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[SnowFlies]

Username: τίmε
Name: Nora Bel
Nickname: --
Age: 17
Gender:Female
Description: Nora stands at the height of 5’7ft, so depending who she’s standing next to she can seem small but being French it can only be expected. Her hair is chestnut in colour, falling down to the bottom of her shoulder blades framing her high cheekbones. Hey eyes are a piercing blue, on occasions her stare is enough to make one to look away. But streaks of soot can be found on her face due to sitting in front of fires.
History: Her family had always been poor, from what she has heard. From a young ager her mother taught Nora how toread maps, design and draw them. But unfortunately a year or two later her mother died of an unexpected illness, this was around the time when Nora was six or seven.
Since then, Nora has travelled with her father; they needed the money to survive so they travelled the lands selling his carpentry work. This was when she put her map skills to work, drawing maps as she went and navigating through the lands. During there stay in other countries, she was able to pick up the language they spoke, being interested in them due to never having proper education.
Of course her father taught her what he could, carpentry for one but at every attempt she cut her fingers. He also taught her what he knew of horses, their horse being the one that pulled their cart. As the years went by he attempted to teach her reading and writing, well what he knew of it, and she managed to pick a little in her native tongue; French.
Despite all his fine wood-work, Nora and her father never managed to have enough to actually be able to stay in one place. The money that was given to them for the wood work went towards buying wood to make more things and food for the horse and themselves, if luck enough for them to stay a night somewhere. If not, they had the welcoming stars of the outside world including the bitter cold.
And then one day her farther died suddenly, of course Nora mourned silently but no one cared how she felt, she needed to survive in this world. She took care of the horse, and even sold the last of her father’s wood-work but kept a small wooden bird he had made her with a chain that he had bought her too. It was the only thing she had left of him, and he had always said she was a bird. Because birds always found a way of enjoying themselves, being outdoors and free but always surviving; like herself.
While selling the wood-work, someone spotted her maps on the back of the cart. Stating that they were good enough to sell. It was then she redrew them, and began selling the copies. Nora had found a new way of surviving.
It had been at least a year ago since she started selling her maps, and had turned seventeen with no family but only the enjoyment of her work.
Personality: Nora is quiet most of the time, quiet but observant, a skill needed to draw maps. She hasn’t really socialised for her entire life so one could expect her to be shy, Nora has only really spoken with her parents when they were alive and the people buying her maps, she was always on the move never being able to have true friends. When it comes to someone asking how she feels, Nora will lie unsuccessfully because she has never opened up to anyone. But with the way she can communicate in numerous languages, she’s not afraid to confuse people by what she’s saying. Actually enjoying the others confusion, making her feel clever for once.
Strengths-
-Navigation along with drawing maps
-Observant
-Communicating in different languages
-Stern glares
-Puts others before herself
Weaknesses-
-Her mathematic skills are awful, she just relies on peoples honesty and her stern glare to get the money she needs.
-Reading
-Writing to some extent
-Swimming
-Disobedient
-Reckless
-Lying
Likes-
- Stars
- Animals, birds most of all
- Her necklace from her father
- Travelling
- Visiting new places
- Being outdoors
- Drawing
- Funny people
- Honest people
- Learning new things
Dislikes-
- Bossy people, she enjoys her freedom and has not been told what to do for a while.
- Loud noises
- Stupid questions
- Carpentry, she can do a little but not well
- People who think to highly of themselves
Fears- The sea, water, she’s terrified that she would drown due to being unable to swim, something to be expected from someone who has lived on land all her life.
Other: She carries a satchel of the sorts around with her, it contains her maps, the originals and the copies of them. Aware that if she left them alone, they were most likely going to be stolen.

[Twix :3]

Username: Angel<3
Name: Arianna Cohen
Nickname: Ari
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Brief Description: Arianna is very short for her age, just about 5'4. She has blonde hair that goes down just past her elbows, with beautiful hazel eyes to top it off. She's definitally well-fed, being just under 120 pounds. Her outfits normally consist of sweatpants and a fitting top. She normally does not wear shoes because she hates her feet being trapped in those horrid things called shoes.
History: She was very poor growing up in Southern Russia, and joined a gang around the age of thirteen. How did that happen, you ask? It started with her parents; They weren't exactly people who fit the role, they never really cared much for their only daughter. They were alcoholics and drug addicts, which is why she was afraid to come home most of the time. She stayed out on the streets, and was eventually accepted into a small gang of kids on the block. She did sneak into her house at night to change her clothes and take a quick shower, but that's only because her mother and father were usually at a local rag-tag bar with their druggie friends at night.
Growing up in poverty is the main reason for all this; she never got the chance at a better education, or the chance to turn her life around. Sometimes at night, she ran into her house and sit in the corner of her room, crying and almost pulling out her hair, thinking about how her life had took a turn for the worst. She had no real place to call home, no safe haven to take consolation in. she never really had a home, even in the gang.
Her parent's lifestyle affected her own; Being involved in shootings and an ongoing gang war being some of the most deadly situations she had been in. Not to mention the abuse of alcohol she got sucked into around the age of 14.
She had a tough group of friends at school, you know, the kids who sit at the back of the classroom causing disturbances and being a public nusance. They got bad grades, spoke condecendingly to their peers and teachers, and got in various fights with kids who thought they could beat some sense into one of them.
Then came the consequences of her behavior. This is probably the part she's most afraid of. Not because she would get in trouble, but because her parents would have to come to school or the police station to bail her out. Beatings came regularly for these incidents, which is why she is afraid to run into her parents at all. They would always think of a reason to punish her when they saw her; Whether it be because she didn't come home on time, she didn't do her chores, or she didn't say goodbye when she left for school. Again, it's the drugs talkin'.
Every day after school she ran over to the gang's main meeting place, an abandoned warehouse on the opposite side of town. She was the 'knife specialist' out of the group of 7, with the one other girl being a spy. The guys did the main work with all the guns and stuff, plus they came up with the plans for robberies most of the time.
She did some nasty stuff with the guys once she hit 15, along with the 19 year old spy girl. She was obviously the youngest of the group, the oldest being 23. Her life wasn't the easiest, but at least she found a family for life...Or so she thought.
A year later, one late night after a party to celebrate the gang's recent victory, she was kidnapped by a random passerby on the streets right in front of her house. She was heavily under the influence of alcohol, so she had no clue what was going on until a day later when she finally sobered up. She found herself aboard a pirate ship with five other girls who seemed to all be rich snobs, judging by their appearance. She was in a pair of the usual baggy sweatpants and tank top, so she wasn't exactly 'dressed to impress', but the question was, who was there to impress?
Personality: Growing up in the environment she did, it would only be expected of her to be a tough, outgoing, and confident young lady. Given, she is all those things, but on the inside she is shy, out-spoken, depressed, and most of all, broken. She has basically brain-washed herself into wiping away any hints of her being anything but what she has made herself out to be. She is sarcastic, and usually has a quick comeback for anyone who tries to show her up.
She doesn't like people at all, she's more solitary than a social butterfly. She does like to be around certain people she likes, but other than that, she tends to put up with others since she has to be around them.
Despite all these, she is really childish and has a great sense of humor. Her saying, "Im Forever Young." Is almost literal in a way. She believes she will never grow up because of her child-like personality. She has that certain charm to her; You want to be seen around her because of that mysterious appeal you just can't place your finger on.
Strengths-
-Outgoing
-Confident
-Street Smart
-Reckless
-Trusting
-Honest
-Skilled with Knives
-Funny
-Brave
-An awesome liar
-Can spot a lie from a mile away
-Swimming
Weaknesses-
-Peer Pressure
-Anger
-No Notion
-Rude
-Sarcastic
-Constant cursing (don't worry, she wont curse in this RP. :3)
-Guilt
-Nightmares
-Bad attitude
-Racism
Likes-
-The ocean
-Family
-Being lazy
-Being alone
-Dogs
-Turtles
-Guys
-Drinking
-Her cross necklace (She never takes it off)
-Getting into trouble
-Her hair
Dislikes-
-Wearing hats
-Wearing shoes
-Snobs
-Parental authority
-Know-it-all's
-Bossy people
-Cats
-Blueberries
-People
-Being told what to do
-Being treated with no respect
-Having insomnia
Fears-
-Spiders (arachnophobia)
-Death
-Sleeping
Other:
-Some parts of my form seem a bit mature, so just tell me if I need to edit anything. ^^;

[Smamm]

bearcoon ;; The forms are fine, no huge deal. I did have a question about your form though... Was your girl captured, or already a crew member? It sounds to me like already a crew member, which is totally fine! I just need youto add a rank for her. |3

dragonfly ;; |3 Would you like to be Spener's Quartermaster? You filled out your from before I edited it, because I figured the crew already on the ship needed to pick their positions. |3

time ;; accepted!

[Harpy•]

Username:
Ms. Bennington
Name:
Damon Jess Filtiarn
Nickname:
None, it's just Damon
Age:
Nineteen
Gender:
Male
Brief Description:
Damon is a rather tall man, ranging up to six feet six inches. He is evenly statured, well-muscled without looking like a monster; his muscles are more toned than pronounced. His jaw is angled and square, a pretty firm structure; the same goes for the rest of his face. His nose curves inward the slightest bit at the very tip, resembling something like a bird of prey, perhaps a hawk. His eyes are positioned where any eyes should be; just above the nose and in the center of the face. The color of them could be described as a common brown, but indeed they are an incredibly dark shade of this color...nearly black. They also seem to be incredibly deep, the black color of the pupil blending with the brown of the iris in the shadows, but becoming more pronounced in the light.
His lips are full without being too big; about medium sized, well proportioned, though his upper lip is just the slightest bit thinner than his lower one. He has somewhat larger hands, but with the addition of long agile fingers, they seem to be normal sized.
History:
Damon has been with the ship ever since his days as a cabin-boy, but before that, when he lived on the mainland...he has no recollection of those days. As far as he remembers, he has no parents and no family; he was most likely picked up by the ship's crew as an orphan and set to work for his food and keep.
He most definitely earned his keep during his many years aboard; he worked like a dog, cleaning cabins and swabbing the deck, serving food like a madman while hardly eating much himself. It was hard work, sometimes tedious, and always under-rewarding...but to him, it was worth it. He was able to be on the ship, with the one thing he loved above most other things; the ocean and all of its beauty.
The only interesting aspect to his history, or at least as he thinks, is one time, when he was twelve, only about four years of being on the ship. It was raging with wind and water outside; the ocean was throwing one of her infamous tempers. The Captain was darting around deck, shouting orders and enforcing them without mercy, knowing the fate of the entire ship rested on those orders. The crew worked like dogs tying ropes and untying ropes, moving them around and tying them to different posts and loops. It made Damon's head spin to see all of the action, standing there with broom in hand. The captain spotted him and shouted at him to get below deck, but the boy was awe-struck by the giant wave headed their way, smoothly flowing above all else, towering above the world, as it seemed.
He still doesn't remember anything for a few days after that. The other swabbers and cabin boys told him that he was found hanging over a mast's railing the next morning, blood dripping from a cut on the back of his head, and completely unconscious. They told him it took hours to make him come around again; Damon doesn't remember that, either. He only remembers sitting by the rail of the ship and staring out over the sea, calm and gently rocking the ship. No raging storm, or a tsunami wave that lifted him into the mastlines and draped him over them.
Personality:
Damon is a very determined individual, always working his hardest to impress the crew around him, and to be of use to the ship itself. He'll do anything to defend the ship and her well-being, and the crew who mans her as well. If his life is what it would take to save the ship and her crew, he would give it without a second thought. Selfishness and self-righteousness aren't part of his policy.
Damon is probably the least-disrespectful person on board, maybe. He's never used a curse in his life, nor a foul word; he doesn't think any person on earth worthy of something like a curse, though he is far from correct. In this way it could be said that he is innocent, but his dark, mature looks make him seem otherwise. He respects rank and authority to the highest of his ability, always obeying those above him and expecting obedience from those below; if there are any below or above to be had. {This will be edited accordingly upon the giving of his rank. :3}
One of the vices of Damon's is his temper. Though he is respectful and a hard-worker, his temper is shorter than a demon's if the circumstances are right...or wrong, depending on how this is viewed. When he is angered, or enraged {the two are of different degrees for Damon}, he'll fall silent, and will not speak a single word to any one person, any at all. It's best to not bother him at this time...he, unfortunately, is liable to snap. This has never happened before, but it very well could if the right...or again, wrong...person provokes him.
Damon is also an extreme romantic, though not many others know this. There are few, if any, females manning the ship, and if there are any, none have caught his attention. He does, however, have a secret daydream of meeting the girl he'd spend the rest of his life with...the one that he'd actually be willing to go to the mainland for. This thought shocks him still, that he'd even dream of it. The ship and ocean are all he's known, but he knows that for the right girl, at the right time, he'd leave the crew.
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Rank:
Gunner
Other:
Nope. (:

{{It's very much a WIP, as you can see. xD}}

[.:dragonfly:.]

{[Quatermaster sounds good. ^.^]}

[Smamm]

Ms. Bennington ;; Your form is actually perfect! I don't want anything super out there for this roleplay. |3 I usually do, but I'm really busy and don't have too much time, so my form is going to be very lazy and awful... I don't want to look lazy and all to everyone, because I can easily post 1,000 word posts, but I just don't have time or muse for applications. |P But anyways, please fill out the rank! |D Only the captured girls cannot fill out their rank. They'll be assigned. |3

Dragonfly ;; wonderful! |3

EDIT;;
Dragonfly ;; OHWAITWAITWAIT! I forgot to let Popcorns post her forms. |3 She is like, my other half for this roleplay, so It's only fair to let her claim it if she wants it. |3 She might want co-captain instead though, who knows!

[Harpy•]

{{Oh, I see. xP Okay, thanks! Erm...is First Mate taken? :3 I looked through the forms, briefly, granted, but I didn't see if it was or not.}}

[Smamm]

So far no, but I'm going to let Popcorns fill out her forms first. It's only fair she get's first pick since she helped me out with the roleplay. |3 If she doesn't take it though, it'll be first come first serve everyone!

[Harpy•]

{{Alrightey. (:}}

[.:dragonfly:.]

[{lol, thats fine it sounds fair. }]