Post by Koda Saundy on Aug 7, 2006 2:36:20 GMT
Name: Koda Saundy
Age: 14
Allegiance: Pirates
Ship/port of call: The Wicked Wench
Title/Job Just a regular pirate
Personal History: Koda grew up on the streets of the port city Cayonne (which is on the island of Tortuga) with the other "orphans". She was actually born to a family who ran a semi-respectable inn. Her father was killed and her mother died shortly after that. Men Koda never knew stormed the inn and claimed it for themselves, letting her and her little sister live, but turning them on the streets. She was 7, her sister was 4. They wandered the streets for a few days and then were promptly scooped up by one of the stet gangs run by a boy who hadn't yet reached the age of 10. They scarped by begging and stealing and the leader, named Allen, taught her to use his knife. It was the only weapon among the 6 members of the street gang. Koda's sister died the first winter, and she was swept up by one of the men patrolling, looking at the 'orphans' waiting for them to die. Koda never knew why they wanted the dead kids' bodies and she never asked, though she was sure Allen could have told her.
Koda always admired the ships coming and leaving Cayonne. She would spend time at the docks whenever Allen let her, and she would walk around seeing if any of the men needed help. She had forsaken her dress long ago and had dressed in tattered boys clothes almost since she was turned on the street and scooped up by Allen and his little gang to be a beggar and a thief. So, being so young, she was often mistook for a boy. Sailors who were bored taught her a thing or two about the ship, told her stories and sometimes got her to do simple tasks in exchange for a penny. Koda would use any money for food for the gang and she would always recount the stories to them too. She sometimes thought that was the only reason Allen let her out of begging and let her go to the docks, because she always returned with something, be it food or knowledge or a story.
Koda always wanted to get on a ship and leave the streets, though she loved the gang. They were her friends, her family. A few members came and went, coming in the spring, dieing in the winter. Only she, Allen and little Mary, who wasn't the youngest but was always the smallest, stayed the same since the day Koda was turned on the street. But Koda still loved them all. When she was 14, by her best guesses, time was measured in death and food, not days and seasons, Allen told her to go to the docks and not come back. She didn't get him meaning at first, but then he told her to get on a ship and sail out of there and be a pirate and get rich and forget the streets. Koda was torn, knowing that's what she wanted, to get on a ship and fight and have fun and get rich and be fed, but she still loved Allen and her friends and didn't want to leave them. Allen had told her that none of them could be pirates on account of they didn't know heads from tails on a ship, but Koda had spent days on the docks and at least knew the basic concepts. And she could read, simple words, but that was still better then any of the others.
So she did what Allen said, went to the docks intent on finding a ship that would except a young girl, hardly a teenager, who knew what she was talking about, but most of it was in theory. She was willing though, and very determined, so that she thought, should count for something. She heard of The Wicked Wench, a pirate ship headed by a female captain and thought that would be a good place to start her career as a pirate.
Appearance:(detailed please) Koda’s very small and thin. She has more the body of a 12 year old then a 14 year old. She has mousy brown hair that she cuts short. Long hair doesn’t do her much good as all it does is collect dirt and bugs anyway. Her eyes are a bit too big for her face and very round. They’re a deep sea green and give her an almost innocent appearance. Almost. She defiantly has the appearance of a street kid, ragged looking, very dirty, thin enough to play a tune on her ribs with the proper instruments, and hollowed out cheeks. But there’s also that slight hint of strength underneath the grime. The muscles on the thin bones. Her clothes are typical boy clothes, as opposed to typical girl clothes. She never purposely tried to pass as a boy, she just let people believe what they saw and didn’t correct them. Her skin is tanned under the dirt and she has a few scars on her arms from various scuffles she’s gotten into over the years.
Personality: She’s suspicious about everyone when she first meets them. More suspicious then normal, and she keeps this state for quite a while. She isn’t very trusting at first, and there are few people in the world she trusts. But when it does come to that, she will trust you with everything, her life and death and her past and everything. This only ever came up once, with Allen, though. Koda is relatively quite, keeping to herself mostly. She works well with people, good collaboration skills, and she will work with other people. She just prefers the company of herself most of the time. She’s fiercely loyal and her loyalty isn’t limited to her friends, or people she likes. She knows that when she joins a ship that is her home, that’s the only place she has. So regardless of whether she likes the people on board she’s loyal to everyone on that ship, and to the captain and the ship itself and she would fight for all of them. She’s not very cheerful most of the time. She does get happy and excited, but it’s a more subdued happy and excited, more quite. She also a bit of a dreamer, thinking of things and longing for things that she might never have. But she doesn’t let her dreams consume her and recognizes that they might never come true.
Likes: She likes ships, the ocean, and the idea of sailing on the sea. She likes the idea of freedom, the idea of love. Most of the things she likes are just dreams and ideas of grand things. She also has a thing for mice, not rats. Just small mice.
Dislikes: Rats, big rats. She doesn’t like bullies, people that pick on others just because they can. She doesn’t like being afraid, she hates feeling afraid above feeling anything else. She doesn’t like feeling helpless either. She doesn’t like the idea of being caged up with no way out. Most of the things she doesn’t like are ideas and such, just like the things she does like.
Sample R.P: Allen didn’t know what the hell he was talking about, Koda decided, tramping through the dirt streets and dark alleyways. Nobody looked at her. Why would they. There was nothing remarkable about her really. Thin and starved looking she looked like any other street urchin. She hadn’t worn a dress for years and years so none of the men looked at her in that strange fixated way that Koda saw them look at the properly dressed girls and women. Like they were debating how long it would be before the screams attracted someone’s attention. Koda was glad no one looked at her like that. If it met she had to wear Allen’s old clothes, she could deal with that. He was the only one of them that grew anyway. The rest of their little gang stayed the same, skinny and short and little. Maybe Koda was done with growing and she’d be this size for the rest of her life. Which surly wasn’t long anyway.
The streets of Cayonne were busy this time of day. People were milling about, women, the kind men gave those nasty looks too, were wandering the streets, poking their heads out of those ‘inns’ that weren’t really inns. Sailors who had wandered up from the docks, which is where Koda would rather be this hot day, were looking for the taverns and such, looking to spend all their money on rum. No one noticed the dirty little child weaving her way through the bodies and carts and houses and everything else that clogged up the streets of Cayonne. Well that was good. At least Allen was right about saying no one would notice her. They’d notice her when she walked off with two loves of bread though. Anyone would for sure notice that. “Yer a good thief Koda, ye know all a hidey-holes an’ such. Yer perfec’ fer it.” He had told her, slurring all his words, his grammar a perfect example of the street kid words. Koda could play at smartening herself up though. She paid enough attention to the smarter people in the city.
She saw the bakery and made a mental note to kill Allen, murder him with his own knife for this. And if she didn’t make it back to their little hidden home, she’d haunt him for the rest of his life, sort a time as that was sure to be. Nobody lived long on the streets. She figured they had all outlived their expected lifespan. ‘Ah well,” she thought. ‘I’ll be dead soon enough’. She snatched two loves of bread, right out of the bakery window and beat it. She ran like the devil himself was at her feet and she didn’t stop. There could have been screaming behind her and people after her but she didn’t bother turning around and she defiantly didn’t stop. Allen was right, she knew all the city hidey-holes and she ducked into place and weaved around and double backed so much that if anyone was chasing her they’d never be able to keep up. She was a little dirty smudge clutching two loves of white perfect bread.
She collapsed eventually, in a dark area of an alley, behind a heap of rubbish. She was breathing hard and came near to fainting. Her feet felt like they were on fire and her chest was sucking in air so fast she was surprised her lungs didn’t just pop. Her ears were sharp, listening to far off noises and expecting to hear cries of “Thief” or the crunch of heavy feet and maybe the sweep of a knife. Stealing too loves of bread could get her killed. She heard the stories about the little boys, hung for stealing bread for their super. And it wasn’t even bread as fine as what Koda was clutching to her chest.
When she could finally walk without swaying, she got up. The bread was half squashed from her hugging it so hard to her, and a little dirty, but it would still be the grandest thing she and her friends had ever tasted. Epically if old Allen had managed to scrounge up some cheese or something like that. They would have a right feast they would. And she headed to her gang’s little hideout, ready for the welcome that would await her when they saw what she had brought.
Age: 14
Allegiance: Pirates
Ship/port of call: The Wicked Wench
Title/Job Just a regular pirate
Personal History: Koda grew up on the streets of the port city Cayonne (which is on the island of Tortuga) with the other "orphans". She was actually born to a family who ran a semi-respectable inn. Her father was killed and her mother died shortly after that. Men Koda never knew stormed the inn and claimed it for themselves, letting her and her little sister live, but turning them on the streets. She was 7, her sister was 4. They wandered the streets for a few days and then were promptly scooped up by one of the stet gangs run by a boy who hadn't yet reached the age of 10. They scarped by begging and stealing and the leader, named Allen, taught her to use his knife. It was the only weapon among the 6 members of the street gang. Koda's sister died the first winter, and she was swept up by one of the men patrolling, looking at the 'orphans' waiting for them to die. Koda never knew why they wanted the dead kids' bodies and she never asked, though she was sure Allen could have told her.
Koda always admired the ships coming and leaving Cayonne. She would spend time at the docks whenever Allen let her, and she would walk around seeing if any of the men needed help. She had forsaken her dress long ago and had dressed in tattered boys clothes almost since she was turned on the street and scooped up by Allen and his little gang to be a beggar and a thief. So, being so young, she was often mistook for a boy. Sailors who were bored taught her a thing or two about the ship, told her stories and sometimes got her to do simple tasks in exchange for a penny. Koda would use any money for food for the gang and she would always recount the stories to them too. She sometimes thought that was the only reason Allen let her out of begging and let her go to the docks, because she always returned with something, be it food or knowledge or a story.
Koda always wanted to get on a ship and leave the streets, though she loved the gang. They were her friends, her family. A few members came and went, coming in the spring, dieing in the winter. Only she, Allen and little Mary, who wasn't the youngest but was always the smallest, stayed the same since the day Koda was turned on the street. But Koda still loved them all. When she was 14, by her best guesses, time was measured in death and food, not days and seasons, Allen told her to go to the docks and not come back. She didn't get him meaning at first, but then he told her to get on a ship and sail out of there and be a pirate and get rich and forget the streets. Koda was torn, knowing that's what she wanted, to get on a ship and fight and have fun and get rich and be fed, but she still loved Allen and her friends and didn't want to leave them. Allen had told her that none of them could be pirates on account of they didn't know heads from tails on a ship, but Koda had spent days on the docks and at least knew the basic concepts. And she could read, simple words, but that was still better then any of the others.
So she did what Allen said, went to the docks intent on finding a ship that would except a young girl, hardly a teenager, who knew what she was talking about, but most of it was in theory. She was willing though, and very determined, so that she thought, should count for something. She heard of The Wicked Wench, a pirate ship headed by a female captain and thought that would be a good place to start her career as a pirate.
Appearance:(detailed please) Koda’s very small and thin. She has more the body of a 12 year old then a 14 year old. She has mousy brown hair that she cuts short. Long hair doesn’t do her much good as all it does is collect dirt and bugs anyway. Her eyes are a bit too big for her face and very round. They’re a deep sea green and give her an almost innocent appearance. Almost. She defiantly has the appearance of a street kid, ragged looking, very dirty, thin enough to play a tune on her ribs with the proper instruments, and hollowed out cheeks. But there’s also that slight hint of strength underneath the grime. The muscles on the thin bones. Her clothes are typical boy clothes, as opposed to typical girl clothes. She never purposely tried to pass as a boy, she just let people believe what they saw and didn’t correct them. Her skin is tanned under the dirt and she has a few scars on her arms from various scuffles she’s gotten into over the years.
Personality: She’s suspicious about everyone when she first meets them. More suspicious then normal, and she keeps this state for quite a while. She isn’t very trusting at first, and there are few people in the world she trusts. But when it does come to that, she will trust you with everything, her life and death and her past and everything. This only ever came up once, with Allen, though. Koda is relatively quite, keeping to herself mostly. She works well with people, good collaboration skills, and she will work with other people. She just prefers the company of herself most of the time. She’s fiercely loyal and her loyalty isn’t limited to her friends, or people she likes. She knows that when she joins a ship that is her home, that’s the only place she has. So regardless of whether she likes the people on board she’s loyal to everyone on that ship, and to the captain and the ship itself and she would fight for all of them. She’s not very cheerful most of the time. She does get happy and excited, but it’s a more subdued happy and excited, more quite. She also a bit of a dreamer, thinking of things and longing for things that she might never have. But she doesn’t let her dreams consume her and recognizes that they might never come true.
Likes: She likes ships, the ocean, and the idea of sailing on the sea. She likes the idea of freedom, the idea of love. Most of the things she likes are just dreams and ideas of grand things. She also has a thing for mice, not rats. Just small mice.
Dislikes: Rats, big rats. She doesn’t like bullies, people that pick on others just because they can. She doesn’t like being afraid, she hates feeling afraid above feeling anything else. She doesn’t like feeling helpless either. She doesn’t like the idea of being caged up with no way out. Most of the things she doesn’t like are ideas and such, just like the things she does like.
Sample R.P: Allen didn’t know what the hell he was talking about, Koda decided, tramping through the dirt streets and dark alleyways. Nobody looked at her. Why would they. There was nothing remarkable about her really. Thin and starved looking she looked like any other street urchin. She hadn’t worn a dress for years and years so none of the men looked at her in that strange fixated way that Koda saw them look at the properly dressed girls and women. Like they were debating how long it would be before the screams attracted someone’s attention. Koda was glad no one looked at her like that. If it met she had to wear Allen’s old clothes, she could deal with that. He was the only one of them that grew anyway. The rest of their little gang stayed the same, skinny and short and little. Maybe Koda was done with growing and she’d be this size for the rest of her life. Which surly wasn’t long anyway.
The streets of Cayonne were busy this time of day. People were milling about, women, the kind men gave those nasty looks too, were wandering the streets, poking their heads out of those ‘inns’ that weren’t really inns. Sailors who had wandered up from the docks, which is where Koda would rather be this hot day, were looking for the taverns and such, looking to spend all their money on rum. No one noticed the dirty little child weaving her way through the bodies and carts and houses and everything else that clogged up the streets of Cayonne. Well that was good. At least Allen was right about saying no one would notice her. They’d notice her when she walked off with two loves of bread though. Anyone would for sure notice that. “Yer a good thief Koda, ye know all a hidey-holes an’ such. Yer perfec’ fer it.” He had told her, slurring all his words, his grammar a perfect example of the street kid words. Koda could play at smartening herself up though. She paid enough attention to the smarter people in the city.
She saw the bakery and made a mental note to kill Allen, murder him with his own knife for this. And if she didn’t make it back to their little hidden home, she’d haunt him for the rest of his life, sort a time as that was sure to be. Nobody lived long on the streets. She figured they had all outlived their expected lifespan. ‘Ah well,” she thought. ‘I’ll be dead soon enough’. She snatched two loves of bread, right out of the bakery window and beat it. She ran like the devil himself was at her feet and she didn’t stop. There could have been screaming behind her and people after her but she didn’t bother turning around and she defiantly didn’t stop. Allen was right, she knew all the city hidey-holes and she ducked into place and weaved around and double backed so much that if anyone was chasing her they’d never be able to keep up. She was a little dirty smudge clutching two loves of white perfect bread.
She collapsed eventually, in a dark area of an alley, behind a heap of rubbish. She was breathing hard and came near to fainting. Her feet felt like they were on fire and her chest was sucking in air so fast she was surprised her lungs didn’t just pop. Her ears were sharp, listening to far off noises and expecting to hear cries of “Thief” or the crunch of heavy feet and maybe the sweep of a knife. Stealing too loves of bread could get her killed. She heard the stories about the little boys, hung for stealing bread for their super. And it wasn’t even bread as fine as what Koda was clutching to her chest.
When she could finally walk without swaying, she got up. The bread was half squashed from her hugging it so hard to her, and a little dirty, but it would still be the grandest thing she and her friends had ever tasted. Epically if old Allen had managed to scrounge up some cheese or something like that. They would have a right feast they would. And she headed to her gang’s little hideout, ready for the welcome that would await her when they saw what she had brought.
Accepted