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Post by Henry Morgan on Jan 22, 2006 1:29:42 GMT -5
Name: Age: Characteristics: Appearance: RP Style: Class ((Pirate, Privateer, British, Spanish, French, and Dutch Sailor,)):
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Post by Darby Everdine on Jan 22, 2006 2:08:54 GMT -5
Name: Darby Everdine Age: 19 Characteristics: Street (and sea) smarts, outspoken, tough when she needs to be, loud, tomboy-ish, and a bit of a trickster.
Appearance: Young looking, short (around 5'0), a stubby nose, fit, deep brown hair, tanned skin, Several crooked fingers from various little accidents, and the faintest of scars on her cheek. Darby is a regular mongrul with a mix of Irish, English, and Spanish.
RP Style: Oye, it had been a terribly long day indeed. And to think, they would not be leaving for another day or so. Sometimes the young female pirate hated being around a bunch of male scallywags. They were off 'to get supplies' yes...supplies indeed. She knew what they were really seeking. The pleasure of a lady companion for a couple of hours. She knew for she use to be the one the brutes were after. It was a wretched job...but still a job none the least. It was when she had first come to the new land, and didn't have any other place to go. For three long years she lived in the brothels and finally one day she just pleaded for one of the gents to take her along. She had often seen the pirates come and leave, as well as hearing their corageous tales at sea. She knew it had to be a better life, and had been out on the sea ever since.
Now here she was, leaning her legs over the ship's edge looking down and the greenish blue water. "Aye...men..." she muttered as she squinted from looking back up at the roasting sun over head.
Class ((Pirate, Privateer, British, Spanish, French, and Dutch Sailor,)): Darby is originally from England. A former sleeper turned pirate.
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Post by Elizabeth Swan on Jan 22, 2006 2:46:22 GMT -5
Name: Miss Elizabeth Swan Age: 20 I think? lol! I need to watch the movie over again! Characteristics: Intelligent, Witty, Responsible, Talented, Adventurous, What a man wouldn't want in a lady? lol! Appearance: Long dirty blonde hair, blueish greenish eyes, tanned, tall about a couple inches shorter then William Turner...She's very skinny in a way, but not really she does have meat on her, lol! She's not flimsy like most girl's...Her daily outfits, tight dresses with corsets that you can't breath in, and long and tight! She wore what any other Princess would wear... RP Style:
Elizabeth was after all the governor's daughter as she thought while her maid's tightened up her dress in the back, she could hardly breathe, she hated wearing these things, but she had to look good for William Turner, a man she has loved ever since she was child. She was so thrilled it was finally there wedding day, and she now got to be the future Mrs Turner, she was so happy, as she looked in the mirror once more. It was a beautiful day in London, and many people we're there to be at there big grand wedding, courtesy of her father really. She adored her father and all of her friend's and family, Elizabeth was an only child, though she was happy being one because she would never let anyone take William Turner away from her.
She gasped a little as the maid did the last not on her wedding dress, she could finally breathe, "Thank goodness, these dresses are horrid, how could anyone breathe in them?"She asked the maids. And laughed quietly as she put on her mother's necklace she gave when she died before Liz was born, she nodded, "Well it is time,"She smiled and got up as she walked out of her room to greet the guests and finally become Mrs. Elizabeth Turner.
Class ((Pirate, Privateer, British, Spanish, French, and Dutch Sailor,)): Brittish Colony/ Soon to be Pirate! lol!
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Post by Jack Sparrow on Jan 22, 2006 17:58:56 GMT -5
Name: Jack Sparrow (I didn't say Captain..) Age:(Guessing on the account I do believe they don't say) 29 (Its reasonable) Characteristics: Insane, charming to the ladies, abit full of himself, happy to be a pirate, intelligent to an extent(mostly his insanity too), and curious for gain. Appearance: Goatee with lovely braids and beads. Hair seems unruly, but you're never know, 6'0(guesing), A Pirate brand and tattoo indicating he's Jack! RP Style: Jack looked horrified. What was wrong with this girls head, had she no sense of fun?
"But why is the Rum Gone? Its Rum...I must have my Rum!".
She looked at him as if his mind had left him, though she suspected it already had. This could be no one other then Elizabeth. She rolled her eyes and dared not to say it again, this was the second time they had been marooned and he still complained about the rum.
"Oy, why you walking away, come now, I wasn't bad last night, why must you punish me by burning the rum?" Class ((Pirate, Privateer, British, Spanish, French, and Dutch Sailor,)): Pirate
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Post by Vicktoryia Blair on Jan 22, 2006 18:56:21 GMT -5
Name: Vicktoryia Blair
Age: 23
Characteristics: Mean, bi*chy, sarcastic, deceiving, conieving, extremely smart, evil, independent, outgoing, dependable, flirtaeous, funny, wild, carefree & reliable. Precise, abrasive, determined, fearless, intelligent, sensual, pratical, focused, loving, impatient, tough, sweet, intimidating, calculating, judgemental, active, opinionated, passionate, feisty, loyal, perceptive
Appearance: Semitall, thin, not very busty, but has the junk in the trunk, xDlmao. Long jet black hair, and blue-grey eyes.
RP Style: (*Taken from my post on Vampire Hunter, too lazy to type a new one, and not enough time to type a new one.
Tory sat in the library of the large mansion, silent as always. Her knotty black hair wasn't thrown up sloppily and instead it fell, tangled at the middle of her back. her bangs covered some of her pale blue eyes but not her over-used eyeliner. She was wearing a tank top that exposed her stomach and her 14 guage, red barbell belly button ring. A net top was placed over the shirt for a basic use of slight warmth. This time wore a a black miniskirt with purple tulle ruffles. Her legs were covered by ripped fishnet stocks and black combat boots with red laces.
Vicktoryia didn't want a conversation started at all, therefore she'd grabbed a book. She'd begun flipping random pages and all that. The only thing that may have given her away was that she was holding the book upside down so that she didn't really have to read at all. She gave slow and shifting glances around the room, dodging the akward glances from the other inhabitants. Tory didn't care whether they liked her ir not.
Tory wasn't fidgeting with her locket for once. She'd stopped that for a while. She didn't want to obsess over it and end up breaking or damaging it in anyway.
Class ((Pirate, Privateer, British, Spanish, French, and Dutch Sailor,)): Pirate..
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Post by Rebecca Sabre on Jan 22, 2006 21:44:47 GMT -5
Name: Rebecca Sabre Age 20 Characteristics: Smart, Sarcastic, pregnant dogy, Appearance: Long dark wavy hair, bright green eyes, tanned skin, about 5'6" and 110lbs. She's always wearing a black corset on the outside of her lacy black and crimson dress. RP Style: There she was, it a small pub somewhere on a tropical island. Running her long nails threw her dark silky hair she smirked as the drunken men were dragged out by the wives, their fat old wives. "What idiots." glancing down at the mug of cold beer she took a swig, and grabbed a gold medallion that lay around her fair skinned neck.
Playing with it she let it fall between her chest. Looking around for a stupid drunken pirate to get money for the night she sighed, they were all old and fat she really needed to find a new pub to get her men at. Maybe being a pirate was not so bad, after all her father, grandfather, and great grandfather were and many generations back, it was in her blood though she wasn't into the traveling of a ship being stuck on a ship in the middle of no where, Standing up, Rebecca walked out of the pub into the sunlight and smirked finding an innocent looking lost man walking along; he seemed to be looking for someone or something. Class ((Pirate, Privateer, British, Spanish, French, and Dutch Sailor,)): She's a prostitute
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Post by Captain Hook on Jan 22, 2006 21:59:36 GMT -5
Name: James Hook, Captain
Age: 46
Characteristics: Evil, greedy, insane, suicidal, babyish, commanding, insulting, intelligent, crafty, tricky, guile, arrogant, childish, treacherous
Appearance: See pictures in the sig.
RP Style: Hook sneered as he descended down the stairs of the ship, sword raised as he looked into the eyes of his enemy. Eyes that he would wish to see closed forever.
The two exchanged blows, swords hitting eachother so hard and sparks erupted into the air. "You can't beat me, lad," snarled Hook, blocking a thrust at his right. "You'll never be able to."
And with that, Hook raised his hook and made contact with his opponent's skull. A lifeless body fell to the deck, spreading blood everywhere.
Class ((Pirate, Privateer, British, Spanish, French, and Dutch Sailor,)): A Pirate!
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Post by Long John Steelblade on Jan 23, 2006 8:30:15 GMT -5
Name: took me forever to think of one! ( gangstaname.com/pirate_name.php helped me get some ideas) Name: Long John Steelblade Age: 26 Characteristics: Sly,Cunning,Outgoing,and trustworthy(When from Cap'n or about pirate buisness). Appearance: Making a sigg, i'll look like that. RP Style: John stood at the front of the boat. He watched as the shore continued getting closer. When he knew that his ship, with masts so wide, was visable from shore, he drew his sword. "Draw ye Swords!" he yelled to the crewmembers. " Ye be ready to leave ship. John watched as the boat got closer. " Ready,.....NOW!" He yelled. All faithful pirates jumped off the ship, swords drawn, and ran twords land for an attack. Class ((Pirate, Privateer, British, Spanish, French, and Dutch Sailor,)): oy' a Pirate
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Post by Christian Reed on Jan 23, 2006 14:31:48 GMT -5
Name: Christian Reed Age: 21 Characteristics: outgoing, confident, strong, adventurous. Appearance: Long blonde hair that falls down into his face and deep blue eyes. He is tall and muscular, around 6'2. Dark tan skin. RP Style:
Christian moved through the docks slowly, glancing from the corner of his eyes as he walked along, listening to the soft mutter moving through the crowd as they realized his profession. He was a pirate, he knew it, they knew it, everyone knew it, but it was something he was proud of and no magistrate was going to stop him from walking in Port Royale.
He walked into the tavern and sat down, looking at the bartender's shocked reaction as he sat down and a small smirk crossed his tan face, "Well, what ye' be starin at, get me a drink," he muttered and glared at the man as he fixed him a drink. "That's better," he said as the man pushed the drink towards him and he took a long sip of it.
Class ((Pirate, Privateer, British, Spanish, French, and Dutch Sailor,)): British/ Pirate
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Post by Charlotte Wall on Jan 23, 2006 16:18:10 GMT -5
Name:Charlotte Wall Age:20 Characteristics:Smart, Funny, rather sarcastic and sometimes crafty when she has to be. Appearance:Light blonde hair past her shoulders usually wavy. Blue eyes. Has a few freckles across her nose. Around 5'10. Slim but strong arms. RP Style:Charlottes eyes scanned across the surface of the water. She had been look out for a while now and was bored. Sitting for 3 hours straight wasnt her idea of fun. She sat with her legs up against her chest and he arms wrapped around them. She felt the sun across her face and the light wind blow through her hair. That was the upside to being a pirate, getting a tan. She laughed a little to herself then continued to gance across the water. Class ((Pirate, Privateer, British, Spanish, French, and Dutch Sailor,)): Pirate. British.
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Post by melanieblake on Jan 23, 2006 22:36:26 GMT -5
Name: Melanie Blake Age: 21 Characteristics: Mel is very bold and can be hard headed when she wants to be. LIving on a ship with her father as captain she has had to prove herself many times. Against her fathers recent wishes, she refuses to leave the ship in search of, as he would say a proper man. In her eyes, she would be even more happy with a pirate. When not trying to prove herself, Mel is generally fun to be around, alone she sings out to no one, and likes to place pranks around the ship for the crew when they wake up in the morning. Appearance: Long Blonde hair, and beautiful blue eyes. ABout 5"3", Always in pirate attire, unless out on a job for the crew. RP Style: "Make sure to get the rum" "And the toast" "And the ...." "Alright, you;ve told me a thousand times your bloddy brutes, and for the thousandth time I'm going to get it all" **Mel smirked and rolled her eyes as she made her way off the ship, whiich had docked just off the coast of the town. They could not risk being caught, piracy was definatly not tolerated in this town, but they had run out of supplies and it was anouther 2 weeks until they would reach Tortuga.** **After a few hours, she had gotten everything on the list, as she was paying for the bread, the bloody gits don;t understand that you have to toast the bread, it doesn't just come that way. As she walked out the door she bumped into a man.** tbc, lol Class ((Pirate, Privateer, British, Spanish, French, and Dutch Sailor,)): Pirate
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Gráinne Ni Mháille
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What can you see on the horizen? Why do the white Gulls calls?
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Post by Gráinne Ni Mháille on Jan 25, 2006 9:46:28 GMT -5
Name:Capt. Gráinne Ni Mháille (Grace O'Malley)
Age: 25
Characteristics:Born in County Mayo, Ireland and was the daughter of Owen O'Malley. Owen was the elected chieftain of Umhall Uachtarach (Barony of Murrisk). The family was well known for its sailing prowess since 1123, and traveled regularly to Spain and Scotland in their ships. Grace was quite the 'tomboy', and grew up with her half-brother Donal-na-Piopa on Clare Island. Being a sea captain, Grace's father was always at sea and she resented his long departures. On one occasion, she apparently cut off her hair and dressed in boy's clothes to prove that she could handle the voyage. Laughing at this, her family nicknamed her "Grainne Mhoal" or "Bald Grace". Nevertheless, she went on the voyage with her father and his small fleet of ships. This led to a later incident in which she is said to have saved her father's life. While the ship was under attack, Grace, who had been told to hide below was instead in the rigging. Spying an attacker coming up behind her father, she leapt on his back kicking, biting and screaming. The incident evidently distracted the English attackers enough for the Irish to win the day and proved to be a vision of later times to come. Grace and her band of pirates based themselves at Clare Island in Clew Bay
Appearance: Short and wirey body with striking green eyes and long dark hair (after it grew back of course)
RP Style: Grace stood in her cabin, hunched over the charts and maps that lay sprawled on the great oak table. Her eyes squinted in the dim light as she fought to make out the shapes of Islands and landmasses in the dim light of the candle.
She swore under her breath if her caluculations were correct they were at least 6 days from port, with the current wind blowing hard to stern it was unlikely they would get there in time. Angrily she swept the charts from the table, upsetting the candle which dripped red wax into the heavy grain of the well worn table.
Class: Pirate, seafarer, trader and chieftain in Ireland
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Post by Pipper DeClue on Jan 28, 2006 18:24:48 GMT -5
Name: Pipper DeClue Age: 17 Characteristics: Brave, Revengeful, some what greedy, dishonest at points, celever, quick on her feet, tomboy Appearance: Tatto on neck: RP Style: ((From another site I rp on)) Dawn toke a seat at the Slytherin table at dbreakfast time. She had wen tto bed earily last night being real tired after finishing all her homework that was given to her and woke up earily this morning. She couldn't help, but notce how muh of a idfference in people there was from eating an earilier breakfast to a later one. She usually ate a later breakfast and then the place was crowded, but this earily in the morning it wasn't really that crowded. Dawn shrugged and looked among the food on the table. She toke her plate and put some beacon and eggs on her plate along with a roll. She then looked around for the pitcher of orange juice and then grabbed ehr goblet and toke the pitcher pouring some in. Dawn put the pitcher back where it was before and toke a sip of her orange juice. She then turned her ehad a bit to see if sh ecould spot her Hufflepuff sister there, but it was hard to tell with the Ravenclaw and Gryffindor table inbetween. Dawn never muched like her sister, they were just to different, but she always thought it was funny how there sorting went, many people were surprised that neither of them got into Gryffindor, and though many people were surprised her sister got into hufflepuff, many more were surprised at the fact that Dawn got into Slytherin. She smirked at that and toke ehr fork and forked up some eggs and put them in her motuh chewing and the leting it go down her throat. Sh elooked around the Slytherin and then up at the staff table, some were there, but not all of the staff. Dawn sort of liked how uncrowded it was. maybe she should eat earilier from no on? Class ((Pirate, Privateer, British, Spanish, French, and Dutch Sailor,)): Pirate
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Post by Lexi Rose on Jan 31, 2006 11:26:44 GMT -5
Name: Lexi Rose
Age: 20
Characteristics: Fun, flirty, soalful and a fighter.
Appearance: Sweet and innocent.
RP Style: (From another site but RP'ed by me)
Lexi had been moseying the streets of Diagon Ally, she looked into the windows but nothing interested her. She sighed as she looked in the last shop window, as she peeped in she could see her reflection until she focused her eyes properly, then she managed to view the product in she shop. Once again nothing interested her. She rubbed the back of her neck then sharply turned to on side and listened to it crack, she hated the sound but her neck was so stiff.
Thoughts streamed throughout her brain about Thomas and what she would do. Walking along in a swift manor she turned around in a circle she lent on a wall of the last shop and sunk down sitting on the outside ledge of the window. There wasn’t many people felt doing shopping, only shopkeepers locking up. Fortunately for her the shopkeeper of the shop she was leaning on obviously lived above the shop, he glance diverted upwards as the light ticked off. As night slowly fell smothering the blue sky’s turning to pitch black, the stars shone brightly ahead. Lexi took out the medium sized steel flask containing a liquid that burned her throat and lifted it too her lips and took a swig. She slipped it back into the cloak and tapped it and muttered ‘Good Stuff’.
She looked around, she saw the wooden sign witch pointed to Knockturn ally, she frowned and shrugged. Getting up she looked behind her and then started to walk down the miserable street that had a few people still in it. She figured most were dark witches or wizards on business, almost like her. She knew not many were stupid enough to go down the ally if they didn’t know what they were getting themselves into. She bit her lip and hissed at a passing small bearded wizard that barged past her. She clenched her teeth and shook her head.
She squinted her eyes so the reduced to a sinister slits in her face, her lips curled she contained her stroll down the ally until her eyes set on a familiar witch. She had a certain aurora of her suggesting she was up to no good, but most people that lingered in the ally were up to no good. She shook her head and pulled up her hood of her clock witch now covered her forehead and hair. She swept behind the woman and whispered into her ear noticing she was concealing something, she was being nosey but she was sure she knew her. ‘What have you go there Lady?’ She asked. Class: Pirate.
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Post by Isabelle on Feb 17, 2006 0:35:16 GMT -5
Name: Isabelle. She never reveals her last name...and a few people have doubts if Isabelle is truly her first name. Age: 26 Characteristics: Passionate, witty, sarcastic, bitter, humourous, detemind. Appearance: Siggy and avvie.... RP Style: The sun had slowly faded from the sky, and Artemis decided this would be the first night in awhile she wouldn't stay out uber-later. An interesting choice, considering the people she had met on these late-night sprees, but as of now, the Gryffindor girl was just too...d**n...tired. And it seemed many others were, as well, for as Artemis walked down the Sixth Floor Corridor, the echoing thuds of her blue converses hitting the floor was all that sounded. Until, that is, she heard frantic rattling, like someone had locked themselves in a closet and couldn't get out.
Pushing some of her blonde curls out of her eyes, Artemis looked around for the source of the noise. Eventually, her sea-blue eyes led her to the door of an empty office, rattling with the extremities of someone locked inside with a viper. Making her way to the door, Artemis put a hand on the knob...and the rattling stopped. Blinking, the Gryffindor girl cautiously twisted the knob, opening the door. All was silent for a split second before the entire office seemed to begin rattling...though it was empty entirely. There was nothing to rattle.
"Jesus..."
muttered Artemis, her blue eyes growing huge as she attempted to back out, but was instead thrown into the room by the floor, which had begun to wiggle and squirm on its own. Pushing hair out of her face, Artemis got up to her knees, then watched with horror as the door to the office slammed shut...and all was quiet. Class: Was working as a Spanish sailer, but is now considering piracy.
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