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| 24 Oct 2014 03:14 PM |
The Roleplay will be set in the timeframe of the early 1700's and it will mostly revolve around surviving as one of the shipwrecked crew members, but as these crew members will soon find out to their own despair, nature is not the only thing against them...
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"Sails! Sails! Let the damned things out! Quickly, shipmates!" a grizzled and experienced brave man called out, his old and gravelly voice still able to ring out over the harsh rain and crashing tide that flowed over the ship's bow as it cut through the rushing torrent of salty water.
The older man looked up toward the mast, the swaying of the boat and his poor eye-sight working in turn to inhibit him from seeing one of his shipmates who was mindlessly still up there. The young man, a tenderfoot, was brave but stupid and was out to prove himself when there was nothing to prove, the grizzled captain knew. "Get down you imbecile before you end up in an eternity box!" he shouted, however it was too late.
The sails were let down and met with immense wind-force, the amount so ethereal that it awed all who saw what came next. The lower-mast, made of century-old sturdy white-oak wood, snapped in half, taking the young man with it into the sea of black.
The old man looked up as the man fell from the mast, the tenderfoot's wide-eyed and horrified expression lit-up by the loud crack of lightening that sprawled its white arm across the sky. The captain knew that his ship was going to be lost in the unforgiving sea of salt that had consumed so many lives on expeditions before, so he removed his tricorn hat and laid it on the deck - a final act of appreciation to his beauty of a ship, Wolfwind.
The bolt of lightening brought about great news, though! A shipmate came down from the deck, the rain still pelting down and the waves persisting to ride up the bow. A desperate but determined expression present on his face as he approached him captain.
"Cap'n! Land! Land ho'! We'll be hit'n the rocks soon! Wolf'nd will be lost but our lives shan't be!" he shouted to his captain over the hard rain and crashing waves whom which was now standing upright, his hat still placed on the soaked deck.
"Very well. Gather everyone and have them take what they can! We'll check the shipwreck for more items later," the captain said firmly, no doubt of the surviving present in his voice or stance, although he knew there was only a slim chance that they would not perish.
The captain's crew member had held his word true. Everyone was up on the bow within a minute, prepared to hit the rocks. Few items and such were clasped in their hands as they waited for the initial impact. They held on to the railings for stability as the waves still rocked their boat relentlessly. The captain had his left arm wrapped around what was left of the ship's mast as he looked back and observed his ragtag crew through the heavy rain that brought along with it a crack of lightening.
Their faces were glum, some scared and some ready to embrace death for they had fought the storm that was about to consume them for hours. There was no time to think of that, though; the ship hit the rocks with an immense amount of force. All who were unprepared lost some of their items or themselves for the captain saw two men go overboard and he nearly joined the, the impact throwing him off balance.
The boat had stopped, ensnared on the rocks. A bolt of lightening cracked against the night sky once again, showing him that the land was so close, yet so far. There was no time to wait, though; the waves would tear his boat apart even more and he and his men would die without even putting up a fight. One last time, as the waves rocked Wolfwind and the rain fell heavily overheard, the captain looked over his men. They were waiting on him to give the orders, possibly one last time.
"Order they shall have," he murmured to himself.
"Men! Go overboard! Swim to the shore! Fight and you shall be rewarded with life! Be a coward and you will die a thousand deaths!" he shouted to his men as he raced over the edge, plunging into the salty torrent of water.
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Name:
Age:
Physique:
Occupation: (Most men were farmers, but being something other than is very much encouraged.)
Weapon: (Muskets, hatchets, flintlocks, no weapon, or anything else that comes to mind as long as I can confirm it.)
Biography: (This ship was originally sailing to one of the thirteen colonies to deliver the colonists that were on board. Write about why you may be leaving England.)
Are you okay with your character dying to advance the plot? Y/N:
Other:
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Should the OP make a character or just control the story?: Y/N |
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| 24 Oct 2014 04:47 PM |
name : percy jackson other : bath, book, dream!!! |
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| 24 Oct 2014 10:54 PM |
| Ill come to the rescue, im trying to think of a character. |
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| 24 Oct 2014 10:55 PM |
| Marked, will possibly make my character tomorrow |
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| 25 Oct 2014 12:29 AM |
Name: William Haggard
Age: 40 somethin'. You can ask but he always replies with that.
Physique: His frame is skinny and boney, his jaw is painfully obvious, his head looks like the skin is tightly wrapped around his skull. His brow eyes deep-set in his head, almost always shadowed over. He looks like he's about to starve to death all the time, but yet he's perfectly capable.
Occupation: (Most men were farmers, but being something other than is very much encouraged.) He was a beggar on the streets doing oddjobs of all sorts.
Weapon: (Muskets, hatchets, flintlocks, no weapon, or anything else that comes to mind as long as I can confirm it.) A small but elegant knife, looking far more sophisticated then him.
Biography: (This ship was originally sailing to one of the thirteen colonies to deliver the colonists that were on board. Write about why you may be leaving England.) one of the oddjobs he did turned out to be illegal, so he took up another job as a guise to make his escape to the Americas. And also, he thought England was smelly. Odd guy.
Are you okay with your character dying to advance the plot? Y/N: Yes...? I mean if other people join, than yes.
Other:
I think the OP should make a character just to advance/communicate the plot a bit easier.
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| 25 Oct 2014 12:35 AM |
| I like it, Gweb. Accepted. |
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| 25 Oct 2014 01:25 AM |
Name: Mack Johnerson
Age: 22
Physique: He has a unique brown eyes, has a blonde-brown hair, he is 5'10 ft tall, his skin tone is Anglo-Germanic because he was a descendant of some Germanic barbarians invading England thousands of years ago, and he has a three big scars on his right neck.
Occupation: In his childhood, he was just a farmer along with his parents in Birmingham but now he is a royal soldier because he dreams to become a soldier, I don't know why.
Weapon: Musket and Flintlock.
Biography: He decides to leave England because he heard something about this 'New World' and he wants to see what's in the 'New World', he is pretty excited y'know.
Are you okay with your character dying to advance the plot? Y/N: Yes..? I think so..
Other: ?????
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| 25 Oct 2014 10:56 AM |
| Alright Ploppa, despite the typos, I'll give you a try. You're accepted. |
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gwebster2
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| 25 Oct 2014 11:02 AM |
this better take off that intro was too well written for this to not take off
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| 25 Oct 2014 11:57 AM |
Thanks Gweb.
And Rock, quit saying you're going to make your character; I know it's coming and I'll wait for it. We're in no immediate rush. |
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| 25 Oct 2014 02:13 PM |
I was scared of dentists and the dark I was scared of pretty girls and starting conversations Oh, all my friends are turning green You're the magician's assistant in their dream
Oh, and they come unstuck
Lady, running down to the riptide Taken away to the dark side I wanna be your left hand man I love you when you're singing that song And I got a lump in my throat 'Cause you're gonna sing the words wrong
There's this movie that I think you'll like This guy decides to quit his job and heads to New York City This cowboy's running from himself And she's been living on the highest shelf
Oh, and they come unstuck
Lady, running down to the riptide Taken away to the dark side I wanna be your left hand man I love you when you're singing that song And I got a lump in my throat 'Cause you're gonna sing the words wrong
I just wanna, I just wanna know If you're gonna, if you're gonna stay I just gotta, I just gotta know I can't have it, I can't have it any other way I swear she's destined for the screen Closest thing to Michelle Pfeiffer that you've ever seen, oh
Lady, running down to the riptide Taken away to the dark side I wanna be your left hand man I love you when you're singing that song And I got a lump in my throat 'Cause you're gonna sing the words wrong
Oh lady, running down to the riptide Taken away to the dark side I wanna be your left hand man I love you when you're singing that song And I got a lump in my throat 'Cause you're gonna sing the words wrong
Oh lady, running down to the riptide Taken away to the dark side I wanna be your left hand man I love you when you're singing that song And I got a lump in my throat 'Cause you're gonna sing the words wrong And I got a lump in my throat 'Cause you're gonna sing the words wrong |
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| 25 Oct 2014 04:26 PM |
| If nobody else joins, I'll make my character and start it up for us, even if it ends up just being you and me, Gweb. |
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| 25 Oct 2014 09:43 PM |
Name: Samuel E. Alba Age: 23 Physique: Medium built. Occupation: Co- Owner of the Dutch East Trading Company Weapon: Specially designed handflintlock to be able to draw out of his coat cuff. Bio: Mr. Samuel was a young man born into a wealthy family. He enjoyed much high class living, such as carriages and private schooling. After receiving a degree in Law and Business, his friend (a wealthy one) invited him to be co owner of the newly formed DETC. When America was discovered, his friend sit him on a journey to set up a trading outpost in America. Other: did I do it right ma |
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| 25 Oct 2014 10:07 PM |
Yay, you did it. We can start if you guys want, now.
Name: Petyr Hafford Age: 29 Physique: A well-built male made for warfare. He has light blue eyes, brown hair, and pale white skin which signifies him as an English man. Occupation: Meant to be the Overseer for Portsmouth's militia. Weapon: A smooth-bored English cavalry flint-lock rife. Bio: Petyr was always cut out be a war monger and he found that in England's military. He joined up at an early age and eventually broke off due to an offer proposed by Portsmouth's governor himself. Their recent overseer of their militia had died and they needed a new, fit young man to tackle the job. Petyr was just the man, however the universe had different plans... Other: |
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| 25 Oct 2014 10:09 PM |
I did it right ma I did it yayy I think we shouldn wait when all the other RP'rs are on. |
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