GoreFish
Posts : 2909 Join date : 2010-05-01 Age : 30
| Subject: Paige Conleth Tue Aug 09, 2011 4:52 pm | |
| -Simple Information-Name: Paige Conleth Also known as: "That weird kid", "You know, that one", "The one with the flames", "the one who never pays", "troublemaker","dirty goddamn arsonist", "pyromanic psycho", and a lot more given to her by the population of whatever island she resides on, but most aggravating is the marine's inofficial nickname, " Spiderfang's little lapdog". The only official one is " Amber", for the goggles she wears, which are almost iconic for her by now. She wears them every time there's a fire around, and sometimes when there isn't, because she loves how the world looks through them, all golden and sunny and bright and a little blurry. Age: 22 Species: Human Gender: Female Loyalty: Pirate Affiliation: At the moment, more of a loner Occupation: Arsonist/ Firebreather: If counted as an actual occupation, since it is definitely the thing she loves doing most. Arsony does not have any sort of mastery level, since it's usually just laying fire, which requires little practice, though she is good at it. As a firebreather, which requires more practice, though it's for show rather than combat,she isn't quite as good, thanks to an astonishing lack of talent. She still tries very hard though. Athlete: As Paige grew up in a fitting environment and has been trained to be an athlete since early childhood, her mastery level of this is very impressive. Though mostly, the tricks she learned are circus stunts, she can utilize them in battle if she has to. Still, they are bound to not be of much use. Bounty: 100 (petty theft and beatings), 50 (serving under a captain of bounty 3.000.000 or more), 1050(assaulting a marine), 6000 (damaging marine property) 3.000.000 (piracy) 6.000.000 (sinking a ship), 1.000.000 (murder) = 10.007.200, Dead or Alive * Specialty: Arsony: Aside from laying fire the oldfashioned way, or, giving the profession that started it all, breathing it, Paige also has her ways of using it in combat. Complicated and hard to master, of course, but still dangerous, as fire has the tendency to be. Goals:To live life so that she won't have to regret anything once she's done Though she'd never admit it, it would be nice to not be all alone anymore Avoiding Veruca would be great... Funds: 10.000.000 (Started out with a small fee from the mercenaries, from which she buys her equipment. Instead of ever owning a boat, she "hitchhikes", as she calls it, which is another way of saying she hides out on the ships she finds and just waits where they take her.) * Level: 0^ Posts till next level: 10/20* -Appearance information-Physical appearance: (one paragraph minimum per category): Body:Paige isn't of impressing size, which always annoyed her a little, being barely 5'1'' (1,55 m), maybe reaching 5'2'' (1,57 m) when she stretches, which means she has to look up to just about everyone, which she got used to fairly quickly. She learned that snarcking up to someone is almost as good as spitting down on their heads, that headbutts to the stomach are mostly not expected, and that most people have trouble hitting someone who's small and fast enough to creep through even the smallest openings. Additionally to her small size, she's also very slim and doesn't show much of the large bust of wide hips her mother had, neither her tanned, soft skin. Not to say Paige's skin isn't soft... Or wouldn't be, if she cared. It's just that she's a bit on the pale side, and has oil, ash or dirt combined with bruises or scratches from smaller friendly fights on her at all times, so it's a bit hard to tell. People might think of her as an unimpressive littly tomboy when described like that. They're awfully wrong. Paige may look a bit less feminine when compared to her more busty female counterparts, but she is impressive in her own way. Let's say she has her way to stick in people's minds (more on that in personality). She's as light as she looks, though she possesses the well toned muscles of an athlete,which always have some tension in them, even when she's relaxing. It's as though her bones are filled with air, and she uses that for her stunts. Her legs may be a little longer than normal, or perhaps it just looks like that because her arms are a tad bit shorter. Who knows? If people don't pay specific attention to it, they won't even notice. Overall, she might well be cut out of a fairy book, all cute and petite, and somehow elegant.... If fairies wore trenchcoats and got into fights regularily, and not the elegant magic kind either. Face:Paige has a roundish, heart shaped face with a bit of a pointy chin, which she tends to push forward a little, making the smirk she always has on her lips even more mischievous and insolent. Those lips aren't especially full, and often chapped since she tends to bite them, but they fit the rest of her in their chaoticness. The smile they put on display always reaches her yellowish brown eyes, makes them sparkle in an impish, but not necessarily mean way. These eyes are by far one of the prettiest parts of her, almond shaped and big, and always filled with life. Though she doesn't know it, they are part of why people feel attracted to her, or find her generally likeable. The dark, curved eyebrows above them used to be burned off a lot, but not since she has gotten her protective goggles. Since she doesn't really care about plucking them (a friend used to take care of that for her), they tend to look wild, luckily they're naturally rather thin in shape. The entire bone structure of her face, as in the rest of her body, is rather frail, safe for the cheek bones, which are one of the most prominent features of her face next to her eyes. Nose and ears aren't as noticable when compared to them, but if paid attention to, one might notice that Paige has a snub nose and that her ears are a bit bigger and more pointy than normal. Hair: Paige used to have long, dark, flowing hair that made other girls pale with jealousy, but cut it (or rather, had it cut) short. And I'm talking boy short. Even in her neck, in which her hair is at it's longest, it barely reaches past her ears. In the front, it falls down to the middle of her forhead, at least when it isn't burned off or fried a little, in which case it is, of course, shorter. Those regular burnings are also the reason why her cut is very inconsistent and her hair is mostly wild. Luckily, it's naturally a bit curly, and so it looks passable at most times, except when it's very bad, in which case it could still be seen as... artistic. It's always at least a bit frizzy though (people wonder why she'd get so close to the fire when she has so much experience with it). Additionally to the burnings, Paige used to dye it (or have it dyed, rather) red. Her friends thought it would fit her job and fighting style better this way. She didn't really care, and so it washed out over time. It really is a miracle that her hair is still holding on this well, it looks very healthy for what it's been put through. Now, it's it's original colour, dark, dark black, though it seems to go over into red when seen in the right light, a remain from the former colour perhaps. Non visual information: Paige has a voice that can be both soothing and incredibly annoying. Though her vocal range only reaches from very high to slightly deeper than medium, she can use it in such a variety of tones that sometimes it's scary. She has a special talent for mimicking voices, though it's only done for fun and not ever professionally. What for, anyway? An arsonist doesn't really need a voice that much. In fact, an arsonist must be aware that being so close to smoke all the time is rather bad for the voice. As a result of her profession, Paige's voice is smoky in the best case, but coarse in most. When speaking, she tends to not only gesture a lot, but also changes the volume, tone and pitch within her vocal range constantly, always fitting the subject. She always smells of smoke a bit, sometimes of the things she uses, like petrol, but also, surprisingly, there's quite often a sweet smell underlying it all. It's sugary strawberries, actually, her favourite food, and if anyone would feel the dire need to lick her face, they would surely be able to taste a little sweetness under all the disgusting petrol and coal related tastes. Extra features: Aside from the smudges, scratches and the few freckles hidden under said smudges, there is nothing unusual about Paige's face. If she was, for some reason, to ever take her clothes off, one would get to see quite the collection of unusual features. The first and biggest things are the many scars, smaller and bigger ones. All of them, with only the slightest exception, are burnings caused from her not being careful enough when playing with fire again. The most prominent ones are the ones on her fingers, all ten of them. The tips got charred and burned so often in her life that they're basically made out of scars, the fingerprints are completely destroyed (yet she doesn't want to wear protective gloves, at least not those protecting her fingertips. Why? Maybe she likes the constant reminder that fire can bite, even her.). The second scar certainly noticable, situated on her back, just below her right shoulderblade, reaching down to her hip is a very big burning scar. It stretches to a bit over the middle of her back. But both of those scars, when seen in importance and consequence, pale in comparision to a much smaller, less noticable one. On her left shoulder, there's a small, very clean wound scar. Whatever caused it must have went right through her, as she has the same scar on the other side of her shoulder, and specialists will of course be able to tell it's from a gunshot right away. As for other rare features, she has some tatoos, one on her left wrist, a decorated, curved V, one on the other wrist, another decorated letter, M. They're normally concealed under her fingerless gloves and the bandages she has wround her wrists additionally, as she can't stand looking at them, but can't bring herself to destroy or remove them either. Clothing: When it comes to clothing, Paige has a strict style. A very chaotic strict style, which always futures two components: One is her long trenchcoat, made out of fire- proof material. It's a bit too big for her, as is especially seen on the arms, which she has to roll up a bit. It reaches the middle of her lower legs, and is very dark green in colour. On it, she keeps a small collection of buttons in all colours, about ten of them, six on the right side, four on the left side. Whenever she finds a new one she likes, she adds it to her small collection. The second component are her old flying goggles. Those don't have any use, they basically do nothing. But the glasses have been replaced with thin, very thin plates of amber. This is because Paige just loves the way fire looks through the gem. Her usual outfit, of course additionally to the coat and goggles, consists of a black shirt, comfortable, ripped and washed out jeans of a light gray colour, and cowboy boots, always leather, with some decorations along the sides. They reach up to a bit less than half of her lower leg, and she wears them over her jeans, so that they world around may feast it's eyes on their dark red colour and overall flashyness. The shirt in this outfit is made of simple matter, it offers no protection at all and is basically a shirt anyone could buy in any shop, if it wasn't for the thing on it. On it is a jolly roger, almost cute with it's big eyes, though it does it's best to look evil. The blood splatters over it's surface and the small, spiderlike fangs certainly help. In it's teeth, it holds an ace of diamonds, bloodsplattered as well (the bloodsplatters really are part of the jolly roger, they almost look cartoonish), and there's a small, dark violet tophat on it's head. It's not her jolly roger, that'd be dumb, why should her jolly roger look like that? But it's the one of her old crew. The shirt has very, very short arms, it's almost more of a top, but it has enough to qualify as a t-shirt. She tugs the shirt into her pants, which isn't hard, seeing as it's a pretty tight garment and would probably be harder to wear over the aforementioned piece of clothing. To round the outfit off, she wears a leather belt around her waist, of the same colour her boots have, dark red. Sometimes, she also wears a dark gray hat, made of simple cotton, though it's flammable qualities have her only take it out when she doesn't plan on burning anything in the next few minutes, which is rare. Though she barely changes outfits, there does come a time when even Paige has to admit going on in this one would be dumb. One of those times is in extreme heat. Now, any normal person would remove the coat, but Paige wouldn't, ever. Instead, she removes the shirt under it, replacing it with a much smaller, thinner and dark red variant with the same, though smaller jolly roger on the left side (it's mostly covered by the coat though), which shows her midriff. It's actually a top, but no one will ever know, since the nonexistant arms are hidden by the coat anyway. For such occasions, she also has shorter pants, only reaching the middle of her upper leg. They look as used and raggy as the other pair she has, even have the same colour, but hey, they're shorter. Boots and goggles stay, of course. As for other, more special occasions, Paige has one single dress. She barely ever wears it, doesn't even know why she keeps it around. She supposes it's just one of the favourite things that were ever given to her. She likes the way it feels, smooth and cool, the absolute opposite of her normal self, but hey, everyone needs a little time off from who they are once in a while. As for the dress, it's made out of dark, black silk, the expensive, high quality kind, and is most likely the most expensive thing Linette carries around with her, as far as non burnable or burning things go. The seam barely reaches over her knees, and it's slit open on both sides up to almost her waist to allow her more freedom of movement, which was something she persisted to have. For the same reason, it doesn't have arms, and is usually worn with something under it, which Paige quietly ignored so far. It's high cut, asian style, and has red and yellow decorations on it. Though those are barely lines, and a few flowers at the lower left, those fiery colours are another reason why she likes the dress. Thing is, there is never, ever occasion to wear it. No one knows why she doesn't wear the thing if she loves it so much. Maybe it really is because she's afraid it might get burned.... It would explain why, the few times she's actually had it on, her trenchcoat went right over it. -Personality information-Personality Overview: Entertaining people and picking fights with them... Hey, one and the same, right? Paige has always seen it that way, and doesn't really see the hostile part of punching someone in the face. She can be childish in the best way, joyful, outgoing, party loving. But she can also be very naive. She's quick to trust, and lacks understanding in how people feel or what they think, something that got her a massive amount of trouble in the past. Act first, think next: that is how she usually does things. She's very impulsive, and I mean very impulsive. And usually, she follows her first impulse, which, again, leads to a lot of trouble often. That's why no one would ever put her in charge of anything. It's not like she's stupid, she can be intelligent and even sly sometimes, but, well... plans aren't a big strenght of hers, common sense isn't a big strenght of hers, thinking isn't a big strenght of hers. Her attitude is much too mischievous, sometimes malignantly so, she loves her risks and her fun way too much to be anything close to dependable, and has been known to just disobey her orders when they don't strike her as fancy enough all of a sudden. This can even be in the middle of combat, when she has a sudden change of mind and decides that she actually doesn't really want to fight. Many an opponent has been left standing around dumbfounded by her. But she's an optimist, even in the darkest of situations, she remains cheerful and nice, even towards her enemies, two seconds before she tells them that she will now go on and burn them alive. Her moral standards seem to be impressively low. The things she's done, she's never shed any tear about. And they were far, far from nice. Possibly even worse than that: They lack any kind of moral motive. Just two girls having fun in a very big way. But she was always loyal. Aside from the friendly backstabberies that were part of the game. She wouldn't actually ever go far enough to endanger people she cares about, but somehow, it's hard to make out who she cares about, she's even charming towards her worst enemies, and can be relentlessly cruel towards her friends, if she actually had any. Another problem with that is that she has a problem with telling when exactly she crosses a line, even if it's only something as simple as "hey, is kidnapping their loved ones fun to them or not?". The only thing that seems to get her out of this usual cheerfullness seems to be family. Not blood, family. Though she curses them often enough, and even after what happened, she'd still slay anyone without second thought if they dared lay a hand on them or even just badmouth them. Maybe because she cares, maybe because she wants to be the one to finish them. In that aspect, she is like a kicked puppy: a bit lost and confused, but still undeniably loving towards the master that set it out into the rain. Living in the here and now is of essence to her, because otherwise, she'd have to think about the past, and that'd only drag her down. Maybe inside, she actually really wants to have someone to show her the way, to give her life some kind of sense again... But she'd rather die than admit it. Likes, Dislikes, Hopes and Fears: Likes/Hopes: Do I even have to say it? You could say Paige likes fire. Okay, she's absolutely obsessed with it. So much one could come to think it's worth more to her than any human being. That's stupid. She knows fire isn't human. But wouldn't it be nice if it was? Anyway, moving on, she also tends to collect things, though the things she collects are few. Mostly, she collects buttons. Those small things you put on clothes? Yeah. The crazier the better. When it comes to food, she loves everything sweet, but especially sugared strawberries. In humans... Oh well, she doesn't really seem to care. They're there, and they're her audience, even if it's only for one night, even if she burns their houses down the next day. Her life is a big party to her, she could be dead tomorrow after all. She doesn't want this party to end, ever. Dislikes/Fears: There aren't many things Paige openly dislikes. She doesn't even openly dislike people who openly dislike her, mostly because she just cares too little about what they think. She's not one to hold a grudge, either, so all her dislikes are rather short timed and then turn into neutrals again. There are things she dislikes though. One of them is Veruca, who betrayed her. Another is people who dislike Veruca or Michael, excluding herself. Lastly, people who put fires out. Sooo annoying. It's like destroying a work of art! Imagine, you put your life into laying a fire, all your love goes into it and you just want to relax and watch that house burn down, but noooo, there are the firemen. But aside from that, almost everything is fine and dandy with her. Life is cool. It shouldn't have to end, not hers... Truth is, she's afraid of death, more than any usual person is. It's not so much the not being there that scares her, the being gone, but the fact that she knows nobody will come cry at her grave. If they'll even get her one. She comes, she sees, she leaves or destroys. Contacts, friends, she doesn't have. She used to, but not anymore. And if she was ever to find anyone new, she would be dreadfully afraid of losing them as well. But she doesn't show any of that to anyone, not even the persons affected. -History information-** 1. The earliest events: - Spoiler:
Paige was born on a hot summer evening, hot and dry, like many a summer evening on the island her family resided on that year. She wouldn't remember it in the future, of course, neither would she think it important, but maybe it was. It wasn't a good place to stay, the next town was still a while away, but, as they did for everyone, the caravan stopped when her mother gave birth. She was a tightrope dancer at the small circus, a much beloved one, and it had been a bad thing for her to get pregnant, especially since she couldn't or wouldn't tell who the father was. Looking back to it, maybe Paige didn't have the best start. Even when she was many weeks away from being born, she was a bad sign, for her mother couldn't do her act anymore, and the circus was short one athlete. And then, when she was born, as if to rub it in, barely an hour after her first scream, a big woodfire broke out. Those weren't rare in the part of South Blue the caravan had stopped in. But, hadn't they stopped, they knew, they would still have escaped it, though narrowly. They had to free ten of their animals that night, the hay in their cages had caught fire. After a long search once the fire was over, they found three of them alive, and two carcasses, barely recognisable. Of the things that had caught fire, the tents and belongings, they couldn't save any. All this happened during Paige's first night on earth. Many of the circus folk murmured, talked behind her mother's back that Paige had been born under a bad sign. They said she was a sign of destruction, and that death and chaos would follow her wherever she went. Her mother knew of this, but still, she held on bravely, and Paige grew up with people watching her back curiously, some mistrustingly, especially the fortune teller, a superstitious woman with a daughter just a year older than Paige, Veruca, who was just as much lacking a father.
2. Veruca: - Spoiler:
As Paige grew up, people around her grew to love her. She had a mischievous charm that made them forgive and forget, even though she was far from a saint. When she was barely three, they started training her, seeing what kind of things she would be good in. Soon, they settled for making her an acrobat, much like her mother, but her interests, though she didn't know it back then, were of different nature. There weren't many children in the circus, and so Paige didn't have any friends her age for the longest time, up until she was five. It was when she was practising her skills unsupervised, something she wasn't allowed to do, but did anyways, that she ran into someone just about to do the same. It was a girl named Veruca, a knife thrower, contortist and fortune teller in the making, and they hated each other at first sight. Veruca was the daughter of the fortune teller, the one person who was still not quite as trusting towards Paige, something her daughter had taken in, and thus, Paige and her, though they lived so close, had never exchanged more than the necessities of conversation, and even those begrudgingly. Maybe it was another sign that their first conversation would be an argument. It started with them accusing each other of breaking the rules, then bragging that with their skills, they didn't even need to be watched over, then agreeing on making it a contest, only to see that they couldn't really judge two disciplines so different, and lastly accusing each other of cheating. After a while, they fell into an angry silence, watching each other as they practised, but, at the same time, acting like they didn't care at all about what the other was doing. This didn't last long, one snappy remark fell, which was countered with another, which was countered by a thrown knife barely missing it's target, but causing it to fall and finally crash on the knife thrower. Paige got a concussion that day, but was lucky otherwise, save for a few bruises and black spots, Veruca broke her arm, which didn't keep either of them to get into a gigantic fight, leading to even more bruises and scratches, more destruction of property in the tent, and enough noise to attract half the circus. Both of them were grounded, and had to spend the rest of the day standing next to each other, facing the wall of one of the wagons in infinite boredom, which they quickly decided to relieve themselves of by whispering insults under their breath. Thus was the beginning of a wonderful friendship. For the following years, their rivalry went on, but took on a most peculiar shape: instead of fighting against each other, which they deemed boring, they teamed up and took on other kids, even older ones, tackled new tasks with enthusiasm and the certainity that this time, they would surely best their partner in crime. It was very clear to everyone that they actually liked each other quite a lot, in Veruca's dominant, decisive, competitve behaviour Paige had found her perfect match.They were quite the troublemakers, the athlete and the knife thrower, they played their little games, games that could get very dangerous for everyone involved and, under Veruca's lead, took on a more and more piratey theme. The even got into knife fights, though rarely, with the knifes Veruca had stolen from her tutor in the field of knife throwing. It lead to a few cuts that were hard, but not impossible, to explain to their parents, but most of all, it taught them first hand the basics of knife fighting.
3. The beginning of something fiery: - Spoiler:
And then, one day, the day of her ninth birthday, Paige and Veruca got to watch a very special private performance. Michael was a fire breather, fifteen years of age, and a good one at that. Paige had seen fire breathing before, and didn't think it different this time, what a boring present, but when it had gotten dark outside, and Michael started his performance, something was different. Something clicked inside her head, and she knew this was what she had wanted all her life. During the next few weeks, she never left home without a pack of matches, and burned her lips and fingers more than in all the following years of her life combined. It went on until Veruca literally pushed her to ask Michael if he could maybe teach her. The boy was surprised, but, after leading a long discussion with her mother, agreed to take her in as a student. Paige's mother was worried, she'd rather see her daughter do something safe, or at least safer, and of course,people started talking again, about how of course Paige would take to fire of all things, and how they remembered, on the night she was born... and so on. Paige knew the story, but didn't really care, and though she lacked the talent for fire breathing, she loved her new profession with all her heart. The only problem was that maybe, she loved fire a little too much. She was a very greedy student, always wanted to learn something new, and Michael could barely keep up, but after a year or so, they could already do smaller team performances, in which Michael took over the more dangerous things, of course. The only time when it actually got pretty dangerous for Paige, though deservedly, was when, after begging Michael for hours and hours, they studied a new trick, one combining Paige's athletics and their fire breathing. She was barely twelve, and let's just say her back has never been the same. A small miscalculation, one hell of a burning to suffer from. Maybe that was necessary. It showed her that fire could bite, even her. Though it didn't have much of an effect, if anything, it made her love it more. Michael, though was a bit worried. He made her wear his fireproof coat from then on, the same coat she wears until today, though it was still new back then.
4. Why not go on an adventure? - Spoiler:
Years went by, and soon, it was Paige's fifteenth birthday. She was, by that time, a young lady, though she wouldn't have anyone call her that, her hair was still long and flowing, and she was quite an able athlete, and an acceptable fire breather. But none of that is important. What is important is that Veruca, sixteen years of age, came to her with an idea, an offer to make. She revealed that she wanted to leave the circus, go out to the sea and live the life she had been dreaming of, that of a pirate,which she saw as the greatest of adventures, and that she wanted Paige to come along, for she wanted her on her crew and could not imagine what to do without her support or their arguments and friendly backstabbings. Paige didn't understant why she would do that. Sure, the circus got pretty boring after a while if you had grown up in it, but what was so great about being a pirate? She told Veruca that, and her friend just shook her head and said that in that case, she'd wait. The truth was, Paige would have left with her any time, if it hadn't been for leaving Michael behind. The fifteen year old boy from back then had grown into a twenty one year old man, and quite a handsome one at that. Paige would never have admitted it, but she had a bit of a crush on him, nothing serious, but enough to keep her there for another year, in which Veruca had often been close to leaving alone, but never went through with it. By then, Paige just went with telling Michael about her wish to go with Veruca, and asked him if he would, possibly, consider coming along. He couldn't believe her at first. Then, when he did, he thought about it for a long time before shaking his head. This place was his home, and he wouldn't leave it. He was needed here, even without a partner. Paige had seen this coming, but it still broke her heart just a little. A few moments, she said nothing, then, in her energetic way, with a smile on her face, she jumped up and told him that that was all cool with her, that she had always known he was too much of a wuss to go and become a pirate just like that, and that really, it had been Veruca's idea to have him join. Then, before he could answer, she turned and ran away. The following days before Paige and Veruca left, she didn't talk to him anymore, avoided him as much as possible. No one but the three of them knew about their little plan, and so no one stopped the two girls when they quietly left one night. They would get a ship, a small one, with some savings, see if they could get a few crewmates, at least a navigator in the next best town and haul ass as fast as they could. That was the plan. It would all be a little harder than they had imagined. People in the small village weren't exactly prone to suddenly turn into pirates, especially not if they were to be led by two teenagers who obviously didn't know too much about the world. They spend a day there, almost giving up, when Michael found them. The first reaction was to fight, since it was obvious he wanted to bring them back, right? As it turned out, though, Michael wasn't there to fight them or to drag them back, he knew that he couldn't really go up against them, especially Veruca, once they had decided on something. Instead, he offered to join them, since they would, he knew, need at least a little help out there. Paige was inclined to say yes right away, Veruca was less trusting. In the end, they settled for him being allowed to stay with them if he could get them a ship. Veruca was absolutely sure he couldn't, he didn't have the money to buy it or the guts to steal it, and so she gave him one day to fail his mission. On the next day, to her surprise and Paige's joy, Michael had gotten the a ship. Thing was, it was a small one, one he could afford, that could hold three people. Going to see in that ship was madness... but a promise was a promise, and so they set sail.
5. Making a name: - Spoiler:
The next four years, the three of them formed the center of a rapidly growing crew. The first year was spent in the childish believe, at least by the two girls, that this was all some sort of big adventure, like one of their games, just better. Veruca was the first to get a bounty, as the captain of the spiderfang pirates, as they called themselves, and that bounty would grow as rapidly as their crew did. After that first year, and after they had experienced first hand what it was like to be a pirate, they, or at least Veruca, decided that no, this was not a game, but that it was still fun as hell. Paige? She still sees it as a game, to an extent, although she knows it's a game that could get her killed. That's what makes it so thrilling. At that point in time, with Paige being seventeen, Veruca eighteen, and Michael (who was the only voice of reason in the whole crew) twenty three, the crew already had twenty other members, and the treasures they had found had bought them a bigger ship. Veruca was an excellent leader, dangerous and charismatic, and growing more beautiful and more lethal with every passing day. Today, when Paige thinks back to that time, which she rarely ever does, she figures it's the best time of her life, tieing only with the time her and Veruca were very small, playing pirates instead of being pirates. They plundered, destroyed, murdered, and all in all, were the worst kind of scum, lacking any empathy or morals. Good times... How cruel they really were, Paige never thought about. It was her, Veruca and Michael, the rest of the world didn't even matter.
It was only a few weeks after Veruca got her first bounty that she got hers: 7200 for serving under Veruca, who had a bounty of exactly 3.000.000 at that time, for all the barfights she had started, which, she guessed, counted as beatings, and for assaulting a marine who had gotten too close to Veruca for her tastes, and additionally burning the base down later that day, which really hadn't been her idea, but the result of a bet. Okay, it had just been the kitchen. But it seemed to count as marine property nonetheless. To tell the truth, she was a little disappointed she wasn't counted as a pirate. Even Michael was counted as a pirate! So, from then on, she tried even harder, a stupid little fight over her nonexistant honour, and, by the time Veruca had hit 7.000.000, she was finally recognised by the marine as a dangerous criminal, gaining an additional 3.000.000. That shouldn't have made her as proud as it did.
During the next three years, a lot of things happened. The first was that the crew, which meant Paige, as it's first mate, as well, grew more and more notorious, especially Veruca, who was soon considered a real threat, and, by the end of their time together, got her bounty to 30.000.000. Paige ended up with her current bounty, though she tried real hard. At some point, she just stopped caring. Dumb marines didn't know what they had with her. Besides, murder, arsony and jaywalking wasn't fun when she only did it for fame. Nothing was. Even her newly acquired habit of looking at the flames through the thin amber goggles Veruca had given her for her ninteenth birthday, and which she is usually recognised by couldn't have made it any better. Much more important than that, though, was how the three friends, or friendly rivals, grew apart. Veruca grew up. She grew up into a cruel, absolutely scary pirate captain, but she grew up nonetheless. Michael grew uncomfortable with the way things were going. He had wanted to protect the two girls, but it wasn't hard to realise those two did not need protection, the world needed protection from them. And Paige.... Paige was in the middle of it all, and even with her lacking social skills, could see something wasn't quite going right here. She could feel Veruca growing tired of their games, even the backstabbing part, which she had always enjoyed, and she could feel Michael getting more and more distant from her. She didn't understand either, and it made her uncomfortable. Still, she went along with it, hoping, perhaps, that it was just a phase that'd pass. It wasn't and it didn't.
6. The end of a world/The beginning of now and here: - Spoiler:
Thinking back, it is hard to tell when it all ended. Maybe it was doomed the day it started. Maybe if the fire hadn't broke out the day Paige was born, Veruca wouldn't have been raised to hate her, their rivalry would never have any ground, and their chemistry would have made them become friends instead, real friends. Maybe then, Paige wouldn't have become obsessed with fire, and Michael would have stayed just some boy at the circus. Maybe if Michael hadn't been part of the crew, Paige and Veruca would have gone on alone and lived and died together. If Michael wouldn't have come, and if Paige wouldn't have been in love with him, and if Veruca wouldn't have been so dominant and proud, and prone to try and hurt Paige, just to see if she could, as both of them had since their very first meeting.
When the end started is hard to say, but it was final when Michael voiced his concerns towards Veruca. Well, more like tried to talk sense into her one day, when she was about to kill the hostages they had taken even though the ransom had already been delivered. Michael had a strong sense of justice, and it had been hard for him to keep his mouth shut all this time. This, he could not just watch. So he stepped up to Veruca, and he demanded she let those people go. Paige now finally understands why he acted that way, even though she doesn't have a supreme understanding of human psychology, she isn't a moron. Still, she thinks he's an idiot for not seeing Veruca's reaction coming, after all, both of them had seen how she handled disobediance. He had been an idiot for not seeing it coming, and she had been an idiot for thinking Veruca wouldn't have it in her to do it (after all, she always let it pass when Paige was disobediant), and Veruca had been an idiot because she shot him anyway.
It was all very unreal at first, Paige could tell what had happened, but somehow the messages her brain delivered to her still ended up nowhere, as her head was very empty. It was only when Veruca dumped the body overboard, when Paige heard the splash that she realised that Michael was dead. Without realising what she was doing, she jumped Veruca. It was suddenly okay with her that it meant Veruca had finally won the game they had played since they had been little kids, and she didn't mind the grin on her friend's, sister's and enemy's face that told her she knew she had finally bested her. What mattered was that Michael was dead, and that Veruca had shot him, and that even though they had all tatooed their friend's initials into their wrists, they suddenly weren't a team anymore, not even friends. It was all over rather quickly, weirdly, Paige ended up having the upper hand and a knife at Veruca's throat. Today, she understands that she did not win. Veruca just let her have the upper hand in that moment to show her that no matter what, Paige would never really win against her.
But back then, Paige's hands were shaking, and she pressed the knife against her best friend's throat with enough power to get a bit blood running, just so that they'd stop. She never had a problem with killing before, since none of the people had ever gotten close enough for her to care. But suddenly, this wasn't a game anymore, to her at least. The roles had been swapped. Now, Veruca was playing a game, and Paige was caught up in the cruelty of real life. But unlike Veruca, she couldn't handle it. She tried to be cold and ruthless, she wanted to be, but her eyes filled with tears and she got a hickup, and by the time she realised she didn't have it in her, she had already let go of the knife and was running away from the ship, into the wild of the island they used for a hideout. The next, small village was only a day's travel away, and lost and confused as she was, Paige made her way there. She always felt safer with people around, even people who hated her, though she wouldn't ever tell anyone.
But of course, Veruca had already been waiting for her. She had always been able to read Paige like an open book, and nothing she would do could be any surprise to the ruthless captain. She was the spider's fang, once she bit you, you died this or that way, either from the wound, or from the poison slowly destroying your innermost until you were finally so broken she didn't even have to kill you, feast on your patheticness instead. Paige had always thought it was a very poetic and a little weird name, and people must really have put some thought into it, but back then, she dryly noticed it really wasn't that hard to think of if you were Veruca's enemy. Only because she didn't really bite people or poisoned them, it didn't mean that wasn't true.
If there's one thing Paige regrets, only one thing, it's that she didn't stay and fight. The moment she knew it was all lost, that she had a whole crew against her with a captain more fear inducing than anyone she had ever met or would ever meet afterwards, a captain who was there to prove that not only could she beat her, no, she could also do it easily and with a smile on her face, Paige could as well have stayed to die with the last bit of honour she still had. She knew there was no way out, but she still ran, again. She had lost before, she would just lose again, that's what she thought, and so she gave Veruca the ultimate triumph by just giving up and running, admitting that yes, the captian had reigned superior in every way. Of course, her old rival and best friend still enjoyed crushing her as much as she would have if Paige would have stayed and fought her.
Paige didn't get far. The moment she had turned her back, she already felt the pain of a bullet hitting her, leaving what would later be a scar on her shoulder. It passed right through her, but the pain was intense, and she definitely didn't like that. Pain was only okay when inflicted by fire, and by herself. It was weird of her to think of those things in such a situation, but the whole thing was still very unreal. Before she could even get over the one wound, Spiderfang had already caught up with her. The last thing Paige saw before the world went black was the triumph on her face, and she felt the realisation that, yes, she had lost.
Paige was surprised when she woke up. She wasn't dead, and though the pain was still raging and her head was spinning, she could at least get into a sitting position. She was still in the same place, some people were standing around her, whispering, and now only staring, in shock. It was pretty obvious they hadn't expected her to wake up either. One look to her right could have told her and them that Spiderfang, at least, had. She had left her with a good sum of money, which she was surprised no one had grabbed yet, most likely out of fear they'd be found out by Spiderfang, and a few clothes, including the dress Michael had bought for her.. It was like her rubbing it in: hey, I've beat you in being a ruthless killer, and I'll leave you alive so you can be angry about it and feel humilitated, oh, also, have that dress your boyfriend got you, as, you know, a souvenir, since I killed him. Of course, Paige was not out of danger, by far not, she still had an open and now dirty bullet wound and, judging from the feeling in her head, a concussion, and no matter how much money she tried to shove down the villager's throats, they would not help her in the least. She had it coming, really, after what her crew had done to this place...
So, she had to use her own medical knowledge, which was to say: none, to stay alive, at least until a ship arrived. That was a full three days which she spent camping in the harbour so she'd see any and all vessels which could possibly have a doctor on board. By the time one did arrive, the wound was enflamed, and she had a bad fever. The 32 feet to the ship seemed like the longest distance she ever had to walk, and even though Paige was a stubborn being and absolutely not ready to die yet, she collapsed after twenty of the thirty two feet.
The only reason Paige lived was that the sailors, simple mercenaries, took her in. Of course, they asked the villagers about her first, they weren't freaking saints after all. Only when they got to know who she was did they consider... well, first they considered selling her, but then decided her being in their debt would be better. They could still sell her to the marine or whoever wanted her once she had repayed them. So, they got her on board as fast as they could, under the disapproving looks of the villagers, who would, after that, not sell them anything or even talk to them anymore. Thank heavens they were too afraid of Veruca's wrath to try and attack them.
Since the mercenaries did not have the opportunity to shop for more than the bare neccesarities, medical supplies were limited, and it was only for the presence of an extremely talented doctor (though lacking any kind of medical license) that Paige not only lived, but lived with nothing more than a scar and a little pain when lifting her arm to remind her of events past.
For one more year, she worked for the mercenaries, slowly paying off her debt. Before the turning point in her life, she wouldn't even have dreamed of following such boring orders, helping out by simply intimidating or standing guard. She would have been gone the moment she regained consciousness. And god knows, that was her first impulse. She was already a twenty minute walk away from the ship (she remembers it being an island with a lot of rocks and few trees... but she'll be damned if she ever got to know the name) when she noticed that she didn't know where to go, what to do, who to turn to, even if only for a fight. Before, there had always been Michael to bug who, if needed, would always offer a shoulder to cry on. There would always be Veruca for her small games, friendly arguments, teasing, and for returning to when all else failed. Those guys had been her own little corner in the world, her family, not safe, by far, but familiar and always there.
As she realised this, Paige felt a cold emptiness inside her. They were gone now. Her corner was gone. What was she without Veruca to show her the way and bicker over said way with, without Michael to set her wrongs to right when she had gone too far yet again? Just a little girl with a few circus tricks and an obsession with fire, and even her obsession failed to warm her now.
She returned to the ship, like a lost puppy, she didn't know where else to go. She had never walked her own path, it had always been a shared one, and even that one, she followed rather than made. And the world which she thought she knew seemed so much scarier now that she knew what it felt like alone. She never knew she'd ever care about people, about anyone, but it was like being alone made her cease to exist.
After this, she didn't try to run anymore. She worked with the mercenaries, quietly and obedient at first, and more and more loudly and enthusiastic (or rebellious, when it came to boring tasks) as time went on and mended the wounds. She made new friends, new drinking buddies, but no one to replace Veruca or Michael in any way. But it helped her, helped her learn to live her life without Veruca leading the way. She learned that it wasn't all that bad, really. Not having a way to follow. No obligations, no layalty to anyone but herself and maybe a few chosen ones.
This brings us to where we are now. Paige left the mercenaries after her debt was paid off. It wasn't as hard for her as it was for them. The not trying to kill or sell her after she had outlived her usefullness was, if anything, prove that she had grown on them. But she certainly didn't notice. She hardly ever notices such things. Now on her own, she doesn't know what to do yet, and for once, she's actually enjoying uncertainity. What choice does she really have? Veruca or the marine could have found her tomorrow, and she knows that'd most likely mean certain death or worse (worse being more likely in Veruca's case). So: arrive, look around, make some money, start trouble, get into a fight over it, be gone the next day. Whether that new lifestyle is for the better or worse is up to everyone to decide for themselves. Relationships with other characters: * -Stats-^
- Strength: 5
- Endurance: 10
- Speed: 25
- Agility: 25
- Skill: 30
- Tactical intelligence: 5
- Practical intelligence: 10
- Knowledge: 5
- Perception: 15
- Charisma and leadership: 15
- Talent: 15
- Devil fruit control: 0
-Equipment List-Basic inventory(two Batons-200 Beli two liters of Petrol-2000 beli Two penduli-100 Beli One Butterfly Knife-100 Beli) -Abilities- Fire-dancing: weapon fighting style: 10 points (10 more ability points to spend) Passive traits: Athlete: Right training and a light body come in handy. Mixed with the right environment, they make for a perfect growing ground for a quick, light, and agile person, who just so happens to be able to do stunts: an athlete. Devil Fruit: None Talents: Firebreathing: Same as athleticness, firebreathing is something Paige picked up at her home. Though she lacked the talent she had for stunts when it came to this section, she wasn't one to give up and practises hard to be able to one day not burn herself during a trick. Learned skills:Circus tricks (athlete), firebreathing/ “Firedancing“, knifefighting (though this can barely be called a skill, more like the basic jabbing-slashing thing) Techniques lists:^ Fire Dancing------------------------------------- ^ = must be updated every time your character levels up * = must be updated every thread ** = must be updated after every story ark
Last edited by GoreFish on Tue Oct 04, 2011 7:08 am; edited 3 times in total | |
|