Jenny R. Buccaneer

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Jenny R. Buccaneer

• Age: 18
• Height: 5' 8"
• Weight: *ahem*

• Athletics: 4
• Affection: 3
• Skill: 1
• Cunning: 2
• Luck: 1
• Will: 2

• Maid Type: Boyish x2
• Maid Traits: Greedy, Shy, Delinquet (Tobacco)
• Maid Roots: Whimsy
• Stress Explosion: Seclusion
• Maid Weapon: Bombs/Explosives

• Hair: Orange
• Eyes: Gold-Coin
• Uniform: Cream Sailcloth

Background

Jenny was once one of the great scourges of the southern seas. She sailed around the the Pacific, raiding, pillaging, and plundering where ever she went. Her name was feared by both her enemies and her crew, mainly for her love of explosives and the incredible mishaps she was prone to. Her friends feared her mainly for the latter. Her ship, the Crimson Duckie, is covered in the scars of her accidents. Despite all this, however, she managed to amass a huge treasure hoard which she kept aboard ship.

One morning, however, she woke up, and decided that she should become a maid. Before she could question her decision, she sailed the Crimson Duckie onto shore, shooed her crew off of the boat, and dragged it 300 miles inland to the first mansion she saw; Helen King's. She pushed her ship up against the side of the mansion and mushed it into the wall, then cut a hole in the side opening up onto a hallway. She then set about making a uniform out of the sails while the staff of the mansion banged on her door. When she was finished, she opened the door... and realized that she had no idea what she was doing.

Nevertheless, she was accepted by Ms. King as one of the staff, and allowed to stay in her makeshift room. She's served decently up until this point, learning from the other staff, but the repair bills for her mishaps are beginning to pile up. And though she tries hard, her bumbling unluckiness sabotages a great deal of her efforts.

Description

Jenny is an average-sized girl, lean with muscle gained from a life spent at sea. Her skin is tanned dark from the sun, and blends nicely with her dark orange hair. She's petite and slender, athletically muscular, and pretty in a demure wild-woman sort of way. Her eyes are the same color as the gold coins she wears as earrings and the anchor pendant around her neck. Her uniform is made of heavy sailcloth, but is beautifully stitched, with a lace tablecloth and a fishing net forming the fringe and petticoats. Accenting this is a huge fake beard tied under her short hair which almost always has some sort of tobacco product smouldering in its bushy tendrils, just like her hero, Blackbeard. She also has an eyepatch, but can never remember which eye she's supposed to wear it on. Tucked into her petticoats are a bewildering array of explosives, from fuse-lit bombs and fireworks to sophisticated proximity mines and remote-detonated C-4. She keeps a line of claymore mines sewn in strategic areas of her blouse and skirt, both to accentuate and protect her womanly charms.

Her biggest vice is treasure; she can never get enough of it. Gold, jewels, silverware, stock portfolios, anything that has monetary value she can't help but crave. She has a huge mound of treasure sitting in her room, kept under heavy lock and the finest security her purloined money can buy. When alone, she enjoys little more than taking a long, hot bath in money, or modelling in her plundered jewelry and swishy finery. Of course, she'd never let anyone find out.