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Wanted: Dead Or Alive
Name: Annabelle Essex
Age: 30 years old
Height: 5' 6"
Annabelle is a hard woman who suffered a great loss and carries a grudge against the people who wronged her. She carries a light pistol which she can draw quite fast and a heavier colt navy revolver. She rides a dark red Andalusian warhorse named Hecate. She was taught how to track and hunt people by a successful half-breed bounty hunter. There is a rumor that she killed a man in a town jail by stabbing him with a spoon.
Age: 30 years old
Height: 5' 6"
Annabelle is a hard woman who suffered a great loss and carries a grudge against the people who wronged her. She carries a light pistol which she can draw quite fast and a heavier colt navy revolver. She rides a dark red Andalusian warhorse named Hecate. She was taught how to track and hunt people by a successful half-breed bounty hunter. There is a rumor that she killed a man in a town jail by stabbing him with a spoon.
Treading on the Sun
Name: Dandylion Suntreader
Race: High Elf
Profession: Bard, Storyteller, Singer of Songs, Silvertongued Idiot, Philanderer of Young Women's Hearts.
A waterfall of jet-black hair that cascades about his shoulders, tan skin that was once fair but now kissed by the sun. Deep green eyes that sparkle with joy and intelligence peering from beneath graceful brows. A laugh is never far from his crooked, carefree smile. His clothes are slightly tattered, a loose green shirt, and worn blue trousers, a vest of bark brown, a traveling cloak of deep blue hanging from silver brooches at his shoulders. Calf-high leather boots that have seen many miles but not as many miles as the elf who wears them. Atop the jet-black hair, often perched is a tattered, wide-brimmed hat of grey-blue with a silver buckle. Upon his belt is a sheath for a dagger and a pouch for a harmonica. His worn pack is belted and strapped with a pan flute and harp. By far his favorite, a beautiful lute always rests in his grasp, near and dear as it is to his heart.
Race: High Elf
Profession: Bard, Storyteller, Singer of Songs, Silvertongued Idiot, Philanderer of Young Women's Hearts.
A waterfall of jet-black hair that cascades about his shoulders, tan skin that was once fair but now kissed by the sun. Deep green eyes that sparkle with joy and intelligence peering from beneath graceful brows. A laugh is never far from his crooked, carefree smile. His clothes are slightly tattered, a loose green shirt, and worn blue trousers, a vest of bark brown, a traveling cloak of deep blue hanging from silver brooches at his shoulders. Calf-high leather boots that have seen many miles but not as many miles as the elf who wears them. Atop the jet-black hair, often perched is a tattered, wide-brimmed hat of grey-blue with a silver buckle. Upon his belt is a sheath for a dagger and a pouch for a harmonica. His worn pack is belted and strapped with a pan flute and harp. By far his favorite, a beautiful lute always rests in his grasp, near and dear as it is to his heart.
Cyberpunk Mafia
((In an RP))
Name: Sebastian O'Leary
Age: 45 years
Height: 6'6"
Weight: 230 lbs
He works for 'The Boss' and due to his employment as a hitman/assassin, the Boss has seen fit to equip him with certain cybernetics such as a target-tracking eye, enhanced bone and muscle graft to the better part of his body to enhance strength and toughness.
Name: Sebastian O'Leary
Age: 45 years
Height: 6'6"
Weight: 230 lbs
He works for 'The Boss' and due to his employment as a hitman/assassin, the Boss has seen fit to equip him with certain cybernetics such as a target-tracking eye, enhanced bone and muscle graft to the better part of his body to enhance strength and toughness.
Harmony, Blackbeard's daughter.
((In an RP))
Name: Harmony Teach
Height: 5 ft 6 inches
Age: 25 years
Harmony was born on land but that didn't change the fact that sea water ran through her veins. On the island of Tortuga, she grew up alongside a bunch of young boys. She learned to play rougher than all of them because that was the only way to earn respect. She first met her father when she was nearly nine and was even further emboldened to find out that he was a famous pirate that commanded the respect of many others on Tortuga. She dreamed of a time when she would be so bold and respected. Despite the praise her father gave her upon becoming the toughest and meanest brat on the island, he refused to fulfill her dream, to take her on his ship to see the ocean and master the helm. "A ship be no place for a woman, lass, and that's that." he had said but just like most daughters of strong men, she had quickly learned not to listen when it suited her.
Harmony stowed away aboard the Queen Anne's Revenge, shoved down in a barrel that smelled of salted pork. It wasn't hard for her to survive down among the supplies and she was plenty small enough to sneak around and wedge herself in the smallest little cracks. It was a rather stormy night, the Queen Anne's nearly capsized, or so it sounded like from below deck, so much so that it chased little Harmony out. It was right into her father's arms that she ran, as well. There, nestled in his coat, rather suddenly, she smelled gunpowder and that familial scent that was akin to her own scent, the bond of father and daughter that brought her serenity.
This created other problems though, as now, her father knew Harmony was on the ship. Luckily, they were so far out from port that it was pointless to take her back and tossing her overboard was certainly not an option. Pirates are a superstitious lot and in order to keep the girl on board, Blackbeard knew that he had to hide her in a fashion. He wrapped the little girl in his coat and took her to his cabin where he rubbed a bit of dirt on her face to hide those feminine facial features, gave her a baggy shirt and hat to hide anything else. She resumed her life as her father's 'cabin boy' aboard his ship. She was able to walk among the crew freely and by the time she was nearly ten years old she had gotten the chance to see her father command his crew while they pillaged a merchant vessel off the shores of Africa. If it weren't for all the shiny gold coins and other treasures that they had scuttled, just the prospect of watching her father use his supreme authority over his crew in such a precise manner, she was hooked. From that day forward, she wanted to be a pirate and she was dead set to learn everything she could.
In the years to come, she learned how to use a blade and how to trade, how to fight better than just the mere bit of street fighting she had taught herself. She had become just as ruthless as her father in every way. It was getting hard to hide the fact that she was a woman though, with her budding breasts and thickening hips and something had to be done. They came back to the port of Tortuga to sell off their plunder and spend the money. While Harmony was off saying a final farewell to her mother, Blackbeard made sure to hire a new crew and when Harmony boarded the Queen Anne's Revenge once more, it was as herself, the daughter of Blackbeard.
She was the captain's first mate and she made sure to not take any guff from any of this new crew, it wasn't long before she had established herself as a person of authority among the crew. It was nearly a year after that they fell upon a navy ship, a good sized sloop with seven guns that would serve Harmony well. She took the sloop and with a few coerced naval soldiers and some of her father's crew, she set out on her own adventure on the high seas. She renamed her new ship, Queen Anne's Daughter.
Name: Harmony Teach
Height: 5 ft 6 inches
Age: 25 years
Harmony was born on land but that didn't change the fact that sea water ran through her veins. On the island of Tortuga, she grew up alongside a bunch of young boys. She learned to play rougher than all of them because that was the only way to earn respect. She first met her father when she was nearly nine and was even further emboldened to find out that he was a famous pirate that commanded the respect of many others on Tortuga. She dreamed of a time when she would be so bold and respected. Despite the praise her father gave her upon becoming the toughest and meanest brat on the island, he refused to fulfill her dream, to take her on his ship to see the ocean and master the helm. "A ship be no place for a woman, lass, and that's that." he had said but just like most daughters of strong men, she had quickly learned not to listen when it suited her.
Harmony stowed away aboard the Queen Anne's Revenge, shoved down in a barrel that smelled of salted pork. It wasn't hard for her to survive down among the supplies and she was plenty small enough to sneak around and wedge herself in the smallest little cracks. It was a rather stormy night, the Queen Anne's nearly capsized, or so it sounded like from below deck, so much so that it chased little Harmony out. It was right into her father's arms that she ran, as well. There, nestled in his coat, rather suddenly, she smelled gunpowder and that familial scent that was akin to her own scent, the bond of father and daughter that brought her serenity.
This created other problems though, as now, her father knew Harmony was on the ship. Luckily, they were so far out from port that it was pointless to take her back and tossing her overboard was certainly not an option. Pirates are a superstitious lot and in order to keep the girl on board, Blackbeard knew that he had to hide her in a fashion. He wrapped the little girl in his coat and took her to his cabin where he rubbed a bit of dirt on her face to hide those feminine facial features, gave her a baggy shirt and hat to hide anything else. She resumed her life as her father's 'cabin boy' aboard his ship. She was able to walk among the crew freely and by the time she was nearly ten years old she had gotten the chance to see her father command his crew while they pillaged a merchant vessel off the shores of Africa. If it weren't for all the shiny gold coins and other treasures that they had scuttled, just the prospect of watching her father use his supreme authority over his crew in such a precise manner, she was hooked. From that day forward, she wanted to be a pirate and she was dead set to learn everything she could.
In the years to come, she learned how to use a blade and how to trade, how to fight better than just the mere bit of street fighting she had taught herself. She had become just as ruthless as her father in every way. It was getting hard to hide the fact that she was a woman though, with her budding breasts and thickening hips and something had to be done. They came back to the port of Tortuga to sell off their plunder and spend the money. While Harmony was off saying a final farewell to her mother, Blackbeard made sure to hire a new crew and when Harmony boarded the Queen Anne's Revenge once more, it was as herself, the daughter of Blackbeard.
She was the captain's first mate and she made sure to not take any guff from any of this new crew, it wasn't long before she had established herself as a person of authority among the crew. It was nearly a year after that they fell upon a navy ship, a good sized sloop with seven guns that would serve Harmony well. She took the sloop and with a few coerced naval soldiers and some of her father's crew, she set out on her own adventure on the high seas. She renamed her new ship, Queen Anne's Daughter.
Link 'Lynx' Blanchett
Link was born in Nice, France although shortly after, her parents got an offer from a very powerful mega-corporation in Night City. They would relocate to Night City and take up jobs as executives of their own R&D divisions for the mega-corp. Link grew up in the penthouse of a skyscraper, living on the second best that money could buy. Even when her parents spent more time at work than they did at home, they bought her a companion, a puppy, something that almost nobody had.
As she became school-age, her parents engaged her in the best school, of course itself funded and managed by the very mega-corp that they worked for. She wasn't the most intelligent so she had many people pick on her which surely toughened her skin. While she hadn't earned the privilege of such a prodigious school, she made her way through it until graduation.
WIP
As she became school-age, her parents engaged her in the best school, of course itself funded and managed by the very mega-corp that they worked for. She wasn't the most intelligent so she had many people pick on her which surely toughened her skin. While she hadn't earned the privilege of such a prodigious school, she made her way through it until graduation.
WIP