Post by Captain Cedric Rackham on Sept 6, 2011 21:43:41 GMT -5
real big fan of yours ,
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"You made a deal, and now it seems you have to offer up
But will it ever be enough?
It's not enough, raise it up, raise it up!
It seems I've made the final sacrifice"[/center]
quite the joke to you ,
[/color][/font][/center]"so, hon. welcome to the distorted world.
what's your name?"
"Ah, it is such a pleasure to meet someone as beautiful as you. I am Captain Cedric Rackham, perhaps you have heard of me?"
"ey, that's pretty cute. how old are you, and where are ya affiliated?"
"And you do not give me the pleasure of knowing your name? How rude, I shall have you know I have killed people for less. Much, much less. But if you really much know I am almost in my sixties, and I hail from the western reaches of Cornelia." [59, World A]
"young'un, are you? well then, i can deal. so... how bout you and me go on a date?"
"Oh I would love to see more of you. Perhaps after this dreadful interview we could gather in my bed chamber, partake in some wine, and invite a few of your friends over to make it a real party. Of course anyone is welcome, man or woman."
"aaand.. what is your specialization?"
"Guns of course. Magic is far too much of a headache for one such as I, and I have never been a fan of the effort it takes for close quarters combat."
"cool, cool. i guess youre a little talented filly? i like 'em like that."
Rackham chuckles to himself. "I have so many more talents you can find out about later."
kissed me in your room ,
[/color][/font][/center]"and on to the second section! how tall are you, exactly?"
"Tall? Ah I'm afraid to inform you that I am rather short, only 5'6". Although I would much rather go back to the flirting."
"ah, just three inches taller. hm. so, what's under your clothes? not that i wont find out for myself."
"I'll have to ask you to find out your self... No? Fine, if you really must know I am rather lean. Not much muscle or fat."
"okay, sorry. let's talk about some.. non - crude things? what's your personal style?"
"Fine, and high quality clothing has always been a favorite of mine. I am particularly found of black suits, and a nice tie. Oh and white gloves are brilliant with my pistol. Although I change my attire from time to time, even if it isn't too masculine."
"hey, you look like that celebrity... what was the name...?"
"Celebrity? I am a celebrity. Although people often say I look like that Sebastian Michaelis fellow from Black Butler."
"right! i remember now. you look just like them. except better, heh heh..."
"Of course I am, you really think my buttox looks anything like that?"
replied i love you too ,
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"soo, do you like or dislike anything?"
"I love my loot, oh so much. Gold, silver, I can't seem to get enough of it. Along with wine, some claim that I have a problem but I would rather wash away my nightmares of you dredges with it. And my dear sweet Narcissus, a pirate is nothing without his ship. Oh dislikes... The law obviously, I enjoy my freedom and I would rather keep a distance from the gallows. Oddly enough the Court of Shadows is among my enemies, we have a gentleman's agreement that I would rather not end anytime soon. But my love of them seems to be rather sparse. And magicks, I can't stand those little caster and their tricks. Guns, those take skill. But magicians are nothing but a bunch of parlor tricks that will get you killed."
"ohmyjonas, me too! wow, thats such a coincidence. so have any dirty habits or secrets?"
"Hm.. I have a rather large amount of dirty habits, but lets keep it clean for now. I often give a white rose to my lovers, and all non-essential crew on my ship. Lovers have a nasty habit of betraying me, of course I normally betray them first. It's rather rude to betray someone that has already betrayed you! The throw away crew members? Oh, on occasion I have far too much loot and need to lose some weight and why would I get rid of perfectly good treasure?
There was once a boy, Gregory North, who lived in a happy little village in the western edges of the Kingdom of Cornelia. His home was encompassed by marsh, but by some miracle his village was a rich farming land. And poor little Gregory fancied himself as an excellent shot. So much so he spouted out about his little dreams and fantasies. Wild dreams they were, each one about how to make the world a better place. To restore the crystals, to make the world a better place for her. They were nothing more then nonsense and the ramblings of a hopeless fool. But with each dream, each hope, each fantasy he had a fear. Some terrible thing that drove him mad in the middle of the night. Above all else he feared death.
So Gregory retired to his basement. Where he traced the intricate lines, and chanted the nonsensical incantations of a dark spell that should have been destroyed centuries ago. When it was done a mighty palace arose from the ground, claiming much of the farm land as it's own. The foolish boy rushed into the Palace, eager to gain what he desired most. He soon found himself before the Court of Shadows, a dreadful lot. Gregory made a deal with them. They granted him immunity to the horror that was time and death, but it wasn't until he returned to his precious home that discovered the horror he wrought. The dead walked the earth again, disgusting ghosts filled the air, and the villages nightmares slowly crept out of the darkest parts of their minds and into reality. The blood of his friends and family painted the ground, and his ears were filled with their screams for help.
He gave up all that he loved, and treasured for immortality. But the village was only the price the Court of Shadows set, she was their prize. Their crown jewel you might say. Of all the screams of terror, and pleas of help her's were the loudest. Yet poor little Gregory could do nothing to save her, or any of them. And so she perished in the fall of the village, along with Gregory. But he became nothing more then an empty shell, unable to bare with the price of his immortality and forever forced to deal with the horrors he wrought. He was weak, pathetic, breakable. But I am strong, I am Captain Cedric Rackham, King of the Pirates. And I will never be that weak again. "
"coolness, yo. umm. home dawg. anyways. describe yourself."
"Oh how I love my immortality. I am well over half a century old, yet I still look like I'm in my mid twenties. A blessing really, although I do have to make a pesky sacrifice every five years."
"like dude! we're so compatible..."
"Another chalice of wine for me, and I believe we can be even more compatible."
a little bit insecure ,
[/color][/font][/center]"okay, let's rush through this. i'm thinking dancing? then, we can talk about rooms."
"Dancing? Let us skip directly to my room, I have this lovely little manor back in Pravoka. Now if only I could find Pravoka..."
"shh, if my boss knew about our secret romance... so. what's your heritage?"
"Heritage? I am one hundred percent Cornelian. Of course my family perished long ago, tragic accident it was. Shame they couldn't run faster."
"wow, your family would love me! have anyone else in your family?"
"Are you deaf? I just told you my family died, that includes siblings and my lover."
"oh. sounds horrible. haha. anything else important happen in your life?"
"Once I became Cedric Rackham I headed west to Pravoka. Oh it is my kind of city. Cheap women, cheap booze, and such a wonderful selection of loot to swipe under a pirate's nose. I tried to take the city over, but this nasty little man stood in my way. He was the Pirate Lord of Pravoka and there wasn't much I could do to stop him. I couldn't even close to him, he had far more thugs then I had bullets. Bikkie I believe his name was. So I set out on my own ship, the Narcissus.
By the time I got back these so called Warriors of Light defeated his men and acquired his ship as their own. I applaud their ruthless domination of Pravoka, although I wished they put the old man out of his misery. I was about to clean up the Warriors mess and put the old pirate out of his misery, and claim Pravoka as my own but the Warriors of Light were kind enough to open up a new passage to the larger oceans. No longer was I confined to that little enclosed sea. So I left Pravoka, my lust for taking the city gone. Why take a little port city when the whole world lay bare before you?
That is when my memory becomes a tad foggy. The next thing I knew I was docking in a city known as Alexandria, my ship full of loot. I believe a few of my crew mates were thrown over board to make room. Ah well, they were rather ugly anyways. I discovered this delightful little invention called an airship. They were a mere legend back in Cornelia. Of course I had to have one, I immediately sent for some sort of mechanic to take my precious Narcissus and turn her into a beautiful airship. Hm... I might kill him and take back my loot once he is done."
"hey, look! we're done. so, i would ask you on a second date, but i'm about to explode. no, really. please step back."
"Already? I was hoping that we would be able to go all night."
of this mistreatment ,
[/color][/font][/center]name. Arzadon
age. 20
rp experience. Four to five years!
rules. Thundaga!
rp sample.
This was truly a place for great warriors! Large stone pillars, blood stained battle fields, and on top of that it had the finest gathering of warriors across all of Ivalice, or what Gilgamesh thought was Ivalice. The greatest Swordsman in all of Ivalice was simply a spectator, telling others that he was watching to find the greatest warrior here himself. After all only a powerful warrior could wield Excalipur. So Gilgamesh proudly waltzed down the hallways, munching on some buttered corn. Well it wasn't actually corn. It was this odd fluffy popped corn. Very fine magicians must have made it. The man mused to himself. That's when the man stopped in mid step.
Watch your tongue, or I will smite you where you stand. This world is mine to do as I please, and those within it...
The foreign voice boomed inside of his head. Never before in his life had the greatest of all swordsmen ever experienced such a thing. The man could not put the voice into words, as it even it's tone was beyond his grasp. So the man dropped his wonderful popcorn, no longer caring for the delightful snack. There was something greater awaiting him. He rushed forward, looking for whatever caused the voice inside of his head. His heart was pounding, Could this really be it?
And there she was. It was a woman who seemed to be the center of a small crowd. Gilgamesh knew instantly that this was woman was the human form of Excalipur. What else could be so beautiful, so divine and still grace the mortal world of Ivalice or what he thought to be Ivalice. The large man's eyes glanced to some bratty boy, who was talking down to his beloved Excalipur in human form. He seemed arrogant, dark and sinister even. A small group of monsters floated behind the boy. Was he threatening Gilgamesh's dear Excalipur? Gilgamesh nodded to himself after a few seconds of thought. Yes he was. HOW DARE HE!
Gilgamesh charged forward, placing himself between Calamity and Vanitas. One of his hands dramatically held under his red cloak. Then with a thrust of his arm he drew it out, revealing a large steel sword in his hand. The sword was clearly meant to be wielded with two hands, yet with Gilgamesh's large size he easily managed to wield it with one. Four holes were drilled into the blade, running along the back of the blade. In between the second and third hole a large black kanji was painted on. Anyone who happened to speak Japanese would know that it stood for fake, alluding to the quality of the blade. Yet it was clear that with Gilgamesh's size and strength that he could still pack a powerful punch behind the blade.
"Don't you lay a finger on my Excalipur!" the strange man shouted out at the boy. His brow knitted in rage. Calamity belonged to no one, but in his mind Calamity was Excalipur. And since Gilgamesh spent his entire adult life searching for it then it should be his, not some bratty boy.
--Gilgamesh
