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Post by steph on Dec 25, 2012 10:03:52 GMT -6
Well Thorn at least makes a valiant effort to eat everyone alive. Only Thorkil is exempt. XD
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Post by squonto on Dec 25, 2012 11:59:37 GMT -6
XD Go Thorn
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Post by tmg on Dec 28, 2012 15:48:11 GMT -6
This should be fun. I'm excited to start XD
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Post by steph on Dec 28, 2012 15:52:49 GMT -6
Me too! I think we're just going to wait for Zee to post her form and then we'll start.
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Post by Zee on Dec 28, 2012 17:30:10 GMT -6
Form: Name: Kareem Abincerraje Gender: Male Age: 22 Height: 5'9" Position on Ship: Sailor/warrior Pic/Description: Name: Aquila Abincerraje Gender: Female Age: 16 Height: 5'2" Position on ship: Sailor/warrior Okay, past and personality! I borrowed the name and sort of the history of the Abincerraje family from a legend I read in a Spanish class last year. They were a prestigious family of Arabs (Moors) in Spain during medieval times who were eventually wiped out by a rival family and by the Christians during the reconquering of the Iberian peninsula. So kind of going off that story, I've decided that Kareem and Aquila are brother and sister who grew up in central Spain, but the rest of their family was killed when their land was taken back by the Catholics from the north. They couldn't flee south because the rival family held the lands there, so they left to seek safety and work north in Europe. They're on the ship as sailors/ warriors and Aquila is disguised as a boy for safety. Also they both have eyes like the Afghan girl, because little did most people know, but the Celts conquered the northern half of the Iberian peninsula, and of course the Moors would have mixed with them, so there are a surprising amount of light colored eyes that pop up there sometimes. I think the eyes are a distinctive trait of their family which is why they couldn't just blend in with their rival family to the south. Personality-wise, Kareem is fiercely protective of his sister. He's proud and honest, and he's quick both to laugh and to get angry. He's a scrappy fighter and he tends to get into a lot of fights. Aquila seems more reserved just because of her upbringing that taught her to be quiet and obedient, but really she craves adventure and she's glad she's pretending to be a boy on a viking boat and not getting married off to some older man's harem. She's got nerves of steel and a very dry sense of humor.
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Post by Zee on Dec 28, 2012 20:04:23 GMT -6
BAM double post just to bring the thread up so we can finally start after all my delays.
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Post by steph on Dec 28, 2012 20:32:06 GMT -6
^ WHOO HOO!
It was early morning, but Birka was already in full swing. "A good day to set sail, eh?" Thorkil asked, looking up at the clear sky. "Could be worse," Thorn allowed, but he wasn't looking at the sky. Instead, he was staring at the streets. "I hate Birka." "Even though it's where I bought you?" Thorkil nudged Thorn with his elbow, but the younger man didn't lighten. "You weren't the first," Thorn said, softly, fingers going to the scar on his collar bone a slave collar had left. He dropped his hand and cleared his throat. "You're not seriously leaving me here to find you sailors? Who wants to be on a ship with a seiĆ°-man?" "So long as you don't curse anyone, we'll be fine." Thorkil grinned at him. "I have business before we leave, and I can't send you for that." He ruffled Thorn's dark hair. "No less than three sailors, remember." Thorn groaned. "If you're not back in time I'm leaving without you!" he called after Thorkil's retreating back, but the big viking only laughed.
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Post by tmg on Dec 28, 2012 21:11:58 GMT -6
"But father, I..."
"I don't want any more arguments, Gunnar, boy." An extremely large man, like a hairy boulder, spoke gruffly, dragging a scrawny twig of a boy through the streets of Birka. "You're going on that ship, and that's final. I don't want to hear another word about it. Besides, the captain of the ship owes me a favor."
Gunnar opened his mouth to protest, but closed it once again. He knew that his father just wanted to get rid of him because he was a disappointment, even if his father never said as much. His father, Leif, was the village blacksmith and had served his own time as a soldier aboard a seafaring vessel in his younger years. And here was Gunnar, scrawny where Leif was bulky, weak when his father could crush a rock with his bare hands. Gunnar wanted to tell his father that this would do no good, that he would be even worse at sailing than he was at smithing, but Leif raised one hand to silence his son.
"There he is now," he said, indicating a man just ahead of them. "Thorkil, friend!" Leif called to the man.
(I'm pretending that Leif and Thorkil know each other from Leif's soldiering days, Steph, if that is ok with you)
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Post by steph on Dec 28, 2012 21:19:55 GMT -6
(I was thinking something similar!)
"Leif!" Thorkil called, spreading his arms wide to embrace his old friend. "It's been too long. And this is your boy then?" He grinned at Gunnar. He was small and skinny, and reminded Thorkil of a slightly younger Thorn, though much blonder.
Left on his own, Thorn swung a leg over the ship's railing, spinning thread on his spindle while checking the crowd for anyone who might be promising.
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Post by Claire on Dec 28, 2012 21:25:11 GMT -6
Dalla walked along the docks, looking at ships. She needed to get a job on one of them, doing something. Anything. She'd even pretend to be a man if she had to, she could easily pass for one. She paused in front of a ship with a scrawny, dark haired man sitting on the railing.
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Post by steph on Dec 28, 2012 21:30:19 GMT -6
Thorn paused his work and turned ice blue eyes on the woman there. She was tall and broad and probably got called ugly a lot. "Morning, sister," he called turning back to his spinning. "You looking for a ship?"
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Post by Claire on Dec 28, 2012 21:32:12 GMT -6
"Yes," Dalla replied, looking up at the man. "You looking to hire?"
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Post by steph on Dec 28, 2012 21:36:30 GMT -6
He stopped spinning again and, arms crossed loosely over his knees, studied her again. "I might be. Might have been told not to hire womenfolk. It's bad luck." He'd been told no such thing, and Thorkil would've smacked him if he'd heard, but Thorn wanted to see what she'd say to that.
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Post by tmg on Dec 28, 2012 21:40:19 GMT -6
Leif returned Thorkil's embrace with arms as wide as tree trunks. "Aye, that is has been," he replied, chuckling. "This is Gunnar." He put one arm around the boy lovingly, then gently pushed him towards Thorkil. "Gunnar, this is Thorkil. We go way back."
Yeah, you've only mentioned it a couple hundred times in the past week alone, Gunnar thought miserably. "Hello, sir," he said, voice weak and cracking.
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Post by Zee on Dec 28, 2012 21:40:55 GMT -6
Aquila had wandered down the dock when she overheard the large blonde man tell the slight, dark-haired one to find sailors. She started to follow the second man down the length of the pier when she felt a hand grab her shoulder. Her hand started automatically for the dagger she carried under her coat, but she stopped when she heard her brother's voice. "Where do you think you are going?" asked Kareem. "That man's looking for sailors," Aquila answered, nodding after the young, dark-haired man. "What of it?" said Kareem, even though he knew what she was going to suggest. Aquila turned around to face him. "We can sail," she said. "I can sail," Kareem corrected. "Then sail," said Aquila, turning again. "I will stay in Birka and get one of the good jobs or appropriate husbands that are so abundant here." Kareem crossed his arms. His sarcastic sister had a point. They were nearly broke, and most people in Birka would not hire a Moor even if they had work to be done. "Maybe you can sail a little," he muttered, starting toward the dark-haired man. Aquila followed along behind him.
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