Angelo Torricelli
Name: Angelo Guiseppe Torricelli Goes by: Johnson, Smith, or Quinn when keeping a low profile Known as: Captain Lowlocks or Black Lowlocks Lovers call him: Angel Dead men call him: Angie Age: 26 DOB: August 18, 1779 Physical description: Born in Italy and living on the sea, Angelo has a golden tan and thick raven black hair that flows to his waist. He has eyes just as dark, especially because they are typically surrounded by a healthy rim of Egyptian kohl. While out on his ship, Angelo dresses casually with a light brown shirt, plum pants with a sailor�s cut, and a pair of old black ankle boots, though he has spontaneously rotating additions: a dark brown vest, a leather sword baldric, a blue scarf with gold tassels that acts as a makeshift gun holster and belt, a ratty blue headscarf, and a heavy coat he picked up in the Black Sea for those cold trips through the Straight of Magellan. He has, however, recently been seen favoring an old fashioned long powdered wig to cover up what he refers to as �a bit of a pillaging accident.� For those necessary shore excursions, however, just as their more threatening flag (featuring a red sword on a black background) is put away in favor of the national flag for the area, sea robbing has kept his chest full of normal attire with varying degrees of formality and fashion to fit every occasion. Angelo had a humble beginning. His father was a merchant fisherman that was lost in a storm, along with his older brother when Angelo was only five. His mother began to attend church and pray obsessively for his return until she was caught in the rain one day and lost her mind to fever. After that, they moved in with his grandfather in Tropea, where he did a lot of work, a lot of fishing, and had a lot of fun. He was very close to his grandfather, who taught him some ancient stories as well as how to play the mandolin. He was pressed off the coast of Italy at age 12 to be a cabin boy, accounting for his similar tastes despite his initial displeasure at the situation. When he was a bit older, he met Josiah Kent in India, and it left a lasting impression. After seeing the world and learning the ropes of the sea, he managed to return home, giving his grandfather money to live comfortably and looking for a ship of his own. At 19, he became captain of a cutter and slowly upgraded to a three-masted ship sloop. Once an English merchant vessel, Angelo captured the ship after a French privateer had stolen her, both parties having been misinformed that she was carrying precious jewels from Africa. The ship finally got him out of the Mediterranean, though, and he was grateful for the prize, calling her Sirena for the enchanting and speedy way she handles. He�s been so pleased with her, in fact, that he�s stayed with her throughout his career, though the crew�s undergone a few dramatic changes here and there. A few men have been with the company a long time, like Angelo�s childhood friend Pietro Manelli. The crew is numbered at forty-two ever since Old Alexander Hatch got drunk and fell overboard. Though the ship began with a nancy set of 12 four-pound cannons, Angelo has since cut the number to 8 six-pounders and two ten-pounders, keeping a light chaser at the bow, though with Angelo�s luck, it�s been more useful at the stern. Between his bad luck with prizes and pillaging and a motley crew, he�s feared mutiny lately, largely from his pressed Nowegian master, pressed English navy men, and one suspicious German doctor he picked up in India who he is convinced wants to poison him. He�s right, but at least one of the pressed navy men is Josiah Kent, his willing young cabin boy. Personality: Angelo is a lover and adventurer. He wants to see it all or die trying, but preferably without the dying bit. Born and raised in an Italian coastal town, Angelo�s childhood involved heavy doses of music, family, pasta, wine, and most importantly stories. These included everything from myth to modern pirates, though those that fell in between the categories didn�t seem quite as interesting. Life since he left the town has just been one adventure after another, some interesting, some profitable, some invented. Though a few of the early crew members have stuck with him through it all, his most loyal friend is a sensitive mantle colored Great Dane named Bacchus, which annoyingly scratches at the cabin door at night, drools all over the deck, sleeps in his bed, and on occasion manages to bite the corks out of his wine bottles, hence the name. Hobbies: Playing mandolin, traveling, dancing, and seducing
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