--||Secuestrado||-- [Literate Pirate RP--Not Accepting]

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Edited! :3

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Accepted!

[.:dragonfly:.]

[{I thought Charlie was quartermaster? Oh well put him where ever you think is best. I'm not picky.]}

[Smamm]

Oh yeah... Forgot! |P Sorry, it's late here. |D Sorry Nala, but I did tell dragonfly if popcorns didn't take quartermaster Charlie could be quartermaster. Again, really sorry for the confusion. As for any more questions from this point on, please PM me everyone. The thread is getting a little spammy! |0

[Popcorns]

Username:
Popcorns
Name:
Nicholas Lismore
Nickname:
Nick
Age:
Seventeen
Gender:
Male
Brief Description:
Nicholas is about 5'5" and weighs about 130lbs, give or take a little. He has oak brown hair and creamy skin that has some dark tone from the sun. His eyes are a light sky blue that are normaly reserved for blond people. He's a bit lanky, not exactly the best to be in a fist fight with. He has enough muscle to weild a sword and perhaps a gun from time to time, but nothing more. His legs are quite meaty with strength-stronger then his arms that is- from running fro angery shop owners. His back is scattered with long scars from being lashed as a boy from his continous stealing.
History:
It's not sure where Nicholas was born, he himself doesn't know the full truth. Just the truth that basicly everywhere was his home. His father was a traveling merchent, so constintly on the move. His mother died from a illness when he was five, leaving Nick's father to take care of the boy as well as his job. The only time the young lad proved to be a handful was when the shiney, and beautiful items were left unatendded. When his father returned, Nick would have either broken the item or some how managed to hide it form sight from days on end. That's the only problem Nick was to his father; the boy enjoyed stealing the prized items for himself. He got punished many times for the act of stealing as he reached the duble didgits and ended up going after other merchents once his father started to sell pottery; the only thing Nick didn't like.
In the end, Nick grew tired of the same reactions. by the age of fifteen, his father had appeared in a sea-side town. There, a ship was docked that caught his eye. Feeling drawn to the black sails, Nicholas snuck on the ship to see what treasers laid there. With his arms full, he began his quick flee before being caught. He was though and was instantly givin lashes before his true jugdment came. It was only an hour before his father knew and pleaded for the Captin's mercy. The thing was, at the end of the talk, Nick was to surve as one of the crew to pay for the crimes he had comitted in the past; his father agreed and sent his son off to a life at sea.
Personality:
Nick is nothing but a loyal man to his captin, but to others he's a bit shaky with them. He tends to lurk about the ship when not having a job. Often during that time he's thinking of things that could aid him and only him. When in work, he's quite and focused on getting the task done. That's the main thing with Nicholas; he's not a major slacker. There's plenty of time to slack once the works done-which he does do- but when their's a task at hand he rather not get yelled at for being slow.
Aroudn the dinner table, Nick will talk up a storm about stories and events that happened that day. Just because he's at the bottom of the crew doesn't make him timid or sheepish like how some people think of the lowest person of the pack. He likes to do what everyone one else does. He has a tendency to get on other's nerves, but other than saying to much, Nick is overall quite balanced out in his mind.
Strengths-
Being a nomad; he doesn't get stressed about being an attached to a certin place.
His foot steps are silent
Improvising for things
Weaknesses-
He doesn't know how to read or write
He often acts before he thinks
His motto he takes to his heart;"Finder's keepers, losers weepers"
Likes-
Rum
Expensive items
Breaking things
Eating(who doesn't?)
Dislikes-
Snails
Being lashed
Having to teach someone new
Fears-
Starving to death
Being mocked of not being able to read or write
Rank:
Powder Monkey (Hehe, Love that name..)
Other:


Username:
Popcorns
Name:
Emiliano II Rowena
Nickname:
Emilio
Age:
Nineteen
Gender:
Male
Brief Description:
Emilio stands at about 5'11" from head to toe. He has black hair that comes to about his shoulders along with dark eyes to match. He has light brown skin that looks like dark sand. His cheeks bones aren't high unlike the other men in his family on his mother's side. He has a light stuble on the side of his cheek before it grows into longer facial hair around his chin. He has the same lightish stuble under his nose like a mustache. His hair is usally pulled back so that the sea won't make himself sting his eyes when his hair would make contact with his eyes.
His clothes are very basic, just a whtie flannel T-shirt suited for his position and pants easy to move around in. Only on some occasions that he wears shoes. If he must cover his feet, he'll slip on a pair of sandles instead. He enjyos the feeling of the stray ocean drops under his feet.
History:
Emilio was raised in Rome, Italy in the countryside. His mother, Cathrine, fell in love with a French soldier who was one of the French soldier to help the Pope ruler at the time. It was his job to make the few rebellions back down. Emilio's mother though was already pregnat from a mystery man. Afraid that her child would be killed for having no father or some other crazy thing, she lusted after the solider untill they married a month before Emiliano was born. Emilio was named secretly after his father, but his mother never told everyone. Her new husbend jsut expected that it was some person in her family that the boy was named after once it was offical that he was Emiliano II.
Emilio's childhood was peacful. Laughter filled his younger days before he was sent to work in the family's fields. His mother new husbend- the soldier who's name was Remus- one day left bakc to France with the rest of his fleet. During his absence, things were quite. It wasn't untill the day that his mother had gotten a letter that things stirred. Turned out that Remus' troops had been ambushed and no mercy was given. His mother in tears, they moved towards the Tyrrhenian Sea. It was there that Emilio joined the crew at age thirteen. Infact, he hadn't really joined, just hid himself alogn with another group of boys as a game. They ahd fallen asleep and next they knew, the crew had found them. Luckily, the crew sparred some of the young boy's life and made them do the chores and such, Emilio included. He never had met his mother since, wondering what she was doing, or if she was alive and happy. Maybe the letter about Remus had been wrong and he had returned to his mother somehow. But hopes can't always come true.
Personality:
Emiliano is a very sensable person with the higher ranking men. But with the women and the lowar ranked men, he tends to have brief conversatiosn with. It's almost impossible though in his eyes to leave a women unetended to do work, so eh tends to hover near by with a slight glare. He wasn't exactly on boared when the Captin insisted upon the captured, but Emilio had tried to look on the bright side. Now though, he tends to get frustrated easily over the smallest things. He can't help it really. It's how msot of the men are on the boat; hot-headed.
The Co-captin can easily be ruthless and have no mercy. He finds that it's just easier to eliminate the threat first then weaken it. His mind can stay together long eough tot hink out a plan, but he tends to just want to get things done the easiest way then the long way, so he often loses intrest in the group plan. He seems to have a huge competitive streak, which is his main downfall. He can't refuse a challenge, be it a gamble or a fight.
Strengths-
Skilled with a gun
Merciless; he doesn't crumble under guilt of killing another or such
Strong upper arms from climbing up towards the Bird's Nest when he was a Scout
Weaknesses-
Competitive
Hot-headed
Hovers by the women
Untrusting of the lowar ranks
Likes-
His crewmates
Crab
Winning
Dislikes-
Women(Oh yes we have a sexist)
Cabbage
Nobles
Fears-
To go home to Rome; what would he have there?
Being jumped and forced form the Ship

Rank:
First Mate/Co-Captin
Other:

[Tatterdemalion]

{{Quinn was captured by another ship when she stowed away on the merchant ship and later was again captured by this one. And Sorry, didnt know we had to add the rank for the girls, Quarter Master please :3}}

[Geronimo.]

Username: The Dungeon Mistress
Name: Katryana Felane
Nickname: Ry, Kat or Ana.
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Brief Description: Ry has midlength, windswept brown hair and dark brown eyes. She is about 5"8 and fairly thin, but has hidden muscles due to work. Ry likes to wear modest, dark coloured clothing that matches her olive skin tone, but is forced into "pretty" wrench dresses for work. She is part gypsy and has origins across Europe.
History: Ry was brought to the port at a young age when she and her family moved into one of the nearby peices of land. There they started a circus where the visitors to the port came and had their fortunes told, rode donkeys, stroked the dogs and watched the acrobatics. Ry mostly took part in the acrobatic and gymnastic displays, but helped out in the other jobs when she was told. This work gave her muscles and flexbility.
A while later, some of the port caught fire. The people blamed the gypsies and in revenge attacked them, killing the dogs and the donkeys. Most of the caravans were smashed and many gypsies were killed, Ry's father being among them.
She and her mother and sisters went to the taven and became wrenches for passing pirates and sailors. Ry was thirteen at this point. She flirted with sailors and poured them drinks, and sometimes bed them or stole from them if she was bid to. She religiously practised her gymnastics and acrobatics, and sometimes sailors and pirates showed her tricks with weapons.
When Ry was fifteen, her mother was killed in a drunken brawl. Now Ry began to seriously practise with weapons pickpocketed from pirates. She was one of the most popular wrenches for passing sailors now she had come into her womenly curves, while her sisters had already been married into rich families of merchants.
Now eighteen, she has been captured and taken onto a pirate ship for the first time. Let's hope she finds her sea-legs quickly.
Personality: Ry’s personality greatly depends on who she’s with, and what they happen to be speaking about.
Ry is normally quiet, but when she is with friends she will joke and laugh with them until someone she doesn't know or someone she doesn't like comes along. If Ry doesn't like someone she may be sarcastic, rude or just won't speak until she is bid.
She has a very bad temper and can get into heated arguments with anyone, especially over food or orders. She is irritable and can be insulting, with a selfish streak as well. Ry has little morals and can be ruthless when she wants to be.
She believes in looking after “number one”, but will help those in need with a rare tenderness and protect them with her life. Kindness is reached by close friendship, and love is rarer than anything due to her experience wrenching. She’s brave, and will never let you down, especially as her stubborn streak never lets her back down.
Ry likes her freedom and the freedom of others, but will obey orders with just a little fight. She likes to think of adventure, and enjoys acrobatics and the thrill that comes with fighting and theivery. Oddly, Ry is very superstious.
She’s broken really, and does need someone to look out for her.

Strengths-
-Acrobatic
-Knows about the poorer ports where pirates often dock
-Self-reliant
-Ruthless/No morals
Weaknesses-
-Selfish
-Doesn't trust easily
-Bad temper
-Stubborn
-Superstitious
Likes-
-Freedom
-Being away from the Tavern
-Having fun
Dislikes-
-Posh, rich people
-Cockyness
-Boredom
Fears-
-Sex or love
-People hating her for her gypsy origins
-Spiders and Cows.
Other: FINALLY FINISHED 8D

[amato]

[Its so hard to find pictures.. Its not like pirates wear what people wear today. ;3;]

WIP WIP WIP!

Username:
Sessko

Name:
Andres

Nickname: (optional)
Andy.. but he doesnt like that one.

Age:
16

Gender:
Male

Brief Description:
Andres is tall. It makes him look older, though. He's a twig, basically. He keeps his clothing simple, and dark. Anything like a t-shirt, he is easy-going and will go with it. Andres has a very constant fidget, he picks his nails and bruises their ends making them swollen looking.

History:
Andres was raised in a small town in Spain, after half of his family moved from the South Korean border. He was only a kid then, didnt know much of what was happening. His family also moved, and they stopped as the got around the norther Russian Border after a year and a half of moving. As the rest moved on, it caused his family to scatter a lot. His family taught him lots of things as they traveled, world history the most. He was taught two languages at basic, British English, and Korean witch he found hardest. His family started to become very distorted, and they scattered a bit themselves. His mother became very Alcoholic, and his dad left home very quickly. He taught himself from there. He did lots of things he wasnt supposed to do, and he got in lots of trouble, even served a year in prison because he couldnt smarten up.

He lived by a dock were ships stayed after they travel down a 1 mile wide river, and one of the Pirate ships were floating around. Apparently he was talked into staying.

Personality:
Andres is a quiet guy, kinda nervous now and then. He doesnt talk much to others.. He can be happy or shy, but within his mind most wouldnt want to know. He was pretty happy around the younger age, but as he progressed life for his family became very scattered, and he was left with alcoholic mother in an apartment after his dad left. Most of the rest of his family was dead or far from here he lived. Thus, he is self taught with no parents to really watch over him, making him closed off and shy.

Strengths-
Being left alone in fights, or managing to pick up a crummy lie so he can get out of the situation.
Being quiet, usually his fights starts when he speaks, or picks up a conversation that leads to something offensive.
- Quietness
- Quite witty
- His often Sarcasm
- His looks. B3
- Sometimes his dreams.

Weaknesses-
When he is against something he cant do, or when he doesnt know something thats important. It stresses him.
- His lying ability. He isnt best.
- His stick like figure.
- Being tall...
- Being snappy now and then.
- having a bad language now and then.

Likes-
Rain. Its fun to him to just sit there.. {Why? I dunno. Dont ask. XD} He adores sleeping. He could sleep for
days, no stop. Practically he's half dead. He now and then doesnt mind just sitting around, and he also doesnt
mind a few tasks to do.

Dislikes-
Being overloaded with work. On some days he is filled with his chores, and he attempts
to procrastinate and stall to make it spaced out for him. He is pushed like a slinky now
and then too, so it makes it hard for someone to respect him.

Fears-
Falling of high ledges. He hates high places, and if there is a chance of falling 110% no he will not come to see the view.

Rank:
Boatswain, and a little bit of side chores he gets, such as cleaning a room ect.

Other:
He is Bisexual.

~♥~♥~♥~

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Username:
Sessko

Name:
Ezra Se-plight

Nickname:
Ezz, Eza.. Ra. Rarely Light.

Age:
18

Gender:
Female.

Brief Description:
Skinny, very well figured and actually very educated. She isnt the poorest, but she knows family doesnt have much money left. She wears plain stuff, most of what her older sister used to wear. She has saved lots of her older sisters clothing before she ran from home, and was taken in by the crew. The situation she ran from left her with little PTSD, due to the problem. Usually she looks tired, and very slow now and then.

History:
Ezra was raised in a somewhat poor family, were they had up to very little money on a lucky day. But the used what they could, and owned a farm so it wasnt that bad. Her older sister was around 3 years older of age, and was always given the best while Ezra got most of the pass-downs and older stuff. She didnt find as picking favorites, but she did get jealous now and then.

Her farm was big, they had quite some animals, used for their food making and even now and then they sold the products they made, up to a mere 5$ a day. But they had to spend it on taxes their town had, and other things they constantly had to do. Ezra was located in the mountains of England, and her mom traveled the most while her dad took work around the farm and town, leaving her on her own on days.

Her family got a in fight once, they had to either move out of england or give away their farm. They all found either way they would go broke and starve. It got so bad her parents divorced and everything went hectic. Giving up, she stole what she needed and ran from her home, hopping on wagons that she could find, and riding on anything she could use. Boats, poor cars, horse wagon, anything. As she traveled as far as possible, stealing food and sleeping in the underside of porches, she managed to get as far as were one of the pirate ships were docked. They took her in, and she was willing to stay as long as she was fed.

Personality:
Quiet, though she may boast and brag now and then. She is shy around older members but she may get bossy around her age group. Constantly she is saying something sarcastic, and now and then she'll crack a mean joke. But most of her time she's quite to keep her mouth shut.

Strengths-
Being oldest. She feels more confident and proud of herself.
Her other strengths can be correct, usually she gets in fights on being right or wrong. She makes
up lies as quick as she can so she'll get her way, its a habit she picked up as she was traveling.
- Being bossy. She enjoys it.
- Her good ways around problems.
- Being lazy, she gets others to do things for her now and then.
- Though she is only poor, she acts like a prep who gets what she needs.

Weaknesses-
Either being under guilt, or against someone with a big ego. Guilt is her nightmare, she knows its wrong, but she tries as best as she can to hoard all the feelings somewhere besides her heart. Against someone with a big ego isnt something she would want to do, though she might let it slide and it all starts.
- Her hair. People assume she is the devil's advocate.
- Her looks. She either gets ugly stares, or awkward stares...
- Her attitude. She gets pissy easily, and
it causes attention she doesnt need.

Likes-
Being right, and when she wants to be alone, it means she wants to be alone. She likes it when she is looked up to, or in charge and has at least everybody paying attention to what there supposed to be doing.

Dislikes-
Having to be told to wait, or have to be in front of a very large crowd. She is kinda shy, depending on what it is she's doing. Its okay to her if its a few people or friends, but its crowds she hates. She is also very impatient. Ezra cant stand to have to wait. She hates her vivid dreams too, they scare her during the night a lot..

Fears-
Her dreams. Anything else but dreams are fine to her, but its her nightmare that make the worst out of her. Thats why she looks tired most the time, she rarely get sleep, and she really assumes it PTSD over whats happened to her back when she was still with family.

Other:
She likes sour things... o__e

[Twix :3]

x3 I finally finished up my form. I got too caught up in the moment, and I wanted to expand on her past a bit. |D
Exept it might be too mature for CS, now that I think of it. But it's just a part of life; some people's lives are actually like that.

[Venture]

|3 'elloo! I hope it isn't too late to join, and I hope meh girl isn't too terribly un-original. They usually tend to have some sort of tramatic event in their life, huh? |D Buuut, it's more fun that way. hurhur.

PIC COMING SOOOON. |3 pinky promise.

Username:
Venture
Name:
Bethany Elliott
Nickname:
Beth, Bethie
Age:
17
Gender:
Female
Brief Description:
er.. to be filled in when I find an image. c|
History:
Beth lived - and still lives - a charmed life in the bustling city of London. Her father is an important man, making enough money for the entire family to allow them to live extremely comfortable, if not plush, lives. She has always been able to get everything she's ever wanted and more, with just one look at her father. It would be nice to say that Beth was humble and did not take advantage of this priviledge, but that would be a lie. That is not to say that she was a completely vain and concieted girl, for she was aware of the poverty and famine around her much more than her family was. And at times she would attempt to help, but her father acted as a brick wall, blocking her from doing anything and not to be knocked down. Even though the firey passion to help had simmered down, it still remained. But it remained ignored.
For her 9th birthday, Bethany asked for only one thing: a horse. The day of her birthday, she was led outside blindfolded, and when the scarf was untied from around her head she found herself gazing at the most majestic, beautiful chestnut Thoroughbred mare she had ever laid eyes on. For years Bethany practically slept in the stables, and only allowed herself to be carried to bed when she was at least half asleep already. Riding became her passion, and her escape. The duties of coming from a family with money seemed far more burdonsome for her than her two sisters, as she would much rather be on the back of her horse, cantering through orchards or strolling through open fields.
This passion nearly killed her one day, when she was only 15 years of age. Like many nights, Beth was still in the stable long after everyone else had fallen asleep, stroking the velvety gray of her horse's muzzle and feeding her bits of apple and carrot. After a while, once she had learned that no one would be coming to retrieve her, Bethany entered her horse's stall and sat against the wall. Sometime during the night, a stranger - whose identity still remains unknown - lit it on fire. Bethany, who had been fast asleep when the flames began to swallow up the barn, was still inside as the fire grew nearer to the stall. She was still inside when the roof began to cave and the walls crumble. Still inside when her horse spooked from a falling beam afire and struck her head, causing her to lose consciousness.
She survived the deadly fire, which claimed numerous horses' lives (including her horse's), but still has the burns to prove what happened. The scars cover her right shoulder blade, and run halfway down her back. Ever since that dreadful summer night, Beth has worn clothes that cover every inch of the burns, making sure that no one can see the permanent marks from the blaze.
Personality:
After the fire, Bethany changed in such a way that could not be reversed by just anyone. She used to laugh and loved to play with whoever would play with her, and was rarely found without a smile on her face. Now, she is rarely found with a smile. There is no reason for her to smile anymore, because now the world seems like such a dark and dangerous place to be. The young innocence that once made her so sweet and kind is mostly gone, leaving a girl who has not known the hardships of being poor and living without, but knows the hardships of extreme pain and living as a target for all who dislike her father. The fire made her hard and unstrusting, and she never really lets in new people. She stopped going to the stable to see the horses, and stopped going out to parties and dancing. She used to love to dance and listen to music, but now it all seems dull and flat. It carries no meaning anymore. Beth is tougher now, and not much can bother her. At least, not that she lets people see. She takes everything in, much like a sponge would, and carries it around with her for a long time after. Every comment, every hurtful remark, does affect her. But she does not let it show. But she is scared, and is always aware of every little thing going on around her.
Strengths-
High pain tolerance
Very observant
Will not let emotions get in the way
Loyal to the few she trusts
Witty

Weaknesses-
Does not easily trust
Scared
Short temper

Likes-
Horses
Dancing
Music
Rain
Romance
Reading
The wind
The country
Open space
Quiet

Dislikes-
Crowded areas
Confined spaces
Chaos
People constantly asking her how she is

Fears-
Fire (duhr)
Knowing that maybe no one will ever care enough to get past her walls, and that it will be all her doing if that happens
Other:

WIP. I still need a picture, and I'm prolly still gonna add to the Strengths/Weaknesses/Likes/Dislikes stuffs |3