PIRATES!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D :D :D :D P)

(Hmm...I think I'll create a younger one...)

Name: Tiffany Parker
Age: 15
Looks: long, light red hair, pale green eyes. Little, but strong for her size. She has delicate-looking features, but always carries a strong expression and her voice is held by a certain intensity.
Personality: Brave and tom-boyish. The most femenine thing about her is that she keeps a journal.
Mad skills: is book-smart and knows a lot about geography, plus, she can fight if she has to.

(i like it)

(Thanks)

Tiffany: she'd listened to the whole ordeal with a smirk. If those idiots could be recruited, so could she. She walked to the table with a confident smile. "Tiffany Parker, Captain."

Rosalie: I looked at her. She seemed a little young. "How old are you?" I asked, puzzled.

Tiffany: "Fifteen, Captain. I'm stronger than I look."

Rosalie: "Have you fought ruthless Navy bastards?"

Tiffany: "I have six strong older brothers that I fight, not to mention the men I occasionally meet around town. Sketchy area, I live in. Navy bastards, not yet. But I can fight in necessary."

Rosalie: "Do your parents know where you are?" I asked, still unsure of whether or not to let a kid on.

Tiffany: Typical. "Mother's long dead, and my father could care less. I assure you, I won't be leaving much behind."

Rosalie: I bit my lip, thinking of what to do. "Okay. Welcome aboard Tiffany." I said, smiling and penning down her name,

Tiffany: She smiled and saluted. "At your service." And then looked around at the crew. Not the best by the looks of it, but it would have to do. This was her chance to see the world.

Rosalie: The bar was closing up for the night. I stood up, and turned to my crew. "Okay, ladies and gentlemen, we are going to return to my ship for the night. Then, at dawn, we sneak into Fort Charles and attack some Navy men. For some of you, it would be easy, and I would appreciate it if you did not complain, for this is a skill assessment, not something to bore your pants off. So, lets go back to the ship." I said, grabbing a bottle of rum.

Dylan: "Assessment test..." I repeated, chuckling slightly. I walked to the ship and took a seat in my chair, leaning back.

Tara: As I passed, I kicked the leg of Dylan's off-balanced chair, sending his sprawling on the deck. I mocked surprise. "Whoops, sorry. It was an accident."

Dylan: "Eh." I put my hands behind my head. "I find this much more comfortable. No sorry needed. In fact, thank you, dearest." I smirked.

Tiffany: "pft." She eyed Dylan as she walked on the ship, and murmered to Tara, "Is he always like that?"

Tara: "Good, because I didn't mean it," I hissed at Dylan and walked to the other side of the deck to mark locations and such. I laughed at Tiffany's comment "So far, yes."

Dylan: I righted myself and laughed. I honestly wouldn't get bored on this ship.

Tiffany: "What a long day this is going to be, then." She smiled at Tara. "I don't think we've officially met. Tiffany Parker," she said, pointing to herself.

Dylan: "Dylan Smith!" I shouted at her in greeting, smirking and waving. I wouldn't annoy her so much. She was 15. Those ages just get annoying.

Tara: "She didn't ask you," I called back to Dylan, then rolled my eyes at Tiffany. "Yes, he keeps things interesting. And I'm Tara Jarboe, cartographer."

Dylan: "I don't care!" I shouted again. Basically, I was trying to have as much fun as possible in the next four months, because that was when I would turn 20, and when all immaturity would have to go away.

Tiffany: "Hmm. A cartographer? If you ever need some help, maps and geography fascinates me." She ignored Dylan and smiled.

Dylan: "Bah," i said with a smirk, leaning back again.

Tara:"I already have an apprentice, but if I need a third set of hands then I'll be sure to let you know," I smiled warmly at her then returned to marking down information.