Post by crow616 on Jun 19, 2007 20:23:13 GMT -5
Name: Siren Crow
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Allegiance: Stowaway - Trying to survive.
Occupation:
She moved from ship to ship as a stowaway from the age of sixteen, and snuck into another, then another. She mostly works in the Crow’s nest, or cleaning the deck, and other duties she is told to do.
Weapon of Choice: Two cutlasses that are curved, and slight bented at the blade she stole from a man in Singapore.
Home Town/Island: Tortuga
Ship: Doesn't have one, nor is she an offical crew member of any ship, she sneaks into different ships as much as she can (depending if they are worth it).
Appearance: If you were to see this woman from behind, you’d think she was a young boy by the looks of her clothes, body structure and hair. She has short black hair that merely reaches past her chin; it’s messy, choppy, and unkempt. Siren often ties up a navy blue bandana around her head, letting few strands of hair fall on her face, and the rest pulled back by the bandana. Her pale complexion is smudged with dirt, and dust from hard work’s cleaning and the lack of bathing. Kohl rimes her dark navy blue eyes, darkening her appearance. She only stands about 5’4”, and wears awfully baggy clothes for her body frame. She wears a tattered white-ish blouse that’s loose around the wrists, waist and bosom area (but seeing as she doesn’t have much going on there, it’s not a problem for her). Over that is a black vest, and a navy blue coat that she stole from a retired officer at the docks of Tortuga. It was a bit slim, and had a small popped up collar, and the hem of it was golden thread. Then there were her black breeches, and clunking black leather boots that hardly fitted her feet.
Personality: She’s a big feminist and is rumored to be a lesbian by the crew members she met in the past. She’s a practical, and sadly sarcastic. However, she knows when to speak her mind, or keep her opinion to herself.
History:
Siren Crow is an orphan, and was abandoned by her mother in Tortuga. Until she was sixteen, she had to fend for herself in the chaotic Pirate Port. Though she wasn't getting any younger, and she was loosing her childish looks, and was growing into a young woman. Not wanting to stay in Tortuga her whole life, or being a prostitute – as a last resort if she needed money to survive – she climbed aboard a ship, and became a stowaway. Once the captain had found her, he was furious to say the least but let her stay aboard as long as she does work. After a year of doing the same thing, seeing the same unclean and golden-tooth faces, she decided to leave when they made port. That’s when she snuck onto another ship, and did the same thing. This became a hobby of hers and without realizing it, made it her way of life until the day she would die.
While living in Tortuga however, she was being cared for by a man that went only by Eyeball, who often told her tales about the sea and her mother especially. Even though she didn’t believe the stories about her mother being a mischievous mermaid, she enjoyed the stories thoroughly. Eyeball died when she was not but 11 and she had to abandon her innocence of being a child, and had to grow up dramatically. She became more pessimistic about people around her, and only cared for herself.
other: ((I may make dramatic spelling/grammer mistakes while role playing, but that's because I type too fast, and I usually have my head in the clouds. But I'll try to correct as much as I can.))
Roleplay Sample:
((ps. Seeing as I already gave a discription, I wont go too into it into the sample))
Siren’s dark eyes squinted attempting to block out the glaring sunlight that seemed to always find her in every shadow. She sighed dramatically, looking over down at the deck from her spot in the Crow’s nest. Many crew members were running around obeying orders, and every so often argue with each other. The captain wasn’t even at the helm like he was supposed to be, ‘he’s probably in his cabin shagging some wench,’ the stowaway thought to herself. She leaned against the mast, and slid down to the floor, welcoming the shadow that it made. The kohl on her eyelids were wasting away thanks to the heat that they’ve been bearing the past two weeks, she could only hope that they would make port so she could finally leave this boat of perverts. She stretched cat-like, and yawned at the thought of waiting so long. Crow jumped in her spot on the floor when she heard a sharp yell echoing through the sails. She did a small yelp from being startle and stood up, looking over at the helm to see the Captain looking straight at her. “Yes captain?” She called out, shielding her eyes with her hands to see him properly. “Mop the deck! There be some tracks o’ dirt ‘ver ‘ere,” he paused, showing off a practically toothless grin. “The crew ‘ad too much ta drink las’ night.” Siren rubbed her temples, and groaned. She lifted up her leg, and climbed over the Nest and down the ropes until she was on deck. The captain forced the mop into her hands and kicked the bucket to her feet. “Get ta work,” he growled before stomping off back to his cabin, ‘and probably back to his whore,’ she frustratingly shoved the tangled and vile smiling mop into the murky water and slopped it onto the deck, muttering curses and small rants as she worked.
Recruited By: I believe the owner. I saw a board posted in neopets
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Allegiance: Stowaway - Trying to survive.
Occupation:
She moved from ship to ship as a stowaway from the age of sixteen, and snuck into another, then another. She mostly works in the Crow’s nest, or cleaning the deck, and other duties she is told to do.
Weapon of Choice: Two cutlasses that are curved, and slight bented at the blade she stole from a man in Singapore.
Home Town/Island: Tortuga
Ship: Doesn't have one, nor is she an offical crew member of any ship, she sneaks into different ships as much as she can (depending if they are worth it).
Appearance: If you were to see this woman from behind, you’d think she was a young boy by the looks of her clothes, body structure and hair. She has short black hair that merely reaches past her chin; it’s messy, choppy, and unkempt. Siren often ties up a navy blue bandana around her head, letting few strands of hair fall on her face, and the rest pulled back by the bandana. Her pale complexion is smudged with dirt, and dust from hard work’s cleaning and the lack of bathing. Kohl rimes her dark navy blue eyes, darkening her appearance. She only stands about 5’4”, and wears awfully baggy clothes for her body frame. She wears a tattered white-ish blouse that’s loose around the wrists, waist and bosom area (but seeing as she doesn’t have much going on there, it’s not a problem for her). Over that is a black vest, and a navy blue coat that she stole from a retired officer at the docks of Tortuga. It was a bit slim, and had a small popped up collar, and the hem of it was golden thread. Then there were her black breeches, and clunking black leather boots that hardly fitted her feet.
Personality: She’s a big feminist and is rumored to be a lesbian by the crew members she met in the past. She’s a practical, and sadly sarcastic. However, she knows when to speak her mind, or keep her opinion to herself.
History:
Siren Crow is an orphan, and was abandoned by her mother in Tortuga. Until she was sixteen, she had to fend for herself in the chaotic Pirate Port. Though she wasn't getting any younger, and she was loosing her childish looks, and was growing into a young woman. Not wanting to stay in Tortuga her whole life, or being a prostitute – as a last resort if she needed money to survive – she climbed aboard a ship, and became a stowaway. Once the captain had found her, he was furious to say the least but let her stay aboard as long as she does work. After a year of doing the same thing, seeing the same unclean and golden-tooth faces, she decided to leave when they made port. That’s when she snuck onto another ship, and did the same thing. This became a hobby of hers and without realizing it, made it her way of life until the day she would die.
While living in Tortuga however, she was being cared for by a man that went only by Eyeball, who often told her tales about the sea and her mother especially. Even though she didn’t believe the stories about her mother being a mischievous mermaid, she enjoyed the stories thoroughly. Eyeball died when she was not but 11 and she had to abandon her innocence of being a child, and had to grow up dramatically. She became more pessimistic about people around her, and only cared for herself.
other: ((I may make dramatic spelling/grammer mistakes while role playing, but that's because I type too fast, and I usually have my head in the clouds. But I'll try to correct as much as I can.))
Roleplay Sample:
((ps. Seeing as I already gave a discription, I wont go too into it into the sample))
Siren’s dark eyes squinted attempting to block out the glaring sunlight that seemed to always find her in every shadow. She sighed dramatically, looking over down at the deck from her spot in the Crow’s nest. Many crew members were running around obeying orders, and every so often argue with each other. The captain wasn’t even at the helm like he was supposed to be, ‘he’s probably in his cabin shagging some wench,’ the stowaway thought to herself. She leaned against the mast, and slid down to the floor, welcoming the shadow that it made. The kohl on her eyelids were wasting away thanks to the heat that they’ve been bearing the past two weeks, she could only hope that they would make port so she could finally leave this boat of perverts. She stretched cat-like, and yawned at the thought of waiting so long. Crow jumped in her spot on the floor when she heard a sharp yell echoing through the sails. She did a small yelp from being startle and stood up, looking over at the helm to see the Captain looking straight at her. “Yes captain?” She called out, shielding her eyes with her hands to see him properly. “Mop the deck! There be some tracks o’ dirt ‘ver ‘ere,” he paused, showing off a practically toothless grin. “The crew ‘ad too much ta drink las’ night.” Siren rubbed her temples, and groaned. She lifted up her leg, and climbed over the Nest and down the ropes until she was on deck. The captain forced the mop into her hands and kicked the bucket to her feet. “Get ta work,” he growled before stomping off back to his cabin, ‘and probably back to his whore,’ she frustratingly shoved the tangled and vile smiling mop into the murky water and slopped it onto the deck, muttering curses and small rants as she worked.
Recruited By: I believe the owner. I saw a board posted in neopets
