Post by Gupta M. Hassan on Jan 9, 2011 13:30:07 GMT -5
Name: Gupta Muhammad Hassan
Country/ Code Name: Egypt
Age: 39
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Pirate
--If not Civilian: The HMS Britannia [ Ohoho English occupation of Egypt ]
Ship Positions: Engineer
Likes:
- Keeping to himself
- Getting his hands dirty, lots of hands-on work; you'll usually see some dirt or grime on his face and hands
- Crowds; they tower over his small physique easily for a fast getaway
- Steam engines; they always fascinate him, a second love aside from pottery
Dislikes:
- Fighting; he really sucks at it, though he won't be afraid to sock you with a hammer if you piss him off
- Talking; he shall allow others to talk to him, but when you ask him for a full conversation his attitude may turn sour
- Being in the spotlight
- People TOUCHING THE DAMN ENGINES; If you don't get hurt by the spinning cogs, you will by Gupta's hammer or wrench
Job Skills:
- Crafts; specifically in clay
- Belly dancing; it will never be brought up ever
- Mechanics; polished from years of work, now not a beginner.
Personality and short background: First and foremost, Gupta dislikes speaking. He does not speak to strangers and most times, if he is asked something that cannot be answered by body language, he shall not answer at all. And because nearly everyone is a stranger to him, he uses his voice once in a blue moon. Most would brush him off as being deaf and dumb, or, since he is on a pirate ship, his tongue was cut out. The rumours go on.
Gupta acts like an old fart. He is stubborn and sneaky, secretive and analytical. But he is good-willed and fair-minded, having minimal interest in treasure but rather preferring to go along with this ship for the ride until he sees a good opportunity to depart. Some call it disloyalty to the crew; he calls it wanderlust. He shall act friendly to his cabin mates, but in his own special way. One which usually wards off others. He does not mind a couple people approaching him, but when a whole group is staring at him he tends to shy away. ‘Specially when they’re looking at his designs for sketches and… stuff.
Now for a background!
When Gupta was barely a teen, he was separated from his mother when the two were in the crossfire in a military attack set to capture a group of pirates. He was picked up by a trader who gave him all the knowledge he needed to go into economics, and the kid spent his time pretty peacefully making pottery for the businessman to sell.
He managed to support himself with income from selling crafts for years, going off to different areas to sell where pottery would be considered more exotic, and therefore, fetch at a heftier price. But once when he was a young man and on his way to another part of Albion to expand sales, the passenger ship he was on was attacked by none other than pirates. They successfully took control of the crew and took the merchandise and people. The crew had enough ransom money to pay the pirates for their own freedom, but there wasn't enough for the Arab. He was out to good use as a cabin boy, and through the years he had slinked in the background of the crew, observing the lies and scandals of the cabin mates through the years, all the conspiracies and things which lurked in the background, all for good entertainment. He never got involved, rather than continue sweeping in the corner. Besides, the cabin boy is never a threat.
Because he could not fight and was not seen as a threat, he eventually gained the 'trust' (or as I should say, apathy) of the crew and was able to roam freely through the marketplace when their ship would stop at ports. From the little money he had earned from the crew's booty he bought books, mainly about engineering. There was no place for potters or belly dancers on a pirate ship, after all.
Somewhere during that time in one of his runs he had found a nice repair shop where a Scandinavian man had accepted his proposal to be trained in the ways of maskinen in return for doing some of the lower repairs for him. AND SO THE BROMANCE WAS MADE. After training how to become associated with how ships work how they run and when the crew's engineer croaked, Gupta was there to replace him. He did find it favourable to make a helpful mess rather than to clean up another's.
Because of his newly polished skill he grew to be quite the mechanic, one that other crews would surely want. And so he somehow he came upon the HMS Britannia (much to his distress, for his freedom is much more limited than with other ships he had been with). Now he remains in the engine room most of the time, isolated from the rowdy deck and crew and able to work in peace.
RP sample: Mornings on the ship were tiresomely slow. Most of the men were night owls, or just liked to party hard the night before, but by the time the sun came up the gang of fearsome pirates were reduced to sleepy, cranky men with hangovers. It was usually peaceful and quiet, with groans when they attempted to pick themselves up on their feet or a few groggy "morning"s passed around between them.
The men dragged themselves to the kitchen tables and once foot was in front of them and they began to fill their bellies, everything began to liven. A few jokes were told of the night before, some remembering things they wished they hadn't, the deck was usually a lightly toned place.
It was halfway through breakfast when the door crept open and the most unlikely person crept out; the engineer. Gupta felt the room grow not silent, but completely void of even a breath. His frown stretched at the reaction. He walked at a normal pace, his footsteps the only thing within an ear's reach. He had only himself to blame for his appearance to be so stressed, since most of the men never saw him without a wrench in hand and his honey eyes covered by thick red goggles. But he had woken up late, a bit after sunrise, so he did not have the privilege to rummage for food and dine alone in his quarters as usual.
His pace quickened when he grabbed an apple and turned for the exit, his ears picking up whispers in the vicinity. He couldn't help but wonder what they were coming up with now to explain for his lack of social communication. If there was another thing interesting about his cabin mates, it was their vast imaginations.
Shuffling out of the room he quickly closed the door and hurried off to the engine room, the tension from the other place managing to leave him with a couple beads of sweat on his neck - quickly soaked up by his scarf. He settled himself on top of one of the machines and took a bite of the fruit, listening to the healthy repeating clanks of clogs. He would have to make a mental note to not drag attention to himself again, others may get too curious of what occupied him down here all day and night.
OOC Information
Name: Guppy
Timezone: GMT -5
MSN: girrulz@hotmail.com
