Post by Davy Jones on Jul 18, 2006 10:16:44 GMT -5
First Name: Davy
Middle Name(s): N/A
Last Name: Jones
Age: unknown
Birth Place: The Sea
Physical Description: Like his crew, Davy Jones' body is mixed with features of various aquatic fauna, with cephalopod facial features and a crustacean-style claw for his left arm, and the right leg of a crab (resembling a pegleg). In addition to his moustached face, depicted by multiple tentacles, he "breathes" through siphons at the sides of his face.
Personality Description: He is cold and merciless. He thinks that a life is just another speck of sand on the floor.
Strengths: Commands the flying dutchman. He also has a powerful crew with the mostr fearsome beast in the water, the Kraken.
Weakness: Thinks to highly of himself. Also has a soft spot for people in love.
Personal History: It is not known where Davy was born though many believe he was born in the depth's of the sea. Davy Jones was a simple captain of the Flying Dutchman he was happy, for he was going to get married to an unknown woman. But tragedy was forsaken his wife had broken his heart and left him. He made a deal with the sea(I think it was the sea) that he wants to become immortal so he will remove the only thing that can break him, his heart.
Sample RP/fanfic (100 Words Min): Captain Jack Sparrow looked sidelong across the deck at young Will Turner. They would not reach Tortuga and pick up a crew until late the next afternoon. In the meantime, the two of them would have to sail the Interceptor alone. The captain smiled to himself. It would be dangerous to do so through the night, and he planned to drop anchor at a tiny island he knew, and resume course with the dawn. That meant he could safely leave the helm. . .
"So, can you sail under the command of a pirate, or can you not?" he had asked, offering Will the return of his sword.
Will had accepted it – but he almost certainly had not realized what that acceptance could mean. Still, Jack preferred his partners willing. He decided to test the waters.
"Come here, lad, so I need not shout over the winds," he said. When Will stood beside him, he laid a companionable hand on the lad's shoulder.
"You're no eunuch, indeed, if you're willing to die for the girl," Jack said, idly rubbing his other thumb along the smooth wood of the wheel as he steered. She was not the Black Pearl, his true mistress, but she would do for the time being. He could never scorn the fastest ship in the Caribbean. "But there's nothing to dying. What else would you do for her?"
"Anything," replied Will fiercely.
"Fight for her?"
"Of course."
"Kill for her?"
"Certainly."
"Be a slave for her?"
"If I must."
"Give her up?"
The last question, Jack saw, stopped Will's breath short, but the younger man gave a reluctant nod.
Middle Name(s): N/A
Last Name: Jones
Age: unknown
Birth Place: The Sea
Physical Description: Like his crew, Davy Jones' body is mixed with features of various aquatic fauna, with cephalopod facial features and a crustacean-style claw for his left arm, and the right leg of a crab (resembling a pegleg). In addition to his moustached face, depicted by multiple tentacles, he "breathes" through siphons at the sides of his face.
Personality Description: He is cold and merciless. He thinks that a life is just another speck of sand on the floor.
Strengths: Commands the flying dutchman. He also has a powerful crew with the mostr fearsome beast in the water, the Kraken.
Weakness: Thinks to highly of himself. Also has a soft spot for people in love.
Personal History: It is not known where Davy was born though many believe he was born in the depth's of the sea. Davy Jones was a simple captain of the Flying Dutchman he was happy, for he was going to get married to an unknown woman. But tragedy was forsaken his wife had broken his heart and left him. He made a deal with the sea(I think it was the sea) that he wants to become immortal so he will remove the only thing that can break him, his heart.
Sample RP/fanfic (100 Words Min): Captain Jack Sparrow looked sidelong across the deck at young Will Turner. They would not reach Tortuga and pick up a crew until late the next afternoon. In the meantime, the two of them would have to sail the Interceptor alone. The captain smiled to himself. It would be dangerous to do so through the night, and he planned to drop anchor at a tiny island he knew, and resume course with the dawn. That meant he could safely leave the helm. . .
"So, can you sail under the command of a pirate, or can you not?" he had asked, offering Will the return of his sword.
Will had accepted it – but he almost certainly had not realized what that acceptance could mean. Still, Jack preferred his partners willing. He decided to test the waters.
"Come here, lad, so I need not shout over the winds," he said. When Will stood beside him, he laid a companionable hand on the lad's shoulder.
"You're no eunuch, indeed, if you're willing to die for the girl," Jack said, idly rubbing his other thumb along the smooth wood of the wheel as he steered. She was not the Black Pearl, his true mistress, but she would do for the time being. He could never scorn the fastest ship in the Caribbean. "But there's nothing to dying. What else would you do for her?"
"Anything," replied Will fiercely.
"Fight for her?"
"Of course."
"Kill for her?"
"Certainly."
"Be a slave for her?"
"If I must."
"Give her up?"
The last question, Jack saw, stopped Will's breath short, but the younger man gave a reluctant nod.