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| George Thompson; Marine Private | |
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| Topic Started: 10 Feb 2009, 03:07 PM (248 Views) | |
| Aztec Gold | 10 Feb 2009, 03:07 PM Post #1 |
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OOC Info Username: Sharpiefan How did you find out about AG: I know Doc, and followed a link Have you read the rules and agree to abide by them? Yes Character Biography Given Name: George Surname: Thompson Nickname: Age: 26 Sex: Male Ethnicity: English Country of Birth: Chatham, England Current Whereabouts: Port Royal Occupation: Marine Private Former Occupation(s): Street urchin Parents: He was born the son of a Chatham prostitute, so he never knew his father. He got on fairly well with his mother, Bessie. Siblings: One younger sister, Annie Children: None Avatar:  Description: He is about five feet seven inches (it's only a guess; he's never actually measured himself!) with blue eyes and brown hair. He has a tanned face and hands, though the tan stops where his jacket starts, leaving his neck, wrists, arms and torso pale. The contrast is stark when he takes his shirt off. He has a friendly, open expression on his face, and is quite thin, due to being undernourished as a child. He wears the white-faced red coat, white breeches and black tricorne of His Majesty's Marines. He takes care over his appearance, which is a direct result of the fact that his uniform is the first proper clothing he's ever had after a childhood lived in rags, though most of his attention is spent on his musket. He generally wears his hair unpowdered if he can, though he still keeps it in a neat queue. It is only for formal parades that he powders his hair and changes his long black gaiters for the smarter white ones. He has the scars of a flogging on his back, due to a run-in with an officer when drunk, and thinner scars from a cane across the back of his legs, received during training from a particularly sadistic Sergeant. Strengths & Weaknesses: He is optimistic, always trying to look on the bright side of things. He tries to see the good in other people, even if it is not obvious to those around them, which has led to his getting hurt before now. He is patient, but can snap without warning when he is pushed too far, which he deals with by getting away from situations where he has to deal with people if possible as it is either that or hit someone. He has a good head for heights, and is a sharpshooter, going up into the fighting tops in battle, using the futtock shrouds as the sailors do, even when hampered by a musket slung across his back. Although clever, he is untaught and illiterate, signing his name on his attestation form with an X. His childhood and training have taught him to bear pain uncomplainingly, and he will keep going even when wounded, almost until he drops. Even if ordered to desist, he will keep fighting despite his wounds if his friends or fellow Marines are in trouble. History: Thompson was born and brought up in the Naval town of Chatham, in a brothel catering to the soldiers and sailors who passed through the town. As a young boy, he used to wander down to the riverside to watch the ships passing up and down the Medway, wondering where they had come from or where they were going. His life as a street urchin meant that he learned to fend for himself from a young age. He acquired the ability to pick pockets, although it was not something that he found himself doing very often, and although he can still do it, he is reluctant to admit to having such a disreputable skill, especially in the close-knit community of the lower deck. More often, he was to be found loitering outside one or other of the several inns along the High Street frequented by Army and Navy officers, in the hope of earning a penny or two running errands or doing some small service for one of the officers. His childhood was tough, but generally happy, although he dreaded Saturdays when Punchy Wright used to visit the brothel, after drinking heavily. He came in one day to find Punchy threatening one of the younger children for not doing something, and stepped in to take the blame. The blow he took knocked him off his feet into the wall, but the other boy got away. He avoided Punchy after that, and dislikes drunken fights, a feeling exacerbated later when he was part of a squad of soldiers sent to break up a bar brawl and he got hit in the face by one of the fighters and had to be helped back to barracks afterwards. He will defend his friends though, even in situations like that, as he shows great loyalty to his friends and expects the same in return. Despite knowing the alleys and backstreets of Chatham intimately, by the age of fourteen he was finding it increasingly harder to avoid the pressgangs sent to press men and boys into the Navy. Fascinated by the uniforms of the soldiers, and the mystery of the ships, he eventually found himself outside the local barracks, where he took the King's shilling, enlisting into the 50th Regiment of Foot, a Kentish regiment, currently serving with the Royal Navy as marines. He found training to be absolute hell, as he ended up training for six months with a sadistic sergeant who preferred recruits to be scared stiff rather than thinking for themselves, and wielded his cane with deadly effect. Thompson still bears the scars on the backs of his thighs from his days in training. He also has a deep and lasting hatred of people who use their rank to bully those who are not so well off as themselves or who can't defend themselves. He eventually finished training after six months, and joined other men from his regiment aboard His Majesty's Sloop Vixen. It was here that he really learned what it was to be a soldier, under the tutelage of Corporal Davis, who encouraged and persuaded every soldier aboard to go aloft to the fighting top at least three times, on the basis that it might only be volunteers who went up, but you never knew if you could volunteer till you tried it. Thompson found that he had a good head for heights and volunteered to be one of the sharpshooters, firing from the tops when in action. He served with the 50th during the rest of the War of Austrian Succession, enjoying their role as Marines and the sea-going lifestyle, with the lack of marching and bivouacs and the benefits of three square meals a day and a guaranteed roof over his head at night. When the Marines were raised and soldiers from the 50th were given the opportunity to transfer across, Thompson was one of the first to volunteer. He has now served for twelve years, most of the time at sea. He has most recently spent three months back at the Chatham depot, of which he divided his time between standing guard in the Dockyard or on the Dockyard gate, and being posted as a sentry on the receiving ship, standing guard over the newly pressed men. He is part of a draft sent out to Port Royal to replace men killed in the recent mutiny. Sample/Past Roleplay: So, it had all come from his first ship. "But give sailors a chance to show pride in themselves and their work, and they will. And there ain't a ship in the Fleet that looks better'n one the sailors are proud of." He tried to think of a way to show what he meant, and held out his musket. "Like this here. If I weren't right proud of bein' a Marine, she wouldn't be so good as she is, 'cause I wouldn't take the care over her that I do. Do you... do you understand me meanin', sir?" He sighed a little. "Threaten a man with the cat, and he'll do the job, but it won't be as well done as someone who's proud of theirselves, and their ship." He wasn't sure the midshipman would understand what he was trying to say, but wasn't sure he could think of another way to say it. He'd been lucky in all the ships he'd served on. The only time he'd struggled was in training, and he wasn't quite sure whether that was because of the training itself or because every recruit was terrified half out of his wits of the Sergeant and his cane. Answer here if you give permission for a link to exist on the website to your bio: Yes |
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