Posted: Dec 29 2017, 11:04 PM
Pauwel is a dapper young man of Indian origins, well kept and clearly had been a prize possession in the hands of the dutch. Fair brown skin, irises so dark brown they look black at a distance, and strong features, but somehow not entirely masculine. Since leaving for the islands, his dark hair has grown out, however he does his best to keep it neat-ish, if not impeccably clean while on land. His skin simply screams of his less than pleasant history, full of scars all across his body with the exceptions of his hands and face. His back is where the worst of them can be found,however he makes a futile effort to try and keep them hidden from curious eyes. Pauwel’s hands are small for a man - as is the rest of him - but he has nimble fingers to make up for it. What he lacks in muscle is easily made up for by speed in climbing and tying knots.
Pauwel wears basic slops, consisting of a cotton shirt and trousers. Generally, when allowed, He will go completely barefoot. He keeps his clothes in good repair, patching holes and re-sewing seams as needed.
Pauwel puts on a strong, unshakeable front. Nothing seems to worry or scare him. Calm and mentally organised, he waits before he speaks, both to avoid a mistranslation and to be sure he’s choosing the best option. This, however, is all just an act. Pauwel is constantly terrified that he will slip up and accidently reveal his status as a third gender, and as a gay. He’s greatly uncomfortable with talking to anyone alone, man or woman. Despite his smooth voice, his personality is rather awkward and rough so talking himself out of a problem is rather out of the question. Pauwel has a soft spot for children, wishing he could protect them from the dangers of the world like his mother once protected him. He tries to create deep bonds with the sailors he fights alongside, knowing that if he can trust them to have his back and them knowing he will have theirs, the ship will fight better as a unit. That being said, he is easily seduced and taken advantage of, even if he won’t confess to having been seduced. Pauwel is severely ‘in the closet’ and is willing to go so far as to visit the brothel with other sailors - only to sit in a room with whichever prostitute and gossip over tea as opposed to having sex with them.
Pâlarâvâyan was born casteless, essentially a slave right from birth. He was the result of a raping, when a dutch man visited and sought out the local beauties. The man was ruthless, and Pâlarâvâyan’s mother was not the only woman he took. Câni, who had previously been engaged to be married, was cast out of her home by her parents and abandoned by her suitor. She scrapped by, barely managing to feed the two of them, as well as keep a roof over their heads. As he grew up, Câni taught him everything and anything she could that would make him valuable to the higher castes. Pâlarâvâyan was destined to servitude or homelessness, but his mother retained hope. When Pâlarâvâyan was nine, Câni’s frail body gave up on her. She died in her sleep, leaving her third gender son to fend for himself. At first he turned to thievery, learning sleight of hand, however he often got caught and had to flee. While he did become better at squirming through small spaces like a rat and climbing like a monkey, this did nothing to keep him fed, so he turned to his other talents: his mother had taught him valuable skills, but as a casteless orphan, there was no one to pay for them. In turn, at age eleven, Pâlarâvâyan relinquished himself to servitude: and found himself working for the wife of a noble dutchman. His skills in music were what saved him from joining the field labourers, along with the pretty face hidden beneath all the grime. A diamond in the rough, they said. Expensive kind of slave, he was told. He was treated rather well, punishments from the first years aside. The family kept him clothed and fed, a roof over his head, even if it was a shabby roof and table scraps. The dutchman’s wife had even sent someone to purchase a sitar, that he might play for her. Pâlarâvâyan was given a new name, a proper dutch name that the family could pronounce, and treated in the same way one might treat a well trained dog. Pauwel, as he was now known, was brought to many social gatherings with the family, to be shown off and to play his music. There was talk of having him sit in on the youngest daughter’s music lessons, so that he might learn to play proper dutch music, however the idea was finally scoffed at and abandoned. Pauwel was a slave, and his pretty face wasn’t worth the scandal. Years passed and the nobleman was promoted to governor of a small port in the caribbean. The entire household was packed up and shipped off, along with some servants and their prized slave. The ship, as it neared its destination, had an uneventful trip. A few lonely hours away from their final destination, pirates assaulted the ship. Canon fire tore through the hull and the ship was boarded. Blood was spilt, and the screams of innocents were clearly heard. Below deck, Pauwel ushered the children to safety, guarding them as was his natural instinct. Their parents, caught in the bloody slaughter above, were not so lucky. As the pirates looted the contents of the ship, Pauwel brought the children above the deck, using his pretty voice to convince the pirate captain that the children had done no harm and could go free, to the port where they had been headed. The end result was not quite what he wanted: a ransom sent out, and paid in full by their extended family. It was, however, satisfactory enough as a promise that Pauwel requested to join the pirates. He was not trained as a sailor, however the same talents that had made him so prized to the dutch gave him passage on board.
Pauwel’s skills in combat is severely limited to basic knowledge of hand to hand street fighting, and how not to stab himself or his allies with a sword. He doesn’t know how to use a cannon or gun, but his pain tolerance is higher than average.
Posted: Dec 29 2017, 11:13 PM