Name: Abigail Edith Darcy; "Gail"
Age: 20 years old
Looks: Gail stands at approximately 5"10' and weighs approximately 130 lbs. She has hazel eyes, and brown hair--streaked sparingly blonde--that reaches just above her buttox.
(Ryan Starr--"American Idol," "The Surreal Life")
Personality: Gail is jaded and lethal, having no problem using her body to get what she wants. She is especially well versed, and quick-witted, for a prostitute and pirate, due mostly in part to her wealthy upbringing. In addition, she is a natural leader and
History: Abigail Darcy was born into a wealthy shipping family, the Darcy name commonly associated with the import and export industry. However, tragedy struck The Darcy family when Mr. Darcy took his devoted wife and only daughter upon a short voyage to a neighboring shore. Upon this cruise, a pirate ship ransacked the cargo ship, and massacred everyone aboard. Everyone, that is, except a thirteen year old girl named Abigail Darcy. The captain took a liking to Abigail, sparing her life so long as she serviced his crew, as a prostitute. Much of Abigail's youth was taken from her, looked at as a piece of meat. However, she learned much from her pirate "family." Including several fighting techniques and weapons. By age seventeen, Abigail was now Gail and she was the most dangerous woman on the high seas--even if she was a wench. This status came at a price, arrogance and rogue. Soon after, she assassinated the captain and demanded that she be dropped off at Tortuga. Out of respect and fear, the crew obliged. Since then, Gail is now a "captain" of a gang of renegade prostitutes who now practically run the isle of Tortuga with an iron fist.
SAMPLE:The tavern roared with it's usual noises; men drinking, men yelling, and men passing out. Pirates, mostly. A few were high-class types, escaping from the world of powdered wigs to commit adultery or an array of other unsavory acts behind the backs of not only their wives, but of the high society who actually was above such behavior. Finally, there were the usual tavern wenches--the ones still getting bent over by scum for next to nothing.
Without warning, the door to the tavern opened with a bang and the room silenced--they knew what was coming. In the wake of the entrance, several women sulked seductively in the shadows, finally waltzing forward into the tavern. Anyone who had been to Tortuga knew who they were, they were Gail's girls, the girls from Tortuga. Most of them were hookers, others were women scorned, the only consistent factor was that they all had a taste for destruction, men, booze, and of course, a good time.
From the back of the group, one woman made her way through the crowd. She was Gail. Worn, brown leather pants clung tightly to her legs, riding low on her slender hips. A black top, that amounted to little more than a bikini, clung to her modest chest. Her powerful stride was announced by the thud of her black heeled boots upon the wooden floor of the tavern. Dark brown locks were straight and hung just above her buttox, complimenting her caramel complexion. She smirked, placing a hand on her hip, just above her chunky artillery belt. "Well, ladies, shall we?" she said in her usual seductive pur, looking around at the tavern with a sort of maniacal pleasure.