Call For Characters: Over the Horizon (Hist. Shipwreck, Some Fantasy)

[OrcishBarbarian]

The year was 1763. On a fair May Day, the S.S. Fairweather and Farstrider sailed from London, bearing between them some 622 souls. All were hale and hearty colonists and soldiers of the British Empire, seeking new lands to explore and conquer. Some for personal gain, some for His Majesty, some for the glory of God. Most for the first, even whilst professing zeal for the second and third...

The weather for the first two weeks was fair to fine, and the priest aboard proclaimed that the Lord's favor was surely shining on this noble endeavor to bring the light of British civilization and the Cross to dark, heathen lands. Two days later, the ship's barometer began to drop precipitously. The weather remained fine, however, and the Captain began to suspect a problem with the gage as it passed below 29" of mercury with nary a cloud in the sky...

That night, the wind began to rise. By first light, it was a fifty knot gale, and the ship was tossed and turned. The sun rose to reveal a bowel-chilling sight: a wall of grey-black clouds ahead, with an irresistable wind blowing both ships square into the preternatural storm!

Soon the sun was lost to sight. Assidious prayers could be heard as the storm blew full force. There was a sense of giddiness, as the ships were blown about at unknown speeds, between walls of seawater. Innumerable times, the vessels both nearly foundered...

...and then, as quickly as it came, the storm abated, returning to whatever watery hell it had been vomited up from. The seas calmed to merely choppy as opposed to mountainous. The late-afternoon sun chased away rapidly scudding grey clouds. The night was uneventful, and the next day, the best sound of all from the redheaded lad in the battered crow's nest:

LAND HO!

On a distant shore, two women gathered seashells and fish. They were ebony-skinned, with rich African features. Their village, which had never before seen a European, was about two miles inland on a nearby river which flowed into the ocean. One of the women looked out across the water, seeing the sails of the approaching ships. She tugged on the arm of the other, pointing, talking excitedly and with much trepidation...

THE GAME
This will be part RPG, part mystery, part simulation, and (of course) part roll in the hay (this being SRP on Lit after all). You will have the opportunity to develop your character, gain power and influence.

Note that this story is NOT repeat NOT aiming for political correctness. The English colonists and soldiers, if realistically played, are likely to be racist bastards by modern standards, exploiting the black natives while raping and pillaging. If this offends you then look elsewhere. In the sixteenth century, that's how it was. This story is likely to be dark and gritty in places. You have been warned, and no nasty flames or PMs; this is an ADULT board for MATURE writers.

Positions among the natives (an early Bronze Age civilization) are available to be played, as are any roles on the British side: sailor, soldier, frontiersman, scout, priest, scientist, engineer, even non-British hirelings and mercenaries. I don't want to give anything away but I will say there is an element of fantasy in the New World in which the colonists find themselves. Some things that go bump in the night are in fact quite real...and there are lands beyond the mountains where even the natives do not venture...and with good reason...

Since this is a GM-directed story, I'll be handling quite a few roles myself...including the "world" in which the story unfolds.

Feel free to post characters and questions here in this thread.

 

[VickyCummings]

I'm interested in playing a native and sent you a pm inquiring more about natives.

 

[caela]

This looks like it could be a lot of fun. You mentioned some of the positions available among the colonists but not much about the positions among the natives, would something like a priestess or medicine woman be available?

 

[fukensploogin]

that's funny, it looks like everyone wants to play the natives! i'd love to be a medicine man/seer/chieftain type character. oooh, or the native warrior that keeps his village safe from all that goes bump in the night.

 

[OrcishBarbarian]

that's funny, it looks like everyone wants to play the natives! i'd love to be a medicine man/seer/chieftain type character. oooh, or the native warrior that keeps his village safe from all that goes bump in the night.

For now, for now...I'm sure we'll get some colonists too. As far as open positions yes, there could certainly be a tribal shaman or two. The balance of power will be in favor of the colonists...at least at first, as they have firearms and technology. Natives may end up as slaves...but then there is a whole undiscovered country beyond the mountains which the natives know something of. This knowledge can be used for an advantage.

 

[autumnmist]

i'll be a colonist.......

Name: Eva Usher
Age: 22
Height: 5'2"
Weight: 110 lbs

Discpriction: small frame, very curvy, if one can find the curves under her modest clothing. dark, waist length hair, usually worn in a pristine bun at the nape of her neck. Very light skinned, prone to burn if in the sun more than a few minutes at a time. Bright blue eyes. Quiet and reserved, always lending a helping hand where one is needed, she often neglects herself to care for others. While she has no formal training in medicine, she grew up helping the nurses in the Methodist Poor Hospital in her hometown.

Eva is the daughter of the Methodist preacher. He decided to bring his daughter to a new world after the rest of their family, including her fiance, died in a plague. Truth be told, Eva's father was about to be imprisioned for using his church to as a place to preach his questionable politics. Eva has always been "daddy's little girl", and is at first quite lost when she discovers he did not make it through the storm.

 

[OrcishBarbarian]

i'll be a colonist.......

Name: Eva Usher
Age: 22
Height: 5'2"
Weight: 110 lbs

Discpriction: small frame, very curvy, if one can find the curves under her modest clothing. dark, waist length hair, usually worn in a pristine bun at the nape of her neck...

Excellent concept...most of the colonists are male but some brought along women as well, so the character is a good fit.

 

[fukensploogin]

The Bloody Spear

Name sounds like: M'rke Mawthuna. Translated to English: the Bloody Spear

He stands at 6'2" and has the muscular build of someone who has trained his body his entire life. His black hair falls in long thick dreadlocks down his back. There is a some bits of hide strung round his waist, and they cover him, most of the time. The sun beats upon his ebony skin and he smiles as he sees children at play, and their mothers...

He carries a spear, the blade crafted from the tooth of a monster he slew many moons ago. It was like no creature he had ever encountered, but the Bloody Spear had attacked it anyway when it menaced his village. It was a huge beast, leathery skin and pounding, powerful legs, and it announced its presence with a horrid roar. The Spear fought the beast for days, eventually causing it to flee to whence it had come. The Spear tracked him down the mountain, into the badlands beyond. He finally caught and slew the monster, taking one of its razorsharp, serrated teeth as his prize.

The Bloody Spear knows that the terrors that lie beyond the mountains are too terrible for words...

 

[OrcishBarbarian]

Looks good...now we need some male colonists to molest the local womenfolk and provide balance.

Name sounds like: M'rke Mawthuna. Translated to English: the Bloody Spear

He stands at 6'2" and has the muscular build of someone who has trained his body his entire life. His black hair falls in long thick dreadlocks down his back. There is a some bits of hide strung round his waist, and they cover him, most of the time. The sun beats upon his ebony skin and he smiles as he sees children at play, and their mothers...

He carries a spear, the blade crafted from the tooth of a monster he slew many moons ago. It was like no creature he had ever encountered, but the Bloody Spear had attacked it anyway when it menaced his village. It was a huge beast, leathery skin and pounding, powerful legs, and it announced its presence with a horrid roar. The Spear fought the beast for days, eventually causing it to flee to whence it had come. The Spear tracked him down the mountain, into the badlands beyond. He finally caught and slew the monster, taking one of its razorsharp, serrated teeth as his prize.

The Bloody Spear knows that the terrors that lie beyond the mountains are too terrible for words...

 

[wulfette]

Yet another damned colonist!

Name: Jessica Everchild
Age: 24
Other: Gunslinger/Mercenary, on the HMS Farstrider

Looks:
Framing her striking, noble-aristocratic face is a fringe of auburn, tied back into a short ponytail behind her head. Stocky and of moderate build, she is roughly 5'7 and well-muscled, which she shows off by wearing a sleeveless light grey vest and thick dark grey khaki trousers. Belted at her waist is her masterworked rapier, in an equally beautifully-forged sheath. Across her torso, she wears a bandoleer with her pistol and catridges, going from her left waist to right shoulder and looping behind, cinching tightly between her breasts, emphasizing her firm, bra-less globes.

Background:
Jessica Everchild was a mercenary, there was no doubting that. Equally skilled with a rapier and a flintlock, she had been raised on her father's noble estate and grew fond of horseback riding. However, the politics and regality of court found her ill at ease, and she eventually ran away from the lands, taking her fine weapons with her. Fleeing to the smaller colonies, she adopted the name "Jessica Everchild", leaving behind her old identity to escape the search parties. She became a vigilante, a mercenary, and a bounty hunter, killing for money. She took on the offer of a prospective new land where she would be free from her father. Besides, the pay was good.


They brought along mercenaries.. And mercenaries aren't gender restricted.

 

[VickyCummings]

Here's my character finialy

Name: Tula
Age 19
Occupation: Cheiftain's Daughter
Description: Tall slender body

Tula was the duaghter of the tribal cheif. Even though she was the daughter of the chief, she was treated just like everyone else. She had always heard stories about monsters beyond the mountians of her village. She was quicly coming to the age where she would soon be forced to marry.

 

[fukensploogin]

What if, on the night that Tula, Chieftain's Daughter, is to be married to M'rke, the colonists arrive and invade the village? That should set things off on the right note.

 

[Steiner]

Sounds like the ladies need protecting from all these brute savages.

Sign me up as a naval lieutenant with a penchant for gunboat diplomacy and tight, tight pants.

Name: Lieutenant George Whittaker esq (Navy)
Age: 22
Occupation: 2nd Lieutenant on HMS Farstrider
Description: Blonde curly hair and side-whiskers, of which he is far too proud. Blue eyes. Skin weathered red from the wind and sea spray. Dresses, as a rich officer should, in the height of London fashion (tailored jacket and breeches, silk shirt) with few compromises for reality aboard a ship. Carries an expensive cutlass (Heavy Naval sword) and a brace of pistols.
Duties: Aboard a Navy ship the 1st Lieutenant catches most of the best assignments. As Second Lieutenant George normally draws the difficult shoreparties that require competence but rather more expendability than the First Lieutenant can be afforded for. Boarding actions a speciality - otherwise in charge of GunDeck one on the Farstrider.
Personality: Vainglorious. A bit pompous. Charismatic and dynamic in action, but prone to laziness and idolence whenever possible. A bit of a drinker. Known to be a right bastard for punctuality and politeness among his gundeck ratings. Fond of gunboat diplomacy, discussing society and fashions as if they mean something to anyone not of the gentry and generally bearing the rich white man's burden.

 

[OrcishBarbarian]

Sounds like the ladies need protecting from all these brute savages.

Sign me up as a naval lieutenant with a penchant for gunboat diplomacy and tight, tight pants.

Name: Lieutenant George Whittaker esq (Navy)
Age: 22
Occupation: 2nd Lieutenant on HMS Farstrider
Description: Blonde curly hair and side-whiskers, of which he is far too proud. Blue eyes. Skin weathered red from the wind and sea spray. Dresses, as a rich officer should, in the height of London fashion (tailored jacket and breeches, silk shirt) with few compromises for reality aboard a ship. Carries an expensive cutlass (Heavy Naval sword) and a brace of pistols.
Duties: Aboard a Navy ship the 1st Lieutenant catches most of the best assignments. As Second Lieutenant George normally draws the difficult shoreparties that require competence but rather more expendability than the First Lieutenant can be afforded for. Boarding actions a speciality - otherwise in charge of GunDeck one on the Farstrider.
Personality: Vainglorious. A bit pompous. Charismatic and dynamic in action, but prone to laziness and idolence whenever possible. A bit of a drinker. Known to be a right bastard for punctuality and politeness among his gundeck ratings. Fond of gunboat diplomacy, discussing society and fashions as if they mean something to anyone not of the gentry and generally bearing the rich white man's burden.

Excellent...and no doubt horny after all those days at sea and quite ready to shag a native girl...or two or three...

 

[caela]

Name: Tiaret (Lioness)
Age: 20 summers
Occupation: Villiage Shaman/Seer
Appearance: Tall and lithe she moves with the natural grace of her namesake and views the world from odd darkly violet eyes, the mark of a seer. Her long hair falls to her waist in a mass to tight, barely controlled, curls with two braids beside her face keep it out of her eyes and are decorated with small feathers and bits of bone marking her as a mystic among her people.

Background: She'd known from the youngest age that she would one day go to the Shaman's hut to be trained in healing and speaking to the spirits. Even as a child her eyes had set her apart and it was when her mother found her speaking to no one - well no one that her mother could see anyway - that she was forced from her parents hut and into the Shaman's. She considered herself lucky that the Shaman had been a kind old man who knew his life was coming to an end and that he needed a succesor and wasn't jealous of her gift of Sight.

He trained her well in the healing arts as well how to summon spirits at will and in a controlled manner instead of simply letting them come to her as they willed it. He also taught her how to keep them away so that they didn't drive her mad. It was a good life really and she still had plenty of time to sit and learn more womanly skills from her mother as well. After all someone had to sew and cook for the old Shaman and for herself.

When she was just 15 summers the old Shaman had died and while some had thought her too young to take on his mantle she quickly proved them wrong as she used her gifts to guide them to game or higher ground when the rains were going to be worse than normal. As a Shaman she wouldn't be forced to marry and like many a Seer before her it had been put around that if she were ever forced to know a man her gift of Sight would be lost.

 

[wordsmith_11]

Name: Jacob Goodwin
Age: 18
Position: Midshipman
Physical description: 5"11, 160 pounds, broad chest. Cropped brown hair, green eyes, attractive features.
Background: An intelligent, curious teenager, who has the great misfortune to come from a poor family. Consequently easily lured into the Navy by promises of women, drinking, and loot. Rapidly becoming disillusioned with the Navy structure and customs.

Surrounded by lewd sailors, Jacob's 'innocence' is rapidly corroded; and he is becoming increasingly impatient to vent his sexual frustration. Jacob's naivety with foreign cultures is matched by the curiosity of youth.

 

[Tuomas]

Name: Gilbert Moore
Age: 25
Rank: First Leftenant, Royal Marines.
Appearance: 6' exactly, 180lb muscle and bone. Rugged features, but carries an air that betrays his noble heritage. Blond hair with brillant green eyes, he has a kinds smile but a very strong hand.
Background: Bastard son of the Lord Essex, Gilbert joined the Marines as a way to move up in life. His father was always nice to him, and at his parting expressed hope that he would achieve glory in his efforts for the crown, and could be welcomed back with honor. Gilbert rose quickly in the ranks, mostly by being the only member of the army that did not drink on shore. He is a quiet man, keeping to himself, but a very strong and corageous man in time of need. He is eternally bitter about his lack of noblity, and has sworn to win honor for his name -by any means necesary. He asked to sail on HMS Fairwheather's voyage to the New World in the hope of finding better prosepects for himself.

As the highest ranking officer of the Marines to survive, his fiery wrath, and proliferous use of the whip are the only things that keep his soldiers in line. But, when he's not looking...

 

[Cobra2004]

The year was 1763. On a fair May Day, the S.S. Fairweather and Farstrider sailed from London, bearing between them some 622 souls. All were hale and hearty colonists and soldiers of the British Empire, seeking new lands to explore and conquer. Some for personal gain, some for His Majesty, some for the glory of God. Most for the first, even whilst professing zeal for the second and third...

The weather for the first two weeks was fair to fine, and the priest aboard proclaimed that the Lord's favor was surely shining on this noble endeavor to bring the light of British civilization and the Cross to dark, heathen lands. Two days later, the ship's barometer began to drop precipitously. The weather remained fine, however, and the Captain began to suspect a problem with the gage as it passed below 29" of mercury with nary a cloud in the sky...

That night, the wind began to rise. By first light, it was a fifty knot gale, and the ship was tossed and turned. The sun rose to reveal a bowel-chilling sight: a wall of grey-black clouds ahead, with an irresistable wind blowing both ships square into the preternatural storm!

Soon the sun was lost to sight. Assidious prayers could be heard as the storm blew full force. There was a sense of giddiness, as the ships were blown about at unknown speeds, between walls of seawater. Innumerable times, the vessels both nearly foundered...

...and then, as quickly as it came, the storm abated, returning to whatever watery hell it had been vomited up from. The seas calmed to merely choppy as opposed to mountainous. The late-afternoon sun chased away rapidly scudding grey clouds. The night was uneventful, and the next day, the best sound of all from the redheaded lad in the battered crow's nest:

LAND HO!

On a distant shore, two women gathered seashells and fish. They were ebony-skinned, with rich African features. Their village, which had never before seen a European, was about two miles inland on a nearby river which flowed into the ocean. One of the women looked out across the water, seeing the sails of the approaching ships. She tugged on the arm of the other, pointing, talking excitedly and with much trepidation...

THE GAME
This will be part RPG, part mystery, part simulation, and (of course) part roll in the hay (this being SRP on Lit after all). You will have the opportunity to develop your character, gain power and influence.

Note that this story is NOT repeat NOT aiming for political correctness. The English colonists and soldiers, if realistically played, are likely to be racist bastards by modern standards, exploiting the black natives while raping and pillaging. If this offends you then look elsewhere. In the sixteenth century, that's how it was. This story is likely to be dark and gritty in places. You have been warned, and no nasty flames or PMs; this is an ADULT board for MATURE writers.

Positions among the natives (an early Bronze Age civilization) are available to be played, as are any roles on the British side: sailor, soldier, frontiersman, scout, priest, scientist, engineer, even non-British hirelings and mercenaries. I don't want to give anything away but I will say there is an element of fantasy in the New World in which the colonists find themselves. Some things that go bump in the night are in fact quite real...and there are lands beyond the mountains where even the natives do not venture...and with good reason...

Since this is a GM-directed story, I'll be handling quite a few roles myself...including the "world" in which the story unfolds.

Feel free to post characters and questions here in this thread.

This is my second attempt at rp. I'll play a male marooned here and lives with the natives

Name: Tall-One
Age: Unknown. (guess around 35)
Highly skilled with the Samurai sword and knives.

Background:
He came to on the Island beach as the waves lapped over his body. He looked all around disoriented, he couldn't see anything
but water and jungle. He didn't know where he was, nor could he remember how he came to be there or what his name was.
He ran his hands over his long wet blond hair and over his wet clothing. As he did so his hands hit hard objects around his waist. A Samurai sword hung from a belt around his waist, along the length of both his legs down to his boots were knives
strapped in black leather, as he looked, only his shirt was white everything else he wore was black, all were of fine quality.
Being a hot day, he removed all his clothing and laid them on a rock near by to dry. Still confused he pulled the sword from the scabbard, without thinking, his body assumed a fighting stance and into movement only a very skilled swordsmen would know. He looks at all the knives. The were very sharp, again without thinking, he threw the knife at a small three trunk 25 paces away, hitting it square in the middle. One thing he knew. He had skills both with the sword and the knives. If he could just remember who, and what his name was. While his clothes were drying he looked through some of debris washed on the beach, he found a big chest full of clothing that looked as they would fit him, and even some food, but mostly fruits.
(Unknown to him he was of royal birth)

He lived in this land with the natives for the last 15 years. To this day he never regained his memory. Thus the name. Tall_One


Looks: 6' 4"
Deep Green eyes
Long blond hair into a pony tail
Genre: White with bronzed skin
Well muscled and athletic due to his skills

 

[OrcishBarbarian]

Superb character...has great potential to carve out a niche for himself in this savage, untamed land he finds himself in. Does Jacob possess any skills at arms? He sounds like more the brawler and scrapper than a swordsman, but many a great warlord got his start as such.

What does Jacob think of the dark- skinned races? And what is his greatest fear? His fondest hope?

Name: Jacob Goodwin
Age: 18
Position: Midshipman
Physical description: 5"11, 160 pounds, broad chest. Cropped brown hair, green eyes, attractive features.
Background: An intelligent, curious teenager, who has the great misfortune to come from a poor family. Consequently easily lured into the Navy by promises of women, drinking, and loot. Rapidly becoming disillusioned with the Navy structure and customs.

Surrounded by lewd sailors, Jacob's 'innocence' is rapidly corroded; and he is becoming increasingly impatient to vent his sexual frustration. Jacob's naivety with foreign cultures is matched by the curiosity of youth.

 

[OrcishBarbarian]

Name: Giblert Moore
Age: 25
Rank: First Leftenant, Royal Marines.
Appearance: 6' exactly, 180lb muscle and bone. Rugged features, but carries an air that betrays his noble heritage. Blond hair with brillant green eyes, he has a kinds smile but a very strong hand.
Background: Bastard son of the Lord Essex, Gilbert joined the Marines as a way to move up in life. His father was always nice to him, and at his parting expressed hope that he would achieve glory in his efforts for the crown, and could be welcomed back with honor. Gilbert rose quickly in the ranks, mostly by being the only member of the army that did not drink on shore. He is a quiet man, keeping to himself, but a very strong and corageous man in time of need. He is eternally bitter about his lack of noblity, and has sworn to win honor for his name -by any means necesary. He asked to sail on HMS Fairwheather's voyage to the New World in the hope of finding better prosepects for himself.

As the highest ranking officer of the Marines to survive, his fiery wrath, and proliferous use of the whip are the only things that keep his soldiers in line. But, when he's not looking...

Great concept...Gilbert may find discipline difficult indeed to maintain once his crew lands...and the natives do have a particularly delightful brand of rum...

 

[autumnmist]

this is sounding better all the time.....
i do hope the natives are not the only ones to be savaged...... please dont forget the innocent preacher's daughter

 

[wordsmith_11]

Jacob possesses neither great ability nor appetite for swordsplay. His rough upbringing, however, and his constant struggles to assert himself onboard have honed him into an intuitive, vicious, and potent brawler.

Jacob's foremost immediate hope is to get of this damned ship. Following that, he wants to get hammered and fuck something. What he keeps quiet, however, is his desire to obtain wealth - and he has no scruples over how.

The constant chiding of others has temporarily blunted his intellect: he is now obsessed with fucking. Yet his greatest fear is that if he does die in this damned Navy, he will die poor and a virgin.

Although Jacob was initially apalled by the black skins of the people on shore, his disgust has turned to immense curiousity. They seem to possess an animalistic, powerful sexuality that further stokes his desire.

 

[OrcishBarbarian]

This is my second attempt at rp. I'll play a male colonist if you still have room.

Name: Tall-One
Age: Unknown. (guess around 35)
Highly skilled with the Samurai sword and knives.

Background:
He came to on the Island beach as the waves lapped over his body. He looked all around disoriented, he couldn't see anything
but water and jungle. He didn't know where he was, nor could he remember how he came to be there or what his name was.
He ran his hands over his long wet blond hair and over his wet clothing. As he did so his hands hit hard objects around his waist. A Samurai sword hung from a belt around his waist, along the length of both his legs down to his boots were knives
strapped in black leather, as he looked, only his shirt was white everything else he wore was black, all were of fine quality.
Being a hot day, he removed all his clothing and laid them on a rock near by to dry. Still confused he pulled the sword from the scabbard, without thinking, his body assumed a fighting stance and into movement only a very skilled swordsmen would know. He looks at all the knives. The were very sharp, again without thinking, he threw the knife at a small three trunk 25 paces away, hitting it square in the middle. One thing he knew. He had skills both with the sword and the knives. If he could just remember who, and what his name was. While his clothes were drying he looked through some of debris washed on the beach, he found a big chest full of clothing that looked as they would fit him, and even some food, but mostly fruits.
(Unknown to him he was of royal birth)

He lived in this colony for the last 15 years. To this day he never regained his memory. Thus the name. Tall_One

Looks: 6' 4"
Beep Green eyes
Long blond hair into a pony tail
Genre: White with bronzed skin
Well muscled and athletic due to his skills

Good character...perhaps he was on an East India Tea Co. ship that got caught in a smilar storm 15 years ago, and was the sole survivor, narrowly escaping Poseidon's wrath himself.

 

[OrcishBarbarian]

Jacob possesses neither great ability nor appetite for swordsplay. His rough upbringing, however, and his constant struggles to assert himself onboard have honed him into an intuitive, vicious, and potent brawler.

Jacob's foremost immediate hope is to get of this damned ship. Following that, he wants to get hammered and fuck something. What he keeps quiet, however, is his desire to obtain wealth - and he has no scruples over how.

The constant chiding of others has temporarily blunted his intellect: he is now obsessed with fucking. Yet his greatest fear is that if he does die in this damned Navy, he will die poor and a virgin.

Although Jacob was initially apalled by the black skins of the people on shore, his disgust has turned to immense curiousity. They seem to possess an animalistic, powerful sexuality that further stokes his desire.

Great...he should have his chance to take out his rampant sexual frustrations on some of the natives in short order. Beyond that, Jacob will find this new land will test his mettle while affording him opportunities for personal and professional advancement greatly surpassing any he could have attained as a Navy file.

If he survives, that is...

 

[Tuomas]

this is sounding better all the time.....
i do hope the natives are not the only ones to be savaged...... please dont forget the innocent preacher's daughter

Lt. Moore would never dream of harming a hair on such a pristine girl's head -in a civilized world. But now that the ships are off-course, and the poor girl is so alone, maybe bringing back a beautiful damsel such as he will enhance his position back at home. And so far away from the civilized world, it's not so necesary to stand on ceremony when it comes to getting what he wants

Besides, he's been obsessed with her hands; soft, kind, generous hands that he can't get out of his mind since she tended to a scrape he recieved during an excersize with his men. He can't help thinking what her hands would feel like in other places...

So, yes, some of the colonists WILL be savaged