Post by Application on Jun 12, 2007 15:31:40 GMT -5
Name: Cap'n Finneus Smith of The HMS Greyhound
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Allegiance: There were times when he wished to be a pirate. He would often daydream about even Privateering. However the dreams were quickly dismissed as being unrealistic. Being told all his life that Piracy would get him nowhere, he was forced to follow his calling to the sea by becoming a naval officer. Working his way up through the ranks by any means, mutiny in some cases, he became Captain.
Occupation: Captain.
Weapon of Choice: He has many. To choose one would be tough but of the ones he uses most often he enjoys his sword, engraved with the name of his father.
Home Town/Island: Port Royal.
Ship: HMS Greyhound .
Appearance: Powdered wig, blue suit.
Personality: Trigger happy.
History:Abandoned at age 10 Finneus was raised near, and sometimes on, the sea. He had heard stories of pirates, and yearned to become one. Upon figuring out that piracy was a hangable crime, he started killing off members of the boat he currently occupied one by one.
Other: Only child... He thinks.
Roleplay Sample: "Sir. If you'll look off the port bough I do believe that would be-"
"Pirates, Mister Roberts." A face proceeded to smile. "Or at least. That's what they would appear to be. Smith!"
"Yes sir?" a young boy stood cowering in fear. The boy looked down, eye contact, to him, would only make him pee his pants. Again. The boys name was Finneus Jacob Smith, cabin boy.
"Get the cannons ready."
"Sir. They are pirates. They, along with us, sail the seas."
"That is exactly what is wrong. They are pirates, how many times do I have to tell you boy: Piracy is a crime" The man smacked Smith, who immediately fell to the floor. The boys face turned red as he stood again, "To tell once more would seem like a waste of breath Captain"
-18 years later-
"Sail onward boys! We've got her in close pursuit!"
Through the fog, the shadow of two boats could be seen.
"Steady boys! Steady!" An obviously aged Finneus shouted orders "FIRE!"
Cannons boomed. People screamed. Blood was shed. A ship sank.
"Shes gone boys! Get the survivors on board."
"Sir... The fountain... Rumor has spread that the pirates have found it."
"Good. Well then, follow the nearest pirate ship."
"Sir. It can be easier than that."
"How so?"
"It's been ten years... Follow the shadow of the dutchman in the water."
"Rogers, you know as well as I do, why would Davy-"
"Will"
"Yes... Will... Why would Will spend his day heading toward the land as opposed to being on it?"
"Sir. That's debatable."
"Everything, Rogers, is debateable. Find the nearest pirates and follow them. And if Sparrow happens to be on board then well... We get two for one."
Recruited By: -=Soxers=-
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Allegiance: There were times when he wished to be a pirate. He would often daydream about even Privateering. However the dreams were quickly dismissed as being unrealistic. Being told all his life that Piracy would get him nowhere, he was forced to follow his calling to the sea by becoming a naval officer. Working his way up through the ranks by any means, mutiny in some cases, he became Captain.
Occupation: Captain.
Weapon of Choice: He has many. To choose one would be tough but of the ones he uses most often he enjoys his sword, engraved with the name of his father.
Home Town/Island: Port Royal.
Ship: HMS Greyhound .
Appearance: Powdered wig, blue suit.
Personality: Trigger happy.
History:Abandoned at age 10 Finneus was raised near, and sometimes on, the sea. He had heard stories of pirates, and yearned to become one. Upon figuring out that piracy was a hangable crime, he started killing off members of the boat he currently occupied one by one.
Other: Only child... He thinks.
Roleplay Sample: "Sir. If you'll look off the port bough I do believe that would be-"
"Pirates, Mister Roberts." A face proceeded to smile. "Or at least. That's what they would appear to be. Smith!"
"Yes sir?" a young boy stood cowering in fear. The boy looked down, eye contact, to him, would only make him pee his pants. Again. The boys name was Finneus Jacob Smith, cabin boy.
"Get the cannons ready."
"Sir. They are pirates. They, along with us, sail the seas."
"That is exactly what is wrong. They are pirates, how many times do I have to tell you boy: Piracy is a crime" The man smacked Smith, who immediately fell to the floor. The boys face turned red as he stood again, "To tell once more would seem like a waste of breath Captain"
-18 years later-
"Sail onward boys! We've got her in close pursuit!"
Through the fog, the shadow of two boats could be seen.
"Steady boys! Steady!" An obviously aged Finneus shouted orders "FIRE!"
Cannons boomed. People screamed. Blood was shed. A ship sank.
"Shes gone boys! Get the survivors on board."
"Sir... The fountain... Rumor has spread that the pirates have found it."
"Good. Well then, follow the nearest pirate ship."
"Sir. It can be easier than that."
"How so?"
"It's been ten years... Follow the shadow of the dutchman in the water."
"Rogers, you know as well as I do, why would Davy-"
"Will"
"Yes... Will... Why would Will spend his day heading toward the land as opposed to being on it?"
"Sir. That's debatable."
"Everything, Rogers, is debateable. Find the nearest pirates and follow them. And if Sparrow happens to be on board then well... We get two for one."
Recruited By: -=Soxers=-