|Bilge Rats| (A Pirate RP ~ Semi-Lit ~ Now Open)

[Keriae]

(I will not be online from this Saturday to next Friday as I am going on holiday.)

[pastel.bun]

People like Us, we gotta stick Together.
Keep your head Up, Nothing lasts Forever.
Here's to the Damned, to the Lost and Forgotten!
It's hard to get High when you're living on the Bottom.

Name;; "I just told you, it's Dusk. I was born with that name and I'm sticking to it. And if you're looking for a last one, you're wasting your time. Don't ask me why-my parents were the one who named me that. Better than some of the dumb-arse names my shipmates have."
Age;; "Age is just a number, dear. A useless one at that. I admit keeping track of each year is a tedious task that I'm not very good at, but I'd say I'm about 22....I've long since stopped celebrating my birthday on this ship."
Gender;; "Female, Gal, Girl, Miss, however you want to say it."
Orientation;; "You fall in love with the person, not the gender. I'm Bisexual, I'll go for guys or gals. And if your next question is regarding my relationship status, I'm single and free, no crush either."



Personality;; "Obviously, I ain't no girly-girl. The seas is no place for a Princess. I'm tough, I'm real, and I'm good with a sword. You can expect that I'll give it to you straight-up; no sugar-coating bad news for me. That's not to say that I won't lie-because I will. Everyone lies, so what's the big deal? Now, you may be getting the impression that I'm a know-it-all or I'm all talk and no walk, so push that right out of your head now. I'll kick your arse over-board, don't think I will. I can be a bit cocky, alright, I'll admit that, but I have good reason to be proud. This ship is my life and I've given everything to it. I accept that we're all a bunch of misfits, but these are my people, and people like us gotta stick together, whether we like it sometimes or not. So, is that enough for you?"
History;; "Touchy subject for most, but I'll tell ya, why not? I was born on the mainland into a family of Gypsies....Yeah, I kinda still have that look about me, huh? Anyways, when I was about 10 we got raided by these bandits while we were crossing the gorge....I managed to hide, but everyone else wasn't so lucky. I woke in the wreckage of whatever wasn't valuable enough to deal with and...Well, I was the only survivor of the attack, besides one of our horses. I wandered around on horseback for a while and found a sea-side town. Sold the horse and made a living how I could until a few years ago.....I was working on a merchant ship when it was raided by the Bilge Rat. I was invited aboard because someone liked how I put up a fight to them, and I accepted. This ship and the sea have been my life ever since."



Appearance;; "I gave you a picture, but what the heck? I have long black, slightly wavy hair I keep back in a bandanna. I have blue eyes and dark brown eyebrows. I like to wear beads, rings, and dangling earrings, though nothing that would interfere with battle too much. I wear a half-shirt and pants, not to mention my belt where I keep my sword, knife, compass and pipe...I have very few changes of clothes, so you'll usually see me in the same stuff."
Position;; "I'd like to be the Boatswain."



Likes;; "I enjoy smoking a pipe when we have the stuff on board, I of course enjoy the sea, adventure is always a must, I go for a beer often, I can be a bit of a monkey climbing around the ship as I'm doing my duties and checking things out. Umm...Favorite colors are blue and red. Not really anything else...."
Dislikes;; "Disorder on deck, fights, torn or broken equipment, when we're out of beer or tobacco, those who give up hope, those who loose their fight, and anyone who gives up really. We're the fighters here, not the doormats."

They can't do nothing to You,
They can't do nothing to Me,
This is the Life that we Choose,
This is the Life that we Bleed!
So throw your Fists in the air!
C'mon, come out if you Dare!
Tonight we're gonna change Forever.

I didn't choose the Pirate Life,
It chose Me.
But what Choice do I have
Other than to Enjoy it?

Name;; "Hi, I'm Eric Shaun!"
Age;; "I'm 14....I know, I look small, but trust me, I'll be big someday."
Gender;; "I'm a guy...I didn't think that I looked girly...."
Orientation;; "I like girls, but probably not anytime soon..."



Personality;; "I...I guess you could say I'm kinda shy at first. I won't argue too much and am usually quite obedient....I'm smart, too, though as a Cabin Boy I can rarely show that off. Despite being small I try with all my might, and one day know I'll get the chance to show myself. I use it to my advantage, though. It helps to steal and I often spy on the others. They think just because I'm little it means I can't know how to or do what they can, but I'll give anything a shot, because I want to be a fighting Pirate one day. You could say I'm quite determined....But I also have a good sense of humor and I'll crack jokes, and it gets me out of trouble sometimes."
History;; "My dad was a merchant, and he always warned me about the pirates, but I couldn't help admire them and see them for what they really are; better than us. But I always wished for my dad's safety anyways. But...It didn't work. One day he just never came back. I accepted his death surprisingly easily, maybe because I still believe in a little part of myself that he's not dead-just lost. But, I know the real world isn't like that. Anyways, one of my dad's friend's took me in his care, but his ship was raided. I jumped into the sea so I wouldn't get hurt-and I think I was the only survivor. I drifted for a while with this barrel that had been thrown overboard-but one day the Bilge Rat came close and I clung onto the anchor chain. They didn't notice me until they were hoisting up the anchor and found me, looking like a drowned rat, clinging to the old metal. They would've killed me I think, but I had my knife with me that my father gave me and I tried putting up a fight back. I guess the captain liked my spirit and she took me into her crew. I had heard many tales of the Hellhound-and she wasn't quite what I expected. But, appearances can be deceiving..."



Appearance;; "Like I mentioned, I'm small for my age, and probably will be forever....I have short dark brown hair, almost black, but in the light you can see it's brown...I'm light and lean, but it's not really from the scrappy meals, it's just how I am, but there's some muscles on these bones...Sometimes I put a rag that you could consider a shirt on, but mostly it's just me and my shorts, which are full of pockets holding different things. I'm Asian of origin, though I can't remember where Dad said Mom came from. I'm also told I have big ears...."
Position;; "I'm the Cabin Boy, but I'm working my way up to Sailor."



Likes;; "Dark blue, animals, clouds, getting away with stealing, knives, whittling...Yeah, I whittle in my spare time..."
Dislikes;; "I'm not fond of killing, but I guess I'll get used to it someday...I hate seeing animals wounded or killed though, and I'll always try to help them. Alcohol tastes nasty, I don't know how the others drink that stuff, or why really. Not really much else."

Last words are stupid.
No one's going to remember you
By what you said last,
But what you did first.

[~Firebird Rising~]

{Accepted! A cabin boy would be great, too!}

[pastel.bun]

{ Alright, I'll start working on him and add him to my form.
And if you haven't noticed-I was listening to Kelly Clarkson's song, People Like Us, when I created her form. :3 }

[~Firebird Rising~]

{I figured that. :3 He's accepted too!}

[pastel.bun]

{ Bump !

[~Firebird Rising~]

{Bump! I think if no one else joins by tomorrow, we can start. We can catch up Keriae when she gets back.}

[Keriae]

(I will not be online from this Saturday to next Friday as I am going on holiday.)

(I'm back now ^.^)

[~Firebird Rising~]

{Awesome! I meant to start earlier this week... but I got sidetracked. >.< We can start now, though! ^^}

{:|Captain Maggie Fletcher|:}

The Hellhound stood steady on the very prow of the Bilge Rat, one foot on either side of the keel, so she could get a feel for the movement of the ship. Her hands were sternly on her hips, head held high as she kept her eyes on the distant horizon, the deep blue of the ocean painted in rich hues of orange, red, violet, and gold by the rising sun's glow. The bows dipped down slightly as the ship rode over a wave, sending a spray of salt water up onto the deck that splashed Maggie's face and jacket. She didn't mind. She was part of the sea, and the sea was part of her, in her mind, so she didn't mind getting a little wet.

It was a gorgeous day, with a good strong wind, so Maggie knew that they had an easy day of sailing ahead of them. Satisfied, she turned away from the horizon and back towards the main decks of the ship, scanning them to see who out of her crew was already up and, hopefully, for their sakes, doing their duty.

[Keriae]

⚓ ＴＥＭＰＥＳＴ ＲＩＶＥＲＳ
pirate ⚓ twenty-two ⚓ master gunner
She could see the captain from where she stood facing the railings on the main deck. But Tempest was not standing around idly, staring at the ocean. No. Next to her was one of the ships many cannons, freshly cleaned and gleaming. In fact, all of the cannons above deck were; she'd been up since the middle of the night, unable to sleep. Some other person had been on watch, but she'd set about cleaning the artillery. However, the master gunner had kindly left the cannons below deck mucky and covered with grime so that the deck apes called the crew could do it; her back was already aching from the hard work and sweat beads glistened on her forehead under her matted blonde hair. A streak of grime ran across her cheek.

As the ship rocked with the motions of the waves, she turned around and headed towards the bow where Captain Fletcher was stood; although Tempest simply preferred to call her Maggie whenever she could. Stopping next to the formidable woman, she leaned against the small section of railing and crossed her arms. "Good morning," she may be a pirate, but she still had manners! "A fine day's sailing ahead. When that pack of mangy dogs rouse I'll set some of them cleaning the cannons below decks. Then I think I'll go check how much gunpowder we have and sharpen some pikes." she commented, breathing deeply through her nose.