Post by Aaron Fletcher on Jan 12, 2006 2:00:08 GMT -5
Aaron Fletcher’s father, Christopher Fletcher, was a dishonest merchant, who lived in London, England. When a certain shady business deal was found out by the wrong people, Christopher thought it wise to move his wife and himself out of the country. Traveling to Tortuga, he soon fit right in, after all power can be bought with a price. He made friends with the governor of Tortuga, and soon found himself one of his trusted advisors. Living in a finer house then most, in a more respectable part of town, he helped to run the haven for pirates and vagabonds. Mrs. Fletcher, or Cate, did not adapt well to the rough life of that particular port. She shut herself up in the house, and never left it.
Soon after moving to Tortuga, The Fletchers had a son, whom they named Aaron. He grew into a fine strong lad, who loved Tortuga, and everything it held for him. By the time he was 8 years old he knew the port like the back of his hand. He had his father’s eyes, and his mother’s hair. But his smile was all his own.
Four years after Aaron was born, Mrs. Fletcher gave birth to another child. A girl this time, who they decided to name Melissa. Sadly Mrs. Fletcher died three days after giving birth. Christopher was devastated and blamed himself for bringing her to Tortuga in the first place. He devoted himself to his dark haired daughter and practically ignored Aaron. This was of course perfectly fine with the lad. As he grew he roamed about Tortuga and picked up the skills and tricks of the pirates, pickpockets, and mercenaries. When he turned 13 his father gave him a job as a runner. He dashed about town, collecting money, making sure that people who were supposed to die were dead, and reporting overly suspicious activity. At 16 he joined the squad of young men who helped to kill those who needed to be killed. He also made an acquaintance with a young woman who was a very deadly. He would often deliver money to her for finishing jobs that his father wanted done. He and Kat, for that is who it was, held a healthy respect for each other, and almost never spoke. But they knew if they were ever in a tight pinch they could count on the each other.
Aaron lived in the lower streets of Tortuga, almost never going up to his father’s house. Occasionally he went to deliver money, or pick up information, but he normally would go to see his sister. She was never allowed to leave the house, and he would spin tales of the wonders of the outside world. His father always ended it by basically shoving him out the door. He and his sister wrote to each other, and one day the note said that she was dying to get out and away.
“I am 13 years old and I have no clue what the outside of the house looks like! Let alone the docks and taverns.”
The next day Aaron snuck up to the house and through a window, helped his sister to “escape”. He would bring her back that night, but he thought it wasn’t fair that she should never be allowed to roam free. He took her around Tortuga, staying out of the seedier parts (if that is possible) and showed her his favorite haunts. As they walked home that night Aaron suggested that they go the long way, through the forested part of the island to get home. Melissa said that was nonsense and plowed ahead. Aaron dashed after her. He told her that she didn’t understand. They were about to enter the worst part of town, and night was falling fast. She smirked and asked what could be so bad. He told her she didn’t want to know. Turning she raced away straight into the heart of the worst pubs and taverns. Aaron raced after her and yelled at her to watch were she was going. But it was too late. Melissa ran right into a group of inebriated men and was soon caught fast in their grasp. Aaron rushed up and did his best to save his sister but was knocked to the ground. He laid there, his head on the cobblestones, blacking out for a bit. After a little bit he came to and struggled to stand. He looked up and just barely caught a glimpse of his sister being carried down the street screaming. He rushed after and saw they were heading towards the docks. He turned a corner and was grabbed by two men. They began to beat him harshly and then holding him dragged him towards the docks. There Aaron was forced to watch a man drown his sister while stripping her clothes off. One of the men holding him whispered in his ear “We know who your daddy is boy… make sure he gets the message.” Then they hit him on the back of the head with a sword hilt, and he crumpled to the ground.
Needless to say, Christopher never forgave his son, and told him that if he ever came up the hill again he could expect death. He still kept Aaron in his employment though, but made sure he was under watch for most of the time. Aaron drowned his sorrow and anguish in rum and women. He found how easily it was to get women and then throw them away. He slowly began to turn to the dark side of his nature, and lived in hate and misery. There was a slightly older man in the group of “workers” who went by the name of Javert. Aaron never quite trusted him, and one day found out why. One day, in counting up the money they were supposed to deliver to the “boss” as they called him, they found they were 5 quid short. In searching pockets and pouches, they found the money on Javert. He laughed and simply stated that he was due a little more pay. Aaron sent a note to his father, and Javert was promptly discharged. Aaron still wonders to this day why he was not killed like so many others.
At 19 Aaron happened to be walking down the street when he heard a cry for help. Normally he would have just kept walking, but then he saw the culprits. Javert and his buddies were molesting a young girl. Quickly Aaron drew his pistol, which he had already used that morning, and ordered them to leave… if you want to know the rest of that story read “The True Story of Aaron and Saber”.
After certain happenings Aaron once again buried himself in the pleasure of rum and women. For almost 6 years he lived this way and then realized he couldn’t stay that way forever. When a Captain by the name of Barbossa came around looking for crew members, Aaron was one of the first to sign on. And if you want to know the rest… follow “Of Stolen Treasures and Frozen Shores”.
Adding a bit of discription about myself...
Aaron is tall, about 6ft 3in, and muscular. (typical pirate guy... has anyone else noticed that all of our guys are freakishly tall, and all of our women are short?) Despite being 25 (in the current rpg) he has a boyish face. His face is clean shaven, but his white blonde hair constantly falls in his deep blue eyes. His clothing is typical, but he seems to favor the color white. His shirt is a light blue, that brings out his eyes, and his pants, belt, and boots are black. His boot however have white celtic designs on them, and under his belt he wears a white sash. Thrust in the sash are a cutlass and two pistols. On his hip he also carries a long hunting knife.
meh... i guess thats it...
Soon after moving to Tortuga, The Fletchers had a son, whom they named Aaron. He grew into a fine strong lad, who loved Tortuga, and everything it held for him. By the time he was 8 years old he knew the port like the back of his hand. He had his father’s eyes, and his mother’s hair. But his smile was all his own.
Four years after Aaron was born, Mrs. Fletcher gave birth to another child. A girl this time, who they decided to name Melissa. Sadly Mrs. Fletcher died three days after giving birth. Christopher was devastated and blamed himself for bringing her to Tortuga in the first place. He devoted himself to his dark haired daughter and practically ignored Aaron. This was of course perfectly fine with the lad. As he grew he roamed about Tortuga and picked up the skills and tricks of the pirates, pickpockets, and mercenaries. When he turned 13 his father gave him a job as a runner. He dashed about town, collecting money, making sure that people who were supposed to die were dead, and reporting overly suspicious activity. At 16 he joined the squad of young men who helped to kill those who needed to be killed. He also made an acquaintance with a young woman who was a very deadly. He would often deliver money to her for finishing jobs that his father wanted done. He and Kat, for that is who it was, held a healthy respect for each other, and almost never spoke. But they knew if they were ever in a tight pinch they could count on the each other.
Aaron lived in the lower streets of Tortuga, almost never going up to his father’s house. Occasionally he went to deliver money, or pick up information, but he normally would go to see his sister. She was never allowed to leave the house, and he would spin tales of the wonders of the outside world. His father always ended it by basically shoving him out the door. He and his sister wrote to each other, and one day the note said that she was dying to get out and away.
“I am 13 years old and I have no clue what the outside of the house looks like! Let alone the docks and taverns.”
The next day Aaron snuck up to the house and through a window, helped his sister to “escape”. He would bring her back that night, but he thought it wasn’t fair that she should never be allowed to roam free. He took her around Tortuga, staying out of the seedier parts (if that is possible) and showed her his favorite haunts. As they walked home that night Aaron suggested that they go the long way, through the forested part of the island to get home. Melissa said that was nonsense and plowed ahead. Aaron dashed after her. He told her that she didn’t understand. They were about to enter the worst part of town, and night was falling fast. She smirked and asked what could be so bad. He told her she didn’t want to know. Turning she raced away straight into the heart of the worst pubs and taverns. Aaron raced after her and yelled at her to watch were she was going. But it was too late. Melissa ran right into a group of inebriated men and was soon caught fast in their grasp. Aaron rushed up and did his best to save his sister but was knocked to the ground. He laid there, his head on the cobblestones, blacking out for a bit. After a little bit he came to and struggled to stand. He looked up and just barely caught a glimpse of his sister being carried down the street screaming. He rushed after and saw they were heading towards the docks. He turned a corner and was grabbed by two men. They began to beat him harshly and then holding him dragged him towards the docks. There Aaron was forced to watch a man drown his sister while stripping her clothes off. One of the men holding him whispered in his ear “We know who your daddy is boy… make sure he gets the message.” Then they hit him on the back of the head with a sword hilt, and he crumpled to the ground.
Needless to say, Christopher never forgave his son, and told him that if he ever came up the hill again he could expect death. He still kept Aaron in his employment though, but made sure he was under watch for most of the time. Aaron drowned his sorrow and anguish in rum and women. He found how easily it was to get women and then throw them away. He slowly began to turn to the dark side of his nature, and lived in hate and misery. There was a slightly older man in the group of “workers” who went by the name of Javert. Aaron never quite trusted him, and one day found out why. One day, in counting up the money they were supposed to deliver to the “boss” as they called him, they found they were 5 quid short. In searching pockets and pouches, they found the money on Javert. He laughed and simply stated that he was due a little more pay. Aaron sent a note to his father, and Javert was promptly discharged. Aaron still wonders to this day why he was not killed like so many others.
At 19 Aaron happened to be walking down the street when he heard a cry for help. Normally he would have just kept walking, but then he saw the culprits. Javert and his buddies were molesting a young girl. Quickly Aaron drew his pistol, which he had already used that morning, and ordered them to leave… if you want to know the rest of that story read “The True Story of Aaron and Saber”.
After certain happenings Aaron once again buried himself in the pleasure of rum and women. For almost 6 years he lived this way and then realized he couldn’t stay that way forever. When a Captain by the name of Barbossa came around looking for crew members, Aaron was one of the first to sign on. And if you want to know the rest… follow “Of Stolen Treasures and Frozen Shores”.
Adding a bit of discription about myself...
Aaron is tall, about 6ft 3in, and muscular. (typical pirate guy... has anyone else noticed that all of our guys are freakishly tall, and all of our women are short?) Despite being 25 (in the current rpg) he has a boyish face. His face is clean shaven, but his white blonde hair constantly falls in his deep blue eyes. His clothing is typical, but he seems to favor the color white. His shirt is a light blue, that brings out his eyes, and his pants, belt, and boots are black. His boot however have white celtic designs on them, and under his belt he wears a white sash. Thrust in the sash are a cutlass and two pistols. On his hip he also carries a long hunting knife.
meh... i guess thats it...
