Ahmose Redbeard

Half Egyptian and Half European, his skin is dark bronze in hue. Ahmose cares little for his European half, more quick to pour back another bottle or throw out an incoherent curse than reminisce about the past.

Temperamental and rarely sober, his reaction from anything going on around him (including his own dismemberment) could also include boisterous, creepy laughter, a sobbing fit, or anything in between.

He has no idea where he is or how he got here, though this hasn't affected him much, aside from a few bouts of running nude up and down the beach, waving his clothes frantically, as if trying to signal someone.


Reality, much as it was for him, was shattered when he came across a native woman (topless in the mid-day heat, no less). She smiled uncertainly at him, so he started swinging from sobbing uncontrollably on her breasts to bellowing something like aggressively incoherent questions. When the native woman broke his nose, kicked him in the balls, and, just for good measure and assumingly to help her make her escape, clubbed both of his kneecaps, Ahmose was overheard (by the island itself, apparently) vowing to himself that the topless, otherwise unidentifiable native woman would be his queen and he would become the ruler of his new jungle home.

This character has indicated he has spirituous intentions.
He usually has a parrot named Hobbes sat on his shoulder. All other smart-mouthed, snobbish parrots get a punch to the beak!

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Ahmose has had a loss of faith in the random, inanimate object he stumbled upon and decided to worship in a fit of sobriety, and is celebrating by slipping back into his old ways. To booze!

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While generally quite rude, abrasive, incoherent, and unaware of the consequences of his actions, he is as harmless as an inebriated kitten. Unless you give him cause otherwise, such as impeding his never ending struggle against sobriety. Though, sometimes the spirits (and the booze) taunt him a bit too cruelly, so he may not stay too friendly towards you for long, depending on what they tell him about you.

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Proudly and slowly torn apart, limb by limb, by the monstrous Kraken!

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There once was a wee Native boy who thought himself the boss,
he went 'round cut'n' out hearts, and just makin' people cross.
"You don't belong around here, white devil, again you will never call...
Now, please, mind my tiny 'kini, 'cause I'm mortified of my own balls!
My penis is smaller than micro, tweezers won't do the trick,
and now every time I take a piss I always curse my dick!
I get my nuts soaking wet, and the stench seems to never fade!
All part of that stupid curse for bloodying my blade!
The Gods and Ancestors mock every time I slice and hack...
'Spill all the blood you like, you're never getting your junk back!'
So I kill out of shame and forever hide my prickprick,
because no matter where I go everyone shouts 'There goes ClickClick!'"