Roland comes out of the belowdeck area, seemingly fuming
"These bastards are hitting our ship! They. are. hitting. our. ship! Can you believe these no-good sons of..."Screaming a long line of expletives only years of mingling with sailors can teach you, he makes his way to the flak cannons.
Get to the Flak cannons. Make sure they're loaded. Then try to get a fix on the target ship and keep firing, making sure to lead to target if it's moving.Name:Roland Mopsay
Gender:Male
Age:28
Description: Roland is a fairly average guy with dark borwn hair and brown eyes. When he was a child he lived with his father, a huntsman from whom he inherited his marksmanship skills and a nice bushy beard, near the outskirts of civilisation. When he was 18, he went to a nice school. How anxious he was to be the first of his family to graduate a good school. He was, however, a horrible student only good at chemistry and basic biology. His student days came to an abrubt end after he was expelled for, completely accidentally, destroying 5 classrooms in a freak accident involving gunpowder and that wench of a history teacher misses welsch's desk.
At the ripe age of 20 and living on the streets without even a nail to scratch his arse, he eventually found a job working with a fireworks artisan. He and old one-eyed Jim brought colour to the sky and warmth to the hearts of the people of Apex at many festivals. For 3 years he studied under Old one-eyed Jim (who never told him how he lost that eye), and eventually inherited the artisan's shop when he died. And life was good...
...right up until he was working on his biggest "dragon lance" firework yet, and some dimwitted jackass threw a cigarette trough his window. Bearing a nice burn scar over the length of his left arm and cheek and a shop that is now a black scorch mark. So he did what anyone would do, and joined the royal navy as a gunner. It was here that he excelled at long range bombardements and helped with the development of gunpowder that would work better in bad weather conditions and with alternative cannon munitions, eventually designing a cheap but effective cannonball that would explode upon impact and throw shrapnel everywhere.
Weapons: His trusty hunting knife, given to him by his father. It's actually a family heirloom, a sturdy bayonet that gleams a silvery shine from a war long past and forgotten.
Trinkets and tools: A satchel with everything one needs to make explosives, except for gunpowder of course. He also has a silver medallion roughly the size of a coin in his pocket, awarded for his help in making the navy just a tad bit more efficient.
Stats:
Red Stats (20 to spend)
: HP:20
Blue Stats (4 to spend)
: Do Stuff Ability: make explosives, sneak takedown, lay/make traps, tracking
Green Stats (4 to spend)
: Pyrotechnics(2), swordsmanship (1), stealth (1)
((sorry about the card :S))