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-Vic smirked as she was let loose and then checked her cloth and her leather armor. She gave a healthy sigh when he walked away. That was a tough choice. Then she saw the muscle man follow him. She stayed outside, not sure what to do, seeing the compliment man go down to the water and the buff guy in a shitty robe heading out on a dinghy. She shrugged and figured why shouldn’t she just join the crew. She took one of the loaves out from her shirt and nibbled on it, then realized, she was in front of men. She placed it back into her shirt and saw some hand holds in the face of the rocks around the area. She lifted her body up through the walls and made herself comfy once she got up to the innocence sign. She was used to climbing and she had enough energy to make it. She then took out the loaf again, not even noticing the words and started to nibble on the bread.-
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-Vic didn’t see the daggers coming and felt her cloth get pinned to the wall. She struggled to move but then heard the man threatening her and smirked, “Well aren’t you the fine one! At least you have the gall to flirt with me before ya rape!” She then managed a slight giggle before saying, “I just wanted out of that town of bloody idiots so I hopped on the biggest ship I could find while a huge fight went on. I got crushed under a crate of apples and two men tried to rape me so I gutted them. You satisfied?” She was looking him over. She didn’t even seem to want to look at the captain, hoping her explanation was enough for the man before her but she added, “Five days sounds hot…”-
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-Vic felt a the weight lift then saw the light and two ugly as hell men. She looked at the gun and put her hands up as if she was defeated and came out of the hiding spot. She waited until she could get close then allowed her hands to fall slowly, her face showing innocence as her hand gripped her dagger in reverse. She swiped it out at the one holding the gun, the essential slice would travel from bellybutton to collar bone if he could not move in time then a follow up swipe to the down right to slice at the other. That follow swipe, if he did not move, would result in his stomach being cut open as well. Then she’d make a break for it. She ran out and up as fast as she could and kept her dagger in her hand.-
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-Vic tried hard not to make a sound when the apples were placed on her. She lasted a while but she was losing breath as they sailed. She tried to move and it was to no avail. Her mind raced as did her heart as she thought of how to fix this but her only thought was to make sound. She let out a grunting noise as she tried again to push it. It would let her be heard. This was weakening her, though. She ended up stopping in trying and forced a loaf out from her shirt and gnawed on it. She made sure if she heard movement to place the loaf away then make noises again.-
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-Vic noticed a large riot going on and decided to jump roof to roof to get closer to the docks. She found herself out of roof top so she climbed down and slowly made her way through the fighting and looked at the really big ship. She waited for a chance when the men were no longer on it to rush onto the large vessel and quickly looked around. If she heard any sounds, she hugged a wall until she could find her way to a decent hiding spot. She found their storage and smirked, hiding herself under what was left of their old provisions and waited.-
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-Vic stayed on her part of the roof, her eyes looking as the golden lock flowed ahead of her. She sighed and muttered to herself, “Brilliant… Bloody brilliant…” She tried to spread some dirt onto it and spied out another merchant. She leaped down carefully and walked up to the stand. She waited until the merchant was talking to someone else and she picked up a loaf.
“Ah lady~!” The merchant saw her, “That is the finest bread in the area! Hear the crunch when you touch it and the smell is so fresh!”
Vic thought fast and said, “I can’t hear a single crunch on this loaf! You call this bread?! I call it a piece of horse shit!” She put it down and said, “I should tell the whole town.”
The Merchant sweated a bit and said, “WAIT! I will give you the loaf for free if you don’t tell anyone!”
Vic looked at him and said, “Two loaves and an apple.”
“No! One loaf!” The merchant argued.
“I guess I should tell the town and all who come to port!” Vic snarled at him.
“WAIT!” The merchant said and finally gave in, “Two loaves, one apple, and you don’t tell.”
Vic smirked and said, “Deal.” She grabbed two loaves and an apple and took off into an alley then put them in her clothes and went back up to the roof tops. She sat herself down and gave a content giggle.-
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-Vic rested in the haystack until yet another rude awakening happened. A cow decided to lick the hay off of her face. She jumped up and wiped the slobber up. “ICK! YUCK!” She moved from the stack and glared at the cow. Her hair in one section was licked clean of dirt, revealing some blonde underneath. She growled as she saw the lock flow into her face. She bapped the cow on the nose and said, “MORON!” The cow reared up and the other cows saw it was hurt and charged at her. “SHIT!” She turned and started running through the town. She made one sharp turn and most of the cows didn’t catch it. She ran and forced herself up onto a house, throwing them off for good. She took a deep breath then checked for the loaves in her shirt and only found slobber. She muttered to herself, “Those morons… ate my bread…” She just sat herself on the roof and stayed frustrated.-
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-Vic only rested for a moment until she heard the sounds of a guard and a settler fighting. She looked down over the roof and looked at the two. She took out the ear of corn and chucked it at the guard’s head. She then yelled, “LEAVE THE LASS ALONE! YA DUMB BRUTE!” She saw the guard regain his footing and start coming to try and find a way up the house. “Shit,” she muttered to herself before running to the edge of the home and jumping to the next one. She barely made it and pulled herself up onto it then kept running. She went to jump to the next one after that and heard a gunshot as she fell down, it missing her as she fell between the buildings. She landed fine, not really harming herself as she got up to keep running. She finally found a barn on the edge of the settlement where she promptly ran in and buried herself in a pile of hay. She evened out her breathing and watched as the guard ran past the barn. She stayed still though, she didn’t want to be noticed. It was also rather comfortable. She closed her eyes and went to sleep there.-
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Yes. The First Pirate is the Pirate King. It has already been claimed.
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8/1/2014 – Ran into a hitch in the set up. I meant to update but I forgot to. Anyways, I will need more time to get up the threads, just a week. In between sewing a cosplay, rping in other groups, and working on the site and animations, it is a tough juggling act.
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-Vic was eventually awoken by the pain in her stomach. She uncurled herself and looked down over the settlers beneath her. She scanned and saw a food merchant down a ways. She found her way to the ground and walked to the merchant while he was dealing with one of the other settlers. She grabbed a two apples, a thing of corn, and two loafs of bread. She stuffed the apples into her breast cups and the bread into her abdomen. She then put the corn down in the middle.
She walked away, seemingly unnoticed. This was great! These settlers were idiots, nice prey for her. She made her way onto a roof again, with difficulty as she had the stuff in her clothes. She found her way up eventually and holed up on the roof. She took out the food items and started eating an apple first. She had enough common sense to know they would spoil first. She nearly devoured it but couldn’t really consume the other things. The apple did her in so she threw the other one down into the alley, a poor person nabbing it. She kept the corn and bread with her and tucked them into her clothes as she laid back down.-
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-Vic remained in the alley and stayed hidden from the settlers and the English. She looked out and saw two settlers arguing over a coin purse. She smirked and ran out fast, slicing it open and letting the coins fall out into her armor. She missed a lot but continued to run anyway. She got into another alley and hid herself. She didn’t think anyone followed her but she climbed up on top of a house and curled up there. Her stomach was growling but she wasn’t going to get food, even if it hurt. She curled up on the roof and closed her eyes.-
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-Vic walked amongst the people until she saw the line up again. Might as well crash the auction for fun. She snuck quietly to snatch a burlap sack that was discarded by a merchant. She cut open holes for her arms and her head. She slipped it on and covered her skin in dark dirt. She then made sure the rest of her armor couldn’t be seen then covered her legs in the dirt.
She saw an opportune chance and ran out at the auction, screaming, “DA WHITIES ARE DA DEVIL! DA WHITIES ARE DA DEVIL!” She then ran back into an alley, knowing good and well the slave driver and the guard would follow her. She quickly brushed the dirt off and ditched the sack before running around the home she was near and went back to the slaves.
She used her dagger to carefully pick at the locks for their chains, setting them free. One of them gave her a thankful look. Vic just nodded and took the chains with her. She had trouble carrying them due to her lack of mass but managed to get them to a smithy and asked, “Hey, how much would I get if I sold you these iron shackles for you to melt down and do as you please?”
The smith smiled and examined them and said, “Ah, you would get a great amount. A little rust but it is still usable. Would you sell it?”
“Yes sir,” Her english accent was cockney and very strong, her handing the chain over and taking the payment for it. She slipped it into her coin purse then placed it back betwixt her breasts. She took her leave of the shop and went back into the alleys to find more to steal before she got more shiny things.-
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-Vic rushed off the slave trade ship, careful of the English guard aboard it. Her back stayed to the edges and she covered herself in dirt to appear more of their tone. She falsely hooked herself up to one of the slave strings and followed it out. Before they got too far, she slipped from her chain and ran off into an alley of the town. She brushed the dirt from her and smirked like she was a bad ass. She ripped off borrowed rags and let her stolen armor shimmer as she ran.
Her hand clasped on her dagger and she began to scout the town out. It was simple and she kind of liked it. She moved through and looked at the homes. The first thought in her mind was “suckers…” but she also then started to see the poor. She left out a “tch” sound and walked past beggars. They were begging her yet she had nothing herself. Just the dirt in her hair and the stuff she had stolen.-
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Name: Victoria XIII
Alias: Vic
Age: 15
Residence: England
Race: White
Height: 4’5″
Weight: 60 lbs (emaciated)
Appearance:
Affiliation: neutral
Job: Thief, Stowaway, Peasant.
Weapons: Small Engraved Dagger.
Other Items: Coin purse, Stolen armor.
History:Vic comes from a line of mentally unstable people and that same instability has been thrust upon her. She stowed away from England to the new world to attempt to steal off of more easy to beat victims. She was abandoned at birth, her mother having died and the father wanting nothing to do with her. She was placed into a worthless orphanage but at the age of five, ran away for fear of being caught. She had stolen all the money in the orphanage. She took it to a weapons merchant and bought a small dagger and had it engraved. She took it with her and had used it to steal and have more engraved onto her dagger. The only other things she kept was a small coin purse and some leather armor. She saw the chance to perhaps get better things by boarding a slave trade ship and hiding on the way to the new world. Once there, she sneaked away and took to her life of thievery.