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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on May 29, 2019 3:51:45 GMT -5
(this may be an odd request, but for those of you who tend to write long posts, but use a small font, would you mind increasing your font size? I have a hard time reading them when they are so small yet so much it all blends together XD)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 29, 2019 3:52:43 GMT -5
For sure! Do you want me to make my existing ones bigger too?)
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on May 29, 2019 3:55:04 GMT -5
(If you want! Basically I'm just blind af and need to update my prescription, and am probably ADD but haven't been offically diagnosed so I have a realllllly hard time focusing XD)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 29, 2019 3:59:20 GMT -5
Done x I hope that’s better)
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on May 29, 2019 4:01:43 GMT -5
(you little British saint 👼🏼 Thank you ❤️)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 29, 2019 4:03:47 GMT -5
You’re welcome )
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on May 29, 2019 4:09:10 GMT -5
( no no you’re her mom)
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on May 29, 2019 4:11:48 GMT -5
(clearly dyslexic)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 29, 2019 6:29:58 GMT -5
[Okay so Star I know you were saying you planned on starting the thing with Lilith and Artem but I had some free time and just decided to put a little something up. It's not actually starting our thing, per se, but it's just kind of setting the scene and exploring young Lilith]
The Broken Dagger had just left port, and Lilith had climbed up into the crow's nest. It was one of the places she quite enjoyed being as a young member of the crew, but she likely wouldn't be up there for long. There was always far too much to be done on the Broken Dagger for one to stay working on one part of the ship for long.
Her hair was far longer than it would be when she reached her 30s, long dark hair that would reach down to her mid-back if untied rather than the chest-length it would later be; she would cut it only a few months later. But as she would when she was older, she had braided the hair and secured it with a thin strip of leather. She focused her light grey eyes on the horizon, feeling the wind stir some loose strands of hair. She did not wear the harsh makeup that she started to wear in the following years, but there was still a hardness in her gaze that betrayed who she would become.
She had, over the last few years, begun to rise rather quickly up the ranks of the Broken Dagger. That was not something a person could do without a certain level of ruthlessness and skill, and Lilith had proven herself in that respect. The crew respected her and saw her as one of them, and she had long since left everything to do with her family behind; she had once possessed a necklace with the Killoran crest engraved upon it, but she'd thrown that away when she was eleven. She hadn't regretted it.
The woman, while she had gained ruthlessness and skills both in sailing and in swordfighting, had not lost her love of the sea. Some days it was the only thing that kept her sane, the days when this life still didn't quite seem to come as naturally to her as she would want it. She hoped one day she could be like her captain, strong and calm, with cool calculation and the kind of mercilessness required of the Broken Dagger's captain and crew. He was already trying to teach her the strategies he knew, about reading people, about battle strategies, about the necessity of cruelty. She became more and more like him every day, especially with each battle and ruthless act desensitising her to violence and mercilessness.
Perhaps one day she would be captain herself.
She knew it was by no means guaranteed; if she wanted to be seriously considered to be in the running for captain one day she would have to continue to work hard and prove herself. She was already on the road to Quartermaster, but she still had a long way to go.
Lilith liked that though; nothing about the pirate life was easy, and she knew that. But because of it, it was far more rewarding than she could’ve ever imagined.
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Post by *ᴿᵃᶤᶰᶜᵃˡˡᵉʳ* on May 29, 2019 7:18:41 GMT -5
"Captain Elena Mendoza of the Siren's Secret," Sahara responded as the monkey climbed over her captain. "And as far as anyone else is concerned, you're just an average crew member." She was happy enough to ignore the monkey, but it seemed the monkey didn't like that, as next thing she knew he was on top of her, trying to get Elena's attention. With a growl, she tried to shoo him away, but failed. Groaning, she felt him pull her hair, seeming to be trying to get her to go towards the captain he failed to gain the attention of.
"Well, looks like you'll be meeting a captain early on," She said, not looking all that pleased as she stood. "Try not to make an enemy out of her." Spinning around, Sahara went with the monkey's wish and approached Elena Mendoza, about ready to get the creature off of her.
Walking up to the other table, the quarter master gained the attention of those there. "I think this annoyance is yours?"
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Post by *ᴿᵃᶤᶰᶜᵃˡˡᵉʳ* on May 29, 2019 7:21:14 GMT -5
(𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 Is Rinn good to go? I don't know what ship to put her, so I think she'll just be a performer at the tavern for now.)
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on May 29, 2019 8:20:12 GMT -5
(yeah she’s good! I actually put her on the golden gaze bc it didn’t have any crew members yet but I can move her wherever)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 29, 2019 8:21:08 GMT -5
Hey Dream! You didn’t sleep for long XD)
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Post by *ᴿᵃᶤᶰᶜᵃˡˡᵉʳ* on May 29, 2019 8:21:58 GMT -5
(Oh okay, that's fine!)
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Post by 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝 on May 29, 2019 9:26:07 GMT -5
that's alright pal i love it. imma get my next repost up and then i'll start to work on the flashback! hopefully i will also finish it today lmao
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 29, 2019 9:27:35 GMT -5
(Okay that’s cool x
Here’s my question: should something have happened to Lilith between the time when she meets Artem and the start of the rp to really kickstart the cruel evil Lilith we know? And if so, what should I have happen to her?)
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Post by vakarian on May 29, 2019 9:30:30 GMT -5
(Good morning all! I can’t wait to see what y’all are gonna cook up! High key considering making a new gal too)
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Post by 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝 on May 29, 2019 9:39:40 GMT -5
hmmm probably. she's not the same lilith we know and love quite yet... i don't think she would experience something so dramatic that she's like she is right away, but yea, something that turns her heart and makes her think 1000% that no one actually cares for her something p bad probably so she's like 'that's it i give up on ppl except to control them bc that's all they do to me and i have no friends at all'
artem'll be like 'i'm standing right here' it's gotta be heartbreaking which means that the captain would probably be involved since they're kind of close? mentors can be damaging when they mishandle their apprentices, just saying
and yes vak omg do it make more friends for us to play with lmao
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 29, 2019 9:42:59 GMT -5
hmmm probably. she's not the same lilith we know and love quite yet... i don't think she would experience something so dramatic that she's like she is right away, but yea, something that turns her heart and makes her think 1000% that no one actually cares for her something p bad probably so she's like 'that's it i give up on ppl except to control them bc that's all they do to me and i have no friends at all' artem'll be like 'i'm standing right here'it's gotta be heartbreaking which means that the captain would probably be involved since they're kind of close? mentors can be damaging when they mishandle their apprentices, just saying and yes vak omg do it make more friends for us to play with lmao Artem still being/considering himself her friend despite everything is so pure I just can’t Ooooh yeah totally I agree with that, nothing to change her dramatically right away but just to harden her heart. And yesss the Captain should totally be involved. I’ll try and think up a really horrible way for him to hurt or manipulate her)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 29, 2019 9:43:21 GMT -5
(Good morning all! I can’t wait to see what y’all are gonna cook up! High key considering making a new gal too) Yessss do it)
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Post by vakarian on May 29, 2019 9:45:35 GMT -5
:3c in that caseee Genevieve Highbrooke // Genevieve "Genny" Highbrooke is twenty-six years old, and stands at roughly 5'3". She has a build on the muscular side, due to her copious years of training. Despite her time on the water, Genevieve is pale, and unfortunately burns quite easily. Her ginger hair does her no favors as a pirate. It is cut short and slightly wavy, and is styled much like Joan of Arc's famed hairdo. Her cheeks are always slightly rosy. She has a sloped, round nose and full lips. If any part of her is to speak for her youthfulness and energy, it's her bright green eyes. Her face shape is round as well, making her appear a little younger than she actually is. Genevieve likes to wear traditional pirate garb, or whatever feels comfortable to her. She is most often seen wearing a plain white blouse, with a few of the top buttons undone. Her weapon of choice is a curved shortsword. // From a young age, Genevieve idolized her father. He was exactly what she wanted to be - strong, prideful, and resolved. As she grew older, she began to inherit these traits as well. Unfortunately, the prideful side of her began to inflate as she trained to be a mercenary with her father. She prefers to fight first, and ask questions later. This also leads her to being more of a stubborn type, and always speaks her mind. Genevieve bears extreme guilt for her previous live as a mercenary, so in turn, she cares deeply for those she is close to. Deep down she feels like she knows what is right, but is attempting to learn to listen to her shipmates. On the regular, she has a relatively cheerful mood. She is extroverted, and generally gets along with those on her ship. Genevieve likes to crack jokes and be in a lighthearted environment, while still taking battle and the glory of victory seriously. She honors loyalty and trust, and despises those who lie to get ahead. // Genevieve was born into a family of devoutly religious folk. But the combination of her mother's nunship and father being a part of a small mercenary band equaled not much money, and not a lot of food on the table. At the young age of seventeen, she begged her father to secure her a spot as a mercenary. With money on the brain, he reluctantly accepted. His side of the contract was one and only request - he would be the one to train her. This resulted in three years of constant sparring and learning mercenary code. She was a determined one, he gave her that. As soon as she was knocked down, she would get back up. "Another!" Genevieve constantly demanded. As her training grew more rigorous, her mother saw her less and less. Coupled with the long hours she spent in the ministry, her mother began to worry that the mercenary life would soon consume her. Unfortunately, she would find out soon enough to be right. Meanwhile, at twenty-one, Genevieve was well invested. The mercenaries divided into several companies, and with the help of her father, she was put in charge of her own. They had recently been expanding and began to take on some seafaring endeavors. Despite her mother's worries and father's apprehension, Genevieve signed on right away. It was rough on the water one night, and Genevieve's crew was on the hunt for a notorious pirate gang for some extra money. They did eventually come across pirates, to which Genevieve suggested they attack immediately. However, the crew and some of her closest shipmates weren't completely certain it was the right bounty, and exhaustion was a creeping concern. But Genevieve's bull-headed judgement won over the crew. The battle was long and very, very bloody. Her want for praise and victory had clouded her senses, and it cost the lives of her comrades and friends. As the pirates boarded her ship and slaughtered all they could find, the least she could do was hold her own. "Another! Another!" She screamed as she downed the pirates that crossed her. This took notice of the captain, and instead of ending her life like most of the crew, they captured her instead. For about a year she served on the ship she was captive on, and then her recovered hubris struck again. During a firefight with an opposing ship, she mutinied and joined the pirates she currently serves with. Her life, as far as she is concerned now, will never be a stable one. // Crew Member of the Morning Glory // vakarian
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Post by *ᴿᵃᶤᶰᶜᵃˡˡᵉʳ* on May 29, 2019 9:46:15 GMT -5
(*over here waiting to see the story of poor Lilith* *also realizing that there are a lot of females and sorta wanting to make a male character*)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 29, 2019 9:47:18 GMT -5
(*over here waiting to see the story of poor Lilith* *also realizing that there are a lot of females and sorta wanting to make a male character*) hahaah I don’t even know what it’s gonna be yet so xD oooh yess you should make a male)
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Post by *ᴿᵃᶤᶰᶜᵃˡˡᵉʳ* on May 29, 2019 9:50:33 GMT -5
(I legit have no idea who to make tho
Edit: Imma make an idiot barbarian-type character. I don't have one of those yet xD)
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Post by vakarian on May 29, 2019 9:54:18 GMT -5
(we love a big barbarian boy with a heart of stupid xD)
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Post by 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝 on May 29, 2019 9:57:12 GMT -5
Artem could see his captain was thinking, but not long enough for there to be any hesitation before she spoke. Sometimes she considered him, sometimes she didn't. She usually had a reason for what she did, but not always, and he would have to trust that she did this time. He wouldn't even ask afterwards, he was sure her mind was made up. That was that. Her explanation didn't make him feel better, but then again, he wasn't expecting it to. Lilith drew her sword as around her, gunmen opened fired. Smoke rose into the air, followed by the crack of the bullets leaving their chambers. Men on the merchant ship dropped faster than an anchor ever would, and it was then that those left standing ran to gather their weapons. The effort was made too late, and they scampered about in vain like rabbits caught in a trap as the Broken Dagger's crew rushed across the planks onto the clean deck of the other ship.
Artem drew his own sword and followed over the boards, and the slaughter began. It went by quickly in the mist of adrenaline, shouts from both sides and shots echoing faintly over the sea. Artem mainly went on the defensive, parrying attacks and disarming his opponents almost stealthily, before shoving them overboard, where they would be as dead as their mates who were cut through by his blade. They barely gave five minutes of resistance before and the crew of the merchant ship was overwhelmed, outnumbered. The survivors were lined up and killed in a firing squad in front of the captain's cabin. Artem couldn't help it, he had to turn away. It wasn't the guns or the blood that blossoming on the crew's shirts or the sound of their heads colliding with the wood as they fell. None of this bothered him, he'd seen it too many times. He couldn't explain it. He could watch a hanging without ever blinking. But a firing squad? It was such a violent means of execution, but it was also fairly effective. None of the bodies even twitched afterward. Artem found something to do, overseeing those of his crew that were carrying loads of boxes up from below decks, passing the goods over to the Broken Dagger, where others would bring it down to where they kept the rest of their cargo.
Within half an hour, their coffers were half full and the merchant ship was nothing more than a stream of bubbles on the surface of the waves. Artem walked back up the steps from the hold to the deck at midships, where the crew was preparing to turn the ship around and head for shore, and ultimately, for the Brethren Court meeting. They had gained more than even Lilith had expected from a single ship, and it would be unwise to wait for another, which, if filled like its friend, would weigh them down more than they needed to be, so they were returning to meet the new Avery after a single fight. As they sailed, Artem started humming to himself, walking back and forth along the length of the ship, supervising the men and women working to keep a steady speed.
"Ain't gonna share yer song with us, Artem?" A man of fifty-five or so, with a few molars missing teased his quartermaster, easing back to tighten a knot. Artem shook his head.
"I'm not singing for you sods," he retorted, though his tone wasn't convincing and didn't back up his words.
"An' why not? Now's a good as day as any. Didja even see the loot we got or ya blind?" Artem smirked at this. "No, I saw. I thought you were blind, John, how'd you see it?" He asked, and John winked. "Not blind, just gotta scratch eye, young man. Don't underestimate Johnny." Artem actually let out a laugh at this. He wouldn't take the bait and ask what a 'scratch eye' entailed.
"What shanty today, then, Johnny?" The man put a hand to his chin to think.
"'Hanging Johnny?'" He asked, returning to his work as Artem obliged, beginning with a verse, and soon, many others were singing too, answering back after each new line.
"Oh, they call me Hanging Johnny-" "Away, boys, away!" "'Cause hangin' is so funny-" "So hang, boys, hang." "Oh, I'd like to hang the pilot-" "Away, boys, away!" "Right up and through the eyelet-" "So hang, boys, hang!"
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Post by *ᴿᵃᶤᶰᶜᵃˡˡᵉʳ* on May 29, 2019 10:02:45 GMT -5
Brockton Denholme // Brockton is a large man. He is only 28 years old but looks older and stands at around 7', weighing over 400 lbs, with a muscular build. His hair is dark, pushed back over his head, and he has a long, thick beard. The man has many tattoos, the most prominent are the intricate black designs spanning over his chest and down his arms. His small eyes are brown, with bushy eyebrows and a crooked nose. He has a thick neck and broad chest, and his face seems to always be stuck in a cruel look. He never wears shirts, only putting on a jacket when the weather gets bad. // Brockton isn't the cleverest of men. He is gullible, unable to tell when someone lies. He barely speaks, and the most he says at once is around five words. He is illiterate, unable to read or write, and doesn't even recognize his own written name. The man is, however, strong. He can lift many things without help, and his grip is like iron. He favors blunt weapons over sharp. As such, he uses a club instead of a sword, as he does not have any training in swordsmanship. He lacks common sense and is likely to take a challenge without hesitation, and he always fights first, as he cares not for conversation. A man of action, he follows any orders he is given without question. He lacks morals, and doesn't care what he does, as long as he is told to do it. He isn't a pirate to think, he is a pirate for money and killing. He has no loyalties, and will betray someone just as fast as he would join them. // Brockton is the son of a blacksmith. Raised in a forge, he learned the makings of all kinds of items. He was a violent boy, fighting when he could. At the age of 16, he made a decision for himself. Upon coming across pirates at a tavern, he was asked to join the crew, as he was a large and strong boy even at that age. This is the moment he thought for himself, and chose not to continue his father's trade, joining the pirates instead. Two years later, he left the crew, as another pirate challenged him to a fight and Brockton bashed in the man's head. He ended up joining another crew for a few years, only for the crew to be captured by the Navy. One of the few pirates that lived through the capture, mainly due to him barely reacting to any damage, he lived to see the Navy ship attacked by more pirates, and joined them in sinking the ship. He switched crews a few more times over the years, and is now here. // Crew on The Broken Dagger // *ᴿᵃᶤᶰᶜᵃˡˡᵉʳ*
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