Captain Orisk “Black Beard” Thatch
Captain Orisk Thatch (a.k.a. Blackbeard)
The captain of the Yellow Puffer-Fish lay defeated, his arms bound and body beaten. He knew his crew hadn't stood a chance against Orisk's men, but he didn't expect the brutality the loss brought. Corpses littered the deck around him, blood and organs splattered across the deck. Amidst the horrified expressions of his former crew's corpses, the Orisk's crew pilfering through each body. The captain grimaced, why hadn't they killed him yet? The sound of heavy boots interrupted his thoughts. The captain strained his neck to see who was approaching. The figure appeared before him, a titan of an orc, gray hairs protruding wildly all across his head and chin. He wore ragged captain's uniform around his massive body. It was caked in stains from blood, ale, and a substance the captain couldn't identify. A massive grin twisted across Orisk's face as he looked over his bounty, his teeth were yellow and rotten.
"This one'll do." the Orc's voice boomed. The instant he finished speaking, a group of orcs snatched him up, dragging away.
"To this pit boss?" One of Orisk's crew asked, barely containing his excitement. Orisk's chuckled, striking a cigar against the Yellow Puffer-Fish's mast, "Aye, gotta let ye lads have some fun. Save a piece o' 'em for me boys." The captain struggled against the orcs dragging him away to no avail. He scream out a jumbled mess of begging and apologies, desperate to not be taken to the pits. Orisk raised an eyebrow, he held up a fist, the orcs immediately stopped. Relief washed over the captain's face, tears streaming down his bloodied face. Orisk put a reassuring hand on the man's soldier.
"Ya know, me pap alw'ys said one thing 'bout mercy fer prisoners..." Orisk smiled, the captain looked up at him graciously. "He alw'ys said 'prisoners don't need mercy, and don't need a tongue.'" Orisk bellowed, the captain's face transformed into sheer terror. Orisk snatched his knife from his side, bringing it slowly to the captain's mouth. "I'd be a bad son if I didn' follow me pa's advice."
"This one'll do." the Orc's voice boomed. The instant he finished speaking, a group of orcs snatched him up, dragging away.
"To this pit boss?" One of Orisk's crew asked, barely containing his excitement. Orisk's chuckled, striking a cigar against the Yellow Puffer-Fish's mast, "Aye, gotta let ye lads have some fun. Save a piece o' 'em for me boys." The captain struggled against the orcs dragging him away to no avail. He scream out a jumbled mess of begging and apologies, desperate to not be taken to the pits. Orisk raised an eyebrow, he held up a fist, the orcs immediately stopped. Relief washed over the captain's face, tears streaming down his bloodied face. Orisk put a reassuring hand on the man's soldier.
"Ya know, me pap alw'ys said one thing 'bout mercy fer prisoners..." Orisk smiled, the captain looked up at him graciously. "He alw'ys said 'prisoners don't need mercy, and don't need a tongue.'" Orisk bellowed, the captain's face transformed into sheer terror. Orisk snatched his knife from his side, bringing it slowly to the captain's mouth. "I'd be a bad son if I didn' follow me pa's advice."
Physical Description
General Physical Condition
An enormous intimidating orc, with a bushy graying beard enveloping his face. His hair is wild, striking out wherever it pleases from his head. Has burning embers in his beard, leaving a trail of sparks anywhere he walks. As if just his presence taints the earth ever so slightly. Carries 5 flintlocks the size of a shotgun. Has the "Hope-Breaker" slung about his side.
Body Features
Huge golden fang-like teeth.
Facial Features
His left eye was torn out in a brutal battle many years ago.
Identifying Characteristics
His captain tattoo is carved into his chest. Though it's covered by his massive bushy beard, with embers burning at the tips of them.
Apparel & Accessories
Over-sized and worn captain's uniform, with patches and tears about it. It's probably never been cleaned in his entire life.
Mental characteristics
Accomplishments & Achievements
He conquered most of Colonia Eremus and unleashed the Kraken upon the world.
Failures & Embarrassments
Despite nearly conquering the entirety of Colonia Eremus, he failed right before reaching his goal.
Personality Characteristics
Motivation
Dreams of ruling the seas with an iron fist. Proving once and for all he's the mightiest of them all.
Personality Quirks
Disturbingly, enjoys gunpowder mixed into his rum.
Social
Contacts & Relations
Rumors swirl around the Pirate community that Orisk has ties with the Avidita household, it's unknown if these rumors have an ounce of truth.
Hobbies & Pets
Finds a sickening pleasure in beating and torturing creatures.
Speech
He slurs many words together due to his accent. He talks in Orcish when he wants to intimidate people
Alignment
Chaotic Evil
Species
Life
1162 AoM
1248 AoM
86 years old
Circumstances of Death
Killed by the Magnificent Bastards.
Children
Gender
Male
Eyes
A bloodshot brown
Hair
Graying scraggly hair jetting out from random parts of his head. A large bushy beard envelopes his lower face.
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Gray
Height
7’4
Weight
327 lbs
Owned Vehicles
Other Affiliations
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