CREW at 17:25, 15 October 2013

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Kilt Puppet at 02:32, 16 August 2011

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CREW: /* Biography */

2011-06-20T18:39:45Z

‎Biography

Horni: moved Pirate Princess to Lusca: Name Change

2010-11-10T17:05:49Z

moved Pirate Princess to Lusca: Name Change

Horni at 17:05, 10 November 2010

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Horni at 17:02, 10 November 2010

2010-11-10T17:02:08Z

Lorrance: moved Catalina Thorne to Pirate Princess: Name change AGAIN

2010-08-16T23:46:37Z

moved Catalina Thorne to Pirate Princess: Name change AGAIN

Lorrance at 23:36, 16 August 2010

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Lorrance at 23:35, 16 August 2010

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Horni at 18:07, 16 August 2010

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 == Biography==
-I’m Pirate Princess and this is my story
+She had been lost for many a year. She was wandering, restless in mind and body and spirit, drifting among other souls who did not recognize her. There would be occasions where their lives may intersect, even overlap but the bond would eventually become exhausting. Try as she might to reveal herself to the others, they had neither the time nor the patience to see who she truly was. Inevitably they would pull free, after extracting as much as they wanted to take from her and giving little in return. They would walk on their way down the path, leaving her behind mourning the small pieces of herself that they carried with them. Borne away by deceit, by selfishness and indifference, she feared she would never be able to reclaim those fragments of her soul.
-I was bored. My daddy the King kept bringing me suitors, but every time I tried to play with one, they broke. Sometimes they cried too, but I didn't mind that as much.
+In time she came to fear the faces. The smiles and welcoming eyes that lured one in, only to later glimpse in a twist of the light, in the breath of a moment, the visage of a fiend peering out instead. It became easier to stay away from the others, to avoid those interactions, those dances with mysterious strangers who seemed more intent to wound than to heal.
-The problem was that daddy wanted me to marry, but men, I found, were stupid. Weak even when they pretended they ruled the world. HA! None yet could play my games; they all went home eventually, some by carriage, and some by box.
+But it would become lonely for her, and sometimes she would venture out and mingle with the others, but they did not even know who she was. They called her by many names, and sometimes she became other names she had devised for herself. None of them fit however, they were like ill fitting coats. Sometimes they swallowed her up, other times they pinched, and she would scratch and squirm until they peeled free. They would lie there on the floor, like the shed skins of a snake, taunting her with the unfulfilled promise of being seen for who she was inside.
-I was restless one day, the moon was shining but I was stuck inside. Daddy was angry because I had sent the latest suitor home with a broken leg. But daddy didn't understand- I had to test them all. Else how would I find one strong enough to be my match?
+The day finally came when she could take it no more, when the demands of the flickering fires in the eyes of the others became too much to bear. She could no longer try to be something she wasn’t for the benefit of those who chose not to see her for who she was. Who saw no value in what she had to give, but demanded she please them anyway. So she ran, blindly at first by tears of frustration and sadness. As she ran the tears flowed away and she started to see more clearly and was blinded by the light glinting off the waters ahead.
-Stalking around my room I threw open the chest. I smiled down on my "toys"- whips, chains, shackles. Some leather, some lace- all painful for others, but pleasure for me. In frustration I started grabbing clothes and tossing them in on top of my precious belongings. Once I was done I impatiently called for my man-servant. He had learned early not to cross this Mistress.
+Waves rolled in and crashed on the sand beneath her feet; she stood in the surf and allowed the sun and the waves to beat down on her body. The scorching fire started to burn away the pain in her heart and the cooling water began to soothe to wounds. She looked out across the horizon and saw a ship, her blackened hull cutting through the waves and her sails unfurled in the wind. Without a single backward glance, she took determined steps into the water. Giving up the world of the others, she strode deeper and deeper into the blue.
-Silently I slipped from the house, my man-servant bringing up the rear of the chest. I would show daddy! No one would hold me down or dictate my future. I went to the docks and booked passage on a ship bound for parts unknown.
+The briny water licked up her body and she gave herself over to the power of the ocean. It pulled her, pushed and challenged her and saw her for who she was. Her heart echoed the exultation of the oceans pulse and with a shout she dove in, disappearing beneath the waves. Her eyes peered into the deep blue, where sunlight vanished into mystery. Letting go of her old names she joined in the mythical dance and was reborn from the foam and sand and spirits that haunt the seas.
-On my journey I forged a friendship with a fleeing murderess (which thrilled me endlessly!) and a quiet soul called Mouse. They would help guide my way to a new future, a future where I would call the shots, and those who stood in my way- stood to lose more than just the gold in their purse.
+They stood on the deck of the ship, these kindred souls to the ocean. Captain Greybeard and his crew, and they had seen many a storm. Perhaps they had seen a ghost or two in their time, certainly a sea monster would not put them out of sorts. So perhaps it is no surprise that when she climbed aboard that they did not shrink away or raise any alarm.
-To be continued…..
+She approached the Captain and the First Mate standing by his side. She looked at them and watched for the fires that burned in the eyes of the others, for that flicker of deceit. The Captain raised his hand, and his voice in welcome and as the others on the ship raised their voices in chorus she stepped forward into their embrace.

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 '''Personal Color''': Rose
-'''Alternate Names''': Catalina Thorne
+'''Alternate Names''': Catalina Thorne, Pirate Princess
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