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Captain Robyn Sheva, The Crimson Lady

"You are greatly overestimating how much I care..."

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a character in “Crowns, Empires, Blood and Swords”, as played by TheCrimsonLady

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{ Q U O T E }

"Clever as the Devil, and twice as Pretty"
-Holly Black


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God Help Me|Emilie Autumn

Fight Like A Girl|Emilie Autumn



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Name:Robyn Sheva
Title/or Moniker: The Crimson Lady
Gender:Female
Age:26
Species:Human
Class/Occupation:Pirate Captain
Description:Known for her beauty as well as her wrath, Robyn Sheva is a subtly curvy dark skinned woman, with long wavy dark hair, deep brown-black eyes and a dangerous smile. Towering over most women and even some men, she is six feet tall so she is often seen in loose men's clothes when relaxing with her crew but during a Raid, she is dressed in an black and crimson red long coat, sleek black boots, a black corset,tight black trousers,a blood red top and a black tri-cornered hat with red stitching. She has a chipped tooth from childhood that she hides when she talks, as well as a myriad of scars on her back from torture.

She wears an unreadable mask of infinite boredom and infinite amusement, to hid her real emotions.




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Likes:
Swordplay
Peaches
Fighting
Being Smarter then everyone else
Guns
The Open Sea
Killing
Blood
Flirting
Dislikes:
Being Touched
People looking at her funny
Men in general
Sex
Strengths:
Manipulation
Swordplay
Gun slinging
Observant
Fearlessness
Weaknesses:
Being locked in a room.
Anyone seeing her scars.

Personality:Robyn is a ruthless woman, she has been known to cut men down for simply looking at her incorrectly. She hates being viewed as merely a woman and does whatever she can to make sure the world knows it. She is known as the Crimson Lady, as rumor has it that she's killed a man and bathed in his blood. Robyn is indifferent, stubborn, socially inept, and prone to violence, with a predisposition towards anger. Basically she's a bitch, Any emotion she feels, is often replaced by anger, whether it be sadness, fear, nervousness, regret or pain, she always swaps it for anger. It’s easier for her to handle that way. However, She is not so trusting, and is cynical to a fault. It takes her a great deal of time to trust people and even then that trust is limited. She reads people like a book and can -for the most part- predict their next move. She is a skilled liar and can seduce a man with a simple bat of an eyelash. She has a smart mouth and is ill tempered, and has been known to shoot a man simply for the dislike of his face.
Deep down, there is a person in there, she just doesn't want to let it out.

Quirks and Habits:
She won't harm a child.
She has a hair trigger, if she's pissed off enough, some one is going to die.
She'll use her body as a weapon, if she'll have to sleep with someone to get them to drop their guard, she will.




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Land/Kingdom:Nassau, The Kingdom of Thieves
History:
Robyn was born an orphan as her mother died during childbirth and her father some time before that. To survive, Robyn became a thief. She wasn't a very skilled thief as a small child as she was caught and beat more times then she could count. This landed her in many fights and left her hunger for days. She'd learned her street smarts early as she could convince some people to give her food or water or clothes during the winter. There was but one man to ever show her kindness, an old smuggler, he would give her food when he could, looked after her when he was around, but it didn't last as when she was 9 years old, she stole from a slave trader and as 'payment' she was taken and sold as a slave.

Robyn was sold to a brothel owner in Nassau where she lived, cleaned and cooked. It was when she was 13, that she'd grown into her looks and was forced into becoming a whore, The Mistress taught her to dance and to seduce men out of every dime they had.

It was there she'd learned how to become a premium liar and how to read expressions. As there were plenty of times, she'd be requested at parties and had needed those skills. She'd became a skilled thief and stole from the patrons to save for her freedom.

It was when she was 15 years old, that she'd been requested as a escort for a nobleman. He was kind and gentle while she was at the brothel but immediately after they were alone, he attacked her. She wasn't a whore like most, due to the fact that no one took her maidenhood yet. He kept her prisoner, locked to the wall of his basement for years for his pleasure. This torture drove her mad.
At one point, He'd freed her chains to abuse her but left his dagger at his hip as he attacked her. She skillfully stole his dagger and slit his throat while he was on top of her. She walked out of his home, in the middle of the night, stoic, drenched in his blood, like a ghost. It was how she earned the name the Crimson Lady.

She'd made her way back to the brothel and the Mistress -whom she'd learn to love and trust like a mother- was livid. She told Robyn she was bad for business and that she was a waste of time. Robyn was pass the point of sanity at the time so in her stotic state, she stabbed the woman with no emotion on her face. After the woman fell at her feet, she felt free finally. She enjoyed taking the life of people who hurt her...so she didn't and wouldn't stop there.

It took two years for Robyn to find the slave trader that sent her there. She'd used all of the skills she'd learned and managed to become a master their, a premium liar and a skilled seductress. Those skills alone kept her alive while she looked for the man. At 17, she finally found him. He'd been still running the same game and she watched as he kidnapped children and sold them to the highest bidder as he'd done to her. She'd followed him for days until finally she followed him home. She found that he'd slaves himself. Plenty of them, locked up in his house. Some where her age or older. She waited until he slept. She climbed on top of him and when he woke up she reminded him who she was. He didn't remember her at all. With a knife to his throat, he claimed it wasn't personal. Her last words to him before she slit his throat was "This is personal..."
After that, Robyn became a vagabond and a skilled thief. She had no real destination other than to survive, and has found herself in Nassau as a skilled con woman. It was there she met a ailing old pirate. She'd been in the process of conning him when he stopped her with a bullet to her shoulder. When she passed out from the pain. He took her to to his hideaway and dressed her wound. When she awoke, He was impressed by her abilities to read people but she needed to be able to predict a person's movements. She then asked him why he'd shot her he simple stated "I wanted see if you could see it coming, You didn't..."
It was then, the old pirate taught her everything he knew and she soaked it up like a sponge. He taught her how to use a gun, and she became a skilled marksmen. He taught her how to navigate the seven sea on his ship the Harbinger and she became a skilled Captain. For a while, she felt happy...that is until he died. She was devastated by this and her world grew dark. She felt that it wasn't fair, that she deserved some peace after all of the crap she'd been through but it didn't make a difference. She went back to thieving only more publicly. She took the Harbinger, gathered a crew and became a piratess. Taking from the world's happiness as she couldn't keep hers..

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Captain Robyn Sheva, The Crimson Lady's Story

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He won, a place aboard the Harbinger was securley his. He would earn from this point forward, he would support himself and Clara while paying back his debt to Ms Guthrie. The ship he would now sail with was known the world over. Hauls would be massive, success would be easy and the blood would be guaranteed but at this very moment none of that mattered. His blood was pumping, his hunger sparked and all he saw was the curvy pirate with the raven colored hair and intense stare.

Flint got to his feet, his eyes locked with that of the Captains. She stared at him hungry, like a lioness eyeing fresh prey. He stared defiantly back at her like a wolf in the darkness, eyeing a fawn. He strode up to her and shoved her against the wall of the tavern. She glared into his icy blue eyes almost daring him. His hand shot out, grasping her throat and she drew in a gasping breath but one of excitment. He turned her head and kissed her neck with the savagery of the wolf on he so embodied.

"My prize is you."

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Once it was all said and done, Robyn pushed him from her body, she slide down her shirt, buttoned her corset, slipped into her trousers and her boots. She said nothing to him. He was good, she'll give him that, but she wasn't one to cuddle, or kissed even. She'd made that mistake already.

"I need a drink." She said, scooping up her coat and belt that held her cutlass and flintlock. She ran her fingers through her dark hair and spun her coat over her head before sliding her arms through the sleeves. It was at that moment, she felt hands around her hips, pulling her to him with a firm grip. She looked at him, her eyes dangerous, but not playful as they had been. She liked him, sure, but she didn't like being touched, unless she said so.

He spoke a few cheeky words, and she smirked at them, but it faded when he leaned in for a kiss. She turned her head, and again, put her hand over his mouth. "You only won me once, you'll have me once." She said, and walked into the tavern.

She was used to the eyes, good and bad, hungry and fearful but what she wasn't used to was the eyes weren't trained on her but at the man behind her,

Max was up to her tricks again. When a year ago, after the failed attempt to capture the Urca, Robyn had slowly began to loose her fearsome reputation, men had try to seize her a few times and while she made short work of them, she didn't understand. It was Max who thought to spread tales, stories that bred fear to this superstitious lot. she'd heard the stories that Robyn'd been a vampire, she'd began to spread a few of her own. She was good at it, but that wasn't all. Barmaids always had their ears to the ground and Max was no exception. What Eleanor didn't know was that Max was not only a barmaid, or a rumor mill.

She was an information broker, and for the right price, she'd tell you anything you'd want to know. Robyn had only just found this out. The girl was good, she kept her secrets will.

Robyn tossed a look back at Flint. She'd spread rumors for him, by the way they stared, or not as it were. Robyn had to pay for such a thing. Perhaps he really was her brother, though they looked nothing alike. He was a fiery ginger, where she had sultry midnight curls, Her skin was warm, where his was cold. Her eyes were a liquid amber and his an icy blue.

If it weren't for the way he kissed her forehead, and the way she'd looked up at him with disappointment but admiration in her eyes, she wouldn't have pegged them for siblings, lovers....maybe.

"Max!" she called, her voice loud over the hushed whispers. Max had come from the back, a pitcher of rum in her hand.

She looked up, her eyes going instantly to Flint, then back again. She walked up, only to get slapped on the ass, She didn't flinch, she only grabbed a cup, and splashed the contents on the assailant's face. Robyn chuckled. He needed to be glad that was all she had at the time.

Flint didn't seem pleased with that at all. "Easy, I've seen that girl stab a man in the hand for less, she can handle it." She said, not bothering to tell him about what the repercussion of that was. Max being cornered in an alley and nearly raped. Luckily, Eleanor had men looking out for her and back then Max was a little easier to like.

Max walked up to them as if that hadn't happened, "You're back." She said, more to Flint then to her. "Yes, I need rum."

"So How did he fair?." She said, and Robyn shrugged as Max gestured to an empty table. "Meet, Flint of the Harbinger." Robyn said and Max smiled, it was small, but there was glimmer of what looked like hope in her eyes. What was with these two?

As she went to get Robyn's favorite bottle and mugs for the two of them. Robyn looked at Flint.

"See those looks, everyone looking at you much differently then they did before...Max did that....The things that tumble from those lips can make or break a man, on this island. Most think it's Eleanor, she has the money, but Max, she controls reputation, people like to talk to her, she has that way." She said, watching the girl as she navigating the aisle, carefully, thoughtfully. Like she did with life on the island. "They come in with coin in their pockets and secrets and they always leave with less of both. I wouldn't suggest getting on her bad side." She said as Max came back over. "Flint when you're done...." She said but didn't finished and Robyn smirked. She didn't know what it was but she liked this kid.

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The scratches on his back stung but not in a way Flint was displeased with. He rolled his shoulders while he lay in the bed, Captain Sheva beside him. No sooner did he turn to her did she get out of bed and begin dressing herself. He enjoyed the view, as she pulled on her trousers and shirt, tied her corset around her waist and pulled on her boots. The first thing his gaze lingered on was her figure, curvy and sultry she captivated his mind as much as his body yet as she turned he noticed the scars. Her back was littered with them. Surely some were of her escapaed aboard The Harbinger but some had a different look to them, older and with the look of lashings.

He sat up and got to his feet as she slid her coat on. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to him.

"I can't tell who won that, settle the matter?"

He leaned in and she turned away, her hand to his lips.

"You only won me once, you'll have me once."

ImageShe said leaving him wanting. He dressed and followed after her, his cutlass hanging from the belt over his shoulder as his boots rung off the old wooden stairs. He could feel the tavern staring at him, he could smell fear and apprehension in the air. His gaze rose, steely and cold as a winter wind. No man dared meet his gaze. He understood fear, he'd seen it a lot. Yet what he was accustomed to was differrent. As the savage, roaming the beaches were he to come upon others the looks were as if some rabid beast walked into their home and they knew not what to expect. Now their eyes showed knowing and terror.

Sheva called over his sister and as she made her way toward him a man reached out, his hand slapping her ass. Flint felt the growl in his throat as he stepped forward, hand clenched into a tight fist.

"Easy, I've seen that girl stab a man in the hand for less, she can handle it."

As if in response Max dumped the contents of the flagon she had in her hand on the mans head, much to the amusement of his fellows. Flint gaze never wavered from his prey, he made a note of the man, of his look. His short cropped squirell brown hair, his green eyes and buck teeth, the tiny scar under his left eye.

His sister approached, a hopeful smile on her face.

"You're back."

She said, her eyes on him yet addressing the two of them.

"Yes, I need rum."

"Aye, as do I."

He grunted, seconding her declaration.

"So How did he fair?"

His sister asked as she brought he and The Captain to an empty table for drinks and hoepfully something to eat, he was starving after all the excerise.

"Meet, Flint of the Harbinger."

Robyn said and she smiled. His sister gave him the most subtle of smiles, softer than a gulls feather falling on the deck of a ship. She was proud of him and for that moment he knew, things were going to be better. She left to get those drinks, ling the pirates alone.

"See those looks, everyone looking at you much differently then they did before...Max did that....The things that tumble from those lips can make or break a man, on this island. Most think it's Eleanor, she has the money, but Max, she controls reputation, people like to talk to her, she has that way. They come in with coin in their pockets and secrets and they always leave with less of both. I wouldn't suggest getting on her bad side." Flint watcher her manuever through the tavern with ease, many of the men she passed greeted her with respect. She may have been proud of him for earning his way aboard The harbinger but it was he who was supremely more proud. Proud of the little sister who used to follow around Jon like a lost puppy, now had hardened killers, smugglers and criminals paying her resepct.

"Flint when you're done...."

Max said as she set the drinks before he and Robyn. He nodded softly, bringing the metal tankard to his lips and enjoynig the strong brew.

"Captain."

He said getting to his feet, his flagon in hand.

"If you have nothing for me just yet, my sister and I have some catching up to do."

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Robyn waved Flint off and Max took his hand, and lead up him up toward her chambers. The men all watched, just as she wanted. She wasn't tugging him along like she would have her big brother. She pulled him in a secretive sort of way, that most would assume they were lovers. She needed them to think they were only lovers, not siblings. They would use that against him and she refused to be used against him again. She could still feel the bit of the blade that was used to hold her still while they beat him.

She swallowed the memory as she approached her door and pushed it open, letting his hand go in the process. She allow him to walk in and she closed the door behind him and locked it. Just in case.
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Suddenly, without warning, as he turned to her, Clara tossed herself around him, her breathing hard and tears pressuring her eyes. She'd been holding it in, all day she felt. Pretending that her mind wasn't reeling from the fact that she hadn't lost him at all. Perhaps parts of him, but not all. He was still her brother, and he yet lived.

"Let me look at you." She said, pulling away, her amber eyes glossed with unfallen tears, though looking at his new face, made them being to trickle down her cheeks. She placed her hands on either side of his face, studying him, remembering him. Two Years wasn't along time, but it felt like an eternity, and she could see it on his face. He hadn't lost his Northern accent, even though she made it appoint to do so and she was glad for it. She was glad he still sounded the same.

"Two Years..." She said, her voice soft as she dropped her hands. "Two Years, I'd been looking, hoping, praying, that you were still out there somewhere, and when I finally start to let you go....You pull me into your lap....Just like that...My once dead brother mistakes me for common whore..." She said and chuckled, shaking her head. " I should be offended, I've stabbed a man for that very thing once..." She said, and touched his cheek, with a smile and a sniff. "I'm just glad you're alive." She said, her lip quivering as she slipped her arms around him again.