The Gentlemen's Guide to Piracy Vol. 1 [OOC]

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don't worry gg...i completely understand. I don't hold it against you in any way. We're good...:)
 
Yes I shall abandon my noblewoman. I shall save her for a different RP
 
Name: Daliaghna Blackwater (Black Dahlia)
Age: 20
Gender: F
Magic: Telekinesis (Is that allowed?)
Skills: Gunnery, Swordfighting, Marksmanship, Sailing
Group: Buccaneer
Appearance: (Picture or description)
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Bio: Daliaghna was born a respectable peasant in a faraway land. However, when her father left her mother and child Daliaghna to sail the seas, the child began to romanticize it. Daliaghna grew up wanting to sail herself, maybe find her father one day. However, soon after that she did indeed find her father, hanging from a gallows for being a pirate. Daliaghna was furious, more at the government who would do such a thing to such a noble man in her eyes. As soon as Daliaghna was old enough she left home, dressed as a young boy and boarded her first ship. Daliaghna pilfered, plundered, and finagled her way to the top, soon becoming first mate. When the captain of their ship, The Screaming Siren, took ill and died, Daliaghna stepped up, captaining her ship as a now fully recognized woman pirate. She created quite a name for herself as one of the most ruthless and cutthroat pirates out there.
Inventory: (Again, be reasonable. Does not include ship cargo.) Sword, a pistol, two knives, an apple, some cheese
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Ship Name: Screaming Siren
Ship Appearance:
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Ship has a screaming siren masthead.
Ship Size: Moderate to large Galleon style ship with two mastheads. Enough room for 40 crew or passengers at least.
Defenses: 15 cannons 6 swivels.
 
ACCEPTED

Telekinesis isn't really magic......... movement of matter is.

So WHAT
 
Telekinesis... Matter Movement... Technical names for sheer AWESOMENESS x3
 
'Nah. It hasn't even been a week yet. People just need to post more. I' waiting on Red, don't know about everybody else.
 
Oops, mybad, here I been stalking waiting for...well, nothing...
Posting in progress!!!!!!
 
Sorry guys but I think im gonna drop out of this rp I have too many going right now and im just not feeling my imagination taking to this one sorry =( feel free to god mode my character till you dont need her.
 
D:

That's very unfourtuanate, but perfectly understandable. Miis ya ;D
 
I'm getting in on this. Also I can't seem to find a spoiler button to hide the long biography I've put in this application. If there's a way to do that, I'd like to be notified so I can edit this post and hide that bio so that only those who want to read it can. Same with the notes. Seriously, there's a lot to read and if I can make it easier by hiding it, I'd like to know how.

Name: Richmand S. Blackwater

Aliases: Ragnarok of the Thirteen Swords/ Ragnarok the Destroyer
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Magic: Yes, Death*
Skills: Leadership, Swordsmanship**, Intimidation, Torture
Group: Buccaneers
Appearance: A mighty man in appearance, Richmand stands six foot eight inches tall and has extremely broad shoulders and a strong yet slender neck. His limbs and torso are both long and well developed, shaped and chiseled into hidden muscles that at first glance may make him look scrawny or weak, but when he uses his muscles they show. He is always wearing a sort of sly smile, like he knows something that all the rest of the world doesn't. His signature clothing set is that of a black cravat embedded with a platinum button with a winking skull carved out of it. Beneath this, he wears a white shirt with a fancy ruffle collar and wrists. Over this, he wears a black captain's coat rimmed with gold that has on the back a picture of a grinning skull, again, winking that he keeps hanging from his shoulders like a cape. His pants are a dark red and he wears no shoes, his feet developing a sort of leather husk from years of wear and tear. Not a man of facial hair, he keeps his face clean shaven at all times while his hair is long, thick, wavy and black and is kept combed back and in a red ribbon at all times. Strapped to his chest and his waist are leather belts and holsters that hold his thirteen blades, which he keeps on him at all times except for sleep. Though during sleep, he will keep one strapped to his waist.

Personality: Richmand's personality is complicated to say the least. Whilst appearing to be nothing but a sadist on the outside, showing cruel displays as though they ere dandelions to be plucked, he has also been known to show random acts of kindness upon those who are in dire need of it. Usually quiet, he doesn't see the need to raise his voice for any such matter. This does not mean that he doesn't have a lot to say, and in fact he talks quite a lot, just in hushed tones. The way he sees it, being quiet makes it so that people have to actually listen to what he says. He is very intelligent, extremely so. He is a problem solver though he doesn't look or act like one and is able to see through things mechanically as though they were laid out in front of him. He is a philosopher of sorts who believes that the shortest path to Paradise is straight through Hell. He is a solitary person by nature, distancing himself from most everyone including his crew. He will, however, defend his crew with his life should it come to that. If there is one thing he shows loyalty to, it is to those who show loyalty to him.

Bio:
Ragnarok The Destroyer got his start at the young and docile age of six years old. At this time, he was living in a town called Louge to the East as little more than a street urchin, stealing what he needed to survive and living off of the scraps. He does not remember his parents and doubts that he ever had any, being just a by product of an unwanted night of procreation was his guess. At six, he had already gained a reputation for being light and fast on his feet, able to sneak into places right under the noses of their owners. It is also at six that his love for pirates and wanting to be a pirate is born. He witnessed the death of a famous pirate and wondered why it was that he was executed, but wondered more why it was that his dying words left the world around him in such an uproar. It intrigued him and he made it his business to find out all that he could about this pirate as fast as he could.

And did he find out. When he had learned all that he could, or rather all that he needed to learn, he set off to prepare for his adventures as a pirate, dedicating his life to discovering the worlds' secrets. At the age of seven, his study and collecting of swords began. It happened by chance that one day while he was sneaking into a house on Louge to steal something of value (at this time, valuable things was all he was stealing besides food so as to sell them and get funds for his journey around the world) when he over heard someone boasting rather vibrantly. Sneaking over as close as he dared, he found that one of the residents was telling a new slave about a pair of swords hung up on the wall, claiming that they were the very blades that killed the pirate the young boy idolized. Ragnarok knew he had to have them and so, as soon as the marines were out of sight and ear shot; he shot forth and got whatever he could to help him get up higher on the wall. He took the swords down one at a time and then carried them under his arms as he ran for the exit to the house, dragging the ends along with him as he went. On the way, he ran into only one servant and before he could alert anyone he stabbed him in the leg by running forward with the extremely long swords, his first act of violence ever beyond what he did to survive normally. Leaving the man, he left the house and then ran to his little section of Louge as fast as he could, waving the blades threateningly at anyone that got in his way by swinging his body back and forth.

For a long time, he just studied the swords really. He was awe struck by them, the very swords that ended the life of the pirate he had come to adore! And they were his, and would always be his. These were his most cherished possessions, a couple of ordinary execution swords who's most famous kill was that of a nameless pirate. It wasn't long after he gained possession of the blades that he wanted to learn how to use them, but his size at the time made that nearly impossible. At best, they were spears to him and he had to wield it with two hands. He knew that if he was ever to get to use these swords, he would have to find a smaller sword to practice with. For a long while, this was impossible and so he kept the swords that had ended the Pirate's life hidden and clean, meanwhile practicing his sword swings with stray sticks and planks of wood whenever he could. For the next two years, he did little else but steal things and make money until he had a hefty amount - enough that he could actually buy his food for once in his life. At nine, he procured his third sword. Walking into the sword shop, he set down a large pile of gold he had brought with him in a sack he had kept hidden under his shirt and told the owner to give him a sword he could practice with. Counting out the gold, the owner told him he had enough to buy at least two swords. Ragnarok shook his head at the time, said he only needed one. So, the shop owner showed him the most expensive sword he had at the time which was a beautiful long sword with a four foot long blade and a beautifully made handle with a rose shaped pommel on the end. Holding it still felt a bit awkward for Ragnarok, but he accepted the sword and gave the shop owner all of his money, leaving with the blade and the sheath that went around it that day.

For the next year, he repeated what he had done for the past two years with two changes - the first was he practiced with a real sword and as a result became more and more fluent in the way of the blade. The second change was that he was not as successful in stealing things as he had been in younger life. It seemed his size was working against him now, and on more than one occasion he had almost been caught stealing something. He knew that he couldn't keep stealing for long and that in all actuality it was getting him nowhere closer to his goal of seeing the world. So, at ten, he gathered up all of his worldly possessions and made out to find a crew who would take a ten year old boy on board who was good with a sword and was good at sneaking. Before long he found one and was made cabin boy on a real pirate ship. There, he befriended a man nicknamed "Shipwreck" for the shear amount of shipwrecks he had survived in his life time, 6 in total. Shipwreck owned a beautiful six foot long katana and taught Ragnarok (on this ship was where he was given the name by Shipwreck himself after revealing to him his dreams of becoming the Pirate King. Shipwreck had laughed and said, "Ragnarok will come before that happens boy!" to which he had replied he'll survive Ragnarok and then go on to become the Pirate King stubbornly, earning him the nickname) everything he knew of the sword. For the next two years, Ragnarok became close to most members on the ship but none more so than Shipwreck. One night, while they were picking up supplies back in Louge, Shipwreck got into a duel and lost. Going to him with his last few breaths, Ragnarok comforted him as he passed from life to death, and before he passed Shipwreck gave Ragnarok his katana, making it his fourth sword in total. Enraged, Ragnarok went after the man who had ended the life of Shipwreck with a vengeance in his heart. He left the crew he had been a part of and hopped from town to town, island to island, searching for whom had ended Shipwreck's life. When he found him, he did not hesitate to draw Shipwreck's blade and end the man's life. He challenged him to no duel, he gave him no warning, and he cut him down in cold blood six months after Shipwreck's death at the age of thirteen and took his sword, a silver cutlass. It wasn't enough though; his rage had not subsided at the death of just one man. He went forth from that place and systematically executed anyone who had any sort of relation to the man - friend, family or business associate and killed them all in the same way that he had killed the man, no warning and in cold blood. Before long, his actions became the stuff of stories in bars and of frightened children, a thirteen year old boy known as Ragnarok who was thirsty for blood and would kill anyone who got in his way if given the chance. Because of his systematic annihilation of the man who had murdered Shipwreck's existence, Ragnarok became Ragnarok the Destroyer.

Time passed and Ragnarok earned a living however he could, joining one ship to the next carrying with his five swords. At fourteen, he became large enough to properly wield the blades that had ended the Pirate's life and began to practice with them daily. At fifteen, he ended up in Torani where he heard for the first time the reputation that proceeded him. He simply laughed at it and moved on with his life. Thinking that it was about time he got his own ship and his own crew, he went about forming a crew in Torani, at first taking whoever he could get but later replacing some of the vagabonds with some actually men who would be willing to follow someone of his stature, despite his young age. Knowing that he wasn't yet the wisest, Ragnarok surrounded himself with the older and wiser of those who chose to follow him and frequently took their advice on several matters. When Ragnarok became fifteen, he decided that he wanted a ship for he and his crew. He went into a bar one night with three of his most trusted crew members in tow behind him and found a man, drunk off his stool, who was bragging about the size of his ship out in the docks. He could see that there was more than one person there who was thinking of simply gutting the man and then taking his ship for his own, but instead of shedding blood Ragnarok had a better idea. He devised a plan and sent his three trusted advisers forward to speak with the drunkard. The first made him laugh hysterically and then left, the second made him extremely angry before leaving and the last made him sad and told him to call it a night after one last drink, which the drunkard gladly accepted. Stepping outside, he met Ragnarok not far from the bar who challenged him to a game of wits. Ragnarok presented a bag of gold and sat it down in front of him and then pulled out a die and said that if he could guess what number the die would roll on, he could have the gold. Drunk and confused, the man accepted after a bit of prompting and let Ragnarok roll the die, not knowing it was loaded. It landed on a four, one number higher than what he had guessed. Ragnarok drew his sword, the silver cutlass he had taken from the man who killed Shipwreck, and said for guessing wrong he would take his life. The man, drunk and confused, begged for his life and said he would give him anything he wanted. Ragnarok said he wanted his ship and a sword, the man gladly accepted stupidly, telling him a sword was in the captain's quarters. Ragnarok smiled, sheathed his sword, and thanked him, turning and leaving with his three co-conspirators not far behind, leaving the bag of money there as a trade of sorts in silence. Should the man come to him and demand the ship back, Ragnarok would simply say that he had sold it to him, and no one could prove otherwise.

Now in possession of a ship, a crew, and six swords, the sixth proving to be a massive great sword he could hardly lift, Ragnarok's first order to his crew was to paint in black and put in red letters on the back "The Fourth Horseman," the name of their ship. So it came to be that he had a reputation, a crew, and a ship. It wasn't quite enough though; he was still so young and was still so inexperienced. He devoted the majority of his time to practicing with his swords, developing his own unique style while at the same time trying to work up the strength to not only lift and swing the great sword but to use it magnificently as well. Subsequently, leadership, but not ownership, of The Fourth Horsemen passed over to his three closest advisers. As time passed more and more, the three men who were step in captains for the ship began to plot to usurp Ragnarok from his position as captain of the ship. He only found out about it off offhandedly, hearing a rather loud crew member over speak about the plan. Ragnarok dealt with him quickly and then moved on to his three most trusted advisers. He crippled each of them, going for their legs and their arms, and then took them out on deck to keel haul them, tying them to thick ropes and letting the barnacles on the bottom of the ship teach them a lesson. He left them to die instead, the lesson being death to all who try to betray him, all. He had genuinely been hurt by this betrayal and went through each of his crew members and made them tell which of them was going to do what to try and steal away his captain-ship. Those who were directly involved in it got he same treatment, keel hauling off the side of the boat. From then on, Ragnarok was the permanent captain of the ship. From there, they went on to do some real plundering, focusing mainly on the competition rather than towns or individuals. From each ship they attacked, Ragnarok took the sword of each captain he himself slew and over the course of fourteen years; he collected a lot of swords but kept few for combat. Only the most beautiful would do, and each time he gained a new sword, he practiced with all of the ones he had, furthering his style and mastery of the sword. Because of this, Ragnarok the Destroyer also became known as Ragnarok of the Thirteen Swords. All the while, he slowly moved towards his goal of seeing the world. The only reason he hadn't gone after it yet was because he was not confident in his skills not only as a swordsman but as a captain and with a strong crew. He wanted to make absolutely sure that he was ready to take the world and when he did, he wanted no mistakes. So for fourteen years, he bide his time and collected swords, slowly become as strong a person as he could be.
Inventory: The clothes on his back, the thirteen swords he wields and the money in his pockets
Notes/Suggestions: * Unlike most users of magic who would direct their powers outwards, Ragnarok instead directs his inwards onto himself. His powers over death are not to raise the dead or to inflect death upon others with a touch. He cannot rot the flesh of others nor can he inflect disease upon those he looks at. Instead, Ragnarok channels his magic so that it makes him practically immortal, but at a terrible cost. No bullet, no sword, no explosion can kill Ragnarok. The wounds will be inflected but no real damage will be dealt. Ragnarok can be dismembered, burned or drowned and he will still live. However, any injuries sustained are lasting as any wound would be. He cannot heal naturally as others would and instead must heal in a different way - by devouring flesh and bone to mend his own. So long as Ragnarok can get so much as a drop of blood on his bones, he can regenerate at least partially. He must keep up with eating though, and can never skip a meal. Otherwise, his flesh will begin to deteriorate on its own without apparent cause until he is no more than a skeleton. As such, food is a major priority to Ragnarok and, more so, flesh. If a limb is dismembered, Ragnarok can use his magic to sew the flesh together again, though rot will still occur as if the limb had not been reattached. Under extreme conditions and with enough food, Ragnarok can even regrow a limb should the old one be inaccessible or completely destroyed. This takes time and is taxing, however. Ragnarok must undergo a sort of comatose state while regenerating limbs and must start the process all over again if he is interrupted.

A state of "Death" can be achieved for Ragnarok. By removing his head from his body and then keeping the head separate from the body, one can initiate a sort of permanent comatose status upon Ragnarok. The body and head with both rot to nothing but a skeleton and remain that way until contact with blood is made with the head. If blood is made contact with the body at this point, no regeneration will occur. These limitations and abilities make Ragnarok an exceptionally deadly opponent, especially when combined with his abilities with the sword.


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A fighting style renowned by those who are known as the best swordsmen in the world, the Infinite One Sword Style is a series of techniques that vary in both difficulty and efficiency. Ranging from wielding no blade to wielding forty, those who train and live under this style are truly the masters of any blade they wield. They follow a simple creed to their last breath:

I have no parents; I make the Heavens and the Earth my parents.
I have no home; I make the Tan T'ien my home.
I have no divine power; I make honesty my Divine Power.
I have no means; I make Docility my means.
I have no magic power; I make personality my Magic Power.
I have neither life nor death; I make A Um my Life and Death.

I have no body; I make Stoicism my Body.
I have no eyes; I make The Flash of Lightning my eyes.
I have no ears; I make Sensibility my Ears.
I have no limbs; I make Promptitude my Limbs.
I have no laws; I make Self-Protection my Laws.

I have no strategy; I make the Right to Kill and the Right to Restore Life my Strategy.
I have no designs; I make Seizing the Opportunity by the Forelock my Designs.
I have no miracles; I make Righteous Laws my Miracle.
I have no principles; I make Adaptability to all circumstances my Principle.
I have no tactics; I make Emptiness and Fullness my Tactics.

I have no talent; I make Ready With my Talent.
I have no friends; I make my Mind my Friend.
I have no enemy; I make Incautiousness my Enemy.
I have no armor; I make Benevolence my Armor.
I have no castle; I make Immovable Mind my Castle.
I have no sword; I make No Mind my Sword.

Following this creed allows those of the Infinite One Sword Style to achieve a sound mind, body, and soul which gives them the tools needed in order to master each and every blade they hold. There are a total of six sub-styles to the Infinite One Sword Style, the No Blade, the One Blade, the Two Blade, the Three Blade, the Six Blade, and the Seven Blade styles. Variants do exist among these styles including number of blades, but these are the apex version all leading up to the Infinite One Sword Style, and the Infinite One Sword Style cannot be fully mastered until each of these sub categories are mastered.

The No Blade is a fighting style dealing with no swords, using their bare fists and arms as weapons. At the apex of this sub-style, a person is able to catch a blade with their bare hand as it is swung at them. The One Sword is a sub-style involving only one sword. In this style, one masters the use of a single blade to its fullest and at the apex is able to strike so hard and so fast with a single blade that their targets burst into flames. The Two Blade is a sub-style involving two swords. In this style, one masters the use of two blades at once and at the apex is able to stab with such ferocity with both blades that they can create craters. The Three Blade is a sub-style dealing with three swords. In this style, one masters the use of three blades at once. At the apex of this sub-style, one is able to cut small buildings apart. The Six Blade is a sub-style involving six swords. There are variants of this and Three Blades to make a style with four and five blades, but they are usually comparability weaker than their predecessors. At the apex of Six Blades, one is able to mince a person apart as though they were paper, leaving their scattered body parts on the ground. The Seven Blades is a sub-style involving the use of seven swords. Perhaps the most unique of all the Infinite One Sword Style sub-styles, a user must utilize every point of grip on their body in order to use it including the inside of their knees, elbows, and even the hip. At the apex of this sub-style, one is able to end a fight instantaneously with the use of all seven of their wielded swords at once with minimal amount of energy lose and destruction.

Once all of these sub styles are mastered, one is able to move on to the true style - the Infinite One Sword Style. Using this style requires a minimum of twenty blades. Quality does not matter to a user of this style, every blade is equally deadly and beautiful to the wielder. The usual way for a person to carry around twenty swords is in a specialized case designed to hold blades in a four by five length to width fashion. Multiple of these cases can be acquired for a truly unlimited feel in the number of swords. At the apex of this style, one is able to use their blades for virtually everything in the way of battle, switching between the main style and the sub-styles at will. One who masters the Infinite One Sword Style is truly a master of all blades.

Ship Name: The Fourth Horseman
Ship Appearance: The Fourth Horseman is an intimidating ship, painted black and red and wide. It's a large ship, fit to house roughly three dozen at maximum capacity. It's sails are black and it flies a pirate flag with a winking skull on it. Complete with a captain's quarters on the top deck which houses each and every sword Ragnarok has collected over the years on the walls, the ship has an entirely eerie feel about it when it is empty and a downright deadly aura when it is full of crewman. The masthead is that of a flayed woman, altered by Ragnarok himself after he acquired the ship.
Ship Size:

Weight - Roughly one metric ton
Height - Sixty-five feet at its tallest point
Length - One hundred and twenty feet
Width - Forty feet
Defenses:
4 large cannons, positioned at adjoining points on both sides of the ship, two on each side
2 triple-barrel cannons, manned just above the Captain's Quarters
6 small cannons, positioned in between the large ones, three on each side
4 Swivel guns, set at points on the main deck above the large cannons
 
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Wow, that was extremely long. Is that a Soul Eater reference I see?
(The height scares me, that's exactly how tall my dad is O.o)
 
No, this is a completely original character - my first RP character actually... well, first with a lot of thought put into it. I've used him only twice before, this will be the third time he's made an appearance anywhere.

And the height is supposed to scare people, he's a big guy with dreadful abilities.
 
You have to type in the spoiler BBcode yourself, anyway denied. While your immortality is... Debatable, it's when you started spouting Japanese that stopped you in your tracks, no oriental styles in this rp, we are going with pure European themes
 
Can I just edit the post or do I have to resubmit the application? I was unaware that using names for styles outside of European origin wasn't acceptable, but it's literally a simple matter of changing Mutōryū and the like to "No swords, one sword, two sword, etc."

And he's not immortal, he just appears that way. I can go into a ore detailed explanation if you want, but I think you might have had enough explanations for the time being - unless of course it's absolutely necessary that I do. Because I will.
 
It really isn't a matter of changing the name, as the means of learning this style is Asian, I highly doubt that a pirate could read let alone appreciate a piece of Japanese poetry in order to learn the style.

But that really isn't my call, you will have to wait on Gg to approve of your character
 
The style isn't of Asian origins though, it's an adaptation of several styles that require multiple swords from a lot of different media. Only the names are Asian really, the over all fluidity of the style isn't anywhere near the generally rigid styles of Asian decent.

I suppose we'll have to wait and see what GG says in the end, although if it would help my cause I can go back and edit some of it before hand... Perhaps provide a more detailed explanation or less?
 
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