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Post by ✦ ┇ W ι ɳ on Aug 13, 2016 11:37:54 GMT -5
Hey how long do you think you'll be on? ^^
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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2016 12:00:28 GMT -5
Maybe an hour??)
"Trust me," She waved him off with two hands, "The kid can steer. And if he can't, you have the right to tell me 'I told you so' in the Afterlife." She promised. "That is, if we're not too busy with the eternal torture and pain." Heading off down the wooden stairs into the belly of the ship, she could only guess Kain was behind her, because that guy was so light-footed she couldn't hear him. Normally, she wouldn't want someone like this guy on her ship with her, too risky, but this was going to be a game of risks the entire journey, and Kain seemed very motivated by the prize, "We've got something of everything, from pistols to a Gatling gun," She called over her shoulder, "I need you to check that all the barrels are clear. Some of these things are old."
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Post by ✦ ┇ W ι ɳ on Aug 13, 2016 12:11:14 GMT -5
((Dang okay, I have to go take care of some animals it'll probably take me like 45 min ;_; do you think you'll be on at all later in the day? I love rping with you we are just always so far off on timing haha))
"Wonderful." Xavier grunted as he worked on lowering a particularly difficult sail. If they died he would most certainly be taking her up on the offer, in fact she likely would never hear the end of it. Endless I-told-you-so's. Kain walked behind her, footsteps quiet as usual, but he gave her space, he didn't particularly like looming over anyone's shoulder, partially because it made him feel more claustrophobic than he cared for. His eyes wandered over the weapons, mouth set in an unreadable line. No, he did not want to clean guns, that seemed like in inadequate job, but the crew was small and he wasn't about to argue on the subject so he gave a nod. "Ancient." He agreed. So,e of the guns looked like they hadn't been been fired for years as they gathered a collection of dust. He was sure Whetu took whatever weapons she could find and as many since they would likely need spares. He pulled a chair over to where most of the guns were and where he wanted to start. He was still frustrated to be cleaning, but wouldn't show the captain any signs of it, he glanced at her and awaited more instruction if she had any. He wasn't usually one to follow orders, but Whetu hadn't really pissed him off yet so it was much easier to comply.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2016 12:22:05 GMT -5
Maybe later, after my dinner. I'll try!! I know what you mean!! I really love your rp style ;n; curse these timezones, clock-blocked again)
Sonal saw Xavier unfurl the more difficult sail and headed over. Nothing better to do. Besides, these things were often easier with more then one person. "Hold on," She grunted, ignoring the sway of the boat under her feet (don't think about it don't think about you cannot be sick on your first day at sea) "Let me help." She reached up and put a large hand in the tangle of ropes, pulling down hard. It reminded her a little of her first job ever on a boat, hauling up the anchor. Cold and clammy hands were a constant for her back then, not to mention she'd never got her arms blown off multiple times by passing ships. At least this one seemed to have a more manageable system. She really wasn't one for small talk, not to mention she didn't know this boy, but there were going to be fights and she'd rather be fighting alongside someone she'd actually spoken to. Still, it was hard to find somewhere to start
Taking up her own post in the corner, Whetu opened several small boxes and began counting out bullets, a hundred different kinds for a hundred different guns. There were even some old arrowheads in here, what the hell. Who even used arrows anymore? Kain knew how to clean a gun, that was clear. She wasn't surprised at the familiarity he had with handling a gun, in fact it was a little comforting. Xavier's question about Coran had reminded her of how slapdash and odd her crew really was. It was nice to know that at least one of them knew how to load a rifle. "When we're on land at Kydos, and any other island really," the silence lasted about two seconds, "We'll probably by splitting up into groups. Is there anything here you found of?" She asked, gesturing to the weapons around her, counting under her breath all the way, "Cause you should take what you can. These are communal now and we'll be needing them."
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Post by ✦ ┇ W ι ɳ on Aug 13, 2016 13:31:00 GMT -5
(I'm back and I'll be here! I know curse time zones we are like 8 hrs apart haha </3 but I love your rp style too!)
Xavier glanced over, Sonal offering her help was a relief, if was much easier to deal with a difficult task when you had help and she was about the best help he could ask for. He leaned back, his body angled oddly as he pulled, he was strong but not in a beefed at way, his frame was lanky while hers was built. He was still strong enough to be efficient, he had been doing this since he was a child and before that he had helped his parents with work. Being on a boat as it first set sail always without fail gave him a bit of deep repressed anxiety, it brought him back to that night and may after that he cared not to remember. "So Sonal what brings you to work with Whetu?" He asked, keeping his question short and simple, enough to distract him from his own thoughts without prying. Sonal was no nonsense and Whetu, for the most part, enjoyed a good laugh and tease. He wondered if she was after the Hoop as well, or had some sort of personal loyalty to Whetu like a debt.
Kain's eyes scaled over each weapon thoughtfully. He had used strange ones, like cross bows and other less likely items, but he preferred a gun at his side and a sword strapped to his other hip. He didn't usually choose to go heavy on weapons, but in this case he was sure it would be wiser to carry the extra weight. He reached for two pistols and a back holster, those in addition to his own gun and various knives would do nicely. "Can half these people even fight?" He asked her as he continued to focus on cleaning the gun barrels quickly but efficiently. He didn't care much for the crew, he knew none of them personally and it wasn't his concern who could defend himself, but as much as he hated to admit and never would, it didn't sit entirely well with him that not all of them seemed capable of defending themselves. He decided it was more for his own benefit, he needed people to watch his back and Whetu, Sonal and Xavier seemed to be the only ones capable of that. Coran was, well Coran, and as far as he knew the doctor had no experience killing people or even holding a weapon for that matter.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2016 7:15:06 GMT -5
She snorted, remembering why she was here in the first place, "This is her idea of paying me off." She explained, giving the ropes a good tug, "She owes me, big. I got her out of Corporal punishment when they caught her selling illegal jewels out of Salzben." It'd been a bit of a whirlwind, really. Sonal had only just been getting out herself, after a bar fight gone awry. Whetu had spoken effortlessly and eloquently, regardless of being beaten to a pulp by the guards and locked in a cell. Said she couldn't do this twice, said she'd already served under the whip. Promised gold, promised an adventure. Taken off guard and swayed by such naked human pleading she'd agreed. Nearly gotten both of them killed. "She said she'd pay me back with 'the job of a lifetime'," she took on the elaborate manner of little girls when mimicking one another, thought the accent was quite good, "Next thing I know, I'm on this ship loading creates of pickles."
She shrugged, pushing the bullets off the table into her hand and then into a separate box. "Sure, most of them. I know they don't look like much," she admitted the way mothers are forced to admit to a teacher that their child isn't the brightest or the most cooperative, "but everyone has their strengths and weaknesses. Sure the navigator can't throw a punch to save his life, but Sonal can't read." She argued, regardless of the fact that the larger woman would have her head for saying that so casually. "All of them have been at sea before, all of them know what it's like. They may not be a barrel of boxers, but if they keep their wits about them, they'll be fine." Exerting confidence that fooled even herself, Whetu placed the box of bullets down, reached into a dark cupboard and pulled out an old knife. Blunt and useless, she muttered something about her money's worth, she shoved it into a coat pocket, probably to be tossed overboard later. "Why?" She asked, not looking around, a teasing smile playing on her lips, "Worried about them already? Didn't take you for a sentimental man, Kain."
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Post by ✦ ┇ W ι ɳ on Aug 14, 2016 13:21:02 GMT -5
Xavier grinned broadly as he tugged down the last sail with her help and secured the rope tightly. "Oh yeah?" He asked, it didn't surprise him Whetu had talked her way out of corporal punishment, or at least convinced someone to help her escape it. He knew she was always getting into trouble and wasn't surprised she had already faced a whip. He hadn't ever gotten that far, sure being beat by the guard when caught wasn't uncommon for him, or when someone he owed money grew impatient, but he had never been whipped which was something he was grateful for. "Sounds like Whetu. Pays you back by having you work for her." He teased playfully and gave a 'what can you do' sort of shrug. Whetu could be quite convincing, Xavier wondered if in a past life that she had been a saleswoman, a top merch who could close any deal.
Kain scowled in disgust and shook his head, something similar to a smirk but much more viscous formed on his lips as he looked up. "I'm not. Sentiment and concern for your own well being are too very different things captain." He said flatly. "We get into a fight you've got me, Sonal, and Xavier but I don't know how he is with anything other than shooting. You get shot, is that doctor even qualified to patch you up?" He asked, voice calm, but his frustration evident. He had assumed the crew would be more built than this, maybe his faith in Whetu and been somewhat misplaced. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "This is the Hoop Whetu. Countries fought over this, we can't afford to be sloppy." He grumbled. It wasn't that he trusted Whetu's judgement, he needed her to understand he wasn't fooling around and it was likely the whole crew wouldn't make it out of this alive.
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Post by ☆•–– ƒ. ѕcσтт ƒιтzgєяαℓ∂ on Aug 14, 2016 13:41:12 GMT -5
WIP - l'm super excited to join omg but I don't have time atm to write up everything, I just wanted to have a post to edit!
Eliza Lark || 28 || Female || Demiromantic Pansexual A tall, surprisingly burly woman with deep umber skin inherited more from her mother than her father, though he gave her champagne-colored eyes, quick to decipher the problem. She is about 6'2" with a rumbling voice that demands attention. She has thick, windswept dreads tied back with a handkerchief or bandana. She keeps them as clean as she can, tying them back with a short length of rope when she needs to do bloody work. She has a tough exterior but once broken, after she's intimidated the new ones for awhile, she'll break into laughter and good cheer. She sees no reason to be serious, and her front two teeth flash when she smiles, gold to replace those lost. She chooses to wear plain clothes, breeches beneath her skirts that she sewed specially to allow her to quickly remove them in a fight, with daggers strapped to her thighs. She is weak in her shot, far better in close combat due to her strength. She has a slight Caribbean accent that lilts almost like a song, and she is one of the best storytellers when livened by drink, having been on many ships through the years. She is quick on her feet, and quick with her hand, though a steady and loyal presence once her trust has been earned. She enjoys wrestling other crew members as well, always quite willing for a good friendly fight.
She was born to two sugar cane-farming slaves in the dead of a hot summer night, but once born she was hidden for several months before she was found, and her mother was forced to admit that she was her's, though she kept her father's identity secret. So she was cast out, sold to another family who kept her as a nursemaid for other children of slaves and when Lark was old enough they were sold again. The next family was kind enough to keep her mother as an "inside servant" who learned in secret to read and write under the wife's tutelage. The head of the household was a doctor, who decided that as they were childless to treat their servant's daughter as their own and so taught her himself when he could, his wife when he could not. Her mother still cared for her, telling her of her real father and singing her to sleep. She had a good life for many years, told by her mother her name was chosen one part due to her and one part for her father, because to her mother he had always been as happy as a lark when she was around. She learned to become a surgeon in her own right beside her new father, and though she loved him dearly she was sixteen when she knew that the community had begun to murmur, to wonder why they had not sold her yet. To protect them, and also because she wanted to find her birth father and save him, she left--they did not want her to go, but understood her so well they allowed it, giving her a small sum and her "father" giving her his first saw, her second mother a few handkerchiefs and her own mother her songs. They waved goodbye, unsure if they would ever see her again, but so she snuck aboard a ship and went. Unfortunately for her, it was dark and she accidentally snuck aboard a Cleorusian commander's prize ship. But she was smart, showing her skills as a surgeon and due to his desperate need for a doctor aboard the lightly-crewed prize ship, he agreed on one condition. Even if she did not enlist, she must be taught the skills to survive as a sailor. She later became a pirate's surgeon. From when she left that small ship to a few months back, she has been learning and growing, hopping from ship to ship. Finally, she settled on this ship and found a kind of home as an experienced sailor, elected as first mate over time when people realized she had a level head under pressure. || Single || other
Eun-Jae Winter || 21 || male || bisexual mental + physical description history (use this section to tell me if your character is a crew member, civilian, royal guard etc) || relationship status || other
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Post by ✦ ┇ W ι ɳ on Aug 14, 2016 14:07:12 GMT -5
Hi there! ^^ I like your SN c:
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Post by ☆•–– ƒ. ѕcσтт ƒιтzgєяαℓ∂ on Aug 14, 2016 18:01:27 GMT -5
[ Thank you!! I like your SN too! ]
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Post by ✦ ┇ W ι ɳ on Aug 14, 2016 18:06:10 GMT -5
Aw thank you c: I should probably finish Camilla's history and Heath I'm the worst with forms ugh
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Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2016 5:32:17 GMT -5
WIP - l'm super excited to join omg but I don't have time atm to write up everything, I just wanted to have a post to edit! Eliza Lark || 28 || Female || Demiromantic Pansexual A tall, surprisingly burly woman with deep umber skin inherited more from her mother than her father, though he gave her champagne-colored eyes, quick to decipher the problem. She is about 6'2" with a rumbling voice that demands attention. She has thick, windswept dreads tied back with a handkerchief or bandana. She keeps them as clean as she can, tying them back with a short length of rope when she needs to do bloody work. She has a tough exterior but once broken, after she's intimidated the new ones for awhile, she'll break into laughter and good cheer. She sees no reason to be serious, and her front two teeth flash when she smiles, gold to replace those lost. She chooses to wear plain clothes, breeches beneath her skirts that she sewed specially to allow her to quickly remove them in a fight, with daggers strapped to her thighs. She is weak in her shot, far better in close combat due to her strength. She has a slight Caribbean accent that lilts almost like a song, and she is one of the best storytellers when livened by drink, having been on many ships through the years. She is quick on her feet, and quick with her hand, though a steady and loyal presence once her trust has been earned. She enjoys wrestling other crew members as well, always quite willing for a good friendly fight. She was born to two sugar cane-farming slaves in the dead of a hot summer night, but once born she was hidden for several months before she was found, and her mother was forced to admit that she was her's, though she kept her father's identity secret. So she was cast out, sold to another family who kept her as a nursemaid for other children of slaves and when Lark was old enough they were sold again. The next family was kind enough to keep her mother as an "inside servant" who learned in secret to read and write under the wife's tutelage. The head of the household was a doctor, who decided that as they were childless to treat their servant's daughter as their own and so taught her himself when he could, his wife when he could not. Her mother still cared for her, telling her of her real father and singing her to sleep. She had a good life for many years, told by her mother her name was chosen one part due to her and one part for her father, because to her mother he had always been as happy as a lark when she was around. She learned to become a surgeon in her own right beside her new father, and though she loved him dearly she was sixteen when she knew that the community had begun to murmur, to wonder why they had not sold her yet. To protect them, and also because she wanted to find her birth father and save him, she left--they did not want her to go, but understood her so well they allowed it, giving her a small sum and her "father" giving her his first saw, her second mother a few handkerchiefs and her own mother her songs. They waved goodbye, unsure if they would ever see her again, but so she snuck aboard a ship and went. Unfortunately for her, it was dark and she accidentally snuck aboard a Cleorusian commander's prize ship. But she was smart, showing her skills as a surgeon and due to his desperate need for a doctor aboard the lightly-crewed prize ship, he agreed on one condition. Even if she did not enlist, she must be taught the skills to survive as a sailor and a pirate's surgeon. From when she left that small ship to now, she has been learning and growing, hopping from ship to ship. || Single || other Character's name || age || gender || orientation mental + physical description history (use this section to tell me if your character is a crew member, civilian, royal guard etc) || relationship status || other Character's name || age || gender || orientation mental + physical description history (use this section to tell me if your character is a crew member, civilian, royal guard etc) || relationship status || other hello!!! I rlly love your screenname and your character!!! Welcome!! I'm sorry for asking this but is your character the ship doctor or the Cleorusian guard's doctor?? :v
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Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2016 5:43:02 GMT -5
"Tell me about it." She muttered, securing the last rope in a quick knot along the mast. "Save a life and get a job. On what has to be the oldest boat I've ever been on." She put her hands on her hips and tilted her head backwards, blinking up at the sails and, beyond that, the sky. "What about you? How did she manage to wrangle you aboard this," she waved in a circle, "death sentence?" Ever the pessimistic, Sonal could see three outcomes of this journey. One) They found the Hoop and got what they wanted, Two) the Hoop could not be found and they all turn on each other or Three) They all get killed. Even if they did find the Hoop, it wouldn't be quiet for long, would it? They could be starting another war with this jaunt across the waves.
"Hey," She snapped her fingers and gave a point, "Don't be questioning my choice in crew. Camilla is the best for this job, trust me. I know she's young but, news flash, so are you. I think Sonal's actually the oldest crew member we've got, and she's not even thirty." Did this make Sonal their parental figure? She was more of the creepy uncle you meet at a few family gatherings who doesn't talk to you except for unasked for gruesome anecdotes, then say the mother figure. "I know we're after a big prize and I know it's going to be tough, but everyone here wants this, Kain. They've all got their reasons. Maybe you don't have much faith in human character, but I find it quite an endearing thing. It's very hard to stomp out." Every sailor had their own share of tall-tales to tell, mother lifting up masts to save their children, elderly folk fighting like men possessed to keep their ship afloat. She'd seen plenty of unexpected bravery and believed that everyone here had the ability to light that fire in them.
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Post by ☆•–– ƒ. ѕcσтт ƒιтzgєяαℓ∂ on Aug 15, 2016 7:35:52 GMT -5
[ Omg thanks! And the ship's surgeon ^_^ as in pirates, sorry it wasn't clear! I just edited it to make things more clear hopefully lol I'll be adding maybe three more characters soon, I have to change up their backstories to fit with rp ^^" ]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2016 8:04:32 GMT -5
It's alright!! We acc already have a ship doctor, unless you see the surgeon as something different?? She hasn't been added yet, but Camilla is our doc c:' _
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Post by ☆•–– ƒ. ѕcσтт ƒιтzgєяαℓ∂ on Aug 15, 2016 8:20:36 GMT -5
Oh ok, I tried to check but I must've missed it! Hm I think a surgeon's a bit different as they actually do the amputations whereas a doctor may not be able to, I'm not sure. If it's not possible, I'll edit her to be a navigator or maybe first mate?
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Post by prophet on Aug 15, 2016 9:35:51 GMT -5
This looks awsome~ I'll join ^u^
Iori Ashgarde || 23 || female || straight For a woman, she's on the taller and more muscular end of the spectrum. She has wide hips and a large bust. She keeps her black hair short and unkempt, since she'd rather not bother. Her eyes are a deep ocean green, shifting to blue in some types of light. When she's not wearing armor, she's wearing simple yet elegant and expensive clothes that drape off her body in flattering ways. She rarely wears a dress, but many say it's a sight to see. She's a tough, tomboy kind of girl, but don't let her façade fool you. She's actually very feminine, with lots of traditionally girly colors and jewelry among her dressers, which she views as an embarrassing secret. Despite her secret, she's also very strong in mind and body. Iori's proud of her knowledge of Cleorus politics and people, and she does her best to help anyone in need. She also has a strong sense of duty and loyalty to her father, a royal guard. Her greatest desire is to inherit his title, and she's determined to prove herself as deserving of it. And, under all that, she's a deeply passionate person. She goes full-throttle toward any challenge, over any hurdle. She's not the sharpest arrow in the quill, but she's always eager to learn. She also loves her brother and supports him, but is determined to make him come back to his duties. || single; sister of Ryu || very skilled in sword combat
Ryu Ashgarde || 19 || male || gay Tall and lean, he has been swimming and sailing since he was a kid, making him strong and sturdy. He has raven-black hair that mostly stays in a long braid, and light green eyes. He often wears baggy clothes for comfort and convenience, keeping his pants buckled due to several incidents of them falling in severely embarrassing situations. He has several swirling tattoos written in an archaic language, the overall effect being some sort of tribal markings. His most prominent tattoo is the only one gracing his face: a dragon-like curl that starts above his left eye, forming an archaic word that stretches down the side of his neck. Ryu is a serious and astute fellow, with a hidden intelligence that would rival most scholars. He's actually the eldest son of a Cleorus royal guard, but was disowned for being gay, and so has a hatred for Royalty and a general mistrust of others for fear of being rejected. He joined the crew of the Blackguard in hope of a great adventure, since he's insatiably curious and loves to learn about new cultures. The whole point of being on the ship is for him to see new places and people; he cares little for treasure, or anything material. He doesn't speak much, and is eagerly obedient. His enemies tend to underestimate him due to his appearance and lack of conversation, which gives him an advantage in fights. Coming from a long line of royal guards, it often surprises people when they learn Ryu is an avid Atheist, though it doesn't surprise anyone who knows him. He has little regard for superstitions or the Gods, but never speaks against them. He, of course, knows everything about them and the Great Golden Hoop, but pretty much thinks it's all fairy tales and legend. It doesn't discourage him from looking for treasure, though, since he likes to trade it for books. || single; brother of Iori || Ryu knows hand-to-hand combat as well as swordfighting
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Post by ✦ ┇ W ι ɳ on Aug 15, 2016 10:21:44 GMT -5
"Oh it's really not to hard to convince me to do something." Xavier admitted and rubbed the back of his neck in a slightly sheepish way. Not a lot of people understood his thirst for adrenaline and excitement, they mostly assumed he was crazy or had a death wish. "Why does anyone do anything really? Money, glory, adventure." He explained to her and leaned back against the mast. He ran a hand through his hair then shrugged. "I had seen her around the docks, then been hired for small jobs on her crew. She told me this was the most dangerous and wild adventure I could ever hope to be apart of and if I missed it, I'd regret it forever. That was enough for me, plus the big pay check at the end." Xavier knew he probably sounded stupid, nobody ran towards danger and embraced if like a lost friend, but he had no idea of anything different and his memories of a quiet life in occupied land were far gone.
Anyone else who would snap their figures at him like that would find themself missing those fingers very quickly, but with Whetu it didn't irritate him much. Kain didn't like being categorized as young with the others. Yes he was young, but he wasn't inexperienced which he wasn't sure many of them could say the same. He did what needed to be done and never had a problem with it, would any of them be able to as well. He ran the rag for cleaning over the handle of a gun thoughtfully as he processed what Whetu was trying to say. She was right, he had absolutely no faith in the human character. He had seen too much to let naive hope that people were more good than evil clog his judgement. His father had died because someone wanted a few more coins in their pocket and a nice watch. He didn't trust people or their motives and they general didn't trust him. But the crew did seem motivated which he supposed was as good of a sign as he could get. He finished cleaning a rifle and set it aside. "Fine. I just hope those reasons are enough motivation to get us through this."
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Post by ✦ ┇ W ι ɳ on Aug 15, 2016 10:22:40 GMT -5
((Oh yeah sorry Fitz, we already have a doctor and navigator but you could go with first mate I guess o.o Also hello prophet I like your characters~))
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Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2016 12:13:37 GMT -5
Oh ok, I tried to check but I must've missed it! Hm I think a surgeon's a bit different as they actually do the amputations whereas a doctor may not be able to, I'm not sure. If it's not possible, I'll edit her to be a navigator or maybe first mate? A first mate would be ideal cause we really need one of those!!)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2016 12:15:07 GMT -5
This looks awsome~ I'll join ^u^
Iori Ashgarde || 23 || female || straight For a woman, she's on the taller and more muscular end of the spectrum. She has wide hips and a large bust. She keeps her black hair short and unkempt, since she'd rather not bother. Her eyes are a deep ocean green, shifting to blue in some types of light. When she's not wearing armor, she's wearing simple yet elegant and expensive clothes that drape off her body in flattering ways. She rarely wears a dress, but many say it's a sight to see. She's a tough, tomboy kind of girl, but don't let her façade fool you. She's actually very feminine, with lots of traditionally girly colors and jewelry among her dressers, which she views as an embarrassing secret. Despite her secret, she's also very strong in mind and body. Iori's proud of her knowledge of Cleorus politics and people, and she does her best to help anyone in need. She also has a strong sense of duty and loyalty to her father, a royal guard. Her greatest desire is to inherit his title, but it's forbidden for a female to do so. Nontheless, she's determined to prove herself and all women as capable soldiers. She has many supporters and friends--young men and women like her. And, under all that, she's a deeply passionate person. She goes full-throttle toward any challenge, over any hurdle. She's not the sharpest arrow in the quill, but she's always eager to learn. She also loves her brother and supports him, but is determined to make him come back to his duties. || single; sister of Ryu || very skilled in sword combat
Ryu Ashgarde || 19 || male || gay Tall and lean, he has been swimming and sailing since he was a kid, making him strong and sturdy. He has raven-black hair that mostly stays in a long braid, and light green eyes. He often wears baggy clothes for comfort and convenience, keeping his pants buckled due to several incidents of them falling in severely embarrassing situations. He has several swirling tattoos written in an archaic language, the overall effect being some sort of tribal markings. His most prominent tattoo is the only one gracing his face: a dragon-like curl that starts above his left eye, forming an archaic word that stretches down the side of his neck. Ryu is a serious and astute fellow, with a hidden intelligence that would rival most scholars. He's actually the eldest son of a Cleorus royal guard, but was disowned for being gay, and so has a hatred for Royalty and a general mistrust of others for fear of being rejected. He joined the crew of the Blackguard in hope of a great adventure, since he's insatiably curious and loves to learn about new cultures. The whole point of being on the ship is for him to see new places and people; he cares little for treasure, or anything material. He doesn't speak much, and is eagerly obedient. His enemies tend to underestimate him due to his appearance and lack of conversation, which gives him an advantage in fights. Coming from a long line of royal guards, it often surprises people when they learn Ryu is an avid Atheist, though it doesn't surprise anyone who knows him. He has little regard for superstitions or the Gods, but never speaks against them. He, of course, knows everything about them and the Great Golden Hoop, but pretty much thinks it's all fairy tales and legend. It doesn't discourage him from looking for treasure, though, since he likes to trade it for books. || single; brother of Iori || Ryu knows hand-to-hand combat as well as swordfighting
hello! I love your characters ^u^ One thing tho, cause women can be royal guards ^^' other then that they're perfect! i'll be on to rp soon I gotta eat dinner)
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Post by prophet on Aug 15, 2016 12:18:31 GMT -5
This looks awsome~ I'll join ^u^
hello! I love your characters ^u^ One thing tho, cause women can be royal guards ^^' other then that they're perfect! i'll be on to rp soon I gotta eat dinner) { Thank you!!! *u* Ok, lol. I just went with it. (I'll edit that.) I have to go to work, unfortunately, so I might not be able to rp at all, depending }
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Post by prophet on Aug 15, 2016 12:19:05 GMT -5
✦ ┇ W ι ɳ Thank you~ ^w^ (I love Supernatural<3)
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Post by ✦ ┇ W ι ɳ on Aug 15, 2016 12:19:50 GMT -5
I have to go in like 20 min but I'll try to get a reply in! I'm going out of town and will be back wed! c:
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Post by ☆•–– ƒ. ѕcσтт ƒιтzgєяαℓ∂ on Aug 15, 2016 12:49:41 GMT -5
Oh ok, I tried to check but I must've missed it! Hm I think a surgeon's a bit different as they actually do the amputations whereas a doctor may not be able to, I'm not sure. If it's not possible, I'll edit her to be a navigator or maybe first mate? A first mate would be ideal cause we really need one of those!!) Fine by me, I'm at work but I'll edit everything when I get home ^_^ \\@sappho
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Post by ✦ ┇ W ι ɳ on Aug 15, 2016 12:50:01 GMT -5
Dang I gotta go! I'm excited you joined Fitz and prophet I'll see everyone wed! Don't do too much without me o.o
Bye guys! <3
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Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2016 13:18:33 GMT -5
I'll add all the new characters tomorrow c: Anyone who's here and wants to rp, I have Coran open on the ship and Chrysanta open back in Leibonia)
Trying not to seem horrified, Sonal listened and inwardly shook her head. This kid had joined for the adventure? It'd be a hell of an adventure for him when they floated him back to shore in a wooden box. Still, who was she to judge? One way or another, they'd all ended up here, hadn't they? They all had that in common at the very least. Even that dog must have been swayed by something. Slightly annoyed that she'd just compared herself to a dog, she blinked at the sun and turned her face back to Xavier's, "Fair enough. The only thing we've got for sure here is that it wouldn't be dull." Maybe he'd signed on for a better deal then she had. After they found that Hoop, she was going to buy the smallest house she could find in the middle of nowhere and retire.
She smiled, pleased to have swayed him, and reached for a new box, this one had multiple sections and some already were filled with bullets. They were cleaner and less older too, Whetu's own bullets. Mismatching and every kind under the sun, she fished a couple out and transferred them to an empty compartment, counting quietly under her breath. Numbers were evil. This was a well known fact. But they had there uses, "Glad you could see things my way." She smiled over her shoulder, "That being said - if you see anyone not um, pulling their weight, so to speak, do let me know. Slackers will not be tolerated." She did her best Cleoursian accent, having spent many months up close and personal with the Royal Guards in her prison cell. That Heath guy is just so angry. What was his problem.
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Post by prophet on Aug 15, 2016 18:19:17 GMT -5
{ Here! Quick question: are we on shore? I read your thing, just clarifying }
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Post by Deleted on Aug 16, 2016 3:32:11 GMT -5
No, we've set sail, but only a few moments ago c: We're heading for Kydos first, and it's a really warm day. Other then that, the crew are just mingling, they don't know each other very well yet. Whetu and Kain are talking down below deck and Sonal and Xavier are unfurling the sails, but everyone else should be free.
Is Iori a royal guard or a pirate?)
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Aegis☆.
Ravenclaw // Aries // Lawful Neutral // Narnian // Willow-The Mediator // INFP // Phlegmatic
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Post by Aegis☆. on Aug 16, 2016 5:06:37 GMT -5
((Ackk ur world building in this RP is amazinggg!! *pops in* I want to join very badly but I am concerned that I might not be able to catch up to whatever had happened so far XD Is it okay if I stick around a bit and see what happens? :3))
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