Posts by iDontGiveAFox

iDontGiveAFox · Dec 4th 2018

Would y'all mind if I joined? I'm kind of new to this site.

iDontGiveAFox · Dec 5th 2018

BASICS;

▪ PRESENT NAME James William O'Doherty

▪ NICKNAMES Jamie

▪ GENDER Male

▪ ACCEPTED PRONOUNS He, Him, His

▪ SEXUALITY Heterosexual

▪ AGE 18 years old

▪ BIRTHDAY October 15th

APPEARANCE;

▪ HEIGHT 6'1

▪ WEIGHT 177 lbs

▪ BODY Working on his family's farm back in his hometown in Ireland has kept him in good shape. While not quite body builder athletic with a set of chiseled abs, heavy lifting has gifted him with nice, broad shoulders and a strong set of arms. His muscle compliments his weight in way that stops him from looking lanky but still highlighting his height. Never choosing to use his athleticism in sports, he stuck to fighting, boxing and street fights specifically, which helps him maintain his figure without having to workout hard.

▪ HAIR His natural hair color is a dirty blonde, the blonde shining and becoming more prominent in the sunlight. He once bleached it after a dare, bringing to an almost platinum blonde, which lasted for a handful of months. Ever since, every now and then be likes to bleach it to make it even brighter.

▪ SKIN Fairly pale with a little evidence of a sunkissed red, mostly from working out in the sun

▪ EYES Dark blue with streaks of lighter blue around the edges, gives him both a deep and piercing look to his gaze. Tends to give people mixed emotions.

▪ SCARS Minor scars around his face from fighting, only noticeable from up close. A larger scar running diagonally along the right of his abdomen after a knife was pulled on him during a street fight.

▪ MODIFICATIONS A sleeve of Celtic symbols running down his right arm and a tattoo of a fox sitting on the lower left of his back.

▪ ACCESSORIES Almost always wearing a necklace with a Celtic cross at the end if it.

▪ PHYSICAL HEALTH Doesn't workout on the regular, but manages to keep in shape. He doesn't really worry about his physical health that much, mainly because it's something that he hasn't had to work very hard for.

PERSONALITY;

▪ POSITIVE TRAITS Loyal, Protective, Charismatic, Honest

▪ NEUTRAL TRAITS Stubborn, Not Very Smart, Perceptive

▪ NEGATIVE TRAITS Blunt, Sarcastic, Easily Angered

▪ MENTAL DISORDERS None

▪ MBTI CODE ESTJ

▪ FEARS + PHOBIAS Spiders and other creepy crawlies

▪ POSITION AT CAMP Male Camper

RELATIONSHIPS;

▪ CURRENT STATUS Single

- CRUSH None

▪ PAST RELATIONSHIPS He has never actually had a girlfriend before

▪ ACTIVITY LEVEL About 6 to 8

▪ PREFERRED NAME Fox works

▪ WRITING LEVEL Semi-advanced to advanced

▪ FACECLAIM Jay Swingler

iDontGiveAFox · Dec 10th 2018

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iDontGiveAFox · Dec 13th 2018

Done

iDontGiveAFox · Dec 19th 2018

This sounds really interesting! I'd love to join if you don't mind?

iDontGiveAFox · Dec 20th 2018

You can just do a starting post, then I'll post a picture and the name of my guy when I respond.

iDontGiveAFox · Dec 20th 2018

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AJ Bradford

The summer heat was strong, but the cool breeze did good to counteract it, keeping the park at a comfortable temperature. One look at it and you'd swear it was a scene straight out of a movie. Kids were running around, screaming, playing. Old couples were sat at benches, people were jogging along the paths, and plenty of families were out enjoying the day. Listening closely, even the faint incessant jingle of an ice cream truck could be heard, birds chirping along in a steady beat and the flowers swaying in rhythm. The only cliche missing was a rainbow painted across the sky.

One thing was certain. AJ wanted to be anywhere else but there. He wasn't particularly fond of the heat or loud children, both of which were present in front of him. He kept his head down and his hat drawn over his eyes as he idled along the path, checking his phone every couple seconds. He was supposed to be meeting with some people to discuss business, gang business specifically. The only problem was that they didn't specify a meeting time and nobody was answering their phone or responding to texts. AJ thought meeting at park was a dumb idea to begin with, and his frustration began to intensify his belief.

He had to deal with a lot of stupid people in his line of work, it's what he signed up when he took over as leader. It was rough work, but it had its benefits. AJ had ties to the gang since he was a child, primarily through his father. Growing up, his father had many connections to the gang, and the gang always looked out for him and his family. A lot of times he would be on the verge of getting jumped when people would recognize him and lay off. As he got older he started working with the gang, doing small work and perty jobs, nothing big. As the years went on he found himself more involved and eventually became one if the higher ups. It wasn't until a rival gang shot both his father and the current gang leader that AJ took over.

AJ was pulled out of his thoughts as he very nearly bumped into someone walking the opposite direction. He shook his head and let out a frustrated sigh. His patience was wearing thin and still no one had responded to his texts. He stopped walking and angrily shoved his phone into the pocket of his pants. He took a moment to survey his surroundings and see he could spot anyone of the people he was to meet with. As he looked around he realized he had stopped next to a bench where a woman was sitting.

He took a quick look at her and couldn't help but chuckle a little. She seemed small, fragile almost, and, standing at 6'7, he was sure from her perspective he seemed like a giant. AJ couldn't help but notice that she was very beautiful and looked away quickly before he was caught staring. He noticed a dog out of the corner of his eye and looked at it warily, remembering past issues he'd had with dogs before. He let out a sigh before turning back to the girl and looking down at her. "Excuse me, um, Miss. You wouldn't have happened to see a group of gentleman pass through here earlier by any chance?"

iDontGiveAFox · Dec 20th 2018

"Yeah, I get that a lot," he told her, letting out a slight chuckle. He had been blessed with height and many people did good job at reminding him that he was tall. AJ found it funny when he could tower over adults and it always served well for intimidating people. It made his life a lot easier too back when he played basketball at school. He had been good, and the fact that he had hit his growth spurt before everyone else gave him even more of an advantage. He got kicked off the team eventually, due to bad grades and bad behavior. AJ sometimes liked to wonder what life could've been had he kept himself straight during those times and stuck to basketball.

He let out a sigh at her response to question, giving his head a slight shake when realizing the stupidity to his question. "Yeah, I probably should've been more specfic." He rummaged in his pocket and pulled his phone out once again. He check to see if anyone had replied, which they hadn't, and attempted to call one of them. He let out a frustrated sigh and shoved his phone back into his pocket. At this point, AJ was ready to call it a day and leave, until he turns back to look at the girl.

Again he found himself drawn to her and felt a strong urge to say something to her. AJ wasn't the greatest with girls, though, and never really knew what to they in these situations. He'd only had one girlfriend in his life, back in high school. He looked at her and gave a small smile as he spoke. "You know, that was really cute, the way you blushed after calling me tall." The act was so innocent and AJ felt himself drawn towards her.

"Is it alright if I sit here Miss, while I wait and see if the people I'm waiting for show up." He began to sit down, not waiting for her response to his request. She didn't seem like the person to say no, regardless of who it was asking. He turned to her and tried making conversation. At this point he had given up on finding his people, he just wanted a reason to talk to her. "So Miss, is there any chance I could get your name, that way I don't have to keep calling you Miss?"

iDontGiveAFox · Dec 20th 2018

AJ smiled, his voice deep and warm as he spoke. "Pleasure to meet you Suki. My name's Anthony, but I just go by AJ." He extended his hand out to meet hers and watched as her hand almost disappeared in his grasp. He chuckled at the sight, it was like a bear shaking hands with a rabbit. He couldn't help but marvel, however, at her soft and gentle touch. AJ held the handshake a couple seconds too long and let out a slight cough before awkwardly letting her hand go.

"I do, uh, work all around the city," He continued, hesitating for the briefest of moments at the mention of work. He lied about what he did so much to the point that it had become almost second nature to him. He changed up what work he "did" everywork or so. Last week he was a DJ. Today? "Financial work, specifically." It wasn't necessarily a lie. A lot of what AJ did involved money and he had to keep track of how much they had and how much they were projected to make.

His gang wasn't just a group young gangbangers looking for some quick cash. They were more like a modern day mafia, dealing in a lot of illegal business. Gun running, extortion work, gambling rings, muscle work, selling alcohol illegally. They even dabbled around with selling drugs occasionally, though they tried to steer as clear from that kind of stuff as much as possible. It was clean work, for the most part. Every now and then things get a little messy and people get hurt. Between fights and shootouts, things can get brutal. AJ's only had to kill a few people in his time with the gang, but each life he takes is one that haunts him at night. The gang work can be rough.

"What about you, what brings you to the city?" He inquired. "Something tells me you haven't lived here very long." She had a very shy and distant vibe to her, seemed like a fish out of water almost. Yet still so small and innocent. Like a butterfly that could be hurt by the world at any second. Something about her intrigued him, and he felt a growing want to get to know her, to learn who she was. As he talked to her he felt his gaze get drawn into and lost in her beautiful eyes.

iDontGiveAFox · Dec 28th 2018

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iDontGiveAFox · Jan 1st 2019

Track! I'll have my character up as soon as possible.

iDontGiveAFox · Jan 1st 2019

I hope you don't mind me using the form from the Lake View Retreat thread. I don't really know how to make fancy stuff like that and it's just an all around good form.

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Jack Lovecraft ^{"We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity."}

❝ GENERAL ❞ name → Jack Lovecraft

^{—— nicknames: Occasionally goes by Jackie, or even just his last name, Lovecraft}

gender → Male

^{—— pronouns: he, him, his}

age → 21

^{—— birthday: February 12th}

position → Second Mate to the Captain

❝ PHYSICALITY ❞ current appearance: Jack takes on a fairly typical appearance for a pirate, looking quite rough and slightly unkempt. He has a fairly athletic build, most of his muscle found on his upper body, specifically his chest, back, and arms. His skin is rough and calloused, the color of it sun kissed with little hints of darkness all around, due to the lack of cleanliness on the ship. He stands at a little over 6'0 and weighs in at around 175 pounds. On his defined face lay a bed of curly, brown hair and matching facial hair along his jawline. His eyes are a light, but warm shade of brown.

^{—— pics|| faceclaim: Richard Madden}

❝ PERSONALITY & QUIRKS ❞ personality: At first glance, Jack can be very hard to read. When first meeting him it is easy to take on the impression that he is very cold and arrogant. Not entirely untrue, Jack can tend to be this way with new people, or others that he dislikes. He also tends to act this way with crewmates, but only because he knows they can take and that they wouldn't take him serious otherwise.

Crewmates will testify that Jack is a good and fun guy, however. Once you get past the rough exterior, he's awesome to be around. He's loyal, protective, and down for some good old fashioned fun. Once friends with him he can be your best mate, he'll have your back when times are rough, and at the end of the day he'll even be your drinking buddy.

disorders: Some people may call him insane for the life he lives, but Jack would wager that they were the insane ones for getting out and living a little.

❝ RELATIONSHIPS ❞ mother: Abigail Williams, status unknown

father: Edward Lovecraft, presumed deceased

siblings: Howard Lovecraft, status unknown

children: none

^{—— history: Jack and his brother actually had a very good upbringing. His father was an English businessman and his mother came from a wealthy Irish family. Safe to say he and his family had plenty of money to support themselves. They were treated to fine educations growing up. Jack did fairly well in his classes and everything pointed to him becoming a very wealthy businessman like his father.}

^{Jack's biggest interest growing up, however, was the ocean, and the idea of sailing and exploring the Sea. The idea was frowned upon in his family, though. His brother feared the ocean greatly, and his parents thought that those ideas were those of ruffians and commoners. They gave in one year, in an attempt to satiate his want to sail the ocean. His father was to meet a client down in the Caribbean island of Havana, and he allowed Jack to accompany him. It would be a long journey and Jack was beyond excited.}

^{On the journey down, however, the weather took a terrible turn and things got rough. The water got choppy, it had began to storm heavily, and the waves had become massive. One particular rouge wave had hit the ship so hard that it managed to flip the ship. The ship was quite small, just a middle class Schooner that didn't offer much in the way of comfort or protective measures. As a result, the only thing Jack had to keep him afloat was a piece of wood from the ship. The last he saw of his father was him being tossed off the other side of the ship. The waves carried Jack away before he could catch another glimpse of his father.}

^{When he woke up, his first thoughts were that he was dead. He quickly came to his senses and realized he was laying on the deck of a ship, surround by a bunch of older, rougher looking men. The biggest and scariest of them approached Jack, who was speechless at the time, and told him that he was on their ship, the Scarlett Rose. He introduced himself as Captain Edward Thatch, known better to most as Blackbeard. He wasted no time explaining to Jack that they were pirates and that they saved his life, that he owed them.}

^{Thatch wasted no time putting the then 11 year old to work around the ship, cleaning and heavy lifting, and any other work he deemed necessary. Jack was treated the same as all the other crew members, constantly being yelled at and roughed up from time to time. Jack began to harden over time, the fire and ferocity inside of him growing. He began to bark back and fight back. As he grew tougher and older, Jack began to move up the ladder. He was trained by Thatch himself. He learned how to wield swords and how to fight, he learned how to shoot, and he learned to sail. Most importantly, he learned how to lead. The boy who had once been ordered around like a dog began to dish out the orders and deal with insubordinates. He'd had chances to leave the crew, to go back to his old life, to his family. He stayed though, and Thatch eventually made him his Second Mate.}

relationship status: Single

^{—— sexuality: Heterosexual}

❝ AESTHETICS ❞ smells like: The ocean with a slight hint of whiskey.

skin texture: Rough and calloused from years of hard work.

❝ INTERACTION ❞ will start fights

might end fights

will not run away from fights

might flirt first

might return flirty advances

❝ OTHER ❞ extra information:

- His best skills as a pirate are his sword work and sailing.

- Has an accent that is a mix of English and Irish.

- His eyebrows are almost always furrowed, typically giving the impression he his angry even if he isn't.

iDontGiveAFox · Jan 1st 2019

Jack stood at the helm of the Scarlett Rose, currently in charge of sailing the magnificent ship towards their destination. It was a fine day to he sailing, with only the slightest hints of a storm in the air. The wind was nice and crisp and flowed through his hair, and the taste of salt was fresh on the lips. The sounds of the ocean and the noise of the ship lulled him into a feeling of contentment. The helm of the ship was his favorite place to be.

He and his crew had taken on a contract from a couple of bounty hunters. According to them there was a group of outlaws stirring up trouble in the area, and the word was that they were currently situated on an island a little East of the coast of Nassau. Jack and his crew didn't typically do this kind of work, but Captain Thatch felt it'd be easy enough to kill and rob the gang and make double the money.

As he thought of the situation he heard a shout coming from the crow's nest, "Land ahead! Just on the horizon, a little ways North!" As Jack gave the wheel a little turn to adjust the ship, he saw Captain coming out from the brig. He took a look through the looking glass and nodded his head at Jack, signaling him to give out the attack orders. "Alright, lads, prepare yourselves! As we come in I want men on the grape shots hitting them with some initial firepower! After we drop the anchor, we're gonna hit the beach. It's a small encampment they have so I want us to form a circle around them, give them no breathing room!"

As he finished giving out his orders they began to near the island. "Raise the sails!" He barked, followed by the signal to fire on the camp. He watched the cannons hit around the camp, and he couldn't help but smirk at the outlaws' surprise. "Alright lads, drop the anchor and let's get down there!" With that Jack followed his men and his captain onto the beach, jumping from the ship and landing onto the sand with a roll. He stood and emptied his pistols into the nearest bandits before holstering them and pulling out his cutlasses. "Time to get to work," Jack muttered to himself before charging into the chaos.

iDontGiveAFox · Jan 1st 2019

Jack heard screaming and yelling all around him as he fought. The man standing in front of him seconds before now lay on the ground dead. Jack quickly wiped a small bead of sweat from his forehead and let out a loud breath before turning to find someone else. He spotted two men standing next to a tent, orders being shouted at them by a third man.

Jack began running towards the group, reloading his pistols as he made his way over. "Watch the prisoners!" Shouted one of the men, who was regarded as Captain by the other men. As the one began to make his way around to the other side of the tent, Jack aimed and shot him in his lower back, and he watched as he fell the the ground with a scream. He aimed his other pistol at the other man, shooting him in the chest. Both of his pistols emptied, Jack turned his attention to the captain as he pulled out his cutlasses.

He and the captain had a little face off, slowly circling each other, daring the other to make the first move. Jack analyzed the captain, sized him up. His stance was very poor and Jack made the judgement that he wasn't a very skilled swordsman. He smirked at the captain, attempting to get in his head. He then feinted a strike, at which the captain immediately reacted to, positioning his sword in a defensive posture. Jack took the opportunity to knock the sword out of his hand with one of his cutlasses, and quickly slash his throat with the other. He stared in contempt as the captain fell to the ground dead. "Pitiful."

With the captain dead, Jack turned around and surveyed the aftermath of the fight. Bodies lay strewn across the beach and his men had began to tie up any surrendering bandits. It had been an easy battle, and Jack couldn't help but laugh at how easy of a payout it would be. He heard a small moan, and turned to see the man whom he had shot in the back attempting to crawl away. Jack walked over to him and finished him off with a quick stab to the back. As he stood over the body, he heard a series of noises coming from his right. Assuming it to be a straggler that he had somehow missed, Jack quickly turned and placed the tip of his cutlass at the nape of his neck.

Except he was a she. He found himself staring a woman, a large number of them actually. He watched as the rest hurried and ran away, scattering all over the island. He returned his gaze to the one at the end of his sword and stared at her. She was bruised and beaten, and what seemed like high quality clothing was torn and ripped into dirty rags. Most noticeably, though, she looked very scared, the look on her face that of someone that has gone through Hell and back. Ge furrowed his brows in curiosity before addressing her. "Who are you? What are you doing on this island with these people?" As he interrogated her, he could see Captain Thatch approaching out of the corner of his eye.

iDontGiveAFox · Jan 2nd 2019

Jack narrowed his eyes at her, mulling over her words. She must've been taken by those men, along with all those other women. It would explain the beaten look and the binds restricting her hands behind her back. Jack found himself drawn to her eyes, brown, beautiful, gentle. But deeper within her he could see a fire, a determination to survive, to see the next day. Jack hesitated, thinking back to all those years ago when he was in her same spot. Scared, tired, confused, in the face of danger. The same will to survive.

Jack gave his head a small shake, focusing his attention back on, aware of the many eyes watching him, waiting for his next move. He waited a second longer before raising his cutlass and bring it down in one swift motion, severing the binds restricting her hands. He sheathed his sword and turned to face his crew mates, the captain at the head of the group. He turned his head to look back at, and gave a slight jerk of his head. "Get outta here."

Before he could begin making his way towards the ship, however, Captain Thatch walked forward, placing a hand on Jack's arm and stopping him. "Nonsense Jackie!" He stepped over to where the woman and offered her his hand, attempting to be a gentleman-like as possible. "The fine lady has gone through Hell, we can't just let her out her. She needs some food, some water, and some rest."

Jack made to protest, but held his tongue as he was given a stern, yet wistful, look by Thatch. "I do recall a little boy in a similar situation a little while back whom we didn't leave to die." Jack knew he was right, and for that reason he stayed quiet, bowing his head in silence and letting out a small sigh. Thatch returned his attention to her, waiting for her to take his hand, giving her a toothy grin as he spoke. "I promise miss, we may he pirates but we aren't animals. What might your name be?"

iDontGiveAFox · Jan 3rd 2019

//A little bit. How could you tell//

Jack returned her gaze and gave her a curt nod, his brows furrowed with frustration. He looked out across the ocean and realized to the sun had began to retreat behind the horizon, a beautiful, orange tinted reflecting off the water. The temperature had dropped, the wind was picking up, and dark clouds had began to roll in. He felt small raindrops make contact with his face, and he grunted angrily. Jack had a bit of a hatred towards storms, they always brought back bad memories.

"Alright lads, back on the ship!" Called out Thatch. "Our work here is done and it seems Neptune's becoming a little restless." With his order, the crew made their way back to the ship, climbing up along the sides every which way to get up. Jack motioned to Julianna to follow, and waited for her to pass. He chose to lag behind and bring up th bring, watching her as she walked. "Jackie, I trust you'll take care of our guest and treat her with respect?" Jack looked up to see Thatch giving him a look, and he nodded reluctantly, not wishing to he scolded like a child.

As they came to the ladder at the base of the ship, Jack came to a stop, prepared to offer her any help getting up if she needed. "When we get up there just head down into the brig." He regarded her a monotone voice and his face offered little emotion. "Down there you can get cleaned up, changed, get some food, or whatever else you need." Jack wasn't to sure what Thatch was intending with her, but he had a small inkling of what he was planning. And, truth be told, Jack really didn't like where he thought things to be going.

iDontGiveAFox · Jan 4th 2019

//Yeah, Black Flag was my favorite, and I just use it for locations and general pirate knowledge. Thatch was actually a last second decision, though, and wasn't influenced by AC//

Jack couldn't help but smirk while watching her attempt to scale the ship, letting out an audible chuckle. As burdensome as she was proving to be, he saw a lot of himself in her, the same timidness. He could remember the first time he took to the helm, hands shaky, sweating profusely. He had almost crashed the ship into an island that day. Nowadays he could probably sail blindfolded.

Jack rested his hands on his hips and stared out across the ocean, in no rush and content with waiting for her slow ascent. The moon had just barely begun to peak over the horizon, the light reflecting and illuminating the surrounding area. Thunder rumbled in the distance and the rain had began falling at a more rapid rate. Jack grimaced, and he found himself back on the ship with his father on that stormy night. When he had first started sailing, one of the first things Jack had learned was how to sail through storms. In a way, it had been his way of getting past the memories.

The wind had really begun to pick up and the thunder rumbled closer. He shivered a little and realized his hair had become wet from the rain and was falling into his face. He looked over to see Julianna still struggling to climb. With the storm just about on them, Jack knew they couldn't wait much longer. He walked up underneath her and began climbing up beside her.

"Just relax and trust me, we need to hurry this up a bit." With those words of warn he began to position his up up and around her waist. He lifted her slightly and shifted her weight onto his shoulder. He had her resting in the crook of his arm in bridal style fashion, using one arm opposed to the traditional two. He let out a slight grunt of exertion as he began to scale the side of a ship, taking his time and making sure he had strong footholds before moving his up a rung. "You'll get use to the instability of the ladder quickly. It's the waves rocking the boat that make it seem scarier than it is." His voice was measured and he found himself punctuating each sentence with a grunt, followed by a deep sigh. He stopped at the top of the side of the ship and waiting for her to climb off and over the railing.

iDontGiveAFox · Apr 4th 2019

Hello! I'm quite intrigued with this plot and would love to join. Do you want me to make a little character form?

iDontGiveAFox · Apr 4th 2019

To what extent of information on my character would like me to post? I was going to base my form off of yours but I can't view it entirely for some reason.

iDontGiveAFox · Apr 5th 2019

Anthony Jonah Bradford

General:

Name - Anthony Jonah Bradford

Nicknames - AJ

Gender - Male

Pronouns - He, Him, His

Sexuality - Heterosexual

Age - 22

Birthday - February 17th

Appearance:

Height - 6'1

Weight - 195

Scars - AJ has smaller scars scattered around his body that he's picked up over the years. Some are the result of the physical labor he performs, others were gained from various fights. His biggest scar is one about five inches long across the right of his chest caused when a knife was pulled in a street fight.

Modifications - AJ's ears are pierced with simple studs. Are far as tattoos, he only has a small handful. Along his back he has the initials of all of his immediate family and his grandparents. Underneath any deceased family he also has the their birthdate and death date.

Personality:

Positive Traits - Loyal, humorous, athletic, chill, easy-to-talk-to

Neutral Traits - Honest, talkative, observant, flirty

Negative Traits - Fickle, stubborn, impulsive, impatient

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