Eh bien... c'était nouveau.
La dernière chose dont Morty s'est souvenu, il a été entouré par des gardes alors qu'ils se préparaient à lui donner une exécution précoce. Mais maintenant il était dans un endroit étrange avec des gens étranges. L'un d'eux n'avait même pas l'air humain. "Si je suis mort, ou que le rhum soit beaucoup plus fort, alors on m'utilise" Morty a gâché. "Non, c'est pas vrai. Je me sens plus en vie que jamais, je ne me sens pas ivre d'autres effets. Une vérification rapide de sa personne a montré qu'il avait encore toutes ses affaires, y compris son arme à feu de confiance; Diplomatie. "Je ne suis pas sûr d'être là, mais c'est beaucoup mieux que la potence. Vous m'avez sauvé la vie, je ne suis pas le genre de Scalywag qui laisse ses dettes se faire impayées.
Sentant avoir faim; Morty marcha vers la table avec de la nourriture et prit tellement de fruits. S'il y avait une chose qu'il a apprise de son temps en mer (et qu'il a beaucoup appris), c'était de toujours manger des fruits quand vous le pouviez. Cette nourriture miraculeuse s'est battue contre le scorbut, le fléau de tous les marins. Après en avoir terminé un, il s'est tourné vers la femelle solo parmi eux "calm down lass. Vous faites que tous les autres sont tendus à l'esprit de ce comportement. 'est probablement pas 'commencer un combat que personne ne veut vraiment." De retour en mer, les gens trop nerveux avaient tendance à réagir d'une manière qui était nuisible à leurs camarades crémates. Bien que dans son cas, il semblait différent. Moins de panique et plus de primal.
Alors Morty s'est adressé au reste d'entre eux "Donc, puisque nous n'allons pas travailler ensemble dans un avenir prévisible, je pense que ce serait mieux si nous ne nous connaissions pas. Vous pouvez m'appeler Morty; je suis un pirate, 'n j'ai du mal à comprendre' scallywags qui 'ont plus de pouvoir politique alors ils ont du sens." Quand il regarda leur hôte, il demanda "par le chemin"; Jus' wha' était que le bestial que vous étiez l'esprit de l'arguin' avant?"
Name: Morty Rackham (pronounced RACKem)
Time Period: 1766
Age: 26
Height: 6'3
Weight: 200
Favourite Weapon: Diplomacy (his flintlock pistol)
Bio/Personality: Morty was born to a wealthy English family. His father owned a well off shipping company located in southern New Forest. While they might not have been a part of the nobility, they were still happy...and then the Seven Years War happened. The very year that prototype world war began, the Rackham home was ransacked, and his parents were killed. Morty himself was able to escape and hide out until the assailants left. With his entire life in shambles, there was only one thing left to keep him going; revenge. Due to his father owning a shipping company, he was quite familiar with boats, so he was able to get a job on one to support himself. However only a few days after it left port, it was attacked by pirates.
Before the war, pirates had been a sort of boogyman to young Morty; the greatest thorn in his father's side, and by extension, his as well. Now though; the lifestyle looked promising. He had doubts that a simple law abiding sailor could ever uncover the conspiracy that had taken the lives of his parents...but a pirate, that had potential. His mind made up, Morty quickly signed up with the pirate crew, much to their shock and amusement. Over the next six years, Morty worked his way up in the pirate world, learning everything he could. All the while, he managed to use his new connection to the underworld to find the people who killed his parents. On the final year of the war, Morty found the mastermind behind the attack; the Count of Hampshire. With his final target found, Morty led a raid on his ship when he was on holiday. When Morty came face to face with the man, the count was quick to beg for his life, Morty's response was this:
"Spare ye life? Ye clearly have no idea who I be. Me moniker be Morty Reckham, son 'o Jonathan Reckham. Th' man ye had killed fer his business. Killin' ye has be th' only thin' bin wanted since that day"
With that said; Morty ended his life.
After he had finally gotten his revenge, Morty found himself without a purpose. He had devoted so much of his time and energy into getting his revenge, that now that he had it, he had no idea where to go next. So for lack of anything else to do, he continued with his life of crime. Eventually however, he was caught and identified as the man who killed the Count of Hampshire. Deciding to go out with a bang, Marty escaped from his cell and reclaimed his trusty flintlock pistol, with then intent of causing as much hell as he could. However, he somehow found himself trapped in a strange world.
Marty is a rather easygoing guy for a pirate. All he really needs is good food, good drink, good company, and adrenaline pumping through his veins. He can put up with a lot (with a much greater level of tolerance for accidents), but his wrath only has 3 settings; off, turbo, and maximum overdrive. He won't harm innocents, or people who haven't done anything to him, but his morals become a lot looser when people he really doesn't like are concerned.