Welcome to the Logs of Gally Kassidy, owned by Ryugen. This is a private journal, please do not post without permission.
Info
Name: Gally Kassidy
Owner: Ryugen
Stage: Ship's Boy
Crew Position: Gunner
Ship: Dementia
Description:
With her delicate doll like build and coloration, Gally is easy to mistake for a fragile and swooning innocent. But to assume this would be one of the more notable mistakes a body could make. Her sweet face and wide blue eyes hide an boil of temper and impatience second only to active volcano's, and her taste in boots are every bit as sturdy as they look.
She has a standing tallent for using pewter tankards as an offensive weapon, and thanks to her time with Morgan Malone, she's growing in proficiency with knives and pistols, though she's particularly facinated by pistols.
She likes sea-chantys and other bar room songs she can sing along to, cooking with hot spices, spicy food itself, a good ale. Purple, black, and other colors that make her pale complexion stand out, the smell of gunpowder, Morgan Malone "As a freind! Do you hear me? A FREIND!", and teaching gropey fools what for, and caramels.
Dislikes: Being hit on, being groped, not being aloud to give said gropers what she's sure they have coming, being drunk, bland food, saltwater toffee, and peppermint.
Background: Optional, any background history that may be important?
Gally Kassidy came to the sea, not through a long and illustrious line of sailors or a heart wrenching tale of a broken heart, or for a particular obsession with treasure and rum....but over a overturned tankard of ale.
The daughter of standard harbor town folks, Gally heard stories from all ends of the sea, but didn't, at least at first, give any particular thought to going to sea herself. She instead ended up securing a position at one of the local taverns, making tollerable tips of the 'generous when drunk'...occasionaly being the instigating factor in a bar fight....and the part that got her in trouble...more often -starting- the bar fight by kranging some inebriated lump in the head with his tankard for grabbing things he probably should have thought twice before grabbing.
Because being hit by the 'wenches' is understandably damned bad for business, she was in no uncertain terms told to stop handing out her concussive discouragements. This would be about when Morgan Malone entered the picture, overly drunk and not handling it with the most particular grace, he was ranting about how he would someday become the captain of his own ship, and in a moment of drunken and dawning revelation, he declared that Gally would be ideal as the captains "Freindly" Wench.
Gally was less than impressed with this dramatic declarement of favor, and promptly overturned his next mug of cold drink over his head, resulting in a enormous uproar from Morgan. In the resultant Chaos, Gally was promptly fired, and Morgan was, well.....damp. 'Reasonably' assuming that Morgan should frankly be manly and take the blame for all this, Gally confronted him and demanded to know if he really did intend to become an Captain of his own ship.
When the answer was yes, she promptly anounced that he'd better well make up for the loss of her job, because she was going to be his second in command come hell or high water, just for that.
Their rocky and intermitantly snipish freindship was founded on these bizzare foundations, but as she's followed him this far, it seems to have worked for the pair.
