Post by Juniper on Jul 18, 2012 21:57:02 GMT -5
Name: Grace Elizabeth Montgomery
Age: 18
Social Status: Daughter of a poor fisherman
Gender: Female
Appearance: Short, dirty blonde hair, chopped off roughly at mid-neck length (she likes to keep it short since long hair just gets in the way). Slender body build, sharp, blue eyes with long lashes.
pixgirl359.deviantart.com/art/Grace-315674920
Personality: She’s tough, though she appears meek and vulnerable. Living on the streets has made a thief and a con out of her. She plays a weak, simple minded girl in order to get close to people, so she can do what she needs to do to survive, like steal. Gracie doesn’t like any physical contact, unless she’s hugging her little brother, Alfie. She speaks before she thinks, usually resulting in a rude outburst. She’s quick on her feet, with her mind, and can’t control her temper at times. Though she appears a feeble girl, she never allows herself to cry, or let anyone know her true emotions.
End of Profile.
The heat of the day was unbearable to most people, although Grace wasn’t fazed by its fire, or the smell of rotting fish and salty water. Her sharp, blue eyes scanned the docks rapidly, searching for her father or her younger brother, Alfie. Her father could usually be spotted talking among the sailors, trading fish or discussing politics. Alfie would trail behind, readily, eavesdropping on conversations or chasing his small friends from church up and down the docks.
Grace could not find her family anywhere. She frowned, and walked in other direction, away from the chaos of the shipyard. Kicking the rocks and sand lying on the shoreline, she thought about her family and how much she loved them; and how she was going to tell them she must leave. Life in the town wasn’t suiting her. She longed for something more; something that would result in gold, and bring more than a few old, smelly fish to the table at supper times. She would go off, find work and be able to buy the finest foods and clothes for her family.
Sighing, she bent down and removed her shoes. She tied the laces over her shoulder, and emerged her sore feet into the cool waters of the ocean. Walking farther and farther along the coast line, Grace took a moment to look behind her. She had strayed so far from her town that she had rounded a corner and did not recognize the place she was in. Deciding she needed a little time away from the daily hubbub of the village, Grace faced forward and continued her trek unto the unknown part of the seaside.
Soon, something incredible came into her line of sight. Sitting ashore was a large ship bearing a jolly roger along the mainmast, billowing in the afternoon wind.
“Pirates!” Grace thought. Looking around frantically, Grace realized she had nowhere to hide from the barbaric eyes of the pirates. Her heart began racing, as she racked her mind for an idea of what to do. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Opening them, she noticed there were actually no pirates in sight. Grace didn’t have the slightest idea where they were, but she did know what she must do to get the money she needed for her family. Releasing her shoes from her shoulder, the laces came off easily and she secured her hair as tightly as she could at the back of her head. Running barefoot through the scorching sand, Grace hopped on the wooden plank and scrambled up onto the deck of the ship. Landing catlike on her hands and feet, she quietly eased her way along the starboard, and scooted though the door of the captains’ cabin, beneath the quarterdeck. Creeping silently down the stairs, she listened carefully for any noises that would determine she was not alone. Nothing came to ear, so Grace opened another door and entered the cabin.
The room was decked with red curtains, and plush cushions upon the seats. A wooden table sat in the middle, and upon it were maps upon maps. To the side lay a bunk with comfortable looking blankets. Next to the bunk was a chest. Grace eagerly made her way over to the chest and pried it open, revealing many articles of clothing. She decided with glee that the captain wouldn’t miss a pair of pants. Slipping off her corset and skirt, she shredded them, balling them up tightly so she could dispose of them easily, and hoisted a pair of red pants onto her thighs. She figured her white blouse was acceptable to sport. She didn’t want to take any boots, for those would be easily missed. Taking a piece of her black skirt she had destroyed, she tied it over her hair as a kerchief. Praying she looked the part of a boy well enough, she exited the cabin and threw the bundle of shredded old clothing overboard. The wooden planks on the deck scratched her feet painfully. Grace paid no mind to the discomfort as she crouched behind a barrel and patiently awaited the pirates return.
Age: 18
Social Status: Daughter of a poor fisherman
Gender: Female
Appearance: Short, dirty blonde hair, chopped off roughly at mid-neck length (she likes to keep it short since long hair just gets in the way). Slender body build, sharp, blue eyes with long lashes.
pixgirl359.deviantart.com/art/Grace-315674920
Personality: She’s tough, though she appears meek and vulnerable. Living on the streets has made a thief and a con out of her. She plays a weak, simple minded girl in order to get close to people, so she can do what she needs to do to survive, like steal. Gracie doesn’t like any physical contact, unless she’s hugging her little brother, Alfie. She speaks before she thinks, usually resulting in a rude outburst. She’s quick on her feet, with her mind, and can’t control her temper at times. Though she appears a feeble girl, she never allows herself to cry, or let anyone know her true emotions.
End of Profile.
The heat of the day was unbearable to most people, although Grace wasn’t fazed by its fire, or the smell of rotting fish and salty water. Her sharp, blue eyes scanned the docks rapidly, searching for her father or her younger brother, Alfie. Her father could usually be spotted talking among the sailors, trading fish or discussing politics. Alfie would trail behind, readily, eavesdropping on conversations or chasing his small friends from church up and down the docks.
Grace could not find her family anywhere. She frowned, and walked in other direction, away from the chaos of the shipyard. Kicking the rocks and sand lying on the shoreline, she thought about her family and how much she loved them; and how she was going to tell them she must leave. Life in the town wasn’t suiting her. She longed for something more; something that would result in gold, and bring more than a few old, smelly fish to the table at supper times. She would go off, find work and be able to buy the finest foods and clothes for her family.
Sighing, she bent down and removed her shoes. She tied the laces over her shoulder, and emerged her sore feet into the cool waters of the ocean. Walking farther and farther along the coast line, Grace took a moment to look behind her. She had strayed so far from her town that she had rounded a corner and did not recognize the place she was in. Deciding she needed a little time away from the daily hubbub of the village, Grace faced forward and continued her trek unto the unknown part of the seaside.
Soon, something incredible came into her line of sight. Sitting ashore was a large ship bearing a jolly roger along the mainmast, billowing in the afternoon wind.
“Pirates!” Grace thought. Looking around frantically, Grace realized she had nowhere to hide from the barbaric eyes of the pirates. Her heart began racing, as she racked her mind for an idea of what to do. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Opening them, she noticed there were actually no pirates in sight. Grace didn’t have the slightest idea where they were, but she did know what she must do to get the money she needed for her family. Releasing her shoes from her shoulder, the laces came off easily and she secured her hair as tightly as she could at the back of her head. Running barefoot through the scorching sand, Grace hopped on the wooden plank and scrambled up onto the deck of the ship. Landing catlike on her hands and feet, she quietly eased her way along the starboard, and scooted though the door of the captains’ cabin, beneath the quarterdeck. Creeping silently down the stairs, she listened carefully for any noises that would determine she was not alone. Nothing came to ear, so Grace opened another door and entered the cabin.
The room was decked with red curtains, and plush cushions upon the seats. A wooden table sat in the middle, and upon it were maps upon maps. To the side lay a bunk with comfortable looking blankets. Next to the bunk was a chest. Grace eagerly made her way over to the chest and pried it open, revealing many articles of clothing. She decided with glee that the captain wouldn’t miss a pair of pants. Slipping off her corset and skirt, she shredded them, balling them up tightly so she could dispose of them easily, and hoisted a pair of red pants onto her thighs. She figured her white blouse was acceptable to sport. She didn’t want to take any boots, for those would be easily missed. Taking a piece of her black skirt she had destroyed, she tied it over her hair as a kerchief. Praying she looked the part of a boy well enough, she exited the cabin and threw the bundle of shredded old clothing overboard. The wooden planks on the deck scratched her feet painfully. Grace paid no mind to the discomfort as she crouched behind a barrel and patiently awaited the pirates return.
