Post by A New Captain Sparrow on Jul 31, 2007 1:16:23 GMT -5
Name: Captain Jack C. Sparrow
Age: Anywhere between 30 and 40
Gender: Male
Allegiance: Jack Sparrows allegiance lies with Jack Sparrow
Occupation: Gentleman of Fortune (AKA Pirate)
Weapon of Choice:His Italian made cutlass
Home Town/Island: The sea is home
Ship:The Black Pearl
Appearance: Sun tanned, sea whethered and worn. Dark brown hair with beads collected from many adventures, a bone sticking out for luck. A white shirt that has seen better days, brown trousers, brown boots that come just below the knees, a long hemp sash from back with Barbossa mutineed on him the first time and used it to tie him to the mast. Various other trinkets from around the world.
Personality: Strange
History: I like to reveal a characters history gradually through a role play so I'm not too keen on posting it all here but I can if you really wish me to.
Other: Has questionable hygiene habits.
Recruited By: Hector Barbossa
Role Play sample---------
The Sea. It's beauty and infinite vastness demands the veneration of all those who view or venture out upon it. To the sailors and pirates alike the ocean is a 'SHE' as vexating a vixen that ever lured the hearts of men away from home and hearth, that stirred a storm in their very soul that can never be soothed again except by the sea's own touch. An immortal lover who's beauty will never fade, it may be forever changing by the vicissitudes of wind and wave,but it's always there; always the same in a sense.The ocean calls not just to men but to all that come within hearing. It knows a restless heart from a mile off, and tempts them with an age old question '' what lies beyond that horizon for me?'' the possibilities can stir an unsatiable desire to find out. But few hear the call and fewer have the courage to answer for answering that qusetion can lead to fame and fortune or a bleak demise. Sometimes it's the unpredictability that intices, for one can always predict the sea to be unpredictable. Some days it will give selflessly with the heart of a saint ,and the next it will take with the heartlessness of the devil himself. Thus creating the same love and hate reltionship that is often similar to that of marriage or so they say.
Our story starts at open sea around the witching hour of midnight. The gaze follows across a bleak and morbid sea as it always is at night. Not even a seabird's cry to break the silence. All that can be heard is the monotonous lapping of the gentle waves as they roll on to a destination unknown and, across an infinite ocean of blackness. At times like these the loneliness of it all can hit one like a brick. To be lost out in this is, to cry and cry with only the moon and stars to hear, to look out in every direction and see only water and more water and to know that beneath it's opaque waves is just an inky abyss, is truely the storyline of a real and very possible nightmare. Those are some of the thoughts that can come to mind as we go across the endless enigmatic waters.
However, on this night music is drifting on the winds and there, there in the cryptic night are lights. Not just lights but the soft glow of a ships kerosine lamps. As one get's closer the lights get brighter and brighter as there are so many of them lit. So warm and inviting in all this blackness but strangely that is all one can really see. For the ship is black, the sails are of black and it's been doing some even blacker deeds today. It is none other then The Black Pearl captained by the nefarious Captain Jack Sparrow. The ship is all lit up and as one comes closer, more lights! There is another ship attached by grapnels and boarding planks. It's a merchant ship that the pirates had attacked earlier in the evening. They had obviously made a good raid on it for there was laughter and accordean music was being played. The music was played badly and completely out of tune but all these pirates have had enough to drink at this point that at music is not only good but danceable. The surviving merchants were probably not enjoying this as much as the pirates are, being locked in the brig or tied up somewhere on deck. The Black Pearl's crew was going back fourth from both ships getting the goods from the merchant and taking it over to the Pearl. Things like spices, cloth, china, opium, tobacco, sugar, coffee and ect were being taken down to the hold. They would eventually be sold to some smuggler and the profits devied up amongst the crew everyone getting an equal share. The immediate treasure such as coinage, gold, gems and other objects of a shiny nature were being tossed in the center of the main deck and would be divided up equally once it was all there.
Various treasure chests were being set in the middle near the main mast. Their lids were off and treasure was overflowing onto the deck and strewn all over a small area surrounded by crates of rum bottles that rattled inside their cases each time someone bumped into them or set something on top. In the midst of all this sat Capn Sparrow he was on his knees infront of a treasure chest running his hands through it. The light from the many lanterns hung all over the ship cast a dim glow on him with his dark features and sunkissed skin. Attired in his usual brown seamans coat and worn out tircorn hat he ran his hands through the loot. First burrying them deep in chest and bringing them up slowly to his face watching as the gold coins cascaded down through his fingers and off his hands. Making that clink clink sound of the metallic metal hitting other metallic metal. The light on the gold being refelcted in his dark eyes making them burn like coals as he continued to do this over and over again in pure ecstasy.
Everything else in the world seemed to fade away into the background for Jack with his treausre. The music and laughter became distant and the voices seemed far off so far off that he hadn't even notice Master Gibbs come up behind him " Captain? Captain? ..CAPTAIN!'' Jack jumped back startled. His gaze turned to meet Gibbs one of his hands having caught a large string of pearls betwinxt his long tanned fingers. " Ah Gibbs'' he said with a hinting tone of relief ''How are things?Any damage to the ship?" Gibbs was holding a rum bottle in his hand and swaying every now and then " Damage? Oh! Dmage...yes a lot of it'' Jack rolled his eyes " Could we be a little more detailed mate?'' Gibbs " Aye..sorry. Water in the bilges up by 2 maybe 3 inches'' Jack '' that's not so bad'' Gibbs '' took quite a few losses on t' crew wounded and what not.'' Jack " to be expected anything else?" Gibbs nodded " Well, they riddled our sails with chain shot..tore em up, we got t' fire out down below ,but we lost 2 cannons and 1 swivel.'' Jack wasn't really listening at this point for Mr.Cottons' parrot had flown in landing near the treasure ''glittering gold'' it squawked. Jack gathered up some of the treasure protectively while eyeing the parrot suspiciously. The parrot turned to the side to get a look at Jack out of his other eye. It squawked again and Jack " My treasure'' he told the bird. " Captain" Gibbs said trying to get Jack's attention. Jack sighed in mild irritattion " I" am sure whatever damage is done..we can refit at sea taking whatever we need off that ship there'' motioning with a careless wave in the general direction of the merchant ship. Gibbs shrugged " We will be able to ...mostly but t' mast our mast is t' problem. We need to make port as soon as possible and get a new one" Jack " Why don't we just take t' one off t' ship over there?" Gibbs " take a look at it.'' Jack gazed over at the merchant ship seeing it's fore mast broke and bent over with the sails lying there in the water. He made a face " I see what ye mean. So where 's t' nearest port?" GIbbs '' T' nearest port well it's...it's a place ye be familiar with and all. Not really that far really...nice place a little unfriendly but...'' getting cut off by Jack " I deduce from the fact that ye most unwilling to name any names that I won't be liking t' name of said familiar yet unfriendly port. Name it!'' Gibbs " Port Royal'' Jack wrinkled his nose as the mention of Port Royal " Blah!'' he said rolling his tongue as he said it. " Aye I thought t' same when I saw t' chart'' Gibbs agreed. Jack sighed putting the string of pearls around his neck " We make for Port Royal in t' morning then'' just then a few of his crew mates staggered drunkenly by and passed out in a sack of grain. Jack looked to Gibbs " On second thought, tomorrow late afternoon very late'' figuring in time for everyone to sober up. Gibbs nodded " Aye captain'' with his tasks mostly done for the night he began enjoying himself with the crew and relaxing back with a bottle of rum.
Left alone Jack grabbed a bottle of rum, pushed himself up off his knees and swaggerd over into the darkness. He leaned on the bulwharks uncorking his rum. He took a long swig leaning his head back as he drank some down. Exhaling with a deep satisfaction, he looked out across the sea. A quarter moon sat at it's zenith casting little to no ligh,t and without the glow of the moon, the stars are accentuated as they contrast brightly against the dark night sky. Every constellation seems visible tonight to a trained eye. The southern cross rests in the southern sky, Orion in the east, ursa minor in the north and Casseopia to it's west.
Age: Anywhere between 30 and 40
Gender: Male
Allegiance: Jack Sparrows allegiance lies with Jack Sparrow
Occupation: Gentleman of Fortune (AKA Pirate)
Weapon of Choice:His Italian made cutlass
Home Town/Island: The sea is home
Ship:The Black Pearl
Appearance: Sun tanned, sea whethered and worn. Dark brown hair with beads collected from many adventures, a bone sticking out for luck. A white shirt that has seen better days, brown trousers, brown boots that come just below the knees, a long hemp sash from back with Barbossa mutineed on him the first time and used it to tie him to the mast. Various other trinkets from around the world.
Personality: Strange
History: I like to reveal a characters history gradually through a role play so I'm not too keen on posting it all here but I can if you really wish me to.
Other: Has questionable hygiene habits.
Recruited By: Hector Barbossa
Role Play sample---------
The Sea. It's beauty and infinite vastness demands the veneration of all those who view or venture out upon it. To the sailors and pirates alike the ocean is a 'SHE' as vexating a vixen that ever lured the hearts of men away from home and hearth, that stirred a storm in their very soul that can never be soothed again except by the sea's own touch. An immortal lover who's beauty will never fade, it may be forever changing by the vicissitudes of wind and wave,but it's always there; always the same in a sense.The ocean calls not just to men but to all that come within hearing. It knows a restless heart from a mile off, and tempts them with an age old question '' what lies beyond that horizon for me?'' the possibilities can stir an unsatiable desire to find out. But few hear the call and fewer have the courage to answer for answering that qusetion can lead to fame and fortune or a bleak demise. Sometimes it's the unpredictability that intices, for one can always predict the sea to be unpredictable. Some days it will give selflessly with the heart of a saint ,and the next it will take with the heartlessness of the devil himself. Thus creating the same love and hate reltionship that is often similar to that of marriage or so they say.
Our story starts at open sea around the witching hour of midnight. The gaze follows across a bleak and morbid sea as it always is at night. Not even a seabird's cry to break the silence. All that can be heard is the monotonous lapping of the gentle waves as they roll on to a destination unknown and, across an infinite ocean of blackness. At times like these the loneliness of it all can hit one like a brick. To be lost out in this is, to cry and cry with only the moon and stars to hear, to look out in every direction and see only water and more water and to know that beneath it's opaque waves is just an inky abyss, is truely the storyline of a real and very possible nightmare. Those are some of the thoughts that can come to mind as we go across the endless enigmatic waters.
However, on this night music is drifting on the winds and there, there in the cryptic night are lights. Not just lights but the soft glow of a ships kerosine lamps. As one get's closer the lights get brighter and brighter as there are so many of them lit. So warm and inviting in all this blackness but strangely that is all one can really see. For the ship is black, the sails are of black and it's been doing some even blacker deeds today. It is none other then The Black Pearl captained by the nefarious Captain Jack Sparrow. The ship is all lit up and as one comes closer, more lights! There is another ship attached by grapnels and boarding planks. It's a merchant ship that the pirates had attacked earlier in the evening. They had obviously made a good raid on it for there was laughter and accordean music was being played. The music was played badly and completely out of tune but all these pirates have had enough to drink at this point that at music is not only good but danceable. The surviving merchants were probably not enjoying this as much as the pirates are, being locked in the brig or tied up somewhere on deck. The Black Pearl's crew was going back fourth from both ships getting the goods from the merchant and taking it over to the Pearl. Things like spices, cloth, china, opium, tobacco, sugar, coffee and ect were being taken down to the hold. They would eventually be sold to some smuggler and the profits devied up amongst the crew everyone getting an equal share. The immediate treasure such as coinage, gold, gems and other objects of a shiny nature were being tossed in the center of the main deck and would be divided up equally once it was all there.
Various treasure chests were being set in the middle near the main mast. Their lids were off and treasure was overflowing onto the deck and strewn all over a small area surrounded by crates of rum bottles that rattled inside their cases each time someone bumped into them or set something on top. In the midst of all this sat Capn Sparrow he was on his knees infront of a treasure chest running his hands through it. The light from the many lanterns hung all over the ship cast a dim glow on him with his dark features and sunkissed skin. Attired in his usual brown seamans coat and worn out tircorn hat he ran his hands through the loot. First burrying them deep in chest and bringing them up slowly to his face watching as the gold coins cascaded down through his fingers and off his hands. Making that clink clink sound of the metallic metal hitting other metallic metal. The light on the gold being refelcted in his dark eyes making them burn like coals as he continued to do this over and over again in pure ecstasy.
Everything else in the world seemed to fade away into the background for Jack with his treausre. The music and laughter became distant and the voices seemed far off so far off that he hadn't even notice Master Gibbs come up behind him " Captain? Captain? ..CAPTAIN!'' Jack jumped back startled. His gaze turned to meet Gibbs one of his hands having caught a large string of pearls betwinxt his long tanned fingers. " Ah Gibbs'' he said with a hinting tone of relief ''How are things?Any damage to the ship?" Gibbs was holding a rum bottle in his hand and swaying every now and then " Damage? Oh! Dmage...yes a lot of it'' Jack rolled his eyes " Could we be a little more detailed mate?'' Gibbs " Aye..sorry. Water in the bilges up by 2 maybe 3 inches'' Jack '' that's not so bad'' Gibbs '' took quite a few losses on t' crew wounded and what not.'' Jack " to be expected anything else?" Gibbs nodded " Well, they riddled our sails with chain shot..tore em up, we got t' fire out down below ,but we lost 2 cannons and 1 swivel.'' Jack wasn't really listening at this point for Mr.Cottons' parrot had flown in landing near the treasure ''glittering gold'' it squawked. Jack gathered up some of the treasure protectively while eyeing the parrot suspiciously. The parrot turned to the side to get a look at Jack out of his other eye. It squawked again and Jack " My treasure'' he told the bird. " Captain" Gibbs said trying to get Jack's attention. Jack sighed in mild irritattion " I" am sure whatever damage is done..we can refit at sea taking whatever we need off that ship there'' motioning with a careless wave in the general direction of the merchant ship. Gibbs shrugged " We will be able to ...mostly but t' mast our mast is t' problem. We need to make port as soon as possible and get a new one" Jack " Why don't we just take t' one off t' ship over there?" Gibbs " take a look at it.'' Jack gazed over at the merchant ship seeing it's fore mast broke and bent over with the sails lying there in the water. He made a face " I see what ye mean. So where 's t' nearest port?" GIbbs '' T' nearest port well it's...it's a place ye be familiar with and all. Not really that far really...nice place a little unfriendly but...'' getting cut off by Jack " I deduce from the fact that ye most unwilling to name any names that I won't be liking t' name of said familiar yet unfriendly port. Name it!'' Gibbs " Port Royal'' Jack wrinkled his nose as the mention of Port Royal " Blah!'' he said rolling his tongue as he said it. " Aye I thought t' same when I saw t' chart'' Gibbs agreed. Jack sighed putting the string of pearls around his neck " We make for Port Royal in t' morning then'' just then a few of his crew mates staggered drunkenly by and passed out in a sack of grain. Jack looked to Gibbs " On second thought, tomorrow late afternoon very late'' figuring in time for everyone to sober up. Gibbs nodded " Aye captain'' with his tasks mostly done for the night he began enjoying himself with the crew and relaxing back with a bottle of rum.
Left alone Jack grabbed a bottle of rum, pushed himself up off his knees and swaggerd over into the darkness. He leaned on the bulwharks uncorking his rum. He took a long swig leaning his head back as he drank some down. Exhaling with a deep satisfaction, he looked out across the sea. A quarter moon sat at it's zenith casting little to no ligh,t and without the glow of the moon, the stars are accentuated as they contrast brightly against the dark night sky. Every constellation seems visible tonight to a trained eye. The southern cross rests in the southern sky, Orion in the east, ursa minor in the north and Casseopia to it's west.