Feather Rochelle

[Feather Rochelle]

Feather Rochelle


WE PILLAGE, WE PLUNDER, WE RIFLE, AND LOOT

BIRTH NAME: Feather Rochelle
NICKNAMES: Feather
GENDER: Female
AGE: Twenty
BIRTH DATE: February 10
BIRTH PLACE: Ireland
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
MARITAL STATUS: Single//Widowed

WE KIDNAP AND RAVAGE AND DON'T GIVE A HOOT

LIKES/DISLIKES: Likes would be hot weather, rain, the sound of crickets chirping, swimming, and being treated as an equal. Dislikes would be pirates, living with the fact she will never see her husband again, being reminded of the life that she left behind, her family, and the fact that she's coming to realize her goal is impossible.

STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Her weaknesses would be that she is easily manipulated, gullible, and tends to do stupid things to see even a flicker of her dead husband. Her strengths would be that she's a survivor, she's quick on her feet, and she doesn't let anything stop her from reaching her goal.

SKILLS: Having had some measure of schooling, she has a fair amount of medical knowledge.

GENERAL PERSONALITY: She was nothing less than a spitfire kind of girl. All her life she knew exactly what was on her mind, and knew exactly how to tell people to shove it where the sun don’t shine. Always an outspoken person, it was a shocker that her parents never really noticed her. She was the ignored child; so cliché yet even more annoying considering her abrupt personality. She always has an opinion, about everything. However, she isn’t one of those belligerent people with no logic or facts to back up her arguments, she has her facts, and she loves facts. Her arguments are that of intellect, of reason…Well, mostly. But along with her outspoken behaviour, came her urge to be right. It was such a common type of behaviour, but needless to say, the woman enjoyed the feeling of being right, who doesn’t? There was no one she knew that liked being wrong; no one at all. She was right. Ha. Of course with this little yearning she could come off as a little arrogant, but believe me, she isn’t an arrogant being. On the contrary, she is quite humble. She is always modest and with an impeccable vocabulary. Never the one to boast, she rather celebrates mildly, only ever really revealing her accomplishments if need be.

However, she was certainly no saint. Bitter, venomous, quick temper going alongside her head strong behaviour, she can be a very toxic person to be around. Bitter in a realist sense, she can almost come off as a cynic, but not quite. She has faith in the world, despite the fact that the quantity was very little. Faith that things would eventually become right, the pieces would fit into place. Her faith in God is also tested by her seemingly realist sense, but yet she still believes still has faith in a higher being. It was something that keeps her hope when everything seemed to fall apart in front of her. But she isn’t one of those immensely religious people, who would sacrifice their children, forbid them from going to the doctor, giving them the BS that ‘praying was the answer.’ No, her faith didn’t blind her, it was something that gave her hope, something she cherishes, and not something that ran her life completely. But her faith, well, not a lot of people know that she is Christian and attends church on a regular basis, her religious views weren’t something she glorified.

Alongside her faith and her outspoken nature, she is a very hot headed individual, quick to jump onto a raging bull. She has a vast amount of anger, just pooled up inside her, easily provoked and easy to explode. She never keeps her anger to herself, and when she does, it is a more catastrophic event, devastating to an astronomic affect. Mount Vesuvius had nothing on her. However, due to the fact that she is an angry person by nature, when she is truly upset, she tends to become quiet, distant, and nearly aloof until whatever has upset her is resolved. But this is a rare occurrence, something that hardly ever happens, not a lot of things faze the woman, but sometimes, the rare old thing gets by her barrier, throwing her off guard. But in normal situations, her stubborn nature gets the best of her, which aids in the previously mentioned ‘urge to always be right’ syndrome. It was something that coincided with that, she knew what she wants, for the most part, and with that she isn’t hesitant to do damn near anything at all to attain it; a quality that was both a blessing and a curse.

Lastly, within her very unconventional characteristics, she is, way down in the depths of her heart, kind and very loyal to those whom she cares for. Of course, her kindness is often subtle and far overlooked, but she does possess it. She is loyal to the few people she cares for, a handful of people she sees loyalty for. She is more of a subtle sentiment kind of girl, often opting for smaller gestures rather than grand ones.

WE KINDLE AND CHAR, INFLAME AND IGNITE

GENERAL APPEARANCE: What, exactly, is so damn interesting about something that sits atop everyone's head? She didn't understand it. If there is one thing she will never be, it will be one of those airheads making everything about her hair. Who cares if it gets wet? It's always been the same with her; long, brunette, boring. She hasn't changed it. What's the point? It is healthy enough to style, easy enough to look decent during her off-days. Exciting. She is most definitely not the type for her hair to be the most interesting feature of her appearance.

Everyone has eyes, too. You look out of them. Why in the hell would anyone spend half an hour putting colors around them to make them stand out? It's not like anything else on your face will advert the attention from the eyes. Not that she doesn't think her's are prettier than most. Soon after her birth, her darling blues shuffled forward into the pale, expressive hazel that they are today. If there was the one interesting thing of her appearance, it would be her eyes. Just like everyone else, right? Right. People like their glassy, almost crystal-like surface. Everyone else just likes looking at them. What is she thinking? People, your eyes aren't going to tell you.

Tiny, small, petite...calling her fairy-like is crossing the line. It doesn't take a genius to guess that she is light of build. Her entire life, in fact, she has been the vertically challenged one. She was growing just fine until about her mid-teens, when she simply stopped. Of course, everyone else in her family was towering with long, lean bodies. Not her. All her life, she had never been the emaciated waste of a human being. And she likes it that way, thank-you. With a healthy hip-to-waist ratio and a fat percentage hovering quite a bit above negative fifty and her physique is nothing to talk about. She is a smaller version of an average-sized twenty year-old female. She's proportioned, with curves in all the right places - everything is just smaller on her.


DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: One piercing per lobe.

WE'RE RASCALS SCOUNDRELS VILLAINS AND KNAVES

FAMILY: Her mother is Abigail Laurel, and her father is David Rochelle. She has an older brother who goes by Travis Rochelle.
HISTORY: Born away in a manger in a dirty barn, she was the gift to all of humankind. She was..she was.......a mere girl, no more special than you or I. What? Did you expect me to make her into a saint-like hero? No, dream on. I can tell you that she was an interesting sort. She was born with a goofy grin and her eyes wide open but then again, who wouldn't celebrate escaping such a cramped space?

Mere months after her birth, her father went off the deep end. Yelling soon ensued along with flailing limbs and pleas for mercy. Ah yes, her father was the drunken sort with a chip on his shoulder the size of Egypt. When the booze flowed through his veins, he became a monster. The type of monster that could contend with the devil himself. Many people murmured amongst themselves about the ill-mannered fellow, although none would come forward with what they actually felt. Of course, if it weren't for their children, the girl's mother would have left the deteriorating man to rot in the dust.

After a few years of peace, the family began to drift apart when she stated growing into a young woman. The young girl made friends and laughed it up After a few weeks of the same pattern, her "defect" was discovered. She'd much rather be around others than her own family. She didn't mind, considering her family weighed her down. More often times than not, she came to find, they could never shut up. If it weren't for her usual nature, she would have knocked out anybody that dared wander too close.

Around the age of fourteen, she began to endure strange things. At first, she began to perceive the "visions" as as repetitive dreams that held no meaning whatsoever..unless it was merely to creep her out and if so, it damned sure worked. It took her three years tor realize differently when flickering, grainy memories trickled through the slowly-maturing spaces of her demented mind. She tried to confide in her parents, but they threatened to lock her away if she ever spoke of it again, so she kept her mouth shut. It took her another year or so to panic, declare freedom from her parental units, and move away. Using what funding she had, she traveled a while. Finally she chose to settle down in England.

There, she met the one man that swept her off her feet. After a year in wedded bliss, he was enlisted to help thin down the number of pirates. When she got the news, she waited until the messenger was gone before she had a mental breakdown. After her pity-party had ended, she took back her maiden name and decided to get her revenge for her husband's death. Then again, she wasn't exactly the type of woman to think things through. When things finally settled down, she made her plans. She was to go and gain the trust of a crew by her own means then she would let the chips fall where they may.

WE'RE DEVILS AND BLACK SHEEP, REALLY BAD EGGS

THEME SONG: Shinedown - The Crow & the Butterfly
ANYTHING ELSE?: ---

WE'RE BEGGARS AND BLIGHTERS

YOUR NAME/ALIAS: Brenda
AGE: Seventeen
WAYS TO CONTACT YOU: -Points to MP-
TIME ZONE: EST
READ THE RULES?: Yep - pizza tacos!
RP SAMPLE: She had needed to escape the cramped space of her apartment. Alas, it wasn't much, but it was the place she called home when all else failed. After pulling on her yoga pants, sliding on a shirt, and sliding her arms through her jacket, she grabbed her phone and her keys before exiting the apartment and locking it behind her. Within only moments, her tall but slender figure was jogging through the darkened streets of Shreveport. She focused on the sound her shoes made as they hit the paved sidewalk and of course, where she was going. She was wary but not to the point of jumping every time a shadow moved. Surprisingly, she was hardly concerned about what lay waiting in the shadows, but she was concerned about something else.

Why be concerned with what goes bump in the night when you have things like bills, the possibility of an ugly past catching up with you, and a loan shark or two to worry about? Desperate times, in her mind, called for desperate measures. Suicide by hitman. The thought alone made a nervous giggle bubble in the depths of her throat. This wasn't to say that she was the one with the hitman problem. It was a mere passing thought, but she still entertained said thought. Run, baby, run!

The lone thought flickered through her mind like a dying flame. Despite her inner turmoils that, in actuality, had no purpose in even picking at the tattered remnants of her tired brain, she was quite the looker. Long, dark, curly hair that was the color of a raven's wings, twin pools of hazel, and long, shapely legs. The outfit she wore, despite it being her running outfit, only accented her slender yet curvy figure. Even so, beneath the beauty of the damsel, lay a sleeping beast. Fiery yet uncertain, outspoken yet frightened, intelligent yet lacking in self-confidence, and opinionated yet haunted. She was a walking contradiction that could just as easily be unraveled.

Closing her eyes and managing to keep stride, she silently prayed for a miracle that would never come. A distraction would probably even help her by this point. With her eyes finally open and her heart racing, she took a detour into the neighboring woods. She wanted nothing more than to curl up on the pine needles and breathe in the aromatic scent of pine. It reminded her of many things that she couldn't quite put her finger on any longer. A perfect chapter laid to rest. Sighing quietly, she finally decided to sit down beneath the shadow of a towering, pine tree.

She began the slow process of catching her breath by drawing in one steady breath after another. "The day that this roller coaster of a life calms down will be the day I'll be burnt out beyond a doubt. Drinking age minimum? My ass.." She muttered beneath her breath as her legs stretched out in front of her. Dark hair hid the pallid features of her face from view as she began to take in one gentle breath after another. A large part of her missed Canada but deep down, she felt as if something was drawing her to the town she now lived in.

DRINK UP, ME 'EARTIES, YO HO

This application was made by serpent on the brilliant site Caution. The lyrics are from "Yo Ho (A Pirate's Life for me)" written by Xavier Atencio for the Pirates of the Caribbean attractions at Disney's parks. It was also heard in the movies. Please don't remove these credits.

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