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New RP, one person needed! Pirate story, no real plot just yet, making it up as I go along. Outside Character needed, one not of the current crew. Male or female it doesn't matter, am perfectly fine with Yaoi, so long as it's kept to Guild Rules and isn't explicit. Literate RPer, PLEASE. PM me the Profile of your character and a short example paragraph of how you RP.

Name: William Edwards
Age: 23
Appearance: Short, shaggy black hair, deep sea-green eyes, tan skin. Fit, but not excessively muscled, and lean. Wears a long sleeved white cotton shirt, top two buttons undone, black pants, and flexible boots. Carries several hidden daggers, and one cutlass at his side. A black leather strap keeps his hair out of his eyes, matching gauntlets wrapping securely around his forearms, with steel plates on the top to block blades.
Abilities: anything the crew can do, elemental affinity of water, excellent sense of direction.
Ship: (imagine the black pearl) Dark wood, with a green so dark as to be black for trim. Sails are also dark green, emblasoned with the captain's symbol (a blue trident over a red circle, with runes along the shaft). Named the Basilisk for it's sleek build, stealth, speed, and the cunning of it's captain.

William "Aigua" Edwards, Captain of The Basilisk, had lived on water for most of his life. He breathed the salty air, rode the waves like an otter, and loved his harsh mistress, the Sea. When on land, he was grumpy and irritable, longing for the creak of the boards, or the slap of water on wood. A renowned pirate, he had a crew of some of the best men, all hard-working and loyal. A fair captain, he made sure to make port at least every few months, knowing that his men loved women and booze as much, if not more than the sea, though She was a close companion to them all.

Morning found said man standing at the helm, a content smile playing across his lips as the night crew scurried about, readying the ship for the day. Soon, the day crew would be up and about while the night crew slept, and they would once again sail for port. The men were getting tense and grumpy, something he didn't like in his crew, and so they would put to shore for a day or two to relax and have fun. Not that William thought of shore as fun. He would much rather deal without it, personally, but he knew that his crew was not of the same mind. And so he compromised. In return for a loyal crew and swift sailing, they were treated to women and booze for two nights, every few months, just to keep the men relaxed and happy. It worked well for them. And so, as the sun broke the horizon, William shouted orders, directing the night crew to sleep and the day crew to rise, for breakfast to be made and the ship cleaned. The Basilisk turned her rudder, heading for land with her captain at the helm, the wind in his hair and the waves rushing up behind her.

They made port at about half noon, in a roudy town called Argent, home of the realms best rum and prostitutes. Neutral Ground, Pirates could make port here and not be captured, so long as they behaved and didn't break any of the fairly simple town rules made for pirates. 'Don't kill anyone, don't rape the women, and no fires.' After securing the ship, William dismissed the men with a wave of his palm, settling causally on the railing to watch as they darted off, eager to spend the loot they had gathered.

Footsteps on the deck had William turning from his perch, suspicious. All of his crew were on land, and he was alone. Scowling faintly at the thought of some arrogant snot thinking to steal from him, The Aigua, he strode forward on silent feet, drawing his cutlass. Rounding the mast, he slid the blade behind him, angled up to lie along his spine as he appeared for all the world like a gentleman at court, despite the clothing that suggested otherwise. "Well this is an interesting surprise. Not an hour ashore and already I have a lass aboard my ship. Who are you, and what do you want?" He asked, sea-green eyes narrowing slightly.

William eyed her suspiciously before relaxing minutely, slipping the cutlass into another sheath at the center of his back. "I do not often have guests aboard the Basilisk, but I suppose I could make an exception." He answered quietly. Something about the girl sent his senses tingling, but he could find no fault with her tale and so decided to keep an eye on her. "Shall we start with the hull, or would you prefer to see the rigging first?"

William simply raised an eyebrow, his suspicions confirmed, and smirked. "You think that... but there's a reason I stay behind." He sneered, backstepping swiftly out of range of her weapons, two daggers sliding out of their sheathes into his waiting palms. "I don't hold faith in luck, my dear, and neither does my crew." With a fierce grin, he darted sideways, glad for once that all of the really good haul had been left elsewhere. A ship piled with gold did not sail well after all.

William merely sighed, rolling his eyes and snickered. "Well now, that's not hardly fair. Those fine women ashore hold no interest for a man of the sea such as myself. Besides..." He smirked again, holding out a hand. A tendril of water rose from the side of the deck, hovering over to him with his sword held in it's grasp. He took the hilt, slipping one dagger back into it's place, and snickered. "I am not without my own abilities." Sliding forward, he aimed the cutlass low, towards her legs, while his dagger rose, ready to block her own strike.

Smirking a little as he watched her disappear, he tucked his sword away. "Kind though I may be, a Pirate I still am..." He murmured to the wind, thinking. After a few minutes, he turned, climbing swiftly into the rigging and perching atop the crows nest, giving him a peaceful, if windy, view of the town. Below, the water around the boat swirled, feeling the call of tightly leashed power, thin, almost invisible tendrils seeming to reach up and caress the wood of the Basilisk's hull. None would get aboard unless he allowed it, now that he knew someone wanted something from his ship.

The bar was rowdy, almost too loud for those accustomed to a somewhat quiet life at sea. Sure the waves were loud, and the yelling of the crew made some noise, but that was more like background music. First mate and the closest man to Captain Aigua, one James 'Hornet' Mauser, sat against a wall, drinking from a bottle of spiced rum and watching the rest of the crew. Since the Captain hardly ever came ashore, he was to watch the crew, make sure they didn't get too drunk as to spill secrets, or to disappear with suspicious bints. He snorted into a shot glass, aiming a glare at someone who dared to reach for his bottle. He'd paid for it dammit, it was HIS.

James turned slightly, considering the pretty young lass who had tapped him. he wasn't surprised, lots of the town women liked to hit on the pirates, but this one didn't look like the usual. Curiosity spiked, he took another swig of rum and raised an eyebrow at her. "What do you want?" Quick and to the point, that was James' style, and he liked it. It usually got him what he wanted. Never mind that wishy washy gentlemanly stuff that Aigua usually employed, effective though it was.