Post by gabby on Jul 17, 2006 21:11:05 GMT
Name: Gabriella Rose
Age: 20 going on 21
Allegiance: Pirates
Ship/port of call: -not sure yet-
Title/Job Pirate
Personal History: -to be edited-
Appearance: Gabriella’s size was probably given to her by her ancestors. She is very petite and stands only 5’5, her legs are longer than her torso. She does not fit the term short and fat, but is rather thin and weighs 111 pounds. Her hair is a dark brown with a few natural blonde highlights on the top. Her tresses reach down about four inches below her shoulder. They are wavy, and sometimes they become curly. Her eyes are mysterious, they are a deep chocolate brown and often surrounded by a thin line of eyeliner. Her nose is small and cute, it suits her narrow face. Her lips are a light pink, and most of the time they are chapped. They are sort of full, but not the largest lips in the world. Her skin tone is a medium tan, its not the darkest, but it pretty dark from the powerful rays of the sun. Above her pretty little head is a chestnut leather pirate hat, which has worn down over the years. Her chest is covered by a once white but now brownish blouse. On her legs she wears navy pants that reach her knees.
Picture: In signature
Personality: Gabby has the mouth of a sailor. She goes around cussing at things that bother her, and often that is a lot of things. Many find it rather amusing, but a couple of people find it annoying. She gets drunk on a daily basis, when she is drunk things just slip out, and she has a humorous side to her. She is a con, and can talk her way into anything (most things anyway). Gabs does not like to let worry or fear show for she feels it is a sign of weakness, she keeps those feelings locked away inside of her.
Likes: Rum [doesn't everyone], fighting, pretty objects [gold, silver, clothes, etc...], steak [favorite food], green [favorite color], rainbow macaw [favorite animal]
Dislikes: mice, most women [finds them annoying and self-obsessed], Davy Jones
Sample R.P: [from a different PotC rpg where I played Will]
Turner’s boots hit the wet sand roughly. His footprints could be seen heading miles away from the ship. His dark brown eyes we’re fixed on the edge of the water, and he studied every centimeter of it. He was looking for whatever else might save Jack, but he could not exactly find anything that seemed to fit the description of interesting, only sand. Young Will had not had much luck finding anything; Elizabeth was the one who found the chest. Then again the rest of the crew had not found anything either. They had only scanned the forest, and the cave, maybe there was something more beyond those acres of land.
And then he saw it. It was a hat, an ebony leather hat, it seemed broken in with years, and signs of battle were cracked it in. William bent down and picked it up, examining it further. It was bent in sort of like a triangle, except it was less neat. He knew this hat, and it did not even take him a minute to figure out whose it was.
”Jack…”
He whispered to his own ears. His skull turned towards the ocean and he looked at the many miles of sea. He was out there somewhere, and the truth was Will never doubted he was alive for a second. The youthful man scratched his chin, and turned to walk in the opposite direction. When he found the extra small boat he tossed the hat in, and then climbed aboard himself. He did not even think of calling the others, he just grabbed an ore and was off into the deep blue sea to look for his captain.
Barbossa was not truthfully the most fun captain in the whole world. William labeled him a boring captain. When he saw the bearded man inside Tia’s little hut he almost yelled in protest. But he kept it in. He was not thrilled to have the man who tried to kill Elizabeth, Jack and him, come back to lead the crew… And found it hard to believe that he was helping him find Jack. Oh well… You can’t win them all.
After an hour Will turned to look backwards. There was blue, only blue. The sky was blue, and so was the water. He could not see any island. He looked forward once more, and widened his eyes at what he saw. It was a blob, a blob of black, but that blob was Jack… And he was certain it was him. Will’s paddling became more intense and quicker.
”Jack!!!”
He shouted to him not sure the pirate could hear him. They were still far from each other, but he was quickly gaining. It was about ten minutes later before he reached the dread locked pirate. A smile creased his feature, and his chapped lips parted.
”Never doubted yah for a second mate”
He said with a grin, happy to see his loyal friend. None of the crew had really said Jack was down swimming with the fishes, but a few of them had said it in their eyes.
Anything else? Quirks = Captain Jack's daughter [if theres anything wrong with that just tell me]
Age: 20 going on 21
Allegiance: Pirates
Ship/port of call: -not sure yet-
Title/Job Pirate
Personal History: -to be edited-
Appearance: Gabriella’s size was probably given to her by her ancestors. She is very petite and stands only 5’5, her legs are longer than her torso. She does not fit the term short and fat, but is rather thin and weighs 111 pounds. Her hair is a dark brown with a few natural blonde highlights on the top. Her tresses reach down about four inches below her shoulder. They are wavy, and sometimes they become curly. Her eyes are mysterious, they are a deep chocolate brown and often surrounded by a thin line of eyeliner. Her nose is small and cute, it suits her narrow face. Her lips are a light pink, and most of the time they are chapped. They are sort of full, but not the largest lips in the world. Her skin tone is a medium tan, its not the darkest, but it pretty dark from the powerful rays of the sun. Above her pretty little head is a chestnut leather pirate hat, which has worn down over the years. Her chest is covered by a once white but now brownish blouse. On her legs she wears navy pants that reach her knees.
Picture: In signature
Personality: Gabby has the mouth of a sailor. She goes around cussing at things that bother her, and often that is a lot of things. Many find it rather amusing, but a couple of people find it annoying. She gets drunk on a daily basis, when she is drunk things just slip out, and she has a humorous side to her. She is a con, and can talk her way into anything (most things anyway). Gabs does not like to let worry or fear show for she feels it is a sign of weakness, she keeps those feelings locked away inside of her.
Likes: Rum [doesn't everyone], fighting, pretty objects [gold, silver, clothes, etc...], steak [favorite food], green [favorite color], rainbow macaw [favorite animal]
Dislikes: mice, most women [finds them annoying and self-obsessed], Davy Jones
Sample R.P: [from a different PotC rpg where I played Will]
Turner’s boots hit the wet sand roughly. His footprints could be seen heading miles away from the ship. His dark brown eyes we’re fixed on the edge of the water, and he studied every centimeter of it. He was looking for whatever else might save Jack, but he could not exactly find anything that seemed to fit the description of interesting, only sand. Young Will had not had much luck finding anything; Elizabeth was the one who found the chest. Then again the rest of the crew had not found anything either. They had only scanned the forest, and the cave, maybe there was something more beyond those acres of land.
And then he saw it. It was a hat, an ebony leather hat, it seemed broken in with years, and signs of battle were cracked it in. William bent down and picked it up, examining it further. It was bent in sort of like a triangle, except it was less neat. He knew this hat, and it did not even take him a minute to figure out whose it was.
”Jack…”
He whispered to his own ears. His skull turned towards the ocean and he looked at the many miles of sea. He was out there somewhere, and the truth was Will never doubted he was alive for a second. The youthful man scratched his chin, and turned to walk in the opposite direction. When he found the extra small boat he tossed the hat in, and then climbed aboard himself. He did not even think of calling the others, he just grabbed an ore and was off into the deep blue sea to look for his captain.
Barbossa was not truthfully the most fun captain in the whole world. William labeled him a boring captain. When he saw the bearded man inside Tia’s little hut he almost yelled in protest. But he kept it in. He was not thrilled to have the man who tried to kill Elizabeth, Jack and him, come back to lead the crew… And found it hard to believe that he was helping him find Jack. Oh well… You can’t win them all.
After an hour Will turned to look backwards. There was blue, only blue. The sky was blue, and so was the water. He could not see any island. He looked forward once more, and widened his eyes at what he saw. It was a blob, a blob of black, but that blob was Jack… And he was certain it was him. Will’s paddling became more intense and quicker.
”Jack!!!”
He shouted to him not sure the pirate could hear him. They were still far from each other, but he was quickly gaining. It was about ten minutes later before he reached the dread locked pirate. A smile creased his feature, and his chapped lips parted.
”Never doubted yah for a second mate”
He said with a grin, happy to see his loyal friend. None of the crew had really said Jack was down swimming with the fishes, but a few of them had said it in their eyes.
Anything else? Quirks = Captain Jack's daughter [if theres anything wrong with that just tell me]
