Sign Up Belated Fortune [M-VLS]

[Kamuro]

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[IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v257/OzymandiusJones/bf2.jpg[/IMG] [CENTER]The night, once quiet, was cluttered with the sounds of swinging pickaxes and shovels plummeting towards the ground and rupturing the rock below. Light was a rare commodity and candles were the only aid to men brave enough to treasure hunt in the dead of night. Several holes were scattered across the beach, each one abandoned for lack of wealth and success within them. The group had gathered close and it was believed that this, was the place they'd been searching for. Each man burrowed rapidly, except one, who watched silently over the group. He stood tall, his hands at his waist and a feathered silk hat upon his head. "We don't have all night gentlemen, if you intend to sleep I suggest you dig faster," he spoke, his voice full of arrogance and conceit. No doubt he was a captain assigned to this project by the government, and reluctant he was to accept it. However, the men continued to dig, expanding the hole's width and length to the best of their ability. Suddenly the silence was broken by a man's loud scream. "I've found something!" he shouted from across the large crevice. Everyone threw their tools to the ground and ran over to the spot, lit much brighter by the light of the approaching candles. The captain reached the location much later and shoved his way through the crowd, cursing and shouting something about ruffians. When he finally reached the center he gasped loudly, his eyes running over the rough, waterlogged wood of an old chest. "Don't just stand there, open it!" he shouted, startling the men standing solemn in the circle. The one who'd found the chest took an axe and swung it heavily towards the lock, shattering it instantly. The captain approached, shoving him from his path and flinging the box lid open. However, it did not contain the riches he'd hoped, merely, a guide to them... [B]Shortly After[/B] [I]I can remember that day, so clearly in my mind. The first day we all met, the day we'd begin our journey to find Longhorn's treasure. How young I was, so full of hopes and aspirations. I desired to be the best, more then anything. The best pirate there ever was, ever will be. I was to be hated by some, loved by some, but remembered by all. Longhorn, as eccentric as he may have been, was no fool. I had no idea of the perils we would endure, the troubles he had in store for us.[/I] "The food sucks on this boat," spoke Red through his teeth, cluttered with the meat of an old chicken leg. "We're pirates, how are we supposed to pilfer and plunder with slop like this in our stomachs," he spat again, throwing the barren bone to the floor. "Ahh stop yer complainin, this is the best I've eaten in years," spoke Hugo, gulping down another mug of beer. Red surveyed the rest of his passengers who seemed disgusted with the food as well. He turned to their cook, Juri, "Is this the best you can do? I knew I shouldn't have saved you from the dogs..." he mumbled. "We don't have any supplies. How do you expect me to cook good food without even the simplest of spices?" he snarled, admirably defending the food he'd made. "Fine fine, we're coming up on the Middleton port. We'll dock there and get some supplies," spoke Red, standing from his stool and stretching as he began to walk from the room. "Don' forget, I need me a crew to be sailin' these high waters!" shouted Hugo from across the room. "I know, I know," Red mumbled, closing the door with a thud behind him. "The Captains got a lot on his mind, it's probably better if you ease up on him," spoke Ginger from her table near the bar. "Yeah yeah..." Hugo crumbled, continuing to feast. The air was cold as Red walked along the very edge of the deck, gazing out among the water. He leaned against the railing, closing his eyes as the wind swept over him, blowing the hair from his face. He knew they needed a crew, but who would join them? A ragtag team of misfits searching for Longhorn's treasure. It was dangerous, since the map had been found the whole world was searching for the esteemed riches Captain Longhorn had left behind. Other pirates like himself sailed the seas constantly searching for any sign concerning the treasure, and the government searched diligantly as well, although they deny it even exists. His train of thought was interrupted by a sudden jerk of the boat. He turned to see Hugo directing the ship to a nearby port. "We're nearin' port Cap'n, bes' be ready to land soon!" he shouted from atop the ledge where the steering was controlled. Red sighed as he placed his hands in his pockets and reentered the ship. The boat shook violently as it rocked back and forth between the docks of Middleton. Hugo soon joined the other three within the boat, "So, we ready to go then?" he asked. Red laughed as he turned to the loud, short man "Hugo, you'll be staying here," he spoke. "Wha'?" he asked with astonishment. "We're trying to attract people, not scare them away," Red spoke with a laugh. The rest of them laughed as well, leaving Hugo to pout at the bar, serving himself to a plethora of alcohol. "You guys stay too, keep an eye on him and I'll be back soon," said Red as he turned and walked from the boat. The port was one of the busiest he'd ever seen and he had to be on his toes as to not run into anyone. He walked down the large cobblestone street with his hands in his pocket's as he observed the different types of stores. He removed his hands from his pockets and found them empty. [I]Guess I'm a little low on money[/I] he thought to himself. [I]Guess we'll have to go about this the old fashion way...[/I][/CENTER] [CENTER][SIZE=4][B]The Sign-Up[/B][/SIZE][/CENTER] [CENTER]Red is the Captain of a large ship he's stolen from the Meran government and claimed as his own. This, however, was not his only bounty. He also found Longhorn's map and stole it to use as his own to aid him in the search for Longhorn's treasure. Since the map was found people have searched far and wide to be the first to find the treasure, but Red has found himself an edge and intends to assemble himself the best crew possible to accompany him on his search for Longhorn's treasure. He's already found an expert pirate by the name of Hugo to accompany him on the journey. He's supposedly the best around when it coems to reading the winds, predicting the weather, and plundering even the greatest of treasures. However, he's reached his peak and Red fears he won't prove as much help as originally intended. Also accompanying them will be Ginger the tailor and Juri the cook. Both have pledged allegiance to Red and owe him their lives. Both had almost met their end by the hands of the Meran government, yet he saved them and asked them to help him along on his journey. You are to create a character to accompany these four to find Longhorn's treasure. They don't have to be pirates necessarily, anyone can join the crew. A theif, a stealth ninja, even a samurai who's fallen on hard times. I expect a lot of variety when it comes to this. A crew full of different characters makes the story more fun and adds to the awkward character interactment. This is what I'll be asking for of you in your sign-up...[/CENTER] [CENTER][B]Name:[/B] (Anything) [B]Nickname:[/B] (Optional, a shorter name to be called by aboard the ship) [B]Age:[/B] (Anything) [B]Appearance:[/B] (Picture, Detailed Description, or Both) [B]Weapons:[/B] (Up to three, not including assortments or groups of weapons. There is guns in this time but only olden types, nothing to advanced) [B]History:[/B] (Your character's past, how they came to be who they are today) [B]Personality:[/B] (Self-Explanitory) [B]Specialty:[/B] (Your specialty. What is your character best at? Thieving, hand-to-hand fighting, cannon or projectile ability, etc?) [B]Snippet:[/B] (Just a snippet from your character's past, could be anything. Merely an example of your writing) [B]Name:[/B] John Hervey [B]Nickname:[/B] Red [B]Age:[/B] 25 [B]Appearance:[/B] [URL=http://tinypic.com/6h49pj.jpg]Red[/URL] [B]Weapons:[/B] Red uses various explosives kept in a pouch at his side as well as a long fencing saber draped down from his belt. He has a small pistol tucked in a holster around his waste as well. [B]History:[/B] Red was born in his home and then left on the street to fend for himself. A well-known smith stumbled upon him lying on the ground in a dark alleyway. He grew up under the smith's care and developed a strong love for weapons and their use. He loved the man who'd found him and referred to him as father for the rest of his days. The two formed a strong bond and Red became a model citizen at home as well as in school. However, when his father died he had no one to care for him and ran away from the town he'd come to love. He joined a band of theives and learned much from them about stealing and plundering to make a living. He soon became one of the best out there and as he grew older began to branch out from the group. He fell on hard times and had lost almost all morale until he heard Longhorn's map had been found. How else could he prove himself and his worth then to find the treasure? But how... [B]Personality:[/B] Red is two sides to the same coin. He loves to joke around and often speaks his mind on most occasions. He is outgoing and usually wears his heart on his sleeve. However, he has a totally different side to himself which is serious and unforgiving. When his buttons are pushed it brings out the worst of him and he become cold-blooded and ruthless. [B]Specialty:[/B] Thieving and projectiles [B]Snippet:[/B] None[/CENTER] [CENTER][SIZE=4][B]The End[/B][/SIZE][/CENTER] [CENTER]This RP will be lots of fun and I expect only the best of RPers to sign up and join my crew. You must be active and propose something new to the story with the post of your character. Each post following in the thread at the Square will be expected to follow the story and mesh will with that of other people's posts. There will be plenty of fighting on the high seas as well as land. Cannon battles and all out hand-to-hand war. However, there will be plenty of character development and comic relief as well. I expect people to interact or even form small teams or groups within the actual crew. Theres no limit to the number of members to join but I expect there won't be to many, depending on the posts following this one. I've put up a thread at the Underground to give additional information about NPC's as well as develop a place for you to ask any questions you have concerning the RP. [B]Thanks to...[/B] Ozy for the amazing background and title work. Praise her![/CENTER]

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[Kitty]

[color=blue][size=1][B]Name:[/B] Nicole Murphy
[B]Nickname:[/B] Nik or Nikki
[B]Age:[/B] 17

[B]Appearance:[/B] [url=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/PicKitty/chara_mikoto_ev01.jpg]Click[/url] Nikki is usually mistaken for a boy at first glance due to the way she acts and looks. She normally wears her father's blue navy jacket over her baggy shirts which are all raggedy and torn from having lived on the streets. She wears her brother's old shorts and enjoys being barefoot, but puts on sandals when she has to wear shoes. She stands a mere 5'4", and weighs just under 100 lbs. Oh, and she doesn't have the braids from the picture.

[B]Weapons:[/B] Nikki keeps knives with her, mostly. She's never used a gun, and is a bit afraid of them, actually.

[B]History:[/B] Nikki was born to a navy officer and his wife. They already had a son, whose name was Christopher, and he was 7 when she was born. They lived well, until they were moved to Middleton, well known for its criminal population and almost regular pirate raids. Nikki was only three at the time.

A few months after they moved, her mother fell ill after their father had been ordered off to catch an illegal trading ship that was coming by the area. While he was away, she died, leaving Nikki and Chris to fend for themselves. Their father returned shortly after getting the news, but came back to find Nikki and Chris near death as well, having only been able to feed themselves with scraps they had managed to steal after running out of supplies at home.

For the next year, their father raised them alone. They recovered, but all of their spirits wavered. Their mother's passing affected them badly, and there was rarely a day that went by where they didn't dwell on her death. Their father tried his best to lighten the mood whenever he could.

Soon, their father had to return to the sea. His next job was to be a long one, so he left 5 year old Nikki in her brother's care, though he was only 12. He supplied them with enough money so they could buy food and new clothes for the next year. Before leaving, he gave Nikki his jacket and Chris his hat.

As the months went by, things got worse. Chris has been left in charge of the money, but most of it was stolen while they went out to buy Nikki some new shoes. They were then left with only a small portion of the money their father had left them. Not too long after that, their house was burned down in a regular pirate raid. Thus, forcing them to live on the streets. They made a makeshift house in a backwater alleyway in Middleton Port that very few adults would be able to get to. It didn't take long for them to run out of money.

The two of them grew up by learning how to steal and stay hidden. They soon got a reputation for being some of the most well-known thieves around. By the time Nikki turned 12, she could get the best meal in town for free, and no one would know it was gone until it was supposed to arrive at the customer's table.

Chris, however, didn't enjoy the life style. He resented his father for never returning, and hated all pirates for what they did to his home. He trained himself to fight, and made sure to teach Nikki how to defend herself. She had a knack for throwing knives, and so she began to practice regularly. But Nikki didn't share Chris's resentment and hatred.

She was a bit angry at her father for not coming back, but knew there had to be a good reason. And she actually admired the pirates. She didn't like how they attacked defenseless towns, but the rest of it seemed so amazing to her that she just couldn't help but aspire to be one.

When Chris turned 22, he left Middleton. He had wanted Nikki to come along, but she knew she'd be better off staying where she'd grown up and learned to do what she did. She was only 15, but that didn't stop her at all. In fact, she thrived without her brother. He had always taught her to steal in moderation. Never take more than was necessary. But with her skills, she felt like there was no one to stop her, so why not?

After two years of being the best thief in all of Middleton, she bumped into a man named Red who offered her a new home. A pirate ship, sailing for treasure. She eagerly jumped on board. But not before stealing him a few things.

[B]Personality:[/B] Nikki is a headstrong tomboy who enjoys joking around. Anyone who hears of her past is skeptical at first, because they figure that no one so bubbly could have grown up like that. Constantly hyper, she can easily get on ones nerves if bored. She is usually clumsy, except when she's thieving. When she's mad, however, she usually loses a hold of herself and acts rashly. But she gets very frightening when angered. She gets very frustrated when people mistake her for a boy, but it was her idea to be called "Nik". But she has an incredibly large softspot for Red. She was enamored with him since she first met him. She'd do anything for him, and everyone knows it.

[B]Specialty:[/B] Nikki is good at thieving, stealth, and throwing knives.

[B]Snippet:[/B] A short, blue haired girl ran through the large crowd of people that filled the port that day. She peered over her shoulder to see if her persuer was still, in fact, persuing her at all. When she couldn't see hair nor hide of him, she slowed, panting slightly after her long dash. She giggled to herself as she pulled a bag of apples from her jacket. Taking one out, she examined it to make sure it wasn't bruised.

"I was sloppy today. He saw me.. If he catches me, I'm toast," she said to herself, taking another glance back over her shoulder.

It looked fine, so she pulled it up to her mouth to eat it. But before she took a bite, she felt herself collide with someone. She was sent backwards onto the cobblestone that paved the streets of Middleton Port.

She rubbed her elbow, which had felt most of the fall, then realized she'd dropped the apples. Turning her head, she saw them rolling about all over the street.

"My apples!" she cried, scrambling to pick them up. But soon, an army of feet and legs stomped between her and her prize. Flustered and bruised, she was about to yell at the guy when she rolled over to see a young man holding out his hand for her. She hesitated, but put her hand in his and he lifted her up.

"Thanks.." she began, her eyes locked on him. The man she had bumped into was quite handsome, and reminded her somewhat of her brother. When he asked her if she was alright, she blinked herself back to reality. She pulled her hand back from his, standing silently for a moment.

"Thanks a lot! You just made me spill a week's lunch!" she shouted.

"Sorry, again. You were in quite a rush back there. Running from someone?" the man asked her.

"Yeah. But I do everytime I get my meals. Well.. I do it all the time, actually. Whenever I get anything. I've tried getting clothes from the tailor, but I'd have to pay to place the order and it's such a big hassle, and..." she trailed off, spotting the familiar face of the grocer she had stolen her apples from.

"Uh-oh.." she mumbled.

"What is it?" the man asked, glancing from her to the man pushing through the crowd of people.

"I-I gotta go. If he catches me, he'll.. He'll.. Who knows what he'll do to me!" she stammered, taking a few steps forward.

"Come with me," the man offered.

"With you? Who are you, anyway?" she asked, feeling rather hesitant.

"Call me Red. Now come with me if you want to dodge your friend here," he smiled, nodding his head in the direction of the fast approaching grocer.

"A-Alright," she agreed.

He held up his hand, and she took it happily. He then began to push through the opposing force of the crowd, pulling her along behind him. They swam through the current of people for a short time before approaching a large building. Maybe the largest in the Port.

"Ah! Here's a good place," Red called back. She looked up at a large sign that read, "Charlie's Bar and Inn". She had been in the Inn before, but only to look around. Charlie, the owner of the inn, was a kind old man that tolerated her and even let her stay the nights free occasionally. She returned his kindness with respect and not stealing or causing trouble.

Red approached the man behind the bar. "Do you think I could get a table?" he asked politely.

"Sure. Take any seat ya want. Oh. Hey there Nik," the man added, spotting the girl attached to Red. "Hey Liam," the girl replied, smiling wide.

Red glanced at her, then proceeded to grab himself a table. She sat down across from him.

"Your name's Nik?" he asked.

"Well, some people call me Nik, others call me Nikki."

"Ah.. Nikki's a nice name," he smiled. Nikki felt her cheeks turn red. "Tell me Nikki.. You know something about thieving, right?"

"Know something? Red, I'm the best thief in all of Middleton. I was just careless today is all. Why do you want to know?" she added, curious as to why he had asked her.

"My crew is out at the docks on my ship, and--" he began, but was cut off.

"Are you a [i]pirate[/i]?!" she cried eagerly. Red glanced around at the others in the bar, who were all staring at the two of them. "Well, yes. But if you would be quieter about it.."

"Oh.. Right, sorry," she replied, her cheeks turning pinker.

"As I was saying, my crew is out at the docks, and we've run out of supplies. I was wondering if you would know any good places that I could.. [i]find[/i] some?" he asked her.

"Yeah. Sure. There are plenty of good shops down here that I hit all the time. The best one to go to is probably Peter's. He has the most stuff, so he's more lax when you take stuff," she suggested.

"Peter, eh? Why didn't you steal your apples from him today instead of the other guy?"

"Oh.. I dunno," she sighed, her eyes avoiding his. It was obvious that she was lying, but he felt it wasn't necessary to ask her much more on the topic.

"Nikki.. Would you like to join my crew?" he asked, standing up from his seat.

"Hmm? Me? Become a pirate?" she repeated, stunned that he would ask her.

"Yeah. I'm the only good thief on my boat, and I could use someone with your skills," he told her. Her cheeks were a beet red by now, but she didn't care. She was so delighted. She'd always admired pirates, and now he was asking her to become one of his crew.

"Yes! I'd love to!" she shouted with glee. Jumping up, she hugged him tightly. She let go quickly, realizing that he hadn't expected it.

"Uh.. Sorry.." she mumbled, terribly embarrassed about her overreaction.

"N-No problem," he replied, scratching his head before bursting out laughing. "Come on. Lets go visit Peter, eh?"

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OOC: Hope that's alright, Kamuro. I'll edit anything that needs fixing. ^_^

EDIT: Found a few minor mistakes is all. They're all fixed now, though. x3[/size][/color]

[Dragon Warrior]

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[FONT=Trebuchet MS][b]Name:[/b] Dartanian Thatcher
[b]Nickname:[/b] Dart, Thatch
[b]Age:[/b] Twenty-Six
[b]Appearance:[/b] Even before his captain years, Dartanian preferred to dress adequately. Normally it was just a white, flowing poet's shirt complete with black pants and brown boots, but from time to time (if he had one accessable), he'd throw in a large black frock coat. After disappearing (after his captain years), he's been seen wearing the same stuff, but it may be tattered and dirty by then. (And then again, if no one knows where he is, how would they know this?)

As for his features, he's attractive, but not entirely drop-dead gorgeous. He bothers to shave, but lets his blonde hair grow long and tangled and free. His blue eyes are piercing and resemble the ocean, not just by color, but by the same lust for adventure. He's properly built for daring feats, but not entirely made of muscle. His height only reaches 6', but a man would be a fool to look down upon him.
[b]Weapons:[/b] A simple sword hangs at his side for close combat, but it rusts there, for he hardly ever uses it. He muses over guns, his main fancy. He carries as many as he can, which could be up to twenty at times. Where he keeps them all, I don't know and don't want to know.
[b]History:[/b] What's that? You've never heard of the legendary Dartanian Thatcher? Deadly Dartanian? The man who was born with a silver pistol in his hand? Well, I admit, he's a bit washed up now, but he was great once. Boy, was he great.

Since you seem so uneducated on the matter, I'll give you the lowdown. Dartanian's father, Lupen Thatcher, was a poor sailor and a terrible friend to boot. He often stole pieces of eight from his fellow mates and went to bars to drink the night away. Maybe go for some pleasurable company for the evening. Well, naturally, drunk fools like Lupen get around like that and he eventually thought he fell in love. Abandoning his crewmates for a bar wench, he commandeered a small schooner and drifted off to sea with her. It wasn't long before the woman he thought he loved dearly became pregnant with Dartanian.

The louse Lupen dropped her off at some random shore and was never heard of by anyone ever again. Dart was raised by his natural mother, but received a rough life for it. Never was there a bright day for the lad on the poor streets of Russbero, the town his mother worked taverns in. He eventually became old enough to learn to use a gun. Not having much else to do, he learned to use it quite well. It wasn't that many years after he started practicing that he challenged others to draws. He was the quickest, most accurate and deadliest gunsman around.

He decided there wasn't much for him in Russbero, so he left his mother and hitched a ride on a merchant vessel that visited the shore one evening. He was able to stay with them until they arrived at Bombarso. From there on, he became a stowaway and robbed for food. Like using a gun, he became rather good at thieving. It soon became his professional occupation. When he finally joined the ranks of the crew of Captain Loss, he was officially named a pirate.

Captain Loss, a poor pirate, was still no reason Thatcher's name didn't get out. Their raids were successful and Dartanian's sharp-shooting was a large component to why. Men cowarded under his flintlock pistols and if you had one of his guns aimed at you, there was no hope.

It was said, but not entirely sure, that he shot Captain Loss in one of their battles against the Royal Navy. But that could be false information. Then again, he did become captain after Loss' death. Dart led the crew to bigger riches than Loss did. And once more, his name became more widely known. He took on nicknames like Deadly Dartanian and Thatcher the Threat and he was then evidently named the best pirate--no! the best man with a gun in all the world.

Funny how he just kind of faded away. It was said that he and his crew was ambushed by five Royal Navy ships and they were sank to the bottom of the sea. Only Dartanian survived. They also say he's wanted so much that he went into hiding and was never found again, just like his father. But who really knows if those rumors are true... are they?
[b]Personality:[/b] Though he sounds ruthless, he's quite fun-loving. He hates for people to make fun of him, though. A slight mock will have a gun to your head. Like most crazy and wild captains, he likes booze, women, treasure, and adventure, but his lust comes mostly from the last. If any reason why he became a pirate was to hit the seas and go on amazing journeys. Though it's not always what it's cracked up to be, he likes it a lot better than his home in Russbero. But now that he's gone missing, his personality has changed. Perhaps for the worse.
[b]Specialty:[/b] He's a damn good thief in any circumstance, but where his legacy lies is in his amazing gun skills.
[b]Snippet:[/b] Though no one knows where Dartanian currently is, he's been only missing for a few years. He may have gotten a bit shaggy here and there and sure, his clothes are a tad rough looking, but he's around here somewhere. Men have sworn they've seen him in bars drunker than sin or even sneaking onto ships like he did when he was a boy.

It's most likely true. If the rumors of him losing to the Navy and having to go undercover were true, he's probably lost all sense and gone mad with hate. His lust for life and adventure is gone and the pain of having nothing has returned.

It's sad how his life lacks so much now. What happened to the man who sailed the seas fearlessly, who could shoot a man as far as his pistol will allow, who could stare the whole Royal Navy in the eye and grin? He may be still living, but it 'pears to me that his soul is sunk to Davie Jones' locker.[/font]

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Are you sure you want people to sign up as stuff like ninjas and samurai in a pirate RPG? O.o

Oh, and the gun you're thinking of for the pirate era is a flintlock. :^D

EDIT: I just noticed I spelt "sea" wrong. Oy...

[demonchild781]

[FONT=Arial Narrow]OOC: This looks completely awesome...just hope I can pull this whole pirate thing off because I was never really good at these things :animeswea so I might need a little help.

[CENTER][COLOR=DarkRed]Name: Dorian Maris
Nickname: Maris
Age: 22
Appearance: Flawlessly beautiful with amber colored hair and chestnut color eyes, Maris is a beauty. Standing at 5'8", she's tall and lean without an once of fat to be shown, but she has more of a figure than one would imagine. Complete with a round bustline and thick hips, Maris is the perfection of the female body, but it comes with a price.
Weapons: Two basic flintlock (As Mr. Dragon Warrior seems to have put them), and enough gun powder and ammo to kill at least a thousand men.
History: Maris was born to a middle class family far away from any seaport or rough neighborhood. She was the eldest of six, and her parents were well mannored folks. They lived on a small farm and ran a small tack shop. Maris' father was a leather worker blessed by the hand of God. There wasn't nothing he couldn't do with leather and the town loved him for it.

Mr. Maris taught all he could to his sons, and his 3 daughters learned all they could from their loving mother, and life was good for the Maris family. Until that faithful day when everything came crashing down. A band of theives washed through their town and destroyed everything. They raped the women and murdered the males. While Maris hid in the cuboards in the kitchen, she watched as her mother was raped, beat and killed. Her youngest of sisters was taken as the theives left.

Vowing to seek revenge for what had been done, Maris left her village to find a bounty hunter. The man took her in at the rip age of 11 and taught her everything he knew. She was one of the best, and even more deadly because of her stunning beauty. After discovering her family's killers and her nearly dead sister, Maris took her revenge and set her sister's soul free. She began to sell her skills to those who paid a handsome price. But after countless deaths and near fatal flaw, Maris looked for something other than the cut throat life she lived. Something with more adventure and people she could trust.
Personality: Maris knows how to have a good time and charm her way through a crowd. A vixen who likes to make men squirm and the other girls jealous, but she wishes to have companions of both genders that goes beyond just simple games of cat and mouse. Talks about her past in riddles and jumbled sentences, but yet easy going.
Specialty: Great marksmen with nearly all projectile weapons.
Snippet:
It was a beautiful day. The sun was high in the sky, the sea was calm and the docks were filled with life. Maris strolled down the busy peir, paying no attention to the life around her as she walked into a tavern. Not until that very moment did she take in the ships that had docked. Massive and glorious, their sails all pulled in and sailors making their way around the ship.

Maris smiled as she turned her attention back to the busy tavern. She made her way to a small table, ordered a mug of ale and some bread, and watched the folks wandering in and out. Something caught her eye. She turned to see a man that she had never seen before wandering up to the bar.

Maris leaned over to the man sitting at one of the other tables, her low cut top exposing the top of her breast. The man looked down into her shirt as Maris took a hold of his chin and brought his eyes back up to her's. "Who's the man that just entered?" She pointed to the stranger.

"That's Red, pirate he be. With a treasure map." The man replied, eyes wide with fear from the aggressive woman.

She let him go and sat back up in her chair. She eyed him for some more and then finally got up, leaving half her bred and mug at the table. She coaxed a man to give up his seat and sat down not but three stools from the man called Red.

It was a long while and a few drinks later before she opened her mouth. "Heard you were looking for some crew?" She kept her eyes on her drink, playing with the mug.

"You heard correct." He said simply.

"Where you headed?"

"Where ever the winds take us."

"And pay?"

"Whatever you take."

Maris nodded as she bit her lower lip. "When you set sail?"

"As soon as possible."

"You can count me in." She slammed a few coins on the bar to pay for her drink as she stood up. "I'll meet you at the ship."

"You know--" Red started, but Maris cut him off. "Yes," and with that she left the tavern.[/FONT][/COLOR][/CENTER] (god that sucked...so sorry...I'll do better I promise *bows a thousand times*)

[Sakura]

[color=Navy][b]Name:[/b] Katchya Valentine

[b]Nickname:[/b] Kat(t), Val, Valentine

[b]Age:[/b] 18

[b]Appearance:[/b] [/color] [size=2][color=Navy][url="http://img91.exs.cx/img91/4927/ai9yl.jpg"]Here[/url], keep the goggles, she wears[/color][/size][size=2][color=Navy] a tight black top with long sleeves that she keeps pushed up just above her elbows and pants made of a leathery material that covers the leg part of her almost knee high, black boots.

[/color][/size][color=Navy] [b]Weapons:[/b] [url="http://amethyst-angel.com/cosimages/rikkublades.jpg"]Thief Daggers[/url], but they're navy instead of red, and silver instead of gold, a [url="http://www.planetfortress.com/tf2models/previews/armed%20forces/knife-1.jpg"]Knife[/url], and a pouch of [url="http://www.kasu-network.net/japon/9406213.jpg"]Throwing Knives[/url] tied above her right hip.

[b]History:[/b] Ever since Kat could remember, she's never had parents. She was brought up by a group of thieves, with the Thief Lord serving as their boss and for most, their father. The majority of people in the gang were or had been orphaned children or had dead parents with no other relatives around or willing to take them in.

Kat didn't know what happened to her own parents, no one knew. She'd tried the records but there was nothing. She learned how to become a thief from a young age and soon became one the best in the entire city.

When Kat turned 13, the Thief Lord's health decreased drastically, and after talking to some of the others, Kat realised exactly how old he was. The gang stole more, trying to help him recover, it did no use as his life slowly faded away, there was nothing they could do about natural aging. He died when Kat turned 14.

For a year, the group was leaderless, no one agreeing on a new leader and the gang was utter havoc. Several members left because of the disorganisation and the disagreements with others. Soon Kat was still around with only 7 others. They decided that the leader should be one of the older ones, Steven.

Steven put the small group back into order and soon they were back to normal, or as normal as they could be with only 8 members.

The year after that, when Kat was 16, they were caught in a territorial gang war, between their group and another that hadn't been around as long. She didn't know how it happened, but every member of the group was killed and even though she was the best thief in the city, Kat fled, knowing that she didn't stand a chance against a group of ten, with others hiding somewhere else.

Kat later bumped into a man named Red, who offered her a place in his crew. Kat had no where else to go, so she accepted gratefully. She brought whatever she could get and hopped aboard.

[b]Personality:[/b] Kat's a bouncy tomboy who likes to have fun. She enjoys having friends and is often found smiling. She's optimistic and tries her best to help others through their problems, though there are those times when she becomes quiet and goes off to be on her own. Everyone's learned to just let her be when she's like that, because she's remembering her past. Kat gets along with Nikki quite well since they're both thieves and tomboys. She's careful and plans things out thoroughly in her head before doing anything. She'll do anything for a close friend because they're the only relationships she has.

[b]Specialty:[/b] Thieving, using blades of all sorts, flexibility, acrobatics and gymnastics, stealth, and accuracy.

[b]Snippet:[/b] If someone was watching carefully, they would be able to see the almost invisible outline of a girl in the night. She snuck among the shadows, her face was half covered by her goggles.

Kat looked around and quickly dashed across the open where lights shone, to another large section of shadow. It was still early so all the houses had light coming from within.

She felt the wall behind her and her fingers brushed against the cold metal of a gutter pipe. Kat turned and silently clambered up the pole, perching on the roof. She stood and squinted into the darkness. It was clear so she imitated the howl of one of the dogs that hung around the area, so as not to arouse suspicion. In return there was a higher pitched one. She waited and soon 7 others joined her on the roof.

They conversed in hushed whispers and Kat pointed to a large house without lights. It was surrounded by a large wall and they knew there were many security devices on and behind those walls. Kat and the others looked over to their leader, Steven. He quietly told everyone the plan, they had been scouting the house for a while and tonight was the night it was going to happen.

They broke apart and everyone slowly made it to the walls. They flattened their bodies against it because there were guards around. There were watch towers with guards in them and there were guards patrolling in and out of the walls. Kat used her knife and cut into the wall as much as she could, giving her enough room to use the small ledge as a foot hold. She jumped up and flipped over the wall, landing quietly on the other side.

Kat took cover behind a large bush and waited for the others to come over. When everyone was over they crept forward, dodging the guards and sticking to shadows.

It took all night for them to complete the stealing, they eventually made it out of the grounds without being captured. When they returned to base, they all looked upon the large solid gold trophy cup, embedded with diamonds and other precious jem stones.

Not too bad for a night's work.

[b][color=Black]OOC: [/color][/b][color=Black]I don't really like the Snippet so I may change it.
Let me know if I have to change anything.[/color]
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[Blayze]

[size=1]I love pirates!

Name: Verdane Silver

Nickname: "Silver"

Age: 25

Appearance: Verdane is a tall, commanding figure, although he is not particularly powerful in appearance, being tall and thin rather than hugely muscular. His skin is sun-bronzed, with a healthy gleam to it. He usually wears a grubby white shirt, open to bare his chest to the elements, and black pantaloons, with black buckeled boots and a long black travelling jacket over all of it. Sticking with the traditional look of a pirate, he wears a battered and slightly torn cloth tricorn hat.

Weapons: Silver carries a simple steel cutlass, the classic weapon of a pirate, which hangs sheathed at his side and a pair of flintlock pistols, tucked into the scarlet sash that he wraps around his waist.

History: Silver was the son of a travelling sailor and a prostitute, with whom the sailor had a single night with, unwittingly impregnating her. Silver's mother had fallen hopelessly in love with this sailor, and she waited for his promised return, carrying his child. He never returned. She thought that he had died, so she checked with the naval office, who told her that the man she had slept with that night had never existed, or at least he wasn't in the Royal Navy. She came to a sensible conclusion. The man she had slept with was, in fact, a pirate.

Six months after finding this out, she gave birth to her son, and as soon as he could fend for himself, she threw him out on the streets, not wanting to be reminded of the betrayal of his father, but not wanting his death on her conscience either. He managed to scavenge to survive, and he was eventually found by an old man by the name of Giacomo Morelli, a travelling Italian "merchant," better known in the circles that lived outside the law as "Bloodshed Morelli," the most vicious pirate ever to have sailed the seven seas. Silver was taken on as a cabin boy, and as Morelli killed more and more of his officers for petty crimes against him, Silver became Morelli's right-hand man, becoming a pretty nasty pirate himself.

However, one day, as Morelli's ship was sailing past England, they were attacked by a Naval vessel, and their firepower was far outmatched. The ship sank, and the few crew members who survived were arrested and taken back to England, where they were tried and sentenced to be hanged. Silver was one of these pirates, but fortune was smiling on him that day, as when he was about to be hung, a group of pirates attacked, and cut him free. Their leader, a man called Red, gave Silver and opportunity to join his crew, so he did, out of honour of the life debt. He feels he will not be free until he saves Red's life from danger, but he does not believe that he will leave even after he has done this.

Personality: Whilst Silver is a joker when around the crew, once he enters battle, especially with the Navy, he changes. His bloodlust takes over, and he will stop at nothing before every single one of his enemies are destroyed.

Speciality: Silver is a good all-rounder. He is well-adjusted to using either guns or his cutlass, and will use a combination of the two different types of weapon to confuse his enemies.

Snippet: "Now!" shouted the captain, "Swing across to them!"

Verdane Silver took a firm grip on his rope, and swung across the ocean onto the other ship. He landed, his boots thudding as he hit the wooden deck opposite, and he had a pistol and his cutlass drawn almost before he hit the deck. He fired, blasting a hole in one of the sailors, and cut another down with his cutlass. They ran towards him, their rifles with bayonets ready, and he kept cutting them down, screaming in happiness as their blood drenched the deck, mixing with the salty seawater that already lay there.

Morelli himself was now on board the navy ship, his own cutlass drawn, and he sliced through the sailors, hacking them down one by one with his sword, which quickly became slick with blood.

A sailor leapt at Morelli from behind, his bayonet ready to run Morelli through, but he did not get a chance. Silver had drawn his second pistol and fired, throwing the man off course, sending him falling into the ocean.

Morelli simply gave him a thankful glance, not needing to say anyhting before rushing back into battle...

(OOC: Hope that's ok for you, Kamuro, PM me if I need to change anything)
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[Who Am I?]

[COLOR=Red][SIZE=1][B]Name:[/B] Brett (Can't think of a last name, sorry)

[B]Nickname:[/B] None, likes his own name

[B]Age:[/B] 20

[B]Appearance:[/B] [URL=http://www.matmice.com/home/ashleykat_anime/li1.gif]His Face[/URL] <<< Change his eye color to green. Stands at the height of 6'2'' and has muddy brown hair with sparkling green eyes. He's a bit muscular and he usually wears a regular t-shirt with some cargo pants.

[B]Weapons:[/B] None.

[B]History:[/B] Growing up wasn't easy for Brett. His parents were hard workers and he was the only child. He didn't have brothers or sisters so he would wait until his parents would come back home. He would be lonely and his parents provided everything for him except for a friend. Brett had trouble making friends when he was a kid. Everyone teased him and pushed him around. The bullies would beat him up just because he was weak. He got depressed at times and he would hate his life. He practiced some fighting skills and became good at it. He entered a boxing match and won. He was happy at that time until he had to move.

His parents said they couldn't take care of him anymore so they sent him to an old relative and there they took care of him. It wasn't the most pleasant place compared to his house but it was the most comfortable. There, he had things to do and his relatives treated him like they were his son. He felt loved and forgot about his hard-working parents.

[B]Personality:[/B] He's a fun-loving guy. He's kind of a momma's boy and acts like a brother to you. Before he moved he was a sad and depressed little guy but after that he became happy and never felt better in his entire life. He's a nice and caring guy but if you get on his bad side, he just might knock you out. He smiles like there's no tomorrow and likes to have an adventure.

[B]Specialty:[/B] Fighting.

[B]Snippet:[/B] "On the other side of the corner, weighs 174 lbs. and stands at the height of 5'11'' is Brett ' '," The announcer yells over the mic and I come out all nice and ready.

You see that's me a few years ago. I was a boxing champ and I would always like to box.

"And Brett wins the championship once again!!!!" A large crowd chants my name.

I mean I don't like to hurt people, but I became a boxer for that reason until I realized that fighting wasn't the option. Well now see me today.

"Brett! Hurry up or your food's gonna get cold," my aunt called as I was still in bed.

"Ma! Just 5 more minutes!" I shouted. You see, I called her "Ma" because she was really close to me unlike my 'real' parents.

I heard footsteps coming in my room and the my soft blanket was gone out of my hands. "Hey! Who did---"

"Young man! I order you to eat your breakfast!!" Ma yelled.

"Alright, alright," I said as I rubbed my eyes. I sighed heavily and did a couple of stretches. "Ahh..." I got into the shower and wash my hair. I brushed my teeth and hurried downstairs.

I sat down wear I usually sat and my 'Pa' was chopping wood outside. I grabbed my spoon and began to dig in. "Yuckk!!!" I said spatting some of the food out of my mouth.

"I told you! How many times do I have to tell you, come down and eat but you just had to sleep in!" Ma said as she took the bowl and began heating up.

I took a napkin and wiped my mouth while I waited. "Brett!!!" A voice yelled my name and I jumped a bit. A little girl comes walking through the door and says, "Brett!!!"

"Yeah? I'm here," I smiled as I saw my cousins face. You know I don't have any siblings, right? So I just say she's my sister though she doesn't look anything like me except her smile. She has blond straight hair that curls a little at the bottom and soft violet eyes. She's pretty and a charming young lady but she always keeps her distance from guys, except me! Oh yeah and her name is Anne though her parents call her Annie just like I do.

She comes and sits on my lap and says, "Look at my doll, Kristy. She's kind of like me right?"

I smiled and looked at the doll. It kind of did but the doll had green eyes like mine. "Yup, it kind of does."

"Oooww..." My Pa wails.

"Brett! Help your Pa while I heat up your food," Ma says.

"Yes, ma'am." I dragged my feet and walked out the door. "Pick up your feet young man!" She screams as I went to my Pa. Annie walked behind me worrying what happened to her dad.

"Pa! Let me chop the wood for you okay? I'll give you a massage once I'm done." See I'm nice. My Ma might yell at me but I still love her like she's my own.

After I was all done, I ran back inside and I found my food on the table and boy, was I hungry! I gobbled it down but stopped. "HHOOOOTTT!!!" I yelled running around the house.

"I told you I heat it up!" My Ma shook her head and sighed.

Well that's my life in the little house I live in now.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[Pumpkin]

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[b]Name:[/b] Mila Adrias (Mee-la) [b]Nickname:[/b] Minx or Chain (see below) [b]Age:[/b] 23 [b]Appearance:[/b] [URL=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v494/PurpleFire/headpirate.jpg]Click[/URL] Minx is usually wearing her dark brown hair into a pony tail over a bandana and gets teased for wearing tattered small clothes. She is also fairly tall and has green eyes. Minx has somewhat of a man's personality and ideals but with a grown woman's body. This also puts her in the disposition of when they have to go to town, she is usually seen wearing an elegant purple gown to disguise herself as a rich lady. She doesn't like wearing dresses and will only do so in emergencies. She prefers to pretend to be a man. [b]Weapons:[/b] She has a [URL=http://www.sillyjokes.co.uk/images/wacky/props/weapons/cutlass-eypatch.jpg]cutglass sword[/URL] that is put to use only when necessary. She also owns a two chains which she is most famous for using.[URL=http://www.thepiratesrealm.com/chainshot.gif]One[/url] which is a chain with two metal balls on each side and is strictly used to crush the opponent with the ends but also used for choking. She also has a golden chain that she keeps from her hip and to her back that hangs on her pants, it is the chain that she is most famous for killing all her victums with. Melee combat is her favorite for she is very strong for a woman. [b]History:[/b] (Will Edit Soon) [b]Personality:[/b] Mila is a confident and smart woman and the best she is good at is speaking her mind and fighting. Her only true weakness is, showing her emotions.. She has a hard time showing her true emotions and often hides how she truely feels. This equals the fact that, she is also scared of affection, especially romantic feelings from men. This is the only thing that confuses her, and makes her vulnerable. Otherwise she is also chipper, and is not a force you want to make angry. Her happy nature leads to that she is never depressed, although the heart is more then what the eye can see. She respects those who are loyal and honest, and doesn't like doing something dishonest, unless its for a good cause. She is however a very cunning and sneaky person when she wants to be dispite her good preachings, when something is important to her, she will do whatever it takes to get it. Despite the consequences. [b]Specialty:[/b] Assasin, and hand-to-hand combat. Minx is not much of a thief, for she feels bad for stealing when unnecessary. But she does it occasionally. She would prefer to be a Mercenary, she'd rather do easy work for the money, then steal it. [b]Snippet:[/b] The fog was thick as thick as smoke, and the dark ghostly waves splashed against the old harbor. A man in a trenchcoat was running, you could see the sweat of worry on his forehead. [b]"Who's there? What do you want with me? I'll pay you anything to leave me alone..."[/b]he shouted, turning to one side to the next. His face was scrunched up in pain, as he bent down and tried to catch his breath.

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[b]OOC:[/b] Great job on the RPG! I'll be looking forward to it, even if I don't make the cut. Sorry I'll fill in the rest soon. Promise.

EDIT: "I'm sorry this took so long. My cat had an asthma attack. No really. He did."[/FONT][/SIZE]

[Orcus]

[color=#CC9900][CENTER][B][U]+ + + ~Blitz the Shadow Streak~ + + +[/U][/B][/CENTER] [SIZE=1][B]Name:[/B] Kaine Retlale [B]Nickname:[/B] Blitz [B]Age:[/B] 24 [B]Appearance:[/b] [URL=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/Reizou/Blitz.jpg][color=#CC9900]Blitz the Shadow Streak[/color][/URL] His eyes are a brilliant blue, his hair a radiant gold. He wears a bandanna over his head. [B]Weapons:[/B] Blitz is a swift fighter, and usually prefers to fight with his fists, but he carries two medium sized daggers at his sides for sword wielding enemies. He also uses explosives. [B]History:[/B] Blitz was born a child of three into a family of great thieves. His brother and sister's names were Jordan and Alyssa. The thieves of his family had skills that rivaled those of the infamous pirates. His father and mother often brought him along thieving, and he quickly became a master thief. Though thieves, the members of his family were good people, sort of Robin Hoods of their city of Garoughsbe. But of course, they did look out for themselves, and often stole to better their lives. At the age of 7 he had become so omnipotent at his ?craft? that his parents often went off on their own and left him with his brother and sister. He easily stole and provided fro his siblings while they were gone, and he always knew they?d come back. But one day, shortly after his 8th birthday, he received a letter from one of his parents subordinates. His parents had been slaughtered by a serial killer. They had been ambushed outside of the museum they were stealing from, and their bodies were found mutilated and torn apart. Blitz cried for hours, but took a hold of himself, knowing he would have to watch his siblings, and help them through this hard time in their life. He vowed that he would find the man responsible for his parents death and would bring him to justice. But not without his siblings being properly trained and ready to help. After many years, on his 15th birthday, he heard again of the killer who had murdered his parents. Up until that point in his life, him and siblings jumped from homes, usually those of great fighters. They learned martial arts, swordsmanship, stealth, and they sharpened their thievery skills. He was at a pub with his current keeper, a pirate by the name of Thorn Black Lightning, when he heard talk from another table. They were telling of how a bounty hunter had caught the serial killer who had been at large for years. His parents name were brought up, and he knew it was his man. But the news was bittersweet to his ears. That man may have been brought to justice, but he hadn?t done it. He despised that man, and others like him. He made another vow to himself at that moment. He would become a bounty hunter, and take down any who killed unjustly. His siblings mafe their own vows, similiar to his, and they went off their seperate ways, all to become great bounty hunters. [B]Personality:[/B] Blitz is as his nickname implies. Fast. Fast to think, to act, to speak. His comments, however, are never thoughtless or rude, nor his actions brash. He?s naturally tactical, bright, and calculated, thus acts as such without thinking about it. He?s great to be around as well. Everybody likes him, and he has quite the way with ladies. His carefree mannerisms and lifestyle tend to make others think he is easygoing and constantly relaxed, but he?s not. Blitz?s inner self harbors a fierce competitiveness and lust for power. He constantly challenges others to fights, to see just how strong he is. Always pushing himself to his limits, he would often go weeks training and then collapse from overstrain. He?s no longer that persistent, but he never passes up the chance for a good fight. That?s why he became a bounty hunter. What?s better than a fight with a hardened convict? [B]Specialty:[/B] Thieving, Fighting (hand to hand, swordplay, his mastery in fighting is what has earned him a great name as a bounty hunter.) [B]Snippet:[/B] [B]?Har, har, har! Good luck catching me, hunter! Yar should turn around now, afore I have to kill you as well!?[/B] They were at the docks, Blitz had managed to chase this pirate down here. Blitz stared at the man and snarled. This man, Jove of Insanity, had killed 20 people in one week, just to show off his strength. Blitz despised him. He wanted nothing more than for this man to die, and perish. But he had to bring him in. That was real justice. Murder was not. Jove sprang backwards and threw a dagger at Blitz. Blitz caught the dagger in front of him and chuckled mockingly. [B]?Did you think that would work? I?ve dodged bullets before you fool! Part of being a thief and a bounty hunter means being able to predict what your opponent will do, and reacting.?[/B] Blitz spun the dagger around and launched it at Jove. Jove slid to the side, dodging the dagger. He laughed. [B]?You speak powerful, bit ain?t got nuttin to back it up wit! Now I?ma teach you a lesson for tryin? my patience!?[/B] He attempted to jump forward but couldn?t. He was pinned to the wall behind him. Blitz ran forward and stood in front of Jove, smiling. He reacked into a pouch and pulled out a small bomb. Blitz waved it in front of Jove and started walking backwards. [B]?Trying your patience? Don?t make me laugh. A cold-blooded killer like you doesn?t know what patience means. Not that it matters. You?ll have all the time you need to figure out what patience is in jail.?[/B] Jove raised an eyebrow and laughed cockily. [B]?Yar think yar can put meh in jail? Yar may ?ave me pinned, but I won?t go in without a fight! Yar think I?ll just let them drag me in??[/B] Blitz smiled and nodded. [B]?Yup.?[/B] He threw the bomb in his hand at the floor in front of Jove. It exploded and a gas rose up from it. Jove struggled to resist it?s effect, but couldn?t. His eyes rolled back into his head and he passed out. Blitz smiled. He walked forwards and pulled the dagger from Jove?s sleeve. Jove?s limp body fell onto Blitz. Blitz snarled and pushed the body off. He looked off in the distance. [I]Another one bites the dust...Wonder if Alyssa and Jordan are having as much luck as me...[/I] [B]?The police?ll be hear any moment now, eh??[/B] Blitz spun around, assuming fighting stance. There was a man standing on top of the freight. A pirate, Blitz guessed by his attire. He eased up and smiled. [B]"What can I do for you good sir? Are you in need of my services?? [/B] The man grinned and jumped down in front of Blitz. He extended his hand, a big grin spread on his face. [B]?The name?s John Hervey, but I go by Red, and that?s exactly why I?m here. Looking for crewmates for my ship. I?m going after Longhorn?s treasure, and I need good men.?[/B] Blitz?s eyes opened wide. [I]Longhorn?s treasure?No one?s ever found that. My parents often spoke of that?I know it would make them proud if I were to find it?[/I]Red raised an eyebrow. [B]?Well, Mr. Blitz the Shadow Streak??[/B] Blitz smiled and took Red?s hand, shaking it. [B]?Hell, why not. The pollice?ll be here any moment, as you said, so why don?t we talk over a couple drinks??[/SIZE][/B][/color]

[size=1][B]OOC: [/B] Hope it's okey-day Kamuro. If I need to edit anything, please tell me. I really hope to get in. ^__^[/SIZE]

[Muse]

[COLOR=indigo][SIZE=1][b]Name:[/b] Graham Iseman
[b]Nickname:[/b] Gray
[B]Age:[/B] 24
[B]Appearance:[/B] [URL=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v418/zapshazam/guys102.jpg]Gray[/URL] Gray is six feet two inches tall and holds himself up with an air of great importance.
[B]Weapons:[/B] Just the masterfully crafted sword shown in the picture above. It is a few inches longer than where the image is cut off.
[B]History:[/B] Whenever asked about his life, Graham would always wave it off with an airy sigh of [b]"Oh, no. It's so overdone."[/B] And really, it is. So full of cliché, but I'll tell you.

Graham was born to a family of rich merchants and was spoiled rotten as a boy (a trait that would plague him the rest of his days, however.) It went from the finest toys as a child, finest training in anything he could ask for as he got older (swordplay would of course be his only successful endeavor,) and of course, the finest [i]women[/i] as he became even older. In fact, his almost disgusting charm has managed to get him any woman he could ask for.

However, there was reason to respect this handsome, pompous, high-class royalty. Graham was taught from the age of six the ancient skill of swordplay by some washed up swordsman who was apparently "the best money could buy." Graham learned the trick of the trade, and soon could duel with the best of them. But he didn't. Instead, he hung his ancient sword up behind his bed and focused on buying things and charming women.

Until one day, that fateful day, when Graham was 21. Graham was forced to take up his sword again and protect his town from pillaging bandits. Well, he did a decent job. At least he didn't die. His family did, of course, but that's just the way these things happen. He managed to kill off the rest of the bandits before they reached the secret safe under ground where his family kept the riches, but sadly most of his friends were murdered while he focused on getting to his inheritance.

But Graham wasn't a terrible person at heart. He was sad for a while, and stayed behind with the rest of his surviving neighbors to bury the dead. Soon after, Graham decided that nothing of interest was going on in his hometown anymore, so he filled a pack with as much clothing and money as he could and started off to locations unknown, with his now cherished sword in hand.

And if that wasn't clichéd enough, after he ran out of money, Graham took up one assassin job for a bit of cash, liked it, and took it up for a living. In the three short years he did this, Graham became fairly well known as simply "Gray" in the underground (because the men who called upon him couldn't say "Graham" with the proper accent that the one in question was particularly fussy about) and has thought about just assassinating for life. He decided killing people is fun, but he hasn?t lost that trademark air of pretentiousness.
[B]Personality:[/B] If it's been said once, it's been said a million times. Graham is pompous, snobby, and spoiled, even if he isn't the rich guy he used to be. His charm is known worldwide, able to attract the most gorgeous of women, and able to talk himself into the living room of the evil old man he was going to kill minutes later. He is usually smiling, no matter what, even while working. In fact, he usually has his "jobs" smiling when he sticks his sword into their stomachs. But that's just the kind of guy he is. Not [i]kind[/i], persay, but not a mean bastard, either. He's very outgoing, and has a rather cheery sense of humor. When he's mad, however, you might just find a sword stuck in your throat before you can say anything else.
[B]Specialty:[/B] Swordplay and charm (for instance, if someone is about to do somethng rather horrible to Gray, he could probably talk them out of it if time is giving.)
[B]Snippet:[/B] [i]Knock, knock.[/i] A polite tap, not too hard, but loud enough to echo through the house. Graham shook out his hair and then pushed as much of it he could behind his ears to give him a more ?innocent schoolboy? look. He heard noise from inside, which was a good sign, but took the extra time to make out his surroundings. It could have been a nice house, if the dead garden was taken care of, and the insects everywhere exterminated. Graham heard clanking directly behind the door and put on his trademark grin, placing his hands beside his back.

The door swung open to reveal a man in his late forties, scowling down at the blonde haired gray eyed ray of sunshine with great distaste. The man towered over Graham, standing at least at 6?5?, and his muscles rippled through his tight shirt. Graham looked him up and down quickly and scoffed at him mentally, this was definitely the man Mr. Rut was looking for, and was paying a good deal of money to have taken care of.

[b]?What d?ye want, laddie??[/B] The man asked gruffly, but his expression had changed ever so slightly. Graham was getting through. No surprises there. Graham stuck out a hand swiftly and fluidly,

[B]?The name is Graham, sir. I was wondering if you could treat a tired young man on his way to a quick bite to eat??[/B] His eyes gleamed in the sunlight, showing the untrained eye perfect purity. Surely this boy had never harmed a thing in his life. The man opened his mouth, undoubtedly to say yes, but his cold, steel blue eyes drifted down to the sword at Graham?s belt. Graham noticed this quickly, and added in an undertone, [B]??Tis tough times upon us, sir. Why, I?ve been attacked no less than three times since I left home a few days ago! The last one managed to take off with the rest of my supplies. This is why I came to you, sir. Your house looked?er?inviting enough.?[/B] He laughed good-heartedly, and to no one?s surprise his charge also started chuckling.

[B]?Oh, alright, son. Come on in. The inside is much nicer than the outside!?[/B] He turned around and disappeared into the gloom, leaving the entrance wide open. Graham rolled his eyes before stepping in himself.

It was much nicer by comparison, full of nice furniture and artwork amazing enough to be called masterpieces. Graham raised his eyebrows, slightly impressed, and followed his job into the kitchen. The behemoth was ordering an extremely frightened looking maid to scrounge up something to eat. She nodded her head, terrified, but that wasn?t good enough.

[b]?You?ll answer me when I tell you to do something for me, wench!?[/b] He shouted at her, before raising a gigantic hand and catching her in the temple with it. She crumpled to the ground, sobbing. This was enough for Graham to take. Usually, he would have waited much longer to ?take care of business? but he would make an exception. He tapped his charge politely on the shoulder. He spun around, looking positively angry.

[B]?What!??[/B]

Unflinchingly, Graham asked where to find the bathroom. The man?s face softened considerably as he raised his hand once again, only to point out the way. Graham waited for his head to turn the other way before drawing his sword out in the blink of an eye. Without even a surprised look on his face, Graham?s charge was dead on the ground seconds later. Graham frowned as he pulled his sword out of the man?s chest with some difficulty, and then sat down next to the maid, who was staring at her former master?s body with a mixed expression of terror and satisfaction. Without even looking at Graham, she stuttered,

[B]?You?[i]killed[/i] master Dilland!?[/B] Graham smiled at her,

[B]?Oh?Was that his name? My employer didn?t even inform me. And what is your name, my lady??[/B] With a confused air about her, she turned to look at the man who had just murdered another without a second glance and was now flirting with her. She was instantly caught up in his eyes.

[B]?Rose??[/B] She whispered. Graham decided she wasn?t so bad looking herself, with her curvaceous body, long red hair and large brown eyes.

Graham would leave the house a few hours later, feeling very happy indeed.


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[Kamuro]

[SIZE=1]Hey everyone. I'd like to thank all the people that have posted so far and I hope to start soon. I'm leaving this thread up for another day or two just incase theres any other people who are still interested in joining. If you havn't finished your sign-up I urge you to do so and we'll begin soon. Thanks[/SIZE]

[Revelation]

[B]Name-[/B] Undetermined [B]Nickname-[/B] Black Orchid [B]Age-[/B] Undetermined [B]Appearance-[/B] [URL=http://img26.imageshack.us/img26/4703/nancy5ae.jpg]Black Orchid[/URL] in all her glory wears an outfit with a black theme. She has on a matching top and pants, black fingerless gloves, and to top it off, black boots. [B]Personality-[/B] The orchid flower is a beauty just as the Black Orchid is. She is quiet though not silent, reserved though not distant, opinionated though open-minded, and vague though a bit lucid. In all this, it seems that the Black Orchid is one perplexing character who has a way of trapping people with her fascinating intellect, sharp wit, ravenous knowledge, and sparkling innuendo. She also traps people through enticement and seduction, enchanting her way to whatever she sets her eyes on. When the tables turn, the Black Orchid shows everyone who she truly is and what she means. She will not back down from a challenge and has a fight until death attitude. Some may say that since she is a woman, she does not know what she is doing in times of brawls and battles, when in reality, she is far more advanced than most. She doesn?t care for what others say or do, but if her life and reputation is being dragged down the line, she will do anything to bring it to life. The Black Orchid is a beautiful character and has a beautiful mind, but like all humans, she has a weakness, several in fact. Should the Black Orchid find someone who she feels comfortable enough with to speak of her past, she lets her guard down, allowing her mind to falter and her reflexes to loosen. She also has a weakness towards men who are able to defeat her, have a beautiful face, an intriguing mind, and a sharp tongue that can challenge hers, though that has not happened as of yet. The last of her weakness is unknown, not even the Black Orchid knows what it is for she has yet to find it. [B]History-[/B] Years before, I would have said that I had a family. Months before, I would have said that I lived a wonderful, aristocratic life. Weeks before, I would have proven that I was in a blissful paradise. Days before, I would have sworn I was the heir to all. Though now, all I can prove is my life on the streets, a life filled with freedom and no strings attached. If I didn?t know any better, I would say that living the life as a rebel has caused a ruckus in the homes and a torrent among the hearts that I once loved. For ages beyond ages, the title ?Black Orchid? has been heard. It has been with mankind for centuries, haunting their streets and delivering justice to those that Black Orchid believes needs it. It is a name so threatening that even the king cannot even whisper it. That is the type of reputation that the Black Orchid holds, a reputation that fills people with fear and respect, albeit those two do not go hand-in-hand. The name itself is beautiful yet deadly, much like the people who hold its name. Although, it is something that is not handed down from family generation to generation, merely the predecessor who holds its name passes it down to a worthy apprentice and so forth. It is a privilege to have been given the title ?Black Orchid,? not a mere gift, for many a people have used its name in such wrong ways that it has dragged down the ways of the Black Orchid into filth. But when it landed upon me, I was filled with speechless words and awe-inspired by my predecessor that she would have given me this title. My past is something that I wish to leave behind, something that, although it had great meaning, I wish not to think of. I have left the world that I was once put in and turned to a world that I now belong to for it is a path that I choose to walk upon, a road that is untaken. You see, it is not the past that we should live in nor the future that we should look ahead to but the present that is here for us to take and hold. [B]Specialty-[/B] The Black Orchid is known for her stealthy and agile work as an assassin, as well as a thief. She has no regrets in her job for she has been taught to do what she does. Then along the way, she has created a reputation for being a bounty hunter. But among these, she is skilled in marksmanship, navigating, haggling, archery, tracking, swordplay, fighting with nearly any weapon, and much more. It is unlikely for the Black Orchid to fail for she was trained to never fail and to never give up. [B]Weapons-[/B] Wrapped neatly around her waist is a whip that the Black Orchid refers to as the Snake Whip which is shaped as a snake and has a venomous bite to it. It is her prized possession and has been handed down to her from her grandmother. She also carries with her two Flintlock pistols that have a silver inline and charcoal handle. It is unlike the basic Flintlocks though, for it shoots stronger and has a more accurate positioning on its target. With her, she also has an oak crossbow, two Egyptian daggers that were created for her especially, and a tomahawk- smaller than the regular tomahawks, but still usable. Yet, among her weapons, there is one that goes hand-in-hand with her whip, the Scorpion Sword- a sword that is a cross between a saber and the ever popular cutlass sword. Its hilt is rounded so that maneuverability is not an issue and oddly enough, the blade is double-edged with the words, ?From the ocean to the mountains, an Orchid is among us.? [B]Snippet-[/B]

[Chisoku]

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Name: Tai Koshi
Nickname: None, just goes by Tai.
Age: Twenty-Three
Appearance: [URL=http://img64.imageshack.us/img64/8567/89b43bx.jpg]Here[/URL]

Height: 6'0
Eyes: Green

Weapons:

- [B]Spear[/B]: Tai?s main weapon of choice, it was especially made for himself. Crafted by a great blacksmith, each and every part of it was made out of pure metal.. Located in either hand, it never leaves it sight. During battle?s, the Spear becomes one with Tai , it?s blade slices through the air, as if it weighed nothing at all. His skill with the spear itself was amazing, doing amazing flips and other techniques, with out himself being harmed

- [B]Musket[/B]: Strapped behind him a musket laid in waiting . The musket itself was partly concealed between the belt. Located nearest to the handle, on it?s right side, tied to the belt was a small bag. This bag only contained five balls, as Tai did not use the musket itself, often. Tied next to the bag was another, itself contained around five charges.

History:

Tai was born to become a orphan. His Mother, a waitress at a local Bar, did not want to have a child, non the less raise one. As soon as he was born, she took him to a orphanage. Not sure what the orphanage was called, he had spent five years there. One fateful day, a man around his thirties had stopped by to water his horse. As he came in, he gratefully accepted some food from the Owners, he paid them for their gratitude. Glancing around, the blue eyes searched the room, almost for some one, his eyes met the ones of Tai.

The stranger smiled, talking to the Owners if he could adopt the young child, to take back to his estate around two miles away. They agreed seeing that the Man meant no harm to the boy.

?What is the last name?? Asked one of the elderly owners.

?Koshi.? The Man replied.

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Later, when Mr. Koshi thought that his adopted son was ready to defend himself. A trainer was hired to teach him how to use the sword, although he had no idea that Tai was gifted with the spear. One day, out riding on his estate he stopped and stood up on his horse looking out into the field. There stood his adopted son with a pitch fork, used for gathering of the hay. Tai handled the pitch fork as if it was like his arm, almost like the grace of a dance. Each time the spear was moving, it had a purpose, the boy new where he wanted it to go and it went. One move made Mr. Koshi gaze at the young boy, awe struck. Tai had shoved the pitch fork into the ground pushing himself upside down, solidly his muscles tightened, his feet straight towards the sky, perfectly balanced. Right then, he decided to get Tai a present, a special spear, just for him. When Tai got his present, he was overjoyed, grabbing and hugging his Dad

As years went by, Tai gradually got older. Day after day, he trained with his spear, he was especially fond of the spear. A day that Tai would not forget suddenly happened, his Dad has passed away. While on a ride, Mr. Koshi was robbed, during the robbing he had defended himself greatly, leaving one man dead. Although, he did not expect that one of the robbers would have a musket on them. Throwing the sword he stabbed the man in his right arm, although to late, the bullet had struck him in the heart. Tai later found out, he was very grieved for day?s about his Dad?s death.

No longer could he stand being around the estate. Finally, he decided to leave, taking only enough money to buy supplies, leaving the estate in the hands of Mr. Koshi?s relatives. Thought?s of the death of his Dad filed his head, he vowed to make a name for himself, to make him proud. So he began his journey?


Personality:

- Silent / Indepent: Tai had lost his loving Dad, so he barely talks. Although, when he does talk, it is for a meaning. He accepts no help from anyone, he does everything by himself.

Specialty:

- Agility: Day after day, he had trained, years had passed. His body became a fluid of movement.

Snippet:

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Before the death of Mr. Koshi:

Wind blew swiftly down the ranging valley. Tall grass waved back and forth in it?s path, each gust seemed to whisper in the trees. Sweat dripped off the chin of a teenager, the breathing of the boy was fast. His face toward the ground, both hands gripped the long handle of the spear. Raising up, the sand-ish blonde hair flapped lazily in the crisp air. Green eye?s scanned the horizon, seeing if he was alone, he shook his head, sweat flung in different directions.

Once again, he took up the spear, it became as if it was one with his body. Shifting his weight, he jumped, legs flew into the air, his body doing a circular like motion. As if he did not think, he struck the spear into the soft soil. His forearms tightened, suddenly he pushed himself up, the blade slid silently out of the ground. In the air, the boy smiled, landing solidly on the ground. Wide eyes starred at the gap in the ground, he could barely hold in his excitement.

?Yes, I have finally did it. Now, if I practice hard enough, I can do it with out much effort!? Tai laughed, throwing the spear into the air, kicking out, swiftly his hand shot up, grabbing the spear?s handle?[/size][/color]

[Kamuro]

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[CENTER][SIZE=4]The Crew[/SIZE] Kamuro as John Hervey - [I]Red[/I] Kitty as Nicole Murphy - [I]Nikki[/I] Dragon Warrior as Dartanian Thatcher - [I]Thatch[/I] demonchild781 as Dorian Maris - [I]Maris[/I] Sakura as Katchya Valentine - [I]Kat[/I] Fallen as Verdane Silver - [I]Silver[/I] Who Am I? as Brett Pumpkin as Mila Adrias - [I]Minx[/I] Kitsune as Kaine Retlale - [I]Blitz[/I] Muse as Graham Iseman - [I]Gray[/I] Revelation as Black Orchid Chisoku as Tai Koshi - [I]Tai[/I][/CENTER] Thanks to everyone who posted a sign-up, it's really appreciated.

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