Post by Neron Diego on Jan 25, 2006 20:11:36 GMT -5
Woot!!! More evilness! Neron will not be appearing in the current RPG, because if he does, I will royaly screw up the plot... yes yes I know you know how much fun I have doing that, but considering I already have evil plans, we'll let Neron get used to being around the site for a bit before we truely unleash him.
My pity on you all,
~Saber
Name: Neron Diego = “The stern supplanter”
Nickname: He doesn’t need one… with a name like that… :-P
Age: Around 30
Alliance: He’s bad… through and through.
Location: Wherever the market is best.
Description: 5ft 10in in height, and well built for his size. Relatively handsome, he comes of Hispanic origin, but he speaks perfect English. His black hair is shoulder length and he lets it hang down, instead of tying it back. He sports a clean cut beard and mustache. His eyes are a dark brown, and normally have a lustful or evil glint in them. Because of his trade, he earns good hard money, and dresses a little nicer then your average pirate. He wears a white silk shirt and a black waistcoat on top of that. Black pants, and boots are the bottom of his costume, and a blood red gentleman’s jacket completes his outfit. Thrust into his thick black leather belt, are a brace of pistols and a dagger. The dagger’s hilt is the skull of some poor small animal, probably a rodent of some sort. At his side hangs a beautiful sword, with a blackened steel hilt, with silver filigree laid into the handle.
History: Neron has no clue where he comes from, or who his parents are. He has no siblings that he knows of, and figures his past is simply the same as many others. Born out of wedlock, and abandoned on the street. He vaguely remembers a young woman carrying him through the streets of a town, but that’s all he can remember. Spending the better part of his childhood in Port Royal, he constantly fought to survive. If you weren’t caught by the marines for stealing, a bigger boy was sure to find you and take away your spoils. As he grew, he soon learned that picking pockets and swiping apples from food stands was not enough to support a person. He tried, for a little while at least, to find someone who would teach him a trade, but no one would take a wild 12 year old boy from the street. He found bits of work, feeding animals, and sweeping up, but it never lasted long, and never paid well. Then it happened… the job that would change his life forever. He was 14, and was working in a tavern in the poorer section of Port Royal. That night, when he was done cleaning up the main room, he went to his employer for his weeks pay. The man, fool that he was, thought he could trick this uneducated lad, and only gave half of what was promised. Neron, needless to say, was not happy. He cursed the man, and threatened to get even. The tavern keeper laughed, and told him to be off before he called the marines. Neron left the tavern cursing and shouting threats. He made his way to his corner of the street, and took out a small box from behind a loosened brick. In the box was a dagger that he had stolen a few years back. It was small… but would do the job. He was fed up with the people who looked down on him like he was trash, and decided he would take it out on this tavern keeper.
Neron killed the man in his sleep, without a thought, and began to ransack the tavern, taking anything of value. While going through a drawer, he heard a small noise behind him. Turning, he saw with shock, a little girl, probably not more then 11 years old. He hadn’t known that the tavern keeper had a daughter after all he had worked there a full week and never once saw her! Thinking quickly he grabbed her and stopped up her mouth. Grabbing a wooden mug from behind the bar, he smashed it against her head, and knocked her unconscious. This would never do. No one would know who had killed the man if he left quickly enough, but the girl had seen him. But he couldn’t kill her… he could kill a man who cheated him, but he couldn’t kill a little girl. Stuffing the last of the valuables in a bag, he put the bag over his shoulder, and then picked up the girl. He carried her out and wracked his brain for what to do. Looking about the empty streets he remembered an old crone who begged on a street corner not far from there. She sometimes gave the street urchins advice, and helped the little girls to get money. Maybe she would know what to do. Running, he soon came to the corner, and found the crone sleeping against the wall. He woke her up and told his story. The woman cackled and told him she was proud that he finally had become a man. She then said she knew exactly what to do with the girl, and reached into a sack sitting near by. She pulled out more solid gold pieces then Neron had ever seen together at one time. She told him to give her the girl, and that she would give him the gold. He readily agreed. Taking his spoils back to his own street corner he couldn’t believe his good fortune. He had made more money that night then all of the money he had collected over his entire life. He knew he couldn’t stay in Port Royal, so the next morning he went down to the docks and bought passage on a large but shabby vessel. It was the only one who would take a lad, who suddenly turned up with shining gold coins, and couldn’t give a straight answer as to how he got them. It turned out to be a slaver, and every day Neron watched in fascination as men, women, and children, colored, and white were loaded on at one port, and sold off at another. The money that passed through the hands of these slavers was stunning, and Neron was fascinated by it all. When the slave ship made a stop in Tortuga, Neron thought he had enough of sea travel, and decided to make his home there.
He lived his life to the fullest in Tortuga, and it wasn’t until he was 19 years old that he realized, if you wanted to have rum, women, and gambling, you have to have some sort of steady income. So leaving many debts behind, he took to the seas once more, this time on a pirate ship. He was a common sailor on the vessel, and hated being pushed around, and told what to do. Once again, his luck changed, and they boarded a vessel that had several beautiful young women as passengers. The Captain, being superstitious, wanted to have some fun, take their jewels, and then kill them. He would not allow them to stay on his ship for long. Neron, seizing his chance, spun tales for his fellow shipmates of the money to be had for prizes such as these. After all, he had experienced it first hand, and had seen plenty of it while on board the slave ship. The crew rebelled against their captain, seeing the sense in what Neron said. After mutinying, and killing their Captain, the pirates soon chose to place Neron in charge. That’s when he gave himself the last name Diego… meaning “the supplanter”. Sailing to the Americas they sold the women, and made a very good profit. This was certainly an easier way to make money then taking ships, and trying to sell the cargo. Neron made a business of it, and was soon one of the richest slavers in the Caribbean. Fathers with unwanted daughters were always willing to sell for a pittance, or even just basically give them to Neron. Even desperate young mothers would get rid of their children this way. Young girls, regardless of color, could always be sold as slaves to rich woman seeking help in their homes. Girls, who were not blessed with good looks, or figures, could be sold to work in the fields. Neron did all this, but the real way to make money was on the black market. Illegal selling of beautiful women to rich plantation owners, captains, merchants, even government officials who wanted a mistress or what was known as a “bought wife”.
Now, at around 30 years old, he still thrives in his business. Kidnapping, buying, and selling his “wares”. However, he has heard of the Black Pearl, and its famed crew, mostly made up of beautiful young women. That would be the real prize. To capture the Pearl, stop the greatest pirate threat in the Caribbean, and to have some of the most beautiful female pirates in his grasp. He’s only biding his time… and waiting for the opportune moment.
Mwahahaha... fun no? Oh and no I did not draw the awesomeness picture for the avatar and sig... *sigh* I swiped from google. I saw it and went "Woot! There he is!" *g*
My pity on you all,
~Saber
Name: Neron Diego = “The stern supplanter”
Nickname: He doesn’t need one… with a name like that… :-P
Age: Around 30
Alliance: He’s bad… through and through.
Location: Wherever the market is best.
Description: 5ft 10in in height, and well built for his size. Relatively handsome, he comes of Hispanic origin, but he speaks perfect English. His black hair is shoulder length and he lets it hang down, instead of tying it back. He sports a clean cut beard and mustache. His eyes are a dark brown, and normally have a lustful or evil glint in them. Because of his trade, he earns good hard money, and dresses a little nicer then your average pirate. He wears a white silk shirt and a black waistcoat on top of that. Black pants, and boots are the bottom of his costume, and a blood red gentleman’s jacket completes his outfit. Thrust into his thick black leather belt, are a brace of pistols and a dagger. The dagger’s hilt is the skull of some poor small animal, probably a rodent of some sort. At his side hangs a beautiful sword, with a blackened steel hilt, with silver filigree laid into the handle.
History: Neron has no clue where he comes from, or who his parents are. He has no siblings that he knows of, and figures his past is simply the same as many others. Born out of wedlock, and abandoned on the street. He vaguely remembers a young woman carrying him through the streets of a town, but that’s all he can remember. Spending the better part of his childhood in Port Royal, he constantly fought to survive. If you weren’t caught by the marines for stealing, a bigger boy was sure to find you and take away your spoils. As he grew, he soon learned that picking pockets and swiping apples from food stands was not enough to support a person. He tried, for a little while at least, to find someone who would teach him a trade, but no one would take a wild 12 year old boy from the street. He found bits of work, feeding animals, and sweeping up, but it never lasted long, and never paid well. Then it happened… the job that would change his life forever. He was 14, and was working in a tavern in the poorer section of Port Royal. That night, when he was done cleaning up the main room, he went to his employer for his weeks pay. The man, fool that he was, thought he could trick this uneducated lad, and only gave half of what was promised. Neron, needless to say, was not happy. He cursed the man, and threatened to get even. The tavern keeper laughed, and told him to be off before he called the marines. Neron left the tavern cursing and shouting threats. He made his way to his corner of the street, and took out a small box from behind a loosened brick. In the box was a dagger that he had stolen a few years back. It was small… but would do the job. He was fed up with the people who looked down on him like he was trash, and decided he would take it out on this tavern keeper.
Neron killed the man in his sleep, without a thought, and began to ransack the tavern, taking anything of value. While going through a drawer, he heard a small noise behind him. Turning, he saw with shock, a little girl, probably not more then 11 years old. He hadn’t known that the tavern keeper had a daughter after all he had worked there a full week and never once saw her! Thinking quickly he grabbed her and stopped up her mouth. Grabbing a wooden mug from behind the bar, he smashed it against her head, and knocked her unconscious. This would never do. No one would know who had killed the man if he left quickly enough, but the girl had seen him. But he couldn’t kill her… he could kill a man who cheated him, but he couldn’t kill a little girl. Stuffing the last of the valuables in a bag, he put the bag over his shoulder, and then picked up the girl. He carried her out and wracked his brain for what to do. Looking about the empty streets he remembered an old crone who begged on a street corner not far from there. She sometimes gave the street urchins advice, and helped the little girls to get money. Maybe she would know what to do. Running, he soon came to the corner, and found the crone sleeping against the wall. He woke her up and told his story. The woman cackled and told him she was proud that he finally had become a man. She then said she knew exactly what to do with the girl, and reached into a sack sitting near by. She pulled out more solid gold pieces then Neron had ever seen together at one time. She told him to give her the girl, and that she would give him the gold. He readily agreed. Taking his spoils back to his own street corner he couldn’t believe his good fortune. He had made more money that night then all of the money he had collected over his entire life. He knew he couldn’t stay in Port Royal, so the next morning he went down to the docks and bought passage on a large but shabby vessel. It was the only one who would take a lad, who suddenly turned up with shining gold coins, and couldn’t give a straight answer as to how he got them. It turned out to be a slaver, and every day Neron watched in fascination as men, women, and children, colored, and white were loaded on at one port, and sold off at another. The money that passed through the hands of these slavers was stunning, and Neron was fascinated by it all. When the slave ship made a stop in Tortuga, Neron thought he had enough of sea travel, and decided to make his home there.
He lived his life to the fullest in Tortuga, and it wasn’t until he was 19 years old that he realized, if you wanted to have rum, women, and gambling, you have to have some sort of steady income. So leaving many debts behind, he took to the seas once more, this time on a pirate ship. He was a common sailor on the vessel, and hated being pushed around, and told what to do. Once again, his luck changed, and they boarded a vessel that had several beautiful young women as passengers. The Captain, being superstitious, wanted to have some fun, take their jewels, and then kill them. He would not allow them to stay on his ship for long. Neron, seizing his chance, spun tales for his fellow shipmates of the money to be had for prizes such as these. After all, he had experienced it first hand, and had seen plenty of it while on board the slave ship. The crew rebelled against their captain, seeing the sense in what Neron said. After mutinying, and killing their Captain, the pirates soon chose to place Neron in charge. That’s when he gave himself the last name Diego… meaning “the supplanter”. Sailing to the Americas they sold the women, and made a very good profit. This was certainly an easier way to make money then taking ships, and trying to sell the cargo. Neron made a business of it, and was soon one of the richest slavers in the Caribbean. Fathers with unwanted daughters were always willing to sell for a pittance, or even just basically give them to Neron. Even desperate young mothers would get rid of their children this way. Young girls, regardless of color, could always be sold as slaves to rich woman seeking help in their homes. Girls, who were not blessed with good looks, or figures, could be sold to work in the fields. Neron did all this, but the real way to make money was on the black market. Illegal selling of beautiful women to rich plantation owners, captains, merchants, even government officials who wanted a mistress or what was known as a “bought wife”.
Now, at around 30 years old, he still thrives in his business. Kidnapping, buying, and selling his “wares”. However, he has heard of the Black Pearl, and its famed crew, mostly made up of beautiful young women. That would be the real prize. To capture the Pearl, stop the greatest pirate threat in the Caribbean, and to have some of the most beautiful female pirates in his grasp. He’s only biding his time… and waiting for the opportune moment.
Mwahahaha... fun no? Oh and no I did not draw the awesomeness picture for the avatar and sig... *sigh* I swiped from google. I saw it and went "Woot! There he is!" *g*