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 Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2007 1:33 pm
 Ahoy, me hearties. This be Pandy's thread for a black pirate ship's cat. Ships' cats were always considered lucky among sailors of all kinds, but the black ones were a special breed of luck. 'Tis best to beware the fickle luck afforded by a black cat, because he can bring yer doom as quickly as yer success...
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2007 1:35 pm
 .1. welcome .2. navigate .3. ships’ cats .4. melchizedek .5. katrina chandler .6. family .7. sample .8. credit/thanks
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2007 1:36 pm
Most seafaring men kept a cat or two aboard their ships to keep the rats down. Sailors on a whole are a superstitious lot, though, and as time went on, cats became a part of these superstitions. A ship’s cat is good luck. Black cats especially were good omens.
But pirates’ beliefs were a little bit different from the beliefs of other sailors. A cat licking its fur the wrong way was warning of nasty luck to follow. A cat's sneeze warned of rain. Cats playing with string could summon storms. To kill a cat is to provoke nine years’ bad luck. A drowned cat brings the Tempest. Black cats could not be allowed to run about on deck, for black cats carry gales in their tails, and a running one called the wind. Belowdecks, the sea spirits cannot hear a calling cat, but above...
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2007 1:36 pm
Gender: Male
Base: Black cat
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Appearance:
Hair:
Sleek and black, naturally straight
Eyes:
Large and slanted, with slit-pupils. Bright yellow-green.
Skin:
Dark tan
Other:
Melchy has the ears and tail of a cat, both covered in fur the same texture and colour as his hair. There are claws on the tips of his fingers and toes and black “paw-pad” like marks on his hands and feet.
~As a baby~
Melchy is round and endearing, with large ears and eyes but a rather short tail. His hair is short but not too short, falling gently over his forehead. He has large hands and feet and is clumsy in his movements, much like a kitten. He won’t mind clothes but will prefer things that don’t hamper his movement. No shoes.
~As a child~
Melchizedek has grown a little bit and is no longer round. He is much sleeker, much more proportionate, and his tail has gotten longer. His hair is just long enough to fall into his eyes, now. He does not wear shoes and always seems to be running around. He shows a preference for simple, easy-to-move-in clothes in bright colours. These are always torn.
~As a teen~
Melchy is on the short side for a teenage boy, reaching somewhere like 5’5” by age sixteen. He is very sleek, almost feminine, and moves gracefully, like a cat. Despite this slight effeminacy of body-shape, however, Melchizedek is decidedly male and has a tendency to put on a show for the girls. He likes tight clothing, particularly tight pants, and wears colours that compliment his dark complexion and bright eyes. He wears his hair chin-length, swooped to the side over one eye. His tail is fully three feet long now, and is usually held gracefully in an arc behind him. All part of the presentation, my dears. Generally no shoes.
~As a youth~
Melchy hasn’t changed much from when he was a teen, although he is more proportionate, taller, and slightly more filled out now. He is still not very tall, standing at 5’7,” and his effeminacy is still lurking. His hair falls to his shoulders in slight waves that one can only assume he puts in artificially. His manner of dress is much the same as it was in his teen years, although he dresses more formally now as well.
~As an adult~
He has cut his hair so it falls in gentle layers to just above his shoulders, and has not grown any taller. He retains his effeminate shape, although his mannerisms are male, and dresses mostly in button-down shirts and slacks. For the most part, he has become rather proper, and is very fussy about his appearance.
~~~
Personality:
Likes: The sun, milk, the sky, wind, girls, his hair, sailing, going barefoot, breaking things.
Dislikes: Getting messy, being kept indoors, bees, dogs, doing work.
~As a baby~
Melchy is a rather loud, playful baby. He likes being held and talked to, and he also likes pulling hair. In general, he sleeps quite a bit, especially if he’s left in a warm place. As soon as he learns to crawl, he’s laying in the sun and moving with it, just like a kitten. And just like a kitten, as soon as he learns to crawl he’s everywhere. He’s an enormous handful, even if only because he crawls off when Katrina’s not looking.
He learns to walk quickly and at a very early age and is running much earlier than human children. Even at this age, he loves being outside and cries if he is made to come in. If he could live outside, he would. He can be very temperamental, one minute wanting to be held, the next wanting to run off and play. He doesn’t like being told to do things. He also has an insatiable instinct for mischief, pulling plates off the table and knocking down vases. He seems to find it funny. He hates shoes and adores being the center of attention.
~As a child~
He is still playful, although now he’s a lot more rambunctious. His catlike nature is really starting to kick in. When he’s let in, he wants to go back out. Offer him food, and he refuses, but he’s always hungry when it’s inconvenient. In fact, he delights in causing little inconveniences and troubles. His destruction of things is completely deliberate now, but somehow, they can never technically be pinned down on him.
He would live outside if he could, and he never dresses for the weather. Wind doesn’t bother him at all, and neither does rain. In fact, he enjoys storms. Since he has really started talking, he has found delight in teasing and mockery and is positively vicious about it. He still hates shoes and won’t wear anything Katrina wants him to. He has a tendency not to come when called but to show up whenever Katrina is busy with something else. All his clothes get torn on purpose, because Melchy knows it exasperates his guardian. Like a growing kitten, he is always into something, but the trouble he causes is purposeful.
~As a teen~
Melchy has discovered girls. Almost everything he does now is to impress the ladies. Suddenly, he is more practical and easygoing in stature, not running around nearly as much. All the same, he still loves inclement weather and spends most of his time outside. Windstorms seem to follow him now, and he is getting seriously into sailing. He’s found he has a natural affinity for it and loves showing off, especially when girls are there to watch his prowess at catching the wind. He is becoming a sleek, smooth talker, and seems to be more interested in how many girls he can win than spending time with any one girl in particular.
His exuberant nature has been tempered somewhat, although he still likes messing things up and practical jokes that lead to embarrassment or pain on the part of someone else. He is refusing to listen to Katrina more than ever now, sometimes doing the blatant opposite of what she asks, other times exasperating her nearly to the point of tears and then acting affectionate when she doesn’t want him around. He seems to hang around at inopportune moments and always leaves when he’s needed. If he’s not being a general a**, he’s sleeping.
~As a youth~
Even though he has gotten past the obnoxious teen stage, Melchy is still a complete tomcat. He dates very briefly and has a tendency to leave very quickly and for no real reason. He finds that he has a lot of trouble justifying his actions to girls, and thus tends to look for girls who won’t demand a lot of commitment. He’s developing a sort of fear of it.
He has remained a showoff, and still absolutely loves sailing. By now, he has discovered that he can control the weather to some degree, and he uses this to its fullest advantage. He often calls rain for other peoples’ picnics, and loves watching college students’ papers blow away in unexpected windgusts. He is still as arrogant as ever, and has a tendency to be painfully fickle about everything, often changing his mind just to frustrate people.
~As an adult~
Will be determined through RP. I don’t want to lock him into anything yet, although I’m pretty sure he’ll settle down.
~~~
Abilities:
Fair-weather friend (manifest late childhood):
Melchizedek has a limited ability to control the weather. Mostly, this consists of winds. But if there are storm clouds on the horizon or rain on the wind, he can use this wind manipulation to bring in foul weather. He does this when he is angry, or when he just feels like being a pain. There is a degree of uncontrollability to this, though, and wind is a fickle element to control. His control of the wind is complete only about ten percent of the time, and he has none at all once he’s called it about forty percent of the time. The other fifty, Melchy can sort of make the weather do what he wants.
Gale (manifest baby):
Melchizedek can inadvertently call a gale once he has learned to run. If he is outside or abovedecks on a boat and is allowed to run around wildly, he will call the strong winds and driving rain typical of the storm. As a very small child, the gale will not be that bad and will probably dissipate shortly after the child is stilled. When he gets older, the strength of this storm will increase. As he learns that his level of activity on deck is what drives this weather, he will learn to keep still.
Heightened senses (manifest birth):
Melchy has the heightened hearing and sense of smell of a cat, and his night vision is spectacular. He can see in very little light. His sense of hearing is about ten times better than an average human’s and his sense of smell about five times better. This means that he can easily hear whispers across a crowded room, though he will probably not be able to interpret them among all the other noises. This sound sensitivity will also keep him up at night, as he will catch every little sound. His heightened sense of smell is not particularly useful, although it means that pleasant things smell five times more pleasant. It also means that he will have difficulty coping with strong scents like perfume, to which he will probably have a mild allergy.
~~~
Weaknesses:
Colourblind:
Melchy’s colour vision has been sacrificed somewhat. The number of cones in his eyes is fewer than in those of pure humans, because of the elevated number of rods that give him his exceptional night vision. This means that, while he can still see colours, they will be muddied and not as sharp as people. He can still see the primary colours quite well, but other shades and mixes all sort of look similar.
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2007 1:38 pm
Gender: Female
Age: 42
Occupation: Pirate captain
Appearance:
Katrina is average height for a woman; she stands at about five foot five-and-a-half and usually wears heeled boots, giving her a typical height of a little bit less than five foot eight. She is not young and doesn’t look it. That said, she does not look any older than she is, either. Her gold-blonde hair is still unmarred by grey, and though her face is lined, it looks more weather-beaten than aged. Her skin was originally quite pale—the typical accompaniment to blonde hair and blue eyes—but now it is darkened from almost constant exposure to sun and weather. She is of average weight, and the actual number is of no concern to her. Suffice to say that mediocre nutrition and constant exercise do not lend themselves to obesity.
She dresses sensibly, in trousers and button-down shirts. She always wears a gold sash around her waist, in which she keeps a belt pouch, a knife, and an ornate silver flask that always contains a few mouthfuls of expensive rum. She is almost never seen without her sword, a well-made Spanish blade with an intricate crossguard and hilt. When she is really playing captain, she wears a black tricorn hat and a violet frock coat. Her boots are knee-high and always polished. Even though she is a pirate, she always gives off an air of crisp impeccability. She almost always looks spotless, a difficult feat to accomplish after days at sea.
Personality:
Katrina is a female pirate captain. That in itself has molded her into a hardened, no-nonsense sort of woman. She does not truck with foolishness, and she will not tolerate idiots in her vicinity. She is not quick to anger, but she does become irritated swiftly, and she is easily frustrated in the presence of people she thinks are beneath her. She has a tendency to be very sarcastic and very droll, and her sense of humour is typically British. She enjoys plays on words and subtly academic jokes. She much prefers humour that people would refer to as ‘dry’ to the slapstick so popular among her crew. She has a tendency to refer to that as ‘childish.’ She also never gets drunk, ever.
Oddly enough, Katrina is a well-educated woman, and she speaks very articulate, very proper English. Her vocabulary is impressive, and she is a stickler for the precise word for the precise moment. She speaks quickly and often, quick to criticize. She is an absolute cynic, and regards most things with a pessimistic eye. She would call it ‘realism,’ though, and that worldview is what consolidated her position as captain.
Like most pirates, Katrina has a dangerous, ruthless streak. She is not power-mad like some captains, and she is not obsessed with treasure like some pirates. She will not lead her men into unnecessary danger unless the payoff is well worth it, which is only in the case of obscene amounts of money. She is not opposed to killing people, especially people who are trying to kill her, and she does not feel guilty about causing harm of any sort, unless she punishes someone she cares about and later finds out they were not, in fact, at fault.
As a captain, Katrina is hard but fair. She does not allow ‘stupidity’ on her ship, and she is very firm about her rules. Rule number one: do as you are told by me. Rule number two: need there be another? She has no tolerance for people who do not listen to her, and she has marooned crewmembers who were insolent or rude or disobedient on more than one occasion. That said, she divides all earnings evenly among her crew after she’s taken a twenty percent share for herself and a fifteen percent share for her first mate, and she lets her men spend money as they will. She does not take responsibility for others’ mistakes, although she is fully aware that her crew’s behaviour reflects on her. She makes sure her crew knows that, and she does punish them when they embarrass her.
Katrina has never spent much time with children, although she does not dislike the ones she has met. With a kid, I imagine she would be much the same as she is with her crew: hard but fair. She wouldn’t truck much with insolence, and the brig seems as good a place as any to lock an impudent teenager if he mouths off.
Likes: Sailing, money, being on deck of a ship, good weather, dolphins (sign of good luck), rum, sea shanties, cartography, Shakespeare.
Dislikes: Idiots, drunkenness, losing money, disrespect, ignorance, poorly performed theatre, mimes, being dirty, being cooped up inside, brawling.
History: Katrina was born into a well-to-do family. She grew up well-educated in reading, arithmetic, and philosophy, and while she did not resent every minute of her life as an upper-class young woman, she was not impressed by the life she led. It would be incorrect to say that she craved excitement, but she did harbour an insatiable curiosity as to the world outside of her house. By the time she turned sixteen, she decided she had better things to do than to spend her life holed up and producing children for a man she married only for his status, and decided to do something about it.
As soon as she came of age at nineteen, she asked for her dowry, took it, and left for more interesting things. She bought passage to warmer and more exciting climates, where she took up work as a barmaid and transcribed letters from illiterate sailors to their families. While this was no more exciting and quite a bit more difficult than living comfortably, it was a change, and Katrina found it interesting. By the time she had turned twenty-one, however, she was ready for a change. She signed on as a scribe for a circumnavigational voyage, curious to see what lay in store for her.
Twelve days after the ship set out, it was attacked by pirates. Katrina and the other two young women aboard the merchant vessel were taken as prisoners aboard the pirate ship Ghost. Katrina proved herself interesting to the ship’s captain by standing on deck and insulting him colourfully and literately, and he elected to keep her on deck as more than just a toy for his men. Katrina was less-than-pleased with this arrangement but was in no position to argue.
The next time Ghost made port, the men dumped Katrina, who had been making herself a hassle aboard their ship for the past two weeks. Katrina, finding that she was suddenly marooned in an unfamiliar place without money, once again got a job as a barmaid. She spent five years at that port, deciding what to do with her life. She learned to fight with swords and shoot a gun, and she learned how to drink and gamble. She signed on to a pirate ship at the age of twenty-seven. The crew found value in her vicious streak and unusual choices of words.
Not much else happened to Katrina, other than she learned how to really maraud and pillage, for another ten years. At this point, she had moved up to the position of quartermaster and inundated herself with her captain. Then, when she was thirty-seven, the ship she had signed on with came into conflict with the pirate ship that had taken her prisoner. In an open-water battle, Katrina and several others boarded Ghost and managed to kill a goodly number of its crew. Katrina herself shot its captain, not out of a desire for revenge but rather out of a desire to win the fight.
Under pirate law, Katrina was now technically in position to take captaincy of Ghost. She did not much fancy the concept, but at the urging of her captain, who could not spare his first mate to do the job, she took the position and became part of an allied fleet with her old ship, Enchanter. Then she promptly made way back to the waters near her homeland and marauded in true pirate fashion, more to prove that she was more exciting now than anything else.
She has been captain of Ghost for the past five years.
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2007 1:40 pm
Blood Relation: None
Description: Katrina’s first mate, Wings will be like an uncle to Melchizedek. Since Katrina is a defiantly single woman, Wings will be the main male influence in Melchy’s life, and it will be under his teachings that Melchy will learn to impress the ladies. Hawkiss is a cheerful man, much less prone to irritation and anger than his captain, and while he is not formally educated, he is somewhat self-taught and knows keen arithmetic, like many pirates. He can read, not well, and loves children. He will be the man who spoils Melchizedek.
Spence
Blood Relation: None
Description: Katrina’s cabin-boy, the one member of the crew other than Hawkiss that she is unwilling to get rid of, Spence will be something like an older-brother-figure to Melchy. He is not a particularly bright boy and is uneducated, but he will be the one who keeps Melchy out of trouble and who teaches him how to lie and sneak around rules. He will also be the one, other than Katrina, whom Melchy spends the most time harassing.
The Crew of the Pirate Ship Ghost
Blood Relations: None
Description: Katrina is a pirate captain. She has a large crew, numbering somewhere between twelve and twenty at all times, and all of these pirates will be around teaching Melchizedek how to be a pirate. He will be in pretty awful company, when it all comes down to it, but he will learn how to fight and gamble and drink from these men (and possibly women). He will also learn his somewhat twisted morality and belief system from them, and he will be the cause of much consternation when he realizes how superstitious pirates really are.
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2007 1:41 pm
“No!” Melchizedek snapped, baring his teeth and further scaling the rigging. He was almost out of reach, and then he’d be able to do as he pleased until…
His foot slipped. Yowling surprise, the two-year-old lost his grip and fell backwards. He hissed and tried to flip over, only to tangle his foot in the web of rope. With another indignant yowl, he fell and hit the mast he had been trying to scale, hanging upside down by one trapped leg. He growled, reaching up to slash at the ropes. His claws scrabbled at the tarred surface but nothing happened. Growling his frustration, ears pinned flat to his head, the toddler thrashed, tangling himself further.
“All right, boyo, let’s get you down.” The voice was pleasant and amused. Still growling to himself, Melchizedek turned and met the level gaze of his guardian’s first mate. The man smiled at him. “Stupid child, climbing rigging only to get caught in it. You expect to become a pirate?” he said lightly, reaching out to untangle Melchy.
The boy’s eyes grew wide and then narrowed, and he flattened already pinned ears harder to his skull. Hawkiss was saying he wasn’t a pirate? But he was too a pirate! Baring his teeth at the man, he hissed and slashed his needle-sharp claws into the mate’s hand. Hawkiss swore and jerked back, sucking on the back of his hand.
“Cap’n, come an’ get the bilgerat!” he shouted, glaring at Melchizedek with eyes that had lost all humour and warmth. Melchy remembered suddenly that the man had reached his position by killing its previous holder and hissed again, lashing out again in an attempt to keep him back.
Hawkiss kept his distance, all-too aware of the sharpness of those claws. He opened his mouth to say something else when footsteps drew the attention of both child and first mate.
“Melchizedek, what is this?”
The boy froze in mid-swipe, looking over at the newest arrival with wide green eyes. The newcomer, one Katrina Chandler, put her hands on her hips and glared at Melchizedek. He let his hands drop so they hung limply over his head and unpinned his ears.
“Playing, mama,” he answered, wide-eyed and innocent. Katrina frowned and Hawkiss snorted, earning a punch from the woman. Pirate captains were not called ‘mama’. Melchy let his ears droop and pouted endearingly. Katrina snorted and grabbed the rigging, twitching it so it untangled the boy’s legs and he fell in a heap on his head. He yowled loudly, trying to scramble to his feet and tangling himself again in the rigging.
“Two years old,” Hawkiss grumbled, wrapping a kerchief around his hand, “and already more trouble than the lot of us.” He shot a crooked grin at his captain. “Ye’ve gotten yerself in a bit deep, haven’t ye, Cap’n?”
Katrina snorted and picked up the struggling Melchizedek, setting him on his feet. He put his ears back, swore loudly, and ran off, ducking under a boatswain’s arm and dashing across the deck. He met curses and light slaps as the crew tried to keep him out of their work or away from them. He ran the perimeter of the main deck and then skipped toward the quarter, clambering up to stand by the ship’s wheel. The bosun glared at him.
“Away with ye, Melchy,” he grumbled. Melchy grinned and clung to the man’s trouser leg. The pirate spat and shook himself, trying to dislodge his vaguely feline assailant. “Boy, don’t test me,” he growled. The cat-child simply grinned, and the bosun kicked, dislodging the boy. Melchy growled at him, shouted a string of curses, and promptly fell down when a huge gust of wind swept across the deck from the west. The bosun swore loudly, holding fast to the wheel as he turned to stare at the boy.
Melchy was looking westward, wide-eyed. The hair on the back of his neck and on his ears and tail prickled as he watched the sky roil. Where there had been no clouds, the sky was now black. Lightning laced delicately between the thunderheads, and occasional thunder rumbled. Another blast of frigid wind swept the ship, this one twining around Melchy. His skin prickled as he realized he had done this. He had called the winds. He stared at those clouds, mouth open in a silent ‘oh’ of awe. The bosun followed his gaze and let loose with a string of curses more colourful than the ones he had directed at the boy.
“Cap’n!” the shout was the lookout’s, and it was fearful. “Storm’s a-blowin’ in!”
Melchy saw his guardian look up at the sky, saw her lips form the typical string of curses that came about when something bad happened to a pirate, and then she cupped her hands around her mouth.
“Secure all sails!” she shouted. The crew snapped into action, and Melchy trotted down the stairs to the main deck, breaking into a run as soon as his feet found level ground. “And grab the boy!” Katrina added. Melchy grimaced, dodged one set of grabbing hands, and sprinted for the forecastle deck.
He was intercepted by a pair of strong arms, one ending in a kerchief-wrapped hand. “Quiet now, cat-boy,” Hawkiss murmured as Melchy struggled and screeched like a cougar.
“Get ‘im inside,” Katrina snapped when Hawkiss presented her with the boy. He nodded, neatly dropping Melchizedek into Katrina’s quarters and jerking the door shut behind him. Melchy jumped at it, but he had heard the door click neatly and knew it was locked. He scowled and scrambled up atop his guardian’s liquor cabinet, peering out the glass inset in the door.
He watched as, for the better part of an hour, the crew battled the gale. By the time the sails were secured, it was already starting to blow itself out. The crew piled into the stateroom, as soon as the sails were furled and the knots tied tightly.
Melchy continued watching from his place atop the cabinet, eyes occasionally flashing seagreen in a flicker of lantern light.
“Handsomely done, men,” Katrina opened.
“Weren’t no clouds on th’ horizon this mornin’, Cap’n,” her quartermaster answered.
“Aye, twas the work of that little devil,” the bosun snapped, throwing a glare up to where Melchy perched.
“Aye!”
Thirteen hands pointed to where Melchizedek lurke. He flattened his ears and bared his teeth.
“Ever’one knows what black cats is, Cap’n! Black cats is storm-bringers!”
Hawkiss sat quiet, but his face was set in agreement. Katrina swore and looked at her charge.
“Melchy, you hear their accusations. What do you have to say for yourself?”
Melchy pricked his ears and then flattened them again. Tail lashing, he pointed at the ceiling. “Wind is mine.”
The cabin erupted into chaos. Melchy cowered as three men stood up and thrust their hands into his space, trying to grab at him. He growled as they shouted.
“Black cats carry gales in their tails, Cap’n! ‘Tis temptin’ fate, lettin’ one run about!”
“Twas the fault of the boy!”
“Overboard ‘e goes!”
“NO!” That shout was Hawkiss’s. The men pulled back and Melchy relaxed somewhat. Katrina turned to he first mate with the ghost of a smile. Hawkiss ignored both of them and continued. “Idiot. Everyone knows that drownin’ a cat calls the Tempest. ‘Twould make this,” and another gust of wind shook the cabin, “look like a harbor cruise.”
“I say we maroon ‘im!” Atop his cabinet, Melchizedek’s eyes grew wide. In a flicker of light, Katrina caught his pinned ears: fearful.
“We are not,” she snapped, “marooning my ward.”
“Well, ‘tis ill luck t’let a cat prance its way across the deck, callin’ whatever winds it pleases.”
“We can’t let him on deck, Captain.” That was Hawkiss again. The man was glaring at his captain, hand on the butt of his revolver. Melchy growled a warning that he saw, and Hawkiss looked over, dropping his hand to his side.
Katrina rubbed her temples, groaning, and nodded. “I know.” She stood up and looked at Melchizedek. The boy crawled forward to better meet her gaze. Katrina scratched him idly behind one ear, smiling a little bit as he purred.
“Gales or not, this is our ship’s cat. You can’t get rid of a ship’s cat.”
There were murmurs of agreement. A ship without a cat was worse-off than a ship with a cat, even a half-human, gale-carrying black one. Katrina nodded, satisfied.
“Melchy, do you promise to stay inside or only walk when you’re on the deck?” Katrina asked slowly.
The boy bit his lip, and then nodded slowly. It seemed easy enough to do. He could always run around belowdecks and chase rats in the brig. Katrina smiled more broadly.
“Do we have a deal, then?”
“No running on deck. Stay inside to run,” Melchy parroted. Katrina nodded solemnly.
“Melchizedek, I take you at your word,” she said, and spat on her palm.
The boy did the same, and they shook on it.
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2007 1:42 pm
XIIIDestinyKeys: For letting me have a cat-based pirate and working through the rough spot when he infringed on her Alex. And for the prompt I used for my roleplay sample. heart
Sites on pirate superstitions: {x} {x}
I got my banner images from: {x} {x}
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2007 6:45 pm
6/20: Setup complete. Sample pending...
6/25: Sample is up! Thanks to Des for the prompt!
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2007 10:26 am
And the thread is officially OPEN!
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