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Captain Rose Blackbeard Not complete « Result #1 on Jul 10, 2008, 6:50am »
Name: Captain Rose Blackbeard Pirate, Soldier, Townsperson: Town: Age: Family Origin: Appearance: History: Personality: RP Example: Password: Where did you hear about us?:
James Norrington Petition « Result #2 on Jan 31, 2008, 11:07am »
Dear fellow Norrie fans,
Have you seen Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End? Do you feel discontented with James Norrington's death? Do you feel that he deserved a lot better? Here is your chance to tell the writers, Ted Elliott and Terry Rossio, that you want your beloved character back. We do not know whether POTC 4 is going to happen or not, but if it is, Norrington should play a part in it. So sign the Bring Back James Norrington Petition now! It's an official petition hosted on PetitionOnline and it will be presented to the writers at the end of Feb 2008. (However, please still sign even if you missed the time as a petition can be presented several times.)
Remeber that the more signatures we get, the more power the petition will have. It'd be much appreciated if you could help to spread the word around! I'm only one person-- the petition will only be successful with the united effort of everyone. Post it on your blogs and tell your friends about it! Here is the link to the petition (it's very easy to sign and you do not need to disclose much personal information; you may also write down some comments for the writers to see):
Alenya Mark « Result #3 on Apr 17, 2007, 12:42pm »
Name: Alenya Mark Pirate Age: 18 Family Origin: Tortuga
Appearence:
Alenya is small for her age. She has straight golden brown that hangs to the middle of her back. She stands at 5foot and 1 inch, although she is small she has the feirce black eyes that would make any man fall over. She never wore a dress, only a shirt and pants. With her hair down and a sword by her side you wouldn't want to cross blades with this one.
History
Alenya was born in August to Eligha and Sue Mark. They never thought that being a pirate family, inface they hated pirated, feared them should be the word. When Alenya was 10 her mother and father were killed by a group of pirates and that day she made a vow that she woud find the men who were the reason for there deaths. Instead she became a pirate herself. She always was the laughing stalk in town.
When Alenya was fifteen she never looked at herself the same way. She looked in the glass and saw a girl trying to be someone she not. But when she is fighting she is still a girl being someone who she is. She lives her life with her sword by her side.
Personality:
Alenya is a caring loving person who at times can be as troublesome as a boy. She is used to doing things she is not wanting to do. Men learned the hard way about not taunting her about being a pirate. Some say she can be as feirce and as calm as the ocean. Alenya has friends who are not pirates, but she never sees them. She sometimes regrets being a pirate, she cant turn from it or she will be locked in the gallows.
R/P Example:
Alenya walked fron the ship to the Tavern. The air was cold and it was raining. Men were taunting her because she was a pirate. when she reached the tavern she opened the door and let it hit the wall which made everyone jump. A couple men were laughing, she walked over to them, grabbed the rum from the table and poored it all over. She walked over to the bar and said with a harsh tone, "Rum now" the women she spoke to ran off and was back within the second. Alenya grabbed the rum and was about to drink when the men from before stood up and walked over to her, placed there hands on her sholders and shoved her off the stool. She landed with a thud and was back up again. "You just don't stop do you" One man said then lunged after her with the other man close behind.
With one hard hit the first man went flying across the room and she pulled out her two swords. She placed one on the chest of the first man and the other on the shoulder close to the neck. She sopke calmly, "Let me be, you have never heard of a woman being a pirate?" The men didnt answer. She put her swords into their rightful places on her belt and left the tavern.
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Re: PoTC Quotes « Result #4 on Jan 24, 2007, 11:43pm »
[[[I comepletely agree with the skank thing. I remember when I went to go see Dead Man's Chest for the first time. I wanted to jump through the screen and strangle Elizabeth when she did that.]]]
Murtogg: What we doin' 'ere? Mullroy: The pirates come out, unprepared and unawares. We catch 'em in a crossfire... send 'em down to see Old Hob. Murtogg: I know *why* we're here. I mean, why aren't we doin' what - what Mr. Sparrow said? With the cannons and all? Norrington: Because it was Mr. Sparrow who said it. Murtogg: [short pause; he turns to Mullroy] You don't think 'e was tellin' the truth?
Will Turner: Where's Elizabeth? Jack Sparrow: She's safe, just like I promised. She's all set to marry Norrington, just like she promised. And you get to die for her, just like you promised. So we're all men of our word really... except for, of course, Elizabeth, who is in fact, a woman.
« Last Edit: Jan 24, 2007, 11:46pm by Ella Dalle »
Name:Ella Dalle Pirate, Soldier, Townsperson: town person
Town:Tortuga
Age:20
Family Origin:Ireland/Romania
Appearance: Ella is a rather small woman. She has curly brown hair that falls against her back, and she has light, creamy skin. She is around the height of 5'5 and owns a pair of dark brown eyes that threaten anyone in her way. She was never considered beautiful by her peers, but mostly plain.
You would normally find her in a plain dress, but nothing fancy. Her hair is usually worn down, and she does not wear much jewelry. She does, however, wear a diamond ring that she received from her grandmother in Romania on her right hand.
History: Ella was born on October 23rd. Her mother was an Irish woman that immigrated to Romania at a young age. Her father just so happened to live in Transylvania, the location where her mother had moved. Ella grew up in Transylvania until she turned the age of fifteen once her father died of a terrible fever.
Ella's mother was a prostitute in Tortuga. It was the only way to support the two of them. Once Ella turned seventeen, her mother died leaving her to live alone in Tortuga. Ella had no money to leave the town, and she only dreamed of moving to a well respected town of some sort.
When in desperate need of money to pay the rent for her shabby little room that she rented from a local inn, Ella would sometimes prostitute since there was not much more a woman could do in Tortuga. She had considered piracy, but she had always wanted to live a classier life. Not one on a dirty ship.
Personality:Ella is a calm person. She has a quick temper, but most people do not bother her with words and insults. She is rather used to being grabbed at by dirty drunks, so that does not bother her much either. Living in Tortuga taught a person to look out for themselves and hold back a nasty temper than can cause trouble.
Ella is also very sweet and caring. She cannot help but care for others and tries to help all she can when someone is in need. She never bothered keeping pets, they are expensive in her opinion. And considering she could barely afford to support herself, she doubted keeping a dog of some sort would not work out.
Ella is a great friend. Although she has not had many in the past, the few that she had looked at her as a trustworthy person. Ella has never been the type of person to back stab or betray. Part of caring too much for others seemed to lead to that. She tries not to leave anyone out of anything, afraid that the person that is left out will be hurt. Not physically but mentally.
RP Example: Ella walked the filthy streets of Tortuga early one morning. The drunks were passed out, or they were too hung over from the night before to care that she was walking past them as they staggered along. This would be normal to someone if they were here long enough. Five years and never leaving sure did make her a regular Tortugan.
She sat near the docks and watched as pirate ships began to leave the town. For some reason, she hoped that if she sat there and waited, she would find a way to leave this place and start over. She had, after all, saved a small amount of money to get started on. If only she could leave.
Maybe the stories she read at night before she went to sleep were not just fiction. The way the beautiful young maiden falls in love with the mangy pirate, and they lived happily ever after. Right. When pigs can fly and rocks could sing I will hope on it.She thought with a smirk as the sun began to rise.
The noise of Tortuga was starting again. This was an every day thing. The dirty, grimy place was horrible. If only a decent ship could come by. Like that would ever happen. Anyone decent would know not to come to a place like this. If they did, they would be robbed and beaten by some bloody scallywag.
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Mind if I drop in? « Result #6 on Sept 8, 2006, 6:53am »
A young woman pelted down the street, trying to avoid her new captor. Running… Must… Escape… those thoughts pounded through her mind in time with her heartbeat. Her black hair flew out behind her like a cape, entangling itself further. Bare feet thudded on the ground, bruising them, but she must get away. She had recently escaped from her new ‘master’. No one will ever own me she thought smugly. He was NOT going to teach her to be a good slave. The woman ducked into the stinking bar, it was the last place he would look for her. Standing in the doorway, she desperately scanned the horrid place for somewhere to hide. There! She bolted, barley avoiding a collision with drunks, tables, and chairs. She reached the bar, grabbing the front of it, she threw herself up and over the low bar. Just at the right time she pulled herself in, still air born, to that she wouldn’t slam on the floor. Taking ragged breaths to steady herself, she clutched a small gold locket on her chest, as if to make sure it wouldn’t escape from around her neck.
Anika Edwards « Result #8 on Sept 5, 2006, 11:27am »
Name: Anika Edwards
Pirate, Soldier, Townsperson: Townsperson
Town: Tortuga
Age: 20
Family Origin: One of the descendants of the English.
Appearance: Anika has black, hair that is a cross between wavy and curly. Her black locks fall four inches above her waist. Her dark olive skin is heavenly smooth, and pretty much unmarred by scars and lacerations. Anika has a naturally slim waist, with a defined chest and hips. No need for a corset with this girl. Not exactly the perfect hourglass shape though, more like and hourglass extreme. With an unusually large chest, and an unusually slim waist. She looks wild and untamed, her appearance is a good definition of her attitude. Long lashes frame deep eyes that are a dark chocolate brown, and seem endless. Usually a look of sarcastic humor gleams in her eyes. Delicate fingers, and smallish feet round off the woodland goddess look.
History: Her dad, a wealthy man with a rice plantation by the name of Jonathan, had a daughter with one of his Hispanic slaves, and that's were Anika came from. Even though she wasn’t born of the missus of the plantation, she grew up in the home, ignorant of her undesired heritage. As a child Anika was very curios, and always wanted to be outside. Her foster mother, Laura, (her dad’s wife) died, leaving her half-brother bitter, and sullen. Anika felt heavy-hearted for the woman’s death, but moved on, she had never became attached to Laura. Her foster mother had never showed any anger to her, but Anika could always sense that Laura didn’t really love her. Ever since Laura’s death, her father had become distant from her. He wouldn’t take walks with her, which they had previously enjoyed. This went on for years until her twentieth birthday, when her dad asked if she would like to be his guest at a dinner in the town. Anika accepted eagerly, and dressed for the occasion. Her father tricked her however, and shipped her off as a slave. Her father’s betrayal left her indignant, and bitter to men.
Personality: Sarcastically humorous is her normal attitude. She is sharp witted, and sharp tongued. She makes it hard for any man to fall in love with her, THAT would be an accomplishment. Somewhat friendly to strangers, and can charm if she needs to. She is the opposite of depressed, usually happy, but can have mood swings. Little things can set her off, but she usually punishes you with a tong lashing. It would take something drastic to make her truly angry, but she is very good at acting enraged.
Loves to tease, but it is usually playful teasing, not meaning harm. She is loyal to friends, and quite protective. Would do anything to keep them from harm. Keeping her a friend is the easy part, making friends is more difficult however. Playful, or moody, she will still make a good friend. Prefers to have male friends over female friends, likes the challenge of keeping up with the boys.
RP Example: The ship that carried her rocked, and swayed. She was a mess, her fine dress was soiled, and ripped, and soaked with salt water. Blood spattered it also. Not her own, of course, but the man who tried, and some how succeeded. Anika thought back on the past hours, her mind reeling. Flashes of her dad, many people dragging her into a dark damp place. She could see herself, fighting like an animal to get free. Yowling, snarling, scratching, biting, clawing, screaming, and pounding her fists into anything she could reach. Yet, she was down here, in the cargo hold of a ship, chained to a wall. She was cold, her wet dress sticking to her. She pulled her tan legs to her chest, wrapping her arms around them, and letting her forehead rest on her knees. Her mouth was gagged because her persistent, and chilling screams of rage were begging to scare the sailors. Sucking in a deep sigh through her nose, she raised her head; dark locks of wavy black hair fell away from her face. With a jolt, the ship stopped, and she was thrown off balance, landing in a heap against some wooden boxes. Footsteps approached, and a young sailor peeked his head through the door. He glanced at her warily, and cautiously stepped toward her, keys in hand. Finally, he reached her, unlocking the chain bound around her wrist, and grabbing her arm. The boy led her out of the ship, across the gangplank, and onto the land. She stared with pure malice in her eyes as people walked by the slave trade center, she was about to be auctioned off.
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Re: In a Bad Mood « Result #10 on Sept 2, 2006, 4:11pm »
Tyrus woke up on the floor feeling rather strange. His head was pounding and his eyes were smarting. He looked around and saw the bottle of rum lying next to him. All of his memories were coming back to him. He picked it up, shook it, heard the drink splashing around inside, and quickly downed the beverage. He now concentrated on looking for the wench who had been annoying him.
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