Re: Character Exercise: Walking the Plank
I think I'll try my hand at this, hopefully I do it right.
Name: Captain Renae White
Gender: Female
Age: 26
Personality: Renae had a lot of good aspects for a pirate. She was born loving freedom, danger, and money. She also had very little regards for rules that were not her own. People were so different after all, how could they be expected to follow one man's rules? She was pretty, and knew it. Something she'd use as a weapon, as she'd be as likely to kiss you as cut your throat. Her crew was an unruly bunch, and seeing as she looked down on rules, she wouldn't have it any other way. A true anarchist at heart.
Background: Renae was not born a pirate, but a gypsy. In fact, she wasn't properly introduced to the sea until her teenage years, when most people like her left the care of their parents and struck out on their own. It was when she met Julian White that she traded in her land legs for sea legs. No, they never married, but rather she took his last name as her own out of respect. He was perhaps the closest thing she had to a real "loving" relationship. He was a man of the sea since his birth, and though a bit older, was infatuated with Renae the moment he set eyes on her. Renae stood no chance either. Traveling in a ship, seeing things she'd never otherwise see and perhaps even one day become rich enough to have whatever her heart desires. She fell harder perhaps at the idea of him rather than him himself. As the years passed though, it seemed that Julian was content with being a second mate to a Captain with some notoriety, and did not share all of Renae's ambition. After more than a full year of fighting, Renae finally set out on her own once more.
(I'll do an introduction post as well.)
Renae jumped down from a large barrel full of grog. It was sort of her makeshift throne. It allowed her to see most the going's on on the top deck of her ship. "Evalyn!" She called out, her voice carried in a way that belied her petite form. "Might we be makin' land soon?" "Aye! Twelve more hours and we be layin' anchor!" The response came from another woman by the bowsprit, not far from Renae who was amidships. Most of Renae's crew was female, though there were a few men scattered about. It was rumored that Renae preferred female company, in more ways than one, now a days. Evalyn was one of those females who could vouch for the truth of this rumor. Renae turned to the face the bow and shoot Evalyn a smile. The intimate moment was soon disrupted as Renae felt a presence behind her.
"We be laying anchor?! Ye haven't told half of ye crew!" Ah, it was Kendra. Renae could tell without even turning around. She knew this would come up. "Aye, and this be my ship, yer all jus' on it. It would do ye all well to remember this." She turned around to face the angry dark skinned woman. She was a beauty herself. Easy to recognize for those who were searching for her. Renae was known to take in women who needed help, even if their skills were lacking. This is how Kendra came to her. She murdered a man who had taken advantage of her. Unfortunately, because of Kendra's race the law wasn't on her side. They were headed to the port where Kendra was wanted.
"We be needing supplies. Ye stay on this ship, an' no one will find ye. If ye don't like me rules, yer free to go." Challenge glinted in both their eyes, until Kendra finally faltered. "Aye, Cap'n." she said grudgingly before angrily stalking off.