Rickard "Ripper" Flint
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Roleplay posts: 77
Age: Surprising.
Physical Description: Standing at a hairs breadth under six feet tall, Ripper is a tall and slightly gaunt man. His face is angular and his bright green eyes narrow. His skin is a sickly pale grey and his body is made up of lean wiry muscle. He has long black hair that is usually quite messy.
Clothes and Equipment: Ripper is never scene without his long black coat. This often mended garment has innumerable little pockets that he uses to store a variety of things. Thread, needles, knives, rations, quills, ink, scalpels, and much, much more. Some of the pockets have even been water proofed just in case.
Besides the coat he also often wears a red bandanna to keep his hair tied back and bandages to cover his frequent wounds.
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Post by Rickard "Ripper" Flint on Jul 15, 2016 18:40:56 GMT -8
Ripper decided that he had done a good job. He'd made a fire, got some scrap lumber for building, and he'd been friendly and introduced himself. Flopping onto his back he says with a yawn.
"I'm going to sleep, if you have an injury you want fixed I'll do it tomorrow. Cause it clearly ain't life threatening."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2016 21:25:22 GMT -8
Laila made quick work of the wild pig, taking pieces of wood and setting up a makeshift spit to roast pieces of meat, and hanging up the skin to do the same. Then she settled in to watch over both Ripper and the fire and the food.. and the woman. She was hungry and tired but someone had to be vigilant.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2016 8:08:17 GMT -8
She did not go to sleep, herself, as she was chilled and her leg stiff. The young lady grabbed what was left of the barrel after sticking her bare feet into the damp boots, and began to tie fabric she ripped from that awful petticoat, feeling defiant because she knew the captain would be peeved seeing her trying to act less womanly. She braided several strand of the destroyed fabric until a rope was formed, and tied the other end to the hoop she'd originally tied that to. She dragged the half barrel toward the place where the bore was caught, and did not return until there were coconuts filling t he thing. She didn't complain as she struggled to drag it back to camp, dropped the rope and limped off to see if anything had washed ashore that could be of use.
Coconuts: oV5K0KNR25-75 Bottles of rum? 1-6 25-75·1-6
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Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2016 8:13:47 GMT -8
Continued:
She managed to find a few bottles of rum, grinning triumphantly that there were intact bottles at all. In good spirits, she set one bottle by the sleeping man, one next to the watchful woman, and flopped down on the sand with hers. She did not drink it, however, she pulled her boots off and, having gotten a few blisters, and some scratches... She soaked still more fabric in the stuff and began to treat her wounds. The bottle was corked after a swig to help numb the ache in her leg.
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Rickard "Ripper" Flint
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Age: Surprising.
Physical Description: Standing at a hairs breadth under six feet tall, Ripper is a tall and slightly gaunt man. His face is angular and his bright green eyes narrow. His skin is a sickly pale grey and his body is made up of lean wiry muscle. He has long black hair that is usually quite messy.
Clothes and Equipment: Ripper is never scene without his long black coat. This often mended garment has innumerable little pockets that he uses to store a variety of things. Thread, needles, knives, rations, quills, ink, scalpels, and much, much more. Some of the pockets have even been water proofed just in case.
Besides the coat he also often wears a red bandanna to keep his hair tied back and bandages to cover his frequent wounds.
Registered: Mar 22, 2016 16:11:36 GMT -8
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Post by Rickard "Ripper" Flint on Jul 16, 2016 10:04:22 GMT -8
Ripper snorts when the bottle of rum is place next to him. He cracks an eye and looks at the girl. Grumbling about his nap being interrupted he never the less gets up again. The girl is treating some blisters. He briefly thinks about taking her pain, but a few blisters could be lived with. Instead he uncorks the rum and raises it to the girl.
"Thank ye."
He takes a swig and looks at Laila.
"And thank ye for dinner I suppose."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2016 11:14:57 GMT -8
Laila watched the girl move about with a combination of amusement and curiosity. How had she ended up marooned, she wondered. But the redhead finally perked up when a bottle of rum was plunked down beside her. Immediately snatching it up, she popped the cork out and took a large swallow, then pulled it away with an appreciative sigh. Thumping the cork back into place, she settled in with a small, crooked smile, then glanced at Ripper when he spoke and shrugged.
"S'my job. But aye, thank ye, lassie." She tipped her head toward Gisselle.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2016 19:07:00 GMT -8
If he had ever offered to take her pain, she would have refused but thanked him. Not that she had any inkling. She rubbed at the old wound on her thigh, wearily nodding, murmuring, "Tres bien." By the way she wrapped her arms around her knees after, it was clear the lass would not sleep. She was also wondering how the other two ended up marooned... Odd coincidence that two ships went down the night of the storm, aye? She stared quietly into the fire, brow puckered as her thoughts turned to the wreck of The Silver Mermaid, wondering if she was the only one alive or what. Her gaze shifted to the shoreline and she sat up straighter, shot to her feet and went toward what looked to be a floating body.
She waded into the surf and started to yank at the sopping coat, dragging the obviously dead human to the sand. When she turned the figure over, she paled, it was Perry. Conflicting emotions hit. First there was mourning for her lover, then anger for his manipulations, and then relief because she was free. She slowly stood up and over him, backing away until she stumbled over a large stone, falling to her butt.
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Rickard "Ripper" Flint
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Age: Surprising.
Physical Description: Standing at a hairs breadth under six feet tall, Ripper is a tall and slightly gaunt man. His face is angular and his bright green eyes narrow. His skin is a sickly pale grey and his body is made up of lean wiry muscle. He has long black hair that is usually quite messy.
Clothes and Equipment: Ripper is never scene without his long black coat. This often mended garment has innumerable little pockets that he uses to store a variety of things. Thread, needles, knives, rations, quills, ink, scalpels, and much, much more. Some of the pockets have even been water proofed just in case.
Besides the coat he also often wears a red bandanna to keep his hair tied back and bandages to cover his frequent wounds.
Registered: Mar 22, 2016 16:11:36 GMT -8
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Post by Rickard "Ripper" Flint on Jul 16, 2016 19:40:43 GMT -8
Ripper watched as thr girl dredged the corpse from the waves. Giselle fell back on her ass which he laughed at. It wasn't a cruel laugh, but a grim one. He figures the girl thought it was a survivor and panicked when she found a corpse. Taking another swig he leans back down.
"Right, back to the important work of sleeping."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2016 20:19:05 GMT -8
Laila rolled her eyes at Ripper, but watched Gisselle closely. That had been more than just the reaction of someone expecting a survivor and finding a corpse.. that was the face of someone who saw the face of someone they'd known in life, who was now dead. She'd seen it more than once. She remained silent, but kept a close eye on the girl. Grief could do strange things to a person.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2016 20:36:19 GMT -8
After sitting there for several breaths, she crawled over to the dead one, curling up on her side and laying her hand on his chest, trailing her fingers upward to touch his still features. "So... I'm free now, oui?" She snorted as if he could hear her. Her cheek rested on his shoulder for a brief moment as she mourned for the wicked captain. She then stood, removed his overcoat and a few other personal things, and finally dragged his corpse away from the camp a ways so she could figure out what to do with the bastard.
When she returned to camp, she draped the clothing item near the fire to dry, flopped down, grabbed her rum and took a hearty swig, cold look in her eyes. "No longer a slave to my lover," she said with a grunt and humorless laugh. "Le bastard."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2016 21:25:20 GMT -8
Laila's brows shot up in surprise as the girl dropped onto the sand across the fire from her and spoke. Ahh, that explained it, then. The dead man had been her lover.. or her master? That sounded like a very sticky and uncomfortable situation. Still, she seemed... Well, honestly Laila wasn't sure. She'd never been good at judging other peoples' emotions. Lifting her own bottle of rum, she tilted it toward the other girl and spoke with a mirthless snort of a chuckle.
"Well den, 'ere's t'ye an' yer newfound freedom, lassie." With that toast offered, she took a pull on her rum, before corking it and setting it aside again.
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Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden
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Roleplay posts: 259
Age: 850
Physical Description: Neva's form is as fluid as the rivers she protects. Her usual form is approximately forty meters, armored with an incredibly thick, scaly hide. Her head is a armored as well, with long horns or fins, depending on whether she is moving through water or land. In her human form she tends to take the shape of a young, tanned, attractive woman, with long dark hair. Finally, she can take the form of any animal that spends the majority of its life in any watery area of the world.
Clothes and Equipment: In her human form, she is wearing thick leather armor of a similar substance to her dragon hide. The only weapons she wields are a pair of javelins and a long spear. The weapons are magical as she sees fit, variously imbuing them with her own magical powers.
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Post by Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden on Jul 17, 2016 5:13:59 GMT -8
Neva continued her watch through the night, noting with increasing interest just how resourceful this lot was proving to be. The woman's words drifted over to her, and even over the crashing of the waves Neva understood them. This woman was free now, which meant she had been a captive of whomever she had sailed with. Even if that was the ship she had destroyed, this woman was not responsible for those actions. They would be allowed to live.
She momentarily debated going to help them, but no, the sea does not give aid to those it maroons, it merely offers the opportunity to do so, as a test. A test of one's moral and physical resolve. And so she kept her watch.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 18, 2016 10:40:58 GMT -8
"Oui," she affirmed quietly, then took a second swig. There was a long silence from her, perhaps a good five minutes or so before she said, "I loved him, but he did not return love. Was stowing away on ship when he did good, honest trade, was found and they sell me... He wanted to keep but I say 'no' because he want me for lover... He like my spirit, so he steal me from who buy me, I kill one of his men and he made me pay for life... I stay because I have no family and no place to go. I know if I jump ship, he could put chains on me again, I did not want. I don'y know where to go now, I think they all die." She took another swig, wanting to swallow away the guilt for hating him even though she loved him. "I free but we here on island, nobody know but us." Another swig, she had a lot of rum in a short time and was starting to sound like it. "Now what?" It was the most she had even talked since their meeting.
When she was sufficiently tipsy, she corked the half filled bottle and put it down as gently as her shaking hands would allow her.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 18, 2016 11:36:14 GMT -8
Laila listened to the girl's explanation with an expression that was a mixture of sympathetic, angry, amused. She certainly did have some fight to her. That would serve her well in this situation. At the question of what she should do now, the pirate rolled her shoulder in a shrug and gestured absently toward the island's interior.
"We stay alive, try t'find a way off this island. S'all we can do."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2016 19:10:05 GMT -8
"Oui..." she said quietly and then curled up on her side. She didn't mean to, but she fell asleep right then, her small form exhausted.
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Well into the next day, she was just finished with the task of burying the dead man, somewhere in the forest, having dug with a stick. It needed to be done, the heat of the day wasn't helping and he was already stinking. She did not ask for help and did not expect it. When Gisselle returned to camp, it was with an empty bottle of rum and she was covered in dirt. She had poured some of the brew on the grave despite how the man ever treated her. The girl sat down and stared off.
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Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 259
Age: 850
Physical Description: Neva's form is as fluid as the rivers she protects. Her usual form is approximately forty meters, armored with an incredibly thick, scaly hide. Her head is a armored as well, with long horns or fins, depending on whether she is moving through water or land. In her human form she tends to take the shape of a young, tanned, attractive woman, with long dark hair. Finally, she can take the form of any animal that spends the majority of its life in any watery area of the world.
Clothes and Equipment: In her human form, she is wearing thick leather armor of a similar substance to her dragon hide. The only weapons she wields are a pair of javelins and a long spear. The weapons are magical as she sees fit, variously imbuing them with her own magical powers.
Registered: May 17, 2016 15:08:26 GMT -8
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Post by Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden on Jul 21, 2016 3:29:03 GMT -8
With at least two of the three people asleep, Neva crept onto the island in the form of a sea otter, skittering about their camp as she went through their stuff to make sure the other two were not members of the same ship. If sighted, she would perform a perfect imitation of sea otter behavior and glare at those who sighted her before scampering off.
The next morning would find Neva asleep in a small crevice nearby, and so her work would begin when the sun went up. She had followed Giselle into the woods to see who she was burying, and sat in the tree and watched her dig before quietly following her back to the camp site. These humans really were quite strange, respectfully burying those who had likely hated them.
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Rickard "Ripper" Flint
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Age: Surprising.
Physical Description: Standing at a hairs breadth under six feet tall, Ripper is a tall and slightly gaunt man. His face is angular and his bright green eyes narrow. His skin is a sickly pale grey and his body is made up of lean wiry muscle. He has long black hair that is usually quite messy.
Clothes and Equipment: Ripper is never scene without his long black coat. This often mended garment has innumerable little pockets that he uses to store a variety of things. Thread, needles, knives, rations, quills, ink, scalpels, and much, much more. Some of the pockets have even been water proofed just in case.
Besides the coat he also often wears a red bandanna to keep his hair tied back and bandages to cover his frequent wounds.
Registered: Mar 22, 2016 16:11:36 GMT -8
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Post by Rickard "Ripper" Flint on Jul 22, 2016 7:01:02 GMT -8
Ripper had woken shortly after the sun rose. Not by choice of course, but because the thing was right in his eyes. With a lot of swearing and grumbling he got up and found the stream Laila told him about. Then he ate some left over pig, before he got to work. His task for the day was to turn the salvage he'd fished out last night into a shelter. A task he accomplished with surprising skill, salvaging nails and using a rock as a hammer. He had to head into the surf to grab more wood several times, but by the time Gisselle returns he'd have three walls and a roof up. The room was big enough to house three bodies and maybe a fire.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 22, 2016 8:55:26 GMT -8
While those two were doing their own thing, Laila stripped down and left her clothes near the fire, then took off into the water, quickly assuming her wereshark form. Her intent was to swim out a bit and see if she could figure out what island they were on, and if that was unsuccessful, she'd do some hunting. She'd be gone all day.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2016 20:44:17 GMT -8
She had not known she was the object of quiet speculation, and after doing her deeds, she decided to clean herself up the best she could... She stripped down and washed herself in the forest, using sand to scrub clean. Tearing up what was left of her shift and petticoat, she created a makeshift, bikini-like affair, making sure her bits were good and covered before cleaning her clothes and tossing them over some rocks to dry. Then she shrugged on the coat she swiped from the captain, belting it with a strip of fabric. When she returned to camp again, she'd tend to the fire and cutting up some of the coconuts to drink from, cleaning the meat out of one or two and eating hungrily of that and some of the boar. She would take a few of the opened coconuts to the man, "Drink," she'd say.
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Rickard "Ripper" Flint
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Age: Surprising.
Physical Description: Standing at a hairs breadth under six feet tall, Ripper is a tall and slightly gaunt man. His face is angular and his bright green eyes narrow. His skin is a sickly pale grey and his body is made up of lean wiry muscle. He has long black hair that is usually quite messy.
Clothes and Equipment: Ripper is never scene without his long black coat. This often mended garment has innumerable little pockets that he uses to store a variety of things. Thread, needles, knives, rations, quills, ink, scalpels, and much, much more. Some of the pockets have even been water proofed just in case.
Besides the coat he also often wears a red bandanna to keep his hair tied back and bandages to cover his frequent wounds.
Registered: Mar 22, 2016 16:11:36 GMT -8
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Post by Rickard "Ripper" Flint on Jul 24, 2016 7:46:53 GMT -8
Ripper was trying to puzzle out how to make a door on the shack. He was just about to head into the surf to see if he could find some scrap with a hinge on it. This plan was interrupted by the girl, what was the name? Gisselle, that was it. Gisselle offering him a coconut to drink. He eyes the milk for a moment, then shrugs and tips it back. When he is finished he wipes his mouth.
"Thanks."
He covers his mouth yawning again and then wades out into the surf.
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