RP: YAR HAR FIDDLE BE DEE, BEING A PIRATE IS OKAY TO BE
Name: Blodwyn Pritchard
Class: Aint got no class
Occupation: Tavern Wench. In charge of making sure no one squanders the booze.
Weight: You don't ask a lady such questions....134 (in her bra!)
One word can describe Blodwyn: Buxom. She is tall, pale and has more curves than you can handle or shake a stick at, and believe me there are plenty of sticks to shake. Her Auburn hair is slightly wavy, and she has a smattering of freckles in her pale face. Her eyes are a deep mahogany brown.
Fiesty and fiery as any celtic lass could be, she can talk the talk and walk the walk, and can drink any man under the table. She can never sit still, and has a sharp tounge to match her blade. Generally pretty jovial.
Coming from a bar family, Blodwyn was stuck in the waitressing profession since she had a blossoming chest. Sure, it was exploitation on her father's part, but can you blame the man? A busty young daughter brings in all the customers. Fifteen and tired of the dreary and usually rainy emerald isles, she hopped on board a ship and never looked back.
That crew was the Tortuga crew. Yup.
Special Abilities: Makes a mean grog.
Equipment: A sabre at her hip and a flask of whiskey down her blouse.
Baa baa black sheep have you any booze? No sir, no sir, I'm a....sheep~