RPGTwigs
She stands 5'5", skinny as a twig, which is how she received her nickname. Tri-blue eyes, long sandy blonde hair. Wears a white shirt and a pair of brown pants. She carries two daggers, one at each hip.
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by muketsu_bara
Last seen at: Gambit's Bar
Groups
Description
She stands 5'5", skinny as a twig. Tri-blue eyes, long sandy blonde hair. Wears a white shirt and a pair of brown pants. She carries two daggers, one at each hip.
Personality
She's a wild one, always jumping into the heat of battle without a care in the world. She's also very friendly and caring.
Equipment
Two daggers and a pistol.
History
Lillian "Twigs" Smith was born in a small village. Her father was a pirate and her mother a sewing maiden for the local landowner. Growing up by the sea, she always dreamed of sailing and pirating. Her father took her aboard his ship and taught her the ways of pirates. Then one fateful day, her father's ship was attacked and the crew slaughtered. Lillian was captured and imprisoned on the ship. She will not tell anyone how she escaped that ship or explain what happened or how she recieved the scar on her right cheek. She recieved her nickname of Twigs for how skinny she was. She is easily provoked in a fight, but she is mostly docile.
Twigs, having joined the crew somewhere along the journey, stayed quiet most of the time and helped out as much as possible. Aboard the ship, she met Caesar and fell for him. After taking their separate ways, she went and travelled the land, but easily got bored with it. She longed and lived for the sea and waited in the ports for the familiar crew of friends.
Twigs's Story
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I dunno. Its been forever since I've sparred with anyone
Hmmm... well Twigs is a money, adventure-loving pirate...
Other way round would prolly work better, honestly.
Twigs is trouble to society for being a pirate.
Yeah
Bar like area?
Twigs slowly pushes open the door, taking a deep breath before stepping inside. She knew that she shouldn't go in, but eh, a pirate's trouble is everywhere these days. She pulls the tri-fold hat from her head and tosses it down on an empty table, whistling for a mug of ale to be brought her.
Twigs flips her blonde hair over her shoulder, glancing about her. She could hear a voice speaking somewhere nearby, but she hardly paid it any attention. The bag of money at her side tinkled as she propped her feet up on a table. "Tis a place I always return to."
((Sorry I'm drifting in and out of sleep... ))
Twigs steps through the door, if there is one, and glances around. Her blue eyes surveying the room with a dull interest. Sighing, she moves to an empty place to prop her booted feet up.
Twigs runs her fingers through her long sandy blonde hair, her other hand pulling out her flint lock pistol from its place on her side. Setting the pistol on the table, she spins it on the table a bit as she relaxes.
Twigs flags down the bartender or waitress and orders, "A rum if'n ye don' min' it, a pint." When the person left, her blue eyes darted about the room again, studying each person, taking in their weaponry, if they carried them or not.
Twigs brushes her bangs out of her gently tanned skin, sighing softly as she sits back, propping her feet up on the table before her, pulling her pistol into her lap as she moved her hat over her eyes as she waited patiently for her pint of rum.
Twigs taps her hat up off her face as the familiar thunk of a pint of rum lands on her table and she tips the person serving her with a silver coin. Picking up the mug, she takes a drink, settling back in her chair, listening and watching the room.
Twigs set the mug of rum down and lowered her feet from the table as she holstered the pistol at her side once more. Pulling her rapier from its makeshift scabbard, she set it on the table and started cleaning it.
Twigs runs a well worn stone along the blade of her silver and gold rapier, sharpening it. Her eyes on the shining surface of the surface, using the reflective surface to watch the door behind her.
Twigs stifles a soft yawn, sheathing the rapier at her side. Finishing off the pint of rum, she left the glass and went out the door, walking down to the docks to disappear.
Twigs pushed open the door and stepped inside. She moved out of the doorway and let her icy blue eyes dart across the room. Her long sandy blonde hair weighed down by the salty sea spray that had collected there over the months at sea. Her clothing was worn and torn, but in somewhat decent shape. She carried an officer's long sword at her hip and it bounced with each booted step she took toward an empty barstool.
Twigs arched an eyebrow at Revin and then realized that she had taken an officer's sword on the ship's last cruise. She inclined her head and signaled for the barkeep. "Oye, 'keep, methinks I'd like me a pint o'whiskey," she said and leaned against the counter. Her skin was dirty and tanned, a few scars here and there.
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