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Jacob took a gold piece out of his pocket, and played with it in his hand. He threw it in the air, and then caught it again. He kept his hand in the air, however, and opened his palm, letting the moonlight shine off of the splendid piece of currency. Jacob tilted his head, and examined it carefully. A meal's worth... Jacob thought to himself. This is worth enough for a whole meal. And I'm playing with it.

Jacob felt a slight twinge of guilt, but then hardened his gaze. He suddenly gripped the gold tightly and shoved it back into his pocket. He worked for this money. It was rightfully his. Suddenly feeling a bit frustrated with his emotions, Jacob decided to begin to walk again. He kept trying so hard to train himself to not feel any sympathy for others. After all, he'd been betrayed so many times... there's just no room for feelings or sadness for others. He had to keep his head up, and work for himself.

As he strolled along the outskirts of the palace, he heard something. Grabbing the hilt of his cutlass, just in case, he proceeded carefully. He figured that he would not be a welcome guest, and that they would think he was planning something. After all, he was an infamous pirate, and anything he did would certainly be questioned. Especially around royalty. He'd been in heaps of royal trouble in his lifetime, but mostly with officials or spokespeople for the king or queen. He'd never actually met true royalty, but Jacob wasn't sure if he wanted to or not. There would be no telling how they would react.

Jacob rounded the corner of the garden, and took a peek. A girl? he thought to himself, a genuinely puzzled look on his face. She seemed to be singing a soft, heart-felt tune, and as Jacob continued to listen, he figured it was for her boyfriend... if she had one. Jacob was almost touched by her voice. It was astounding how silky smooth it sounded and how much life she poured into such a soft tune. He decided it would be rude to interrupt her, so he waited patiently. After a little while, Jacob got a bit restless, and he straightened his captain jacket, something he often did.

"Greetings," Jacob said, and entered the garden. His voice wasn't hostile, but rather, it was curious. "My name is Jackal. The Jackal. Either will do." he tipped his hat. Jacob puffed up his coat, as if to show off. "I take it you know who I am? I'm very sorry to interrupt your singing, but I was just quite curious. I'm a pirate, you see. If you know that already, you'll know that I'm one of the biggest in the business. The name will surely be a memory-jogger."

Jacob sat down on a chair across from the bench at a little table. He angled the chair towards her, and tapped his finger to his chin, as if he were thinking. "Something tells me you're not one of the town citizens. No, you're dressed nicer than that." He glanced at the palace, and his eyes lit up. "Do you live there?" Jacob asked, his interest piqued. He'd love to hear the story on how her family got such a nice place. Could it be that they were the mayor of the town? Surely it had to be something more than that. Jacob turned back to the girl, and got a good glimpse of her in the moonlight.

Her hair was brown, and it was curly. Jacob looked at her face, and noticed something. Are those freckles? Jacob thought to himself, and tilted his head slightly. He thought of his own freckles. He thought they were very unique, for there were not many adult people he knew that had such facial traits. Even in the moonlight, the girl seemed very pale, and her blue eyes seemed dark at night.

Realizing he hadn't done anything for a while, Jacob leaned back, and took off his captain's hat. He placed it on the small table, and ran fingers though his thick hair. "I'll only be in Solomon for three days. It's quite a town." And what he said was true. In the time that Jacob had been there, he had experienced many things. Usually, as a pirate, he spent most of his life on the sea, so it was good to be on dry land for a while. The beaches on the coast were clean and inviting, and the city was full of life, even at night. While walking down the streets, Jacob often heard people singing and chanting shanties. Did this rub off onto the girl? Or was her liveliness what energized the town?

Either way, Jacob was rather curious to learn more.
The wind was blowing harshly on Jacob's face. He closed his eyes, embracing the cooling feeling it brought against the sun's harsh rays. His crew and him could not have asked for a better day to plunder. The sun was gorgeous and there was not a single cloud in the sky. The sea birds seemed to be enjoying the weather, too, for they spent many hours in flight above the crystal blue seas.

Jacob's eyes opened as he heard the voice of his first mate, Pierre.

"Captain Jackal, sir!" Pierre called to Jacob, the captain of the ship. As he ran up the stairs and to the ship's wheel, Pierre reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a finely rolled paper. The first mate skidded to a stop beside Jacob, and unrolled the map. It was a rather old map, for the wrinkles in the paper were very prominent. There were a few circles and marks in pen, but for the most part, it was rather neat.

"Captain Jackal, look," Pierre began, pointing to the map. "We'll be passing the kingdom of Solomon. You know what that means, don't you?" Pierre looked up, his bright blue eyes shining in the sun. "... Don't you?"

Jacob remained silent for a bit, but then nodded briefly. A small smirk rose onto his face before he turned to his close friend. "Yes, I do," Jacob replied, and let go of the wheel. "It means we're going to be rich." Jacob spun on his heels and swiftly went down the steps and to the main deck of the Black Tortuga, his personal ship. Jacob rubbed his hands together, and then examined the area. All 24 of his crew seemed to be out and enjoying the weather.

"Everyone please listen!" Jacob called out, his loud, strong voice catching the attention of everyone on deck. "It's time to change course a bit. We're stopping in Solomon." At his last words, the crew seemed pleased. They had never been there, and it seemed as if Solomon was some paradise waiting to be discovered. While the paradise part probably wasn't entirely true, it would be loads better than the poverty-stricken lands that Jacob and his crewmates grew up in. They had traveled many, many miles to get to this area of the world, and it was about time they enjoyed it.

"Feel free to take a day or two to rest before we head out again... but after we unload all of our goods and get the gold in our pockets. Understood?" Jacob looked around at his crew, who all nodded aggressively. They were dying to have a party in this new kingdom, no matter what it would take. If it meant spending half a day unloading, they were fine. Pierre would take care of the selling matter and Jacob... well, Jacob would most likely inspect the town, seeing where he could take advantage of it. Every penny counted to Jacob, and he would make sure he looted the city pretty good.

Jacob walked off of the deck, and back up to the wheel. He nodded to Pierre, who continued to stand by his side as Jacob took the wheel and set course for Solomon. The water was practically perfect for sailing, and the wind blew nice and strong for the Black Tortuga's sails. Within half a day, Jacob had gotten to the city, and was ready to dock. He pulled into one of the main docking areas, and at that point, the entire crew hustled as fast as they could to unload the goods. People in the town stopped and watched as one of the largest ships on the seas docked in the town. It was truly a marvel to see. Within the commotion, Jacob felt proud. He was well-known.

Jacob walked off of his boat and onto the dock for the first time. Looking up at the sky, he noticed that it was about midday, a little bit past two o' clock. He nodded to himself. Oh yes, he'd have time. Lots of time.

Jacob looked forwards, and tipped his cap to traders and officials in the area. He would be heading to the pub first, where many traders and goods dealers hung out while also getting a good drink. Jacob wasn't in the mood for alcohol, and he definitely wasn't in the mood for a fight. Through experience and general common sense, Jacob knew there wouldn't be many drunk people there, making him feel more comfortable. There wouldn't be any fights today.

Jacob, after asking an official where the pub was, made his way there and entered the building. It was nearly empty, except for a few shady figures in the corner. One of them seemed to know who he was, for when he walked in, the man in the left corner in the farthest table gave Jacob a questioning look. Jacob noted this quickly, and sat down across from the man.

"Good afternoon... Jackal." The man spat out his nickname as if it were something poisonous. "And what're you doing in Solomon? I take it there's something you want or something you need? I thought you were heading past here, and to a distant land. Don't you have that blackmailing trader to meet?" the other man took off the black hood from his head, revealing a tanned face with sharp figures. The shady man had nearly black hair, and flawed teeth. Jacob leaned back at the sight, and then nodded. He knew who this man was.

"I see you're in Solomon too, William." Jacob said, and tipped his hat to an old friend. They hadn't spoken in years. "I'm here for trading goods. I had an unexpected plunder off the coast of a small island. Ship wasn't supposed to be sailin' there, and I took it down. Turns out it was a cargo load, and I got a hold of a lot of sugar. That'll go for an extremely high price here." Jacob explained, and leaned forwards.

William nodded, and leaned back in his chair, too. "I'm not a pirate, but you know I manage big trades from the big guys around the seas. I know what it's like here. I think you're overestimating the sale prices here." William stated, and clasped his hands together. William leaned forwards, and hushed his voice into a whisper, as if trying not to let anybody overhear what he was about to say. "You want a good deal? I'll tell you the guys to go to. They're shady 'ol fellows, but they'll get you a decent price... plus more."

William took out a pen and some paper, and scratched down some names. Jacob put it in his large coat pocket, and shook William's hand. "Nice to meet you again." Jacob said, and patted William on the back. "Safe travels."

And with that, Jacob was out of the pub, and towards the back alleys of the city, a place where he could find these guys that William was talking about. When he reached the alleys, a tall man was standing there, conversing with his friend, who was much shorter. Jacob rounded the corner, and it was very apparent that they knew who he was. After all, Jacob was wearing his full captain uniform, and the symbol on his hat showed exactly who he belonged to.

"Ah, if it isn't the Jackal!" the tall man exclaimed, and hugged Jacob, patting him harshly on the back. As he pulled back from the manly embrace, Jacob nodded slightly. "Why, I think I know why you're here. You have goods, I am guessing? Metal? Wood? Sugar? All of them? I can give you triple of what the regular markets give you... plus a little gold bonus. You know the drill, right? I give you gold, you perform a little... task for me? All I need is some pirate killed. I'm not asking much for you, someone who kills dozens in a day. Right?"

Jacob sighed at the man's ramble, and then nodded. "I kill for a reason, but yes, I understand. I have sugar for you. My crew's at the dock. We'll be here for three days. We leave on that third day in the evening, so there's time. If we finish here early, we'll be off though, so I'd like it very much if you did what you need to do right now." Jacob explained, and straightened his elegant coat.

The tall man nodded, and he and the shorter man speed-walked past Jacob and towards the dock. Jacob smirked, knowing that he just made a huge profit. It was, indeed, a good idea to come to Solomon. Both the crew and Jacob were happy. But as Jacob walked out of the alley, he wondered what to do next. Could it be that a pirate, so full of adventure and risks in his life was... bored? Smirking to himself, Jacob decided to take the day off, and enjoy the rest of the good weather.
NIGHT TIME

As the sun rolled down over the horizon of the beautiful sea, Jacob stepped off of his ship and onto the dock. He ran his fingers through his thick, brown hair and placed his hat on top. Walking down the dock, he put his hands in his pockets, relaxing for a nice evening stroll. That day had been a great one, for Jacob got to relax for once in his life. As he made his way through the city, a large palace caught his eye. Was that where the king and queen lived?

Jacob took a detour, and walked to the entrance to the palace. It was barred out, of course. They couldn't risk anybody going in. Jacob sat down on a large rock across from it, and looked at it. It was so large, so majestic. He wondered to himself if he could afford such a large estate. Probably not, Jacob figured. But the more he watched, the more determined he was to make his dream a reality. Yes, one day he would own such an estate. He would be rich enough. Smirking once more, Jacob nodded. Whomever lived in that place was lucky.

Lucky was an interesting word for Jacob. When talking about himself, he never used it, for his childhood was harsh and poor. Many days he'd go thirsty or hungry as his family struggled to make ends meet. To make it worse, the government was always going after his dad, who seemed to have a... questionable reputation in the world. The government did everything they can to make sure their life was awful, and everyone suffered from it. In that sense, Jacob did not consider any part of that tragic childhood lucky, but even when talking about his current life, he thought none of it was due to luck. It was due to hard work. Jacob worked his skin to the bone trying to get money. Various times he paid the price of his labor; both physically and emotionally.

But it paid off, didn't it? Jacob wasn't sure just yet. But maybe, just maybe, one day he'd be able to settle down and be happy. Start a family, even. Not live in constant danger every day. However, the more Jacob thought about it, the less likely that reality seemed to be. He was the most wanted man to many, many people. Even if he did retire, what would happen to him? Would his bounties be gone? Surely not until his head was on a silver platter. Only then would he be able to rest in peace.
[This is a private 1x1 Roleplay for Heaven and I.]

So, this is the thread. In case you need my CS again for reference purposes, here it is:



I don't think there's anything else we need! I'll be starting the first IC post hopefully sometime tonight, and if not, it'll be up tomorrow night. uvu
If there's still room, I'm interested.
I'd love to RP with Witches/Warlocks, Pirates (this one I've really been craving) or fairy tales! Vampires sound pretty cool too, so I'm open to pretty much anything~

I'll send you a PM!
Heather turned around at the movement of another. She flinched as the other person seemed to have raised her weapon and was about to... kill her? Heather's heart raced for a moment before she realized the woman was just scared. Anyone would be, really. Heather wondered if the other girl thought she was a zombie or just a violent person. Probably the first option, Heather figured, since most of people's worries were about the undead. Even when they weren't around, zombies were always on everyone's mind in one way or another. Whether it was finding a way to survive or thinking about one's family, zombies did rule mankind's emotions now. There would be no turning back, but maybe, just maybe, mankind could recover.

Heather dusted off some dirt from her jacket, and chuckled. "I guess I could be called crazy, judging by what I was just doing." she replied, and motioned to the plants behind her. "Just collecting samples. And yes, I believe so?" Heather tilted her head, as if trying to remember something. Her last sentence was rather uncertain. Heather shook her head, and sighed. She glanced at the University, and continued her story.

"Before the outbreak I was on the phone with my mother in France. She was the last one to talk to my sister, and my sister apparently said to come here. Not sure why, but here I am. I tried calling my sister, but she's not picking up, and I doubt she ever will." Heather explained, and put her hands on her hips. She had a habit of moving quite a lot when she spoke, gestures and all. When showing people things or talking about things she was passionate about or interested in, Heather often waved her arms and made gestures. She was told it was a 'European thing' but she shook it off, knowing full well that Americans did it, too.

Heather adjusted her backpack straps on her shoulders and then began to walk. "So, Aid Center, you say? Is that what it is? If it's a treatment place, like a little hospital, I'd like to help out. I have no injuries of my own, but I have treatments." Heather began talking again, and looked at the other girl, a big, proud smile on her face. When she talked about her work, Heather felt so very proud of herself; not because it was cool or anything, but because it worked. During times like these when the hospitals and stores have been raided out of medication, Heather knew where to find treatments in the most peculiar places. It was as if the cure was right under your nose the whole time.

Heather stopped at the doors, and then clapped her hands once, something she did when she remembered something. "Oh, that's right... where are my manors? I'm Heather." she introduced herself, and held out a hand to shake. Even if the end of the world was nigh, Heather sure didn't forget about her manors. And even though the times were grim, Heather seemed oddly peppy... but it wouldn't last long. Not in these situations. Heather knew that, too, and she tried to keep her sadness away, but it didn't always work. Thinking about her sister and her family felt like knives in her heart. She had to let them go.

Pushing the door open, Heather walked inside, and paused. "Cafeteria, right?" Heather thought out loud, and then turned to the other woman for confirmation. Even if she was right, Heather didn't know the way. With an unsure look on her face, Heather looked back forwards and swallowed. The worried feeling of meeting new people set upon her. Who knew who was in there? Heather imagined some tough biker guys with guns and a bunch of people from the country who flocked here for safety. Perhaps there would be many city folk here, too, but Heather imagined they'd rather stay in their home in the city. Sighing, Heather imagined just how poorly that worked out for them.

Not liking to stay still, Heather slowly took a few steps forwards, and then continued to walk at an excruciatingly slow pace. Her mind was caught up on the other people, not on walking. In large group situations, Heather was quiet. Not out of shyness, no, but because she was analyzing the other people. Despite her joyful appearance sometimes, Heather was logical and observant. She'd be serious if she needed to be. Heather took orders from groups quite poorly, so she knew working directly in the middle of a group would just get her defensive and fired up for nothing. She knew that, yes, she'd always be the one who stayed out of the middle of things. It was best for everyone.

Heather sighed loudly, and clutched the straps of her backpack. "Do you have family here?" Heather asked, hoping her friend wouldn't be offended. Heather also hoped it didn't brink back bad memories. The more she thought about it, the more risky Heather realized the question was. She'd have to wait and see if there were any consequences of her words, and even though it might have been bad, Heather was willing to take the risk. After all, everyone suffered. Everyone lost someone, and if they didn't... well, they were one of the most fortunate people on the planet.

Heather put a hand in her pocket and pulled out a pack of gum. She smiled a sad smile at the sight of such a simple luxury, and she popped a piece in her mouth. There were only five left after she took one. Heather then looked to the other woman, and held out the pack. "Would you care for some gum?" she said, in a hushed tone. She felt the need to be more silent in such a large, regal University.
Anima said
I thought your post was fine maestro! If you don't mind, while I amend my post before posting, my character is going to interact with yours. Hope that's okay?


Thank you very much!

And yes, that is 100% fine! Sorry for the late reply!
I posted my reply, and it's really short, sorry. For me, it's super hard to write long for only one character when you first start off. I can guarantee my next posts will be of more quality. ;u;
Heather picked up a small leaf. A pair of scissors in her hand, she was crouched a couple feet away from her convertible Mini Cooper. She never did like the car, but her parents gave it to her two years ago and she didn't exactly have enough money to buy herself a new one. Plus, as small and silly as it looked to some people, it worked and ran quite well. That's all she really needed up until now.

Flipping her hair off of her shoulders and behind her back, Heather stood up with the leaf, and raised it to the sun. Examining it carefully, she shook her head, and then threw it on the ground. "Not the one..." she muttered to herself, and turned around. She placed her hands on her hips and frowned a bit, as if trying to remember what she had to do next. That's right! Heather remembered, clapping her hands together once as the thought came back to her. The university!

Heather walked back to the car after straightening her beige sweatshirt, and sat down in the driver's seat. Her backpack filled with items was thrown onto the passenger's seat, and a large softball bat was in the back. In the trunk, two cans of gas rested in the corner, secured by two small ropes. All she had left food-wise was a sandwich, and the fear of starvation plagued her many times per day as she hadn't yet found a place where she could find food. Every place she tried was already looted.

As she turned on her car, her mind began to drift. Who would she meet there? Certainly not her sister, no. Her sister was dead- that much Heather was sure of. Her sister, Maria, was the one to cry at the death of a caterpillar. She was also very paranoid, a trait that ran in the family. Heather, being a very curious and risk-taking person, was fortunate enough not to acquire that trait. She had seen what kind of mental toll it had on her mother and her sister. Both had mental issues of their own.

Heather pictured her sister on the day the outbreak happened. She imagined Maria turned on the news, like she usually did, only to find out the world was ending. Heather knew Maria would stay in her cottage house, for she thought it was the safest place. Plus, there was a lake, and if she got in trouble there would always be the option to head out into the water. But despite all the escape options, Maria would panic, and either make a fatal mistake, costing her her life, or she would commit suicide from the pressure.

Heather shook at the thought of the latter option. That couldn't happen, could it? Heather gripped the steering wheel tighter and held back tears of anger. She wasn't angry at anybody in particular, but rather at the situation. Why? How? Questions flew through Heather's mind like vicious clouds until she reached her destination.

Heather parked behind another building, and she would have to walk a bit before she reached the front doors. She figured it might be a bit dangerous to leave her car back there, but she didn't want any possible survivors to steal it. As she rounded the corner, she saw people at the door, waiting to get inside. Tilting her head, she slowly approached and stopped way before the steps to the entrance. She debated whether or not to come close, but while she thought, something caught her eye.

She darted off to the side, and immediately crouched down on the ground. Grabbing her scissors out of her pocket, she swiftly cut a small leaf off of the ground. "Lemon Balm!" she exclaimed, and recited its treatments in her head. It helped with anxiety, insomnia, wounds, and upset stomachs. Perfect if anything were to go wrong. She opened up her bag, and took out a big binder, containing pages with pockets for various herbs. She flipped to the L page and placed her lemon balm in her binder, and then quickly put the binder back in her bag. Pleased with her harvest, she stood up, and then paused. She had yelled that last exclamation quite loudly.
I'm loving all the characters so much already. I'm so very excited!

Also, I added a picture of my character on the form. For some reason, editing posts didn't work when I originally tried, and it was only today that I was successful with uploading an image. Just in case anybody wants to check or wants to get an idea of what Heather looks like.
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