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[furrypirates]

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OOC

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[Basil]

OOC

Name: Ryan
Age: 28
AIM SN: Pearl Cabin Boy (For now)

IC:

Character Name: Basil Patrick Graymarsh
Species: Rabbit
Age: 17
Height: 5' 8"
Weight: 145 LBS
Occupation: Cabin Bunny erm Boy
Physical Description:
History: Basil grew up in a noble family in a port city. Ever since he was small he wanted to be a pirate. So much so, that he took to petty theft to practice being a sea worthy rogue. Unfortunately, he stole from the wrong old woman when he was but fourteen. She was no regular run of the mill old woman. No, she was a conjurer and was rather irate that this noble blood had taken what was rightfully her's. So for 4 pieces of gold, he was cursed. Cursed with the Green Eyed Monster. From that day forward he was blessed with the ability to find treasure like a blood hound. Unfortunately, the gold and treasure calls to him and no matter how much he ever gets in his lifetime, he will NEVER be satisfied. Even his eyes changed from the curse. once brown and warm, they are now green and rather cold. And if by chance he comes in contact with treasure that he deems worthy, one would almost think his eyes flashed a bright green. So,running from the iron clutches of his mother due to which he has many dark secrets, the Bunny lad bartered travel on a ship to Tortuga. How else does one find a band of pirates? So, as a bar boy, he awaits for a captain in need of a shipmate, cabin boy, extra hand... something!

RP Example:
The crowd in the Filthy Whore was getting restless. The young rabbit exited the bar with a tray of rum for the drunkening patrons. Green eyes scanning the room so that mishaps could rightfully be avoided. Attired in all black with a rather tribal like tattoo running up his left arm and blonde locks tied back in an equally death black bow, he waited on others. From riches to rags really. Once he slept upon lavish feather beds and had maids and footmen at his beckoned call. Now he slept on straw in a cold upstairs room and was the one doing the waiting. Fallen from rich foods to scraps not even most wretches would eat. But, more than anything he was happy. Why you ask? because he was a bird in a guilded cage back home. Here, he may be poor but he was free. It had its perks mind you. And he would, on occasion, steal a sip of rum here and there while the patrons sang songs in drunk gurgles manners. This was the almost life of an almost pirate. But surely he would be such one day. After all, this was Tortuga love and it crawled with pirates.

[Ragetti]

Welcome Aboard. Please create a user account and submit the full bio under the taken characters in the Original Character thread.

[Ember Weston]

OOC

Name: Betsy
Age: 18
AIM SN: N/A

IC:

Character Name: Ember Weston
Species: Mouse
Age: 19
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 135
Occupation: Barmaid/ Hopeful Lady Pirate
Physical Description: Dark brown hair to mid shoulders and pale brown fur. Eyes are a medium grey and her ears are average size for her body shape. Tail is simple and covered in pale pink fuzz and she is usually seen wearing a barmaids dress. Small bust and a small waist she is pretty but mostly seen as an average plain Jane.

History: Ember is the daughter of a low scale carpenter and a prostitute. She was the only daughter of a medium sized litter and most of her brothers either ran off to be sailors or died in barfights. Her parents were kind enough but gave her little attention and when she was fifteen both came down with a frightful fever and died shortly after. In an attempt to provide for herself and help her remaining two brothers she took on a job at a tavern called The Feline Fancy that was the hangout of most roudy members of the feline species. When she was 16 her two brothers left her due to one getting married and moving away and the other dying of a similar fever that befell they're parents.

Years later she still works at the grubbly little tavern and is subjected to "cat-calls" constantly even though she is determined to not become a whore like her mother. This gives her a bad reputation with most patrons and is often subjected to ridicule and embarresment as ell as harrassment. Ember wants nothing more than to escape to a ship like her brothers and live in the freedom of the open sea, but as a female she doubts that it will ever happen.

RP Example

Ember held her head high but kept her ears drawn as she scrubed at the filthy bar with an equally filthy rag. She was tired, hungry and quite frazzled but she couldn't quit until the next barmaid showed up for her shift. Ember paused to stretch her aching shoulds and manuever her tail in a sign of attempting to stay awake. Her eyed and whiskers drooped and her fingers were raw but she jumped to attention when a long haired tom-cat yowled out an order for rum. Hastily she grabbed a bottle and poored the liquor before winding herway through a crowd of felines to only be pinched and groped inopropriatly. Keeping her mind on her task and fighting down her anger and exhaustion she served the grinning old tom and turned to hed back to her scrubing when two more yowls caught her ears. Sighing she pushed her way through the crowd of males to get more swog.

Her small nails clinked against the glass as she picked it up and she delivered the brew as she was supposed to, but each leer and and purred thank you made hersick to her stomach as she raced around the small pub. At some point a drunken patron stumbled and landed on her poor fifth appendage causing her to squeak loudly and fall from the sudden pain. Stumbing back up to her hind legs she forced her self back to the bar only to slump when a chorus of calls rang out.

The life of a barmaid, Yo Ho.

[Ragetti]

I'd usually say 'no' do to your current age; but you seem mature. So I ask that you edit your app to not state that you're so young.

Other then that welcome aboard.

[neverknowsbest]

OOC

Name: Justin
Age:22
AIM SN: Justibane

IC:

Character Name: Rufus
Species: African River otter
Age:22
Height: 6'0
Weight:165
Occupation: First mate/boarding specialist

Physical Description: Standing in at a decent 6'0 even. Rufus sports of a thick coat of that good ole cocoa fur. Life on the seas has left the little otter with a lean build to say the least. Stong bouts of leaned muscle married perfectly with sinew make a more then decent impression through that thick pelt of his. Tiny ears perk up over a mess of short kept and self cut hair, and a thick rudder of a tail thats constantly in sway behind him...I could go on and on....But you got the picture for reference

History: Rufus was brought up in the black of Africa. It's state was very much the way it is today. Broken, famined, and war struck..And this little otter grew up in the very midst of it. Being brought up in a world of slaughter and war imparted the otter with skills and nightmares that'll never fully forget. But nothing in his short time in the world could have prepared him for what came next. Slavery to the new world was all the rage...And Rufus wasent spared. It was along a long trip across the pond that one of the slavers poked a little too close to the catch, and managed to loose a few fingers in the process which...Brought the attention of Blackpaw..The near psychopathic captian of the Free-booter. For his age, Rufus knew more then how to handle himself in a scrap. And a short temper matched with a sharp tongue landed him a odd postion next to the mental captian. Rufus outside of scrap is a mixture of temper and frustation. He's amazingly short tempered, easily swayed, and has a mouth that won more fights then fists. Struggling to find a decent place in the world. He's taken to pirating like cancer to a prostate...Now it's just time to see where it goes

Rp example: Low tide along the wharf was not a pleasant smell. Neither was nearly thirty sweaty unwashed bodies crammed into a dock's pub. And smack dab in the middle of this mess, slamming down a warm mug of diluted grog was this little mess of a otter. He stood nearly a head smaller then the rest of the crowd, that lean mass of strong muscle and fur easily lost a crowd like this. His nostrils swelling with that thick laced stench that rid about the air. It was humid, damp, and most of all aggitating to be cramped into a spot like this...Waiting on your captian who vanished upstairs. Rufus tried his best to relax at his table. Leaning that weight into the chair, that thick rudder of a tail in full sway behind him as he pondered his next move. That lean and mean little frame was decked tonight in a sleevless grey cotton vest, sack cloth pants to match and a thick set of worn leather boots that had more secrets then the sea had ships :: Aye! Whatsa fella gotta do round here ta get emself some decent drink? [ Heh, dont want to keep you here all night so I'll end it here ]

[Ragetti]

Welcome aboard! Feel free to post yer Bio in the Taken Characters section.

[Ember Weston]

ragetti said:

I'd usually say 'no' do to your current age; but you seem mature. So I ask that you edit your app to not state that you're so young.

Other then that welcome aboard.

Lovely! Changed the age, what's next? Should I post the application to taken charas board???

[Ragetti]

ember said:

Lovely! Changed the age, what's next? Should I post the application to taken charas board???

Yep. Under Taken Characters and OC's. Sans the RP example. If you need an example of how to post, just look at mine in the Canon thread.

[Ember Weston]

Ah, so I will be extending on her history by the looks of it? If so that give me the word and I'll be right on it. (I get confused easily due to rpg's always having different rules. ^^

[Barrett]

OOC
Nathan 21
AiM @ Ratcorsair OR Evvanance

iC
Character Name: Barrett "Namas" Tey
Species: Rat
Age: 27
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 130 lb
Occupation: Ex-East India Company Contact. Currently
a lather .

Physical (Current): (I'll see if i can scrounge a copy of the
wanted poster i made for him.)

At one-hundred and thirty pounds Barret is the heaviest he's been in years. Working the yard shaping timber for schooners has started to fill out his wiry frame; he's almost built enough muscle to keep his ribs from being clearly visible through his linens. Lately he's taken to keeping his sleek, cream-colored fur rather clean, well, excluding his dark, unruly locks on his head which never seem to submit to a good scrubbing or lie straight after combing. His newfound cleanliness has even attracted him attention from a few of the less-homely bar wenches, a novelty he won't miss once he sails out again. He wears thin, sheer shirts that often show the large scars on his neck and the tattoo of India on his left shoulder, and hand sewn clothing reminiscent of his more affluent days back in Portsmouth.


Background:

Fourth child of a courtier family in an almost unknown suburb near Portsmouth. His father kept his failing businesses afloat by renting out his wife and eventually his daughter to true noble families in the area. Some of 'customers' were kind, simply wanting to free his mother and daughter from the drunken clutches of Barrett's father, but most treated them as slaves and prostitutes. After watching his mother and sister abused for years by the wealthy patrons, Barrett began to harbor a deep-seated hatred for the corrupt aristocracy of his locale, and an even darker animosity toward his father and brothers, who he saw as nothing more than thugs and slave-traders. Determined he would free his mother and sister from the travesty of life they lived, he began to search for a way to smuggle them out of town and into another life.

Then one night it all came together for him, or rather, it all fell apart...

(if i can find the word .doc with his full bio I'll upload it. Too much to frakking type.)



RP Example:

The methodical thwacking of a machete trying to clear underbrush was all but inaudible from less than three fathoms away. it seemed to Barrett that the environment of the jungle devoured the sounds as well as the spirits of his expedition; though they all began enthusiastic, galvanized by his descriptions of what awaited once they crossed into the yogi's lands, they now were growing worn and weary.
"its ta hot here, and it smells worse than the bilges," Marris lamented, further agitating those around the young badger.
"if yu dun shuttit Marri, i'll carry you back to the ship and throw back down there," Loren growled, "i've not allowed any other women on my crew because you're all such pompous whiners."
"But Cap'n I'm not a lady!" Marris weakly retorted.
"Then act like a lad, and shut yer yap!" growled a nearby crewman.
After that they continued on in near silence, the sounds of insects and the men clearing a path all that was heard until the order to camp was finally given. Barrett scarcely noticed, all he could think about was his last trek through this jungle.
***
He was alone, unarmed and had naught but tatters of his trousers left when he finally slipped and fell, one foot caught by a low-lying vine. The fall slammed him into a tree and knocked the wind from his lungs; he tried to stand again, but his legs wouldn't support him. This time he decided to lie there and catch his Breath for a moment, for what felt like the first time in years. He had been running every day since he left Portsmouth and he couldn't stop now. Even if they had lost his trail in the dense tangle of trees and vines, he wouldn't stop running. As he hauled himself off the leafy detritus of the forest floor, a great peal of thunder echoed through the trees and the distinct sound of rain against the thick leaves of the upper canopy began. Maybe this time he could outrun his conscience; maybe this sudden deluge of rain could wash the memories away.
***
"Bear! Bear where the hell are you?!" Loren screamed through the sound of the torrential downpour, "Agh! i should have listened to Crowe when he said to leash that rat. You there! Help me find Barrett; he cannot have gotten far."
"Help ya find yer eyes maybe Loren," Barrett sarcastically replied.
"i can't see schite in this rain and you know it!" Loren spat.
"Yes, i know, night blind. Why the HELL would any'n hire a navigator that cannut see in the cursed dark?! Now what do ya need help with?" Barrett growled.

[Barrett]

Ugg i suck at doing a brief synopsis of a character...
Hence *points up* that.
But if i need to clarify anything or you want more background info i'll hafta find the old folder its in, or be less lazy and actually re-type it.