Deckhand Michael Herbert Williams
Male
Birth date: 10.3.1895 y.
Cabin: Sailors
Biography:
"Deckhand Michael H. Williams"
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General Info:
D.O.B: March 10th, 1895
Personality: Quiet and Reserved, but can and will lash out if provoked.
Cabin: Sailors Bunks
Role: White Star Line Deckhand
Chat Colour: #373c9c.
Luggage: Swiss Army Knife, suspicious red traces on blades; Pocket watch; 1 Revolver; 6 rounds.
Description:
Michael Herbert Williams is a quiet lad who will ALWAYS do as he's asked, within some degree of reason. He stands at 5' 8" with Black hair and Pink eyes, and has a concerningly large dent engraved into his head about half an inch deep, which is usually covered by his cap. He currently works as a Deckhand for the White Star Line.
Biography:
The world's a cruel, messed-up place and he's running from it. There.
...What? you want more? The company don't like us talkin' to the paying passengers, you know...
..Right, fine, I'll bite.
Born on the 10th of March in the year 1895, Michael Herbert Williams hails from a family of great wealth and privilege in the Irish countryside, where exactly is not known by many.
Since the day he could articulate his thoughts, and being the "Runt of the Litter" if you will, Michael has been a veritable servant to his family, toiling away in a state of servitude. Now, this might seem like an exaggeration at first glance, but one can assure you that it isn’t. Whenever he refused to go through with his family’s demands, they usually ended up cutting his food and water supply, this didn’t change much, considering what they fed him regardless..
It was only after 16 years of this torture that they blundered.
On a cold February night, Michael was left on his own in the house while his family went out to a "Grand Event", he took this chance, breaking out of the Williams Manor and vanishing off the face of the earth.
In Belfast, around the same time, a Deckhand under the name "Herbert Michaels" signed up aboard the small Passenger Steamer "Monaco". He served for a good 4 months onboard... Until the vessel was sunk just off the coast of England, fully booked, by the mutinying crew of a passing cargo ship unintentionally steering their vessel directly into Monaco's side.
Monaco sank in less than an hour, with a loss of 78 Crew and Passengers.
The mutinying sailors, predictably, didn't have their vessel sink. They didn't stay to render assistance either, they returned to shore and sold their tales to the media. I say tales because barely any of it was even true, it was just to save face.
And of course, the media, hungry for fingers to point and sales to rise, took the bait.
Upon their rescue and return, the surviving crew of the Monaco were grilled relentlessly by the inquiry that followed, and in the end, blame is put entirely upon Monaco's crew.
The truth, though argued over relentlessly in the inquiry itself, has never really been brought to light. And the media, of course, had a field day.
Names, pictures, all plastered all over... Pretty much the whole of Ireland.
But all this, I bet you're wondering, is a sad, sorry tale, with no real connection to what's going on here. So I say we get to the meat and potatoes of it all.
August, 1914. Roughly a month after the assassination of Archduke Franz Ferdinand of Austria and a week after the official declaration of war, the British Empire officially joined The Great War.
With Morale high and the so-called War Fever running rampant, he quickly sunk his way into the ranks of the Sailors.
November, 1916. Michael has served the H.M.H.S. Britannic since she entered service in December of 1915. Being onboard the sister ship of Titanic does un-nerve him somewhat (at least, that's what we think it is), but he strives to do his best, even if it might be his last.
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