Post by jenni on Jul 5, 2007 14:13:24 GMT -5
Name: Anne Faight Bonny
Age: Twenty-four
Gender: Female
Allegiance: Pirate
Occupation: Captain of ‘The Revenge’. Plundering, pillaging, and committing other atrocities. Though she’s been sailing the seas for a few years, she recently became captain and started making her mark on the world. ‘Anne Bonny’ is finally becoming a recognized name.
Weapon of Choice: She always has a pistol by her side. If given the choice, she will choose it over a sword any day. If she’s going to kill, she’s going to make it fast.
Home Town/Island: Dublin, Ireland
Ship: The Revenge
Appearance: In her earlier years as a pirate, Anne dressed like a man, in order to crew on a ship and work along side other men. As she began to rise through the ranks, she revealed herself. Instead of the chopped off hair she once had, it’s grown out into long black curls and waves. Every shred of innocence has fallen from her dark green eyes. She’s relatively tall, causing her frame to be naturally slim and stream-lined. Years of sea travel has turned her skin tan, no longer it’s original pale color.
Personality: If fire could be molded and changed into a personality; into the form of a human being, the result would be Anne. She’s stubborn and ruthless once her path has been set. Despite these attributes, she’s very clever, often turning negative things to her advantage. Sometimes her instincts can prove bad, when they over-ride her logic.
History: After a rough start in Ireland and growing up in the care of an uncle, Anne broke away from the little family she had and started off working in the docks. Once she turned sixteen, her masquerade as a male started and she joined the crew of ‘The Sea Spirit’. From there she was exchanged between many crews before finally staying on ‘The Revenge’. It was there she rose through the ranks and revealed herself to the captain. She was welcomed and eventually became captain herself. After a while of wondering the land, she stumbled upon a chest. Her crew experienced the curse first, after removing gold pieces from the chest. She turned herself over to the curse and adorned each of her crew members with a pendant, the center piece being one of the pieces of Aztec gold. With the power of the curse backing them, their attacks have grown bold and their influence exponentially increased.
Roleplay Sample: She never expected the air to be so biting. A young women pulled her jacket tighter around her thin frame. Her glasses sat perched on her nose as she can some of her research by means of a battery powered lamp. The wind knocked her bangs into her line of view, causing the young women to bare a disgruntled expression and lift a hand from her work to tuck her dark hair behind her ears. The naturally wavy and curly locks were pulled away from her face, displayed in a pony tail. A frustrated sigh escaped her lips. Amora had been researching for nearly a week in the village. This was the second day in the castle and she was yet to observe something supernatural or even out of the ordinary. How was she going to receive further funding if she had no findings to present. There was more riding on this stay at the castle than most would think. “Not even the smallest of things.” She whispered with her eyebrows knit. There was certainly an aura about the castle and it gave her a very unsettling feeling, but maybe that was all…maybe that was the extent of Dracula’s legacy.
The area Amora had set up was in a quite solitary room. It was somewhat dank and drafty, but she figured the entire castle to be in such a condition. There was a small work environment with enough space to spread some papers out on a small desk. The battery powered lamp sat on the corner. The chair she used was a camp like chair, made from foldable steel bars and strong material. She set her pencil down in frustration and stood up. She placed a finger to her lips and began to walk about the room. Her fingers traced the walls. Every little crack and fracture in the stone hid something from her. She could feel it inside her. There was something more out there. Every inch of the castle both lured her to it and teased her. She stopped, and in sheer frustration, threw a fist at the wall. The skin on her knuckles had broken and blood began to leak from her body. She sighed and began search for the first aid kit she knew was packed somewhere.
Recruited By: Wicked
Age: Twenty-four
Gender: Female
Allegiance: Pirate
Occupation: Captain of ‘The Revenge’. Plundering, pillaging, and committing other atrocities. Though she’s been sailing the seas for a few years, she recently became captain and started making her mark on the world. ‘Anne Bonny’ is finally becoming a recognized name.
Weapon of Choice: She always has a pistol by her side. If given the choice, she will choose it over a sword any day. If she’s going to kill, she’s going to make it fast.
Home Town/Island: Dublin, Ireland
Ship: The Revenge
Appearance: In her earlier years as a pirate, Anne dressed like a man, in order to crew on a ship and work along side other men. As she began to rise through the ranks, she revealed herself. Instead of the chopped off hair she once had, it’s grown out into long black curls and waves. Every shred of innocence has fallen from her dark green eyes. She’s relatively tall, causing her frame to be naturally slim and stream-lined. Years of sea travel has turned her skin tan, no longer it’s original pale color.
Personality: If fire could be molded and changed into a personality; into the form of a human being, the result would be Anne. She’s stubborn and ruthless once her path has been set. Despite these attributes, she’s very clever, often turning negative things to her advantage. Sometimes her instincts can prove bad, when they over-ride her logic.
History: After a rough start in Ireland and growing up in the care of an uncle, Anne broke away from the little family she had and started off working in the docks. Once she turned sixteen, her masquerade as a male started and she joined the crew of ‘The Sea Spirit’. From there she was exchanged between many crews before finally staying on ‘The Revenge’. It was there she rose through the ranks and revealed herself to the captain. She was welcomed and eventually became captain herself. After a while of wondering the land, she stumbled upon a chest. Her crew experienced the curse first, after removing gold pieces from the chest. She turned herself over to the curse and adorned each of her crew members with a pendant, the center piece being one of the pieces of Aztec gold. With the power of the curse backing them, their attacks have grown bold and their influence exponentially increased.
Roleplay Sample: She never expected the air to be so biting. A young women pulled her jacket tighter around her thin frame. Her glasses sat perched on her nose as she can some of her research by means of a battery powered lamp. The wind knocked her bangs into her line of view, causing the young women to bare a disgruntled expression and lift a hand from her work to tuck her dark hair behind her ears. The naturally wavy and curly locks were pulled away from her face, displayed in a pony tail. A frustrated sigh escaped her lips. Amora had been researching for nearly a week in the village. This was the second day in the castle and she was yet to observe something supernatural or even out of the ordinary. How was she going to receive further funding if she had no findings to present. There was more riding on this stay at the castle than most would think. “Not even the smallest of things.” She whispered with her eyebrows knit. There was certainly an aura about the castle and it gave her a very unsettling feeling, but maybe that was all…maybe that was the extent of Dracula’s legacy.
The area Amora had set up was in a quite solitary room. It was somewhat dank and drafty, but she figured the entire castle to be in such a condition. There was a small work environment with enough space to spread some papers out on a small desk. The battery powered lamp sat on the corner. The chair she used was a camp like chair, made from foldable steel bars and strong material. She set her pencil down in frustration and stood up. She placed a finger to her lips and began to walk about the room. Her fingers traced the walls. Every little crack and fracture in the stone hid something from her. She could feel it inside her. There was something more out there. Every inch of the castle both lured her to it and teased her. She stopped, and in sheer frustration, threw a fist at the wall. The skin on her knuckles had broken and blood began to leak from her body. She sighed and began search for the first aid kit she knew was packed somewhere.
Recruited By: Wicked