BENNETT, hanna

[HANNA BENNETT]

HANNA BENNETT




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[/b]: Hanna
SURNAME: Bennett
ALIAS: People usually just stick to Hanna or Bennett. The occasional “BLOODY HELL, LASS!” occurs, too.
TITLE: “No such thing as a title for me. I’m nought but a mere civillian. Even though one must admit, Lady Bennett does have a very Aristocrat...Ish-y sound to it...”
AGE: Twenty Three
AFFILIATION: Civillian
BRANDED?: Thankfully not!
RANK: N/A
SHIP: N/A

࿂ DESCRIBE YESELF![/color]

”I find this question kind of awkward? I mean, how is someone supposed to describe themself without sounding either highly coincited or just... Too proud? Unless, the person who does the describing of their own person IS either coincited or highly proud... I am neither of those, let me assure you... ERM! I guess one could say I’m of average height and weight. I do look to be a bit on the thinner side, but not to the point of looking ill or starved. I stand at about Five foot and an inch, and just precisely how much I weight is a mystery to me. My hair is long, brown, wavy, and tangled at all times. Me ‘ma used to say it had a mind of it’s own, and that it was as stubborn as me. I do run a brush through it daily, because unlike most o’ the other people on the little piece of land I call home (That would be Tortuga to you), I care about my own personal appearence. I still keep it simple, though. Brush the tangle of hair I have so that it doesn’t look too unkept, a bit of powder, maybe some kohl if available at the moment, and out the door I go.

But as soon as a bit of a seabreeze hits me, the work put on my hair is ruined... Oh well. My eyes are blue. Not sea blue, not sky blue, just... Blue. I have a bit of a tan from spending the majority of my free time outside, the tan being mostly on my face. My lips are... Pink, and pretty normal... Other than the fact that when I smile, they tend to stretch in a kind of awkward way and look a bit long... I’m lucky enough to have normal teeth, none has gone missing, and they be relatively white. I have no special feature whatsoever, other than a scar on my cheekbone, right under my eye. Got tha’ when I fell down a rock, back when I was but a little lass. I seem to hold myself in a rather correct posture, because I don’t have back problems. I do have a bit of a slouch to my shoulder when I sit down, but then I don’t like sitting down, so ye know. I always walk fast, and people seem to think I’m always in a hurry because o’ that.

Erm.. what else... I dress... Normaly? I never had the money to buy myself an extravagant dress or anything of the like, but I do have a few that are erm... Pretty? I barely ever wear those, though, because most of my time is spent tending the patrons at the tavern. And when that is the case, I wear one of my duller dress, because one way or another, liquor will find it's way to my clothes during the evening. That got me a few remarks from the owner of my work place, he says I should dress like the ‘other ladies’, these ‘other ladies’ being the ones that you are sure to see at every corner... wenches, of course! I don’t do that. I don’t dress like them. I don’t even remorsely want to, either. This is not something fit for me... I've been seen crossdressing before. I have worn breeches and a mans shirt. I am not ashamed of it. It's much more convenient. But I guess on a normal day, my attire would consist of my favorite, gray tattered skirt,(Yes, 'ma. It's ripped at the bottom and all, I had to cut it plenty o' time so that now it reaches my knees... But I like it) one of my white shirt, and my black vest. I have a frock I stole from my brother, it's brown and also worn a bit, but eh! ”

࿂ WHAT GIVES YE PLEASURE?

”I like being outside. The sun, the wind, the sea... Seeing the outter world makes you realize just how small you are, doesn’t it?! Yet people accomplish great, grand things, they are known (Oh some of ‘hem are known for the ‘bad reason’, I’ll give you that, but it’s still better than nothin’ ain’t it?!) across the seven seas... Many a day, I’ll be seen at the docks, where I take time to observe how the crew of this or that ship works. If I were to be honest, I pay more attention to their ship, really. Fascinating things, they are. Company is something I enjoy. People always have stories to tell, and that be another thing I like. Someone who can keep me entertained will be someone I like, that be certain! I like being busy, and thankfully my ‘job’, if you want to call it that, keeps me so. See, Tortuga is always swarming with people. And that means, the taverns and pubs and inns are always full of loud, drunken people. And drunk people are often the most entertaining of them all, are they not?! That is... Until they start fighting. But watching a good fight, that is something enjoyable. As long as you don’t get involved in it... Unless that’s your thing. I like learning new stuff. I wasn’t lucky enough to be schooled (Is there even a real scholar here...?!), but my dad did teach me to read. So any time I can learn about something new, I’ll take my chance!

࿂ WHAT MAKES YE ANGRY?[/color]

"Ugh. I dislike moody people. Someone who can't seem to see the world as anything but dim, dark and gray shouldn't be let out of their house. I don't like storms . Or well, if I'm on land, they don't bother me as much. But say I'm at sea, than that is something I can't stand (Not like I was at sea all that often either... Actually, make that three times. And one of those times, I was on the ship for two days... Does that even count?!). And whenever it's storming in Tortuga, I have a little thought for my brothers who are most certainly and likely sailing. I hate being treated like a wench, because my being of the female gender and in Tortuga does not automatically make me a lady of the night. I also am one to strongly dislike the Royal Navy and the East India Trading Company. Why? One, the Navy took one of my brothers from me. These men are pompeous pricks who believe that them serving for the King, makes them as Royal as said His Majesty. The only thing that’s close to Royal about them is that they’re a royal pain in the arse. Two, the EITC. Even worst than the navy, they are. They can stay as far away as they can, Tortuga doesn’t want o’ them.

࿂ WHAT DO YE HIDE?[/color]

”Don’t let it be known to me ‘ma, because it would break her ol’ heart to even think about something like tha’... But ever since me bastard of a brother joined his highness’ royal Navy, I’ve been scared to death that he would come here on a mission to kill us. Irrational, I know. Stupid as he may be, he couldn’t kill his own family... But it’s one of my fears. I deeply regret not having spend as much time with Samuel and ‘da as I should have. Especialy dad. Anytime he came to shore, I’d spend more times with my brothers, running around his ship (to the crews displeasure) than we spent with him. I’m scared for my brother, Joseph. I sometimes have nightmares o’ him being hanged... And secrets? This will sound horrible, but I wish I could get out of here, go live the life o’ my brothers. I can’t. I have to take care of me mother... But I wish I could.”

࿂ WHAT SKILLS DO YE POSSES?[/color]

”Skills... well, that one is fairly easy! See, I do work at the tavern on an almost daily basis (Almost, because I do have one day a week to catch up on me beauty sleep, mind you...) but that occupation o’ mine does not bathe me in shillings. It is a fine job, I like it and all, and it is SURE better than being a strumpet... But I often find myself in need of something more thrilling. Something... That will bring more coins in my pocket. And that bring me to skill number one; pick-pocketing. Ye see, whenever one practices that fine art, there is always danger lurking around the corner, ready to come out and bite you in the arse. Had I live in any other place, I probably could get sent to jail, get branded (Unlikely, considering the island I live on), or... worse, for doing it.

The population of the island consisting mostly and almost entirely of pirate or people who are associated with pirates makes it a bit less dangerous. Or well, not that they aren’t dangerous. Almost got meself killed once or twice, but I usually do a good job and don’t get caught. I ain’t one to do this on a daily basis, but ye know... A lass’ gotta do what she’s gotta do to survive! And this brings me to my second skill; if I have to defend meself, I can do it fairly well. Growing up with five older brothers has to leave it’s mark, doesn’t it? My brothers teached me how to use my fists, and I can throw a bloody good punch, that I can. I also know how to handle a sword, even if it’s not my forte and I don’t practice (Or want to) daily or anything. I do carry a dagger on meself at all time, just in case. I have an old cutlass at my place, and once again, that’s in case anything bad happens. Other than that, I’ll use me bony fists!

Pistols? No. Just, no. I hate them. Terrified of them, even. Had one o’ them pointed at me head before, some scallywag thought he could just have it ‘his way’ with me... I grabbed a rock. And I broke his nose. Last I saw of the bloody man, he was unconscious on the ground. Good for him. Never saw him again. I just hate pistols, though. I don’t like the idea of someone having the power to kill you from far away. And then... I have a short fuse. I do get mad quite fast, and I don’t deal with things too good when I’m mad. I just tend to yell and if the person doesn’t back down, well who knows. I just may have to use skill number two against them! I usually can talk my way out of things, though... Or well. I try to. Doesn’t always work.

࿂ HOW DO YE ACT?[/color]

”That one is even harder than the Describe Yerself one... But we’ll start with the obvious. I am stubborn. I know it, and any one who happens to know me knows it as well. It’s not always a good thing, mind ye, because more often than not, my being stubborn leads me to get sidetracked from what it is I should really be doing. I don’t just drop it and keep going with my day, I actually argue and convince and talk and fight until I get what I want. But then, isn’t it a good thing to be that ‘determined’ to get what you want? I do have a bit o’ a sharp tongue, not gonna lie! I am a bit of a restless girl, and I don’t like having nothing to do. I don’t like standing still, it just makes me uncomfortable. I always try to keep my mind and hands busy. Fidgeting, stomping, shuffling, tapping my foot, drumming my fingers, pulling at this or that, name it, I know it all. Erm... I’ve always been curious. A bit nosy, my ‘ma called me. I just like to know what is happening, I don’t mean any wrong!

Not like I heavesdrop, nothing of the likes... But if I really have to... Ha! I can be a bit blunt at times, but again, no harm intended! My mouth just seems to work faster than my brains, in some situations. And that mouth o’ mine... well, let’s just say, it’s not the mouth of a ‘proper lady’. I have no problem with swearing and saying what’s on me mind. Got me in trouble in the past, will get me in trouble in the future, but what can I say, that’s jus’ how I am. I’ve been told I was a bit naive before, and who am I to argue? One could tell me a story he made up, and if he makes if to be the least bit probable, I will most likely believe him. I am not dumb, though, I will not fall for just about anything, but erm... Sometimes I do lack of common sense, I guess you could say. I often realize how gullible I have been a bit later, but ya know. I am pretty decently loud, in a way that I don’t just sit in the corner and fan myself while listening to other people talk. I put my opinion in, I state my mind, and if ye don’t like if, then bugger off. I do respect ‘authority’, though, meaning I respect my elders... In a way. If the Navy was to show up, I’m not too sure I’d RESPECT them. Not like they respect us, anyways. Thank the lord we don’t see ‘hem around a lot those days.”

࿂ WOULD YE BE MISSED?[/color]
Mother;; Emmaline (53 years old) and Father;;Jules Bennett (Deceased)
George Bennett - 35 - Merchant Sailor
Joseph Bennett - 31 - Pirate
Samuel Bennett - Deceased
Aiden Bennett - 28 - Merchant Sailor
Richard Bennet - 26 - Royal Navy Officer

”Me ‘ma is named Emmaline Bennett, née White. She got married to me dad, Jules Bennett, who died about four years ago. My brother, Samuel, who also happened to be on the same ship, couldn’t escape that faith. George and Aiden, thirty five and tventy eight of age, are merchant sailor, just like my dad and Samuel were. Richard, the youngest of five sons, is a Royal Navy Officer. Haven’t heard of him in about ten years, don’t care about it either. He chose his faith, good for him. Me, I don’t want to have anything to do with his lot. My brother Joseph, he’s a pirate, and he’s probably me favorite of the lot. Strong lad, he is. Terrifies me ‘ma with his story of plundering and all, but he does what he does! Joe, George, Aiden and myself are all pretty close. They be the ones who showed me how to fight... And Joseph teached me how to pickpocket. We all help our ‘ma the best we could. I can’t complain. There’s food on the table and a roof over our heads, that’s all we really need.”

࿂ YER STORY![/color]

"well as stated before, me name is Hanna Bennet. En-chan-tée. I was born the youngest of six children, all of my five older brothers being boys. Me dad, rest his soul, was a merchant sailor, and had met me mother while his ship had lowered anchor at some port. I'll spare the details about how they fell in love and bla bla bla, but eventually they got married. They was still young, my parents. Me 'ma was 16, and me dad, well, he was twenty four. 'Ma got pregnant, and my dad found it harder and harder to leave her behind when he had to sail off. Especially, when my oldest brother was born. It didn't get any better when mother dear started giving birth like there was no tommorow! Erm. Anyhow. Five kids later, I was born. The first and only daughter of Emmeline and Jules Bennett. See, I was born and raised here. Tortuga isn't exactly the best place to raise your kids to the eyes of many, but it does have it's good sides. As we grew up, we learned to be on guard, to stay alert... we didn't have it easy, what with my dad always at sea, but my 'ma did a good job, alright.

Growing up vas pretty easy. My mom took good care of me, and when I was five, George, my oldest brother, decided to follow into my fathers footsteps. Little did we know, that it would be the case for all of my brothers. Or well, they followed his lead and decided that the sea was calling at them far too strongly to ignore it. . Sadly.... One o' them, Samuel, was sailing on the same ship as my 'da when they hit a bad storm. They were both lost to the sea, but I find comfort into thinking that they did what they loved until the very end. Two o' my remaining brother are Merchant Sailor, one actually enlisted himself, when he was old enough, to the royal navy (Never heard o' him since...) And as for the other brother? Let me tell ye... Joseph is actually, right at this moment, right now, sailing on a pirate ship. My 'ma is terrified for him, she be fearing he'll get hanged or killed in a battle, but Joe is a strong one. The three o' my brothers that I still see, they come visit whenever they dock here. They help me and 'ma, with what we need. Me, being a lass, well I can't exactly do like they do. Merchants don't want a woman on their ship, and the Navy even if they let ladies join them, I'd stay as far as I possibly can from them... I wish I could go at sea all the time, but I'm a woman. "IT'S NOT MY PLACE TO BE ON A SHIP", they say. Still, I probably know as much about sailing as many a man into town. Having a family of sailors, I'm not what one would call 'useless and ignorant' when it comes to sailing... My father would sometimes let me come aboard the ship he worked on, when I was younger. And my brothers enjoyed taking me to the docks and showing me, teaching me, explaining what the use was for different parts of a ship.

MMh... Anyhow. My 'ma doesn't work, ye see. She's getting a bit... Old. And it's my 'duty' to take care o' her, seein' how I'm the one left at home (Some say I should be married by now, But that's completely out of the question. No MARRIAGE. Not. At. All.). So I found a job. See, my mom has been friends with the tavern keeper of the faithful bride for many years. Him and his wife, they both are getting old, and they could use the help. So I started working for them. The pay is alright, the job is... Erm, alright. I basically bring already drunken men their rum, mead or grog. Don't mistake me for a wench, I'll have none o' that. I'll decide of my company and not have them pay for my... You know! Ever since I've been keeping busy there, I've met quite a few interesting people. Pirates seem to enjoy telling fellow outlaws their story. And me being the curious girl I am.. I just happen to listen to them a bit too often, I guess. I do my work, though, so who's to complain!

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TWENTY ࿂ EMILY BLUNT ࿂ SEVEN YEARS+
MARIE

RP SAMPLE. <3

Of course, this has absolutely nothing to do with Hanna whatsoever, and it is quite old... But... I couldn't find anything else. )=

Oh so, feeling a bit antisocial, were we? These words only made Zaira smirk a bit more... She had no intentions of talking to him, but now that he had mentionned it... She probably would. But not at the moment. She was going to observe him, just for a short while, seeing how he hadn't even looked up at her or anything.... Wasn't he the guy who had 'hired' her? She did remember him from somewhere, sometime, but she wasn't exactly sure of who he was. Apollo or something, she did know that was his name, but she only remembered because it seemed to fit the man quit well... He looked unbelievably self confident, and seemed to think that he was the best person to have ever existed. which, Zaira would disagree to the notion, but if it let him sleep at night...

Finally, he looked at her. And apparently, he found some kind of expression to match hers. A smirk lingered on his lips, his eyes narrowing slightly... He spoke to her, in a tone close to bitterness, which left the young brunette highly unimpressed. When he mentioned the redbull, Zaira looked down at the silver and blue can, before letting her eyes wander back to the older man that sat on the carpet. Who was he to tell her what was classy or not? She raised a brow, before taking a long gulp of the drink, letting a long sigh of delight escape her lips. She hadn't spoken a word, yet. But no words were needed, for her face probably spoke enough for itself.... She had that look that said 'Do I really care?' on her feature. Eyebrow raised, lips pulled down in the slightest hint of a frown, her left hand on the counter carelessly as she leaned lazily against it... Yes.

But the young woman finally moved. She walked toward a couch, one that wasn't too far from the other, and she let herself fall back in the pillows lazily, careful not to spill her drink on herself... Hell, she wouldn't waste it, at that point a redbull was right about the most precious thing in the wolrd, in her sleepy eyes. "Do I really care about what's classy or not in your opinion, or not?" she finaly spoke, her voice a bit low and husky, probably from that long period of silence in which she had been filling out stupid papers. She cleared her throat, and looked up at the ceilling as if she was actually thinking about it, raising a hand to lightly tap a long, thin finger against her pale pink lips. "No. I deffinetly don't." she added, crossing her left leg over her right one, and settling herself comfortably on the couch, hands resting on her jeans clad laps.

"Because all I want to do, is get out of this hell hole. And it looks like we're both stuck doing stupid paperworks, even at that time, so don't bitch at me about the redbull, because you probably need or WANT one as much as me." she finished, probably too smooth about this whole situation. Hell, she had never watched her words. She didn't care about whatever kind of authority he had over her. Pfft, if he fired her, it would give her a good reason to forget all about this shit job she was doing. Plus....
It just wasn't in her habits to be 'nice and polite'. No matter who the person she was adressing her words to was.

She took another drink of the can, before putting it down on the ground, leaning forward, and resting her elbows on her knees, and proping her chin her the palm of her hands. She then just kept looking at Apollo, for the simple fact that it seemed to annoy him, and maybe because... She was bored, and tired, and then there that was the fact that he was relatively.... hot. But that's another story. She wasn't in the mood to deal with this whole 'You're hot' situation... Ha. But maybe... Talking with someone would do her some good, change her mind and all. Because what she really wanted, at that exact same moment, was to get her mind off all those sheets of paper... She shruddered slightly at the thought of the pile of work she still had to do, pile which she knew was on the left upper corner of her desk.... Patiently waiting. And hell, it would wait, she had no intention to get back to that stuff anytime soon!

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