Post by SAMANTHA DELACROIX on Sept 4, 2010 17:25:15 GMT -5
SAMANTHA ANN DELACROIX
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SURNAME: Delacroix
ALIAS: Sam, Sammy, Cap'n Cross
TITLE: Captain
AGE: 31
AFFILIATION: Pirate
BRANDED?: Yes, in her neck
RANK: Captain
SHIP: The Hydra
APPEARANCE
Sam's raven black hair used to run down to her shoulders in a wavy fashion, but nowadays She likes to keep it short because it only gets in the way during a fight. Although her skin used to be pale and flawless, years of sailing the ocean has left the woman with a weathered, cinnamon tan. Her skin isn't the only part of her body that has changed due to her active life as a pirate. Samantha is clearly in a good condition, athletic even but she still has some feminine curves in the right places. Her brown eyes are slightly almond shaped and a sarcastic, wicked smile seems to constantly play around her lips. Although she's only 5' 1", Samantha isn't a girl to mess around with, she might be small but she's extremely fast and agile.
Although Samantha is a woman, she's far from a little princess. She walks the deck with a fast, steady and confident stride and shouts orders with a booming voice while cussing like the sailor she has become. In her neck, the letter P is burned into her skin, brandishing her as a pirate and on her back, scars of a whipping are the result of the punishment she received for a failed escape attempt. A slash of a sword has left a large scar all across her belly, but luckily the cut wasn't life threatening. Just above the waistband of her pants, Samantha has a tattoo of two sea gulls in flight that represent the freedom her life as a pirate brings her.
Tight, black pants, knee high boots and a white silk shirt that she tends to tie up in a knot around her belly usually make up Samantha's attire, finished up with her black captain's jacket. A red silk sash is wrapped around her middle and a leather belt holds her brace of pistols and her cutlass. Sam does own a couple of fancy dresses, for when the situation asks for it.
PERSONALITY
Sam is a rebel that can't handle authority, with a short fuse and a bad temper. She doesn't think before she acts and isn't afraid to speak her mind and that combination gets her in a lot of trouble. She isn't much of a talker either, so those problems are usually settled with either her fists or her cutlass. Sam isn't afraid to take a gamble and has the reputation to be quite reckless.
Samantha usually comes across as a cold, cruel and sarcastic woman that only cares for herself and money. True, she doesn't make friends easily and the woman finds it even harder to trust people. Once you've made it into this small circle that she calls friends, this'll change. Sam can be fiercely loyal and will do almost anything to help a friend. She considers her crew as her family and will do anything in her power to protect them, but she demands unwavering loyalty and dedication.
Magic and Voodoo is something that she simply doesn't understand and that's the reason why she fears and distrusts people who can wield it. Nobles are another group of people that she strongly dislikes. Their rules, etiquette and their treacherous ways is something she simply can't stand.
Although taking a life isn't something that Samantha has a problem with, she won't kill people without a good reason. She's not a monster, she's a pirate and strongly believes in upholding the code and a sense of honor for their occupation. People might call her a thief and a robber, but Sam thinks of herself as a captain that simply won't bow down to the authorities and plots her own course.
She's a big flirt and isn't afraid to use her body and her feminine charms to get what she wants. A serious relationship is something that Samantha just doesn't see happening, but sometimes when she is alone in her quarters she does long for it. Although she loves to flirt with men and has shared her bed with more than one, Sam knows that deep inside she'll never settle with one of them. The woman prefers the ladies and if there's a true love for her somewhere out there, she knows that it's a woman.
HISTORY
Thirty one years ago, Samantha Ann Delacroix was born as the daughter of a Tortugan whore and a notorious pirate captain. She was an accident, the result of a drunken night of fun but that didn't mean she wasn't wanted. For her mother, Manon Delacroix, the young baby girl was a goldmine. With Sam's father, the famous Dutch pirate Piet Vandeverre providing for his daughter, Manon was able to give up her life as a woman of the night and start leading a respectable life.
As Samantha grew up, her father wasn't around much as he sailed the seas and she was left in her mother's care. She even received a decent education, something her father demanded and she learned to read and write in most of the languages that were used in the Caribbean. When her father was docked at the Island, he would come and visit his daughter, bringing gifts and teaching her things about seafaring and navigation.
When she hit her teens, Sam started to rebel and sneak out of the house to roam the streets. She quickly learned to fight and steal and hung out with the wrong crowd. Her mother didn't take this too lightly and punished the girl hard, but that only made things worse. When her father finally returned after one of his journeys, Sam's mother ensured her that he would get her back in line, but things turned out different.
Instead of punishing the girl, her father laughed and told her that she started to look and act more and more like him. He took her to the blacksmith, bought her a cutlass and taught her how to wield it. Although Sam's mother protested her father wouldn't give in. He wanted his daughter to be able to protect herself.
When Samantha was sixteen years old, her mother suddenly died of a terrible disease and the girl was left on her own until her father returned. With no other options left, he decided to take the young girl with him on his ship.
Sam sailed on the "Neptune's Revenge" for years and slowly but steadily made her way up through the ranks. Although her father was the captain, Sam wasn't spoiled and had to work just as hard as the rest of the crew, if not harder. By the time that she was twenty eight and had sailed the ocean for twelve years, she finally made it to quartermaster.
Six months later however, the Revenge ran into a Navy ship and sunk as a lucky shot hit the gunpowder storage. A lot of sailors died, either in the explosion or by drowning and the remaining crew was picked up and placed under arrest for Piracy.
Both Sam and her father had survived the blast and after a few months in prison, they decided that they would try to escape. Father and daughter, accompanied by the rest of the loyal crew members, planned an escape and executed it with deadly precision.
Not that it helped them much though, the escape was prevented and until this day, Sam still thinks somebody set them up. Maybe some rival pirate? Her father, Piet was killed as the group rushed towards the gate and so was most of his crew.
Samantha was caught and send back to prison, but not before she received thirty lashes with a whip for the failed attempt. As her fellow sailors were hung one by one, Sam was still awaiting trail, because she was a woman.
When a prison riot broke out, Sam knew that this was her chance to take a break for it. Weaving her lithe body towards the gate, she was lucky and nobody noticed her in the midst of the crowd. After her escape, Samantha found her way back to Tortuga and quickly scouted a beautiful Smuggler ship that she desperately wants to steal. Now all she needs is a decent crew and ship to become Captain Cross
FLAG
Although the Hydra is known to fly the flags of all nations to avoid pursuit when necessary, this is the flag she usually carries.
THE HYDRA
Originally a smuggler vessel, the Hydra is built for speed and highly maneuverable. Rumored to be one of the fastest ships in existence, it's sleek design and the beautiful figurehead of a three headed hydra draws attention everywhere it goes. To cut down on the weight of the vessel, the Hydra only carries eight cannons, four on both sides. In combat the ship highly depends on it´s speed and maneuverability to avoid serious damage until the crew is close enough to board, or outrun a foe that's too heavily armed to attack.
The Hydra isn't a big ship compared to others and it's two masts are more than enough to have the vessel move at top speed. Built as a smuggler of the highest class, the hold is surprisingly spacious for a ship this size and hidden compartments are scattered around the vessel. To achieve such a feat, the ship is stripped down to it's bare essentials and doesn't have a prison hold and other such luxuries.
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TWENTY THREE ࿂ ALYSSA MILANO ࿂ ONE
TESS
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RP SAMPLE. <3
The lonesome cry of the war horn made a shiver run down Jessica's spine and she could feel the tiny hairs in her neck start to rise. So it was as she feared... The Fell were on the move. She had been wandering through these woods for the last three days, tracking down the undead and rid the world from the abominations that had crossed her path. Fear had filled her heart as she read the trails and Jessica had tried to tell herself that she was wrong. Never before had the woman seen so many of the Fell banded together as the tracks told her. It couldn't be right, it just couldn't be... But after hearing the horn die out so abruptly, Jess knew that she had made a mistake.
The sound had come from the east and if her memory didn't betray her, the small village that she visited two days ago to get some supplies was the only settlement in that direction. If only she believed herself, she would have been able to warn them of the dangers that lurked around their peaceful settlement. Not that they would've believed her though, she'd seen the looks that those poor, superstitious farmers had given her... They never dared to say it, but Jessica knew how their feeble minds worked. To them she was a freak, a monster... Just like the Fell that were attacking their village now. She was used to be treated like that now, having a tail and pointy ears since the day you were born did that to you and at this point she couldn't care less. It was just the curse she had to bear, the curse of the House of Noth.
Patting her trusted companion on his neck, Jessica whispered some reassuring words in the black stallions ears before urging it to make haste. She knew that Noche wouldn't fail her. He was one of the renowned horses that were bred in her homeland of Sauria and she had trained him from the beginning. Whatever they would face, she could count on her trusty steed to carry her into battle. Racing through the woods as fast as she could, Jessica shivered again as the cool mist touched her skin. She was getting closer now and the terrifying screams of the dying and the wounded were carried through the fog. She could only imagine the horrors that she would see the moment that the mist cleared and she would lay eyes on the carnage the Fell left behind.
Breaking through the tree line, Jess spurred her horse to go even faster to cross the open field as she tried to ignore the massacre that she witnessed before her. Countless of people had been slaughtered before they could reach the gates of the settlement and even those that managed to make it through them hadn't been safe. The Fell and Demons had broken through the gates and flushed into the settlement to wreak havoc and carnage. Still moving at top speed, Jess guided her steed towards the gates as she took in a deep breath of air before pulling out her beloved sword. For generations the sword had aided the Dukes of Noth in every battle and she was convinced that it wouldn't fail her now. Forged in the depths of the dwarven stronghold, the blade was a perfect mesh of steel and silver and engraved with runes from forgotten times.
Maneuvering through the narrow streets of the settlement of Hoakes, Jess ran down some unlucky Fell that crossed her path and it was crushed under Noche's hooves. All that was left was a pile of broken bones and ripped cloth as the Duchess of Noth rounded the corner while swinging her blade at another one of the undead, cutting its skeleton head clean off. Hopefully that would be enough to stop him. Following her ears, she maneuvered her horse in the direction of the back gate where some brave guards were making their final stance as wave after wave of the undead washed over them.
In full gallop and with a feral cry, she urged her steed to rush forward, deep into the lines of the Fell. Swinging her blade around manically, Jessica tried to force her way through the lines of the undead as her steed kicked and trashed at the cursed skeleton remains. She never knew what hit her, but some blunt object crashed into her stomach and Jess gasped for air as she was knocked of the horse backwards. The impact had been so unexpected that her feline reflexes couldn't save her from crashing into the dirt. Without his mistress to guide him, Noche didn't ignore his natural instinct any more and fled, trashing more of the Fell as it carved a path through the lines.
Although the blow had forced all air out of the woman's lungs, Jessica was back on her feet in mere seconds with her blade firmly in her grips. She knew that she had to cut her way through the crowd and reach the guards, if she wanted to survive this carnage. Swinging the sword of Noth in a big circle as another scream escaped her lips, Jess managed to cut one of the dreaded Fell in have. Her green feline eyes flashed around and she saw another brave soul charge the undead lines, wielding a huge bastard sword. A grin played around the Lady's lips as she figured that he had to be just as crazy as her to attempt such a suicide mission, crazy and brave...
The Fell in front of her stepped back and for a moment Jess was convinced that she had scared them, but then it appeared. Larger than any man and uglier than a dwarf woman, the demon stepped forward. Waving a large warhammer around, he crashed it into some of the Fell that didn't get out of the way on time with his black, godless eyes fixed on Jess. Swallowing hard, Jessica tightened her grip around her sword as her eyes grew cold and her ears flattened on the top of her skull, "Bring it on... I'll send you back to where you belong, demon!" With a quick roll to her right, she was able to avoid the first swing of the mighty hammer, but a rusty sword cut through the skin of her back and Jess howled in pain. Spinning around on the spot she wielded her sword and decapitated the Fell that had attacked her in one clean swipe. She could hear the heavy sound of the demon's footfall as he charged her even in the midst of battle and saw the shadow of the warhammer crashing down again. Too late to get out of the way, Jessica's only choice was to block it with her sword. Luckily her sword was strong enough to stop the attack, but Jessica was forced to her knees as the towering demon prepared for another swing.
The sound had come from the east and if her memory didn't betray her, the small village that she visited two days ago to get some supplies was the only settlement in that direction. If only she believed herself, she would have been able to warn them of the dangers that lurked around their peaceful settlement. Not that they would've believed her though, she'd seen the looks that those poor, superstitious farmers had given her... They never dared to say it, but Jessica knew how their feeble minds worked. To them she was a freak, a monster... Just like the Fell that were attacking their village now. She was used to be treated like that now, having a tail and pointy ears since the day you were born did that to you and at this point she couldn't care less. It was just the curse she had to bear, the curse of the House of Noth.
Patting her trusted companion on his neck, Jessica whispered some reassuring words in the black stallions ears before urging it to make haste. She knew that Noche wouldn't fail her. He was one of the renowned horses that were bred in her homeland of Sauria and she had trained him from the beginning. Whatever they would face, she could count on her trusty steed to carry her into battle. Racing through the woods as fast as she could, Jessica shivered again as the cool mist touched her skin. She was getting closer now and the terrifying screams of the dying and the wounded were carried through the fog. She could only imagine the horrors that she would see the moment that the mist cleared and she would lay eyes on the carnage the Fell left behind.
Breaking through the tree line, Jess spurred her horse to go even faster to cross the open field as she tried to ignore the massacre that she witnessed before her. Countless of people had been slaughtered before they could reach the gates of the settlement and even those that managed to make it through them hadn't been safe. The Fell and Demons had broken through the gates and flushed into the settlement to wreak havoc and carnage. Still moving at top speed, Jess guided her steed towards the gates as she took in a deep breath of air before pulling out her beloved sword. For generations the sword had aided the Dukes of Noth in every battle and she was convinced that it wouldn't fail her now. Forged in the depths of the dwarven stronghold, the blade was a perfect mesh of steel and silver and engraved with runes from forgotten times.
Maneuvering through the narrow streets of the settlement of Hoakes, Jess ran down some unlucky Fell that crossed her path and it was crushed under Noche's hooves. All that was left was a pile of broken bones and ripped cloth as the Duchess of Noth rounded the corner while swinging her blade at another one of the undead, cutting its skeleton head clean off. Hopefully that would be enough to stop him. Following her ears, she maneuvered her horse in the direction of the back gate where some brave guards were making their final stance as wave after wave of the undead washed over them.
In full gallop and with a feral cry, she urged her steed to rush forward, deep into the lines of the Fell. Swinging her blade around manically, Jessica tried to force her way through the lines of the undead as her steed kicked and trashed at the cursed skeleton remains. She never knew what hit her, but some blunt object crashed into her stomach and Jess gasped for air as she was knocked of the horse backwards. The impact had been so unexpected that her feline reflexes couldn't save her from crashing into the dirt. Without his mistress to guide him, Noche didn't ignore his natural instinct any more and fled, trashing more of the Fell as it carved a path through the lines.
Although the blow had forced all air out of the woman's lungs, Jessica was back on her feet in mere seconds with her blade firmly in her grips. She knew that she had to cut her way through the crowd and reach the guards, if she wanted to survive this carnage. Swinging the sword of Noth in a big circle as another scream escaped her lips, Jess managed to cut one of the dreaded Fell in have. Her green feline eyes flashed around and she saw another brave soul charge the undead lines, wielding a huge bastard sword. A grin played around the Lady's lips as she figured that he had to be just as crazy as her to attempt such a suicide mission, crazy and brave...
The Fell in front of her stepped back and for a moment Jess was convinced that she had scared them, but then it appeared. Larger than any man and uglier than a dwarf woman, the demon stepped forward. Waving a large warhammer around, he crashed it into some of the Fell that didn't get out of the way on time with his black, godless eyes fixed on Jess. Swallowing hard, Jessica tightened her grip around her sword as her eyes grew cold and her ears flattened on the top of her skull, "Bring it on... I'll send you back to where you belong, demon!" With a quick roll to her right, she was able to avoid the first swing of the mighty hammer, but a rusty sword cut through the skin of her back and Jess howled in pain. Spinning around on the spot she wielded her sword and decapitated the Fell that had attacked her in one clean swipe. She could hear the heavy sound of the demon's footfall as he charged her even in the midst of battle and saw the shadow of the warhammer crashing down again. Too late to get out of the way, Jessica's only choice was to block it with her sword. Luckily her sword was strong enough to stop the attack, but Jessica was forced to her knees as the towering demon prepared for another swing.
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Seriously, I had all the history typed out and I don't know what happened to it. Luckily I saved it. xD 