Post by Bones on Jun 4, 2007 23:51:54 GMT -5
Name ;;
Adelaide von Schwartzkopf (better known as Black Addie)
Age ;;
Nineteen
Gender ;;
Female
Allegiance ;;
Pirate
Occupation ;;
Barmaid
Weapon of Choice ;;
11 inch German Flintlock pistol.
Home Town/Island ;;
Born in Kiel, Germany. Currently in Tortuga, Haiti.
Ship ;;
None
Appearance ;;
Upon first glance, Black Addie seems unremarkable. She's small and skinny, hitting only about five foot four, and weighing slightly under one hundred and ten pounds. But on the occasion she might turn her face in your direction...
When Addie wants to, she blends into a crowd with absolutely no problem. Slight and small, crowned with a head of long, straight brown hair. However, her eyes capture interest. Many a ditty has been sung about Black Addie's black eyes. Like the ocean on a moonless night, like black glass. Like onyx. Soul-less, sucking in the light. They are her greatest attribute.
Besides her eyes, her features are delicate but nothing to give second glance to. Only the eyes, eyes that can betray no emotion, and stare disturbingly from beneath her brows.
Personality ;;
One might say that Addie has a dual personality. There is Adelaide, the serving girl, who jests with sailors and smiles demurely when complimented. Cheerful and hard-working. Adelaide von Schwartz, the adopted daughter of the owner of the Faithful Bride, Tortuga's loudest and rowdiest pub.
And then, there is someone else. The owner of those midnight-black eyes. Black Addie. A ruthless seafarer trapped on land until she can find herself a ship. This other side is moody, with a wit as dark as her name. Amiable, but a pirate nevertheless, it is no walk in the park to be close to Black Addie.
History ;;
Wolfram von Schwartzkopf was a German Privateer, sailing off the coast of northern Germany for the British Royal Navy. However, when Privateering became illegal, he switched to Piracy. Sailing with his wife and young daughter, he became renowned as the 'Wolf of the Seas'. Over the course of thirteen years, he plundered his way up and down the German coastline, before heading for the Caribbean, where he had heard the picking was good.
In his travels, he had fallen for a young woman and married her. Their daughter, Adelaide, was fifteen when the ship was shot down by naval battleships, killing her parents. Delivered to the nearest port, and into the hands of the nuns there, she ran away and bartered passage to Tortuga, where friends of her father owned a tavern. The Faithful Bride.
Taking her under their wing, they allowed Addie to become a barmaid. For the next four years, she tended to the patrons, getting to know each and every one. However, beneath her benign exterior lurks a heart beating solely for revenge for the death of her family.
Naval officers are the devil in Addie's eyes. She lives only to reconstruct her father ship, 'The Rain Dog' and set sail under the Jolly Roger.
Other ;;
ooc : Man she has a lot of anger...
Roleplay Sample ;;
The bell has been raised
from it’s watery grave…
Do you hear it’s sepulchral tone?
We are a call to all,
pay head the squall
and turn your sail toward home!
"Aye lass, sure's a pretty voice you got on ye."
Raising her head and removing a hank of pale brown hair from her face, Adelaide nodded her thanks. Across from her was an elderly man, a pirate who made most of his living off what booty he had captured in his younger days. His mug was half empty, and in gratitude, Adelaide refilled it. He reached out her hand to pinch a cheek, and she allowed it, dark eyes rolling upwards.
Making her rounds, and seeing most had fallen into a bit of a drunken lull, she mounted the staircase. However, she was stopped halfway up by Bartholomew Tate, proprietor of the Faithful Bride.
"So soon?" he inquired, squinting suspiciously.
"Only for a moment."
From downatairs, there came a crash, and the rumble of argument. Bart rolled his eyes.
"A minute only,"
She smiled her gratitude.
"-and this time only."
He maneuvered around her to go pass out more drinks, while Adelaide stole upstairs, to her room above the bar. On her bed lay the note. The note she had been waiting for.
The Rain Dog has been salvaged. Repairs should take six weeks.
She hugged the scrap of parchment to her chest, eyes closed, remembering. Her fathers face swam into focus, proud at the helm. She would make their name famous again. Black Addie would rule the seas. Reigning terror down on the British Royal Navy.
Scenes played in her head, behind her dark eyes. Screams, blood, a storm. The terror as they realized that they had seen their final dawn. All would fall beneath her black gaze. Judgement day came early for those who brought such anguish on the shoulders of a young girl. Alone in the world, tending to drunkards and pirates from such a tender age.
Black Addie would rule the seven seas. But she was not Black Addie. Not until the Rain Dog was ready. For now, she was Adelaide.
And the newest terror to the seven seas had a drunken squabble to quiet.
ooc ;; Forgive the cruddiness of the intro. It's 2 in the morning.
Adelaide von Schwartzkopf (better known as Black Addie)
Age ;;
Nineteen
Gender ;;
Female
Allegiance ;;
Pirate
Occupation ;;
Barmaid
Weapon of Choice ;;
11 inch German Flintlock pistol.
Home Town/Island ;;
Born in Kiel, Germany. Currently in Tortuga, Haiti.
Ship ;;
None
Appearance ;;
Upon first glance, Black Addie seems unremarkable. She's small and skinny, hitting only about five foot four, and weighing slightly under one hundred and ten pounds. But on the occasion she might turn her face in your direction...
When Addie wants to, she blends into a crowd with absolutely no problem. Slight and small, crowned with a head of long, straight brown hair. However, her eyes capture interest. Many a ditty has been sung about Black Addie's black eyes. Like the ocean on a moonless night, like black glass. Like onyx. Soul-less, sucking in the light. They are her greatest attribute.
Besides her eyes, her features are delicate but nothing to give second glance to. Only the eyes, eyes that can betray no emotion, and stare disturbingly from beneath her brows.
Personality ;;
One might say that Addie has a dual personality. There is Adelaide, the serving girl, who jests with sailors and smiles demurely when complimented. Cheerful and hard-working. Adelaide von Schwartz, the adopted daughter of the owner of the Faithful Bride, Tortuga's loudest and rowdiest pub.
And then, there is someone else. The owner of those midnight-black eyes. Black Addie. A ruthless seafarer trapped on land until she can find herself a ship. This other side is moody, with a wit as dark as her name. Amiable, but a pirate nevertheless, it is no walk in the park to be close to Black Addie.
History ;;
Wolfram von Schwartzkopf was a German Privateer, sailing off the coast of northern Germany for the British Royal Navy. However, when Privateering became illegal, he switched to Piracy. Sailing with his wife and young daughter, he became renowned as the 'Wolf of the Seas'. Over the course of thirteen years, he plundered his way up and down the German coastline, before heading for the Caribbean, where he had heard the picking was good.
In his travels, he had fallen for a young woman and married her. Their daughter, Adelaide, was fifteen when the ship was shot down by naval battleships, killing her parents. Delivered to the nearest port, and into the hands of the nuns there, she ran away and bartered passage to Tortuga, where friends of her father owned a tavern. The Faithful Bride.
Taking her under their wing, they allowed Addie to become a barmaid. For the next four years, she tended to the patrons, getting to know each and every one. However, beneath her benign exterior lurks a heart beating solely for revenge for the death of her family.
Naval officers are the devil in Addie's eyes. She lives only to reconstruct her father ship, 'The Rain Dog' and set sail under the Jolly Roger.
Other ;;
ooc : Man she has a lot of anger...
Roleplay Sample ;;
The bell has been raised
from it’s watery grave…
Do you hear it’s sepulchral tone?
We are a call to all,
pay head the squall
and turn your sail toward home!
"Aye lass, sure's a pretty voice you got on ye."
Raising her head and removing a hank of pale brown hair from her face, Adelaide nodded her thanks. Across from her was an elderly man, a pirate who made most of his living off what booty he had captured in his younger days. His mug was half empty, and in gratitude, Adelaide refilled it. He reached out her hand to pinch a cheek, and she allowed it, dark eyes rolling upwards.
Making her rounds, and seeing most had fallen into a bit of a drunken lull, she mounted the staircase. However, she was stopped halfway up by Bartholomew Tate, proprietor of the Faithful Bride.
"So soon?" he inquired, squinting suspiciously.
"Only for a moment."
From downatairs, there came a crash, and the rumble of argument. Bart rolled his eyes.
"A minute only,"
She smiled her gratitude.
"-and this time only."
He maneuvered around her to go pass out more drinks, while Adelaide stole upstairs, to her room above the bar. On her bed lay the note. The note she had been waiting for.
The Rain Dog has been salvaged. Repairs should take six weeks.
She hugged the scrap of parchment to her chest, eyes closed, remembering. Her fathers face swam into focus, proud at the helm. She would make their name famous again. Black Addie would rule the seas. Reigning terror down on the British Royal Navy.
Scenes played in her head, behind her dark eyes. Screams, blood, a storm. The terror as they realized that they had seen their final dawn. All would fall beneath her black gaze. Judgement day came early for those who brought such anguish on the shoulders of a young girl. Alone in the world, tending to drunkards and pirates from such a tender age.
Black Addie would rule the seven seas. But she was not Black Addie. Not until the Rain Dog was ready. For now, she was Adelaide.
And the newest terror to the seven seas had a drunken squabble to quiet.
ooc ;; Forgive the cruddiness of the intro. It's 2 in the morning.