Post by helena ariadne ward on Jun 29, 2012 4:55:08 GMT -6
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 the basics FULL NAME helena ariadne ward. AGE & DOB twenty five | thirteenth of november HOMETOWN salonica, greece. ETHNICITY greek/american, caucasion LANGUAGES SPOKEN greek, spanish, english, russian, french, irish, american sign language. SEXUAL ORIENTATION heterosexual. HAIR COLOR brown EYE COLOR grey-blue HEIGHT & WEIGHT five foot ten | 120 DISTINGUISHING MARKS jolly roger tattoo on left shoulder blade, vertical scar on her right hip about seven cm long. LIKES/DISLIKES - likes: -- tequila. -- the sea. -- food. -- beer. -- her shipmates. -- being a kick ass bitch. -- rock music. -- dingy bars. -- her knives. -- thrilling activities. -- being in the outdoors. -- swimming. -- the beach. -- traveling. -- coffee. -- fun. -- singing. -- money. - dislikes: -- drugs/druggies. -- pretentious rich people. -- airplanes/flying. -- people messing with her family, pirate or real. -- people touching her knives. -- pop music. -- wasted food. -- badly made food. -- boredom. -- being away from the sea. -- excessive makeup. -- preppy clothes. -- baby pink. -- stupid people. -- her dyslexia. STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES - strengths: -- her cooking skills. -- her ability to hold her alcohol. -- her knife throwing/shooting/hunting/self defense skills. -- accepting nature. -- singing; she's got a low husky voice. -- her memory. - weaknesses: -- very ambiguous morals. -- her ship mates/family. -- her fear of flying. -- her short attention span for romantic relationships. -- her need for thrilling adventures. -- her dyslexia. SECRETS one. she has dyslexia. most of the time she can't read a book unless the letters are really big. she has only told her ship mates but no one else. two. she was raped in jail several times by the chief prison guard. never told anyone, and has promised herself she never will. | in depth |
PERSONALITY
hey bitches. i'm sassy, a little ball of fire or so they say. people don't walk all over me, i walk all over them. i'm feisty and bossy but hey when you're on a ship with five other people you develop this mothering instinct that instantly gives you the ability to tell people what to do. i'm very protective of the people i love and will do anything for them. this includes but isn't limited to my ship mates and my family back home even though i don't see them much. people say i have a bad attitude. i'm constantly talking back to people, and i like to fall into arguing with people. i don't know why but i like arguing, it keeps me happy.
i'm constantly looking for good times and adrenalin rushes. everywhere i go i like to put myself in danger so i can feel alive. i know, i know, it sounds cheesy but the way it makes me feel is amazing. after my time in jail i like to feel the freedom of being able to do whatever i want. i know my parents will never understand but i can't help it. freedom and fun are my calling. i guess you could say i'm arrogant, though really i'm only arrogant about my cooking skills which are amazing by the way. i'm definitely confident. i have swagger in my step and a bad ass look to my face. as a person i'm very proud, i don't like to ask for help and this often gets me in trouble. i'm also very stubborn, i will kick and scream when i want or believe something. it's not easy to change my mind.
when i'm angry, you'll know about it. i have been known to throw dishes and scream like a banshee. i'm very dangerous when i'm mad so people tend to try and keep me happy. plus you know, i have knives and a gun so watch out. oh and when someone crosses me my revenge is brutal and my grudge long so don't. when it comes to relationships i have a problem with sticking around with one person. as a pirate i'm constantly traveling so serious relationships are impossible. besides, there's always the niggling doubt that i actually deserve to be loved. when nikos raped me in jail he told me that i didn't deserve to be loved, that i was unlovable. i know i shouldn't believe this but i do. it's always there in the back of my head. it's why i go through guys like tissues. another thing hampering my ability to find a sustainable relationship is that i'm greedy, morally ambiguous and impatient. but otherwise i'm flirtatious and friendly. i'm very accepting of all people unless they're rapists or pedophiles, then i believe we should burn them alive.
even with my dyslexia, i'm still very smart. of course i didn't do very well at school because i could barely read anything but this hasn't affected me in the end. when my parents learned about it they started reading things out loud. it turned out that i have a first class memory so i ended up picking up languages instead of algebra. i don't worry about school smarts. i graduated highschool and that was it. i prize my intelligence more anyway.
so all up i'm your average chick, just with a bad attitude and a pirate ship.
i'm constantly looking for good times and adrenalin rushes. everywhere i go i like to put myself in danger so i can feel alive. i know, i know, it sounds cheesy but the way it makes me feel is amazing. after my time in jail i like to feel the freedom of being able to do whatever i want. i know my parents will never understand but i can't help it. freedom and fun are my calling. i guess you could say i'm arrogant, though really i'm only arrogant about my cooking skills which are amazing by the way. i'm definitely confident. i have swagger in my step and a bad ass look to my face. as a person i'm very proud, i don't like to ask for help and this often gets me in trouble. i'm also very stubborn, i will kick and scream when i want or believe something. it's not easy to change my mind.
when i'm angry, you'll know about it. i have been known to throw dishes and scream like a banshee. i'm very dangerous when i'm mad so people tend to try and keep me happy. plus you know, i have knives and a gun so watch out. oh and when someone crosses me my revenge is brutal and my grudge long so don't. when it comes to relationships i have a problem with sticking around with one person. as a pirate i'm constantly traveling so serious relationships are impossible. besides, there's always the niggling doubt that i actually deserve to be loved. when nikos raped me in jail he told me that i didn't deserve to be loved, that i was unlovable. i know i shouldn't believe this but i do. it's always there in the back of my head. it's why i go through guys like tissues. another thing hampering my ability to find a sustainable relationship is that i'm greedy, morally ambiguous and impatient. but otherwise i'm flirtatious and friendly. i'm very accepting of all people unless they're rapists or pedophiles, then i believe we should burn them alive.
even with my dyslexia, i'm still very smart. of course i didn't do very well at school because i could barely read anything but this hasn't affected me in the end. when my parents learned about it they started reading things out loud. it turned out that i have a first class memory so i ended up picking up languages instead of algebra. i don't worry about school smarts. i graduated highschool and that was it. i prize my intelligence more anyway.
so all up i'm your average chick, just with a bad attitude and a pirate ship.
FAMILY LIFE
my family is huge. think parents, siblings, extended family. the best thing was we all loved each other. every day it was get up, everyone running around trying to get ready for school or work down at the docks and then off to school for us younger ones. later in the afternoon we'd run home to mama and she would take our things so we could run down to the docks to help out my father and the others who were helping with the boats. in the summers we would always laze about the fire, singing and playing instruments or hunting out in the fields. my family was always working class, always on the sea or the on a farm. it was because of them that i have any good in me at all.
PARENTS/SIBLINGS
quintan ward - father - fifty five - fisherman/smuggler:
my father and i always had a special relationship. he was the one who taught me everything i know about putting together traps, fishing and hunting in the woods. he's a big tower of a man, an american who traveled to greece, fell in love with my mother and stayed. say what you will about me i'm a daddy's girl at heart.
catalina ward - mother - fifty - housewife:
my mama is a dear. she's very old fashioned at heart and believes women should run around after men. then again she also has this great attitude that she can get men to do anything she wants and runs her household like you would an army barracks or something. somehow in all the chaos she finds a way to make everything run okay. i love her so much when i come home i pretend to be orthodox christian just for her.
silbings: (see below for details): all of us ward siblings are very close. we were always the family that stuck together, even at school we all stood up for each other no matter what. i love them and they love me even with what i do, especially since some of them are smugglers now.
achilles ward - brother - thirty five - fisherman/smuggler.
cassandra ward - sister in law - thirty four - primary school teacher.
alexander ward - nephew - elven.
basil ward - nephew - eight.
kay ward - niece - three.
george ward - brother - thirty - farmer/smuggler.
kira ward - sister in law - twenty eight - nurse.
salena ward - niece - nine.
hector ward - nephew - five.
jason ward - brother - twenty eight - fisherman/smuggler.
ianthe ward - sister to be in law - fisherwoman/smuggler.
mira ward - sister - twenty - fisherwoman/smuggler.
my father and i always had a special relationship. he was the one who taught me everything i know about putting together traps, fishing and hunting in the woods. he's a big tower of a man, an american who traveled to greece, fell in love with my mother and stayed. say what you will about me i'm a daddy's girl at heart.
catalina ward - mother - fifty - housewife:
my mama is a dear. she's very old fashioned at heart and believes women should run around after men. then again she also has this great attitude that she can get men to do anything she wants and runs her household like you would an army barracks or something. somehow in all the chaos she finds a way to make everything run okay. i love her so much when i come home i pretend to be orthodox christian just for her.
silbings: (see below for details): all of us ward siblings are very close. we were always the family that stuck together, even at school we all stood up for each other no matter what. i love them and they love me even with what i do, especially since some of them are smugglers now.
achilles ward - brother - thirty five - fisherman/smuggler.
cassandra ward - sister in law - thirty four - primary school teacher.
alexander ward - nephew - elven.
basil ward - nephew - eight.
kay ward - niece - three.
george ward - brother - thirty - farmer/smuggler.
kira ward - sister in law - twenty eight - nurse.
salena ward - niece - nine.
hector ward - nephew - five.
jason ward - brother - twenty eight - fisherman/smuggler.
ianthe ward - sister to be in law - fisherwoman/smuggler.
mira ward - sister - twenty - fisherwoman/smuggler.
HISTORY
so i guess i should start with when my parents met shouldn't i? you know, since a lot of my life started before i was even born. papa was a smuggler in america. he worked smuggling things in and out of mexico by land or by boat. one day he got a job to smuggle some things out of turkey and into greece by my mother's father. they ended up falling in love, marrying and having five children. this was in a small town outside of salonica called remos. i was their fourth child and at that time the baby of the family. everyone was relieved to finally see a little girl after so many years of boys running around the place. my mother was glad to see she had a girl to dress up in pretty clothes while my father thought i was a little princess. everyone was very protective of me and i loved it.
as i grew up my father made sure to teach us everything he knew about smuggling, fishing and farming. he was an expert in all three and we loved learning it. i was the quickest of the lot. i learned to climb the ropes, adjust the sales, skin a deer faster than anyone else. it was amazing the thrill of the wind rushing through your hair when you were fifteen feet off the ground. us children never participated in the smuggling, mum and dad wouldn't let us. said they wanted us to choose what we wanted to do in life even though we ended up choosing the smuggling and farming business. when i was a young girl i also learned to love adrenalin in all it's forms. i was always the one to beat all the children climbing up a tree or jumping off the highest rock into the sea. when i started primary school i began to notice just how hard it was for me to read the books we were given. to me they seemed like a jumbled mess on the page, something i couldn't read but everyone else could. there are no words for how frustrating that was. that was when my parents found out and started helping me. i knew then that i wouldn't be able to do anything that required reading or excessive studying. it just wasn't my thing.
so i lost interest in school and focused on the outdoors. school was hell for me but i graduated high school just for my parents. they always wanted me to do something with myself. i always feared they were a bit disappointed that i didn't amount to more. anyway, when i was growing up i basically looked like a giant bean pole. i was always the tallest of the girls and most of the boys. it used to make me very awkward until one day i suddenly started developing a bit of curves and boobs actually became boobs. they still weren't much but they made me look so much more attractive. by the time i was seventeen i had most of the boys in the town running after me. i also had the eye of the a man called nikos banikas. he was the chief guard at the prison in the town over and had an eye of young girls. we all hated him but he had the sort of corrupted power that people fear. well one day i decided i wanted to try shooting people. i'd had a couple of weeks training with my father when i decided to take the gun out myself and practice.
i got caught after a couple of shots at some cans and since we didn't have a gun license i was convicted and sent to jail for one year. it was the worst year of my life. once inside i learned pretty quickly that corruption in greece spread further than the smuggling my father and uncles did. the women in jail were stupid bitches. they all had anger problems or damaged pasts and one bitch took a dislike to me as soon as she saw me. every day she would curse and attack me. one day i attacked her back, knocked her a couple of times in the face, and i was sent to see nikos. that was the first time he raped me. said he'd been watching me for a while and that if i played nice he'd get me out early. i spat in his face and then he took my virginity like i was some common whore. i hated him so much. all i wanted to do was kill him but i couldn't waste my life on him. i thought about telling my family but i was too ashamed.
a couple of days later he raped me again. i spent most of my time in jail crying in my cell, trying to block it all out. this pattern continued until i was finally let out. when i was free again i swore to myself that i was never going to go back to anything like that again. god, that whole year tore apart my soul and almost left me a shadow of who i once was. almost. except i swore that i would get nikos back. when i got home again i joined my father in smuggling and pretended everything was fine, but eventually i couldn't stay at home. for one thing i felt the pull of the need for adventure consume me and for another i couldn't see nikos' face ever again. not when it brought back those fucking memories. so i took off, first i started in athens. i started waitressing my way around the coast of greece and then worked on a cruise ship over to italy where i worked my way through different seaside cafes and restaraunts learning different recipes. i loved cooking, it became my passion besides the sea and dangerous sports.
everywhere i went i learned new recipes and committed them to memory. i loved it, i often phoned my family back home to let them know i hadn't died and how i was but besides that i was out living life. after the close quarters and boring hours of the jail cell, the constant rapes by nikos and the attatcks by prison bitches left me craving for the things that would make sure i really felt alive. when i was twenty i signed on with a pirate. i had always been fascinated by them and the work was exhilerating, i learned to finally wield a gun properly. i had always been good with knives so that became my specialty. these were the years when i was just working with roberts, avery and drake. a year into my station i felt i had to return home for the first time in five years. i took some leave for a week and went home. the rest of the pirates would do well enough without me. i arrived home and had all the usual familial celebrations but on my second last day i saw nikos. when he saw me he sneered and i knew, i just knew he was doing what he'd done to me to someone else. later that day i slit his throat with one of my knives. it wasn't closure but it was enough for now.
a couple of months later was when the navy attacked our ship. that's where i got the scar on my hip, where a piece of wood caught me. most of the crew went down with the ship, the captain too but a couple of us got away. after that we stole a ship, made roberts the captain and set sail again. we all had the same duties though avery and roberts moved up the chain but we were missing some key figures. for a year we had to take on extra duties until three and a half years ago we found thia and greaves. thia became our navigator and greaves became our carpenter and we were a complete crew. at first it was hard getting used to new people on board but eventually it got better. especially when we learned sign language so we could communicate better with thia. we're all like a little family now. we sail, fight and drink together. sometimes it can get a little rough on long trips but otherwise we're thicker than thieves.
these days we're on the way to valkyrie to sell a boat we stole and follow the orders of captain. from what i've heard about the town it sounds like i'm going to paint it red a couple of times at least. this should be fun.
[/td][/tr]as i grew up my father made sure to teach us everything he knew about smuggling, fishing and farming. he was an expert in all three and we loved learning it. i was the quickest of the lot. i learned to climb the ropes, adjust the sales, skin a deer faster than anyone else. it was amazing the thrill of the wind rushing through your hair when you were fifteen feet off the ground. us children never participated in the smuggling, mum and dad wouldn't let us. said they wanted us to choose what we wanted to do in life even though we ended up choosing the smuggling and farming business. when i was a young girl i also learned to love adrenalin in all it's forms. i was always the one to beat all the children climbing up a tree or jumping off the highest rock into the sea. when i started primary school i began to notice just how hard it was for me to read the books we were given. to me they seemed like a jumbled mess on the page, something i couldn't read but everyone else could. there are no words for how frustrating that was. that was when my parents found out and started helping me. i knew then that i wouldn't be able to do anything that required reading or excessive studying. it just wasn't my thing.
so i lost interest in school and focused on the outdoors. school was hell for me but i graduated high school just for my parents. they always wanted me to do something with myself. i always feared they were a bit disappointed that i didn't amount to more. anyway, when i was growing up i basically looked like a giant bean pole. i was always the tallest of the girls and most of the boys. it used to make me very awkward until one day i suddenly started developing a bit of curves and boobs actually became boobs. they still weren't much but they made me look so much more attractive. by the time i was seventeen i had most of the boys in the town running after me. i also had the eye of the a man called nikos banikas. he was the chief guard at the prison in the town over and had an eye of young girls. we all hated him but he had the sort of corrupted power that people fear. well one day i decided i wanted to try shooting people. i'd had a couple of weeks training with my father when i decided to take the gun out myself and practice.
i got caught after a couple of shots at some cans and since we didn't have a gun license i was convicted and sent to jail for one year. it was the worst year of my life. once inside i learned pretty quickly that corruption in greece spread further than the smuggling my father and uncles did. the women in jail were stupid bitches. they all had anger problems or damaged pasts and one bitch took a dislike to me as soon as she saw me. every day she would curse and attack me. one day i attacked her back, knocked her a couple of times in the face, and i was sent to see nikos. that was the first time he raped me. said he'd been watching me for a while and that if i played nice he'd get me out early. i spat in his face and then he took my virginity like i was some common whore. i hated him so much. all i wanted to do was kill him but i couldn't waste my life on him. i thought about telling my family but i was too ashamed.
a couple of days later he raped me again. i spent most of my time in jail crying in my cell, trying to block it all out. this pattern continued until i was finally let out. when i was free again i swore to myself that i was never going to go back to anything like that again. god, that whole year tore apart my soul and almost left me a shadow of who i once was. almost. except i swore that i would get nikos back. when i got home again i joined my father in smuggling and pretended everything was fine, but eventually i couldn't stay at home. for one thing i felt the pull of the need for adventure consume me and for another i couldn't see nikos' face ever again. not when it brought back those fucking memories. so i took off, first i started in athens. i started waitressing my way around the coast of greece and then worked on a cruise ship over to italy where i worked my way through different seaside cafes and restaraunts learning different recipes. i loved cooking, it became my passion besides the sea and dangerous sports.
everywhere i went i learned new recipes and committed them to memory. i loved it, i often phoned my family back home to let them know i hadn't died and how i was but besides that i was out living life. after the close quarters and boring hours of the jail cell, the constant rapes by nikos and the attatcks by prison bitches left me craving for the things that would make sure i really felt alive. when i was twenty i signed on with a pirate. i had always been fascinated by them and the work was exhilerating, i learned to finally wield a gun properly. i had always been good with knives so that became my specialty. these were the years when i was just working with roberts, avery and drake. a year into my station i felt i had to return home for the first time in five years. i took some leave for a week and went home. the rest of the pirates would do well enough without me. i arrived home and had all the usual familial celebrations but on my second last day i saw nikos. when he saw me he sneered and i knew, i just knew he was doing what he'd done to me to someone else. later that day i slit his throat with one of my knives. it wasn't closure but it was enough for now.
a couple of months later was when the navy attacked our ship. that's where i got the scar on my hip, where a piece of wood caught me. most of the crew went down with the ship, the captain too but a couple of us got away. after that we stole a ship, made roberts the captain and set sail again. we all had the same duties though avery and roberts moved up the chain but we were missing some key figures. for a year we had to take on extra duties until three and a half years ago we found thia and greaves. thia became our navigator and greaves became our carpenter and we were a complete crew. at first it was hard getting used to new people on board but eventually it got better. especially when we learned sign language so we could communicate better with thia. we're all like a little family now. we sail, fight and drink together. sometimes it can get a little rough on long trips but otherwise we're thicker than thieves.
these days we're on the way to valkyrie to sell a boat we stole and follow the orders of captain. from what i've heard about the town it sounds like i'm going to paint it red a couple of times at least. this should be fun.
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OTHER CHARACTERS anna and jon.
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YEARS OF EXPERIENCE lots.
OTHER CHARACTERS anna and jon.
HOW'D YOU FIND US? caution
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