Post by piratadelsol on Sept 7, 2010 18:41:42 GMT -5
(TIME TO PUT THIS IN ORDER. Let's have another go.)
Name: Emmanuel Daniel Cofresi Juan-Carlos DeJesus
Country of Origin: Puerto Rico (Boricua)
Gender Male
Age: 21
Height: 5' 6"
Weight: 125
Appearance: An average man of average build. Leaner than most, but because of his family's original trade of sugar cane farming, he's also stronger than most. His skin is tan and his hands are strong, and his eyes are chocolate brown. His thick, wavy hair is just a touch darker than his eyes. His father was Spaniard, so he walks like one, however, he also carries the strong Taino blood of his mother.
(I'll give you guys a picture when I draw him. It'll be soon. I promise.)
Crew member of: ..? (Is probably being kidnapped onto Antonio's.)
Status: crew member
Personality:
He is by nature a musician and dancer.
It's in his blood, after all. The Taino people who originally inhabited the island of Puerto Rico hosted huge music and dance parties, inviting tribes from even across the island to join in these parties. Emmanuel learned from his father, who learned from his father, who learned from his own.
He can play any instrument he picks up and is usually very sociable.
He is usually calm and funny, and lives life in stride rather than in fear.
He is religious and yet superstitious, and dreams of being useful to people and being recognised for this usefulness. He likes to include other people in his live and is rather amiable, but not overwhelming.
Generally, Emmanuel is good with people he doesn't know; somewhat of a charmer, he likes to make people feel important even in the crappiest of situations. He tends to avoid those he fears, and chooses only to fight when there is no other solution. He has a lot of patience, but cross it, and you're down for the count.
Even with such vibrant positive emotions, he tends to hide the more frightening kinds. Fear, despair, and enamor he tucks under a facade, but is generous with praise and admiration. He sends much of his fear and sadness to God, choosing to show such things in solitude. He tends to push things aside to take care of other's problems first, as well, perhaps if only to distract himself from what he feels.
History: Emmanuel was baptised Catholic in Puerto Rico, as most Puerto Rican babies are. The son of a Spaniard farmowner and a Puerto Rican mother with strong Taino blood, he lived a rather normal life, farming and whatnot. Not to say the pirates of lore never caught his eye- especially sky pirates. To take wing like a bird was like a dream, and to think of what a hero he could be- but such dreams are only dreams.
Having farmland so close to the sea, however, is great fun! As he wished, he was able to visit the landing civilian ships that came to trade sugar with the residents of Puerto Rico. Of course, not all ships are interested in just material goods.
All pirate ships that may dare visit are in need of sea- or sky-worthy fellows to take aboard and bolster a crew's forces.
In the bustle of the weekly trade one day when the boy was but 19, he was taken hostage by a small sky-ship crew, where he was made to be a cabin-boy. Though he was kept at one of the lowest ranks (for fear that this brown-skinned man who walked so regally could cause mutiny) he was valued for his strength and work ethic. He had the skill to make it as a pirate on another ship, or even possibly to get home. However, his fear kept him from escaping; rather than hurt himself or another, Emmanuel worked as he was told.
He begins to remember a broken connection with a father-like figure who also gave him fear beyond fear, and a friend who was more of a hero than anything, though he, too, gave Emmanuel grief. Where could such memories come from, and why were they so distant? And could the people in his memory possibly save him?
Allegiance: Del Cielo!
How They Died:
Once the nation of Puerto Rico, Emmanuel Carriedo-Jones had been the colony of Spain and then the territory of the U.S. He was born 'Boricua' and could not remember the Taino name he was born with; 'Emmanuel Daniel Cofresi Carriedo' and Puerto Rico were the names Antonio gave to him. During the Spanish colonisation he was raped, tortured, and enslaved; even after freedom he held some resentment toward Spain, though diplomatic relations greatly improved. When the United States assisted Cuba in gaining independence from Spain, Alfred took Emmanuel as a territory; irritated as he was Emmanuel still regarded Alfred as somewhat of a hero. As much as Alfred irritated him for forcing disagreeable policies on his people (the forced infertilisation of his women, weapon testing on his islands, et cetera), the people of Puerto Rico accepted American policy and many Puerto Ricans became American citizens, moving to places like New York and Florida. While some of his people rejected the idea, Emmanuel was loyal to the United States and often debated joining the union. He was friends with countries like Japan and states like Hawaii. During World War Two, he proved his loyalty by joining Alfred on the battlefield.
Such a choice, however, lead to his death; on a mission to Poland, Emmanuel was shot and killed in an ambush. The territory of Puerto Rico was drafted to become a state to save it.
The battlefield was chilly, as always.
Then again, anything in Europe was chilly to Emmanuel. They had no tropical weather in Europe.
And again, when was war ever about comfort? He'd told Alfred he'd assist, promised.
Fighting just wasn't his style, really. He'd been assigned to help the battlefield priests, cooks, and medics.
"Ai, carajo," he mumbled, rubbing his arms. "Que frio! What was that idiot thinking?!" Anywhere he could be assigned- Anywhere!- and Alfred had sent him to Poland. He was beginning to think the bastard didn't like him at all. Still, as the soldiers came to Emmanuel for guidance, for food, and for other such assistance, the man could do nothing but smile.
The poor souls needed a smile to get through it all, anyway.
The shots that rang out early the next morning, before Emmanuel had a chance to wake, were much closer than they'd ever been before. And as shouts and screams and footsteps began to flood into the encampment, Emmanuel realised they'd been attacked. Blurting out strings of curses, he darted out from the campsite, straight into the hands of the enemy forces.
Did his heart stop?
In front of him stood the ragged Polish and German soldiers, uniforms wet with snow and sullied with blood and ash.
Were they saying things?
He couldn't understand, not that he heard their voices.
They grabbed him by the arms, stood him up and shouted. "N-no, no hablo Aleman!" He shouted, as though that would save him. Dios mio, Salvame! he prayed. Save me!
But it was not God's will, or the enemy troops had defied such a will.
Regardless, there was no salvation.
No sound but the crack of the rust-tipped pistol, the blast of the bullet escaping from the barrel's metal grasp.
Y todo era de noche.
Did you read the rules? Who is a Beastie?: S-sparrow? MY HERO JACK SPARROW?!
Name: Emmanuel Daniel Cofresi Juan-Carlos DeJesus
Country of Origin: Puerto Rico (Boricua)
Gender Male
Age: 21
Height: 5' 6"
Weight: 125
Appearance: An average man of average build. Leaner than most, but because of his family's original trade of sugar cane farming, he's also stronger than most. His skin is tan and his hands are strong, and his eyes are chocolate brown. His thick, wavy hair is just a touch darker than his eyes. His father was Spaniard, so he walks like one, however, he also carries the strong Taino blood of his mother.
(I'll give you guys a picture when I draw him. It'll be soon. I promise.)
Crew member of: ..? (Is probably being kidnapped onto Antonio's.)
Status: crew member
Personality:
He is by nature a musician and dancer.
It's in his blood, after all. The Taino people who originally inhabited the island of Puerto Rico hosted huge music and dance parties, inviting tribes from even across the island to join in these parties. Emmanuel learned from his father, who learned from his father, who learned from his own.
He can play any instrument he picks up and is usually very sociable.
He is usually calm and funny, and lives life in stride rather than in fear.
He is religious and yet superstitious, and dreams of being useful to people and being recognised for this usefulness. He likes to include other people in his live and is rather amiable, but not overwhelming.
Generally, Emmanuel is good with people he doesn't know; somewhat of a charmer, he likes to make people feel important even in the crappiest of situations. He tends to avoid those he fears, and chooses only to fight when there is no other solution. He has a lot of patience, but cross it, and you're down for the count.
Even with such vibrant positive emotions, he tends to hide the more frightening kinds. Fear, despair, and enamor he tucks under a facade, but is generous with praise and admiration. He sends much of his fear and sadness to God, choosing to show such things in solitude. He tends to push things aside to take care of other's problems first, as well, perhaps if only to distract himself from what he feels.
History: Emmanuel was baptised Catholic in Puerto Rico, as most Puerto Rican babies are. The son of a Spaniard farmowner and a Puerto Rican mother with strong Taino blood, he lived a rather normal life, farming and whatnot. Not to say the pirates of lore never caught his eye- especially sky pirates. To take wing like a bird was like a dream, and to think of what a hero he could be- but such dreams are only dreams.
Having farmland so close to the sea, however, is great fun! As he wished, he was able to visit the landing civilian ships that came to trade sugar with the residents of Puerto Rico. Of course, not all ships are interested in just material goods.
All pirate ships that may dare visit are in need of sea- or sky-worthy fellows to take aboard and bolster a crew's forces.
In the bustle of the weekly trade one day when the boy was but 19, he was taken hostage by a small sky-ship crew, where he was made to be a cabin-boy. Though he was kept at one of the lowest ranks (for fear that this brown-skinned man who walked so regally could cause mutiny) he was valued for his strength and work ethic. He had the skill to make it as a pirate on another ship, or even possibly to get home. However, his fear kept him from escaping; rather than hurt himself or another, Emmanuel worked as he was told.
He begins to remember a broken connection with a father-like figure who also gave him fear beyond fear, and a friend who was more of a hero than anything, though he, too, gave Emmanuel grief. Where could such memories come from, and why were they so distant? And could the people in his memory possibly save him?
Allegiance: Del Cielo!
How They Died:
Once the nation of Puerto Rico, Emmanuel Carriedo-Jones had been the colony of Spain and then the territory of the U.S. He was born 'Boricua' and could not remember the Taino name he was born with; 'Emmanuel Daniel Cofresi Carriedo' and Puerto Rico were the names Antonio gave to him. During the Spanish colonisation he was raped, tortured, and enslaved; even after freedom he held some resentment toward Spain, though diplomatic relations greatly improved. When the United States assisted Cuba in gaining independence from Spain, Alfred took Emmanuel as a territory; irritated as he was Emmanuel still regarded Alfred as somewhat of a hero. As much as Alfred irritated him for forcing disagreeable policies on his people (the forced infertilisation of his women, weapon testing on his islands, et cetera), the people of Puerto Rico accepted American policy and many Puerto Ricans became American citizens, moving to places like New York and Florida. While some of his people rejected the idea, Emmanuel was loyal to the United States and often debated joining the union. He was friends with countries like Japan and states like Hawaii. During World War Two, he proved his loyalty by joining Alfred on the battlefield.
Such a choice, however, lead to his death; on a mission to Poland, Emmanuel was shot and killed in an ambush. The territory of Puerto Rico was drafted to become a state to save it.
The battlefield was chilly, as always.
Then again, anything in Europe was chilly to Emmanuel. They had no tropical weather in Europe.
And again, when was war ever about comfort? He'd told Alfred he'd assist, promised.
Fighting just wasn't his style, really. He'd been assigned to help the battlefield priests, cooks, and medics.
"Ai, carajo," he mumbled, rubbing his arms. "Que frio! What was that idiot thinking?!" Anywhere he could be assigned- Anywhere!- and Alfred had sent him to Poland. He was beginning to think the bastard didn't like him at all. Still, as the soldiers came to Emmanuel for guidance, for food, and for other such assistance, the man could do nothing but smile.
The poor souls needed a smile to get through it all, anyway.
The shots that rang out early the next morning, before Emmanuel had a chance to wake, were much closer than they'd ever been before. And as shouts and screams and footsteps began to flood into the encampment, Emmanuel realised they'd been attacked. Blurting out strings of curses, he darted out from the campsite, straight into the hands of the enemy forces.
Did his heart stop?
In front of him stood the ragged Polish and German soldiers, uniforms wet with snow and sullied with blood and ash.
Were they saying things?
He couldn't understand, not that he heard their voices.
They grabbed him by the arms, stood him up and shouted. "N-no, no hablo Aleman!" He shouted, as though that would save him. Dios mio, Salvame! he prayed. Save me!
But it was not God's will, or the enemy troops had defied such a will.
Regardless, there was no salvation.
No sound but the crack of the rust-tipped pistol, the blast of the bullet escaping from the barrel's metal grasp.
Y todo era de noche.
Did you read the rules? Who is a Beastie?: S-sparrow? MY HERO JACK SPARROW?!
