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Here!

Yay! Characters?

Yeah, what's the template?

I don't have a specific template but just at least the basics or something:

Name:
Age:
Appearance:
Personality:
Likes:
Dislikes:

Name: Ophelia Monroe
Age: 21
Appearance: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/1625524...
Personality: She's usually cold and dismissive with people she first meets, sarcastic and witty. She had a formal education as a child so she tries to correct her fellow crewmates grammar from time to time. She gets hyper-focused when she finds something she really wants.
Likes: Jewels, gold, blades of any kind, the ocean, thunder, and dancing.
Dislikes: Drinking, gunpowder (it makes her cough), giant storms, and most people in general.

Is this okay?

She is great!!

Ok perfect!

I'll make my character asap!

Name: Jareth Rhanes
Age: 23
Appearance:
Personality: Stubborn, mischievous, but a good heart when it involves those he cares about
Likes: Adventure, gold, sleeping, eating
Dislikes: small spaces, being caught, snoring people

Looks amazing! Sorry, I didn't know if we were doing drawings or actual pictures. I can change mine if you'd like

No, yours is great! I'm not a fan of the anime pictures people use sometimes but the one you picked was good :)

Where should we start?

Yikes, yeah I don't like those ones either haha. I don't care where we start, whatever you prefer :)

Perhaps when Ophelia and her crew captures Jareth? Maybe she or her crew doesn't like him for some reason and they steal him? Idk lol

Okay! Yeah that or he could just be in the way of what they want so he's just collateral, OR he could be sneaking onto the ship while they're gone doing something and he doesn't have time to escape once they set sail. Or something else idk

Ooh I like the idea of collateral. If he's a thief maybe he just keeps getting in the way and is one step ahead of them so they take him to get out o the way?

I like that idea. What do you think?

Yeah sounds good! Can you start?

Sure, I can start us off.

Jareth Rhanes settled himself down at the sticky table inside the inn, sipping contentedly on a tankard of ale. He was so close to his destination and eventually he could slip back out of town, hopefully unnoticed. He was in a seaport town and might choose to use one of the ships to escape on later, but first he had his job to complete. He glanced up as a few other customers entered and chose seats, but turned his attention back to his drink soon enough.

Ophelia Monroe leaned against one of the walls of the filthy inn with a scowl fixed on her face. The rest of her crew was downing alzohol like it was oxygen, and she sniffed, glaring down her nose at them. "Drunkest pirate gets deck scrubbing duty." She announced, and watched as some of them lowered their tankards. Buzz lifted his towards Ophelia with a chip-toothed grin. "Aw, c'mon Monroe, why don't ye git some for yerself?"

"It's pretty good stuff," Ren said, letting out a foul burp. He was probably one of the most drunk men at the table but he would surprise an outsider with his sudden bursts of what seemed like common sense and whereabouts. He straightened in his seat and squinted across the room. With another rumbling burp he said, "That's the same man I saw earlier, like I told you so. But nobody believed me." He chugged back some more ale and looked up at his captain. "I told you so..."


Jareth, meanwhile, sensed the pirates on his radar but pretended to ignore them. He did not want to cause problems for he couldn't risk being stalled. He gestured for a waitress to stop at his table and ordered another ale and a bowl of the thick fish chowder.

((Hope that was fine to add a character to your crew!! Let me know if it isn't))

((yeah ofc it's fine!!))

"Manners." Ophelia snapped at Ren, though she knew it was useless. Her sharp blue gaze cut across the room to the man Ren had been talking about. Something about him did seem familiar. "Whaddya think, boss?" Another crew member asked, the last word tripping jokingly off his tongue. Ophelia spun back towards her group. "Enjoy your sewer water for now. No one acts until I say." She said, and the men burst into laughter and cheers, patrons of the inn turning to look at them: some with fear, others with envy.

((Great!))

"What's the matter, captain?" Ren whined, turning his attention toward the suspicious man who was now enjoying a dinner of soup. "He just keeps showing up around us and I don't like that feeling." He had lowered his voice a little but the general chatter of the inn made it so he wasn't heard by anyone else not at their table.

Jareth was not sitting alone, for there were a few other men also drinking or eating, or both, around him. The way he hardly engaged in conversation with them indicated he was alone and not friends with any of the strangers.

Ophelia pursed her lips. "I don't like it either, but until he actually does something..." She eyed the suspicious man. "Where else have you seen him, Ren?" He looked around her age, maybe a little older. She narrowed her eyes, as if doing so would pinpoint exactly what he'd done to garner Ren's attention.

"He came in from the docks last night," Ren muttered, scratching his nose. "He was talking to Mr. Gaffen." He yawned, glancing up at his captain again. He was sure it was of some importance, but he wasn't going to decide for himself. He would only offer information that might turn out to be highly useful.

Well, that wasn't promising. "Anything else?" She prodded. "Did you happen to overhear their conversation?" She examined his clothing. He didn't seem to be a sailor or pirate, so if he was on the docks...

"Not much other than he was asking about gold," Ren said. "Why would he ask Mr. Gaffen about gold if he weren't after what we were after? Hmm?" He sloshed the rest of his drink down the back of his throat, coughed once, and let out another burp. "I didn't hear no more, for they were in Mr. Gaffen's shack."

((should they act now?))

((Sure! Or when he leaves they can jump him. Whatever works best for you!! I'm good with any!))

((lol okay just wanna check))

Ophelia grit her teeth. "Ren, how drunk are you right now?"

((sorry for the short response))

((Yeah :) It's okay!))

"I am not drunk," Ren said with slurred words, very drunk.

Ophelia rolled her eyes and tugged her sword out of the sheath on her hip, spinning it around one finger and bringing the tip of the blade right into the wooden table with a loud thump. Her crew immediately straightened and set down their tankards. She eyed her ragtag group, determining who was the most sober.

"Corinne, Silas, Seadog, Ren, with me. The rest of you to the ship, prepare for a prisoner." She tightened her grip on her sword and ripped it out of the table as everyone rose. She looked at Ren and nodded. "Bring him to the alley." Ren and the other three she'd named began weaving strategically through tables towards the man, and Ophelia followed the rest of the crew out the door. They turned left towards the docks, Ophelia ducked into the alley and waited.

As the crewmen began making their way towards his table, Jareth glanced up casually. So somebody wanted to start trouble, he thought, and he hadn't even done anything to offend them. He took another bite of his meal as if their presence wasn't disturbing him, but as they neared the table, he put his spoon down.

"May I help you?" He asked in a calm voice, eyes glancing between each of the 4 crewmembers. He raised an eyebrow. "I don't think we've met." He prepared himself mentally for a fight, ready to leap over the table and chairs for an escape if need be.

Nearby, Ren burped again.

Corinne took the lead. "Can we talk to ya outside?" She asked with a charming smile. Corinne was drop dead gorgeous, and she'd joined the crew a few months back after deciding that 'working the streets' was getting boring. The other's hung behind her, waiting to see if they were needed.

"You're welcome to sit here and talk," Jareth said. "I'm still eating my supper." He knew what she was trying to do and would not fall for that trap. She definitely was a beautiful woman but he had gotten himself in trouble by letting pretty girls persuade him to do what they wanted.

"We want to talk outside," snapped Ren, crossing his muscular arms over his chest.

Jareth shook his head. "I'm still eating."

A few of the customers grew uncertain and some stood up from nearby tables to leave. A couple of them slipped out the door.

The thief cleared his throat. "What do you want from me?"

Corinne sighed and flicked her fingers at the three men, who immediately surged forward and grabbed him by the shoulders, pulling him from his seat. "We're gonna be the ones askin' the questions, kay?" She said, moving towards the door and holding it open for the men to push the thief through.

As he was hauled out of his seat, Jareth was quick to swing his fists. He connected his fist with someone and kicked out at another. "Aren't you all a disgraceful lot!" He scowled, still struggling fairly well with the three men dragging him to the front. Of course, nobody else in the inn felt compelled to step in for fear of being attacked or dragged away themselves, and even the innkeeper himself stood by mutely. Jareth fought with a good amount of strength; it was all the three men could do to keep him from escaping.

Outside, Ren muttered something about his jaw hurting and tightened his grip around Jareth's muscular arm.

Corinne led them to the dark alleyway, and Ophelia laughed, stepping out of the shadows. "The three of you couldn't handle one of him?" She snorted. "Nice bruise, Ren." Her sharp gaze turned to the stranger, fingers dancing across the handle of her sword. It was still in her belt- for now.

"I see no point in drawing this out, so I'll cut to the chase: what were doing on the docks last night?"

At the sight of the new woman, Jareth stopped fighting and stood, surrounded by the three men who were all still gripping him tightly. He let out a sigh. This was really not going well for him at all tonight and he had absolutely no idea why.

"Who said I was down at the docks, and if I were, why would it matter to you where I was? I don't know you from the stranger down the road," he said with a shrug.

"Answer her question," Ren scowled. He felt embarrassed that Ophelia had seen the bruise so quickly.

Ophelia narrowed her eyes. "I don't really care whether you know me or not. But you strike me as someone who..." She hummed thoughtfully. "Can't keep his hands to himself. So I'll ask you again. What were you doing at the docks?"

"Why do you care?" Jareth countered, and he was met with a punch to his jaw. He grunted and sagged slightly in the men's grip as stars sparked in his vision.

"That's none of your business, She said coolly, then turned to Corinne, who's eyes were dancing with excitement. "Back to the ship." She started down the alleyway in the general direction of the docks, then paused and turned back to face her crew mates and the man. "And feel free to draw your weapons. Wouldn't want him to bang up Ren even more."

"So I'm you're prisoner now, am I?" Jareth asked. It didn't necessarily terrify him but more so frustrated him because he was going to be so hindered by these pirates. Ren scowled more deeply but did not reply, trooping along with his crewmates and dragging this stupid man with him.

Jareth walked with them down another alley and once more tried to escape with some punches, kicks, and whatever else he could to loosen their grips so he could run off.

Ophelia heard the struggling behind her and sighed, coming to a halt. She spun around and pulled her sword out in one quick motion, bringing the blade right under the mans chin. "If I were you," She hissed. "I'd try not to endanger myself even more, and cooperate."

"I never did anything to any of you," Jareth snapped. He felt the cool blade of her sword prick his skin. This wasn't right. "I'm sure you have the wrong man." Then he shut up, waiting for her to take away the sword. He supposed there was nothing else he could do. Maybe they'd even kill him for the fun if it and he didn't think it was time to experiment with that yet.

"We will see." She gestured to her crewmates with one hand, keeping the other holding the blade at the strangers chin. The men let go and Ophelia quickly spun behind him, clamped one hand on his shoulder, and shifted the sword so it was against his throat. "Walk."

Jareth glared at each of them in turn but started walking down the dark alley, his boots making no sound on the cobblestones. He had no other choice but as long as they didn't kill him immediately then he could find a way out of this. He always had and it would be no different.

Ophelia half-smiled to herself as she marched the man ontk the docks. Considering he was taller than her, this was going swimmingly. Her crew guffawed as she walked aboard The Heartbreaker. "Couldn't take 'im, Ren?" Someone called out, and Ophelia laughed but waved her hand dismissively.

"Well someone has to have a pretty face around here," She called out with a grin. "Since none of you are up to the task." Her crew howled in laughter again. Ophelia nodded at a nearby pirate. "Ropes, please."