Character's full name: "A pleasure, t'be meeting ye today. Captain Hector Barbossa, of the Queen Annes Revenge! And right pleased I be, t'met ye."
Reason or meaning of name: "Captain I be through election. Captain I be, 'cause I'm the best man by a long sea mile."
Character's nickname: "Cap'n" will do fine.
Reason for nickname: "Now what sorta question be that?!"
Birth date: Unknown
Age: Unknown
How old does he/she appear: Late 40's-50's.
Weight: 190 lb
Height: 5'11
Body build: Lean
Shape of face: "Tis a fine beauty, ain't it now?"
Eye color: Blue
Skin tone: Tanned
Distinguishing marks: "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Predominant features: "My hat."
Hair color: Brown
Type of hair: Long and scraggly.
Hairstyle: Stylish
Voice: Geoffrey Rush
Overall attractiveness: Your milage may vary
Physical disabilities: *Growls and leans upon his crutch*
Usual fashion of dress: Stylish
Jewelry or accessories: My Hat.
Good personality traits: "I be the very spot o' decency, a gentleman o' fortune. One who keeps to the Code."
Bad personality traits: "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!."
Mood character is most often in: Mocking
Sense of humor: Deadpan Snarker
Character's greatest joy in life: To be rich and successful.
Character's greatest fear: No control of his fate
Why?: "Tis not the best experience, let me share."
What single event would most throw this character's life into complete turmoil?: "If ye took me other leg."
Character is most at ease when: At sea, doing pirate things.
Most ill at ease when: "Dealing with right idjits."
Enraged when: People like Jack appear. His hat is ruined. His monkey is slapped down.
Depressed or sad when: Hardly ever.
Priorities: Stay alive, get rich. Shoot anyone who messes with the first two goals.
Life philosophy: "Parley be fer wimps."
If granted one wish, it would be: "MONEY!."
Why?: Self explanatory
Character's soft spot: His pet monkey.
Is this soft spot obvious to others?: "If they know whats good fer em."
Greatest strength: "My charisma."
Greatest vulnerability or weakness: "My pride."
Biggest regret: "That implies I got em."
Minor regret: "I shoulda shot that last zombie in the head."
Biggest accomplishment: Becoming a pirate lord.
Minor accomplishment: "My hat be awesome."
Past failures he/she would be embarrassed to have people know about: "My first name."
Why?: "Because shut yer yap, thats why!"
Character's darkest secret: "I've none to expose! I be proud of who I be!"
Does anyone else know?: *Shrugs*
Sample Post.
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Through the seas, arguably one of the safer areas one could survive in this new world, a massive warship sailed. A galleon, moving with the wind as the name 'Queen Anne's Revenge' was seen on the back. And at its wheel as the crew moved about, a single figure standing tall despite the peg leg.
His features cragged and worn from the tropical sun, a squint and glare that had reduced many a lesser man to tears in his time. Education and training of a sort to match one of his rivals in his youth and most important of all?
His hat. Where he strode, the sound of his peg leg heralded his passing as he snapped out his telescope and scanned the horizon, scowling before calling down.
"MR. JEFFERSON IF YE PLEASE?"
As soon as the blue clad survivor arrived, he handed over the spyglass with a smirk.
"If ye could be so kind as to look yonder. Be that our target?"
Jefferson was silent, looking through briefly before frowning and lowering it.
"That's it alright. Prison galleon, the Flotsam. Make it dead in the water and for every prisoner we save, it'll be another thorn in the side of the Corporation. Enough to aide you and your men in your usual pursuits, if the fee I'm paying wasn't enough incentive."
Barbossa smirked, one hand rotating along the hilt of his sword as his ship responded. Sails flapped open, lines lashed down and stretched as he turned and roared.
"AWAKE AN' ARISE, YE COTTON-SWABBED INGRATES! BATTLE STATIONS! TODAY, WE EARN OUR PAY AN' HAVE A LITTLE FUN WITH IT! SEND EM TO THE LOCKER! TODAY BE A GOOD DAY FER GUNPOWDER AN'STEEL! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
The ball rang and the crew responded, the discipline not as sharp as the navy, but ultimately borne of long practice. Cannons were loaded, the greek fire prepared as the ship sailed like the wrath of god upon the Flotsam. And then from the crows nest, came the other boot.
"FROM THE STARBOARD SIDE! THAR SHE BLOWS!"
It was strange that openly, a prison ship like this had no support and for good reason as on the right side of the ship, some distance away breached a monster of the sea. A creature, cursed as an undead and twisted in a weapon.
Monstro. The Demon Whale. Currently coming full speed towards the Queen Annes Revenge. Barbossa narrowed his eyes and scowled, marching to take the wheel and spinning it, turning the ship to face it head on as he growled.
"RAMMING SPEED! I WON'T FLEE FROM SOME PACK OF BLUBBER WHO DON'T KNOW HE'S AIN'T LANTERN OIL YET! HARPOONS!"
Monster zombie whales.
A prison ship that attacked, would make him an enemy of the corporation.
A do-gooder wanderer who paid him well for this job.
Possibilities of death.
What a day.
What a lovely day!
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
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