#dashingrapscallionn

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Reason why you follow them

Because I have a weakness for Hook. And because this interpretation is wonderful and the mun is all kinds of cool. Like, seriously, too cool for school.

A roleplayer you enjoy their interactions with

demonkxngpan because I like me some angst and general Pan douchebaggery.

A thing you like about their character

Ultimate sass. How can you not love a man in leather who can out-sass anyone within a ten mile radius? The sass game is strong with this one and I live for it.

Do you interact? Why/why not?

Yes, but we could always stand to have more threads. >.> Even though I’m a slow slug.

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Writing uh / okay / likable / awesome / perfect / GOD LIKE Characteruh / okay / likable / awesome / perfect / GOD LIKETheme uh / okay / likable / awesome / perfect / GOD LIKE Mun uh / okay / likable / awesome / perfect / GOD LIKE

It was quiet, naught but the sound of water lapping at the ships hull as she leaned against the railing. There was no sleeping, she’d tried time and time again to rest and her body would fidgit under the blankets until she was near kicking. 

That was how she came to be here, mostly alone at the bow of the ship so she’d not wake her captain. And then came a slide of arms around her waist; breath warm in her ear and MIlah smiled as she leaned back against him. Lips barely catching his jaw.

hookedpirate - I don’t really know the mun personally, however, I do think their theme is awesome, and, as far as I’ve seen, they have excellent characterization! I would love very much to plot/thread with them! =w=

dashing-rapscallionn - PERFECT BABBU WHOM I WILL LOVE ALWAYS NO MATTER HOW ANGRY IT MAKES MY MUSE! Seriously, this blog is on point in every way, and, if you aren’t following him, you’re missing out!

It was rare to see ships this close to the islands. Milah usually stayed underwater herself. Humans had a habit of getting weird about mermaids. However, when it was raining and storming like this, the waves reaching incredible heights, she couldn't help but go to the surface. Most of her kind would stay deep in the ocean during storms like this, away from the arcing waves and terrible winds, but Milah craved adventure and excitement. 

And sometimes she'd find ships up here, like the one currently being tossed about by the waves. There was nothing she could do but she watched it curiously really. She understood why humans would need ships for the ocean but it seemed like an awfully boring way to travel. Though she suspected it wasn’t very boring right now. A large wave came up like a yawn and snapped over the top of the ship. When it came down, she realized one of the people had gone over with it. 

He had chosen to run. No longer could Jiminy stand to be a slave to his parents. It had been one thing to suffer their torment alone, but he had attempted vengeance and harmed a poor young boy. A child that had offered him kindness for nothing in return, when Jiminy had all but forgotten what that might be like. And in turn, he had caused the boy’s parents deaths. He had murdered the kind couple by accident instead of bestowing harm upon his own spiteful, devious blood.

No doubt the guards of the city were on the lookout, his parents finding him missing and making good on their promise to turn him in. He had little supplies with him, returning to their camp to gather what he could without causing alarm and sneaking off into the woods again. A merger bag of food, a change of clothing, some coins and stolen jewelry, the book he’d been reading and the umbrella the boy had given him strapped against his back were all Jiminy had. He kept the wide brim of his hat low, head down, as he stepped onto the docks. If he could obtain passage away from this kingdom, perhaps he might be able to make a new life for himself. Seeking to help others instead of harm them, take care instead of take advantage. 

It was getting harder to perform in this place. Their people were being branded as thieves and vagabonds all across the land. They needed people who travelled like they did. That’s when it came to her mind: the harbor. There would be tons of people walking around and waiting for ships to come in or getting off of them. People know that they are just people trying to entertain others and make a living. It would be perfect.

Placing the hat on her head, she walked around and looked for a place to set up. Hearing a whistle, she turned to see Djali was on step ahead of her. He placed himself on the top of the ledge with his flute ready to go. She set herself below and waited for his queue.