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 8, 2018 18:01:01 GMT -8
Her ears twitched at the bold question, to which she opened her mouth, but closed it soon after. Furrowing her eyebrows, she looked past Minx, towards the opposite end of the ship, she could make out Gerald and Walworth conversating. At least, they were standing near each other.
Nodding, she looked back at Minx. "Probably. In a few months, we will know for sure, perhaps sooner." Kuroka knew full well that she could just find the baby, if there was one, by finding an independent flow of energy within herself. She'd do it later. After lunch.
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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 9, 2018 14:47:50 GMT -8
Minx's blue eyes looked like they were about to bug out of her head in shock as she covered her mouth. She had no idea it happened so easily! And in public to top it all off.She blinked rapidly before she straightened up not wanting to appear rude to the other woman and she instead took her hands and sincerely nodded to her with a small smile, despite the small amount of fear bubbling in her gut.
"Con-Congratulations! I hope they are healthy. Goodness.. I had no idea it happened so suddenly..." She murmured softly shaking her head.
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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 11, 2018 8:09:28 GMT -8
Gerald took a moment to study the captain and chuckled to himself. "The new girl keeping you up late at night, cap'n?" he asked Walworth teasingly, flashing the man a smirk. He looked back at the pair of "women" at the bow of the ship, still smiling to himself. Minx seemed...young, and innocent, almost like a child, but that may be just because he didn't know her very well. Kuroka was also very innocent when he first met her. Apparently, a few weeks on a ship full of pirates changed her a bit. He was still very surprised by her outburst when he professed his love. He still wasn't sure how to feel about it, but that was for musing over later.
"Would ye like me to take the helm for the approach?" Gerald asked Walworth, returning his gaze back to the captain. This island was very tricky, known for all the wrecks built up around its cliffs and banks, and a sharp mind was required right now. "We gotta head left; let the wind take us along the side of the island. On the far side is a very small beach where we can set anchor and approach with a rowboat. Then we gotta travel over the island back to the cliffside where we'll find our wreck." After Gerald was done explaining the best possible route, he took a small step back for when...or if Walworth relinquished the helm, and looked past the man's shoulder towards the girls again. He noticed Kuroka looking back at them and wanted to holler for her to join him when she was done with the strange woman. Instead, he gave her a look that meant he wanted her company and hoped she knew him well enough to pick up on it.
"Unless you're willing to risk your ship for a more...direct approach towards the cliffs, but that be mighty unwise with the winds pushing us towards the island."
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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 13, 2018 17:18:39 GMT -8
Walworth snarled back to Gerald, "Firstly Mister Neumann, you keep to your quarters and I'll keep to mine. Gods know what you and your 'kitten' get up to. Secondly that's the problem. In any case I would rather reduce the amount of risk to my ship while we're hunting down this whisper of a whisper, so take the helm and keep us from the rocks. You!" he turned his outrage to the crewman currently holding the helm, "Get back to your post!"
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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 28, 2018 20:11:08 GMT -8
Kuroka glanced at Gerald, just in time to catch his longing look. She hummed a whine of disappointment, disappointed at how they were not in the crows nest. It's not fair. Looking to Minx, she smiled, and then brought the girl into a hug. It didn't last long, perhaps for a couple seconds, but Kuroka squeezed her tight.
Pulling away, she put her hands behind her back. "Thank you, but I think our men want us at the wheel thing." She said it with little meaning behind the possessive term, she knew Minx spent the nights with the captain, assuming they were keeping it secret was done absentmindedly. Turning, she walked off towards Gerald.
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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 29, 2018 8:09:00 GMT -8
Minx blinked a bit surprised as she was pulled into a hug by Kuroka, and by the time she thought to hug back or tap the rather nice cat woman to warn her she would probably get a bit damp, she was already pulling away. At Kuroka's words her head tilted slightly to the side in confusion, thinking about how she phrased it for a good moment before she shook it off. She probably only meant that they were part of the crew.
With a lack of anything else to do, as her prior task was spilled all over her, she picked up her serving plate and the cup, that-miraculously-hadn't shattered when it hit the deck, she followed along after Kuroka, still shivering a bit in the brisk sea air. She didn't have another shirt with her- after all this was a bit of a surprise trip- but maybe Mr. Walworth had something that she might borrow while she washed her shirt and let it dry. She might catch a cold like this. A bit hesitant to face him though, Minx sped up so she was just behind Kuroka, hiding behind the slightly taller woman and she peeked over at Mr. Walworth who seemed a bit irate at the moment, a bit of dread building in her gut.
" G'Afternoon Mr. Walworth." She said meekly, still hiding behind Kuroka. "...Sorry but I may have... spilled your tea on my way up." She worried at the serving tray as she continued to hide behind Kuroka, thinking that was why they'd been called over.
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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 29, 2018 14:16:54 GMT -8
Gerald grinned at Walworth's words, hardly fazed them. "Even He doesn't know what we get up to, for He has long turned his back on us after witnessing the naqsty shit we get up to. Would you like details?" He asked Henry teasingly, chuckling heartily. "I can multitask." On cue, he swivled his head to the front, his attention snapping to a group of sailors. "You there!" He hollered, gesturing at them. "Fuckwits, don't ye see the cliff comin' at us?! Get that fookin' sail up to half-mast right now!" Gerald then threw his weight on the wheel once Captain Walworth was out of the weight and began turning it. Not too quickly, at first, they were still some distance out from the island yet, but with the wind blowing directly towards the cliffs, Gerald had to keep his focus on it, constantly making small jigging movements as he manuevered the ship off to the right. He noted Kuroka's and Minx's conversation coming to a close and both of them moving up to the aftcaslte.
He couldn't stare at his lovely kitten for long, and quickly returned his attention to the task at hand. "Keep those lines loose, boys! You'll a'be pullin' and a'tuggin' for a hot minute, and we can't spare a single second! Unless you fuckin' layabouts just fancy hittin' them rocks!"
Gerald turned his head towards Kuroka and smiled at her. "Hiya, love." He then blinked when he noticed little Minx standing behind her, like a little girl using a mother's skirt for protection. "I know she has a magnificent ass, but don't just stand there lookin' all scared, girlie, ye gon' hafta get used to us pirates sooner or later...and don't worry about the cap'n's tea," Gerald added, shooting the tired man a quick glance before returning his gaze to the girls. "What he needs right now is a nap. Now, girls, come watch as I expertly manuever us through the wreckage and around the island." As they got closer to the cliffs, a mass of wreckage could be seen. Broken, twisted, and warped wood. Beams curvered and twisted like giant ancient skeletons. Some of it fairly new, the wood straight and brown, and some of it was old, the wood dark and weatherworn, rotten, and with tinges of green from the mildew. For ever thing seen, there was always twice as much hidden just below the surface
"Lads!" Gerald hollered. "To the gunwhales! Keep us off the debris and callout!"
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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 29, 2018 17:38:18 GMT -8
Walworth had turned to rubbing his fingers against his forehead as he felt an exhaustion headache suddenly explode behind his right eye, splintering out like electricity to the rest of his brain. He was just about done with this entire foray. The hand dragged down his face as a deep growl emanated from his throat and Minx attempted her apology. Turning to her, he stepped to the side of Kuroka and was about to tear into her, his face turning red...
...then he saw everything. The soaked blouse truly did not hide much, especially showing that Minx wore no under garments. He turned to face Gerald and Kuroka, wondering how in the hells they had managed not to notice this and send her to get decent. Still very much irritated and growling he muttered, "She does need to worry the tea and its placement. Miss Minx, to my quarters. Now."
He started down the stairs expecting Minx to follow him, leaving the helm to Gerald and Kuroka.
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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 29, 2018 19:27:19 GMT -8
Minx had jumped a bit, hearing all the crude words flowing out of Gerald's mouth like a raging waterfall and again when he turned his attention back to her. The bright rosy blush came back full force on her cheeks as he teased her lightly and she shrunk back more behind Kuroka, unable to help it. It was a lot to take in at once. She would definitely have to make a mental note not to linger above deck for too long during the da. In just a few short minutes, she was already completely overwhelmed.
When Walworth rounded Kuroka though, rage in his eyes. Minx actually flinched and scrunched her eyes shut, worried he would finally blow his load at her. The pause when he saw her and his words after wards actually had her slowly opening her eyes and come out from hiding behind the serving tray. She did give a little flinch when he called for her in his quarters, but she was a lot less scared than she had been. He didn't seem angry so much as frustrated and grumpy now. That was at least a bit better to work with then, angry.
She didn't want to push her luck though so she quickly stepped out from behind Kuroka and gave her a quick worried smile, holding the plate to her chest. "I-I should go. Uhm, n-nice meeting you again. Oh and congratulations to you both, again!" She yelped before she scurried off after Mr. Walworth, fretting a bit as she thought about how to make up the spilled tea and lost sleep to him. Maybe a shoulder rub? That seemed to help men calm down when the other girls did it in the tavern. Though she wasn't sure if she could get into the position the girls typically did. She always thought sitting in their lap was rather odd position to give a shoulder rub in.
She would figure it out she supposed as she hurried after Mr.Walworth, her head ducked slightly as she disappeared into his quarters with him.
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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 Dec 1, 2018 20:02:54 GMT -8
Walworth sighed quite loudly as he crossed the threshold, exasperation at his particular brand of hell making itself verbally evident. He had seen far too much of the poor petite girl to contemplate smothering his desires any more than he had. He was certainly no saint, how did she expect him to keep acting like a saint. The simple answer was he couldn't. And he wouldn't.
He was waiting on the other side of the door as Minx entered, a rather devious and devilish glimmer in his eyes. Henry caught Minx's arm as she tried to hurry past him again, presumably to avoid him yet again, escaping him once more. His patience had finally thinned to it's breaking point as he growled at her, "And where do you think you are going?"
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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 Dec 2, 2018 12:11:23 GMT -8
Minx jumped a bit at that turning to look up at him startled. "I... I'm just... g-going in to change quickly before I... Well I should go back to the kitchen to help Mr.Brad prepare for lunch. And it is a bit chilly in a wet shirt...." She said a bit nervously before she looked away from him. Her heart was pounding a million miles an hour as she tried to figure out what she could have done to warrant the sudden stopping. For the past few days she had pretty much successfully managed to stay out of his way, thereby avoiding the odd fluttering of her heart whenever she saw him. Being caught off guard like this was not good-no, not good at all.
"I... Have I done something wrong? I am sorry about the tea..." She said meekly as she attempted to ease her arm out of his grip.
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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 Dec 2, 2018 20:00:31 GMT -8
Walworth pulled her back, in front of him and affixed the hand not gripping her arm to hold her chin forcing her to look up at him, snarling the words as she attempted to flee him yet again "You're avoiding me. Why?"
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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 Dec 2, 2018 21:16:45 GMT -8
Minx’s bright blue eyes rounded a bit in a touch of fear and no small amount of anxiety as her eyes darted away from Walworth, searching the deck to see if someone saw or even looked remotely concerned.
Of course, there was no one.
Her eyes continued to slide away from him. “I-I’m not a-avoiding you really... I just... I want to... stay out of your way?” She offered meekly, still not looking directly at him.
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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 Dec 3, 2018 7:56:31 GMT -8
"I don't have time for lies. Why are you avoiding me?" He growled as he pulled her closer to him as kicked the door closed behind them.
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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 Dec 3, 2018 10:25:48 GMT -8
Minx flushed as she looked up at him, swallowing thickly as she realized she was properly trapped. She couldn't really tell him could she? She dreaded what he might do or say if she did.
But if she didn't...
She bit her lip before looking down quickly. "I... I-I can't tell you! But I'll... I'll stop avoiding you? So please let me go?" She asked hoping that he'd have some mercy on her if she asked nicely.
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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 Dec 3, 2018 10:27:55 GMT -8
Walworth's face twitched slightly as he heard that, seeing right through her. With a sickly sweet smile he leaned in slowly, keeping her face still. "Can't? Or won't. I won't have disobedience on my ship Miss Minx." He leaned in to bite her ear suddenly, and started to pull her into the cabin she had tried to escape into. "It appears I've been too easy with you. I believe a punishment is in order."
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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 Dec 4, 2018 13:07:48 GMT -8
Minx's "congratulations" confused Gerald a great deal, but Minx was a weird girl, so he really didn't think much of it. The silly thing probably thought it was a normal phrase during a farewell. Oh well. He had more important things to do focus on, and they took all of it that he could muster.
For the next couple hours as he maneuvered the ship around the cliffs, he constantly bellowed and hollered at the crew...occassionally making a light-hearted comment to Kuroka, talking to her about the process. Like a slave master cracking the whip, he sure kept the sailors busy. Not a minute of rest. The sail was micromanaged, being furled and unfurled again and again. All the while, he made sure to keep the ship a few hundred yards away from the cliff side. Yet, if one looked up at the towering cliffs as they passed, they may have noticed the wreckage of a single ship tangled in the foliage of the jungle high up. How it got up there, and not down here with the other wrecks, Gerald certainly didn't know. It was a mystery he'd like to find more about.
An hour later, the Tyger slowly rounded the small island until it was completely south of it...without a single scratch, to boot.
"Aye, someone fetch the Captain, we're in position. Drop that anchor and ready the boats." A few moments later, the occupants of the captain's quarters would hear a series of sharp knocks on the door followed by a nervous voice. "U-uh, captain? We've arrived at our destination."
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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 Dec 11, 2018 20:00:59 GMT -8
Silence reigned for several long moments. Until, that was, until the first round of muffled cursing and swearing erupted through the closed door. There was the sound of growling and grumbling as bare feet padded slowly through the cabin. The door sprung open suddenly, revealing a naked except for his pants, bloodshot eyed Walworth, his face red with fury as he roared "GODS DAMNIT CAN'T A CAPTAIN GET SOME GODS DAMNED SLEEP ON HIS OWN GODS DAMNED 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 Dec 12, 2018 21:00:05 GMT -8
Minx had been roused from the light sleep her body had forced her in to to recover when the knocking suddenly filled the room and she started awake. The sight that greeted her made her cheeks flush with color but also a deep sense of shame swept through her as she kept her eyes screwed shut as Walworth growled and cursed as he got out of the hammock. She could hear him fumbling around for his pants as before stamping to the door to answer it.
She didn't know what had come over her, or honestly, understand what had happened her. She was confused and her heart... hurt. She stewed in it for a few heart beats before she couldn't take it anymore and she quickly yanked on her clothing, borrowing Walworth's shirt but tying it off at the midriff and rolling up the sleeves so it at least... somewhat fit. It did nothing to hide the small red welts that decorated the column of her neck. Her body was sore and ached the whole time she moved but she ignored it. She just needed out of the cabin.
And away from Mr.Walworth.
So as he exploded at the cowering crewmate who stammered out apologies and shrank back, Minx took a deep breath to fen doff the encroaching pain and darted out from underneath his arm and past the crewmate. Her body smarted and protested but she made it out well enough back onto the deck. From there she hesitated looking around. She could attempt to go hide in the galley with Mr.Brad, but that would be the first place he'd look. As she turned though she saw Kuroka again still in the same area she had been when she left. She made the decision then and darted back over to her. She was the closest she could count as a friend on the ship though their interaction had been brief. And she seemed to know more about what was going on. And she needed some answers.
So Minx hurried over to her, slowing a bit so as to not plow into her but she fell into her back and clung to her kimono, shaking like a leaf in the wind from pain, anxiety and fear. She let out a bit of a sniffle as she held onto her. "M-Miss Kuroka."
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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 Dec 12, 2018 22:07:23 GMT -8
Kuroka was looking at the shoreline of the island, lost in thought. Her hand was over her stomach, rubbing it gently, as she thought of her earlier conversation with the odd server, Minx. She was afraid of actually looking to see if what she said was true, many times starting the process, many times halting it before yielding results. So, when the aforementioned girl bumped into her, she turned, her neutral expression softening and the beginning of a frown forming.
"Yes, dear?" Kuroka furrowed her brow. Completing her turn, she wrapped her arms around Minx, pulling her close. She could feel the pain emanating through the small girl, and she winced. Rubbing her back, she channeled her healing energies. "Are you alright, dear? What happened?"
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