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                     Posted: Sat Aug 14, 2010 1:28 pm
		     
             
             
             
                    
                        
                            
                                                                    
        
        
        
			             Welcome aboard the Devil's Knave! Table of Contents.1. Welcome. 2. Intro. 3. Roles. 4. Rules. 5. Character Skeletons. 6. Accepted Pirates.             
        
        
		        
		         
     
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                     Posted: Sat Aug 14, 2010 1:30 pm
		     
             
             
             
                    
                        
                            
                                                                    
        
        
        
			             We pillage, we plunder, we rifle, and loot... As you open the door of the tavern, the smell of alchohol and body fluids hits you like a brick. As you blink owlishly at your surroundings you find that your normally quiet tavern has been overrun by pirates who feel the need to burn the loot they earned at sea. As you watch the rowdy (Drunken) men, you can't help but feel slightly envious. You take a seat at the counter and order the usual as you eye them nervously. An extravagantly dressed man sits next to you and smiles. You have a small chat with him and tell him your occupation and skills.
  "Is that so?" The man chuckles.
  "We could use you aboard our ship..."             
        
        
		        
		         
     
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                     Posted: Sat Aug 14, 2010 1:31 pm
		     
             
             
             
                    
                        
                            
                                                                    
        
        
        
			             Drink up me hearties' yo ho!Duties aboard this vessel'.  Ships' Captain: Calico Jack Quarter Master: Bastien Gales Sailing Master: Mattie. Boatswain:Carpenter & Surgeon: Terrance Wood Master Gunner:First mate:Second Mate:Third Mate:Fourth Mate:Able Bodied Sailors:Riggers:Cabin Boy: Gunver Wood  Insight on Duties located  Here.          
        
        
		        
		         
     
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                     Posted: Sat Aug 14, 2010 1:37 pm
		     
             
             
             
                    
                        
                            
                                                                    
        
        
        
			             Pirate Code of Conduct. "I. Every Man Shall obey civil Command; the Captain shall have one full Share and a half of all Prizes; the Master, Carpenter, Boatswain and Gunner shall have one Share and quarter. II. If any Man shall offer to run away, or keep any Secret from the Company, he shall be marooned with one Bottle of Powder, one Bottle of Water, one small Arm, and Shot. III. If any Man shall steal any Thing in the Company, or game, to the Value of a Piece of Eight, he shall be marooned or shot. IV. If any time we shall meet another Marooner that Man shall sign his Articles without the Consent of our Company, shall suffer such Punishment as the Captain and Company shall think fit. V. That Man that shall strike another whilst these Articles are in force, shall receive Moses’s Law (that is, 40 Stripes lacking one) on the bare Back. VI. That Man that shall snap his Arms, or smoke Tobacco in the Hold, without a Cap to his Pipe, or carry a Candle lighted without a Lanthorn, shall suffer the same Punishment as in the former Article. VII. That Man shall not keep his Arms clean, fit for an Engagement, or neglect his Business, shall be cut off from his Share, and suffer such other Punishment as the Captain and the Company shall think fit. VIII. If any Man shall lose a Joint in time of an Engagement, shall have 400 Pieces of Eight ; if a Limb, 800. IX. If at any time you meet with a prudent Woman, that Man that offers to meddle with her, without her Consent, shall suffer present Death."            
        
        
		        
		         
     
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                     Posted: Sat Aug 14, 2010 1:39 pm
		     
             
             
             
                    
                        
                            
                                                                    
        
        
        
			             Looks: Description or Picture. Name:  Age: Height: Duty: Weapon:  Personality:
 
           
        
        
		        
		         
     
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                     Posted: Sat Aug 14, 2010 1:47 pm
		     
             
             
             
                    
                        
                            
                                                                    
        
        
        
			            Accepted pirates.
  Xenia Xavier's: 
  Looks: Silvery white hair thats cut into something reminiscent of J-rock/Visual Kei Hair. He always wears a bandana over is hair in the stereotypical pirate fashion. Wears a stained white cotton shirt underneath a teal vest.  Name: Bastien Gales Age: 21 Height: 5'11 Duty: Quarter Master Weapon: A long cutlass. Personality: Demanding. Will often work the crew to the bone; but he means well. Maintains order with an iron fist. Not a push over.
  Looks: Long black hair thats kept in a limp ponytail. Eyepatch on his right eye. Always dressed extravagantly.  Name: Calico Jack Age: 35 Height: 6'4 Duty: Captain Weapon: Small pistol,rapier. Personality: A somewhat lazy individual who lives for battle. A push over of sorts.
  Looks: Curly purple hair that is usually kept in some kind of up-do. Wears a pair of red cotton shorts,a raggedy shirt with ripped sleeves,and a pair of brown leather boots. Always wears a pair of stockings.  Name: Matilda,"Mattie." Jones. Age: 17,though she claims to be 19. Height: Roughly 5'5 Duty: Sailing Master. Weapon: A small pistol, occasionally a cutlass.  Personality: A stubborn girl who is almost always pouring over maps.
 
 
 
  ---- Marq D's pirate(s):
  Looks: Silver bandanna keeping hair back, eyepatch on right eye, brown raggedy shirt, no right arm, cotton shorts.  Name: Terrance Wood  Age: 34  Height: 6'2  Duty: Carpenter  Weapon: Whatever's on his tool belt, but mostly hammer and saw.  Personality: Not a nice man, stubborn, proud of himself, but level headed and cunning. Likes making traps and giving others unneeded advice. Looks out for little brother
  Looks: Loose gold hair pulled back into a ponytail, eye patch on left eye, grey tanktop, old brown fingerless gloves, leather vest, fake left leg, long cotton pants  Name: Gunver Wood  Age: 17  Height: 5'10  Duty: Cabin boy  Weapon: Dagger, Short sword  Personality: Quiet, but definately not a pushover. Almost never talks, outside of duties. Likes to hang out with brother, and secretly watches his back. Despite being a cabinboy, he gets a fair amount of respect from a lot of people.         
        
        
		        
		         
     
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                     Posted: Sat Aug 14, 2010 1:50 pm
		     
             
             
             
                    
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                     Posted: Sat Aug 14, 2010 1:52 pm
		     
             
             
             
                    
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                     Posted: Sun Aug 15, 2010 12:14 pm
		     
             
             
             
                    
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                     Posted: Sun Aug 15, 2010 12:34 pm
		     
             
             
             
                    
                        
                            
                                                                    
        
        
        
			             The sailors were being worked to the bone.
  "What are ya?! Landlubbers?! Stop chatting like stupid wenches and get back to work!"
  Bastien growled loudly as he shouted orders. The man was standing on the Quarter Deck,where he could get a good look at what everyone was up too. The quarter master brushed some hair out of his eyes he looked up at the sails,trying to make sure the riggers weren't screwing anything up. Satisfied with what he saw,the man went back to supervising the swab who was mopping the decks.
  "You missed a spot!"           
        
        
		        
		         
     
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                     Posted: Sun Aug 15, 2010 2:59 pm
		     
             
             
             
                    
                        
                            
                                                                    
        
        
        
			            Terrance looked up from where he was working. "Bastion! You Jack Sparrow knockoff, don't you ever shut it?"
   He stood, grinning, as he added "Let ME holler at the ingrates a little, will ya? You're having all the fun!"
           
        
        
		        
		         
     
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                     Posted: Sun Aug 15, 2010 3:04 pm
		     
             
             
             
                    
                        
                            
                                                                    
        
        
        
			            
  "Avast! I'd rather be marooned!"
  Bastien shouted back. The Quarter Master sneered as he paced back and forth on the Quarter deck. He stopped suddenly as he saw the cabin boy pop out of the cabin's quarters and slowly began to make his way to the Quarter deck. 
  "Smartly,me boy! Hurry it up!"
 
            
        
        
		        
		         
     
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                     Posted: Sun Aug 15, 2010 3:36 pm
		     
             
             
             
                    
                        
                            
                                                                    
        
        
        
			            Gunver panted. Dashing with a false leg is no easy feat. He stood up, trying to control his breathing.
  "Captain says to see him after dark," he said flatly. He looked up.          
        
        
		        
		         
     
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                     Posted: Sun Aug 15, 2010 3:41 pm
		     
             
             
             
                    
                        
                            
                                                                    
        
        
        
			            
  "Arr! Tell that old bilge rat that I will. Also make sure he knows we're stopping at a port soon! The lubbers on this boat are gettin' restless."
  Bastien nodded briskly and turned away,getting ready to bellow some more orders.           
        
        
		        
		         
     
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                     Posted: Sun Aug 15, 2010 3:51 pm
		     
             
             
             
                    
                        
                            
                                                                    
        
        
        
			             Gunver nodded, and hobbled back down the hall. He stopped and picked up his mop, and began to sweep the hall.
 
   Terrance watched him go. It didn't look like he had taken any kinda insult from Bastion. Bastion was a friend, and they liked to poke fun at each other, but anyone who messed with his little brother heard from him.
  He sat back down and began hammering nails, which isn't easy with one arm.         
        
        
		        
		         
     
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