Individual Roleplay 2.0 Edition

R | Captain | R

~IN THE MID 1700'S~

⚓️«Name»🗡
The man turned and narrowed his eyes, "Captain Jackson Alexander Kirkland." He stated, his chest out and his posture straight as he smiled proudly. "Feel free to stare for a few seconds." He added with a wink.
🗡«Nickname»⚓️
"You shall call me by my name and only my name! Why would you want to address me by anything else? It's a wonderful name." He scoffed. (His crew calls him Captain Kirk, Jack, or Captain Kirkland most of the time.)
⚓️«Age»🗡
"Oi! Didn't anyone ever tell you not to ask that question unless ye know a person!? I'm not goin' around sharin' such insignificant information!" (25 years)
🗡«Gender»⚓️
Jackson clenched his jaw and balled his hands up into tight fists, tensing up. "Are you challenging my manhood...? Because that's a battle you'll definitely loose." He growled out threateningly. (Male.)
⚓️«Sexuality»🗡
"Sex is sex. But don't tell anyone ye heard that from me, a'ight? Sure I flirt with both, but that ain't exactly accepted in this day and age now is it? Then again, neither is piracy." He shrugged, keeping his voice low. (Pansexual)
🗡«Species»⚓️
"I am 100% flesh and blood, sweetheart. Oh, and did I mention muscle?" He flexed an arm with a smirk. (He's human.)
⚓️«Height»🗡
Jack chuckled heartily and shook his head in some amusement. "Very very very tall, love." He said, now starting to roll a small silver coin across his knuckles skillfully. (Like, no joke, 6'4" and 1/2)
🗡«Personality»⚓️
"The depends on how you think of me, sweet cheeks. Stay on my good side and you'll like it there." He said with a wink. (He's very flirty, especially with the women. However, he has flirted with his fair share of guys as well, as long as he deems them attractive. He is brash, and extremely easy to annoy, definitely being a hothead. But, he's also quite exciting and witty. He has developed a habit of rolling a coin over his knuckles when he is bored with a conversation, so you'll at least know when it is time to stop talking. He's a compulsive liar, which has brought him to be such an expert at telling lies that now they almost sound like truth. He is wanted in countless towns and villages for stealing, yet another terrible habit of his. Jack will only show his good and more caring side to you if he truly does care about you, so that is one thing he doesn't fake. Despite having trust issues and what it might seem like, he will help anyone that is in need.)
⚓️«Likes»🗡
"Hmm...I like gold, silver, treasure, money, stealing, maps, fun, and...how about you, gorgeous?" He smirked, leaning closer. (He enjoys most anything that will keep his mind and body occupied, that way he doesn't have to be bored–which he hates entirely!)
🗡«Dislikes»⚓️
"Enemy pirates, red coats, blubbering fools that don't know how to shut their mouths, being bored, and anyone else who gets in the way of my plans." He narrowed his eye. (He doesn't like his scars, though he isn't insecure about them. He simply just doesn't like their appearance. He also hates it when he gives someone his trust and they take it and go against it, backstabbing him.)
⚓️«Appearance»🗡
"Hey, up here, look." He pointed to his face and then at his eye. "See that? You've got two, now use them. I know you want to, I mean, look at me." He smirked. (Kirk has long and disheveled blonde hair that reaches just past his shoulders and is often pulled back into a ponytail at the base of his neck. He has tan skin, most likely due to all the time he spends in the sun–which is basically all day everyday–and is covered in scars from the countless battles that he's been in. He does have a muscular build, but it definitely isn't muscle packed on top of muscle; however, he looks like he'd be able to lift a large barrel, no problem. His eyes, well, they're a striking golden color that goes perfectly with his tanned skin. And let's not forget to mention the hardly noticeable freckles that pepper the bridge of his nose.)
((He's got two eyes! The eye patch is to cover a scar on his eyelid! And this photo is with his hair down.))

🗡«Wears»⚓️
"That isn't important, I dress like a captain and that's all that matters. Except I don't have one of those ridiculous hats. They're too big and the look stupid." He huffed. (He typically wears a white collared shirt with a dark brown leather coat on over it. The coat reaches half way down his calves, as it is long and has many pockets both inside and out. On the black belt that secures his long black pants to his waist are many different utilities such as, a sword, two pistols, three sharp daggers, a compass, and a pouch full of gold coins that he keeps on his person in case he needs them when he's on land. He also wears brown leather boots on his feet, black socks on underneath.)
⚓️«Job/Occupation»🗡
"Excuse me? I ain't no land lover that works for a living. I'm a feared pirate, and you're askin' for me to plunge this sword down your throat!" (Clearly, he's a pirate. The captain of his very own ship, The Bloody Scallawag.)
🗡«Flaws»⚓️
"What?!" He growled and then scoffed, smiling at the 'silly question.' "I don't have any." (*mutters vile words under breath* ACTUALLY! He's over confident, rude, cold, insensitive, cocky, mean, stubborn, an impulsive liar, and he can never refuse a fight! It's always fight! Fight!! FIGHT! *huffs with a satisfied smile*) His eye twitches as he turns to me, "What did you just say about me...?" He growled out before throwing a freshly sharpened dagger at my head. (*ducks and shakes with fear* N-n-nothing! Nothing Captain Kirkland...) "That's what I thought. Now, sweetheart, where were we?" He purred with a smirk.
⚓️«Backstory»🗡
"Like I'd tell you that. Piss off, mate. Go swab the deck or something." He stated and looked away. (Find out.)
🗡«Other»⚓️
"Why...there's nothing else needed. Can't you tell? I'm absolute perfection." (Underneath his hard shell–that, granted, is tough to get passed–there's a kind soul. He is nice, just somewhere deep down!)

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Scenario:
It was a rather sunny day in London, and you thought it would be a nice day to go out for an afternoon stroll. You, being a permanent village resident, knew the best place to take such a stroll; the dock was a rather favorite spot of yours.
As you walked along the street next to the dock peacefully, you started to hear shouting not too far away. Before you knew it, a rather strange looking fellow with an eyepatch came running from around the corner. He looked almost like a pirate.
He didn't seem to notice you as he looked over his shoulder, appearing to be looking if something or someone was following him, and soon ran straight into you. Unable to keep your balance, you felt your rear hit the pavement as you feel back. You shrunk back even further when you looked up and saw that the man was smirking at you. Without warning, he pulled you up to your feet–rather harshly, too–and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, holding a silver pistol to your head. You heard the click of the gun as he cocked it, ready to fire, and froze in fear while staring ahead of you. Very soon after you were pulled up, you saw two red coats stop a few feet away, exchanging glances before looking at you worriedly and not knowing what to do. "Walk backwards, slowly." The man behind you whispered into your ear and began to back up. Fearing for your life, you did as told and followed his actions. He walked you to the dock and to a rather large ship at the end. He pulled the gun away from your head for a few seconds, just to gesture at the men to lower the docking board before moving it back against your temple. Soon, you were on a ship surrounded by crewman, who were in a hurry to get the ship to sail at their captain's–and your capturer's–orders. He kept you in that position for a few moments, staring at the red coats as his men got the ship moving. But after they were far enough away, he threw you onto the deck, standing over you with a large smirk on his face.
You...
(Credit for this wonderful scenario goes to 2CrystalScales3183 !! Sorry this took so long, darling~)

Requirements:
- Be female
-Be human
-Be at least 21