Jacky
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Post by Jacky on May 17, 2011 19:11:10 GMT -7
In a world where piracy has taken down government, people banded together to fight against those who would plunder their food, gold, and goods. In this war, many ships and lives were lost from both sides. The pirates and the newly named force, the Chivalrous Buccaneers of the Sea (CBS) fought on looking to gain all the Pieces of Eight (mysterious objects of special power). During the last great battle, the pieces of eight switched hands from the CBS to the Pirates who now control the Pieces of Eight and are passed to heirs that no one could determine. It is said whoever controls a piece of eight is destined for greatness, but at what cost? The world ended up being split between two factions, the Pirates and the CBS. ***I need someone to lead the CBS and another to be King of the Pirates. To keep things organized and less confusing, I will have a special post under this one for BIO’s. They should include the following. Please message them to me so I can place them in the post. Name: Age: Curse of a Piece of Eight: (if applicable) ***this is a power granted to a person but at some cost such as (but not limited to) the person will lose a year off their life every time they use their power, bad luck, and sickness. The greater the power, the greater the price needs to be. The piece will curse you until you pass it on. Let it be known, if the price has been paid, (if a low cost) the curse will pass on to another and the person will regain half what they paid for use of the Piece of Eight but they can never again set foot on a vessel on the sea (which means if you are able to pass on the Piece of Eight or have paid the full price, you will regain half of what you gave for the curse but can never set foot on sea again). There is more than eight Pieces of Eight.*** Be creative in your objects, power and curse. Not everyone needs a curse if they so not desire. Background: A background of your caracter to understand where they are starting from. Weapons: keep this to Renaissance era weaponry. You may have musket guns and pistols, turret muskets and pistols (the black powder muzzle loaded guns) What side you are on:
I am not quite sure how this will play out, but it shall be fun to see. If any questions, message me.***
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Jacky
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Post by Jacky on May 17, 2011 19:13:28 GMT -7
Bios:
Name: Alice Levie Age: 19 Curse of a piece of eight: Beauty. A small silver ring that is stuck upon her finger is the holder of her curse. Any man to lay eyes on her will be stunned with her looks. In addition to the obvious problems that can arise with such a beauty, when the men are stunned, Alice must either "sacrifice" them or make them do a deed for her. After many times being stunned and with practice, one may master her curse so they are not affected by it. Woman who look upon her greed upon her and lust for her power. Background: Alice's introduction into piracy is as such. She was a wanderer who had amazing fighting abilities. One day, while walking along a seaport, she was attacked from behind by a vicious man. She fought this man so well he lay knocked out in the street after a mere four minutes. A pirate captain was standing by who witnessed the actions and took Alice in to become his first mate. He trained her to become the best fighter known in the sea, but her talent was kept a secret. One day during a plunder, a ring was found in the loot. Alice was subconsciously attracted to the ring and when placed it on her finger found she could not take it off. Three years later, her captain and close friend was dying and gave her two hand crafted swords for her use and a small ship to run off with if ever wanted. When he died, Alice found herself in a town searching for her next adventure. Weapons: Two swords specially crafted for her use. What side you are on: Pirates
Name: Roaring Rurick (Rurick Gent) Age: 27 Curse: My curse is the ability to fight extremely well when the fates deem it to be so. The object that goes along with it is a coin that has two faces that are ever changing. When preparing for battle I flip the coin and wherever it land on me it is stuck to the skin or burns through clothing to get to my skin. Even if it misses it is attracted directly back to me and will slide until I come into contact with it, therefore impossible to lose. If i have time to prepare then i can concentrate and somewhat force it to a favorable outcome. When it lands Jolly roger up, it means the fates are having fun with me and I lose complete control and just start killing everything in sight while going into a blood rage. Each time I lose control it gets harder to come back and as such I grow more and more flippant with life and twistedly fond of killing and as such am drawn back to fighting even with the dangers of losing myself. If scales land face up then I fight with their protection for their fun but with my own combat skill. If the reaper appears, i am doomed to fail in my following personal battles. When a fist appears I am unstoppable, nothing can touch me and I am almost guaranteed to complete my desired goal, however this comes with the price of the fates then requiring me to complete a task of their desire or suffer the consequence of being they're eternal slave.
I was once a boisterous, large man with a devil may care attitude with a fondness for gambling. However, this combined with a not so small liking for rum lead to some very bad situations. In one of these such situations I had lost everything that belonged to me and had worked so hard for. when push came to shove i knew my luck was about to turn around for when a stranger stepped into the game and said he would cover my debts, which were about to get me indentured servitude, if i could beat him at a chance toss of a coin. Well I believed my luck could only go up took him up. he tossed the coin which then stuck to my skin and proceeded to burn a brand into my forearm, a pentagon within a pentagon. instantly i knew my very soul no longer belonged to myself. From there on out I had impressions of what to do and have never lead a quite life since starting with that tavern. You see the other side of the coin was the Jolly Roger and there was not a single living soul left that was there that night. Now I lead the boarding crew loyally for my ship's captain and yet am often doing additionally things not of my own bidding.
Weapons: My signature weapons are a cutlass in one hand and a three pronged grappling hook in the other, to pull my enemies close and gut them, however, I will fight with anything I can find.
Sides: A pirate of course!
Name: Charles Abbott Age: 37 Curse: n/a Background: Charles was always poor, and at the ripe age of fifteen he did what many young men in his situation did; he ran off to sea. The CBS was always looking for sailors, and its promise of adventure appealed to the reckless nature of all young men. His skill in both fighting and sailing, combined with the high turnover rate of officer positions led to a quick rise in the ranks. Life was good, for a time. Charles had been sailing for nearly seven years when the course of his life was drastically changed by a pirate attack. Outmatched and outnumbered, the ship Charles served on as a lieutenant was destroyed, with nearly all hands lost. Only Charles and five other crewmen survived, clinging desperately to driftwood. They were adrift for two days before rescue came in the form of a merchant vessel. Charles and his fellows offered to work aboard the ship to repay their debt, and they continued serving long after their debt was paid. Charles' skill in combat didn't go unused. For his service in defending the ship from pirates he was made an officer, and over the many years he has served aboard the ship he has risen to become first officer. He is extremely loyal to his captain and dedicated to his crew, and would willingly sacrifice himself to save them. Weapons: Cutlass and two single-shot flintlock pistols Side: Unaffiliated merchant (formerly CBS)
Name: Eniphox Lemaf Age: 26 Curse: Telekinesis, though at the cost of sacrificing ones sanity. The piece of eight is a feather which adorns Eniphox's hat. Eniphox has no idea that it's a piece of eight, or even that it grants him telekinesis, he just considers it to be a nice looking feather on a very comfortable hat. The hat doesn't blow off in the wind or any other accidental removal, but Eniphox can take it off, as can anyone else who specifically tries to. The more things moved, the more sanity lost, though some of what is lost slowly recovers if the power isn't used for an extended period of time. Eniphox has activated it subconsciously causing his cloak to billow dramatically in the wind (whether or not there is wind) at certain moments, as well as a few other very minor manipulations, but as it is subconscious Eniphox has absolutely no idea that it's happening, or even that he's doing it. Background: Eniphox appeared out of seemingly nowhere eight years ago when he was jailed for piracy but managed to break himelf and 15 other men out and steal a ship, declaring himself captain. No record, written or spoken, of him before that moment has been found as of yet. Currently he is captain of the large ship The Firebird, A ship with no cannons, no gunpowder, but a speed that beats most (if not all) ships on the high seas. His highly trained crew has become relatively large, though not even the few remaining from his original crew can provide any insight into his origins. Eniphox is known for his flamboyant style and relative mercy, though his ship does have set rules and strict consequences for breaking them. Despite his young age, he possess a remarkable knowledge of the seas and sailing, and in combat uses a highly unique but incredibly deadly fighting style. The strong pull of his personality allows him to surround himself with friends, and even those who dislike him are drawn to him enough to listen to his words. Weapons: A rapier with slightly skewed dimensions and one sharpened edge crafted specifically for him. If for some reason he cannot use it he has a number of hidden daggers. Affiliation: Pirate
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Jacky
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Post by Jacky on May 20, 2011 12:48:58 GMT -7
Alice sighed as she looked into the horizon waiting for something to happen. The past six weeks had been nothing but sailing smooth waters with her small crew of eleven and stopping in a port for supply's once in a while. Alice watched as her crew wandered around longing for action. "If only we could come across a larger vessel we could seize, then my friends, we shall have some fun" she said to herself.
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Tedd B.
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Post by Tedd B. on May 20, 2011 21:30:35 GMT -7
Rurick slumped into an open stool at the bar. He was dead tired and filthy. Brushing some of the ash that still clung to him after his last fight, he remembered what he had done. He had led his ship to a great victory over the CBS, but as usual when the fist appears, he was then compelled to do a task by the fates. He had taken a smaller vessel from the battle and sailed away by himself without any explanation, though none was needed. He had done this type of thing before, and his captain knew eventually he might come back. After sailing away to a coordinates he didn't know, he encountered a fellow, but much bigger, pirate ship. Not of his own doing he used his own ship as a fire ship in order to completely destroy the opposing vessel, and the passenger who had not been paying for his curse fully. He barely made it off in time and now sat in that same bay wondering what to do next and hoping to find a vessel on which to work and thinking about how many he had killed again.
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Jacky
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Post by Jacky on May 20, 2011 21:55:05 GMT -7
The strong voice of a crew member snapped Alice out of her daze. "Ship Ahoy!" he yelled. Like Alice was in a trance, she began barking orders. "All hands on deck! Man the gun. Take this ship alive. Get close enough to the prize to let me aboard and I shall do the rest." Alice felt her luck changing. There was no stopping her. Her men swept up behind the ship. The other crew unknowing their ship was being chased, let alone taken over, we're shocked when Alice swung aboard. The men looked in awe over Alice. "I am taking command of this vessel" She said looking at the Captain.
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Post by Accomplice on May 20, 2011 22:12:29 GMT -7
Charles felt his hand waver as he tried to keep his pistol steady. This woman was something else. Why wasn't the crew doing anything? Why wasn't he doing anything? "Lower your gun Mr. Abbot" Charles looked in shock to his captain. "You heard her. It's over, she's in command" Charles trusted his captain with his life, and besides, how could he argue with the picture of beauty that stood before him. Like all the men around him, Charles lowered his weapon.
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Jacky
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Post by Jacky on May 21, 2011 7:27:35 GMT -7
"You all will join my crew and depending on how Loyal you are to me and my former crew I may place you in a higher rank. You should know if you try to attack me, you shall loose and any mutiny will result in painful death upon you. Line up. Speak your name when I am in front of you and tell me your use on this ship and any special talents you posses." Alice says in a firm, but enchanting voice. Alice watched as the men stumbled over one another to line up. A smug smile arose on Alice's face as she went up to the man the Captain spoke to.
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Post by Accomplice on May 23, 2011 20:22:00 GMT -7
This woman was some sort of witch, it was the only explanation. Charles had heard stories the men told of fell enchantresses, and the stories always ended in chaos. He had never put much stock in these stories, but now one a sorceress was staring him in the face. For some strange reason, he found nothing wrong with the idea. "Charles Abbott, first mate. I've sailed these seas for over twenty years. I know more about naval warfare than anyone, and can lead men." Charles returned the young woman's smug gaze with one of his own. "I daresay someone as young as yourself needs experienced men like me".
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Jacky
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Post by Jacky on May 23, 2011 21:20:56 GMT -7
"Ah ha! A man who knows how to charm a woman. Aye. I do need experienced men on my crew. As of lately, I am also in need of a first mate. You will do nicely. After I am done here we shall meet in my quarters and I shall explain what your new assignments require and what is expected of you. You are dismissed." Alice said with a smile. The man reminded her of her old captain. Alice moved down the line sorting the crew and disposing of the ones who seemed unfit for her crew. When Alice was finished of disposing of the former captain, she went to her new quarters to address her new first mate.
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Post by Apples on May 24, 2011 20:19:55 GMT -7
Back at port Eniphox was finishing the final checks to ensure that The Firebird was properly docked and anchored. "All seems to be ship shape, as to be expected. Well done men. Those not currently on duty may take a few hours off. We shouldn't be here long, so don't do anything stupid. It would be a shame for you to be left alone and forced to work on a less..." He glanced up at the ship's clean white sails and grinned "elegant ship."
The captain listened to the mixed agreements before nodding his approval and stepping off ship. He made his way to the nearest bar and looked in through one of the front facing windows. He compared its occupants, poorly dressed ruffians covered with dirt and ale, to the ghostly reflection of himself, a finely dressed man with clean blond hair and one hell of a hat. Eniphox gave a sigh. He didn't normally like associating with those who couldn't appreciate the merits of a proper appearance, but he needed information, and a bar was a fine place to get it. There was a small sliver of time between the time a pirate speaks only what he's allowed and the time that he speaks only in a drunken stupor. In that time, a man is likely to speak the deepest secrets of his ship and soul. The odds of getting the information he needed was minimal, but any revealed secrets may help him in the future. Eniphox straightened his crimson jacket, adjusted his equally crimson plumed hat, and stepped into the filthy establishment.
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Tedd B.
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"Free Rides and Coffin Surffer"
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Post by Tedd B. on May 25, 2011 21:54:17 GMT -7
Would you look at that one, Rurick thought to himself. All high and mighty, dressed better than any of them. Who knows there might be a bit of money to be made off of this one, he looks like he has a few coins to rub together. I wonder if he is any good at gambling?
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Post by Apples on Jun 6, 2011 23:21:57 GMT -7
There was a very brief moment where dozens of greedy eyes stared at him from all corners of the room, but the rowdy commotion that filled any bar full of drunk pirates quickly pulled the attention away from him. The bartender began to make his way towards Eniphox, no doubt thinking to himself that he could easily over charge this particular customer, but the pirate waved him away, procuring a bottle of fine looking red wine from a side pocket of his jacket, along with a crystal wineglass. He then made his way to an empty table, sat, and listened. Picking out good information from the constant roar of the crowd was difficult, but the exercise helped him to focus his mind and think clearly so that even if he didn't hear anything of note, the time spent in thought would make the trip worth it.
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Tedd B.
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"Free Rides and Coffin Surffer"
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Post by Tedd B. on Jun 10, 2011 10:38:20 GMT -7
So, he provides his own drink. Some would, to avoid poison but the glass was overkill, literally rubbing it every ones faces that he was better. Then again the the wine did look better than the swill he was drinking. Rurick decided to chance it and sidled over. "So is it just that you think that you are better than the rest of us? Or are you a man with a decent price to his name and is afraid of something slipped into your drink?
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Jacky
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Post by Jacky on Jun 11, 2011 12:08:07 GMT -7
Alice walked into her new Cabin taking in the layout of the room. One of her old crewmen was there standing guard at the door. "Herold, go have the former Capitan draw me out a full layout of the ship and every room including this one. I want nothing left out. Over see him as well." she said to him sending him away, she wanted no one to overhear her conversation with her new first mate. She went over to the table on the right side of the room where the man was sitting. Sitting down across from him, elbows on the table and her chin in her hands she addressed him. "Charles is it? Good strong name, the name of my former Capitan. What do you have to offer me Charles?" She said in a smug, but firm voice.
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Post by Accomplice on Jun 12, 2011 22:45:04 GMT -7
"What do I have to offer? A weather-worn ship low on supplies and lower in the water. Our destination isn't far off, we can sell our cargo and resupply. I don't doubt that lighter and thereby faster ship will go a good way towards whatever..." Charles paused to look the new captain up and down as he searched for the right word "enterprising... ventures you have in mind."
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