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Emilia Knox

'Pilot and knife thrower with a hint of gambler extraordinaire.'

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a character in “Sky Pirates: Band of Misfits”, originally authored by Cloud, as played by RolePlayGateway

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'They say revenge is bitter sweet, I say it's all sweet.'




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Name:
Emilia Rose Knox

Nicknames:
Em, Mili

Age:
25

Gender:
Female

Birth Date:
August 8th

Birthplace:
Bath, England

Role on Ship:
Pilot
'I navigate the ship. I steer it, map out our coarse on the map and try not to drive us into any mountains.'

Role in Circus:
Knife Thrower
'You've found my hidden talent. I could pin a fly to the wall with a knife from across the room. My job in the circus is simply to entertain the crowd with my knife throwing expertise.'



First Impressions



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Height:
5'7"

Weight:
130lbs

Build:
Slim with modest curves

Hair Color:
Blonde

Eye Color:
A light grey, blue

Scars or Markings:
Emilia has several scars, a string of small marks on her left arm from flying, burning debris and a thin scar on her upper right thigh from a stray bullet. She bares one tattoo, the southern cross on the inner wrist of her right arm.

Brief Written Description:
Emilia has a naturally slim frame. While her curves might not be as large as other women, she knows how to dress to accentuate her modest attributes. Her preferred clothing is tight, but gives her flexibility. She frequently wears her blonde hair loose, letting it fall partway down her back. Her light eyes, a grey-blue colour, are constantly guarded, although when an idea comes to her they seem to sparkle with possibility. Her skin is naturally an English pale, but has obtained a healthy sun-kissed look over the years.



Digging A Little Deeper



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Quirks and Faults
Grudges \\ Emilia holds grudges for a long time. Hurt her or anyone she cares about and she won't forget it.
Personal Language \\ A quirk indeed, growing up Emilia made her own language. Of course she doesn't speak it any longer, although sometimes she writes confidential notes in her personal speech.

Likes
Sky Ships \\ Knives \\ Astronomy \\ Star Navigation \\ Thunder Storms
Dancing \\ Sailing at night \\ Scarves \\ Logic \\ Whales \\ Sunshine \\ Laughing
Folk Music \\ Eagles \\ Swimming \\ Card Games \\ Gambling \\ Clouds

Dislikes
Snakes \\ Cabbage \\ When her plans fail \\ Restrictions \\ Mice
Failing \\ Not Understanding Something \\ Guns \\ Frogs
Ghost Stories \\ Corn \\ Sunburn \\ Violent drunks

Dreams
To kill Captain Atticus Queen \\ The man who killed her father is still out there. She has tried once, losing the element of surprise, but she is determined that one day he will die at her hand.
See the entire world \\ Far off places, different cultures... what could be more exciting? Of course the world is a much smaller place when one is on a flying ship.

Fears
Failure \\ Failure, of any kind, is something Emilia dislikes. Of course more than anything else she fears never being able to kill Queen.
Snakes \\ Poisonous, strangling or house pets, it doesn't matter. Emilia fears any type of snake. This is an irrational fear, never having actually experienced a frightening encounter with one.

Strengths
Intelligence \\ Emilia is a fast thinker who quickly grasps ideas and concepts. In particular she has a fantastic mind when it comes to navigation, making her an ideal pilot.
Knives \\ While not the most physical of individuals, when a knife is in her hand Emilia is just as dangerous as someone ten times her strength. It also comes in handy when having to pose as a circus act.
Card Games \\ Whether gambling or just for fun Emilia's skill with cards is high, and if it's not always within the rules of the game... well who's to know? As long as she wins Emilia isn't too concerned.

Weaknesses
Pride \\ The one sure way to get Emilia's back up is to offend her pride.
Physical fighting \\ With knives Emilia is a dead threat, but if facing an opponent with naught but her bare hands Emilia is in serious trouble.



Under My Skin



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Personality

|Intelligent, Quiet, Flirtatious, Witty, Determined, Proud|

There is a quiet determination about Emilia. If she sets her mind to do something there is little on this earth that can stop her. She is extremely intelligent and her analytical mind frequently searches for answers and plans. Always two steps ahead, she can plan out moves using nothing more than logic and her brains. Her brains have helped her all but master the art of navigation and she has a firm grasp on sailing the skies, hence her role as Pilot.

Emilia is perhaps a bit too serious at times, particularly when contemplating her past. Still, she knows how to have fun and she can be a lot of fun when she wants to be. Although not a heavy drinker, she is a talented gambler and can play cards with the best of them. She's learned a lot of tricks in her time in the skies, plus most card games are only a matter of counting cards and if that isn't particularly within the rules... well that isn't always a bad thing. She'll happily swindle a man out of his weeks earnings.

While Emilia might not be one of those people to talk your ear off, she does enjoy flirting with good looking men or sharing a decent joke. She has a keen wit and is particularly eloquent with insults. In a battle of wits she is rarely matched, although when she meets someone of equal wit she has always found it much more fun to trade quips.

Emilia is also proud, finding it hard to ignore any insults to her person or her deceased parents. Hurt her pride and Emilia isn't likely to forget it. Grudges aren't something she let's go of easily, which is apparent in the vow of revenge she has taken to avenge her father's murderer.

Emilia grew up on a Royal Navy ship and so has an appreciation for rules and structure, however her years on pirate ships and trading vessels have also taught her that rule breaking is sometimes necessary. So, while Emilia enjoys having order in her life she is never exactly against breaking the rules to get what she wants. That is whys she has no trouble cheating in card games or, on the extreme end, killing people.



Diving Into The Past



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History
Emilia Knox was born to Captain Edward Knox and Madeline Knox. Her father was a captain in the Royal English Navy and as such was often away from home. When he was home he would thrill his young daughter with tails of the skies and show her the navigation charts. At the age of seven Mrs Knox died from a fever and Emilia, with nowhere else to go, came to live with her father on his flying ship. It was highly unorthodox, but Emilia's father didn't care. With no other living relatives it was either bring Emilia with him on his ship or send her to a boarding school. Having had a bad experience himself of boarding school the answer was obvious.

Growing up aboard her father's flying ship was a whole new adventure for the girl. Edward brought in a tutor to school her on the usual things, but Emilia also spent a lot of her time learning from the sailors. It quickly became apparent that Emilia's sharp mind was best suited for navigation. She drunk up all the ship's navigator could teach her about steering, quickly understanding the most complex of ideas.

By the time Emilia was 12 she knew the name and story of every man and woman on board. They taught her to throw knives and gave the girl an adequate knowledge of firearms and swords. They were all a second family to her, which made it all the more painful when their ship was attacked by pirates. Her father's navy ship had been investigating some odd activity above Belarus when out of nowhere a fleet of pirate ships appeared from the clouds, guns-blazing and the twin skulls of Captain Atticus Queen flapping proudly in the wind. Greatly outnumbered their ship was quickly overwhelmed and boarded. Those who didn't wish to convert to piracy were immediately executed with a quick tipping over the edge. Before her father was executed he begged for Captain Queen to spare his young daughter's life and surprisingly Queen did, dropping the girl off at the next port and vanishing into the sky.

That was the wrong move. Emilia vowed revenge, one day she would kill Queen. First, though, she had to learn to survive. For a girl of her skills that wasn't particularly hard. She took a job as a cabin girl on a trading vessel, putting the skills she had learned aboard her father's ship to good use. She travelled the world aboard a number of ships, always keeping one ear listening for word of Queen. Luck struck shortly after her 18th birthday, a ship from his fleet docked at the port to refuel and gather supplies. They were also looking for new crew, discreetly of course. Emilia knew an opportunity when she saw one and it wasn't long before she was working on the pirate ship. Surprisingly Emilia found that working on a pirate ship was similar to the Royal Navy, except of course the stealing and illegal aspects. In fact she began to enjoy the freedom that it allowed her and her skills with navigation quickly propelled her up the ranks.

Emilia wasn't one to rush and ruin her plan, instead she waited. Bad luck seemed to keep striking the fleet, the word 'sabotage' was thrown quietly around until eventually Queen was forced to bring in the fleet to find the source of the trouble. Discreetly Emilia boarded each ship, setting up a sting of explosives. The one hitch in her plan was when Emilia went to find Queen, ships burning behind her, only to find that the captain had somehow escaped. He went into hiding and no matter how hard she searched Emilia has never been able to find him.

So what does a girl with a multitude of murders to her name and a thirst for revenge do? She joins another pirate ship in the hope that one day it will lead her to Queen. Of course she never expected to actually respect, much less like those she worked with, but Annie had a way about her that made Emilia almost forget her wish for revenge. Eventually Emilia grew to trust Annie immensely and would now willingly follow her to the ends of the earth and back.





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So begins...

Emilia Knox's Story

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Francis groaned, the dull ache in his head turning to an insistent pounding as the morning light seeped onto his hammock. He blinked bleary eyes, the patterns on the wood grain above his head blurred. He dared not move yet, his head threatened send another spike of pain through him if he tried. Instead Francis lay still on his hammock, listening to the sounds of the air ship and trying to will the sunlight out of his eyes. That turned out to be a bad idea, his brain was as foggy as his memories of last night. Whiskey usually did that to the young Brazilian.

It wasn't a slackening in Francis' hangover that eventually tipped him out of his sleeping nook, it was a fellow seaman who - quite literally - tipped Francis out of his snung hammock. "You've got work to do Franc." The man said, no sympathy in his voice,
Francis tried to protest, "Two minutes more..." He mumbled, pushing himself to his feet with one hand and holding his aching head with the other.
"UP!" The other man shouted, before giving Francis a friendly pat on the back and softening his tone some. "Now don't feel too hard done by boy, y'know you brought it on yourself."
Francis simply groaned again.

He pulled on a pair of decent pants and shirt that wasn't too dirty before leaving for top deck. His feet seemed to drag behind him as he walked, slowing his ascent. The smells of fresh food drifted through the ship's corridors, but rather than entice the young man the smell made Francis' already queasy stomach do an uncomfortable flip.
"Why did I drink so much?" He muttered to himself, holding the sleeve of his shirt across his nose and jumping the last few steps up to the top deck. Francis was greeted by a fresh morning breeze as he stepped outside. Despite his pitiful state Francis couldn't help but smile. The open skies was what he lived for, waking up and not being hemmed in by tall sky scrapers. Francis took a moment to admire the sky above, no doubt by midday the sun would be baring down on the world, but for now it was just cool enough to fully waken Francis while at the same time not have him wishing he'd brought up a further jumper.

Francis' eyes scanned the deck, on the look out for someone that would tell him to jump to work. His eyes fell upon the slim blonde figure leaning against the ship's railing at the bow of the ship. Francis' steps became all but silent as he stalked his way up to her, careful not to give himself away. His hangover was momentarily forgotten and Francis was almost ready to surprise her when Emilia turned. She quirked her eyebrow, clearly she knew what Francis had been trying to do, "You'll have to be quieter than that to catch me off guard." She told him. Francis relaxed and gave a lazy shrug. "I swear you've got eyes in the back of your head." He told her as he moved to rest against the rail beside her. "'Sides, I wasn't really trying." Francis gave her a friendly wink, which Emilia ignored.



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She had a knife in her hand and was slowly twirling it round. It seemed more a subconscious reflex then anything else. Emilia always carried a supply of knives on her, each placed on her body to give her easy access to them when needed. Some, like the small one in her hand now, were ideal for throwing. Others, like the heavy knife on her belt, was made for rougher tasks. "Big night last night, huh?" Emilia guessed, the knife still twirling effortlessly in her hand. Francis shrugged again and his head seemed to ache again as if remembering that yes, he had had a big night. He opened his mouth to speak, but a shout from the other side of the ship stopped him. Francis sighed, recognised the call to work. "Later Em." Francis said, giving her a mock salute before turning and leaving.

Emilia watched Francis go, biting back a laugh at the way the usually graceful young man seemed to cringe with each step. Emilia had had hangovers like that and did not envy him one bit. She turned back to her contemplation of their surroundings, her mind inevitably landing on the thought of the crew's future circus show and heist. There was definitely something thrilling about pulling off a well-laid plan. Em had no doubt that Annie's plan would work perfectly. They would thrill the audience with their circus skills and then rob their selected target blind. Who would ever suspect the circus crew? Of course no one was to know that they were actually pirates, but that was part of the beauty of the plan.

Emilia's hand stopped moving, the knife coming to a stop. She slipped it back up the fold of her sleeve before stretching out her arms above her. Next she shook out her hands before returning to her original position. As Pilot she was in charge of making sure the ship went where it should, navigating through treacherous storms and around tall mountains. She would get to work soon, but for now she would take what free time she had to relax and watch the clouds float by.

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Character Portrait: Katarina Zarubin Character Portrait: Emilia Knox Character Portrait: Francis Savage Character Portrait: Leopold Doherty Character Portrait: Blayke Crandall Character Portrait: Amalia Winchester
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Curled up, much like a cat, in the hammock the small sail maker began to stir. No movement coming from her until her grey eyes began to flutter open, yet they closed as soon as they were open. Soon more movement accompanied, Amalia slowly uncurled herself from her human ball. She stretched, her muscles tensing as she gave a small satisfied sigh, finally opening her eyes all the way. She scanned her surroundings, feeling a bit lost at first, causing her to look very kid like. Once she got her bearings she sat up, swinging her legs over to where they hung off the hammock, no intent on touching the ground quiet yet.

Amalia had made it a habit of being one of the last to awake on the ship. She stretched once more, her feet reaching for the floor but not finding it. She glanced around, running a hand through her wild red hair. Hopping off her hammock as she went over to a pile of clothes, Amalia wasn't one to keep things organized. Throwing off her clothes she was in carelessly as she slid on a loose-fitting blue shirt, rolling up the sleeves and then shimmied into a pair of pants, which fit tightly, yet she rolled them up to mid-calf. Running a hand through her hair yet again, trying to decide if she should go with or without shoes.

Though she would regret her decision she made her way out of her cabin, silently and barefooted.

The sailmaker was going towards the large sail out on the deck, just for routine inspections. As she made her way towards the upper deck, she repeated a list of things she needed to do - out loud.

"Check the sails, try to make Lysander's hammock longer, fix a few of the circus flags, double check Kat and Blayke's silks, and fix that hole in your pants.." (The first was a given, the second was due to the height the man possessed, the third was due to the show they were putting on, fourth was for good measures, and last is a story Amalia would rather not revisit) She repeated that, over and over to herself quietly a good three times before she reached the top deck. Out of instincts she stopped, silently observing her surroundings. She recognized the pilot right off, Emilia, Amalia found the blonde a bit intimidating. The things she could do with knives was incredible, yet scary. Amalia was just glad they were on the same side, plus she found it amusing that their names were similar. Then her eyes were on Francis, recognizing the hang over immediately, she gave a small grin. "Been there, done that." She mused, quietly to herself, with a small giggle.

Then she heard the familiar clip-clopping of shoes on the deck, "Good morning, Leo!" She called, with a small wave and a large grin. She then headed towards the sails so to began marking things off her to-do list. "You better do what you're told first..don't want you gettin' in trouble." Amalia's voice was soaked in her southern accent as she gave a sly grin towards the boy. "I'll be right here when you get back." She promised before he could object.

With her attention now on the sails, Amalia smiled into the warm sunlight. She kept her mind on anything but the heist that would be occurring that night. She had no desire to be worried.

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