Ｔｈｅｙ ａｒｅ ｃａｌｌｅｄ Ｐｉｒａｔｅｓ.

[Greenleaf]

ｔｈｅ ｙｏｕｎｇ ｔｏｐｍａｎ
Meet Lenwood Greene, an able-bodied topman who is barely seventeen. For three years he has been a faithful hand before the mast of the Vulcan's Wrath.

Lenwood (or Len for short) was born in England to a very poor family. Shortly after his mother died, his father cast him out and he became a street urchin, an orphan for all that he cared. For many weeks six-year-old Len wandered the streets, and was forced to beg for his food, until by chance a kindly old woman adopted him and took him in. When he grew older he was apprenticed to a swordsmith, and it was through this art of making weapons where he learned how to handle a blade himself.
Everything changed, however, when he was ten. He had been delivering swords to a ship's crew that had ordered them when he found himself abruptly seized by navymen. Thus, he ended up as a powder monkey, shanghaied into service and forced to work beneath a commanding Navy officer's iron fist. It was by this cruel act, however, when he was first introduced to the coy mistress that is the Sea.
Compressed as he was, stuck on the HMS Venture, he found himself relishing work and hardship on that Navy vessel. On the endless ocean of freedom, that was how he found out where he truly belonged.
Things took a turn for the worst after a year and a half or so serving on the Venture. On one fair day they happened to be attacked by the scourges of the sea - pirates. The Venture certainly did attempt to fight, but the pirates outnumbered them literally ten to one, and soon had the navy ship looted out. Twelve-year-old Len was kidnapped along with a few other sailors, previously intended to be held for ransom. The kidnapped were forced to work for that pirate ship, a fair-sized sloop called the Storm, doing the most mundane and dirty chores, such as cleaning out the bilges. Time passed, and the money poured in. Slowly the prisoners left, one by one, until only poor Len was left. No one had answered the ransom, and as he was faced with the choice of death or serving permanently beneath the Storm, Len agreed to sign the ship's articles if only to save his own life.
More time passed, and Len found himself actually liking the life of a pirate. It was infinitely freer than working with the Navy, he polished up his sword skills, and his new mates were agreeable and friendly to their new cabin boy,
Ironically enough, it was a storm that eventually brought the Storm down to the depths. When Len turned fourteen, they were hit by a typhoon that wiped out the entire crew of the Storm. Len found himself clutching to a piece of wreckage, when he was found and picked up by a frigate ship, which was another buccaneer crew who happened to be the Vulcan's Wrath. Since then, he has served beneath the Vulcan.

Greene, unlike other young men his age, is thoughtful and oftentimes quiet. Despite his skill with a blade, he doesn't enjoy fighting, and despite his pirate life has not yet killed anyone. Even though he couldn't afford to be educated as a youth, he is a fair-spoken man due to the training that was hammered into him during his Navy years. He is fairly good with a blade, can climb like a monkey in the rigging but unfortunately is not the best at swimming, something that gives him a bad disadvantage.
He is obedient and friendly, but possesses a surprisingly spitfire temper if one provokes him enough. He can be extremely stubborn at times, as well.

He has a mop of curly blond-brown hair that hangs down to his shoulders, but he often keeps it tied up. He is English, though his skin has tanned him considerably due to his time in the sun. He is of average height.
He is dressed in traditional sailor's garb; a dingy white shirt with a plain waistcoat overtop, loose black trousers, a weatherworn green bandanna and faded brown knee-high boots that are folded over at the top, though he doesn't often wear the latter especially while performing his duties as topman. His sword he keeps at his belt at all times.

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[Lady Grifter]

XXXXThe QueenXXXX

"Behind every strong King is an even stronger Queen."
A princess of England and the Queen of France, Eruanna is the second eldest daughter of Queen Victoria Hanover of England. A mother of three, she has the heart of a lion and is as stubborn as an oxen. Short-tempered with a tongue sharp as daggers, she reacts very poorly to those who get in her way. Unlike that of her children, she acts out in the open challenging even her husband when it may suit her. But born of noble blood, she learnt at a very young age to guard her tongue and knows exactly where her boundaries lie; storming right to the edge of them but never daring a step past. She can be charming and kind when it suits her and often puts on the mask of the vivacious young wife when in the company of others.
Tall and beautiful, Eruanna was blessed with long locks of golden hair, often worn in elaborate plaits. Her eyes are a fiery amber hue, paired with soft skin, lightly touched by sun. She dresses in an autumn palate in gowns of red, orange and gold.
She married young, at the tender age of thirteen to the King of France in order to seal a treaty between the feuding countries.

But promised the world and everything it holds, Eruanna holds herself like a goddess among mortals. Eruanna spends much of her time at the side of her husband or flanked by her ladies in waiting. She favors intelligence over status and looks down on those who cannot think for themselves. A talent for archery, she is one of very few to match even the king in this skill and rarely leaves her chambers without a dagger within the sleeves of her gown.

XXXXThe YoungestXXXX

Soft-spoken and graceful, Erudessa is the picture of innocence upon first inspection. She holds herself as a Queen whilst giving the appearance of a porcelain doll, beautiful and fragile.
She is known to speak so softly that one would have to lean in to hear her, inevitably creating an intimacy to the conversation that was not formerly there. Intelligent and resourceful, she often manipulates from the shadows with chiding words and barbed wit. Brutal and ambitious, she cares very little for those crushed in her path to success. The youngest of her siblings, being seen rather than heard was a talent Erudessa had perfected at a young age.
Slim and petite in figure, she was blessed with a unique beauty the deviants from her family's long line of soft autumn palates. Long blonde hair, straight as straw and white as snow framed a soft heart-shaped face, colored as pale as fine marble, with iridescent eyes of violet and blue.
She often dresses in fine gowns of white, lavender and pale blues as a continuance into the theme of her wintery palette, adorning jewels on silver strings of chain around her thin neck and in her hair. She became well aware of her unique and distinctive beauty in her later years, often using it to her advantage, whilst playing oblivious to it all.

Unlike her older sister, Victoria, she carries no weapons, relying on her wit rather than brute strength in a battle. Erudessa spends much of her free time in the company of nobles or reading preferring to listen rather than speak. Despite the continuing role as puppeteer among the nobility of France, curiosity is her worse weakness and she finds herself in company of pirates whenever she could help it.

[--I am Sherlocked--]

(Will join. ^^ )

[Quoth the Raven]

Name: Avaline Schade
Age: 22
gender: female
Rank: Crew Member

A captain's daughter and a sailor since early childhood, Avaline's heart belongs to the sea. A headstrong and stubborn young woman, moving a mountain would be an easier feat than swaying her opinion. Lean and thin, Avaline is a petite woman at 5'2'' with a dancer's build and a warrior's might. Her long black hair is often tied in a tight black down her back and paired with pale blue eyes alight with fire. Preferring to keep tot he shadows, she adorns herself in plain, dark clothing, always hooded, and makes almost no sound when she walks.

She'd rather solve her problems with her fists than words and can often be found laughing and drinking with her crew rather than gossiping or doing needlework.
She believes that loyalty is earned, not given, and does not trust very easily. A fighter, rather than a lover, she is the first to open fire and the last to walk away. A skilled marksmen, her preferred weapon is a pistol, seconded by silver rapier she carries at her hip.

Name: King Petyr of France
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Rank: King

Just as impulsive and hyperactive as his neurotic counterpart, King Petyr prides himself on lighting the rest of the room with a smile. He can be fairly cocky, looking at the rest of the world as a game more than a challenge. He likes to surround himself with people who'll help him reach his goals rather than drag him downward and is always up for a celebration or a fistfight. He often approaches anyone and everyone as if they've been good friends for years rather than just meeting maybe five minutes ago. Impulsive and reckless, he enjoys life for all it has, thinking himself indestructible. He's the king after all.

Tall and slender, Petyr has a muscular build with broad shoulders and toned arms and legs. His dark brown hair flirts with ebony in hue as is paired to pale blue eyes and an easy grin. He could easily have any lady of the court, and often does. Dressing in only the finest silks and furs, his status is obvious by first glance and he never leaves his chambers without his sword, a fien weapon crafted of silver and veined in gold with a lion's head carved into the gleamifng blade.

[Elvish]

jay kellar - 22 - pirate - crew member - faceclaim: captain hook from once upon a time

Standing tall at 6'2'' and 125 pounds, Jay is thin and limber. His lack of brute strength leads him to rely on fast footwork and speedy getaways to stay alive in the pirate life. He is usually the one to climb up into the rigging of the ship to fix something or sit aloft in the crow's nest. He has short, cropped light brown, that gets a bit darker in the winter. It is bleached from the salt and sun of a life on the sea, and his skin is quite tan because of it. He has a thin, angular face and light blue eyes.
Jay fights with two long daggers, strapped to his belt.
He wears his leather and rags ensemble as a pirate, with leather boots and simple trousers.
Jay is 22, born in June, so 23 soon.
Jay's family comes from England, but after his mother died, his father drunk himself to death, taking the family's funds down with him. Jay began very young as a merchant, and after a few years of scant profits, switched to the rough and tumble life of a pirate.
Jay is sly, snarky and sarcastic. Most people (rightfully so) do not trust him. He has stolen and plundered more than he can remember. He is completely intolerant of alcohol, a lesson he learned the hard way, and is therefore perhaps the only crew member who is sober 100% of the time.
Jay is straight, and a bit of a flirt. He likes a one-night-stand, no strings attached, kind of relationship. He feels his life is too tumultuous and danger-wrought for a life companion.

isa faragir - 19 - nobility - faceclaim: katie mcgrath

Standing five feet and three inches tall to the dot, Isa weighs one hundred and twenty pounds. She has a slight and small frame, with a lithe, wiry build. She has a soft face, with wide blue eyes and pale skin. Her hair is dark brown, almost black, depending how you look at it. Bluntly, she is quite pretty.
Her hands are slender, with long, elegant fingers that are constantly moving.
Isa, because of her high standing and amount of money, can afford to dress extravagantly, with extra pomp and flair. She loves dresses and necklaces, along with earrings and plenty of rings. She fits in with the crowds of silk and chiffon, satin and lace, pearls and gold of fashion.
Isa is born in winter, and she is currently 19 years of age.
Isa's family comes from Spain, and she gets her dark hair from the sunny shores of Espana. She has lived in France her whole life with her mother and father, who are both of high birth. Isa's parents live in a separate location, a manor some 20 miles from Isa's own. She grew up in a sheltered environment, not ever facing danger or injury.
Isa is a very serious person, the last to crack a smile or laugh. She pretends to be in a wonderful mood most of the time, however, to keep her high standing and good reputation.
Isa is straight, but not currently searching for a husband. Her parents have other plans for her, however, and wish for her to marry very soon.

[Valhalla.]

Sorry for the late response and thanks for joining! Everyone who has finished their forms are accepted, and those who are in a work in progress are still reserved ^^ All the forms looks beautiful! c;

[mothstrand]

Can I reserve a female crew member?

[peppersdots]

{ Hey there again Valhalla. This looks awesome, and I'll likely join after school if I dont have too mich work to do. }

[Keriae]

(My duke is finished ^.^)

[--I am Sherlocked--]

My form will go here. C: )