Cog had been slumbering peacefully, he'd turned in a bit later in the evening, having been on the watch and helping Salt navigate out of port before being excused for bed. Brass had rules that Cog couldn't stay up all night because of his age, but in a few years that would be over with. He yawned and sat up just as Gizmo was sneaking into his bedroom, chirping and buzzing oddly to see if the boy was awake. Cog laughed at the creature as it crawled over to sit at the foot of his bed.
"Morning Gizmo!" He greeted and the pherret gave another strange assortment of noises as Cog dragged himself out of bed to get dressed. "What happened to my hat?" He mentioned after noticing it was not sitting on the table where he usually left it. A brow arched before the boy turned to face the pherret, setting his hands on his hips. "Well... where is it?" He questioned, giving the creature a glare much like he'd seen Brass give to one of the other crew members. Gizmo looked back at him with that blank face, tilting its head to peer back at him with adjusting lenses. In the next moments Gizmo had jumped off the bed and underneath it and Cog dove after him.
"Cog? Are you up yet?" A knock sounded on the door and hearing a commotion Brass let herself in, blinking in some surprise to see only Cog's legs sticking out from under his twin-size bed. She laughed and reached down to catch the boy's ankles, pulling him out. Along with him came his hat in one hand and the pherret wiggling and squirming in the other. "Alright that's enough, off to breakfast!" She helped him to his feet and shooed him off towards the galley and their [guest].
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Statistics
basic
name » Collin
alias » Cog
gender » Male
species » Human
age » Sixteen
nationality » Mix
accent? None
stereotype » Runt, Orphan
appearance
hair color » Sandy
hair length » Medium
hair style » Messy
eye color » Light Brown/Hazel
complexion » Cream
build » Petite
height » Five Foot
attire taste? Anything Comfortable
extra » Freckled
lifestyle
occupation » Lookout
home » the Dreamgear
preference » Bi
status » Single
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Artwork
Credits
» Profile by  Ringo
» Emblem by Rachel
» Character/Content by  Meow
Acquaintances
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Background
An orphan from a young age, Collin spent most of his childhood on the streets running away from numerous orphanages that tried to keep him. While trying to steal some food for himself he was caught by authorities and then given to a noble as a stable boy and servant. None of it really made sense to Collin until he was ten and he was taken into the noble's study and present papers that claimed ownership unless Collin could pay off debts from thieving and his care while staying with the noble, which he would not be able to do with the meager "wage" he was earning.
He served as nothing more than a stable boy and house hold servant, cleaning up after animals (four-legged and two-legged alike). Chance would it be that he'd travel with his master on occasion and his master had a hankering for gambling. 
Sometimes he was good, and sometimes the luck was not his. One particular evening came around where Collin accompanied him, standing just behind his master with the lord's coat and hat in his hand watching as he and a dark, almost frightening looking fellow played a game of black jack. It started in the lord's favor; he was winning a good portion of money off the stranger but as the lord and stranger started exchanging drinks things took a turn.
So drunk he was nearly falling out of his chair the lord was down all the cash he had on him and produced from his coat pocket a slip of paper he had been carrying... an ownership paper for the lad standing just behind him. Collin's future was settled onto the pot as the stranger dealt the cards one last time. Hat and coat dropped to the floor as the cards turned and the boy glanced across the table to his new "master". Grinning, the dark fellow motioned the boy to come along as he collected his winnings and left the drunken lord slumped over his losing hand.
"Here, you deal with him..." Cutlass grumbled as he shooed the boy off towards Gadget who gasped and fawned over him. She saw to it he got a bath and a meal while Cutlass settled into a seat in the captain's quarters. "We can drop him off at our next stop." He grunted to Brass across the desk as she was glancing over the ownership papers. "No.. He’ll stay with us. According to this he has no where else to go, and if he's back out on the streets what's to keep him from ending up in the same situation. Get use to him Cutlass.." Cutlass rolled his eyes and retreated to his chambers to deal with the on coming headache from all his drinking as Brass and Gadget introduced Cog, their appointed nick name for the urchin, to the ship and his new duties as a lookout.
A bit reluctant and uneasy about the situation Cog spent some time arguing with himself whether this was a good idea, but the more time he spent with the crew of the Dreamgear the more comfortable he felt. These days... he can not thank them enough for their kindness and like the rest of the crew has adopted the ship as his home and the crew as his family.
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