barabe fleet profile

Your name is Barabe Reaken, nicknamed Trickibe, a 20 sweep old seadweller.

You cover yourself in gold jewellery you've looted and plundered. That's your criteria, every single piece has a story attached about how you killed or robbed someone for it and you look down on people who can't say the same. You're known for commandeering spaceships and taking them to RUSTLE up loot for your own gain. You've interfered during invasions on aliens and attacked other trolls you consider settled and weak. You consider this EARNED by the sweat of your own brows despite taken what others have created. It's the people who expect things to be given to them, not taking them, that are the real PARASITES you reckon. While you hate other people taking from you or forcing you to do things, you respect their right to BRING IT ON, BITCH.

You might have gotten away with this FREE LIFESTYLE because of your noble blood and the general respect for violence. You've certainly made enemies on the individual personal level and they're welcome to voice their disagreements on the battlefield. You'll trash talk enemies and big up fights to humiliate your opponents so they won't come crawling back. You bring heavy firepower with a handheld torpedo launcher and you're a skilled wrestler. However your brash and uncompromising refusal to have your personal LIBERTIES restricted has landed you in larger trouble: you let some of your anti-monarchist views be heard. Specifically at a party you said that the banishment of all adult SEADWELLERS from the home-depths of Alternia was the greatest INJUSTICE of all history.

Now you don't consider yourself a traitor. You're a PATRIOT. You yearn for the old waters of Alternia where you would rodeo with the large sea creatures. So you're going to lie low before these rumours spread and turn into something serious. You're going to try to settle down on one of the colonies on the frontier until things calm down. Hopefully a planet that catches some of the essence of the old planet. There just has to be something for you to do there. A life of just surviving is like ALTERNIAN eel pie that hasn’t been watercooled by an ocean current. That is to say, it can hardly be considered a very Alternian eel pie at all!

You've got a hobby for when you've got nothing else to do. You collect, design, and sew flags. You design personal flags incorporating your symbol and you have your own jolly roger. Without a permanent hive to display them in you've taken to looking for new ways to show them off. You're also fluent in semaphore, out dated in modern days of electronic communication and space travel. This hobby is one of the few things you can stand to do when just hanging around; nearly everything else you like to do involves going out and doing something active. You've had a problem with your gills when you were young and through yourself into strenuous activities to compensate. You don't suffer from that now. If asked you'd say you defeated it with pure MANGRIT but that would be a lie, medicine did that.

Your trolltag is unitarySpangle and, just hold on one cockle picking minute, it*s like you talk in a loud and exuberant manner all the time!*=