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Amaterasu Mai; Pirate
Topic Started: Jul 1 2007, 07:06 AM (292 Views)
Amaterasu Mai
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Ok, when I registered I thought that pirates were still allowed and I've worked bloody hard on this application for three days straight and now I find that pirates are suspended. Can someone tell me what I should do now? I doubt that this application can be changed now because piracy is key to her character.

[PIRATE]

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Age: 17
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.__[size=1]General Info[/size]__.
Full Name: Amaterasu Mai
Pirate Name: Bloody Lotus
Pirate Name Explanation: My name was born of blood and war on the open seas of Japan and China, the eastern coast and even the western waters. My name was earned through fear, through acts of both bravery, courage and pure idiocy; I have made mistakes, though my reputation began to grow nevertheless. The Nanami Noboru, 'sea rise', my 'ship' and myself, not to mention the small crew that I posess have built up a fearsome reputation, though we are not as renowned as the other pirates of the western ocean - I can only hope for myself to become a legend of such magnitude.
Age: Twenty-nine
Gender: Female

.__[size=1]Appearance[/size]__.
Overall Appearance: I am always dressed in traditional Japanese kimonos, though naturally, my clothing has to be viable for swift movement, and as such my kimonos are made of lighter fabric, with fewer heavy silken layers. Should I wear the full, dynasty kimono then I doubt I would be able to move as swiftly as I am renowned for – my speed would be greatly diminished to say the least. I do wear light armour beneath the layers of my clothing, mainly a hard, sculpted leather and metal-inlaid chest plate, moulded to my shape. I am not a curvaceous woman – Japanese women are not renowned for large bosoms and flowing curves – and this is quite clear to see. However, I am strong – my muscles are well developed and honed to precision that would make even the toughest samurai master proud. I trained under the best whilst in Japan, in the discipline of Kendo, under Master Harutane.

I stand at four feet and five inches; I am not intimidating in terms of height, though my demeanour, along with my charcoal eyes, which are a mix of slate and clear, honest to God black, tend to instil a sense of morbid respect in my enemies. My lashes are not exactly long, though they do a magnificent job of framing my eyes. I am not obsessed over self-beautification; I am in love with the sea, not my own face, and as such what you see is actually what is there, not a mask of fine white powder and cracking red veneered lips. I bathe weekly when I have the time, though as you can imagine, it is indeed difficult when you are a long way from land.

The colour of my hair is inherently black, and has always been as such. My parents and ancestors before me have all had black hair, and in fact most if not all of the Japanese population have naturally black hair, there are very few people who have light-coloured hair in our community unless they are the offspring of one Japanese and one Western parent, which happens now and again, though such matches are frowned upon by the Dynasty. My hair ends at mid-shoulder length, quite long, though I have to hack it off every now and again otherwise it gets in the way of my sea-faring antics, mostly getting caught in rigging.

As for my complexion, I am the colour of most Japanese decedents, though slightly less tanned due to the area of Japan that I was born. Basically, I have a typical east Asian complexion. My mother and father were never distinctly 'dark' in colouring and neither am I, though naturally I have tanned due to being on the open seas. My skin is rich in tones and colours though I do not have any freckles or marks so to speak of on my face, though sunspots have been formed around the edge of my hairline in places.

Scars do litter my body, however, from battles old and new, and from training under the Martial Art of Kendo with swords. Naturally, swords of all kinds are sharp and it is easy to injure yourself when sparring. I have one scar which runs down the back of my neck, curving over my shoulder from the day that Okabi died; his murderers tried hard to kill both the crew and I as well, though luckily, we used our wits and our strengths to get them off our ship and we launched from the dock as quickly as possible. I gave Okabi a pirate's buriel; out to sea on a raft with a candle for the road to the World's End. I loved him, perhaps he will be the only one I will ever love, though I hope not; perhaps I'll have feelings as strong as that for another person one day. My scars serve as reminders of the hardships and the dangers that I have faced, and I would not be without them, though some are uglier than others.

I have an excellent posture - I was schooled vigorously in Japan by my parents and masters of Kendo, and due to the strict training regime my body had to be in the best of condition, and my posture had to be excellent and nothing less for it would not be accepted. I am glad for the training, however, because a bad posture on stormy seas certainly doesn't do you any good when you're trying to sleep or keep your balance on the deck. My back is pin straight, as are my limbs, though my mother has always been dismayed at the size of my feet. Apparently it is not 'good' for Japanese ladies to have larger-than-average feet, though they indeed help with balancing myself.

Hopeful Celebrity: Ziyi Zhang
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Effects: A single samurai sword, finely made, decorated in ivory, never leaves her side. She also posesses other swords of inferior quality, though these usually remain out of sight. She posesses three daggers on her body, within seperate folds of her kimono should she be parted from her samurai sword at any point of a battle. She also owns an ivory, silver and emerald hairpiece that is usually found in her hair along with other small peices of jewelerry; never anything fussy. She uses the hairpiece as a last resort weapon if necessary.

.__[size=1]Personality[/size]__.
Personality: I don't know how to describe myself in a way, for it is something that I have not been asked to do for a long while, not since leaving Japan some nine years ago for the open sea after many things started to go wrong with the Empire, with the imperial family being overthrown and replaced by challengers to Japan's Emperor. I fled, having been tired of the consorts life - I would not have achieved anything had I stayed there and although I have not seen my family for many years, I believe I made the right decision. They got away, apparently, and are living in the West somewhere, though whereabouts I don't know; perhaps I shouldn't know. I am not the daughter they once knew, I am no longer the 'proper young lady' that they raised to be. I have killed, I have fought, I have maimed and I have pillaged. I am a pirate, and I would not change it.

However, that isn't to say I have no regrets. I left behind a comfortable life of privilege and money and society, and I was due to marry into another wealthy Japanese family. My parents had my life planned out from the very start, and I suppose that in many respects I am lucky that I escaped when I did, though naturally, many people didn't have the education that I received growing up. In those early years of childhood I was naive, though then again, who isn't at that age? In a few years that naivety was drummed out through martial arts and through education; I was taught etiquette, how to be a proper Japanese women, how to cook, how to run a household, and how to care for children. My mother and father never did quite prepare me for the open sea, however, and it was a journey that I had to undertake alone.

Some might call me strong, others might call me stupid, though in reality I am brave; yes, I am strong in a physical sense, though strength can take many forms. I feel that I have an innate inner strength that has helped me get by all these years through every hardship that I have had to face, and I would not be able to live without it, quite literally. I know full well that when I first started in life I expected to get everything and anything that I wanted, I expected to be treated like a princess for the rest of my life, though that attitude quickly went out of the window when I chose the life of the sea. I had no choice but to grow up mentally rather than assuming that nothing would change.

Many of my possessions and trinkets had to be sold in order to get where I am, I've had to pillage and steal in order to survive, but the smell of the sea is in my blood, the salt water in my veins, my very blood, and my brain. I could not go back to living a normal existence; it would be...it would be boring compared to this. Yes, I have had dreams of raising a family, though who would want to marry a cutthroat? I may be female but I'm no different to my crew. Any softness left within me was drilled out and swept away with the harsh winds that whip at my face at the helm of my ship.

I will betray you, should I have the chance I would betray anyone if it means that I will survive, though I do abide by the Pirate Code. I am strict with my crew, for laziness only results in injury or the loss of a quick and sudden battle. I do not want to lose my own life and I do not want to lose my crew. You either follow my rules or you get off my ship, and that is the only way I can afford to be. The sea is a dangerous thing, filled with vagabonds and thieves like myself, and we band together when we must. I loved once, and that person is dead, so I am capable of love and kindness despite what some might believe, though I cannot pretend to know whether I will ever feel like that again. Perhaps I should not have loved him, perhaps I should have kept a professional relationship, though thinking back now, it is better to have 'loved and lost' than to never have loved at all.

Overall? I'll be your friend, though don't expect complete and total loyalty if I have something to gain from your death.
Likes: The smell of seasalt and water, whalesongs, the flocks of birds in the skies overhead, her ship, Japan, the Empire, Dynasty clothing, her Samurai sword, Martial Arts, being alive, shoreleave every now and again, bathing, bath oils, jasmine, water lillies, jewelerry.
Dislikes: Being disobeyed, mutany, losing, injury, blood stains, any of her crew dying, not being able to bathe properly, getting seawater in her eyes (though this is something you have to get used to as a pirate), idiots, drunkards
Strengths: Her biggest strength is perhaps her own inner strength, her innate ability to look after both herself and her crew, and her extensive Martial Arts training.
Weaknesses: Family ties, which is why she hasn't gone back to look for her family, young children, fellow vagabonds.

.__[size=1]History[/size]__.
Personal History: I was born in the year 1744 in Feudal Japan in the Edo era to Chiharu and Satoshi Mai, in the east Kanto region of Japan. At the time of my birth, the eldest son of Tokugawa Yoshimune, Ieshige was chronically ill and suffered from a speech defect. Skilled at chess (about which he wrote a book), Ieshige had little interest in governing, and the aging Yoshimune continued to rule during his son's first two years in office.

Due to the issues facing the Emperor and his son, life in Japan wasn't particularly grand at the time that I was born, the country having been through an economic depression. The worst of this had ended by the time I was born, however, and my mother and father had once again regained their 'status' in Japan. My father had once been extremely gifted at the Martial Art of Kendo, and as such my brother and I were also trained in the discipline, though at the time of my birth my father had retired from practicing Kendo. I cannot say that this upset my mother, for she was always worried about him coming to harm when fighting, sparring and teaching Kendo to his understudies.

Despite my father having almost master status over the Kendo discipline, he did not train my brother and I, for he felt that he was getting ‘too old’ and feared that we wouldn’t receive the best if studying under him.

My childhood was a grand one in all honesty, and I did not want for anything; I was extremely privileged, and I had an older brother to care for me and make sure that I did no wrong. Tatsuya was my right hand, and perhaps my left as well, we were one and the same, with a mere two years separating us in age. We trained together under the discipline of Kendo, although he had been studying Martial Arts two years ahead of myself, having started at the age of five. When he was seven and I was five, I began my training. I was a fast learner, though I was always in awe of my brother and the grace with which he moved; I was constantly trying to emulate him, though it took me a long time to become as skilled as Tatsuya was.

I suppose that I will always miss him the most, my big brother, my protector, though he joined the Imperial Guard, protecting the Emperor when I was nineteen. I saw him very rarely after that, but I am getting ahead of myself with the story, and there are plenty of things to tell you before we get to that stage of my life.

When I was ten years old I was betrothed to Kano Nakamura, a boy who was five years my senior at fifteen years. My parents believed it to be an excellent match, and whilst I was pleased that my mother and father wanted to help me make a good match, I have to admit that I was a little sour about the whole thing. My brother had married his own wife at the age of fifteen, though his wife had died during her journey from Japan to Korea. It was never quite explained why she was going to Korea in the first place, but my brother was nevertheless traumatized by his young wife's death. He had not loved her, and she had not loved him, but nevertheless it was clear that they 'liked' each other well enough and would have made a very good family together.

Nevertheless, I put off marrying Kano for as long as possible until the time came that I was eighteen and he was twenty-three. It was also at this time that Ieharu, the eldest son of Tokugawa Ieshige, ruled Japan from 1760-1786. He was unable to assert authority over Japan and many people, including my parents and myself, believed he was leading the country to ruin. It was the perfect time to leave Japan, and so under the guise of darkness after bidding my parents and brother goodbye through two separate letters, I fled on a goods ship to China.

It was around the time that I left that the situation in Japan began to worsen, though I cannot pretend to know much about that period for I did not ask for information about my home country; it was one of the ways I coped with being away, to not think about it. China was an extremely strange place though many customs were similar to those of Japan. I did not linger in China for long; it was a very…dense country and I cannot say that I enjoyed my stay there much, especially due to the fact that I had very little money and had to sell many of my possessions in order to survive.

I embarked on my life as a pirate at the age of twenty, having roamed aimlessly for two years trying and failing to get on board a ship, until I met with a man who called himself Okabi and nothing more. He too was from Japan, though he was far older than I at thirty five. He was a rugged sort of man; long, dreadlocked hair, tanned – though still clearly Japanese - sea-worn skin and eyes of the deepest black I have ever seen and ever will see. I will never get over his eyes, I do not think. Sometimes I still see them in my dreams, the warmth within those irises, keeping me company during the darkest of my days.

He was handsome, and trained in various martial arts. He took me on board his ship and allowed me to work under him as part of his crew; I started from the bottom and worked my way up until I was second-in-command, his consort, even. I call this the golden-age of my life, though at twenty-five most of the crew was massacred and I barely escaped with my own life.

The remaining crew and I rallied together to beat off the invading 'guards' who obviously didn't like Pirates docking at their port. Okabi lost his head in that battle, literally. There are still bloodstains on the deck outside the entrance to the captain's Cabin that will not come out, having been soaked up by the wood. I had lost a friend, a captain, and a lover that day, though the ship was now mine. The Nanami Noboru and I began on another voyage to another sea, with the remaining crew. On the way we picked up vagabonds, though I have not, and will not take a second command. Okabi trusted me with his ship, and I will keep it safe.

At the age of twenty-nine, I have begun to wonder whether there is any place that I have not been; though, there is a place called Port Royale that I have yet to frequent. Perhaps I should visit at some point, I do not know.
Family: Chiharu Mai {mother} Satoshi Mai {Father} Tatsuya Mai {Brother}
Love Interests on TTC: None as of yet.

.__[size=1]Conclusion[/size]__.
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RP example: The sea wind was cold and unrelenting, salt water whipping at the nameless faces of yet another pirate ship, her mistress standing at the helm wrapped in white, her face cloaked in a shroud of darkness from the sail masts around her. God, it was cold. Winter had always been harsh, but never had she seen a winter such as this; it bit into their bones and had caused them to turn to the rum sooner rather than later to warm themselves on the cold mornings and frost-bitten evenings.

Sleeping was even more uncomfortable now, but she wouldn’t go back. Couldn’t go back, not even if she wanted to, for their heads would be had and then they’d be nowhere. Absolutely nowhere, on the journey to no-man’s land; the worlds end with nothing but a candle to light their way in the dark, dead night.

A violent shudder pulled itself through her body and she gripped tight onto the stained wood before her with pale hands, the tan she had possessed long since faded when the dark, dull months of winter came around. Amaterasu had a frown on her face as she contemplated the cold weather that had been unrelenting for weeks. Recently it had taken a particularly nasty turn in terms of temperature. Surely, surely it would get better soon. She could almost smell spring in the air, though that was probably the salt.

Always the salt, though it was a smell that had implanted itself into her blood and her brain, she was addicted to the feel of it on her face and her hands, addicted to the smell of the sea. Whenever she was land-bound for more than a few days it felt alien, as though it wasn’t right to feel earth underneath her feet and to not inhale the bitter smell of saltwater and taste it on her tongue. Of course, that didn’t mean she was opposed to shore leave every now and again; it was nice to sleep in a soft bed and eat good food drink sake or western wines.

Lost in her thoughts, she turned from the helm, rubbing at her arms with the palms of her hands. Amaterasu wasn’t one to flinch often from the cold, and though she was as frozen to the bone as the rest of her crew, she didn’t show it. Her voice was hoarse from shouting commands, though once again she turned to her crew, a stern expression upon her face.

“Left, men! Bear to the left!” and with that, she was at the wheel, turning harshly in a left-bound direction and the ship heaved, creaking and groaning, but conceded in the end, moving swiftly with the currents of the sea, cutting through waves like a knife through butter. She hadn’t seen butter in a while, nor tasted it; oats and water tended to be the usual meal, along with any fruit that they managed to keep. Basic things such as rice kept them going, though she couldn’t complain; as long as there was food and drink in their bellies her crew were good men.

“That’s it! Ease off!” her hands steadied the wheel as the ship righted itself, and she carefully kept her own balance as the ship moved beneath her feet. She’d never quite get over the thrill of commanding this great piece of architecture; and she’d never quite get over the emotional attachments that held her to her ship.

Amaterasu stepped away from the wheel and back onto the deck, looking out across the bleak seascape, searching for land, her hand raised to her brow so that she didn’t need to strain her eyes. Eventually, she parted a layer of her clothing and withdrew a small telescope, raising it to her left eye as she scoured the horizon.

Nothing. Not one single piece of land.

“Keep going straight.” She called again, her Japanese accent having faded in the ten years or so that she had been away from home, sailing across different continents.

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