forum the Glittering Sea (closed group rp, 6/6)

Started January 11, 2023 by Deleted user

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Through storm and sun, Corusci Maris sails. For decades the ship has moved through whatever obstacle may appear- notorious for its unruly and ruthless nature, the title of 'Captain' a high honor to those on land or at sea, the burden that was reputation placed on the shoulders of such a person.
Being on the ship’s crew, though, is an equal burden to bear- though, less of a burden and more of an ever-persistent anxiety, at least for those who are unused to the waters paired with Corusci Maris.

A few months prior, Captain Ambers perished during a violent storm at sea. He was a good man, at least to his crew, though strong and valiant. His role naturally fell into the hands of his close friend and ally, Thalia Whitlock, who is now the current captain. She does not live up to Damien Ambers’s reputation but steers away from it.

Suddenly, now, the ocean seems more dangerous, those that surround each crewmember are untrustworthy, and the ship's survivors are fewer. With Thalia Whitlock as Corusci Maris's captain, each and every day is a gamble, from the crack of dawn to nightfall.

Hey!
Kept the intro short so I could fit in all the stuff about the RP, so I can elaborate if needed.

This is a medium/large-group pirate RP. Other than myself, 6 other people at maximum and 3 others at a minimum.

RULES:

• andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer)’s rules
• Please be active. Each 1-2 days should be good, 3-4 at the very most.
• All “intimate” scenes are fade-to-black.

• No one/two-sentence replies. Please provide responses of at least three paragraphs.

• Please commit!!

ON CHARACTERS-

There are a few rules your characters must follow :]

• How long they have been on the ship
• Their height
• Their weapons, if any (swords, guns, knives, daggers are what I’m thinking)
• What they do on the ship
• Don’t make them immortal or anything haha
• The age range is pretty much anything. For reference, though, Captain Whitlock is 38.
• You may use a drawing of your character that you have made in the visual description, but please do not pick character designs straight from Pinterest, just as a personal preference. You can use photos for specific parts, for example, a shirt or something.
• Any race (human, elven, orc, half-elf, etc) is fair game! But if you’re unsure don’t hesitate to ask.
• Keep characters different from one another
• Physical fighting is allowed, just don't kill anyone yknow

I’ll be looking for a specific kind of writing style and I may turn you down. If we have not RP’d before or it has been a while, I will ask for a sample.

I’ll get a template up once someone shows interest

Side note, if it has been 4 days without the person whose turn it is responding (unless they have specified that they are busy/cannot respond).
However, if there is a large decision that needs to be made by their character and there is still no word from them, I'll extend the wait by a few more days depending on circumstance. And if by then there is still nothing from them and this is a crucial moment, we can backtrack and/or steer away.

I’m interested in joining this, if you’ll have me. 😁

(Absolutely, My writing style does reflect/change depending on the character I'm playing)
Nolan tilted his head, occasionally adjusting his blood-red mask as he stared across the sea of people. It was his father's decision he be here, of course. He would never come to such a function. Especially with the amount of pain he was dealing with recently. He sighed, settling back in the armchair and tapping his long, dark fingers across the ancient wood. His betrothed was here, the little prick. He had tried to be nice, but she simply was too stuck up for him. Not like he was interested in her anyways, or any women, for that matter. He looked around for his… servant. A title he didn't love giving to his boyfriend. Even though their love was secretive, they always danced at these events, and it always calmed the young duke. He sighed, sadly watching the crowd and wistfully hoping the night could pass faster.
The boy looked up to the white-haired noble, rolling his eyes slightly. "I suppose so." He muttered, resting his head softly in his hand)

(This one is from a book I’m writing, so the context may be a bit confusing. 😂)

Memories. If there’s anything that’s underestimated in life, it would be the power of memories. Your first day of school, your 16th birthday, heck. Even when that annoying baby brother of yours first entered the world. It’s a common saying that memories are priceless, but no one thinks of them as such until those very memories fade away. Some sooner than others.
That’s exactly what happened to a young woman named Kendra who had been hidden away in a cell for most of her life with nothing more than a pen, a raven, and a journal. These items were her only glimpse into the outside world. You see, Kendra didn’t know why she was a prisoner in that chamber. She didn’t even know her own name or mother. The one thing she did know, however, was that once a day every day, a guard would come into the prison with the name of one person in mind. He would walk past each of the cells— a slow, rhythmic walk that Kendra knew by heart— until he finally stopped in front of one of them. Kendra knew exactly what would happen after that. The prisoner inside the cell would start to panic. His eyes would go wide as he scrambled up against the back wall, crying out and begging for mercy. He would fight against the guard, clawing, biting, and doing whatever he could do to get free. Nothing worked. The guard would drag him flailing and all down the hall and take him out the door at the very end never to be seen again. Kendra wrote about these incidents in her journal, but she didn't know where these prisoners had been taken.
During her first day or two in the cell, Kendra tried to ask around and see if anyone knew what lay outside that door. Each and every one of the prisoners would give a simple but dreadful answer: the last destination. Death. At first, Kendra tried to keep her hope up. None of the prisoners had actually been outside the door. They were only guessing what was behind it. But as she
watched more and more people be dragged by the arms across the hall and out into the unknown, she began to lose hope. That was when her memory started to fade even more.

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Job:
Alignment (not necessary)
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Appearance (please include height, build and strength, clothing, etc.):
Personality:
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Extra:

(depending on characters and how im feeling after i see you two's characters, ill decide how many others ill be waiting for, which will be one more at least)

Name: Reia Barlowe
Age: 36
Gender: Female, She/her
Sexuality: Straight
Aliases: Most refer to her simply by her name, but she has an old friend who would refer to her as “Chickadee” because of her small size.
Job: Navigator; she is incredibly skilled in making maps as well as astronomy
Species/Race: A siren turned human/African American
Appearance: Reia is a very small woman, standing at about 5’1” and weighing 115 lbs. She has dark brown skin with large patches of white because of her skin condition (vitiligo) along with curly black hair and brown eyes that have a slight tilt upwards. Reia wears a lot of dresses and skirts, and she tries to keep her appearance up despite being on a pirate ship.
Personality: Despite her inherent siren nature, Reia comes off as a very quiet as first; she is a very knowledgeable woman, and she is good when it comes to resolving conflicts. However, when crossed, she can become very snappy and sarcastic, and she isn’t afraid to speak her mind. Like her siren nature entails, Reia can also be very flirtatious, yet she is also incredibly cunning.
Likes/ Dislikes: Reia loves many things, such as the sea, her hobby of mapmaking, and drawing. However, more than anything, she loves astronomy as well as the moon. As for dislikes, Reia has a natural distrust towards humans, and it can take a while for her to warm up to others.
Strengths/Weaknesses: As I stated in her personality, Reia is cunning, and her knowledge and quick thinking come in handy in many different situations. However, Reia’s nature can also lead her to speaking impulsively, and she is often brutally honest towards others seeking her advice.
Brief Backstory: I don’t want to go into this too much, but Reia is basically a banished siren who managed to find a way to make herself human. She then joined the pirate crew, but she has never revealed to anyone that she’s not actually human.

Name: Thalia Whitlock
Age: 38
Gender, pronouns: Female
Aliases: Lady Whitlock, Lia (close friends), Captain Whitlock, Captain
Sexuality: Unclear, leans towards women
Job: Captain
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Species/race: Human with some, though not many, Elven traits

Appearance: (Currently working on a drawing of her, I'll post it once it is done)
Thalia stands at 5'8 with broad shoulders and strong, scarred hands. There is another scar across the middle of her face. Her eyes are honey-brown. Her skin has a sandy complexion, however her face, chest, ears, and forearms are noticeably tanned from days on the water. Her hair is a dark, dark brown, however the braids surrounding her face are lighter in color (some of her hair is in 2 braids on either side of her face, the rest falling somewhere between her shoulderblades and her waist). She wears a black coat-suit-thing(?) with a few small gold embellishments, this coat draped over a frilly white cotton shirt. Her ears are slightly pointed and she has sharper canines than that of a full human. Thalia wears leather laceup boots and a tricorne with a few medium-sized feathers (she is not sure as to whether or not they are real, but she says they are.) She also carries a pistol and two daggers at her belt, though she has many more.

Personality: Thalia Whitlock is spontaneous although not easily swayed. She is cocky and dramatic- she realizes this but makes no effort to dial it down. She is deeply passionate about her pirating and will not run from a fight however risky it may be. Although, she comes off as strangely casual to the people she talks to, if she is in a good mood- which she often is.

Likes/dislikes: Likes; fighting, the ocean (surprise), hot weather- Dislikes; people she deems to be "self-righteous" and authority/uniformity/restriction in general
Strengths/weaknesses: Persuasive, charismatic, passionate. Disorganized, spontaneous, showy. She can handle a knife or dagger very well. A nightmare when intoxicated.

Brief backstory: Thalia Whitlock met Damien Ambers as a young adult, fifteen years before his passing. She had accompanied her father in sailing in years past, even though at 38 she does not remember the substance of most of his teachings. She accompanied Ambers as a sort of co-captain, and as the years progressed, their differences began to become more problematic. His death was not blood on her hands, and it angered her to see him go, but that only drove her to captain Corusci Maris more fiercely.

Extra: None, other than an apology for the length of this

(Sorry this took so long, I'll finish it later)

Name: Tao Cocxts (Cök-tōs)
Age: 9
Gender, pronouns: Male He/him
Sexuality: Pansexual
Job: none rn
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Species/race: Half human, half demon.
Appearance: Tao is 4'3" with a slim child's build. He is full albino except for his eyes which are a dark violet. His hair has a loose curl that hangs loosely around his face. It's short enough to stay out of the way, but long enough to hide his two tiny dark violet horns. Tao also has a pair of black and white peppered wings that are just smaller than his torso. not big enough to carry him, but they can hide him if he curls up into a ball. Usually dresses in black pants with a loose gray top. He carries a pair of red daggers that his father left with him as a last gift. They are unable to be broken and will always return to him even if they are taken or stolen.
Personality:
Likes/dislikes: dislikes Being alone, spiders, cats, and people staring at him. Likes birds, the sense of freedom
Strengths/weaknesses: He is strong willed and persistent, but he is also easily hurt.
Brief backstory:  Father is a Demon, Mother was a human who died in birth. His Father desisted having a son, and promptly left him in the hands of the first seaside village he found. There Tao was passed from house to house never lasting long before being cast out. When he turned 4 he sprouted a pair of black feathery wings and the villagers tied him down and broke them off by hitting the joint that connects them to his back with stones and knives until they fell off. After that, he learned to hide the things that made him different so when the wings sprouted again when he was 7, he bound them flat to his back in an attempt to hid them. Some time later(about 2 years), a ship docked where Tao took a chance and stowed away. He is still hiding underneath a bag of grain in the hold.
Extra: Reference image

(Pulling out an OC I haven't used in a hot minute!)

Name: Myriil Uladi Camoran

Age: 57 (Gotta love those elf genes)

Gender, pronouns: Male, he/him

Sexuality: Raging Bisexual

Aliases: Myri(His current name, not subtle I know), Prince

Job:(I'll decide later)

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Species/race: Bosmer(Wood Elf)

Appearance (please include height, build and strength, clothing, etc.): Myriil is 6'2" and has very windblown looking gold hair, swept back and long. Kept in a very thin ponytail going straight down his back. A long face with high cheekbones, tanned skin, with the natural darker golden hue that most wood elves have. Pale, lime green eyes and a patch of hair on his chin, barely there. A very thin build, with long elegant limbs that were made for moving swiftly and for distance, not physical labor. He has eyebrow slits on the right side, two thin lines. Large scars on the shoulder and forearms. The shoulder wound looks like a burn mark and the forearms look like wounds from animal teeth or rock marks. Thin jagged cuts in random spots. He has one pierced ear, that he likes to switch out what earring he has daily. Anything from gold, to feathers, to bone. Myriil likes to wear whatever the local population is wearing when he travels. He likes light weight clothes, things that won't slow him down and breathe easily. We'll say for now that he has tall brown boots that go just above mid-calf, black pants, and a cream colored shirt of a nice material. It has a deep V cut out and lantern sleeves. Two daggers hang loosely from his belt.

Personality: Myriil is an intuitive and creative person, with a very easy amiability about him. He's trained in the social graces and knows how to hold an interesting conversation. He's quick-witted and amusing, but somewhat flighty about important topics. Some of his friends call him aloof, and flighty might be the best adjective to describe him sometimes. A bit of a mischief maker in his free time. He struggles with staying still and when scared or startled he can become extremely aggressive. His first response to something new is usually kill, and the next one is 'maybe we should talk'.

Likes/dislikes: Likes: Painting, hunting, socializing, and scheming. Dislikes: Staying still, hates making solid promises or something without caveats. Being at home with his family. Eye contact.

Strengths/weaknesses: Myriil walks with a light step, seeming to never make a sound even on dried leaves, an amazing shot with ranged weapons, he seems to prefer the traditional boy and arrow to modern firearms also very crafty, making baubles and trinkets out of scrap. His quiet step and ability to see clearer in the dark leads naturally to skill at stealth. Loud noises startle him easily and he struggles to stay in situations rather than run. Terrified of responsibility. His scars make it hard for him to stretch out one of his arms to the fullest extent. Of course, being a wood elf, he's still crazy flexible, but not as much as he could be. The scars open easily.

Brief backstory: The Camoran kings have long been figureheads under the Septim dynasty, and especially under the Aldmeri Dominion. Still, they have some measure of powers and privileges allotted to them. Myriil grew up under these privileges. Being young and full of pride however, he volunteered to fight in the Great War. His family didn't protest, in fact they encouraged the idea, but he was made to be a messenger where most assumed he'd never even see combat. They were wrong. When the war ended, Myriil returned home, bearing his scars and a changed view on the world. He fled from his home, wandering from place to place and seeing the world. He's trying everything, and piracy managed to seem like a logical next step.

Extra: The third eldest of eleven children. A strict carnivore. He can also briefly command animals to his will. Follows the Green Pact the pact dictates Bosmer cannot kill, injure, or eat any vegetation. https://www.artbreeder.com/beta/image/a7f0ac1d5a096f0a8f6cf5e38927 (Reference image for him)