Kuroka
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 34
Physical Description:
Kuroka stands at 5'3" and weighs 105lbs. The most striking feature, atop her head, is two prominent cat-like ears. If one looks upon her long, they'd find two-three foot cat-like tails jutting from beneath her kimono.
Her black hair curtains her face, and goes down past her shoulders, to about the middle of her back. Her eyes are a yellow, with slit pupils, much like a cat.
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Clothes and Equipment:
Aside from her black kimono, yellow obi, and the golden beads that wrap around her hips, and a simple canvas bag that holds her belongings, there is not much she has on her.
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Player's online availability : Fridays, Weekends
Registered: Jun 19, 2018 14:17:05 GMT -8
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Post by Kuroka on Sept 17, 2018 10:47:48 GMT -8
Kuroka situated herself so her back was against the mast, keeping her eyes on the distant horizon. Her hand, ""accidentally"" rubbed the inside of his thigh while she was searching for the mast, so she could give herself more support and balance on the swaying ship. Wrapping her hand on the wood, she swayed with the movement of the ship.
"I can find it in my heart to forgive you, if you find your way into our bed tonight." She peered back up at him, smiling. "Don't keep me waiting." Then she looked back at the horizon, a hand clenching her kimono closed from the wind.
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Gerald Neumann
Committed
Roleplay posts: 51
Age: 37
Physical Description: Stands at 5'11", lean and muscular with sinewy arms. Gerald has pale blue eyes, his reddish hair is kept short and keeps cleanly shaven when possible, with the exception of his side muttons chops. Gerald has no visible scars, two small gold ring piercings in his ears, and a few tattoos. Those being: A small nautical star for good luck on the right side of his chest, his initials in a decorative script on his right breast, a plain black anchor on his left forearm, a red and blue swallow on his right bicep, and a large depiction of a mermaid half out of water, long locks covering her bare chest, across his back.
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Clothes and Equipment: A dirty white and loose fitting blouse with red horizontal strips covered by a thin brown leather vest with red vertical strips. Brown gloves to keep his hands warm, but finger-less to enable more precision when tying knots. Trousers that are brown wool and stained by the salty sea, and thick black leather boots.
He carries a cutlass on his hip, a hatchet tucked in his trouser's waistband, and a dagger hidden in his right boot. His other miscellaneous equipment includes a basic compass, two water skins(one for holding liquor) and some personal items such as a deck of playing cards and ten dice.
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Registered: Mar 26, 2018 15:55:45 GMT -8
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Post by Gerald Neumann on Sept 18, 2018 16:02:50 GMT -8
Gerald smirked when he felt Kuroka's small hand touch the inner part of his thigh. He found it hard to believe her hand found its way by his 'package' on accident. After her words, he glanced back down at her and matched her smile with one of his own. "Of course, my darling. I look forward to it, in fact." Gerald let out a small chuckle then as his own eyes returned to the horizon. He suspected many a sailor would be woken up by the sounds of a mewling kitten later.
For the rest of the morning and late into the afternoon, the duo simply sat there together, watching the horizon over the sea. The winds stayed calm the entire day and the heat from the sun bore down on them.
Later that evening, while Kuroka was getting ready for bed, he kissed her on the forehead and whispered "I'll be right back, before you fall asleep", and then rummaged around in his sack for those two gold bars he had. Piling his utilities next to Kuroka on his cot, trusting her to guard his stuff, he marched through the corridors to Captain Walworth's quarters, trusting he'd still be awake.
He knocked on the door frame and then looked down at the bars in his hand. They were oval in shape, not thick and beveled like most countries' bullion seemed to be these days, but thin with rounded edges. On one side was a seal depicting two galleys rowing into the sunset, and on the reverse side was a large city situated in front of the rising sun. The City of Gold. Gerald carefully ran his thumb over the engraving of the city. The remnants of his last voyage, all that remained of his ship's wreck.
Sucking in a breath, he entered the captain's quarters.
"Cap'n, about our earlier talk this morning. You wanted to know what sets Al Dorando apart from all the other 'myths' and whether or not I was sun mad, well, here. This be my proof, cap'n. Gold from the City itself." Gerald lad both bars down upon Henry's desk, atop all the charts and maps that were there. Straightening up, he looked down at Walworth expectantly.
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Henry Walworth
Committed
Roleplay posts: 69
Age: 34
Physical Description: If one were to tell you Henry was a pirate, you would believe that person almost immediately. Something about his tall bearing, the gruffness of voice, the gray hairs starting to penetrate his usually copper mane and well kept beard and mustache, not to mention the scars that crease his face, all scream rogue.
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Clothes and Equipment: Henry usually wears a tan luxurious silken robe and brown breeches, with a white shirt underneath, all secured with a crimson red sash and a brown leather belt. His two handed saber rests in its scabbard attached to his belt, along with his long, thin dagger. When on land and in battle, he wears his brown leather boots, but while at sea, he prefers to be barefoot to grip onto the slippery deck better.
For battle, he wears a blackened burgonet to protect his head, and a blackened cuirass to protect his torso. He also dons leather gloves, with large steel studs sowed onto the knuckles.
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Registered: Mar 25, 2018 18:46:43 GMT -8
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Post by Henry Walworth on Sept 18, 2018 17:25:19 GMT -8
Walworth had been busy behind his desk, recalculating the amount of foodstuffs they would need for bringing another mouth on board. It might seem like a triviality, but thinking about the meals one would eat for an extended voyage at sea, the amount of ingested food added up to a rather phenomenal figure. He was personally thinking about setting that extra mouth adrift, though he banished the thought as soon as he looked up at her as she sat perched on the stool in the corner of the room.
He was distracted from gawking at Minx by the rather sudden arrival of his first mate. He was about to demand of Gerald if he had been invited to his quarters, but that quickly was smothered by the glint of two bars of gold. He picked up one bar, weighing it to determine if it was indeed gold. Satisfied, he studied the bar, to determine if it was perhaps a Zephyr or Rondon or even Isran bar, but it didn't bear the royal seals of any three kingdoms.
Finally, he set it down and asked Gerald, "And how in the hells do you know where it is and are still aboard my ship, instead of living in an estate?"
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Minx
Committed
Roleplay posts: 52
Age: 23
Physical Description: Minx stands at a minuscule 5'2" and is commonly described as a slip of a human being. With her size and stature it's quite easy for her to slip in and out of places- often resulting in some interesting compromising positions. Her silverly white hair is often to be seen in a disheveled mess constantly falling into her clear blue eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Whatever brought in the most customers to the tavern is typically what Minx would find herself wearing. Which usually consisted of a blouse hemmed short and cut in a a way that left very little to the imagination. She prefers trousers, merely because they were easier to move in and safer when surrounded by wandering hands. For that though, she also has a dagger, her father left behind for her. That and her mother's silver choker and crystal blue earrings are her most prized possessions.
Player's online availability : Whenever I'm awake! ^-^
Registered: Sept 9, 2018 21:33:45 GMT -8
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Post by Minx on Sept 18, 2018 20:28:57 GMT -8
Minx had been sitting rather uncomfortably in the corner of Walworth's quarters on her little stool, not quite sure what to do. She had hoped she might have escaped notice or a second thought from captain around supper, but it was then that he had reminded her, none too gently that she was to be sharing his quarters with him. She didn't know what to think really after that odd brief moment of tenderness. But she did know it was probably for the best not to anger the man who could very well toss her overboard without a second thought. But for some reason he seemed just intent on staring at her.
She had checked her reflection in the port hole at least 6 times in the past hour! There wasn't any stray remnants of her dinner on her face, at least by her guess. So why was he staring so intently?!
She was grateful when his attention was finally diverted by the strange man who barged in abruptly. Her gratitude melded into shock though, just moments later as her mouth gaped open in shock as the man produced 2 golden bars. Where in the Overworld did he find those?! Minx leaned forward, intrigued from her corner just wanting to know where he had found them. The amount of honey bread she could get with one of those... It had to be at least two-Maybe even three loaves!
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Gerald Neumann
Committed
Roleplay posts: 51
Age: 37
Physical Description: Stands at 5'11", lean and muscular with sinewy arms. Gerald has pale blue eyes, his reddish hair is kept short and keeps cleanly shaven when possible, with the exception of his side muttons chops. Gerald has no visible scars, two small gold ring piercings in his ears, and a few tattoos. Those being: A small nautical star for good luck on the right side of his chest, his initials in a decorative script on his right breast, a plain black anchor on his left forearm, a red and blue swallow on his right bicep, and a large depiction of a mermaid half out of water, long locks covering her bare chest, across his back.
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Clothes and Equipment: A dirty white and loose fitting blouse with red horizontal strips covered by a thin brown leather vest with red vertical strips. Brown gloves to keep his hands warm, but finger-less to enable more precision when tying knots. Trousers that are brown wool and stained by the salty sea, and thick black leather boots.
He carries a cutlass on his hip, a hatchet tucked in his trouser's waistband, and a dagger hidden in his right boot. His other miscellaneous equipment includes a basic compass, two water skins(one for holding liquor) and some personal items such as a deck of playing cards and ten dice.
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Registered: Mar 26, 2018 15:55:45 GMT -8
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Post by Gerald Neumann on Sept 19, 2018 17:10:32 GMT -8
Still, with the excitement and adrenaline he was feeling, Gerald did not notice the stowaway siting in the corner of Walworth's quarters. Instead, his attention was fixed solely to Henry's face, watching his expression and features. Watched as his captain examined each bar of gold with a clinical look of a man who knew what they were doing.
"Well, that's the ting cap'n," Gerald began with a sly smile. "I don't know where it's at, exactly, just a general direction. Though I possess proof of its existence, I have not been there. These bars come from a beached ship on an uncharted island southeast of Rondon, and I am led to believe the actual City is southeast from there. As to why I am not in an Estate, two bars of gold is hardly enough to live a life as a noble, not for more than a week, anyway. And what other bars I had were sunk along with my ship during a particularly rough tropical storm."
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Henry Walworth
Committed
Roleplay posts: 69
Age: 34
Physical Description: If one were to tell you Henry was a pirate, you would believe that person almost immediately. Something about his tall bearing, the gruffness of voice, the gray hairs starting to penetrate his usually copper mane and well kept beard and mustache, not to mention the scars that crease his face, all scream rogue.
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Clothes and Equipment: Henry usually wears a tan luxurious silken robe and brown breeches, with a white shirt underneath, all secured with a crimson red sash and a brown leather belt. His two handed saber rests in its scabbard attached to his belt, along with his long, thin dagger. When on land and in battle, he wears his brown leather boots, but while at sea, he prefers to be barefoot to grip onto the slippery deck better.
For battle, he wears a blackened burgonet to protect his head, and a blackened cuirass to protect his torso. He also dons leather gloves, with large steel studs sowed onto the knuckles.
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Registered: Mar 25, 2018 18:46:43 GMT -8
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Post by Henry Walworth on Sept 19, 2018 17:25:00 GMT -8
Walworth shook his head, "And how do we know if this gold is cursed or not, or if there's more where these came from? Sounds like you've had nothing but bad luck from having it in your possession, let alone the crew before you. Have you had them checked by any mages at all, to verify if they'll sink each and every ship they're on?"
And with incredulity in his voice, he asked further, "And it could very well be that the ship was blown off course, and it could be coming from almost any direction. What makes you certain that its to the Southeast?"
Despite the line of questioning, Henry was feeling his blood getting up because of excitement, the idea of a whole city of gold being at his beck and call. He could hire a whole fleet of ships, enough to terrorize the entirety of the world, and accumulate even more gold. It was a rather dragon like notion, but one that set Henry's eyes to glinting.
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Gerald Neumann
Committed
Roleplay posts: 51
Age: 37
Physical Description: Stands at 5'11", lean and muscular with sinewy arms. Gerald has pale blue eyes, his reddish hair is kept short and keeps cleanly shaven when possible, with the exception of his side muttons chops. Gerald has no visible scars, two small gold ring piercings in his ears, and a few tattoos. Those being: A small nautical star for good luck on the right side of his chest, his initials in a decorative script on his right breast, a plain black anchor on his left forearm, a red and blue swallow on his right bicep, and a large depiction of a mermaid half out of water, long locks covering her bare chest, across his back.
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Clothes and Equipment: A dirty white and loose fitting blouse with red horizontal strips covered by a thin brown leather vest with red vertical strips. Brown gloves to keep his hands warm, but finger-less to enable more precision when tying knots. Trousers that are brown wool and stained by the salty sea, and thick black leather boots.
He carries a cutlass on his hip, a hatchet tucked in his trouser's waistband, and a dagger hidden in his right boot. His other miscellaneous equipment includes a basic compass, two water skins(one for holding liquor) and some personal items such as a deck of playing cards and ten dice.
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Registered: Mar 26, 2018 15:55:45 GMT -8
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Post by Gerald Neumann on Sept 26, 2018 12:49:44 GMT -8
Gerald frowned and a small vein started to bulge in his temple. The thought of a curse hit particularly close to home. Though what afflicted Gerald, and now Kuroka, was not a curse, he doubted Walworth would care much about the differences.
"Are ye so superstitious to believe the coincidence of having these bars on me ship while a standard storm sunk us is a curse? I had thought differently about you, cap'n, but if you're the type to let the murmurings of sun-addled crew-man and wise woman's whisperings of poor omens affect yer command decisions, then so be it; Ye can drop me off at the next port," Gerald replied with a hint of disgust and disappointment.
"But," he continued, his frown quickly evaporating into a wide smile and eyes twinkling with mischief. He bent over Walworth's desk and planted both his palms face down on the desk, hunching over. "...fortune favors the bold, cap'n. How can I be certain it's to the southeast? I can't. But the tropical storm interfered with our investigation of the wrecked ship, so there could be a clue. With me as a navigator, sail us to that island, cap'n. If we find nothing, we can turn back if ye want and I'll accept whatever as punishment..." He paused dramatically as he gauged Walworth's expression, shooting Minx a sidelong glance. Even giving her a short mischievous wink. "But, if we do find a clue, we press on...to the City of Gold!"
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Henry Walworth
Committed
Roleplay posts: 69
Age: 34
Physical Description: If one were to tell you Henry was a pirate, you would believe that person almost immediately. Something about his tall bearing, the gruffness of voice, the gray hairs starting to penetrate his usually copper mane and well kept beard and mustache, not to mention the scars that crease his face, all scream rogue.
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Clothes and Equipment: Henry usually wears a tan luxurious silken robe and brown breeches, with a white shirt underneath, all secured with a crimson red sash and a brown leather belt. His two handed saber rests in its scabbard attached to his belt, along with his long, thin dagger. When on land and in battle, he wears his brown leather boots, but while at sea, he prefers to be barefoot to grip onto the slippery deck better.
For battle, he wears a blackened burgonet to protect his head, and a blackened cuirass to protect his torso. He also dons leather gloves, with large steel studs sowed onto the knuckles.
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Registered: Mar 25, 2018 18:46:43 GMT -8
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Post by Henry Walworth on Sept 26, 2018 16:55:08 GMT -8
“Once is a coincidence, twice is the beginning of a trend, and I don’t want to be third to prove it,” countered Walworth, feeling himself starting to lose his temper with the tone Gerald was starting to take, “And I’ll be consulting with Davy Jones too if the gold is truly cursed.”
Walworth sat back in his chair, setting the bar down so he wouldn’t be tempted to throw it at his insubordinate first mate. The man must’ve gone mad, truly, to think Walworth would risk The Tyger on a fool’s errand... Still, the idea was better than anything he had.
“Fine, Mr. Neumann, I’ll give you one week for this supposed sign from the heavens to appear or not. Make your tact know to the pilot, and let them know I give full blessing.”
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Gerald Neumann
Committed
Roleplay posts: 51
Age: 37
Physical Description: Stands at 5'11", lean and muscular with sinewy arms. Gerald has pale blue eyes, his reddish hair is kept short and keeps cleanly shaven when possible, with the exception of his side muttons chops. Gerald has no visible scars, two small gold ring piercings in his ears, and a few tattoos. Those being: A small nautical star for good luck on the right side of his chest, his initials in a decorative script on his right breast, a plain black anchor on his left forearm, a red and blue swallow on his right bicep, and a large depiction of a mermaid half out of water, long locks covering her bare chest, across his back.
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Clothes and Equipment: A dirty white and loose fitting blouse with red horizontal strips covered by a thin brown leather vest with red vertical strips. Brown gloves to keep his hands warm, but finger-less to enable more precision when tying knots. Trousers that are brown wool and stained by the salty sea, and thick black leather boots.
He carries a cutlass on his hip, a hatchet tucked in his trouser's waistband, and a dagger hidden in his right boot. His other miscellaneous equipment includes a basic compass, two water skins(one for holding liquor) and some personal items such as a deck of playing cards and ten dice.
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Registered: Mar 26, 2018 15:55:45 GMT -8
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Post by Gerald Neumann on Sept 27, 2018 14:25:36 GMT -8
Gerald grinned at Walworth's assumptions. He couldn't blame him, but they were, as of yet, unfounded. "You see, cap'n, yer assumin' the ship was beached by a storm, but for all we know, it could have been set upon by pirates and damaged. We'll have to investigate to find out." He then slammed a palm down on the desk in excitement, giddy to have gotten the go-ahead.
"You got it, cap'n," he said happily, pushing himself off the table and making his way to the door...but not before he made sure he grabbed his two bars. "I'll tell them come first light." And with that Gerald exited the captains quarters and made his way back to the main living quarter and his own cot.
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Henry Walworth
Committed
Roleplay posts: 69
Age: 34
Physical Description: If one were to tell you Henry was a pirate, you would believe that person almost immediately. Something about his tall bearing, the gruffness of voice, the gray hairs starting to penetrate his usually copper mane and well kept beard and mustache, not to mention the scars that crease his face, all scream rogue.
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Clothes and Equipment: Henry usually wears a tan luxurious silken robe and brown breeches, with a white shirt underneath, all secured with a crimson red sash and a brown leather belt. His two handed saber rests in its scabbard attached to his belt, along with his long, thin dagger. When on land and in battle, he wears his brown leather boots, but while at sea, he prefers to be barefoot to grip onto the slippery deck better.
For battle, he wears a blackened burgonet to protect his head, and a blackened cuirass to protect his torso. He also dons leather gloves, with large steel studs sowed onto the knuckles.
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Registered: Mar 25, 2018 18:46:43 GMT -8
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Post by Henry Walworth on Sept 27, 2018 19:29:50 GMT -8
Walworth watched Gerald leave, then resumed his watch of Minx. She probably had very little idea what they were talking or getting animated about, seeing as she didn't seem the sailor sort. Standing up from the chair he slowly crossed the room to her, approaching her as one would come towards a rather skittish animal. When they were less than one of her arm length's away, he asked, "Do you know what Al Dorando is?"
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Minx
Committed
Roleplay posts: 52
Age: 23
Physical Description: Minx stands at a minuscule 5'2" and is commonly described as a slip of a human being. With her size and stature it's quite easy for her to slip in and out of places- often resulting in some interesting compromising positions. Her silverly white hair is often to be seen in a disheveled mess constantly falling into her clear blue eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Whatever brought in the most customers to the tavern is typically what Minx would find herself wearing. Which usually consisted of a blouse hemmed short and cut in a a way that left very little to the imagination. She prefers trousers, merely because they were easier to move in and safer when surrounded by wandering hands. For that though, she also has a dagger, her father left behind for her. That and her mother's silver choker and crystal blue earrings are her most prized possessions.
Player's online availability : Whenever I'm awake! ^-^
Registered: Sept 9, 2018 21:33:45 GMT -8
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Post by Minx on Sept 28, 2018 22:20:07 GMT -8
Minx startled a bit and sat up straight again, discreetly wiping at the corner of her mouth quickly. Walworth had interrupted her day dream of all the honey bread she could dream of, piled neatly into a soft supple pile, waiting for her to jump in and take a bite.
She thought about his question, even as she rubbed at the corner of her mouth, her body subconsciously leaning away from him and pressing back into the dresser behind her. "I uhm... I've heard some men mention it while I was in the middle of a game of tag, but I never really stopped to think about or ask about it. I thought it was just some silly old wives' tale. And Matron said she didn't want me filling up the little room in my head with nonsense and stories so she wouldn't have told me any how." She said, looking a bit proud her mother figure thought so highly of her.
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Henry Walworth
Committed
Roleplay posts: 69
Age: 34
Physical Description: If one were to tell you Henry was a pirate, you would believe that person almost immediately. Something about his tall bearing, the gruffness of voice, the gray hairs starting to penetrate his usually copper mane and well kept beard and mustache, not to mention the scars that crease his face, all scream rogue.
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Clothes and Equipment: Henry usually wears a tan luxurious silken robe and brown breeches, with a white shirt underneath, all secured with a crimson red sash and a brown leather belt. His two handed saber rests in its scabbard attached to his belt, along with his long, thin dagger. When on land and in battle, he wears his brown leather boots, but while at sea, he prefers to be barefoot to grip onto the slippery deck better.
For battle, he wears a blackened burgonet to protect his head, and a blackened cuirass to protect his torso. He also dons leather gloves, with large steel studs sowed onto the knuckles.
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Registered: Mar 25, 2018 18:46:43 GMT -8
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Post by Henry Walworth on Sept 29, 2018 18:25:51 GMT -8
Walworth let out a hardy but not kind chuckle as Minx explained that her matron didn't want to fill her head with old wive's tales. "On some counts, I must agree with your matron." He leaned up against the wall of the cabin, letting the creaking of the wooden vessel fill the silence as he considered his words.
There were so many myths and legends and so-called "witness testimonies" surrounding the lost city, he didn't know where the kernel of truth started or ended. Finally, he decided on a concise explanation, "Supposedly, there is a city made entirely of gold, lost to the mists of myth and legends. Whoever finds it shall become the wealthiest person on the planet."
With that, he straightened back up, and declared, "You'll sleep in the hammock. Get to it Miss Minx."
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Minx
Committed
Roleplay posts: 52
Age: 23
Physical Description: Minx stands at a minuscule 5'2" and is commonly described as a slip of a human being. With her size and stature it's quite easy for her to slip in and out of places- often resulting in some interesting compromising positions. Her silverly white hair is often to be seen in a disheveled mess constantly falling into her clear blue eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Whatever brought in the most customers to the tavern is typically what Minx would find herself wearing. Which usually consisted of a blouse hemmed short and cut in a a way that left very little to the imagination. She prefers trousers, merely because they were easier to move in and safer when surrounded by wandering hands. For that though, she also has a dagger, her father left behind for her. That and her mother's silver choker and crystal blue earrings are her most prized possessions.
Player's online availability : Whenever I'm awake! ^-^
Registered: Sept 9, 2018 21:33:45 GMT -8
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Post by Minx on Sept 29, 2018 19:21:45 GMT -8
Minx's head cocked to the side as she considered Walworth's explanation. A city made of gold? That seemed rather wasteful. And uncomfortable! How would you sleep in a bed made of gold?
Speaking of beds though, Minx's mind was pulled from such thoughts as Walworth offered his hammock for her to sleep in. She gave an awkward and strained laugh as she leaned further away from him. "Ahhhh, no, no, no. I'm alright! Honestly, I could just sleep in a corner or on the floor. I've already intruded enough! Or, actually-" She cut herself off as she turned to look at the dresser behind her and pulled out one of the lower, larger drawers. "I could easily fall asleep in here with a blanket and a pillow!"
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Henry Walworth
Committed
Roleplay posts: 69
Age: 34
Physical Description: If one were to tell you Henry was a pirate, you would believe that person almost immediately. Something about his tall bearing, the gruffness of voice, the gray hairs starting to penetrate his usually copper mane and well kept beard and mustache, not to mention the scars that crease his face, all scream rogue.
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Clothes and Equipment: Henry usually wears a tan luxurious silken robe and brown breeches, with a white shirt underneath, all secured with a crimson red sash and a brown leather belt. His two handed saber rests in its scabbard attached to his belt, along with his long, thin dagger. When on land and in battle, he wears his brown leather boots, but while at sea, he prefers to be barefoot to grip onto the slippery deck better.
For battle, he wears a blackened burgonet to protect his head, and a blackened cuirass to protect his torso. He also dons leather gloves, with large steel studs sowed onto the knuckles.
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Registered: Mar 25, 2018 18:46:43 GMT -8
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Post by Henry Walworth on Sept 29, 2018 19:34:32 GMT -8
Walworth cocked a rather annoyed eyebrow as she tried to weasel her way out of his command. The insolence of this girl, to directly disobey the word of the captain! She was going to prove quite a hindrance if she continued to try and subvert his orders. He briefly entertained the thought of disciplining her to bring her in line, but the thought of her crying out as the cat-o'-nine-tails ripped into her flesh seemed to not sit well with him tonight.
He simply pointed to the hammock again, and ordered in a threatening voice, "Hammock. Now."
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Gerald Neumann
Committed
Roleplay posts: 51
Age: 37
Physical Description: Stands at 5'11", lean and muscular with sinewy arms. Gerald has pale blue eyes, his reddish hair is kept short and keeps cleanly shaven when possible, with the exception of his side muttons chops. Gerald has no visible scars, two small gold ring piercings in his ears, and a few tattoos. Those being: A small nautical star for good luck on the right side of his chest, his initials in a decorative script on his right breast, a plain black anchor on his left forearm, a red and blue swallow on his right bicep, and a large depiction of a mermaid half out of water, long locks covering her bare chest, across his back.
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Clothes and Equipment: A dirty white and loose fitting blouse with red horizontal strips covered by a thin brown leather vest with red vertical strips. Brown gloves to keep his hands warm, but finger-less to enable more precision when tying knots. Trousers that are brown wool and stained by the salty sea, and thick black leather boots.
He carries a cutlass on his hip, a hatchet tucked in his trouser's waistband, and a dagger hidden in his right boot. His other miscellaneous equipment includes a basic compass, two water skins(one for holding liquor) and some personal items such as a deck of playing cards and ten dice.
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Registered: Mar 26, 2018 15:55:45 GMT -8
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Post by Gerald Neumann on Sept 30, 2018 5:46:41 GMT -8
The living quarters were dark and quiet. Things were settling down as the crew began to sleep. Gerald weaved his way through the cots and hammocks, through the tobacco smoke and stink of rum and body odor, and made his way over to Kuroka lying in his own cot. He really shouldn't leave her alone with this band of misfits, but he was only gone for a minute.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Gerald quickly removed his boots and socks. Followed soon by his belt, sash, and vest. He then swung his legs unceremoniously up on the cot and wrapped his arms around his warm kitten, cuddling with Kuroka. "We're goin' on an adventure, my kitten," he whispered softly in her ear, unsure if she was even awake.
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Minx
Committed
Roleplay posts: 52
Age: 23
Physical Description: Minx stands at a minuscule 5'2" and is commonly described as a slip of a human being. With her size and stature it's quite easy for her to slip in and out of places- often resulting in some interesting compromising positions. Her silverly white hair is often to be seen in a disheveled mess constantly falling into her clear blue eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Whatever brought in the most customers to the tavern is typically what Minx would find herself wearing. Which usually consisted of a blouse hemmed short and cut in a a way that left very little to the imagination. She prefers trousers, merely because they were easier to move in and safer when surrounded by wandering hands. For that though, she also has a dagger, her father left behind for her. That and her mother's silver choker and crystal blue earrings are her most prized possessions.
Player's online availability : Whenever I'm awake! ^-^
Registered: Sept 9, 2018 21:33:45 GMT -8
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Post by Minx on Sept 30, 2018 11:08:40 GMT -8
Minx immediately withered and shrunk at his tone, and obediently got off from her stool and scurried over to the hammock. She looked at it skeptically testing it with her hand before attempting to climb into it, yelping a bit at the swinging.
"W-Well, I'm not really used to sleeping off the ground you know. I don't even know if I can get into it on my own." Minx offered, looking up at him uncertainly, the hammock already coming up higher than would be easy for her to climb into.
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Henry Walworth
Committed
Roleplay posts: 69
Age: 34
Physical Description: If one were to tell you Henry was a pirate, you would believe that person almost immediately. Something about his tall bearing, the gruffness of voice, the gray hairs starting to penetrate his usually copper mane and well kept beard and mustache, not to mention the scars that crease his face, all scream rogue.
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Clothes and Equipment: Henry usually wears a tan luxurious silken robe and brown breeches, with a white shirt underneath, all secured with a crimson red sash and a brown leather belt. His two handed saber rests in its scabbard attached to his belt, along with his long, thin dagger. When on land and in battle, he wears his brown leather boots, but while at sea, he prefers to be barefoot to grip onto the slippery deck better.
For battle, he wears a blackened burgonet to protect his head, and a blackened cuirass to protect his torso. He also dons leather gloves, with large steel studs sowed onto the knuckles.
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Registered: Mar 25, 2018 18:46:43 GMT -8
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Post by Henry Walworth on Sept 30, 2018 18:50:46 GMT -8
Walworth growled even deeper as he walked over to her, tired of hearing excuses. He squared up behind her, and with ease scooped her up due to her lighter frame, and deposited her into the hammock. One might think he was rather rough as he did this, but there was a degree of gentleness as he softly deposited her into the canvas. He reached down to the floor after he set her in, and grabbed the soft red blanket he used.
"Make sure you take off your boots before you fall asleep, I'd rather you didn't dirty my bed," he ordered as he handed her the blanket, though the harsh tone had all bit disappeared.
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Kuroka
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 34
Physical Description:
Kuroka stands at 5'3" and weighs 105lbs. The most striking feature, atop her head, is two prominent cat-like ears. If one looks upon her long, they'd find two-three foot cat-like tails jutting from beneath her kimono.
Her black hair curtains her face, and goes down past her shoulders, to about the middle of her back. Her eyes are a yellow, with slit pupils, much like a cat.
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Clothes and Equipment:
Aside from her black kimono, yellow obi, and the golden beads that wrap around her hips, and a simple canvas bag that holds her belongings, there is not much she has on her.
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Player's online availability : Fridays, Weekends
Registered: Jun 19, 2018 14:17:05 GMT -8
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Post by Kuroka on Oct 5, 2018 11:52:48 GMT -8
Kuroka stirred as the hammock dipped. She had nearly fallen asleep, with how long he had been away for. Even if she did fall asleep, she would've been awake for his return, with how roughly he got into the bed. She slid her self closer to the pirate, purring as his warmth radiated over her body.
"I've always wanted to go on an adventure." She whispered this, loud enough for her pirate to hear. "Where are we going, Gerald?"
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Minx
Committed
Roleplay posts: 52
Age: 23
Physical Description: Minx stands at a minuscule 5'2" and is commonly described as a slip of a human being. With her size and stature it's quite easy for her to slip in and out of places- often resulting in some interesting compromising positions. Her silverly white hair is often to be seen in a disheveled mess constantly falling into her clear blue eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Whatever brought in the most customers to the tavern is typically what Minx would find herself wearing. Which usually consisted of a blouse hemmed short and cut in a a way that left very little to the imagination. She prefers trousers, merely because they were easier to move in and safer when surrounded by wandering hands. For that though, she also has a dagger, her father left behind for her. That and her mother's silver choker and crystal blue earrings are her most prized possessions.
Player's online availability : Whenever I'm awake! ^-^
Registered: Sept 9, 2018 21:33:45 GMT -8
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Post by Minx on Oct 5, 2018 12:10:03 GMT -8
Minx gave a little yelp of alarm and surprise when Walworth suddenly picked her up and instinctively grabbed onto the lapel of his jacket. It was only when he laid her in the hammock and she realized that he wasn't planning on throwing her anywhere did she relax and release him.
Her bright blues swam still with surprise as she looked at him before she took the blanket carefully from him before moving to take off her boots carefully. "Oh uhm... thank you. And I won't! My shoes are very clean anyway. But uhm... Where are... Where are you going to sleep if I am here?" She asked slowly now holding the blanket close to his chest.
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Henry Walworth
Committed
Roleplay posts: 69
Age: 34
Physical Description: If one were to tell you Henry was a pirate, you would believe that person almost immediately. Something about his tall bearing, the gruffness of voice, the gray hairs starting to penetrate his usually copper mane and well kept beard and mustache, not to mention the scars that crease his face, all scream rogue.
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Clothes and Equipment: Henry usually wears a tan luxurious silken robe and brown breeches, with a white shirt underneath, all secured with a crimson red sash and a brown leather belt. His two handed saber rests in its scabbard attached to his belt, along with his long, thin dagger. When on land and in battle, he wears his brown leather boots, but while at sea, he prefers to be barefoot to grip onto the slippery deck better.
For battle, he wears a blackened burgonet to protect his head, and a blackened cuirass to protect his torso. He also dons leather gloves, with large steel studs sowed onto the knuckles.
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Registered: Mar 25, 2018 18:46:43 GMT -8
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Post by Henry Walworth on Oct 5, 2018 18:56:10 GMT -8
Walworth cocked a rather curious eyebrow as her delicate hand clung to his lapel, tracing the lines of her small hand on his body. He had to admit, she was rather fetchin. He left her explicit question unanswered, and instead focused on the one he found as she clung to the blanket, clearly scared about the man she was going to have to share quarters with.
"I'm not going to hurt you Miss Minx," he reassured her, "I'm many things, but not that. I'll be at my desk, and find my respite there."
With that, he crossed the distance back to his desk, and went back to calculating.
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