Post by Captain Jack Sparrow on Sept 6, 2009 19:24:23 GMT -8
NAME:
AGE: 40
SEX: Male
EYE COLOR: Brown
BODY TYPE: Muscular
HEIGHT: 5'10"
WEIGHT: 190
SIDE: Pirates
OCCUPATION: Captain/Pirate
WEAPON: He is armed with a pistol and a sword, his ship holds cannons and several other guns.
Jack has long, frazzled dred locks. His hair is almost a deep chestnut/black color. His skin is tanned and damaged from the sun. He has a "P" branded on his right arm just above his wrist. He is lanky, however muscular and walks with somewhat of a stagger.
Jack is a smart ass, he thinks he knows everything about everyone even though everyone knows he doesn't. Jack is haughty and rather full of himself. He is a character to be around, humorous and entertaining to say the least. Jack can be easy to be around if you know him, however upon first meeting Captain Sparrow, you will find him rather intimidating... or odd.
Jack was born to Captain Teague and a bar wench by the name of Esmerelda. She kept Jack in Tortuga, where he grew up living in the Inn where his mother worked, only seeing his father when the ship would come into port.
When he turned sixteen, his father took him and his mother on the ship for two years, until Jack turned 18. Jack then decided that he was tired of always doing what his father asked, and wanted to go off on adventures of his own. He began his captaining on the Black Pearl, which he had striked a deadly deal with death himself to retrieve.
He was mutinized after only a few years of owning his beloved ship, and then regained his status as Captain after several untimely circumstances including the death of Barbosa and the crew. Jack reassembeled a crew to help man the Pearl, and he sails the seas trying to hide from his debtors, or collect a rather unlucky number of souls to trade in his stead.
RP EXAMPLE
The night was quiet in Caspian's Castle fort, not a noise could be heard from the lower levels. If you were walking through the castle fort on this night you would see barely a light on until you reached the higher level where Caspian resides. Deep in his study the young Telmarine sat and contemplated several things in his mind.
Even though recent hardships had come about, Narnia had overcame them, even if with much difficulty. He kept his eyes on the paper in front of him, the quill feather in his hand not moving an inch as he thought. Writing such an ordinance was not an easy task. One would believe that he had been writing a novel, his hours of remaining in the room almost frightening.
He kept himself fixated on his work, no matter the cost truly, he wished that his mind would not wonder as it often had today. Biting his lip he stared in dissatisfaction at the blank piece of parchment adoring the crumpled pieces on his oak desk.
Tapping his fingers on the desk he continued to let his mind run wild. Ideas and thoughts racing through with such indiscretion it was almost unreal. He muttered to himself, almost as one crazed before lifting his eyes to the sound of a small crash.
Black ink pouring from the fallen well fell all over his desk, swearing under his breath he stood and picked up the well and grabbed a towel to begin to try to repair the soiled material. He groaned inwardly as he threw the ruined towel on the ground and crumpled up yet another piece of parchment. Wiping off his hand he ventured out onto the terrace overlooking the woods around the castle.
Rubbing his hands over his face he inwardly sighed before letting them drop to his sides. He took a few deep breaths as he crossed his arms and leaned against the railing, letting his mind ease up and the tension rest from his shoulders. He glanced forward, not a word spoken from him this cool night. The wind picked up a bit and he breathed in the scents that were Narnia. He enjoyed even the smallest attributes of this fair country, and would not pass them up for the world.
Closing his eyes temporarily he let his mind clear and just let all the stress and worry leave him if just for a moment. He felt at peace here on his terrace enjoying the nature of this place. He looked up into the stars trying to count them, even though he remembered the words of his father "You can never number the stars, my son, for the number is far to great..." He shook the thought from his head almost as quickly as it came and turned his mind to other things.
The cool breeze blew the small pieces of tousled hair from his tanned face, and he just quietly breathed, letting no words pass from his thinned lips, fearing he had none to say. The stress lines had began to ebb from his forehead and from the corners of his lips as he let the night take him in total peace and tranquility.
(Original Thread Post Taken From Return To Narnia - "What Is Said To Be True" Oct. 22, 2008)
FACE CLAIM: Johnny Depp
