forum "Bloodstained Gold" (Pirate Group RP) {Closed}

Started August 25, 2022 by @ScotchTapeWorm group

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Name: Inez
Job: Chef
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Lesbian

Looks: (picture or description) physically strong, 5'2, sepia-toned skin, wavy black hair w/ blonde streak (dyed blonde haha) (down to shoulderblades), amber eyes, freckles, dark red jacket with faux fur around collar, a beige t shirt, black jeans and black boots. (wow sorry that was long haha)

Likes: swords, cooking, kids, winning, war (THE CARD GAME), gambling

Dislikes: losing, the law, winter/the cold, having to buy things, money

Hobbies: Sword-fighting, cooking, dancing, messing with people

Backstory: Aria was a vagrant on the streets her entire life, though never disliked it. She often snuck into taverns underage, but never drank; she didn't want a reason to be arrested. Maybe once or twice, though. Living on the streets and without money she became a bit of a kleptomaniac with a sincere dislike for money. She stole ingredients from markets and found ways to make her own food, so she never stole from restaurants out of respect. Seeking adventure, Aria decided to become a pirate.

Name: Captain Axel Silver-Tongue
Job: The Captain, and will be referred to as such, unless you prefer walking on eggshells.
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bi
Looks: (picture or description) The Captain is a tall man, cresting just above six feet, with broad shoulders and black hair with light curls. Light violet eyes, and a sly, dangerous grin, this is a visually impressive man. Sharp cheekbones and a hint of stubble growing in around the sides, but no apparent facial hair. His hair often is pulled into a loose ponytail behind himself, or if he's really feeling it a man-bun. He's tanned, but not enough to be of a darker complexion. His clothes are a show-piece, the black boots and sturdy pants, a white shirt with ruffles. A hat with a feather large enough to question what kind of bird it came from. As well as a jacket with gold embroidery and trim, with the fun pirate buttons for flare. The Captain isn't fully human, on his fathers side he's descended from Sefksins, people with many characteristics of snakes. So he has patches of scales running up his neck, back, and some on his arms. They are surprisingly soft to the touch and a dark green color. His eyes are glassy and his tongue is sharper in more ways than one.

Likes: Fire, gold, guns, intelligent conversations and a good wind.

Dislikes: Drowning, bubbles, and being stuck in one place.

Hobbies: Pirating, reading, terrifying locals.

Backstory: Axel didn't grow up a street urchin or a noble brat, he was pretty solidly in the lower class. He has two older brothers who went with the terrestrial army as their careers of choice, but Axel decided he wanted to be in the navy. Starting low, he climbed the military ranks on his ship, formerly called Every's Mast. The country they worked for was shady with how they payed wages and it didn't take long for Axel to convince the others that they were discontent with their treatment. They overthrew the Captain in a coup and worked their way towards a port town, where the newly dubbed Fancy was better equipped and any former crew was unceremoniously dispatched or left in the town. The new Captain decided piracy was entirely more profitable and picked up any crew he could that were willing to do less than legal sailing. Axel Silver-Tongue isn't exactly wholly sane, he's a thrill-seeker who isn't afraid of death. He's cunning, crafting, and always down for a good time.

Additional Information: He owns a pair of twin flintlocks as well as the usual saber. He's named them Greed and Avarice.

The wind blew gently through the little port town, many people had bells or wind chimes outside of their doors or hanging off veranda's to warn of the incoming wind. It filled the city with the gentle sound of music, a tiding of what was to come. The locals called it "Pirate Season", when the wind was favorable enough to get easily to this little cove. The people depended on it, having a city amenable to pirates was much easier than constantly trying to fight them off, and besides, you could make good coin if you knew what you were doing.

Heralded by the welcoming bells and whistles, a new ship slowly docks herself into the port, one with tall white sails and an impressive size. The Deceit, a common sight for those who looked for it, maybe a little bit more battered than before for anyone who had seen it, but still a grand vessel. Currently the Captain of this ship was standing on some railing, teetering dangerously near the edge, just centimeters from tumbling into the treacherous waters below. Captain Silver-Tongue was grinning like a mad-man, yelling at the crew running along the deck to hurry up, they needed to unload any cargo by nightfall if they wanted to catch the next eastward wind in a reasonable amount of time. Light violet eyes glinted in the sunlight and the Captain tasted the air curiously, I need to check the town… Someone else will handle supplies, but we're running low on warm bodies.

The scratches on the side of The Deceit were from the last battle they'd had, not with a merchants vessel, Gods no, they were far too timid to put up a fight, surrender was far more favorable for them. They'd ran into some privateers and had had a nasty little scuffle, consequently they needed to restock their crew, it was damn hard to keep the same people for more than a few weeks. The Captain sighed, hopping off the railing, running his hand along some of the rigging, doing his best to be a general nuisance for the poor crew just trying to get the ship in order. Axel snapped his fingers at a boy, pointing at the others unloading.

"Boy! Get a gangplank, we're goin' ashore boys!" The Captain grinned, making sure he had a pouch of gold to.. Incentivize any potential new hires. The sound of bells once again made the wind heard, and anyone hearing couldn't help but think it was a favorable wind.

There was a pub on the waterfront, a dimly lit, smoky little place called the Sea Witch's Cauldron. It was a hodgepodge of building materials, haphazardly slapped together every time it was destroyed in a storm. The owners had never bothered to move locations, despite having to rebuild almost yearly.
They had gained a loyal clientele who would come and spend their time and money at the Cauldron, regardless of its condition.
The folks who came to drink the grog and ale were as much of a hodgepodge as the building itself. Secretive smugglers, pirate wanna-bes, unsavory merchants, steely-eyed bounty hunters, pretty girls with too much makeup and time on their hands- all kinds gathered here, away from the prying eyes of the law. If you wanted a job done well and on the sly, this was the place to find your man.
And if you wanted to crew a ship, this wold be a good spot.
As one, the pub cheered when they heard Axel Silver-tongue's distinctive shout over the tinkling of the bells.
Personally, Kavo Vathis sat back in his seat in the corner, waiting.

Maybe this would be the chance he was looking for.

Aria hopped off the boat excitedly, sword in hand, a wild look in her eye. "I didn't think you'd choose a little town such as this. But I guess the best come from humble beginnings." She grinned. "Who exactly are we looking for?" She asked, not waiting for an answer. A pub catches Aria's eye. "We should look there." Naturally drawn to kitchens and hole-in-the-wall restaurants, she had already started walking towards it. Since she'd joined the ship only a few weeks prior, she wasn't used to listening to orders or waiting for directions, as there was no authority in her life until recently. Aria turns to her captain, remembering herself, considering asking to enter first. Deciding against it, she runs into the pub.

The Captain hummed thoughtfully, head tipping to the side. He glanced at Aria, amused by her matching his energy.
"We're lookin' fer bodies and people. Bodies fer bullets and people fer jobs… And somethin' strong. Be it a person or drink, hm?" He walked off, towards where Aria had pointed, a tavern he was very familiar with.

The Captain of The Deceit had a very.. Distinctive walk. Somewhere between the swagger of a drunk man, the sliding step of a cat, and the slither of a snake. He'd been to this city more times than he'd care to recall, it barely even had a name and all the taverns were seedy places. Axel adored this town, all of the law was corrupt and the people willing to slit your throat for the mere sound of a coin. His favorite place of all however, was the most disgusting, most ramshackle, most run down building in the place. Looking like it was held together with spit, tacks, and maybe a good wish or two The Sea Witch's Cauldron was the perfect place to find people desperate enough for coin and absolutely untraceable by anyone who cared to find them.

Silver-Tongue had been in this place many a times, usually coming out with people he wouldn't mind being cannon fodder, taking a piece of lead for a more valuable crew member, but sometimes.. You find a gold coin in the mud, silver covered in rust and needing to be burnished, a diamond in the rough if you will. The Captain had picked up his last cannon master here, a man with hair so wild it wasn't unusual to find small animals living in it, the man was insane, but the best shot they had with their metal giants of powder. He 'tsked' it was still a shame the man had blown himself up, it was a waste of talent..

Violet eyes gleamed as the tall man slammed the door open, grinning wildly enough to nearly split the skin on the sides of his face. The cheer he received stoked his ego more than it probably should have and the man swaggered in, winking at the bartender, a stocky man who'd worked there for years, rebuilding the place when it fell.. Again. And again.. And again. Axel slammed a gold coin down on the table, looking around.

"This round's on me, eh?" Another cheer. This served two purposes, to show off his wealth, and to get some of the men even more inebriated, making them easier to hire. And who wouldn't want to work for someone free with money? He scanned the room, making sure he looked in the corners for any stragglers or hiders. He hated hiders. The tall man started walking around, slapping a few shoulders, jokingly bowing to a few women, still scanning the room with darting eyes. When his eyes fell upon a very.. Crustacean figure, his eyes narrowed to slits. Big enough to barely fit at one of the stained tables, a Karcaon, and one with scars on its armor. A gleam grew in the mans eyes and he walked over, leaning on the table, his legs crossed behind him and hands placed on the table.

"Weelll- Hello. And here I thought we'd left the ocean behind us!" The Captain laughed heartily, but his eyes gleamed with a craftiness, even some of his 'accent' from before slipped away, giving him a more well-spoken tone. "Watcha doin' in a place like this?"

(Sorry it's so much, I just.. For some reason I really adore writing for Axel.)

Kavo had smiled to himself as the big man swaggered in. The captain reminded him of his brother, loud and obnoxious and fun-loving but with a brain behind all that bravado. Silver-tongues drink-buying was no idle display of wealth, but a calculated move. You could see it in the way his eyes glinted as he looked around.
Kavo was a bit surprised when the man turned and saw him, and then proceeded to walk over. He smiled up at the man, trying to set the situation at ease.
Karcaon had a long history of being used as mercenaries or assassins, so people tended to be wary, suspicious, or just downright hostile when first meeting Kavo. He wasn't sure what to make of the captain's greeting and simply nodded in his direction, still smiling.
"The same thing you're doing in a place like this, Captain Silver-tongue." He very intentionally and slowly lifted his pincers from where they'd been below the table, and set them on the table top with and audible thunk. Both of them were easily the size of the captain's legs, and razor sharp along the claws as well. Kavo didn't break eye contact as he did it.
"Looking for opportunities."

The Captain sucked in air through his teeth, making an impressed whistling noise. He looked the Karcaon over again, noting the muscle as well as the worn carapace. This was a very, very promising hire. The crab-man was strong, seemed friendly enough, and didn't set off enough alarm bells in Axel's head to be worrying. Doing a mental tally in his head, he wondered how much cargo he'd have to through out to make room for a creature this size..

"Well, friend, I got two questions for ya. Name and weight. And if yer… Amenable to it, I'll give you a full share, if yer willin' to work for us that is. I ain't gonna bother with all the formalities. You know who I am." The calculations Axel was doing in his head were apparent in the glassy violet eyes, he was impressed with this one, and wanted him on his crew.

Aria's eyes sparkled. Fascinated by the unfamiliar man and the pincers, questions bubbled in her head. Though, she attempted to return to a cool exterior. "Opportunities?" She repeated. "Well, you'd better be prepared for life on The Deceit, 'cause we don't take kindly to slackers." She warned, playing a captain's role, used to being by herself. "I doubt you're that type, though. I can tell." She sat at the table. "Your name?" Aria asked, crossing one leg over the other, and setting her sword on the table.

Kavo folded his arms across his chest, and clacked his pincers quietly, thinking. He didn't ignore the girl, exactly, just… focused on the man with the money and the hiring power. "My name is Kavo Vathis, and I weigh 220 on an empty stomach." He raised an eyebrow. "That's quite the offer from a man like you. What are you paying me to do?" He leaned forward, clacking his pincers again, louder this time. "You seem to know Karcaon, you know what I'm capable of."
He wasn't trying to intimidate the man, one look at Axel Silver-tongue and you knew he didn't get intimidated easily. But he did want to throw off any doubt about himself, show he wasn't going to be a pushover or a lackey. Karcaon were strong, but Kavo didn't really want to get suckered into being a loader and nothing else.
Fighting was ok too, whether with his claws or with weaponry, but what he really loved was the helm.
The helm of any ship was part of its soul, guiding its direction and often, its fate. Kavo had an eye for winds and navigation, a solid grasp on constellations and star charts, and the bulk to hold the wheel steady, even in a storm.
He could only hope the captain would see the potential.

(Sorry this us supper short I'm in class)

Isla waited aboard the boat setting the anchor an making sure all was alright to leave it before following after the rest of them not drawing to much attention to herself as she did so

Captain Silver-Tongue chewed on his lip thoughtfully. He glanced at Aria out of the corner of his eye, the girl had spunk, which he appreciated and she even made their food palatable, but.. She lacked discipline and had a wild streak, she hadn't been with them long enough. Axel didn't reign anyone in too much, as Captains went, he ran a pretty loose ship, trusting everyone to do their job.

"Aria. Lass. Unless yer willin' to pay this er- Fine gentleman, I suggest you leave the negotiations to me." Axel spoke sternly, but never quite lost that playful glint in his eyes. It wasn't until that went away and the tall man got serious that people needed to really start to worry. He looked at the Karcaon, the weight was worrying, but manageable. They could forego a few new hires in return for this one. It too fascinating an opportunity to pass up on.

As the crab-man clicked his pincers, some of the more skittish clientele in the pub quieted down, shooting nervous or excited glances at the table. Both reactions clearly expecting some sort of brawl. Pale white teeth flashed as the Captain grinned widely, almost unsettling with his bright eyes.

"Well, Kavo, I'm a firm believer in equal opportunities! What are yer strengths, quirks, or gimmicks you wanna tell us about? Other than your.. More than impressive size?" The bit about equal opportunities was equal parts truth and a joke. Silver-Tongue had a motley crew on his ship, people from all backgrounds, ages, and species, but.. Equal opportunities only extended to lower ranks, unless they killed him, no amount of skill was going to have the prideful Captain step down from his prized role. Besides, the Karcaon had an air about him that intrigued the tall man. He'd met two others in his life, one was as dumb as a rock, but twice as tough as one and the other barely spoke two words together. Axel didn't know if this was indicative of the whole species, which he knew wasn't likely, or just the ones he'd met. But it was still these prior bias that kept him talking to Kavo, his smile never wavering, even as his eyes showed different thoughts flitting through his mind. Unreadable, but clearly active.

"If yer worth it, I don't see why you wouldn't get a full share, even if I'm just hirin' you to crack few skulls, hm? But ignore me, ignore me! Tell me all!" The Captain leaned forwards, he had a piercing stare, combined with his wild hair and grin. He had a way of making people feel like they had all of his intense attention, all at once, like they were the only people in the world he could see and they were the only ones he could think about. To some it was attractive, others creepy, some intense, but no one could deny it was.. Interesting.