Post by Clara on Jul 9, 2006 23:01:13 GMT -5
Name
Clara Gray
Gender
Female
Age
29
Physical Description
A slender young woman, of average height, everything about Clara’s appearance screams ‘pirate’. While her black hair was once long and lustrous, she hacked off a good portion of it when she began sailing, so as to keep the locks from catching on anything. The choppy, black strands now barely reach her earlobes, and is usually a disheveled mess on top of her head. She has rather pale skin, despite her frequent sun exposure, and large, round eyes that are a very soft shade of blue-gray. Her face is dramatically expressive and her lips are often twisted into a wickedly mischievous smirk. She has a nice face, as far as her lifestyle will allow. Not a traditional beauty by any means, but certainly a pretty girl. Clara will wear most anything, so long as it fits. Dresses, skirts, pants - although she is far more partial to the latter. She has thigh-high black boots, each of which tends to have a dagger stashed in it at all times, and a simple leather belt with a sword holster in which she keeps her most treasured item.
Personality Description
Clara always was a sharp girl. She has a well-developed sense of humor and quick wit and sarcasm often lace her voice. She is fairly well-tempered, for a pirate, if not a mite impatient at times. She is fiercely loyal to her accomplices, so if you make an acquaintance of her, you’ve likely got an ally for life. She was born to be an adventurer and loves nothing as much as the thrill of the open sea. The very first time her hand touched a blade, it was clear she was a natural for swordplay. On the other hand, she has tragically bad aim with any form of firearm. She is also a spectacularly good liar when she needs to be, so be wary.
History
On the island she grew up on, Clara was part of a very well-to-do family, and, although she loved her parents to a certain degree, often felt she was born into the wrong household. She led a very sheltered life as a young girl. From a very early age, though, she showed a great deal of interest in ships, the ocean, and - most notably - piracy. Her mother was dead-set against her daughter being taught about such things, and tried desperately to instruct her daughter to be a prim and proper young woman. Her father, however, who was a merchant and was around ships a good deal, was thrilled to teach his daughter about his career, despite his wife’s shrill and frequent protests.
When Clara was just about seventeen years old, she had been wandering around their little island community when a pirate ship came into their bay. They did not attack the town, but, as Clara walked by the local tavern, she passed a group of sailors from the strange ship, and overheard a bit of their conversation. She heard enough to understand that they were pirates. Without even considering her options, she ran for the docks, found the proper ship, and stowed away, awaiting the time when the ship would leave port. As expected, she was discovered within two days of shipping out. She did not get as warm a welcome as she had hoped for.
In return for her life, she promised to work on the ship until they reached their next destination. Reluctantly, the captain accepted her offer, but threateningly told her that if she were to make even the smallest of blunders, she’d be walking the plank within minutes of her mistake. She did as she was told and, inside of a month, had been all but promoted to first mate. As promised in their original agreement, she was dropped at their next destination - Tortuga. Since that time, she has joined the crews of several pirate ships, never staying aboard one for too long. She’s a good worker, and damn handy to have around.
Status
Pirate
Sample Post[as this charcter]
“I thought the cap’n said we was goin’ to Tortuga.”
“We are goin’ to Tortuga. We just ‘ad to stop here for supplies, see? Stupid glock...”
“Yeah, but why’d we ‘ave to stop here? This place is crawlin’ wif lawmen. I swear I can smell ‘em...”
“We’ll be back to the Banshee in no time. Just relax.”
I slowed my step, listening intently to the two men talking. They passed by, barely acknowledging me. They smelled absolutely horrid, and their clothing was in tatters, their faces streaked with dirt.
Pirates! I thought. My heart was already pounding, my eyes widening. This had to be my chance - how often were there pirates in town? I looked behind me and watched the two men turn around a corner. As soon as they were out of sight, I bolted. I had no idea I could run so quickly, let alone in a dress. My long, black tresses bounced against my back as I sprinted. I slid to an abrupt stop at the port, and began to walk hurriedly down the docks, seeking out the Banshee.
And there she was. She wasn’t anything special, that was for certain, but she was a ship nonetheless. A pirate ship. A real, mighty pirate ship. My eyes sparkled as they slowly ran over the length of it, taking in the sight. This was it. It had to be Providence. Now I just had to find a way to sneak aboard...
***
I could feel rough, calloused hands close around my wrists and within moments, I was dragged from my hiding spot and into the brilliant light of day. The sea shimmered in every direction, with no sign of land in sight. The miscreants were no doubt expecting me to be screaming, but I could only smile. I slid my wrists out of the grasp of the tall man that had grabbed me, and hurried to the railing to get a full view of the open ocean. I grinned from ear to ear as the crew called for their captain to inquire what was to be done with me.
Clara Gray
Gender
Female
Age
29
Physical Description
A slender young woman, of average height, everything about Clara’s appearance screams ‘pirate’. While her black hair was once long and lustrous, she hacked off a good portion of it when she began sailing, so as to keep the locks from catching on anything. The choppy, black strands now barely reach her earlobes, and is usually a disheveled mess on top of her head. She has rather pale skin, despite her frequent sun exposure, and large, round eyes that are a very soft shade of blue-gray. Her face is dramatically expressive and her lips are often twisted into a wickedly mischievous smirk. She has a nice face, as far as her lifestyle will allow. Not a traditional beauty by any means, but certainly a pretty girl. Clara will wear most anything, so long as it fits. Dresses, skirts, pants - although she is far more partial to the latter. She has thigh-high black boots, each of which tends to have a dagger stashed in it at all times, and a simple leather belt with a sword holster in which she keeps her most treasured item.
Personality Description
Clara always was a sharp girl. She has a well-developed sense of humor and quick wit and sarcasm often lace her voice. She is fairly well-tempered, for a pirate, if not a mite impatient at times. She is fiercely loyal to her accomplices, so if you make an acquaintance of her, you’ve likely got an ally for life. She was born to be an adventurer and loves nothing as much as the thrill of the open sea. The very first time her hand touched a blade, it was clear she was a natural for swordplay. On the other hand, she has tragically bad aim with any form of firearm. She is also a spectacularly good liar when she needs to be, so be wary.
History
On the island she grew up on, Clara was part of a very well-to-do family, and, although she loved her parents to a certain degree, often felt she was born into the wrong household. She led a very sheltered life as a young girl. From a very early age, though, she showed a great deal of interest in ships, the ocean, and - most notably - piracy. Her mother was dead-set against her daughter being taught about such things, and tried desperately to instruct her daughter to be a prim and proper young woman. Her father, however, who was a merchant and was around ships a good deal, was thrilled to teach his daughter about his career, despite his wife’s shrill and frequent protests.
When Clara was just about seventeen years old, she had been wandering around their little island community when a pirate ship came into their bay. They did not attack the town, but, as Clara walked by the local tavern, she passed a group of sailors from the strange ship, and overheard a bit of their conversation. She heard enough to understand that they were pirates. Without even considering her options, she ran for the docks, found the proper ship, and stowed away, awaiting the time when the ship would leave port. As expected, she was discovered within two days of shipping out. She did not get as warm a welcome as she had hoped for.
In return for her life, she promised to work on the ship until they reached their next destination. Reluctantly, the captain accepted her offer, but threateningly told her that if she were to make even the smallest of blunders, she’d be walking the plank within minutes of her mistake. She did as she was told and, inside of a month, had been all but promoted to first mate. As promised in their original agreement, she was dropped at their next destination - Tortuga. Since that time, she has joined the crews of several pirate ships, never staying aboard one for too long. She’s a good worker, and damn handy to have around.
Status
Pirate
Sample Post[as this charcter]
“I thought the cap’n said we was goin’ to Tortuga.”
“We are goin’ to Tortuga. We just ‘ad to stop here for supplies, see? Stupid glock...”
“Yeah, but why’d we ‘ave to stop here? This place is crawlin’ wif lawmen. I swear I can smell ‘em...”
“We’ll be back to the Banshee in no time. Just relax.”
I slowed my step, listening intently to the two men talking. They passed by, barely acknowledging me. They smelled absolutely horrid, and their clothing was in tatters, their faces streaked with dirt.
Pirates! I thought. My heart was already pounding, my eyes widening. This had to be my chance - how often were there pirates in town? I looked behind me and watched the two men turn around a corner. As soon as they were out of sight, I bolted. I had no idea I could run so quickly, let alone in a dress. My long, black tresses bounced against my back as I sprinted. I slid to an abrupt stop at the port, and began to walk hurriedly down the docks, seeking out the Banshee.
And there she was. She wasn’t anything special, that was for certain, but she was a ship nonetheless. A pirate ship. A real, mighty pirate ship. My eyes sparkled as they slowly ran over the length of it, taking in the sight. This was it. It had to be Providence. Now I just had to find a way to sneak aboard...
***
I could feel rough, calloused hands close around my wrists and within moments, I was dragged from my hiding spot and into the brilliant light of day. The sea shimmered in every direction, with no sign of land in sight. The miscreants were no doubt expecting me to be screaming, but I could only smile. I slid my wrists out of the grasp of the tall man that had grabbed me, and hurried to the railing to get a full view of the open ocean. I grinned from ear to ear as the crew called for their captain to inquire what was to be done with me.
((Wow. That came out pretty long. Hope it's okay. Oh! And - Parsley.))