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This is an open RP based in a city.

Boredom. It's the only word that can describe how you feel as you stare out of your apartment window. You want something more but you can't just place your finger on it. So you've decided to hit the town and have your impulses curbed. If they can be curbed.

Rules:

1.) Basic rules apply for this RP
2.) ABSOLUTELY NO GODMODDING!
3.) Sex is obviously allowed in this RP. No rape if it can be avoided please...
4.) Powers are to be kept at a minimum.
5.) And yes people are free to join at any time.
Basic bio:

Name:
Age:
Species:
Gender:
Appearance:
Orientation:
Height:
Bio: (Keep it short please)

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My characters:

Name: Turbo
Age: 21
Species: Cat
Gender: male
Appearance: Red and yellow longhaired cat with a black and yellow jacket and matching pants. Wearing a plain white T-shirt.
Orientation: Straight
Height: 5'
Bio: (can be seen on my profile under RP characters.)

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Turbo yawned in boredom and slumped over his desk. There was nothing to do at the office he worked at due to finishing his paperwork early so he sat there in his apartment at his desk staring at a keyboard and an empty KFC bucket. "I know! Maybe there's something to do around town!" He said suddenly and stood up. He fished around for his jacket off his bed and then head out of the apartment door being sure to lock it as he left.

Okay, question before I post my information and stuff. I know the RP is going to be based in the city, but can my character start off somewhere else before they arrive there; because my character will eventually end up in the city anyway thanks to their mode of transportation.

(Yes it's absolutely fine for them to start in different places.)

(Sweet. Well, I guess I'm ready. ^^)


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Name: Sheva
Age: 19
Species: Spotted Hyena
Gender: Female
Appearance: Her looks are no different from the standard English pirate. On her head, she wears a tri-cornered hat that’s black with golden trim all around. Five bangs stick from her forehead as the hat covers it. Holes are cut in the center for her ears to stick outward. A silk ribbon is tied around her neck for mere flamboyancy. She wears a sturdy red and black doublet – entirely black on one side and red on the other – which symbolizes power (red) and secrecy (black). There are big golden buttons on the side of it for novelty appearance. Underneath, she wears a sky blue waistcoat over a white lacey cotton shirt. She wears white silken stitched gloves. A crimson sash is tied around her waist to support the weight of her dagger dangling freely. Her cutlass is stitched to the back of her jacket inside a sheathe ornamented with jewels and pendants so she can easily pull it into battle. For her waist and her lower body, she wears white leather breeches that reach down past her knees and cut off into her boots. Her tail is just a gentle stub of a tail. She has a fearsome face, almost demonic in her laughter as her muzzle scrunches up when she laughs out loud. Her fur is mostly concealed underneath all her pirate gear, but she has dark brown fur with spots all around. In high winds, her fur gets ruffled and she looks she just woke up from a slumber.
Orientation: Lesbian
Height: 3'3''
Bio: Click the link and read it for yourself: http://www.sonichentai.net/forum/showthr...p?tid=4126 )

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"Har! T'hart makin' me do all the work, ye cotton pickin' scallywags! Argh, get movin!' We only be so far away from land. T'hart mad if ye thinks ya' can stop now!"

That voice was the voice of pain, the voice of collective intelligence, the scathing rotten voice of one that wrought fear from the uncouthed hearts of many men around the world. This was the voice of Sheva DeVost, captain of the massive sea vessel, C.O.T.S., or so fluently known as Cunts of the Sea. Sailing upon the seven seas was a treasure, a rewarding experience that helped turn her into an adventurer. She loved the smell of the salty ocean, the cool wind blowing through her burnt sienna bangs as she gritted her teeth and let loose her fearsome cackle upon the wings of the air. Her crew, which consisted of twenty males and fifteen females, gave her the respect she deserved. And she deserved that respect because she scared it out of them. They were intent of making sure Sheva was the greatest pirate captain on the seven seas; to ensure she was a truly virile captain that would always look as young as an angel, even at an old age; to ensure her notoriety so that whenever her name was spoken, the world would throw treasure at her feet.

She treated the females with more respect than the males, which no doubt, caused some friction amongst her male crew, but she wasn't one to delve into why she hated her male crew so much. She liked to torture them with little tidbits of information that in the end served them, not her. Nothing was more satisfying to her than torturing her male crew. They always received the more severe punishments which ran from whippings and lashes to one man hoisting the anchor by themselves to cleaning the entire inside of the ship, where as the female crew were given easy tasks such as swabbing the deck or staying on deck and not being allowed to go on missions with Sheva. They rarely received any kind of severe punishment. In fact, she even allowed herself passes to sleep with her female crew on occasion. She was truly free. No inhibitions to ruin her life.

Looking around the area, she didn't see any land nearby. She swiped the map from one of her male crew members and looked at it closely. She held her compass in one hand and the map in the other. Her compass was pointing NNE, while the map indicated NNE was the direction of an unlabeled piece of land. She handed the map back to him and walked back to the leftern-most mast. "So, how far are we from land, Bethany?" she asked one of her female crew.

While that was going on Turbo was busy scoping out the scene around town. So far none of the girls he found were interested in a night out. Primarily because they were all too young.
"Boo... Not a single one so far." He remarked walking along the sidewalk. "Maybe I'm just looking in the wrong places..."
"Maybe you are." A female voice replied.
"Hmm? And you are?" Turbo asked turning towards the voice to see a brown furred female cat walking his way.
"Oh just on my way home." The cat said in reply. "I would be interested but not today. Maybe if I see you again we could do something together."
"That's great to hear but I still didn't get a name." Turbo stated.
"Kendra. And you?" The cat replied coyly.
"Just call me Turbo. Erm... Say how old are you?" Turbo asked hopefully. "I'm 21 so I'm looking for someone around my age..."
Kendra smirked at him and replied. "I'm 20. Perhaps I'll see you around sometime."
She then walked off into the crowd until Turbo couldn't see her anymore.
"And there's one." Turbo stated then realizing he didn't ask for her number. "Man... And running into her again is slimmer than thinly sliced ham... A view of the ocean should clear my head up."
Turbo then made his way to the harbor to get a view of the ocean before he wanted to head back to his apartment.

A yellow haired sheep girl with less stylish pirate clothing than her fearless captain shouted at her from the deck. "We're about 25 miles inland, Cap'n Sheva!" she said.

"How appropriate that we should be makin' landfall very shortly if the waves don't give us a complete overhaul again," she smirked. "Me pantaloons be chafin' like a bitch from the waitin.’ So, none ya’ scallywags expect us to make landfall by sunset, do ye’?” she said to one member of her male crew. Scallywags and yellowbellied eels were common insults given by Sheva to her twenty man crew. She didn’t expect herself to get any more severe with the name calling, as whipping and beating them until they wept was more satisfying than cursing at them violently all day. She guessed she was going to be on the sea for a good little while before they were to hoist anchor.

“At our current speed and at the rate the winds be pushin’ the sails, I’d say we should make it to land in about three hours or so,” the one-eyed Maxi said.

“Well, it be a darn shame I can’t give ya’ fifty for what ye just called an estimate! I don’t expect estimates on me ship, Maxi. I expect clear-cut results! As clear-cut as my clit, ya’ understand? So I want an exact time frame as to when we be making landfall before I toss ya’ overboard!” she hissed at him. She watched him scurry in a frenzy back to the map and his compass and began punching in his calculations again. Sheva climbed the mast and met with Bethany and kissed her on the cheek. “See what happens when ya’ get exact results, Maxi? Ya’ get rewarded,” young Bethany here told me we be 25 miles from land. What do you tell me? About three hours from land? What does that mean to me? Either ya’ find me somethin’ specific or I throw ya’ overboard, but not before I give ya’ fifty lashes!”

Turbo leaned against the railing of the overlook into the ocean. As much as he hated swimming he liked to watch the waves from a safe place rather than right next to them it helped keep his mind off things like meeting some girl he'd probably never see again. "D'oh!" Turbo remarked smacking his face. He just thought of the girl he just saw again. Rubbing his face he looked to the horizon. Something was in the distance. "Looks like a... Sailing ship? Who uses a sailing ship these days? We've got planes, and cars, and... Cruise ships... yeah cruise ships..."