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There's no land out there. [Pirate/fantasy roleplay.]

Yep, that should be fine. I suppose she'll be milling around in the group then, or perhaps doing a bit of work around them? Also: Image change for appearance was added.

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Gale

Name:
Gale Crain

Age:
Twenty-four

Species:
Human

Position:
Female Slave

Personality:
Being born to a poor family, Gale always knew that life wasn't going to be easy towards her. She had to grow up fast to take care of her sickly mother and careless siblings who always seemed to get into trouble, and this lead to her gaining a rather maternal aura. Mature, quiet, and polite around strangers (And her owners later on), but quick to lose her temper, Gale was feared around her small neighborhood due to her lengthy lectures and strong smacks which were given without remorse. Thanks to her strong sense of rights and stubbornness, Gale is known to fight for what she believes in, no matter the cost, and this lead to a few beatings her youth. Other then that, when she was younger and with her siblings, Gale was known to be mischievous, doing such tasks like pick-pocketing and shoplifting, and the skill of thieving still remains. Clever and quick-witted, her tongue is a vicious weapon she isn't afraid to use. She is surprisingly studious as well, having been taught to read by a book merchant who had felt pity for the poor girl (but was never taught to write, and even now she will sometimes have to sound out simple words to figure them out). After selling herself into slavery, Gale became much quieter, yet haughty, always muttering rude phrases under her breath when put to work on something rough, and due to this she has been sold around a lot to different Masters. Surprisingly, though, she is a hard worker, and thanks to her stubborn nature won't stop working until everything is one hundred percent complete. Thanks to years of being independent, she becomes uncomfortable when others try to take care of her, and will complain loudly if others are forced to tend to her needs. She will keep her problems to herself, not wanting others to worry, and will try her best to solve them herself. Finally, Gale is surprisingly unstable. Her temper is already so short and if pushed to the limit she will panic and become much more reckless. While she isn't bother by gore, someone dying before her eyes is definitely something that would set off a panic attack (which entails trouble breathing, trouble seeing and thinking clearly, and shakiness). Cynical, if there is anyone Gale trusts it's her family, and that's it. Becoming friends with this girl is pretty challenging, but if you manage to prove yourself she will begin to open up to you.

(TL;DR: Haughty, independent, quiet around strangers and higher ups, studious, clever, stubborn, moody, unstable, motherly, cynical yet somewhat friendly [doesn't like to judge people on appearance but does so anyway], secretive)

Looks:
Tall, scrawny, and fairly dirty, Gale could be pretty if she cared about her looks. Her skin is rough and as tan as it can be, and her hands and feet are long and worn from endless years of work. Large blue eyes are set into a round, normally bored-looking face which is framed by pale blonde hair that is cropped short against her head. Covered with freckles. Normally wears a billowy white shirt and equally puffy pants given to her by a past owner.

History:
Gale was born into the Crain family one night during an awful storm. Wind rocked the tiny shack that sat, semi-safe, surrounded by the taller buildings of the village on the hill, and Lucia Crain, Gale's mother, sat in stunned silence as the typhoon whirled outside, threatening the lives of her, her husband, her two young children and her new unnamed baby. However, with great fear came inspiration, and the perfect name was formed after an hour of howling and rain pitter-pattering on the roof. Gale, meaning 'Sea Storm'. And so, she grew up to be a whirlwind of a person. From babysitting to thieving, Gale was something else, and that was well known around her neighborhood. She had plenty of friends (and enemies), and despite her latent kleptomania there were many adults who felt pity for the child. One particular person, a book merchant and poor scholar, took an hour out of every day to teach her how to read and lend her some colorful books. And Gale was truly happy, until another child was bore into the family.

This child was a boy, named Luk, but after her was born Lucia took ill. Gale's older siblings, her sister Noa and brother Rubert, had no idea how to care for her or the new baby, and their father was too busy trying to keep them alive with dozens of poor-paying jobs, so Gale decided that she would care for her mother and brother. By the time she was thirteen, Gale was kept busy with feeding, studying, and making medicine for her mother while the rest of her family spent their time God knows where. She no longer had time for reading lessons, so she began to teach herself, studying from children books AND medical books she had managed to 'gather' from the town. The illness her mother had was apparently centered around her head and chest, leaving her delusional and breathless at all times. Gale had to keep calm while her mother spouted strange phrases and dreams, and whenever the two locked eyes Lucia would continually whisper 'Sea storm, sea storm'. This continued for three years until, one day, her father died in a workplace accident. Now with no income, Gale felt her hope begin to falter, and frustration set in as her mother grew sicker and sicker and her brother grew needier and needier, and one night, in a sudden fit of madness and sadness, Gale carved the words 'Sea Storm' into her bare thigh with a small dagger.

Barely a month passed after her father's death, Gale sold herself into slavery for a pretty penny. Before being dragged off towards her new Master's house, she gave her siblings basic instructions on how to use the money and how to care for themselves and their mother, and they all gave tearful goodbyes as she was towed away by a tight hand. She went through Masters like a good book, her haughty personality and rude remarks always leading to her being sold once more.

Where they lived:
Ilitin. Poor.

Skills:
Pick-pocketing, housework (cooking, cleaning, babysitting, ect.), knowledge on herbs and medicines, and nursing.

Reasons for joining the crew:
"Well, apparently my new master is the captain, so I suppose I'm just forced into this situation."

Extra details:
Plenty of scars from past beatings, a circular burn mark on her lower back from a rather malicious Master, and a self-given scar dug into her upper-thigh that reads 'Sea Storm'.

There's no land out there. [Pirate/fantasy roleplay.]

That'd help, actually. A captain's slave wouldn't be too far-fetched. And I'll be posting it here soon (:

There's no land out there. [Pirate/fantasy roleplay.]

Pffftffftft someone claim Gale. Also, should we move our CSs to this thread?

Kingdom Guild: Golden City

Marian. Ash made sure to remember the girl's face and name with a half-smile. Her accent was strange, but her way of speaking wasn't exactly uncomfortable and Ashling found herself somewhat interested in the pretty filly named Bodaway who had been a gift from a Shaman to the Texan before her. The one-sided conversation ceased suddenly, as they passed Rumple's door, and Ash made a mental note of that as well before continuing on to the group of Snow and Kenichi. Blue eyes slid to admire the foreign face of an Easterner but were quickly cast back down to the wooden floor, the idea of staring for too long much to rude to her, and then they were moving again, to the courtyard.

The fresh, rain-soaked air was welcome after being inside the stuffy Guild all day, and Ash took a deep breath before realizing how busy it actually was. People, some familiar and some not, sat in small groups, chatting, training, doing whatever hunters did on their days off, and a faint feeling of fear ebbed in her head but was quickly gone when Ash noticed how beautiful everything appeared. The sky was gray-blue, the color you would normally see after endless days of rain in England, and covered with swirling bleak clouds and wisps of promising white. The sun was warm, already nearly drying the damp grass and concrete and wood around the courtyard, yet underfoot moisture squished up from her boots. Ash stared down, hiding a small, silent smile, until she heard Snow speak, something about using the training ground, and a faint blush covered her face as she glanced back up and noticed the dummies and skill-oriented tests scattered throughout the landscape. Snow wanted them to show off right now? Alice rubbed her shoulder, opening her mouth to protest, but before she could even spit a single word into the air Kenichi was moving. Flashes of silver danced across the poor, defenseless dummies, and in what seemed to be a matter of seconds three of the dolls were destroyed, ripped apart by amazing swordsmanship and some other, smaller weapon Ash couldn't name.

'Impressive'

"Impressive." someone whispered in her ear, and Ash jolted forward slightly as wight suddenly pressed down on her shoulders, something soft curling around her neck. Vapor snuggled up close, his voice low, eyes piercing the back of Kenichi with interest, and then Snow, and finally meeting Ash's who was slightly confused about his sudden appearance (but then again, when was't she). He purred, tail uncurling from around her neck to point down behind her, where a familiar sheath lay.

"Brought you something that'll help you show off."

Ash slowly lowered herself down, trying to keep the cat balanced comfortably on her shoulder, and finally wrapped her fingers around cool leather. The Vorpal Blade. Apparently given to her by the strange Guild Leader, Merlin. Ashling straightened, slowly removing the dull leather sheath from the short sword, a small smile appearing as she once again got to stare at the beautiful carvings in the hilt and blade. It was a short sword, nearly a machete, covered from point to hilt in floral designs, and just holding it gave Ash a feeling of weightlessness and energy. Something else was in the leather holder as well, and she tipped it over slightly and was surprised to see a pack of cards tumble to her feet. Ah yes, these had simply appeared three days ago on her bedside table, and what an unpleasant surprise they had been. The cards inside were heavy, and the edges were ridiculously sharp and nearly cost the sleepy Ashling a finger. They were stupid playthings, but the idea of using them as a weapon was prominent among her varied thoughts, and she turned to give a small smile of thanks to her cat friend, but he was already gone.

"I suppose..." Ash spoke suddenly, slipping the pack of cards into her dress pocket, "I'll go next." Her finger traced the edge of the Vorpal Blade, blue eyes lolling dreamily over her plentiful targets until she decided on a small patch of three dummies placed close together. And then, with sudden swiftness, she bolted forward with loud footsteps, seemingly a black blur against the dull colors of the courtyard. Speed was everything to Ash, her main point in fighting and defending, and she thought it best to show off that good point by always moving. Even when she was in front of her first target she did not slow, not a single bit, instead she jumped forward, plowing blade-first through the doll's chest. The fabric gave and split as the blade pierced the dummy, and then came Ash's added weight which managed to knock the post over completely with a sudden crack. The wood splintered and then both bodies were falling forward, but she recovered quickly, pulling the blade free as she rolled over the doll's body and back onto her feet, already continuing onto the next dummy.

'Perhaps using the cards could work on this one.' her brain noted as soon as she realized how far away the next target was. Memories of Kenichi's fight from before, with those needle-like objects, replaying in Ash's head, inspiration blooming. She slipped her free hand into the pocket, using her middle finger and pointer to pull four cards from the already open case and with quick finesse she flung the four forward. Three of them simply caught the wind and fluttered to the earth lazily, evidence of her lack of understanding on how to throw the weapon, but the other one sailed through the air like a small whirlwind, barely missing the dummy as it planted itself into the very edge of it's face. She was upon it in a moment after that, arms raised high to give the unmoving doll a downward slash. The fabric once again split and two halves slumped to either side of her blade and then she was spinning around, foot lifting and extending to give a strong kick to the remaining post, sending it toppling, and then she was running once again. The last dummy was closer, and there were plenty of ways to finish it off, chopping, dicing, jabbing, more cards, maybe showing off some hand-to-hand, but instead she began to think about herself.

'Right now I am fast, but heavy. Not very heavy, but heavy. I can be lighter, faster, I can kick off this dummy without knocking it over. I can float. I will float.'

Blue eyes widened suddenly, gleaming brightly, and then narrowed. Her steps became lighter, body much more fluid then before, and the loud footsteps became quieter. The dummy was suddenly in front of her, looming, looking fragile. Light. Light. She was light. Ashling jumped forward, this time with her foot first, and planted it square against the doll's chest. There was a feeling of hardness within the body, the wooded post perhaps, and then she was kicking backwards, flipping higher into the air. Wind whistled passed her ears and weightlessness set in, a whirlwind of butterflies and leaves suspending her momentarily in the air. Her body tightened, the arm that held the blade was thrust back, and then the familiar weight of a weapon was gone, thrown forward at the target. The sword sailed downwards, gleaming in the mid-day sunlight, and it split right through the weak fabric and dug into the wet earth behind the dummy, leaving behind a large hole in the doll's chest. Ashling grinned, breathing quickly as her skirt fluttered around her knees, the same wind from before slowing her descent. Her mind was painfully clear and light and her legs felt raw yet ready for more running, but that was the price for jumping so suddenly into dummy-training after a few days of no exercise at all, and as soon as her toes connected with the ground she was running once more, slower, to gather up her weapon. She then straightened, neatening her appearance while eyes eyes locked on her toes as her face flushed a pale red,

"Sorry," her voice was hoarse, breathing heavy, "haven't done much of that since I got 'ere."

Harvest Moon: Lily of the Valley

Mid-thirties.

Kingdom Guild: Golden City

I recommend it. While the casual animation and voice acting is kinda... eeeh, the story and characters and fight scenes are definitely top-notch. (The voices will grow on you eventually, too)

Also, sorry about the fighting in my newer post. Haven't written like that since Old Guild.

Kingdom Guild: Golden City

I am pretty sure Kenichi/Kusa was dragged into the courtyard thanks to Azena's post, though it's all up to Lynx in the end. Nice post, btw, digging the sexy fox lady already, also, loving the RWBY all over you, Reaper. (:

There's no land out there. [Pirate/fantasy roleplay.]

Aaay this looks like fun. Gale is open for a Master.

Gale

Name:
Gale Crain

Age:
Twenty-four

Species:
Human

Position:
Female Slave

Personality:
Being born to a poor family, Gale always knew that life wasn't going to be easy towards her. She had to grow up fast to take care of her sickly mother and careless siblings who always seemed to get into trouble, and this lead to her gaining a rather maternal aura. Mature, quiet, and polite around strangers (And her owners later on), but quick to lose her temper, Gale was feared around her small neighborhood due to her lengthy lectures and strong smacks which were given without remorse. Thanks to her strong sense of rights and stubbornness, Gale is known to fight for what she believes in, no matter the cost, and this lead to a few beatings her youth. Other then that, when she was younger and with her siblings, Gale was known to be mischievous, doing such tasks like pick-pocketing and shoplifting, and the skill of thieving still remains. Clever and quick-witted, her tongue is a vicious weapon she isn't afraid to use. She is surprisingly studious as well, having been taught to read by a book merchant who had felt pity for the poor girl (but was never taught to write, and even now she will sometimes have to sound out simple words to figure them out). After selling herself into slavery, Gale became much quieter, yet haughty, always muttering rude phrases under her breath when put to work on something rough, and due to this she has been sold around a lot to different Masters. Surprisingly, though, she is a hard worker, and thanks to her stubborn nature won't stop working until everything is one hundred percent complete. Thanks to years of being independent, she becomes uncomfortable when others try to take care of her, and will complain loudly if others are forced to tend to her needs. She will keep her problems to herself, not wanting others to worry, and will try her best to solve them herself. Finally, Gale is surprisingly unstable. Her temper is already so short and if pushed to the limit she will panic and become much more reckless. While she isn't bother by gore, someone dying before her eyes is definitely something that would set off a panic attack (which entails trouble breathing, trouble seeing and thinking clearly, and shakiness). Cynical, if there is anyone Gale trusts it's her family, and that's it. Becoming friends with this girl is pretty challenging, but if you manage to prove yourself she will begin to open up to you.

(TL;DR: Haughty, independent, quiet around strangers and higher ups, studious, clever, stubborn, moody, unstable, motherly, cynical, secretive)

Looks:
Tall, scrawny, and fairly dirty, Gale could be pretty if she cared about her looks. Her skin is rough and as tan as it can be (which isn't very tan), and her hands and feet are long and worn from endless years of work. Large brown eyes are set into a round, normally bored-looking face which is framed by pale blonde hair that is cropped short against her head. Normally wears a billowy white shirt and equally puffy pants given to her by a past owner.

History:
Gale was born into the Crain family one night during an awful storm. Wind rocked the tiny shack that sat, semi-safe, surrounded by the taller buildings of the village on the hill, and Lucia Crain, Gale's mother, sat in stunned silence as the typhoon whirled outside, threatening the lives of her, her husband, her two young children and her new unnamed baby. However, with great fear came inspiration, and the perfect name was formed after an hour of howling and rain pitter-pattering on the roof. Gale, meaning 'Sea Storm'. And so, she grew up to be a whirlwind of a person. From babysitting to thieving, Gale was something else, and that was well known around her neighborhood. She had plenty of friends (and enemies), and despite her latent kleptomania there were many adults who felt pity for the child. One particular person, a book merchant and poor scholar, took an hour out of every day to teach her how to read and lend her some colorful books. And Gale was truly happy, until another child was bore into the family.

This child was a boy, named Luk, but after her was born Lucia took ill. Gale's older siblings, her sister Noa and brother Rubert, had no idea how to care for her or the new baby, and their father was too busy trying to keep them alive with dozens of poor-paying jobs, so Gale decided that she would care for her mother and brother. By the time she was thirteen, Gale was kept busy with feeding, studying, and making medicine for her mother while the rest of her family spent their time God knows where. She no longer had time for reading lessons, so she began to teach herself, studying from children books AND medical books she had managed to 'gather' from the town. The illness her mother had was apparently centered around her head and chest, leaving her delusional and breathless at all times. Gale had to keep calm while her mother spouted strange phrases and dreams, and whenever the two locked eyes Lucia would continually whisper 'Sea storm, sea storm'. This continued for three years until, one day, her father died in a workplace accident. Now with no income, Gale felt her hope begin to falter, and frustration set in as her mother grew sicker and sicker and her brother grew needier and needier, and one night, in a sudden fit of madness and sadness, Gale carved the words 'Sea Storm' into her bare thigh with a small dagger.

Barely a month passed after her father's death, Gale sold herself into slavery for a pretty penny. Before being dragged off towards her new Master's house, she gave her siblings basic instructions on how to use the money and how to care for themselves and their mother, and they all gave tearful goodbyes as she was towed away by a tight hand. She went through Masters like a good book, her haughty personality and rude remarks always leading to her being sold once more.

Where they lived:
Ilitin. Poor.

Skills:
Pick-pocketing, housework (cooking, cleaning, babysitting, ect.), knowledge on herbs and medicines, and nursing.

Reasons for joining the crew:
(Depends on if i gain a master or not)

Extra details:
Plenty of scars from past beatings, a circular burn mark on her lower back from a rather malicious Master, and a self-given scar dug into her upper-thigh that reads 'Sea Storm'.

Angels on our Shoulders - Modern Angel RP

Interested!

Harvest Moon: Lily of the Valley

Just tanked that audition fuck me. Anyway~ I wish everyone luck on their tests and work, I'm still ultra busy myself.

Lets hope this and stays alive while I'm away(: