Post by Victoria on Jan 23, 2010 23:59:42 GMT -5
Name: Victoria “V” Read
Character: Hunter
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Hometown:London, England
Nationality: English
Description: A slender, 5’ 6” woman, Victoria has a somewhat intimidating, toned build, yet with soft features. Essentially raised on a ship at sea, her body is accustomed to harsh weather and she is physically strong. She has hazel eyes and natural long, blonde, wavy hair, though in the winter, it darkens to brown. She prefers to wear comfortable clothing, though while pirating, she often sports a pirate’s hat, and may even don traditional pirate clothing, merely for dramatics. Victoria tends to disregard modesty and will wear whatever she sees fit to wear, even if it shows a little too much skin. She highly dislikes skirts and dresses, and will avoid wearing either if possible.
Personality: Victoria is a bold, upfront woman who speaks what is on her mind, and genreally ignores common courtesies. Not accustomed to act with manners, she can be rude. Victoria lives by her own set of rules instead of by the law, although she does follow the traditional tenets of pirate code, believing that too many modern pirates have no dignity in their work. She is insistent on people addressing her as “Captain,” or to use the nickname “V,” and hates anything other than her full name and those two forms of address, especially “Vicky.” Used to thievery, Victoria is a kleptomaniac and will steal compulsively, even if she has no need for money. Witty and intelligent, she will use whatever technique possible to get what she wants, including, but not limited to bribery, seduction, and blackmail.
Though irresponsible as far as personal matters are concerned, when commanding her ship, she never fails to win the admiration and trust of her crew. Highly feared on the seas for her agility and skill in theiving as well as dueling, her shipmates adore her to the point of treating her like a goddess. She is fair with her crew, distributes shares of loot evenly, is always able to maintain order on her ship, and punishes culprits accordingly. No one dares to disobey her, and she knows it. Quite confident in her abilities, Victoria has a rather inflated ego. This often gets her into trouble, but she is always able to escape any sticky situation she finds herself in with her cunning and sly personality.
Bio/History:Descendant of Mary Read, one of the only two woman pirates to be convicted during the 1700s, the Golden Age of Piracy, Victoria prides herself of her ancestry and takes it to heart, believing that piracy is her destiny. Born on her father’s ship, “The Pride,” she has always lived out at sea and cannot fathom life on land. Her mother, Emily, died when she was 5 years-old in a pirating scheme gone awry, and therefore Victoria was chiefly raised by her father, Edward Read. When her father died (in a similar situation to that of her mother), she took over his ship at the age of eighteen and renamed it “The Lust.” There was no opposition to her standing as captain. Even at such a young age, the crew already feared and respected her, seeing her as both a daughter figure and a leader.
Victoria absolutely adores her ship, and treats it as if it were her own child, affectionately dubbing her “Lusty.” The Lust itself is a Lafayette class, frigate warship, stolen from the French by her father, and passed down to her. It is a stealth unit, equipped with crotale missiles (short-range air missles), exocets (anti-ship missiles), and Aster 15s (surface-to-air missiles), and can accommodate a helicopter, though the ship does not have one. It was chosen by her father for its ability to leave little to no radar signature. If detected, the radar cross section would show up the same as that of a fishing boat. It has glass-reinforced plastic, and is armored in Kevlar, a synthetic fiber. There is an anchor on the stem, and the deck is internal, whereas the bow is not. The ship originally had two masts, but one was destroyed, as that one was used for communication with the French military. The one that remains is used for the ship’s radar.
After her captainhood of the Lust, determined to not meet the same fate as that of her mother and father, Victoria sought out Phorcys, a greek sea god and father of a variety of sea monsters. Phorcys, enemy of Poseidon, promised her safety on the sea and successful pirating ventures if she in turn killed Nereids, the 50 daughters of Nereus and Doris, who often accompany Poseidon. Victoria agreed, and quickly rose to fame in the world of pirates. However, by the time she had killed 20 Nereids or so, Poseidon was deeply angered. Noticing that attacks on her ship by typically friendly creatures were becoming more frequent, she stopped going after the Nereids, knowing that if she continued, Phorcys’s protection would be no match for Poseidon’s wrath. However, in ceasing her attacks, Phorcys took notice and in retaliation, sent his children to attack her. Pursued by both malevolent and benevolent sea gods, Victoria was sailing in the Carribean shores of northern Venezuela when both gods lanched a simultaneous attack on her ship. In an attempt to escape, the Lust was swept away by the current, and seeing no other option, Victoria decided to make a landing in the ports of Galveston, Texas, hiding her ship in a cave, leaving her with no choice but to remain on land.
Rp Sample:
“Come on, you lily livered, good for nothing sons-of…you can’t leave now!” Victoria shouted.
Her crew was abandoning her. Marooning their captain, essentially.
Darcy, one of the older sailors, turned around and gave her a sympathetic look. “Apologies, Cap’n, but this here ship and ye, yous nothin’ but bad luck. We do love ye, believe us, like our very own daughter. But we need to eat, we need to live. We be ending up in Davy Jones Locker if we stick wit ye much longer. Many of us ‘ave already been injured, almos’ killed within the past years. Ye had yer run. Yer an awful skilled lass, ye be findin’ somethin’ worth doin’ on land, ye’ll see. Just remember, lass, heed my word,” he said, approaching her, “do not go back out te the sea! Them gods are after ye, and who knows how long it’ll be ‘fore they stop sendin’ them monsters to kill ye.” His face was grave, and then he looked down, looked back up, and put his hand on her shoulder. “...Best of luck, Cap’n V. If ye ever need us…well, we be at sea somewhere, I know ye’ll find us.”
And with that, he was off. The man scuttled back to the rest of the solemn, weary crew, now several feet away.
“Fine!” Victoria yelled, her voice echoing loudly through the cave. “To bloody hell with all of you, you bilge-sucking dogs! You’re all going to want to come crawling back, and when you do, I’ll feed you to the sharks, you weevil eating, grog-snarfing wenches! The minute you get on someone else’s ship, you’ll be sorry you ever left me!” Whirling around, she turned to face her now empty ship, The Lust. Running a hand through her hair, she let out a sigh of frustration. Then, she went over to her ship, let her head rest against the metal, and with a clenched fist, hit the side lightly. “Good for nothing crew. I hope they rot at sea,” she whispered to herself after they were gone. What would she do now? …Going back out to sea was absolutely out of the question. Especially alone. She’d be dead before she left the port. …In fact, being near the shore itself was dangerous. If she stayed there, one of Phorcys’s little “children” would be after her in no time, once they figured out where she was. Or worse yet, one of Poseidon’s oh-so-faithful followers. She shuddered. Damn Greek gods. They weren’t any better than her crew, she thought bitterly. She looked up at her ship. Lusty looked so lonely, all beat up and abandoned in the empty cave. “I’m sorry, my dear, but you’ll have to stay here,” she said, rubbing the metal affectionately. “I’ll come back to check on you, I promise. And don’t worry, your safety mechanisms are all set up, and anchors are in place. No one’s gonna be taking you or setting one single dirty footstep on your bow.”
With difficulty, she walked away from her ship. Lusty was her baby, but at that moment, her life was in danger. She would have to leave her ship there for a while, at least until she figured out what was going to happen next. A half-hour or so later, Victoria found herself at a local bar in Galveston, Texas, the port where she had landed. She made sure to be well away from the ocean. Her hair was still wet, as were her jeans, boots, and white flannel shirt, which earned her stares as she walked in. Filthy land-lovers, she thought to herself as she sat on a barstool. “Give me some spiced rum, will ya’?” she barked at the bartender as she walked by. The girl stared at her for a minute, then blinked, but complied to her command anyway. Shortly after, the girl was back with a mug, which Victoria took without so much as a single thanks. She had no intent of paying for it either. The girl wouldn’t even notice. Besides, one mug of free rum was hardly enough tribute to grace the presence of Captain V—-she was being generous in not taking more.
But back to more pressing matters, she thought as she took a deep gulp of the rum, then set it down with a clank on the counter. What would she do now that she had no crew, and two angry sea gods set on killing her? It was obvious she would have to bide her time on land. But how? Doing what? Victoria took a sip of the rum, and upon placing it down, licked her lips. Dammit, I hate land! What the hell is person supposed to do if they’re not sailing a ship?!
Suddenly, the bartender girl came back. Victoria tried not to make eye contact, but the girl stood there looking stupid, until Victoria finally aised her eyes. “Yeah, what do you want?” she snapped.
“Are you Victoria?” the girl asked hesitantly.
“That depends on who’s asking.”
“Well, some guy asked me to give you this,” she said, practically shoving the envelope into Victoria’s hands.
“Some ‘guy’ eh?” Victoria muttered. The girl rushed off to another customer as soon as the envelope was in Victoria’s possession. Clearly, the child did not want to talk to her. No matter, because she wasn’t in much of a talking mood anyway. She pulled out the leaflet of paper, and unfolded it.
Her eyes scanned the second line of the letter.Dean and Sam, Dean and Sam, Dean and Sam… Victoria racked her brain for the memory of perhaps two fellow pirate mates, but she knew none by the name. Samuel Earnest, she knew. But not Sam Winchester. And she most certainly did not know a Casey. Cassandra Williams...perhaps? She had never even met a Dean, and the last name…Winchester. That was completely new. But the envelope was addressed to her. Bloody hell, how’d someone get my name?! Better not be damn port officials.
Character: Hunter
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Hometown:London, England
Nationality: English
Description: A slender, 5’ 6” woman, Victoria has a somewhat intimidating, toned build, yet with soft features. Essentially raised on a ship at sea, her body is accustomed to harsh weather and she is physically strong. She has hazel eyes and natural long, blonde, wavy hair, though in the winter, it darkens to brown. She prefers to wear comfortable clothing, though while pirating, she often sports a pirate’s hat, and may even don traditional pirate clothing, merely for dramatics. Victoria tends to disregard modesty and will wear whatever she sees fit to wear, even if it shows a little too much skin. She highly dislikes skirts and dresses, and will avoid wearing either if possible.
Personality: Victoria is a bold, upfront woman who speaks what is on her mind, and genreally ignores common courtesies. Not accustomed to act with manners, she can be rude. Victoria lives by her own set of rules instead of by the law, although she does follow the traditional tenets of pirate code, believing that too many modern pirates have no dignity in their work. She is insistent on people addressing her as “Captain,” or to use the nickname “V,” and hates anything other than her full name and those two forms of address, especially “Vicky.” Used to thievery, Victoria is a kleptomaniac and will steal compulsively, even if she has no need for money. Witty and intelligent, she will use whatever technique possible to get what she wants, including, but not limited to bribery, seduction, and blackmail.
Though irresponsible as far as personal matters are concerned, when commanding her ship, she never fails to win the admiration and trust of her crew. Highly feared on the seas for her agility and skill in theiving as well as dueling, her shipmates adore her to the point of treating her like a goddess. She is fair with her crew, distributes shares of loot evenly, is always able to maintain order on her ship, and punishes culprits accordingly. No one dares to disobey her, and she knows it. Quite confident in her abilities, Victoria has a rather inflated ego. This often gets her into trouble, but she is always able to escape any sticky situation she finds herself in with her cunning and sly personality.
Bio/History:Descendant of Mary Read, one of the only two woman pirates to be convicted during the 1700s, the Golden Age of Piracy, Victoria prides herself of her ancestry and takes it to heart, believing that piracy is her destiny. Born on her father’s ship, “The Pride,” she has always lived out at sea and cannot fathom life on land. Her mother, Emily, died when she was 5 years-old in a pirating scheme gone awry, and therefore Victoria was chiefly raised by her father, Edward Read. When her father died (in a similar situation to that of her mother), she took over his ship at the age of eighteen and renamed it “The Lust.” There was no opposition to her standing as captain. Even at such a young age, the crew already feared and respected her, seeing her as both a daughter figure and a leader.
Victoria absolutely adores her ship, and treats it as if it were her own child, affectionately dubbing her “Lusty.” The Lust itself is a Lafayette class, frigate warship, stolen from the French by her father, and passed down to her. It is a stealth unit, equipped with crotale missiles (short-range air missles), exocets (anti-ship missiles), and Aster 15s (surface-to-air missiles), and can accommodate a helicopter, though the ship does not have one. It was chosen by her father for its ability to leave little to no radar signature. If detected, the radar cross section would show up the same as that of a fishing boat. It has glass-reinforced plastic, and is armored in Kevlar, a synthetic fiber. There is an anchor on the stem, and the deck is internal, whereas the bow is not. The ship originally had two masts, but one was destroyed, as that one was used for communication with the French military. The one that remains is used for the ship’s radar.
After her captainhood of the Lust, determined to not meet the same fate as that of her mother and father, Victoria sought out Phorcys, a greek sea god and father of a variety of sea monsters. Phorcys, enemy of Poseidon, promised her safety on the sea and successful pirating ventures if she in turn killed Nereids, the 50 daughters of Nereus and Doris, who often accompany Poseidon. Victoria agreed, and quickly rose to fame in the world of pirates. However, by the time she had killed 20 Nereids or so, Poseidon was deeply angered. Noticing that attacks on her ship by typically friendly creatures were becoming more frequent, she stopped going after the Nereids, knowing that if she continued, Phorcys’s protection would be no match for Poseidon’s wrath. However, in ceasing her attacks, Phorcys took notice and in retaliation, sent his children to attack her. Pursued by both malevolent and benevolent sea gods, Victoria was sailing in the Carribean shores of northern Venezuela when both gods lanched a simultaneous attack on her ship. In an attempt to escape, the Lust was swept away by the current, and seeing no other option, Victoria decided to make a landing in the ports of Galveston, Texas, hiding her ship in a cave, leaving her with no choice but to remain on land.
Rp Sample:
“Come on, you lily livered, good for nothing sons-of…you can’t leave now!” Victoria shouted.
Her crew was abandoning her. Marooning their captain, essentially.
Darcy, one of the older sailors, turned around and gave her a sympathetic look. “Apologies, Cap’n, but this here ship and ye, yous nothin’ but bad luck. We do love ye, believe us, like our very own daughter. But we need to eat, we need to live. We be ending up in Davy Jones Locker if we stick wit ye much longer. Many of us ‘ave already been injured, almos’ killed within the past years. Ye had yer run. Yer an awful skilled lass, ye be findin’ somethin’ worth doin’ on land, ye’ll see. Just remember, lass, heed my word,” he said, approaching her, “do not go back out te the sea! Them gods are after ye, and who knows how long it’ll be ‘fore they stop sendin’ them monsters to kill ye.” His face was grave, and then he looked down, looked back up, and put his hand on her shoulder. “...Best of luck, Cap’n V. If ye ever need us…well, we be at sea somewhere, I know ye’ll find us.”
And with that, he was off. The man scuttled back to the rest of the solemn, weary crew, now several feet away.
“Fine!” Victoria yelled, her voice echoing loudly through the cave. “To bloody hell with all of you, you bilge-sucking dogs! You’re all going to want to come crawling back, and when you do, I’ll feed you to the sharks, you weevil eating, grog-snarfing wenches! The minute you get on someone else’s ship, you’ll be sorry you ever left me!” Whirling around, she turned to face her now empty ship, The Lust. Running a hand through her hair, she let out a sigh of frustration. Then, she went over to her ship, let her head rest against the metal, and with a clenched fist, hit the side lightly. “Good for nothing crew. I hope they rot at sea,” she whispered to herself after they were gone. What would she do now? …Going back out to sea was absolutely out of the question. Especially alone. She’d be dead before she left the port. …In fact, being near the shore itself was dangerous. If she stayed there, one of Phorcys’s little “children” would be after her in no time, once they figured out where she was. Or worse yet, one of Poseidon’s oh-so-faithful followers. She shuddered. Damn Greek gods. They weren’t any better than her crew, she thought bitterly. She looked up at her ship. Lusty looked so lonely, all beat up and abandoned in the empty cave. “I’m sorry, my dear, but you’ll have to stay here,” she said, rubbing the metal affectionately. “I’ll come back to check on you, I promise. And don’t worry, your safety mechanisms are all set up, and anchors are in place. No one’s gonna be taking you or setting one single dirty footstep on your bow.”
With difficulty, she walked away from her ship. Lusty was her baby, but at that moment, her life was in danger. She would have to leave her ship there for a while, at least until she figured out what was going to happen next. A half-hour or so later, Victoria found herself at a local bar in Galveston, Texas, the port where she had landed. She made sure to be well away from the ocean. Her hair was still wet, as were her jeans, boots, and white flannel shirt, which earned her stares as she walked in. Filthy land-lovers, she thought to herself as she sat on a barstool. “Give me some spiced rum, will ya’?” she barked at the bartender as she walked by. The girl stared at her for a minute, then blinked, but complied to her command anyway. Shortly after, the girl was back with a mug, which Victoria took without so much as a single thanks. She had no intent of paying for it either. The girl wouldn’t even notice. Besides, one mug of free rum was hardly enough tribute to grace the presence of Captain V—-she was being generous in not taking more.
But back to more pressing matters, she thought as she took a deep gulp of the rum, then set it down with a clank on the counter. What would she do now that she had no crew, and two angry sea gods set on killing her? It was obvious she would have to bide her time on land. But how? Doing what? Victoria took a sip of the rum, and upon placing it down, licked her lips. Dammit, I hate land! What the hell is person supposed to do if they’re not sailing a ship?!
Suddenly, the bartender girl came back. Victoria tried not to make eye contact, but the girl stood there looking stupid, until Victoria finally aised her eyes. “Yeah, what do you want?” she snapped.
“Are you Victoria?” the girl asked hesitantly.
“That depends on who’s asking.”
“Well, some guy asked me to give you this,” she said, practically shoving the envelope into Victoria’s hands.
“Some ‘guy’ eh?” Victoria muttered. The girl rushed off to another customer as soon as the envelope was in Victoria’s possession. Clearly, the child did not want to talk to her. No matter, because she wasn’t in much of a talking mood anyway. She pulled out the leaflet of paper, and unfolded it.
Attention:
Dean and Sam Winchester have gone missing. A number of their allies have fallen off the map as well.
There are only two things you need to know.
1. We have no idea where they could have gone.
2. We must find them.
Signed, Casey.
Dean and Sam Winchester have gone missing. A number of their allies have fallen off the map as well.
There are only two things you need to know.
1. We have no idea where they could have gone.
2. We must find them.
Signed, Casey.
Her eyes scanned the second line of the letter.Dean and Sam, Dean and Sam, Dean and Sam… Victoria racked her brain for the memory of perhaps two fellow pirate mates, but she knew none by the name. Samuel Earnest, she knew. But not Sam Winchester. And she most certainly did not know a Casey. Cassandra Williams...perhaps? She had never even met a Dean, and the last name…Winchester. That was completely new. But the envelope was addressed to her. Bloody hell, how’d someone get my name?! Better not be damn port officials.
