Captain "Bleakbeak" Mcquay

By Widdershins

• May 12, 2017

Age: 64

Gender: Male

Species: Non-Pony

Appearance: <p>   Species: Griffon        (AU) </p> <p>    McQuay is a rather large griffon similar to a Raven. He has a large, black beak that joins up to a head mostly covered in a dense, scraggly, beard-like mane of black feathers that grow downward over his chest towards his yellow, front left claw and his right peg leg. He can usually be found wearing an old Pirate Captain Hat. Because he's a pirate. </p> <p>   His back, lion half is a dark orange-red (I think Umber, is the shade I'm thinking of here?) with a long, prehensile tail ending in a black tuft of fur that he can use to grab his cutlasses with to toss towards his front limbs. </p> <p>    Bleakbeak's black ruff of feathers is a bit stained & grey in some scattered streaks & spots. Perhaps it is that way from old age or being in near-constant contact with salty sea air or spilled drinks. Also from a long life he's gained an eyepatch over his right to cover his infected, glassy eye. An injury he sustained from many years on the rum and taking too long to get used to his pegleg. </p> <p>   From a lifetime of picking fights & other pirate duties, McQuay still has a rather robust & muscular frame, in spite of the tolls of old age & sub-par healthcare that piracy is also known for. He could easily out-weigh & out-manuver most ponies, but like as not any younger griffon or combatant that has learned to take advantage of their youth. </p> <p>  Despite having lost it a long while ago, McQuay still is right-clawed & combined with his rather rash nature this usually leads to a few bruises around him & under his feathers.   ...and also those around him. </p> <p>   </p>

Personality: <p>    As stated before, Bleakbeak McQuay is rather brash, rash, rude, crude, cruel and occasionally a fool. As the Captain of many a pirate ship in his time, he's not above thrashing an underling back into line... though as his life has recently turned sour & sparse due to a mutiny, he is somewhat begrudgingly aware that that hasn't quite lead him to the best part of his life. </p> <p>    While undeniably rough, he can be jovial & friendly, with the sort of loud, cawing laugh & a hearty slap on the back that results in your tonsils flying out from the "friendly pat." A trait of his not helped by the pegleg. McQuay tends not to spend too much time concerning himself with the feelings of others. In his world (literally) its a natural expectation for him to assume everyone else can take a blow, insult or be raring for a spat at any moment. It's hardly his concern if you think he's being too mean. </p> <p>    While obsessive when it comes to his revenge, if there is one thing he shares with the draconequus he hunts is a general lack of concern for collateral damage. The ends justify the means to him. As long as he lands a blow, what's it matter if a few bystanders or houses got blown up along the way? "A fight's a fight N' Might makes Right!" </p> <p>   McQuay can be every bit as crotchety and... well salty, as any old Sea Dog can be, but he can be easily swayed if he feels he can profit from it like any good mercenary. Or if you just offer to buy him a drink. Bleakbeak has a notable addiction to alcohol. Probably the best, if not only, way to get on his good side is offer a drink... or get him any where near some. Piloting a ship through dimensions tends not to allow a Captain many chances to refuel his rum supplies. </p> <p>    ...and yes, he is basically a version of Yosemite Sam. </p>

Backstory: <p> (extrapolated from <a href="<___base_url___>/topic/159264-widdershins-interplanar-peanut-gallery/" rel="">Widdershins's Interplanar Peanut Gallery</a>)   </p> <p>    Bleakbeak McQuay (as well as the remnants of his crew) comes from a alternate version of Equestria. One with a green sun instilling a primal ferocity in its natives, almost all of the inland territory being drenched in dense, wild jungle and almost all higher life gravitating towards the coast to participate in a society built around piracy & thievery. </p> <p>    A long story short: After a night of free rounds from Widdershins, Bleakbeak McQuay awoke to find his "good drinking claw" stolen out from under him. Not being one to take a double-cross well, he then spent nearly a decade searching the seas for Widdershins, unknowing that he was an interdimensional traveler. After most of his crew giving up on him & losing faith in his mad quest for revenge, Bleakbeak had the good luck to spy the very same portal the draconequus had left behind while emptying out his eyepatch overboard. He immediately set sail through it, and from then on spent his years hunting down that "Grae' Grey Worrm" through the same portals he created, forever a few too many hobbling steps behind! </p>