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Post by libertalianarrator on Jul 9, 2019 17:29:53 GMT -8
LibertaliaThe Libertalia Docks are of a decent size, able to accommodate up to ten trade ships at a time, with the construction of an expansion having just begun. It's most times the one place where you can buy and sell illicit cargo, including drugs, weapons, and artifacts, anything except for people. The Docks sit in the middle of the southern cove that makes up the horseshoe island, and is manned by some of the best trained labourers in the world. Large warehouses dot one side, while the sturdy docks themselves are dotted with four huge cranes, operated by Dwarf and Troll combos, one to do the delicate manoeuvring, and the other to provide the raw power, pushing and pulling. A handful of warehouses and alehouses dot the docks, but the docks officially end at the foot of Francis O'Malley, or at least his statue that sits right at the start of the main street.
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Desdemona McHerne
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: Late 30s
Physical Description: Desdemona looks to be a slim figure with a sense of thension about her. The snake-like tendrils replace hair atop her head. Cloud-white eyes bearing no pupils adorn her battle-scarred face. She reaches 185cm/6’ in height due to her tendrils being pointed towards the sky most of the time. Ashen skin tone gradiates into a darker blue towards bottom part of her body. Her movement may seem unnaturally smooth and silent to most. Her voice is usually melodically appealing however, if she raises it beyond normal it will sound as if she damaged her throat.
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Desdemona wears a black coat adorned with golden, eel-like ornaments on shoulders and emerald-green stripes running down her usually rolled sleeves. A scarf of same green is tied on her waist, two black leather belts constricting her coat and scarf. A single elongated rapier weighs on her belt, made customer to both cut and pierce. Knee-high boots locate themselves beneath pants striped with black and white.
Allegiances: The Floating Circus and The Crimson Maggie
Registered: Jul 13, 2019 13:52:31 GMT -8
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Post by Desdemona McHerne on Jul 13, 2019 18:00:00 GMT -8
As Desdemona stepped on the docks, first since the three-months long hunt, she trusted her crew, the Floating Circus as the commoners and others of her profesiones called them, to start delivering the organs and other various harvests from the many beasts of the depths they have slammed over the course of their long lasting sail. She inhaled the salty breeze and tapped her boot twice upon the dock, thereafter calling to her crew, “ Alright boys! Finish up and come to the Brewhaus, will ya? Time for a mighty fuck up!”, her voice bludgeoned the ears of people unadapted to hearing it, the crew had it drilled in their memory for years. Tapping her way towards the Main Street, she briefly stopped near the statue of Francis O’Malley, “Ye old skinny fuck. Had to rot away, didn’t ya? Left a good legacy, give you that. Joanne is decent.”, she whispered to herself turning and giving the whole dock a look around. Business came and went, ships floated about. She shook her head in mysterious nostalgia of the days when she roamed the seas as a gal with a blade, now she is a captain of the Crimson Maggie. Desdemona spat out the churning thoughts of the past, and moved toward the bright future of the drunken mess at the Brewhaus.
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Desdemona McHerne
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: Late 30s
Physical Description: Desdemona looks to be a slim figure with a sense of thension about her. The snake-like tendrils replace hair atop her head. Cloud-white eyes bearing no pupils adorn her battle-scarred face. She reaches 185cm/6’ in height due to her tendrils being pointed towards the sky most of the time. Ashen skin tone gradiates into a darker blue towards bottom part of her body. Her movement may seem unnaturally smooth and silent to most. Her voice is usually melodically appealing however, if she raises it beyond normal it will sound as if she damaged her throat.
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Desdemona wears a black coat adorned with golden, eel-like ornaments on shoulders and emerald-green stripes running down her usually rolled sleeves. A scarf of same green is tied on her waist, two black leather belts constricting her coat and scarf. A single elongated rapier weighs on her belt, made customer to both cut and pierce. Knee-high boots locate themselves beneath pants striped with black and white.
Allegiances: The Floating Circus and The Crimson Maggie
Registered: Jul 13, 2019 13:52:31 GMT -8
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Post by Desdemona McHerne on Jul 21, 2019 14:39:40 GMT -8
Concealed by the heavy shadows of the night, the captain of the Crimson Maggie st on the edge of the wooden platform and started filling her pipe with the best mint tobacco. “So sharp and cold. You light it on fire and it makes you shiver”, the spoke to herself. Dangling her feet on the edge, her gaze sank into the endless ink-blue horizon of the great waters. A turquoise cloud about her emanating from the pipe. She sat there for a while, just in the blankness of her own mind. Weirdly enough, only this could make her feel somewhat satisfied these days. The sobriety of the blue abyss, and the sharp tingle of mint tobacco.
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Captain "Johnnie" O'Malley
Established
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: 36
Physical Description: Captain O'Malley has a fairly muscular physique from years of rigging and sailing, but still maintains a feminine beauty. She sports high cheek bones, full lips, and a perfect jawline, topped with somewhat messy brown hair, more often than not pulled into a pony-tail behind her head.
So she's really quite attractive, if you dig scars and tattoos of course. Over her right eye and nose are four scars that go from just above her eyebrow to a little under her cheek bone, though that doesn't take from her stunning green eyes.
Her scars continue all around her body, from a slash here and there, to one or two puckers along her shoulder and legs from errant arrows. Though battle worn, she continues the good fight.
Her body is also heavily tattooed, the most visible being a heart just between her eye and ear, along the cheek bone, a decorative piece not unlike a choker around her neck with four points that point outwards, and a tattooed necklace with a heart shaped pendant just above her cleavage.
Over the rest of her body are a myriad of other tattoos, though hidden while wearing long sleeves and clothes.
Clothes and Equipment: Captain O'Malley usually wears a green bandanna over her brown hair that matches her father's green and leather coat which she wears with pride, regardless of the holes and marks in the leather. Under the coat she wears a high collared cloth shirt with a long draw string which she leaves partly open, revealing the locket tattoo and cleavage beneath.
Her pants are soft to the touch and easy to run around in, and a matching green to her shirt and bandanna. Her boots and gloves are a matching pair of light brown, with the boots sporting steel caps, and her gloves having steel studs along the knuckles.
Finally, she wears a fancy belt, and sometimes an eyepatch over her left eye, especially when combat is a possibility.
Allegiances: Libertalia
Registered: Jul 9, 2019 18:50:09 GMT -8
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Post by Captain "Johnnie" O'Malley on Jul 25, 2019 2:42:09 GMT -8
The docks have quieted as the sun went down, most crews now in town spending their hard earned money, or guarding their own ships. The heavy crane operators, the teams of dwarf operators and troll locomotors, had long since quit for the day, the workshops had mostly all closed, and the warehouses were all locked up. Instead of the shouting, laughing, and cursing of sailors and traders alike, the air is instead filled with the trickle of water below the docks, the breaking of hulls, and the laughter coming from the city. It's actually rather peaceful once the day's trade had ended, at least in the city.
A good half hour passes as Desdemona sits at the end of the dock, no doubt still buzzed from Douglas' home brews, it usually only took one for a new sailor to hit that stage, but for a veteran like Des, it cook considerably more.
However her solitude comes to an end soon enough, heralded at first by the heavy footfalls along the masonwork at the other end of the dock, footfalls unmistakably belonging to the mysterious hulk of armour that is Iron Bill, the golem. But once it stops, a new set of boots can be heard walking towards her, with a certain confident elegance to the stride.
There's silence for a moment before the new figure speaks, one hand on her own pipe, and the other resting on the handle of her fancy cutlass. "Another perfect night in paradise," Captain O'Malley says before taking a long drag on her own pipe-weed. Her light green eyes stare out into the shimmering water ahead, and towards the bay's opening, perfectly framing the full moon. "Welcome back, Des."
Though two are accounted for, Johnnie's first mate, the elegant, beautiful, and deadly Alaris Fontaine stands half way up the dock, peering over the edge and into the water. The reason for her silence is clear, given the lack of shoes or any metalwork other than her golden hoop earrings that contrast nicely against her tanned skin. The Cat of the Sea Dragon.
"Douglas seems giddy about your newest haul. Hopefully this one won't have the visiting traders sitting over the side of the ships all night this time, eh?" Her accent is almost singsong as she speaks, a lot more clear and pleasant than most of the island's people's.
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Desdemona McHerne
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: Late 30s
Physical Description: Desdemona looks to be a slim figure with a sense of thension about her. The snake-like tendrils replace hair atop her head. Cloud-white eyes bearing no pupils adorn her battle-scarred face. She reaches 185cm/6’ in height due to her tendrils being pointed towards the sky most of the time. Ashen skin tone gradiates into a darker blue towards bottom part of her body. Her movement may seem unnaturally smooth and silent to most. Her voice is usually melodically appealing however, if she raises it beyond normal it will sound as if she damaged her throat.
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Desdemona wears a black coat adorned with golden, eel-like ornaments on shoulders and emerald-green stripes running down her usually rolled sleeves. A scarf of same green is tied on her waist, two black leather belts constricting her coat and scarf. A single elongated rapier weighs on her belt, made customer to both cut and pierce. Knee-high boots locate themselves beneath pants striped with black and white.
Allegiances: The Floating Circus and The Crimson Maggie
Registered: Jul 13, 2019 13:52:31 GMT -8
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Post by Desdemona McHerne on Jul 26, 2019 7:59:32 GMT -8
“Hello, O’Malley, Hello to you too, Fontaine”, she spoke with notes of sarcasm in her voice, but they were used to it. “Oh, this time it was something, let me tell ya. It was bloody electrocuting the water and Gauf almost died. But it was easy other than that. Nothing much interesting in the seas these days. Once you get used to vermin the preadolescente come, and once you become the apex there is nothing really left to do. And that is boring, innit it?”, she hopped on the platform and walked towards the Iron Bill, stopping just in front of him and tapping her pipe at him. “You ought to try this tobacco, O’Malley. It really is something”, she reaches into her pocket and throws a small cluster of inky-turquoise dry leaves at her. “So, what ere you up to these days. I heard some politicking was going on, eh?”,she inquired sitting back down on the dock. Others would have stood up in Johnnie’s presence. Desdemona was a Captain to herself, though she wasn’t disrespectful about it.
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Captain "Johnnie" O'Malley
Established
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: 36
Physical Description: Captain O'Malley has a fairly muscular physique from years of rigging and sailing, but still maintains a feminine beauty. She sports high cheek bones, full lips, and a perfect jawline, topped with somewhat messy brown hair, more often than not pulled into a pony-tail behind her head.
So she's really quite attractive, if you dig scars and tattoos of course. Over her right eye and nose are four scars that go from just above her eyebrow to a little under her cheek bone, though that doesn't take from her stunning green eyes.
Her scars continue all around her body, from a slash here and there, to one or two puckers along her shoulder and legs from errant arrows. Though battle worn, she continues the good fight.
Her body is also heavily tattooed, the most visible being a heart just between her eye and ear, along the cheek bone, a decorative piece not unlike a choker around her neck with four points that point outwards, and a tattooed necklace with a heart shaped pendant just above her cleavage.
Over the rest of her body are a myriad of other tattoos, though hidden while wearing long sleeves and clothes.
Clothes and Equipment: Captain O'Malley usually wears a green bandanna over her brown hair that matches her father's green and leather coat which she wears with pride, regardless of the holes and marks in the leather. Under the coat she wears a high collared cloth shirt with a long draw string which she leaves partly open, revealing the locket tattoo and cleavage beneath.
Her pants are soft to the touch and easy to run around in, and a matching green to her shirt and bandanna. Her boots and gloves are a matching pair of light brown, with the boots sporting steel caps, and her gloves having steel studs along the knuckles.
Finally, she wears a fancy belt, and sometimes an eyepatch over her left eye, especially when combat is a possibility.
Allegiances: Libertalia
Registered: Jul 9, 2019 18:50:09 GMT -8
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Post by Captain "Johnnie" O'Malley on Jul 27, 2019 19:21:42 GMT -8
The captain nods at her counterpart, and Fontaine merely gives a small wave without taking her eyes away from the shimmering water. Quiet as always, that lady, but she has a reputation to uphold afterall.
Iron Bill’s glowing, empty gaze follows Desdemona as she approaches, and doesn’t seem to react to her tapping her pipe at him. He just lets out a low, bubbling, almost moaning sigh, followed by droplets of water falling from the cracks in his armour. Then a deep voice resonates from within. “Hi.”
“Sounds thrilling,” Captain Johnnie says as she takes a drag of her own pipe, before blowing out a billowing red cloud of smoke. A spicy variety, judging by the smell. “I like to think the creatures of the deep have gotten wise and recognise that they aren’t the kings or queens of the ocean anymore. The ocean is mine. Well, ours, I suppose.”
She blinks in slight confusion as Des throws a handful of leaves at her, which fall softly to the ground. ‘Did… did she just throw dried leaves at me?’ Johnnie thinks to herself, but she shrugs it off. “No… thank you,” she says. ‘Too long at sea, Des? She must be going mad.’
Johnnie was never one to care if someone stood or sat in her presence, she knew she had the respect of most of the island’s inhabitants, and didn’t need proof. She’s no insecure queen, she wouldn’t be able to respect herself if she was. “You’ve heard correctly,” she says, before taking another puff on her pipe. “We were able to get stable income when my father opened the port to independent traders, but I know we can do more,” she explains. “That means we’ve got to make our presence known. Trade, Des, trading with the other nations out there. We can make a fortune from official, government vessels, without risk.”
She leans against one of the dock’s support pillars jutting out from the wood. “That’s why we have the safe corridors. Its all been leading up to this.” She takes the end of her pipe out of her mouth and gestures it down the docks, from the original strips to the new additions being constructed on the other side. “My dream is for this to become a major trade port, think of all the money we’ll make.”
Finally, she shrugs. “Besides, trade partners means we won’t have to worry about the Isran or Tawakoshi navies coming along and making trouble for us. Security, money, and eventually power for our little paradise.”
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Desdemona McHerne
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: Late 30s
Physical Description: Desdemona looks to be a slim figure with a sense of thension about her. The snake-like tendrils replace hair atop her head. Cloud-white eyes bearing no pupils adorn her battle-scarred face. She reaches 185cm/6’ in height due to her tendrils being pointed towards the sky most of the time. Ashen skin tone gradiates into a darker blue towards bottom part of her body. Her movement may seem unnaturally smooth and silent to most. Her voice is usually melodically appealing however, if she raises it beyond normal it will sound as if she damaged her throat.
Clothes and Equipment: ———————————-
Desdemona wears a black coat adorned with golden, eel-like ornaments on shoulders and emerald-green stripes running down her usually rolled sleeves. A scarf of same green is tied on her waist, two black leather belts constricting her coat and scarf. A single elongated rapier weighs on her belt, made customer to both cut and pierce. Knee-high boots locate themselves beneath pants striped with black and white.
Allegiances: The Floating Circus and The Crimson Maggie
Registered: Jul 13, 2019 13:52:31 GMT -8
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Post by Desdemona McHerne on Jul 30, 2019 13:07:06 GMT -8
“Comfort leads to degradation”, she replies in harsh manner. “I’ve seen good lads and lasses retire after one big payment and then be nothing more than eating and shitting mass of flesh. There needs to be conflict, O’Malley. Else when someone will eventually deside that this paradise is too big for one nation, no one will be able to properly defend it. And this leads me to my point. You can never be too long at the sea. But I clearly see what staying on the land too long does to people. That is just my opinion though.”, she concludes her little speech passing Iron Bill and picking up the leaves. She then sits back down and takes in the pipe for a long time before releasing a thick cloud of smoke that almost covers her head. Desdemona never seriously bothered with the lives of others than her crew since she became the captain of Crimson Maggie, she certainly did not want to lose this piece of land. She wasn’t attached to it neither she treated it as her home, but it was a nice place and some members of her crew did. Her home was the ocean, waves higher than mountains, atrocities from deeper than the deepest Dwarven mine, and endless expanse of the salty horizon. It made her hard. It made her strong. It made her who she really is.
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Captain "Johnnie" O'Malley
Established
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: 36
Physical Description: Captain O'Malley has a fairly muscular physique from years of rigging and sailing, but still maintains a feminine beauty. She sports high cheek bones, full lips, and a perfect jawline, topped with somewhat messy brown hair, more often than not pulled into a pony-tail behind her head.
So she's really quite attractive, if you dig scars and tattoos of course. Over her right eye and nose are four scars that go from just above her eyebrow to a little under her cheek bone, though that doesn't take from her stunning green eyes.
Her scars continue all around her body, from a slash here and there, to one or two puckers along her shoulder and legs from errant arrows. Though battle worn, she continues the good fight.
Her body is also heavily tattooed, the most visible being a heart just between her eye and ear, along the cheek bone, a decorative piece not unlike a choker around her neck with four points that point outwards, and a tattooed necklace with a heart shaped pendant just above her cleavage.
Over the rest of her body are a myriad of other tattoos, though hidden while wearing long sleeves and clothes.
Clothes and Equipment: Captain O'Malley usually wears a green bandanna over her brown hair that matches her father's green and leather coat which she wears with pride, regardless of the holes and marks in the leather. Under the coat she wears a high collared cloth shirt with a long draw string which she leaves partly open, revealing the locket tattoo and cleavage beneath.
Her pants are soft to the touch and easy to run around in, and a matching green to her shirt and bandanna. Her boots and gloves are a matching pair of light brown, with the boots sporting steel caps, and her gloves having steel studs along the knuckles.
Finally, she wears a fancy belt, and sometimes an eyepatch over her left eye, especially when combat is a possibility.
Allegiances: Libertalia
Registered: Jul 9, 2019 18:50:09 GMT -8
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Post by Captain "Johnnie" O'Malley on Aug 1, 2019 3:15:18 GMT -8
"Do you really believe that opening our doors and port for diplomacy is going to solve all of our conflict? Or that it's going to make us comfortable?" Johnnie asks, crossing her arms over her chest. "If you do, then you aren't nearly as smart as I thought you were. As for your second point, nobody will attack a trade partner, that would be trade suicide. We're not doing this to be safe as houses, Dez, we're doing this for a sustainable income, one that lets us grow and become more than a rag tag bunch of ex-pirates."
She puffs out a long plume of red smoke again. "You're overthinking it," she concludes. "Seems you've spent too long at sea. You're not thinking about the bigger picture, how our paradise here can benefit others as much as ourselves. Who would attack a holiday destination where you spend money on local business? Or where you can make a fortune trading things banned in other ports? We're going to make it rich off of these empires, and they'll be happy to let us."
She leans against the ward support and smirks. "Besides. If someone thinks they can come and take my island, then we'll show them why we own these waters and why people fear the Libertalian flag."
Joanne lets out a small chuckle as she looks over her pipe. "Does that make sense now? Why we gotta start looking outside our borders? Or do you need a couple of days on land to regain your wits?" She looks up and nods towards the city. "C'mon, let's get your land legs back. Babette's, my treat."
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Desdemona McHerne
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: Late 30s
Physical Description: Desdemona looks to be a slim figure with a sense of thension about her. The snake-like tendrils replace hair atop her head. Cloud-white eyes bearing no pupils adorn her battle-scarred face. She reaches 185cm/6’ in height due to her tendrils being pointed towards the sky most of the time. Ashen skin tone gradiates into a darker blue towards bottom part of her body. Her movement may seem unnaturally smooth and silent to most. Her voice is usually melodically appealing however, if she raises it beyond normal it will sound as if she damaged her throat.
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Desdemona wears a black coat adorned with golden, eel-like ornaments on shoulders and emerald-green stripes running down her usually rolled sleeves. A scarf of same green is tied on her waist, two black leather belts constricting her coat and scarf. A single elongated rapier weighs on her belt, made customer to both cut and pierce. Knee-high boots locate themselves beneath pants striped with black and white.
Allegiances: The Floating Circus and The Crimson Maggie
Registered: Jul 13, 2019 13:52:31 GMT -8
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Post by Desdemona McHerne on Aug 2, 2019 6:45:53 GMT -8
“And what’s bloody wrong with being pirates, eh? You roam the sea, you do what you wish, you care for your crew like your family, and every person is their own. It seems to me that times have changed beyond my understanding. You see, my generation, or at least the folks that were here before this whole thing, were of the opinion that you kill or be killed. There were some nasty shitfaces who didn’t have even the slightest understanding of what it means to be a proper pirate. Anyway, you are the leader of this paradise of ours for a reason. Let’s go to the bloody Babbete’s. And you are goddamn right, I need a place to drink after months on sea, and anyone who will try to attack this place will float belly down.”, she spoke with slight rashness, but followed O’Malley towards the Main Street. She was a good representation of these folks, best that was here anyway. She can’t please everyone, she doesn’t want to, Dez realised that. Still, the seed of poisonous tradition bloomed in the back of her mind, one day it was due to be cut. “By the time we get out of that shithole the bank of Libertalia will be empty”, she chuckled following Johnnie into the cool night.
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Captain "Johnnie" O'Malley
Established
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: 36
Physical Description: Captain O'Malley has a fairly muscular physique from years of rigging and sailing, but still maintains a feminine beauty. She sports high cheek bones, full lips, and a perfect jawline, topped with somewhat messy brown hair, more often than not pulled into a pony-tail behind her head.
So she's really quite attractive, if you dig scars and tattoos of course. Over her right eye and nose are four scars that go from just above her eyebrow to a little under her cheek bone, though that doesn't take from her stunning green eyes.
Her scars continue all around her body, from a slash here and there, to one or two puckers along her shoulder and legs from errant arrows. Though battle worn, she continues the good fight.
Her body is also heavily tattooed, the most visible being a heart just between her eye and ear, along the cheek bone, a decorative piece not unlike a choker around her neck with four points that point outwards, and a tattooed necklace with a heart shaped pendant just above her cleavage.
Over the rest of her body are a myriad of other tattoos, though hidden while wearing long sleeves and clothes.
Clothes and Equipment: Captain O'Malley usually wears a green bandanna over her brown hair that matches her father's green and leather coat which she wears with pride, regardless of the holes and marks in the leather. Under the coat she wears a high collared cloth shirt with a long draw string which she leaves partly open, revealing the locket tattoo and cleavage beneath.
Her pants are soft to the touch and easy to run around in, and a matching green to her shirt and bandanna. Her boots and gloves are a matching pair of light brown, with the boots sporting steel caps, and her gloves having steel studs along the knuckles.
Finally, she wears a fancy belt, and sometimes an eyepatch over her left eye, especially when combat is a possibility.
Allegiances: Libertalia
Registered: Jul 9, 2019 18:50:09 GMT -8
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Post by Captain "Johnnie" O'Malley on Aug 6, 2019 2:19:45 GMT -8
"We aren't pirates anymore, Des," Fiona says as she walks. "That's the important thing. It's fun, but the world around us is growing, and with it the navies. The piracy money is drying up, fun or not, and we have to accept that. That's why we've been trading for forty years."
Johnnie seems unphased by Des' rambling rants, about how great piracy is and how her generation did things different. The captain is used to it, having grown up hearing another rant every other week.
"That's what's wrong with being pirates," she concludes. "There's more risk than reward now." Her green eyes flash over to her freak of a friend. "And Babette's is less of a shithole than your ship, Des. Its MY establishment, remember?"
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Nor Anad (Symphony)
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Roleplay posts: 10
Age: unknown, physically around 32
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Nor is an undead knight summoned by his own willpower. His soul is tied to an ancient magic that summons power from mere willpower. He is an undead human-like being that is fit to be a knight. His magic is a double-edged sword, if he could not focus on keeping himself alive, his soul would eventually wear away and dissipate, killing him off forever.
Nor has dull grey, almost purple eyes. His complexion is usually sour, and expressionless. He has little care of what goes on around him, as interaction takes a small amount of focus from himself. His body is a visual input of his focus, the more dead and rotten it appears the more focus he loses.
He stands at seven feet tall, and has runes painted all over his body. These runes are marking of the ancient spell that ties him to the magic. Nor’s hair his a greyish brown, and usually is rather long.
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Clothes and Equipment: Nor wears a set of full plate armor, and barely takes off his helmet, unless it is required. His armor is mostly plain plate armor, with gambeson and chainmail underneath at the joints. On the crest a rune is carved into the metal and is the most defining feature, when Nor is in armor. When the rare chance Nor is out of his armor, he wears a green roughspun tunic and brown breeches. He wears a hood as well to mainly hide most his face. He wears a sallet helm with painted runes bearing his name.
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Allegiances: Only to himself
Player's online availability : Always in flux
Registered: Jul 29, 2019 17:16:07 GMT -8
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Post by Nor Anad (Symphony) on Aug 23, 2019 14:00:44 GMT -8
Nor Anad walks through the ports. In his head he was repeating the name the barkeep told him, Desdemona....Desdemona...dangerous work....Desdemona...has tendrils....work...I want... He walks around the docks looking for a captain that fits the description he was told.
His plan is to prove his worth and work for the captain as a armed guard or something of the similar. He wasn't to keen on the specifics the more he thinks on it the more focus it could take away from his rune-bound spell that kept him breathing. While he did desire to keep his focus,he did realize he was a better warrior than some farmer or tanner. Although he wasn't armed, so he would need to be a little creative when it came to getting a job.
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Desdemona McHerne
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: Late 30s
Physical Description: Desdemona looks to be a slim figure with a sense of thension about her. The snake-like tendrils replace hair atop her head. Cloud-white eyes bearing no pupils adorn her battle-scarred face. She reaches 185cm/6’ in height due to her tendrils being pointed towards the sky most of the time. Ashen skin tone gradiates into a darker blue towards bottom part of her body. Her movement may seem unnaturally smooth and silent to most. Her voice is usually melodically appealing however, if she raises it beyond normal it will sound as if she damaged her throat.
Clothes and Equipment: ———————————-
Desdemona wears a black coat adorned with golden, eel-like ornaments on shoulders and emerald-green stripes running down her usually rolled sleeves. A scarf of same green is tied on her waist, two black leather belts constricting her coat and scarf. A single elongated rapier weighs on her belt, made customer to both cut and pierce. Knee-high boots locate themselves beneath pants striped with black and white.
Allegiances: The Floating Circus and The Crimson Maggie
Registered: Jul 13, 2019 13:52:31 GMT -8
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Post by Desdemona McHerne on Aug 29, 2019 7:22:37 GMT -8
Desdemona hops down from her ship upon seeing a figure in full plate armor approaching her ship. You could see all kinds of people in Libertalia, her own crew was made out of creatures that most haven’t even dreamt of, yet this seemed somewhat... unfitting. Noticing the glowing rune on their armor, Desdemona lowers her hand to gently hover over her rapier-like cutlass. She glances at the few portion of the crew still on Crimson Maggie, those that did not want to drink their night away, and makes a few steps towards the figure. She stops near the opening of the docks, and leans on one of the wet beams, waiting to see if this figure is passing by or intently walking towards her.
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Nor Anad (Symphony)
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: unknown, physically around 32
Physical Description: ———————————————————————————————————————————————————
Nor is an undead knight summoned by his own willpower. His soul is tied to an ancient magic that summons power from mere willpower. He is an undead human-like being that is fit to be a knight. His magic is a double-edged sword, if he could not focus on keeping himself alive, his soul would eventually wear away and dissipate, killing him off forever.
Nor has dull grey, almost purple eyes. His complexion is usually sour, and expressionless. He has little care of what goes on around him, as interaction takes a small amount of focus from himself. His body is a visual input of his focus, the more dead and rotten it appears the more focus he loses.
He stands at seven feet tall, and has runes painted all over his body. These runes are marking of the ancient spell that ties him to the magic. Nor’s hair his a greyish brown, and usually is rather long.
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Clothes and Equipment: Nor wears a set of full plate armor, and barely takes off his helmet, unless it is required. His armor is mostly plain plate armor, with gambeson and chainmail underneath at the joints. On the crest a rune is carved into the metal and is the most defining feature, when Nor is in armor. When the rare chance Nor is out of his armor, he wears a green roughspun tunic and brown breeches. He wears a hood as well to mainly hide most his face. He wears a sallet helm with painted runes bearing his name.
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Allegiances: Only to himself
Player's online availability : Always in flux
Registered: Jul 29, 2019 17:16:07 GMT -8
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Post by Nor Anad (Symphony) on Aug 29, 2019 8:31:18 GMT -8
Nor looks at the tendrilled figure. The unarmed but armored figure took note of this. To him it matched the description that the barkeep had given him from within the city during the previous knight. Nor walks over to the figure. She certainly appeared like a captain to him. The fancy clothing gave that away. He speaks, his accent unusual and focused on pronunciation rather fluidity. "Des-deh-monah?......" He points to himself, "work....."
The armored knight was awkward when speaking, his voice was rough and slow focused on pronouncing each syllable. He is obviously new to this language, perhaps he knew a different one and was still uncomfortable with this common one.
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Ti'el
Established
Roleplay posts: 23
Age: 19
Physical Description: Tiny and lithe, Ti'el is as spritely as the desert fox that she resembles. Two brown, tall ears sit atop her head in a nest of messy blonde hair. Spots of dark melanin decorate her face, stretching from the inside of her eyes down the bridge of her nose. They also freckle the back of her neck, her arms, and her stomach.
Though her body is predominantly human, her feet do end in dainty paws. Stretching from her lower back is an incredibly fluffy, golden tail with a hazel stripe down the middle.
Her eyes are a dark, washed-out blue, making it difficult to tell whether her pupils are slit or round.
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Registered: Jan 6, 2019 17:48:19 GMT -8
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Post by Ti'el on Sept 19, 2019 16:41:04 GMT -8
The journey had been so long that the anticipation was making her sick! With every wave, Ti'el felt her stomach doing little flips. Even as the tall green shadows stared at her from the shore, the shallow waters and the golden sands that rose up toward the dock ahead took her attention. As they came close enough to the pier, the vulx tossed herself over almost before the sailors had the time to shove out the shore plank, feet scrambling to take hold and dig their claws into the wood.
Once she was on, she rolled over onto her back and waited, not just for Cealene, but for the world to stop moving around her.
At the edges of her vision, she could see the green and brown giants staring down at her, swaying from side to side. Or was it her head swaying from side to side? She couldn't quite tell.
Weakly, she raised a hand to point to those giants, brows pinching together with a million questions, the first of which being "What... are those?"
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Cealene Neassá
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: Looks young
Physical Description: ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Cealene is a rather unimposing young woman, about average height and with a slender build. Her hair has a light brown colour, and her eyes are a piercing green. Although she has beauty, most often she hides it underneath her dark cloak, along with her mysterious past.
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She wears a dark cloak swept around her most of the time and does not appear to be armed.
Cealene does however have a horse that has been with her for a long time.
Registered: May 5, 2019 14:30:45 GMT -8
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Post by Cealene Neassá on Sept 20, 2019 5:45:08 GMT -8
Arrival - finally, Cealene had been watching the harbor slowly approaching for a while and belowdecks her horse had been prepared to be moved. Meanwhile, she waskeeping Ti'el company, trying to reassure her. Once the gangplanks were extended, they soon had solid land under their feet. Cealene's horse was next to be taken off the ship, the poor animal neighing loudly as the sailors tried to help it to the shore.
Cealene herself watched Ti'el worriedly, and extented her hand as help to get up. "Are you allright, Ti'el? You look a bit pale..."Even as she helped the Vulpine up, there was a fresh feeling in their surroundings, one of hope, prosperity and progress, this was a new land to them, and she hoped it would be good.
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Post by libertalianarrator on Sept 20, 2019 14:53:46 GMT -8
Ah, another perfect day in paradise. The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and the waves are as blue as sapphire. What more could anyone want?
Apparently dry land.
Down one of the many docks strides an Av, tall and athletic, with light blue skin, dark hair, and his horns swept right back, denoting his ocean traveller heritage. He sports a fancy little moustache and a small beard that ends in two points, tipped with beads of various colours.
He wears a loose white shirt and a pair of dark green pants, but chooses to go barefoot, revealing the strange build of his kind's feet, but he doesn't seem to care. Perhaps most notable is a patch on his shoulder, sporting the insignia of a certain crew. Looks to be important.
"Ha!" He laughs as he finds the Vulpine laying splayed out on the dock. "Not used to the open seas, eh land lubber? I've always wanted to call someone that."
He puts his hands on his side's and smiles a mischievous smile. "If it wasn't obvious enough, I'd say the pair of yous are new around here. Welcome to Libertalia, ladies! Land of the free, a true paradise on the waves!"
He turns and gestures to the island around them before looking back down at the Vulpine. "You'll find your sea legs soon enough, lass. Dont worry your pretty little head."
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Ti'el
Established
Roleplay posts: 23
Age: 19
Physical Description: Tiny and lithe, Ti'el is as spritely as the desert fox that she resembles. Two brown, tall ears sit atop her head in a nest of messy blonde hair. Spots of dark melanin decorate her face, stretching from the inside of her eyes down the bridge of her nose. They also freckle the back of her neck, her arms, and her stomach.
Though her body is predominantly human, her feet do end in dainty paws. Stretching from her lower back is an incredibly fluffy, golden tail with a hazel stripe down the middle.
Her eyes are a dark, washed-out blue, making it difficult to tell whether her pupils are slit or round.
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Registered: Jan 6, 2019 17:48:19 GMT -8
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Post by Ti'el on Sept 23, 2019 19:29:52 GMT -8
The tiny vulx groaned her answer to Cealene as she leaned her forehead on the woman's shoulder. Her ears flopped forward and pointed to the ground. She would live, but life was never so dizzying before!
A new voice caught the girl's attention. She perked one ear and shifted it in his direction.
"... but... I like my legs," she whined weakly, rolling her head to the side so that she could see who was speaking. They started from his feet and how strange they were! Her own were different from human feet, but at least they both had five toes. This man had... two. No, three? Ti'el could not tell. What she did know was that she'd never seen a person like that in her entire life.
The next thing she noticed was the color, the same as the cloudless sky. Then, these large, smooth things on the man's head that pointed straight back. Her eyes narrowed as she studied him, trying to make sense of everything that he was.
"Lib... Libertalia?" She tested the word on her tongue with uncertainty and exchanged glances with Cealene, hoping she would have answers for everything going on.
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Cealene Neassá
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: Looks young
Physical Description: ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Cealene is a rather unimposing young woman, about average height and with a slender build. Her hair has a light brown colour, and her eyes are a piercing green. Although she has beauty, most often she hides it underneath her dark cloak, along with her mysterious past.
Clothes and Equipment: ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
She wears a dark cloak swept around her most of the time and does not appear to be armed.
Cealene does however have a horse that has been with her for a long time.
Registered: May 5, 2019 14:30:45 GMT -8
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Post by Cealene Neassá on Oct 4, 2019 5:46:50 GMT -8
Cealene gave Ti'el a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder snd then let her eyes inspect the blue thing that was speaking to her, going from the strange feet, taking note of the patch and finally coming to a rest on his horned and mustached head.
"Well, good man, since you've so deftly surmised us to be newcomers, would you care to point us towards a tavern. I think my friend is in need of some rest. Maybe we could speak more of this fair land over something to drink?"
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Post by libertalianarrator on Oct 6, 2019 18:20:56 GMT -8
“Deftly surmised us to be newcomers,” the Av’ repeats, smiling up from his crouched state. “I suppose I will also surmise that you two are of the educated sort. Grand, not enough of you’s wash up around here, I find.” He stands up at his full height, which is really quite tall. “What kind of tavern are ye after?” he asks, hands on his hips. “The largest establishment would be good ol’ Douglas’ Brewhaus. Its where all th’ movers an’ shakers go, can get a wee bit rowdy, but its grand ol’ time.” He gives a winning smile before continuing. “But if ye really are lookin’ fer a rest, there’s a few inns I could take ye to, depending on what sort of cost you’re lookin’ at. We’re a land o’ the free, but you’ve still gotta pay your way. Y'could sleep on the docks or the beach, I know I've done that a few times.”
The man looks back down at the tiny woman who had yet to get up. “An’ I’m sure they’re a fine pair o’ legs, lady, but you’ll have t’ get ‘em used to the waves if ye wanna fit in around here,” he says as he offers a hand down to her. “C’mon you, lets get ye sorted. Don’t make me carry ye now.”
“Name’s Arthur, by the way,” he says, looking between the two. “Well, Artu’Ras, but apparently the people outside my own kind find Arthur easier to say. Just not Arty.” He flashes a wide grin at the two again.
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Ti'el
Established
Roleplay posts: 23
Age: 19
Physical Description: Tiny and lithe, Ti'el is as spritely as the desert fox that she resembles. Two brown, tall ears sit atop her head in a nest of messy blonde hair. Spots of dark melanin decorate her face, stretching from the inside of her eyes down the bridge of her nose. They also freckle the back of her neck, her arms, and her stomach.
Though her body is predominantly human, her feet do end in dainty paws. Stretching from her lower back is an incredibly fluffy, golden tail with a hazel stripe down the middle.
Her eyes are a dark, washed-out blue, making it difficult to tell whether her pupils are slit or round.
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Registered: Jan 6, 2019 17:48:19 GMT -8
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Post by Ti'el on Oct 12, 2019 18:58:43 GMT -8
"Are there different kinds?" asked Ti'el about the taverns. She had heard Cealene speak of these places before. They were like the cabins in the boat, but larger, and they didn't rock back and forth so much.
Continuing to listen to this stranger as her stomach decided to lay still, at last, she focused on the little features of his face, the textures of his horns, the way he sat, or stood, or leaned one way or another. Some of it was like the sailors they had spent their time with in the past week, but the rest was uniquely his own.
Grabbing onto Cealene's arm she attempted to read her face and to show her own pinched brows and pursed lips. She was certainly curious- it was the face Ti'el always put on when she was thinking about something harder than she needed to. Her tail twitched gently.
"I am Ti'el," she told the Av', grabbing his hand with her own. Her fingers ended in tiny black nails, something between human and fox, extending barely above the tips. They weren't sharp, but given some pressure, they would come in handy for climbing.
Pulling on his hand, she raised herself to her feet. "Cealene spoke of swimming but the water is... scary." He tail tucked between her legs, ears flattening against her head briefly.
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