Les bêtes vertes clignotèrent leurs crocs, hurlèrent leurs cris de bataille, et chargeèrent la milice comme un cauchemar qui s'approchait rapidement.
"Prêtez-vous!" Ludico a appelé ses camarades. Ulri et Ojan ont levé leurs épées et leurs boucliers, enfermés dans une position défensive à cinq pieds derrière leur capitaine d'escouade. Le garçon de la ferme a rapidement imité leur posture de combat, complétant une formation de diamant qui a mis le jeune homme à l'arrière.
Les orques se sont ensuite divisées en paires de trois contre les cinq escadrons. Ludivico leva ses haches de bataille, les croisant devant son corps alors qu'il s'avançait. Ses longs cheveux étaient gardés dans une queue de poney tressée sans chapeau de tricorn pour bloquer sa vision. Ses yeux bruns de noisette se sont propagés à travers un garde-corps en fer en prévision de la violence à venir.
"Carcosa l'aveugle, témoin de notre danse lame en ce jour." Ludivico murmura la prière du pirate, les yeux fixés sur les trois Orcs s'imprimant dans leur direction. Le sol grondait à chaque pas, la respiration bâclée et les rugissements épouvantables enflammaient l'air comme des cornes de guerre. Ouvrez vos mâchoires mortelles et préparez votre appétit inébranlable. Une fête des âmes vous attend." Ludico marchait au rythme d'un escargot, contrôlant son souffle avec une respiration lente. Les chiens se sont arrêtés devant lui comme des derviches fouettantes, en boulonnant directement sur les orques entrantes. Ils clignaient leurs crocs et grinçaient à leurs jambes, arrêtant les bêtes vertes dans leurs traces. À ce moment-là, le faucon de Stefano s'est écrasé au-dessus et a attaqué le plus grand des trois. Il a essayé d'étourdir l'oiseau avec son arme à deux mains, et comme il l'a fait, un bruit fort suivi d'une éclaboussure de liquide sombre jaillit de son cou. Bien joué, mon ami.
L'orc s'est renversé sur ses genoux, embrayant son cou mouvant. Ludivico était là dans une seconde pour laisser tomber les deux axes sur sa tête pour la surmortalité. Le son du fer contre les os et le cerveau était malade, mais Ludivico n'a pas fléchi. Au lieu de cela, il planta un pied sur la poitrine de l'Orc et tira ses haches libres de son crâne, donnant des coups de pied à la bête sans vie sur le sol. Les deux orques restants étaient trop préoccupés par les chiens de Stefano pour avoir remarqué l'avance de Ludivico.
Il est tombé bas, la hache s'étirant à travers le talon d'Achille du premier orc, puis a filé pour couper à l'arrière de la jambe de l'autre bête. Les chiens ont creusé leurs dents dans des peaux vertes, tandis qu'Ulri et Ojan ponçaient vers l'avant, poignardant leurs épées profondément dans les torses charnus de l'orque. Leurs cris intestinaux ont tendu le garçon de la ferme. Ludico n'a jamais regardé en arrière.
Après son attaque rapide aux extrémités inférieures de l'Orc, il garda sa position face à l'ennemi, attendant la prochaine vague de bêtes à couper. Pour l'instant, si bien.
Name: Ludivico Nyambaya Locche
Gender: Male
Age: 30
Appearance: Lucky Locche does not have the physicality of a self-imposing man. He wouldn't have his average height and build any other way as he doesn't enjoy being a standout from the crowd. Underneath his long braided hair and scruffy beard are chiseled facial features and Asiatic brown eyes. So long as the weather permits it, Locche will wear a full leather wardrobe and sleek tricorn hat. Warmer climates will see him in a buccaneer's vest and slacks, though he prefers to add a long sleeve to cover the ink scribbled all over his upper body.
Bio: There's not much to say about Ludivico's upbringing. He was born on a hot summer day aboard a slaver's ship. Was his mother a slave, or was she the Captain's wife? Perhaps the makings of both. Ludivico could care less. The oldest memory he can conjure up is a giant hand grabbing him by the hair and chucking him out onto the sand. From that point on his custodians exchanged hands between wayfaring artisan types and mercantile travelers. None of which had the courage or patience to take him under their wing for long.
At age 10 he was living on his own -- moving from city to city, pick pocketing his way into young adulthood where he attempted to slight a venerable pirate named Kaleem "The Falchion" Suleiman. Much to Ludivico's chagrin (and utmost fear of crossing a great pirate) he was applauded for his efforts and invited into Kaleem's cadre. Invite is a much more flowery word than what The Falchion used, as it involves choice, and young Locche was no longer entitled to such luxuries. At least for now.
Fast forward 20 years worth of perilous squabbling and swashbuckling violence...
Ludivico has become a sailing merchant of the Eastern Isles. His boat, The Vishanti, is a small brigantine style ship, sleek in design and a dream to handle. It was made out of the remaining pieces of Kaleem's boat that mysteriously found itself swept ashore six summers ago. To this day Ludivico hasn't found any clues regarding Captain Suleiman's disappearance, nor does he intend to go out of his way to conduct his own investigation. As The Falchion often said, "Lives are but shit-stained seaweeds soaking in the ocean foam. Send them your best regards with an empty bottle and a belly full of rum, and hope their ghost doesn't come hauntin' for anything more than that."
Locche is under a contracted partnership with the thieves guild. He sells weapons to rural areas and villages privy of rising beast attacks. He'll occasionally lend his services as a hired axe, usually for city folk traveling out into the coast for vacation. Very rarely does he fight for coin or hunt beasts - lest the money is too good to pass up. While the pay is decent, he has his sights set on more grander investments, as he's often seen rubbing elbows with all sorts of business folk nowadays. He hopes to catch wind of a golden opportunity that will grant him the comfortable boring life he so secretly desires.
Fighting Style: There is no name for the way he cuts men down. Some have called it chaotic. Messy. Yet in the eye of the tornado is a calculating fighter that demands swift death through unflinching violence. Unhindered by heavy armor, Ludivico is quick and agile, striking at a relentless pace with enough battle awareness to keep multiple targets at bay.
Equipment:
Dual Short Axes
Magelock Pistol: Single shot pistol that can pack a heavy punch used as a last resort. It is most effective at close/mid-range.

Skills/Abilities:
Excellent - Sailing
Excellent - Close Quarter Fighting
Great - Marksmanship/ Axe-Throwing
Great  -Trading
Decent - Fishing
Decent - Smithing
Other information: 1. Listen to the GM(s), If you have a complaint tell me. I am not an evil dictator and if I am wrong I will admit it.
2. Romance and Gore allowed, But keep it in good taste and in site rules
3. Now not all characters will play nice with each other I understand that, but keep the disputes in the RP not in OOC
4. Be civilized and polite please
5. All basic RP rules apply to this roleplay: Power playing, Meta gaming, and others are not allowed.
6. The story isn't exactly set, If you have an idea for a mission feel free to pm me the details and I'll try to work it in.
7. Copy the rules into a Hider in the "other" of your cs so I know you read them.
8. Get into your character's skin become him or her as you are playing have fun and give us insight into their thoughts.
9. Try to keep active, in both the IC and OOC pages please. And even if you don't have anything to say, at least read the OOC