Post by Scarlett Smith on Jul 14, 2007 13:06:11 GMT -5
Name: Scarlett Chrissey Smith
Age: Twenty three
Gender: Female
Allegiance: Well... she'll side with Pirates if push comes to shove, because her father is one the unruly lot. :3
Occupation: Owns a Bar in Tortuga. She's inherited it from her father, and worked in the bar from a very young age. She constantly reminds anyone who'll listen that it's the only good thing he ever did for another person. Her mother is constantly drunk- and Scarlett has to look after her.
Weapon of Choice: You have to keep your wits about you in Tortuga. A small knife strapped to her ankle is all the weapons that she wants and needs.
Home Town/Island: Born and bred Tortugan lass
Ship: She keeps her feet on dry ground, thanks all the same
Appearance: This well off Tortugan Heiress is named appropriately. She had long Blonde hair, which she pins up constantly. It's often tangled- running a bar is hard work, and it doesn't leave much spare time for brushing hair. She wears the typical dress that all the women in Tortuga wear- low cut, and long. She wears makeup- often smudged, and usually wears no shoes. This is mainly because you will hardly ever see her outside the pub.
Scarlett has large, brown eyes, and generally looks very innocent. She is not what you would call gorgeous- but yes, she does have a sort of working-girl type beauty about her. Her fingers are calloused from working, and inside all those skirts, there is a surprising amount of strength.
Personality: Scarlett is one tough cookie. You may think fighting and roaming the seas is difficult- but running a bar in the centre of Tortuga? That’s ten times worse. She regularly has to fight her way back to the drinks cabinet. She hardly ever makes friends, and is highly critical of all the drunken maniacs that come through her doors.
Scarlett is very cold; she rarely has a kind word to say. She had a surprising amount of sarcasm and wit, which she uses frequently against her more… persistent customers much to the amusement of the people around her.
History: Scarlett’s mother was a gypsy, one of the last real Romany ones. She met up with Scarlett’s father in his bar. He was an American Pirate- and pretty arrogant. Aizreal, ((Her mother)) was a great beauty, and John ((Father)) immediately fell for her. They got married, and had Scarlett. That’s when everything went wrong. John HATED kids, and wasn’t expecting one so soon. He was cold and embarrassed by Scarlett’s love for him, and eventually left Aizreal and Scarlett alone.
She was heartbroken. Scarlett was furious with her father. At this time- she was sixteen. She inherited the bar because her mother took to drinking. Running it from such a tender age made Scarlett impatient and short tempered. She blamed her father for the state of her mother, and promised that she would find him... and… give him a piece of her mind! Yeah!
Scarlett has been bottling up a lot of anger since, and works at the bar constantly to keep her busy. Sure- she’s had her affairs, but who hasn’t? They never lasted, and Scarlett didn’t care either way. She was never built for anything other than a quick fling.
Other: I’m worries about where I’m going to RP out her Pub. Um… would it be too bold to ask if she could run the Faithful bride should she be accepted?
Roleplay Sample: “Ouch!”
Scarlett yelped furiously as a hairy Pirate trod on her toes. She faced him; practically snarling in rage, to find him sprawled on the floor. Well, what do you expect considering the amount of alcohol he had consumed but a few moments earlier? Scarlett exhaled in concentration, trying to navigate across the room without tripping over the numerous victims of alcohol lying across her floor.
She vaguely considered having opening and closing hours instead of people just wandering in at any time.
But that thought was interrupted by another small fight breaking out across the room. “Will you stop it!?” Scarlett howled, fighting to be heard over the din. Nobody paid attention, and Scarlett rolled her eyes in frustration. Just another day at work.
Finally stumbling over to the bar, she practically collapsed in exhaustion. Taking a glass from inside a cabinet, she filled it up, and then drained it in the hope that it would give her a little more energy. No such luck.
“Bert! Cover a bit of my shift, I need to check something upstairs” This, of course, was a complete lie. But she had worked into his shifts countless times- she thought she deserved at least a LITTLE time to herself every now and again. Not waiting for an answer from Bert, she rushed upstairs, and immediately collapsed on her bed.
“Why do I work my ass off for this place?” She murmured to herself before falling asleep.
Recruited By: Nobody, actually, I stumbled upon this site accidentally. Very glad I did.
Age: Twenty three
Gender: Female
Allegiance: Well... she'll side with Pirates if push comes to shove, because her father is one the unruly lot. :3
Occupation: Owns a Bar in Tortuga. She's inherited it from her father, and worked in the bar from a very young age. She constantly reminds anyone who'll listen that it's the only good thing he ever did for another person. Her mother is constantly drunk- and Scarlett has to look after her.
Weapon of Choice: You have to keep your wits about you in Tortuga. A small knife strapped to her ankle is all the weapons that she wants and needs.
Home Town/Island: Born and bred Tortugan lass
Ship: She keeps her feet on dry ground, thanks all the same
Appearance: This well off Tortugan Heiress is named appropriately. She had long Blonde hair, which she pins up constantly. It's often tangled- running a bar is hard work, and it doesn't leave much spare time for brushing hair. She wears the typical dress that all the women in Tortuga wear- low cut, and long. She wears makeup- often smudged, and usually wears no shoes. This is mainly because you will hardly ever see her outside the pub.
Scarlett has large, brown eyes, and generally looks very innocent. She is not what you would call gorgeous- but yes, she does have a sort of working-girl type beauty about her. Her fingers are calloused from working, and inside all those skirts, there is a surprising amount of strength.
Personality: Scarlett is one tough cookie. You may think fighting and roaming the seas is difficult- but running a bar in the centre of Tortuga? That’s ten times worse. She regularly has to fight her way back to the drinks cabinet. She hardly ever makes friends, and is highly critical of all the drunken maniacs that come through her doors.
Scarlett is very cold; she rarely has a kind word to say. She had a surprising amount of sarcasm and wit, which she uses frequently against her more… persistent customers much to the amusement of the people around her.
History: Scarlett’s mother was a gypsy, one of the last real Romany ones. She met up with Scarlett’s father in his bar. He was an American Pirate- and pretty arrogant. Aizreal, ((Her mother)) was a great beauty, and John ((Father)) immediately fell for her. They got married, and had Scarlett. That’s when everything went wrong. John HATED kids, and wasn’t expecting one so soon. He was cold and embarrassed by Scarlett’s love for him, and eventually left Aizreal and Scarlett alone.
She was heartbroken. Scarlett was furious with her father. At this time- she was sixteen. She inherited the bar because her mother took to drinking. Running it from such a tender age made Scarlett impatient and short tempered. She blamed her father for the state of her mother, and promised that she would find him... and… give him a piece of her mind! Yeah!
Scarlett has been bottling up a lot of anger since, and works at the bar constantly to keep her busy. Sure- she’s had her affairs, but who hasn’t? They never lasted, and Scarlett didn’t care either way. She was never built for anything other than a quick fling.
Other: I’m worries about where I’m going to RP out her Pub. Um… would it be too bold to ask if she could run the Faithful bride should she be accepted?
Roleplay Sample: “Ouch!”
Scarlett yelped furiously as a hairy Pirate trod on her toes. She faced him; practically snarling in rage, to find him sprawled on the floor. Well, what do you expect considering the amount of alcohol he had consumed but a few moments earlier? Scarlett exhaled in concentration, trying to navigate across the room without tripping over the numerous victims of alcohol lying across her floor.
She vaguely considered having opening and closing hours instead of people just wandering in at any time.
But that thought was interrupted by another small fight breaking out across the room. “Will you stop it!?” Scarlett howled, fighting to be heard over the din. Nobody paid attention, and Scarlett rolled her eyes in frustration. Just another day at work.
Finally stumbling over to the bar, she practically collapsed in exhaustion. Taking a glass from inside a cabinet, she filled it up, and then drained it in the hope that it would give her a little more energy. No such luck.
“Bert! Cover a bit of my shift, I need to check something upstairs” This, of course, was a complete lie. But she had worked into his shifts countless times- she thought she deserved at least a LITTLE time to herself every now and again. Not waiting for an answer from Bert, she rushed upstairs, and immediately collapsed on her bed.
“Why do I work my ass off for this place?” She murmured to herself before falling asleep.
Recruited By: Nobody, actually, I stumbled upon this site accidentally. Very glad I did.