Post by TATE ROBIN on Aug 18, 2010 21:06:01 GMT -5
TATE ROBIN
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[/b]: Tatem
SURNAME: Robinson
ALIAS: Tate
TITLE: N/A.
AGE: Twenty Six.
AFFILIATION: Pirate.
BRANDED?: ETC brand on the wrist.
RANK: Navigator.
SHIP: Used to be part of Captain Barbossa's ship.
࿂ DESCRIBE YESELF![/color]
Tate has green hazel eyes. Brown hair. She weighs a hundred and twenty five pounds and stands at five foot ten inches. She has full lips and a heart shaped face. Long ringlets in her hair and she has perfectly shaped almond eyes. Tate wears normal pirate garb, and she has had to prove herself, because of being a woman pirate, she's had to go through a lot of trials which means she has a lot of scars over her body. She's also ran into the ETC and now has a "P" burned onto the inside of his wrist. She also has a cross tattooed on her other wrist and a robin bird on her right shoulder blade.
࿂ WHAT GIVES YE PLEASURE?
Tate really likes Rum, animals, ships, sailing. She also enjoys money, any kind of alcohol, the sea, men, Jack Sparrow in specifics. She is a fan of sword fighting, winning, getting into bar fights, her clothing, and food.
࿂ WHAT MAKES YE ANGRY?[/color]
Tate does not like losing, the ETC, getting sea sick. She also hates other women pirates, not getting what she wants, and mental manipulation. Her biggest pet peeves are people telling her what to do and not feeling good enough.
࿂ WHAT DO YE HIDE?[/color]
Tate has a secret, she actually had very rich parents. She is also absolutely in love with Captain Jack Sparrow, though she's not sure she'll ever tell him; and she has run away from Captain Barbossa's crew to where her and a crew member had a rather explicit relationship.
࿂ WHAT SKILLS DO YE POSSES?[/color]
Tate is a skilled navigator, knowing where things are almost intuitively. She's been described as a human compass. She is also highly intelligent, witty, and strong. Tate holds both a cutlass and a shooting pistol on her person at all times.
࿂ HOW DO YE ACT?[/color]
Smart. Witty. Funny. Manipulative. Persuasive. Insane. Independent. Dangerous. Sarcastic. Quick Witted. Logical. Idealist. Creative. Unique.
Tate has a bit of a resourceful side, she will take what she can and do what is needed without so much of a thought. She is pretty impulsive and goes out on whim. That's why she's so unique, she knows how to get what she wants and do what needs to get done.
She is pretty dangerous, growing up on the seas, she knows how to wield a sword, probably better than most pirates, and Tate doesn't have a lot of self preservation, which makes her a bit insane, and she will probably do some stuff that even other pirates would consider to be crazy.
Tate is extremely driven. She likes to take what she can get and run with it, always trying to turn it into something bigger and better. Tate pretty much has to be independent because she's alone, and it sometimes gets to her and makes her a bit lonely, though she's great at not showing it.
࿂ WOULD YE BE MISSED?[/color]
Tate has a brother that she loved dearly but lost him due to a tragic accident upon a boat. Her parents are both dead though when they were alive she had an amazing relationship with them and now she just misses them terribly.
࿂ YER STORY![/color]
Tatem Robinson was born to Marcus and Eileen Robinson. She had a younger brother named Patrick. Born in London, England, Tate lived a happy normal life. She was heir to an island that her parents owned, and she was very wealthy. Tragedy struck the year Tatem turned eight. Britain had broken out into war, and her father was drafted into the service. London was not a safe place. There were kidnappings and killing almost everyday, and when rumors of bombings sprouted, Eileen figured her two darling children were not safe. She stowed them away on a ship called the "Anamarie." For 3 months they snuck around the ship, not getting caught until Patrick was caught sneaking food from one of the kitchens. They were cast aboard, and were forced to tread water. Tatem and Patrick swam for a long time until they found a small Jamaican island called Port Royal. While in Port Royal, Patrick heard about a ship that carried pirates. Patrick heard that they were looking for a crew, and Patrick suggested they try, Tate, who couldn't possibly be accepted onto a pirate ship, she dressed in men's apparel and went by the name of Todd. The pirates accepted both her and Patrick after a strenuous time trying to prove themselves.
They worked in their service for a year. One fateful day, the crew got into a fight with a fellow pirating crew. There was gun fire everywhere, Tatem had obtained a pistol while she was aboard, and she was too busy shooting the men who were trying to come aboard. She heard a familiar cry and tore her eyes to the back of the ship, where, her brother, only 15 at the time, lay dying, a sword shot through his heart. Tatem was broken; she shot the offending pirate who did it, and retreated below deck until the fight was over. The crew cast her brother on the sea, condemning him to Davy Jones locker. For a few more months she sailed with the crew, trying to forget the memory of her brother. As the ship docked back in Port Royal, Tate stayed there for quite awhile, she abandoned her crew, and lived the low down pirate life. She was a young 18 year old, Tate resumed her identity as a woman, becoming the only other known pirate woman in Port Royal since Elizabeth Swan. Fiesty and beautiful, she was in constant bar fights and the center of attention in Port Royal. She became a well known and feared figure in Port Royal, and all the pirates learned to be afraid of the woman. As she turned 19, she met a woman, She had fiery red hair and she was aboard the ship Captained by A man named Hector Barbossa. Her name no one knew, but Tate quickly came to know her as Red; she started out as a captains harlot and quickly became his right hand on the ship, being able to cook, and stock the canons. Red, who was kind of the captains mate, took a special interest in Tate, and for months Red refused to move on until the captain gave Tate a chance to be on board. Captain Barbossa was left with an ultimatum. He left Red and Tate both there. Red wouldn't put up with it though, they sneaked aboard the ship the night Captain Barbossa set sail. The only man that knew about them two was Grapple, who grew a close relationship with Tate, and since Red was allegedly left at Port Royal, Grapple became even closer to Captain Barbossa. One night, two of his crewmen discovered both Tate and Red, and Captain Barbossa was livid. He was about to maroon them when Grapple stepped in, speaking on behalf of the two women. The crew debated, and finally, grudgingly, Captain Barbossa made an expectation and decided to give Tate a chance. Captain Barbossa set very hard missions for Tate, and had her spar against his best men. When Tate had proven herself, and had taken over for the navigator they had lost, Tate was officially part of the crew. Tate was an excellent, almost scarily good navigator, and for once, the captain was pleased with her. Tate, on the other hand, began to wish for a much different crew life.
While she had been in Port Royal, she had heard stories of a man, a pirate; Captain Jack Sparrow. The man's stories always intrigued Tate, and she hoped one day to meet with him, to sail with him. She needed badly to find the island her parents owned, to see if they were alive. There was also a very large amount of gold hidden in the island and below it, and with that has her leverage, she figured she could get Captain Jack to agree.
One night as they were docked in Tortuga, Grapple overhead Tate speaking of her ambition to meet Jack Sparrow, he was livid, and he told Captain Barbossa. The next day as they sailed away from the island, Barbossa told Tate, 600 miles away from Tortuga, that she would be marooned. He left her her sword, a pistol and one bottle of rum as he pushed her off deck.
Tate treaded water for a day and a half before a fishing boat found the exhausted pirate and rescued her. He dropped her off at Tortuga, as Tate stayed in the village she began to hear the same stories of Jack, and she learned he visited this place quite often, all Tate had to do was stay around and she would finally get to meet the man she strives so hard to find, after months, Tate began to get impatient and decided to go looking for Jack instead.
Tate began to gain crewmen from Tortuga and acquired enough to take off in her own ship. The Crimson Interpreter sailed the Caribbean mostly and the Gulf of Mexico. Tate quickly found a lot of secrets on the Gulf, and stationed herself in Florida for a few years. Tate had visited China a few times to learn that Mistress Ching was retiring to Canton. She told Tate(who had grown a good relationship with the aged pirate lord) to take her place at the Brethren Court. Tate relunctly agreed and she became the Pirate Lord of the Gulf of Mexico. From her China visit, she decided to leave the Crimson Interpreter in her first mate's hands for a bit, and try to find Jack Sparrow again, she had not forgotten her quarry, or what made him her quarry. Arriving in Port Royal, Tate began to hear even more stories about Captain Jack Sparrow, and her passion for him grew even more, along with some very important information on both which Tate had to offer and Jack was looking for.
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Ramona
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࿂ Eleven Years.
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It had taken entirely too long for Alice to get to Gotham. The onslaught of transportation was enough to drive the girl insane. It had been a rough and tedious trip from the dank confines of London, England all the way to Gotham City once again. It had been so long since her crystal blue eyes had set sights on the city and it seemed as if it was one of those types of cities that would never change. As her hovering plane had taken a descent into the desolate city, Alice could feel a slight change in the air. It was all she could do not to jump out of her seat right then and there.
The only thing the woman had to keep her busy on the plane was a wondrous copy of Through The Looking Glass and her absolutely giddy thoughts on returning to the very city that held her beloved Mad Hatter. Those thoughts alone, true enough had the ability to captivate her mind and keep herself busy, but she took solstice in reading as well. She enjoyed the way her heart would jump a bit every time she would read her Hatter's name a twinge of excitement would course through her veins.
She wore her infamous blue and white dress just for the occasion. Alice spent a great deal of time imagining their reunion, how marvelous it would be, Alice was sure. It had been so long since she had laid eyes on him and she could hardly contain her excitement as she walked out of the Gotham airport. A few bystanders were staring awkwardly at her, but she did her best to ignore them, not interested nor aware of their consist whispering. She was completely focused. Alice had spent at least a week working on her plan. She was pretty sure she knew Arkham inside and out.
It was going to be a much more successful trip than the last. That she would make sure.
Alice had set up shop in a tiny abandoned warehouse. She made sure to adorn the makeshift home with all the comforts for both herself as well as her lovely Hatter. She made sure the dining room accompanied two sets of chipped tea cups, along with various teas she knew her lover would enjoy more than anything. The bedroom, far off in the corner were some of their very dear friends.
The March Hare was propped up against the stained and peeling yellow wall. One of his eyes hanging from the soft string that helped keep him stitched together. The White Rabbit and little Dina were having a tea party of their own at the end of the small bed, Dina's mouth stained red from something Alice didn't remember.
Alice was dawdling now. She couldn't tell what the hour was, but she knew that she had to plan out everything perfectly. There was no time for errors. Not when Hatter's poor life stood on the line, in a way. Alice's head ticked to the side as her blue eyes swiveled to look at the March Hare who had just made a rather un-amusing comment.
"You know nothing of the sort Mr. Hare! I will get him from his poor cage and everything will be perfect once again. I do, however ask that you not speak out of turn again. Especially when Hatter returns home. You know how he dislikes such courses of action." Pinning the bunny's ears to his head with a sewing needle for good measure, she patted the creature.
"Now there. Next time you will do well to remember." Shaking her head lightly, Alice wiped her hands on her startling white apron, managing to muck it up with the debris of the abandoned warehouse, causing black dirt and grease stains to blot along the fabric and ruin the starchy color. Alice took no notice.
Her eyes were distant as she placed a finger to the flesh of her lip as if she was listening to something intently. The woman began to rock back and forth in her platform mary janes, her blue eyes fogging over for a long moment before she seemed to give a slow shake and she was out of it. "It is time!"
Alice ventured towards the metal patchwork door that separated her from Gotham City. She was prepared to go into this full force, and she was prepared to do it now. Alice no longer could stand the itching feeling of not having the taller man at her side. It was like a quivering ache in the pit of her stomach, and she couldn't take it any longer. She didn't feel it necessary now. Not with her in the same perimeter as the man.
Stepping out into the city, Alice craned her neck. She needed some sort of transportation. Some way of getting up to the Narrows. It wasn't a terribly annoying drive, but it was quite the distance for anyone without any form of vehicle. It was then that Alice had the fortune of catching sight of a man, walking to his car. Her blue gaze studied him for a long moment as the balding man slid a key into the side of a silver Volkswagen.
Her jaw clenched lightly. He had means of transportation. More efficiently, he had her means of transportation, seeing as it now was one thing standing in the way between her Hatter and his freedom. Her eyes narrowed significantly as she continued to watch him. Shaking her head slowly, she calculated his steps. He would not be allowed to get into that car. Making sure the man was by himself, Alice moved with haste. Her pale hand tipping below one of her many petticoats and producing a rusty butterfly knife.
Quick and silent as she could, Alice struck. The rusty jagged blade slicing through air before it was slightly halted by flesh and tissue, which quickly turned into bone and muscle. Alice set her jaw as she hazarded a glance around before quickly twisting the knife, separating his spinal cord in half and cutting off any connection with the brain. It was then that she slid the knife back quickly, barely a soft slink from the metal could be heard. She quickly pocketed the knife, her innocent doe eyed gaze returning to the streets.
Stepping off the curb as quickly as she could, Alice moved to the driver's side of the car. Stepping into the automobile and turning the key so the engine roared to life. Alice hated cars, but some things had to be sacrificed. Sighing a bit, she turned her head to the side as she started to move the silver car down the long road. Alice could recite the street names in her sleep by now, having gone over them more times than she could count, and it helped now as she tipped her heard a bit closer to the dash to make sure she was staying on the correct path.
Just as in the plane ride to Gotham, Alice was able to keep herself busy.
It had started to rain a bit now as Alice slowed the car to a roll and the quiet engine gave a bit of a jerk. The woman could see two cars already situated outside the gates, arching up a curious eyebrow, she pressed her lips together. "What a peculiar little van.." Her voice soft, she ticked her bangs from her face and made a quick decision. Pulling up the small silver car right behind the cars entering the gates. If all went according to plan, she could tailgate in on their little tea party.
Smoothing out her blond hair now and making sure her ribbon was neatly in place, Alice couldn't help the soft bursts of excitement threatening to rip at her rib cage. Subconsciously moving a hand over her petticoats, she breathed out an air of excitement. Surpassing the gates now, Alice made a sharp turn, parking the car haphazardly close to the exit, as well as one of the doors in the back. Her eyes glanced around as she watched a white haired woman, a gangly looking male, and a blond female walk away from their respective cars and towards the asylum.
Like a blinding flash, fury and jealousy hit Alice. Her eyes were stuck on both females as she watched them go towards the building. Even if they weren't there to see her Hatter, they were still there. What right did women have being anywhere close to her beloved. Remaining her poise just as she was sure the Mad Hatter would want her to, she took in a calming breath as she pocketed her keys and exited the car.
Moving swiftly now for her stature, she managed to tail the blond female whom she figured was a doctor. She could see the white haired woman and the male ahead of her but she paid no attention. As long as the woman in front of her could get her into the building than it was no big deal. Just as they entered the building, a smirk crossed her face and she began to walk down the long winded hallway, still trailing behind the woman but lagging, making it nowhere near obvious that she was tailing.
As the woman was stopped, Alice's heart leapt into her chest. Thinking swiftly, she rolled around a corner, waiting for a moment before her eyes cast a glance at the doorways. Pressing her lips together, she did the next logic thing she could think of. Creeping swiftly past a medic station, she stole a white lap coat that was perched on a seat and unsupervised. Snatching the name tag off of the item, she put on the coat and buttoned it up. If anyone had dared to ask, her tag had simply dropped somewhere in the hospital.
Alice knew where The Hatter was being kept. It had taken quite a bit of research to find out his room number, but the ever persistent Alice had found it, and now she was going to use it to her advantage. Moving expertly, she smiled a bit to herself. She was lucky that she had studied Arkham inside and out, now it was no doubt that she looked as if she knew what she was doing, though she was extremely cautious not to run into many workers. It wasn't worth exposing herself.
As she rounded a last corner, she froze. Her big blue eyes widened as she heard a noise, distant at first, but becoming increasingly louder. Her breath caught in her chest as her lower jaw dropped open. She could hear him. Hear him calling for her. A hand slid to her chest. How did he know?! How did he know she was coming to his rescue. The sly fox, he knew everything. Alice could hardly contain herself now as she blinked back happy tears and began to take off down the hallway, losing her sense of what she was doing. Her Hatter was calling for her, that was all she could think about.
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