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Post by 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝 on May 27, 2019 23:14:22 GMT -5
LMAO thank you I figured it sounded French or something but I just mentioned it in the starter as like a statement of hey shes got a fancy name maybe she can tell us something about those other people with fancy names that we hate!!!! Bc crispy is smart like that Edit: I used a word was contraband YIKES sorry i forgot it wasnt allowed bc that's not how I meant it Ugh just bury me alive
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Post by vakarian on May 27, 2019 23:24:10 GMT -5
If there was one thing Delphine missed the most about living in her old estate, it was the quality of the lodging. She had lamented this fact to Crispin god knows how many times, but she could never get over that whatever she was plopped down on was not a proper bed. Her aching back would second the claim, but she also couldn't count how many times the crew called her a "purebred bellyacher". Ten years, she mused, ten years and it was the same crude pet name. But nevertheless, the former noble persisted.
At the moment, her nose was buried in the middle of a generously-sized book. A lantern adorning the desk next to her "bed" had spent most of its kerosene, and the flame was reduced to a low hum. It was just enough to illuminate the pages that Delphine eagerly flipped through. This particular read was one of her treasures that she collected over the years of raiding cargo ships. Most of the crew would greet the wealth of literature they plundered with scowls, to which she'd scoop it all up and they never left her quarters again. Reading was one of the few things she could do on the ship, besides work and talk people's ears off, so she treated every book as such. And this particular one had captured a great deal of her interest... Her eyes darted from paragraph to paragraph, fervently siphoning all its contents until-
Boom! ...CRACK!
The sound of splintering wood made her jolt forward, dropping her book in the process. At this time of night? Splendid. Delphine thought, her inner voice dripping with rancor. Shouts from the crew could be heard just above deck, but despite the initial shock she knew that the Burning Rose could easily recover. The gang of pirates was rowdy, but she'd trust most - if not all - of them with her life. After the boom!s of returning cannon fire resounded through the crisp air, the night returned back to its tranquil state. She heard no further authoritative shouts from the captain or first mate, so the ship was likely irrelevant. That's good. Wouldn't want to be causing this much of a ruckus when we're this close to Port Royal. As the thought crossed her mind, the familiar sound of an anchor's chains clinked as the hunk of metal was released into the depths. They'd arrived.
With a relieved huff, Delphine got off the bed and retrieved the fallen book. No crinkled pages! (It's the little victories.) Tossing it onto the cream-colored sheets, she figured she would go above deck to assess the situation. That was when a crew member, Abraham, pushed open the door.
"You're needed above deck, Delphine. Captain's orders."
"Right away," she replied briskly, "I was just getting ready to go myself." With a discerning nod, Abraham turned and left as quick as he came. It wasn't long before Delphine appeared above deck, and was met with the crew exiting the ship in handfuls at a time. They were pushing each other around excitedly - a well deserved break it was for everybody.
It was not difficult to locate the captain. Dressed better than the rest - even more so than most other captains she had run in with, which she appreciated - and a stance that commanded many, even when at the bow of a docked ship. She sauntered over to his side, looking out over the port ahead of them. The lights flickered and dotted the coastline, characterizing the raving life that continued on even into the wee hours of the morning.
"You asked for me?" Delphine queried, her gaze not shifting to meet him just yet. "Is it about the scuffle we just had?"
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Post by vakarian on May 27, 2019 23:26:34 GMT -5
(HOO WEE that's probably the longest starter i've ever written. i love my snooty girl like that. also i love that logic, and i love this crispy boy xD and i honestly tried to decipher what the mysterious word is, and i still am not completely sure lolol)
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Post by 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝 on May 27, 2019 23:35:58 GMT -5
I'm glad you like him! He's a chameleon he'd fit in anywhere, very refined for a pirate lmao And I do like del she intrigues me if nothing else xD Oh don't worry about it then it's not a huge deal, and not a huge important piece of the ships description so its chill
Oky bud now I gotta go bed goodnight!
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on May 28, 2019 0:18:47 GMT -5
(about to put a response up for abraham! but vakarian, here's delphine :)
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Demisexual
Leo
Surviving off Thai tea and Miguel O'hara
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Post by Leo on May 28, 2019 0:50:48 GMT -5
(Ok, I'm gonna put Cassian in the tavern. Feel free to have anyone interact with him)
Cassian Avery entered the Port Royale's busiest tavern wearing a simple brown, leather coat that reached halfway down his knees, and a similar tricorn hat lacking any decoration. Compared to many in the tavern, nothing about Cassian particularly caught the eye, which had been his goal. He had hoped to keep a low profile until the brethren court meeting in a few days time, not wanting anyone to know his true identity until he was offically presented before his fellow captains. At least, that's what his father had instructed his quarter master to tell the young sailor, and out of respect for his late father, Cassian obeyed. He figured there was some sensiblitity in the request, as it would allow him to observe the true colors of the pirates he was to rule. And since he knew little about pirates, he wished to gain as much knowledge as he could before his time came. Looking around the room with his dark eyes, he discreetly weaved in and out of the drunken crowd until he found a small table in a shadowy corner that was ideally empty. So the man slipped into the chair and kept his head down, the shadows of the corner and from his hat marring the details of his face. A tavern wench approached him and he quietly ordered a pint of rum before leaning forward with his elbows on the table, listening for any news regarding the court’s meeting, or anything else of interest.
While The Siren's Secret's captain lounged at her table, her pet stole something from one of his crewmates and tossed the item around. Causing the victim to chase after the stolen item. The crew members laughed and teased the poor man as he struggled to reclaim what looked like a pocket watch. Giving up he huffed and rolled his eyes teasingly at his friends. He knew he'd get it back. Eventually... Meanwhile, Mateo was scrambling away with the pocket watch in hand. He climbed onto the quiet stranger's table and leaped onto his head, pushing his hat down and trying to hide the watch somewhere on his person. He continued to chitter chatter as he scrambled around the man. Finally, after hiding the watch in the man's coat pocket, Mateo landed on the table and stared at Cassian. He put a finger to his lips for a moment and then bared his fangs as if to smile.
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on May 28, 2019 0:53:45 GMT -5
Nathaniel "Nathan" Wright // Nathan has medium length, blonde hair that he likes to either keep messy, combed back or spiky. He has bright blue eyes and a mischievous smile that never leaves his lips. He is fairly tall standing at around 5'10 and has a athletic looking build. He has a short beard that he likes to keep trimmed. Nathaniel has both of his ears pieced and wears a golden necklace. Usually, he can be seen wearing expensive or extravagant clothing. He plans on getting a few tattoos much to the crew's surprise. He is 30 years old. // Nathan is interesting to say the least. Unlike other pirate captains, Nathan thrives on cleanliness. He dislikes his crew being smelly or dirty and urges them to actually wash themselves. He takes great pride in his appearance, and makes sure the ship is always looking great. He is a bit of a drama king and has been known to start fights and rivalries over petty things. Nathaniel adores jewels and valuable items and will do whatever it takes to get them. He is possessive over his property, and will give out harsh punishment to anyone who tries stealing from him. Most underestimate Nathan, thinking he is just a pushover. However, Nathaniel is known to be ruthless and won't hesitate to kill. He has a large ego and is easily swayed if coin or jewels are involved. // Nathaniel was born to a wealthy family and had his life planned out for him. He was meant to marry a lovey lady and be a proper heir to the family name. However, he disliked this and found himself longing for something else. He ended up hopping on a ship and never looking back. To make the long story short, he ended up joining some pirates, learning their ways and gaining a ship and crew of his own. // He has a ginger cat named Rosemary and a long haired white cat named Precious. He has a certain affinity for diamonds and other rare or just shiny looking valuables. // Hawky2581 age
(He is the Captain of the Golden Gaze. Unsure about his nickname. Maybe the Lion, or The Golden Lion?)
Mason Hillcove // Mason has golden brown hair that barely touches his ears. He has hazel colored eyes and a charming smile. Mason stands at around 5'8 or 5'9 and has white skin. Mason has a above average build with a few tattoos on his arms and a bandanna around his neck. He typically likes to wear nice looking shirts and pants. Mason is around 28 years old. // Mason is charming and friendly kind of guy. At first glance you wouldn't think he was a pirate. He is kind and knows how to be a gentleman. He uses his good looks and mannerisms to get what he wants. Mason may seem soft but don't let that fool you. He is a skilled fighter, and uses his speed against his opponent. Despite all this, Mason tends to be moody and will be distant. He doesn't really know why and prefers not to discuss it. He is pretty creative and likes to write down stories and thoughts in his journals. Due to his background, Mason knows how to bargain and get a good deal on something. He also has a knack for knowing when someone is lying. It's not super accurate but he claims it is. // Mason was born and raised in the city. His father was a merchant and taught him everything about the merchant trade. Mason was expected to follow in his father's footstep but he wasn't interested in being a merchant. Initially he always wanted to be a knight. However, as time went on that dream seemed impossible. Instead, a pirate convinced him to sail the open seas and to be his man. Mason thought long and hard about this before deciding to become a pirate. // One day, he hopes to marry someone and settle down. // Hawky2581 age
(Not sure where to put Mason. If no one wants him I'll stick him on the Golden Gaze. Since it appears to have a theme lol)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 28, 2019 1:03:38 GMT -5
Oh my gosh I love that drawing for Lilith she looks amazing!
I’ll get my response up soon)
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on May 28, 2019 1:25:32 GMT -5
Hehe XD)
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Demisexual
Leo
Surviving off Thai tea and Miguel O'hara
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Post by Leo on May 28, 2019 2:19:32 GMT -5
Branton Fletcher // A muscular 5’10” man with angular features, short blonde hair that's swept back, and thick stubble covering his face. His skin is tanned from constantly being out to sea. His eyes are an intense and serious stormy blue. His mouth seems to be permanently turned downward in a frown. He is always pretty serious. Which is unfortunate for the 34-year-old man as he is fairly handsome. During his early years as young sailor, Branton's ship was attacked and he had to defend the cargo they were carrying. During the battle he turned his back on the enemy and was shot in the abdomen right above his hip. Luckily for him, the bullet went through and wasn't lodged into his side. However, the wound scarred to where there was a small entry scar in the back and a much larger exit scar on the front of his hip. There some minor bags under Branton's eyes from lack of sleep and a bit of stress. His attire is that of a Navy officers. Dark navy blue or Red coats for formal and active duty situations and long casual coats when off duty or trying to blend in. // Cold, and intimidating. He expects results when he asks for them. So, not really the easiest person to become friends with. He is a by the book sort of person and expects everyone else to be the same way. Because of his history with pirates, he absolutely despises them. He also knows now not to ever turn his back on his enemy. If you do ever gain Branton's trust, he is a very loyal friend and will defend you until there is no need to do so anymore. He hardly smiles genuinely for anyone. Only for the people that he likes and even that's rare. Otherwise, he just has a cold expression on his face. // Born to the son of a wealthy merchant, Branton always had dreams of sailing on the ocean. At one point he even thought about running away and becoming a pirate. The wild thoughts of a foolish young boy. Instead, he joined the ranks of the British Navy were as close to pirating as he could get. And among those years is when he learned to hate pirates of any kind. From there, he's had multiple run ins with pirates which only confirmed his disgust for them. He's become hardened during his time out on the sea and doesn't see any chance of him settling down any time soon.// British Navy Captain // LeopardHeart Dagen Finnley // Dark and dangerous are common words that one might use to describe 6'0" 26-year-old Dagen. His smile is just was sharp as his tongue and his eyes are an icy light green lined with khol. He has wavy black hair that cascades down his shoulders which is usually in a somewhat messy half up half down style, in order to be able to see while he works. He has an athletic build from working year after year on his ship and has the scars to prove that he is an avid fighter. He also has a celtic earring in his right ear. One of the few things besides his heavy irish accent linking him to any sort of past. // Dagen doesn't have a lot of friends. Probably because he's rude and blunt and doesn't have time to coddle anyone. He knows he's not a nice person and in fact can be cruel if you don't fit into his plans. The only people he is loyal to are his captain and his crew. Otherwise, he has no respect for the rest of the members of the Brethren court. The one thing that most people find surprising about him is that he is extremely patient. It's almost scary how patient he can be. He's also fairly smart despite his appearance. He acts arrogantly with those he doesn't like and acts less arrogantly with those he does like. If he has a chance to backstab someone, he'll usually take it if it benefits him. He does, however, have a soft spot for kids. He'll never admit it though. // As long as he can remember, Dagen has always been called such. It's been so long since he has heard his birth name after all. He had left it behind with his old life in some small town in Ireland. And that's about all anyone knows about him. And he intends to keep it that way.// Crew Member of The Neptune// LeopardHeart Kenna Eden // Soft features framed by curly red hair that is always neatly done, Kenna stands at 5'6". This 20 year old woman has light blue eyes and pink lips that have a slight up turn to them. She always makes it a point to look her best and show off her best assets. She looks young and nonthreatening which she uses to her advantage. Especially since she has a thick french accent, people tend to think she doesn't speak english very well. // Charming and kind, Kenna enjoys gossiping. Especially, if it's information she can use and pass on to someone that might pay her well. Despite her name (which means Born of Fire), She doesn't have a violent bone in her body. She can be pretty meek and crumbles under violent confrontation. // Raised in France, Kenna learned that she must find the finer things in life. Well, finer led her to being married off to some wealthy older man she didn't know who had already been married previously four times. There was also a rumor that the man's wives tended to disappear without a trace. Not agreeing with her fate, Kenna ran off towards freedom. After a year of being homeless, she was brought in to the Tavern and given a place to stay. She has called it home ever since. // Tavern Wench/ Lady of the Night // LeopardHeart
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 28, 2019 4:20:05 GMT -5
(I’m really busy but I wanted to get a reply up so I may just quote my response to this from the original roleplay rather than writing out a new one XD Sorry)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 28, 2019 4:21:25 GMT -5
The sound of orders being given floated in the wind, carrying to Lilith's ears from all over the ship. This crew was well-disciplined, they followed every order quickly and efficiently and did not question. The only person who Lilith allowed to question her was her second-in-command, Artem. They differed in opinion a lot but she respected him. None of the crew, not even Artem, knew this, but Lilith quite enjoyed the fact that Artem and herself shared aspects of their past. Both had been sort of thrown into the pirating world, taken in by the crew of The Broken Dagger. Lilith had made a point of not telling her crew about her past, and any remaining crew members on the ship who remembered Lilith when she was first taken aboard had been sworn to secrecy.
The Broken Dagger had been a relatively well-known ship when Lilith was first taken aboard, under previous captains, but it was only though Lilith's leadership and brutality that the ship came to be infamous. After all, there were some benefits to being a well-known pirate sailing on the seas. Sometimes ships surrendered simply upon seeing the Broken Dagger. And one didn't get those advantages by being merciful or complacent. There were some risks, as well, but Lilith and her crew were willing to take them. The woman had prepared her crew well for every eventuality. Nothing could hold them down, and they were well enough prepared that they could continue as a ship without Lilith if it came down to it, though she did have doubts over how Artem would be as the captain. He was a good leader, but was he too soft? Would he hesitate to kill at a crucial moment? Would the ship continue to have the success it currently enjoyed?
But her thoughts were interrupted at the sounds of approaching footsteps behind her. The woman only had to glance over her shoulder to see that the Quarter Master was now standing behind her.
"Excellent," Lilith responded to the update that they were now in position. There were no orders she needed to give in response; it was just a waiting game now. To be honest, Artem was lucky to have even gotten an acknowledgement of this information from Lilith.
At his question, she looked at Artem for a moment, considering her response. She wasn't sure whether he was prying or making small talk, neither of which she really appreciated. But then she knew Artem, and she knew that he knew how Lilith worked. He knew she didn't appreciate meaningless pleasantries and that she didn't like people asking her too many questions. So she decided she would give him the benefit of the doubt and assume that he was just curious.
"I don't rightly know," the woman responded "I cannot say I agree with their decision to put a newcomer in such an important position, but if this Cassian whelp is anything at all like his father I am sure he will excel in such a position. Henry Avery was a decent captain and leader. The boy is of no concern of mine until he gets in our way. If he at all impedes the progress of the Broken Dagger, or appears a threat, then he will become an issue in my eyes."
In other words, he was acceptable. Lilith didn't see him as an immediate problem and would tolerate him until given a reason not to. But once again, having turned her gaze back out to the sea while she spoke, she glanced at Artem.
"What about you, Corcer? A penny for your thoughts/"
She wasn't sure if the quartermaster had an opinion to volunteer. And he might have some useful ideas for how to deal with this Avery boy. She valued his opinions, and his were the only ones she asked for.
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Post by 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝 on May 28, 2019 8:15:59 GMT -5
(I’m really busy but I wanted to get a reply up so I may just quote my response to this from the original roleplay rather than writing out a new one XD Sorry) You're all good! I'm honestly doing the same, just tweaking some things lol
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Post by vakarian on May 28, 2019 9:15:36 GMT -5
(about to put a response up for abraham! but vakarian, here's delphine
(AAAH I love her!! Thank you! <3)
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Post by 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝 on May 28, 2019 11:35:18 GMT -5
The gentle, humming collisions of the waves as they roamed beneath the ship reached his ears like a soft, contented exhale after a kiss. Nothing was quite so calming to him as the sound of the ocean. It reminded him of a simpler time, before his world was upended and everything he thought was true was overturned. But the ocean had the uncanny and unwelcome ability to make one reminiscent, especially when one had something to be be reminiscent about. It didn't happen all the time as it used to, but occasionally, he still saw reminders of what he'd lost. Beaches were particularly familiar, with their clear waters, glittering in the sun and pale sand beneath. All he could see was her white dress, floating in water that was tinged with red. He had to forcibly remind himself they were nowhere near the shore, nowhere near anything that might reach into his mind and shake those memories to and fro, ripping them from their hiding place and reminding him why he was here, on a pirate's ship, talking to the captain as if they were friends. This was a place he'd never thought he would be, with a past he didn't want. Anything was possible. How could he move on knowing what he wanted now was improbable, but still attainable? He had only one purpose, and that was revenge. There were times when he was surprised at himself, as if waking from a dream to find he was still determined to follow through on his current course.
Artem glanced at Lilith, an involuntary sliver of fear slicing through his chest at the thought that she could read his mind. A silly thought, but he adjusted his posture nonetheless, straightening to his full height, pushing his shoulders back a bit as she looked at him. She was thinking about his question, not reading his mind. Nobody knew about Jane, and he would die before he told anyone even her name. He told them about his goal, about a mysterious pirate who also had no name but had to die. He knew some of the crew were under the impression that the pirate wasn't real, and that Artem was chasing a phantom, but who were they to stand in his way? He blinked, focusing on his captain. He met her gaze calmly, a slight, ever-present frown on his face as he studied her. Her eyes were narrowed, and she stood poised, deciding how to answer him. Not for the first time, he thought her just like a snake, waiting with poison-tipped tongue concealed behind cold, graceful lips. When she spoke, he listened, whether he cared to hear what she had to say or not. That was how they worked, but then she asked his opinion, and he paused, looking toward the waves again.
A sigh, before he set his jaw and said, "I agree, but perhaps we should be more careful with him than we were with his father. I know Henry kept us on a loose rope because he knew you, but we won't have that with his son, not yet anyway." Before she could protest, because he knew how weak this would seem to her, he continued, "I'm not saying we roll over and show our bellies, but we don't know what kind of king he will be. Not to mention there is rumor that the others are very enthusiastic about him, and we don't need to go looking for a fight with all of them at once. Until we know more, I would suggest we tread lightly. Or at least not show our hand right away. That doesn't mean we would be giving up control."
This would be acceptable council to the cutthroat woman. Not desirable, perhaps, but he was right nonetheless, and she was intelligent enough to see that. Her pale eyes regarded him with suspicion as they did everything else. He knew her well enough to know it wasn't just him that she looked at like that, like a hunting owl. That was just how she was, and ten years of working with her had taught him more patience than almost anything else in his life had.
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Heterosexual
✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
"You never have to prove yourself to anyone who doesn't accept you for who you are."
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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on May 28, 2019 15:15:14 GMT -5
I'll try to get these done tonight. ^^
Captain of The Neptune: Sebastian Arion, "Ghost"; 33 // Description // Personality // History // Other // ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
Stowaway (if that's okay?) on The Rising Sun: Fable Orion; 21 // Description // Personality // History // Other // ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
Navy Officer: Casper Orion; 24 // Cas stands at a respectable six feet tall, with a well-built physique acquired through years of hard work and labour. His skin is dusky and tanned from hours spent in sunlight and harsh weather, and he has a scattering of small scars from minor accidents growing up. His hair is naturally a dark brown, but there are a few strands on top that have been made lighter by the sun. His eyes are a simple warm brown, bright and inquisitive, with flecks of green around his pupils. // Personality // History // Other // ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
Quarter Master of The Golden Gaze: Apollo Hendrix; 26 // Description // Personality // History // Other // ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
Crew Member of The Broken Dagger: Reyes Farrow, 28 // Reyes can be rather eye catching, but not because he has flashy colouring or a demanding presence. He isn't even perfectly handsome, though he is often considered attractive. But Reyes doesn't like attention, and therefore does nothing to try and enhance his appearance or attract attention. He wears loose, dark clothes to hide his well-muscled physique. His years in underground fit rings has left him very fit, with broad shoulders, abs, and a narrow waist. He stands at a rather imposing 6 foot 3, and he weighs about 170 pounds. He has dusky tanned skin, with a scattering of scars of various shapes and sizes, as well as a couple of tattoos, on his arms and torso. His tattoos are mostly simple yet elaborate black designs, scrolling from his wrists up to his shoulders and across his chest, and it stops just above his abdomen. His hair is raven-wing black, and he keeps it cut short. Not quite to his skull, but still with very little hair to grab. It is shorter on the sides than it is on the top and back of his head, and it looks messy and unkempt, because he is often running his hands through it. Reyes has very interesting eyes. They're a deep, dark brown, but they tend to flare with hints of amber when he is emotional. His eyes have always been his best tell when trying to figure out what he's thinking or feeling. He has his poker face mastered quite well, but oftentimes his emotions still slip through in his eyes. // Reyes is not, and never has been, a very easy person to get along with. He is often portrayed as rude, sarcastic, and cynical. He is always blunt, sometimes brutally so. He speaks his mind, and he doesn't bother to filter or sugarcoat anything. But the upside to this is you will rarely hear Reyes speak a lie; he sees no point in it, as secrets hardly ever stay that way. He is fiercely determined and quietly arrogant; he hates quitting and while he doesn't exactly strut around with an "I'm the best" attitude, he does carry himself with confidence and assertiveness. Reyes is a leader, not a follower. He hates taking orders unless he knows and respects the person giving them, but he's not exactly the best leader either; he just has a bad habit of barking orders and expecting them to be obeyed. He does, however, have good instincts and generally the orders he gives are stemmed from well-thought out plans. Reyes is incredibly smart, almost ridiculously so. He doesn't make a big deal of it, and he certainly doesn't express it, but he loves learning new things, about all things, and he has a memory like a steel trap. He's very tactical, and time and experience has made him very good at difficult split-second decisions and thinking on his feet. Reyes is slow to trust, but once you've earned it, he is fiercely loyal and he can often be a bit over-protective. He has never allowed himself to care too deeply for anyone, and at this point in time he has no intentions of changing that. Reyes is brave and fearless, sometimes even reckless, when facing just about everything, but he is terrified to lose those closest to him. // History // Other // ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
Crew Member of The Siren's Secret: Zandra Frost; 30 // Zandra is all graceful lines and powerful movements. She stands at the pretty average height of 5'6, and weighs around 140 pounds. She has a slim figure not lacking in curves, though they are on the small side; depending on her clothes, she can either enhance them, or make them disappear entirely. She is quite fit and stronger than she looks, and she carries herself with grace and confidence. She has trained for years in Kali, a style of martial arts that will later be known as FMA. As a result, almost all of her movements are the result of careful calculation; she rarely does anything by accident. Her skin is pale alabaster, smooth and unmarred. Her hair is long and sleek, grown to about shoulder-length and cut in jagged layers. It is a shade of pale blonde, almost frosty in hue. Her eyes are a pale blue, with flecks of blue a few shades darker around her pupils. The darker blue becomes more prominent when she gets emotional; it is often her only tell when she has her emotions otherwise masked. // Zandra is the embodiment of "ice queen." She is cool and reserved, fierce and independent. She doesn’t like being wrong, and she isn’t afraid to speak her mind. She uses sarcasm as a shield and her barbed tongue often does more damage than she intends. She’s not a social person, and small spaces are her enemies. She doesn’t make friends easily, but if she sees you as one, she’s loyal to a fault - but only a tad friendlier. Zandra doesn't act the way she does out of malice or cruelty, she simply does not know how to socialize. She has always been a loner and an introvert, and being around others tends to make her nervous. And like a cornered animal, those nerves turn her into fight mode. She rarely lashes out physically, but her verbal assaults can be just as painful. Zandra is a control freak, especially in regards to herself. Because of this, she isn't a fan of emotions since they are always so unpredictable. Zandra doesn't fear much, but loss of control is a big one. Despite this, Zandra does try not to be a witch all the time. She doesn't like hurting people; she's just terrified of being hurt herself, and self-preservation is a hard instinct to fight. Zandra doesn't make friends easily, and she isn't the easiest friend to have, but if you can overlook her barbed tongue and cynical attitude, she is a loyal and trustworthy person who will stand by your side through thick and thin - she'll just do it her way. // History // Other // ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
Bounty Hunter: Devlin "Dev" Sinclair, "El Diablo"; 32 // Description // Personality // History // Other // ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 28, 2019 15:22:31 GMT -5
(Once again, quoting my old post XD I will definitely get something original up soon haha)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 28, 2019 15:23:47 GMT -5
The captain had noticed, as she had done on numerous occasions before, that a shadow seemed to pass across Artem's face for a moment. She had always wondered what he was thinking about when that happened, but she did have some idea. The same look passed over Lilith's face on occasion, though never in public. No, she'd never show such weakness. But she knew it did happen, whenever she thought about thay day when she was nine. Her memory was fuzzy, but she remembered vividly the ship, and the screams of her parents and her older brother and the smell of blood. And then the pirates finding her shakily brandishing a sword much too big for her. Even now the memory was passing over her mind, fleeting but intense.
But the past was the past, and Lilith had more important things to think about.
When the man first mentioned being careful about how they treated Cassian, Lilith shot him a look that told him to tread very carefully. She would not have her crew demeaning themselves by trying to please some new kid who hardly knew what he was doing. The very thought of it was repellent to her. The pirates of the Broken Dagger bowed to nobody and nothing but Lilith. And Artem too, of course. She'd spent too long training them up and earning their trust, fear and respect for her to then allow them to embarrass themselves in such a way. Surely Artem knew better than to even suggest such a thing?
But he quickly cleared things up, and her expression smoothed out again as she turned her pale grey eyes back out onto the ocean. He actually made a half-decent point. See, she knew she was right in giving him such a senior position, in giving him as much trust as Lilith could give anybody. He was her advisor, and this was the reason why. He helped her think in a way that the woman simply did not normally think.
Once again, she considered Artem's words, even tilting her head as she thought about them, watching the gentle rolling of the waves as she thought about his suggestion. Perhaps he was right. But then, could one afford to refrain from nailing their colours to the mast? After all, anyone in this world who did not make clear their positions was a threat to others. Yet, if they showed their support to Cassian this would be a show of submission. And Lilith was determined that the Broken Dagger would not bend its knee to anyone. But if they refused to do so, it was almost a declaration of war. It made the Broken Dagger seem untrustworthy. And while Lilith knew that they weren't a trustworthy lot, she wasn't sure they should sow any doubt among their allies (if they could be so called) lest they make more enemies than they could handle.
"Hmm," she hummed "I do see your point. I believe that while it is certainly prudent to exercise caution when it comes to our dealings with Avery, we ought to try and get the right balance. If we concede too much, we make ourselves weak. If we are too harsh, we make an enemy of every pirate sailing these oceans. And yet if we are too ambivalent, we appear treacherous. A threat. After all, there may come a time when we need to employ tactics of deceit and betrayal, and it just won't do for us to have let on to the other captains. They must not doubt our allegiances."
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Post by *ᴿᵃᶤᶰᶜᵃˡˡᵉʳ* on May 28, 2019 15:54:02 GMT -5
After Henry Avery's death, Sahara O'Brien had been on the hunt to find his son. When she did, she couldn't say she was very confident about him becoming the Pirate King. Yet he was a quick learner and picked up on things, quickly earning the loyalty of the crew. She was becoming more sure of him with the passing of each day. But as she stepped into the tavern that her new captain occupied, all her good thoughts on him went out the window. The quartermaster strode through the tavern, requesting a mug of rum as she passed the tavern wench, and dropped herself on a seat at the table that Cassian had chosen. Putting her feet up on the table and leaning back, she glanced over at the boy, barely paying mind to the creature on the table.
"I know you want to get a feel for the pirate captains and all, but you could at least make it less obvious that you're spying," She said to him. "You'd look less suspicious if you didn't choose the table hidden in the shadows."
The tavern wench dropped off Sahara's drink, and the pirate woman nodded at her before taking a drink from it. She turned her attention to the monkey with a frown, recognizing it as one of the pirate captains. Glancing about, she saw the captain of the Siren's Secret, Elena Mendoza. Not exactly her favorite of the pirate captains, though Sahara wasn't known for being the one to easily like others. She always put off the air of disinterest, and didn't typically talk to the captains other than her own. Now she had a different issue, as no doubt Elena would come to retrieve her pet, and Sahara wouldn't be too surprised if Cassian gets taken with her. He already seemed to have something for beautiful women, much like most men. Sahara could only hope he keeps to his head rather than anything else.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 28, 2019 16:09:52 GMT -5
Okay I wanted to write something completely original so I’m gonna write a young Lilith flashback )
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Post by 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝 on May 28, 2019 16:32:12 GMT -5
The warning glance she shot him did not go unnoticed, and Artem met her gaze, undeterred. She seemed almost surprised at his suggestion, contemplating what he was proposing. During this time, he could almost hear the wheels turning in her mind, purring like a kitten as she considered. Finally, she conceded. He had a point. That was perhaps the highest praise he ever received from his captain, but it was enough for him.
"No doubt Henry's quartermaster will be passing on information to the new king, about all of us." More than likely, Sahara would also include information about all of their relationships with the former pirate king, including the Broken Dagger's ambivalence toward the Courts. First impressions would be more important than ever, to try and redeem a ship and crew that didn't have too many redeeming qualities, but Avery's son would be walking into the meeting with preconceived notions about each of the ships in his fleet. The only way to combat this disadvantage was to act the opposite of what everyone expected. He wasn't sure Lilith would be able to do that. If she pretended to be friendly, someone would sense deception. Artem drew in a deep breath, closing his eyes briefly against the salty mist from the sea, when another thought struck him.
"And who knows, he might do so poorly that they kick him out of office." He spoke in a lighter tone, to convey this as a joke, but Artem did not smile. He was about to leave her with that statement of bitter hope when a call came from above them. He recognized Leia's voice from the crow's nest.
"Ship o'er starboard side!" Artem, along with the rest of the crew on deck, looked in that direction. There it was, emerging from the mist beneath the clouds that had been lying in wait there, just a blurry outline distinctly pointed in their direction. The crew immediately set to work as Artem glanced at Lilith to make sure he had permission to give orders. She didn't stop him as he made his way back to the helm, issuing a single command, "bring her around." That was all it took. The wheel was spun and nothing more needed to be said. The crew was already preparing the long-barreled guns and cannons for close range, pulling in the ropes so the sails were taut. They caught the wind from behind, and the helmsman steered the wheel around to face the merchant ship.
As they sailed closer, Artem could make out the pale grey paint of the ship in front of them. The ropes and fabric that crawled up to its mast were bright and clean, and its metal hooks shone in the sunlight. Probably on its maiden voyage, Artem thought, scanning the water around the merchant ship for signs of others. This one was alone as far as he could tell. No other calls came from the lookout's position above their heads, so he assumed it was true. As they got close enough to see the faces of the crew on the other ship, he could see their expressions were uncertain about the Broken Dagger, coming toward them without slowing, but they weren't visibly afraid. No white flags were raised, and Artem assumed this meant they had never heard of this ship, or they intended to fight it. Either way, a potentially deadly thing was upon them.
The Broken Dagger was nearing the merchant ship's port side, and still no surrender. Artem signaled to one of the crew at the cannons, and a warning shot at the water followed, close enough to the ship's figurehead to make some of the sailors flinch, but no weapons were drawn. They looked at each other, unwilling to believe they were under attack or to report it. They wouldn't have been in such disbelief if a cannon had struck the side of their ship outright, which was how Lilith used to operate. It had taken Artem nearly two years to convince her to let him give a warning shot at all. She was a creature of habit when it came to these matters, and it hadn't been an easy task. Eventually, he had shown her how forcing her most daring pirates to race against time and collect everything they could from a sinking ship was a waste of life. This might not have turned her head coming from anyone else, but it had come from her quartermaster. Artem knew his place, but he also knew how much the captain had to value a person to give them a place on her ship at all. Save as many lives as possible, even if they are no-good pirates.
Beyond the warning shot, his captain was in control. The longer they floated there in silence, the more nervous the other crew became. And why shouldn't they fear this dark ship in front of them? Its walnut wood was stained black in places, the rigging and mast weathered so they were soft to the touch. It was an ancient ship, undefeated, and Captain Killoren was about to show this ship what that meant. Artem turned to her as she joined him aft.
"Captain?" He said, though it was less of a question and more awaiting a command. He stared at her, expression unreadable, but his eyes gave him away. He was pleading with her silently, knowing her instinct was telling her to kill the crew and take the loot, leave no witnesses. And he knew she was right this time around. Still, that didn't mean he had to like it. The merchants were going to die and there was nothing he could do about it.
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Post by 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝 on May 28, 2019 16:34:40 GMT -5
Okay I wanted to write something completely original so I’m gonna write a young Lilith flashback ) frick i can't wait sidenote for vak: i will respond w/ crispy once elo has a chance to get abraham's starter in first!
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 28, 2019 16:37:53 GMT -5
Lilith Arabella Killoran was her name. She didn’t know it at the time, but when she grew older the girl would probably rather die than let anyone know her middle name was Arabella. But on that day, she couldn’t care less. Her name was just something else to be proud of, a sign of her noble heritage. Her family were rich, influential aristocrats, distantly related to the royalty of at least one country. The Killoran name was something to be very proud of indeed.
She was sailing with her parents and her older brother, Uriel (who was about twelve), on a ship. The nine-year-old wasn’t entirely sure what the whole trip was about, because her father always told her she was too young to concern herself with such things just yet. It seemed to be some kind of diplomatic or political meeting, or some kind of gathering of nobles. She didn’t really care either way, she had never cared for these events. The trip across the sea was enough excitement for her; she loved the ocean.
It was around sunset, and Lilith stood on the bow of the ship, watching the horizon before the ship as it skimmed across the water. The water was bathed in the warmest golden light, glowing with the sunset before her and making the expanse of ocean seem all the more endless.
But the sun began to go down, and the sunset turned to blood red. That was when a ship appeared on the horizon. Huge and weathered, intimidating. Silent, like some sort of spectre. But the flag was unmistakable. This was a pirate ship.
A woman with dark hair — Lilith’s mother, grabbed her daughter by the arm as panic erupted on deck, pulling her daughter by the arm. Lilith protested, but her mother seemed panicked and it wasn’t long before Lilith stopped resisting.
“Come on, come on!” Lilith’s mother hissed as she pulled her daughter below deck. She sounded terrified, her chest heaving and her eyes wide.
She looked over her daughter once she got her to the safety of the area below deck. The woman’s hair was falling out of its perfect updo, and there was the sound of scrabbling and commotion on deck.
“Lily,” the woman said, using her daughter’s nickname “stay down here and don’t move no matter what. Find somewhere to hide and do not come out until you’re sure it’s safe. I’ll find your father and brother and we’ll come and join you.”
“Yes, Mama,” Lilith responded obediently
The girl nodded and did what she was told, wedging herself in a nook behind some barrels and watching her mother disappear back onto the deck.
Lilith was frightened, as the sounds of quiet commotion turned to deafening cannon fire. She could hear shouts and could hear the ship splintering when shots hit. It was only mildly safer down here, but Lilith trusted her mother. She’d be back with her father and Uriel soon.
But then she could hear fighting on deck, and swords clashing. There were screams, and she was sure she heard one that sounded unnervingly like her mother. She knew she had to do something, she couldn’t just wait to be found. She wasn’t so sure, after all, that her family were coming to find her.
So she ran to the armoury on the other side of the ship, dodging between people running past her to get onto the top deck to join the fighting. The pirates would be down below deck before long, and hiding wouldn’t help her.
She managed to get her hands on only a sword; there was only one light enough to lift and even that one was way too big for the little girl. But she felt that much more secure now she was holding it.
She kept the door closed and hid within the armoury with her sword, observing through a crack in the door what was happening outside. She could see that the pirates of the Broken Dagger has found their way below deck, and the few remaining occupants of the ship were struggling to hold them back. The air was close and smelled strongly of blood now; Lilith could see the feet of a body from her peephole in the door.
After a while, though, the whole ship fell silent. She could hear no more sword clashing, no more screaming or shouting. And so she listened in silence for any kind of sign that the ship had now been abandoned, though she doubted it. Surely they’d want to see if there were any weapons worth having in the armoury? Surely they had not just left like that? This was a ship full of nobility, surely there would be lots of loot here for them.
That was when she heard several footsteps in the silence, growing closer and closer.
There was no time to barricade the door and so Lilith stepped back further into the room, the little girl trying in vain to successfully brandish the weapon in her hands. She knew her family had to be gone, she knew they wouldn’t be coming back. She had to try and do something.
And so door opened, and three pirates were greeted with the strangest sight they’d ever seen. A little girl with long dark hair and wild grey eyes, wearing a very expensive looking dress and struggling to hold up a sword and trying very unsuccessfully to look intimidating. All while tears of grief rolled down her face
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Post by vakarian on May 28, 2019 16:39:31 GMT -5
Okay I wanted to write something completely original so I’m gonna write a young Lilith flashback ) frick i can't wait sidenote for vak: i will respond w/ crispy once elo has a chance to get abraham's starter in first! sounds good to me! i can't wait to see that flashback too :>c edit: i spoke too late lmaao
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 28, 2019 16:42:50 GMT -5
(Well I don’t think that was my best work but I wrote a lot more than I thought I would so I count that as a win
Imma get a response for older Lilith up now)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 28, 2019 16:43:45 GMT -5
The captain's conversation with Artem was interrupted by a call from the crow's nest. She listened as Artem made all of the arrangements for a warning shot to be fired - she still wasn't sure how she'd been convinced to do that - and then all eyes were on her as the crew awaited their commands.
"Battle stations!" Lilith called in her authoritative voice "Prepare to board ship!"
She watched the sailors hurry to position and lay the board across the decks of the two ships as she considered her next command. How were they going to do this? Their best strategy was to make sure there was no trace of the attack so they future ships along this route wouldn't know to expect pirates there. If any future boats knew the Broken Dagger was on the route they'd avoid it, and Lilith didn't want the boat to lose this route. It was a rich vein of resources for the tapping. The ship might be famous, but it could do with being a lot richer. To keep their coffers filled and supplies up they needed this route.
She knew what Artem wanted to do, he always wanted to spare the crew, but she simply couldn't do it this time.
"Take everything you can lay hands on. Give no quarter! Dead men tell no tales." she yelled before looking at Artem "We can't lose this route, Corcer. Not this quickly - we need it. They need to sink without a trace. No survivors."
She knew he'd be disappointed, but they didn't really have a choice in terms of tactics. And besides, while Artem was the only person on the ship whose opinions she listened to, that didn't mean she always took his advice. Lilith knew what was best for the ship, and she always did it, even if it didn't fit with Artem's feelings about right and wrong.
And with that Captain Killoran drew the sword that always sat sheathed at her hip, and headed off to lead her crew in the attack. She wasn't going to pass up the opportunity for a little bit of adrenaline.
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Post by 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝 on May 28, 2019 16:46:03 GMT -5
omg she's precious i didn't know i needed young lilith in my life yet i love her
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 28, 2019 16:47:08 GMT -5
omg she's precious i didn't know i needed young lilith in my life yet i love her I may or may not have plans to do teenager Lilith... I don't know if I wanna see what she was like as a teenager though tbh)
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