•The Sea Viper• (Pirate Rp~Semi-Lite~Open)

[Ladylewind]

{The only stuff about this I can google is about Runescape, so, if you don't mind me completely bsing my way through this.... XD}

[Ladylewind]

Joshua Harrison, Able Sailor, 22, Single / Brig / With: Thea / Tag: Aisha
Joshua reached through the bars, grabbing the kit from Aisha with a little force than he meant to. He didn't take any time to apologize for ripping the bag from the young girl. Instead, he opened it, digging through it, searching. He gripped the correct antidote, frowning as he paused to look at it. If they were wrong, if this were a different poison... then this would be useless, it may even make it worse... He handed the vial to Aisha, "She needs to take this." He didn't look at either of them, merely thrust his hand through the bars.

[jabberwock]

Tнєa Яо$a Дldёґ₴оп
21 | Female | Quarter Master
Thea gave a soft cough. She knew she would probably start convulsing soon. It was a poison she'd seen in action before. The antidote in itself was a poison too but the mixture made it neutral. How had she even been poisoned in the first place?

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{ Hey, can I reserve an able sailor position? I will have it up either today or tomorrow. }

[Ladylewind]

{I'm sure Sky will do so. ^^}

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{ Do you think I can get a short summary of what's gone on recently so I can form a character that will work well with the activity? }

[Ladylewind]

I'll PM it.}

[~*Malec*~]

(sorry for not posting in a while. School's been hectic. Recap? and a possible place for me to jump in?)

[Ladylewind]

(sorry for not posting in a while. School's been hectic. Recap? and a possible place for me to jump in?)

Josh and Thea could use some help in the brig. Thea's dying and Josh is locked up. Aisha's trying to help but, she isn't certain what to do. So, Josh attacked Rosie. He's in the brig. Thea's been poisoned. They've got antipoison but, Aisha's the only one who is able to deliver it and she doesn't understand.}

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ｔｈｅ ｉｍｐｏｒｔａｎｔ？

ｎ ａｍｅ;;
lorien amador - call her ren.


ｇ ｅｎｄｅｒ;;
female


ａ ｇｅ;;
ren is somewhere between twenty-one and twenty-two...she believes.


ａ ｐｐｅｒａｎｃｅ;;
Ren stands around 5'4 and weighs...she really has no idea. It's been years since she last worried about that. She has a strong but not large build and moderately tanned skin. Her eyes are dark olive green; her hair is long (barely past mid-back) and deep chestnut colored. Her clothes are simple ones, brown pants and half length boots, a simple white blouse under a sleeveless tunic reaching halfway from her waist to her knees and held by a belt, and a gray ankle length coat.

ｂ ｅｈｉｎｄ ｔ ｈｅ ｓ ｋｉｎ:


ｓ ｅｘｕａｌｌｙ ａ ｔｔｒａｃｔｅｄ ｔ ｏ;;
No one


ｐ ｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ;;
Ren is the perfect picture of a street rat even as an adult. She keeps to herself quietly, concealing her past and doing her job as well as she can. That is not to say that she is not friendly. She is quite willing to strike up a conversation as long as it doesn't focus on her or anything about her that isn't entirely professional. With a dagger and a pouch full of self-made darts hanging from her waist, she isn't afraid to protect herself or those she feels any sort of good relationship with. While she often seems stone faced and cold, sometimes she can not hide the stronger emotions such as fury or hate.


ｈ ｉｓｔｏｒｙ;;
Orphan by birth. Ren's father died before she was born, and her mother died as she was born. No family existed to care for her so she was taken in by an orphanage. Once she was six years old her brother, Ragas, tried to take care of her by hiding in the alleys and stealing money and food. He was killed by a guard dog when she was eleven. From there she learned to fend for herself. Preferring honest work over thievery Ren became a blacksmith's apprentice at thirteen, basically mastering the art by sixteen. When the blacksmith died Ren was sent away once again alone. She managed to find a place on a poor merchant's ship as a sort of cabin girl and learned the ropes there until the merchant gave up the business and sent all the crew on their way. For the months since she again lived the life of a thief, waiting for a ship to sail in on which she might find a place.


ｏ ｔｈｅｒ;;
rank, able sailor