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Evelyn Blackwell

I will use your blood to paint the waters

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a character in “The Midnight Siren”, as played by Lux_Disraeli

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GENERAL

Name:Evelyn Blackwell
Nickname:Captain Blackwell is what most tend to call her. Eve is what her closest circle calls her.
Gender:Female
Sexual Preference:Straight
Age:26
Role:Captain
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PHYSICAL

Height:5'8
Weight:120
Eye color:blue
Hair color:Black
Skin color: Lightly tanned
Scars/markings:She has a mermaid tattoo on the inside of her left arm.
Synopsis:Eve is tall and slim but she has lots of muscle. Her looks tend to give people the impression she is anything but a pirate let alone a captain.
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PERSONALITY:

Likes:
Swimming
Being at sea
Rum
Reading
Pinapples
Dislikes:
Being disrespected
Being treated differently because she is a girl
The British Navy
In fighting on the ship
Winter
Hobbies:
Painting
Reading
working on her swordplay
Synopsis:Eve is sharp tongued and quick witted. It doesn't take much to set her off but she tends to hid her temper even once it is boiling over. She tends to speak slower and quieter when she is actually mad and when her crew tends to move towards their weapons. She is kind and compassionate to her crew and in turn they protect her reputation of being a heartless cut throat. She is clever but at times she is naive about how the world really works. She is a bit shealter even for a pirate. She is brash and reckless at times, but she tends to ask for advise before she reacts. That being said she still tends to go with her gut on certain things.
Positive characteristics:Clever,Brave,Diplomatic,Compassionate
Negative characteristics:Naive,Reckless,Brash,Hot headed
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EQUIPMENT

Clothing:When not on a ship she tends to dress in dresses with lace and corsets. When on the ship she tends to all black with a red sash at her waist and a pair of knee high boots.
Armor: She wears leathers if she knows they are heading into battle but most often forgoes any.
Weapons:She tends to keep a pair of twin daggers at her hips hidden under her sash. She keeps a cutlass and a rapier in plain sight. She also has a pistol in her quarters but she has only one play for its bullets.
Trinkets:She wears a ruby necklace that falls right at the hollow of her throat that was her mothers, her ring that has the Blackwell crest engraved into it that once belonged to her father.
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ABILITIES:

Traits:She is cunning in a fight and is very light footed. She has mastered being able to bluff her way out of a fight,
Skills:She is second to only her first mate in her sword play- although she would never admit to that- She can read people really well and can spot a lie easily. She can hold her own in a fight but is smart enough to put her pride aside if she gets in over her head.

So begins...

Evelyn Blackwell's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Matthew Winters Character Portrait: Evelyn Blackwell Character Portrait: Alphonse Carmine Character Portrait: Eliza Kuhn Character Portrait: Etten Davenport Character Portrait: Katarina West Character Portrait: Clayton Shester Character Portrait: Hugh Marlow Character Portrait: Lavinia "Henry" Matheson Character Portrait: Kadeem Nikhil

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Six hours before nightfall

Evelyn watched from the tree line as the crown jewel of the British fleet took anchor, just off shore of the lush island. As she lowered her telescope with a smirk she caught a glimpse of Katarina's scarlet locks near the helm of the ship. She cupped her hands over her mouth mocking a doves coo letting her crew know the plan was under foot. She quickly made her way to the temporary base her crew had taken up.

"Doc I want you and Kid to stay back, I hope we won't have anyone for you to patch up but just in case." Her brow shot up slightly as she heard a groan of disagreement from Etten. Before she had time to react to him she heard Matthew clear his throat just slightly. Etten sighed catching the look of disapproval clear on Winters's face he went to join Eliza with rosy cheeks. Evelyn winked at Winters as she turned her focus to the others. "Al,Matthew, and Kato you three are going in with me. Jack will be rigging the their ship once they make land fall as soon as he has lit the bombs he will head back to be extra support for Doc and the Kid should anything go sour." She unrolled a map placing it on the table before them.

"Kat said that they plan on holding the feast on this side of the island. I want Al and Kato to come in from the west. You will have three to four guards to break through, they need to be taken out as quickly and as quietly as possible. If anything goes wrong fire one warning shot from your pistol and get away. Winters you and I will come in from the east. We will drive the vermin to the water just in time to watch their ship burst in to flames." She drove her dagger into the spot on the map a smile working to her lips as the crew cheered. "And remember don't blow Kat's cover just yet."

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Al and Kato made their way over to the western side of the huts as the feast was beginning, and waited for Eve's signal. Eve and Winters finally got over to the eastern edge, and with a sharp one note whistle she gave the others the signal to move into action.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Matthew Winters Character Portrait: Evelyn Blackwell Character Portrait: Alphonse Carmine Character Portrait: Katarina West Character Portrait: Clayton Shester Character Portrait: Hugh Marlow Character Portrait: Lavinia "Henry" Matheson

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Six hours before nightfall...


The deck was buzzing with activity as the anchor was lowered into the water. Katarina stood near the helm of the ship, all smiles today. To anyone around her, the bride-to-be was obviously glowing with excitement. Her icy blue hues looked as though they would melt glaciers into tears at any moment as the young woman watched the bustle around her. She could hear the crew members shouting at each other, commands or orders or blaming this person for that or this being out of place. Everything was supposed to be perfect for the small island wedding. It had been her idea- the island wedding. Away from the eyes of court and all the fussing and decorative ballgowns. She just wanted it to be him, the priest, and her-- but of course, that couldn't exactly be done. He was an important man, after all, and so she begrudgingly accepted that his crew and first mate would be there to witness the wedding.

Her parents had died when she was fourteen, leaving her to an elderly aunt who was institutionalized. So naturally, none of her own family were present. 'You're my family now,' she had told him one evening over dinner, her eyes glittering in the candle light. He would provide her a life filled with the finest things a Naval officer could provide... at least- that's what the other women thought. Kat smiled politely to the figure who appeared by her side, offering to help her from the ship. She was a lady, after all, and climbing in and out of ships was not her forte... right?

Nightfall


Within a few hours the feast as set up and Kat found herself pacing anxiously in her tent. What if something went wrong? Forcing herself to take another breath, she turned to look at herself in the mirror. Her dress hugged her figure beautifully, but with the sun going down the hat was simply not needed. Removing the parcel from her outfit, she gently set it down onto her wardrobe. The crew had done a wonderful job of setting up her tent, it was a pity they were all about to be killed. Taking one last look at her hair, which had been curled into ringlets before leaving port, Kat turned and followed the sound of a joyful tune belonging to a flute. The sun was setting just over the water, why she had reasoned she wanted to be on this side of the beach in the first place. Painting on a smile, she made her way over to her husband-to-be. "You look wonderful, darling-- as does this food! Why, I never... There's so... it's beautiful. I love it. Tell me you love it too!"

Her eyes are bright with adoration as she looks up into her fiance's weathered face. He is some years her senior, but by the look on her face- you'd never be able to guess she was thinking anything else. To be sure, she looked madly in love with the man before her- as though she would pull him into an embrace at any moment. The feast was starting. In the distance Kat heard the sound of a sharp whistle and she snapped her head around- in the opposite direction from which it had come. "Did you hear that? That blasted cabinboy. He is always so dirty, my love, I don't know why you allowed him to come." Her lips purse as she looks to Hugh, as though he is to blame for the whistle. Quickly the wrinkles in her face smooth away into a smile as she gently reaches to place a hand upon his cheek, "No matter," she purrs, "soon it will just be you and me..."



Characters Present

Character Portrait: Matthew Winters Character Portrait: Evelyn Blackwell Character Portrait: Alphonse Carmine Character Portrait: Eliza Kuhn Character Portrait: Etten Davenport Character Portrait: Katarina West Character Portrait: Hugh Marlow Character Portrait: Kadeem Nikhil

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The dove call signaled the end of Al's reading time. He placed the book into his "on-shore" satchel that lay in the dirt next to him. Whenever the captain had the crew go land-side Alphonse would bring a small bag with a book and a candle, for lulls in the action where he could take up a comfortable spot and study. He swung the book over his shoulder and hopped down from his tree just nearby the make-shift pirate camp.

He landed silently and made his way to the meeting. Most everyone else was already in attendance when he arrived, and he found himself between the cabin boy Etten, and the Quartermaster Kato. Al smiled to each upon his arrival and quietly awaited the Captain's orders with his hands behind his back.

A disagreement about his assignment put the Kid in the doghouse, and lead him away from Al's side and over to Doc's. Al let out a small chuckle, then perked up when he heard his name. He, Kato, and Winters were going into action, which is usually the plan anyway. Kid and Doc did not have the combat experience that the rest of the crew did, so they usually stood behind. Al knew though, that among the 'fighters' of the crew he was the least experienced. Still, the Sea Artist could hold his own.

He was to be teamed up with Kato. This was good news, as even if he had trouble, Kato would most definitely be able to pick up the slack.

Nightfall


Al was situated behind a boulder overlooking the still 'in construction' feast. He could see the guard he was to get rid of, but they were the far from his mind at the moment. He was much more focused on Katarina.

He could see her silhouette from his spot. She was pacing about her tent while they set up the feast. He could only imagine how she must be feeling. She had to pretend to be in love with that Navy captain, and she had been for so long. It had been so long since they'd last spoken. It was tough to see her with him.

He was shaken from his day dreaming by the whistle. He placed his hand on the hilt of the rapier at his side and rose from his hiding spot, casting a look across the treeline to Kato, waiting for the second signal from him. Al, was to take the two nearest himself, while Kato was to do the same.

Al switched his glance to Katarina, who was unfortunately not facing him. He'd hoped they would share a glance or something of the like. He would have to toss the though aside and focus on the mission. Kat would be safe. Alphonse had a job to do.

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Character Portrait: Matthew Winters Character Portrait: Evelyn Blackwell Character Portrait: Eliza Kuhn Character Portrait: Etten Davenport

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Etten smiled happily at his masterpiece of a trap; it was an uncomplicated and fairly easy snare for someone who so fancied the devices. How did he craft it? Simple he found a sturdy branch, broke it into two, took the two pieces, and sharpened them. Etten then plunged one stick into the earth. After that, the second stick was attached to the other at a tip. To finish the trap off an immense stone was rested against the stick that hung out with rat's meat connected to it. If an animal were to even take the smallest nimble, the rock would surely collapse, crushing the bones of the creature. However the cabin boy never placed these snares in order to survive but instead for entertainment or perhaps it was combat training; maybe one day Etten will use a much more effective trap in the line of battle.

However enough about the boy's hobby and onto more important matters, such as the cooing which signaled the captain's meeting. As Etten heard the sound he lifted his linen shirt up and unto his thin torso, and just before he took off sprinting he rolled up the legs of his slacks to the knees. The female leader tossed her commands, however Etten groaning with desire to race to his instinctive stubborn ways of disobedience. Mathew gave Etten a cold glare, however that is not what only ceased the child's arguement from beginning, it was the presence of the captain. Etten would argue with anyone else on the ship without any second thought, anyone but Evelyn, at least not so impulsively.

After the gathering ended Etten tarted knives he swiped from the kitchen, striking a tree furiously.

"Damn the capt'n's bloody orders. Soon she'll regret the forsakin' on my skills," He cursed in a mutter.

Nightfall

Etten's fiery anger finally expired and the doctor aimed at the right amount of time to called him. But perhaps it was because Etten could never speak to Eliza in a repulsive tone, though instead a coquettish one. Etten enjoyed the surgeon she was much more gentle than the others aboard on the ship, however he always believe she would never hold the same interest in him as he did her. And his care for her was extremely unnoticeable; he would either be flirting or staring at her breast.

"You know I would do anything for you, my enticin' love. But my lips they ache, I purpose a kiss from you o' course in order to make it all better. Do you agree, yes?" he spoke with a wink.

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Character Portrait: Matthew Winters Character Portrait: Evelyn Blackwell Character Portrait: Eliza Kuhn Character Portrait: Etten Davenport

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Character Portrait: Evelyn Blackwell Character Portrait: Eliza Kuhn Character Portrait: Etten Davenport

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"But wouldn't my smile then be... outputtin'? Unless my smile is not what keeps you admiring me," he responded to Eliza approaching her slowly, enjoying the way she carried her voice in an alluring matter. "But perhaps you are the type to look beyond appearance. And I am sure you do, Eliza- you're a sweet woman who knows how to carry herself. Instead of the drooling fool I am."

Etten now talked unhurriedly and not as smooth because he was being very cautious and gingerly that he displayed the correct words. Sincere words of his own and not of drunken low-lives Etten encountered in the darkest tavern he could discover. He attempt to seem calm but inside he was tense, shaking with anxiety and nervousness. Etten truly did delight in her company, and yes things may appear inappropriately, but never did he have a mentor to guide him in relationships.

Etten let the silence sink into the moment before moving back questioning, "Should I bring a torch with me? It is dark. But you know me, so clumsy I may just burn the whole island down. I hope I'll out grow out that, actually I don't know if I want to grow up. Probably because I am just going to remain as the wee-little-ole-me. And no one cares about the small lad."

The boy all of suddenly felt a burning itch against the back of his neck. He tap it, digging his dirty fingernails into the rosy bump. Mosquito bites, the buggers would eat him up; Etten have always wished he were handed more clothes so he could avoid this problem. However he always feared that he would give the captain or any other crew members a bad impression if he begged for it.

"Cursed beast," he sighed, still abrading the infected skin.
"There are enough adorn on my legs, now my neck. If this continues, nothing serious will surely happen, yes?"

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Character Portrait: Matthew Winters Character Portrait: Evelyn Blackwell Character Portrait: Alphonse Carmine Character Portrait: Katarina West Character Portrait: Clayton Shester Character Portrait: Hugh Marlow Character Portrait: Lavinia "Henry" Matheson Character Portrait: Kadeem Nikhil

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Eve watched the Clay carefully as he made his way towards them, she spoke barely above a whisper to Winters "Stealth will be the better choice, but who ever that is we need to take extra care around, he noticed my call." She tilted her head towards Clay as she spoke. She glanced back over at Kat watching the Captain hang on her every motion, a pang of guilt washed over her until she caught his voice. It lit the fire in her as strong as before, the voiced echoed his fathers in her ears. She let her teeth grit together to keep herself from charging him right then and there.

She watched Clay waiting until he had made his way back towards the Captain and Kat. One of the men let out a sigh as the man walked away "It is a party and he act like we are in the middle of a fight. I am going to take a piss." Eve and Winters eyes met she flicked to fingers to the left as she headed right after the man who wasn't taking his job seriously, a smirk worked to her lips seeing the mans weapons at his post.

Eve followed the man, who thankful walked a decent distance from camp. She slipped her hand gently on to his shoulder, "Christ what is wrong with you..." He stop his sentence eyeing Eve up and down. "It dangerous for a lady such as yourself out in the night." The man said as he turned grabbing her right wrist "You could get hurt Miss." Eve laughed venom clear in her tone "You poor dull dim witted little man, have you any idea whom you have just tried to man handle? I will have your guts for garters" He lifted his lantern to look her more clearly, dropping it at his feet when he saw her dress. "PIR...." She clapped her hand over his mouth "You should have followed your damned orders." She buried her dagger into the mans throat running a slit from ear to ear letting him fall to the ground. She waited her body tense staying frozen as she heard the music stop. It only to a matter of moments before it picked up with a new song. She let out a jagged breath. Before she cleaned her dagger off on the mans shirt and made her way back over to where she had left Winters, who got back around the same time he did.

She glanced over at the other side, before she spoke to Winters "No trouble on your part then?"

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Character Portrait: Matthew Winters Character Portrait: Evelyn Blackwell Character Portrait: Alphonse Carmine Character Portrait: Katarina West Character Portrait: Hugh Marlow Character Portrait: Kadeem Nikhil

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The name of the game was stealth. They would only need to get loud if absolutely necessary, but until then Al would be silent as a whisper. He set his bag behind the rock for safe keeping, hopefully he would be back for it later. He slid out from behind the rock and moved along the brush like a shadow, staying to the darkness and keeping an eye on his foot placement, making sure not to crunch any leaves or break any twigs. He was stalking the nearest guard, who was standing just below on of the several arched entrances to the feast. Al's second target was several yards away with his back turned. He would not notice his partner's disappearance in time to do anything about it. A quick once over and Al was sure he could take the guard facing him, but the blasted lamps above would surely give away Al's position to anyone at the feast if he moved closer. He would have to draw the guard away.

How to do that? Luring the guard with a noise was not the best option. If anyone else heard Al whistle, or throw a rock, he would be up a creek. He'd need to do it visually. The guard would need to see him, and not think him a threat, at least not enough of one to alert the other guard. This would be a tough one, but he had nary the time to come up with a decent plan, so he'd just have to wing it.

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This was by far, the worst post imaginable. Having to guard the Captain's wedding feast, watching all the upper class eat ten courses, and here he was... standing alone... in the dark. He let out a deep sigh. This would be a long night.

A flash illuminated few yards of the forest, catching the guards eye. What could that be? He decided he'd check. After all, it was much more entertaining than standing here miserable.

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The guard was approaching. Al's plan had worked perfectly. Striking the two rocks together to make a small unassuming flash hit right on the money, and as the steps got louder Al slid the knife from the strap on his bicep. This would have to be fast and silent. The steps continued to get louder and closer, and Al tightened the grip on his knife. A foot landed to his left and he sprang from his crouched position, jamming the knife into the guard's chest, placing the other hand over his mouth to silence him. The guard was a bit larger than Al, but this was of no consequence, as years of training from Winters will net you an advantage in any fight.

The pulse slowed to a halt and Al dropped the guard in the dirt. "Sorry friend, everyone's got a job to do."

He removed the man's coat, which thankfully was red even before Al spilled the owner's blood all over it. He put it on and approached the second guard quietly. This disguise would only work from a distance, once anyone got close they would see the telltale blood stains. He'd have to do this quickly. He approached from behind and placed his hand on the man's shoulder.

"Sorry about this mate." He rammed the blade through the guard's back and into his heart. He once again covered the mouth to deter any objections and brought his prey to the ground.

His job was complete, now to head to the rendezvous point. He turned on his heels throwing the bloody coat to the dirt. He hadn't taken but a step when he heard a loud cry.

"Pirates!!!"

It had come from Kato's position. A red coated man was running from the area screaming the warning. It seemed the mightly Kato had been overpowered. "Damn!" This was bad. He was too far away to stop the runaway guard and he knew what this would lead to. He would have to act fast if he wanted to salvage the situation.

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Character Portrait: Evelyn Blackwell Character Portrait: Alphonse Carmine Character Portrait: Katarina West Character Portrait: Clayton Shester Character Portrait: Hugh Marlow

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Before she could listen to Winters report her heart felt like it stop and exploded all at ones as a yell pierced the darkness.

"PIRATES!"

she grabbed her sword in her hand watching everyone scrabble like rats to get away. She saw Al across the way from her, "Get to the dove!" She yell hoping her voice would reach his ears, Kat was in bigger danger.

She came out into the opening bringing her blade across two guards throats; as she walked over to where Hugh was standing. She cut down a few more guards, she flicked the blood off her sword landing a few drops on Hugh.

"All you have to do is give up and come with me and no more of your crew will have to die it is really rather simple." A small smirk worked to her lips matching her venomous tone as she spoke. "How many more of your men will spill blood for you, or better yet how much do you love that pretty little doll that was on your arm, It would be a shame if anything was to happen to her now wouldn't it be. So tell me Captain to Captain what will it be."

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Character Portrait: Matthew Winters Character Portrait: Evelyn Blackwell Character Portrait: Alphonse Carmine Character Portrait: Katarina West Character Portrait: Hugh Marlow

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Everything went downhill faster than Al could have possibly expected. Before he knew it a blade was arcing toward his throat. His knife somehow found it's way into the path of the soldier's sword before he was beheaded. As he locked eyes with the soldier who had alerted the rest he knew the only reason he was alive was because of Winter's training. He narrowed his eyes at the soldier. "Farewell" He pushed forward with all of his strength, throwing the enemy off balance, and releasing the blade clash. While the soldier staggered back Al tore forward and rammed the blade home.

He ripped the knife from his victim's chest cavity, wincing as a spurt of blood shot him in the face. There was a beat before he heard a voice from his right. "Get to the dove!" He shot his gaze to the source of the voice, his Captain, who was charging into the fray. She would be fine. Alphonse leaped from his kneeling position and ran for the feast, scanned the chaos for Katarina. Through the chaos she was a tough find, but his eyes finally locked on her as he entered the feast. Her back was to him, behind the Navy captain. His grip tightened on the blade.

His free arm wrapped around Kat and pulled her away. Fortunately Captain Blackwell appeared at the same moment and distracted the guards, as well as Captain Marlow. Al pulled Kat close to him and brought his bloodstained knife to her neck. His heart was racing, not because of the fighting... this was the first time in... was it years? Yes years since he'd been able to touch her. Her scent had changed. Must have been all the royal perfumes she was probably given. Regardless, her old scent was still there. He brought his lips to her ear, and spoke carefully, and slyfully. "Careful my dear, we wouldn't want to mess up this pretty dress of yours."

Captain Blackwell had informed Marlow of his beloved's capture, causing the man to turn around. Al made direct eye contact with the man for the first time. Al's eyes darkened with hate. In his mind he kept telling himself that the man didn't intend to take Kat away from him, but Al could not help but despise him. That aside, Alphonse had a part to play. He muscled Kat closer and tighter, touching the knife directly to her neck. "You'll want to tell these men to lower their weapons." The original plan was to take the Captain, but that plan was moot now. Plan B was in full effect, and that meant Kat was coming home.

Al's eyes shifted from guard to guard surrounding him. They were at full alert, and Marlow hadn't made a decision yet. He looked back to Marlow with a raised eyebrow. "Or would you prefer the young miss here lose her head?"

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Character Portrait: Evelyn Blackwell Character Portrait: Alphonse Carmine Character Portrait: Katarina West Character Portrait: Hugh Marlow

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Hugh was, as always, strong, confident, and prepared. Just as she knew he would be. Kat played her part to the 'T', looking dazed and confused until Hugh turned to her and wrapped her in his attention. I am so sorry, my darling. I never thought that-Jacobs, I need you to take care of Katarina. Take her back to her tent and protect her with your life." Kat looked to the poor devil who had been assigned to her. He'd be one of the first to go. She looked back to Hugh, eyes wide with what surely looked like fear, "It will be fine, my love. Wait for me." "Until the end of time, my darling," she said softly as Jacobs moved to escort her away.

They didn't make it very many steps before she heard her dearest friend taking down the guards around them-- including Jacobs, who had made a mad dash for her in an attempt to save his captain- the brave lad. Katarina had remained still, watching him with an innocent look of 'oh, what do I do now?' before she turned to run for her tent. She didn't even make it to turning completely before she felt arms around her. Genuinely surprised, she let out a scream. The feeling of a blade against her throat was all too familiar. With a little whimper, for show of course, she looked to Hugh as the bandit whispered in her ear, "Careful my dear, we wouldn't want to mess up this pretty dress of yours." Al. Her heart nearly faltered, and her words did. By the gods, it was Alphonse. Her sweet, sweet artist. "You'll want to tell these men to lower their weapons," she heard him add, as his attention remained focused on Hugh.

"Hugh!" she had managed to find her voice, but upon speaking, she pretended to have felt her captor's grip tighten on her. She'd wince and make quite a show of being in distress, eyes going wide as Alphonse added, "Or would you prefer the young miss here lose her head?" "Hugh, don't! Just take the ship and leave, just leave, please! You're the captain of the Navy, don't let them do this! Ow, that hurts! Stop it!" she gasps, twisting and pulling on Alphonse's hold. Oh, the irony... to be fighting against the pair of arms you fought so hard to find your way back to- only to try and break away from them and run into the arms you've spent years trying to escape.


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Character Portrait: Evelyn Blackwell Character Portrait: Alphonse Carmine Character Portrait: Katarina West Character Portrait: Hugh Marlow

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Captain Hugh Marlow
The attack, when it came, was nothing like the sort of raids that Captain Marlow had come to expect. In the battles that spanned his days as part of the British Naval Force, pirate attacks were things of pure chaos with no order to their names. The booming of cannons rattled the wooden boards beneath your feet, a thick haze of smoke from discharged guns clogged the air until it was almost impossible to breathe, the shouts from both sides, of blood lust or of pain, accompanied by the clashing of swords, the cacophony masking the gentle lapping of waves against the boats. This was not the battles he'd reluctantly come to know, not the war-like fights between two even sides with the chance of danger and death weighing heavily on the minds of all involved. This was an act of precision, of guerrilla warfare that pirates rarely took part in. They had invaded land, strayed from their watery domain, which could only mean, his mind quickly supplied, that this wasn't a random attack; it couldn't be.

But there was no time to think further as he pulled his dull ceremonial blade from its expensive scabbard, thrice cursing the fact that he'd not kept his own sword at hand. He shifted the handle in his hand, trying to get used to the clumsy, unfamiliar weight before turning, prepared to face down a small platoon of pirates before having their final fight on the boats. He was, for the second time that night, unpleasantly surprised because it wasn't a group of pirates shredding through the men that had stayed to fight on land; it was one woman whose face caused a spark of recognition in his whirling mind that fizzled into nothing as a splash of blood spattered across his face, still warm from the body that crumbled at her feet as the pirate woman stepped over it uncaringly.

A flash of hatred raced through him, further fueling the rage that always consumed him with the appearance of pirates. It didn't matter that she was a woman, she was a pirate, something below human in the eyes of the law. Hugh wasn't one for witty banter during fights- loose lips did tend to sink ships- so instead of replying to the pirate whore, his arm swung backwards with the practice of a million thrusts of the sword, ready to end the miserable wretch who dared to kill his men, who dared to interrupt his wedding, to put his fiancee in danger-

Until, that is, said fiancée appeared before his eyes, held in the arms of a filthy pirate whose gaze was so malicious that Hugh thought for certain he must have seen him before if only to be the one to provoke that reaction. His stomach dropped and liquid ice filled his veins. Katarina- they had his Katarina! He watched her struggle, fear flooding his face as she fought against her captor. His mask of calm control was cracking, his emotions taking reign. His hand faltered, frozen in mid-swing, trembling with trepidation and anxiety.

"You let her go! Don't touch her!" His tremulous shout rang out in the chaos, desperation dripping from each syllable before he could reign it in. He fought to do so in a mighty struggle, the conflict clear on his blood-spattered face.

"I won't relinquish my sword, but you let her go," The words were deeper this time, less frantic and instead filled with a dark promise. "You think I haven't dealt with your kind before? You'd just as soon slit her throat the moment I put down my blade. I don't care what you must think of me; I'm not stupid. Never trust a pirate." He inhaled shakily. His words were as true as the Good Book itself, a harsh lesson he'd learned many years ago. His blade didn't waver in its position, but he knew he had little ammunition to barter with.

"I will come with you, and I won't even struggle, but you leave her. She has no part in this." Each word was as strong as steel, harsh and cold in the balmy night air. "And know this- Captain to Captain- you may take me wherever you wish, but know that my men will come for me. This isn't a victory you'll be able to savor for very long." He grinned then, but it was more of a showing of teeth, like a feral dog as it sized up its opponent.

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Character Portrait: Evelyn Blackwell Character Portrait: Alphonse Carmine Character Portrait: Katarina West Character Portrait: Clayton Shester Character Portrait: Hugh Marlow

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One moment Clay was silently sipping his drink from his post across the party from the captain. The next everything went wrong.

"PIRATES!!!"

Clay was on his feet before the captain and was, and charged to defend his captain. "Clay, Get to me!" He heard the voice, but was already en route. He shoved the frenzied crewmen aside as they got in his way. He cursed these simple cabin workers for their ignorance, and he cursed himself as well for taking position so far from his charge. Suddenly a sea of marines flooded over him, blocking his vision of the captain.

"Damn you you useless cretins, move the hell out of the way!" he growled into the crowd. These untrained and unprepared cockroaches were keeping him from his captain. He resolved to use force. He threw a punch knocking the ingrate in front of him to the dust, following with another to a different crewman. A few bruises were nothing compared to what he would do to them if the captain were hurt. He continued to hammer away through his crew, eventually finding his way out of the crowd. His hands shot to his holsters and drew on the scene.

The captain was held by the blade by some filthy woman pirate. One pistol was trained on her, and the other on the pirate scum holding Katarina at knife-point. His eyes shot lasers to his targets. The only reason he hadn't fired was because the captain would not like his fiance to be drained of blood.

"let the girl free, and your death will be short and painless." He commanded.

The five stood in the most exemplary stand-off he'd ever seen. In one corner stood the pirate man holding Katarina, next to him stood Marlow brandishing a sword, on his right stood the lady-pirate with her own blade, and the whole thing rounded off with Clay, holding a pistol to each pirate's head.

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Character Portrait: Evelyn Blackwell Character Portrait: Alphonse Carmine Character Portrait: Katarina West Character Portrait: Clayton Shester Character Portrait: Hugh Marlow

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Eve glanced over her shoulder at Clayton her brow arching slowly. "You see Sir," She tossed her sword to her left hand spinning the hilt in her hand in such a way to show she hadn't been using her dominant hand. She pulled a pistol from her belt aiming it back at the man behind her "This bullet ain't meant for you darlin' but it can find it's home in your skull as easily. Be a good little lamb." Her tone was as sweet as it was venomous. "Besides are you certain your aim is true, hate for you to kill you dear old cap wouldn't you?"

She finally noticed movement in the woods behind her, her face quickly turned on a look of fear. As she had hoped it had caused Clayton to make a quick glance over his shoulder. It was all the distraction she needed, just a moment. She spun on her heel tucking her gun back in her belt she cleared the distance between the two of them. She used the flat of her sword to smack the man's hand hard enough for him to drop his gun. "You wanna dance pretty boy we play by my terms." She kicked his gun away from him. "Best me with a blade and my men and I will leave with only his little doll in tow. If you lose well then I get everything I came here for." She mocked a bow as she brought her blade up taking a fencing stance. "Age before beauty."

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Character Portrait: Evelyn Blackwell Character Portrait: Alphonse Carmine Character Portrait: Katarina West Character Portrait: Clayton Shester Character Portrait: Hugh Marlow

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This accursed woman, playing dirty tricks just like a pirate would. He stared down the silver blade in her hand. His gun was several feet away lying in the grass, out of reach. He had three more on hand, but he wouldn't take the chance of the male pirate decapitating Katarina. He'd have to play by her rules for now, but he was without a saber.

" Age before beauty."

He held up a hand to slow her down. "Please, Let me hold a blade first." He whistled over a nearby soldier. "Relinquish your sabre soldier" The soldier nodded silently and handed the curved blade over. Clay turned back to the pirate, touching the tip of his blade to hers. They locked eyes for a moment before Clay lunged forward with murderous intent. This was not a battle he could lose.

She stopped him at every thrust, every slice, every single attack he sent would be deflected with ease. He was not one for sword-play. He hated it in fact, but he was trained in it nonetheless. She was much more skilled than he. He had to find a way to get her to drop her guard, she had to have some kind of weakness.