Post by Peregrine on Jun 12, 2007 16:51:06 GMT -5
Name: Captain Jack Sparrow
Age: Hm… let’s say 39
Gender: Male
Allegiance: Pirate
Occupation: Formerly employed to the East India Trading Company, Cutler Beckett burned his ship, the Wicked Wench, after Jack rebelled by refusing to transport slaves and instead freeing them in Africa. Beckett branded Jack a pirate… and so a pirate Jack became.
Weapon of Choice: Jack actually prefers bargaining and trickery as opposed to fighting. For him, it's easier to cheat and make complicated plans that even he only knows half of, depending on other people's wants and personalities. He would rather not be involved in an outright fight, because he’s not as good with a sword as he could be, though he’s a fair shot with a pistol or a rifle.
Home Town/Island: He doesn’t have one; he was born on the coast of British Colonial India on a pirate ship during a typhoon. For most of his life, though, Jack has lived on the Black Pearl, though he’s also very familiar with Tortuga.
Ship: The Black Pearl, formerly the HMS Wicked Wench… I believe Barbossa has it now, though.
Appearance: Jack Sparrow is average in both height and weight. He wears his dark brown hair in dreadlocks, which are strung with odds and ends such as beads and string, even a reindeer’s shinbone. He has a mustache and a beard fashioned into two braids. His eyes – brown - are lined with kohl, and his skin is heavily tanned by a lifetime at sea.
Possibly his most prized possession, Jack wears a simple brown tricorne hat over a faded red bandanna. His coat is brownish-blue in color and pleated at the back. Under it he has a blue vest and a white shirt. Jack wears three belts: one baldric, and two at his waist (they hold his pistol, sword, and compass) over a red and white striped scarf that is frayed with age. His trousers and boots are brown. He’s worn these clothes for at least four years… so everything’s rather dirty and faded. And not so sweet-smelling.
Jack also has several stolen rings. Burned onto his right wrist, there is the “P” brand that marks him as a pirate. Above it he has a tattoo of a sparrow flying against a sun setting into the ocean.
Personality: Jack Sparrow has multiple personalities that are forever conflicting with each other.
Deep down, he has a conscience, but throughout his life, he denies it, preferring to live freely, doing whatever he pleases, which involves pillaging and plundering and hanging out with women in Tortuga… you get the point. Not very honorable, but it’s fun to be dishonorable, to have no ties to keep you down. Jack is always out for himself, not hesitating to put other people in danger for his sake. He’s a bit of a coward, though his un-pirate like conscience sometimes prevents him from running away from the inevitable things that he rather not have happen and cannot talk his way out of.
History: Jack was born as Jack Teague to an Indian maiden and Captain Teague, who worked for EITC, as Jack did later. While he worked for the Trading Company, he changed his last name to Sparrow, mainly because his father was so like himself and yet
Sometime after his ship was sent to the bottom of the sea and he branded pirate by Lord Beckett, Jack became Pirate Lord of the Caribbean Sea and made a deal with Davy Jones: If Jones raised his ship from the depths, Jack was allowed to captain it for thirteen years. When time was up, Jack would have to serve for one hundred years on the Flying Dutchman. He renamed his ship the Black Pearl and gathered a crew, including Hector Barbossa as first mate. After two years, Jack learned about the Isla de Muerta. He and his crew set sail for it, but Jack, after providing Barbossa with the bearings, was mutinied upon and left on an island with a pistol with one shot. However, after three days, he managed to barter a passage off with the rumrunners that used the island as a cache.
After ten years of doing nothing much in Tortuga, Jack bartered a compass off of Tia Dalma. He arrived in Port Royale with intentions to commandeer a ship, but he ends up rescuing Elizabeth Swann from drowning and being arrested and put in jail for being a pirate… Which leads to Will breaking him out and, in a roundabout way, rescuing Elizabeth from Jack’s aforementioned mutinous first mate, and Jack’s recapture of the Black Pearl.
But Jack Sparrow has the worst luck a pirate could ever have… the two years he spent as captain of the Pearl, then ten years after the mutiny, plus one year after his encounter with Will and Elizabeth equal thirteen years. Thirteen years since he made his deal with Davy Jones, whose pet giant squid now wants to eat him and the Black Pearl.
Long story short, it succeeded, and Jack was stuck in Davy Jones’ Locker with himself, many times over, until some helpful crabs/rocks and some old friends (some helpful and others less so) – Will, Elizabeth, Barbossa, Tia Dalma, and his crew - come along and aid in his escape, blah, blah, blah, the Brethren Court meets and they fight the East India Trading Company, Jack makes Will captain of the Flying Dutchman, they kill Beckett, et cetera. After that, Jack went back to Tortuga, where Barbossa makes off with the Pearl once again, and Jack is stuck with a dinghy, his compass, and a map to the Fountain of Youth.
Other: This doesn’t necessarily mean that he will be searching for the Fountain of Youth yet. He could be going after the Pearl or picking up a fast ship in Singapore or Tortuga because there’s no way he could possibly take the Pearl back with a dinghy. xD
Roleplay Sample: Apparently it took a dinghy and very little wind for someone to realize just how far away Singapore was from Tortuga.
Ten weeks.
Of course, he hadn’t been paying attention for the whole time, and could have been a day or two more or less, but the trip had seemed like ten bloody weeks and saying “nine and a half weeks” wouldn’t sound nearly as impressive in the stories. Nine and half weeks weren’t worth it. Therefore, he had been at sea for ten weeks, only stopping once or twice to somehow obtain food or check to see if there were any ships in the port that were worth stealing and weren’t captained by anyone who would send an armada after him if he laid a finger on their beloved little boat.
Needless to say, there weren’t. At least, none that Jack had successfully commandeered.
Beckett’s purge had destroyed more pirate ships than anyone had known had existed. There were merchant ships, of course – Jack had attempted to steal one or two of them, but barely escaped – and East Indiamen. He had carefully bypassed those for the most part. There had been this particularly fine one, however, that Jack had spied. The event that followed had nearly led to his arrest.
So, the dinghy it had been, from Tortuga to Singapore. Jack wanted to tell himself he would rather have spent it on a real ship, but the truth was that there had in fact been many boats larger and faster than the dinghy that, though not perfect, Jack could have easily stolen. The only thing that had stopped him was thought of sailing almost half way around the world in a dinghy.
It is impressive, Jack thought smugly. Ten weeks.
“And that’s more than long enough for a baby to be born,” he muttered to himself as he dumped a bucket load of water left over from last night’s rain out of the boat and into the sea.
Dropping the bucket with a splash into the bottom of the dinghy, Jack straightened up, swaying slightly, and raised his telescope to his eye.
Aha.
The corners of Jack’s mouth turned up, as did his hopes. Singapore was encouragingly closer than it had been the last time he looked. He could see people on the docks now. And –
“Ships,” Jack observed, pleased. “At last.”
He tucked the telescope back into his belt and sat down, rummaging around in the bottom of the dinghy. Some celebration, he believed, was in order for the successful crossing he had just achieved.
But it was not to be.
“No rum.” His voice drooped with disappointment, and his mustache twitched. “Why’s there no rum?”
Oh. Right. He had finished it off two weeks ago. Two weeks without rum in a dinghy in the middle of the ocean. Or rather, in a dinghy in the middle of the ocean, then a bit more west than that, and later a bit farther, until Singapore, which was definitely not in the middle of the ocean anymore… Why did it even matter? If he was lucky, he could find some rum as well as a ship on this rum-forsaken, tea and rice wine-infested island.
Jack furled the sails as the dinghy bumped against the docks. He stepped out of the little boat and his legs, weakened and cramped from more than a month without exercise, promptly gave way.
He fell sideways, only to catch himself on a barrel. Gritting his teeth, Jack staggered up again. Once he had fully righted himself, he set off purposefully towards a man who was loading crates onto a ship.
“Oi! You, man, know where I can find any rum?”
The sailor stared blankly back at him.
“Boisson alcoolisée faite à de la mélasse ou de la fermentée sucre canne, savvy?’’
The man, his mouth partially open, shook his head and hurried away, giving Jack a furtive glance over his shoulder.
Jack frowned as he watched the man heave a crate up a ramp. It was going to be a long trip back to Tortuga.
Once he got that ship, of course.
Recruited by: I don’t know, sorry.
Age: Hm… let’s say 39
Gender: Male
Allegiance: Pirate
Occupation: Formerly employed to the East India Trading Company, Cutler Beckett burned his ship, the Wicked Wench, after Jack rebelled by refusing to transport slaves and instead freeing them in Africa. Beckett branded Jack a pirate… and so a pirate Jack became.
Weapon of Choice: Jack actually prefers bargaining and trickery as opposed to fighting. For him, it's easier to cheat and make complicated plans that even he only knows half of, depending on other people's wants and personalities. He would rather not be involved in an outright fight, because he’s not as good with a sword as he could be, though he’s a fair shot with a pistol or a rifle.
Home Town/Island: He doesn’t have one; he was born on the coast of British Colonial India on a pirate ship during a typhoon. For most of his life, though, Jack has lived on the Black Pearl, though he’s also very familiar with Tortuga.
Ship: The Black Pearl, formerly the HMS Wicked Wench… I believe Barbossa has it now, though.
Appearance: Jack Sparrow is average in both height and weight. He wears his dark brown hair in dreadlocks, which are strung with odds and ends such as beads and string, even a reindeer’s shinbone. He has a mustache and a beard fashioned into two braids. His eyes – brown - are lined with kohl, and his skin is heavily tanned by a lifetime at sea.
Possibly his most prized possession, Jack wears a simple brown tricorne hat over a faded red bandanna. His coat is brownish-blue in color and pleated at the back. Under it he has a blue vest and a white shirt. Jack wears three belts: one baldric, and two at his waist (they hold his pistol, sword, and compass) over a red and white striped scarf that is frayed with age. His trousers and boots are brown. He’s worn these clothes for at least four years… so everything’s rather dirty and faded. And not so sweet-smelling.
Jack also has several stolen rings. Burned onto his right wrist, there is the “P” brand that marks him as a pirate. Above it he has a tattoo of a sparrow flying against a sun setting into the ocean.
Personality: Jack Sparrow has multiple personalities that are forever conflicting with each other.
Deep down, he has a conscience, but throughout his life, he denies it, preferring to live freely, doing whatever he pleases, which involves pillaging and plundering and hanging out with women in Tortuga… you get the point. Not very honorable, but it’s fun to be dishonorable, to have no ties to keep you down. Jack is always out for himself, not hesitating to put other people in danger for his sake. He’s a bit of a coward, though his un-pirate like conscience sometimes prevents him from running away from the inevitable things that he rather not have happen and cannot talk his way out of.
History: Jack was born as Jack Teague to an Indian maiden and Captain Teague, who worked for EITC, as Jack did later. While he worked for the Trading Company, he changed his last name to Sparrow, mainly because his father was so like himself and yet
Sometime after his ship was sent to the bottom of the sea and he branded pirate by Lord Beckett, Jack became Pirate Lord of the Caribbean Sea and made a deal with Davy Jones: If Jones raised his ship from the depths, Jack was allowed to captain it for thirteen years. When time was up, Jack would have to serve for one hundred years on the Flying Dutchman. He renamed his ship the Black Pearl and gathered a crew, including Hector Barbossa as first mate. After two years, Jack learned about the Isla de Muerta. He and his crew set sail for it, but Jack, after providing Barbossa with the bearings, was mutinied upon and left on an island with a pistol with one shot. However, after three days, he managed to barter a passage off with the rumrunners that used the island as a cache.
After ten years of doing nothing much in Tortuga, Jack bartered a compass off of Tia Dalma. He arrived in Port Royale with intentions to commandeer a ship, but he ends up rescuing Elizabeth Swann from drowning and being arrested and put in jail for being a pirate… Which leads to Will breaking him out and, in a roundabout way, rescuing Elizabeth from Jack’s aforementioned mutinous first mate, and Jack’s recapture of the Black Pearl.
But Jack Sparrow has the worst luck a pirate could ever have… the two years he spent as captain of the Pearl, then ten years after the mutiny, plus one year after his encounter with Will and Elizabeth equal thirteen years. Thirteen years since he made his deal with Davy Jones, whose pet giant squid now wants to eat him and the Black Pearl.
Long story short, it succeeded, and Jack was stuck in Davy Jones’ Locker with himself, many times over, until some helpful crabs/rocks and some old friends (some helpful and others less so) – Will, Elizabeth, Barbossa, Tia Dalma, and his crew - come along and aid in his escape, blah, blah, blah, the Brethren Court meets and they fight the East India Trading Company, Jack makes Will captain of the Flying Dutchman, they kill Beckett, et cetera. After that, Jack went back to Tortuga, where Barbossa makes off with the Pearl once again, and Jack is stuck with a dinghy, his compass, and a map to the Fountain of Youth.
Other: This doesn’t necessarily mean that he will be searching for the Fountain of Youth yet. He could be going after the Pearl or picking up a fast ship in Singapore or Tortuga because there’s no way he could possibly take the Pearl back with a dinghy. xD
Roleplay Sample: Apparently it took a dinghy and very little wind for someone to realize just how far away Singapore was from Tortuga.
Ten weeks.
Of course, he hadn’t been paying attention for the whole time, and could have been a day or two more or less, but the trip had seemed like ten bloody weeks and saying “nine and a half weeks” wouldn’t sound nearly as impressive in the stories. Nine and half weeks weren’t worth it. Therefore, he had been at sea for ten weeks, only stopping once or twice to somehow obtain food or check to see if there were any ships in the port that were worth stealing and weren’t captained by anyone who would send an armada after him if he laid a finger on their beloved little boat.
Needless to say, there weren’t. At least, none that Jack had successfully commandeered.
Beckett’s purge had destroyed more pirate ships than anyone had known had existed. There were merchant ships, of course – Jack had attempted to steal one or two of them, but barely escaped – and East Indiamen. He had carefully bypassed those for the most part. There had been this particularly fine one, however, that Jack had spied. The event that followed had nearly led to his arrest.
So, the dinghy it had been, from Tortuga to Singapore. Jack wanted to tell himself he would rather have spent it on a real ship, but the truth was that there had in fact been many boats larger and faster than the dinghy that, though not perfect, Jack could have easily stolen. The only thing that had stopped him was thought of sailing almost half way around the world in a dinghy.
It is impressive, Jack thought smugly. Ten weeks.
“And that’s more than long enough for a baby to be born,” he muttered to himself as he dumped a bucket load of water left over from last night’s rain out of the boat and into the sea.
Dropping the bucket with a splash into the bottom of the dinghy, Jack straightened up, swaying slightly, and raised his telescope to his eye.
Aha.
The corners of Jack’s mouth turned up, as did his hopes. Singapore was encouragingly closer than it had been the last time he looked. He could see people on the docks now. And –
“Ships,” Jack observed, pleased. “At last.”
He tucked the telescope back into his belt and sat down, rummaging around in the bottom of the dinghy. Some celebration, he believed, was in order for the successful crossing he had just achieved.
But it was not to be.
“No rum.” His voice drooped with disappointment, and his mustache twitched. “Why’s there no rum?”
Oh. Right. He had finished it off two weeks ago. Two weeks without rum in a dinghy in the middle of the ocean. Or rather, in a dinghy in the middle of the ocean, then a bit more west than that, and later a bit farther, until Singapore, which was definitely not in the middle of the ocean anymore… Why did it even matter? If he was lucky, he could find some rum as well as a ship on this rum-forsaken, tea and rice wine-infested island.
Jack furled the sails as the dinghy bumped against the docks. He stepped out of the little boat and his legs, weakened and cramped from more than a month without exercise, promptly gave way.
He fell sideways, only to catch himself on a barrel. Gritting his teeth, Jack staggered up again. Once he had fully righted himself, he set off purposefully towards a man who was loading crates onto a ship.
“Oi! You, man, know where I can find any rum?”
The sailor stared blankly back at him.
“Boisson alcoolisée faite à de la mélasse ou de la fermentée sucre canne, savvy?’’
The man, his mouth partially open, shook his head and hurried away, giving Jack a furtive glance over his shoulder.
Jack frowned as he watched the man heave a crate up a ramp. It was going to be a long trip back to Tortuga.
Once he got that ship, of course.
Recruited by: I don’t know, sorry.