SPARROW, Jack [ DONE ! ]

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JACK SPARROW




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[/b]: Jack
SURNAME: Sparrow
ALIAS: Jackie, Smith, Smithy, Scum, Bastard..the list goes on
TITLE: N/A

AGE: thirty-nine
AFFILIATION: Pirate
BRANDED?: unfortunately yes
RANK: Captain of course
SHIP: The Black Pearl

࿂ DESCRIBE YESELF![/color]
Oh ? Me ? Well, I'm the perfect. Pure perfection if I may say meself. People always say, though, that I'm regular height and weight and that there's nothing very much interesting about me. I strongly disagree. My elegant brown eyes can charm any woman, at any time, when ever I feel so. Sometimes they even spark up in such beautiful colors, but that might be also the slight side-effect or rum. For my height I must say rough 5' 10, that would be 178 centimeters. Yes, I'm tall even without my boots. But I won't take off me boots, for your own sake. They've been on my feet too long. As for my hair, they are dreadlocked and I swear, there might be some mold in them, but I never dared to look. There's always that red-scarf protecting my black(or brown, depends on which light I am) hair. Can't say ever keep my hair in a good shape, but they always stay at the same style. Messy. Well, not too messy, but just perfect. For tattoos, I can only say that I have plenty of those. My arm for instance have a tattoo of a sparrow signifying my name, of course. The rest of the tattoos, you must find out yourself. Scars are also part of my very handsome bodice.

࿂ WHAT GIVES YE PLEASURE?
Rum. There's nothing more but rum. You can never have enough rum. It's the drink from the Gods to us. And then there's me Black Pearl, never underestimate her, she can be deadly if not handled right. The sea, is me home, there's nothing else out there but the sea. And of course, just like every lad out there, loves that tender touch of a woman. And of course, being a pirate. There's nothing that would satisfy me more, but being a pirate. Who doesn't love winning, gaining something to your own need, by all means necessary, specially when winning something shiny or something very useful. Oh and rum..Did I mention that already?

࿂ WHAT MAKES YE ANGRY?[/color]
I have only one name to you ; Barbossa. That scheming backstabber and that monkey of his are nothing but trouble. I've always hated that little monkey, too. And the name Jack doesn't suit him at all..He doesn't look like me. Paying back, always sounds too risky for me. That's why I like to avoid confrontation and never really pay back. That sounds fair to me. Family reunions. What can I say? I have never really felt like a great need to see me father and he feels the same. No one likes loosing, aye? It's something I don't do often and it seems that what ever I do, I win, so loosing is nothing I can do, really. I would love to add one other name, actually, make it two names in the haters list. The first one is very familiar, Cutler Beckett. Or is he a lord now ? That tiny man has a lot bottled up inside, and most of his anger does have something to do with me. But I've learned not to like the authorities so much, nothing good comes from the authorities. Expect weddings..They have nice weddings. And I do love weddings, who doesn't ? Drinks all around !

࿂ WHAT DO YE HIDE?[/color]
Fear? Captain Jack Sparrow never feels fear. Expect if someone is actually pointing a pistol on me and I'm unarmed. But to be honest, me one and only fear is that I will grow old without achieving anything in my life. I want to be remembered as the great Captain Jack Sparrow of the Caribbean Sea. Lord of the Seas! Now that sounds, like me. Me secrets are me secrets and well, they don't really matter to the anyone else expect else. But if you really must know my dreaded secret - I have an extra toe...Nah, I did get ye, aye? No, no, my real secret, this time for sure, is that I've only fallen in love once. And that woman's name stays hidden in me heart until I die. Either, I am not the only one in this world that has regrets. Me deepest regrets are that I never had the chance to have any children. Little Jack's running around and the world would be dominated just in couple of years. You'll see.

࿂ WHAT SKILLS DO YE POSSES?[/color]
Everyone is aware of me great skills of handling weaponry. I prefer my own cutler and my own pistol, hanging in me belt. So for my strengths, it means, very good swordsman and I'm actually very good at being a Captain. If I may say so myself, I am the best captain of these seas. Navigation, with my Compass is also one me strengths. So never underestimate the power of will.
Me weaknesses..I can only say that being honest isn't exactly my good point. If I recall right, I've probably never told the truth in me life. Not even to my mother(May her soul Rest In Peace). I've always honored the tradition of the noble pirates, I submit that here now, that is what we all must do. We must fight, to run away, and that brings us to my second point of weakness. I am brave, but people say different. They say I switch sides quicker than a seagull flaps his wings, which isn't entirely true. I've always said that which side has more rum, that's is me side.

࿂ HOW DO YE ACT?[/color]
Every geezer has their own little sides. I've heard many told me that above all, I'm nothing but a lying bastard. That doesn't sound anything like me. I'm honest and clear as pigeon. Or a seagull. I'm not very good at comparing oneself to another. Also, people tend to call me wild, which is quite understandable, since without wildness, no pirate can sail the seas. I'm very loyal..To the person who offers more rum or better chance of living. But, what i've noticed of myself, that being loyal is actually very easy. I don't actually like people, expect meself, so I came to the conclusion that I'm very loyal only to meself. And only me. As every pirate, those geezers sailing under their own lucky stars, I'm very unimaginative, to be honest. Luckily I'm not the only one, with this bad trait. Most, regular people, would say that caring for others is the number one rule, citizens should always look after for another, but I really don't see any good in that. Why should I, Captain Jack Sparrow, take a burden since everyone is more than capable taking care of themselves. Everyone look for each other, that's my motto. But even though I'm staggering, rum-soaked pirate, I can be serious, if the situation needs it. Lastly but not the least, I'm always the superior one. I'm always the cunning one and the one who will win after the haze has settled.

࿂ WOULD YE BE MISSED?[/color]
Me family. You all know Captain Teague, Keeper of the Codes, aye? Yeh, he's me father.I didn't know him until I was not more than 18. At that time, but yet I looked up to him and tried to do exactly like him, even be like him, but to his eye never succeeded. I don't exactly like him, to be honest. Me mother tried to fix this, but, her idea might had been great, but it never worked. There's nothing much in common with me and Captain Teague. Expect the fact that we're both pirates, but he just happens to seen it all and done it all. My mother was exactly the opposite of Teague. When I was only a small, this tiny lad, she use to tell me that there is nothing I can't do and if I believe in it, the whole world would come bowing down at me. I suppose I got this great ambition drive, from me dear mother. And now, even though she's dead, she still seems to be watching over me..In a shrunken head. I suppose.

࿂ YER STORY![/color]
Sure, wouldn't you like to know how the great Captain Jack Sparrow ended up in this world. I was born, not at land, but at sea(I guess that's the reason for me love for the sea). It was a stormy night, a typhoon raged when Captain Teague was sailing in the Indian Ocean. I spent most of me infancy and childhood with me mother and grandmother. Captain Teague had left off pirating, leaving me with that nagging grandmother, I could not stand. No wonder he left. My mother raised and taught herself how to be a pirate and I learned the art of pirating while watching the men in my home town. Can't say that they were much of an example, but they were better than the father that never came back.

So, finally, when I was twelve, I ran off, only taking my cutler and me pistol(that I stole off from a drunken man). I can honestly say that it was me grandmother who drove me absolutely crazy. She's bloody worse than Miss Swann. After leaving my home, I ended up meeting and ganging up with couple other lads and lasses. This is also the time when I met the first time, me old friend, Tia Dalma. And who could forget the first boat I sailed. Ah, yes, that's right, the Wicked Wench. Me and me crew sailed the seas and I can honestly say that I've stolen more treasures than any pirate has ever done. And of course in that time I had the unfortunate luck to run into Cutler Beckett, which as the matter of fact, didn't end well. Me beloved ship, the Wicked Wench was sunk, but we all know that Jack Sparrow doesn't give up that easily. No, I never did admit that I was desperate the time, but I did turn to Davy Jones, who brought back me love, but with one condition - the name changed to the Black Pearl. Me Pearl.
That's me story..If you want to ask more, don't even dream about it. I've learned to keep me mouth shut. Also, I rather doubt I need to tell you what has happened before this moment. Take a moment and try to remember, you remember me.

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NINETEEN ࿂ JOHNNY DEPP ࿂SEVEN YEARS
JOJO

RP SAMPLE. <3

He was somewhat right. All those jewelry, all that attention and doting her was very nice and she loved it. But when she gave it a thought, when she really, really looked deep inside of her, all that money, and all those mansions were only because she wanted to feel important. She wanted people to see that she was important too. She wanted to be loved. Love. Something she had never found and something she had never received. Not even from her own father. Sherlock listed her crimes and just like his eyes, Irene's brown eyes landed on the ground. It wasn't explainable. She had done so many wrong. She had hurt so many men, and specially, she had hurt Sherlock Holmes.

Irene sighed and didn't even do a effort of defending herself what Sherlock had just said. Why should she, when everything what he said was true? Miss Adler, while looking down, hid a small tear coming out from her eye. She felt like a weak person. She hated crying.
But after Sherlock Holmes had stopped talking, Irene looked up to him and straight into his eyes. He was so cold and cruel to her, which was completely fair since she had done so many terrible things to him. The woman only nodded. Yes, she nodded and then, she let her hand go from his arm.
" You are absolutely right," she said now, her voice breaking. " All those men, all those spoiled princes gave me anything I could ask for. I lived in those beautiful mansions, sometimes even in palaces, Mr Holmes, but.." she stopped and swallowed her tears away and let her posture be tall and proud. " But you know the one thing I never received from them? Ever. That was the feeling of importance. I was only a priced doll to them that they could show off to any other men. I was trophy, nothing else." her voice was bitter and I guess you could say she was lying a bit to herself when she reminded herself that she didn't like all that doting.

She then took a more proud look in her eyes and those tears were gone. She was once again, strong and Irene Adler. Just like Sherlock Holmes, who was so cold towards her. She responded with coldness as well and then narrowed her eyes. " I know what I've done in the past and maybe I will stop and settle down, or then I'll keep marrying bunch of losers and be miserable all my life." that sentence was probably very unecessary and she didn't know why she let that one out of her mouth but she quickly continued, this time it was an apologize, which Irene felt like she owed to him. But still it took her so much to blurt out of her mouth. " Sherlock, I am sorry what I did to you and there's nothing I can do to make up with the bad things, but you have to understand, that if I knew how much I hurt you, I would've came back to you. And I'm sorry. " Her voice was quiet. " But I know that you won't forgive me. And I'm sorry I've kept you here against your will." Irene turned and her voice was quiet and bittersweet. She couldn't keep him here. Even though she desperately wanted him to stay, but Sherlock probably wanted to leave. And she didn't blame him

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