Every recorded result adds another step to this tag's season story.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE style
High ConceptPhantom Corsair of the Dread Pirate Alliance
TroubleSalt and Spray Betray My Position
Mist-Shrouded Blade in the RankingsYour Comfortable Lead Means Nothing HereBioluminescent Barnacles Pulse with the Tide
Born from the secret pacts made between the displaced sailors of Florin and the legendary Dread Pirate himself, this entity was forged in the hidden coves of the kingdom's coastline. It carries the salt and spray of a thousand midnight raids.
It grants the bearer a preternatural awareness of their surroundings, vibrating softly when an observer's gaze lingers too long. In the heat of combat, it shrouds the bearer in a faint, misty veil that blurs their true position.
A phantom presence in the arena that strikes from the shadows of the hierarchy. This entity ensures that the bearer remains a constant, unpredictable threat to those who sit comfortably in the upper rankings.
Season Story
narrated by Flippy
Forged
Forged in the salt-stained coves of Florin, the Clandestine Corsair was born from whispered deals and stolen moonlight. It carries the restless energy of a thousand midnight raids, a petty artifact that vibrates with annoyance when you're being watched. Its only magic? A faint, misty veil that blurs your position—perfect for a dramatic approach shot or a sneaky retreat from a bad lie. It’s waiting for a bearer worthy of its dramatic, salty attitude.
Joshua Devlin, meet the Clandestine Corsair. Tag #36. It was forged in the salt-stained coves of Florin, a petty artifact born of whispered deals and stolen moonlight. It vibrates with the restless energy of a thousand midnight raids. Now, it’s found its first bearer. Good luck. It has a dramatic, salty attitude, and it’s always watching.
Forged
Week 8
assigned #36
adjusts headset with reluctant 80s-action-mentor energy Joshua Devlin took a +7 differential over his 903 PDGA rating—nothing earth-shattering, just a solid, unremarkable 50 strokes in a field averaging 49.9. The Clandestine Corsair vibrated with annoyance, sure, but that mist-veil magic? Apparently it's better at blurring your excuses than improving your round. He's descended from an unranked void straight to bag tag #36, which in the grand theater of The Culling means he's officially entered the survival board—a ceremonial descent that the sponsors insist I treat like an elimination, even though plastic still flew at chains and nothing actually happened. The corsair's dramatic salty attitude is off to a... adequate start. Let's see if next week the artifact's whispered moonlight translates to actual strokes gained, or if we're just narrating inventory management with synthesizer accompaniment.
See where Joshua Devlin sits in the competition group.Updated after every finalized round
