PIRATE, mai mikumo

MAI MIKUMO
TWENTY-NINE • FEMALE • PANSEXUAL • FIVE FOOT SEVEN • ONE HUNDRED FIFTY SEVEN POUNDS
LYNEEL KINGDOM • HUMAN • PIRATE • FIRST MATE, BLACK ROSE PRIATES • DD

"Take me away from time and season.
Far far away we'll sing with reason."
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• appearance [/font]
Mai is gorgeous woman with the appeal of an our glass figure. Her height caps around five feet and eight inches. Her weight, well that remains secret but she's not too hefty and build rather athletic, physically strong for a female. She's got creamy white skin, blemish free and long, brunette hair that falls down to her waist. Her eyes are rather peculiar, crimson red that can make even the hardiest of men's hearts heavy. Another defining feature that seems to get more attention more than anything else is her chest which is well endowed and noticeable even though being covered up by non revealing tops.

Her style of dress is rather summer themed, sporting a blank white tank top that only seems to cover her chest leaving her abdomen fully exposed for the world to see. For bottoms she wears a black leather miniskirt being kept up together by a white leather belt. Attached to her belt are suspenders crafted out of brown leather. Dangling from her eyes are a pair of tear drop earrings crafted out of iron and sprayed over with silver coating. She applies a double set of gloves to her hands, one pair thin fabric, black shaded and fingerless that ride all the way up to her elbows, and a second pair that are rainbow red, short and thicker, also fingerless. Against her elbows are pads forged from steel. He shoes match her short gloves in color and material finishing off her daily appearance. Whenever travelling to colder regions, she's known of sport a fur coat, with a hood, black and formed out of bear skin while the inner fur itself is synthetic. With that would be a pair of knee high stockings with a beige tint to them. She's got a tattoo of the cross in bold font engraves in black on her upper back area that holds history of where she came from and who she use to be.

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Mai has a very nurturing persona, caring for nearly any soul that's in need of it. As a the type, she has a heart of gold with enough of it to go around. She can be quite protective of those she cares about . She spoils anyone that she has under her wing with various gifts, treats and fine foods. She wants nothing for the best of those she loves. Her nakama seems to bring out the best of her, and changes the way she acts when around them. She could be completely infuriated one moment with some stranger and yet the moment one of her mates steps into the room, she switches her current mood to caretaker-mode, with the cheery smile and and kind-hearted voice. Mai also tends to have a bit of a short fuse when the right buttons are pushed, being able to set off easily if someone were to pester her or tease her long enough about something sensitive. She's very self aware, noticing her appearance and thinking of herself as not all important given her past. A big thing for Mai is her lust for bitter treats. She loves sour things of any and all kinds may it be candies all the way to healthy fruits such as grapefruit. Mai's also a helplessly romantic type striving for true love yet shutting down the feeling from something locked up deep within her past.

POSITIVE TRAITS:

• Nurturing
  
• Patient
  
• Insightful
  
• Chivalrous
  
• Tenacious

NEGATIVE TRAITS:

• Overbearing
  
• Reckless
  
• Self Conscious
  
• Passive
  
• Prejudicial

LIKES:

• Coconut
  
• Mysteries
  
• Camaraderie
  
• Sightseeing
  
• Stories

DISLIKES:

• Marines
  
• Disorganization
  
• Crudeness
  
• Solitude
  
• Politics

• weaponry[/font]
A pair of steel forged gauntlets

• accessories[/font]
Silver banded wedding ring
Pocket watch

• history[/font]

*Written as a flashback.

"Free me from this shame. . ."
Splish splash goes the sound of a woman's bare foot clashing against puddle after puddle of puddle on the dirty road that was being soften to mud by the cold rains showering down. The town bell was sounding off, alerting those in the streets of the travesty that had befallen one of the royal guard's own. In a high tower laid a man hefted over a bed, limp and lifeless. Sir Gamlen, chief commander in the disciplinary division; death my asphyxiation. Abrasions of chain links shown across his neck and the culprit no where to be found but a search was put out immediately. And so, began the pursuit. The strung out female on the move breezed the populous recklessly toppling over fruit barrels that left her stumbling to the ground. Exhausted and emotionally unstable drove the brunette to stray on instinct searching for a place barren to hide and to keep sheltered without drawing too much attention to herself. The chains that bounded her wrists together by shackles clung against each other as she swayed with sharp turns around buildings and alley ways. Attempting to keep this game of hide and seek would turn futile minute by minute if she didn't find refuge soon. While her identity was still a mystery, her shackles and highly visible imprint that was forcefully engraved into her upper back would be a dead giveaway. Backing herself into a dark alleyway, she'd slick over by a dumpster, slump to her knees, and lean against it just in hopes of catching her breath. The distraught woman found it difficult to breath and keep together, breaking down from the anxiety, grief, and fear for what she'd done and what she was to do. Burring her face into her knees, she'd destabilize into a silence sob wondering why her life turned out in such a dread.

One Hour Earlier. . .

At the very same tower up near the guardsmen barracks stood a kind woman by the name of Mai Mikumo. Before her presence was the highly respected Sir Gamlen who'd requested her presence into his private quarters. It was a regular thing for the two to meet together. A secret romance established by the two, a love nearly sealed with a ring. That ring prematurely placed around her pretty little finger, giving her hopes of a future out of the lowly present she currently dwell in. Up to now her past had constantly haunted her, punished her for her existence and landed her in the slaves position she was in. Labeled as property of knights of Lyneel Kingdom, she was specifically assigned to Sir Gamlen as his personal servant in which her rarely made use of her. She was quite fond of the man for quite some time. He was charming, gentle, never laid a finger on her but treated her as a lady. Though being the man he was, he had a reputation to protect and so as such, the content of what went on in their time together was kept strictly private. After being the rag doll of the lowly barbaric guardsmen and wading hand and foot of their needs, she'd be escorted to the top floor and enter into Gamlen's room like a prisoner; shackles and all. However, those chains were removed the moment she stepped into the fresh environment. She'd be allowed to bath in privacy and feast over delicious cuisine and fine wine. However, unlike the routine, this night would be one riddled with deception. With a smile as always, she'd extend her arms for him to do the honors of removing her restricting bounds on her wrist.

"You mind releasing me from these dreadful chains my love?."

Her lips engaged in a sweet smile though with the tone and stern look on the face of the man she adored, her happiness would nervously turn sour.

"On your knees."

Confusion set in. It was unlike her to be so...forceful. Puzzled by his request, she'd question his statement instead of comply to his demand. She wouldn't expect anything completely hostile from him instead a clarification on to what was wrong.

"Pardon? Is there...something the matter dear? You sound different."

With hostility in the air aroused, Gamlen would approach her, arms positioned behind his back in a gentle styled stroll. Without warning, he'd backhand her across the face, staggering her a bit to her bottom. Distraught, her hand was caressed the side of her face feeling the stinging sensation. Her eyes glossed over without her mouth parted open in near speechlessness.

"Have I...Have I done something wrong to you? I don't understand what I've done for you to do such a thin-"

"Enough! I've been anticipating this moment for quite some time and I must say hahaha...I didn't think the time I put into this would be pay off. Oh forgive my manners wretch, you haven't the slightest clue of what's happening now do you? Don't speak. Allow me to explain."

Removing his tunic, he set it down against a cask and reaching for a long, vine like whip, he press on with his speech as Mai herself did well to keep silent; growing weary of what may be the outcome of this night.

"Unlike the simpletons that are the majority of the guardsmen I command, I myself have taste in what I choose to place my hands on. It's how I am with work, how I am with my attire, my meals and especially my women. So I congratulate you for being so fortunate to be apart of what I myself surround myself in, divinity. Look around. What do you see? Not an ounce of dust or lackluster within my grace outside of that clothing. See when I laid eyes on you for the first time, I saw you natural beauty soiled asunder by the impoverish life style as what you go by day to day. I had to have you, but not as you were. You know the feeling. Tiredness, dull and hopelessly obedient without spirit. No, I needed to see the high spirit, happy and confident woman strutting around these parts and you had it buried beneath you and with that wring pathetically laced around that finger of yours, it allowed me to play you the sweetest of songs like a violin up to the point where now my peach. Now I can take joy in cutting your strings. Now please feel free to make this worth my while as the true as the denial that's in your eyes will be the joy that I will have in crushing your spirit once again. Cry, plead for this please. It makes this all more worth the while."

Without giving her time to respond, he'd grasp her arm and yank her up to her feet to follow through with around her against the wall with a thud on impact. Face smashing against it wall, she yelp out in pain from the lash against her back originating from that whip cracking within the air. After six intermittent swipes painfully whipping across her back, she'd slump to her knees. Her face resting against the same wall while she whimpered. Words couldn't express how she felt but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of a 'how could you'. For if it's one thing that backfired on him, it was giving her a small sense of worth and pride even when they were dwindling down. Although, as a consequence she'd have to contend with his the rage of a sadist who wasn't getting off on her crushed spirit that wasn't being shown. Hearing that deep breath of the man in anger of his failed con. Throwing a fit he'd turn around just for a moment, no doubt to think. The night was young and he needed to lay the hatred on thick. What better tactic then to consummated the marriage that never was. It brought a mischievous chuckle out of his mouth. A turned back was quite the error on his part. Knowing full well of his intentions, she'd refuse to let herself be brought down to such degradation past what she'd just endured. Staying around to live with the humiliation afterword wasn't an option as she'd rather die. Easing to her feet, she'd launch herself forward, hinging onto his back and sending them tumbling back to the floor. The chain between her shackles served as a potent weapon for strangling as she constricted it around his neck. Tears surfaced from her eyes, dripping down her cheeks while Gamlen struggled to get out of his inevitable demise. It didn't take long at all. The panicking flails of the man's arms grew less and less frequent but still resistant to her struggles to end his life. Unable to watch as the man she once loved was gasping for air, she'd subdue him with a abrupt snapping of his neck. Feeling the life leave him, she'd scoot back from under his motionless body. Knowing the gravity of what she's done sent trembles up and down her body but she couldn't linger too long. Grief would need to wait as survival was key. But where would she run? Leaving where she came was not an option. Which left one other exit; the balcony. Easing to her feet, she'd head for the balcony to judge the distance she was from the ground. Glancing back at the bedroom, she'd gather that combining those exotic bed linen into a rope like tool could easily allow her to propel safely down the side of the tower without harm. Follow through with her escape route she'd manage to reach the flooring without much injury.

The Present. . .

Sounds of metal grieves parading through the streets caught the frantic woman gathered her bearings. It wouldn't belong for she'd be spotted. There was an lit window to her right with a door built in beside it. Not seeing it as intrusion of property from the back door, but more of as a place to escape captivity, she lunged at it, opening it and running in slamming the door behind her and locking it. That was enough for her to mellow out, dropping to her knees and crawling over to rest up against a wall. She was in some sort of office room separated from the main area of the building. Drenched and cold, she pressed her knees together up to her chest to accumulate warmth. Her eyes were fixated on her hand specifically that ring untarnished by the previous events. It's meaning, it's value would weigh heavily on her heart forever.

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