Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jun 2, 2011 1:23:31 GMT -5
Oh, better far to live and die under the brave black flag I fly,
Full Name: Captain Arthur Kirkland
Aliases: He goes by Arthur. Anyone that calls him anything otherwise is looking for a fight.
Country of Origin: England. Born in Liverpool, raised in London.
Gender: Male
Physical Appearance: Arthur is a fairly tall man, standing at 5'8 and a half. He doesn't have a lot of muscle, but makes up for it with an intimidating glare from dark green eyes. His hair is a sandy blonde color, and is a bit shaggy, falling just above his ears. He keeps up with his looks, regularly getting a trim and takes pride in his hygiene, despite the pirate stereotype. He has a fair number of scars covering his body, but only some of them are from his enemies. Most of them are the results of violent scuffles with his brothers.
Job: Captain of his own pirate ship. They don't have quite the reputation Arthur would like yet, but with a steady flow of pillages and rumors, Arthur's wallet is getting bigger and people are beginning to pay attention to him.
Personality and History: From the moment he was brought into the world, Arthur's life was anything but quiet. He's from a big family, the youngest brother out of five boys. Their mother and father worked hard to provide for the family, leaving the boys on their own more often than not, expecting them to take care of each other. While they did have their fun from time to time, most of it was spent picking on Arthur, giving him what they called tough love. He learned to take their teasings after a long while, though not without the occasional whine or protest.
When the family came into more money, they decided it was time for a move, and packed up their things and their boys, moving to the bustling city of London. It was here that Arthur began learning about the world of piracy. He was drawn to it almost immediately, wanting nothing more than to hop on a boat and have grand adventures, winning the respect of everyone around him. He took up the art of cartography, taught himself to use a sword, and spent most of his days watching the horizon, in hopes that a ship would come and whisk him away.
His skills grew as he did, and when he was of age, he took off, leaving the family and his old life behind. It was a rough start, but after securing a few jobs as a ship loader, or a dishwasher in the back of a bar, Arthur managed to secure enough money for his own ship and a few meager crew members. His goal was simple: he wanted respect, he wanted to make a name for himself, and he wanted some nice treasure to go along with all of it.
Arthur is a clever, cunning man capable of fighting both with his tongue and his fists. He has a sharp, fiery mouth, and while he does try to keep his cool, more often than not his temper will get the best of him. He has a habit of mocking his enemies, trying to mentally whittle them down until he's ready to strike. He's still growing, and he's still young, but Arthur is quickly becoming a force to be reckoned with.
than play a sanctimonious part,
Roleplay Sample:
The sun glinted off of the water, making it sparkle and shine as the small ship zipped along the coast. It was a brutally hot summer day, and the smell of sweat was more prominent than the smell of the ocean itself. Still, the men were doing as they were told, rigging sails and going about their daily duties. The ones without shirts were getting horribly burnt, but none seemed to mind. Or perhaps, they were afraid to mind.
Standing on the top deck, square in the middle of the ship, was the Captain himself. He didn't look much like a captain. In fact, he looked more like any other sailor on the ship. He had taken off his coat, discarded his hat, and put his sword on the table next to him. Under the blazing sun, Arthur Kirkland now looked like any old ordinary deckhand. Everyone on the ship knew otherwise. He was leaning over a map, occasionally looking up and scanning the horizon. He looked from one side of the ship to the other, taking in the sights around him. His men hard at work, preparing for an attack. The cool sea breeze was playing along his forehead, cooling the beads of sweat that were forming. He wouldn't have any other kind of weather for an operation such as this.
He felt a tapping on his shoulder, and calmly turned around. There were few that were actually permitted to touch the captain, and Arthur made sure that this rule was strictly enforced. The other men on the ship may live like beasts, but Arthur was determined to keep his pristine image, and if this meant none of their weathered, disgusting hands could touch his, then so be it. "Um.. Captain, sir? The ship will be approaching shortly." The man, Howard, who was from Aberdeen, had a difficult accent to listen to, and Arthur had to strain to understand a word. But he got the idea, and immediately folded up the map, that familiar excited twinkle glinting in his eye.
"Perfect. Get me my coat and hat." Howard nodded, disappearing into the quarters of the ship. Arthur took his place, watching the men around him prepare to fire off the cannons. Today would be a day to add to the list of wins, he was sure of it.
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OOC:
Name/Nickname: Mabel!
Age: 17
Time Zone: Eastern time zone
Contact info: pasdemabel@gmail.com, sheep-butts.tumblr.com. i have msn, but i'll only give that out if someone wants a one-on-one roleplay, or desperately needs to contact me.
with a pirate head and a pirate heart.