Post by WILLIAM TURNER on Aug 15, 2010 17:15:37 GMT -5
WILLIAM TURNER
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[/b]: William
SURNAME: Turner
ALIAS: Will
TITLE: Sir (PotC Wiki said 'captain' so I've no idea. Dx)
AGE: Twenty years old
AFFILIATION: Civilian
BRANDED?: No
RANK: n/a
SHIP: n/a
࿂ DESCRIBE YESELF![/color]
THE FIRST THING ANYONE REALLY NOTICES ABOUT ME IS MY STAGGERING HEIGHT. SO, I MAY NOT BE MASSIVE, BUT I DO TOWER ABOVE MOST WOMEN AND OTHER MEN. I'M TALL, AND WITH THAT, VERY WELL BUILT. MUSCLES LINE MY CHEST AND SHOULDERS, GIVING ME A VERY DEFINED FIGURE. MOST WOMEN WOULDN'T CONSIDER THEM 'WASHBOARD ABS' JUST YET, BUT WITH ANY MORE PIRACY IN ME, THEY'D BE GETTING THERE SOON! I HAVE JET BLACK HAIR THAT'S NATURALLY TINGED WITH RED IN SOME AREAS THANKS TO BEING OUT IN THE SUN CONSTANTLY. IT DOESN'T CONTRAST PARTICULARLY WELL WITH MY DARK, OLIVE-TONED SKIN, BUT I STILL MANAGE TO LOOK DECENT AT ALL TIMES.
I HAVE VERY SIMPLE, WARM BROWN EYES. THEY COULD SEEMINGLY PIERCE THROUGH ANYTHING WITH THE WAY THAT I LOOS SO DEEPLY AT MY FRIENDS AND ANYONE I MAY BE SPEAKING TO. MY TEETH ARE NATURALLY A PEARLY WHITE, UNLIKE MOST THAT ARE OUT ON THE SEAS ALL DAY. I CAN BE SEEN WEARING A NECKLACE AT ALL TIMES AND USUALLY HAVE SOME FACIAL HAIR SPOTTED ABOUT FROM THE LACK OF ABILITY TO GET TO ANY RAZORS. EVEN AT 162 POUNDS, I SEEM SKINNY SINCE IT'S MOSTLY MUSCLE. MY HAIR IS ALWAYS SWOOPED BACK TO KEEP IT OUT OF MY WAY IN SWORD FIGHTS, WHICH I DO SEEM TO EXCEL AT.
USUALLY, I'M SEEN WEARING SIMPLE WHITE, LIGHT WEIGHT T-SHIRTS THAT ARE TORN OR TATTERED ALL OVER. ANY KIND OF TROUSERS WORK FOR ME, SO LONG AS THEY'RE FITTING FOR THE SITUATION I'M IN. I'M HARDLY EVER SEEN IN NICE CLOTHING UNLESS I'M OUT AND ABOUT ON A DATE, WHICH ISN'T LIKELY CONSIDERING THE CIRCUMSTANCES.
࿂ WHAT GIVES YE PLEASURE?
WELL... I LIKE A LOT OF THINGS. FIRST OFF, I LOVE ELIZABETH SWANN. ISN'T THAT EXTREMELY OBVIOUS? EVER SINCE I MET HER SO LONG AGO... SHE AND I ARE GOING TO HAVE A WEDDING FIT FOR ROYALTY, ONE DAY. BUT, ALSO, I LIKE SWORD FIGHTS, WHICH ARE QUITE ADDICTING ONCE YOU PARTAKE IN A FEW OF THEM. JOKES CAN EASILY MAKE MY DAY, SO LONG AS THEY BRIGHTEN ANY DARK MOODS THAT ARE LASTING AROUND. UH... I'M ALWAYS UP FOR SOME RUM. I MEAN, I DON'T LIKE GETTING DRUNK! I USUALLY NEVER DO, BUT I COULD ALWAYS GO FOR A GOOD DRINK WITH SOME FRIENDS. I ADORE THE SEA WITH THE FEROCITY OF A SEA MONSTER GOING AFTER ITS PRAY! PIRATES CAN BE RATHER AMUSING IF YOU KNOW HOW TO DEAL WITH THEM... I DO ENJOY THEM, THOUGH. THEY'RE MIGHTY GOOD COMPANY, ESPECIALLY IF I'M EVER TO GET BACK MY ELIZABETH.
࿂ WHAT MAKES YE ANGRY?[/color]
NOT TOO MANY THINGS ANGER ME. THE LOSS OF ELIZABETH HAS! THAT'S FOR SURE. I'M... AT A LOSS WITHOUT HER. IT'S HURTING ME TO NO END TO BE ALONE FOR SO LONG. I WANT NO ONE BUT HER. PRISON IS EXTREMELY AGGRAVATING. I MEAN, THEY LOCKED UP ELIZABETH. THEY STEAL ALL FREE WILL. MR. BECKETT CAN GO SHOVE ONE UP HIS... HE'S SENT ME OUT ON A HUNT FOR SPARROW. AND I'M ONLY DOING IT IN ORDER TO BE ONE STEP CLOSER TO MY LOVE. ACTUALLY, MOST ROYALTY CAN BE EXTREMELY RUDE. AND DISHONEST. AND ANNOYING. BUT DEFINITELY NOT ELIZABETH - SHE'S AN EXCEPTION AND A GODDESS AMONG WOMEN. WATERFALLS ARE TERRIBLY DISTURBING. I MEAN, REALLY, THEY COULD WIPE OUT EVERYTHING IN A MATTER OF SECONDS. ALSO, LOSING IS NOT SOMETHING I'M TOO FOND OF. AT ALL.
࿂ WHAT DO YE HIDE?[/color]
MY DEEPEST DEAR IS, QUITE HONESTLY, THAT I WILL NEVER FIND ELIZABETH AGAIN. I KNOW, I KNOW, I'VE MANAGED TO BRING HER UP COUNTLESS TIMES BY NOW. BUT SHE TRULY MEANS EVERYTHING TO ME. I'D RISK ANYTHING IN THE WHOLE UNIVERSE TO FIND HER AGAIN. I LOVE HER. I REGRET NOT BEING ABLE TO HELP MY MUM ON HER DEATHBED. I KNOW THERE'S NOT MUCH I COULD HAVE DONE, BUT MAYBE IF WE COULD HAVE AFFORDED A DOCTOR... AH, AND SECRETS? WELL, THE FACT THAT I PLAN ON BREAKING THE NEWS TO ELIZABETH THAT I PLAN ON GIVING HER THE GREATEST WEDDING KNOWN TO MAN THE SECOND I FIND HER. AND, I GUESS, THE FACT THAT I AM HUNTING DOWN JACK SPARROW.
࿂ WHAT SKILLS DO YE POSSES?[/color]
WELL... I CONSIDER MYSELF TO BE A FAIRLY DECENT SWORDSMAN. I COULD PROBABLY FIGHT A PIRATE AND MANAGE TO HOLD MY OWN, REALLY. I'M A GOOD BLACKSMITH, WHICH IS EXPECTED CONSIDERING I WAS AN APPRENTICE FOR SO LONG. I CAN ALSO THROW A SWORD WITH PRECISION! BUT OTHER THAN THAT, IT'S JUST ABOUT ALL. I'M GOOD AT TEACHING MY ELIZABETH WHATEVER SHE'D LIKE ME TO HELP HER WITH, BUT I'M NOT TOO GREAT WITH ANYTHING RELATED TO SCHOOLWORK. I WASN'T BROUGHT UP TO ANY SORT OF INTELLIGENCE.
࿂ HOW DO YE ACT?[/color]
LET'S SEE HERE... LOYAL, I SUPPOSE. I WOULD NEVER LET MY TRUE FRIEND, OR MY LOVE, DOWN. NO MATTER WHAT. I HOPE TO GOD THAT I'M AS BRAVE AND NOBLE AS I THINK I AM. I WOULD PULL A RECKLESS MOVE IF IT WOULD HELP ONE OF MY FRIENDS. OR EVEN SOMEONE THAT WAS JUST AN ALLY. RATHER RASH, I'D HAPPILY BREAK THE LAW TO HELP MY FRIENDS. I'VE DONE IT BEFORE AND I'LL DO IT AGAIN. I TRY TO BE POLITE WHEN NECESSARY, AND HUMBLE WHEN I CAN BE. I AM A MAN OF MY WORD AND I WILL STICK TO WHATEVER I SAY AT THE COST OF MY LIFE. OH, AND ELIZABETH SWANN HAS ME COMPLETELY TO HERSELF IF SHE'LL TAKE ME.
࿂ WOULD YE BE MISSED?[/color]
I WAS EXTREMELY CLOSE TO MY MOTHER BEFORE SHE DIED. SINCE SHE WAS THE ONLY ONE I REALLY KNEW, WE BECAME BEST FRIENDS, BASICALLY. AND NOW SHE'S GONE... I DON'T KNOW MY DAD. I NEVER REALLY DID, BUT I'M LOOKING FOR HIM AS HARD AS I CAN! I HAVE VERY FEW FRIENDS. THERE WERE TIMES WHEN I WOULD HAVE CALLED JACK SPARROW ONE AND OTHERS WHEN I'D CALL HIM AN ENEMY. I'M CLOSEST TO ELIZABETH SWANN, AND I LOVE HER. WITH ALL MY HEART AND SOUL.
࿂ YER STORY![/color]
OH, EXCELLENT. I HATE TALKING ABOUT MY PAST, BUT OKAY. I DIDN'T KNOW MY FATHER AS A CHILD. I NEVER MET HIM, ACTUALLY. SO I LIVED ALONE WITH MY MOTHER IN ENGLAND UNTIL I WAS TWELVE, WHEN SHE DIED. I DON'T KNOW HOW EXACTLY I DEALT WITH HER DEATH, BUT I JUST MOVED OUT ON THE HOPE THAT I WOULD FIND MY DAD ONE DAY. SHE NEVER TOLD ME MUCH, BUT IT WAS ENOUGH TO INSPIRE ME ON MY JOURNEYS. I LEFT OUT ON A SHIP AT THAT YOUNG AGE, WHICH WAS VICIOUSLY ATTACKED BY CAPTAIN BARBOSSA. I WAS THE ONLY SURVIVOR OF THAT, THANKS TO A YOUNG ELIZABETH WHO SAW ME FLOATING IN THE WATER. SHE SAVED MY LIFE EVEN AS WE WERE CHILDREN. AND NOW SHE HAS MY HEART.
REGARDLESS, I WAS TAKEN TOPORT ROYAL AND APPRENTICED UNDER A BLACKSMITH NAMED JOHN BROWN. I GREW TO BE EXCELLENT AT IT, BY THE WAY! I GREW CLOSER AND CLOSER TO ELIZABETH - IT WAS HARD NOT TO. I LOVED HER SINCE THEN, BUT THE SOCIAL DIVIDE... I COULDN'T DEAL WITH ADMITTING MY FEELINGS WITH THAT MASSIVE FAULT IN THE WAY OF US. SINCE THEN, ELIZABETH, WHO WENT THROUGH A TON WITH ME AND JACK SPARROW, HAS BEEN THROWN IN JAIL. I'VE BEEN BOUGHT OUT TO FIND JACK SPARROW. AND LIFE ITSELF IS CRUMBLING DOWN WHILE EVERYTHING IS HAPPENING. IT'S ALL SO CONFUSING...
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SEVENTEEN ࿂ ORLANDO BLOOM ࿂ SIX YEARS
REX !
REX !
RP SAMPLE. <3
Cool, crisp and serene. It was the total opposite of the hot-headed, stubborn, arrogant red-head and the small fire mouse that approached the beach on a small red bicycle. The sea was something Lottie enjoyed, which was surprising considering her strange affinity to fire. Packed tourist beaches weren't her thing at all, but somewhere quiet like this small bay she'd found as a child was just perfect. Pedaling slowly, she paused as they came to the small slope down onto the bay, allowing the bike to just slide down, fingers contracting the brakes to bring her to a safe, gentle stop. She wasn't wearing a helmet - hey, who did these days? - but she was in a sensible mood at the moment, and as such felt that going down the slope at high speeds and inevitably crashing into the waves wouldn't have been the best idea. The bike was an old one - the red paint was chipping off in numerous places and the saddle cover was all but gone, as were the handle-bar covers. The basket attached just behind the saddle was rusting badly, but it's bindings had been reinforced by extra screws that Lottie's grandfather had helped fix on. This allowed Spike to ride in the basket without fear of it rolling off of the bike, which was much easier than him sitting on Lottie's shoulders. The Cyndaquil was also in an unusual mood at the moment - the flames on his back weren't there, and his nose poked out of a hole in the basket, curiously observing and scenting his surroundings in an oddly observant manner.
"Spike, we're here~" Lottie cooed, a fondness creeping into her voice that was reserved for those closest to her. Unclasping the top of the basket, she opened it up, immediately met with a navy nose nuzzling into her cheek with affection. She gasped with joy, hands coming down to pet what many referred to as her 'Starter Pokemon' - her first ever, the one she'd received from a certified Professor on her tenth birthday. Many thought it strange that she'd had the Cyndaquil for over six years (as she was now sixteen and a few months) yet he'd failed to evolve into a Quilava. Even her friend, Emilkarp (at who's nickname she giggled a little to herself) had voiced his confusion over the matter. But the simplicity of it was, he didn't want to. And Charlotte herself was fine with that. When he was ready, she'd be there for him - but right now, he was perfect, just the way he was. She wasn't particularly a fan of evolving Pokemon just for strength, either. And besides, in contests, grace and elegance was more important than strength anyway.
Allowing the Cyndaquil to clamber up her shoulder, a few flames began to escape from the spotted skin on his back. Moments later, his skin erupted in explosive orange and red flames, though they soon died down to a more mellow flame as he changed direction, instead climbing up onto Lottie's head. The teenager giggled, clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth in a way she'd used numerous times before, to get the Cyndaquil's attention. His short attention span called for a method to draw his mind to her - in fact, it called for several methods. Clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth was one of the less-desperate ones. "I'm going into the water. So you might want to get down, hmm?"
The mouse was a Fire-Type Pokemon, so it didn't take rocket science to figure out that Spike and water wasn't a good mix. A low, grumbling growl vibrated in the Cyndaquil's throat, although it never made it through his teeth. More in irritation than anger, the growl returned as Lottie lifted her slender arms, clasping tightly onto her Pokemon as she lifted him from her head, crouching and placing him safely back onto the beach. He was quickly on his feet again, long nose snuffling through the sand curiously, the Cyndaquil clearly having picked up a scent with that sensitive nose he had. Lottie merely smiled, watching him for a few moments before turning back to watch the sea, waves slowly curling and collapsing on themselves, before crawling up the beach. Time for a swim, it seemed. Checking that no-one was watching, she quickly stripped herself of first her loose-fitting T-shirt, and then her comfy red pair of shorts. Underneath was a bikini, predominantly red in color, with black spots decorating it - almost making it look like a ladybird. Her messy red hair was tied back in two low bunchies, but numerous locks weren't long enough to be tied back, meaning they framed her face instead.
Spike didn't even look up, too engrossed by his curiosity as Charlotte made her way towards the water, pausing to just allow the waves to reach past her feet, covering them with the cool, calm feeling that just...was the sea. It was times like these when she almost felt as if comparing her to fire was the wrong thing to do - but then she remembered several past events, and realized it was exactly the right element for her. Grinning to herself, Lottie moved forwards, slowly submerging herself further and further, a little shiver creeping up her spine as the water rose to her waist. Hardened soles from experience weren't affected by the numerous stones embedded in the sand, Lottie simply continuing to move, until the water was up to her shoulders. She turned back to face the beach, treading water now in order to keep her head above it. The ends of her hair were beginning to wet, not quite short enough to stay dry as she bobbed up and down on the water. Lottie scanned the beach for her Cyndaquil, soon spotting the navy and cream Pokemon, frowning a little as she tried to work out what he was doing.
Spike was moving over the sand, sniffing it every now and again for...well, whatever he was looking for. It seemed he'd found it, though, as he gave a triumphant squeak, beginning to dig through the sand with his small paws. Deciding his front paws/hands weren't good enough, he began to use his feet instead, kicking away the sand in order to reach his goal. It was soon found, the Cyndaquil plucking a small shell from the sand, cradling it like one might a baby. Curiosity son got the better of him, however, as his nose came down to investigate the shell, nudging itself inside and...getting stuck. He yelped loudly, stumbling backwards and rolling around on his back as his feet came up to try and pry the shell off of his nose. Lottie, slightly alarmed by the yelp, began making her way back towards the beach, calling out. "You alright?"
Spike continued yelping, a rather high-pitched squeal that sounded a little nasal due to the shell on the end of his nose. Lottie scrambled back onto the beach, first grabbing the towel from her bike to wipe herself down a little, before then moving over to Spike. And promptly bursting into giggles. The sight of her Cyndaquil, rolling around on his back, trying to kick a shell off of his nose, was just really, really, really funny! Spike, needless to say, wasn't amused by his trainer's reaction, a growl creeping through the squeals. However, with an extra strong kick, the shell came spinning off of his nose, landing softly in the sand not too far away. Lottie found this, too, highly amusing, and her giggles only got louder, escalating into full peals of laughter. Spike grumbled, rubbing the end of his sore nose, moving over towards where the shell had landed, picking it up again and clutching it close. It seemed, despite the pain and embarrassment it had caused him, he still wanted to keep it. He waddled back over towards Lottie, looking up at her expectantly. The teenager's warm smile stretched into a wide grin, as she crouched down to fondly rub the top of her Pokemon's head. This in turn awarded her with purr-like sounds of affection, the Cyndaquil enjoying the attention. She liked moments like this - just the two of them, trainer and Pokemon. It was true she had a whole team of six Pokemon, but Spike had been her first. She loved all of her Pokemon dearly, but she'd be lying if she said Spike wasn't just that little bit more special for being her first.
Glancing to the right a little, she squinted as she caught the sun's bright rays of light reflecting off of the glass surface of her watch. Retracting her hand from her Pokemon's head - much to Spike's disappointment - She angled the watch differently, so it wasn't facing the sun. Bringing her wrist to her face, she glanced at the time, and at first glance didn't quite take the time in. She glanced back towards a sea, a smile spreading over her face as a cool sea breeze blew by. However, realization soon hit the female, her eyes widening and mouth dropping a little as her head snapped back round to take in the time once more. "Shoot! It's midday - Mum's gonna slaughter me!" One hand reached out to snatch her towel from the sand, hurriedly drying her skin. Clothes were soon pulled back on over the still-wet bikini, Lottie snatched the Cyndaquil from the sand and dropping him somewhat roughly in the basket attached to the back of her bicycle. Spike gave indignant squeals of protest, yet clung tightly to his shell, snorting as he sat begrudgingly in the basket. Clambering onto the bike, Lottie set her feet to work, muscles moaning in protest as she set a quick speed to dash away from the beach.
Leaving one, somewhat lonely towel behind.
