Gerald Neumann
Committed
Roleplay posts: 51
Age: 37
Physical Description: Stands at 5'11", lean and muscular with sinewy arms. Gerald has pale blue eyes, his reddish hair is kept short and keeps cleanly shaven when possible, with the exception of his side muttons chops. Gerald has no visible scars, two small gold ring piercings in his ears, and a few tattoos. Those being: A small nautical star for good luck on the right side of his chest, his initials in a decorative script on his right breast, a plain black anchor on his left forearm, a red and blue swallow on his right bicep, and a large depiction of a mermaid half out of water, long locks covering her bare chest, across his back.
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Clothes and Equipment: A dirty white and loose fitting blouse with red horizontal strips covered by a thin brown leather vest with red vertical strips. Brown gloves to keep his hands warm, but finger-less to enable more precision when tying knots. Trousers that are brown wool and stained by the salty sea, and thick black leather boots.
He carries a cutlass on his hip, a hatchet tucked in his trouser's waistband, and a dagger hidden in his right boot. His other miscellaneous equipment includes a basic compass, two water skins(one for holding liquor) and some personal items such as a deck of playing cards and ten dice.
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Registered: Mar 26, 2018 15:55:45 GMT -8
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Post by Gerald Neumann on Sept 9, 2018 17:38:38 GMT -8
The Hunt For Al Dorando
The interior of the Tyger was dark and silent, the sun had come and gone, and it swayed gently in the calm, nighttime waters. Gerald had been slumbering peacefully on his cot next to his new, beautiful, woman...if you could call her a woman. She was as much a kitten as she was human. She, too, was sleeping peacefully in the cot. However, an unsettling feeling of dread washed over Gerald and he soon startled awake, as if he had just experienced a nightmare. Perhaps he had. All he knew was he woke up with heavy breaths and a hurried heartbeat. Groggy, he picked at Kuroka’s arms and untangled himself from her grasp, swinging his legs from under hers and over the side of the cot, causing it to sway slightly. The movement didn’t seem to wake the kitten. He sighed tiredly and rubbed both his eyes with the palm of his hand, then peered through the darkness of the crew quarters. Everything was as it should be, cots filled with sleeping sailors and the rare sound of someone’s footsteps above decks. It was a calm night and the ship was crewed by the few night-crewman while the rest slept. Probably even the captain was asleep by this time. As dark as it seemed, it had to have been very late. Unfortunately, the feeling of dread never left Gerald, even now that he was awake. It was a familiar feeling of fear. One he had experienced some time ago. He knew the source, he just wanted it to have been a dream. Soon, a light mist spread through the crew quarters, slowly billowing over everything until Gerald’s line of sight was significantly reduced. He knew, then, that this was exactly what he feared most. “Well, well. I am surprised to find you alive, and well, Gerald Neumann,” came a smooth, sinister, voice from the mist. A dark silhouette stepped forward. It was tall, over six and a half feet tall, and seemingly had broad shoulders. As the being stepped closer, it became clear that those weren’t shoulders, but large wings tucked behind it’s back. Gerald had seen those wings once, unfurled they were several feet long and as awe-inspiring and beautiful as they were intimidating. Right now, they were merely wrapped around the figure like a dark charcoal cloak. His torso was bare, revealing a barreled and muscular chest and a strong trunk. A wide brow sash kept his trousers up, if one could call them that. They started at his waist like thick black fabric and gradually turned into dark tendrils of smoke like a long flowing skirt. On his hip was a large single-edged curved blade with a decoratively curved hilt wrapped in elegant black silk with gold inlay and a small gold pommel cap. The angel-like creature smiled as it watched Gerald’s face twist into one of shock and horror. For such a large, strong, being, its face had very soft features with an angular jaw and small narrow nose and high cheekbones. It was a feminine face, one that could potentially be called “pretty”, and his voice was soft, and smooth, like the silk of his clothing. Yet there was always an underlying maliciousness to it. “I did not expect you to have survived the wreck of The Panther, but I am glad to have found you, my old friend,” he continued with a friendly smile. If Gerald hadn’t known him better, he would have thought it was a sincere one.
A sudden realization washed over Gerald as he listened to the words of the being. “Azazel, you bastard!” He hollered, his fear being replaced with rage and hate. He quickly stood up from the cot and took a step towards Azazel, as if he was about to pounce on him in a street fight.
Azazel had other plans, and reached forward lazily and poked Gerald right in the chest with his long and slender forefinger. Pain erupted in the area that was touched and quickly spread throughout Gerald's torso. A burning ache like his heart had caught fire. He screamed in agony and fell back down on the cot, clutching his chest and hyperventilating as he tried to fight it. As quick as it had begun, the pain subsided and Gerald was silent as he caught his breath.
“You have been marked for a second time, Gerald Neumann,” Azazel said calmly, but also cruelly. His smile was now gone and had been replaced with a frown. A mixture of both irritation and boredom. “You know what happens to my servants that are marked for a sixth time.”
Gerald clawed at his tunic and pulled the collar down to examine his bare chest. Next and slightly under one just like it, was a small, perfectly round, black dot. It could easily have been mistaken for a tattoo, but for anyone who experienced it and where it came from, they knew better. They were those that had signed a contract with the being known as Azazel, and if they didn’t fulfill their side of the contract in a timely matter, were repeatedly marked until the being removed them from the Overworld and brought them to his realm, where they’d serve him for an eternity as his slave. Not a fate Gerald wanted for sure, but he was blinded by lust and greed at the time he signed the contract, some two months ago. He was marked then, and he remembered it being painless. Azazel made this second-time hurt intentionally, probably because Gerald had been belligerent.
He stared down the creature with eyes of pure hatred, wishing he had the strength to strike the thing down.
“In one month, I shall return. Please do have made some progress by then, else I’ll sink this ship too and mark that pet of yours.” With that said, Azazel made to move.
“W-wait,” Gerald croaked, his throat suddenly dry. “If I let you mark her,” he began, gesturing to Kuroka laying by his side. “Promise you won't interfere with my quest again.” Gerald immediately felt shame for his suggestion. He was a scoundrel, he knew it, and that made it a little easier to swallow his guilt. If all went to plan, they’d accomplish their quest within the month and Kuroka wouldn’t have a thing in the world to worry about. Yeah, that sounds about right. Done in a month.
“Let me? Gerald, you would have no way of stopping me. But, I am in a good mood today after finding out my old friend is alive, and you offering up your pet amuses me greatly. Very well.” The fact that Gerald really didn’t have a right to sacrifice Kuroka’s soul to Azazel didn’t seem to phase the being, who, in a flash of movement, was on top of them, pinning Gerald down with the palm of its hand while the other prodded Kuroka’s upper chest with his finger. Marking her as he did Gerald...and then again, giving her a second mark. She now had the same “tattoos” as Gerald. “...and a second mark for a hint,” Azazel added with a cruel smirk, his eyes shining with malice. “Congratulations, her fate is not intertwined with yours.” He let out a hearty laugh then. “I hope you are proud of yourself.”
“You fuckin’ bastar-” Gerald began, but was soon interrupted by Azazel before he could finish his exclamation.
“The City is south-west of Rondon. Good luck, Gerald Neuman. The seas are violent even without my intervention.” The creature then climbed off the duo and made to leave.
“W-wait! That's too vague, I need more, especially at the cost of a mark!” Gerald sat up once again. He was panicking. He had cost Kuroka two marks for almost little in return.
Azazel shrugged indifferently, obviously bored now. “One hint, one mark. Just rest assured in the fact you know the City is real with a certainty now no one else in the Overworld has but you. Ta ta.” And with that, a poof of black smoke, dark as the void, erupted from beneath the creature and, in an instant, Azazel was gone from the ship. Without its source, the mist quickly dispersed into nothingness and everything was, eventually, back to normal.
Gerald fell back into the cot, overly conscious of the sleeping form next to him, and tried to keep skin contact to a minimum. He was feeling guilty for what he had done, for what he may have condemned Kuroka too, and struggled to sleep for the rest of the night.
Come morning, Gerald wasn’t exactly avoiding Kuroka. He merely made sure he was out of bed and above decks before she woke, and at the helm by the Captain, instead of up in the crows nest with her. He feared what her reaction may be when she realizes she woke up with two new “tattoos” she hadn’t fallen asleep with. Sure, there were no mirrors on board, as far as Gerald knew, and changing clothes, for her, wasn’t much of an option with sex-starved sailors on board. But that kimono she wore had somewhat of a low V and all it’d take was her to look down at her ample bosom and see the marks on her chest.
It was a beautiful spring morning with the early morning sun casting a lovely and warm orange glow over the water; its reflection rippling gently in the calm waves of the light blue water. Gerald had made sure they were going at a south-east course.
With the war between Rondon and Zephyr seemingly at an unofficial ceasefire, privateers like them weren’t making much in the way of money and Gerald was able to convince Captain Walworth to strike out on their own for a bit. At least until the war inevitably started back up.
“So, Cap’n,” Gerald began, leaning lazily on the wheel, having locked it into place while the sea was calm and the winds steady. “What do you know about the legend of Al Dorando?”
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Henry Walworth
Committed
Roleplay posts: 69
Age: 34
Physical Description: If one were to tell you Henry was a pirate, you would believe that person almost immediately. Something about his tall bearing, the gruffness of voice, the gray hairs starting to penetrate his usually copper mane and well kept beard and mustache, not to mention the scars that crease his face, all scream rogue.
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Clothes and Equipment: Henry usually wears a tan luxurious silken robe and brown breeches, with a white shirt underneath, all secured with a crimson red sash and a brown leather belt. His two handed saber rests in its scabbard attached to his belt, along with his long, thin dagger. When on land and in battle, he wears his brown leather boots, but while at sea, he prefers to be barefoot to grip onto the slippery deck better.
For battle, he wears a blackened burgonet to protect his head, and a blackened cuirass to protect his torso. He also dons leather gloves, with large steel studs sowed onto the knuckles.
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Registered: Mar 25, 2018 18:46:43 GMT -8
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Post by Henry Walworth on Sept 9, 2018 20:20:47 GMT -8
Henry Walworth was actually awake at that hour, though he wished he was otherwise. He had been sitting at his desk in his cramped quarters, trying to plot a course for richer opportunities than sitting on his hands in the harbor of Rondon. He was plotting and calculating with a ledger and a compass with a map of the known world in front of him. He was considering on any news of war he had heard in the lands, but nothing was coming to mind for a privateer. Finally, he had turned in to his hammock, softly strumming his mandolin in thought as he swayed with the gentle rocking of the ship.
Morning found Walworth directing the rather lazy crew on the finer points of scraping down the ship. Discipline had been lax during their time at port, and he had been forced to already prove one example for disobedience at the end of a cat-o-nine-tails. This sitting in port was doing no one any good.
He was leaning on the banister facing the main deck when Gerald talked, disturbing him from his thoughts. Not that those thoughts were any good, mainly trying to find a way to perhaps kidnap a princess, and whether to ransom said princess or to keep her for a bed warmer. Turning to look over his shoulder, he answered Gerald, "Me, and every other mariner that plies these waters. Only the fool ones go after it." But maybe he was fool enough?
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Kuroka
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 34
Physical Description:
Kuroka stands at 5'3" and weighs 105lbs. The most striking feature, atop her head, is two prominent cat-like ears. If one looks upon her long, they'd find two-three foot cat-like tails jutting from beneath her kimono.
Her black hair curtains her face, and goes down past her shoulders, to about the middle of her back. Her eyes are a yellow, with slit pupils, much like a cat.
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Clothes and Equipment:
Aside from her black kimono, yellow obi, and the golden beads that wrap around her hips, and a simple canvas bag that holds her belongings, there is not much she has on her.
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Player's online availability : Fridays, Weekends
Registered: Jun 19, 2018 14:17:05 GMT -8
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Post by Kuroka on Sept 10, 2018 13:45:02 GMT -8
When Kuroka did eventually awake, she found herself alone, which was almost never the case. Her ears remained downcast as she made her way onto the upper deck. Not thinking of checking the helm, she quickly scampered up the mast, past the working crewmen. When she did enter the crow's nest, she found herself the only one there, her mood turning to sorrow. Lying across the planks that made up the floor of the nest, she scanned the decks for her pirate.
Gerald must be doing this on purpose. Kuroka thought to herself, her tails halting their whisking in the wind. Instead, they came to rest on the planks. She groaned, rolling onto her back, to stare up at the sky. Wherever he is, it better be worth it.
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Gerald Neumann
Committed
Roleplay posts: 51
Age: 37
Physical Description: Stands at 5'11", lean and muscular with sinewy arms. Gerald has pale blue eyes, his reddish hair is kept short and keeps cleanly shaven when possible, with the exception of his side muttons chops. Gerald has no visible scars, two small gold ring piercings in his ears, and a few tattoos. Those being: A small nautical star for good luck on the right side of his chest, his initials in a decorative script on his right breast, a plain black anchor on his left forearm, a red and blue swallow on his right bicep, and a large depiction of a mermaid half out of water, long locks covering her bare chest, across his back.
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Clothes and Equipment: A dirty white and loose fitting blouse with red horizontal strips covered by a thin brown leather vest with red vertical strips. Brown gloves to keep his hands warm, but finger-less to enable more precision when tying knots. Trousers that are brown wool and stained by the salty sea, and thick black leather boots.
He carries a cutlass on his hip, a hatchet tucked in his trouser's waistband, and a dagger hidden in his right boot. His other miscellaneous equipment includes a basic compass, two water skins(one for holding liquor) and some personal items such as a deck of playing cards and ten dice.
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Registered: Mar 26, 2018 15:55:45 GMT -8
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Post by Gerald Neumann on Sept 12, 2018 17:41:09 GMT -8
Gerald frowned at Walworth's response. He didn't really answer the question, but perhaps it was enough knowing the captain knew of the legend. Gerald did notice the Captain's thoughtful expression afterward, and perhaps thought the man would be more receptive of his suggestion than he had originally thought. Either way, Gerald has some evidence of the City's existence if the man needed some extra persuasion. Hopefully, it wouldn't come to that, however, for Gerald would rather it be kept secret.
"Well, cap'n," Gerald began, letting go of the wheel now that it was locked into place. With the calm winds and waves, he was unconcerned with steering. "What if I told ye that the City was real, and that all we need to do to reach it is maintain this southeastern course?" While speaking, Gerald caught site of Kuroka climbing the netting up into the crows-nest. Her speed and finesse at climbing had always astounded him. He hadn't known her long, perhaps he just wasn't used to it yet. Yet again, he felt a pang of guilt. At not only what he did last night, but also not being there for her when she woke. He'd do right by her one day, to make amends...
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Henry Walworth
Committed
Roleplay posts: 69
Age: 34
Physical Description: If one were to tell you Henry was a pirate, you would believe that person almost immediately. Something about his tall bearing, the gruffness of voice, the gray hairs starting to penetrate his usually copper mane and well kept beard and mustache, not to mention the scars that crease his face, all scream rogue.
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Clothes and Equipment: Henry usually wears a tan luxurious silken robe and brown breeches, with a white shirt underneath, all secured with a crimson red sash and a brown leather belt. His two handed saber rests in its scabbard attached to his belt, along with his long, thin dagger. When on land and in battle, he wears his brown leather boots, but while at sea, he prefers to be barefoot to grip onto the slippery deck better.
For battle, he wears a blackened burgonet to protect his head, and a blackened cuirass to protect his torso. He also dons leather gloves, with large steel studs sowed onto the knuckles.
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Registered: Mar 25, 2018 18:46:43 GMT -8
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Post by Henry Walworth on Sept 12, 2018 18:15:52 GMT -8
Walworth watched Kuroka climb up the mast as well, though it was to actually watch the act itself and not to stare. He was not quite used to someone not using the rigging to reach the crows nest, and silently wondered how in the hells the cat woman managed to do it. Whatever the reason, he was going to have to check to make sure there were no claw marks in the mast, otherwise it might weaken its integrity.
He turned back to listening to Gerald, restraining himself from shaking his head out of disbelief. It wouldn't be the first time some person had requested the use of The Tyger to hunt for the lost city of gold, or for some other of a dozen related cities that supposedly populated the world. Usually though, he kept them a barge pole's length away from his ship, and they weren't his first mate.
"Mister Neumann," he answered as he straightened up, "I would have to question if you had broken into the rum stores if you expected me to believe. And what exactly sets this city of Al Dorando apart from the multiple others I've heard of? And how do I know if you haven't gone sun mad?"
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Minx
Committed
Roleplay posts: 52
Age: 23
Physical Description: Minx stands at a minuscule 5'2" and is commonly described as a slip of a human being. With her size and stature it's quite easy for her to slip in and out of places- often resulting in some interesting compromising positions. Her silverly white hair is often to be seen in a disheveled mess constantly falling into her clear blue eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Whatever brought in the most customers to the tavern is typically what Minx would find herself wearing. Which usually consisted of a blouse hemmed short and cut in a a way that left very little to the imagination. She prefers trousers, merely because they were easier to move in and safer when surrounded by wandering hands. For that though, she also has a dagger, her father left behind for her. That and her mother's silver choker and crystal blue earrings are her most prized possessions.
Player's online availability : Whenever I'm awake! ^-^
Registered: Sept 9, 2018 21:33:45 GMT -8
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Post by Minx on Sept 12, 2018 21:41:45 GMT -8
Minx let out a softly sigh of contentment as she finally began to return to the world of conscious beings. What a wonderful nap that was. She mused to herself as a yawn fought it's way to the surface and she shimmied about in her warm little spot. Bringing her arms up to rub her eyes free from sleep, she smiled as she took in her darkened surroundings, some light rays filtering through the cracks between the wooden planks.
Once again she had no doubt bested all the children in the vicinity at their game of hide and go seek. No one would ever think to check the oversized barrels by the docks. No, only she was smart enough to recognize the perfect hiding spot on sight! She breathed in deeply before exhaling, a bright grin on her face as she got her feet under her.
Matron, the owner of the tavern and the woman who looked after her, would no doubt be testy that she had stayed out all night playing a children's game. And it was about time for her to help her set up for the day. With that in mind, Minx placed her hands on the wooden top of the barrel and pushed up, stretching as far as her diminutive form would allow, eyes screwed shut for a moment as she adjusted to the sunlight.
Clean air, bright warm sun, busy chattering all around accompanied by the heavy trod of footsteps on the wooden dock. "Goodness, what a beautiful morn-"
Minx stilled and stopped mid-sentence as soon as her eyes opened and adjusted to see her surroundings.
This... was not... where she got into the barrel.
It appeared she was on... a ship?
Minx turned to her left, blinking at one of the men who stopped and froze at the random appearance of a woman board, then proceeded to turn to her right finding much the same sight awaiting her. She looked forward towards the stern where two men appeared to be chatting by the wheel, blinking her bright blues that were swimming with a sea of confusion-once-twice-three times before she finally spoke again.
"...This... is not where I got in..." She observed softly after a moment of contemplation before she slowly sank back into the barrel, affixing the lid as she went. "...Back in I go."
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Henry Walworth
Committed
Roleplay posts: 69
Age: 34
Physical Description: If one were to tell you Henry was a pirate, you would believe that person almost immediately. Something about his tall bearing, the gruffness of voice, the gray hairs starting to penetrate his usually copper mane and well kept beard and mustache, not to mention the scars that crease his face, all scream rogue.
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Clothes and Equipment: Henry usually wears a tan luxurious silken robe and brown breeches, with a white shirt underneath, all secured with a crimson red sash and a brown leather belt. His two handed saber rests in its scabbard attached to his belt, along with his long, thin dagger. When on land and in battle, he wears his brown leather boots, but while at sea, he prefers to be barefoot to grip onto the slippery deck better.
For battle, he wears a blackened burgonet to protect his head, and a blackened cuirass to protect his torso. He also dons leather gloves, with large steel studs sowed onto the knuckles.
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Registered: Mar 25, 2018 18:46:43 GMT -8
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Post by Henry Walworth on Sept 13, 2018 10:17:31 GMT -8
The two sailors stopped in their motions for several seconds, not quite sure if they had seen an apparition or a mermaid, she seemed almost magical with her luxurious white hair and sparkling blue eyes... until the apparition went back in the barrel. Then they knew they were just dealing with a stowaway. With a nod to each other, they hoisted the barrel between them, and carried it up to the stern.
Walworth was already bordering on the realm of having very little patience due to the lack of sleep and now his first mate talking gibberish, so when he was approached by the sailors with a barrel, he turned and growled at them, “There better be either diamonds, gold, or a princess in there if you’re going to disturb me now sailors.”
The sailors were unperturbed that the barrel held neither, but turned it upside down to pour out the petite girl, “We caught ourselves a stowaway Captain.”
Walworth hadn’t expected that at least one of the things on his list came true... if only partly. The girl certainly wasn’t a princess that he was aware of, but she was close enough. Still with a growl in his voice, he asked the sailors, “And does absolutely nobody on this ship inspects barrels? And you,” he looked down to the girl, “What in the hells are you doing on my ship?”
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Minx
Committed
Roleplay posts: 52
Age: 23
Physical Description: Minx stands at a minuscule 5'2" and is commonly described as a slip of a human being. With her size and stature it's quite easy for her to slip in and out of places- often resulting in some interesting compromising positions. Her silverly white hair is often to be seen in a disheveled mess constantly falling into her clear blue eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Whatever brought in the most customers to the tavern is typically what Minx would find herself wearing. Which usually consisted of a blouse hemmed short and cut in a a way that left very little to the imagination. She prefers trousers, merely because they were easier to move in and safer when surrounded by wandering hands. For that though, she also has a dagger, her father left behind for her. That and her mother's silver choker and crystal blue earrings are her most prized possessions.
Player's online availability : Whenever I'm awake! ^-^
Registered: Sept 9, 2018 21:33:45 GMT -8
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Post by Minx on Sept 13, 2018 14:18:02 GMT -8
Minx had tumbled out of the barrel and she still had her grip on the lid of the barrel. It was rather comical as she slid out on her back until the wooden lid bumped into Henry’s shoes.
She blinked up at him and her lips curved into a small ‘o’ at the rugged stranger. She pulled up her arms to rest the wooden circle on her chest almost like a shield.
“Oh. Well… I’m not quite sure. I have a sneaking suspicion that, that barrel may be enchanted. But I’m afraid it might only go one way.” She pursed her lips, seeming to seriously consider this. She looked up at him after a moment of deep thought. “Well, I’m sorry. Would you mind pointing me in the direction of my home?” She asked, blinking up at him innocently.
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Henry Walworth
Committed
Roleplay posts: 69
Age: 34
Physical Description: If one were to tell you Henry was a pirate, you would believe that person almost immediately. Something about his tall bearing, the gruffness of voice, the gray hairs starting to penetrate his usually copper mane and well kept beard and mustache, not to mention the scars that crease his face, all scream rogue.
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Clothes and Equipment: Henry usually wears a tan luxurious silken robe and brown breeches, with a white shirt underneath, all secured with a crimson red sash and a brown leather belt. His two handed saber rests in its scabbard attached to his belt, along with his long, thin dagger. When on land and in battle, he wears his brown leather boots, but while at sea, he prefers to be barefoot to grip onto the slippery deck better.
For battle, he wears a blackened burgonet to protect his head, and a blackened cuirass to protect his torso. He also dons leather gloves, with large steel studs sowed onto the knuckles.
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Registered: Mar 25, 2018 18:46:43 GMT -8
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Post by Henry Walworth on Sept 13, 2018 14:48:33 GMT -8
Without a word from Walworth, the sailors looked into the barrel to verify if it was magical or not. An enchanted barrel might've been worth something, but alas for them as they knocked on the inside, it was just an ordinary wooden barrel. They shook their heads when they looked back to Henry, "She definitely sneaked in on the barrel, there's no portal in here," and walked back the stairs with the barrel still held between them.
Henry turned back to the girl at his feet, resting his clenched fists on his scarlet sash as he studied her. She seemed harmless enough, though that could be a trick she was pulling, especially since she had managed to stay in a barrel for at least part of one day and a full night. He spotted the dagger in her boot, and to deter her from thinking she could pull it, he pulled out his own, idly throwing it end over end and catching it by the flat of the blade, before chucking it into the deck next to her boot.
It landed less than a finger's width from the hilt of her dagger, and as it vibrated in the deck, he answered her, "You're home is that way," he nodded towards the northwest, "And we aren't going back. No tell me, who are you, and how can you make yourself useful?" He left the implied threat of what would happen if she didn't comply vibrating in the deck next to her.
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Gerald Neumann
Committed
Roleplay posts: 51
Age: 37
Physical Description: Stands at 5'11", lean and muscular with sinewy arms. Gerald has pale blue eyes, his reddish hair is kept short and keeps cleanly shaven when possible, with the exception of his side muttons chops. Gerald has no visible scars, two small gold ring piercings in his ears, and a few tattoos. Those being: A small nautical star for good luck on the right side of his chest, his initials in a decorative script on his right breast, a plain black anchor on his left forearm, a red and blue swallow on his right bicep, and a large depiction of a mermaid half out of water, long locks covering her bare chest, across his back.
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Clothes and Equipment: A dirty white and loose fitting blouse with red horizontal strips covered by a thin brown leather vest with red vertical strips. Brown gloves to keep his hands warm, but finger-less to enable more precision when tying knots. Trousers that are brown wool and stained by the salty sea, and thick black leather boots.
He carries a cutlass on his hip, a hatchet tucked in his trouser's waistband, and a dagger hidden in his right boot. His other miscellaneous equipment includes a basic compass, two water skins(one for holding liquor) and some personal items such as a deck of playing cards and ten dice.
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Registered: Mar 26, 2018 15:55:45 GMT -8
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Post by Gerald Neumann on Sept 13, 2018 15:05:06 GMT -8
Gerald couldn't help but frown. With the distraction, he and his suggestion were forgotten...at least, momentarily. No matter, he wasn't swaying the captain over with just words. He did wonder, however, if the stowaway had any connection with Azazel. A spy, perhaps? Gerald certainly wouldn't put it past the mongrel. Agrees to not to interfere, so instead sends a pair of eyes to watch them. The demon would've been better off sending a sailor, however, rather than what appeared to be a ditzy woman. Whatever the case, Gerald would be sure to keep a close eye on her. Maybe he could see if she, too, was marked. Maybe not. It was always harder to get a peek at a woman's chest than a man's. Maybe Azazel knew that and planned it as such. Hmph.
Sighing, Gerald got the attention of one of the crew and instructed him to take over the wheel, maintaining their southeastern course, and walked to the main mast. While there was a commotion, he better go talk with Kuroka. It would be awkward tonight in bed if he just ignored her all day. Afterward, he'd go fetch his evidence for the captain, after things settle down.
It took a minute to climb up the rigging, and he noticed the kitten lying on her back staring up at the sky. It amazed him how one could be so calm to just lie up on the crows nest like that. Any large wave could cause her to lose balance and roll off...well, if she were human, of course. He wasn't uncomfortable with heights, but he knew the dangers and wouldn't tempt fate lest there was a reward in it...and he reckoned there was in this case.
"So, watcha lookin' at, pretty girl?" he asked Kuroka, propping his elbows up on the crows-nest with just his head peeking over the rim, not too far from her face.
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Minx
Committed
Roleplay posts: 52
Age: 23
Physical Description: Minx stands at a minuscule 5'2" and is commonly described as a slip of a human being. With her size and stature it's quite easy for her to slip in and out of places- often resulting in some interesting compromising positions. Her silverly white hair is often to be seen in a disheveled mess constantly falling into her clear blue eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Whatever brought in the most customers to the tavern is typically what Minx would find herself wearing. Which usually consisted of a blouse hemmed short and cut in a a way that left very little to the imagination. She prefers trousers, merely because they were easier to move in and safer when surrounded by wandering hands. For that though, she also has a dagger, her father left behind for her. That and her mother's silver choker and crystal blue earrings are her most prized possessions.
Player's online availability : Whenever I'm awake! ^-^
Registered: Sept 9, 2018 21:33:45 GMT -8
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Post by Minx on Sept 13, 2018 15:21:20 GMT -8
Minx blinked before she gave a grimace and sat up. She didn’t even seem disturbed by his threat as she leaned over and pulled the knife from the planks.
“You ought to be careful silly! You know, sharp things are sharp! You can’t just drop them willy nilly. You could drop it on your foot. Or someone else’s….” Her eyes slid away as she cleared her throat guiltily. After a moment though, she perked up again and carefully wedged the hilt back into Henry’s hand, patting it before smiling up at him widely.
“But anyway! Matron calls me Minx! I don’t have any other name cause Mama died bringing me to Matron! Matron says I’m as useful as a candlestick in a blizzard though!” She said somehow proud of that declaration, still grinning at him. “She doesn’t let me help cook that much, but I’m good at bringin’ people food and cleanin’! Oh! And hidin’ and fittin’ into tight spots. I’m the best at hide and go seek! No one ever finds me!” She went on to tell him animatedly.
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Henry Walworth
Committed
Roleplay posts: 69
Age: 34
Physical Description: If one were to tell you Henry was a pirate, you would believe that person almost immediately. Something about his tall bearing, the gruffness of voice, the gray hairs starting to penetrate his usually copper mane and well kept beard and mustache, not to mention the scars that crease his face, all scream rogue.
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Clothes and Equipment: Henry usually wears a tan luxurious silken robe and brown breeches, with a white shirt underneath, all secured with a crimson red sash and a brown leather belt. His two handed saber rests in its scabbard attached to his belt, along with his long, thin dagger. When on land and in battle, he wears his brown leather boots, but while at sea, he prefers to be barefoot to grip onto the slippery deck better.
For battle, he wears a blackened burgonet to protect his head, and a blackened cuirass to protect his torso. He also dons leather gloves, with large steel studs sowed onto the knuckles.
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Registered: Mar 25, 2018 18:46:43 GMT -8
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Post by Henry Walworth on Sept 13, 2018 15:34:14 GMT -8
Henry's face went as blank as his mind when Minx didn't acknowledge his threat... nothing like that had ever happened to him before. It felt somewhat humiliating, as if he were losing his edge, and one couldn't afford to do that in his line of business. He couldn't tell if she was putting on a brave act or if she was really that slow witted to not understand his jist.
Finally, he decided on the slow witted theory as she went on and on about banal things. He frankly didn't care about her matron, her mother, or a gods damned blizzard unless they were in one. However, his ears did prick up when she mentioned she was good at wiggling into tight areas, something he could use on his crew. Never knew when you could use someone small.
"Well, that means you're going to be my serving wench for your time on this ship," he informed her frankly, his tone letting her know he would brook no arguments on the matter. He stood up, and shouted to the working crew below, "No one's to lay a finger on her, on pain of fifty lashes! Ones I will deliver personally!" He was infamous on the crew for showing no mercy when he was using the cat-o'-nine-tails.
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Kuroka
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 34
Physical Description:
Kuroka stands at 5'3" and weighs 105lbs. The most striking feature, atop her head, is two prominent cat-like ears. If one looks upon her long, they'd find two-three foot cat-like tails jutting from beneath her kimono.
Her black hair curtains her face, and goes down past her shoulders, to about the middle of her back. Her eyes are a yellow, with slit pupils, much like a cat.
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Clothes and Equipment:
Aside from her black kimono, yellow obi, and the golden beads that wrap around her hips, and a simple canvas bag that holds her belongings, there is not much she has on her.
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Player's online availability : Fridays, Weekends
Registered: Jun 19, 2018 14:17:05 GMT -8
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Post by Kuroka on Sept 13, 2018 15:42:15 GMT -8
Kuroka was busy daydreaming, looking to the sky wistfully. Her tails began their whisking again, moving to and fro, and the slightest hint of a smile graced her lips. Her hands were busy holding her kimono together, fingers idly tapping against each other, knowing that her pirate would be here soon.
When he did arrive, she had nearly lulled herself to sleep. Her lids grew heavy, and her tails had gotten slower in their movements. But his voice perked her up, ears, for the first time that day, perking up as well.
"Wondering why she didn't wake up next to her pirate." Her finger went to his face, claw-like nail tracing a path down his jawline, to his jaw, where it fell back to the planks.
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Minx
Committed
Roleplay posts: 52
Age: 23
Physical Description: Minx stands at a minuscule 5'2" and is commonly described as a slip of a human being. With her size and stature it's quite easy for her to slip in and out of places- often resulting in some interesting compromising positions. Her silverly white hair is often to be seen in a disheveled mess constantly falling into her clear blue eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Whatever brought in the most customers to the tavern is typically what Minx would find herself wearing. Which usually consisted of a blouse hemmed short and cut in a a way that left very little to the imagination. She prefers trousers, merely because they were easier to move in and safer when surrounded by wandering hands. For that though, she also has a dagger, her father left behind for her. That and her mother's silver choker and crystal blue earrings are her most prized possessions.
Player's online availability : Whenever I'm awake! ^-^
Registered: Sept 9, 2018 21:33:45 GMT -8
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Post by Minx on Sept 13, 2018 17:15:25 GMT -8
“M’kay!” Minx said as she did a half pivot and spring back to her feet, stretching out happily. All her bones let out a relieved pop at the relief in pressure.
She turned to grin up at Henry and gave him a salute. “Sounds like fun cap’n! You can count on me. Matron won’t miss me for a little while. Happy to help out while I’m stuck here.” She relaxed her arm then as she looked at the rest of the crew, clearly buzzing with excitement for some reason at the prospect of this new task.
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Henry Walworth
Committed
Roleplay posts: 69
Age: 34
Physical Description: If one were to tell you Henry was a pirate, you would believe that person almost immediately. Something about his tall bearing, the gruffness of voice, the gray hairs starting to penetrate his usually copper mane and well kept beard and mustache, not to mention the scars that crease his face, all scream rogue.
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Clothes and Equipment: Henry usually wears a tan luxurious silken robe and brown breeches, with a white shirt underneath, all secured with a crimson red sash and a brown leather belt. His two handed saber rests in its scabbard attached to his belt, along with his long, thin dagger. When on land and in battle, he wears his brown leather boots, but while at sea, he prefers to be barefoot to grip onto the slippery deck better.
For battle, he wears a blackened burgonet to protect his head, and a blackened cuirass to protect his torso. He also dons leather gloves, with large steel studs sowed onto the knuckles.
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Registered: Mar 25, 2018 18:46:43 GMT -8
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Post by Henry Walworth on Sept 13, 2018 20:06:31 GMT -8
Henry shook his head at Minx's enthusiasm. She was the only person he had met that would be pleased to be serving a privateer captain who was between letters of marque. Usually people kept a wide berth of such Captains in those because they grew more irritable than a bear woken up during hibernation.
"Run belowdecks to the cook and make yourself known to Brad, the cook. And grab a cup of tea and bring it to my quarters," he gave her her first orders, expecting them to be simple enough even for her. With that, he ignored her salute and walked down the stairs and entered his quarters.
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Minx
Committed
Roleplay posts: 52
Age: 23
Physical Description: Minx stands at a minuscule 5'2" and is commonly described as a slip of a human being. With her size and stature it's quite easy for her to slip in and out of places- often resulting in some interesting compromising positions. Her silverly white hair is often to be seen in a disheveled mess constantly falling into her clear blue eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Whatever brought in the most customers to the tavern is typically what Minx would find herself wearing. Which usually consisted of a blouse hemmed short and cut in a a way that left very little to the imagination. She prefers trousers, merely because they were easier to move in and safer when surrounded by wandering hands. For that though, she also has a dagger, her father left behind for her. That and her mother's silver choker and crystal blue earrings are her most prized possessions.
Player's online availability : Whenever I'm awake! ^-^
Registered: Sept 9, 2018 21:33:45 GMT -8
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Post by Minx on Sept 13, 2018 20:40:02 GMT -8
Minx flicked her arm out with a determined nod. "Run belowdeck and find Brad, get tea. Got it!" She repeated to herself before off she went at full tilt across the deck. She ran around in circles around the deck for a while until someone was nice enough- or rather annoyed enough- to point her towards the stairs in the middle of the deck. She thanked the man who was already walking away before she disappeared below deck, only stumbling on the stairs twice as she entered the bowels of the ship, muttering to herself about finding 'Mr.Brad'.
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Henry Walworth
Committed
Roleplay posts: 69
Age: 34
Physical Description: If one were to tell you Henry was a pirate, you would believe that person almost immediately. Something about his tall bearing, the gruffness of voice, the gray hairs starting to penetrate his usually copper mane and well kept beard and mustache, not to mention the scars that crease his face, all scream rogue.
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Clothes and Equipment: Henry usually wears a tan luxurious silken robe and brown breeches, with a white shirt underneath, all secured with a crimson red sash and a brown leather belt. His two handed saber rests in its scabbard attached to his belt, along with his long, thin dagger. When on land and in battle, he wears his brown leather boots, but while at sea, he prefers to be barefoot to grip onto the slippery deck better.
For battle, he wears a blackened burgonet to protect his head, and a blackened cuirass to protect his torso. He also dons leather gloves, with large steel studs sowed onto the knuckles.
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Registered: Mar 25, 2018 18:46:43 GMT -8
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Post by Henry Walworth on Sept 13, 2018 20:57:20 GMT -8
Brad the cook was where you could expect to find a cook, in the galley, working on the crew’s supper. As he was pressing his knife onto a piece of garlic, he was talking to his assistant that was obscured in the shadows, “Well you see Vinny, when you crush the garlic it creates this thing called allicin, which is like a two part epoxy...” Brad trailed off to look where Vinny had turned his gaze towards.
Spying the rather fetching young lady, he shouted over to her, his voice filled with warmth, “Well hello, you lost there little lady? Quite literally little... Vincenzo, it isn’t polite to laugh.”
No sound could be heard from Vinny, and one couldn’t see his face to verify if even a smile had creased it.
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Minx
Committed
Roleplay posts: 52
Age: 23
Physical Description: Minx stands at a minuscule 5'2" and is commonly described as a slip of a human being. With her size and stature it's quite easy for her to slip in and out of places- often resulting in some interesting compromising positions. Her silverly white hair is often to be seen in a disheveled mess constantly falling into her clear blue eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Whatever brought in the most customers to the tavern is typically what Minx would find herself wearing. Which usually consisted of a blouse hemmed short and cut in a a way that left very little to the imagination. She prefers trousers, merely because they were easier to move in and safer when surrounded by wandering hands. For that though, she also has a dagger, her father left behind for her. That and her mother's silver choker and crystal blue earrings are her most prized possessions.
Player's online availability : Whenever I'm awake! ^-^
Registered: Sept 9, 2018 21:33:45 GMT -8
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Post by Minx on Sept 13, 2018 21:07:35 GMT -8
Minx blinked and stopped mid-step before brightening as she walked over to him, stepping up to the counter and going up on her toes to see him properly. "It's alright to laugh. Laughter is the best medicine." She declared still smiling at him. "Like a smile is the best balm. I am a bit lost though. I'm trying to find Mr. Brad? I'm his new serving girl! And the captain wants some tea brought up to his quarters." She said lightly, resting her hands on the counter top, showing that they were shaking a bit.
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Henry Walworth
Committed
Roleplay posts: 69
Age: 34
Physical Description: If one were to tell you Henry was a pirate, you would believe that person almost immediately. Something about his tall bearing, the gruffness of voice, the gray hairs starting to penetrate his usually copper mane and well kept beard and mustache, not to mention the scars that crease his face, all scream rogue.
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Clothes and Equipment: Henry usually wears a tan luxurious silken robe and brown breeches, with a white shirt underneath, all secured with a crimson red sash and a brown leather belt. His two handed saber rests in its scabbard attached to his belt, along with his long, thin dagger. When on land and in battle, he wears his brown leather boots, but while at sea, he prefers to be barefoot to grip onto the slippery deck better.
For battle, he wears a blackened burgonet to protect his head, and a blackened cuirass to protect his torso. He also dons leather gloves, with large steel studs sowed onto the knuckles.
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Registered: Mar 25, 2018 18:46:43 GMT -8
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Post by Henry Walworth on Sept 13, 2018 21:17:12 GMT -8
Brad towered over Minx, even without the rolled up stocking hat that kept his wild mane in control. He let out a high pitched half laugh, “Mr. Brad, didja hear that Vincenzo? She must have me confused with my father... do you know where that phrase comes from? Because I don’t, it just seems everyone uses it. Anyway,” he got back on track to Minx, “I’m Brad, no need for the mister. It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he said as he offered his hand for her’s to shake.
“And Captain Walworth wants some tea? Well, we better hop to it then, don’t want to keep him waiting. So let’s see, he’s fond of a lemon black tea mix that has been sitting in the sun for several days, so the flavors all get to know each other. So I’ve been having it sit in my fermentation station,” he explained to Minx as he walked back into the galley, next to an open porthole that held several bottles tied to it.
After a few seconds, Brad found the one he wanted, and handed that and a bottle of honey to Minx, “He’ll want that too, or you’ll want it to. That’s the only sweet thing he’ll have inside him.”
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Minx
Committed
Roleplay posts: 52
Age: 23
Physical Description: Minx stands at a minuscule 5'2" and is commonly described as a slip of a human being. With her size and stature it's quite easy for her to slip in and out of places- often resulting in some interesting compromising positions. Her silverly white hair is often to be seen in a disheveled mess constantly falling into her clear blue eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Whatever brought in the most customers to the tavern is typically what Minx would find herself wearing. Which usually consisted of a blouse hemmed short and cut in a a way that left very little to the imagination. She prefers trousers, merely because they were easier to move in and safer when surrounded by wandering hands. For that though, she also has a dagger, her father left behind for her. That and her mother's silver choker and crystal blue earrings are her most prized possessions.
Player's online availability : Whenever I'm awake! ^-^
Registered: Sept 9, 2018 21:33:45 GMT -8
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Post by Minx on Sept 13, 2018 21:33:20 GMT -8
Minx shook his hand when it was offered to her, his hand dwarfing hers. She listened intently as Brad spoke, more curiousity shining in her eyes as she took the bottles from him. No tea she had ever made or served had been jarred before. She would have commented on it but he was the chef so she couldn't really say much.
"Thank you! I'll be back down soon to help you how ever you need help!" She gave him another smile, actually glad not to have to use a tray, worried that she would drop everything with how unsteady her hands were. She inclined her head to him as she went back onto her heels before scurrying off back updeck to deliver her bounty.
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