Still WIP!
Username:
- Tea.For.Two
- Bonnie Holcomb
- She'd never consider herself pretty, just sturdy and that's what she is. She doesn't have much of a figure (though is by no means flat chested), that lot went to being well muscled. Her skins paler than she'd like it to be, the freckles not helping either, and especially not her mess of bright hair. There really isn't much to say about Bonnie in terms of looks, she's rather good at blending in in that regard. She wears the colour red a lot, for some reason not minding how attention grabbing it can be. Anything lose enough not to get in her way, but still comfortable and she'll wear it, she generally doesn't have a preference in style besides that.
- 5'6
- 135 lbs
- Neutral, works any and every job that comes her way, but the only steady one is at the local bar.
- Thirty - Three
- She's mean. There's no way around it. She's a sarcastic, snarky, selfish and she wont deny any of it. She's learned that to survive in this life you've got to look out for number one and that's exactly what she intends on doing. Now that she has a brood of children to look after it's a little different, she loves them more than anything, but she's still not getting close to anyone else.
- At one time she was dreadfully normal. She grew up in an average family, not doing to well in terms of... anything, but she got through it. She married an average man, also not doing to well at anything in particular, but they made it work. That all led to four perfectly normal children and a shack of a house that looked like it might fall apart at any given moment. In hind sight, she could have been more appreciative. She was a nag, she was ungrateful for hundreds of things that were perfectly wonderful, and she did make the others around her miserable because of it.
Unfortunately, it took something like death to make her realize that. Her husband died - the cause never really having been all that important - leaving her with the children and little else. Of course she blamed herself, he was the one thing she nagged after the most and worst, and now she would give anything to take it all back.
She never really remembered how they had managed the first year, the second being a haze, and the third still surreal. She and the eldest two pooled their efforts to earn enough to live on, leaving the younger two to practically raise themselves, but it worked and still is as far as survival is concerned.
- Controlling Chaos; While she might not be the most organized of people, she can at least keep things manageable. She rather likes being in charge of things, even when she knows she totally cannot handle it.
Yelling at People; She's mean when she's angry, and it's usually enough to get what she wants... when she isn't using some other means.
Manipulating People; When she isn't chewing their heads off for what she wants, she actually might be nice about it. She doesn't really care about what situation she might have to get into for it, she's perfectly confident she can get out of anything, just so long as she gets what's due to her.
- Acting without Thinking; She's horribly impulsive and will definitely act more on emotion than on logic.
And then Thinking About it; Unfortunately, whatever she's done without thinking has a way of creeping back up on her and making her sick over it. It might be minutes later, it might be years later, but every once in a while she'll just start getting emotional for no visible reason.
Username:
- Tea.For.Two
- Virgil Knighton
- He looks the part he plays, scraggly, unkempt, maybe a bit wild. His honey brown hair never seems to be smoothed, but usually kept under his hat, and his face never falling in either cleanshaven or beard-like categories. His clothes are layered, first his dirty white shirt, then the old tattered waist coat he ended up winning in a game of cards, and his heavy brown over coat. On that hangs any number of bobbles he found interesting - old pocket watches, sometimes just their chains, spy glasses, anything really. It also serves to conceal his arsenal of guns hanging from his side, though there is one tucked into his boot as well.
- 5'11
- 166 lbs
- Neutral, Rogue Sailor/Pirate
- Thirty-Five
- He tries to be the stereo typical shady character, the witty come back, the arrogant attitude, making things harder than they really should be just for the sake of it. But he's not too good at that, and just ends up coming off a bit crazy. He doesn't like doing things the conventional way, whether it's for the attention or his own personal reasons was never clear, but he does at least have some sense of justice, albeit a little skewed.
He is selfish and has no problem admitting it. He doesn't try to get along with people and he usually doesn't expect them to try either. He loves his ship, drinking, and maybe a pretty girl once in a while, but he doesn't do the socialization thing.
- He's been a pirate practically all his life, seeing as his father was one. He's never known or wanted anything different, drifting on and off ships like some people change their clothes. He's never really had ambitions either, not liking the idea of having to command a crew, so he simply doesn't. Sure he's been in more than one and does at times like being part of a larger organization besides himself, but Virgil is much more content the way he is now; alone on his little ship, picking up odd jobs like murder, espionage, and other criminal activities, and over all just existing.
- Quick Wit; Obviously, if you're going to be a dead pan snarker like Virgil, thinking fast is something of a must. It might not always make sense to other people, but to him it's hilarious.
Good with Handguns; He's never really been one for long distance combat, but hand to hand fighting never got him excited either. Handguns though, they're right up his ally.
- Getting Along With Anyone; Cant do it. Even if his life depended on it.
Fist Fights; He's just not good at that, he's much more for the whole 'sneak up on them and kill them before they notice' thing.
