Once more the character sheets of all the players. Please refrain from posting here. This is for reference only. Pictures are in the links of the players.<br/><br/><div align="center">LimitlessNikkie as <strong>First Mate</strong> Fara (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=112443.msg4917598#msg4917598)<br/>Hart as <strong>Boatsmate</strong> Leo (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=112443.msg4921712#msg4921712)<br/>Ramster as <strong>Captain</strong>  Albert Griffiths (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=112443.msg4931821#msg4931821)<br/>Dashenka as <strong>Crewmember</strong> Ailsa (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=112443.msg4952375#msg4952375)<br/>EvilBeast as <strong>Crewmember</strong> Ramón (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=112443.msg4953250#msg4953250)<br/>Ophelia Jaxon as <strong>Cook</strong> Glory (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=112443.msg4954337#msg4954337)<br/>kckolbe as <strong>Surgeon and Gunner</strong> Conor (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=112443.msg4958061#msg4958061)<br/>Eeyore as <strong>Crewmember</strong> Konrad (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=112443.msg4958603#msg4958603)<br/>Aiden as <strong>Navigator</strong> El Ojo (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=112443.msg4958766#msg4958766)<br/>Shade as <strong>Blacksmith in captivity</strong> Drake (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=112443.msg4958849#msg4958849)<br/><br/>Amelia as <strong>Captive</strong> Blackbird (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=112443.msg4955042#msg4955042)<br/>olive as <strong>Captive</strong> Liset (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=112443.msg4957538#msg4957538)</div><br/><br/><br/>LimitlessNikkie as<strong>First Mate</strong>Fara (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=112443.msg4917598#msg4917598)<br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Fara, the sharks teeth,<br/><strong>Age:</strong>22<br/><strong>Role on the Ship:</strong>First Mate<br/><strong>Background:</strong>Born on the coasts of England Fara was little more then a maids daughter destine to marry have children and work herself to the bone just as he mother had done and her mother before her. To say Fara was less then enthused would be an under statement, she wanted nothing more then to escape the confines of the fate laid out for her.<br/><br/>Fara was lucky in may respects, the mistress of the house thought it good for her boys to play with the other children and she Fara got to play with the two boys learning things many young girl would not, like how to tie a knot and use a slender dagger. She fought with play swords and until she was 9 years old she lead a carefree life filled with the joys of doing something few of her sex ever had a chance to.<br/><br/>But by the time she was 13 it was obvious that playing with the boys was effecting her. She seemed to have little patients for the girls and their frivolous ways. She cared nothing for bonnets or ribbons and smirked shaking her head when one was over come with the vapors. Sewing held little appeal when their were trees to be climbed or swimming to be done, but above all these faults one lay above all the rest and that was her fascination with the wilds of the world.<br/><br/>This fascination was to be blamed completely on the lord of the houses younger rakish brother. The man was in his late twenties when he descended upon the house in a whirl of fine cloth and foreign scents. Fara was taken with him from the very start. At the tender age of 14 he was the most beautiful man she'd ever seen with sun gilded skin dark brown hair that was a bit too long curling along the edge of his collar and eyes so blue they riveled the sea to the west.<br/><br/>Above his beautiful looks that infected her mind and made her feel wholly female for the first time was his stories. Sir Andrew had traveled the world for the last five years and was filled of stories of men who spoke to god and woman who wore covers over all of themselves save their eyes, of place filled with nothing but sand and others so lush and green you'd soon grow sick of such overwhelming beauty.<br/><br/>Like an illness his words infected her, awoke in her a desire to see places so wondrous she could hardly imagine them. Long after he left that wonder lust stayed with her and her dreams turned to the horizon as she yearned to see just beyond that border far more then she ever wanted anything.<br/><br/>Her mother worried about her as one would expect. At 15 Fara was at the age to be flirting with the boys, dreaming of love and romance, to be enchanted by a soft spoken word and a lingering glance but Fara had no interest in such things. Her body bloomed and she seemed to grow lovelier by the day but she cared nothing for the boys who doted on her wanting only to see the world that she spent every night dreaming of.<br/><br/>Sailors were always coming into port in a town a few hours ride from Fara's home on the country estate but it was a few months before her 16th birthday before she managed to get there. It seemed she'd finally found a use for flirting. A few hours of weedling the stablemasters son and she and him took the elicit trip to the port city. There Fara was caught up in the whirl of activity, for a day she hid beneath her cloak and sat in the back of a pub listening to the men jest and tell stories wishing with all her might that she could go with them.<br/><br/>Henry was bugging her pleading with her to come home when the air in the pub shifted. At first Fara wasn't sure what changed, it took her a moment to realize what it was. A woman stood framed in the door way the light caressing the curve of her hips as the woman surveyed the room. She was dressed like the men only a bit rougher as if she'd been long from Port and Fara felt drawn to her, wanting immediately to cast off her cloak and approach her.<br/><br/>The woman walked threw the pub as if she owned it and for the next hour sat at a solitary table drinking her legs kicked up light winking off the hilt of her slender rapier. The men were talking of her and it didn't take long for Fara to hear who she was, Selena Shark, the deadly pirate feared by anyone with a mind towards living. She was rumored to be ruthless and cruel but none of those facts seemed to matter to Fara who watched her with wonder.<br/><br/>Henry fed up with Fara's refusal to leave left her behind, not that she noticed spending long hour in the pub. By midnight the place was alive with new whispers, Shark was taking on new crew. As if the hands of fate had moved just for her Fara knew this was what she'd been waiting for, why she was never content with the idea of being a mother and a wife, this was what she'd been meant for. But for all her convictions it took some convincing to get Shark to take her on.<br/><br/>To Shark the girl was little more then a babe strayed too far from her mama. She was skinny, wide innocent looking eyes looked at her with hopeful excitement and a mass of curly dark brown hair made her look all too young. She would have told Fara no entirely it it wasn't for the way she spoke, lacking all feminine charms she was calculating and swift, quick on her feet her mind agile and quick to comprehend, the girl missed nothing.<br/><br/>During the fading might Fara never strayed far from Shark, fetching her drink when she required it and offering her opinion when ever Shark wanted it and for the next five years nothing much changed. Fara became Shark's trusted adviser her opinions valued above all other. During that time she honed her skills with a rapier becoming very well versed in it's use, learned to distance her emotions form the some times ugly work of a pirate and took the edge off the wonder lust that always drove her to seek out the next horizon.<br/><br/>At twenty tragedy struck. Shark took ill and never recovered dying of blood poisoning. As First mate the ship went to her but Fara had no heart for captaining the ship that she'd always feel in her heart belonged to her dear departed friend. She choose a new captain and with a heavy heart found a new captain and a new ship to serve. Again she fell into the roll for which she was comfortable advising a captain and holding a few fingers of authority over the crew as the first mate.<br/><br/>Appearance and interesting feats. Fara's most notable aspect of her appearance is the thick mane of mahogany curls that fall in a graceful tumble down her back. By some quirk of genetics or a secret feminine habit they always look soft and shiny always perfectly ordered in a silken fall down her back. She was average in her height standing at 5'6' and weighing a scant 103 pounds. Gentle curves accented her hips and she had a small but well formed bust that even with binding seemed to defy her efforts to flatten it. She had a small mouth, pert nose and wide slivered blue eyes that even now looked a touch too innocent even knowing what kind of reputation she held.<br/><br/>Anything else you would you like us to know. Fara is skilled with a rapier, dislikes all firearms never having developed a taste for them. She takes no kindness to too much attention from a man more comfortable being treated as any other member of the crew then as a desirable female never having come to terms with her sexual nature having no taste for the drunken paws of men who had no care for her own desires. She never gets drunk and only drinks when it's required of her and only spends as much time below deck as is required spending the rest high above the water in the rigging her eyes trained on the distant horizon.<br/><br/><div align="center">-----------------------------</div><br/>Hart as<strong>Boatsmate</strong>Leo (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=112443.msg4921712#msg4921712)<br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Leon Harlowe (Leo)<br/><strong>Age: </strong>24<br/><strong>Role on the ship:</strong>Boatswains Mate (ship master in charge of the crew and their management).<br/><strong>Background:</strong>Like most pirates, Leon came into the profession out of desperation, seeking to carve his fortune out of sea spray, steel and gunpowder. His childhood, if one could call it a childhood, was spent amongst the hustle and bustle of the London streets. A street urchin by profession (nay, livelihood) abandoned by his prostitute-mother, many would say he was never destined for an honest life. And true enough, the wry young boy was an adept thief with a tongue and mind almost as fast as his hands and feet.<br/><br/>He grew up learning the ways of the rogues and, knowing no other lifestyle, he loved it. The freedom, the rush or living on his wits and the debauchery that surrounded him. He learnt the tips and tricks that helped him survive; learning how to read people's body language, pick a pocket, he was even skilled with a dagger. But as he grew older, he realised a move from the city streets was needed to fuel his increasingly sinful lifestyle. And liquor and wenches came readily to pirates, so joining a ship was a natural choice.<br/><br/>And so it was he joined the fateful crew where he would begin the next chapter of his life. Beginning as a lowly crew member, Leon was initially discontented scrubbing the decks and chewing tack with the rowdy, slow bunch. He sought recognition, exciting jobs and the promise of wealth. It was lucky then, that the captain was captured by naval officers during a sortie in a Spanish port one day.<br/><br/>Sure, the crew had suggested leaving the man to rot in his cramped cell, but Leon sided with a strong band of the old captain's supporters, helping devise a plan to bust him from incarceration. To this day, no one is sure how a pack of playing cards, a woman's dress and several loaded muskets were turned into a plan worthy of swiping a pirate out from under the noses of the Spanish navy, but the details were lost in the haze of whiskey and rum that followed their celebrations. Needless to say, Leon was at the heart of the escapade and won the Captain's trust, who placed the young swashbuckler in positions of larger and larger power.<br/><br/>After half a year of leading raids on the French coast, Leon had learnt the graceful style of florentine-fighting, using two swords as deftly as one. Thrown into the deep end of seamanship when he was entrusted with guiding a commandeered trade ship back to a pirate port, Leon picked up the delicate skills of navigation. And all the while, he gained the respect of the crew, for it was here he truly excelled. Leon's way with words was his real weapon, able to diffuse situations and persuade the weak-willed with ease.<br/><br/>And so now the dashing, young pirate is Boatswain's mate amongst the pirate crew. In charge of managing the crew, just below the first mate, but with greater respect in 'the trenches' as it were. From rallying the men to sail or leading a boarding assault, Leon takes it in his stride. Though the nagging voice of ambition still sounds in his mind every now and then...<br/><br/>Appearance and interesting feats. Bright blue eyes stand out against his thin face, the strands of his loosely-trimmed blonde hair falling lightly on his gaze. He has an almost elfin demeanour, his sharp chin and shallow cheeks making him look a little younger than his 24 years.<br/><br/>His body itself is lean yet toned, his corded muscles a product of a hard life at sea. Leon isn't particularly bulky, nor strong. But what he lacks in pure, brute force, he makes up in speed and agility. A youth spent on the run has made the man a fast fighter and something of a gymnast while moving through the rigging of the ship. This is only to his advantage in a fight, his flashy style of fighting with two swords heavily reliant on his confidence in movement.<br/><br/>Long arms and legs end in strangely supple hands, which still retain the light touch needed of a thief.<br/><br/>In terms of dress, Leon tries to stand out from the 'mundane' of the crew, trying to wear the light shirts, well cut pants and leather boots he never had as a youth. He is also rarely without a tricorne hat of some kind. However, despite his attempts at sophistication, Leon never goes overboard, knowing all to well the rough life a pirate leads.<br/><br/>Anything else you would you like us to know. Despite the outward image of loyalty, Leon is at heart, out for himself. His goals, his needs, his desires. He is a determined man and able to use his wit, skill and cunning to get what he wants. He has a knack for placing himself in positions of power and his quick hands and tongue aid him in situations where the strength and intimidation he lacks, would ultimately fail.<br/><br/><div align="center">-----------------------------</div><br/>Ramster as<strong>Captain</strong>Albert Griffiths (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=112443.msg4931821#msg4931821)<br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Albert Griffiths (Blond Bert to officers and ratings who want twenty lashes!)<br/><br/><strong>Age: </strong>39<br/><br/><strong>Role on the ship:</strong>Captain<br/><br/><strong>Background:</strong>Born in Swansea, Wales, Albert first went to sea at the tender age of 9, when he learned the dangers of underage drinking by being press ganged into the Royal Navy. Hardened by a few years of scampering up the rigging, he served as an able seaman, then as a midshipman, master's mate and sailing master, finally receiving his first command of a sloop in what turned out to be the last week of the Umpteenth Dutch War, just shy of his 27th birthday.<br/><br/>Rather than stay on shore and wait for a new conflict to break out, Bert signed up for a whaling voyage as a sailing master. After two months searching the pack ice, and only harpooning three whales, he and the crew had had quite enough of the cold and the guarantee of meagre pay for their failed hunt. They took command of the vessel, dropped off the train oil they'd boiled in France with a minimum of paperwork, then set sail for the East Indies under a number of false flags, where the ship wouldn't be expected, selling the whaling equipment on the way.<br/><br/>Grizzled by a life at sea, Griffiths has raided the oceans on either side of Africa for  more than ten years now. He currently sails a brigantine called the Courtesan, and prefers to prey on Dutch and English merchantmen. He hates the English almost as much as the Spanish, the Spanish almost as much as the French, and the French almost as much as the Dutch. Nor can he stand the Portuguese. He's willing to tolerate almost any nationality as long as they make themselves useful in his service, though.<br/><br/><strong>Appearance and interesting feats:</strong><br/>As his nickname would suggest, Albert sports a long blond head of hair, and being quite the dandy he shaves every week or so. He stands a lofty 5'11, and still likes to climb the rigging himself for exercise, to get his bearings, and to shout at his sailors on deck during drills. It's rumoured that he has sired two bastard sons in ports 12,000 miles apart. He also has the annoying habit of drawing incomprehensible little symbols to his ship's charts, some indicating reliable treasure ship routes, others marking such mysterious locations as the den of the Kraken to pull his navigator's leg. He can fire and reload a musket or pistol three times in a minute, and carries six loaded pistols on a bandolier. While in the navy, he grew half deaf in his right ear, a result of overenthusiastic gunnery.<br/><br/><div align="center">-----------------------------</div><br/>Dashenka as<strong>Crewmember</strong>Ailsa (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=112443.msg4952375#msg4952375)<br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Ailsa MacCrory<br/><strong>Age:</strong>26<br/><strong>Role on the ship:</strong>Crew, Cook<br/><strong>Background:</strong>Once born a fisherman's daughter on the Scottish coast, Ailsa lost her mother at young age and had to cook and work for her father. When he died at sea, Ailsa singlehandly returned the fishingboat to the harbour, an impressive feature for a 20 year old woman alone. From there on things went bad. No income and no house, she ended up on the streets and eventually boarded a ship of the East India Trading company. Her ship was being taken by pirates and in a strike of mercy the captain decided to spare her after he had tasted some of the food she had prepared on the English ship. Now she works as a cook on the ship but is very capable with a sword and tough as nails when she has to be.<br/><br/><div align="center">-----------------------------</div><br/>EvilBeast as<strong>Crewmember</strong>Ramón (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=112443.msg4953250#msg4953250)<br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Ramón de Torregas<br/><strong>Age:</strong>20<br/><strong>Role on the ship:</strong>Crew, with lofty aspirations of becoming Captain.<br/><br/><strong>Background:</strong>Ramón is the son of a pirate. At least, that is what his mother would tell him. Old Mathias de Torregas and his mother had dwelt in a pirate town, far to the south. He had sent her north to a trading port when she became pregnant, a better life for their child. So she told Ramón. As Ramón grew older, he realized the truth. His mother was nothing but a common whore, and sent off likely to avoid scandal, trouble, or both for his father.<br/><br/><strong>Appearance:</strong>Ramón is a dark complected, broad-shouldered man. Long, black hair tumbles in waves down his back, though he usually keeps it neatly tied with a leather cord. A black mustache and goatee adorn his olive-hued face. His eyes are a dark, stormy brown. He usually wears a red cloth around his head. His ears sport multiple piercings and are adorned with cheap earrings.<br/><br/>Ramón typically wears the attire of a sailor: loose trousers, and an open front, white shirt worn under a leather jerkin. His footwear of choice is black leather boots. A rapier hangs in a scabbard at his side.<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>A freebooter by nature, Ramón is loathe to be held by law either on land or at sea. Ramón, always a great lover of women, prides himself on his looks and manners, though many see this as simple arrogance. His dashing appearance and suave mannerisms have led many hearts astray. Those who have just met him might call him charming, mysterious, exotic. Those that have known him more than a night (indeed, sometimes less) refer to him closer to his nature: an uncouth scallywag and common pirate.<br/><br/>If there is one thing Ramón loves more than women and drink, it is the sea. He vows to one day captain his own vessel, and sail to the ends of the Earth, in uncharted waters.<br/><br/><div align="center">-----------------------------</div><br/>Ophelia Jaxon as<strong>Cook</strong>Glory (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=112443.msg4954337#msg4954337)<br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Glory Fitz<br/><strong>Age:</strong>23<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Bisexual<br/><strong>Personality:</strong>She's kind and patient...mothering almost, tries to be cheerful in any situation<br/><strong>Role:</strong>Cook<br/><strong>Skills:</strong>Cooking, first aid.<br/><strong>Flaws:</strong>Not very good at Fighting<br/><strong>Equipment:</strong>A little serrated dagger, jewel encrusted, keeps hidden(given to her on her wedding night from her husband). One small pistol she has strapped to her thigh, just in case.<br/><br/><strong>Bio:</strong>Glory was from a good standing family, she might have one day made the title of 'Lady', but...it was not to be. Influenza plagued the town she was born in, when she was ten it was her duty to look after the house, her mother had been the first to die, followed by her brother and father. Grace herself fell ill, but was one of the lucky ones.<br/><br/>So, she did what any young girl would do with no family, got a job at a bar cleaning tables. That's where she met her beau. The son of a pirate to become a pirate. They were attracted to each other, he would bring her gifts each time he visited the port she was in. When she was sixteen they got married and he took her with him, not wanting to leave her behind. He was a fabulous thief and quick with a sword or gun so was a great asset to the ship. Glory took up the cooking and cleaning, at age twenty she became pregnant and the baby date was near so she was to stay on land.<br/><br/>There was a storm the ship was capsized, only a few survivors and he wasn't one of them. Being very intuitive, Glory knew that her husband was gone and hoped he was with her family in the heavens. Glory is looking for a job on a ship, maybe there's a chance that her husband did survive. In her heart she doesn't believe it, but even if the sea were to claim her...who was there to care?<br/><br/>Her husband taught her how to use a gun, though she would only resort to that if absolutely necessary.<br/><br/><div align="center">-----------------------------</div><br/>kckolbe as<strong>Surgeon and Gunner</strong>Conor (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=112443.msg4958061#msg4958061)<br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Conor Kelly<br/><strong>Age:</strong>30<br/><strong>Role on the Ship:</strong>Gunner, Makeshift Surgeon<br/><strong>Background:</strong>Though Irish, he grew up in England, or at least ships based out of England, and worked as a seaman on a couple of merchant craft before he encountered his first whaling ship.  Signed on as harpooner on the whaling ship shortly before the mutiny.  Conor has always had a bit of an adventurous streak in him, and it does not appear to have ended.  He started sailing when he passed by a ship that was hiring, and has hired on the first ship he's encountered since.  When Bert led a mutiny against the whaling captain, Conor joined in largely on a whim, having no real attachment to either party.  When Bert needed a gunner Conor was the first to throw in, canons being far more fun than harpoons.  When the ship's surgeon died in a brothel on port, Conor was the one who grabbed his tools and called dibs on the job.  He is oddly good-natured, prone to occasional moments of hostility, but they rarely last more than an instant.<br/><br/><div align="center">-----------------------------</div><br/>Eeyore as<strong>Crewmember</strong>Konrad (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=112443.msg4958603#msg4958603)<br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Konrad Roht<br/><br/><strong>Age:</strong>24 years old<br/><br/><strong>Role on the ship:</strong>Soldier, Marksman<br/><br/><strong>Appearance:</strong>6'4" and full of Muscles Konrad, like all of the elite Hessian Mercenaries, is a large, powerful man who was certainly bred to be a soldier. Blonde hair and blue eyes complete his tall, German complexion. Broad shoulders complete his muscled frame.<br/><br/><strong>History:</strong>Born in the world famous region of Hessel-Kessel, known for its long military lineage and extraordinary soldiers (many of which serve the British Empire as Mercenaries), life for Konrad has always been pre-planned. Just like his father, and his fathers father, and his fathers fathers father, Konrad was always destined for the Military. He excelled in drills and fighting in training, a large part leaning on his large size and raw strength that often overpowered his adversaries. Due to his skills and size, he was destined to join the Hessian Grenadiers - men known for their size, strength, and brutality.<br/><br/>His unit was soon bought by the British to serve aboard warships headed for the Caribbean. But something about living the life down there didn't sit well with Konrad. He didn't like the strict regime of life aboard the British - men who always seemed to look down upon him and the other Hessian Mercenaries. Quite frankly, he found the British to be far too arrogant for his liking. It was too easy to break some measly rule that prevented you from shore leave and that prevented Konrad from carousing with the fine women of the region. The Pirates always seemed to have more fun as he was concerned.<br/><br/>Konrads ship was caught in a skirmish with Pirates and sunk. Konrad himself barely managed to survive, floating in the ocean on some drift wood, when a passing fisherman rescued him amongst the debris. Taking too a port, Konrad saw this as a chance to live the life he had always dreamed off - that of a Pirate. His large size, tendency to beat most other men up, and his crack shot with a musket were all marketable skills and he soon hired onto a Pirate ship.<br/><br/><div align="center">-----------------------------</div><br/>Aiden as<strong>Navigator</strong>El Ojo (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=112443.msg4958766#msg4958766)<br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Ramón "El Ojo"(The Eye) Cervantes<br/><strong>Age:</strong>31<br/><strong>Role on the ship:</strong>Navigator, Occasional Helmsmen<br/><strong>Attire:</strong>Mostly black, comfortable clothing that allows free movement A cutlass hangs at his left hip and dual pistols on the right held up by a brown hip bandolier.<br/>Background: Ramon Cervantes hails from the small Spain port city of Alicante. His father was one of the wealtheir men in the small city, who made his fortune by commanding a small fleet of ships that ran trade from northern Africa and Greece. Ramon never knew his mother but was raised by his various women and tutors his father contracted while he was away at sea.<br/><br/>In his early teen years he began to sail with his father, learn of his adventures and became fascinated with the ocean. The young Scion was well educated and tempered by the sea, working at the bottom and gaining his sea legs in record times. He learned how to maintain and fire cannons, rig the sails but he took a knack for navigation and map making. His artistic skill allowed him to become an "untrained" cartographer, making corrections and even remaking maps after seeing the route only once, earning him the nick name "El Ojo" among his father's workers.<br/><br/>At the age of twenty he asked his father for permission to sail new seas and explore the world before returning to take over the family business in a few years. His father being a reasonable man, allowed his best navigator to go off on his own. In the years that have passed Ramon sailed nearly all of the Indian Ocean, bits of the Pacific (from the Asias) and parts of the Atlantic. (Europe). He keeps his own maps and memoirs and has found himself in the service of both the military and pirates in his adventures.<br/><br/>Less then a year ago he found himself aboard a new ship, The Courtesan after being recruited by the captain who was looking for a new navigator. Ramon signed up, knowing well in advance that The Courtesan was not a merchant or privateer vessel. In the last few years, Ramon has taken a liking to the life of piracy.<br/><br/>Appearance and interesting feats. Wears an eye patch over his left eye and has led all to believe that he is blind in one eye (He isn't).<br/><br/>He spends hours going over his maps or drawing the routes they sail, always looking to improve on the works of others.<br/><br/>Speaks many languages, proving he is not some uneducated fool.<br/><br/>His body is covered with tattoos from all over the world, cataloging his adventures.<br/><br/><div align="center">-----------------------------</div><br/>Shade as<strong>Blacksmith in captivity</strong>Drake (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=112443.msg4958849#msg4958849)<br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Drake Fischer<br/><strong>Age:</strong>26<br/><strong>Role on the ship:</strong>Blacksmith, captive<br/><strong>Background:</strong>Since Drake's father was a blacksmith, there wasn't much question as to what Drake would grow up to be. His father taught him everything that he knew, how to make all kinds of tools and the occasional weapon. At the age of 21, Drake's father passed away, and he had to take over his father's business. Though he did struggle a bit on his own at first, he was soon proven to be just as good, if not better, than his father was.<br/><br/>When making a delivery to a small port town, he had the misfortune of arriving there just before the town was raided by pirates. He attempted to flee on his cart, but he was cut off before he could make it to the country side. He was sure that they would kill him, but they had noticed what he had in his cart. They asked if he was the smith who had made the knives, pans, and tools, or if he was just delivering them. Not wanting to die, Drake said that he had made them, and showed them the burn marks on his arms as proof.  Since a blacksmith always comes in handy, they took him captive, forcing him to make blades for them, and other metal tools they might need.<br/><br/><strong>Appearance and interesting feats:</strong>Short, dark hair. Blue eyes, about 5 foot 10. A few burn scars on his arms from his work.<br/><br/>Anything else you would you like us to know: Working with metal and blades all his life, he does have some skill with a knife or a sword if he needed to protect himself.<br/><br/><div align="center">-----------------------------</div><br/>Amelia as<strong>Captive</strong>Blackbird (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=112443.msg4955042#msg4955042)<br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Annmarie Jackson, Blackbird<br/><strong>Age:</strong>27<br/><strong>Role on the ship:</strong>Captive<br/><strong>Background:</strong>Annmarie was born on a ship, raised on a ship and has every intent of staying on a ship for the rest of her days. She's the only daughter... well, only claimed daughter... of a wealthy and feared pirate captain named Silvereye Jackson and has earned her position on board her father's ship by nothing less than hard work, sacrifice and determination not to be broken.<br/><br/>She was by no means allowed to wander around the ship as a child and her virtue was certainly not to be taken for granted when she grew a pair of breasts. She fought off a few, was unable to fight off another few and then killed the rest. Well, except the ones she enjoyed  Her boots were soon colored by the pools of blood she spilled on her way to earning the crew's respect, and at the young age of fifteen, she was no longer fair pray. Oh you might wonder if her father really let all this happen to her without intervening, but if you think that cold bastard had any intention of wrapping her in cotton and sunshine you're gravely mistaken. I didn't get to where I am by being pretty, he'd spit at her the few times she complained over the treatment she had to endure and that became her motto.<br/><br/>Oh, she knows she can use her looks to get things she'd otherwise never see the shadow of, but she has no delusions about what really gets you where you want to go.<br/><br/>Why she's there:<br/>Silvereye Jackson and the Captain of the ship played cards, dice or whatever and in a foolish rush of confidence, her father raised the stakes to offering his daughter to the other man should he lose. Which he naturally did. Since he didn't exactly have any intention of actually letting the bastard get away with his daughter, he offered gold instead. The captain knew however, that Silvereye had a very enticing stash of treasures in a secret location. This was what the rumors said, in any case, and who was to deny it? He figured having Jackson's daughter would be a nice little card on hand. Expecting some fiery little thing, also figured she'd be fun for the crew to play with.<br/><br/>or:<br/>The ships met, there was sparring, lives were lost and a hostage was taken  to ensure the ship wouldn't be sunk. (They might know of her as Silvereye's daughter and figure the guy wouldn't kill her.) They also knew she could prove useful in finding her father's stash of treasures, and who wouldn't want to beat one of the known pirates at his own game? Maybe the two captains have a history, maybe they have a connection through something. Ideas perfectly acceptable, just suggest it<br/><br/>Appearance and interesting feats. She's 170cm and curvy, but strong and lithe which shows in her movement. She's without question a sensual looking woman due to her mother's blood (a harem girl, one of Silvereye's conquests), but the full lips, dark lashes and subtly tanned skin don't really match up to her dark, almost black eyes. The reason for her nickname. She does have a number of tattoos all over her body, most of them on hands and arms but she has a small inc of a snake shaped as a sickle on her cheekbone to remind others that death doesn't play fair, nor does she. Scars, plenty of'em. None look particularly special, just your random signs of a rough life on board a pirate ship...<br/><br/><div align="center">-----------------------------</div><br/>olive as<strong>Captive</strong>Liset (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=112443.msg4957538#msg4957538)<br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Liset Géroux<br/><strong>Age:</strong>23 years old<br/><strong>Role on the ship:</strong>Unwitting Captive<br/><strong>History:</strong>She was born outside of Paris to a wealthy family. Her family has moved to Pondichéry, a French trading post/colony in southeast India  recently, to be close to her father's business interests there. She is supposed to have an arranged marriage to Alain Voclain but she detests him. She decides one night to run away, taking a little gold with her to secure passage on a ship to take her from Pondichéry to the Cape. Unfortunately, her father is well known in the shipping industry so no legitimate captain will take her, even for the gold she carries.<br/><br/>Finally, she meets and convinces Captain Griffiths to allow her passage on his ship for a fee of either gold or working off her passage. Of course the nature of traded services is glossed over, initially. She'll assume it involves benign chores such as cooking and cleaning (of which she has no experience) taken in trade when the fee turns out to be a bit too steep in gold. Nevertheless, she is willing to do whatever she must to have passage to the Cape. She'd like to disembark  there and make her way to Europe.<br/><br/>Appearance: She is very pale, tall, about 5'8” long dark red hair, blue eyes, medium pale breasts with small pink nipples, lush red lips, straight nose, nice bottom and long legs. She has her mother's eyes, the other features are from her father: the straight classical nose, her porcelain skin, and most obviously, her deep red tresses. Somewhat of anomaly in France, her gorgeous red hair most likely was passed down from Scottish ancestors in her family lineage. For a short period of time, many centuries earlier, her distant relatives had some land holdings in Scotland.<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>She's a bit independent, she's been well educated for a girl in her society. She feels that people should marry for love, not for connections. She is a bit spoiled and is not used to being told no. But the marriage was arranged, regardless, and her family drew the line on her independence, at that point.<br/><br/><div align="center">-----------------------------</div>Haibane as