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 Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2012 10:05 am
Seaward Secrets
A young royal girl has never dreamed of having such a life. Completely sick of it, actually. Her bedroom window looks out to the sea, and every day, she dreams of sailing on the ocean blue. Well, one day, her parents inform her that she is betrothed to a man about twice her age, with the most horrid complection and dastardly behaviour. The girl has heard that this man has beat women, and is one of the most ill-behaved people despite being the future Lord of a land. Not wanting any part in it, she decides to run away and join a sailing ship. But, it's bad luck to have women aboard ships... She has to disguise herself as a boy, and keep up the charade in front of everyone, at least until they make port far away from the land of her future fiancee as possible. During the boarding, however, she unwittingly signs onto a pirate ship. The captain, a notorious man who was said to strike terror into everyone, including his crew. As the ship sails toward its adventure, these two find themselves unexplainably attracted towards one another, the Captain being confused as to why he has a soft spot for this boy, and the Runaway frightened that her secret once revealed would mean death aboard this ship. What shall they do? Find out, and come aboard the Crew!
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2012 10:08 am
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2012 10:24 am
Bring me that horizon, lads. The art of piracy never dies!
The Formalities Hello, I am: Aarok Trodaire
But I also go by: Captain, Trouble, Catpain Aarok Trodaire, and most favorably, Devil
Age: 20
Talents: Swordplay, sharpshooting, a secret love of music and dance, a formidable writer as well.
Height: 6ft 3in
I am described as:a dangerous man when angered. Aarok has been known to shoot a crew member for even the slightest amounts of backtalk. He rules with an iron fist, but brings plunder to his crew with relative ease. He shows the crew little kindness, that is while they are aware of it. For in truth, he stays up over the nights to tend to them, if they fell asleep drunken on th floor or are shivering with cold. He will take them back to the quarters and cover them up. The crew, not knowing their captain to be soft, just assume its their fellow mates looking out for them My tale can be long and boring, so I'll give you the shortened version Aarok was born as the crown prince of Fallowdale. He ran away at the age of twelve and joined a pirate ship as a cabin boy. He was a jolly young man, learning the art of swordplay and shooting by his diligent and kind teacher Captain Ace Wildcat, known for his freakishly feline flexibility and movement. One day the ship was under attack by the navy scum. A navyman was about to take Aarok's life when Ace stepped in and took the bullet instead. Seeing his captain go down, Aarok flew into a terrifying rage, shooting any and all wearing navy coats and slashing them down with his cutlass. Sending the few that remained packing, the young boy rushed to his captain's side, who smiled, praised the lad on his strength, faded away. A cold look grew in the young Aarok's eyes as he stood up, taking Ace's cutlass and flintlock, and proclaimed himself Captain of the ship the Waverider. Having seen the fifteen year old single-handedly defeat a score of navy men, no one objected. To this day, Aarok has not lost the coldness in his eyes. Some Secrets to Note: Likes: 1. Music 2. Sailing 3. Pirating (Duh) 4. Drinking Dislikes: 1. backtalk from the crew 2. anyone questioning his methods 3. disorder 4. navy scum Other: Aarok can hold large amounts of liquor and nearly outdrink anyone 0_o the irate pirate o_0
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2012 6:03 pm
"What good is nobility if it keeps you locked up like a high-priced songbird?"
The Formalities Hello, I am: Ariella Marie Sterling
But I also go by: Alan, as of late
Age: 18
Talents: Ariella is quite flexible. This has led her to be sneaky, and with that, rather good at disguising herself. She's not a bad shot with a bow nor clumsy with a rapier either, demanding she get archery and fencing lessons just as her brother had.
Height: 5ft 9in
I am described as: A quiet and aloof girl, despite her family’s status in society. However, Ari is not meek and has been witnessed telling off many a young nobleman for some snobbish misdeed or another. Despite this, Ari tends to be respectful towards elders no matter what and calm and collected when things get hairy. She is the perfect noble woman to everyone, excepting her butler Christopher, who is usually the one scrambling to find her in the morning after yet another midnight escape into the nearby towns. My tale can be long and boring, so I'll give you the shortened version Ari was born into a rather well known noble family. Since she first learned to talk and walk, she’s been taught proper diction and poise, how to hold herself like a lady and be seen as one, how to eat daintily at dinner, how to sing like a meadow lark, be graceful like a gazelle, and on and on the list of useless knowledge went until the age of six, when she picked up her brother’s bow and shot an arrow just to the right of the bullseye. It was then she began to develop a personality of her own and demand to be taught things she enjoyed and were useful. She snuck out the first time at the age of ten, to attend a festival in town she’d heard about. Since then she’d been sneaking out every night she could, weather something interesting was going on or not. Some nights she’d go to town, others into the woods, but more often than not she would go to the beach and sit on the sand, dreaming of packing what she needed and boarding one of the ships bound for worlds unbeknownst to her, despite the ever present tales of pirates, especially one in particular, who always seemed to crop up in the worst tales of horror on the seas. For 7 years, Ari enjoyed this private freedom…
However, this all came crashing down as Ari’s delighted parents informed her of a rather fortunate deal made with another noble family. They would receive a great deal of land and it’s resources, all they needed to give was their consent for the soon-to-be lord to take her hand in marriage. She knew of the man, hearing many a tale of what babe may or may not be his b*****d child, his disregard for females, who were often said to be beaten by him often. Coupled with that, the man himself was simply as disgusting on the outside as he was on the inside. In this deal one good thing emerged. Ari finally found incentive to board one of those dreamt-of ships, to go see the world and be done with this monotonous life. So, packing her essential belongings, chopping her hair off at the shoulders, binding her chest, and stealing some of the servants clothes, Ari went, intending to board the first ship she came across heading out to sea, out towards adventure! Some Secrets to Note: Likes: 1 Animals 2 The ocean and the way it feels to float on it. 3 Storms 4 Anything adrenaline producing Dislikes: 1 Monotony 2 Pomp and poise 3 Although she hates to admit it, spiders terrify her. 4 Showing any form of weakness at all Other: While Ari can drink a formidable amount (for a noble girl) she does not like to, for she becomes rather bold and brazen when drunk. Also, while Christopher was only eight years older than her, she viewed him more as a father to her than her real father, and has bouts in which she misses him terribly. Ria_The_Wolf12
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2012 5:40 pm
There is nothing so desperately monotonous as the sea....  `•.¸¸.•´´¯`••.¸¸.•´´¯`•´`•.¸¸.•´´¯`••.¸¸.•´´¯`•´  It was a bright moonlit night when Aarok made port in the town of Orion. He sneered at his crew. "Alright lads, let's go to yon tavern and set up a list! After our last bout of naval scum battles, we be needin more crew. All of ye go and ralley up a good bunch o pirates. Person who gives me the most promising new crew member gets me best flagon of rum." He said with a smile. The crew gave a cheer and scrambled to the nearest tavern; Korin's place. Aarok moseyed on along behind them, unbuttoning his red coat and letting it hang loosely about his shoulders. `•.¸¸.•´´¯`••.¸¸.•´´¯`•´`•.¸¸.•´´¯`••.¸¸.•´´¯`•´`•.¸¸.•´´¯`••.¸¸.•´´¯`•´`•.¸¸.•´´¯`••.¸¸.•´´¯`•´`•.¸¸.•´´¯`••.¸¸.•´´¯`•´`•.¸¸.•´´¯`••.¸¸.•´´¯`•´ .....and I no longer wonder at the cruelty of pirates.
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2012 8:22 am
I will not follow you, my bird,
I will not follow you.
I would not breathe a word, my bird,
To bring thee here anew.
 Ariella walked down the narrow alleyways of the town, her back to the wall. Her long hair was now gone, cut to shoulder length and tied in her cap. With that, her chest was also bound and she was wearing men's clothes. These should have kept anyone from recognizing her, but one could never be too careful. Finally she saw her destination, it's windows gleaming and the sound of raucous merriment spilling out into the street. There would be many people in there, but they would be drunk. That would help to keep them from recognizing her, and make the captains inside more prone to sign her onto their ship, if for nothing more than to get her to stop bugging them. She took a deep breath and let it out before taking a confidant stance. "Right, here we go!" She said quietly under her breath and striding over to Korin's Place. I love the free in thee, my bird,
The lure of freedom drew;
The light you fly toward, my bird,
I fly with thee unto.
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2012 4:20 am
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2012 12:39 pm
((sorry, work and shcool have been kicking my a** lately I haven't had an ounce of time to get on gaia gonk )) There is nothing so desperately monotonous as the sea.... `•.¸¸.•´´¯`••.¸¸.•´´¯`•´`•.¸¸.•´´¯`••.¸¸.•´´¯`•´ `•.¸¸.•´´¯`••.¸¸.•´´¯`•´`•.¸¸.•´´¯`••.¸¸.•´´¯`•´`•.¸¸.•´´¯`••.¸¸.•´´¯`•´`•.¸¸.•´´¯`••.¸¸.•´´¯`•´`•.¸¸.•´´¯`••.¸¸.•´´¯`•´`•.¸¸.•´´¯`••.¸¸.•´´¯`•´ .....and I no longer wonder at the cruelty of pirates.
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2012 4:41 am
I will not follow you, my bird,
I will not follow you.
I would not breathe a word, my bird,
To bring thee here anew.
Ari looked around the Tavern. She'd sneaked into Korin's Place many a time, but it seemed to take on a new light tonight. It signified her freedom, the blade that cut her ties to her political obligations and the monotony of her previous life. As a drunk fell into her, throwing an arm around her shoulders, instead of pushing him away or removing herself, she returned the embrace, laughing with him even as he splashed beer on her front as he attempted to cheer. His mates soon retrieved him with good-natured apologies and she moved on, looking around with starry-eyed enthusiasm.
((I wasn't sure how you felt about me controlling your character, so I didn't)) I love the free in thee, my bird,
The lure of freedom drew;
The light you fly toward, my bird,
I fly with thee unto.
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2012 2:33 pm
((thank you ^^ )) There is nothing so desperately monotonous as the sea.... `•.¸¸.•´´¯`••.¸¸.•´´¯`•´`•.¸¸.•´´¯`••.¸¸.•´´¯`•´ 
Brother, you will not believe what word has been travelling 'round as of late. It has been said that the young Ariella of noble blood is set to marry Lord Mycroft, our neighbour of two manors over! What a union it shall be! Truthfully I had my heart set on the beautiful maiden, but alas Lord Mycroft's family beat me to it..... Mother is fine, and Sis Leah is in good health as well. Alas, it is Father who appears quite ghastly as of late. The man is old, and his strength is not as it once was.... I know how you detest him so, but keep kinder prayers for him, please.
Sincerely
James Trodaire A little chuckle errupted from Aarok. He had heard a great deal about this Ariella woman from his brother. A beauty so it is said, with the voice of a gentle lark, and most elegant poise and grace. He also heard it told that she was a bit of a fighter from the people around here. "It would be a right ole treat to meet a lassie such as she one day!" He laughed. `•.¸¸.•´´¯`••.¸¸.•´´¯`•´`•.¸¸.•´´¯`••.¸¸.•´´¯`•´`•.¸¸.•´´¯`••.¸¸.•´´¯`•´`•.¸¸.•´´¯`••.¸¸.•´´¯`•´`•.¸¸.•´´¯`••.¸¸.•´´¯`•´`•.¸¸.•´´¯`••.¸¸.•´´¯`•´ .....and I no longer wonder at the cruelty of pirates.
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2012 9:27 pm
I will not follow you, my bird,
I will not follow you.
I would not breathe a word, my bird,
To bring thee here anew.
Ari was looking around for one of the sea captains that frequented the tavern. It was surprising then when she bumped into a man about three times her size. She looked up at him and swallowed. She had yet to be in an actual bar fight, and she did NOT plan on getting in one with this guy. She turned and held her hands up. "Hey, sorry mate." She said, making her voice a little more even and like a mans. "I'm just tryin' to find a ship to board."
((Me: BRAIN, Y U NO PRODUCE GOOD REPLY!?
Brain: IT'S 12:30, GO TO SLEEP!
Me: ._. Oh yeah...)) I love the free in thee, my bird,
The lure of freedom drew;
The light you fly toward, my bird,
I fly with thee unto.
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 2:11 am
(( which person did she bump into? Aarok or his first mate? sweatdrop ))
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 6:14 am
0_o the irate pirate o_0 (( which person did she bump into? Aarok or his first mate? sweatdrop )) ((First mate >w<))
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Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2012 7:01 am
(( thanks! biggrin )) There is nothing so desperately monotonous as the sea.... `•.¸¸.•´´¯`••.¸¸.•´´¯`•´`•.¸¸.•´´¯`••.¸¸.•´´¯`•´ `•.¸¸.•´´¯`••.¸¸.•´´¯`•´`•.¸¸.•´´¯`••.¸¸.•´´¯`•´`•.¸¸.•´´¯`••.¸¸.•´´¯`•´`•.¸¸.•´´¯`••.¸¸.•´´¯`•´`•.¸¸.•´´¯`••.¸¸.•´´¯`•´`•.¸¸.•´´¯`••.¸¸.•´´¯`•´ .....and I no longer wonder at the cruelty of pirates. ((agh, brain doesn't work first thing in the morning XD ))
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2012 2:10 pm
I will not follow you, my bird,
I will not follow you.
I would not breathe a word, my bird,
To bring thee here anew.
 Ari looked around the man at his captain. The captain in question was easily lounging on a sofa, talking with the barmaids as every other drunk tried to do. However, this man seemed to have his wits about him and the women were seeming to delight in his attention. As he looked over, Ari diverted her eyes at once to the man before her. Both of them were huge men, and she wondered if their ship was the best to board. First ship Ari, that was your plan, right? And if it's not working out for you, you can bail the first time they make port. Ari nodded to herself and offered her hand, recalling how to shake hands properly, like a real man. "Well then, I'd say yeh got yerself a new Cabin Boy!" She said, picking up his dialect. "Th' name's Alan, and that's all yeh need teh know that's not boring as yer mama's lecturin'." She said, figuring that would keep him from delving into her past and thus keeping her out of lying just yet. I love the free in thee, my bird,
The lure of freedom drew;
The light you fly toward, my bird,
I fly with thee unto.
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