Post by Christine Bouvier on Jul 13, 2006 16:13:04 GMT -5
Name: Christine Marguerite Bouvier
Age: 25
Parents: Her parents are the King and Queen of France, Charles and Bernadette Bouvier.
Pirate or No Pirate (we can't all be pirates): Pirate.
History: Christine was born in the palace in France to Charles and Bernadette Bouvier. During her childhood, she was often spoiled and overprotected. She wanted to find out what it was like to be truly free and she had her chance when she was kidnapped. The kidnapper, whose name she learned was Alexander, was a pirate and he took her out to sea. Once she had her first taste of freedom, she wanted more. She often visited pirate ports and sailed with different crews and on different ships. Even though she was a woman, the pirates thought that she was good luck and they kept her on board. Not to mention that they liked how *friendly* she was towards them. One night when she was visiting Tortuga, she saw people lining up behind a table. She, being the naturally curious person that she is, lined up as well to see what was going on. Once she reached the front, she realized that they were accepting more crew members, and she decided that it was time to hang out with different pirates and go different places. That ship ended up being the ship that contained the people that were trying to get back the heart of Davey Jones' and rescue Captain Jack Sparrow.
Appearance (a picture will do):
Example RP (one or two paragraphs): Christine entered the pub and allowed her caramel-colored eyes to scan her surroundings furtively. Her amber orbs landed on a male pirate that was staring at her and she waved at him. She didnt mind if people stared at her, for they usually did. But all she was allowing them do was look. If one of them laid a single finger on her, their testicles would be met with the tip of her sword. She ran her fingers through her wavy brown hair before walking up to the bar and ordering a bottle of Rum. If there was one thing that she loved most about this morbid place was the Rum. Once she received her order, she laid a few coins on the counter before popping off the cap of her bottle, placing it to her pale pink lips, and taking a medium-sized sip of it. She allowed a soft sigh to escape through her lips before she scanned the small room again for a place to sit. She smiled weakly when she saw an empty table and she made her way over to it. She sat down, placed her drink in front of her, and surveyed the pub with her brown orbs once again.
Age: 25
Parents: Her parents are the King and Queen of France, Charles and Bernadette Bouvier.
Pirate or No Pirate (we can't all be pirates): Pirate.
History: Christine was born in the palace in France to Charles and Bernadette Bouvier. During her childhood, she was often spoiled and overprotected. She wanted to find out what it was like to be truly free and she had her chance when she was kidnapped. The kidnapper, whose name she learned was Alexander, was a pirate and he took her out to sea. Once she had her first taste of freedom, she wanted more. She often visited pirate ports and sailed with different crews and on different ships. Even though she was a woman, the pirates thought that she was good luck and they kept her on board. Not to mention that they liked how *friendly* she was towards them. One night when she was visiting Tortuga, she saw people lining up behind a table. She, being the naturally curious person that she is, lined up as well to see what was going on. Once she reached the front, she realized that they were accepting more crew members, and she decided that it was time to hang out with different pirates and go different places. That ship ended up being the ship that contained the people that were trying to get back the heart of Davey Jones' and rescue Captain Jack Sparrow.
Appearance (a picture will do):
Example RP (one or two paragraphs): Christine entered the pub and allowed her caramel-colored eyes to scan her surroundings furtively. Her amber orbs landed on a male pirate that was staring at her and she waved at him. She didnt mind if people stared at her, for they usually did. But all she was allowing them do was look. If one of them laid a single finger on her, their testicles would be met with the tip of her sword. She ran her fingers through her wavy brown hair before walking up to the bar and ordering a bottle of Rum. If there was one thing that she loved most about this morbid place was the Rum. Once she received her order, she laid a few coins on the counter before popping off the cap of her bottle, placing it to her pale pink lips, and taking a medium-sized sip of it. She allowed a soft sigh to escape through her lips before she scanned the small room again for a place to sit. She smiled weakly when she saw an empty table and she made her way over to it. She sat down, placed her drink in front of her, and surveyed the pub with her brown orbs once again.
