forum S T E L L I F E R | Space Pirate RP | CLOSED

Started June 18, 2018 by @ScarletAndHerSides

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(It’s really nice! But maybe change the tool belt of death a little..?)

(Right.)

Name: Samantha Noble
Nicknames: Sam
Species (must be cleared by me before making the form… unless it’s human, then go for it my friend.)):
Power (cannot be a kinesis. ._. Nothing too powerful. Only one.): Can bend/Stretch/Contort her body however she likes.
Age (18-1776178017811782): 21
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pansexual/Panromantic
Role on the ship (pick from list): Cook
Looks: http://moziru.com/images/drawn-pirate-lady-pirate-11.jpg
Personality: Develop
Weapons (as much as I love the hilarious cliche, you’re character cannot carry more then 4 weapons on them… unless they’re all tinier than their hand, then you can have… 5-6 ish. But oTHERWISE-) Toolbelt of death, filled poisons to torture people and such, cutlass, twin daggers, handgun
Backstory: Develop
Hogwarts House: Slytherpuff. One moment she could kill you, the next she'll bake you cookies, the next she'll poison the cookies, the next she'll give you the antidote… and so on.
Random fact: She hates pears.
Other: IDK?

Name: Turnip (Samantha was really drunk when she named him.)
Nicknames: King of sass
Species (must be cleared by me before making the form… unless it’s human, then go for it my friend.)): Owl
Power (cannot be a kinesis. ._. Nothing too powerful. Only one.): Sass, sarcasm, and talons of death. Did I mention he could talk?
Age (18-1776178017811782): 35 in cynicism, 5 in real life. (5 is old for an owl, okay?)
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight (He likes the hot lady owls)
Role on the ship (pick from list): Scout and companion to Samantha Noble
Looks: https://i.ytimg.com/vi/Ufkcx-UqljM/maxresdefault.jpg
Personality: Sassy. King of sass.
Weapons (as much as I love the hilarious cliche, you’re character cannot carry more then 4 weapons on them… unless they’re all tinier than their hand, then you can have… 5-6 ish. But oTHERWISE-) Talons of death-they hurt!
Backstory: Develop
Hogwarts House: Slythersass
Random fact: He was dubbed as "King of sass" by Samantha.
Other: IDK?

Le done.

Cassian boredly wrapped the dressing around his thumb, ignoring the blood on the table. He would clean it up later. Something was on his mind and he couldn’t exactly get it out.

(It’s nice. .-. Do they all like fit in the toolbelt or something?)

yes. they do.

Estin tapped on the door before stepping in and flopping onto the bed dramatically, not really caring if he ended up on Cassian or not. “Morning.”

“Good morning.” Cassian said, looking up from his half-bandaged hand.

(Um… idk? .-.)

“Is it actually morning?” He asked, looking up at him. “I can never tell.”

Samantha woke up and made herself a cup of coffee. "Morning, Turnip." she said to the owl.
———.
"Fluff off." Turnip grumbled.

“I don’t think so?” Cassian said, he squinted at a clock across the room, “It’s noon.”

Olivia paced in her room. She was thinking of what she wanted to to do next.

Callisto wandered into to the room. He spotted Cassian wrapping his hand. "Hey Cas, what happened?"

“Oh hey Calli, my hand was cut.” Cassian replied.

“Good morning, Callisto,” Estin greeted, poking among the pillows.

“Why are you on my bed?”

“I’m lazy and you’re my friend, so I’m visiting and being lazy at once. Two birds with one stone!”

Callisto chuckled. "How'd you cut your hand?"

“I was being an idiot.” Cassian shrugged.

“But a cute one, no?”

//flirt flirt flirt-

“Yeah, wait what?” Cassian asked, looking up, his flushing slightly.

Barrow walks in, a smile on his face and eyes shining. "Guys! We are passing this awesome Star, it's absolutely covered in solar flares! Come see!" Nearly bouncing with excitement, he turns and leaves without waiting for an answer. Walking the hallways, he stops by one of the windows, sitting cross legged to watch the flares outside.

Callisto squinted at Estin. "You better not be hitting on him."

“I’m hitting on him,” he confirmed with a cheeky grin, flipping onto his stomach and resting his head on a pillow.
Ainsel stepped up behind Barrow, hovering st his shoulder while she watched the flares.