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[Ariana Lenoir]

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Rolling waves. The stink of sweat. Mosquitoes. The sound of laughter. Salt. Mud. Rain. Blood spattered across a drawn cutlass.

Buccaneer's Den. For generatons it has been a haven for those on the outskirts of life. Criminals, thugs, orphans and the insane. Freedoms are given to those who seek it, but only so long as the sword or the fist holds it prisoner. The muggy, jungle island, so far from the sway of Britain and its armies, has always been a safe respite for those who would rather steal their way through life instead of earning it. Given this natural disposition, the more skilled and deft of those who gathered on this spit of land in the middle of a barren ocean turned to a vocation most suited for their lifestyles. Piracy.

Hot rain falls nearly constantly and the risk of disease is always present. The citizens who live in the small town huddle under eaves of their thatched roofed cottages, hoping for little more than to get to the next day with their lives little changed from the previous. Peasants live a hard scrabble life fixing shoes or tending to the wounded. Criminals wander the muddy streets, counting the coins of the last home the robbed on the mainland. wenches stand outside doors, their bodies on display, their hands beckoning those with money to take of their trade. Thugs and brutes pick fights in the taverns. Rum and beer spills from upended cups as the drunks scream at one another. Pirates wander to and from boats that list idly in the calm waters of the eastern cove.

However, a sense of order has begun to grow. Money, new money, flows. Wine joins the spirits. Armored men step in before combatants draw blood. Authority. Food comes through the land gate and via ships that were once marked for piracy. Workers are encouraged to build up the town instead of crushed under it. Rusty swords and rotting leathers are now new and oiled. The pirates, once notorious for murdering themselves as much as the enemy are now joined under a single banner.

Far off in Britain, ships begin to show damage from pitched battles or fail to arrive more often. Cargo, once meant to arrive in shops and markets in Moonglow, Nujelm and Vesper, now decorates the necks of those who could never dream to afford such jewelry, fills the bellies of those who only could dream of knowing a full belly, and fills the coffers of the captains now flying a flag for a new Den, a banner for all those seeking Asylum.

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[Ariana Lenoir]

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All information is OOC only, unless otherwise noted. Updated: July 8, 2009

Birthname: Ariana Catherine Lenoir
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: 25
Height: 5'4''
Weight: 115 lbs.

Physical Description:
Lithe and graceful, this young woman's build would befit a seasoned dancer. Intangible poise steels her spine and carries through the language of gesture and touch and a determination guides her every movement with decided deliberation. When seen, pale glacial blue eyes, touched by a trace of teal in some lights, echo a tempestuous ocean storm in color. Her skin is lightly dusted in finely-crushed crystalline powder giving the impression of luminescence.

Although seldom seen, on her back is an elaborate tattoo of a dragon that stretches from the back of her shoulders to the under curve of her rear. Underneath this splash of color remain the thick scars from serious wounds she received when she was sixteen when wide strips of skin were shaved from her back with a carpentry plane. Some of the scars are covered in a translucent sheen of skin and others caused her skin to curve slightly in raised portions. The scar tissue is hidden so well in the design that they would appear to the casual glance of being intended by an artist of superior expertise. The artist painfully embedded very tiny crystals into key points in her skin to help camouflage the damage even more by drawing the eyes away to other points. A truly observant individual, someone who knew what they were looking for or someone who had extensive time to study the design and touch it might be able to see beyond the mask of artwork to the horror it covered.


First Impression:
She appears very refined and educated, almost as if she were raised at court. Most of the time, she seems very in control of her emotions - even to the point of appearing perfectly calm in hostile situations. When coaxed into singing, her voice is very sultry and haunting, often empowering others to their own memories of the emotion of her chosen song whether it be happiness, anger or a sense of loss.

Quotes:
"Everythin' is a matter o' perspective."
"Sometimes people are required t'make sacrifices. Like friendship."
"Everyone's opinions matter, just some opinions matter more."


It is acceptable for players to treat the following rumors as IC knowledge that they've heard from Buccaneer's Den townsfolk.
Some are true and some are false. Let RP with players help your character decide.

Current Rumors:

1. She is a very skilled in arcane rituals and spells.
2. She has been infected by blackrock.
3. She uses the crystalline dust on her skin to disappear from view.
4. She once hired an assassin to kill a suitor for not opening a door for her.
5. Her parents are dead and she received a substantial inheritance.
6. She's not human.
7. She is the mother of a daughter by Prince Cyrus Skyfire of Sanctus.
8. The reason her eyes are so blue is because she is partially blind.
9. The shadows themselves seem to guard her.
10. Her younger sister, Phaidra, killed their parents.


Songs that Fit the Character:

"Stand My Ground" by Within Temptation
YouTube Link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4sCkAvh50Vs

"It's the Fear" by Within Temptation
YouTube Link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sm_xasycD6s

[Sitka]

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All information is OOC only, unless otherwise noted. Updated May 4, 2009

Birthname: Sitka "Don't Frak with Me" Lark
Gender: Female
Race: Human (Ghouled)
Age: 20
Height: 5'7''
Weight: 130 lbs.

Physical Description:
It is hard to miss this young woman no matter where she is. Her hair is a whirlwind of white, pink and purple that almost seemed to fight against each other for dominance over the eyestrain they are sure to elicit in others. It's chaos is only tamed by a fur-lined hat that is usually pulled down on her head. A pair of what appears to be real ears from a lop-rabbit dangled from the top of the hat, one on each side and dyed bright pink. A severed pink bear head from a child's toy is attached on the front, one of his glass eyes replaced with a metal cap from an ale bottle that had been cut, crimped and warped to rudely resemble the gesture of one's middle finger to those who look close enough.

She often wears a black leather kilt with pinkish-purple striped stockings underneath that extended down to the large pair of “ass-kickers”, which most might call leather boots. Even the boots are spiked in placed from nails having been driven from the inside to the outside. Above the waist, she wears a black shirt with a dog-collar spiked choker and a necklace of ale bottle caps that had been punched through and threaded on a leather strap. The tip of a unlit cigarette is often seen sticking out the top of her shirt as if she used the bra underneath as a pocket of convenience. Her right ear is pierced numerous times with a plethora of metal as well as several other piercings, including a small barbell in her tongue.

First Impression:
She is very outgoing and friendly towards most people she meets. Fear and moderation do not seem to be in her vocabulary and she seems to live as if each day were here last. Although sometimes the things she says are 'off kilter", there is a strong sense of intelligence sparkling in her blue eyes.

Quotes:
"Why insult a door's purpose by locking it?"
"If my head explodes, I'm gonna be very upset."

It is acceptable for players to treat the following rumors as IC knowledge that they've heard from Buccaneer's Den townsfolk.
Some are true, false or a mixture of both. Let RP help your character decide.

Current Rumors:

1. She uses illegal narcotics regularly.
2. She's a very good, experienced babysitter.
3. She seems to have no "inner voice" as most people do.
4. Something about her is "just not right".
5. Although really young, she's been married multiple times and widowed each time under suspicious circumstances.
6. She isn't human, just can't be.
7. She used to lead a gang of street kids in Skara Brae.
8. She has experience working as a bartender.
9. She is illiterate.
10. Is very skilled in the arts of forensics.

Songs that Fit the Character:

"When You're Evil" by Voltaire
YouTube Link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bPXfz2M0xqo

"I Can't Decide" by Scissor Sisters
YouTube Link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JSdE9x5bvjU