danakir
Senior Member
Come here children, let me tell you a story...
Terror on the high sea once upon a time had many titles, each more colorful than the last, as shifting as the currents of the blue ocean itself.
The Laughing Devil.
The Blackstone Serpent.
The Drowning Storm.
But these are but titles, honorifics for an age gone by, now these days it is all about the name. There was one for this man.
The foul man who spilled blood and accrued an unspeakable fortune through vile acts of piracy.
The Western Typhoon himself, Dread Pirate Seven-Ropes Weishu.
There could be no haven safe from his terrible wrath and the wavecrest archipelago itself trembled in just as much helpless horror as the coast of the Blessed Isle, no one could be safe from the man's depredations. Not even the courts of Heaven, for even the Storm Mothers learned to fear his name as one might fear a force of nature.
This bestial man at the head of his savage crew of scavengers led many a rampage with no one bold enough to even dare attempt to stop him, for decades he ruled the trading routes of the West with an iron fist, demanding tribute and inflicting death as the penalty for defiance. The Pirate Lord Seven-Ropes Weifu however did not last long on his throne ewn from black corral and soon he was deposed from his pearl crown, his head unfortunately excised most swiftly from his neck.
However on his deathbed, they are rumors that he told one prison guard of all his exploits with such glee and depravity that the poor man went mad, running away screaming right after the fateful execution of the scourge of the sea, his words echoing still to this day...
"Weishu's treasure lives through him! Weishu's treasure lives through him! Oh Sol, the skulls and the gold and all the glittering gems, they stand in his grave that he built in his final day, the herald clad in the vestment of the crow and sitting in the House of Endings foretold it! SOMEONE MAKE IT STOP!"
The poor fool clawed his eyes out and died when the flow of his blood could give no more. Or so the story tells. To this day, none have found any sign of the portentous treasure, the fabled riches sealed away into the depths of the Western Ocean. Perhaps they are really still out there, or perhaps this is but a fancy.
Still, that is hardly what you and your crew believes. All of you are companions of the reincarnation of the legendary Solar dread pirate, the heir to his lost memories or so it seems. Together you have taken to sea in search of booty, wenches and adventure.
You say that you are all in it to find the truth behind the legend. To become wealthy beyond your wildest imaginings.
For some of you, that might even be true.
But my friends, a pirate life's is yours.
Now, what will you be?
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Alright, so I got your interest here mate? That's good. That's very good.
I'm looking for specific types here. Either the mixed bloods of the Scroll of Heroes or Terrestrial Exalts. I am most certainly NOT looking for any Celestial Exalts. This is deliberately more fluffy and lighthearted, more high-adventure and less grand epic.
If at all possible, I'd love if everyone could keep their concept to some kind of pirate archetype. I will need at least one of you to play the legendary dread pirate's reincarnation, preferably as an half-caste of some sort. Regardless, I have a list of four crew members that I've roughly defined, those are only suggestions, but anyone going roughly with the basic premise of one of them will have a better chance of getting in.
- Dread Pirate with a heart of gold and no common sense. Think shonen but with less stupid. Clever but reckless.
- Casanova oozing charisma, definitely some sort of smooth rogue, perhaps even a dashing socialite? The group's speaker.
- Gruff but honest and proud warrior with a dark past. Preferably a bit older than everyone else. Competent but jaded. Loyal.
- Revenge and the hope of new life through the lost treasure. The odd man out and the wild card. Not a natural at piracy.
And now, for something very important. You are all female. This is an amazon brigade. This is the pink bishojo ghetto. You may not have a penis. I am sorry, the only way you're getting to have one is if you pretend to be female as your character concept.
Why do I want you all to be female? Because it's more fun for me that way. That's all the excuse I need. I hope you'll forgive me that one indulgence.
Keep in mind, as much as I love drama, this is about high adventure! Wenches and booty! Rum and dirty songs! Keep that in mind, the mood of this is a mixture of epic badassery and good ol' high sea adventure.
Dead men tell no tales... wait nonono, that's way too depressing! >_>