[tiny little box]

Captain Rocker and her band of misfit freaks

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Name:Captain Erin Rocker
Gender:Female
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She is a ragtag Gal who ditched the dresses and her soon to be husband to join the pillaging of the seven seas.Captain Rocker once lived in the kingdom of Holdenbourg,a city by the sea.She was only known for being the daughter of a very wealthy noble.She was taught how to be a proper young lady that was taught to only behave.Do what would make her dad proud.

When it was time to marry she refused.Which spiraled into a huge debate in the kingdom.In a cluster of panic she ran away into the night.Leaving all her riches and family behind her.

Erin looked at herself sadly through the mirro that laid across her room.She had never thought she would see the day where she would get married off to man she never even met.It was cruel.The thought of falling in love and being with someone that would make you’re heart sing now seemed like a impossible goal.A fantasy to the highest degree.

The news that the young lady needed to get married was delivered to her by her parents.At first this seemed like a joke.But as her father explained to her on what was happening,Erin’s admiration and pride in her father was starting to slip away from her.And because she couldn’t keep her tongue she was casted away to her room.Not allowed to come out until she was to meet her husband.

The panicked viscet paced around the room.Her paws shakily messing with the flows mane that curled around her ears.There seemed no way out of this...this nightmare.

She had always thought she would grow up to make her own decision. Wanting to be spared from being traded off like cattle.But fathers wealth was running low and he was forced to give up his most prized possesions.At least that's what Erin thought.

As the frazzled maiden wondered her room there was a simple and quiet knock that intturupted her thoughts.The sounds of paper scarping under her door and footsteps walking away.With shake paws she retrieved the letter

With great pride we are gathered to the marriage of Lady Erin and Sir Harrison.
Formal attire is required

Anger.Pure anger.She ripped up the invitation in a fit of rage.Tearing the fancy letter into bits.But it wasn't enough.No it was never going to be enough.

That's what got her here.A sheet stuffed full of clothes and vaulables,dangling on the side of the balcony.She eventually climbed down clumsily.Nearly dropping all of her things.
"God...what am I doing" she said shakily.Lugging the sack over her shoulder.

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[lex]

username: lex
name: the viper
true name: erin
gender: female/dfab
sexuality: lesbian

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In reality, the Viper is
a vigilante. Her targets
primarily consist of major
criminals. With her many
connections, it’s not too
difficult for her to pick
her targets. She doesn’t
go after smaller offenders
because she has bigger
fish to fry.

To most, her brand of
justice seems too far. And,
who knows? Perhaps it is.
Perhaps one day the Viper
may meet her own justice.

Until then, she will
continue in her set ways.

The tavern was full, but it wasn’t loud. It was a place of whispers, with the exception of only a few loud drunkards. The bartender idly poured drinks as the sound of mutters mixed in with the notes of a lute. With careful inspection, you could find a solitary figure leaned against the wall in the corner of the room, holding the instrument. The tavern seemed guarded, and perhaps a little shady, but even still there was a sense of... relaxation. Almost.

The door opened and a figure clad in dusty, black clothes strides in with an air of laid-back confidence. As she strode forward, silence and distrustful stares followed her in waves. This woman—this stranger—was not welcome here. No one actively spoke against her, but the silence was answer enough for her presence.

The stranger strode confidently to the bartender, slapping parchment down on the wooden table. She reached for her belt and pulled out a small, fabric pouch, dropping it on the paper.

“I’m looking for information on the Viper,” she said firmly. The bartender gave her a skeptical expression, shrugging and cleaning out a metal tankard.

“I ain’t got nothin’,” she said nonchalantly. “Wouldn’t give you nothin’ even if I did.”

“Don’t give me that. There’s nothing that happens in this place that you don’t know about. Now—” The figure saw something out of the corner of her eye, and heard a thin, recognizable noise. She barely had time to move out of the way before a sword swept down. The blade dug slightly into the wooden bar where she had stood only moments prior.

Before her stood a figure with a leather strap around her torso, tying a wooden lute to their back. A hat and a bandanna hid their face, and a long cape behind them concealed their long, lashing tail. They pulled back the sword slowly, raising their head until she could see two golden eyes. They met and she barely had a moment to gaze into them before the sword slashed at her again.

“Looking to make some quick coin, hm?” the muffled voice of the attacker asked, swiping at her as she drew her own blade. A clang resounded from the room as steel met steel, but she was forced back a step. Her enemy was strong, and with slow realization it struck her who it was.

“You,” she said with a growl, parrying a blow and pushing it off to the side. “You’re the Viper. The one I’ve been looking for.”

“Perhaps I am, Red,” the Viper responded, driving her back with strike after strike. She looked behind her when she felt wood brush her paw, glancing by at the table behind her. Immediately she pushed herself up onto the table, gaining the high ground. Then she kicked the Viper firmly in the nose.

Her opponent recoiled, one hand reaching up to hold their nose, before they growled. In a quick moment, they reached forward and slammed the butt of their sword into the table, knocking it to the side. Red dropped to the ground, staggering but not off her feet yet. Unfortunately the Viper sprinted forward, raising their sword for another blow. Red hissed as the blade sank into her side. Pinpricks of pain radiated from the slash, but she wasn’t done for yet. She grabbed a plate and tossed it like a wooden frisbee at the Viper, who ducked beneath it. Red expected this. She lunged forward and slammed the blunt edge of her sword into the Viper’s stomach, winding them. They hissed, briefly stunned just long enough for Red to knock the sword away from their gloved hands and aim her own at the Viper’s throat.

Silence ensued, before Red spoke. “Are you coming willingly, or am I going to have to force you, snake?”

The Viper did not directly respond. “Do you even know who I am?” they snapped, not daring to move. “Do you know what I do?”

“You are a murderer. A criminal. A wanted man.”

“Are you any better?”

Red smirked. “Yes, actually. I am.” Then she reached forward, knocked the hat off of the Viper’s head and yanked the bandanna down. She blinked when the viscet looked up at her, looking more annoyed than anything.

“I have a question for you, Red.” Without the mask, the Viper’s voice was clearer. It was accented, and it was feminine. “Do you think for yourself? Are you your own?” The Viper leaned forward until the point of Red’s sword threatened to break skin. “Or are you merely someone else’s dog?” Her gaze went to the side, looking slightly beyond Red. “I think… I think I know.”

Red glanced to the side, and immediately the sword was shoved away. The Viper struck, lunging forward and knocking Red to the ground. They tumbled into a heap while Red tried to shove the Viper off, but her opponent was still strong. The Viper reached over, grabbing a glass bottle, and raised it above her head. She slammed it down and it broke with a crash on Red’s temple.

Her struggles faltered and her vision blackened. She was conscious enough to see the Viper stand, and she heard a distant voice.


“Think about that before you jump to your next conclusion.”

Then, the world faded into nothingness.

wc: 887
total: 985

[toshinori]

res!

[-Shaded-]

Username: -Shaded-
Name: Viper
Gender: Female
limited impress me

Res with a Bandit!
Lives in hot/dry places and robs people
She's a bad kiddo oops

[T h e M a r t i a n]

username;; T h e M a r t i a n
name;; Alabaster "Viper" Viridian
gender;; Male

background story;;



ideas;;
- bounty hunter/hit man. very skilled and highly sought after.
- originally raised in the northern west Sahara in Egypt. Now travels a lot due to his occupation.
- receieved the nickname Viper for how quick and quiet he strikes.
- also received the nickname for his immunity to all known poisons and the fact he has fangs of a snake and poison of a viper. (this is a big maybe)

[Snuggle_Bean]

Dropping

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xxThree forms stood at the head of the court; the two males on either side of a weakened younger female. They held their heads high, eyes darkened; not letting their emotions through. The female was leaning closer to the silvery-grey male, chin against her chest fluff. Her shoulders were slumped, her usually graceful tails limp against the ground. These three were the 'founders' of the major realms; Ethereal, Klerotha, and Ishemorta. And they weren't here for some little get together; they were here on account of treason, and even attempted murder.

xxThe darker colored male turned his gaze as the guards glided in effortlessly, their criminal shuffling awkwardly behind; weighed down by chains. Earrings glinted on her long ear, a smug look radiating from her eyes as she tried to step with grace, chest puffed out almost in pride. The cuffs weighed down her form, causing her attempt to be a bit awkward. Though, she raised her gaze to the darker colored male; who was known as Wraith, a grin tugging her lips as she held back a dull laugh. The tri-tailed female didn't move at the sound of the other approaching, her body racked with a fit of shivers. Exchanging dark looks, the oldest of the two brothers stepped forward.

xx"Glad to have you join us today, Viper. Or, well, should I say; Beatrix? You know quite well why we have brought you here before the three of us; chained at that," Wraith, lord of Ishemorta, snarled out in a deep voice. Beatrix's blood boiled at the name, a scowl etching deep into her visage. She hadn't heard the name in years, though it did stir something within her. She lifted her head higher, trying to smooth out the hatred boiling beneath her skin.

xx"Lord Wraith, you are being way too harsh abou-"

xx"Too harsh!? If I were being too harsh about this, Beatrix, we wouldn't be having this court meeting. You'd already be DEAD!" Wraith suddenly roared, voice booming within the grand room. Beside him, Adriesta cringed faintly at the volume of his voice, lifting her head as best she could from Lord Xelemis's shoulder. He curled his lips back in a nasty snarl as he glared down at the convicted female, who simply raised a brow at him as if she were bored.

xx"Oh... just because I tried to poison your little... friend there, doesn't mean anything, really. I had someone come to me because they wanted her gone. Out of the picture. I can't say who; I value the privacy of my clients after all." Beatrix spoke, words flowing off her tongue like silk. She acted as if her claws were far more intriguing than this court case, running them over her chest fluff to shine them. Wraith's jaw clenched, squinting hard at her. Even though he was the founder of the realm to be considered the Hell of the three; Wraith still semi-respected the other two beside him. Before he could speak, he looked up as his younger brother spoke.

xx"Beatrix, I do not think you understand the case at hand. You attempted to assassinate a goddess; and a highly respected one at that. Attempting to do this, and almost succeeding, is treason. While that isn't quite that hard to understand, I think you need to get it through your thick head that this could cause you your life." Xelemis spoke lowly, ears flicking back as he stared down at Beatrix. She returned his gaze, a dark smile tugging her lips as she listened to him ramble.

xx"Oh, but I do know the severity of this... crime. I'm not saying I didn't do it, as I'd prefer my name to be all over the death of the founder of Klerotha." Beatrix hummed lowly, gaze now trained on the subject of her sentence. Adriesta weakly lifted her head, dull gaze landing on Beatrix. This time, the one who spoke took the convicted female by surprise.

xx"I.. I understand that you know your reason to be here and what.... what could happen. This case is not something to take lightly and hopefully, at the end, we can all be in agreement. But.. I forgive you, in all honesty, Beatrix. While I may still be recovering from your attempt, I've... decided to join the other two founders to put in my decision." Adriesta spoke slowly, rising to stand fully. Beatrix quickly hid her shock before she glared, ears curled back.

xx"And what exactly is your decision, your highness?" Beatrix spat out, venom dripping as hatred began to grow further beneath her skin. Adriesta shuffled before lifting her head high, no emotion slipping as she regained momentary strength. Beatrix readied herself to hear the sentence, mimicking the action by lifting her head high, eyes steel guarded.

xx"Beatrix of Ewisia, or better known as Viper... I have made my decision on what we, the three founders, should do with you on the account of treason and attempted murder. From this moment on, you, Beatrix, will be my apprentice and a representative to Klerotha." Adriesta spoke, head high as she dipped her head. Beatrix froze, jaw-dropping as she was unable to register the words that left Adriesta. She had just attempted to murder this female... and now she was being made her apprentice!?

xx"Are you crazy!?" Beatrix suddenly cried out, body tense as she stared up at the three. The witnesses in the room fell silent to their own horror and shock to what Lady Adriesta had said. There was no way Beatrix would ever be her apprentice! This had to be some sick joke.

xx"Questionable at times, but no. This is serious. By doing this, we hope you will learn better ways." Adriesta spoke, before stepping back as the case was closed. Beatrix was left in shock, eyes wide as the guards moved to guide her out and prepare her for her trip to Klerotha.


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Xelemis, Adriesta, Wraith [Lord Ishemorta] -- owned by me

[jolteon]

bump c:

[jolteon]

closing in about a week! lemme know if anyone needs an extension c:

[fromage]

dropping to see the winner <33