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02-25-2011, 12:57 AM
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Create-a-Character Month!
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Every one of us has a story teller inside of them, just begging to burst out of it's shell. Whether you're a seasoned writer, or you've never even touched the thought of putting extra work in to action, each on of us has ideas circulating in their head that we would just wish we could put in to action.
Well, now you can!  Pirates, Writers, Partners!, lend me your ears... and your pens! For the Month of March, I am asking all of you partners out there to put down your swords, and pick up a pen - it is mightier, after all! Even if you doubt your abilities, I still want you to participate, because you never know when even the tiniest ounce of creativity will pay off! The Task: I want YOU to come up with, or create, if you will, a new character! Whether a good hearted, heroic pirate (such as myself  ) or a sinister, diabolical villain, you need to come up with the kind of person people will thrive to love, or love to hate!Create your character by either writing out a quick biography of this character here, on the this thread. Let the Caribbean know who you want to see join us on the seas! How to Enter: To enter your character in to the contest, simply make a post here, on this thread, detailing the backstory and personality of this person. Your entry can be editted as much as needed, until the deadline later in the month. Your character may either be based off a pirate you have, or a character you though of - do NOT base it off somebody without their permission! What I'll Be Looking For: I will be judging on who wins based on a few categories:
Reward: The winner of the contest will have their character play a role in the next installment of the PNC Guild Quest, which will debut sometime in the middle/later end of the summer! You have until Sunday, March 27th, at 8 PM Eastern to submit to me your entries! So, get to writing, mates!  Last edited by Captain Del; 02-25-2011 at 01:14 AM.. |
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02-25-2011, 01:26 AM
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Ooh, this will be fun. Here's my submission: (Not satisfied with the personality part yet... but oh well.)
Alice Jean Rousseau was born in Calais, France, to a family of wealthy aristocrats. Her father, Alexandre Rousseau, was a commodore in the British Royal Navy. After twenty years of service, he retired and returned to his hometown in France to start a family with Madeline Usher, a British immigrant whom he had met while in the military. Alice was the youngest of her three siblings, Alfred and Adrian. She made made high marks in English, German and Spanish (her native language being French) and even became an expert fencer, but none of this pleased her father. Alexandre had hoped for a third son, one that would join the Royal Navy like he and Alfred had. The year Alice turned fourteen, her uncle - Alfonse Rousseau, a former resident of New Orleans - was appointed governor of the newly-acquired Panzacola area of Florida. Alfonse invited Alexandre and his family to stay in Panzacola for a few weeks, and within the week the Rousseau family set sail for North America. While taking a short break on Port Royal to restock supplies, the town was sacked by pirates. Alexandre and Madeline Rousseau were killed on the spot, Alice was kidnapped, and Adrian and Alfred were nowhere to be seen. After a few days at sea, the pirates decided that there was no point in keeping Alice, and marooned her on the closest island after robbing her of her valuables. That island, thought to be wild by the pirates, was Raven's Cove. Alice was found lying unconscious on the shore by the local mystic, Madam Zigana. Pitying the young girl, Madam Zigana adopted Alice as her own daughter and taught her how to conjure. After studying the arcane arts for thirteen years, Alice adopted the last name "Darkbane" and left Raven's Cove to find and enact her revenge against the pirate crew that kidnapped her and murdered her parents. Even though she could now teleport to nearly every island in the Caribbean via teleportation totems, Alice commandeered a ship from a drunken sailor on Tortuga and christened it the Midnight Raven. Alice's personality is rather... malicious and baneful, due to the hardships of her life and her turn to the arcane arts. She treats the crew of the Raven rather harshly; the ship must be kept in tip-top shape, meaning few hours of sleep and many hours of grueling, hard work. Punishments for crew members have been criticized for being too severe; if you simply fall asleep while working or don't work hard enough, and you're caught, Alice will personally whip the offender until their spine shows. If you're found stealing, you'll be keelhauled or even beheaded. After all, it only takes a simple trip to Tortuga to replace any lost crew members. |
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02-25-2011, 11:58 PM
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This has taken 99.9% of my creativity and brain power.. The .1% was used for breathing.
Edward Victor Richards was once one of the best doctors in The Caribbean. The only thing that had any meaning to him was his wife and kids. He had a reputation for being kind hearted intelligent and had a great sense of humor. One afternoon after helping a patient, his brother Logan delivered to him dreadful news. A group of burglars broke into his cottage and his wife Susan tried to fight them off but there were too many. She sent the kids off to hide. With this piece of information Edward went off to search for them by himself. He searched for eight months before giving up and crying out to the sky. Suddenly, a strange woman approached him. He told her of his situation, and she gave him a gift for his troubles. He opened it but there was nothing but a mask. Angry, he threw it to the ground and cursed the woman. He noticed the mask starting to glow. As he approached it he could hear a heavenly voice saying, “Put it on… Put it on…” reluctantly, Edward obeyed. The mask then consumed his mind, and showed him visions of the future. It showed him a great evil, which he was destined to defeat. The last vision Edward had was of being back together with family. The mask told him what awaits him once his mission was done. He ran to a lake out of insanity forgetting he can’t swim and almost drowned, but a mystic force prevented him from doing so. A voice told him “It is not your time… You have much work to do”. He was pulled from the lake and a crowd of people asked his name. All they could understand was “Deadpool”. He is locked in a battle of sanity vs. insanity. The sane side of him wants to fulfill The Mask’s request and help those in need. The insane side of him can’t wait to be back with his family and will do anything to be back together with them. To prevent his insanity from getting too out of control, the mask gave him eternal life. It is both his gift and his curse. The second gift the mask gave him was seeing a glimpse of the future and where he should go next. Through the years, Deadpool has leaned closer and closer to his insanity side, but never forget his objective. The Mask’s voice was implanted in his head and he often has arguments with “the voices”, leaving others around him to worry about his condition. |
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02-26-2011, 03:27 AM
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02-26-2011, 07:00 AM
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Here's my entry:
In the once-lively pathways of Raven's Cove wandered a girl named Sierra. She was only 17 and yet she bared the most horrid of scars; perhaps not on her body but her mind. If you saw her from afar perhaps you would think she was a ghost; her pale skin, her light blond hair, and deathly emotionless hazel eyes. She would stray away from the real ghosts, however, sticking to the walls by night and melting into the small shrubs and shadows cast upon the canyon by the morning sun. Sailors rumor that her whimpers and whispers can be heard in the ghosts' howls at night and carried on the breeze in the morning, as have her tears. Scarce has a sailor lived to tell the tale, however. Far too many years ago when Sierra did not appear to exist as a figment of one's imagination, the girl was only a villager of Raven's Cove, the large island shaped like a ring in the raging seas, with the hills and mountains were engraved appearing to the sailors. She would live with her mother while her father sailed out on the once-calm seas, encouraged by the wonders of what could be out there. Sierra was fascinated by the flourishing open waters as well as her father and shared his interest; at least until her father's ship was beaten down by the "storms," the villagers had told the young Sierra. Little did Sierra know that this was only the beginning of what was to be a living nightmare. The pastel flowers she would dress her young-self in would soon be as non-existent as the skeletons strewn across the empty beaches. Jolly Roger, one who we all share a common knowledge and fear of, staged a demonstration of his fury and power by releasing a full-scaled invasion on Raven's Cove. Scarce was there mercy, even for the women villagers of the island. The population was brutally murdered and slain, their bones used to decorate the cove in an almost haunting jolly manner. Blood turned the sea scarlet that day, unbeknownst to the pirates who could have been their saviors. Viciously Sierra's relatives were murdered. Sierra had spent the duration of the invasion in a scrunched into a balcony with her younger sister, Anna, both fearing for not only for their family but their own lives. Slowly the ghastly invaders advanced upon the balcony they had hid in. Both of them, being as young as they were, had knocken themselves unconscious out of shock. When Sierra awoke, Anna's tiny body was crumbled on the ground beneath the balcony, beaten beyond recognition. Blood was flowing from her torn throat and her blank eyes seemed to focus to the skies, as if looking for Sierra. Sierra was immediately grasped by spasms of shock and then in a paranoia as she saw her hands scarlet, as if fearing who Anna's death was at the hands of. She ran away from the scene, not without placing the same pastel flower Sierra had had in her barrette upon Anna's eyes as if her gaze could see the beautiful blue spots upon the petals. Sierra, shaking out of adrenaline, was losing her mind. She lost track of the days. Sunsets rose over sunrises and dawn was the end. She would lay without eating for days and would let the seawater flow into her open mouth as she laid half within the water. It was as if a strange form of paralysis had taken over her. She could not sleep no matter how tired she was. She could do nothing but let grief overcome her. Anna's death had scarred her beyond repair. Soon, this grief became a source of anger, and then pure resent. She loved her little sister. Her mind was so damaged that she began to believe her sister had betrayed her. How could you leave me like this?! She saw her sister everywhere. Anna haunted her in the shattered mirrors, the morning fog, the afternoon haze, and Sierra's very reflection. Her silhouette seemed to cast itself on Sierra. Sierra's thoughts tangled with "Anna's" reaction to the girl's own mind. Sierra? I'm here. I know where he is. I- Anna would repeat this phrase until Sierra put her hands over her ears. She lost all self-consciousness about herself; there was no one around. Everyone she knew and loved was dead. Everything was lost. Anna was lost....Anna.. Sierra's hate for others and Anna begin to grow. Yet deep inside was a confusion. Why? I'm not...this- but the thoughts would be chased away before they could form and become senseful. She never thought of what could be the end of this torment. Anna consumed her mind beyond actual self-control. Sierra shoved her hands to her ears, twirled her hair into rags, and flung herself onto the ground as voices and hallucinations enveloped her. According to what was left of Sierra's mind, Anna was mad at her. Mad at Sierra for hating her, and in some nonsenseful way, Sierra hallucinated that she was Anna's killer. Soon this became a paranoia that no one, not even herself could be trusted. Remorse and extreme confusion were her rulers after she had such a vivid hallucination of Anna, she launched herself at Anna. What makes you think I'd let you live? I've really...- Seven years after the beginning of this nightmare, Sierra encountered a sight she had nearly forgotten about; humanity. However this man was not greeted with life. Sierra, at this sight, lost herself and this time, her mind completely. She launched herself at the man and brutally murdered him with the shards of sharp rock she had used to carve messages to Anna on the rock caverns. She had found a hidden pleasure in this man's death. You killed her... Look to the skies, but I am not your anchor...it's happening again. Driven off the edge by the constant visions and torture, she killed all who came to the islands and it eventually became a game. Everyone who came killed Anna. Everyone who came will die. You're lucky I don't kill you where you stand. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Well that's that. And yes, her mind-loss made her a villain. There is some parts especially the parts that describe her thoughts that may seem confusing; however these are her thoughts and the best way I can describe it without being too non-sensical. 
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02-26-2011, 08:41 AM
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Okay Del, I have a question about this. What if we were to base a character off of say...a poem by Edgar Allen Poe?
 Another question. Can we write more than one? I think I've gone through about... 5 characters by now. None completed, though. Last edited by Crestshot; 02-26-2011 at 09:58 AM.. |
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02-26-2011, 03:04 PM
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And go crazy with the number of characters. Just remember you can only "submit" one. |
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02-26-2011, 11:00 PM
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Hmm I'm thinking...
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02-27-2011, 12:55 AM
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02-27-2011, 02:25 AM
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Keep up the submissions, mates! |
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02-27-2011, 04:04 AM
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O.o Oh. xD I swore to God I thought you were someone else not in PNC. Sorry, my misperception. ^^
And, I'll try to submit something tomorrow. If not, well, I know I will sometime soon. :] |
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03-09-2011, 04:28 AM
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Here is my go at it...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Christopher Ironhawk was born on the Caribbean island of Cuba on June 5th, 1735. His parents at birth were Anton Ironhawk and Christina Enricua. Growing up, he was always very interested in the ships that traveled through the ports of Cuba each day. He had made it a daily routine for himself to sit on his porch and watch the mighty War Galleons travel through the ports. Chris would sit on his mother’s rocking chair, listening only to the subtle creak of the chair, and to the dockworkers unloading the chests and crates filled with who-knows-what… By the time Christopher turned 13, he had gone so far as to sneak onto a ship and attempt to sneak a peek at the fine linens and the colorful jewels that lay inside. He did not get very far, but that sparked an interest in him, an interest that would later lead him to become a world-renowned pirate. Christopher was strolling along the dock one day, when someone caught his eye. This person was a broad man, with a very colorful taste in clothes. He had a dark purple outfit, accented with gold and silver on his face. He was sitting on a barrel of rum, spinning a tale to a couple of children. Christopher didn’t know why, but he was intrigued by this man. He just had this certain… way about him that drew Christopher toward him. After meeting this man, Captain Kim Vo, Christopher told himself several things. First of all, Chris would become such an extravagant dresser, just like Captain Vo. Second, and arguably the most important, Chris would become a one of the most well-known pirates to ever sail the Seven Seas. Christopher Ironhawk later went on to live his life as one of the most notorious pirates to ever live. After plundering and pillaging for a long while, he met the love of his life, who ironically, was one of his prisoners. |
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03-19-2011, 09:42 PM
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Jack Littleworths was born in the depths of the Tortugan forests. He grew up there, learning how to protect himself from the dangers that lurked. He always considered himself a pirate - born to a family of pirates, Jack grew up to be big and strong like most pirates are considered.
He began his journey into the world on a horrible day... He had emerged from his forest home for the first time to see a group of pirates defeating skeletons. Since he had been trained in the ways of depending himself, he decided to draw out his sword and try his hand. He had done well until... A tall skeleton with a bladed hand climbed out of the water with a big hat. He used lightning to strike down other pirates fighting against him. Soon, it was just him and that menace left. Jack ran up to the skeleton and slashed his sword. "You think you can beat me, with that puny sword? HA!" he scowled, striking him with lightning. "No... but..." Another lightning struck him. "Maybe you can defeat yourself..." With one last lightning strike, Jack was down. "Hah, me? Defeat MYSELF? There is no possible way!" he laughed as he walked away towards the middle of town. Jack woke up in jail and vowed to find a sword or weapon of some sort that can use his lightning bolts against him.
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