Post by Christopher Drake on Jul 19, 2006 7:51:51 GMT -5
First name: Christopher
Middle name: William
Last name: Drake
Nicknames: Swashbuckling Chris, Chris, Swishin' Chris, Chrissy
Personality: Bright, he's also very reckless which is ironic. And he'll usually use his cutlass.
Strength: He's bright. And loyal to those we calls comrades. He likes to try an encourage people and never quits.
Weaknesses: He never quits. Okay, so he might run if there's ten people against him but... usually he doesn't! Attractive women. And most definitely, a sword in the gut.
Description: It was easy for Drake (age 29) to stand out (Well, above) in a crowd. Standing at 6" 5" people usually need to look up to speak to him. His black hair was cropped, though you could hardly see it, he wears a Tricone (which he stole, I might add!). He had a brown Jacket on him all the time, and the shirt underneath was usually red. Not much to say about his pants; dirty, white, and ripped. Boots were ordinary, just black boots most pirates wore. His brown belt held a flintlock pistol, his cutlass, and three daggers. He was well muscled and he wasn't ugly, or pretty. He had brown eyes and had a jaw that jutted out slightly.
Brief History: Chris was born and raised on English soil, in London. His family wasn't rich nor were the poor. Just your average English Family. His father, Willam Drake, worked as a blacksmith. His mother, Elizabeth Drake, worked a s... mother. Life was fairly uneventful, his father made him a cutlass when he was twenty. When Drake was twenty-six he decided to move to the Caribbean where he could find a "Job". His father aggreed, lent him some money, and sent him off. Of course, Chris's "Job" was going to be Pirating. He couldn't find it at first. So he worked as a fisherman until he did become a Pirate. about a year into it, he looted the jacket and tricone he wore. He usually spends his shillings at the local Tavern.
RP Sample:
They called him Swashbuckling Chris.
Chris walked down the plank that connect the ship he was working on, to the dock. He patted his pocket and grinned as his recently earned money shook. His heavy footfalls made thumping sounds on the dock as he walked with a powerful stride. As he left the docking area Chris scanned around swiftly for a Tavern- and he found one.
Entering the tavern Chris took a seat right next to the counter. The barkeeper glanced over, washing a mug with a dirty towel.
"Hullo there, whad'ya want today, sir?"
"Aye, I'll be having the ale."
'''Ight, wha'kinda ale?"
"Cheap."
Setting the mug and towel down the barkeeper slipped over to the tap, grabbing a mug along the way, and filling it. Placing it on the table the Barkeeper slid it over to Chris who in turn flip him a coin. The keeper caught it and pocketed it. Sipping his ale Chris leaned back in the stool, thinking what he would do next.
Middle name: William
Last name: Drake
Nicknames: Swashbuckling Chris, Chris, Swishin' Chris, Chrissy
Personality: Bright, he's also very reckless which is ironic. And he'll usually use his cutlass.
Strength: He's bright. And loyal to those we calls comrades. He likes to try an encourage people and never quits.
Weaknesses: He never quits. Okay, so he might run if there's ten people against him but... usually he doesn't! Attractive women. And most definitely, a sword in the gut.
Description: It was easy for Drake (age 29) to stand out (Well, above) in a crowd. Standing at 6" 5" people usually need to look up to speak to him. His black hair was cropped, though you could hardly see it, he wears a Tricone (which he stole, I might add!). He had a brown Jacket on him all the time, and the shirt underneath was usually red. Not much to say about his pants; dirty, white, and ripped. Boots were ordinary, just black boots most pirates wore. His brown belt held a flintlock pistol, his cutlass, and three daggers. He was well muscled and he wasn't ugly, or pretty. He had brown eyes and had a jaw that jutted out slightly.
Brief History: Chris was born and raised on English soil, in London. His family wasn't rich nor were the poor. Just your average English Family. His father, Willam Drake, worked as a blacksmith. His mother, Elizabeth Drake, worked a s... mother. Life was fairly uneventful, his father made him a cutlass when he was twenty. When Drake was twenty-six he decided to move to the Caribbean where he could find a "Job". His father aggreed, lent him some money, and sent him off. Of course, Chris's "Job" was going to be Pirating. He couldn't find it at first. So he worked as a fisherman until he did become a Pirate. about a year into it, he looted the jacket and tricone he wore. He usually spends his shillings at the local Tavern.
RP Sample:
They called him Swashbuckling Chris.
Chris walked down the plank that connect the ship he was working on, to the dock. He patted his pocket and grinned as his recently earned money shook. His heavy footfalls made thumping sounds on the dock as he walked with a powerful stride. As he left the docking area Chris scanned around swiftly for a Tavern- and he found one.
Entering the tavern Chris took a seat right next to the counter. The barkeeper glanced over, washing a mug with a dirty towel.
"Hullo there, whad'ya want today, sir?"
"Aye, I'll be having the ale."
'''Ight, wha'kinda ale?"
"Cheap."
Setting the mug and towel down the barkeeper slipped over to the tap, grabbing a mug along the way, and filling it. Placing it on the table the Barkeeper slid it over to Chris who in turn flip him a coin. The keeper caught it and pocketed it. Sipping his ale Chris leaned back in the stool, thinking what he would do next.
