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 Oct 5, 2018 22:23:31 GMT -8
Minx blinked at that watching him walk away. She inexplicable felt a bit guilty lower in her gut for thinking ill of him. She almost apologized, but instead she just carefully unfolded the blanket drawing her legs up to curl up in a tight little ball in his hammock.
"...Thank you very much, Mister Walworth." She said softly before she turned over carefully in the makeshift bed to try and get some rest. It was a bit difficult with the lump in her throat and the burning behind her eyes as the unshed tears she'd held back all day threatened to make themselves known the moment eyes were not on her.
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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 Oct 6, 2018 9:29:17 GMT -8
After a few minutes of the sounds of his quill scratching on the parchment, Walworth found himself unable to concentrate. The numbers seemed to dance and twirl with reckless abandon, despite him trying to keep them in place. Finally, he set down his quill exasperated, and kicked his feet up on his desk and leaned back in his chair. Deciding that the room was too silent, he picked up his mandolin from where it rested against his desk, and began strumming a soothing tune as he looked off into space, not really aware of the world around 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 Oct 6, 2018 14:44:23 GMT -8
Minx rubbed at her eyes frustratedly as the tears started to creep out of her eyes. "Stop it... You're going to be okay... You're going to be fine." She whispered to herself before the soft strumming of Walworth's mandolin interrupted her. She blinked and carefully peeked over curiously, not wanting to make the bed sway too much as she watched him curiously.
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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 Oct 6, 2018 15:04:41 GMT -8
Henry clearly heard the whispers in the small cabin above the soft notes of the mandolin, though he gave little indication he did, and he couldn't make out what they were exactly saying. Instead, he closed his eyes, and plucked at the strings from memory, offering a rather calming and soothing song for the hushed whispers, trying to let them know that everything would be alright.
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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 Oct 6, 2018 16:41:22 GMT -8
Minx relaxed into the hammock as she listened to henry play, her tears gradually drying as she watched him play. Gradually the weight of the day began to settle- not crash- down on her and her eyelids grew heavier with it. She nuzzled up under the blanket, struggling to stay up as she listened, only to eventually lose the battle to stay awake and her eyelids slid shut, her breathing evening out slowly.
She was out cold in a matter of seconds, her nose making a soft whistling nose as she slept peacefully swaying in the hammock.
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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 Oct 6, 2018 18:59:35 GMT -8
Henry waited until he could hear nothing but soft breathing and the nearly inaudible whistle before he stopped playing. He set the mandolin back down by the desk, and began to drift off himself, with quiet snores tumbling from his mouth.
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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 Oct 7, 2018 4:37:33 GMT -8
Gerald squeezed Kuroka tightly and affectionately, planting a kiss on her forehead before resting against her. The sound of her purrs was quite soothing and relaxing, and how readily she latched onto him when he climbed in made his heart skip a beat. He still wasn't quite sure on his feelings. He was a selfish pirate, always had been. Caring for someone else wasn't something he was experienced with, but as the days went by and the closer he got with his little kitten, the more he did care. As they got closer to their objective, Gerald made a vow to never let anything hurt Kuroka, and to find a way to reverse her marking...even if it cost him more.
"We're going to the City of Gold, my darlin'," he answered with a low whisper. "Full of spires of pure gold as tall as the clouds. Even with your skills and curiosity, it would take you all day to climb such a tower." He wasn't actually sure if such towers existed there, for he had not been, but he knew of Kuroka's love for tall things and thought it may give her nice dreams.
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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 Oct 7, 2018 11:36:32 GMT -8
Kuroka turned herself onto her back, the to fully face him, as he kept talking. She wrapped her arms around him, pressing herself closer to him. It was hard to get all of her close to him, what with her large assets, so she settled on being sort-of close. She began to rub his back, letting her magic seep out over the pirate, releasing him of his aches and pains from the day.
"A city of gold?" she whispered back, sounding uninterested. But the mention of cloud-scraping towers did peak her interest, and she smiled. "I cannot wait to get there." She nestled her head underneath his chin, closing her eyes and drifting off.
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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 Oct 15, 2018 13:40:44 GMT -8
Gerald smiled softly when Kuroka rested her head under his chin and drifted off to sleep. He, himself, found sleep more elusive, and spent the majority of the night staying up at the ceiling of the deck, listening to the soft creaks of the ship. His mind wondered. Thoughts of his old notes, clues, and maps he had acquired during his brief search the last time came to mind. Getting to the shipwrecked island wouldn't be a problem. He just prayed to whatever Gods that were listening that there'd be some evidence and/or clue he and his crew might've missed in their haste to beat the fast-approaching tropical storm.
Come early morning the next day, Gerald waited until Kuroka was awake before slipping out of bed. He didn't want another repeat of yesterday. He then found the ship's pilot and told him everything he knew. About the shipwreck, about the island, about the course. He just didn't tell him about the overall goal of finding Al Dorando. That was Walworth's business, in Gerald's opinion. After, he returned above decks and continued on his regular duties, taking turns up in the crow's nest whenever he could to spend a little extra time with Kuroka throughout the day.
The next few days were a rinse and repeat, with nothing of note taking place.
Gerald collapsed the spy glass he was wielding and looked down at Kuroka with a smirk. He pointed over the railing towards the horizon at barely visible dots in the sky. To a normal human without an instrument, it most likely would not have been noticeable at this distance. But, perhaps, the mysterious kitten had superior vision. Time to find out.
"You see that," Gerald asked, still pointing and maintaining his sly smile. "Those be seagulls. That means land isn't far."
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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 Oct 25, 2018 20:18:33 GMT -8
Kuroka leaned on the railing of the ship, though she was not looking towards the horizon. Her gaze was fixed on her handsome pirate, a slight smile crossing her face as she watched with delight. Her twin tails flicked in their joy. When he did point, she turned her eyes, narrowing them as she leaned over the railing, more and more, until nearly all of her upper body was hanging over the ocean.
There were tiny specks, on the horizon, but she shook her head no, glancing down momentarily. At the ocean. The deep, dark, freezing ocean. Her tails went ramrod straight as the fear rushed over her body, gripping her like a vice, with a cry and a jump, she pushed away from the rail, and into her pirate.
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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 Oct 28, 2018 17:50:05 GMT -8
It had taken a few days but Minx had managed to assimilate into the ships system relatively easily. She even had a bit of a schedule like she had when she was back at her town on the docks. Wake up early, walk out of the Captain's quarters as silently as possible so as not wake him, then spend the rest of the day in the kitchens with the very chatty Mr. Brad and the silent Vinny- cooking, cleaning, and serving. The looks she got from the crew were easily ignored after a while, feeling a lot like the looks she'd get in Matron's Tavern.
It wasn't bad, especially the fact she had managed to avoid the captain for most of the time since she had been getting accustomed. He was the one thing she couldn't really get used to. He was a lot like Matron... but also very different in a way. He made her nervous in a way that... didn't quite make sense to her. So she did the natural thing.
Avoided him at all costs... except for when she had to bring him his daily cup of tea. Which was just about now. She sighed softly closing her eyes as she balanced the tea on a tray. She had to come up with some excuse as to not prolong her stay-
"Eeep!" Minx squeaked as she suddenly collided with a very solid, very much larger back. She was knocked off her feet and the tea that had been blanced precariously on the tray spilled all over her as she twisted in the air to land solidly on her rump. "Owww..." She mumbled as she skidded to a stop on her rump, drenched in tea , the mason jar now rolling around on 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 Oct 30, 2018 13:30:44 GMT -8
Gerald smiled Kuroka's adorable little cry and her jump of fear. He caught her deftly enough, but it still caused him to stumble a step back. Back into something, bumping it. He didn't think about it at first, just enjoying holding Kuroka close to his chest in a tight embrace for a split second, but it was interrupted when he heard the crash behind him, causing him to turn around to inspect what it was...with Kuroka still tightly held in his arms, he merely spun her with him.
"Oh, I'm sorry, lass," Gerald said at first, eyes briefly wide with surprise, before turning into an amused expression. Minx's predicament struck him funny, but he refrained from laughing at her...if only barely. "Oh, uh, Kuroka, my pet, meet uh..." He frowned thoughtfully as he studied the small woman that had fallen on her ass on the hard deck. "What was your name again?"
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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 Oct 30, 2018 19:06:27 GMT -8
Kuroka's feet could not touch the ground when her pirate held her like this. She swung them about in an effort to do so, but it was ultimately futile, he was just too tall. Her tails swished about while she enjoyed his embrace, until the loud bang. Her world was very confusing as she was spun around to face what Gerald had bumped into, and it turned out to be a who.
Perhaps being in the arms of a large menacing pirate wasn't the best of first impressions, but it was hers now. Her cheeks turned red when she was referred to as pet, but she wasn't upset about it.
"I am Kuroka, a healer, pleased to meet you." Kuroka did try to give her hand in greeting, but she was still dangling from the arms of Gerald. And the poor girl hadn't even recovered yet.
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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 Nov 1, 2018 20:47:55 GMT -8
Minx was too preoccupied with rubbing her tushie that throbbed a bit in pain from the hard fall she'd taken. She looked up though after a moment when she realized she was being spoken to. Her eyes widened as she saw Gerald and Kuroka, but moreso remaining on Kuroka. She'd never seen a woman with cat ears, or... a cat with a human body? She didn't know which was technically correct.
"I uhm... I'm Minx. I'm just Minx." She greeted after a moment as she shook herself to stop staring as she slowly got up to her knees still rubbing her bottom with her right hand, extending her left to Kuroka. It was lucky that the tea wasn't hot at the very least, but she was getting quite chilly from standing on the deck with her white top drenched in tea sticking to her body. "And it's okay. I should've been watching where I was going."
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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 Nov 3, 2018 8:50:09 GMT -8
Gerald smiled the girls’ attempt at greeting one another, and gently set Kuroka down in the ground so her feet weren’t just dangling anymore. It was then a revelation hit Gerald.
“I don’t think we’ve properly met either. I be Gerald, your humble pirate,” He told Minx, flashing her a mischievous smirk. “Oh look darlin’,” he continued, noticing Minx’s stare at Kuroka. “She seems quite smitten with you.” He wrapped an arm around Kuroka’s waist and held her tightly. She was claimed. “Well, who can blame her, huh? You are quite the specimen of beauty and perfection if I do say so meself,” he said teasingly to his kitten. It struck him then that he doesn’t compliment Kuroka very often and should do so more. He’ll have to remember that.
To drive home his point, he gripped her chin with his dirty and rough hand and turned her face towards him, and planted a lingering kiss upon her lips. The hand that had been around her waist dipped down, below the hem of her kimono until he felt the smoothness of her flesh, and then gradually raised his hand back up underneath the kimono until his hand rested on the bareness of her rear. Consequently, the hem of her kimono was raised to an inappropriate level exposing a lovely and smooth leg, but still covered her decency and rear, if only barely on that one side. All the while, through the lingering kiss, he was giving Minx a mischievous and amused side-long look.
He wasn’t sure if he was purposely trying to embarrass both girls or not, all he knew was that he found this all very amusing. Pirates will be pirates.
When he broke from the kiss, he returned his gaze back to Kuroka and looked at her affectionately. “I love you,” he whispered, after licking his lips, to her so that only she could hear his soft words. It was the first time he ever said it to her, and he meant it, and before he could give her time to react, he disentangled himself from their embrace and started to walk away, flashing her a playful wink.
“You two play nice and get to know one another. I gotta talk to the cap’n ‘bout bis’ness,” he told the both of them over his shoulder. He then made his way across the deck to the stern of the 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 Nov 3, 2018 13:47:58 GMT -8
Working at a tavern for most of her life would lead most to believe that the young Miss Minx had seen just about all the world had to toss at her. But in truth, she had been kept very sheltered. Matron and the other girls would regularly distract or take Minx from tables that got too raunchy, wanting to let the girl maintain her innocence as long as possible.
It would seem that her time was up though.
Minx's hand twitched before it slowly fell as her eyes opened up wide as she saw the little display Gerald and Kuroka put on. The blood slowly rose up her face until she was beet red, her mouth slightly agape, her eyes as wide as saucers. By the time she realized she probably should look away, Gerald was already disentangling himself from Kuroka and strutting off. Her mouth was working like a fish out of water as she tried to process what she had just seen. She was only capable of making little squeaks as she looked from the pirate that walked off to the cat-woman and sat back down on her heels, shivering slightly in her wet shirt and with knowledge and sensations that were wholly new to her.
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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 Nov 4, 2018 7:29:01 GMT -8
Kuroka was caught completely off guard by the kiss, not that public displays of affection were uncommon, but she did feel uncomfortable with doing so right in front of someone. At first, her ears had raised in alarm, but they slouched as she all but melted in his arms, she might have moaned a little bit. Her hands were busy pulling the hem of her kimono down, to keep their newfound friend from seeing too much. A smile curled on her lips.
When he did break the kiss, and whispered those loving words to her, she had a mixture of feelings. His quick retreat was quickly followed by the words from an angry Kuroka. "Gerald Neumann, you bastard pirate! Coward, thief!" Her right hand had a finger extended, thrusting her point home with every word, the other tightly balled at her side.
Then, she calmed herself, if only a little. Letting out a sigh, that is when she remembered their friend. Sitting back on her haunches, she placed a hand on Minx's shoulder. The squeaks were adorable, and it was all she could do to keep her smile at bay. "Hey, Minx, are you okay?" The hand on her shoulder began to rub 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 Nov 4, 2018 16:49:32 GMT -8
Gerald chuckled heartily to himself as he walked quickly down the deck past busy sailors. "Thief, huh?" He muttered as he climbed the short steps up to the aftcastle of the ship. He wondered what possessed Kuroka to call him that, of all things. Not that it was wrong, but he hadn't stolen a thing in front of her. He didn't even think she knew what a pirate was or what the word meant. Perhaps she was referring to...something else. Thinking about that made him chuckle as well, which was quickly stifled with the clearing of his throat as he approached the captain. He'll make it up to Kuroka later. Perhaps he could find some flowers on the island to pick and give her...or a mouse. Cats like to toy with mice, right? Was she a cat though? He still wasn't sure. Safest bet would be flowers.
"Captain, Kuroka and I spotted seagulls at the one o'clock," Gerald informed Walworth, pointing back towards the bow of the ship, slightly to the left. If one's eyes were good enough, they could see the seagulls now, as the ship steadily grew closer. "There be land close."
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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 Nov 4, 2018 17:17:42 GMT -8
Minx was still gaping and she looked at Kuroka equal parts confusion and interest swimming in her bright blue eyes. "I.. I think... I think so.... B-But.... Y-You... A-and....He..." She blinked rapidly as she tried to used her minimal knowledge of male and female relationships to reason out what had just happened. Abruptly something occurred to her and she looked at Kuroka covering her mouth.
"Are... Are you with child now?" She whispered under her breath covering her mouth slightly so any onlookers wouldn't be able to see. Genuine concern mingled with curiosity was in her eyes as she looked up to the older cat woman.
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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 Nov 4, 2018 18:58:21 GMT -8
Walworth at first didn't hear Gerald, as he had fallen asleep as he leaned on the banister next to the wheel. The sleeping conditions he had arranged with Minx in his quarters had him dealing with the rather worst of the positions, and he was suffering for it. He had taken to taking mid-afternoon naps to try and augment his sleep schedule, but he had decided it would do him some good to get some sunlight... which did nothing to rouse his spirits.
Finally, he looked up at Gerald growling something along the lines of, "About damned time."
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