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Post by libertalianarrator on Nov 9, 2019 22:02:42 GMT -8
The O’Malley Manor, built just a few short years into Libertalia’s history by none other than its founding father, Captain Francis O’Malley, is the seat of power for the island, much like a king’s castle or a minister’s parliament. It is here that most national business is conducted and where the major decisions are made that affect the daily lives of all those that call it home.
More importantly, it is also the home of Captain Joanne “Johnnie” O’Malley, the leader of the island paradise that is Libertalia.
The large building overlooks the town below, its front facing south down the main road and towards the docks beyond. It has three stories to it, ending in stout roof, with the majority of the building being built from stone. It features tall windows on every level, and above the grand double doors and the steps leading up to it, stands a grand balcony. The building itself seems to be built from three buildings, a central section, and two flanking, more square-like structures, not uncommon of colonial buildings of the time it was built.
The back of the building is rarely seen to the public eye, nestled in among the cliffs that make up the foothills of Libertalia’s central mountainous regions, where the fauna and a large waterfall cascades down into a beautiful garden. The waterfall leads into a man made, shallow pool, which drains into one of the island’s many rivers. Most of the garden is visible from most interior rooms, which form an almost horse-shoe around the lush gardens and cliff face.
Inside, the building is humble, yet very well decorated. Most finishings are a fine wood, with a long carpet moving through each hallway, but leaving a foot of wood between the carpet and floor. The entry way is likely the most grand, a sizable room that goes from the ground floor, all the way to the top, with a grand staircase sitting in the middle of it. Paintings hang on the walls all around the manor, but the largest is a portrait of Captain Francis O’Malley, hung a the top of the grand stairs before it splits off to continue upwards.
On the west side of the building sit the bedchambers, grand and beautifully maintained, the largest of which being the master suite. Each bedchamber has its own balcony which looks out over the jungles and beaches that run down the hills, then out into the ocean, where one can watch the sun set over the horizon.
To the eastern side of the building, one would find the O’Malley study, where both captains had and still do spend most of their time, planning, plotting, and thinking about their many options or ideas for the continuation of their island home. This side of the building also has notable rooms such as the library, workshop, and training rooms.
The lower floors consist of a dining hall, the kitchen, a reading room, anything anyone could want from a manor fit for a governor or a captain of O’Malley’s stature.
The grounds outside are well maintained by a group of talented gardeners. Once off the main road, one would have to pass through the O’Malley gates and onto the captain’s land by following a hedge-lined pathway towards the building and around a statue dedicated to the founder himself.
The leader of an island paradise surely deserves a slice of paradise for themselves, no?
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Captain "Johnnie" O'Malley
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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 Dec 11, 2019 20:28:14 GMT -8
The day had wound down quite nicely around the island, the mess by the tide pools had been cleared and the drinks had flown for the fighters, spending their reward at the various pubs, gambling houses, and brothels around the town.
At the manor it's a different tale, however. Iron Bill had safely deposited the Neried into the manor's large, waterfall fed pool, filled with fresh, clean water from deep inside the mountains beyond. Though a guard had been posted, Iron Bill sits under the water's surface, not far from Dione, keeping a silent vigil. The only movement that comes from the armour is a small bubble escaping it's cracks on a rare occasion.
As night turns back into day, the warm tropical sun rises over the island, first streaking through the dense palms, then it bathes the large pool and patio with its warm glow, perfect for a swim, or in the captain's case, working on her tan.
Just outside the pool, she lays on a lounge, wearing little more than a wrap around her chest and rolled up pants, basking her toned, scarred, and tattooed body in the sun's glow. Even her dark blonde hair is set free from its usual ponytail and bandana. Not far, Fontaine does the same, but she seems to be reading a large tome, while the captain appears to possibly be napping, considering her arm is over her closed eyes.
The sun streaks through the pool's water, raising the temperature ever so slightly. Iron Bill doesn't seem to mind at all as his glowing faceplate continues to watch over Dione. Though the Captain had thought about it, she decided against any chains or restraints for the Nereid, partly due to her values, but also because of Bill's insistence that she wasn't like the others.
They could only hope the clean mountain spring water would heal the strange creature, at least enough to the point they could ask questions.
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Dione
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Roleplay posts: 25
Physical Description: Dione's appearance is ever-changing due to her nature as a Nereid. All her forms are related to the ocean and her previous life as a human woman, whether it be frightening or beautiful, decorated in fins, coral, anemone, tentacles, or teeth. If there is any common ground in her appearance, it's the delicate features of the human face she once had. A pair of thin, mischievous eyes and a recurring, one-sided smirk are seldom amiss on the nereid's face.
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Post by Dione on Dec 12, 2019 12:31:47 GMT -8
Over the next day, they would notice that the nereid's leg had stopped its bleeding altogether. The wound whited out, but not in the same way human wounds did. Looking closely, they would see small cilia reaching out and building atop one another, the same that starfish did when growing back a limb. Her heartbeat was strong and steady. All she needed was time, and eventually, time was kind.
At noon, when the sun was highest in the sky, her eyes blinked open. She sat up suddenly, splashing through the water with some urgency as she tried to get her bearings. She looked to the left, to the right, eyes landing on Captain O'Malley. Her first thought was to flee, but as she turned around to find out how exactly she could do that, she came to the swift realization that she was in no position to do that.
She turned back to the pirate woman, wide-eyed and fearful.
"Where am I?"
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Captain "Johnnie" O'Malley
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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 Dec 15, 2019 15:37:40 GMT -8
The Captain opens her eyes at the sound of splashing, but doesn't move. It seems the guest has finally woken up! She waits for a few moments so the Nereid can settle down, knowing full well she could swim for the outlet on the opposite end of the pool to the waterfall, leading to one of the many rivers on Libertalia, but something tells her the guest wouldn't go for it just yet.
"The O'Malley Manor," the Captain says before finally moving her arm from her face, and sits up, revealing the extensive set of tattoos and scars along her chest and shoulders, painted across her well-maintained physique. "Safest place in Libertalia, lass." With that she stands and dusts herself off, then walks over to the pool and sits on its edge, letting her legs dip into the water. "No need t' be afraid, lady Dione, I'm no' here t' hurt you, or keep you from your freedom. You needed t' heal someplace they wouldn't get you."
She sits back, supported by her outstretched hands. "And I have questions, but they can wait until you're comfortable. All healed up now, are you?"
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Dione
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Roleplay posts: 25
Physical Description: Dione's appearance is ever-changing due to her nature as a Nereid. All her forms are related to the ocean and her previous life as a human woman, whether it be frightening or beautiful, decorated in fins, coral, anemone, tentacles, or teeth. If there is any common ground in her appearance, it's the delicate features of the human face she once had. A pair of thin, mischievous eyes and a recurring, one-sided smirk are seldom amiss on the nereid's face.
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Post by Dione on Dec 17, 2019 16:14:15 GMT -8
Though wary, the nereid seemed to understand that they could have just killed her, hurt her, done anything else if they had any ill intention. She nodded and pulled up her leg, looking at the cilia work away at the wound.
"Not completely, but soon enough," she told the captain. "I can answer questions. Clear my name-" She turned around, looked beneath the water, eying the golem slumbering below. Her skin shimmered briefly with scales before sinking away into her skin. "And perhaps I should say thanks. I wouldn't have been able to survive with another Stalker swimming around."
She turned again, looking O'Malley in the face.
"What do you want to know?"
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Captain "Johnnie" O'Malley
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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 Dec 24, 2019 3:49:52 GMT -8
Johnnie gives a nod and a wink at the thanks, grinning a toothy grin. “S’alright,” she says. “I’d be a shite leader if I didn’t help out on occasion. Besides…” She lifts a long leg out of the water, water dripping from her tattooed skin. “I needed t’ stretch me legs.” She slips her leg back under the water, and looks Dione over for a moment.
“Alright,” she begins, sitting forward and looking Dione in the eye. “First of all, what’s a gorgeous creature like you doin in my waters?” she asks. “And speakin’ of creature, what’s this Nereid Bill keeps talkin’ about? He said your kind are dangerous, but no’ you. Now, I trust the big lad with my life, so I’m takin’ his word that you’re not goin’ t’ be a threat t’ me, but I still wanna know more.”
“Then you can tell me ‘bout that creature those sailors killed down at the pools,” she continues, leaning with her elbows on her knees. “Since there’s apparently one more, I gotta know what we’re dealin’ with.”
“Then?” she says, leaning back again. “Then its your turn t’ ask questions, if y’ have any. Those around you?” she says, looking to Bill, her guards, then Fontaine. “We’re open books. Ask and we’ll answer, sounds fair t’ me.”
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Dione
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Roleplay posts: 25
Physical Description: Dione's appearance is ever-changing due to her nature as a Nereid. All her forms are related to the ocean and her previous life as a human woman, whether it be frightening or beautiful, decorated in fins, coral, anemone, tentacles, or teeth. If there is any common ground in her appearance, it's the delicate features of the human face she once had. A pair of thin, mischievous eyes and a recurring, one-sided smirk are seldom amiss on the nereid's face.
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Post by Dione on Dec 27, 2019 20:49:54 GMT -8
Dione nodded, then took in a deep breath.
"Long ago, I used to be a sailor. We hunted monsters, explored new worlds, but were only at home on the open seas. One day I went out alone, thought I saw something out at the coast..." She trailed off briefly, eyes flickering away from O'Malley to stare at the swirling water. "It was a trap. I was ambushed by rival ships and run through with a sword." She looked up into the pirate's eyes again. "I died that day. They shoved me off the side of the ship in ribbons."
The nereid raised her hands in front of her face, as though holding someone else's. "But... there was warmth. I remember it as though it happened yesterday. Someone laid their lips to mine and breathed into my lungs, but it wasn't the crispness of the air-"
She smirked.
"It was as salty as the sea."
Turning, she extended her arms above her, fingers running along her skin, covering them in a plethora of colored scales. "When I woke up, I was like this. Anything I willed, I became so long as it came from the water." She flipped a hand over, webbing the spots between her fingers. She then sat on the edge, next to O'Malley, and lifted her legs, which were suddenly fused into a long, serpentine tail. With a laugh, she hopped back in.
"I wasn't told, but when I awoke I simply knew I had two choices to make: I could either hunt down my murderers and avenge myself, thus becoming a cursed nereid, or I could help warn those I left behind and help them escape and do so for the rest of my days, becoming blessed." She shrugged. "I chose the latter. It is said that one day it will pay off and I'll get my legs back. It's been quite a long time now. What's it been, forty years? Fifty? Perhaps more." There was sadness in her voice, but also a willingness. Hope.
"As for the stalkers? They're animals. For a while, I thought they were cursed nereids, but I was wrong. They do not sing, but they're smart. If they want to badly enough, they can learn speech, but most do not pursue it. They're such good hunters they get bored, but they also hate it when anything gets in their space, be it sailors, sharks, or other stalkers; they don't care. Have you ever met something so hungry, so angry, but also so patient it would wait days at the bottom of a boat for someone to so much as dip a leg in to drag him under? Not so different from a human gone mad."
Dione raked her fingers through her thick hair, breaking her gaze for the third time. "I can kill one, and usually they try to avoid my kind. They're not known to travel together, so they took me off guard. I don't think they wanted to eat me, else they wouldn't have followed me for so many leagues."
Up again, looking at O'Malley.
"I've heard a little about you here and there. What do you do here?"
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Captain "Johnnie" O'Malley
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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 Dec 27, 2019 21:23:53 GMT -8
Johnnie listens intently as the Nereid speaks, distracted only by her form as she shifts and changes. Amazed by her ability? Or hungry from her beauty? Perhaps both? Either way, she remains quiet, even as Iron Bill rises from the water at the far end.
The images of Dione's journey cross her mind, imagining such events. Such barbarity on the ocean isn't unheard of, in fact many accuse her of such dealings, but it's usually the Sea Dragon falling into a trap, yet she remains afloat and undefeated. Perhaps some of the dogs she's put down in her time were the crew that killed her? Perhaps her father had sunk them in his journeys? She would have to consult the old log books, where both captains have recorded their wins, and the names of the sunken ships and their captains.
The captain let's out a small whistle after Dione finishes, shifting again and laying on her side by the pool, head propped up. "One hell of a story, Dione," she says, eyes not leaving the Nereid's. "I'll find out if there's truth to it in time, I'm sure, but for now I'm willin' t' believe you. I've seen madder things out on the waves." She nods over to Iron Bill who had joined them quietly. "Like my boy Bill here. My own Stalker Buster, I'm sure."
The iron dive suit rumbles in reply. Something tells ol' Johnnie that it wasn't Bill's first run in with a stalker, and now it likely wouldn't be the last. Fine by her, the more Bill shows off, the safer she feels.
Her attention shifts back to Dione. Where else would it be with eyes like that? "With him and you, if you'd like t' join us, the Stalkers won't be a problem, if you can indeed kill one yourself," the captain says with a wink.
Then she sits up again, and quickly gets to her feet, striking a bit of a pose, making herself look like a grand heroine. "My name is Captain Joanne O'Malley, daughter of the feared and respected pirate lord Francis O'Malley. Captain and leader of Libertalia." She lets out a small laugh and deflates her pose, before sitting down again. "But call me Johnnie. This is my island, and this here," she gestures to the manor around them. "This is my home."
She dips her legs back into the water and smiles. "As for what I do? I run this island and lead the people on it, and when I'm not making us look good to everyone else beyond the seas, I celebrate my freedom and bein' alive, with drink, food, the company of fine lads and lassies, and a good fight on occasion." She gives the nereid a wink and grins. "Y'couldnt have washed up on a better island, my beautiful friend. Libertalia's one hell of a paradise."
"Here's one for you," she says, gesturing back to Dione. "Y' don't seek revenge. I get it, better not become… uh… corrupted, I suppose. What are y' after then? Perhaps we could help each other out, eh? We can help with the revenge thing, that sounds easy, if you change your mind."
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Dione
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Roleplay posts: 25
Physical Description: Dione's appearance is ever-changing due to her nature as a Nereid. All her forms are related to the ocean and her previous life as a human woman, whether it be frightening or beautiful, decorated in fins, coral, anemone, tentacles, or teeth. If there is any common ground in her appearance, it's the delicate features of the human face she once had. A pair of thin, mischievous eyes and a recurring, one-sided smirk are seldom amiss on the nereid's face.
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Post by Dione on Dec 28, 2019 20:13:23 GMT -8
Ah, so she was a buccaneer! Not quite the lawless pirates that had ransacked her home. She nodded in understanding, keeping mind that the large man in the iron suit revealing herself. Her memories were foggy, but she could remember him. In fact, she was quite sure he was the one holding the harpoon that tore her from her previous form. A flash of tiny red spikes flushed down her form the way gooseflesh would.
She looked around the manor this time, really looked, and let out a whistle to mimic the captain's. "A swell place you have. This is the second time I've been inside somewhere in the past few decades. And on the same island, at that! Perhaps you're right about washing up in the right place." It was certainly fancy. Dione had never seen anything quite like it.
"As for revenge? They're long dead by now. I gave my people a fair warning and the fleet was strong. And, well, I don't quite enjoy driving people mad with songs in such a way that they kill themselves. It's gruesome, even if it is effective. I laid waste to that part of my blessing long ago when I chose redemption. Now, I have the power to pass on this gift, give someone a second chance. Don't you think that's nice? I imagine sailing with you might allow me the safety to do this-" She glared over at the seafaring suit.
"-granted no one drives a weapon through my flesh and whips me onto land like fresh meat."
In the same vein of thinking, two figures flashed by her memory, popping her eyes open wide. She urged herself over to Johnnie and planted her hands on either side of the pirate queen, lifting herself up to her level.
"I nearly forgot! Those two youngsters that came to my aid: are they alright!?"
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Captain "Johnnie" O'Malley
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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 Dec 29, 2019 5:15:38 GMT -8
“Swell? That’s a new one,” Johnnie murmurs as she follows Dione’s eyes across her home. Majestic? Fantastic? Beautiful? Oh absolutely, but swell? That’s an interesting thought, and a word she doesn't often hear around Libertalia. "I can show you around the inside later, if you'd like," she continues. "It's even better on the inside."
Before she can reply to anything more, she's suddenly eye to eye with Dione and really quite close, not that she's complaining. She blinks in surprise, then smirks. "People don't get this close t' me unless they're lookin' for a punch, or a kiss," she says. "An' I ain't in a punchin' mood." She doesn't move however as she continues. "All those who fought the beasts have been compensated fer their work, with gold, includin' yer two friends. From what I've been told, they'll be jus' fine."
"Now, don't go givin' me no gifts," she continues, now having a moment to speak. "Not of the shape shifting kind, I'm happy bein' me, and I'm glad you aren't the singin' sort, we keep a close eye on any siren types around here. They make folk… uneasy, t'say the least." One of her calloused, sailing hands rests on Dionne's for a moment. "And I've seen y' fight, and you've got talents nobody else around here have. Plus you're a damn fine lookin' lady, so I'd be more than happy t' have y' on my crew."
She looks past the Nereid for a moment, towards Iron Bill who shifts a little awkwardly. "Apologies fer the fishin' mishap, too. We didn't know what was goin' on, or who the good guy was. You'll be safe from Bill, he won't hurt who I don't tell him to hurt."
A slight rumble comes from the iron suit before he lets out a low "Sorry."
The Captain's attention shifts back to Dione. "So you on board?"
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Dione
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Roleplay posts: 25
Physical Description: Dione's appearance is ever-changing due to her nature as a Nereid. All her forms are related to the ocean and her previous life as a human woman, whether it be frightening or beautiful, decorated in fins, coral, anemone, tentacles, or teeth. If there is any common ground in her appearance, it's the delicate features of the human face she once had. A pair of thin, mischievous eyes and a recurring, one-sided smirk are seldom amiss on the nereid's face.
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Post by Dione on Jan 2, 2020 17:55:26 GMT -8
The woman laughed. "Perhaps that's a nereid saying; similar to the swell of the ocean, high tide is always preferable." She made a wave motion with her arm.
"And, well, I can't be giving you any gifts. You're not dead at sea. I can't give the gift of life to someone who still has it!" She paused when she heard about the sirens, tapping her lips. They formed into a slight frown. Her being who she was would make folk uneasy. She'd already seen how Noma reacted. What her father saw in her. Even if she had been human once, it was quite apparent that she was something else entirely now.
When she looked back at Bill, she crushed her reservations. Perhaps he was much in the same boat. It was why he attacked her.
All the same, Johnnie was more than happy to have her along.
"I've never been known to hold a grudge for long," she told Bill with a tilted smile. She still felt uneasy, but she couldn't imagine he was going to try and kill her anytime soon. With that in mind, she faced the pirate queen.
"Very well. But there's one place I'd like to visit on the way!"
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Captain "Johnnie" O'Malley
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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 Jan 2, 2020 18:18:12 GMT -8
Though a little disappointed that her advances didn't land, it doesn't dishearten the Captain, who maintains a wide, bright smile. The reaction about sirens gives her a chuckle though. "Hey, don't worry, just don't go singing through the streets. You'll be fine otherwise, just ask Alaris." She hooks a thumb at her partner, who smiles and waves happily.
Happy to see Bill and Dione getting along, she pulls her tattooed legs from the water and stands. "Alright then," she says with a grin. "Glad to hear it, Dione. Bill's one of the most key members of my crew, keeps the rabble rousers in check, and, well, he's a good friend." She leans down and offers a hand to the Nereid. "Where are y' wantin' to stop?" She asks. "We aren't goin' far, the tour starts right here."
Behind her, the gorgeous elf woman puts her book down and pulls the front of her blouse closed, now that they are to be on the move. She walks barefoot towards the pair and stands dutifully beside her captain, a smile on her sculpted cheeks.
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Dione
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Roleplay posts: 25
Physical Description: Dione's appearance is ever-changing due to her nature as a Nereid. All her forms are related to the ocean and her previous life as a human woman, whether it be frightening or beautiful, decorated in fins, coral, anemone, tentacles, or teeth. If there is any common ground in her appearance, it's the delicate features of the human face she once had. A pair of thin, mischievous eyes and a recurring, one-sided smirk are seldom amiss on the nereid's face.
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Registered: Jul 26, 2019 13:21:41 GMT -8
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Post by Dione on Jan 12, 2020 19:44:59 GMT -8
The nereid could read the captain's face well and almost smiled. It would have given her away, so she kept it silent; the least she could do is spend any amount of time and a proper meal with her, first!
She eyed Alaris, the spokes working through her head. Tapping her lips, she nodded to the other woman. What a strange congregation of people very much like her, yet so unalike her. How long had it been that somewhere like this suddenly sprunt up and attracted so motley a community?
"Well, there are other nereids, like me. Some of them have been given gifts," she began, watching Alaris' approach. "Some of those can allow me to swim through the air, and since I can't walk on land... it seemed fairly ideal! One of the groups have all ascended and rid themselves of the blessing and are living their last mortal lives, but the artifacts are still at sea. They call to me, and I suspect they call other nereids. I would like to get there before they can."
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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 Jan 12, 2020 20:33:35 GMT -8
The Captain raises an eyebrow and looks to Alaris for a moment, who merely shrugs in reply. She didn’t get it either. Johnnie squats down by the water’s edge, elbows on her knees, and cocks her head at the Nereid, parsing that information for a moment. “So y’ can’t go running about on land,” she says, then falls backwards onto her rump and slips her legs back into the water, not caring that the legs of her pants are now soaked through. “And if I’m understandin’ y’ right, you need an artefact t’ do so. If you’re hearin’ said artefact, then it ain’t goin’ t’ be far.”
She considers all this for a moment as Alaris squats down and begins rubbing Johnnie’s shoulders. There’s an appreciative smile, but no words exchanged as Johnnie thinks about it all. “Well, Dione,” she finally says. “I’m a bit of an artefact collector meself, so I can appreciate your desire fer it. Ones of great power, specifically.” She looks into the water at the beautiful nereid, her eyes lingering for a brief moment on her naked form, making a note that she might need a uniform. “So here’s the deal. I’ll help y’ get this artefact,” she says, a grin across her face. “An’ in return, y’ join my crew, help me find more artefacts, an’ join me fer dinner, eh?” That last one gets an amused smirk from Alaris. Of course…
Johnnie grins as she offers Dione her hand. “Deal? If it's not far, we’ll head off immediately. Small crew, quick expedition. Might help me find a place fer you in my crew. Impress enough, there might be a seat at the captain’s table with yer name on it.”
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Dione
Established
Roleplay posts: 25
Physical Description: Dione's appearance is ever-changing due to her nature as a Nereid. All her forms are related to the ocean and her previous life as a human woman, whether it be frightening or beautiful, decorated in fins, coral, anemone, tentacles, or teeth. If there is any common ground in her appearance, it's the delicate features of the human face she once had. A pair of thin, mischievous eyes and a recurring, one-sided smirk are seldom amiss on the nereid's face.
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Post by Dione on Feb 11, 2020 14:52:42 GMT -8
"So I would like to think. I never went artifact hunting before; not for one of our own. I've retrieved items for buccaneers in the past or helped them, but they weren't mine to keep, nor did I find them valuable. This time things are different. You'll be figuring things out as I do."
Dione ran a hand through her thick hair and pulled it over her shoulder, fiddling with the tunnels of curls that wound themselves in every direction. "I can accept those terms. Dinner might have to be different than you're used to, but we can speak about that later." She let go of her hair to grab onto Johnnie's hand, giving it a firm grip.
"Deal, O'Malley. I'll prove my worth to this crew."
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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 Feb 13, 2020 18:50:37 GMT -8
Johnnie seems a little transfixed by the woman playing with her hair, something she doesn't often find herself doing, but she quickly snaps out of it. Damn these merfolk and sirens, why did they do this to her? She'll take out those alluring feelings out on Alaris later, she's certain of it. Must be the hair.
As Dione grabs her hand, Johnnie chuckles lightly. "Grand so!" She says with a wide grin. Her own grip is tight and her hand slightly callused from years of pulling rope and gripping her ship's wheel as she sails. "Welcome t' the crew, you gorgeous woman, you. We could use another ocean dweller, Iron Bill's good, but another pair of eyes under the waves would do us a world of good, if I do say so."
She lets go and stands up on dry land again. "Don't worry too much about odd trinkets or bits o' wee loot. Anything you find that's not what I'm lookin' for is yours t' keep, my darlin', and if it is something I'm after, you'll be handsomely rewarded. I'm a fair captain, but I get what I'm after, no two ways about it."
The Captain looks Dione over once more, then smirks. “And… as much as I enjoy seein’ you in your natural beauty, all in the buff and what have ya, y’ may wont t’ consider some clothes. Can’t have your tremendous natural assets distractin’ me men, can I?” she asks with a short laugh. “Its fine around us, we can work while distracted.” Alaris just rolls her eyes at that with an amused smirk.
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Dione
Established
Roleplay posts: 25
Physical Description: Dione's appearance is ever-changing due to her nature as a Nereid. All her forms are related to the ocean and her previous life as a human woman, whether it be frightening or beautiful, decorated in fins, coral, anemone, tentacles, or teeth. If there is any common ground in her appearance, it's the delicate features of the human face she once had. A pair of thin, mischievous eyes and a recurring, one-sided smirk are seldom amiss on the nereid's face.
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Post by Dione on Feb 20, 2020 17:01:13 GMT -8
"Easy to sort through what's important and what's paltry when you get to my age," the nereid joked. "Magical things are drawn to one another. I'll have no problem finding these artifacts."
When O'Malley spoke of her attire or lack thereof, Dione could only hold her hands up to her face in shame. "It's been a while, I suppose. Down below there's no real need for clothes. Weighs you down. Even so, I can-" She raised her hands, pressed them to her neck, then ran them down the length of her body, conjuring a dress of seagrass that grew right out of her skin. She added lilies about the shoulders, white and stark against her skin.
"No need to provide. It wouldn't hold up much beneath the waves."
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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 Feb 22, 2020 19:19:00 GMT -8
Your age? So this nereid is an older one. Johnnie can’t be too surprised, her beloved Alaris is closer to one hundred than she is Johnnie’s age, but she’s an elf. Nereid must age similarly, and that’s to say at a snail’s pace. Such is the nature of magical folks, unlike her who has maybe sixty years left if she stays healthy. Not the time to have an existential crisis now, is it.
“I guess I must be magical if I’m so drawn t’ you,” Johnnie says with a wink and a small laugh. The endless flirt, this one, and oftentimes it's turned out in her favour. It worked on Alaris a good ten years prior, and that turned out to be one of the best things she’s ever done. Every time after that? Well, they were for the most parts quite fun indeed. “If y’ can indeed take us t’ such magical things, your place on the crew will be as solid as the ground we landlubbers dwell on.”
The captain steps back as she watches Dione’s naked body slowly be covered up in some sort of seaweed or some such. “No need fer that in private…” she mumbles, then snaps back to reality. “Ahem. Right, that works. Glad t’ know me own clothes aren’t goin’ t’ be ruined by th’ open waters.”
She looks between Dione and Alaris, then claps her hands. “Right! Fontaine and I ‘ave gotta get ourselves all geared up, we can’t conjure our equipment like you can… unless…?” she looks to Fontaine, who merely shrugs and shakes her head. “Nevermind. We’ll meet y’ here in an hour an’ we’ll head off t’ me ship an’ set sail.” Her attention shifts to Iron Bill who’s remained nearby, watching. “Bill’ll get y’ to the ship no problem. He’s a water golem o’ sorts, he’ll set the road ahead for y’.”
Dione might recognise a water golem from her time in the sea and… well, Bill isn’t one, but its not clear what he really is. There’s something odd about him, to be sure.
“Why an hour?” she asks before anyone else can. “Got to get a small portion o’ me crew together and get the ship ready. Its a tough life bein’ a captain, so it is.”
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