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Hello! I'll post my character sheet in a bit :) Only post if your names in the title, but feel free to read along. |
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Name: Sage Gender: Male Age: 20 years Appearance: Long, messy black hair that falls over his eyes (he uses it to kinda hide behind), golden amber eyes, rather short (5'4''), very tan skin since he lives out on the ocean, lots of scars but the most obvious is one down his left cheek, Very slim and light (he lives on a ship so good food is hard to come by), Although he's slim he's still muscular due to running a ship & fighting other pirates (more refined than bulky), gives off an air of power and/or menace, has a low voice that is quiet and scratchy, he wears tattered and thin clothes which are similar to that of the lower class citizens, he wears pretty much the same thing all the time because he lives on a boat and only keeps a few outfits. He has quite a few tattoos and piercings. His ears end in a slightly pointed tip...courtasey of his mother, who was a sea nymph. Personality: Very mistrusting because of his backstory, would generally rather be alone than with people, he comes across as cold/rude/uncaring, he's very blunt and a bit crude, he's very stubborn and an extremely good fighter, when fighting he just jumps in without thinking, very hot-headed with a bad temper, tries not to get too attached to anyone, but once he forms a relationship he is very loyal and protective, he has no qualms about killing anyone/anything Weaknesses: Hot-headedness (he often gets hurt or in trouble because of it), he's very untrusting so he doesn't like to accept help, he gets flashbacks (mostly from his father, who he doesn't get along with) from his past which affects him greatly in a very negative way Strengths: Hunting/fishing, fighting, very skilled in sneaking around, knows the ocean and his ship very well, very quick and agile, very strong Other: He takes great pride in his ship & crew, and will stop at nothing to protect them. He may be young but he's smart, and he can think on his feet quickly. He's a bit of a daredevil, but only when he has to be, and so far it has proved to be a good thing. He's made his name known among the pirates...he's a good captain and a good sailor, better than a lot of the others. His ship's name is The Fury. |
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WIP Name Taylor Kestrel Gender Male Age 22 Appearance Personality Taylor isn't exactly friendly. Hes incredibly snarky with anyone who he deems a threat to him & his ship/crew. Despite this, he tends to have a more positive outlook on life, even considering the cards he had been dealt. He is also very caring for his crew, and cares for them like family. Taylor likes to think things over as well, and doesn't usually act out of anger, unless someone really pisses him off. Weaknesses -Sneaking -His hyperactivity, he doesn't pay as much attention to things as he should -Hunting & general land activities -He can underestimate people and does it quite often Strengths -Fishing -Sword fighting/fighting in general -Sailing & his ship -Agility -Taking care of his crew Other |
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Cool, are we ready to start then? |
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Yep! I'll add as we go :) Do you mind starting? |
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All right awesome! I have to run for a class RN so if u want to start u can :) |
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Taylor Kestrel * Taylor stood on the crownest of his ship, one hand raised to shield his eyes against the sun. It was blistering, even with the slow breeze. He scowled and glanced downward to the crew bustling around on deck, then back to the horizon, spotting a dark dot against the greenish blue of the sea. Another ship. The brunette blinked, watched the dot grow a little bit larger, before bracing his feet and sliding down the ladder, landing on the main deck with a light thump. "Get yourselves prepared, lads." Taylor called, waiting for the many murmurs of acknowledgement before hopping up the stairs and coming to stand next to the large wheel. He hummed and tapped his fingers gently against his breeches, watching the man beside him out of the corner of his eye. "Steering toward the ship, Captain?" "Aye." He nodded once and leaned his forearms against the railing, relishing the salty breeze against his cheeks, and the weight of the sword and pistol on each hip. |
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Sage was walking around his ship, checking in on things and making sure all his men were up and working. It wasn't like he was some cruel captain...he'd work alongside them...but they couldn't just slack off. No, there was always something to be done. The ship was their home, and if they wanted it to work well, then it needed to be well taken care of. Plus, well...sitting around getting drunk on rum wouldn't help anybody get gold or jewles or weapons. That wasn't exactly how this stuff worked. Sage himself knew how important keeping one's self fit and aware was...some of his crew didn't see the appeal in that. However, everyone worked, and sage wasn't afraid to punish those who refused to do so. Luckily, he kept a good relationship with most of his men, and they respected him as a captain. It wasn't always that way, since he was so young, but after a few battles he'd quickly earned their respect. He may not look like much...but he was strong and fast, and most importantly, he was smart. He could out-think most of those they had fought. Now, as something on the horizon caught his attention, he moved to stand on the bow of the ship, watching the oncoming vessel turn to come straight towards them. "Tell the men to ready for a battle," he instructed his first mate, a grizly old man who was rather pissy but someone he could talk to amout certain things. The man nodded and called out to the men on deck, and sage listened to the call travel through the ship before he checked his weapons and then stood there, waiting to fight alongside his men. He moved to tie his hair back into a sort of bun as he could see the men on the other ship running about, calling out a "ready your weapons," to his own crew, resting his wrist on his dagger hilt as he waited. If it wasn't a battle he didn't want to start one...but it sure looked that way to him. |
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Taylor watched the approaching ship closely, squinting slightly as he made his way back to the main deck, clapping members of his crew on the back gently. He watched the other ship's men, all of them either running about or standing stock-still. The captain was young, like himself to a degree, and seemed in complete control. It was admirable- Taylor knew how many battles it must have costed this captain to retain such control like that. He sighed, and rested a hand on the hilt of his sword, raising a hand in greeting to the other man as they grew closer and closer. It was adrenaline inducing, the moments before a fight. Those were the moments he craved the most, the anticipation, waiting on the edge of your seat for more. "Bloody hell." Taylor scoffed, eying the ship with an almost admiring gaze. Seemed this captain was more than some measly sailorman. Turning to his first mate, a weasly fellow, he waved a hand and made a 'wait' motion. There was going to be a fight- he was sure of it, but he had to make sure he had the upper hand. " 'ello, mate!" He called out to the rival captian, making himself smile. "Out for a bout around the sea, eh?" |
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Afternoon Storms, then Clearing
