Post by Iddy on Dec 31, 2006 2:31:21 GMT -5
Some Mod will have to pass Judgement on Akima
Character Name:
Akima (it's a nickname for marie.... marie was a little too girly so she goes by Akima... and last name is omitted simply because it's well known)
Pronunciation:
Ah-kee-mah
FP ID#:
56808
Physical Description:
Akima is as rare and as intense as a budding desert flower. Every feature commands attention. From her shimmering blue eyes to her tiny toes, nothing is overlooked. To some she seems flawless. Few know of the jagged scars and rough callouses that cake her body. She hides them so well under multiple layers of clothing.
The captain is a petite lass. The top of her head barely grazes 5'2" on any ruler. You'd never tell just by looking; she carries herself proud; A true reflection of her noble birth. Another sign of her nobility is in the length of her hair. Akima wears her hair long and vibrant. However, never is it let out of her hair band.... she's just too tom-boy for that.....
Occupation:
Former Captain.... so all she really is is a Pirate :3
Ship:
None at the moment...
Roleplay Sample:
Brilliant blue eyes burned with a fiery passion. She manhandled the ancient tankard with porcelain digits, the molded silver strained beneath her terrible grasp; threatening to collapse at any moment. Her knuckles went ghostly white from the sheer amount of pressure she’d exerted. To put it simply, this mistress of the sea was angry. Of course this was not an ordinary anger; Captain Akima never had ordinary emotions, nor could she, herself, be considered very ordinary at all.
Akima exhibited the anger of a thousand wronged souls. One look to her face in this state was enough to send grown men running in the opposite direction; it was as if the blood was boiling beneath that flawless complexion waiting to scold all who came within her reach. It wasn’t as if she were deemed ugly, it was quite the contrary. The Captain was very much like an untamed flame; extremely beautiful to observe but deadly to touch. She’d burned more than her fair share of men in her time; perhaps this is why she’d become one of the finest Captains ever to sail the seven seas.
Her one true devotion was to the mighty waves that rocked her ship each night and brought bounties of good tidings. Of course, this now was all past tense and the very source of her brooding anger. A mutiny of sorts had occurred not even an hour ago. Like a bloody stowaway she was forced to walk the plank and thus be humiliated in front of men she’d dared to deem friends. Though she was a pirate and expected to live solely for herself, she would have died for many of those men. Under her rule they lived a rather fruitful life, or at least she’d thought. Rum was always plentiful, and no man went hungry.
However, Akima’s crew was a superstitious gaggle; the biggest belief being that it was awful poor luck to have a woman aboard a ship. Captain Akima had concluded that they were just a bunch of ninnies, every last one of them. At least they had the decency to drop her off near shore with a good deal of her accessories. Still, her fierce anger could not be shrugged off so easily.
In full pirate garb she sat in that pub and contemplated a great revenge. It was the same location where she’d originally picked up her crew. Five years ago, this day, she’d run away from daddy dearest with a handful of schillings and picked up her once devoted crew and a gorgeous ship. Akima had heard how hard a pirate’s life could be but she’d never thought something so dastardly could befall her.
She was soaked from head to toe, and her clothes clung uncomfortably to her petite frame. Akima's honey-hued locks stuck to her back and lay in a stringy array. This definitely was not the best she’d looked. Somehow she’d managed to preserve her hat that lay just so, it shielded her eyes from curious bystanders. A scowl hung taut on her face, red hot with a passionate anger. Two general opinions were formed by the men and women milling around aimlessly. Either she was found terribly frightening or extremely alluring; it was quite a skill to command such opinions, so much that few other than the Captain herself could pull it off.
Lifting the tankard to her mouth, she sipped that warm spicy liquid. Rum. Nobles really never had a respect for the wonderful substance. Sure, it’s effects could bring down a dynasty; but perhaps a sip or two a day and the world would be a much happier place. The taste was just superb and the occasional escape from reality could be appreciated by anyone. Akima lowered the tankard with a firm thump turning her hot gaze upon one who’d dared to approach her.
The woman in her line of sight had brought a blanket to warm the young captain. Akima would rather cut off each of her fingers rather than accept charity from the local bar-tender. The captain’s hot gaze bore right through the woman, causing her to turn tail with a grimace on her face. Obviously Akima was to be approached by no one not wanting to lose a head; and that’s how she wanted it. How dare anyone take her ship and expect to die of old age.
Character Name:
Akima (it's a nickname for marie.... marie was a little too girly so she goes by Akima... and last name is omitted simply because it's well known)
Pronunciation:
Ah-kee-mah
FP ID#:
56808
Physical Description:
Akima is as rare and as intense as a budding desert flower. Every feature commands attention. From her shimmering blue eyes to her tiny toes, nothing is overlooked. To some she seems flawless. Few know of the jagged scars and rough callouses that cake her body. She hides them so well under multiple layers of clothing.
The captain is a petite lass. The top of her head barely grazes 5'2" on any ruler. You'd never tell just by looking; she carries herself proud; A true reflection of her noble birth. Another sign of her nobility is in the length of her hair. Akima wears her hair long and vibrant. However, never is it let out of her hair band.... she's just too tom-boy for that.....
Occupation:
Former Captain.... so all she really is is a Pirate :3
Ship:
None at the moment...
Roleplay Sample:
Brilliant blue eyes burned with a fiery passion. She manhandled the ancient tankard with porcelain digits, the molded silver strained beneath her terrible grasp; threatening to collapse at any moment. Her knuckles went ghostly white from the sheer amount of pressure she’d exerted. To put it simply, this mistress of the sea was angry. Of course this was not an ordinary anger; Captain Akima never had ordinary emotions, nor could she, herself, be considered very ordinary at all.
Akima exhibited the anger of a thousand wronged souls. One look to her face in this state was enough to send grown men running in the opposite direction; it was as if the blood was boiling beneath that flawless complexion waiting to scold all who came within her reach. It wasn’t as if she were deemed ugly, it was quite the contrary. The Captain was very much like an untamed flame; extremely beautiful to observe but deadly to touch. She’d burned more than her fair share of men in her time; perhaps this is why she’d become one of the finest Captains ever to sail the seven seas.
Her one true devotion was to the mighty waves that rocked her ship each night and brought bounties of good tidings. Of course, this now was all past tense and the very source of her brooding anger. A mutiny of sorts had occurred not even an hour ago. Like a bloody stowaway she was forced to walk the plank and thus be humiliated in front of men she’d dared to deem friends. Though she was a pirate and expected to live solely for herself, she would have died for many of those men. Under her rule they lived a rather fruitful life, or at least she’d thought. Rum was always plentiful, and no man went hungry.
However, Akima’s crew was a superstitious gaggle; the biggest belief being that it was awful poor luck to have a woman aboard a ship. Captain Akima had concluded that they were just a bunch of ninnies, every last one of them. At least they had the decency to drop her off near shore with a good deal of her accessories. Still, her fierce anger could not be shrugged off so easily.
In full pirate garb she sat in that pub and contemplated a great revenge. It was the same location where she’d originally picked up her crew. Five years ago, this day, she’d run away from daddy dearest with a handful of schillings and picked up her once devoted crew and a gorgeous ship. Akima had heard how hard a pirate’s life could be but she’d never thought something so dastardly could befall her.
She was soaked from head to toe, and her clothes clung uncomfortably to her petite frame. Akima's honey-hued locks stuck to her back and lay in a stringy array. This definitely was not the best she’d looked. Somehow she’d managed to preserve her hat that lay just so, it shielded her eyes from curious bystanders. A scowl hung taut on her face, red hot with a passionate anger. Two general opinions were formed by the men and women milling around aimlessly. Either she was found terribly frightening or extremely alluring; it was quite a skill to command such opinions, so much that few other than the Captain herself could pull it off.
Lifting the tankard to her mouth, she sipped that warm spicy liquid. Rum. Nobles really never had a respect for the wonderful substance. Sure, it’s effects could bring down a dynasty; but perhaps a sip or two a day and the world would be a much happier place. The taste was just superb and the occasional escape from reality could be appreciated by anyone. Akima lowered the tankard with a firm thump turning her hot gaze upon one who’d dared to approach her.
The woman in her line of sight had brought a blanket to warm the young captain. Akima would rather cut off each of her fingers rather than accept charity from the local bar-tender. The captain’s hot gaze bore right through the woman, causing her to turn tail with a grimace on her face. Obviously Akima was to be approached by no one not wanting to lose a head; and that’s how she wanted it. How dare anyone take her ship and expect to die of old age.