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Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2017 12:11:06 GMT -5
They didn't respond to that. Ralif was beginning to bore them, that was no surprise, but this map was only getting more and more interesting. Whoever had put it together had clear spent a long time thinking about it, and a lot of time actually looking for it. Leaning back against the stone behind them, huge wings curling in around them from the back, Herschel head nearly disappeared behind the map. They were muttering something quiet under their breath, memorizing the map, off by heart. All harpies have good memory, but Herschel's was better then good, it was flawless. That's what made reading both a tiring task but a rewarding activity. Sonal slowly reached for Ralif and gently tugged on the edge of his sleeve, shooting glances at the exit. Her message was clear; Leave the map. We need to go. They had two, right? Whetu had gone off with one on her own little adventures with the two boys. Let the harpy keep this one, they had to leave before it decided they looked like they tasted better then they talked.
She was quiet for a few beats, licking her lips almost nervously, mind getting lost in the wilderness of what had already happened. "You should.." She spoke without thinking about what she was saying. It took her a few moments to realise she'd spoken at all, and Whetu blinked sharply, repeating herself with vigor, "You should hide, Kerro. Gt out of here, make it to the water if you can. You don't have to stay here and fight, it's going to be a bloodbath." It was clear she meant that even before she drew her cutlass, checking to see his pistol was still lodged against her hip, "I'm not going back there. If he puts his hand son me, I'm cutting them off." That was growled more to herself then any of the men standing beside her. She was getting out of this without letting Iratus putting his iron chain-links on her, one way or another. It was time for a steely resolve. If Iratus wanted a fight, he was going to get one. "I mean it Kerro, you're safer off trying to get back to the ocean. They're looking for pirates, not a seal."
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Post by Happy on Feb 3, 2017 12:33:01 GMT -5
In the end it's up to Sappho, but I think that sounds good to me. ^_^)
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Post by bite me on Feb 3, 2017 18:56:38 GMT -5
{{ ello!~ I've been watching this for a while, and would be interested in joining, except I'm not one for slipping into big rp's that seem to have already several pages going - since I feel i'd interject awkwardly. story of my entire lif e I haven't role played in while, so it'd be good to get back into it again, and I'm confident I can match the same length fair enough. If not, feel free to boot me! c'; Though as I said, I don't want to awkwardly butt in wherever, so just stopping by to see- }}
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Post by ✦ ┇ W ι ɳ on Feb 4, 2017 12:57:24 GMT -5
"It's alright, you actually did really well." Camilla said truthfully and gave his back a supportive pat. She truthfully wanted to just rest back on the ship where it was safe, but they all needed to work together in order to get off Kydos and escape the royal guard. She kept walking with no intention of stopping until they devised a plan, she didn't want to get caught or look suspicious to anybody. "That would take forever, word wouldn't travel fast enough." Camilla replied and chewed on her plump lower lip in frustration, a habit from when she was thinking. "We need noise and commotion enough to be heard from the jungle and draw some of the forces out to investigate, they may even believe it's Whetu instead. Do you know how to make explosives? Either that or we could start a big fire or do something else distracting.." She said thoughtfully. Realistically the doctor knew an astonishingly little amount about weapons specifically bombs, although she did understand some of the chemistry she didn't know enough to be useful.
Iratus continued his run deeper into the jungle, he was a dog on the wild hunt and he had just caught his victims scent. Whetu would not be escaping this time, he had plans to make her suffer for humiliating him time and time again. He often fantasized how he might end her miserable existence. First he would take everything from her, then it was her own death he considered. To be hung was the usual punishment, but part of him wanted to see her burn the way she had burned his home and records of his life's work. His expression was savage as he ducked under a branch and continued on his way, too consumed to bother giving command, Chrysanta had the situation handled.
"I can carry him on one shoulder for a while, but I won't be able to shoot as well, I can probably use one hand, but it'll throw my accuracy a little." Xavier replied and glanced around them. He felt like a sitting duck at this point and a confrontation was bound to occur judging by the Kerro's amplified fear, their enemies were closing in faster than any of them had anticipated. It made Xavier's adrenaline pump with excitement, he loved a good fight, but being so outnumbered was a concern. Kain grinned a little, maybe the first time ever since joining the crew, it was a handsome smile, but there was a twistedness behind it especially in context to the situation seeing as he head been asked if he was heavily armed, which he always was. "I have plenty of weapons and ammo." He replied calmly to the captain. Fights didn't scare him, he knew one was bound to occur. He just didn't like not having the upper hand in the situation.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2017 13:22:43 GMT -5
Could I at least try this RP out, and if you guys don't think I'm advanced enough, then I'll go? Idk I just think this RP seems like a lot of fun) i think it'd be a little rude to let you join and than kick u out lol i've looked through your other rps (ur pirate rps looks a lot of fun btw, it's got loads more pages than us lol) and we sort of rped together on the fairy tale rp, so i kind of have a grasp of how much you like to type, and i just don't know if you'd enjoy this? ive been in rps where i never had any fun because i never knew how much to type and honestly it was really stressful? and listen m8 u don't need that in ur life. life is tough enough without these cat forums giving ya palpitations. idk i don't want to make you uncomfortable, so i just don't know if this is the right rp for you?
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Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2017 13:25:27 GMT -5
{{ ello!~ I've been watching this for a while, and would be interested in joining, except I'm not one for slipping into big rp's that seem to have already several pages going - since I feel i'd interject awkwardly. story of my entire lif e I haven't role played in while, so it'd be good to get back into it again, and I'm confident I can match the same length fair enough. If not, feel free to boot me! c';Though as I said, I don't want to awkwardly butt in wherever, so just stopping by to see- }} i get what you mean about joining big rps when they've got stuff going on .-.' its daunting if you're confident in your ability, then it's not awkward to have you slide in. plus, if you've been watching, then we don't have to catch you up with anything lol it's ur choice, really, and side note, but omg we are both virgo, femme lesbians and northern irish???? that's insane????? aren't you arty too?? this is so weird we're like twins or something)
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Post by ✦ ┇ W ι ɳ on Feb 4, 2017 13:29:00 GMT -5
Whoa that's crazy and you're both INFJ ??
Also hello Sappho I miss you! I think this is the first time we've been on at the same time in a while!
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Post by Happy on Feb 4, 2017 13:31:14 GMT -5
(All three of us are on for once! ^_^)
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Post by ✦ ┇ W ι ɳ on Feb 4, 2017 13:32:39 GMT -5
It's a miracle!! <3 I gotta eat in like 30 min tho ugh
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Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2017 13:39:19 GMT -5
"The only thing explosive about me is my ability to blow things out of proportion, Camilla." He admitted, desperately looking around, as if inspiration would drop form the sky. "A fire might work though, there's loads of dry grass around, it had't rained in months, and they'd see in from wherever they are if we make it big enough." He spoke quickly, his hands flapping about him to help illustrate his point, "Also," He lowered his voice to an ashamed whisper, "I don't want to seem really eager for arson, but one of these houses must be empty, this is a ghost town. A building on fire would be a lot more effective than a bush." He didn't feel right suggesting that, and it showed. His shoulders were tense and his brows were furrowed, the sweat from earlier had changed form heat to worry. Even the thought of destroying a building with no one in it was making him queasy, but he was part of a crew now, and weren't they supposed ot put that crew before everything? Even common decency? Not that most of them had any of that, he supposed.
Chrysanta gave good page, keeping just up with her captain, only slightly behind him. For a big man, he moved quickly, even in the dense, brittle undergrowth of the bush, though most of his speed seemed to come from simply trampling things underfoot. She was more used to running down the paved streets of her city, but she had no time to wish she was elsewhere. Her sword was bouncing against her hip rhythmically, and she felt like she wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say, or if that was even a good idea. It was tense, and fast paced, and anything she might say could either be snatched away by the wind or her her captain's mood. Better to just keep moving.
She nodded, thinking about it all for a few seconds, before clapping her hands together, "Right!" Just treat it like a normal fight, and treat him like a normal opponent. "A fight is inevitable at this point, it was form the moment we decided not to turn around when we saw their ship. He wouldn't have his whole squadron with him, some will be left behind to protect the little town, and all of them just couldn't fit on the boat. I reckon there's twelve, in total, that's a standard number, and that's four each. Or three, if Kerro insists on fighting." She flashed a smile, it felt stiff, but good, like stretching out your arms after sleeping on them funny, "Divide and conquer is our best route. They're drones, worker bees, their main strength is in their numbers. This is a dense forest, and they're wearing heavy gold, all of us are fast and strong, a hell of a lot sharper then them. Well, most of them." She admitted with a quick shrug, "We need to get back to the ship, but that's the end goal. Town is that way," She pointed behind her, "The ocean is that way, and our ship is at the end of that path. We're all wanted criminals, but Iratus is going to follow me, which means his paladin is going to go after someone else, and whoever he second in command is will take the last of us. Splitting up is not my favourite option, but it is our best."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2017 13:40:05 GMT -5
I know!!! it's been so long!!! everyone's been asleep over winter lol
it's honestly weird that we're all on at the same time, the planets have aligned.
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Post by Happy on Feb 4, 2017 13:41:10 GMT -5
Aw, that's unfortunate. Oh well. But yeah! It's super nice that we do have one chance to all be together. XD Big happy pirate family.)
Ralif nodded towards Sonal when she tugged at his sleeve, in complete agreement with her about getting out of there as fast as possible. He'd only been sticking around so long to keep the harpy from eating them as they tried to leave, but now that it was transfixed on the map it was time to leave. His expensive boots made no sound on the rock as he started to back up to the entrance, keeping a watchful eye on Herschel. It was unfortunate to lose the map, but he much preferred leaving with his throat and all of his limbs fully intact. He could feel the sun start to shine against the back of his neck again, which meant that it was only a few more feet until they were infinitely more safe. Of course, that only meant there was a moderate probability of death, but it was far better than being arm's reach from a fantastical monster.
(Alrighty, fixed. XD) Kerro listened quietly to the captain's words, not hiding off into the underbrush and towards the ocean like she'd first suggested, staying in place even if he could literally smell his own fear. He... He had to help his pack somehow. He didn't want to go back to being alone, it was a miserable existence. Nothing but danger and not a scrap of happiness to be found. Even if it meant he'd get really badly hurt, he was going to stay and fight. "I... I can lead some of them to the ocean probably... I'll be able to find your ship and they can't really follow me from there... Humans are really bad swimmers." His voice was still quiet, but it had an undertone of determination to it this time. He might not have been much help in a fight on its own, but they were just trying to get away right? He was a master at that. This wouldn't be the first time he'd dodge bullets or hunters either, selkies really were worth their weight in gold for the soft pelts they provided. A pirate could be set for a while if they captured a live one and sold it as a slave too, so it wasn't like Kerro was new to danger.
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Post by ✦ ┇ W ι ɳ on Feb 4, 2017 14:01:57 GMT -5
(I'll do a quick reply then reply when I'm back from food! Ugh I love all these characters so much and how they interact hahaha that might be my favorite Coran line tbh)
Camilla actually giggled at that comment despite the situation, because so far basd on her knowledge of Coran it seemed to be true. He was witty though and Camilla knew Whetu was incredibly cautious with who she chose to accompany her on such an important journey. "A fire it is than." She murmured and glanced at him with a short nod of approval then looked around the houses. "You're right, this place is half deserted and most of these homes are for people to stay in when they come to hunt, so imp sure plenty are empty. Let's just pick one and run in." She suggested, but sounded a little nervous herself. She was a doctor, she didn't have experience in arson or any sort of crimes really, whatever she did was always in order to do something good, which she supposed was the same in this situation, since this fire might save their friends.
Xavier frowned a little, as much has his hands itched to fire his guns, he knew it was dangerous to split up, especially when the orders were either capture or kill, both of which would be less than ideal. He also knew Whetu was smart and if Kain had explored another better option in his mind than he would have spoken up as well. "Alright, I really don't like splitting up, we can't have each other's backs and what if one of us doesn't make it back to the ship?" He frowned slightly with concern, he didn't like the thought of any of them getting captured since it would likely mean horrible torture and killed was just as bad. "We'll have to figure that out if it happens." Kain started say than frowned. "It's say too quiet the just be close."
I'll reply with Iratus when I get back! He'll come barging in the next moment probably ^^)
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Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2017 14:23:46 GMT -5
heath + someBODY once told me meme when he just barges on in )
Sonal inched with Ralif as quietly as she could towards the exit, keeping her eyes on the harpy, who was nearly bent double over the map, as soon as they were out its sights, she was sprinting. Ralif could too, if he wanted, but right now, she didn't care. Herschel was so absorbed in the map, they nearly didn't eve notice the two humans were going, only just aware of their scents getting a little fainter. Without looking up, they gave a sigh and flicked their tail, "I didn't say you could go." It was obvious they had a perverse pleasure in controlling others, and playing with them, because there was no way these two were making it out of here. "If you're after the Fainne Mor Oir, than I can't just let you leave." The monster rolled up the map again, listening to the paper crackle slightly, "There's only one Hoop, so there can only be one owner." They blinked, raising their head to meet their gazes, "Honestly I'm surprised to see you teamed up at all. No humans can resist the temptation of of that much power. No, one of you would have to go." They didn't move from their perch, but tossed the map at Ralif's feet. They had no need for it now, it was learnt. Might as well give it back to it's owner.
"Speak for yourself. Some humans are great swimmers. Just last night Xavier took a dip with some mermaids." She pointed ot the taller man, though kept her eyes on the selkie, "But that's a decent idea. And I doubt they'll be expecting it." She wished she could see Iratus' face when he realised she had a selkie on board, but that wasn't going to happen. "And I agree Xavier, but we have to trust each other to be smart right now. This is what we do." She nodded ot the two men, "We can handle this. Kerro, don't stop for anyone, and duck as much as you can. They haven't got great aim, but they'll still take your ear off if they can. Xavier, Kain, you two double back and head towards town. They'll split them up plenty. And you'll have someone to watch your back." She smiled at Xavier, giving a little bow, "I'll stick on the path. If you're all back on the ship and I'm not, leave without me. That'll mean a promotion for you, Kain." She kept her tone light, and weighed up cutlass in her hand.
coran is frightened but he is also humorous) She was as nervous as him, which was good. It made him feel more sane, more reassured that he wasn't crazy. This wasn't normal, and it was wrong, but hell, they were doing it anyway. "What about that one?" He asked, it looked like an old clothes stores. Tall, boarded up windows, and no door. It'd been broken down, and only a few strands of string had been strung across the frame in way of a replacement. "You don't have any matches on you, do you?" They wouldn't have to steal some, would they? He knew he should carry some for fires, given his few found line of work, but he'd left his on on the ship. Camilla might have some in with her medical supplies, though. She was a clever girl, even if she didn't, he was certian that the tow of them could work something out together. He just really hoped that that building was empty.
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Post by Happy on Feb 4, 2017 14:41:10 GMT -5
(I would die if that happened. XD Also Ralif's playing with fate here)
Ralif silently cursed Sonal for sprinting away, freezing himself as the harpy spoke again. Wonderful, simply wonderful. Now he was dealing with this fantastical monster all by himself. Well, violence wasn't much of an option, though going down without a fight wasn't how Ralif operated. He may have dressed like a blue-blood and talked like an aristocrat, but he'd grown up in harsh streets and that shone through as he dropped the high-class voice again to speak bluntly to the harpy. "I wouldn't expect something like you to understand, even given how long you must've lived." Casually he reached into his pocket, pulling out a small bag. He'd been carefully studying the nest and the monster all the while they'd been here and had a hunch about what would get it to leave them alone. "As for leaving, well, let's make a bargain." He tossed the bag with a small thud onto one of the piles of books next to him, then carefully aimed his revolver at it. "That's filled with gunpowder. I shoot it, and in a dry climate like Kydos, there wouldn't be anything capable of putting out the resulting inferno." He might very well die for this, but the harpy was going to kill them anyways. Why not take a chance? Besides, maybe that coward woman would end up making it back in one piece. "Now, you can certainly rush at me to stop me, but I will still pull the trigger in time." An eyebrow was raised towards Herschel, questioning if they truly wanted to play this game. "And a big fire would undoubtedly draw the attention of everyone on the island, they're a curious lot. How many hunters do you truly think you can fight off, harpy?"
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Post by bite me on Feb 4, 2017 15:09:03 GMT -5
{{ tell me about it ^^" awesome! I may need just need a brief overview of what's going on, just to be totally sure alrighty, I'll give it a shot, why not haha. I'll make a character tonight or perhaps tmrw, I have to go on a walk with my dad and sister rn, so I may or may not be able to write a form up quick depending on when I'm back. also excuse me if my replies aren't the best, it's been a while since I've written something this length! And I know??? it's so flippin weird. When I first actually saw that I was just "wait what If she thinks I'm cloning her" and yes, I am an amateur artist ( though not the best there ever was ;v; ) not even that, our birthdays are both in September ( obvious by us both being Virgo, but there was that chance of august so?? ) oml hold on, by any chance do you wear glasses? bc if you do pls slap me that'd be too weird for me. anywho I gtg, hopefully we'll not be back too late ^^ }}
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Heterosexual
Fireclaw3
“When there is nothing left to hold onto, hold onto you faith.” #GodisGood
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Post by Fireclaw3 on Feb 4, 2017 22:39:05 GMT -5
I'll make a form and see if you'll have me
Tobias Wolf || 25 || Male || Bi- but more times than not, he'll go for the ladies Tobias Wolf has, or well had, a few different names that people knew him by. His former aliases were "Captain Wolf" and "The Sea Wolf", and if you never heard of them, you must of been living under a rock. Tobias is of average height, standing at 5ft 10in. Tobias has an oval shaped head with a defined, slightly pointed chin and a sturdy jawline. His face is usually held forward in a steady gaze, and has an air of authority that is palpable. He has messy, slightly long dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, and an almost faded splash of freckles on the bridge of his nose. He has slightly thin eyebrows, usually raised up high in amusement, or pointed down sharply if something upsets him or makes him angry. He is usually either seen with a goofy grin on his face when he feels happy and at ease, or a determined scowl when he is faced with a challenge or an opponent. He has several scars running down the length of his back when he was flogged by the Royal Guard in Leibonia for sinking a Royal Navy ship. Tobias has a dark shadow of facial hair where he shaves it down almost all of the way, making him looking tougher, and, if it was possible, more attractive. He is a very tanned man with calloused hands, due to day after day out in the sun sailing and working with the ropes, and fairly lean with a slightly higher than average, muscular build to himself. Tobias is commonly seen wearing nearly all black attire: A loose fitting black silk shirt with gauntlet like cuffs at each wrist, with a blood red, silk scarf-like fabric tied loosely around the bottom part of his shirt, thick, black jeans, knee length and slightly worn out black boots, and a long black cloak left open in the front, reaching just slightly below his knees. He has few pieces of gold jewelry hung around his neck. Occasionally, he likes to go shirtless when he's on theship and on land, much to the enjoyment to anybody who sees him. He also has his signature tattoo, a wolf with its lips drew back, revealing his teeth. As soon as you see this tattoo, you know it's him. Tobias is a fairly nice guy, but he has a slight anger problem, causing him to lash out at people he cares about, making him hurt people when he doesn't want to. This usually happens when he feels pressured or frustrated and when he feels like all hope is lost. He is a very loyal friend or ally, but if you betray him, it is hard to gain his trust back. He will hunt you down to the end of the earth if you betray or double cross him. To some, Tobias acts like a hard, cruel man who would go to far lengths to get what he wants, and sometimes he will. But, once you get to know him, you realize that's not always the case. He is sometimes like a kid at heart, joking around with people and trying to play pranks on some, though, sometimes those pranks aren't always the safest. He acts like he is shocked and uncomfortable by the amount of gayness on the ship, but he's Bi himself. Tobias also has a slight alcohol problem, he just can't stop drinking it, and weirdly, and luckily, he hardly ever gets drunk. Tobias also has a way with the ladies and gentlemen, since he's so attractive and charming, he can woo plenty of girls and men, pirate and civilian alike. Tobias likes to have a rather large arsenal of weapons: His black dual cutlasses that hang on each of his hips, three multi barreled pistols that he hides inside his cloak, allowing him to fire them multiple times, five throwing knives that are strapped to his chest, two daggers that are tucked inside each of his boots, and the occasional grenade or two if explosives are needed. Tobias was a nobleman from Cleorus who was captured by pirates, and in order to be freed, he had to fight the captain in a trail by combat, in other words, a fight to the death. He killed the pirate captain after a long fight, becoming captain of the ship himself, and gaining respect from the crewmen of he ship, but Tobias didn't feel like that was the life for him. He left their ship at night, after stealing all of their gold, because he can, and went back to Cleorus, returning to his life as a nobleman. But the pirate life kept pulling at his mind, telling him it was his destiny. Eventually, he gave in to his instinct to become a pirate and live in the life of crime. Tobias went to an for away island called Nanaparbet, where there was a large crew of skilled ship builders who built Tobias's former pirate ship, Tritons Bane. After a few years of pirating, it was stolen from him by the very same group of group of pirates that he was held captive by a few years ago, so he went and decided to join the crew on the Blackguard. Tobias is relatively an expert when it comes to thievery, if you need something, he always manages to find a way to get it, though he demands some form of payment, which he usually picks either money, alcohol, weapons, or girls. He once completed a major heist at Jospia, robbing the King of Jospia of his crown, some of his clothes, he slashed the rest with his knife, the Imperial Sword, a sword that has been passed down for centuries in the Royal Family, the princess, but she kinda came willingly, since, you know, Tobias is so charming and adorable and what not, and the Kings cat. Don't ask why, but he just really likes cats. He's spent plenty of time in various prisons, but he has always managed to find a way to escape, weather it be he actually working at escaping himself, or trick the nearest man or woman with his rugged good looks and charming personality.|| Single, ready to mingle. || Tobias is an amazing swimmer, he can swim like an eel. He is mildly claustrophobic, causing him to freak out in enclosed spaces and in a large crowd of people. He also has a major fear of snakes and spiders, and he would go to unreasonable lengths to kill or escape from them, like pulling out his pistols and start firing away, or, if they scare him enough, he just might pull out a grenade, probably not but it's possible, and blow them away.
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Post by bite me on Feb 5, 2017 16:33:35 GMT -5
{{ hey hey hey! still slowly working on the form ( well, was, until my darling doggo decided it was high time he geronimo'd up ontop of me out of the blue and scared the living life out of me. ) }}
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Post by ✦ ┇ W ι ɳ on Feb 5, 2017 20:21:59 GMT -5
"Don't run in a straight line either, with any luck they'll be going for capture not kill and then they'll only be aiming to injure." Xavier offered a little advice to the selkie as well incase he wasn't aware of the proper way to escape a situation without getting shot and killed. The rest of the crew, minus Camilla and Coran, had plenty of experience in such a situation. He frowned a little and twisted the ring on his pinky uncomfortably, he didn't like the idea of Whetu having no back up, it would be likely Iratus would target her and in that case she would be the one most in need of someone nearby to help. He knew it wasn't practical for the plan though and it was likely once the guard were on them they would have little to no time to plan or help out each other. Xavier was never one for plans, but Kain seemed frustrated by that notion. He scoffed at her comment and gave a small shake of his head, obviously not amused by the idea. He didn't feel like dealing with their odd little crew and Whetu seemed to be the piece that fit them all together.
It was moments later a rumble could be heard, the march of a dozen pairs of legs stomping the path in a way that was almost rhythmic. Heath was the fist to emerge through the brush, sweat beaded at his forehead and his tall frame halted immediately at the site of the captain and her crew. A slow grin spread over his face, it was sharp toothed and menacing, a predator who after a long time hunting finally had his prey in his grasp. He drew his sword immediately, somehow barely winded from the running. There were rumors that Captain Iratus was in fact blessed by the gods to carry out the king's will and once one saw his incredibly physique and fighting abilities it was hard dispel the rumor. He took a step towards the group and looked them all over, his eyes landing in Whetu last and his grin widened. "Ah, Cynwrig. How pleasant it is to finally see you again. I see you've for yourself a crew, but I can't understand what brings you to this disgusting island." He spoke slowly like he had all the time in the world, it was incredibly clear he found himself to be superior to the people before him and at this point they were just mice in his game.
"No I don't- Wait!" Camilla started than cut herself off and shuffled through her leather bag a moment with a brightness in her green eyes. She found what she was looking for and pulled the box of matches from her bag with a triumphant, "A-ha!" She checked to see how many she had and was satisfied to find the box over half way full. "I keep them around for cauterizing wounds!" She said pleasantly, despite the fact that cauterizing a wound was nasty business. "Let's gather some dry brush and we can light this house, I'm worried it'll take a bit to get started."
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Post by bite me on Feb 13, 2017 19:11:24 GMT -5
Aelhsaen Aldaine || 24 || Female || Lesbian Aelhsaen stands taller than most other woman of her age, with skin a tan bronze. Her jawline is sharp, her cheekbones well pronounced and her eyes are a light striking amber, of which almost seems gold - able to give a glare that would send chills down even the most resilient person's spine. Her appearance would be said to seem quite brash, yet, seemingly to even it out, freckles dot lightly from across one cheek to another, spreading over her nose, evidently softening her features by a great deal; as well, her eyelashes are long, and eyebrows sharp and pointed, but in more of a mystique and flamboyant way. Her hair, of which is a glossy black, is cut short - styled in a pixie cut, where the back is the shortest, and her fringe is the longest; usually swept back in more a cow-lick look. A separate part of her fringe, however, is much longer and almost always in a braid that falls down behind her ear and ends just by her shoulder. Overall, she sports a more androgynous, yet elegant appearance, her eye colour standing out evidently against the darker toning of her skin. She has a lean form, with wide hips and slightly more broad shoulders than most; her legs long, bringing her the majority of the height of which she bears. She holds herself with dignity and pride, for what little she may have left, and walks with a confident sway; head held high and observant. Her most usual attire consists of a ruddy white blouse, with cuffs folded and buttons half-heartedly done at the top, usually leaving two or so undone by the neck cuff. A brown leather belt hangs loose around her waist, a pouch and dagger sheath attached securely, along with a scabbard of which she sheathes her most trusty scimitar in; the whole belt of which sways when she walks, only more so pronouncing her demeanour. Dark grey jeans cover her legs, and the boisterous young woman is most likely seen wearing black leather boots, of which come up just below her knee; a slight heel on the back, making her steps pronounced when she walks. A rope necklace the colour of a deep crimson hangs around her neck, each end bearing a swaying tassel; of which are separated from proper rope with glimmering golden bands. Along her ear ridge and upon her ear lobe, several golden piercings are visible on either side; evidently seen to glint in the light with each stride. Aelhsaen is not a woman that of easy trust. She rarely gives it out, and observes strangers or newcomers with considerable suspicion until she feels she knows them relatively well enough to feel safe around. Though her trust may not be given out so easily, her overbearing sarcasm most definitely is, and she is almost always suiting people with a confident and slight smug stare. Although, she has a softer and more serious side, though does not show it with ease. Compassion is nothing new to her, and she cares fully for all whom she is acquainted with, even though she may try to mask it with brisk replies, occasional tasteless jokes and iconic moody expressions. She is a woman of fierce loyalty, and would stand by any whom she highly regards with pride; and heaven have pity on the opposer if they so much as have the notion to harm those who she does. Though, do not let this deceive you any less. She is a cruel and competent master of snarky comments and witty retorts - though, it is all in good humour. And wonderful humour she does have. Well, as she may think, she is no stranger to casually chortling away at her own jokes. Any one who is able to spin a joke or tale good enough to make her laugh, is already a best mate to her right then and there. She bears ill will toward any sort of gloomy atmosphere, and wouldn't forgive herself if she weren't the one to bring light to the situation with a joke or humorous remark. Overall, Aelhsaen is not at all bad person to be around, and quite the hoot if you know how to get on her good side, perhaps seen as a jokeful narcissist at times; that is, until you do unfortunately come across her bad side. Then, you may as well be in a room with a living, breathing and oh-so definitely deadly storm cloud. Aelhsaen was born an illegitimate daughter to a noble in none other than Cleorus's pride, Leibonia, after her father had an affair with a servant girl. Her mother died at her birth, and her father - to hide the truth of her birth, left her to be raised as one of the servants, denying her as any part of his family, leaving her throughout most of her life, motherless, and practically; fatherless. One of the nobility did in fact keep her company in her time serving, however; her unbeknown half-brother, Rowan. For what time she served, all felt lonely and numb, as if reality and fantasy were two things entirely. She had never learnt of who her parents were, where they were, if they even lived. She knew nothing but her duties and responsibilities. Rowan - he seemed to help that. To bring her back, to help her be herself. She was not one for pity, and is still strongly not, but his company she found herself happy in. Many years past, and both grew good friends. Comrades through all their life difficulties. Though certain restrictions limited them to be able to meet and see each other, they always found a way together. Always. However, as both servant and noble grew older, their connection somewhat faded. Rowan grew isolated in his responsibilities and work. As did Aelhsaen. Soon, it was not long before Rowan fell out of her contact completely. She knew not why, but just that it was the way it was. From then on, life was dull. Miserable. Every hour was another head ache. Every task another punch to the gut. And she grew to despise it immensely. Despise herself. Despise her unknown parents. Despise everyone around her. And it grew, until she finally had enough. She committed treason. Robbed the nobility, and fled in the cover of the night. She knew not where to, but just that anywhere was better than there. That, is about when her new trade took to hand. A type of trade it was. Well, sort of. 'Course, any one person would look to any country or city and only see its outer shell, only what was on the surface. But as in any nation, any civilisation, there is always what lies below. And that, is what she specialises in. Robbing the pitiful slobs that practically roll in gold while others are left to starve, silencing some completely; so that in turn their wealth can for once benefit someone in lesser fortune. One would call it justice, others treason and murder. It depends what side of the coin you prefer. To her, business is business. Just so happens her type of business, sometimes involves blood being spilt, for the benefit of others. Whether than brings justification to it or not, who can truly tell? || Single || Name pronounced 'Ale - shy - an'. She has a slight allergy to cats, yet nonetheless has a real soft spot for any type of animal, even such felines.
{{ Finally done! If anything needs changing, just holler. Might add Rowan in later if need be, as part of the Royal Guard or something. I apologise if my writing seems a bit rusty, as I said, haven't roleplayed in a good while! I'm thinking of having her have a run in with the Blackguard and generally join from there? Whatever suits. }}
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Post by Deleted on Feb 14, 2017 9:08:58 GMT -5
hello everyone ~ it is is, returning form the wilderness sorry I've been gone for eight years, this week was mad and I had zero space to get on. i throw myself at your mercy.
woofles, yes I do have glasses!!!!!! holy mother!!!!! we're basically twins!!! if you don't mind me asking, what part of northern ireland are you from because this could go from strange to *x files theme* I love ya girl!! what a beautiful lesbian :3c she could run into any of the blackguard now if you like, and just get adopted in (for pirates, they do a lot of adopting)
replying now ~ )
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