Hi peoples!!!
Nice to meet ya! I'm Cherie, the (self proclaimed) craziest-yet-friendly pirate in POTC. Let's just skip all the boring stuff about my past that honestly nobody cares about, including me, and say...
I AM CHERIESAUR!!!
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Meh :D
Atm, I'm a mastered pirate with a lot of work to do on sailing. However, ask anyone that knows me, there are a few simple things I OWN at :)
1. Cannon
2. Siege
3. Shooting things
4. Giving advice
5. Insulting people! xD
I'm a KUH-RAZY girl, but I'm not all bad once you get to know me :P One word of advice, though... call my dad a noob and you're going DOWNNNN
La vie et les histoires de Cherie le Porc
Chapitre un: Le dernier au revoir
It was a night to remember. The stars glimmered like diamonds, deceptively fleeting; just when you thought you'd seen one out of the corner of your eye, it would cloak itself in a cloud, teasing. Their ethereal beauty, however, was eclipsed by that of the girl who lay sprawling silently on her bed. Her rosy cheeks gleamed silver in the light of the full moon, her full lips tilted slightly upward in an ephemerally peaceful smile.
Suddenly, a shadow fell over her, and she opened her oak-leaf colored eyes lazily, looking up. Looming over her was her father, Pierre le Porc, with a grimace tearing at the edges of his normally grinning face and eyes flashing with a familiar rage she knew had yet to be directed at her. Pierre le Porc was a reasonable, happy-go-lucky man -- when he wasn't drunk. Otherwise, all reason faded in the blink of an eye. As if some unspoken message had passed between them, her face went blank, devoid of emotion, as she proceeded to take the beating in utter silence.
Afterwards, with a mix of blood and tears dripping down her cheek, Cherie le Porc made up her mind that she was destined to flee, to make a name for herself. "Save for this wretched island," she wrote later that night, " I've yet to explore, to adventure into the unknown. If I am to live my life in captivity, so be it, but I refuse to go down without a fight."
With a farewell note to her longtime love, Alain Boniface, atop her bed and her few pitiful belongings wrapped in a tattered blanket, Cherie made for the docks. Spitting on the wood nearest her father's prized sloop, the Almurri, she leapt into the Morning Star and sailed fearlessly into the pastel glow of the rising sun without a backward glance.
Chapitre deux: Un passé secret - Partie un
Cherie le Porc was born into a life of uncertainty.
Her father, Pierre le Porc, started out as a high ranking officer in the British navy. His prestige and happy-go-lucky nature made him quite popular amongst his peers, and it was not long before Lord Beckett himself began to take notice of the courageous young lad. Taking into account his charismatic demeanor and quickness of mind, Beckett decided to make him an offer he couldn't refuse; for, you see, he was intent on annexing the islands a local fisherman had spotted just a week before into his empire, as he believed their location in the hub of the trading wheel could satisfy even his insatiable appetite for gold.
"How would you, Pierre le Porc, like to lead the group of explorers I aim to send to the new worlds?" Beckett inquired, gesturing his thanks to the bartender as she set a bottle of fine cognac between them.
"Forgive me," Pierre replied, taking a swig off the bottle, "But I daresay the ride's bound to be a little rougher than most of the men, including myself, would find comforting."
"But tell me this," Beckett said, his voice dropping an octave. "Say, if we were to encounter riches, would not the end result of this little escapade be a justification to the means?"
"Can't argue one bit with that logic!" Pierre let out a hearty chuckle, and winked at the bartender.
"Perfect! Let us make plans at dawn," Beckett exclaimed, with a smile so sinister that it stopped a man who'd just entered the bar in his tracks.
Chapitre trois: L'île de misère
After many an arduous day at sea, panic had set in.
Though Cherie was quite the apt sailor, hope of finding land was beginning to disappear. She had lost track of the days she'd spent out at sea, and yearned for Alain Boniface's familiar embrace while the moon's calming touch comforted her like a path she'd walked many times before yet never tired of. Delirious and sore from lack of food and rest, she'd begun to regret her rash decision, yet knew in her heart she'd done the right thing. Fastening the sails in place, she curled up under her tattered blanket, whistling a familiar tune as a tear made its way down her cheek. Alas, the music faded and Cherie let the numb darkness of sleep overtake her.
It was not a moment later that a tremendous crash woke her with a start. The ground trembled beneath her feet in reply. Wait, ground? A quick 360 revealed her to be on a desolate, hazy wasteland, her sloop lying in a forlorn heap of debris adjacent a jagged rock. Not promising. Two shadows raged in the distance. Stepping forward tentatively, Cherie froze as one of the shady figures landed a blow on the other's skull, dropping him hard to his knees. Finding her footing, she unthinkingly began to run towards the figure.
No time, I've got to save him, the forefront of her mind shouted. Are you nuts? A second, smaller voice in the back of her head interjected. This is a suicide mission! But as her feet carried her ever closer to impending peril, all the instinct, all the self-preservation she'd prided herself on over the years faded in a rush of adrenaline.
"Then let's give it a shot," she murmured breathlessly, "and hope he's not accustomed to small women going kamikaze on his behind."
Building her pace to a sprint, she sprang at the standing one, using her momentum to pin him down with her hands at his throat. She caught the silver flash of his dagger and deftly blocked the blow with her arm, but he used the moment of opportunity to catch her off guard, rolling them over so that he was at an advantage. Automatically, she curled her feet up, pressing them into his stomach. Her instructor's words echoed in her head; Do this move wrong and you'll be the one left for dead. Gritting her teeth in defiance, she steeled herself, focusing her energies on what she was about to do. With an icy glare for good measure, she used what leverage she had to kick him up and away at just the right moment in that roll, a nearly textbook-perfect tomoe nage throw. He landed gracefully, catlike, considering the amount of force she'd put into that kick. To the left, she noticed the man he'd had kneeling sprawled face-down on the ground, blood streaming from the gash in his head. Not a killing blow, she thought, almost gleeful that her impulsive thinking had perhaps saved the life of an innocent. Her eyes, however, never left the glowering man and his engraved silver dagger. He was quite large, and well-trained by the looks of it. The only thing she had on him was agility. As she began to drop into a more stable stance, he lunged for her, knife gleaming. She barely had time to dodge his flurry of attacks as he pressed her further and further back into the dark mist. Wrong, wrong, wrong, her mind screamed as he relentlessly forced her back into the unknown. As she drew her prized foul bane repeater, one of his strikes caught her across the side, and with a yelp of pain and fury, she jammed the gun barrel into his forehead. He froze as if a switch had been pulled. The silence was deafening and could've gone on for aeons, but the crunch of gravel marked a new arrival. He smirked. The click of gun safety being turned off both broke the silence and told her why.
"Don't move a muscle."
Chapitre Quatre: Un passé secret - Partie deux
Ahh, the scent of fresh air, marveled Pierre le Porc. These islands are going to be much more difficult to turn over to Beckett than I assumed. As he pondered this dilemma, he glanced back at the sloop he'd been gifted for just this reason. It was the most magnificent sloop he'd ever laid eyes on; and because of this he had yet to give it a name. The quiet rustling of sand underfoot told him the crew was fast at work, and why should he expect anything less? They were the best in the caribbean, hand picked by Lord Beckett himself. Not only that, but they were bound for fame and fortune. Today, they were doing to make history!
"Edmund! Miles! Simon!" He bellowed, and the three stood at attention simultaneously. "Gather up the rest of the crew and tell them that whoever brings me an adequate load of both firewood and hardwoods first is to receive double rations of rum! That goes for you, too," he added, when he saw the dejected expressions on their faces. Quickly they nodded, and scurried off with a skip in their step. Pierre, however, had more on the brain than just rum. Purposefully he strode back to his cabin, and began to write in his journal of the things they'd already done on the escapade, and also of what they had yet to accomplish. A loud series of raps on his door made him start, and threw off his train of thought.
"What is it now?!" he snapped, rather miffed at the interruption. Edmund burst through the door, panting, and apparently without either of the things he asked for. He was about to deliver a stinging retort, when he caught sight of the anxiety in Edmund's usually icy, devoid of emotion eyes. Almost immediately he knew something had gone awry. His brow furrowed; what could it possibly be, this early on?
"Pardon me, sir, but I bring back dreadful news. The island is inhabited. There is an entire village of people claiming to have lived here for multiple generations."
Chapitre Cinq: Temps à laissez faire
Without a word, Cherie acquiesced, and raised her arms in surrendur. The man behind her gave her a thorough pat down with one hand, though his gun remained firmly trained on a spot just below her left ear. He'd been well instructed, by the looks of it, but the tightness in his hand as it made its way over her arms betrayed his uneasiness. Puzzled, she frowned. Why were they treating her as if she were such a threat? Everything about her petite, slender frame exuded delicacy, and she was fairly confident that nobody, save for Alain Boniface, had known of her remarkable skill as a marksman. Even if some rumor had escaped him, her lightning-fast draw wouldn't help her now that she'd been relieved of her weapons.
As she contemplated what could possibly have gotten into their hands, the man behind her slid a blindfold over her eyes and cuffed her hands securely behind her back. Curses! Now how am I supposed to get free?! Seething, she let herself be led into the unknown, confident that some day she would get her vengeance, and all would be as it was meant to.
Chapitre six: Fautes
^^To Be Continued^^
My Besties
They're my everything. If I were asked to describe my best quality, I'd call them out without hesitation. I love them all so much... So many memories created, so many *When LULZ happens* moments, so many ponies... They're the best friends in the world, and I'm the luckiest chica in the world to have people like them (:
(in no particular order)
Chris Swordbones aka Hermit
We met about 8 months ago when I was in INFERNO. At first, let's face it, I was kinda scared of him (the tattoo is a dead giveaway), but after many conversations about how bad the Jonas bros are, how epic Ace Ventura is, laughing about random inside jokes (his nickname, Hermit, was one of em) and fighting over NOMZ, xenomorphs, Chuck Norris, and donuts, he's like the brother I never had. FLEEB IGA QUISHKEEF!
Roger Wildeagle aka Rogiesaur
What can I say about this guy? He's TOTALLY nuts, so we get along REALLY well. We talk about the RANDOMEST things you'll EVER hear, joke about him stealing lady clothes, getting owned by not-so-straight reindeer, and random asians in plays, and sometimes, he even gives me great advice I never would've thought guys had in them. I'm gonna be frank here (don't take it the wrong way) and say we're such good friends idk if he's a guy anymore xD
John Stormpaine aka BACHOOOOOOOO
This dude is the man of many names, but waaaaaay cooler. We can hold out a conversation for hours obsessing over bacon and fruitz and talking in code (joob, faff, dunce helmet, fancy pants, eckztra krispeh, jewp da whoop, hebrew hammah, and many more). He also took me to trolltropolis =D *I love picking on french fries like he who should not be named...* Best franz forever, bruh =)
Sam Revenge aka Samchez
This dude is my maid and absolute favorite ginger (yeah I went there). Of all my friends, he and I can keep a chat fever going for the longest time (its pretty close with Rogie, Hermit, Bacho and Tia around though xD). We chat about packages, Justin Bieber, electric chairs, corners of doom, underdrawz, Megan Fox, Angelina Jolie - runs out of breath... Point is, he's my best heshe friend (even Rogie still qualifies as a he xD), and probably the only one I know that says OMG 24/7 and . Love ya like meatballs, man =P
Aplentia aka Tia
Though the four dudes- wait, make that 3 plus Sam- keep me pretty amazingly hyper, any normal chica needs an exclusively girl bestie. That's where Tia comes in. We gossip about boys, sing to random songs, laugh about creepy jokes, and plot against her stalker, Creeptana (my nickname for him) on a regular basis. But you wanna know what I value most of all? She's given me the advice I need to stay on the right path. Without this girl, I'd probably not be with my current boyfriend (and probably not be happy about being a single lady either, shocker!). She's my sister from another mister, and if you wanna get all up in her grill, be prepared for me to bust a cap/go kamikaze mode, cuz we stick together no matter what. Love ya sis (=
David Light
David. What else is there to say? You're like a brother to me, and probably the most sensitive guy I've EVER met. For whatever reason, you understand my feelings in a way that I sometimes don't, and you're ALWAYS there to help me cope. You've never let me down once, and we can just talk about random stuff for ages =P You're an amazing friend, and I sure hope you feel similarly about me, enough to confide in me, because I owe you big time!
Capt. Skull X
After 7 months together, we both called it quits, but he has always been a great friend and always will be.
And some others who deserve mentioning...
Edgar Wildrat (mom)- For being a reliable banana stealer =P
Izzy McFizzy (Swizzlator)- We only met last night, but even at 3 in the morning, you kept me entertained with a convo bout kit kats and hot guys at cirque du soleil =P NOTE I named my character after her xD
Hannah Bluefeather- She's a great girl with an amazing personality. My fave rocker ninja. Keepin it real yo (=
John Breasly- Cause he wanted to be on this list, and I'm gonna try and blackmail him into wearing colors =D hes also funnier than I thought he would be!
Jack Stormskull (Jackie Chan)- We've known each other for agesssss, I call him michigan sometimes xD he was gone for a few months, so I kinda thought he got termed, but now that hes back we're havin our same old random convos, and he'll probably end up on the besties list (=
Of course, as always, I saved the best for last...
Bill Plunderbones aka Billy Roll
We were best friends for the longest time, and for a while I confided in you about anything and everything. But recently.. It's more. We talk like siblings, fight like children, and obsess over the same things (STEAK AND YUGIOH WOOOOOOOT!!!!). I've never met a guy more caring, and willing to stand by me when I need it, even though while I do my best to return the favor I can't be the extraordinary friend you are to me. I love you so much, Billy roll.. Never forget that.
P.S. Getting banned was totally worth it xD
- awkward silence
Cherie: If you have any poo, fling it now...
Roger: Drat i left it in my other pants!
Cherie: -hands other pants- now aren't you glad you didnt wash them
Roger: where'd you get those...
Cherie: um... skull took them when you were ko'd in the store
Roger: THAT LITTLE-
Cherie: shhhh rogie he might hear us!
Roger: but i thought he left?
Cherie: thats what u think