Post by James Williams on Jun 12, 2007 21:05:44 GMT -5
Name: James Williams
Age: Twenty-seven
Gender: Male
Allegiance: Neutral, though beginning to lean towards Piracy
Occupation: Professional Assasin and Theif
Weapon of Choice: James leans towards the use of guns and smaller knives, the kind that you could slip between a person's ribs, though he has been known to use poisons in a few assasinations.
Home Town/Island: Tortuga
Ship: None
Apprearance: Oily, sleek, and dark are words that spring readily to mind. James is a lanky young man with jet black hair and bright green eyes. His face is clean-shaven, and his face and hands are heavily tanned. All of James's clothing is dark: a blue blouse and brown trousers flowing freely over black boots, all under a flowing black cloak. He has ears two belts across his waist where he keeps several knives and his pistol, and one belt across his chest, where he keeps at least one vial of poison or drugged substance for emergency purposes.
Personality: Depsite his occupation, James is a people person. He is incredibly friendly and upbeat around people, which masks a darker, sadistic personality.
History: James was born poor and homeless, losing his mother when he was very small. James spent his childhood in Tortuga, stealing to survive and developing a hatred for humankind in general.
As he grew older, James began to realize his hatred was unfounded, but a steady dislike remained. As he grew more skilled and more stealthy, James realized a way to earn money: killing.
After only a few assasinations, James the Assasin became well-known throughout Tortuga, and feared by criminals. But, because no one ever got a good look at his face, James the Theif was safe from prosecution.
As Tortuga was and is often visited by pirates, James's intrest was piqued. James is very interested by the legends of the cursed pirates gold, of Davy Jones, and of a certain Captain Jack Sparrow.
Other: James has never set foot on a pirates ship or come face to face with a real pirates, and neither has he had a confrontation with the British Navy.
Roleplay Sample: A Tortuga bar was not the best place to collect one's thoughts. Of course, James had to learn that the hard way. Looking down at his rum, James tried to tune out the ceaseless droning of loud conversations in the bar, trying to focus his thoughts on his new assignment. Or course, after three glasses of alchohol, this was not exactly an easy task. As James took another swig, he heard the two words that completely grabbed his attention: "Jack Sparrow".
James turned to see a group of scruffy looking men conversing loudly at a nearby table.
"He actually got off the island on sea turtles?" one of them asked. James rolled his eyes; this was a story he had heard a hundred times over.
"Of course not! Anyone who believes that must have rocks for brains." one of the others, a man with a scar across the bride of his nose, retorted.
"I believe it." THe men turned to see James looking straight at them with his unusually intense gaze. "Are you saying I'm stupid?"
"Of course not!" the scarred man replied nervously. James was not surprised. He could tell he was a coward.
Nervously, the small group decided to take their conversation elsewhere; James didn't mind. Finishing off his bottle, James stood and walked outside. This of course was not much better than inside the tavern. He looked up at the starry night sky. He should've started his assignment an hour ago.
Recruited by: I don't remember. It was advertised on the Neopets roleplaying boards.
I'm half-expecting this to be denied, but I decided to give it a try anyway.
Age: Twenty-seven
Gender: Male
Allegiance: Neutral, though beginning to lean towards Piracy
Occupation: Professional Assasin and Theif
Weapon of Choice: James leans towards the use of guns and smaller knives, the kind that you could slip between a person's ribs, though he has been known to use poisons in a few assasinations.
Home Town/Island: Tortuga
Ship: None
Apprearance: Oily, sleek, and dark are words that spring readily to mind. James is a lanky young man with jet black hair and bright green eyes. His face is clean-shaven, and his face and hands are heavily tanned. All of James's clothing is dark: a blue blouse and brown trousers flowing freely over black boots, all under a flowing black cloak. He has ears two belts across his waist where he keeps several knives and his pistol, and one belt across his chest, where he keeps at least one vial of poison or drugged substance for emergency purposes.
Personality: Depsite his occupation, James is a people person. He is incredibly friendly and upbeat around people, which masks a darker, sadistic personality.
History: James was born poor and homeless, losing his mother when he was very small. James spent his childhood in Tortuga, stealing to survive and developing a hatred for humankind in general.
As he grew older, James began to realize his hatred was unfounded, but a steady dislike remained. As he grew more skilled and more stealthy, James realized a way to earn money: killing.
After only a few assasinations, James the Assasin became well-known throughout Tortuga, and feared by criminals. But, because no one ever got a good look at his face, James the Theif was safe from prosecution.
As Tortuga was and is often visited by pirates, James's intrest was piqued. James is very interested by the legends of the cursed pirates gold, of Davy Jones, and of a certain Captain Jack Sparrow.
Other: James has never set foot on a pirates ship or come face to face with a real pirates, and neither has he had a confrontation with the British Navy.
Roleplay Sample: A Tortuga bar was not the best place to collect one's thoughts. Of course, James had to learn that the hard way. Looking down at his rum, James tried to tune out the ceaseless droning of loud conversations in the bar, trying to focus his thoughts on his new assignment. Or course, after three glasses of alchohol, this was not exactly an easy task. As James took another swig, he heard the two words that completely grabbed his attention: "Jack Sparrow".
James turned to see a group of scruffy looking men conversing loudly at a nearby table.
"He actually got off the island on sea turtles?" one of them asked. James rolled his eyes; this was a story he had heard a hundred times over.
"Of course not! Anyone who believes that must have rocks for brains." one of the others, a man with a scar across the bride of his nose, retorted.
"I believe it." THe men turned to see James looking straight at them with his unusually intense gaze. "Are you saying I'm stupid?"
"Of course not!" the scarred man replied nervously. James was not surprised. He could tell he was a coward.
Nervously, the small group decided to take their conversation elsewhere; James didn't mind. Finishing off his bottle, James stood and walked outside. This of course was not much better than inside the tavern. He looked up at the starry night sky. He should've started his assignment an hour ago.
Recruited by: I don't remember. It was advertised on the Neopets roleplaying boards.
I'm half-expecting this to be denied, but I decided to give it a try anyway.