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 21:45:20 GMT -8
It wasn’t too hard to find the Captain’s quarters, mainly because everyone except the foolhardy and those ordered to not to gave them a wide berth. The futile energy of frustration and irritation seemed to seep through the oaken doors, and the source of them sat behind his desk, slouching back into his wooden chair.
As Minx entered, she could notice that the space was rather crowded despite it being the biggest quarters on the ship. His desk took up the heart of the room, his hammock to the right of the desk, and on the other his personal armory of an armor stand and his sword resting on a shelf.
He simply waved to his crowded desk covered in charts and tools to show where Minx could put down the tea. He still studied her like a hawk, watching her every move, letting silence reign for several moments before he asked, “Have you had anything to eat recently Miss Minx? If not, you can have the last of my breakfast,” he gestured to his plate of half eaten scrambled eggs and bacon.
It was higher quality food than what the rest of the crew would’ve eaten, but he found that his hunger wasn’t quite there today.
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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 14, 2018 13:06:54 GMT -8
Minx jumped slightly at being addressed by the captain as she set down the tea and the honey. She had kept her eyes off him, instead looking around curiously at his quarters. She snapped to attention and looked at him before she gave him another smile laughing softly.
"Just Minx is fine oh captain, sir captain!" She said the same amount of pep in her voice before she shook her head quickly, platinum hair flying every which way. "And no, I couldn't possibly! Matron did raise me better than that. You don't eat off another persons' plate unless their family." She recited by heart before she gave him a bow, bouncing on her toes. "I ought to be off again!" She said before she straightened and headed to the door again.
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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 14, 2018 19:09:47 GMT -8
Walworth regarded Minx with rather predatory eyes as he watched her start to leave, his dark brown eyes studied with minute detail the way her hips sashayed. For all she lacked in breadth of mind, she made up elsewhere. And that begged the question where she would sleep aboard The Tyger. He wasn't going to tolerate in lapses in discipline, and letting Minx sleep belowdecks would be like holding a piece of raw meat in front of several very hungry wolves.
Before she could lay a hand on the door, Walworth ordered, "You're not dismissed yet Miss Minx. We have much to discuss, seeing as you're a part of my crew now. Every sailor aboard The Tyger has to agree to the compact, so I insist that you pull up my trunk and make yourself comfortable."
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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 14, 2018 20:16:11 GMT -8
The young tavern girl paused- her hand half way to the door knob before she gave what seemed like a small sigh. But when she turned around she was as chipper as ever.
"Aye, aye captain!" She said brightly as she went back over to him and looked around until she located a tall stool with some strange equipment on it. She looked at it before looking at Mr. Walworth and she slowly pushed the items off into a bucket not checking if they were particularly valuable as she brought over the stool to sit right in front of his desk. As the stool came up higher than was easily reachable, it took Minx a few times to hoist herself up awkwardly onto the small stool was weaved unsteadily and sit with her legs crossed comfortably on top. "So what's a cum pact?" She asked bouncing a bit in place, the poor stool whining from the abuse.
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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 14, 2018 20:35:25 GMT -8
Walworth cocked a curious eyebrow, which remained firmly in place as Minx knocked over his astrolabe and compass into the bucket, and attempted to find a seat on the stool. She reminded him of a rather dim witted cat, though that was oddly fitting considering her name almost sounded like 'lynx'. He was pulling out the compact as Minx straightened herself on her seat.
Despite his serious air, he couldn't help but to chuckle. He raised a rather wry eyebrow and muttered something along the lines of, "What I wouldn't mind doing to you," he then cleared his throat as he explained, "This compact is what serves as the word of the gods on The Tyger. Fear not them, fear breaking the compact."
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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 14, 2018 21:11:02 GMT -8
Minx cocked a curious brow at his muttering and his statement. She dismissed it though and instead leaned forward at the appearance of the compact, trying to get a look at the document, only to wobble and hurriedly grab onto the stool to balance herself. "Whoopsy-daisy!" She yelped as she braced herself against the desk before quickly pushing herself up and sitting again, adjusting herself. She took a breath before looking at Henry curiously.
"...Well then. What's the compact entail then? What do I havta do?" She cocked her head to the side.
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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 14, 2018 21:23:11 GMT -8
"Firstly, the compact states that sole ownership of the ship The Tyger... the one you're on," he mentioned, making sure he hadn't lost her already, "is under my name and my name alone, hence granting me the title of captain of The Tyger. Secondly, the compact lists out that all laws and rules shall be determined by Captain Walworth," he mentioned again, "me, and may be amended in the future, and include but are not limited to: there shall be no murder, theft, mutiny, or gambling on board The Tyger. All disputes will be brought to trial with Captain Walworth as acting judge."
He moved onto the next section, "This details how any and all such loot that is acquired by the crew is divided up. The Captain gets a fifth of the profits, though all costs and maintenance are subtracted from this percentage instead of the group's. Then it gets into extraneous salaries for the officers and special positions. After all that, the loot is divided equally among the crew. You'll be part of the last group."
"And finally, this section details that you will adhere to the rules and laws of the compact on pain of punishment administered by me, which will be decided at such time a proper trial is held."
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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 14, 2018 21:36:01 GMT -8
Minx's eyes were wide as she slowly nodded along to what Walwoth was saying. She registered most of what he was saying- what her brain deemed as the important at least.
"So... Basically... The rules of the tavern except instead of Matron to listen to, it's you I havta listen to." Minx said slowly before she nodded again quickly. "That sounds okay. But do I really have to sign it? I mean, I have to go back home anyway, and Matron won't be very happy if I write her and tell her I went and got myself a new job without telling her first." Minx said as she kicked her legs absentmindedly.
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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 14, 2018 21:43:39 GMT -8
Walworth gave a deep and menacing scowl, “If you’re to be aboard The Tyger, you’re to follow to compact, and that means agreeing to it. You don’t need to sign it, but you need to make a solemn oath or sign that you will dutifully obey it.”
“And I very much doubt we’ll be able to give word to your matron that you’re aboard The Tyger for much time, unless we find a ship heading back to Rondon. And lastly, we need to discuss your sleeping quarters. You’re not going to be sleeping belowdecks, you would prove to be too much of a liability. Instead, you’ll sleep in my 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 15, 2018 12:17:50 GMT -8
Minx just gaped at him, her lips pursed into a very small 'o' as she looked up at Walworth. That was certainly quite a bit to unload from him and it took her a few seconds for her mind to process it.
The first thing that struck her was the fact...She may not be able to go home for quite some time. Meaning... She couldn't claim her winnings as the best hider in town!
Then was the fact that she wouldn't be able to see Matron for a while.... And oh stars, when she returned she would absolutely get grounded.
Especially considering the fact that she had to sleep with a strange man in his quarters-Breaking two of Matrons' most important rules!
Minx's lower lip trembled a bit at that as her eyes watered a few moments after Walworth's announcement. "B-But... m-my honey bread..." She mumbled as she sniffled, referring to the prize that she was due for winning the game.
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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 15, 2018 18:40:15 GMT -8
Walworth expected many things coming from people having to sign the compact. Usually questions, attempts at negotiations, people swearing that the terms were unfair. But he never expected someone to start tearing up. So he sat in stunned silence as she sniffled, not quite sure what he should do. Finally, he got up out of his chair, and hesitantly placed his hand on her delicate shoulder.
"I'm sorry, but I can't afford to turn around. I have a whole ship of people to think about," he managed to apologize, his gruff tone beginning to fade as he mentally had to add sympathy for the words.
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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 15, 2018 18:54:01 GMT -8
Gerald smiled warmly at Kuroka's touch, and yet another pang of guilt struck him. Her first question was about not waking up next to him, not about the apparent tattoo that was branded on her chest overnight, so she seemingly hadn't noticed it yet. That was good, Gerald mused. He'd rather her not notice it for as long as possible. Preferably not until he fixed it.
Watching her lovely face, he reached out and grabbed the hand that had just rubbed his jaw and fallen to the side. His big beefy fingers interlaced with hers and his thumb gently rubbed over the top of her knuckles affectionately.
"I had some really important 'business' I had to discuss with the cap'n. It shan't happen agin, kitten, I promise." He kissed the top of her hand after speaking, keeping his eyes on her face. "May I join you?"
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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 15, 2018 21:09:50 GMT -8
She sniffled again, bravely trying to fend off tears as she rubbed at her eyes. Tears would get her nowhere. They never had, and they likely never would. But it did make her feel a bit better for the moment. She gave another deep sniffle as she nodded her head slowly. "I.. I understand. It's that barrels fault anyway." She mumbled as she sniffled again, still rubbing at her eyes.
"I have to take responsibility for my messes like Matron says.... I'll sign the thingy." She mumbled forcing a bit more pep into her tone, trying to shake off her heavy heart even as she rubbed away the stubborn tears.
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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 16, 2018 7:15:43 GMT -8
Walworth nodded, and grabbed the parchment and quill with ink pot, setting both on the desk next to Minx. "Good girl, just make your mark on the bottom of the page, and you'll be a part of the crew. That entitles you to riches that you could never imagine, and food and care. This is in your best interest, to sign this, to make the most of your time on The Tyger." He assured her, his voice still using a comforting tone.
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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 16, 2018 18:32:15 GMT -8
"More important than me, Gerald?" Kuroka was not letting the promises of a pirate sway her mood. Her eyes narrowed, and she rolled closer to him, face mere inches away from his. Yellow eyes studied his, searching for anything. It didn't help that she was now resting on her elbows, presenting a lot of her chest to him. After a few moments, she sighed and looked away.
"You may join me." Scooting so he would have enough room, she knew he wouldn't dare to lay down next to her, he didn't share the innate balance she had, but he did need room to stand.
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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 16, 2018 19:31:10 GMT -8
Gerald frowned momentarily at Kuroka's question. It hit him in the gut. He should have anticipated such a response from a woman. It made him want to roll his eyes, but he had to refrain from that, lest he annoy her further. His smile quickly returned, however, when her eyes found his. She had beautiful yellow eyes, if not unique being like a cat's. But he didn't mind. In fact, he relished the uniqueness that was all of her, body and mind.
"Nothing is more important than you, Kuroka. Had I known waking up without me would affect you so, I wouldn't have done so." He was glad she scooted over. Not that he was already tired, but he wouldn't have found that position comfortable for long. Taking the opportunity she gave him by scooting over, he climbed up into the crows nest and wrapped an arm around the mast as he watched Kuroka lie there. If it was anyone else, it might have been slightly creepy, but he didn't think she'd mind since they were a couple.
"I am sorry, kitten. Forgive me?"
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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 16, 2018 20:06:56 GMT -8
Minx nodded, not trusting her voice to speak, as she reached out slowly for the pen. Grasping the pen in her left hand, she carefully dipped it into the ink, before she turned to the parchment again.
She glanced over the document quickly, as if validating it's contents and hesitated just a moment longer before she forced her hand down and carefully signed her name in curly, looping script on the empty space provided. The 'x' in her name curled off into a little heart before ending with a flourish. She set down the pen carefully next to the script and leaned back to rub at her eye again before looking up at Henry for his 'Ok'. Her eyes were still watery and a bit red.
It was a bit reassuring though that he didn't seem as mean as he had appeared initially. A bit tough, but also kind beneath it- like Matron was. That bolstered her spirits a bit thinking of it that way. "I-Is that okay?"
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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 16, 2018 20:23:05 GMT -8
Walworth watched her sign her name carefully, somewhat surprised that it wasn’t just an x... though he wasn’t too surprised when she added a heart into the last loop. He breathed out in a sigh through his nose as he examined the signature.
As Minx looked up at him with her sparkling blues, he got to thinking they looked just like sapphires, twinkling up at him admist a pile of silver coins that was her hair. She seemed very precious to him at that moment, enough for him to lose himself, and brush an errant strand of silvery hair away from her eyes gently, letting her know in a soft voice, “Yes, that’s excellent.”
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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 17, 2018 4:01:24 GMT -8
Minx’s eyes widened at his tender move so suddenly and without quite meaning to, she jumped backwards. She was so jostled, she nearly fell off her little stool but caught herself against his desk.
She froze for a moment, her cheeks bright red as she stared at him. A moment later, finally she gave a small laugh as she straightened up. “W-Whoopsy daisy! W-Well if that’s it, I probably should go down and get to know Mr. Brad! Busy, busy, busy-have to stay on task!” She said, by now having inched around him and she had her hand on the door.
She gave him a salute with an awkward smile as she turned the knob on the door, stepping back to exit. “See you whenever meal times are!” She gave him one last call before she hurried out of his office, eyes still watery and pink and a rosy hue to her cheeks.
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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 17, 2018 10:35:19 GMT -8
Walworth regarded Minx’s reaction with calm, though he couldn’t hide the mirth that glowed in his eyes. He couldn’t deny she was rather cute with her petite size and beautiful features, but she was adorable in her state of confusion.
He nodded as she attempted to flee, “See you then Miss Minx.”
With that, he went back to his chair, and poured himself a cup of tea into his mug. He added a liberal dose of honey, before taking a sip and settling back into his chair. This was going to prove an interesting voyage.
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