The Poison Of The Seven Seas

[Gh0st]

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Appearance Details:

Standing at 5'10 and weighing around 180 pounds, the boy is very muscular and toned. His skin reflects his heritage with a copper complexion and his long, ebony hair flows down to his shoulders when it is not cared for like it is shown above. Dark brown eyes, but whiskey colored under the sun, with an oblique positioning on his face is what the teenager sports next to a pair of eyebrows that seem to be constantly giving a ferocious look. Usually, he'll wear pants, boots, and a white unbuttoned shirt that he lets hang on him loosely.

Name:

Yuquibo

Nickname/Title (optional):

Mayohaboa or for short the crew prefers using "Yo"which they pronounce as "Jo" (the name will be explained in the bio), the Indian

Age:

16

Gender:

Male

Sexuality:

Heterosexual

Nationality:

Taíno


Personality:

Unlike the rest of his people, the boy has always been quite a fighter. More often then not, he would be seen unwilling to let a matter drop if he was sitting in the awry side of injustice. This, naturally, meant he spent a large amount of time as a boy in brawls with other boys, particularly Spanish boys who insulted him and his family. Although he is a spitfire, Yo is not at all an unwise or unintelligent boy. While he was growing up in the small village he'll always refer to as "home", his father made sure that his son did not grow to become a mindless brute who sought violence. Because of his father's teachings, he grew to be calm, collected, and thoughtful human being. This, however, does not mean that the rashness in him has gone away. On the contrary, the boy is still the same that he was a child simply much more..."tamed". On the other side of the spectrum Yo has always had a thirst for all sorts of education whether it be literature, mathematics, people and their culture, sciences, or really anything. Even as a toddler his curiosity, which worked perfectly with his once lighthearted attitude, was a definite constant and it even brought him trouble at times. Once a child many goofy antics, he's grown to become a thinking, somewhat serious sort of teenager with strong values and morals.

Likes:

First and foremost, learning, combat, and sailing are on the top of the boy's list. If that were all that he could do for the rest of his life, he would be very happy. But even before all of this, freedom is rooted deep within the boy. This can cause him trouble with authority, but now he has learned to control himself better. Also, Yo has a very big liking to climbing and heights as well for it was how he passed time growing up. hunting is something he also enjoys, but never for sport only to feed one's self and their family. Music and art, although he personally cannot create either, interests him very much so as well. The jungle and animals he is also very big on.

Dislikes:

Slavery, and those who oppress others will always stir the most rage in Yo's heart. Along with that, smoking and the smell of ash in general he very much does not like. Meaningless violence and ignorant people is another thing that he is not a fan of as well as deception and manipulation.

Skills:

Close-quarter combat, extremely skilled with a hatchet, climbing (parkour), accurate with a bow and arrow, sailing, and tracking.

Weaknesses:

Prideful, reckless, too curious for his own good, bad at taking orders, and a horrible shot with a pistol or gun.

Biography:

Yo was born to the peaceful, native people of Borikén (or Puerto Rico as it is known as by the Spanish). His father was a fisherman and so when the Spanish came they allowed him to keep doing his work so long as he gave the majority of his profit from fishing to them. From his father, Yo would learn how to fish, hunt, and sail. His name at birth, Yuquibo, was given to him because of his hunger for retaliation and because of his spirit. The name first belonged to a leader of his people who fought against Spanish colonization when the Spanish first came to their island. Much unlike his more calm people, Yo was a warrior and a natural fighter. This made him more like the Carib Indians which were a rivaling tribe. From the ages of seven through nine he had a very close bond with a boy from this rivaling tribe where he learned how to fight. This friend of his was the one to give him his hatchet.

At the age of nine, the fish that his father provided was not enough for the Spanish. To punish him, they took Yo and forced him into slavery where he would spend four years working in the most difficult of conditions for harsh, brutal men. There was an upside to this because in these four years he would meet a man who would teach him Spanish before he died of being overworked. With his knowledge of the language, Yo began listening in on conversations that his captors would have and tried to plan an escape. At thirteen, he would get the chance for he heard a conversation stating that his village would be burned. He quickly escaped soon after and went back home only to witness as the Spanish burned his people. In a fit of rage, he ran to his old home and grabbed his hatchet and his father's bow/arrow. With no thought of possible consequences, he slaughtered any men guilty of this arson as it all turned to a crisp around him. A certain captain had been in the island committing the usual acts of piracy, when they heard word of a young boy who had gone on a rampage and then had fled his village into the town she had been staying at. He had been nicknamed Mayohaboa which refers to his people's drums and how they sound like "the voice of gods" due to the fierce battle cry the boy had. Perhaps it was sympathy, or old memories of when the greatest of captains took scarred children under his wing, but she decided to let him come with her. Due to his lack of ear for authority and the fact that the crew dislikes/ does not trust him for seemingly no reason, she made him a Powder Monkey and that has been his place since.

Position:

Powder Monkey

How Many Years Have You Been A Crewmember?:

Yo has been on the ship for three years now.

Weapon(s):


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Other:

Yo can speak the Taíno language, the Carib language, Spanish, and in his time on the ship he has learned English. Although my character would certainly not be a fan of this, all hail Queen Rai!​

 

[Queen Rai]

@Nalzrad: Accepted, of course


@Gh0st: VERY GOOD! Accepted!

 

[Happy Red Mage]

Appearance Details (include height, weight, scars, etc.): She has multiple scars under her clothes from abuse and her endeavors.


Name: Riley De'Leone


Nickname/Title (optional): White Lion


Age: 18


Gender: Female


Sexuality: Pansexual


Nationality: England


Personality (be detailed! Do not just list traits!): She's a broken little girl inside of a mature one. Most of her time is spent in emotionless monotony. All of the hardships she has gone through has lead her to believe that failure is very very bad and as such doesn't like failing. She flinches whenever an older male ever so slightly lifts his hand against her and will react violently when touched by the same person, often resulting in bruises and other injuries. More ever she believes that everything bad that has happened to her is her fault, resulting in not being able to form bonds easily and being silent. However, despite her abnormalities her fury knows no bounds, friend, foe, nothing matters when she is angered, like a rampaging lion blinded by anger.


Likes: Bending the law in her favor, winning, snow, gems


Dislikes: Losing, older males(not all, just certain adult ones)


Skills (should not outnumber your weaknesses by more than two!): Tenacity, weapons mastery, high mobility, stealth, high comprehension levels.


Weaknesses: Easily angered, impatient, no formal style of combat


Biography (at least two paragraphs, please!):


Months after the kidnapping of Louise De'Leone her parents were soon giving up hope. The father no longer had any hopes of her being alive and was stuck with no heir to the family. He brought in Riley, his only bastard daughter to be the heir. The mother however was less receptive to this and antagonized her in every, in futile hopes that if she left then Louise would come back. And so ensued many years of abuse until finally the mother gave up all together. She was rendered bedridden out of misery.


Then it was the father's turn, after his wife fell ill he started blaming Riley, comparing her to her nonbastard sister and slowly sinking to depression. He soon kicked her out in an effort to help his wife recover, calling her a 'good for nothing waste of space of a bastard that's brought nothing but suffering'. Riley was left alone, perceiving herself as a failure and left to wander Europe in solitude. She spent weeks walking without proper food and water, exposed to the elements and dangers of travelling alone.


One faithful night she fell asleep under a willow tree and was taken by bandits. Something inside her finally snapped and the pain, hatred, dejection, and aggression finally found a target. The next morning, people of a nearby town came to investigate a sudden smoke that sprang nearby only to discover a small white haired girl with slightly messy hair poking the fire with a long bloody stick. Around her were the dead forms of bandits bludgeoned to death.


Position: Bounty Hunter/Stowaway


Are You New Onboard? If Not, How Many Years Have You Been A Crewmember?: Yes


Weapon(s): A large black iron spear she affectionately calls 'Black Wit'. She also has enough knives on her to arm a small ship's worth of pirates.


Other: Whenever angered her hair sort of bristles and her eyes take on and eerie yet fierce emptiness. She heeds nothing in her anger.


All Hail Queen Rai
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[Purpleyedmiss]

Nesim has two appearances which, although similar, have differences worth remembering.
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1. First, his/her male appearance: he/she straps a red cloth over the forehead of slightly toned skin and moves the fringe over it, while tying the rest of medium-lenght dark hair in a messy knot on the right. He/she then proceeds to put a balm on the lips to hide the deep, crimson colour and the transformation is there, plain to see.
   
2. As a woman, Nesim leaves her/his hair down, wets the lips and puts on makeup to look more feminine.
   

Irregardless of which appearance she/he chooses, Nesim has defined cheekbones, almond eyes and a sharp, relatively long nose, accompaning a slightly lenghty face. Thin lips hide a sharp, silver tongue within, and the glares Nesim makes can put almost anyone in place. She/he always braids light green beads into her/his hair and rarely combs it, since it's thick and hard to tame. A tiny scar crosses the left eye diagonally, and her/his body is sprinkled by barely visible freckles, the result of spending too much time under the burning sun. Nesim is 1.72 meters tall (around 5' 7 ft) and weighs 64 kg (around 141 pounds).

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Name:

Nesim Burakgazi




Nickname/Title:

Shifter or Trickster




Age:

25




Gender:

Gender fluid (Meaning an individual that, at times identifies as a woman, and other times as a man); Biologically Female




Sexuality:

Aromantic bisexual (Meaning an individual that is attracted both genders in a sexual way, but has no desire for romantic relationships)




Nationality:

Ottoman (From Istanbul, so today would correspond to Turkish)

Personality:


Nesim sincerely believes that most people can't get anywhere with a bad temper, so she/he has come to the conclusion that being cool-headed and assertive in most situations is what will get the better profit. Whenever being bothered by someone, instead of lashing out at them, the ottoman chooses to be patient, let any shred of anger boil and die down inside her/him. However, like everyone, Nesim has a limit: When enfuriated to the most unbearable point, she/he turns to actions and says harsh words that can send a shiver through the toughest of spines. Her/his sense of humour is dark and plenty, if not a bit concealed, only revealed when the once serious, pokerfaced fellow suprises the crew mates with a clever, funny remark. When in intimate, sexual moments, Nesim's intentions are clear as water: Pleasure, pleasure and more pleasure. Doesn't matter how, as long as she/he loves it to bits. However, Nesim ignores and despises any sort of emotional, romantic investment during intercourses or in relationships. Maybe that's what lead people to believe that Nesim is cold and heartless, a trait that can upset some, but is somewhat crucial to a pirate's life, no matter how anyone tries to deny that fact. She/he has few friends and more acquaintances in consequence of that. Nesim rarely gets too attatched to those friends of hers/his, treating them more like companions who she/he can tell jokes to, or as mates that will come to aid during fierce battles (and vice-versa).


When it comes to trust, Nesim is worth of it. Generally loyal to every Captain that accepts her/him (since some consider her/him to be a stranger, someone who could never truly belong, given her flexible identity), she/he is able to switch roles when it seems most fit, all in the convenience of the situation and for the objectives of those superior to her/him.





Likes:


- Dark, clever humour;


- Although a not very violent person her/himself, Nesim loves to see sailors fight drunk, something she/he always gets a good laugh out of;


- Hot, messy intercourses;


- Nesim loves the seabreeze and the wind, because it brings back memories of the ports of Istanbul, where she/he lived in during childhood;


- Parlaying or any form of negociating. Since she/he was born as the daughter of a merchant, Nesim has a genuine interest and talent at trying to convince people of her/his ideals;


- Booze (Like any good pirate should);


- Fooling her/his enemies;


- Meat. Raw, grilled, boiled, fried, anything, Nesim loves meat of any sort;





Dislikes:


- The sunlight. Nesim hates its heat and brightness but tries to put up with it;


- The word "crossdress". Even if it actually is what she/he does, Nesim hates the term, since it makes her/him seem like just another person who crossdresses for other reasons (people who identify with the gender they were born as, for example, and only choose to disguise it so they can accepted). Nesim is what she/he is, and other people have to realize that somedays she's a woman and other days he's a man, not a girl dressed as a boy;


- Bad music;


- Most seafood, excluding perhaps mussels;


- Romantic relationships, emotions or sentiments related to love in general;


- Rape or any sort of abuse which is not consensual, therefore hating rapists and abusers (Not because Nesim has actually beem a victim to that, she/he just believes any sexual act should be done for the sake of both partners' pleasure, and not for one solely);


- Reading. Nesim knows how to it, yet badly, since she/he has dyslexia. It's not like it is a requirement to be a pirate, either, so it's not a great problem;








Skills:


Nesim, even though considered a mere average crew member, she/he is an expert at any sort of ambush or stealthly actions, when these are in need. Nesim is talented with melee and with most short or medium range combat. Slightly keen on battle strategies and whatnot, the Captain often trusts her/him with the leadership of a small unit of the crew specialized in silent assassinations. The ottoman also has a talent in negociations and in talking things over with members of the crew who are not satisfied with their stay on the ship.





Weaknesses:

Nesim was born with congenital indifference to pain, meaning she/he cannot feel physical pain. This disorder may seem beneficial, but in reality, it can be quite dangerous because she/he never knows when to stop. Since there's no flinching or withdrawing whenever exposed to the stimulus of pain, that can prove to be a grave problem, seen as Nesim has no clue to how far her/his body can be pushed during a battle.


Being an Ottoman from Istanbul, Nesim is fluent in the turkish language - obviously - and in Arabic. However, although knowing enough of the most renowed european languages (for example, english, greek portuguese and more), she/he is not completely fluent in those, which forces her/him to use a mixture of mother and foreign tongues in her speech, a flaw better english-speakers can get advantage of.


Since she/he is not an absolute master of swordmanship arts just yet, Nesim is far from being capable of winning against a professional in a classic sword-to-sword duel, but she's/he's getting there through practising with other crew members.


Nesim cannot cooperate with long-ranged weapons like big muskets for shooting enemies down from afar. She/he has an unperfected grip over any sort of big, long-ranged gun, and a bad eyesight when it comes to hitting any target that is at a huge distance from her/him.

Biography:

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Spoiler

Part 1: Markets and mistresses




Her mother loved to take her daughter to the market in the morning, and the latter, as a child, happily skipped besides her, taking in the smell of salt in the breeze, coming deep from Sea of Marmara that bathed the shores of Instanbul. Along with a maid who aided them at shopping for groceries, the Burakgazis cruised the market early, to always get the best items. Nesim never understood why her mother never allowed herself to buy this jewelry or this cloth for her own pleasure, like most ladies with enough wealth did, but later in time, while growing up, she would understand. Nesim's father was a rich merchant, and could always provide his wife with anything she deemed worthy of. Eventually, young Nesim also came to realize her mother wasn't the only woman who he reserved such treatment; She thought it was normal, an action every adult in matrimony did to entertain themselves, and never once suspected it was depriving or unfaithful.


"Anne (mother), that necklace you're wearing..." She asked one day to her dear, loving mother, with the mere age of 8 years old, almond eyes big, twinkling out of curiousity.


"Yes, kizim (my daughter), what about it?" She answered, her voice as sweet as honey, her eyes as green as two emeralds, twirling hues of blue shining within them.


"Mmmmh... Nothing. I just thought I had seen that necklace before."


"Ciddi Olarak? (really?) Where, precisely?"


"Oh! I remember now! Baba (father) offered that one to maid Karga, but she refused."


It was only by then, when Nesim saw the expression on her mother's face, that she realized it was not a common thing every adult did.





Part 2: Arrangements and Transformations


"When you reach the age of 13, Nesim, you'll be wed to Usta (master) Tazim's son, Ömer. And you will no longer belong to us. Only to your husband. Do you understand?"


" Tamam (Okay), Baba, I understand." She lowered her head, not once gazing back into the grimace her father wore while looking down at her. She did not mind. As long as she was allowed to have as many lovers as her father had, she would not mind. Ömer was her childhood friend, Nesim was certain he would stand it and take no notice. She was born for this purpose, to leave her family, her three older brothers and her two little sisters behind to join a life much alike to her mother's, perhaps wealthier, born to simply assure a financial backup between families linked by arranged matrimony.


However, before she fully accepted this destiny, while the date of her thirteen birthday slowly moved closer towards her, Nesim began to wonder if such path was the one she wanted to lead at all. She stared at herself, admired and examined her bare, petite, pubescent body at the mirror and began to see herself differently. If she had been born a boy, the forth male in the family, as long as her older brother would inherit their father's business, she would have been allowed to do whatever she pleased, Nesim came to realize. Time passed, and soon it was not only the profit of it that seemed very desirable, but the whole aspect of the concept as well. During months, Nesim sneaked into her brother's rooms to dress herself with their clothes, loving how at ease she slipped into that role. Other days, well, she just resorted to her own wardrobe. A sensible part of her thought that such procedures were abnormal, that she was not pure according to her religion, that she should just stay in place she was designed as since birth. But it was impossible to supress: It was a state of mind to be masculine, and another to be feminine, and in her own heart, Nesim had the impression this what how she truly wanted to be. The path she wished to lead through her life.








Part 1: A style of life at stake




Around the time she was supposed to marry Ömer Tazim, another secret kept by Nesim's father was brought to light: He had been cooperating with merchants from other european countries who were attempting to steal the Ottoman Empire's golden place in the eastern asiatic comerce. The Sultan was tolerant on him, and a reasonable amount of his properties and wealth was taken, reducing the Burakgazis to a family of small merchants. Certainly, Nesim thought, that this was preferable to execution, but her father and older brother's reaction was most unexpected: That hate and despise for the superiors that ruled the empire floated to the surface, their cynicism plain to see. Desperate to salvage and secure financial aid, Nesim's father was desperate to wed her as quickly as possible, but the Tazim family wouldn't appreciate a young wife with such a tiny, miserable dowry. Placing the blame on his children seemed to soothe him, and he rapidly became a pain to endure, a weight on their shoulders. Being too much for Nesim to cope with, she started working at the age of 14, her other half proved to be most useful since, as a young boy, the chance of getting the job was easily guaranteed. She usually worked around in the ports and in the market, soon feeling attracted to the life at sea. Nesim, however, never found the courage to leave her family, and so, kept earning money to support them, which became more of an obligation than charity.




Part 2: Escape


"What are you doing up at this hour, abla (big sister)?" her younger sister Derya of 11 asked her one night, startled out of her light sleep at the sounds Nesim was making, caught red-handed as she shuffled around with her disguise.


" Derya! You're not supposed to-" she ran to cover her sibling's mouth with her hand, staying in silence to hear anyone who might have been stirred by Derya's outburst. At the lack of sound, Nesim sighed and continued to put on her boy clothing while her sister sat on the bed, innocent eyes examining her strange, hurried actions with genuine interest.


"Nedir (What is it)?" Nesim asked, slightly annoyed by Derya's fixated gaze.


"I've known for quite a while now."


"You what?"


"That you dress as a boy when you think no one is looking and you run away to the ports and the markets to win some coins."


She didn't reply.


"And that you steal kardeşler' (brothers') clothes so you can pass off as them."


"Derya... Have you told anyone?"


Her sister bit her lower lip, almost pondering on the answer.


"Hayir (No)."


Nesim smiled. She knew Derya would be the last person to lie to her.


"Iyi bir kiz (good girl). You think you can keep a secret for me as well?"


Her sister nodded fervently and she took her little hand in her own.


"I'm leaving, Derya. And I'm not coming back. You're the only one I can trust with this, promise me you will not tell baba, anne, or anyone you're close to. Can you do that for me while I am gone?"


She nodded once again.


"Of course, abla. But you have to keep a secret of mine in return."


Nesim was a little confused until she felt the coldness of metal on her skin.


"This is my special locket. Anne gave it to me when I made ten. It's yours now."


"Derya, I... I cannot accept this." She thought such reply was a mere formality, a response she had heard her mother often say to their father's gifts, a concealment of how badly she wanted the present to be hers. But, no, she felt this was different. Her, Nesim, the only Burakgazi who had never been much attatched to her own family as long as she could remember, sensed sad emotions swelling in her chest at how honestly Derya had given her golden-worth - figuratively - locket in exchange for so much...


"Keep it, please. I would be sad if you won't. I would be sad if you forget me."


Nesim sniffed, drying the tears that would never be given permit to roll out of her eyes, taking the locket over her head, and hiding it underneath her shirt, where it could forever burn her toned chest with the coolness of bronze. She stood up, making certain she had money in her pouch and the one dagger she had recently stolen from a blacksmith in the market, and with a deep breath, headed to the room's exit, stopping herself in her steps to the door when she heard Derya speak out once more, in a soft tone:


"Oh, and Nesim... Güle güle kullan."


She grinned. Use it with a smile, Derya had said.


And then she left, not aware that this would be the last time she would feel so strongly attatched to someone and that Derya had always been the person she would allow herself be warm with. Now, she was letting that all go without even realizing.


Nesim was fifteen when she ran away from home and joined a merchant ship.


She still has the locket.

Part 1: Captured and Changed


The first half of Nesim's life in the sea consisted loosely on trading, learning bits of this or that language and becoming aware of a darker side of humanity by witnessing slave trafficking. Throughout two whole years, Nesim slowly grew accustomed to it all, and soon things that first appeared to be odd, eventually became ordinary to her/his choice of living. However, this was not to last: One fateful day, when their ship made a detour from the African Coast to flee from dangerous weather, they were attacked near the Caribbean Sea by pirates. Nesim was one of the few who survived the raid, the ship in which she/he had considered as a home sunk and burnt after being plundered from bow to stern. Taken in a swabbie and ordered to do the most exhausting work, Nesim never once tried to attempt something that would risk his/her position on the ship, doing as he/she was told blindly to gain the higher-ups and the crew's trust. Soon, the Captain saw the "boy" had potencial, seeing as he saved one or two members with his dagger (merely thanks to luck); the others also began to accept his/her presence and thought him how to silently kill a person, since their Captain prefered to attack merchant ships under the dark of the night, using stealthy and nicely thought ambushes. After two years, Nesim was a full-fledged average pirate, still lacking finesse in some areas of swordmanship and handling guns, but still a fine companion. However, afraid he would not be understood by his comrades, he/she kept his male disguise, concealing his/her other half, which could sometimes become a bit weary for his/her mind.





Part 2:Gloria

The quartermaster of the ship which had captured Nesim was a woman named Gloria. By what he/she had heard from other members of the crew, Gloria had only been capable of earning her distinguished place in the pirate hierarchy because she was romantically involved with the Captain. Many admired her for her outstanding leadership, but a great amount of others held contempt for the woman, a fact that left the ottoman confused of what he/she should think of the quartermaster ever since he/she had joined the crew. Gloria, on the other hand, never showed much interest in the new subordinate of hers, until she began to openly and discretely flirt with Nesim. A strange advance, according to him/her, but eventually he/she came at terms with it, and reciprocated just as bold and daringly.


All of this did not seem to move further until Gloria caught Nesim out of guard when they were in private and then, as she set his/her shirt aside, noticed that she/he had been born a girl, and not as man, as she had originally thought. Panicking, and desperate to explain, the ottoman was terrified that his/her secret had been revealed. However, the quartermaster did not seem to mind at all, and continued with her advances, which relieved Nesim, but also made him/her wonder. After their little tumbling, Gloria explained that the rumours surrounding her relationship with the Captain were false, and that in reality it was simply a scheme between the two of them -who were close friends, nothing more- to make it seem as if her position had been easier to steal. Since then, the two became involved in the utmost secrecy and Gloria promised she would never give away the truth about Nesim.





Part 3: Indifference to pain


Another year passed as quickly as it went, and Nesim had never been more content with his/her life if not for the sudden discovery he/she had very grave issues of his/her own. In most battles they would get involved with, it was rare to be deeply wounded or hurt. Any minor rash or cut would be treated by the ship's surgeon and if someone had died, well, those fellas would be thrown to sea. However, when, under the influence of rum, Nesim got into a drunk fight against a member who claimed he/she did not belong with them, everyone was shocked to see that the ottoman simply wouldn't stop no matter how hard the punch, and passed out due to the excess of blows she/he had taken. Upon finally treated and awakened a day later, Gloria was by her/his bedside with her brow furrowed, clearly concerned.


"Finally, we're up and dandy, aren't we?" the quartermaster greeted Nesim sarcastically, crossing her arms, but not once smiling at her/him as she always did. Her voice was still but a buzz to the ottoman's ears, and he/she groaned while he did an effort to sit up, his/her body aching. For a brief moment of realization, he/she turned a head at Gloria, almond eyes widened as he/she asked:


"They didn't-"


"Don't make a fuss, no one saw you bare and showing yet. You only took a few rock fists to your face and were blown away like candlelight. The surgeon cleaned your smug face and suggested a comfy bed, nothing more than that. Your secret is safe with me. "

Nesim sighed in relief, folding his/her hands upon the sheets and checking if the bandages where still in their place beneath his/her tattered and dirty shirt. In silence that settled, Gloria intervened with a soft, low voice:


"You scared me to death, you know?" She confessed, her fire amber eyes fixated on the saltburnt floorboards. "You kept being beated, never relenting, not knowing when to stop. You were bleeding so much, from your nose, your mouth, bruised to such a limit..."


Nesim glanced up at her, and yet the quartermaster refused to meet his/her gaze.


"You could have honestly been seriously hurt, maimed or even spanked to death. And when you passed out, I-" Gloria gulped back the words that were too heartfelt for her own liking. More stern and harsh as ever, she confronted her partner again with a fierce expression."What the bleeding hell were you thinking?!" She exclaimed, standing up from her seat. "Didn't you know when to stop before you almost got your face bashed in?! Tell me, Nesim, explain what the heck happened and why!"


Nesim was so confused he/she was completely at loss on how to respond. Not because the ottoman did not understand Gloria's point of view, but simply because he/she honestly couldn't perceive why was his/her partner so bothered and angered about the situation, even the more, concerned about his/her own well-being?


Gloria saw Nesim's expression as one of hurt, and immediately sat down, settling her recent personal offense before turning to the young pirate she had grown fond of.


"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have burst out like that. You don't need to explain, I may have been too harsh. We had been drinking and well..." The quartermaster coughed and then smiled tenderly while grasping Nesim's hand. "Just... Try to not repeat that, think of me before being reckless and dive into a fight like a bull with its horns lifted up."


The ottoman was quiet at first, dazzled beyond belief. He/she wanted to feel a bit of sentiment with the tender acts Gloria has manifested, but couldn't. She felt the warmth of her fingers, but it did not send a stream of hapiness across her chest, heart refusing to beat relentlessly within its ribcage. A part of his/her saw this showcase of affection from Gloria was unecessary to their relation, something thoughtful of course, but nothing Nesim desired for himself/herself. But he/she felt obliged to give her the response the quartermaster wished to receive, to shower her with the reassurance she/he was sorry (and was, at some extent), yet still, at the same time, felt she/he was lying when the words flew out of his/her mouth.


"I'm sorry. I won't do it again, if I can help it."


However, what was most strange about this whole ordeal, Nesim brooded, was how she/he actually didn't realize how far she/he was being pushed. The pain had been there, but it had appeared as if the ottoman's body had ignored it completely, sending numbing signals through her/his skin to fool the mind. All of this was the one thing Nesim was mostly worried about, but thought it was better not to speak of it, perhaps later, at a more convenient moment. Nesim never got around to do such a thing.


Part 4: Losses and Prospects for the future


The last year Nesim spent on that ship was the year he/she was captured the first time of his/her life as a convicted pirate. It was the Spanish who ambushed them in the Atlantic and brought them to their closest colony, the Canary Islands, to judge them and execute them all. All those who survived of course; The Captain and many others died in the battle, many people Nesim had considered friends. Gloria was with her when they were captured, and death was certain. Oh, but the ottoman refused to accept that, and every day he/she attempted to get the attention of a relatively young and naïve guard who had the keys for her/his cell, and the night before the scheduled day of the execution, he/she suceeded in taking them and freed himself/herself. Unable to find Gloria, however, seeing as they had not met for days and hadn't been locked together in the same prison, Nesim was forced to escape as quickly as possible in a ship at shore and leave her behind. Ever since then, she/he deemed Gloria as dead and still grieves having to leave the woman to her own luck.


As a memory, Nesim keeps her old flintlock pistol, the one Gloria gave to him/her as a gift.

Position:


Average Mate




Are You New Onboard?:

More or less. Been part of the crew for three months.




Weapons:

Nesim's weapons of choice are daggers, normally used for sliting throats open or to be drenched in poison. She/He usually carries six or five, along with a small flintlock pistol for situations where it's required. Nesim also can work her/his way with a sword, but never bothers with its weight, only borrowing it from a friend to use it temporarily in the heat of a battle.

Other:

As Nesim often changes back and forth from genders, people assume her/his personalilty morphs likewise, but the only things that change are the voice and appearance. Others think she/he lives in a conflict with her/his own identity, but in reality, this is the lifestyle Nesim prefers and is totally at ease with. The only issue she/he has found with this is when in a bedroom with another person. Since, no matter how hardly wishing for it, Nesim can never completely turn into a man, she/he can only satisfy heterosexual men, homosexual women and bisexual bed partners with the body she/he has. This is, Nesim has to be honest about her/his gender of birth with people interested in being laid, otherwise that can prove to be very unpleasant for both (For example, when pretending to be male for a gay man or for a straight woman).


Nesim is a unisex name, so it applies to both genders (In case anyone was worried you'd have to call her/him differently depending on what she/he identified with).

ALL HAIL QUEEN RAI!


​

Spoiler

 

[Queen Rai]

@Purpleeyedmiss ACCEPTED!

 

[Holo]

Appearance Details;


Height: 5'9" "Call me a shorty I dare you!"


Weight: 193 lbs


Scars: Has a few cuts and scars from powder burns on his sides.


Name: John Nar


Nickname: The Captain's guard dog.


Age: 20


Gender: Male


Sexuality: Pansexual


Nationality: British


Personality: He likes to act tough but if you get to know him he's really nice actually. He loves to earn praise from the crew and is actually very happy as a mate. He has no ambitions and serves the captain with a unwavering and almost undesirable loyalty. He has a temper on him that is often flared up by things he dislikes and he can become very violent if treason is even suggested.


Likes: Treasure, music, the smell of gunpowder, knives.


Dislikes: Treason, rum, the flute, drunkards.


Skills: Fast and focused, great aim, some musical talent


Weaknesses: Small, Light weight and thus easy to catch, easy to anger.


Biography: He was born and raised on a little island in a rather peaceful village. He had always wanted to be a pirate on the high seas since he'd heard they were free to do as they pleased. He was trained in sword play by a young pirate who visited often and as such he learned to fight dirty and how to fight hard. He got a few powder burns when the pirate had started teaching him how to fire a pistol and eventually he started getting good at it. He was brought onto the pirate ship with his teacher at age 15 and started as a average mate. He worked on the ship for two years before it attacked another pirate ship and burned. John had been adrift for a few days when he was saved by the crew of the Poison and as such he pledged his very life and soul to the captain.


He started as a swabbie but worked himself to the bone every day in order to please the captain. During his second year of service he was woken up one night by whispers from the storage area and upon checking on it he saw three men talking. Upon noticing that they were planning a mutiny he slaughtered them all and immediately told the captain. He'd been cut repeatedly and had only survived due to having caught the three men off guard. He earned his name of the captain's guard dog by being a light sleeper and being loyal to the point of killing those who would oppose the captain. He still enjoys living on the ship and refuses to see the captain ruined vowing that he'll die before he watches anything happen to the ship or it's crew.


Position: Average mate


Are You New Onboard? If Not, How Many Years Have You Been A Crewmember?: "I've served three years."


Weapon(s): A cutlass and two daggers with a flintlock pistol.


Other: A lovely accordion and some sheet music.

​

Appearance Details:


Height: 4'9"


Weight: 98 lbs


Tattoos: Has a lot of ornate tattoos going down her left arm.


Name: Natalia Corsa


Nickname/Title: Crazy


Age: 13


Gender: Female


Sexuality: Unknown


Nationality: Spanish


Personality: She's typically trying to learn all she can from everybody but mainly from the gunner. People call her crazy because she likes to get rid of as many enemies as possible but that requires she use weapons that are almost ridiculous in her hands. She's very prideful and ditsy seeming but actually just uses that as a cover to make her opponents underestimate her. She's not the most loyal member of the crew but tends to follow orders well grumbling or griping as she does them. She however loves to receive orders from the captain since she likes that the ship has a woman in charge of it.


Likes: Singing, dancing, rum, fighting, Jokes about her gender. "Those jokes won't be so funny when I've crammed my boot where the sun don't shine."


Dislikes: the navy, being told what to do, silence, retreating.


Skills: Skilled with a sword, Can dual wield with her axe, Can dance and sing very well.


Weaknesses: Bad aim with her blunderbuss, Only uses Rapier swords, Can't throw a axe to save her life


Biography: She was born on a pirate ship as the daughter of the captain and his first mate. She learned how to fight before she could talk and loved the freedom involved in her life. She was taught how to swim when she was ten and loved to be in the water or the lookout. Her Father had been teaching her how to be a captain when they were caught by the royal navy. After having killed several naval officials by herself she was deemed too dangerous to spare and rehabilitate.


On her way to the gallows she was saved by a few pirates from the Poison. She however got dropped off on a Island town and was forced to get her own equipment and her own ship. She stole a small ship from the navy and used it to start chasing the Poison. She followed the ship trying her hardest to catch up with her four man crew. She guided her small ship with expert skill but she knew she needed to learn more about being a captain and as such when she caught up she joined the crew of the Poison along with her four men. She was very honest and likes


Position: Powder Monkey


Are You New Onboard? If Not, How Many Years Have You Been A Crewmember?: "Aye I be a new matey."


Weapon(s):


Rapier Sword


Boarding Axe


Blunderbuss


Other: She loves to try and invent new rounds for the cannon. All hail queen Rai

 

[Queen Rai]

@Holo Accepted

 

[Dyril Glitch]

Appearance Details: She has purple eyes like violets, and wears waist-high leggings that strap their selves to her shirt. Her shirt is a lace-up sort of dress that has blue roses down the front, under her chest. Her shirt also has purple linings. Also, she wears white gloves wherever she goes, and has black and purple arm-bands on. She wears an eyepatch over her right eye with a picture of another blue rose, and high-heel black boots that go a little pass her ankles.




Name: Jessa Thornheart

Title: The Thorned Heart

Age: 23

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bi-Sexual

Nationality: Australian

Personality: Jessa is able to do a lot of things on her own, without help. People like to call her a lone wolf at times because of how quiet and personal she is. She's not much of a social freak, and tends to get into trouble a lot.




Likes: Reading, working by herself, drawing, writing, fighting, wolves, and getting drunk.

Dislikes: Idiots in general, people taking advantage of her, obnoxious crowds/spaces, people in general, and being interrupted when reading/writing/drawing/talking.

Skills: A bit faster than others, can see fairly well in the darkness, heightened hearing, can use any/anything weapon, and excellent balance.

Weaknesses: Sensitive to loud noises, bright lights, oil, the clash of metal can throw off her balance because of the sound, and fire.

Biography: Jessa grew up around a group of fancy people. She had a mother, who was disgustingly polite to everyone, a father who was a millionaire because of his companies, and she was an only child. Her family was originally from Australia, so that's where she gets her accent from. She learned most of her life how to be polite, keeping her manners wherever she went, and keeping her rude comments at bay. Not only did she not like this, but she thought it was practically hell for her. She never thought keeping her manners was right because she had heard saying the truth is better than giving out lies.


When she was sixteen, she ran away from her own home, and survived by herself for a few years. She had kept fifty gold coins on her the whole time, slowly using them for food and other survival things. When she was eighteen, she was asked to come upon a ship. She accepted, and stayed on the ship. They never really gave her a role, but they let her choose her own role after she foretold her life...

Position: Lingerer. A person who's on the ship for creating things, like art and stories, for the crew members. Also, she gives out help whenever it's needed.

Are You New Onboard? If Not, How Many Years Have You Been A Crew Member?: Nay, she's been on the ship for five years now.

Weapon(s): Anything she can use/a cutlass.

Other: She has a scar over her right eye.

​

 

[Queen Rai]

"The first Europeans to visit Australia were the Dutch. Willem Janszoon mapped part of the Gulf of Carpentaria in 1606 and was the first European to set foot on Australia soil. Janszoon was followed by Dirk Hartog in 1616 and Abel Tasman in 1642 and 1644. The Dutch named the west coast of Australia New Holland. In 1699 the English pirate William Dampier landed on the West Coast of Australia and this was a catalyst for British interest in New Holland."

I suggest you give your character a different nationality. The year is 1698, and Australia is still fairly new. And it wasn't even called Australia, it was called New Holland. @Shylynn​

 

[Dyril Glitch]

[QUOTE="Queen Rai]

"The first Europeans to visit Australia were the Dutch. Willem Janszoon mapped part of the Gulf of Carpentaria in 1606 and was the first European to set foot on Australia soil. Janszoon was followed by Dirk Hartog in 1616 and Abel Tasman in 1642 and 1644. The Dutch named the west coast of Australia New Holland. In 1699 the English pirate William Dampier landed on the West Coast of Australia and this was a catalyst for British interest in New Holland."

I suggest you give your character a different nationality. The year is 1698, and Australia is still fairly new. And it wasn't even called Australia, it was called New Holland. @Shylynn​

[/QUOTE]
Oh. Alright... Ehm. How about British?

 

[Queen Rai]

@Shylynn: Perfect Your role seems a little similar to the Artist role, though, which we already have...though I still like the general idea of it. Instead of art, why don't ya just stick to stories? Lore? She's the one who writes about the Poison's adventures, maybe x)

 

[ActionPony]

[QUOTE="Queen Rai]@Shylynn: Perfect Your role seems a little similar to the Artist role, though, which we already have...though I still like the general idea of it. Instead of art, why don't ya just stick to stories? Lore? She's the one who writes about the Poison's adventures, maybe x)

[/QUOTE]

Oh. Alright... Ehm. How about British?

That, or she could be a musician. Same thing, only she sets it to music.

 

[Dyril Glitch]

SURE! That works X3


 
Naw I already looked at Musicians. The 'prisoner/death' part kinda scared me. xD

 

[chamomile]

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Appearance Details :


Height: 4' 8"


Weight: 87.6 lbs.


Anika has a slim, skinny figure. A long, slightly curled ashy black hair that she sometimes tie in a low ponytail with a ribbon/cloth or leave it the way it is. She also has an unusual pale white complexion with a pair of dark brown eyes. She wears a simple white silk tee (that she is wearing inappropriately right now) from her friends in China, a brown ankle long skirt and matching brown boots, a gift from her mother but she prefers to be barefooted if the ground she'll be traveling on is relatively warm. She also has a tattoo/birthmark around her right wrist, though you can't see it in this picture.


Name: Anika Aisya Shukriya


Nickname: Nik


Title: None (Yet)


Age: 12


Gender: Female


Sexuality: Bisexual though this may change throughout her journey onboard the Poison.


Nationality: Half Indian and English


Personality: Anika is a very quiet, reserved child and was this way because she is very intimidated by the pirates around her. When communicating, she would use her instrument to get their attention and will try to gesture out anything that she wants to say. If talking to a crew of really high authority, she would speak, softly and barely noticeable. But in truth, if you go soft and friendly on her, hiding behind that scared little face will climb out the inner childish Anika who likes to do nothing but laugh happily, going on adventures and having a great time with her clarinet.


Likes: Cats, Archery, Experiences, Being Right, Her Clarinet, Pretty Scenaries, Music and it's followers, Color White, Bread, Reading.


Dislikes: Dogs, Pigs, Alcohol of any kind, Blood, Swords, Anything that reminds her of England, Mistakes, Restrictions, The Darkness.


Skills:


She's an early riser as she has to pray at that time of the day


She's also good with a bow, her clarinet and has a good memory.


She can also speak Sanskrit, Hindi, a bit of Mandarin and Arabic.


Weaknesses:


Nobody knew of this but every night, instead of sleeping, Anika would solat, a prayer for Muslims. This would either leave her energetic for the next day or sleepy, tired and uncoordinated.


She is physically weak, unable to run long distances for large periods of time. She's deathly afraid of the dark and canines which explains her dislikes towards it. She's easily intimidated.


Biography : Anika was an only daughter to an Indian and English trader. Both of her parents met through business a couple of decades after the English government wanted to set up a trading center (The East India Company) in India. They fall in love, married and had Anika as their beautiful baby girl. She was a slim one as a young child and a happy one she is, easily making friends her age. Her mother who always send gifts for her birthday, was always busy in England, off to her business and career so Anika barely meet with her mother and Anika has been told by her father that she looks just like her mother with the exception of Anika's black hair that she inherited from her father.


On the age 5, as a birthday present, Anika's mother gave her a bow which her father thought her how to use. On her 6th birthday, her father started bringing her along to his trading journeys to China and other parts of India, occasionally going to England to meet her mother who gave her a rose colored tin locket. Ever since she started going to journeys with her father, she barely had anymore time with her friends anymore, being home tutored by her father. Around a few months later, her dad met an Arabian trader, spreading word of a new religion which he decide to embrace. Being the nice little she is, Anika followed this new teaching and got pretty used to it in a couple of weeks, reading the Arabic Quran and learning its language.


By the age of 7, Anika was an intermediate archery learner and her mother gave her a fancy pair of boots, her father giving her a clarinet that he got from a German trader. This gift-giving continued for 5 years until she turned twelve when her life took the wrong turn, for better or worst. They were on the Indian Dove, the ship of Anika's father, Anika happily staring at the open sea, letting the wind tousle her hair across her face. They were making their way to England to see Anika's mother and trade some textiles, cotton, books, quality iron, and pottery. Then all was informed of the approach of a pirate ship and of course, being a child, Anika hid in her cabin, clutching her precious treasures, which was all her gifts up to that point except for her bow. Then everything was quiet and still which either meant the pirates retreated or they won and she would see her father dead. She really hoped for the first possibility to be true but unfortunately, it's not. The pirates showed up shortly finding Anika in the corner, cowering. They took her in as a musician when she told them what she could do.


Now, she serves the Poison, loyal to her new family, trying to forget her past.


Position: Musician (Clarinet)


Are You New Onboard? If Not, How Many Years Have You Been A Crewmember?: "Sorta, a few weeks I guess? I lost count."


Weapon(s): She doesn't have anything with her but would love a bow.


Other: Her rose colored tin locket has a picture of her mom, dad, and a compass embedded in it. All Hail Queen Rai!


@Queen Rai

 

[Queen Rai]

@GiannaCoco: Pretty good, though you didn't specify how long she's been aboard In months or days

 

[Princess Ktyria]

Elaine Serene L. Maybery

Appearance Details:

Elaine's quite beautiful.


Elaine's eyes were intense, and unlike the rest of her they weren't at all expressive, they were cold, like ice. Most blue eyes are so captivating you swear that you could just dive into them with the peak of awe nipping at your facial features, but when you peered into her frozen irises you feel an electrical chill run down your spine, through your body making your features numb, like ice. Every tendril of various shades of incandescent striking white-blue staying lined up next to one and other making her eyes them selves seem like a white tundra, it's as if a blizzard is eternally raging on with a black void in the center that are her pupils. They don't capture light, but defy it, they're so, so blue that they literally glow, but only in the occasion that she smiles.

Name:

Elaine Serene L. Maybery

Nickname/Title:

None

Age:

Eighteen

Gender:

Female

Sexuality:

Biromantic Demisexual

Nationality:

Welsh

Personality:

​

Spoiler

Elaine tends to be quiet and reserved, and difficult to get to know well. She holds back her ideas and opinions except from those who she is closest to. She is most likely to be kind, gentle and sensitive in her dealings with others, though she can be quite cold to people that seem intimidating or very flirtatious. She is interested in contributing to people's sense of well-being and happiness, and will put a great deal of effort and energy into tasks in which she believes in.
​

Elaine's original and independent, and needs to have her personal space. She values people who take the time to understand her, and who support her in pursuing her goals in her own, unique way. People who don't know her may see her unique way of life as a sign of carefree light-heartedness, but Elaine actually takes life very seriously, constantly gathering specific information and shifting it through her value systems, in search for clarification and underlying meaning.


Elaine is an action-oriented individual. She is a "doer", but is still usually comfortable with theorizing concepts and ideas. She learns best in a "hands-on" environment, and consequently may become easily bored with the traditional teaching methods. She does like impersonal analysis, and is comfortable with the idea of making decisions based strictly on logic. Her strong value systems demand that decisions are evaluated against her subjective beliefs, but can obtain some objective rules or laws.


Elaine is extremely perceptive and aware of others. She constantly gathers specific information about people, and seeks to discover what it means. She is usually penetratingly accurate in her perceptions of others.


Elaine is warm and sympathetic. She genuinely cares about people, and is strongly service-oriented in her desire to please. She has an unusually deep well of caring for those who are close to her, and are likely to show her love through actions, rather than words.


Elaine has no desire to lead or control others, just as she have no desire to be led or controlled by others. She needs space and time alone to evaluate the circumstances of her life against her value system, and is likely to respect other people's needs for the same.


Elaine is likely to not give herself enough credit for the things which she does extremely well. Her strong value systems can lead her to be an intensely perfectionist, and cause her to judge herself with unneccesary harshness.


Elaine has many special gifts for the world, especially in the areas of creating artistic sensation (Being a carpenter), and selflessly serving others. Life is not likely to be extremely easy for her, because she takes life so seriously, but she has the tools to make her lives and the lives of those close to her richly rewarding experiences.

Likes:


Dislikes:


Skills (should not outnumber your weaknesses by more than two!):


Weaknesses:


Biography (at least two paragraphs, please!):


Position:

Carpenter

Are You New Onboard? If Not, How Many Years Have You Been A Crewmember?:

Uhm.. Probably not even a minute.

Weapon(s):

Naturally, since she is a carpenter, she's quite good with most weapons. She has to test them before she gives them back but she keeps a falchion on her. It's hung off her waist in a gold and leather sheath.

Elaine also has a small dagger hidden in her boot, always in it's gold and leather case, only used in emergencies.

Other:

Elaine wears an eyepatch over her right eye. It was made out of simple cloth that had some sort of skull where her eye would be.


She also has three gems, they're all different hues of blue, that she usually wears on her ears but sometimes she puts them in her pouch that hung off of her belt.

All Hail The Queen Of Rai's!!!

 

[Letty]

WIP





Appearance Details (include height, weight, scars, etc.)


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Name: Mithradatha


Nickname/Title (optional): Mithra


Age: 42


Gender: Male


Sexuality: Gay


Nationality: Persian


Personality (be detailed! Do not just list traits!):


Likes:


Dislikes:


Skills (should not outnumber your weaknesses by more than two!): Blacksmithing, Scavenging, Drinking, Fighting, Collecting, Distributing


Weaknesses: Poor lungs, Easily distracted by shiny things, Failing liver, Hot-tempered


Biography (at least two paragraphs, please!):


Position: Blacksmith


Are You New Onboard? If Not, How Many Years Have You Been A Crewmember?: Too many


Weapon(s):


Other:


Appearance Details (include height, weight, scars, etc.)


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Name: Roshanak


Nickname/Title (optional): Rosha


Age: 35


Gender: Hermaphrodite


Sexuality: Polysexual


Nationality: Persian


Personality (be detailed! Do not just list traits!):


Likes:


Dislikes:


Skills (should not outnumber your weaknesses by more than two!): Smuggling, Talking, Bartering, Math, Organizing, Supervising


Weaknesses: OCD, Klepto, Control issues, Sometimes says too much...


Biography (at least two paragraphs, please!):


Position: Merchant


Are You New Onboard? If Not, How Many Years Have You Been A Crewmember?: Long Enough


Weapon(s):


Other:

 

[Queen Rai]

SPOILER ALERT! VIEW THIS FORM AT YOUR OWN

DISCRETION!

This character will not be appearing until MUCH later on in the roleplay. You are welcome to look at her, though I suggest you wait until she's introduced later on.

​

Spoiler

Marie Caroline Scott

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Appearance Details


WIP


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Age


29


?


Gender


Female

?

Sexuality


Straight


?


Nationality


Welsh

?


Personality


Marie is a very complex creature, and it's very seldom that someone is able to fully understand her. She's a very traditional woman, and holds onto old customs with an iron grip. She believes that women are to be seen and not heard, but on the other hand, she has countless opinions and ideas that she wants to express. Then again, she feels like girls shouldn't be involved in what she calls "mens' work"...but she also feels like she could do certain things better than any man. She believes that women should stay in the backround, but she can't help but feel the urge sometimes to stand up and fight. Marie gets very uncomfortable when people try to get her to choose between what she knows is proper and what is most definitely not.


Aside from this, Marie is actually a very kind lady. She always tries her very best to do the right thing, even though her idea of what's "right" is sometimes pretty corrupted. She's often viewed as the "mother figure", which is all too fitting since she has a daughter of her own. She's neat, organized, and put together. Or she wants to SEEM like she'd put together. She's always changing her mind about what's right and what's wrong, and her mood can switch from happy to furious at the drop of a hat. But in the end, Marie just wants to be the best she can be.


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Likes


?


?


?


?


?


?


Dislikes


?


?


?


?


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Skills


WIP


?


Weaknesses


WIP


?


Biography


WIP


?


Position


Surgeon (well, RETIRED surgeon)


?


Are You New Onboard? If Not, How Many Years Have You Been A Crewmember?


She was only a member of the crew for two years before leaving.


?


Weapon(s)


WIP


?


Other




​

 

[Kiyoko Tomoe]

Appearance Details


"So what if I'm short and weightless? Been out on the sea since I was eight


an' I've yet to get a scar after five years of fightin'. Except one from that cannonball..."


Scarlet's not really of a height most people would expect from rumors and bounty placed on her. Standing at 149 cm (4'11"), she's shorter than one would expect from the rumors and bounty placed upon her. She weighs around 41 kg (90 lbs), a bit light as well. Her entire body is devoid of scars and other injuries as well, aside from one mark that reaches from her right shoulder, around her upper back, curving all the way to the base of her neck on the left side.


Her hair's a light but dark red with a light tint of orange to it. Her eyes are quite opposite though, fixed at a greenish-blue color that more matches her clothing than her hair. Upon her neck's a decently-valuable blue gem, which holds her cravat in place. Underneath a shiny black jacket lies a light brown pleated skirt with a blue lining that matches color her eyes and her shirt.


Often times instead of the pleated skirt and blue shirt, she'll wear a white shirt and blue shorts, both rather light and easy to move around in. She'll usually change out of those clothes whenever she steps out where other people and crew-members are, though she sometimes doesn't change because she doesn't feel the need to.




Name


"I'm Scarlet. Don't ask my nickname though...


Also, I've no clue my last name."


~ Scarlet ~


Nickname/Title


"Call me Lazy Scarlet n' I'll kill you."


~ Inner-Crew Nickname - Sleepy Scar ~


~ Title - Anti-Killer ~


Age


"Yeah I'm young. What 'bout it?"


~ 14 ~


Gender


"Get yer eyes checked."


~ Female ~


Sexuality


"What, tryin' to seduce me? Not happening,


as I've no love for anybody... Except the captain..."


~ Asexual/Bisexual ~


Nationality


"Hmm... I was born on a ship, so I can't be very certain about it..."


~ Irish ~


Personality


Scarlet's one of the most scarce people out there. A lazy girl most of the time, she's usually sleeping somewhere secluded as to keep people from bothering her, though her favorite place is a specific barrel in the food supply. Scarlet's labelled the barrel with the words "Captain Only" as to prevent people from messing with the barrel, and that's been enough so far.


Scarlet's also able to become very fast and energetic person when she chooses due to all the energy she conserves while sleeping, though rarely does so because she has no reason for such. Her favorite thing to do, other than sleep of course, is to eat food. Pissing her off's also a rather easy thing to do, though as she can be unexpectedly scary and violent, most people figure out not to mess with her after the first time.


Likes


"Not much I like, 'cept the sea."

~ The Sea ~ Sleeping ~ Food ~ Captain Louise ~




Dislikes


"Anybody who bothers me while I sleep."


~ Being Bothered ~ Rules ~ Potatoes ~


Skills


~ Proficient With 1-3 Swords ~ Unexpectedly Strong ~


~ Escape Artist ~ Fast-Paced ~


Weaknesses


~ A Little Overconfident ~


~ Sometimes Doesn't Think ~


Biography


The name Anti-Hunter is something that spread across the sea randomly and quite abruptly. Even Scarlet herself didn't quite know how it got to be such a famous name, but nonetheless it's there and for a high bounty.


Scarlet's title of Anti-Hunter came about when she killed a group of prestigious bounty hunters. At the time she was only eleven, though a skilled pirate from the years she's spent out in the sea. Having been born on and grown up on a ship, Scarlet's rarely ever been off of a pirate ship longer than a day. She's been fighting as a pirate since she was eight, though mostly just practice with her parents to prepare for actual fighting for the first year and a half. Being a pirate was what Scarlet was raised for, and she loved it.


While Scarlet was eleven, the ship she and her parents were on was attacked by a group of bounty hunters. Scarlet was sleeping at the start of it, but just about everybody on the ship had been killed in the bounty hunters' path towards killing the captain of the ship. Scarlet awoke when one of the bounty hunters entered her room. The guy tried to kill her, but her well-trained skills made for the bounty hunter to wind up dead instead of her. After that, Scarlet ran out to see what was actually happening.


Long story short, the captain wound up dead. Scarlet, who was the last alive managed to kill most of the bounty hunters, though one of the five bounty hunters managed to live and fled. From that moment on, Scarlet was known as the Anti-Hunter because of how confused the last one alive was when telling his tale. Scarlet wound up with a heavy bounty from the get-go, which increased in the next year as she drifted aimlessly and wound up with bounty hunters after her that all died by her sword.


Scarlet's last fight with bounty hunters wound up with two guys dead beside her, then some cannonballs blowing her small ship to bits. There she was, laying in a half-destroyed barrel alongside a little bit of half-expired food, floating where the tides carried her. Away from the wreckage she floated, leaving the lone bounty hunter who fired the cannonball unable to find her among the wreckage. Eventually her barrel made its' way to another ship, the girl winding up saved by that ship's captain; Louise De'Leone-Fitzgerald.


Position


"I'm an Anti-Hunter. Means I kill bounty hunters. At least, I kill those


I don't consider friends. My own bounty's high 'cause of it though."


~Anti-Hunter~


Are You New Onboard? If Not, How Many Years Have You Been A Crewmember?


"New? Nah, just been slepein' in a barrel all day...


Maybe I've been sleepin' week, since I'm kinda starvin'."


~Two Years Crewmember~


Weapon(s)


"I've got three swords n' two flintlocks.


Never use the guns though."


Other

"Nothin' else to say, 'cept my parents died at sea."​

 

[Queen Rai]

@Kiyoko Tomoe ACCEPTED!!!!! I suggest you read up as much as you can in the RP before posting.

 

[Scaddox]

Appearance Details (include height, weight, scars, etc.)


Name: Annie Darrenton


Age:23


Gender: Female


Sexuality: Bisexual


Nationality: 1/2 English, 1/2 Swedish


Personality (be detailed! Do not just list traits!): unlike her brother Samuel, Annie is very sociable and intelligent, dedicating her loyalty to anyone who deserves it. She isn't so sensitive as Samuel, and is nowhere near as convincible as Samuel says he is, believing the person with solid proof of what they say.


Likes: Dark areas, company, her dagger and any alcohol she can get her hands on.


Dislikes: her parents (dead or not), people who disrespect her, people who touch her stuff.


Skills (should not outnumber your weaknesses by more than two!): very believable, and very loyal to anyone who requires her.


Weaknesses: sometimes doesn't know how to keep her mouth shut, quite childish.


Biography (at least two paragraphs, please!): despite Samuel being taken by the Pirates when their parents were killed, Annie stayed hidden and was never found, she was found by the Navy when they heard that the parents had been killed, she came back to the island a few years later and waited for her brother to come home. When he went back out to become like the people who ruined his childhood, she went along with him in secret, with him unaware she isn't at home anymore.


Position: None, as of yet. Wishes to be a guard like her brother.


Are You New Onboard? If Not, How Many Years Have You Been A Crewmember?: Brand new

Weapon(s): a small dagger, sharpened every couple days.

Other: she's currently on a small boat, sailing towards the Poison. She's also Samuel Darrenton's little sister, if you couldn't tell.




​

 

[Goddess]

The best music, is the music of the cries the men give before battle. The cheers when they celebrate over a great bounty. I am here to raise their spirits, and mourn the loss. If I can't do that, then I have no right to be called a musician. Bell

Appearance Details


Bell is not only talented with music, but talented in looks as well. Blessed with features from her mother, Bell has grown into a wonderful body, her wide hips and slim curves with long strong legs. Her tan skin with black silver curly like hair tied into a high pony tail, with bangs over her left eye. Her eyes slightly slanted giving her expression to be more of a lustful glare. The beauty mark underneath her right eye, shows her age well, along with the light pink lips and small nose. Though her facial features and exotic outline are grand, it isn't the peace that ties her all together. Bell's style of clothing, always exposes part of her upper body, her breast being the focal point of everything. Round and proud , they sit as she stands with a slight back lean. Her clothes riddled with various dark blue tones, and white tints with mixtures of gray and gold. Her high heels are no different, as they match the clothing with perfection, the golden swirls around the top slowly trailing off to match the side of her white bottoms. Wrapped with a red cloth , that sits on her left hip, Bell becomes a mysterious beauty whose only talents are with a few instruments. Little do they know, the body was well built for dancing, and fighting. Standing to be 5'8, Bell is the tallest out of her family. She has the body of a runner, a dancer, and a fighter.


As far as scars go, even that enhances the beauty of Bell. Once stripped and whipped, a large scar runs from the nape of Bell's neck to her lower waist. Over that scar is a two hands that are positioned upward, a symbol of wind in the middle.

Name: Bell Rivera Garcen Deadlock

Nickname/Title (optional): Mystical Siren

Age: 23

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bi-sexual

Nationality: Russian​

Personality

Why fight the current when you can just ride it. Bell

Bell is the one you would see dancing around in a pub, or sitting down drink a good bottle of ale. Fighting, is too tiresome, arguing is too tiresome, and attempting to forge a path is to tiresome. Bell is the girl that rides the current without asking why, or when. Time is never a question, and the places have never crossed her mind. Whatever happens, happens. Bell always believed that fate will always align itself when its ready, however there are a few whose made Bell understand their reasoning for forging a new path. Bell will give exceptions, but not to the overly obnoxious ones, or those who spout their desires, and never manages to achieve them. Because Bell is this way, she hardly shows any emotions other than her mellow self. Anger has always been something she could control, the same with pain and sadness. For her time is to precious to argue, but to long to continue a feud.

Bell can have a mom like persona, usually fixing things for others, chewing them out, and protecting them., Due to past issues, Bell has been really picky about who to protect and who to not. This lead to her unable to trust people. This leaves a wide gap in Bell's life as she struggles between the people that lie , and those who tell the truth. Bell isn't skilled at picking them out, so she shuts herself away sometimes, or attempts to befriend them, only to leave them in the end. Bell is not cold for this, juts cautious. When she does something she give it her all. If shes sewing she puts all her passion into it, if shes loving her entire soul goes into it. If she is protecting, then she is willing to risk her life to make sure the one she cares for is unharmed. You could say Bell is selfless at times, unaware when she is being misused or misguided. Bell has gotten called dingy many times over this, naive and child like. The same goes for her poor sense of direction, and lack of sense when the tension in the room is bad.

Bell has many imperfections, such as her rude behavior when tipsy, her overbearing sarcasm, and her boiling pint. Just because Bell goes with the flow, does not mean she "never" gets angry. Just like the current she rides, her emotions are the same way. Never holding back, never letting it stop, her emotions are wild and lose. If you've angered her, you've angered her. If you made her sad, you made her sad. You will never, and it is wise to never find out. The worst of her, is her anger. The fuse that ignites into swearing and attempts of murder. Bell becomes overly violent, swinging anything that could cause harm. Bell would rather see you die, then utter another word.​

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  • Music
    
  • Fruits
    
  • Good food
    
  • Good people
    
  • A smashing time
    
  • The night sky
    
  • The wind
    
  • Freedom
    
  • Young men
    
  • Older men
    
  • Being mysterious
    
  • Blood
    
  
  
  
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  • Obnoxious things (children, people)
    
  • Fighting (If she must, she will)
    
  • Liars
    
  • Traitors
    
  • The sun
    
  • Overly drunk people
    
  • Bickering
    
  • Too many questions
    
  • Impatient people
    
  • Those who desire things, but can't achieve them
    
  • Silver spoon nosed pirates
    
  • Pirates without founding
    
  
  
  
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  Bell is a well known desirable musician who can play just about any instrument. Bell is also known for her dancing and vocals while playing an instrument. Because of her voice and her movements she gained the name Mystical Siren. Bell is well taught in hand to hand combat with small knives as the primary weapon, and two guns for back up. As earlier stated Bell's body wasn't just built for dancing and holding things. Bell is also good with spy and decoy work. With a body like hers, she is able to woo men and woman alike.
  
  
  
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  Bell is naive on who to trust and who no too. Bell can be easily led a stray if someone is not there to keep an eye on her. Because Bell is passionate about whatever she does, it easy to use things against her. If you take someone she cares about, getting her to walk the plank is easy as saying A in the alphabet. If Bell had to call out her biggest weakness, it would be her anger. Whatever the reason, once angered Bell is seeking blood. Either she harms you, or you allow a victim from the outside to die for you stupid mistakes.
  
  
  

Spoiler

Bell Rivera Garcen Deadlock was originally named Belemey Barns Rodrick and was born not in January ,but in May. On the sixth of May Bell was born into a family of four, whose soul purpose was to serve the Pirate lord that had decided to make their town his new base. Born into a time where every second girl was born had to be given away, her mother signed her name as Belemey Barns. During the night of thanks, each child that was born between January and August was to be presented to the pirate lord for his blessings. Bell's mother Shera was unaware of this new law, and saw only one way for her new child to be born. Like slaughtering a lamb, her mother took up the sword and struck down the first daughter in front of the pirate lord. Amused by the mothers fleeting hopes of saving her new born, he took Shera in , replacing her with a tavern wench who moved and bend only for the pirate lord. Bell was still young , but all she could remember was the cries of what seemed to be an important person to her that night.


A few years passed and Bell had grown a little in size. The life she lived in was still no better as laws began to spew from left to right. The replacement mother was crude, and abused the other two siblings named Ron and Farn. Scared and weak Bell tried to run away countless of times, but always got caught before she could board a small boat that she would build over and over again. During her sixth attempt to flee , the pirate lord appeared beyond the brush with her mother in his hand and a knife to her throat. At first Bell had no feelings for the woman he presented her, until he asked her if she saw anything in the woman. Like water , she dropped to her knees, as her mother began to bawl. That night Bell was given two choices. Either switch places with her mother, or allow her mother to die with her in tow. Bell's answer had no hesitation. Choosing to switch places, Bell left behind the name Belemy Barns Rodrick and was given a new name.


"Bell Rivera Garcen Deadlock"


Bell became a new person the moment she stepped aboard the ship of his home. With a new name, Bell was grabbed and pulled into a small room. Chained down , Bell's hair was cut and she was scrubbed clean. Given new clothes , she was put straight to work. Mopping the deck, cleaning the dishes, cleaning the laundry. Whatever he wanted, she would do. Bell was his, and his alone. When he needed to bathe, she would wash him, when he wanted to eat, she would feed him. When he wanted a pet, she would be on all fours yipping as loud as she could, while he threw pieces of meat to her. Bell was shamed, degraded , and treated like trash. What she didn't notice was that times where changing. After the switch, the town became happier, everything bustled, and their town had became a hot spot for all tourist. Bell watched these changes from the cell window every night. Bell was a little happy that she saw her mother smile every time she would walk by, and every time her father would tried to find her among the crew.


Time passed though, yet not once did they come to ask for her back. Bell was confused as she watched them over and over walk past. Little by little they stopped looking for her. Little by little they stopped coming by. Bell grew sad as she wasted away her years in the prison hold. Until one hot day, the pirate lord had came down to see her. With his large hands he grabbed her by her hair and pointed out toward the window. There she saw her mother and father with her two brothers, and another child. She was small, a bit smaller than her. It was a girl with long black hair and a cheeky grin. "They don't care about you anymore. You are no longer there's. They left you hear to waste away. Did you know on this same day she came to me with you in her arms, and your sister by her side." Bell turned around when he said sister. "Yes Bell, you had one of those. But sadly there was a law that said ever second child should be handed over. Your mother loved you so much, that she killed your sister in front of me. She said she would never let you go, now look what happened. Your mother had ever chance to come get you back, she could have done what she did so long ago. This is why you can't trust them Bell. Look at them, their not like you and me."


The words of murder rung over and over. The pirate lord did his job, and with a smile left Bell in tears. Cracking the door behind him, he allowed her to decide yet again her fate. By this time everything was so tiring. Choosing and living like this. It took no time for Bell to decided. Standing to her feet she walked toward the door. Opening the pirate lord stood there wit ha smile as he held out his hand.


"Join my crew little one. Let us sail the seas together. Burn those in your wake, and kill those that have harmed you. Thief and drink, dance and sing. This is your family Bell, not them. They threw you away, we wont."


Bell looked up toward him before wiping her tears, and grabbing his hand. On that day Bell became a pirate, that only moved for them. The common people, the town people, she learned that they couldn't be trusted.

​

"Bell come to me, sing for me."

​

Bell walked over toward Ario ,the pirate lord. With long black hair she sat beside him with a rounded guitar and began to flick away at the strings. Like a siren, her voice was strong and beautiful. Loud and vibrant. It flowed like the wind, and rung like chapel bells. Ario closed his eyes as he listened to Bell's song of pirate that grows stronger by the day. His ability to bind a strong family and to bring peace across the land. Airo could not but help to laugh at some parts, as Bell sung about him.


Bell was now in her mid teens. They had set sail two years ago after ransacking the town of its riches, and Bell taking the life of her mother, and the current daughter. Bell could remember that night as if it was yesterday. "Oh ye pitiful soul. If only you hadn't been born in this time. Take with you to your grave my hate and pain." She said with a cursed tongue. The night was cold that day, and the sky smelled of blood. The houses burned and the stars where brighter than ever. Bell also remembers that was the day she became a woman. Airo abandoned all his former woman on board. He gave them to his men then whisked Bell away to his quarters. Bell wasn't scared, nor did she fear what was going to happen. She said many times, if it was Airo then she wouldn't mind. With the stench of blood and the happy men, Bell was taken that day. Rough yet gentle , she remembered the sounds, and his voice. His voice became words, then his words became a song, a song that she sings for him every day. Though like all good things , there is something bad that comes to take it away.

On a hot sunny day, the clouds began to roll in and the waters began to clash. Behind them was a ship speeding ahead to catch up, while they did their best to flee. Airo who was in no shape to command, nor move was bed ridden with an illness given to him by a tavern wench. Bell lost in thought stood by his bedside as he coughed up blood. Airo happened to notice the tears, and made sure to quickly wipe them away. Canons fired, screams could be heard as footsteps that weren't there's began to board the ship. Bell clenched Airo's hand in fear as the steps had gotten closer.


"Why are you crying? You can finally leave..." He chuckled before coughing. "Kill me , before they do. I would rather die by the hands of a lover, than by the hands of mere men who used petty tricks to catch their prey off guard. " Bell refused as she shook her head. " Let us sail the seas together. Burn those in your wake, and kill those that have harmed you. Thief and drink, dance and sing. This is your family Bell, not them." Bell looked up to him as tears began to flow. "I am here with you always, we all are. So enough with this sappy farewell, you know I hate those. Stand tall like I taught you, and bear the fangs of a sea giant. Sing my death song and get rid of me. Do you want me to die hating you! " Bell jumped as he yelled. Standing to her feet she wiped the tears away and grabbed the gun by his bedside. As the moon shined through she began to sing. Airo with a smile closed his eyes as he inhaled. Clenching the trigger, the door opened and Bell fired. Killing Airo , Bell dropped the gun, while her eyes turned toward the lakeys that stormed the ship.


Like the red sea they parted for their captain. "A lady has balls. Did he misuse you. Was us storming the ship the perfect chance to kill him?" Bell did not answer. "No matter, our goal is the riches and woman. Form what I an tell your a woman ,so up ya go. I don't like waiting." He said with a grin before walking off. Bell with much pain looked back toward Airo. With one last look she left.


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Years later Bell finds herself in a tavern sitting in the far back. Drinking her ale she sits waiting for something to happen, something that would yet again put her on an adventure. Her time with her family was lost, her place with Airo was burned, and the new captain found no use for musicians who only mourned the dead.


Position: Musician


Are You New Onboard? New


Weapon(s): Bell carries two long knives and a pistol.


Other: Before leaving the ship Bell took Airo's red sash. Till that day she wears it around her waist.


All Hail Queen Rai

 

[Queen Rai]

@Goddess Very good character Totally accepted. Now, since your character is new, shall we talk about introducing her? The Poison is out on the ocean at the moment, so unless your character is already onboard (which means you'll have to read every previous page of the RP), you'll have to wait until we reach our destination (Haiti) to join up. What sounds good to you?

 

[Goddess]

Will be introduced later on...

"I thieve, I lie, I lay with woman, and I drink. I swear, I kill, I loot. I burn down villages and take in slaves. I believe in no one but those that stand by me. I am the force that drives the ship, the fear that dominates the world. I am the whip and the shield. The Devil and the God This is what it means to be a Pirate king. The moment you see my flag...Run! Von

Appearance Details


Von is a tall male that stands to be 6'4 in height and weigh around 192.4 pounds. Von is most known for his demonic like feature. Even though his height alone is terrifying, his ripped body gives him the demeanor of a god. Balanced in biceps, pecks, and calfs, his strong body forms a tough shield marked with many scars from various battles. There are three that he is proud of and tends to show off, by wearing a tight black shirt with no sleeves. On his right shoulder is a large gash going from the top of his shoulder down toward his elbow. The second is the scar around his neck from younger years. The last is the scar that comes from his right eyebrow down toward the right side of his face. For bottoms Von wears loose pants with a white sash tied around his waist to keep them up. The end of his pants are shoved into big black boots that are half way tied, with the sides opening out wide.


Even though his body is massive, his face is the key that draws in the ladies. Slender eyes that are positioned in a glare, makes the girls all squeal as they worry if he is upset or aroused. His black ragged hair that slightly covers his eyes makes his side looks seem appealing and an invite to come lay with him. His medium nose and soft natural lips make the girls melt as he talks. The most attractive part about Von is his bronze eyes that stares into the heart of men. His gold gaze making the rest of him hotter than the rising sun.

Name: Von Heins Murdock

Nickname/Title (optional): Devil's Door

Age: 29

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Nationality: Haitian​

"Hear the waves of my oceans clash and rip apart your ship." Von

Von is a ticking time bomb of anger, mixed with rage and happiness. Unbalanced with emotions, he is unable to express his emotions in a proper way, that would not come across offending, or crude. As many times as his friends try to help, the words still come out offending, sarcastic, and degrading. Unaware of this bad habit of his, he walk forward with a strong will and overbearing pride. Oddly enough his ego, is not that big, and he is very modest when it comes to giving credit for things. Still the bad outweighs the good any day. Not only is his crude and lacks the sense of any manners, but he is sneaky and manipulative. He bends things to his will with threats and blackmail. He has a bad habit of overhearing conversations, and selling what little he gained from it. He gathers allies only to turn on them, gathers females only to drop them. He strives for pleasure and endless desires of gold, giving no account to those that follow him. He leaves fear in the heart of others, and cares very little for what they have to say. Von is selfish, overbearing, and a prick. His comments nos know bounds, as he insults both the strong and weak minded. Von takes from others even if it mean their death. Von would create friendship, only to bury them in the past as he burns their homes to the ground.

From this Von has gained the name Devil's Door. Why? Von always creates a door for him and his lackeys. Always forging a path without others consent. By adding his devil like person and the ability to forge new paths, the name Devil's Door arouse from the ashes of many towns and homes. A bounty was placed on his head, which did nothing but boost his pride and ego to continue forth on such a horrid path.

Though Von may seem like an ass, his lackeys see him in a set of different eyes. Nice, gentle, and caring, Von is the idol of his small group. Always protecting them, always making sure they got their fair share. His lackeys saw him a father, a protector , and a shield. Wherever they went, he went. Whatever they did, he watched over. If they needed something, Von was there. If they wanted something, Von would get it. The three lackeys he kept close saw him as the sun that was too good for anyone else. They claimed Von had trust issues, and rarely allowed anyone close to him. He was misunderstood and painted as something horrible, but in truth he was a nice guy. Von was so nice, he helped a young boy fetch food for the family. A contradiction? Perhaps the people only saw the outside of Von and not the inside. The inside that mourned when he lost one of his own, or the one that cooked their meals everyday.,​

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  • Music
    
  • Meat
    
  • His lackeys
    
  • The sun
    
  • The sea smell
    
  • Money
    
  • The wind
    
  • Freedom
    
  • Slaughter
    
  • Goals being achieved
    
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  • People
    
  • Liars
    
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  • Royal's
    
  • Weak minded people
    
  • Bickering
    
  • Too many questions
    
  • People with no backbone
    
  • Those who desire things, but can't achieve them
    
  • Pirates without the ability to give and take
    
  
  
  
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  Von is known for his brute hand to hand combat. His body built as a shield, his able to smash and knock men on their feet. Von is also skilled with the sword, though he does not favor it. Instead he found much more amusement with fire arms. Building his marksman, he is skilled with firing any weapons that is near him. Due to his past Von is skilled with talking things through, getting what he wants, and manipulating those around him. It is easy for him to achieve something by words, then just taking them.
  
  
  
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  Von is an angry man whose words can cross the line. This makes people fear him and distance themselves away from him. Though Von can bend anyone words, this makes other people not trust him. If he did deals with one man, and the deal ended badly news would get across to all other ports. This would be bad for Von and his surprise take overs. Von relies heavily on his three lackeys. If anything were to happen to them, Von would be unable to move forward.
  
  
  

Spoiler

Von Heins Murdock was born into a family of six. Because of their initial heritage , Von was not born into a nice home with a mother that worked at a flower shop, or a father that was a fisherman. Von was born in a prison cell over an old stack of hay. Crying in his mother's arm, the cold air was the first start of molding Von's cold heart. Famished and small, Von grew up along side his diminishing siblings. One by one every three months, one of his siblings would either be taken, or would have died from lack of water and food. His mother was sure that Von would die in the month of May, but instead Von was taken away. His mother was shipped off to a different port, and his father was shipped off to Slayers Bay. Von assumed he was the last of the sibling as he was being scrubbed down and shackled to a new pair of chains. Pushed and shoved, he walked in line to meet the Royal blood the town. Quiet , he bowed his head like the rest and filed in line like the rest. Next was the picking process. Pushed across a small stage made of stone, his feeble body was shown off to the higher ups. It took a few hours for people to decided his worth, but lucky him a busty beauty had picked him out. With huffs and groans, Von was pushed off the stage and toward his new captor. The beauty had knelt down to look him in the eye.


"Your going to become a strong little man. First will you get you beefed up, then trained."


The beauty paid off the money for him and with haste whisked him away from his little home on the island. Setting sail Von was put through many hours of whippings and drowning sessions because he refused to obey. Countless knife wounds, broken jaws, busted lips, Von became the punching bag of the ship. The beauty who had bought him didn't mind such treatment, and even partook in such events when the moon was high and the ale was good. Von however hated this treatment, hated being born a slave, and hated having to bend to the will of someone else. Von swore to keep quiet till he was freed. The beauty laughed at his struggle and assured him screaming is the same as talking. The beatings continued, and the weapons used increased.


All the while Von learned from them. Their movements, their words, he recorded it all. On days when the landed on shore, he would follow his captor around. He would listen to how she talked, how she made deals, and in the end how she would destroy them. She bonded with people, then left them in the dust. Von's hate brewed even more as days of beating continued, and nights of pillaging remained live for hours. Von didn't know when he started obeying the captors orders. When he started smiling and laughing. When the beating became boring, and the pillaging became fun. His hate for the woman had become respect. The crew was nothing to him, and so every night he attempted at their lives. By the time he turned 17 the reaming crew had dropped to 10 from 100. The ship was bare and their money kept disappearing. The beauty began to grow old and the ship began to rot. It was a ghost ship sailing the cold seas at night, their firs burning out before the sun could hide over the mountains.


Von sought this to be the perfect time. Taking up arms he headed for the captains quarters. Moving through the night, he loaded the pistol and slowly opened the door. As the beauty slept, Von's memories came rushing back like a wave hitting against the ships side. Angry the gun began to shake. The beauty woke up and with a scream the trigger was pulled and the beauty died. The crew on the deck came rushing down to see what happened. With angry shouts the men charged at Von, one specifically with a knife. Cutting Von near his right eye, Von fired a round in the mans torso. The man fell , but the others came quick. With brute force, Von was pushed out of the room through the side window. Falling into the water, the men rushed back to the deck to fire off more rounds. Quickly Von escaped swimming east.

Von was washed to shore on an unknown island. Half alive and half dead, an old man approached Von. He could tell by his scars that this boy had gone though hell. Helping him up , he led Von to his cabin. There Von stayed for several years, until he found out that the island was run by nobles. Enraged Von sought out revenge, but for what. Von had already killed his captor, what more was there for him to do. For Von it wasn't as simple as just killing off his captor. Von hated all nobles, he hated people that kept slaves, sold them, and treated them like dirt. The sight of chains enrages him, and the sounds of their screams puts him on a rampage. Luckily he was not alone with this thought. Joined by three others , Von made his way to the castle that was at the end of the town. When night rolled around ,Von appeared through the doors of their homes, and one by one cut them down. Screams echoed and blood was shed. Like the wind him an his allies left that night, with blood stained clothes and goals accomplished. Von also made friends that night.

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Swiftly Von and his lackeys left the island by stealing one of their ships. Setting sail, they went west this time back toward where they were born. In four months they managed to arrive at the island where slaves were still be sold, and the cries of the hurt were nothing but music in the wind. Gathering up arms, Von and his boys cut them down while setting the slaves free. That night they partied all night. Von became blood brother with his three lackeys, and formed a crew based off of them. They created several goals to strive for and rules to follow.


Present day

Von has grown up since his younger years. His goals have nearly been achieved, and his foundation has grown stronger than ever. As of now he sits in Haiti with his three brethren that have grown with him. More wise and cunning, Von makes a treaty with a trading port. Because Von is of an African decent, the leader of the trading port viewed him as a cousin, and welcomed him. Little did the man know that Von was not there just to make treaties.


Position: Pirate King


Weapon(s): Two Pistols


All Hail Queen Rai

 

[Archdemon]

Appearance: http://www.zerochan.net/276314#full


Details: This young looking man has one green eye while the other eye lies behind an eyepatch. He has short wavy hair and an eccentric outfit, one that sorta gives off a vibe that he's not new to the game. His hat is a bit goofy looking but he hardly ever wears it unless possible trickery can happen. He's around 5"7 or 5"8 and he's a fair skinned young lad. His outfit is something he wears almost everywhere it's almost like its attached to his skin but that's just fantasy talk there.


Outside of his outfit his body is full of scars and burns, it's unclear why but it could be a reason to why he wears his outfit everywhere.


Name: Archie Archer


Nickname: Arch


Age: 19


Gender: Male


Sexuality: Straight


Nationality: English


Personality: Archie has always been a quiet person, never talking to anyone though once asked a question he answers immediately. When asked personal questions about family he always tries to change the subject. If persistent enough he will get angry and eventually stop whatever he's doing and leave though he will come back later to finish his job. You can always see him working whether it's helping move crates to him hammering a nail into a board, you hardly ever see him not working. Though if he relaxes he sure does love to tell tales and stories about many of his adventures though whether or not they're real is up to the listener.


Likes:


Friends


Telling stories


Listening to music


Working


Questions not about family


Training


Dislikes:


Family


Questions about family


Not doing anything


Persistent people


Shooting a gun


Skills:


A master of dual wielding long swords and cutlasses


A knack for persuasion


Knowledge of trading and bargaining


well versed in the art of combat


Weaknesses:


Because of his one eye he cannot shoot a gun


He is terrible at other languages


Biography: Archie was once part of a wealthy family in England. The Archer family is well known for their industry businesses. The Archer family has about 6 children, 4 brothers and 2 sisters. Archie has always been the laughing stock and the punching bag. Everybody hated him for he wasn't the "Ideal" son and this led to many, many different accidents in his life.


He would constantly get tortured and burned by his siblings, whipped by his father, and would get verbally abused by his mother. One day his father passed away from a heart attack, and the whole business went to the older brother who kicked Archie out of the family and sent him to one of the various ports in the Caribbean. There Archie joined many crews and had lasting adventures with them and became well versed in the pirating business but is still planning revenge upon his family.


Position: Average Mate


Time with the crew: Fairly new. Recently recruited


Weapons:


Two longswords: http://www.calimacil.com/media/catalog/product/cache/7/image/800x/4a4c0fa52fe79d20a24f0e6e0ae3511c/p/i/pirate_2_pirate_larp_sword_calimacil_pi95f3_full.png


Two Scimitars: http://www.libriscrowe.com/non/Images/scimitar1.jpeg


ALL HAIL THE QUEEN RAI