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Have you ever wondered what it felt like to feel the wind whip through your locks? Mist wetting your nape. Sun shining down upon your bod as you stand upon the Bow of the ship and gaze admiringly at the horizon? To be able to stare up unhindered by any settled down nonsense and watch the stars twinkle in delight in the dark abyss at your undying curiosity? Or just to be able to say you are truly free.


Fifteenth of August, 1663. Captains Log.

The crew or shall I say what is left of it, have finally made port in the harbor of London's lower district after several months of bad luck and endless springtime storms. The swells nearly swallowed the entire vessel of our beautiful Black Delilah whole but thankfully Poseidon gave us fruitful mercy and allowed us safe passage the rest of our voyage. Back to the matter at hand, I must regretfully inform that I lost many loyal and irreplaceable men this past year. Scurvy and remnants of the plague swept through the men as we traveled port to port selling goods and stealing loot from the Royal Navy. I feel like I should say a small prayer for them, but what true God would listen to a snake of the ocean?


I have given the remainder of Delilahs crew their share of this year's plunder so that theyay rejoice in our renewed sanity and safety before we set sail at the first breath of winter. Two to three months I will have hopefully found fitting replacements for the fearless men we lost and have the repairs to Delilahs haul and main mast pole repaired. That damned Royal Navy will get what's coming to them flr daring to strike a match in my beauties direction. New rigs and cannons, twenty in total will be added with nearly a ton of cannons ammo and food shall be added to our stores. I haven't spoken to the crew of it, but we shall make voyage for Dead Man's pass before heading towards Uncharted territory. I don't know what untold dangers or riches lay ahead, but this crew and ship will go in history for the spoils and travel we have made in this day and age.

Yours truly, Captain Thaddeus Wraith



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The objective of this role-play is to have fun with the concept of pirates and their quest to become famous as the greatest pirate of the Seven Seas.

RULES
1: All Lioden rules apply.

2: No God modding.

3: No Power play.

4: Do not harm or kill another character without person unless it is a NPC character created for that situation.

5: All characters must be original. Also keep in mind, women did not have the same rights as men back in this day of age. However upon a pirate ship, if she proves herself worthy amongst the crew for her valor, she will be treated like a man. Do not complain. Any issues, PM me.

6: Present day photos are allowed as a reference.

7: Please for the love of God, put the photos source.

8: You must reply atleast twice a week. Please keep in mind I understand that you may have a busy life. I work and go to school daily yet have time to reply multiple times in one day and all day upon weekends. Unless you are dying or studying for finals or are very busy at work, I do not want excuses. If a one reply is not made a week, you will be put on an absence. If no reply is made three days after you are put an an absence or an excuse if given, you will be removed from the roleplay.

9: Literacy is a typical given but details aren't mandatory but would greatly be appreciated as we are going to be set back in the past where modern conveniences won't help describe much.

10: High ranks will be reserved with a NPC of my creation until I see or find a character that is fit for that position. If you whine or beg, you will be ignored. Pirates weren't given their ranks like candy. They were earned and will be taken away.

11: All ranks except for Captain (for obvious reasons) can be voted for within the roleplay as being ruthless, pirates were Democratic when it came to positions and finding someone better to fit it. If you think your character is better for the position or if said creator of the character lacks replies I. The roleplay, we can set a vote. But note that the Captain's say is final.

12: Cursing is allowed as pirates did not have the best grammar. But please keep in mind of Liodens rules. And if anyone finds the cursing offensive, please PM me immediately and we can discuss the issue.

13: As the setting is in the 1600s, please keep in mind the language and literacy barriers. Words of the present century or even up to the 19th century were not valid back then. Please do your research on how to speak like a pirate or PM me and ill send you the easiest example.

14: Time Skips will only be passable by the Captain. Everyone else will stick to the set date and time of the day.

15: If you agree and read these terms and conditions, please put: I will follow you to Davie Jones Locker, in the "other" spot.

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PIRATE RANKING SYSTEM
(All rights of information used below are subject to the sites used. No copyright or plagiarism to Fall Out Boy intended.)
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Captain:
Supreme commander aboard ship. While they call the shots, they also bears the most responsibility. It is they who take the blame when a raid goes wrong and it is he or she who is responsible for making sure food stores, rum and morale are high, and when things go REALLY wrong, it's the Captain's ass that's on the line. A Captain with an unhappy crew will not remain a Captain for long.

First Mate:
On most ships, the First Mate is the officer who ranks just below the Captain of the ship and takes over in the event that the Captain can no longer perform his duties. Unfortunately this is not the case on a pirate ship. The first mate on a pirate ship is the man the pirate picks as his second in command. In the even the pirate is killed the job falls to the quartermaster. Ships also had second, third, even forth mates creating a chain of command.

Quarter Master:
In charge of maintaining the weapons aboard ship and all matters regarding security and conflicts between crew. They have charge of the hold for stowage, rummaging and trimming the ship in hold. They also have the job of making sure that there are no stowaways aboard the ship when it sets off.

Sailing Master:
The man at the helm. The helmsman. The pilot was the man who steered the ship. Typically one man would be the master pilot who would work with the navigator and captain to pilot the ship over the water. The pilot needed to know such aspects as the ship's draught (how deep she sat in the water) how wide the ship was and how sharply she could turn. In shallow waters, the crew would take soundings (checking the depth of the water) and it would be up to the pilot to either steer the ship or sometimes stand at the bow and relay orders back to the man at the helm which way to steer the ship. Quite often, in the movies you see the captain of the ship giving the orders but in real life the captain would rely on the pilot of the ship to do such a task. In some cases a crew man might be given the task of acting as a pilot for a portion of a voyage because they were more familiar with sand banks, hidden shoals, and rough currents in an that area.

Sea Artist:
A sea artists is not someone who paints seascapes. typically the term referred to the ship's navigator. The sea artist was expert at reading and correcting charts, using navigational tools such as the cross-staff, backstaff, quadrant, and sextant (depending on time period). They were also expert at use dead reckoning methods for determining longitude. Some were also capable of determining longitude using lunar observations (taking lunars). The sea artist was also an expert at reading the ocean, able to tell shallows and hidden reefs from deep waters and able to determine if storms were coming. Possessing such knowledge often would make a person the second mate if he were not already the first mate or captain.

On a more broad term, the sea artists was anyone who could maneuver ships over great distances with little or no difficulty, an expert seaman. (For this roleplay, they will work with the Pilot.)

Boatswain:
The Boatswain, or Bosun, was in charge of the ship itself and keeping it in shape for travel and battle. He looked after the wood, canvas and ropes that were of vital importance on board. He would often lead shore parties when supplies or repairs were needed. He oversaw activities such as dropping and weighing the anchor, setting the sails and keeping the deck clean. An experienced Boatswain was a very valuable man. They often got a share and a half of loot.

Carpenter:
Responsible for the maintenance of the ship below the deck level. In charge of maintenance and repair of the ship's mechanics, especially the engines and up to and including repair of the ship's guns and vital components such as the keel and rigging as well as other 'special' modifications the ship may have.

Surgeon:
The ship's Doctor, in charge of maintaining the health of the crew and patching up wounds and injuries. Human medics are preferred for ships lucky enough to have one, but Automaton doctors very similar to the ones who work in NeoVictorian factories and IAN Frigate sickbays are more likely to be found. If neither are aboard, these duties fall to the ship's cook.

Master Gunner:
Responsible for the upkeep of the weapons as well as being responsible for manning, loading and firing the cannons and other guns such as Steam Gatlings, Lightning Cannons and Harpoons.

Cook:
Works in the Galley, the cook is the one who feeds the memebers of the crew and in some cases they take care of the injured if there is no Medic aboard. The cook will often have a cabin boy as an assistant.

A.B.S.(Able Bodied Sailor)
The rank and file grunts of any pirate ship. These crew are mostly volunteers, but others are press-ganged. A little more respected than Swabbies and not given the crap work that is usually foisted on the swabbies. Many pirate captains started out as deckhands. Deckhands are the warriors of the ship and they are the ones who press-gang others.

Striker:
Often overlooked, the Striker was a native of the West Indies, typically from Darien or the Mosquito Coast. They were expert hunters who trapped sea turtles and manatees; fished for sharks and other large fish; and also hunted wild game when the the crew came ashore. Their knowledge of local plants aided in collecting edible fruits and vegitables as well as medicinal plants and herbs.Their expert ability at hunting and fishing earned them a spot among the crew, Their hatred of Spain assured their loyalty and ferocity in battle. They were not kept aboard for the seaman ship, their job was to catch fish and kill Spaniards.

Rigger:
The rigger was one of the lower ranked mates who were given the task to unfurl and release the sails or vice versa when commanded. Their job was one of the most dangerous as they would climb up the slippery mast poles and roping.

Gunner:
Gunners were skilled men who aimed the guns on a ship. In some instances a master gunner would give orders to other gunners on how to set their guns during a broadside. It took years of practice to become a good gunner.

Musician:
Hired on, Forced into indentured servitude or often stowaways, musicians were keot aboard ships to keep the crews attitude up and to help relieve day to day boredom or allow joy in drunken festivities.

Cabin Boy:
The cabin boy is typically a young boy of privileged birth who is sent to sea to learn the maritime trade. Typically the cabin boy waits upon the officers of the ship. In some instances he may act as the Captain's servant. The cabin boy will run messages and errands for the officers, prepare their uniforms, perhaps even fetches their dinner. Because he is an apprentice of sorts, he is also expected to learn all aspects of the maritime trade. The cabin boy works long hard hours. Even on pirate ships, the captain might employ a young energetic fellow as a cabin boy.

Powder Monkey:
Powder Monkey was a British naval term used to describe the young boys who made up the gun crews. The term dates from the 1600s. Many powder monkeys were probably pressed into service, being kidnapped by press gangs and forced to serve aboard ship. Often the powder monkeys were young lads no more than eleven to thirteen years old. They mainly assisted the gun crews and learned most of the ships basics but were paid little (if anything), treated poorly, and were expendable. If they managed to live a few years, they might eventually make it to a position of more importance on the ship. Often, due to their harsh life, powder monkeys were quick to sign articles and desert a ship. On a pirate ship, new comers would serve the function of powder monkeys.

Lookout:
The Lookout is a Swabbie or Deckhand assigned with standing in the crow's nest and alerts the crew of what's in sight. Whether it be a port or another ship. A more dangerous job than it sounds, because on ships that are configured that way, he or she is required to climb up the side of the airbag and brave the high altitude winds in order to reach the crow's nest which means for most of the trip up there is nothing separating them from The Big Plunge.

Swab/Swabbie:
The lowest-ranking official members of the crew. They have either volunteered or were press-ganged into service. Their main responsibility is to keep the decks and outside hull clean, and to be the first to attack during a raid They're cannon fodder.

Stowaway:
Someone who snuck aboard without anyone noticing. Perhaps they were caught and made to serve (if the Captain was feeling generous) or someone who was able to mingle in with the crew with no one the wiser.

(Note: More ranks may be added or current ranks may be altered. Please be patient. I am no expert on pirate life but I know more than the average amount and wish for this to become a top roleplay for all to enjoy.)



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OPEN RANKS
(Note: If enough people join and activity is high, a second boat will be created an a Captain of my choosing will be placed in charge of it and will work under my Captains authority.)


Captain: Thaddeus Wraith by Fall Out Boy

First Mate:Reserved

Quarter Master:Reserved

Sailing Master:Reserved

Sea Artist:Reserved

Boatswain:Reserved

Master Gunner:Reserved

Surgeon: Open (Two Only, first come first serve. Keep in mind you an be replaced.)

Carpenter: Renn by Druid (Up to Five. Same deal, you can be replaced.)

Cook: Open (Same as Surgeon. Two only)

A.B.S: Open

Striker :Open (Same as Carpenter.)

Gunner: Mordred by M.C (Ten for now.)

Musician: Open (Same as Carpenter)

Cabin Boy:Open (Same as Gunner)

Lookout: Open (Same as Surgeon. One for day, one for night.)

Swab: Open (Same as Carpenter)

Powder Monkey: Open (Same as Carpenter)

Stowaway : Open (Same as Carpenter. Eventually they will be forced to take a job or will be sold as a slave. Fair warning.)

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FORM REQUIREMENTS
(Note: I know I am asking alot, but as the characters must be original and all your own, I want to be abke to read their story and have a feel for them. Just like when you read a book, you a get a feel for the characters and bond with them.)


NAME

AGE

GENDER

SEXUAL ORIENTATION

BIRTH PLACE

PHYSICALLY DESCRIPTION

PHOTO REFERENCE

CRIMINAL RECORD

RANK

PERSONALITY

BACKGROUND

RELATIONSHIPS

PROS

CONS

OTHER

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Let's make this the best roleplay Lioden has ever seen! :D

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Edited on 12/11/16 @ 10:20:31 by Fall Out Boy (#78868)

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2016-11-13 06:50:30
Captain Wraith • Location: Tattered Man Tavern • Mentions: Open


Fifteenth of August, 1663. Captains Log.

The crew or shall I say what is left of it, have finally made port in the harbor of London's lower district after several months of bad luck and endless springtime storms. The swells nearly swallowed the entire vessel of our beautiful Black Delilah whole but thankfully Poseidon gave us fruitful mercy and allowed us safe passage the rest of our voyage. Back to the matter at hand, I must regretfully inform that I lost many loyal and irreplaceable men this past year. Scurvy and remnants of the plague swept through the men as we traveled port to port selling goods and stealing loot from the Royal Navy. I feel like I should say a small prayer for them, but what true God would listen to a snake of the ocean?


I have given the remainder of Delilahs crew their share of this year's plunder so that theyay rejoice in our renewed sanity and safety before we set sail at the first breath of winter. Two to three months I will have hopefully found fitting replacements for the fearless men we lost and have the repairs to Delilahs haul and main mast pole repaired. That damned Royal Navy will get what's coming to them flr daring to strike a match in my beauties direction. New rigs and cannons, twenty in total will be added with nearly a ton of cannons ammo and food shall be added to our stores. I haven't spoken to the crew of it, but we shall make voyage for Dead Man's pass before heading towards Uncharted territory. I don't know what untold dangers or riches lay ahead, but this crew and ship will go in history for the spoils and travel we have made in this day and age.

Yours truly, Captain Thaddeus Wraith



Captains Log. Twenty first of August, 1663.

It has already been a week since I and the remainder of Delilahs crew have settled in London's lower port district. The crew had been given their share of the plunder to waste or use how they see fit. I myself am wandering about for awhile til I find people of certain talents to join our-


As the young captain was about to finish his line of wording within his dark leather bound journal, a rough bump to his shoulder had caused his hand to slip and smear ink across his page. A scowl working its way upon his handsome rugged facade as he lowered his quill beside his inkwell only to turn and glare deathly upon the individual whom caused his hand to slip. It was a drunken man, swaying back and forth as he sized everyone up within the filthy pirate welcoming tavern. And as of the moment he was dozing the captain up. Releasing an agitated and slow sigh, the captain stood up from where he sat upon the dirtied cushioned chair and glared down at the man. If ye knows what's good for your life, ye will vanish from my sight faster than a piranha gobbles up flesh. And as he was threatened, the man left as quickly as he could. Pushing over patrons and spilling his rum everywhere as he went. As for the captain, he pushed his hair back from his sweat covered brow and lowered hi.self back to his seat.



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MaskedCritters (#99062)

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2016-11-13 10:52:41
Mordred Wyther • Location: Tattered Man Tavern • Mentions: Capetian Wraith

The man raised a brow as he watched the seemingly captain tell of a drunken man, frowning when rum was sloshed onto him, he would've smacked the man clean across the face if he hadn't understood the causes of being drunk. Once and drunken man, always a drunken man. It's how he always would think till his head was chopped by a guillotine. Looking back at the fellow criminal he'd give a cocky grin nearing him. Eyes lowered to him, "Drunken sir getting in the way of your writing, you must've been sparing to the lad?" he'd muse, a shameless, smug look built on his rogue-like features.



((I have a mop for hair and I can't think of what to write. Save me please.))



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2016-11-13 12:18:34

Elizabeth Scarlett | Female | 22 years | First Mate
Location: Outside the Tattered Man Tavern | Mentions: None


A cool breeze ruffled her long dark brown locks as Elizabeth walked down the streets of London, walking beside a short and chubby Irishmen by the name of Smitty. A father figure to the younger boys and as protective of the women as if they were his daughters, as well as a close friend of the crew, especially Lizzie and Captain Thaddeus Wraith themselves. The two were looking for potential people to join the crew when they started up again in a matter of months. They had already invited a few young men to stop by the Tattered Man Tavern, one who seemed like he'd fit the role of Cook, another the typical A.B.S and the last one seemed to fit the part of a Gunner. But now they were looking for maybe one more recruit before ending the day. The two stopped as they watched a fight happening before them. Apparently, a few men had started a fight against a rather large man due to an argument. She stood back, crossing her arms over her chest as she looked at Smitty for a moment while they observed. "What do ye think?" she asked, heavenly voice loud enough only to reach the ears of her companion. He shrugged, not showing too much interest in the man, but still some. Observing the men fight, she noticed the single man's abilities and found him capable. He took out the three men one by one and that was very impressive to the female warrior herself. She looked over at Smitty and saw a sudden interest in his eyes. She smirked as she watched the man, a tall handsome adult, walk away from the three men sprawled on the floor.

Looking at her friend, the woman and Smitty mentally agreed to go after him and the two began walking after the strong man. "Hey!" she called, running a hand through her soft hair as the two approached the now unmoving man as he turned to face them, a curious look to his rather handsome face. She looked up at him, Smitty - who was around her height - doing the same as the stranger awaited for them to speak, wondering why she had called him. "If you're interested in a real fight, come to the Tattered Man Tavern and ask about the black Delilah." she said, hand resting on her sword hilt as she didn't know what this man was capable of. But he showed promise, considering he took down three men all by himself. And those men weren't just small, weak people either- they were rather large as well. Looking him in the eyes for a brief moment, she turned around, the pair walking away after speaking to him. Perhaps he'd be interested, and perhaps not. Only time would tell. But for now, maybe it was time for her and Smitty to head back to the Tattered Man Tavern and speak to the Captain about the men they found. The pair began heading back to the Tavern, still on the lookout, but that wasn't their main focus at that particular moment.

OOC: Anyone interested in playing this rogue man?




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Edited on 16/11/16 @ 19:26:02 by Christicat15 (#54511)

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2016-11-13 13:43:47

Eamon McCarthy | 19 Years | Male | A.B.S
Location: Streets of London | Mentions: Shopkeeper {NPC} ~ {Open}


A streak of blonde flashed between the large crowd of on goers, and then quickly darted between a slim space between two large buildings. "Get back here!" a mans voice shouted from within the sea of people, eventually pushing past the two buildings the person he was most likely screaming for, was concealed tightly against.

As he disappeared around the corner, a boy leant his head out from behind the shadow of the bricks pressed against his front, a devious and galvanized glint in his eyes, yet his face held no expression. The squelch of leather sounded as his fist wrapped tightly around a pair of newly polished black boots, a silver buckle adorning the outer edges of each. He had clearly stolen them from the man before, and as he slipped out of his hiding place, a pocket on his brown and tattered overalls jingled with the sound of coin, as well as a subtle smirk split his lips.

This boy was a pirate, one of many that inhabited the seven seas. Only here he was roaming the streets of London, and finding it more suitable to take what he wanted then spend a simple piece of gold. He slipped the boots onto his clod covered feet before turning on his heel and ducking beneath the crowd once more, disappearing entirely from view.




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2016-11-14 02:54:44

Renn |20 Years | Female | Carpenter
Location: Streets of London | Mentions - No-one

Oddly, the land felt as if it was swaying like the sea. So much so Renn probably showed her sea-legs visibly, on land. Possibly giving off the impression that she was intoxicated mildly, which she was, but that's not the point. She wasn't so sure as to why she was here, alone. She should be in the tavern, drunk, having fun, like others do. Then again, she was a beautiful young woman and she would most likely be taken advantage of. That's one thing she admires about pirates, you're all treated as a guy, many girls would hate this factor as they don't like to get their hands dirty, or they find they're spoken to in a rougher manner, but Renn found that she fit in much better this way and she knew how to react in these situations far better than if she was expected to act like a woman.
After a while of wondering down the street she paused as a small, gleaming pendant caught her eye, it had presumably been snapped from it's chain, it looked foreign too. It had a silver bead attached to a very dainty, brightly coloured feather, unlike any bird feathers from London. Her mind began on a train of thought. A feather like this must be from a land afar, it's beautiful. I wonder if I have seen the bird before, I wonder what that land is like, does it bring riches? Riches I so desire to find. Either way this petite treasure could be worth something. She carefully placed the object into her brown almost black trouser pocket and proceeded to wander along the street.




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2016-11-14 15:58:49
Skyler Griffin • Location: Tattered Man Tavern • Mentions: Open

Skyler watched as a fairly tall man walked up to the captain and spoke to him. She idly wondered if she should go and see what the man wanted with the captain but decided not to knowing that the captain could handle himself. She turned he attention to the drunk man that had originally bothered the captain and saw that he was now bothering some girl. She sighed and moved to get up and tell the man to back off but before she could some other man walked up to him and pushed him starting a brawl between the men. Deciding she wanted nothing to do with this she got up and made her way through the crowd surrounding the brawling men towards the exit. just barley ducking beneath a bottle that had been flung across the room by somebody. "Drunken fools" she muttered after she had finally made it out of the tavern. She went and leaned against the wall to the tavern a few feet away from the entrance. She didn't dare wonder far from the tavern as this was were most of the crew was. She stood by the entrance watching the passerby. Eventually she caught sight of Smitty and Elizabeth. Right as a man was thrown out of the tavern She briefly looked at him as he jumped up and ran back into the tavern. She sighed and shook her head pushing herself off the wall and starting the short walk towards the first mate and her companion.



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2016-11-15 08:07:19
Archie • Location: Ship and market • Mentions: Open

Despite his best attempts rats had got into the food stores again. Archie had skewered the buggers wherever they poked out their little pink noses and beady eyes but still they he'd been forced to surreptitiously ration supplies. And that had involved the curing and preservation of fresh produce that would need to last longer.

Archie sniffed his latest attempt at making cheese. It was developing into a decent, if pungent, cheddar. If only milk kept like beer. Or rum. He chuckled at the memory of an old friend running after a keg during one particularly nasty summer storm. He jumped out after it, and in an attempt to save it, rode the keg back and forth across the deck.

Archie squatted as he surveyed the kychen for mouse holes, making a reminder of where he'd need to make repairs. There were two brick fireboxes on the aft side of the room, with a large copper cauldron in each. A pair of puffy white undergarments hung above, waving cheerfully in the residual heat of dying embers.

On the foreside was a door with a lamp hanging above it and Archie's hammock hung by it, he licked to be close by to deter thieves and in case a fire hazard ever broke out. In the centre was a table, nailed down to the decking. It's surface so scratched up that were it a pirate a mere snarl might make grown men wet their pants at the gory countenance. To Archie it's just a well used table. Most of the food is stored in the lower decks with a couple of goats and chickens but Archie likes to keep any of the finer purchasers reserved for special occasion in here. A handy keg of beer doesn't hurt neither.

With a list of provisions drawn up Archie ventured ashore to the market.



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2016-11-15 11:25:22
James Anderson :: 18 :: Male :: Cabin Boy :: Location- A cobbler's shop in london :: mentions- Captin Wraith

((OOC: since James recently came from a higher class he doesn't talk like a pirate if that's ok.)

"Merci Monsoir I simply admire the work you have done for me." James thanked the cobbler before him, his accent trailing behind each word. He handed the stout man a small sack of coins, it was the rest of his earnings. "With that, I bid you adieu." He vowed on the last word before leaving with his newly made boots, they were Fashioned out of black leather that folded over just below the knee and held a silver buckle upon each foot right under the ankle. The insides were lined with soft sheepskin.

James say on a brick garden wall only a few steps away from the cobbler's shop. He kicked off his old worn boots that he had had since he last saw his homeland two years ago. He had been disowned by his family when he was sixteen and only last year had he found work as a cabin boy on the Black Delilah. James put on his new boots and admired the two shining buckles. Picking up his old boots, he made his way back towards the tavern where he had last seen his captain. His new boots making his outfit made him into a walking contradiction, old dirty shirt and trousers yet a rich mans taste in shoes. maybe that's what I should invest my earnings in next he thought to himself. James straightened out the ruffles on his cuffs and collar in a measly attempt to look nicer but the stains that soiled them did not cease to tarnish his appearance.




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2016-11-16 04:27:07
Renn |20 Years | Female | Carpenter
Location: Streets of London | Mentions - Stall boy (NPC)

Renn thought she should probably make her way to the Tavern many of her crew currently occupied. She began her way down the street when she came across a small stall. A young boy stood there, presumably helping his mother or father out. He had scruffy brown/black hair and his clothes resembled coloured rags. "Are you looking for any thing ma'am?" Renn was slightly taken aback by this boys politeness towards a pirate like her. She took a moment to reply, "Oh I'm just looking... Actually you wouldn't happen to have something to help me convert this into an earring would you?" She pulled the small feather and silver bead from her pocket and showed it to the boy. The boy thought for a moment before speaking, "I'm afraid not, but I do think I have some string you could use to attach it to. You could use it to tie up your hair or maybe a necklace?"
"I shan't make a necklace, that'll cause problems and it may get caught in the rigging. A hair tie does sound nice though." She smiled. "How much?"
"Oh, for free, it's nothing special, it's just a bit of left over string if I'm honest." The boy looked slightly embarrassed.
"I'll take it, thank you!" Renn was passed the string which she attached the pendant. Then tied her hair up with it. She was a rather naturally pretty girl, though due to her tomboy-is nature she was rarely treated as one. "Goodbye and thank you." She turned and left the stall in a smooth, swift gesture, leaving a small coin on the stall for the boys generosity.



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2016-11-16 10:44:39

{I'll reply soon, just have some things I need to do first}




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Christicat15 (#54511)

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2016-11-16 13:10:16

Elizabeth Scarlett | Female | 22 years | First Mate
Location: Streets of London -> Tattered Man Tavern | Mentions: Captain Thaddeus Wraith, Smitty (NPC)


Walking towards the tavern, the pair had passed a good deal of people. Pirates, merchants, and the like. Elizabeth soon caught sight of Renn, a Carpenter of the ship, speaking to a stall boy, who looked just a tad embarrassed. Shrugging, she would continue on her way, barely glancing at passerbys, who barely glanced at her in return. One of the unfortunate things she had to deal with since she was a woman, was the disrespect she received. At this time, woman were thought of to be less than men, only capable of cooking and taking care of children, in the minds of foolish men. Of course, most of the crew had learned that this was wrong of her as she had done many things to earn their respect. Naturally, the stubborn and feisty woman didn't let any men treat her with disrespect. She was too self-respecting to allow that. Many wonder how a woman like her made it to be First Mate, and she is definitely happy to show them how.

After a very short amount of time, the pair arrived at the Tattered Man Tavern pretty soon, entering with a swift movement, Smitty holding the door open for Elizabeth like a true gentleman. But before they entered, she had noticed Skyler Griffin, a member of the crew, and had nodded ot her in greeting. Entering the tavern, the two maneuvered between the drunk men in the bar, though the woman mostly pushing her way through the annoying crowd. Soon spotting the Captain, the two approached, greeting him. "Hello, Captain." Liz greeted, running a nimble hand through her flowing dark brown, almost black, hair. Stunning hazel eyes observing the handsome face of her Captain, she began running over the encounters her and Smitty had that day. Once they would greet, she would begin telling him of the recruits. "We found about three people worthy of joinin' today. I 'ave a feelin' they'll join the crew." she announced, sitting down on the stool beside her Captain. She turned to the bartender, watching as he flashed her a smile. She nodded back, "Give me some of your finest mead." she said, looking over at Smitty as he prepared to order whatever drink he wished. Looking at Thaddeus, she observed his current position. He had a drink near him, but when she entered his attention had been mainly focused on his writing. He had probably writing into his journal, or log, or whatever he called it. She didn't often look at it, so she didn't really know what was on it. What she had also noticed when entering, was a rogue-looking man looking at the Captain with a rather cocky grin, speaking. Hm... Well, he wasn't speaking to the Captain anymore, so it didn't bother her.

OOC: Ok. Just. I know it sucks but no one else was posting cx




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Edited on 16/11/16 @ 20:11:20 by Christicat15 (#54511)

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Posted on
2016-11-17 10:07:01

Eamon McCarthy | 19 Years | Male | A.B.S
Location: Streets of London | Mentions: Captain Thaddeus - Elizabeth~ {Open}


The slim boy swiftly crossed streets and pushed his way through crowds, heading straight towards Tattered Man Tavern. He knew his captian would be their, along with some of the crew that stuck to him like lost dogs. Sneering at this thought he quickly continued on, wanting to head back to the ship. The man from early had informed a few officers of the boy, and even had a decent description, so he was all to happy to get out of this town.

As he made his way towards the building, he noticed a few of the crew making their way inside, the first mate being one of them. He didn't really know how to feel about her, she was strong and determined to prove herself, a lot like him. But her loyalty to Captian Thaddeus sickened him. Letting out a small sigh he pushed himself through the door, and silently followed them towards the bar where Thaddeus sat. Stopping for a moment to stare at his back, he narrowed his eyes only slightly, but his face still held a stoic and unmoving expression. He hated to admit it, but a part of him was hoping the captian would notice the boots on his usually bare feet, and appreciate his handy thief work.

As the two others sat at the bar, he took a seat beside them, and then decided to finally announce his presence. "When are we heading back." He nearly had to shout over the loud men of the Tavern. All his years of learning to speak over the roar of the sea had hardened and strengthened his voice, so this was not that difficult, and he's sure the others heard him.




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xXDruidXx (#74535)

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Posted on
2016-11-20 08:01:13
Renn |20 Years | Female | Carpenter
Location: Streets of London - Tattered Man Tavern | Mentions - Open

Renn, after so many distractions made it to the Tattered Man Tavern. Unsurprisingly, almost everyone there appeared severally intoxicated. Despite this the barmaids continued to hand out drinks as if they were free, many cocky comments were thrown about. Some aimed at the barmaids, other's to offend another guy. Renn always found the way humans create their own poison and drink it for fun was off and fairly amusing. Hah, how can we consider ourselves smart? Most of the seats were already occupied or placed between two, drunken men. But Renn's legs were getting wary and she wanted a seat. So, she grabbed one, the men seemed to drunk and infatuated by their own pride to even notice anyway. She placed it at a nearby, empty table and sat down, then pulled out a small, partially tattered, leather book and quill from her back pocket. She also had a small pot of ink. She dipped the raven, black feathered quill in the ink and began to draw and write down her findings, so if she was to ever loose them she could still identify them if she came across something similar. She also found it an enjoyable way to pass the time.

Renn had been half dazed for about 5 minutes, she was mesmerised by her imagination, her mind was full of wonders and she began trying to figure out where this feather had come from, why it was here and so on? She was brought back to reality when someone was shoved into the back of her chair. She quickly stood up and moved out of the way. She packed away her belongings in fear of them being ruined then moved, carrying her chair with her. She wasn't one to get involved with others business unless is affected her.



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Jupiter Astraea (#94156)

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Posted on
2016-11-24 06:57:38
Archie • Location: Streets of London: market • Mentions: Ami

Archie visited the market and inspected the produce, making a note of the best suppliers and their production quantity, such that he might request the appropriate funds while conversing with the boatswain.

While wandering the streets he sniffed a particularly succulent scent. A challenging task for any scent is to be oversmelt on London's streets, with turd and wasting rot to contend with. Archie wandered closer and upon arrival their eyes inspected a particularly fine example of baked sea bass with lemongrass.

"Fuck off" a young man waved a fork in Archie's face. Eager to fend off a prying nose and get on with his meal.

Archie ventured into the pub of which the man was a patron, to seek out the cook responsible for this delicacy.



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