Captain Hook [wip]

[Captain Hook]

I WANT CANDY BUBBLEGUM AND TAFFY
SKIPTOTHESWEETSHOPWITHMYSWEETHEART,

JAMES TYBALT RACKHEIM.

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{ Death is the only adventure you have left! }[/center]

Name: James Tybalt Rackheim Captain Hook
Age: twenty-seven
Race: human ?
Fairy-Tale: Peter Pan | Hook

Don't waste your pucker on some all day sucker
^{If you seek perfection in sugar confection, well there's something new on the scene !}

Weapons/Powers: The Captain wields a very large and dangerous hook. Resembling an anchor, it sports a thick chain at the end to give it a wide range. The very weapon is where his notorious alias -- Captain Hook -- comes from. He is very skilled with it, despite how large it is, and can parry even the best of swordsman with it.
Likes: Smith, the Jolly Roger, the open seas, treasure, war, sparring, alcohol, acquiring more vessels, sea-mist, fishing, people recognizing his name
Dislikes: Peter Pan, crocodiles, being on land too long, being outsmarted, damage to his ship, backtalk, when his plans fail, when Smith is right
History:

Who can take a rainbow, wrap it in a sigh
^{Soak it in the sun and make a groovy lemon pie !}

OOC Name: AlterTheMood
RP Experience: a decade or more
Custom Title: king of the seas
Password: Licorice!
Sample RP:

THERE IS A strange pull to his body with each step and could he care, he would find great interest in it. The emotions, rough with the war brewing inside himself and the confusion and the new of everything around him, makes him raw. He is still dizzy, still reeling from how he got from the point A to point B. He does not know point B. Knows point A as his home, as CLU's land. CLU: yes. He was looking for him. As Rinzler, his thoughts were basic, no better than a Bit, if less responsive. Sleek and graceful, he pushed his mindset past the overwhelming rush that bordered on unbearable and walked. He did his best to keep his shoulders back. He did his best to look proud and strong. CLU would be upset that his best guard could look so weak.

'Tron!'

Rinzler's head jerks, light reflecting off his helmet. No. No, no, no, no. He is programmed to reject that word no matter how it is presented. He tries to continue, pushing past the burst of contradiction to go on with his duties. But the speaker is before him, blocking his way, and that's all it takes for Rinzler to become a little less of himself. His foot slides back, not from her, but from the threat that overcomes him when she says that name again. The purring echoes around his head, low and vicious in its metallic click. He jerks back from her reaching hand, stumbling back further. Gravity grabs him, jerking him down as his legs are suddenly so very weak. The harsh cobblestones against his knees jolt him.

Tron?

Circuitry flickers blue for only a moment. The sound reverberating from his chest stops and he finds his voice again. It is harsh and broken, weak as he pans it between his teeth. Not Rinzler, no, he's not Rinzler. He does not serve CLU. He serves --

"Help," he pleaded, fingers curling against the pavement. "Help. Me." He knows what she is and he knows that she is so very important. Without her, without her kind, none of it -- None of it.

Blue to orange. His head rolls forward, hanging between his shoulders. Why did it hurt? Conform, conform, CLU, CL -- Alan.
Who am I?

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THE CANDY MAN CAN 'CAUSE HE MIXES IT WITH LOVE
AND MAKES THE WORLD TASTE GOOD!

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