Her hair is cut shorter than in the picture, it will not get in her eyes under any circumstances. A small, lightly built small-breasted woman who is not much taller than the long musket she favors. Brown hair, brown eyes, usually a slight smile on her face - except when she is fighting. Then she is snarling, but a very impersonal snarl, a mask of concentration, not fury. Name
Late teens, looks a bit older. Position
Prisoner, then Able Seaman, Tops'lman, Lookout, Marksman Personality
Outgoing, exuberant - except in combat then she is as coldly impersonal as the flintlock on her musket. She does not expect to win any hand-to-hand fight she finds herself in, and will ovoid such a thing at all costs. Backstabbing somebody? Depends on the circumstances. She refers to start a fight by surprise, from behind, and if at all possible, at long range.Biography
Mary Nash was a born sailor Literally. She was born in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean as her parents emigrated to the Virginia colony. Her father was an oysterman, her mother ran a cookhouse. Mary started helping in the cookhouse as soon as she was big enough to hold a plate, but the sea always called to her, she begged, whined, threw tantrums, snuck aboard and stowed away, whatever it took to be out on the water with her dad. Oyster fishing in the Chesapeake bay was a good life, even for mediocre oystermen, and her father was far from mediocre, he had a knack for it in fact.
But Mary wanted more. She was far from unhappy she loved her parents, her siblings, life out on the bay with her dad was pleasant indeed. But she could see the tall ships entering and leaving the sheltered waters of the great bay and as soon as her brothers were big enough to fill in, she signed aboard a ship headed for the Caribbean.
It was not quite what she had hoped for. The ocean was glorious, she had been out on the open sea before, short trips and the long hours she spent up in the rigging on the journey south were blissful indeed. But the captain... he wasn't the man her father was. A good sort, not particularly brutal to the crew, he took no liberties with her, or the other woman aboard. But he was cheap. The sails were not the best, the ropes were a bit frayed. And the gunpowder in the armory, inferior. This was coming back to haunt them as a strange ship cut through the wave like a knife towards the lumbering old barque... Exceptional attributes:
Visual perception. An eye for detail combined with, despite being illiterate (something she wants very badly to change) an intuitive grasp of practical math which makes her a superb marksman. Not just with firearms, with thrown/hurled items as well. But being a lightly built woman only slightly taller than her musket, she does not expect to win any hand to hand fight she finds herself in. Well, not with an experienced and sober opponent. A drunken landlubber who tries to drag her into an alley is likely going to be dogmeat.Weapons/Equipment
Belaying pin, a hanger (like a cutlass, but a lighter blade), a Musket - not a rifle, not even a high-grade Musket, but it is a weapon she knows very well, knows it's quirks, has fired it many times, calls it "baby". Durable but not flashy clothing, usually goes barefoot aboard ship, has sturdy boots and short coat for use on land. Character's Orientation/Likes/Dislikes
Straight, but since no woman ever got preggers by laying with another woman - becoming a pirate will, um, broaden her horizons. (I will emphatically not
rule out Mary getting frisky with Male characters. If it develops naturally from play, I look forward to any IC relationships and interaction whether long term friendships, falling outs and becoming enemies, moments of post-battle survival sex passion, forced submission due to circumstance, the works!)Player's Offs:
I dislike mutilation, toilet play is a hard no. Scarring - hey, being a Pirate is dangerous. For the most part, if it develops from play in a logical fashion, I'm good with it.