Thread: Pirates (Katrina and Randomguy12something...)

Captain Llorente has light brown sandy skin colour, long combed back black hair which is held back by a bright red bandana with white skulls printed all over, a thick, black, luscious beard which protrudes out, level with his collar bones. He has a thin lined moustache just above his upper lip and a neat rectangular patch of hair just below his bottom lip. His eyes are dark brown but hazel in sunlight and around his eye lashes is thick mascara to add an intimidating look. He has a straight pointed nose and his facial features. He stands at around 5'10 in height and weighs 10 stones, thus having a skinny build. His set of abdominal muscles on the right side are slightly higher than the set on the left. However, his skinniness is concealed by his white loose fitted flowing shirt which goes down to his thighs, a black belt running across his waistline with a sheathe for his sword. On top, he shrouds his shirt with a black ankle length coat which is slit from the his rear down to deceptively add a bulky look. He's also wearing a pair of black trousers to match the black coat and a pair of dark brown boots which overlap his trousers. The Spanish pirate was the most feared outlaw to run the seas. The waves were rough, crashing against the boat, causing the ship to err in direction. The rain pelts down and a loud thunder strike can be heard from a distance. Standing at the edge of the ship, one foot planted on the edge of the ship, elbow resting on his knee, he looks ahead at the lone ship, a smirk blossoming from his face, causing his lips to curve up one side of his mouth. Without even uttering a word the crew direct the ship to the other, aligning parallel to the neighbouring ship. Cannons shoot out a flurry of cannon balls, damaging the sides of the neighbouring ship, though the two ships sail hand in hand. An anchor is flinged across one ship to another and drawn back, the hooks latching onto the wood on the inner part of the ship, piercing a gap to claw the ship closer. A host of pirates leap overboard, a few not making the jump, drowning in the sea. The sound of men charging at their prey fills overpowers the sound of the mighty waves, the visiting ship flowing with blood of Royal Marines. The Captain himself stays put, simply turning his head to watch all the commotion. He turns on his heels and walks over to the end of his ship, leaping over to the other, walking through a battle field without even flinching. He draws his sword out and walks arrogantly through the fighting seamen, a pair of them fighting in his path as he walks. The intensity of it can be seen as their swords cling as they clash. The pair hold their swords together as they lick horns, in what seemed like an intense and even battle. Nonetheless, he mercilessly decapitates both their heads, despite one being one of his own men. He knew exactly where he was heading, to get the most invaluable treasure on that ship the princess. He meanders past the dead bodies and sees one of the opposing ship men charging at him with a sword. He merely turns his head, causing the man to slow down, fear evident in the man's eyes as they build he as though he'd seen a ghost. The man barely mouths the Captains name, on for him to walk to his death as the Captain slays him, reversing his sword into the man's abdomen, slowly pulling it out. He bends down and wipes the blood of the man in his own shirt, looking up at the cabin door. He smirks and kicks open the wooden door. Now where's my treasure hiding? He scans the room and sees her standing there pathetically and cackles lightly. Now, now, sweet 'art, put that down. I ain't gonna bite cha! He says, arrogantly walking towards her, chest puffed out. Come with dignity or be dealt with in an unfashionable manner. He offers, tilting his head in the direction of the door.