Post by Asinity on Dec 29, 2017 5:26:54 GMT
Name: Rooney Hauer
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Rank: Privateer Admiral
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Rank: Privateer Admiral
Appearance:
Personality:
Biography:
In her normal wear, one wouldn't be so quick to notice the woman's slightly malnourished form, but anyone who's been around her long enough might get the feeling that she's not as healthy as she could be for someone her age. Rooney's wavy hair is often a mess, whether it's underneath a hat and bandana, tied up, or let loose upon the wind. A number of trinkets adorn her neck and bangles about her wrists, and the woman's worn clothing has patterns that suggest a fine quality.
Personality:
Rooney's moods change fairly often, depending on who she's talking to and how well she slept the night before. For the most part, she is an agreeable woman with a sailor's accent and the confidence of a leader. The woman's laugh has been heard as often as her gruff, shouted orders from the castle of her ship, so her crew regards her with a balanced favor. She does, however, have some social issues that come to the surface in times of duress, when she's in a foul mood, or when a man tries to get too close to her without permission. Rooney's been known to violently reprimand those who blatantly disobey her or challenge her authority, to the point that she's earned a measure of both fear and respect from her crew.
To those in her favor, Rooney is a good friend and very supportive. She has no problem offering a shoulder to cry on or sharing a bottle of booze. Her friends are few, however, which has made the few friendships she has all the more close.
To those in her favor, Rooney is a good friend and very supportive. She has no problem offering a shoulder to cry on or sharing a bottle of booze. Her friends are few, however, which has made the few friendships she has all the more close.
Biography:
Rooney Hauer was born in Rjillund on the coast near the Luskan border. She was named “Rooney” for her reddish-brown hair and grew up to be a comely young woman. As the daughter of a profitable shipwright it didn't take long for someone to seek her hand in marriage, and she finally met that someone during her nineteenth summer. Rooney’s husband was a man who worked for her father for a long time, and who climbed his way up the ranks to be one of her father’s most trusted shipwrights.
Their marriage was a happy one for nearly five years. They had two children between them, who grew up in the same town as their parents and proved to be quite a handful. On a fateful spring day, however, everything in Rooney’s life would change. Her village, notable for its exports and her father’s ships business, became the target of a violent pirate raid. Unfortunately for Rooney, the pirates were desperate enough to lower the red flags. They gave no quarter.
Rooney saw her husband slain by the pirate captain, and lost sight of her children as she was dragged onto the largest of the ships. Rooney found out quickly that the captain had seen her as a trophy of sorts, and had immediately singled her out as the one person his men were not allowed to slay. His name has since been stricken from history, or at least to those with tongues to speak it and memories of him, but he was a brutal man who kept her as a slave on his ship for nearly two years.
During this time, the Rjillish woman suffered much on the pirate captain’s account. He used her in every way that the mind could imagine, though to her credit, she was never broken. The pirate crew were often quiet around her, and it was evident that even they saw their captain’s actions as bordering the edge of what they thought was acceptable treatment of a captive. After planning, sneaking, and waiting for the right moment, Rooney finally reached a breaking point after her twenty-sixth name-day.
On the very evening of the second year since she’d been captured, Rooney was pulled out onto the deck in order for her captor to have his way with her in what he called their “anniversary”. As the crew was gathered and the captain took ahold of her, Rooney thrust a shiv into the man’s sternum. Caught off guard and shocked at the woman’s speed, the captain gasped and tried to cover the wound with his hands. He lost his balance and fell onto the deck, and to his horror, the man’s crew stood motionless as Rooney fell upon him and ended his life.
In a show of rage, the woman stood from the captain’s corpse and named herself as the new master of the fleet, and proclaimed that if any argued her claim, they could speak with the captain at the bottom of the sea. Though they’d served their captain for a number of years, his treatment of Rooney and his decay into insanity had drove a wedge between him and the crew. It was only natural that they were hesitant of the woman’s own level of sanity, but the crew were “motivated” by what they had seen, and lowered to one knee in fealty to the woman they would then call “Mad” Rooney.
Over the next few years, Admiral Rooney turned the fleet away from their raiding nature and into a privateer force. This resulted in many of the former crew being abandoned at port, slain, or left at sea. Some remained, however, including a rather large man who would become Rooney’s First Mate and act as her personal bodyguard. The fleet became known as Rooney’s Rumbraves, or more widely as “The Rumbraves”. They gained a reputation for being savagely effective and quick to finish contracts, and have since roamed the northeast coast in search of work. Rooney recruits men from the ports they dock at, and due to her former knowledge of ship-making she inherited from her father, The Rumbraves have been outfitted with some of the most functional ships she could afford from Alendron, Routaille, and Luska.