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 Posted: Tue Jul 08, 2008 8:49 pm
Basic beginning stuff. [[your here]]
Rules/Story.
General Notes.
Profile Skeleton.
Accepted Profiles.
Before I get to the story, I want to make sure every one is on a different page here. Quote: 1. Gaseous Snakes: An advanced (or is that "dumb"?) form of McFlys. A: I walk to the door and open it. B: Being a fellow with a bit of foresight, I hooked that doorknob to a car battery an hour ago. You're thrown across the room. This, is totally illegal. Feel free to do it often as you see fit.
Quote: 2. IDKFA-ers: Most likely people attempting to emulate Solid Snake or some other cheesy spy-novel hero. A: You're all out of ammo for all five of your Ingram sub machine guns, 501!|). Since you're buck-naked, I know I can now safely step into the open and begin returning fire. B: Ha! Little did you know, I have twelve shuriken hidden within my pubic hair!
Now, I don't want any of this. At all. If I see this I'll promote to crew so fast make your head spin.
OK, now that's cleared up, I want to unclear a few more things. No random stuff, this is a serous LARP damn it. And unfunny business and I'll make you in act 'what do we do with a drunken sailor.'
OK, to simplify, the above actions are OK to be preformed, and are expected to be performed. I want chaos and comedy people. Yet at the same time, I want a degree of sanity, we kinda have to, some what...
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Posted: Tue Jul 08, 2008 9:27 pm
Basic beginning stuff.
Rules/Story. [[your here]]
General Notes.
Profile Skeleton.
Accepted Profiles.
1. No magic.
2. I'm this RP's God, what I say goes.
3. Tiss a comedy RP.
4. Don't flame.
5. Use [[]] for OOC.
6. Don't talk about the Blood Marry.
7. ???
8. Plunder.
9. Do keep a good head on your shoulders, in other words, don't be a pain.
10. Send profiles to me with the title 'Cherry Bomb in a Mail Box'.
Quote: The History Book In a dark and misty town a man in black ran down the street, the cold mist nipping at heels as he ran into a small manor, he moved quickly and surly to a know location at the top of the stairs, down the long dark hallway, and behind the door guarded by iron, with in the room a man of prestige sat, his hand together as he said, "I take it negotiations when well?" The man in black smile under his pulled down hat as he said in a wispered voice, "Really well, Gov'na." and form under his long jacket he pulled a gun and shot the man right in the heart, "They were just excellent. Hahahahahaha!" the man laughed as he faded into mist, till nothing was left but a pistol and note signed, "Davy Jones bids you adu."
"But that has nothing do with our tale, or does it, I wasn't really paying attention. Ether way, you've just been taken on the 'Bloody Mary,' I Piratering ship. Have a nice day, try and not die."
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Posted: Tue Jul 08, 2008 9:32 pm
Basic beginning stuff.
Rules/Story.
General Notes. [[your here]]
Profile Skeleton.
Accepted Profiles.
Notes, and stuff.
The 'Bloody Marry'
Saved space.
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Posted: Tue Jul 08, 2008 10:07 pm
Basic beginning stuff.
Rules/Story.
General Notes.
Profile Skeleton. [[your here]]
Accepted Profiles.
Terms & Agreement
[b]Gaia Name:[/b]
[b]Character Name:[/b]
[b]Position on Ship:[/b] [[first come, first serve]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Bio:[/b]
[b]Likes:[/b]
[b]Dislikes:[/b]
[b]Other:[/b]
[b]Character Description/pic:[/b]
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Posted: Tue Jul 08, 2008 10:17 pm
Basic beginning stuff.
Rules/Story.
General Notes.
Profile Skeleton.
Accepted Profiles. [[your here]]
The Known Crew
Gaia Name: Lock Wolf
Character Name: Croddyn Isl Dreephar the 7th. Other wise known as 'Cid.'
Position on Ship: Captian
Age: 24
Bio: Originally from a long line of nobles, Cid grew tired of living as what most called a prince, and their fore decided to take a trip around the world at 17, 7 years later he learned more than any noble before him and had learned he had a knack for stealing and navel command, naturally he joined a pirate crew for a few years, then quit and bought a ship of his own to become Cid: Captain of the Bloody Marry, a rather fast and well built ship.
Likes: Rum, stealing, poker, women, a intelligent conversation, a drunk conversation, the sea, and chess.
Dislikes: Losing at poker, hang overs, stupid conversations, thick jungle, and monkeys.
Other: Sucks at poker, worse at chess, and is brilliant in marksmen ship and navigation.
Character Description/pic: XXX
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Gaia Name:LadyMnemosyne
Character Name:Seylina Blackwater
Position on Ship: Lookout (keeper of the crow's nest)
Age:18
Bio: At the age of 5, Seylina was sold to a group of rogue traders in exchange for them leaving her village alone. For years, they forced the girl to perform and entertain men to raise money for them. When she was 11, the traders were rounded up by the soldiers of the Armada and executed; coincidentally, Seylina escaped from a similar fate by paying off a guard who couldn't stand killing children, and has been on the run ever since.
Likes: drinking, dancing, gambling, wide-open skies, rain, sailing
Dislikes: stormy seas, authority figures, small spaces, snakes
Other:She has also inherited some voodoo powers that commonly showed in her ancestors, most prominently her ability to see future events while dreaming.
Character Description/pic:Seylina (minus the sword)
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Gaia Name: Nina Orusa
Character Name: 'Lady' Neelum Shakeel
Position on Ship: Ship Doctor and Chef
Age: 23
Bio: With her father being a chef in one of the greatest restaurants on the high seas, and her mother being a famous doctor, it seemed obvious that Neelum would become one of the two. She surprised the world, however, by using her medical skill in her cooking, able to keep her mother's patients from growing sick, just by the food she gave them. However, Neelum's first love was not her growing profession, but swimming. Many joked that she was a mermaid, always in the water in her free time. However, when she turned sixteen, tragedy struck.
She had been swimming, like usual, when suddenly, she found herself falling. It was a great fortune that she had been found by a local fisherman. He pulled hr out of the water, and took her to her family's estate. There, she found that she had a rare condition that would cause her muscles to seize up at any moment, if she did not have something to eat or drink every hour, on the hour. Physical activity at a magnitude of swimming would make it worse, meaning she would never be able to swim again. Her heart broke.
To make up for being unable to swim, she took up sword fighting, and remained fit. She continued her medical studies, but left on her twentieth birthday, a proficient doctor, and joined the pirate crew, mainly to be on the water again.
Likes: Snakes, tea, trying to get the crew to eat healthy food, drinking (on the very, very, very rare occasion.) and trying out her new recipes on her captives (I-I mean crew!)
Dislikes: Having the crew drink on a daily basis, being unable to swim, having the crew reject her cooking, bubbly people, bad singing, and people who make rash decisions.
Other: She refuses to be without her rapier, and has an extremely high tolerance for alcohol. (It would take a keg to get er even slightly drunk)
Character Description/pic: Neelum
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2008 9:46 pm
[[Open]]
Cid bit his lip as he looked at his cards in hand, he was going to lose again, he new it. He showed his hand as did his partner, he emedietly looked down cast as the other man jumped for joy, he then looked up and thought he'd at least make the best of it, "Fine ya scallywags! Double rations for all tonight!" He said it loud and clear as he wiped all the cards and coins on the table off to the side and laughed as a few jumped after what fell off.
"Seylina! Care to entertain!? I'd ask Mary, but shes one big lass!" He and the rest of the crew started to laugh once more as he joked about his own ship, he had a feeling that tomorrow would be a good day as a mug of rum was shoved in front of him on the poker table, he tipped his hat and took his drink with a grin as he put his feet up. The crew needed a break anyway, tomorrow be good, but hard, plundering new silver coins always was.
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LadyMnemosyne Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2008 10:52 am
Looking down at Cid and the crew from where she stood in the crow's nest, Seylina called out, "Aye captain!" Grabbing onto a nearby rope, she slid down with great ease and landed near the group. Seylina pointed to one of the deckhands. "Pass me a pint lad. Dancing when yer sober ain't nearly as fun as when yer drunk."
As a mug filled to the brim was tossed to her, she raised her mug to Cid. "To the best captain who ever sailed the seas!" Seylina toasted, receiving a round of "here,here's" as she downed the drink. Someone in the crew started up a rhythm by stomping their feet and clapping and soon the crew had joined in. Seylina closed her eyes and smiled, letting the rhythm guide her movements as she began dancing, swaying to and fro with the motion of the ship.
She began singing, which apparently became contagious because others started singing along. "There's a laddie howlin' at the main topmast, our skipper comes from Barbados, he's got the name of Hammer Toes, he feeds us bread as hard as brass, our junk's as salt as a bailer's arse, the monkey wears a sailor's clothes, now, where he got 'em from, God only knows, it's up aloft that yard must go, up aloft from down below, we'll haul 'em high and let 'em dry, we'll trice 'em up into the sky, lowlands, me boys, and up she goes, get changed, me boys, for your shore-going clothes..."
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2008 12:24 am
"Haha! Can me buxom beauty sing an' dance or what? Now one ye bilge rats bring me another cup! Haha!" Cid was in one of his better moods as he took a glance around his ship, his crew would be drunk in the morning, he knew it, he'd make sure to have someone wake them up, he'd do it, but he had other plans for in the morning.
"Aye, now don't ya change to shore closes lassie, me thinkin' yer better as ye be." At this he smiled and leaned over a little to take in a different angle of her and said, "Aye, as ye be. Hehehe." He couldn't help but to laugh as he stood up, and finally got his second cup, in all truth it took long enough, but a halve drunk crew was a sloppy crew, he could forgive it. He rose his cup back up back to Seylina, then downed the glass, he'd be drunk himself by the night.
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LadyMnemosyne Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2008 8:34 pm
"If'n you say so Captain." Seylina replied with a grin. While the others were continuing to drink, she had set down her mug and walked away from the group. She made her way over to the wheel and climbed up onto the railing in front of it, looking out beyond the deck of the ship to the horizon beyond.
She much preferred sea to land, and just being able to not see land anywhere at the moment made her smile. Despite the possibility of drunken sailors in the morning, Seylina had a strong feeling that their plundering in the morning would be a success. In any case, it had better be: the crew soaked up rum like sponges, and there wasn't always a ready supply of rum to take.
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Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2008 12:19 pm
"Drinking again? You have grown quite fond of a hangover, have you? Ah well, when in Rome," Neelum called from her seat on some barrels. Next to her was a glass, now being filled with rum. She drank it with a smile on her face, her blue, angled eyes watching the crew. Her hangover remedy would come in quite handy for them anyway. She had quite and amazing tolerance of alchohol. The men hooted and yelled as she stood, her heeled boots tapping against the wood. She was quite a sight to behold, a ship doctor, wearing the clothes that she did.
A smirk painted her face, her slender fingers still holding her mug. Someone hade a move to fill it again, but stopped at a glance from her. "Tch. You'll be hating yourself on the morrow," she called to Cid, setting her glass down on a nearby table. Her voice was soft, filled with laughter and melody. She sat down on another barrel, smirking still.
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Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2008 5:51 pm
"The only thing I'd be hatin', is ye beautys till morn!" Soon as he said it him and most the crew up roared in laughter, he knew full well he'd be hating her remedies in the morning if nother else, as would the rest of the crew, but he thought it worth while. Tomorrow would be one hell of a day no matter how one looked at it. Spanish silver always was, or getting it to be precise.
Walking, or morley stumbling to to the wheel of his ship he grabbed onto it, and stood in what could be considered a captianly pose, in truth he was holding onto it for support, not yet so drunk to have lost himself, yet still drunk enough to stagger and sway if not with out support, yet like Neelum, he had a knack for alcohol, still of a different kind though. He technical couldn't hold his liquor, and got drunk in a drum beat, but he also recovered fast, still drunk, but somewhat oddly sober. The crew called it his 'Captain's Focus', he called it a tolerance from have being drunk off his a** for most of the last seven years of his life.
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Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2008 7:24 pm
Seylina turned around and looked back at the Captain. She climbed down into a sitting position on the railing, tilting her head and swinging her feet slightly. "She's right ya know. I'll be right out of place for sayin' this, but you should take it a little easier; Some o' us look up ta ya..."
Without another word she climbed back onto the railing and grabbed onto a nearby rope, climbing back up into the crow's nest. Seylina lay back and crossed her arms behind her head, gazing up at the stars. She wouldn't sleep much that night, and hardly ever did for that matter.
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LadyMnemosyne Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2008 6:43 am
Neelum smirked as she watched him sway and stagger. A sharp, cold laugh escaped her lips at his words, joining the laughing crew. She watched the crew feign surprise at her laugh, a rare thing. "Now, now, Captain, my remedies will make you quite hate drinking if you continue on. Ye'll be too hungover to fight the Spaniards," she called, her voice taunting. With quick, measured steps, she was up on the the other side of the ship, in front of a small room that had been allotted for her and any ill crew members.
At Seylina's words, she seemed to nod, but said nothing as she disappeared into her room, needing sleep. At least she would be able to rest, and in the morning, a warm cup of tea would allow her a full sweep of movement. She settled into a hammok that had been set up for her in the corner, the bed reserved for the stew. A smile played on her face as she layed there, her hands holding a book. She read, a candle allowing her a flickering light.
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