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<span style="font-size: 22px">Helena Presley</span><br/>
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<span style="font-size: 22px"><span style="font-size: 15px">A pirate? Privateer or perhaps a Mercenary? you'd think of her as one of those upon crossing paths with Helen the truth being she prefers being known as an opportunist, a jack of all trades someone who'd make you wanna take her on board. What's not to like? between being silver tongued and eloquently beautiful there's little she cannot do that is if her tendency to be highly stubborn in her goals doesn't leave on her the wrong side of the barrel which it has and did more so than ever as she found herself at the unfortunate end of a knot ready to be wrapped up around her neck as soon as the grumpy stout middle aged man they call the Governor of Reits Landing quit spitting the usual jargon for the energetic crowd. Perhaps looting a treasure vessel with a life's worth of gold was a bad idea after all?</span></span><br/>
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<i><span style="font-size: 22px"><span style="font-size: 15px">The cell was damp filled with a foul odor of piss and vomit and god knows what else. Helena whiffed cringing at the smell kicking about the rusty old iron bars scoffing. "You gon and done it again Helen..." tracing her palm across her forehead as she pulled back against the wall sliding down it. "Darned cunts! if it weren't for that sodding parrot i'd have gotten it... shite..." She mustered the strength to stand up scraping off the dried blood trailing down her lower lip likely from the hefty beating she got by a bunch of grunts on board the vessel far better than what would happen lest a way out didn't show itself. </span></span></i><br/>
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<span style="font-size: 22px"><span style="font-size: 15px"><i>Helena walked up to the bars taking a good look either direction before slipping her hand beneath her muddy poet shirt into the bra pulling out a small handmade shiv, haphazardly put together only to shove it back there as the sound of a pair of boots echoed down the hallway making their way closer. "Helena bloody Presley! damn shame the governor wants you gone as fast they threw ya down er" The grunt paused as his eyes scanned from top to bottom. "Cause if ya ask me.. its a damn shame indeed to just hang a drab like ya" Helena sneered. "Take it up ya arse you whore pipe!" not the best idea if you wanna feel half of your face alas a swift thump to the face and being dragged outside on her stumbling self is what was offered instead. The crowd only served to grew louder exploding in a irritating cheer coupled with a few pleasant words amidst it. "Off with that WHORE!" even among that the sound of a parrot repeatedly squawking pierced through the crowd. "off with yar head!" Helana clenched her jaw clicking her tongue upon hearing the voice thinking to herself. "Damn you Arlo!" </i></span></span></span>