MORGAN, Carpenter

[carpenter]

Jono “Carpenter” Morgan
"Do you want a piece of this?"

Twenty one-Quarter Master-The Pretty Boy- Sly- Big time Drinker

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Oh, hello, lass. You want to get to know me? I won’t leave you with a lovely kiss…okay, don’t hit me! Jeez, women are so bloody crazy!

I’m Carpenter. I was christened Jonathan, and I hate the cursed name. Of course, with parents like mine, you’d expect me to have a tacky name. I’m the Count’s runaway son, but I didn’t tell you that. My parents still search for me, but I’m never going back to that hell-hole. Of course they’ve heard of Carpenter. Of course, everyone knows The Spirit better, but Carpenter is fairly renowned too. I’m your typical womanizer. I love my women, and they love me. Come on, with my spectacular looks, which lass wouldn’t? You don’t seem to like me much, but I’m going to get you falling for me soon enough. That’s my charm. I love drinking. I'm a pirate, and of course I drink rum! Wine and the sorts are for my pretentious father.

Okay, you might be wondering, what is the son of the Duke aboard the La Muerte Sangrienta, that too, as the Quarter Master? Let’s go back to when I was fifteen. I was the Duke’s golden child, the poster boy, yada yada. Of course, I hated being controlled by my father- what to wear, what to say, how to look. I had always been fascinated with them pirates, and my father flogged me for it. That made me want to stray from the norm even more. The women loved me dearly, but I was forced to leave them to due to my aristocratic and inane parents. On the eve of my sixteenth birthday, I ran away, and put myself in the base attire you'd find in a page’s wardrobe. I was the powder monkey for almost a year on this really mediocre ship, when we came to Tortuga. There was talk about the “Count’s son” and him running away, but no one knew who I was. Due to my excellence in medicine, I was immediately tagged ‘Carpenter’, even though I tried drilling it into everyone’s heads that I fixed humans, not ships. However, stupid as they are, those pirates didn’t get it, and the name stuck. That’s when I met Shawn. We became fast friends, and got our little crew. Although Shawn’s not older than me, he knew much more about ships, and I preferred him being in charge. Of course, you can’t be too sure of anyone, and that’s why I’m there, the Quarter Master. We have our little squabbles, we’ve got our own set of loyalists, but when we’re against another force, we’re one. It’s tacky, but it’s there everywhere. Everyone on board knows I’m the Count’s son, and I’d kill them before they have the opportunity to leak it out to anyone.

Some stuff about me. Apart from the normal looting business, I like all the medicine rubbish. I'm the unofficial surgeon, and I quite like the post. I can be a pretty rude and insensitive Quarter Master, and I've been asked to calm down, but that's not in my nature. I yell...a lot, and don't mind sending a few rogues overboard. I'll do anything for my rum, so don't you hide that bottle from me!

I don’t want to settle down with any girl now, but if the right lass comes around, who knows? Plus, I’m handsome, and can flirt and snog any goddamn beauty I want. You’ve got a problem with that?


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Wednesday. HURRRR. Sorry for applying for another character without the first one having tagged accepted. I couldn’t resist. xD

NOTE: The Play-by is Leonardo Dicaprio, but when the man was young. Imagine Jack from Titanic.

[THE CAPTAIN]