Post by Sam on Aug 17, 2013 5:27:40 GMT -5
Character Name: Samantha Blacktyde
Character Gender: Female
Character Age: 23
Height: 5' 7"
Weight: 125 lb
Hair color: Dark brown
Eye color: blue/green
Talents: Navigator, Sea Captain, Sailor, Warmonger, Leader of men, Weapon proficientcy: Sword, dagger, whip, crossbow, spear, ballistic.
Social Talents: Cruel, mischievous, heartless, merciless, devious, manipulative
Family:
Frederic Blacktyde - Deceased - Father
Ella Flowers - Deceased - Mother
Daemon Blacktye - Elder Brother
Ellane - Younger Sister
Christina - Younger Sister
History:
Samantha is the second born child to Frederic Blacktyde and Ella Flowers. Like her siblings, she took to the sea like a fish takes to water. When it came to leading raids upon the lands she is said to be as ferocious as a black panther in the way she'd cut her enemy down.
Her hair is a rich brown coloration of natural waves that cascade in length past her shoulders. Her 5 ft 7 in frame was lean and muscular and curvaceous. She could be charming in an alarming sort of way. To gaze into her eyes would give the sense of sinking into the coldest depths of the ocean. Devilment intermixed with amusement could easily be noted in those glimmering eyes that were a mixture of ocean blue and sea green. That smile upon her lips was almost a mocking sneer or an amused smirk.
She's an expert with a sword and whip, leaving her mark on those that happened to cross her path. At 23 years of age, she's beyond proving herself to be as dangerous as any of her male counterparts. Fearless in battle, she was always a member of the boarding party. A ruthless mistress of revenge at sea and upon the land. No ship nor town near the coast was safe from her wrath. With a sword in one hand and a whip in the other, she is a fearsome sight to behold. There were plenty that told their stories about the Sea Wench, a legend in her own right.
The name of her ship is the Tempest. The Tempest was said to be manned by the dead and her captain to be a demon. Like a plague they swept over the seas and along the shorelines, wreaking death and destruction in their path, leaving bodies and buildings broken in their wake.
When she went out on a raid almost a year ago, she was captured by a man who bettered her in skill and cunning. It was a matter of time before someone did, since she's been ravaging the sea at the helm as a captain for almost six years. She was locked up in a cell, the man doing his best to try and wear her down to become his wife, or at least his sex toy. She fought him tooth and nail and always returned to her cell with a new scar for her efforts. Did she care? Not one bit. She was simply biding her time until she'd gain her release.
It took her nearly seven months in order to enact it, and countless beatings and mistreatment. But the heart of the Blacktyde was cold and calculating and the day did arrive when she was able to strike. The man's name was Captain Jebadia Blackstone, a man from the south who was in a sense the male image of herself. But he was over confident and with her feigning giving in to do anything he bid, he let his guard down. Long enough for her to drive a dagger through his black heart and slice the throats of his men that stood guard outside his door. Not only had she been captured, but many of her men. Now free, they would be set in a like manner as she and her men then took over the mans ship and then reclaimed her own. It was with the Tempest and Captain Jeb's Hailstorm that she returned to Black Jade Skull Islands and found some surprising matters.
Her father was no longer Lord, having died out to sea, and her mother to follow after with a broken heart, this left her brother as Lord of Blacktyde. However, it seemed Daemon had disappeared, it was said he sailed out after a woman whom had captured his eye. She couldn't understand why, but that was the least of her worries. For now with Daemon gone and she being the second born of the family, it left the Lordship now to rest within her hands. Surprising indeed, but oh did that make her smirk all the more. May the Gods have mercy upon the other nobles of Port Kiel, for the female rendition of the devil himself had just been handed the reins of control.
Character Gender: Female
Character Age: 23
Height: 5' 7"
Weight: 125 lb
Hair color: Dark brown
Eye color: blue/green
Talents: Navigator, Sea Captain, Sailor, Warmonger, Leader of men, Weapon proficientcy: Sword, dagger, whip, crossbow, spear, ballistic.
Social Talents: Cruel, mischievous, heartless, merciless, devious, manipulative
Family:
Frederic Blacktyde - Deceased - Father
Ella Flowers - Deceased - Mother
Daemon Blacktye - Elder Brother
Ellane - Younger Sister
Christina - Younger Sister
History:
Samantha is the second born child to Frederic Blacktyde and Ella Flowers. Like her siblings, she took to the sea like a fish takes to water. When it came to leading raids upon the lands she is said to be as ferocious as a black panther in the way she'd cut her enemy down.
Her hair is a rich brown coloration of natural waves that cascade in length past her shoulders. Her 5 ft 7 in frame was lean and muscular and curvaceous. She could be charming in an alarming sort of way. To gaze into her eyes would give the sense of sinking into the coldest depths of the ocean. Devilment intermixed with amusement could easily be noted in those glimmering eyes that were a mixture of ocean blue and sea green. That smile upon her lips was almost a mocking sneer or an amused smirk.
She's an expert with a sword and whip, leaving her mark on those that happened to cross her path. At 23 years of age, she's beyond proving herself to be as dangerous as any of her male counterparts. Fearless in battle, she was always a member of the boarding party. A ruthless mistress of revenge at sea and upon the land. No ship nor town near the coast was safe from her wrath. With a sword in one hand and a whip in the other, she is a fearsome sight to behold. There were plenty that told their stories about the Sea Wench, a legend in her own right.
The name of her ship is the Tempest. The Tempest was said to be manned by the dead and her captain to be a demon. Like a plague they swept over the seas and along the shorelines, wreaking death and destruction in their path, leaving bodies and buildings broken in their wake.
When she went out on a raid almost a year ago, she was captured by a man who bettered her in skill and cunning. It was a matter of time before someone did, since she's been ravaging the sea at the helm as a captain for almost six years. She was locked up in a cell, the man doing his best to try and wear her down to become his wife, or at least his sex toy. She fought him tooth and nail and always returned to her cell with a new scar for her efforts. Did she care? Not one bit. She was simply biding her time until she'd gain her release.
It took her nearly seven months in order to enact it, and countless beatings and mistreatment. But the heart of the Blacktyde was cold and calculating and the day did arrive when she was able to strike. The man's name was Captain Jebadia Blackstone, a man from the south who was in a sense the male image of herself. But he was over confident and with her feigning giving in to do anything he bid, he let his guard down. Long enough for her to drive a dagger through his black heart and slice the throats of his men that stood guard outside his door. Not only had she been captured, but many of her men. Now free, they would be set in a like manner as she and her men then took over the mans ship and then reclaimed her own. It was with the Tempest and Captain Jeb's Hailstorm that she returned to Black Jade Skull Islands and found some surprising matters.
Her father was no longer Lord, having died out to sea, and her mother to follow after with a broken heart, this left her brother as Lord of Blacktyde. However, it seemed Daemon had disappeared, it was said he sailed out after a woman whom had captured his eye. She couldn't understand why, but that was the least of her worries. For now with Daemon gone and she being the second born of the family, it left the Lordship now to rest within her hands. Surprising indeed, but oh did that make her smirk all the more. May the Gods have mercy upon the other nobles of Port Kiel, for the female rendition of the devil himself had just been handed the reins of control.