KyloRen
World-class RPer
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Chan Woo
In all my one hundred and four years of sexy, unnatural life, I've never seen anyone be such an incompetent captain. Her name is Violet, and we all call her Red, though I secretly call her bizzatch. She smells like fish, probably-- I hold my breath when I'm around her.
Okay, she actually looks pretty clean, but maybe that's my point. If she did some work she'd smell like fish like a normal pirate. Though I personally smell like lavender with a hint of ocean spray, which is totally different as I'm totes just the first mate. If I were the captain then I promise I'd smell like utter sh*t. Because I'd be hard working.
I grab my long black pirate coat, the one with the perfectly fashionable cuts on the shoulders, for ruggedness, and stroll along the deck, telescope in hand. One of the human hands on deck almost splashes me with ink from an octopus he is butchering and in the blink of an eye I whip him with the black discipline rod I carry at my side, like a sword. The idiot almost ruined my white pirate trousers. He has no idea how difficult it is to find pants that are tight enough to highlight the perfect amount of bulge. You wanna give them a taste, but never show all for free. Fu**ing wine and dine me.
The human falls to the deck floor and dies, as I accidentally gave the strike too much wrist. I have the nearby deck hands toss him overboard. The truth is we are running low on humans because someone keeps beating them to death. I swear this is the first human I've brutally abused to death in at least 48 hours, so don't go pointing fingers at my beautiful face.
Chan Woo
In all my one hundred and four years of sexy, unnatural life, I've never seen anyone be such an incompetent captain. Her name is Violet, and we all call her Red, though I secretly call her bizzatch. She smells like fish, probably-- I hold my breath when I'm around her.
Okay, she actually looks pretty clean, but maybe that's my point. If she did some work she'd smell like fish like a normal pirate. Though I personally smell like lavender with a hint of ocean spray, which is totally different as I'm totes just the first mate. If I were the captain then I promise I'd smell like utter sh*t. Because I'd be hard working.
I grab my long black pirate coat, the one with the perfectly fashionable cuts on the shoulders, for ruggedness, and stroll along the deck, telescope in hand. One of the human hands on deck almost splashes me with ink from an octopus he is butchering and in the blink of an eye I whip him with the black discipline rod I carry at my side, like a sword. The idiot almost ruined my white pirate trousers. He has no idea how difficult it is to find pants that are tight enough to highlight the perfect amount of bulge. You wanna give them a taste, but never show all for free. Fu**ing wine and dine me.
The human falls to the deck floor and dies, as I accidentally gave the strike too much wrist. I have the nearby deck hands toss him overboard. The truth is we are running low on humans because someone keeps beating them to death. I swear this is the first human I've brutally abused to death in at least 48 hours, so don't go pointing fingers at my beautiful face.