|
|
Post by Deleted on Nov 17, 2017 19:28:12 GMT -5
{ hey guys. I'm here and I actually finished my form in a reasonable amount of time wow today just couldn't end fast enough. I'm finally on break woo now to procrastinate on typing my starter }
|
|
|
Post by mourningdove on Nov 17, 2017 19:30:00 GMT -5
(I'm so happy god bless Girl post ya starter)
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Nov 17, 2017 19:34:14 GMT -5
{ alright here is my boy Benjamin he's a grumpy a-hole but he's secretly a big softie who needs appreciation love him pls }Crew #1Benjamin Collingsworth [ Tealraven ]Male | 29 | Heterosexual ▸ Physical Description: Benjamin is not a man who would ever allow anyone close enough to do so, but if were one to analyze his physique closely they’d discover that beneath his weathered features lies an aristocratic appearance. No longer pale like he once was, his complexion has become a swarthy, sun-warmed one from days at sea. His jet-black hair, no longer combed and carefully parted, runs wildly down his neck to the top of his shirt collar, which is always unbuttoned. It is brushed back in front to prevent his bangs from falling in his face. His electric blue eyes are easily the most striking part of his visage. They peer brightly and intelligently from a round face that tapers to an almost feminine point, the only upperclass feature he retains. One cannot easily change the shape of one’s body, and his is a dead giveaway that he once belonged to a very different world. He possesses a naturally ectomorphic body, with a height of five feet and ten inches. Only after months of backbreaking work as a pirate did he begin to build up muscle on his narrow shoulders and long legs. A light dusting a freckles across the bridge of his upturned nose and a single turquoise hoop earring in his right ear completes his appearance.
▸ Personality Description: Benjamin can best be described as a geode. He is rough and rock-hard on the outside, but his innermost qualities come as a surprise to most. Outwardly, he is cold and distant, his face often set in a condescending scowl or smirk. Pessimistic, aloof, and equipped with a bottomless supply of sarcastic commentary, Ben has often been described by his colleagues as a killjoy. Cynical though he may be, he is not, however, without his finer points. He is at the same time the most trustworthy man aboard the ship as well as the most manipulative. One thing he excels at is keeping secrets. He is known and valued for his work ethic, rock-solid loyalty, and dependability. Perhaps most rarely seen of all his attributes is his gentler side. After all, Ben is an elder sibling, and was once tasked with the duty of looking after his younger brothers and sister. He can be very devoted and doting in the right situations. But this is the surprising innermost part of him that few have the chance to see; the part that makes him a human geode. Continuing with this comparison, Benjamin must, like a geode, be broken for his true colors to shine through. It just takes the right person with the right amount of patience to do it.
▸ Background (optional): Benjamin was born to an upper-middle-class mother who became the mistress of a British noble. With this man she bore Ben, his two brothers, and one sister. His mother was a frail, dainty creature, however, and was often sick, leaving young Benjamin with the responsibility of caring for his siblings, who often misunderstood the situation and blamed him for their family’s ailments. The fragile facade all went to pieces when Ben accidentally revealed his mother and father’s affair. His father was disgraced, and his mother disappeared mysteriously in the night, leaving he and his siblings alone. His siblings resented him for this tragedy that had befallen them and disowned him, leaving him with nowhere to turn but the British Navy. His inexperience, however, was his downfall, resulting in rejection. So he turned to a life piracy, joining the Vile Squid shortly after his humiliating tumble from the higher class, in which he hit every branch on the way down, each one forcing him to become a little stronger, a little gruffer, and a lot more lonely.
|
|
|
Post by mourningdove on Nov 17, 2017 19:39:15 GMT -5
(I LOVE BENJI)
|
|
|
Post by lozi on Nov 17, 2017 20:20:29 GMT -5
[ Benno will either befriend or despise Benji lol I love benji. ]
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Nov 17, 2017 20:24:01 GMT -5
BENJAMIN COLLINGSWORTH
When Benjamin heard they were to be docking soon, he may as well have swallowed a rock. A large, cold stone of dread sat heavily in the bottom of his stomach. He could feel his heart plummet into his boots, and suddenly he had pebbles for toes, unable to move. Try as he might, he could not initially force his legs forward. Instead he simply stood there in silence for several moments, trying to wrap his brain around this new situation. He gripped the railing tightly, his knuckles turning white.
New things were bad. He’d learned that as a young boy. Trying something new meant automatic failure; beyond one’s comfort zone lay nothing but trouble, and sometimes pain to emphasize it. Benji was a man of predictability, to whom routines were of the utmost importance. He liked knowing what to expect, with just enough change in his daily schedule to keep things interesting. Pillage, plunder, try to survive--it was a fairly simple life that didn’t take much adjusting to if one’s heart was in it.
For Benji, joining the crew aboard the Vile Squid was the biggest risk he ever took, and it changed his life permanently. But for once, he had made the right choice, and that risk he took so long ago ended up being one of the best changes he ever made for his life. Which wasn’t hard to do, really, considering his life hadn’t been all that outstanding to begin with. Even if it meant occasionally jeopardizing his own skin, it is worth it. Here he didn’t have to worry about words murmured in low voices everywhere he went, just out of earshot. He he was accepted. He now belonged at sea. This creaky old ship was home. That was why he froze when the command “All Ashore!” cut sharply through the salty air, ringing in his ears. Ashore lay new things. Bad things. Unpredictable things. Strange places, people he didn’t know, all of whom would be judging him silently, he knew for sure. It happened every time they docked some place. The stares and the whispers of words he couldn’t quite make out, but were no doubt commenting on how out of place he looked among his rugged colleagues. Oh, he tried to make himself look disheveled for the sole purpose for avoiding this. But there wasn’t much he could do about his naturally lanky body and his pale complexion. He spent extra hours in the sun, earning himself a reputation for his work ethic, when really he was trying to build up muscle and get a little more melanin in his skin. But the muscles didn’t seem to stick, and he burned rather than tanned. It was humiliating, but at least the other pirates didn’t seem to care too much. So he would try, as he always did, to blend in with the crew as they clambered down from the ship and marched through the bustling port into the nearest pub. The pirate who could almost be mistaken for an aristocrat in sailor’s clothing made his way briskly to the front, remaining a respectful distance away from his captain. Once he saw that Nemo had ordered, he turned to the bartender and slapped a few silver coins on the counter. “I’ll have the strongest whiskey you’ve got,” he commanded, his voice curt. He could already feel the patrons’ curious, wandering eyes burning into the back of his loose white shirt.
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Nov 17, 2017 20:24:47 GMT -5
{ oof a form and a starter in less than two hours I'm on a roll today it's nice actually having motivation }
|
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Nov 17, 2017 20:31:56 GMT -5
{ I love Levi, tbh. he and Benji could almost be kindred spirits. }
|
|
|
Post by shades on Nov 17, 2017 20:35:36 GMT -5
[ everyone be going to the pub and Charlie isn't allowed in for being a legitimate child. ha I guess that means I have to make that big girl character. ]
|
|
|
|
Post by mourningdove on Nov 17, 2017 20:40:57 GMT -5
(Have Charlie sneak in lol)
|
|
|
Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Nov 17, 2017 20:43:34 GMT -5
( reigns would be pissed at Charlie but wouldn’t scold him too harshly xD )
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Nov 17, 2017 20:51:18 GMT -5
{ Charlie and sneak in and be socially awkward with Benji, since apparently his only friend is Levi xD }
|
|
|
Post by mourningdove on Nov 17, 2017 20:52:52 GMT -5
(What is Nicola chopped liver??)
|
|
|
Post by lozi on Nov 17, 2017 20:53:20 GMT -5
[ omg I’m awful I just realized I didn’t give Benno a background. I’ll write that up and then I’ll get my starter up soon I promise I’ll stop getting distracted. ]
|
|
|
|
Post by shades on Nov 17, 2017 20:58:39 GMT -5
[ you know I didn't think of that when I wrote the initial starter. XP But now I may do that and rewrite his starter to have him sneaking in and interacting with someone.
You know I didn't give Charlie a history background mostly because I wanted to do some thinking on whether he left home to make money or ran away. ]
|
|
яєɗ
Chrom is overrated you fools
|
Post by яєɗ on Nov 17, 2017 21:51:38 GMT -5
I'll make a roleplay profile if I ever find a face claim so until then we're stuck w this also starters aren't my thing bare w me)
Millonae was just like any other port city in the world, just this one was run by pirates. It had the same class distinctions, the same working girls, the same orphaned children that ran underfoot that would pickpocket you in a second. It had the same smell, the same wet chill in the air. To Levi, this was just another Hope Bay. He could have easily been born here, it wouldn't have made a difference. He still would've ended up where he was now. That was why when the call was made for everyone to get off ship and get onto land Levi turned the other way and went below deck; if you saw one port, you saw them all. Besides, Levi had things to do before he went onshore. Things being, of course, checking what supplies the crew had and making sure they got whatever they needed before they left. The crew had docked only a few days before, so it was pointless for Levi to check again. There wasn't anything they needed. He just didn't want to leave ship - there was nothing for him to do onshore. Levi had sworn off working girls thanks to it being his late mother's profession and he detested drinking since he didn't like the results of it. He was, by far, in the minority on both opinions.
After taking his sweet time below deck Levi finally did leave the ship, barely glancing at the crew members who'd been elected to stay behind to make sure no one tried to steal their ship, which was a ridiculous notion in the first place. Nemo, and the Vile Squid, were notorious in these waters. It'd be a death wish even to step close to her. Anyone could figure it out by just looking at the ship. She was formidable, that was for sure. She was a much better home than Hope Bay.
As soon as Levi's feet hit solid ground, dread filled him. Dread because his childhood always came back to him like a wave every time he was on dry land. Not that his dread showed on him, the man barely had any emotions other than his default scowl; whereas some of his crew mates liked to blend into their surroundings on land, Levi liked to stand out by looking clean and put-together - even at sea Levi made sure to look clean. By looking put-together and clean not only flaunted the fact he had money, courtesy of the Vile Squid for actually treating their crew somewhat right, but also a big middle finger to all the port cities that treated their street orphans like vermin and left them for dead. It was his way of saying even though he grew up in dirt, he still managed to come out on top of everyone else.
He'd been to Millonae about a million times, it felt, so he knew exactly where the pubs were, and which pub boasted the frequency of the Vile Squid. On his way inside he caught sight of Charlie, the powder monkey, lurking outside and Levi let out a small chuckle through his nose. He was sure he'd see the kid inside any minute. As he entered the pub, however, his eyes immediately scanned to see who was inside. To no surprise, mostly everyone. With a final sweep of his eyes around the pub, he started towards the bar to one of the crew members. He wasn't going to drink, any one of the crew members knew that, so at best he was just going to sit at someone's side and be a brooding presence, if anything.
|
|
|
Post by mourningdove on Nov 17, 2017 22:02:51 GMT -5
(Getting initiated to my sorority in a few minutes yo holla)
Nicola was only a few drinks in, and the Frenchmen liked to think he held his liquor well. Of course, he didn't. His body was smaller than he admitted to himself, and his pacing needed work. Therefore, by the time another crewmember had sat beside him he was tipsy, perhaps more so than he thought. Drinking was a rare thing for him, even if he did have some wine back home. He preferred not to drink on the boat; the alcohol and the waves played cruel tricks on him.
His eyelids felt heavy, yet despite this Nicola felt energized, his bracelet making a twinkling noise as it hit against his glass. Every drink left his chest feel warmer than the last, and the pirate had already shed his coat, his sleeves now rolled as high as they would go. Turning to see who occupied the seat beside him, he frowned slightly at the sight of Levi.
"Why did you show if you aren't going to have a good time?" He asked, raising his glass sloppily towards his crewmate, spilling some amber liquid onto the bar top. "C'mon," He slurred, "I'll buy you one if you'll loosen up! You're as high strung as our sails!"
|
|
ιcєу
nothing good starts in a getaway car
|
Post by ιcєу on Nov 18, 2017 8:35:06 GMT -5
( I sure have missed a lot! Sorry I was gone, school was suddenly cancelled so I went deer hunting. Give me a little bit to get caught up. )
|
|
|
Post by lozi on Nov 18, 2017 10:09:53 GMT -5
[ ℊℓоω I've finally finished up Benno. I changed everything in his form in some way, so you might have to read through the whole thing again. Sorry. orz I'll get my starter up now. ]
|
|
|
Post by lozi on Nov 18, 2017 11:51:29 GMT -5
Benno Tigs Where there is a sea, there are pirates ⎈ ⎈ ⎈ ⎈
Benno was one who enjoyed the days that they docked, it meant him receiving his next letter. He was like a young boy on his birthday again, hanging on the edge of his seat to see what would be given to him. No one really knew where he slipped off to for the first couple of minutes, and Benno assumed that they didn't mind, seeing as he'd never been asked about it.
It was a secretive thing, not just because he didn't want his shipmates to know that he still wrote to mommy dearest, but also because the letters were meant for him. It felt stupid and childish, but he wanted the letters for himself. His mother had written them for his eyes only. His mother had always been his angel, ever believing in him when everyone thought he was worthless, so of course it always anchored him to hear from her.
He stepped off the ship, nonchalantly searching for the man that he always met. The salty, rank air of Millonae stung his nose, but after almost ten years of riding the Vile Squid, it only made him falter for a second. When he was sure he wouldn't be missed if he was gone, he slipped silently into the crowds of people.
He picked out the mail carrier easily, holding his hand out expectantly, waiting for the arrival of his letter. His face remained passive and blank, but his mind buzzed to know whether his mother had made her move yet. This letter would be the most important letter he could receive, following Katherine's last letter. The letter had said something about his mother running out of time, and Benno had sold everything he didn't need to send money to his mother. "Something from Katherine Tigs for Benno Tigs?" He demanded curtly.
The mail carrier rummaged through his bag, pulling out a pouch with a letter attached to the string that held it shut. "It's not from a Katherine Tigs, but it is addressed to you, sir."
Benno took the pouch, shaking it gently. Inside it, something jangled. What could his mother afford to give to him. He walked away from the mail carrier without another word, puzzled. Taking the letter, he tore open the seal.
He didn't recall much of what the letter said, besides words like "murder", and "domestic dispute". Benno tugged on his collar, ran his hands through his hair, fought the urge to scream. His face twisted into something of both intense agony and lethal rage. His mother, dead? He had been too late. He couldn't even save the one person he loved most. He tore open the pouch, finding the wealth he had sent her, in the hundreds. Gold, coins, jewelry, he ran it through his fingers back into the pouch. He wanted to hurl the pouch into the ocean, get as far away from it as he could, but he knew it would be no use. He couldn't escape the claws of death, whether they were coming for him or someone else.
His breath was ragged, his cold eyes narrowed as he tied the heavy pouch onto his belt. He headed for the pub, emerging through the doors like the calm before a storm. His eyes betrayed his distress, however, as there was something wild and desperate about them, although he moved steadily, as if he had all the time in the world.
He sat heavily into a chair, ordered the strongest rum on the menu, and tossed a handful of coins onto the counter half-heartedly. He hunched over his drink, ignoring the note that was now crumpled into a ball in the pouch. He downed the rum, throat burning from the intense drink. At least he knew how to hold a drink proper.
He rested his head in his hands, ordered liquor after liquor, and drank himself into a haze.
|
|
ιcєу
nothing good starts in a getaway car
|
Post by ιcєу on Nov 18, 2017 13:02:42 GMT -5
BRYNN DURRETT
✦ ✧ ✧ X ✧ ✧ ✦
Brynn knew as soon as she saw the faint edges of every pirate's favorite island that the Vile Squid was going to be docking soon. Narrowing her eyes, she turned on the heel of her boot and marched into the room that had been dedicated to whichever surgeon or doctor was on board. And for the past five years, it had been hers. Various jars and vials lined the shelves, the occasional heavy, leather-bound book taking up a place in between the herbs and medicines she had stored up. Her sea-green colored eyes scanned the shelves, the candle from across the room casting shadows as she took a quick inventory of what she needed to buy while they were on the island of Millonae. She grabbed a small piece of parchment, and picked up the quill sitting up the weathered desk that was pushed into a corner. Dipping the tip of the quill into the glass inkwell, she scribbled out a list of everything she they were running low on. She reached the end of her list, reading it over once more before folding it up.
Wasting no time, Brynn quickly put on a long-sleeved, white cotton shirt and a plain pair of black britches, which she tucked into her leather boots. She pulled her tangled, coal colored hair into a bun, a few wild strands hanging around her face. With a few steps she crossed the room, and reached her slender hand to the top shelf. Her fingers grasped and object, and as she brought it down, the blade of her dagger shone in the dim light. Placing it in the back of her pants, she covered the hilt with her shirt. Brynn grabbed the list, making certain one last time that she had everything she needed. Closing the door behind her, she closed the door, and stood on the deck as she watched the island grow bigger as they approached their destination.
Minutes later, the Vile Squid was docked, and the crew was released onto dry land. Though she had grown up in a small town far away from the sea, Brynn had not felt comfortable with her feet on solid ground in a long time. The solid click of her boots hitting the dock rang in her ears as the various buildings came into view. She spotted the tavern, and instantly her mouth dried as her tongue became heavy at the thought of a nice drink. But right now, she had business to attend to. It wasn't her first time on the island, and she knew very well how to handle herself among the various criminals and lowlifes that inhabited Millonae.
The door to the apothecary opened with a sharp creak. Dozens of containers were stored along the walls and in cupboards around the room. The room smelled of soft dirt and damp leaves, and lanterns illuminated the space. A small noise from the back of the store stalled her, and her hand instinctively reached behind her, ready to grab her dagger. But most of her worry - but not all - left her body as she spotted Willy. The apothecary and Brynn had interacted many times over the years, and even though he never had done anything against her, she never had trusted the stout man that stood behind the counter. "What can I get you today, miss?" he called to her as she slowly approached him, pulling the folded sheet of parchment out of her front pocket.
"I need to restock," she said flatly, her face not betraying the constant uneasiness she felt around him. She held out the list, his grubby fingers snatching it from her grasp.
Brynn folded her arms across her chest as she stood there watching him mutter and nod as he read through the list she had made. "Yes...yes...we're almost out of opium... yes, have that, ye-" He suddenly snapped his wide eyes to hers, and it took every ounce of self control for her to not jump. "It says here you need nightshade. You've never gotten that before, miss." He narrowed his eyes before adding, "Are you sure you need it?"
She raised an eyebrow and she felt her scowl deepen. "I wrote it down, didn't I?" she growled, her nails digging into her biceps.
"Yes, yes you did," Willy hurriedly said, and he began to scurry about the shop. Every now and then, he'd bring a jar or vial of something back to the counter. The dark haired girl stood patiently, her eyes following him as he worked swiftly. Finally, he returned to the counter, and he grabbed a small jar of small, dark berries. As he slowly placed them alongside everything else, he studied her face. She continued to remain emotionless, but inside her blood was boiling with impatience.
As the apothecary placed all of the herbs in a burlap sack, she placed six silver coins down. He held the bag out, and she quickly grabbed it from him, being sure not to break anything inside. Willy paused and looked at the coins, squinting at the amount that sat before him. He knew that the extra coin was there to make sure he kept his mouth shut about the poison that was now in her possession. She gave him a small nod, and without another word, she left the store.
The tavern was the next stop, where Brynn spotted most of the crew spending their time and coin. Setting the sack in her lap, she faced the bartender. "Get me a whisky," she said, placing a coin before her. She glanced about, spotting Nemo and Reigns together. Benji sat not that far away, while Benno was obviously taken with the drink he held in his hand and the undoubted others that came before it. Brynn took a gulp of her whiskey, letting out a small sigh. She hadn't had a drink in weeks, and though she had never been pleased to be on dry land, she was thankful for the alcohol that was there.
|
|
|
Post by mourningdove on Nov 18, 2017 14:04:58 GMT -5
(I'm so sad I want benno to be happy)
|
|
|
Post by lozi on Nov 18, 2017 14:14:44 GMT -5
[ Poor Benno ]
|
|
|
|
Post by shades on Nov 18, 2017 14:21:34 GMT -5
[ I'm editing lil Charlie so he's in the same place as everyone. This kid is stealthy as all heck. or so small no one looks down to see him. ]
|
|
|
Post by shades on Nov 18, 2017 14:57:57 GMT -5
.CHARLIE._______________________________________________________________________________________ When Charlie attempted to follow the crew into the pub, a pirate native of the island Millonae and stranger clapped him onto the back and with a booming voice that startled the youngest lad. “How olde ye be kid? Twelve?” The other pirate didn’t even attempt to hold in a wheezing chuckle, or even charitably, turn the other cheek and let the kid off the hook. But he doesn’t—the pirate looks around the pub, who are practically holding their breaths, and within a second the native pub-dwellers burst into merciless, boisterous laughter as Charlie looks on pleadingly for them to stop.
Charlie creases his lips. “‘M sixteen,” he mutters, but Charlie isn’t defensive about it, buckling under the weight of the hand still on his shoulder.
The pirate laughs, forcefully turning Charlie around. “Yer a lil’ to young fer this here place. Find yerself a chum to play chess with ye or tag. Go on.”
“I’ve drank before.” Charlie protested, grounding his heels unceremoniously into the dirt. Wide brown eyes looking up in almost a doe-like manner that melted some of the crew before they could punish him; unfortunately it was not effective against the gruff pirate. “M’ crews’s in there!” He explained waving an exaggerated hand out towards the pub with the sleeve of his shirt flopping uselessly over his hand.
“Then ye can wait for them to leave outside.” He grunted with finality while giving the youngest member a shove that plopped him into the dirt just yards away from the pub entrance. Once the pirate knew Charlie wouldn’t be turning around, attempting to swindle his way back in, he turned his back towards the boy and returned to his drink.
It would be childish to stick out his tongue at the native pirate who turned him away, Charlie knew. But he did it anyway, his bright pink tongue flashing. His cheeks were rosy and his ears bright red as Charlie examined his surroundings. He could go back to the Vile Squid, lounge on the deck free of duties. It doesn’t bother him. It really never has. But it is a constant source of reminding that though Charlie says he is two years older than he is, nobody believes him. He crossed his arms in a thoughtful manner, earning odd looks from the passersby at the young boy dusting his pants off from sitting on the ground.
Charlie watched the entrance for another minute or so, until he’s sure nobody is paying attention. He breaths out a bated breath surveying the surroundings of the pub as Charlie tiptoed around the back. His eyes caught sight of a slightly agape window with no strangers in sight (he does see some crew members like Nicola, Benji, and Benno but they wouldn’t rat him out if he climbed in through the window) as he slowly opened the window wider, pausing each moment the window squeaked slightly and ducking when roaming eyes wandered in his general direction.
His heartbeat was elevated and his cheeks still tinted with the rosy hue from the adrenaline. When he was sure the window was wide enough for him to wriggle through, pushing forward through the miniscule child-sized gap and lowering himself onto the floor with practiced ease from climbing the ship masts and deck all day. Brown eyes alight with pride as he ducked under the tables until he appeared near the bar where some of the more friendly faces were downing drinks at the bar.
“Psst.” He whispered, his teeth tugging on his bottom lip in an awkward toothy grin. “It’s me,” Charlie stated as though he wouldn’t be recognized as the only mop of wavy brown hair and doe-like eyes on the entire island.
_______________________________________________________________________________________
|
|