Post by Annie on Jun 21, 2007 19:13:20 GMT -5
QXName:
Antoinette De’Vanri
Age:
26
Gender:
Female
Allegiance:
Neutral
Occupation:
Taking up the family business, Annie now owns a small trading company started by her grandfather. Her 'Fleet' consists of a single ship that transports rum from a brewery in the more eastern ports to other ports and settlements farther west. While mostly law abiding she does occasionally smuggle a few illegal spirits for her own personal store.
Weapon of choice:
Annie prefers to use an ornate silver pistol* given to her by her father prior to his death. In her younger years she would spend time shooting rats in the alley behind her house for entertainment, making her a very good shot. She also has a particularly vicious slap reserved for men like the notorious Jack Sparrow.
*On a side note: While deciding her weapon I realized that Annie's name and skill were those of 'Annie Oakley', and it made me laugh a little. Just thought I should share my lovely random trains of thought ^.^
Home Town/Island:
Nevis, a small island in the eastern part of the West Indies.
Ship:
Drunken Maiden
Appearance:
Annie prides herself in her appearance and is rarely seen looking disheveled. She makes sure to keep her dark reddish brunette hair neatly combed and wears it up in a bun save two pieces in the front she keeps down to frame her face. When it is let down her hair can be a bit of a mess, curling this way and that in half wavy half ringlets. Her naturally light tan skin only gets darker when she goes on voyages with her ship, though she vainly tries to powder her face to give the appearance of fair skin. Her facial features are nice enough, a small nose, symmetrical brown eyes, high cheek bones and average lips. All of these are accented with various make up products, such as coal around her eyes and light pink lip paint.
Physically, Annie is a rather weak petite woman, measuring up to a meager five feet. Despite her height and alcohol addiction she is able to keep a trim figure and is very proud of how far she is able to tighten her corset. In proportion to her size, she is a bit lacking in the chest region, causing her to wear dresses that hide her short coming.
Personality:
Annie is a very independent young woman, armed with good business sense and a height complex. Due to her height she is very sensitive about being called short and often blows such comments out of proportion. Other then that she is generally a level headed person, not calm exactly, more calculating. She is very ambitious and eager to further herself in life. She also, though she'll never admit, longs to be accepted by her mother and feels the only way to do that is by moving up economically, thus her feverish pursuit of profit. While willing to work hard, she is very touchy about people questioning her authority or trying to order her around, making her a horrible employee but a talented boss. Her one weakness is foreign wines, which she tends to over indulge in.
History:
While growing up Annie was the baby of the family with a protective older brother to whom she was very close. Her mother tried to teach her daughter the more feminine way of life, but while the young girl picked up some of the traits, like keeping herself well dressed and groomed, most she rejected adamantly. Instead she attempted to follow in the foot steps of her father and brother, even though both were at least 10 years her elders, by learning about the family business. Annie's relationship with her father flourished during her childhood, only putting more distance between Annie and her mother. Even after her father's death a nineteen year old Annie and her mother had a strained relationship which virtually disappeared when Annie and her older brother took over the family business.
When Annie turned 21 her brother and business partner died of malaria making Annie the sole proprietor of the trading business. Her mother protested furiously, but her rants and lectures fell on deft ears as the family funds grew under Annie's care. After more then a year of threatening to disown her only living child Annie's mother surrendered to her daughter's ambitions. The two, though still not seeing eye to eye, keep in touch through letters and gifts. Annie's mother is the one who mainly supplies her daughter's best wine, while Annie supports her mother's well to do lifestyle.
Other:
Annie, like most, has a vendetta against Jack Sparrow, him having stolen 1 of the only 2 remaining ships she owned, it's hull full of rum at the time of the theft. This involved him getting her drunk in Tortuga, calling her short, and nicking one of her pistols. Needless to say, she was livid.
Roleplay Sample:
"Buh bye now!" Annie's sickly sweet voice carried over the quickly increasing distance between the two ships. She kept up the smiling and waving of her handkerchief for a few moments longer, waiting for the Navy ship to glide along the glassy surface of the water and thankfully away from her own vessel. "Filthy rotten no good pigs." She muttered, the smile swept from her features to be replaced by a unlady like scowl. The young woman quickly moved from the rail of the ship, no longer able to look at the bloody navy ship.
"Captain Antoinette I-"
"Good sir, I am by no means nor do I desire to be the captain of this ship. It is Miss Antoinette, Miss Annie or nothing at t'all." She corrected coldly, looking at the grimy crew member with a critical eye. Under normal circumstances she wouldn't have been so testy with the crew but the naval officers had put her in a mighty foul mood. Prancing onto her ship and then having the gall to request a bottle of her wine. Etiquette required she give it them what they asked for, but she was not at all happy about the exchange. The man, surely a at least 8 years her elder, flushed slightly as her sharp eyes remained trained on him.
"Ah sorry Miss, I just been needing to tell you them Navy Officer's be heading in the direction of Port Royale. Which is to be saying if we continue this route then we'd be awful likely to cross paths with em again." His accent was thick and his english rather poor, but Annie had grown accustomed to the uneducated dribble some of the crew called speech.
"Well then, we should be changing course shouldn't we? What is the closest port to our current location?" She asked, mentally celebrating the idea of getting off the wretched ship sooner then planned. One such as herself could only take so much time at sea with uneducated blokes without going bloody mad. Annie even let her self daydream of selling the contents of the hull for an even higher value then she would have been able to at the Naval port. She knew it was a silly thought, considering that Port Royale was so established and there for far wealthier then most ports, but it eased her discontent none the less.
"Well Miss, I don't think you'll be wanting to go to the closest port. Maybe we could be going a little farther..."
"Sir, I must insist you tell me where the closest port is." In her voice a commanding tone became evident and the man seemed a bit shaken.
"Well, it would be Tortuga we'd be sailing to." His words spilled out quickly, obvious wanting to appease the young woman. She was quiet for a moment, her nose wrinkling foreboding a bad response.
"T-tell the captain or whoever it is that steers the bloody ship to change coarse and head for Tortuga." It seemed to pain Annie to say those words but the crew member didn't linger, rather bounding away to speak with the man at the wheel. Annie on the other hand returned to the rail where she had been just minutes before, the Navy ship now nearing the horizon and forgotten. Dreadful thoughts of grimy buildings and even grimier people filled Annie's mind. The pirate port, though wonderful for business considering it was full of drunks, was possibly her least favorite port of all she had seen in her life. Dirty prostitutes, shady thieves, both dwelled there but worst of all, worst of anything and everything were the pirates. Those bloody god forsaken pirates.
"I bloody hate Tortuga." She muttered, lifting her skirts a little and making her way for a her private cabin. "I need a drink."
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Also, I realize you're not at all interested in female pirates, which is why when I saw this site I thought "Oh I know! I'll make a trader girl. A nice law abiding citizen!" And Annie really did start out as an innocent trader I swear. However, I'm afraid my innocent little trader slowly took on a life of her own, developing a drinking problem, which in a chain of events turned her into somewhat of a smuggler, which is just a fancy name for a pirate. Now that the application is finished, I thought it might help if I cleared up that she only smuggles a bottle or two for herself. Anyway, I just wanted to apologize for her closeness to a pirate, that you've made clear you don't want, and for this rambling as well.
Antoinette De’Vanri
Age:
26
Gender:
Female
Allegiance:
Neutral
Occupation:
Taking up the family business, Annie now owns a small trading company started by her grandfather. Her 'Fleet' consists of a single ship that transports rum from a brewery in the more eastern ports to other ports and settlements farther west. While mostly law abiding she does occasionally smuggle a few illegal spirits for her own personal store.
Weapon of choice:
Annie prefers to use an ornate silver pistol* given to her by her father prior to his death. In her younger years she would spend time shooting rats in the alley behind her house for entertainment, making her a very good shot. She also has a particularly vicious slap reserved for men like the notorious Jack Sparrow.
*On a side note: While deciding her weapon I realized that Annie's name and skill were those of 'Annie Oakley', and it made me laugh a little. Just thought I should share my lovely random trains of thought ^.^
Home Town/Island:
Nevis, a small island in the eastern part of the West Indies.
Ship:
Drunken Maiden
Appearance:
Annie prides herself in her appearance and is rarely seen looking disheveled. She makes sure to keep her dark reddish brunette hair neatly combed and wears it up in a bun save two pieces in the front she keeps down to frame her face. When it is let down her hair can be a bit of a mess, curling this way and that in half wavy half ringlets. Her naturally light tan skin only gets darker when she goes on voyages with her ship, though she vainly tries to powder her face to give the appearance of fair skin. Her facial features are nice enough, a small nose, symmetrical brown eyes, high cheek bones and average lips. All of these are accented with various make up products, such as coal around her eyes and light pink lip paint.
Physically, Annie is a rather weak petite woman, measuring up to a meager five feet. Despite her height and alcohol addiction she is able to keep a trim figure and is very proud of how far she is able to tighten her corset. In proportion to her size, she is a bit lacking in the chest region, causing her to wear dresses that hide her short coming.
Personality:
Annie is a very independent young woman, armed with good business sense and a height complex. Due to her height she is very sensitive about being called short and often blows such comments out of proportion. Other then that she is generally a level headed person, not calm exactly, more calculating. She is very ambitious and eager to further herself in life. She also, though she'll never admit, longs to be accepted by her mother and feels the only way to do that is by moving up economically, thus her feverish pursuit of profit. While willing to work hard, she is very touchy about people questioning her authority or trying to order her around, making her a horrible employee but a talented boss. Her one weakness is foreign wines, which she tends to over indulge in.
History:
While growing up Annie was the baby of the family with a protective older brother to whom she was very close. Her mother tried to teach her daughter the more feminine way of life, but while the young girl picked up some of the traits, like keeping herself well dressed and groomed, most she rejected adamantly. Instead she attempted to follow in the foot steps of her father and brother, even though both were at least 10 years her elders, by learning about the family business. Annie's relationship with her father flourished during her childhood, only putting more distance between Annie and her mother. Even after her father's death a nineteen year old Annie and her mother had a strained relationship which virtually disappeared when Annie and her older brother took over the family business.
When Annie turned 21 her brother and business partner died of malaria making Annie the sole proprietor of the trading business. Her mother protested furiously, but her rants and lectures fell on deft ears as the family funds grew under Annie's care. After more then a year of threatening to disown her only living child Annie's mother surrendered to her daughter's ambitions. The two, though still not seeing eye to eye, keep in touch through letters and gifts. Annie's mother is the one who mainly supplies her daughter's best wine, while Annie supports her mother's well to do lifestyle.
Other:
Annie, like most, has a vendetta against Jack Sparrow, him having stolen 1 of the only 2 remaining ships she owned, it's hull full of rum at the time of the theft. This involved him getting her drunk in Tortuga, calling her short, and nicking one of her pistols. Needless to say, she was livid.
Roleplay Sample:
"Buh bye now!" Annie's sickly sweet voice carried over the quickly increasing distance between the two ships. She kept up the smiling and waving of her handkerchief for a few moments longer, waiting for the Navy ship to glide along the glassy surface of the water and thankfully away from her own vessel. "Filthy rotten no good pigs." She muttered, the smile swept from her features to be replaced by a unlady like scowl. The young woman quickly moved from the rail of the ship, no longer able to look at the bloody navy ship.
"Captain Antoinette I-"
"Good sir, I am by no means nor do I desire to be the captain of this ship. It is Miss Antoinette, Miss Annie or nothing at t'all." She corrected coldly, looking at the grimy crew member with a critical eye. Under normal circumstances she wouldn't have been so testy with the crew but the naval officers had put her in a mighty foul mood. Prancing onto her ship and then having the gall to request a bottle of her wine. Etiquette required she give it them what they asked for, but she was not at all happy about the exchange. The man, surely a at least 8 years her elder, flushed slightly as her sharp eyes remained trained on him.
"Ah sorry Miss, I just been needing to tell you them Navy Officer's be heading in the direction of Port Royale. Which is to be saying if we continue this route then we'd be awful likely to cross paths with em again." His accent was thick and his english rather poor, but Annie had grown accustomed to the uneducated dribble some of the crew called speech.
"Well then, we should be changing course shouldn't we? What is the closest port to our current location?" She asked, mentally celebrating the idea of getting off the wretched ship sooner then planned. One such as herself could only take so much time at sea with uneducated blokes without going bloody mad. Annie even let her self daydream of selling the contents of the hull for an even higher value then she would have been able to at the Naval port. She knew it was a silly thought, considering that Port Royale was so established and there for far wealthier then most ports, but it eased her discontent none the less.
"Well Miss, I don't think you'll be wanting to go to the closest port. Maybe we could be going a little farther..."
"Sir, I must insist you tell me where the closest port is." In her voice a commanding tone became evident and the man seemed a bit shaken.
"Well, it would be Tortuga we'd be sailing to." His words spilled out quickly, obvious wanting to appease the young woman. She was quiet for a moment, her nose wrinkling foreboding a bad response.
"T-tell the captain or whoever it is that steers the bloody ship to change coarse and head for Tortuga." It seemed to pain Annie to say those words but the crew member didn't linger, rather bounding away to speak with the man at the wheel. Annie on the other hand returned to the rail where she had been just minutes before, the Navy ship now nearing the horizon and forgotten. Dreadful thoughts of grimy buildings and even grimier people filled Annie's mind. The pirate port, though wonderful for business considering it was full of drunks, was possibly her least favorite port of all she had seen in her life. Dirty prostitutes, shady thieves, both dwelled there but worst of all, worst of anything and everything were the pirates. Those bloody god forsaken pirates.
"I bloody hate Tortuga." She muttered, lifting her skirts a little and making her way for a her private cabin. "I need a drink."
-----------------------------------------------------------------------
Also, I realize you're not at all interested in female pirates, which is why when I saw this site I thought "Oh I know! I'll make a trader girl. A nice law abiding citizen!" And Annie really did start out as an innocent trader I swear. However, I'm afraid my innocent little trader slowly took on a life of her own, developing a drinking problem, which in a chain of events turned her into somewhat of a smuggler, which is just a fancy name for a pirate. Now that the application is finished, I thought it might help if I cleared up that she only smuggles a bottle or two for herself. Anyway, I just wanted to apologize for her closeness to a pirate, that you've made clear you don't want, and for this rambling as well.
