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Post by starvingartist on Nov 1, 2006 16:48:45 GMT -5
I win! Name: Skye Nicknames: Missy or That Angry Woman Race: Dutch Gender: Female Age: 20 Height: 5' 5" Weight: Underfed. Status: Medic Favored tools: Hands General skills: Flesh wounds, minor knowledge of poisons and antidotes, ability to aide in the suppression/curing of illness, reading. Equipment: Hands, needle and thread, knife. Appearance: Ragged, white-blonde hair is cropped to chin length now, with sun-streaks winking in and out of existence with the seasons. Sharp grey eyes look out over a tiny button of a nose, and her overall facial stucture is angular, almost catlike. A broad, full mouth is almost always scowling above a pointed chin. She's a slight figure, and usually clothed in whatever's clean, her style has been called (at kindest) eclectic. She's not terribly busty, but it's not a sore point for her. She's not built, but nobody would call her flabby in the least. Her ears are pierced only once, though she also wears a clip around her cartilage, which connects to her left-ear stud. She's of a pale sort of skin tone, with long, slim fingers and a sharp collarbone. Personality: Not generally easygoing, but neither is she cruel. She's not an easy person to get along with, being both uncooperative and not in the least bit subtle. She likes unusual foods, strong drinks, sleeping in, and other things. Sarcasm is her native language, and she also dabbles in the blunt, tactless ways of one who has no problem voicing an opinion, no matter how strong the opposition. Generally known as 'hopeless', she's also disorganized to a near-catastrophic level. Despite (or maybe because) of this, she's good at what she does and it's a point of pride. She loses her temper easily, and no matter what mood she's in you'll know. Also, throws things (at people, if she can) when she is particularily angry but cannot aim. Image: None.
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Post by lor344 on Nov 4, 2006 19:23:25 GMT -5
Name: Hitari Turner(no relation to Will Turner from the movie, dont worry) Nicknames:none Race: Pirate ^_^ I mean, human Gender: Female Age: 18 Height: 5'7" Weight: eh about 130? Status: Part of the crew. Her dad was a ship captain but he died if that means anything Favored tools: Sword and pistol General skills: Shoot a gun, fire a cannon, weild a sword, the basic pirate package Supernatural skills: ...she has this weird trick where she can flip her tongue upside down but I can do that too... Equipment: Well she has a picture of her dad that she carries everywhere but thats about it Physical description: Violet eyes(pretty rare but not immpossible ^^) blonde hair, pants, boots, shirt and jacket...pretty basic ^^; Personality: Very straight forward and somewhat harsh at times. She likes to watch the sunrise in the morning. I guess she can be a people person, so long as the person doesnt make her mad. Considering thats rather easy to do perhaps she's not a people person after all >> History: Basically her Father was a pirate ship captain so she's rather familiar with the goin ons of a pirate ship. So when her dear old dad died in battle she went and joined a crew, twas the only home she knew. Yadda yadda yadda so touching feels happy hurray for her Image: s81.photobucket.com/albums/j229/ddspeed2000/Anime%20Girls/?action=view¤t=20030930-2117-241.jpg just for the record i didnt draw it so...ya.
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Post by Spammich on Nov 7, 2006 3:48:29 GMT -5
Name: Delano Slattery Nicknames: Cold Hearted Bastard Race: Irish Gender: Male Age: 25 Height: 6'4" Weight: 200 lbs.
Status: Captain of the Evangelion, his war maiden.
Favored tools: Two rapiers, a black book, a black bag, and his mind which is a very wicked thing.
General skills: Those always in possession of a Captain, interrogative torture, basic surgeon skills, and battle expertise.
Equipment: His Favored tools
Appearance:
Delano has the pitch black hair and green eyes of the Black Irish. He keeps his hair short so that it doesn't blur his sight during the heat of battle. Though his eyes are keen, they are rivaled by all sharpshooting men and women of the high seas.
Personality:
Delano is a cold hearted man trying to climb up the ladder so as to better support himself and his loved ones. He will stop at nothing to achieve his goals and he will use any and all cruel means as possible, including torture, which is a personal favorite. He has a heart buried under the ice that is his soul, but only one person knows how to reach it through its frigid casing. He dislikes showing any emotion and feels weak if he shows sympathy or depression, which plague him more than people who serve him believe. He knows the priorities of a ship, but find that upholding the laws of the Queen is more difficult when chasing after evil men who are just as strong and agile as himself.
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Post by Spammich on Nov 7, 2006 4:25:23 GMT -5
Name: Polly Nicknames: Did you see that guy with the one arm? Race: Welsh Gender: Male Age: 23 Height: 5'9" minus a few feet Weight: 102
Status: Ship Spy, Lookout, Deck Swabber, Trey's armrest.
Favored tools: wine bottle, preferabley a full one.
General skills: Sneaky, good at makeup for sneakiness, being invisible, making booze, arm wrestling.
Equipment: Cat, Falcion
Appearance: Polly is a very disabled man... when he was younger he was met with a very bad situation which cost his both legs and his left arm. Surprisingly he survived and he somehow can make as a pirate, probably because he can make booze. He has badly cut hair because he insists on cutting it himself and it is a light brown with blonde streaks caused by the sun. He is very tan but surprisingly has no freckles.
Personality: Sweet as pie, lemon pie. He is very flirtatious and likes women. People he doesn't like don't know what his voice sounds like.
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Post by Clover on Nov 12, 2006 3:20:37 GMT -5
Name: Cadiz Hidalgo de Fernández-Miranda Nicknames: Hidalgo Race: Mixed-blood: Half Spanish and half Hispañolan Gender: Male Age: 18 Height: 5'3 Weight: Rather slight, weighing in at about 125 lbs, when soaking wet Status: He's young, but willing to learn, and operates as a bit of a jack-of-all-trades on board ship. Favored tools: Rapier, through and through. When he must get into close range scraps, which he does try to avoid, he'll fight with a dirk, as it's lightweight and efficient. General skills: Cadiz is lightweight and speedy, and uses this advantage in all manner of situations. He has a knack with languages, knowing Spanish, English and a passable grasp of vernacular French, and uses these skills to talk his way out of problems. He is also extremely intuitive and capable of reading people, an ability he garnered from years of tiptoeing around his father's house in Santo Domingo. As with all his other skills, he does not hesitate to use this talent to elicit sympathy, room and board, or even money from unsuspecting chumps. Supernatural skills: While there are none to speak of persay, Cadiz does have a packet of home-made tarot cards he was given by his mother that he plays with in his free time. He is relatively accurate with these cards, but accounts much of it to chance. Whether this is an actual skill of any note is still up for debate—and he, of course, refuses to tell. Equipment: While he considers them too precious to carry in the day to day grind, he does own a pack of homemade tarot cards that belonged to his mother. Physical description: Cadiz is the byproduct of an interracial affair. As such, he is neither one thing or the other, and shows this in his form. He has his father's light Spaniard colouration—sandy blonde hair and light grey eyes. However, he inherited his Hispanolan mother's skintone, a light honey, and her slight stature. He is slender, willowy in frame, with long and delicate seeming fingers. The nails are long enough, though the cuticles have been chewed, a nervous habit he has recently acquired. He is long of leg and torso, for his size. His face is oval, with almond-slanted eyes that hint at Morrocan, or Taino ancestry on one side or the other of the genetic pool. He has a 'beauty mark' under his left eye, and a single piercing, his right earlobe. His hair is left long, and it falls straight around his face. As he makes his living by his perception, his eyesight is extremely valuable, and so, he generally pulls his hair out of his face and into a braid of some manner. It is rare to see him without the braid, as he prefers the convenience of not having a rat's nest sitting atop his skull. Personality: Cadiz is a strange mixture of old and new culture. He will insist, as would any pure blooded Spaniard, to be treated with the respect due his station—such as it is—and minutes later, the status quo preserved, share a mug of sugarcane rum with any and all comers. His father taught him manners and etiquette befitting the son of nobility, and so he is aware of the proper way to comport himself according to the gentry. Now that he has joined the seafaring masses, however, behaviour that did not seem out of place at the dining table in Santo Domingo now seems now not only excessively polite, but downright presumptuous. It is, on account of this that Cadiz has earnt a reputation for being cold. However, once his initial facade has been breached, Cadiz shows the warmth and kindness characteristic of the Hispanolan settlers. Though his friends and his 'acquaintances' are carefully deliniated, once the line has been passed, he is a fierce and loyal friend to have—and his small number of close friends would attest to his kindness. He is extremely persuasive, to a point approaching manipulative, and will not hesitate to use this skill, in any of the languages of which he is proficient, to what he deems his best advantage. He is not adverse to picking the odd pocket, though he hasn't the stomach for anything more illegal then that. He does carry a slight resentment for gentry of all variety, stemming from his dislike of his father's noble wife, and his envy of his pure blood siblings. This resentment can manifest itself in any variety of ways, most often in the form of his caustic and cutting wit, or his occasionally cruel sarcasm. Though formidable when engaged in a battle of wills or words, Cadiz is by nature tenderhearted. As a child, he would rescue the small animals that found their way into injury, and would nurse them back to health. He takes pride in what healing capabilities he has, and when in his cups, will gleefully recount to any listeners the time he birthed a foal when no other recourse was available. History: Ask if you're curious... Image: smg.photobucket.com/albums/v242/n0-leaf-clover/?action=view¤t=CADIZ.jpg
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Post by AndrogynousMelon on Nov 14, 2006 2:48:55 GMT -5
Name: Achar Edwin Withersborrough Nicknames: Ed, Withers Race: Human Gender: Male Age: 39 Height: 6'4 Weight: Gaunt. Status: Captive
Favored tools: None. He makes love, not war. He does not fight. General skills: A skilled surgeon. Supernatural skills: None. Equipment: A large leather bag, filled with a variety of medical things!
Physical description: Ed is tall and lean. He is far thinner than he should be. For whatever reason, he is opposed to eating. He knows this is unhealthy. He forces himself to eat three (small) meals a day, and thus maintains a (moderately) healthy body weight. He wears long, ornate coats and brown leather boots up to his knees. He generally doesn't wear a shirt beneath the jacket, claiming it's too hot. He wears a long, thick chain, upon which is an large, gilded cross. He wears no other jewelry. His trousers are typically loose, ranging from deep navy to black in color. His hair is black, short, with longish bangs reaching to about his cheekbones. By some wonder they remain out of his eyes. His visible eye is green, the other is hidden beneath a patch. He is fair-skinned and prefers to remain that way. His face is long, with a clefted chin. He's almost never clean shaven.
Personality: He is generally calm, if not a little sad in appearance. He's highly religious, reading his bible nightly and abhors violence. Which is why he pursued medicine. He demeanor is almost dull. Ed hates his first name, and prefers to be called by his second or even just Withers. He attempts to act very dignified and polite, always.
History: Ed's father was a preacher, his mother the ideal preachers wife. His childhood was picturesque. He graduated from a prestigious medical school, settled down with his childhood sweetheart and had a son with her. He'd always had a love of the sea. He saved for many years to purchase a proud vessel. Soon after accomplishing his dream, he disappeared with it. Nearly 10 years later he's finally been found, and is currently captive aboard the Evangellion having been found in the company of pirates. Whether he was a captive aboard the pirate vessel or a willing crew member has yet to be determined.
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Post by AndrogynousMelon on Nov 21, 2006 17:06:53 GMT -5
Name: Aku Colta Nicknames: Colt Race: Phoenix Gender: Male Age: 19 (Current incarnation) Height: 5'7 Weight: Fit Status: Wanderer
Favored tools: He really likes to let loose with the fire. General skills: Since Colt has been around a very long time, he's mastered a variety of weapons. He's a fairly decent cook. He's fluent in many languages, including a few long forgotten by most. Supernatural skills: FIRE. As a phoenix, Colt is down with the fire hard-core. This includes things like fire-balls, shields, temporarily enchanting weapons. He can also fly. As a phoenix Colts body will "ash" ever 60-70 years or so. That is his body will literally be consumed by his own power, one big ol' fire-ball. The problem with ashing is it takes a few days, and after it's completed Colt is left a helpless baby. Unless he is struck down by a fellow immortal, Colt will simply Ash when killed. But it is an extremely painful process and he avoids it for as long as possible. Equipment: Cigarettes, needles, ink, books to write in. He likes to catalogue his life.
Physical description: Colt is not exceptionally tall, and is lean of frame. His hair is red, with streaks of orange and gold. His left eye is a glimmering gold, and the right was once green with hints of blue, but it's been scarred shut. He's got a beauty mark beneath his left eye. He's got a boyish face and a wide, white smile. He has other scars scattered across his body, which are usually hidden beneath his clothes. Though he spends a lot of time outdoors, he isn't very tan. Colt has a penchant for leather and any flamey colors.
Personality: Colt is loud. Out going, friendly, and a more than a bit of a flirt. He lives to have a good time. He's a little too fond of trash-talking his enemies, but he can usually back up every word. He's fond of tattoos and piercings and does a lot of work himself. He's an extremist.
History: Colts history is long. Very long. To be short, he comes from a world with four reigning species. Unfortunately, they did not get on very well and fought a long war which ultimately destroyed their planet. Few managed to escape to other realms. Colt has a sister he loves dearly, though their paths rarely cross. They are all that remains of their family. He's currently wandering what realms he can, for the simple thrill of it.
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Michael
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System of a Down RAWKS!!
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Post by Michael on Dec 9, 2006 19:56:41 GMT -5
Name: Michael McMaster Nicknames: Mac, or Blunt... (Uses a paddle...) Race: Human, Australian descent, Irish raised... Gender: Male Age: 19 Height: 6'8'' Weight: 121lbs Status: A former Bandit, Ex-Bounty Hunter... Now a Mercenary... And a Wanderer...
Favored tools: A large wooden paddle... And a small set of throwing knives. General skills: Keen and accurate senses (can smell and hear alot better than most people), high charming skills... Supernatural skills: Increased speed (almost impossible to hit) and pin-point accuracy... Equipment: Holds a large wooden paddle in his right hand and a large sack over his left shoulder (Contents: A sleeping bag, first-aid box, flint and tinderbox, small knife...) on his left shin, is a set of 9 throwing knives he keeps incase of ranged enemies...
Physical description: A very tall lanky man with 3inch long hair spiked up over his headband... Brown eyes, a sapphire earring in his left ear, an unbuttoned vest and baggy pants... He has a very weak appearance, so many people try to fight believing he has a weaker center of gravity and is a weakling... THINK AGAIN!
Personality: Team Player, that sums up most of Michael... He follows most orders without hesitation and always looks for a fight... Outgoing as he is, people can't shut him up when he gets carried away into conversation... He does not agree with bloodshed when unnecessary, so he uses a paddle he was struck with to knock-out foes and send them to prison...
History: Once part of a ruthless gang of Bandits, Michael sought out higher moral values... He seperated himself from the gang and made them very angry... He is sought out by every bandit gang that was associated with his, and since he was part of the Underground Connection... Almost everyone wants him dead. But he worked as a Bounty Hunter against pirates for sometime, but decided it was too risky, as he was wanted by the Pirates also... He made many enemies but many friends with Authorities on the way...
In one of the fights he encountered on a Pirate Ship, he was struck on the head with a wooden paddle... He was held captive by the crew for a few days... They didn't bother to search him, they already threw his sword off the edge of the ship... He still had his knives in reach... 9 Knives, pin-point accuracy, and in reach of the knives... He caused the most blood-shed on one crew with knives than the average bloodbank... He was enraged at the crew and for the last time, killed everyone he saw or attacked him... He regretted his burst of rage and went against such monstrous acts... He stopped killing, kept his knives incase and used the same wooden paddle which knocked him out to knock out anyone in his path...
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Post by AndrogynousMelon on Dec 11, 2006 0:15:39 GMT -5
Name: Timothy Nimbell Nicknames: Timble Nimble, Nimbles, Nim, Nims Race: Human (English) Gender: Male Age: 34 Height: 6'2 Weight: 176 pounds Status: Drifter
Favored tools: Cutlasses General skills: Nim's two very favorite past times are as follows: hacking and slashing. He carries a cutlass in each hand and if he loses them, well, he resorts to all out brawling. Supernatural skills: Ridiculous luck in games of chance and the uncanny ability to bullshit his way out of near any situation. Though he claims his luck could carry him, he cheats "just in case". Incredible hearing. Equipment: Cutlasses, rigged dice/etc, a monocle he inspects various loot with.
Physical description: Timble Nimble rarely appears to be more than 5'7. This is due to his horrible posture, he spends most of his days hunched over. He's of a larger frame. He has wide gray eyes and a crazy leer. His hair is ash blonde, short, and is usually kept beneath a bandana. He wears whatever clothes will fit, not really caring for fashion. Nim is usually dirty. He's missing one of his front teeth, and has a long scar running from the corner of his left eye to his nose.
Personality: Generally speaking, Timble is a pretty friendly man. He genuinely loves the sea and the life he's chosen, so he sees no reason to be mean. He believes that ornery folk are really unhappy sots who need to figure out what it is they want. He likes to try and figure it out for them, so can be seen as something of a busy-body. His voice is raspy. Some believe this to be a direct result of his inability to shut up. He enjoys thievery a little too much. Nim is not incredibly learned and often misuses/mispronounces words, but he is a pretty sharp fellow.
History: Nim grew up in a small, dirty village somewhere in England. His nickname came from an illiterate school teacher who mistook his name for the word nimble. Later in life he earned the name in a literal sense with his quick fingers and feet as he roamed the country. Nimble found his way to the sea when he was 13, and hasn't spent more than a week at a time on land since.
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Post by poisoncatseye on Dec 11, 2006 2:17:21 GMT -5
Name: Unknown Nickname(s): Shade Race: Vamp Gender: Female Age: Umm... Height: 5'11 Weight: not very heavy... Status: Vampire Hunter Favoured Tools: Gun with silver bullets, expensive but worth it General Skills: Observation skills, speed and agility Supernatural Skills: Good night vision, ability to move through shadows Equipment: Guns, bullets and... more guns Physical Description: Exceedingly pale with wine-red eyes. Shoulder-length black, spiky hair held back by a wine-red bandanna. Red cloak with a high collar, black, loose shirt and breeches. Heavy voots ideal for kicking things. Personality: You will just have to find out... History: Lost all her memories when she was... she doesnt know how. She can only remember being picked up by a group of traveling slayers and left at a bustling port...
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Post by wilderbean on Dec 28, 2006 21:26:34 GMT -5
Name: Allegra Mckeney
Nicknames: Alley (only by her brother, see below)or along with her twin brother people call them The Mckeney Twins, or just The Twins.
Race: Half Demon/Human
Gender: Female
Age: 19 and nine months, though she looks younger which is a cause of great irritation to her.
Height: 5'11
Weight: skinny and lean
Status: Ex-assassin, now a wanderer on the run
Favoured Tools: Herself and occasionally her favourite fork which she keeps tucked into her belt. Weird, but she appreciates the little things.
General Skills: She fork flips. You know how circus performers use knives to throw at eachother? Well, Allegra uses forks.
Supernatural Skills: She can adapt to any form of hand fighting. Allegra and her twin brother Arkady are demon weapons controlled by ancient spells that have been tattoed onto their bodies. Allegra can use her tattoos to cast spells of her own, though she doesn't understand them very well. Because of all this, her flexible skills rival and often exceed any fighter. (Cool huh?)
Equipment: As I've mentioned, Allegra has all she'll ever need tattooed onto her skin. Her forks are sharpened specially for fighting with extra lengthy prongs (heh heh, that sounds funny).
Physical Description: Allegra is long and lean. She has freckles on her sun kissed skin. Her hair is long and the blue of the sky above, her eyes the colour of mud beneath her feet. She pulls her hair back in a braid mostly, for conveniences sake; she wears loose ash grey pants that cling mid calf, tucked under soft leather boots. She has a simple and threadbare grey shirt and vest, and a hooded cloak of the same colour over the lot. You wouldn't call her beautiful exactly and she doesn't smile often, but when she does you know she means it.
Oh and did I mention the entire left side of her body is etched with row after row of black demon letters and spells?
Personality: Allegra is wracked with guilt over the things she's done even though she knows it's not her fault. She's fiercely protective of her brother, and a little paranoid from trying to protect him. She isn't cold or harsh or brutal, though if you saw her fighting you might be inclined to think so...but she does tend to take things a little too seriously. Allegra feels like everyday is her last and pays a great deal of attention to details, so if it was her last day she'll know she did it right. Lastly, she is terrified. She has no control over the demon spells when they activate and she's so dead scared that one day she'll not be able to stop herself and hurt someone she really cares about.
History: Will post below, cos I'll bust if I have to write this out twice.
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Post by starvingartist on Jan 22, 2007 2:13:30 GMT -5
Name: Cameron Nicknames: Cam, Cammi (earns you death), Ronnie. Race: British Gender: Male Age: 24 Height: 6' 2" Weight: Less than healthy, more than Eeew. Status: Cabin Boy (Thief)
Favored tools: Mop. Bucket.
General skills: Jack-of-All Trades (except when he's needed)
Equipment: Mop. Bucket. A brush, if it's not his day.
Physical description: Tall and slim, with quick fingers and a quicker smile. His skin is ruddy from years in the sun, his hands calloused and graceful. His face is expressive, and while one would think he is incapable of hiding his emotions, he's incredibly good at misleading people. His hair is prematurely white, with the tiny tuft that grows long braided to touch the nape of his neck. His eyes are green and wide set - slits in his face, framed by thick, dark lashes. His nose cuts a strong line down his face.
Personality: Charismatic and charming, he's everyone's pal until he doesn't need you anymore. He's cheery, with an air of general goodwill that he exploits ruthlessly. He's got an interest in "politics"; in particular the illustrious ambition of getting himself into the house of some grear sir (or lady) and robbing them blind. He can't stand to be fretted over by anyone (without ovaries and a pretty smile), and for corresponding and deep, dramatic reasons, abhors doctors. He can be hypocritical, rude, and downright childish, and really does lack a moral compass.
History: His english belies his roots as the bastard son of a rich lady and her doctor. Passed off as a 'cousin' of a dead sister who never existed in the first place, the doctor took pains to avoid the household after his origins became apparent. As a result, his mother died when he was 14. Not too young to understand cause and effect, he has hated doctors ever since. There's logic for you. Shortly thereafter, he ran away - nobody made too much effort to find him, and he quickly fell into work for a brothel as a) a special effect and b) an errand boy. There he remained, until an unnamed British officer caught him picking his pockets as he...rested. He was offered 2 choices: work on a ship for a minimum of 1 voyage, or have the offending hand removed. Well, no duh. He's been sailing for 5 years.
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Jenner
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Post by Jenner on May 10, 2007 0:51:56 GMT -5
I do like role-playing, but, I don't think I'll be able to play much, so, I'll just make a peep and LURK. Name: Amariah Dupre Nicknames: Riah Race: Human of Inuit heritage Gender: Male Age: 20 Height: about 5'11 Weight: Hovers between 156 and 160 lbs. Status: Single. Swabby/Cabin Boy/Entertainer. Favored tools: Mop, Fiddle, Crowbar, Lard. General skills: Mopping and Tarring decks, repairing sails, braiding rope, fermenting unusual herbs in futile attempts at alcohol brewery, singing, cooking, hiding, loafing, cross-dressing and playing the fiddle. Supernatural skills: Riah is mostly an average, normal, lad, but does have extremely good night-time vision for the average human, he is able to pick out shapes and figures in almost absolute darkness. He also claims to have the ability to hold his breath for more than two and a half minutes, however, it is widely speculated that this is a lie. Equipment: clothes, mop, fiddle, crowbar, sewing kit, seal totem Physical description: Amariah is lean and limber, with wiry, sinuous, muscles which developed as a result of his many years doing various ship work. He is a ragged young man, and can sometimes become devastatingly thin and underfed. As such, oftentimes, his ribs can be plainly seen under his clothes. He has light, dusty, brown hair pulled into a short pig tail and steely grey-green eyes and slightly native complexion. Being a bit on the short side for a young man his age, he is nimble and has mastered the fine art of evading clutter and staying out from under peoples feet. Far from clumsy, his long fingers are skilled and dexterous. He has thin lips, and a dimpled smile his voice is a rich boisterous tenor. His astrological sign is Virgo. Personality: Amariah is a bit of a vagabond, with a streak of wanderlust. He rarely hangs about on one ship for very long, oftentimes jumping port, stowing away, and joining other crews all across the area. He's a bit of a yarn-spinner, telling absolutely ridiculous tales and making equally absurd claims. Despite his inability to commit to a crew, Riah is actually pretty reliable and trustworthy for all his spontaneity. He is an industrious young lad, and spends most of his time trying to figure out ways to keep everything on the ships he's crewing well maintained and in good repair, if he can't fix it, he finds out how. A bit eccentric, Amariah has a history of acquiring bizarre collections of unusual things this may reflect a latent hint of at least a minimal level of obsessive compulsive disorder. He does not attach to these hoards and regularly leaves these baubles behind him when he moves on until some lucky, or unfortunate, crew hand happens upon them. Amariah is extremely proud of his native-Canadian ancestry. History: Born in Quebec, Amariah began his pirating career by hopping aboard a frigate in late September at the age of fourteen in order to escape his otherwise mundane life. From there he skipped about from ship to ship all up and down both coasts and across the great lakes. He has an eldest brother, an older sister and a younger sister, the last of which is actually a half-sister. His father is half- Inuit, is a known gambler, and is the source of Amariah's exotic complexion. His mother is of Denmark/Norwegian (viking) decent. When Amariah turned 12 his grandfather told him his totem spirit was the seal and carved him a fetish from a seal tooth, Amariah wears it at all times. Shortly after Amariah turned 13 his mother and father went through a very bitter divorce, his eldest brother was hit the hardest and quickly acquired a violent addiction to alcohol. This horrible divorce may have been a motivating factor in Amariah's flight from Quebec. Amariah originally suffered from horrible bouts of sea sickness but has since grown accustomed to life on the waves. He was once attacked by a mother seal for trying to pet her baby, it did not faze him. Disclaimer: I always build extraneous family histories for all my characters, but, they rarely come into play, I use them to help people understand my characters motives and driving forces. As such, unless you're terribly interested, you can stop reading now.Family History:Amariah's mother, Evelyn, is 51 years old. She is a Sagittarius, and a retired real estate agent. She lives in Toledo with her 43 year old husband and their 10 year old daughter. Amariah's father, Noatak, is 54 years old and is an Aquarius. He currently works as a tour guide somewhere in the region of Labrador. For awhile Noatak was a semi-professional dog-sledder which led to his gambling habit. Amariah's older brother, Ikiaq, is an Aries and is nearing his 31st birthday. He is a recovering alcoholic. At the age of 27 (shortly after graduating from rehabilitation) he took the name Deacon and hates being called his Inuit name. For awhile he worked as a butcher, but after overcoming his alcohol addiction he quit the trade and left Canada all together, he currently lives in Alaska where he is studying to become an architect at Westwood College. Amariah's older sister, Sedna, is a Pisces. At the age of 29 she is currently happily married to a full-blooded Inuit man named Kilaun. They reside in Cambridge Bay, and they have had three children together. Sedna works as an english teacher, Kilaun is a massage therapist. Sedna is Amariah's favorite sibling, and when he isn't out causing trouble he can be found at her home, mooching. Amariah's younger sister, Lucielle, is a Leo and the newest addition to his family from his mother's second marriage. Amariah knows Lucielle exists but has yet to visit her in person probably because of his disapproval of her father. Being only ten years old Lucielle's only claim to fame is having gotten third place in her local school's spelling bee. Trivia: Amariah is one of two members of his family to not have an Inuit name and the only one of his siblings to have a Viking name.
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Post by bluetintedglasses on May 28, 2007 16:38:35 GMT -5
Name:Alexander Blake Nicknames:Blake, or xander Race: Human Gender: Male Age:19 Height: 5'7'' Weight: 125'lb Status: None,but wants to be on a crew of pirates,and sometimes pretends to be one
Favored tools: His computer repair kit, his gun, and his throwing knives General skills: he's somewhat of a computer whiz, though not to the extreme that his father was, He has average skill with a gun. Also he's favorite skill and one he's practiced alot is his throwing knives. Supernatural skills: none Equipment: none Physical description: a little shorter then the average man, He as a lean build and muscles made for agility, He has semi long/medium length black hair that falls to about his ears in front and about his lower neck in back, in a sort of slant and it curls at the ends. his eye's are a lightish gray, but not to light that it blends with the white of his eyes. His darkish skin was inherited by his native american mother. He sports a scar on his back that extends the entire length of it, diagonally. He normally wears a tight black t-shirt and black cargo pants. He normally does wear a coat but if its cold then he'll wear a black trench coat.
Personality: He's a quite person and doesn't talk much to strangers but one you get to know him he's kind and very protective of what he considers his. (friends, family, lovers, etc.) Also once you get passed his quiet stage, you'll find he's very opinionated, and doesn't back down from an argument easily. Despite his attitude, he's very much a submissive person in other aspects of his life. He'll never fight someone head on, he'll talk his way out of it then attack from behind.
History: He's is the product of a computer engineer and a young native american woman. His mother died when he was young and he as little memory of her. Its speculated by his father that this is why he's gay. He doesn't get along well with his father, being as his father as always blamed him for his mothers death. He left his fathers house when he was 18 and now lives in an apartment and works at a club as a bartender.
Image: don't have none! eek! I cant draw... lol
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Post by Jenner on Jun 1, 2007 1:27:30 GMT -5
My Navy Character! Just for Spammich! Name: Lieutenant Elliot Anstruther ((AKA Lady Elly Anstruther)) Nicknames: Elliot Race: Human of Welsh descent. Gender: Female cross-dressing as male. Age: 27 Height: also about 5'11 Weight: Is rude! Status: Bitter, 5th Lieutenant on the Evangelion. Favored tools: Sabre, flintlock, dagger, buckler. General skills: cross-dressing, kicking ass and taking names. Supernatural skills: Ambidextrous, and the very crucial ability to make and maintain believable male-voice. Equipment: clothes, dual sabres, dual flintlocks and a reflective buckler. Physical description: Tall, lean and grim with intense blue eyes and light brown hair cut boyishly. Rather then rehash it over and over again I will simply say that Elliot is a 27 year old woman whose appearance is that of an EXTREMELY CONVINCING 20-something year old man. Personality: A skilled warrior and an acceptable marksman, Elly is iron-willed and almost always keeps a cool head. A bit of a hard ass, she still has a gentle heart and tries her very best to be the calming influence in Captain Delano’s and Lieutenant McDougals otherwise stressful lives. (It’s highly doubtful she’s remotely successful more then half the time in this agenda.) Originally a devout Christian she has since acquired a deeply rooted bitterness and cynicism that can only come to one who has been thoroughly bitch slapped by fate. History: Elly Anstruther was once a noble lady, but when it came time for her to blossom into a lovely marriageable woman she was instead shunned by puberty and left with very little in the way of womanly attributes with which to haggle. As such, being of foul temperament, she ran away from home, bound her chest, and joined the royal navy. She fought her way up the ranks and was stationed on the 'Gelion. As such, her current duties are whatever a 5th Lieutenant on a ship are since the only thing I know about 5th Lieutenants is that it is the lowest rank of Lieutenant on a British ship. I will make up an obsessively complicated history for her later, I’m tired. Think of her as Bizarro Belladonna!
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