Pirates of the sea, searching for freedom from law and poverty, adventure around every corner. Though times can be rough or smooth, this is the life that many call theirs.

Profiles: (When you join, make two profiles; one for each crew)

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Name: Age: Gender: Weapons: Ship: Jolly Roger: Position: Place of Origin: Residence/Main Port: Bio:

Reaver
Age: (Looks) 20
Gender: Male. Very, very male.
Weapons: Dragonstomper .48 (Semi-custom pistol), rapier
Ship: The Narcissus
Jolly Roger:

Position: Captain
Place of Origin: Oakvale
Residence/Main Port: Bloodstone
Bio: Reaver is an excelent marksman, and usually does most, if not all of his fighting with his pistol before having to resort to his rapier, though he is rather skilled with that as well. He is narcissistic, egotistical, shows signs of megalomania and displays a near sociopathic disregard for life. Reaver possesses some amount of sexual impropriety, and a total disregard of loyalty or fidelity. To him, everything has a price. He has a pleasure-seeking, self-indulgent lifestyle and has an overall lack of concern for others or their sufferings. He is very vain, though, he still makes an excelent captain. He keeps his past shrouded from others, though. Aside from being the captain of his ship, he is also the "Mayor" of the port of Bloodstone, or at least the closest thing the town has to a figure of authority. Though, seeing as the town is filled with rogues, pirates, and prostitutes, his influence shows through. Heavily.


Calico Anne Cash
Age: (Looks) 18
Gender: Female
Weapons: rapier, small single-shot pistol
Ship: The Narcissus
Jolly Roger: Same as on Narcissus
Position: Helmswoman
Place of Origin: Port Muerte, Jamaica
Residence/Main Port: Doesn't like land
Bio: Calico, as she is called, is the daughter of a pirate captain. She refuses to give any further information on which pirate, or what happened to him. She was left by her mother standing on the pier of Port Muerte when she was four, luckily taken in by a gang of mischief-making street thugs. They taught her how to fight, and fight dirty. She lives by no rules, no code of conduct. If you don't give her what she wants, the best thing to do is stand out of her way when she takes it.


Calico Jack Cash
Age: (Looks) 34
Gender: Male
Weapons: rapier, rifle, and small pistol
Ship: Satan's Madness
Jolly Roger:
Position: Capitan
Place of Origin: Port Muerte, Jamaica
Residence/Main Port: Wherever He and his crew get sent
Bio: Jack is all he ever goes by, and Jack he always is. He once sailed with his daughter, Calico on board the Satan's Madness, but she took off with another crew, leaving him dunk and penniless in an unknown port. He is determined to get her back for the trouble she has caused him.



"Smiling" Jack Rackham II
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Weapons: Cutlass, blunderbuss
Ship: Satan's Madness
Jolly Roger: N/A
Position: Helmsman, First mate
Place of Origin: Port Muerte, Jamaica
Residence/Main Port: Where ever he and his crew get sent
Bio: Jack was born the son of Calico Jack, and the brother of Calico Anne. He's been serving in his father's crew all his life, and was rather pissed at Calico when she left.

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"Dragon,
And Wolf!
This night is my domain!
My glowing eyes,
You never wish them closer!

Smell of blood,
Claws of steel. (Oh yeah)
My metal got so angry... Again

I am the lord,
And master of the sword
See magic in my eyes?
That force became my endless curse
Witcher is my name!
Adrenaline burns me inside.
All Spirits from the Past
Protect the souls which never rest"
"Sword of the Witcher" by Vader

((Edited my profile. And bandwith exceeded.))

((Kk. I'll get to work on Jack II))

((Very nice. I had a brother for Calico at one point. He was a sarcastic a**.))

((Hah. Nice. Shall I start?))

((you shall.))

((Kk))

Reaver stood on a raised pedistal in the main room of his manor in Bloodstone, posing for what looked to be a semi-futuristic device- somewhat of a primitive camera. The man that stood behind it looked rather old, though he was concentrating on the task at hand. As Reaver posed, a ship pulled into port... one carrying Calico, and any others wishing to journy to Bloodstone. It was surrounded on three sides by a nearly inpenatrable swamp, and the forth had the ocean. Many a young rogue traveled to Bloodstone, though very few actually had the courage to make their way to the Manor and actually take audience with Reaver himself. Hopefully, Calico would be one of those few.

Jack grimmaced a bit as he pulled the ropes tight, tryng to fasten the sails for the night. He really didn't feel like staying up to sail the ship tonight.

Calico looked at the land with a look of disgust. Why anyone wanted to live there was beyond her. Nonetheless, she climbed off the ship, and made her way to the manor.

Captain Jack looked over at his son, chuckling lightly, "Want some help?"

As Calico approached, she heard a sound like a gunshot, though much lighter as well as a flash of light come from under the door. "A'ite sir, it'll take t'ree months to de'vel'up." Said a rather old voice, to which was answered by "What? Three months? Why... that's unacceptable! Absurde!" before a gunshot and a thud were heard.

Jack grimmaced a bit. "Please and thank yah." He said, holding the ropes tight.

Calico stepped lightly over the body, looking up at Reaver. "Nice shot."

Captain Jack took one of the ropes, trying it up.

Reaver returned his pistol to it's holster. "Yes, I know. I suppose you're the whore I sent for? Come along." Reaver said, stepping to the side and towards a set of stairs.

Jack took the other rope and tied it down, whiping the sweat off of his brow. "Thanks." He said.

"Sorry, wrong girl." Calico said simply.

Captain Jack smiled, not so much as winded, "You're very welcome. You know, it took your sister years to get that down."

Reaver stopped and looked back over his shoulder at her. "Then who are you?"

Jack grimmaced a bit. "Yeah, well, she's not as skilled as me."

"In certain aspects, yes." Captain nodded, "I think when it boils down to it, yes, you are better."

"My name is Calico Cash. I'm a piratess looking for some assistance."

"Get on with it." Reaver said, turning around to face her.

Jack frowned. "Because she's a deserting litle b*tch." He muttered.