were those stories of the sea. There have been many a time when he would stare out of the window of his study out towards the horizon, dreaming of sailing, of ships, and of the sea. Yet, at the end of the day, he was brought back to his prospective and somewhat boring reality; that of French nobility, and all of the duties the title requires.
At the age of 16, which was the coming of age for young men and women, he was introduced into politics, meeting many of Frances nobles and politicians, liking very few, and trusting none of them. To him, they were all lying, thieving hypocrites with greedy hands and clever tongues. Though none dare to try and beguile his father, the Count Albert, many sought to corrupt young Marius with their views and ways and ideals... But Marius was much cleverer than them to be tricked and manipulated by them. Through these meetings and social balls, he learned how to play the political game, preying upon peoples ideas and how to manipulate the politicians and nobles; a skill he did not openly use, but thought handy to learn regardless. Around the age of 19, the Count Albert died after contracting pneumonia, leaving the Chateau D'eu and his vast fortune to his only son, Marius, naming him Count Marius de Orleans.
Despite such tragedy, the now Count Marius de Orleans reluctantly assumed the responsibilities of his late father, if only for a time. Now that he had become a count and acquired such a vast fortune, he named his former tutor and friend of the family, Monsieur Francois Montescue Chief Consul, and head of his estate in Marius' absence. With those measures in place, for Francois was highly knowledgeable in finances and economics, Count Marius took to Le Rochelle, home of his late mother. There he purchased a large galleon, named The Nebuchanezzar, from the East India Trading Company. His only task left is to hire on a crew, now finally taking on his lifelong dream of sailing the open seas...

Name: Robin Hook
Age: 18
DOB: 23th of December, 1767 in Brittany
Weight: 150 lbs.'
Hair color: Red-brown
Eye color: Blue
Skin color: Pale, her skin never burns or tans in the sun
Build: Gymnast



History:

Robin was born into the Hook family. Her parents were killed at sea when she was four. So she was raised by her uncles. They trained her from then on about the sea craft, from sword fighting to avoid pirates, to navigation, to kitchen work. Robin is a little gruff on the surface, but completely loyal to her friends. She is hard working and determined to do her best.
She was supposed to become first mate on her cousin's ship, but she felt that she couldn’t work under him. He didn’t believe that she knew anything, and she refused to be treated like an idiot while in a position of power. So she ran away to sea on another vessel as a lookout. This was how she made it to France, where she is now. She is in between jobs and currently looking for work.

Robin sat at a table in the corner and watched as a new guy entered the door.

"He's going to loose his purse that way," she commented to no one. She watched him move around the tavern noting that he wasnt lowly enough to be seen here. She stood and approached him, brushing her braid back over her shoulder.

"You'd better watch your purse," she said offering him her hand to shake. "The names Robin, Robin Hook."

His eyes, sharp and clear as a hawks, singled out the sleeping drunk and smiled, realizing he found the second crew member to his ship. "Maybe I'll make him quarter-master or something of the sort," he said to himself, tapping his chin as was his wont when he was thinking. Marius straightened his jacket and proceeded towards the man, weaving between the tables and nearly tripping over a pair of stout legs sticking out from beneath one of them. He stopped before the man's table and cleared his throat, announcing his presence to the man and, as a few of the people at the bar turned their heads, to the rest of the pub as well. "Umm... Excuse me sir?" There was no movement coming from the man except for the steady rise and fall of his back as he breathed. Frustrated, Marius slammed his hand onto the table, attempting to startle the man awake. It worked. The drunkard snapped awake and looked around, quickly reaching for his pistol and fumbling miserably, knocking aside his tankard that was laying on the floor. "Wha? Who there? Be gone with ye, ya slack-jawed idiot!" When he finally managed to get his bearings and pry himself from his drunken stupor, his lolling eyes managed to settle on Marius, and a mixture of frustration and irritation crossed his face as he snarled up at him. "And what the bloody hell do you want? You aint be needin' to wake me. I dun want whatever it is yer sellin'!" the man snarled without provocation, hoping to scare off Marius with slight insanity. Undaunted, Marius simply smiled and sat down, adopting his most polite smile and tone, "I have a proposition for you sir, if you'd be much obliged to accept it?" The man scratched the stubble on his chin for a moment before answering, "Tha' would depend 'n the nature of the prop'sition. I ain' 'bout ter be suckered into something foolish." The cleverness of this man somewhat caught Marius off-guard, though it did not refrain him from pressing onward. "My proposition is a job, if you're interested. I have a ship, and am in need of a crew to sail her. I will give you the position of quarter-master and..." Marius lowered his voice and leaned in, so only he and the man could hear. "A fair share of the bounty we will be bringing in, for my venture is that of a little... repossession, if you will, of certain goods and materials that travel the sea..." He leaned back into his seat again, a little smirk on his face and awaited the man's answer...

Robin had been watching as Marius had propositioned Gabriel. She knew that Gabriel didnt sign on with just anyone. And that this 'Captain' was much more than he seemed, and rich if she had any eye for it.

"So its underhanded deals for you," Robin said sitting in the seat next to Marius. "I'm in the market for a job. Whats your lay?" She had tied her hair into a braid over her left shoulder.

"Excuse me for one moment while I deal with that," Robin said standing and drawing her sword.

"That is enough! This is a tavern not a brawl. I wont tolerate it here." She barked. She walked up between the fighters and calm inserted herself between them. They startled as if they hadnt seen her comming.

"Sorry Miss Robin." One said stepping back and wiping blood out of his eyes.

"I wont do it again." The other said. Robin turned a death glare on both of them.

"See that you dont," she said. She turned and sheathed her rapier. The barman approached her as she headed back towards Marius. He offered her a drink in thanks. She smiled at him and said something quietly. He smiled and headed back to the bar.

"Sorry about that. I refuse to tolerate that kind of behavior in here," She said. "I am interested in your proposition. I do believe we have things in common that we could achieve. I agree to your terms under one condition. I get a hammock in the bunk just like the rest of the crew. Absolutely no special treatment. Is that acceptable to you?" She downed the drink and looked at Marius expectantly.

'Nebuchanezzar, Pier 7' Robin thought as she walked up to the barman to pay off her tab. She kept her eyes on her new Captain. She wondered what kind of nobility he came from, because he positively reeked of money.

'Maybe I should keep an eye on him for now. I can always get to the ship before him, I know the short cuts in this city.' She thought. Deciding that it was a good idea she bought a drink and curled up in her corner of the tavern. For those that knew her well, they understood she had a job and wasnt to be bothered.

Robin smiled and slowly sipped her drink, ready for anything that may happen.

The door to the pub swung open again, and Gabriel and two twins walked in, heading straight towards Marius. "Oye, captain! I've found ye a pair o' twins tha' be lookin' fer a job!" Gabriel said in a little too loud a voice. The twins, as they were, were a Asian. Japanese from the look of them, and each carried a Katana. The twin on the right carried it on his right side, then one on the left, on his left side, as if they were mirror images of each other. "Their names be... er.... I... I think the one on the right be Shinji, and the one on the left be Omoro, but I can't be sure. They look right alike, don' they captain?" he said with an unsteady smile, unsure if he had found suitable crewman. They look no older than 18, but have the faces of men who have seen much bloodshed. They'll do perfectly. "You've done well, Gabriel," said Marius, smiling and patting the wayward drunk kindly on the arm. Gabriel smiled big in appreciation. Marius then turned to look at the twins and looked them over with a sharp eye, sizing them up. "Hmmm... Have either of you ever sailed before?"

"Hai, we have. We've sailed-" said Shinji
"-on many ships and-" said Omoro
"-fought many battles-" said Shinji
"-and have honored ourselves-" said Omoro
"-as great warriors and sailors." said Shinji.

The way the two spoke caught Marius by surprise. They were more linked than he realized. Finishing each others sentences, though a little daunting, may prove rather useful. It at least showed that they could fight with unerring skill, if it ever came to that. "Well, you're most certainly hired. Your unique skills should prove useful. Welcome aboard, Shinji and Omoro," said Marius, quite pleased.

"Thank you, it is an honor to serve you, captain," they both said together.