forum The Curse of the Sea 2 (Closed)

Started September 14, 2020 by @Moxie group

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(okay I found a couple, ranked them from most recent to least…sorry if it's not my best I just recently came back to the website. Feel free to look at any!)
https://www.notebook.ai/forum/roleplaying/arcana-new-orleans-victorian-theme-role-play-closed
https://www.notebook.ai/forum/roleplaying/shipping-roleplay-closed
https://www.notebook.ai/forum/roleplaying/witch-trials-closed
https://www.notebook.ai/forum/roleplaying/salem-witch-trials-open
https://www.notebook.ai/forum/roleplaying/the-andromeda-pirate-rp-closed

(can i join?)

(If it doesn't work out with @"nessieft.procrastination" , then yeah, most likely, otherwise this is probably closed. Sorry that the title is confusing!)

(okay I found a couple, ranked them from most recent to least…sorry if it's not my best I just recently came back to the website. Feel free to look at any!)

(Yes, you are in, and this is now closed. I love your writing!)

(okay I found a couple, ranked them from most recent to least…sorry if it's not my best I just recently came back to the website. Feel free to look at any!)

(Yes, you are in, and this is now closed. I love your writing!)

(Thank you! You're too nice AND I'm so excited for this)

Name: Erin McAvoy
Age: 23
Pronouns: She/Her
Sexuality: Bi
Personality: A very down-to-earth pirate, Erin likes to do things solo. However, when it comes to friends, she will always do her best to protect them, nothing more. She doesn't like any tomfoolery, and is all business, especially in a fight. When she isn't scouring the seas, Erin can be a bit lax and cheery, drinking a pint or two of ale at the local tavern. ISFJ-A
Appearance: Erin has long, wavy dark red hair that extends to her waist. Her body is slim, but fairly muscled. Erin wears a soft velvet undershirt and a tight black zip-up shirt. On her waist is her belt with her rapier, her gun holster, and an old, worn journal that bears the initials D.M. on the cover. She wears black leggings and knee-high black boots with a dagger in each.
Talents: Erin has a knack for knowing when people are lying to her, and she takes pride in being a stellar markswoman.
Motivations: Erin, since a child, has always loved the sea and wished to explore it. Since then, Erin has also gained a love of conflict and the dangers of the sea and the people she met along her journeys. She also feels the need to find her mother and figure out what group of pirates killed her older brother, who she didn't know even existed.
Background: Raised without a mother (may the sea gods treat her well), Erin was her father's daughter, loving the sea as much as the fisherman did. Erin often snuck out at night to see the stars reflect across the calm waters of the ocean, the waves tickling her feet as they came into shore. Erin did this for years unnoticed.
One warm summer's night, 18-year-old Erin watched the sea clash into the shore, enjoying the serenity, when she saw a raft holding someone slumped over, drifting towards the shore. This person was dead, and he held a note in his hand and a journal in his pack. By reading the note, Erin found out that this person was Diego McAvoy, and that he was her older brother. In the journal, he spoke of having his father being out of the picture. One day he confronted his mother about it, and decided to head out to seas. The last journal entry tells about being ambushed by a group of pirates in sloppy handwriting. His last words were as follows: Whoever finds this, find my sister.
Erin didn't tell her father of the things she found, sneaking back to her room that night. That night, Erin had made a decision. She would go out and find her mother. More importantly, she would find the people who killed her brother she never knew she had.It would take a few years to train, but it would be worth it.
Other: N/A

(I hope he's fine!)

Name: Daus Ardoine
Age: Twenty years.
Pronouns: He/him
Sexuality: Pansexual (open to everything and anything)
Role: Ship Doctor/Healer
Personality: Daus is a dreamer, quiet by nature due to his large family. He is very soft spoken, not wanting to make a scene, but has no issue standing up for what he believes in. He's softly charming, introverted by nature and a natural peacekeeper. He always seems quite lost in his thoughts, most people rendering him as an airhead or simply confused. He is very superstitious and believes strongly in karma, though trusts easily making him a little naive in certain moments. He's gentle with the ones he cares about and can fall in love quite easily.
Appearance (including clothing): Daus' skin is a light, coffee tone, tying him towards more African, Middle Eastern roots. His collarbone, neck, and arms have traces of darker splotches of skin here and there, as if they were birthmarks. His features are soft and cradle one another, with a softer jawline, rounder face, and a slim, strong nose. His top lip is much thinner than his bottom, giving him almost a permanent pout if it is not already pulled into a soft smile. He has a faint, but still noticeable gap to his front teeth, rendering him a tad bit insecure. Daus' build is slim and lean, his chest lacking much definition, with smaller, rounded shoulders and lanky legs that he trips over occasionally. His warm, tawny eyes are upturned and wide, almost giving him a permanent doe eyed look, framed by dark lashes. Usually, his hair is tucked into neat braids that he enjoys to sport with small charms and plates, but at the moment fall in a messy, dark brown curly halo around his head, dipping into his eyes.
Clothing: Daus enjoys to stay comfortable, usually wearing some sort of beige linen shirt and pants, goes for more of a monochromatic look. Most of his clothes don't fit him very well, hanging off of his body in certain spots. He enjoys wearing jewlerey, opting for silver bangles around his wrist and a couple leather bound crystal necklaces varrying in length around his neck. Sports sturdy shoes or boots for walking around on the deck.
Talents: Very good at what he does, healing others, providing care. Knowledgable in herbs, medicines and has a good knack for crystals and odd superstitions. Unfortunately not very athletically inclined because of his lanky build and movements, more of a homebody. Knows a lot about trade and caravans from where he was raised.
Motivations: He's always wanted to get out of his home and tight knit family, venturing out of the Middle Eastern area that he had been raised in. Wants to develop his skills more and save lives.
Background (optional): Daus hasn't experienced much trauma, though he has many, many siblings. His family had never been extremely poor growing up, and any disease that was brought by merchants usually made it's way to the youngest of the family. In this way, he has lost many brothers and sisters. This led him to be interested in medicine, and venture further into the world to spread what he knows. The first caravan out to the sea he hitched, prepared to go see the world.

(Here's where we're at with the rp rn. Here's the starter)

Adela walked from the docks deep into the bustling center of Port Royal. The sun set against the horizon behind her, casting everything in golden light. Her boots clicked on the cobblestones and the wind whipped her coat around her ankles. Above her, women in corsets and lowcut dresses leaned out of window sills, making eyes at the men below them, who had just started to walk into the many taverns and drinking halls that filled the streets.

Her keen brown eyes cut around, searching for danger, possible crew members, possible enemies, and good places to find a drink. She had been here once before when she younger with an old crewmate of hers. "Keep your head high Adela," she had said. "Watch out for the drunk men and the slavers." Adela walked into the low doorway of a tavern that was already filling up fast. She ordered an ale at the bar, being sure to rest her arm on the handle of her sword, so the bartender wouldn't get any funny ideas. She slipped him a few extra coins to point anyone looking to join a new crew in her direction.

She took her drink to the back of the tavern, picking a table in a corner. She propped her feet up on the table and took a sip, prepared to sit, drink, and watch.

(One of Ice's characters is already in the crew. When Adela's availble, just find a way to make your character known to her. If you have an idea for how she could notice your character, pm me. Adela just finished talking to Lio, and he left, so she's free atm (she was in the middle of a fight, but I'm gonna end that real quick))

The bartender finally noticed the commotion and ran over. "Hey! Break it up!" Adela backed up, with her hands in the air. "You!" The bartender grabbed the man's shoulder and back, pulled him off of the table and shoved him out the doors. "Get out!"
"Hey, I payed for a room here!" The man protested, trying to stand up and maintain a little bit of his dignity.
"I said: Get. Out."
Adela took her seat and took a sip of her ale, looking around as if to challenge anyone else who dared to mess with her.

Peregrine raised an eyebrow as a man was shoved out of a tavern, presumably by a bartender. The girl had so far been unsuccessful in her day-long quest to find a captain, and figured the bar was a good place to search next. Two years was long enough without a crew, anyway. And she was getting bored of being on her own. So into the tavern she went.
As she opened the doors, the first person to catch her eye was the threatening-looking woman sitting in the back. Peregrine approached the bartender, who had returned to his spot behind the bar. The swordswoman gestured at the woman, one eyebrow raised. "Is she a pirate?" The bartender nodded, and the corner of Peregrine mouth twitched. "Perfect. I'll have an ale, too."
The girl paid for her drink and carried it to the table where the woman sat, shooting a piercing glare back at the bartender as she walked away. Peregrine sat down across from Adela, one hand around her drink and the other on her sword's hilt.
"You're a pirate? Just so happens that I'm looking for a captain."

Taverns had never quite been Daus' scene, much less the fight that had broken out just moment's ago. The owner of the bar had sent him scrambling to pick up the discarded shards of glass from bottles and drinks, his lanky frame hunched over the scrappy oak of the room. He was careful not to cut his fingers, though his linen covered knees pressed uncannily close to a few pieces. Rushing to grab the shards in order to escape the scent of alcohol unfortunately resulted in a few small cuts across his palms.

These were the moments Daus wished that he could somehow return to his home as he wiped his hands against the tavern provided apron of his uniform. Even a small whiff of the hot air, or his mother's spiced scent would be enough. He didn't know how he had gotten here, picking up and serving drinks for fishermen…or even pirates that cursed him out. Having darker skin did not help his plight either.

Focus, your shift is done in a few hours, he reminded himself sternly, brushing a hand through his newly, unbraided curls. A few burly men waved angrily at Daus, yearning to catch his attention for a few ales. He nodded rapidly, disappearing behind the bar before grabbing the tall glasses filled with a strong stench. The table was difficult to reach, dodging between insults thrown between business partners, quiet conversations and the ocassional overturned glass. Daus almost missed the strange woman dressed in pristine…captain clothes? What was a woman like her doing in this tavern?

Ari sat quietly, eyes flickering over the woman who had recently hired him. Hopefully this wouldn't turn out badly. His last crew had been…less than accepting of a sodomite in their midst, and he didn't want a repeat of that. He scratched at his jaw absently, taking a sip of the ale in his hands.

Althea slipped inside the tavern, James in a sling across her front. The little boy was getting a bit big for it, but she didn't have any other way to carry him easily. She sat down at the counter, paying for an ale and taking a sip from it. She wanted to get out of this city, but was not quite sure how. Perhaps on a ship of some kind? But ships working with the law, or at least legally, wouldn't take a woman as crew. Especially not an unmarried woman with a son.

Peregrine raised an eyebrow as a man was shoved out of a tavern, presumably by a bartender. The girl had so far been unsuccessful in her day-long quest to find a captain, and figured the bar was a good place to search next. Two years was long enough without a crew, anyway. And she was getting bored of being on her own. So into the tavern she went.
As she opened the doors, the first person to catch her eye was the threatening-looking woman sitting in the back. Peregrine approached the bartender, who had returned to his spot behind the bar. The swordswoman gestured at the woman, one eyebrow raised. "Is she a pirate?" The bartender nodded, and the corner of Peregrine mouth twitched. "Perfect. I'll have an ale, too."
The girl paid for her drink and carried it to the table where the woman sat, shooting a piercing glare back at the bartender as she walked away. Peregrine sat down across from Adela, one hand around her drink and the other on her sword's hilt.
"You're a pirate? Just so happens that I'm looking for a captain."

Adela watched as the young girl walked over to her table with the cofidence of someone twice her age. She raised one eyebrow as the girl proceeded to sit down at her table and start talking to her. She watched the way she sat down, the way she held on to her weapon. The girl seemed to have some experience, but Adela wasn't easily convinced. "You? You're looking for a captain? How old are you kid?"

"Seventeen," Peregrine replied. "Although, I'm far from a kid." The girl sipped from her mug, and slammed it back down on the table. "I grew up the same way I'll die, a pirate. And I intend to do so on your crew, if you allow it." The girl's fingers drummed on the hilt of her sword as her eyes flicked back and forth from her drink to the woman's face. She seemed like a good captain for Peregrine, judging by the way she carried herself.