Name: Layla Reed

Age: 22

Bio: After having been sold on the black market when young, she was bought by a captain to help clean the insides of his boat. But when he saw how she acted, he took her under his wing instead.

During a fight four years ago, he'd ended up getting killed so she had taken over his boat and crew. Some were kept, others replaced.

But when she was around the age of 10 and she had just become close to the captain, she was given her first and last sword. The sword was something that one would find in a fairy tale. Why?

It was cursed

With this sword, it has grown with her. Its strength represents her mental and physical power as one. And it can also induce horrible images for those who try to touch it, other than herself. It will give the wielder horrible images of whatever it is that he fears the most. And as the intensity of the images grows, he soon winds up trying to kill himself to escape the torture.

But, if the sword breaks, her life is to be stripped.

She can only be hurt when the sword is. If her body is physically cut, the wound is quick to heal. But if the sword gets scratched in combat, then she receives a proper wound that takes a natural amount of time to heal.

Name: Noelle Black

Age: Twenty years young.

Gender: Female

Bio: Noelle was born to wealthy parents. She was known throughout her town as the mayor's daughter, and whatever she wanted? She got. Why? Because no one wanted to get on hers, or her father's bad side.

Her mother was the town's council leader, and her father's most trusted advisor. Her mother was a softy with Noelle, and gave her what she wanted when she wanted it. Thus, Noelle grew up a spoiled brat.

Noelle never had to work for anything, it was always there. She had copious amounts of money, and she could buy what she wanted. She had dozens of servants waiting on her every day, and whenever one made a mistake, she fired them. She most definitely was a spoiled brat.

Her parents didn't care what she did, as long as she was safe, and wasn't in any danger. Most of the guys sought after her due to her incredible wealth and her unique looks, but most of the girls loathed her. This was due to her bad personality.

[IMGleft]http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t279/Narasgirl/Anime/CeliaPirate.jpg[/IMGleft] Layla smirked as she stood at the front of her ship, arms crossed over her chest as they pulled into the towns dock, taking a glance around at the curious eyes that gazed up at her and her ship. The boat was large and grand, though it was also old. But then again, that meant that is was a reliable vessel.

"A'right, Git on down dere and get meh some goods." She smirked to the crew that wasn't doing anything. Some of the men were busy with getting the boat tied to the dock, two carrying a long blank of wood and throwing it over a shallow space in the wooden siding, the long blank meeting with the dock. The plank seemed to have grooves in it.

The men quickly began to make their way off of the boat, the woman being the last off. She had her pistol in its sheath, as well as her sword, a curious look in her eyes though there was a smirk still upon her lips. Around her shoulder, a white and curiously-marked coat hung, a golden chain hugging against her neck, keeping it on her form.

The woman wandered more inward into the town, finding the awkward glances amusing.

"I. Don't. CARE! I want it now!" a loud female voice rang out, and glass breaking sounded as the plate a young female was holding clattered onto the floor. The terrified servant ran out of the room immediately, and the girl stared after her. "When mama get's home, she's fired..." she mumbled to herself, picking up the edges of her skirt and stepping over the broken glass. She wandered over to the window, and pulled back the silk curtain. The sun was out, and a boat was docked in the docks. "Why is there a boat here..? Cassandra!!!" she roared, turning to see the frightened girl with a peeled and sliced apple in her hand.

"Y-Yes mi'lady?" she squeaked.

"Get me my shoes!"

"R-right away."

With a nod and a slight squeak, the frightened girl ran from the doorway. The girl stood there, tapping her foot in impatience. The phone beside the bed rang, and she hurried over to it. Picking it up, she answered in an annoyed tone, "Who is it?" The other end was quiet for a moment, with the sound of hushed voices before a woman came on. "Noelle? Baby? What's wrong? Did Cassandra do something to upset you? I'll get you a new servant girl, right away!" Noelle's face lit up and she smiled slightly. "Oh mama! She's horrible. She never is on time, and she always tries to disobey me!" She whined. She looked up, and Cassandra re-entered the room with her boots. "Mama, Cassandra's finally here, I've gotta go. Love you. Bye Mama!" With that, the phone was hung up, and Noelle impatiently glared at Cassandra. "Well?" her tone was harsh and cold. Cassandra hurried over, and crouched in front of Noelle, slipping the boots on her tiny feet. She laced them up, and then stood back. Noelle glared at her, and she hurried from the room. Noelle gave a satisfied nod, grabbed her coat, and left the room.

It wasn't long before she was out amongst the town, and was being followed by a long stream of boys. They were all trying, and competing for her attention. But all she cared about was finding out why someone had docked their boat, in her docks. Well, they weren't really hers, but she considered them hers. Keeping a close eye on the dock, Noelle didn't pay any attention to the road in front of her. So when she bumped into someone, she was more then a little surprised - and annoyed. "Hey! Watch where you're going miss! I swear, if my daddy finds out that you walked into me.... Why he'll-" She noticed for a moment the woman's odd way of dressing. First of all she had a pistol on her, second of all there was a sword on her too. "You're not a pirate are you? I'm telling daddy! He'll have you arrested!" Noelle screamed, attracting more than a few glares.

The woman raised a brow as she heard the others voice, rolling her eyes as she suddenly shoved a hand over her mouth. "Y'er cute when y're hushed." She teased, laughing and lowering her hand. "Nn.. Anyfin wort' buyin' in dis li'il place?" The woman asked idly. This town was nice and was clean, but she'd seen much grander and places that had much more to offer. She'd been all around the world, quite easily more than once. But she had stopped counting, seeing no point in paying attention to such a trivial idea.

Her eyes trailed over the others' form and she looked away after a moment. The loud female was cute, one did have to admit.. But her voice quickly drew away from that. It seemed like she wasn't intimidated, either, by the threat of being arrested or having the girl tell her father about what happened.

Layla looked back to the other, awaiting an answer though now figured that she would get nothing more than yelling. And with said yelling, something would seriously have to be done. For it would then appear that the younger woman would obviously not really know just who she actually was.

There were posters of her all over the towns and cities, but yet... She was never turned in to the police. She was someone who slipped away from police with ease and was well-known among the black market. So with such a base, she was able to get around without being detected. Well... When she wanted to that is.

So, was Layla right?

When a hand was shoved over Noelle's mouth, she immediately became irritated. How dare she! Just who did she think she was?! When she was asked if there was anything worth buying, she nodded. "Yes there is, but why should I tell you? You're just a lousy old pirate! My daddy's the mayor you know! He'll get you arrested!!!" she yelled. Yeah, she was attracting lots of attention, and by now a crowd had started gathering. A pirate talking to the infamous daughter of the Mayor. "You have no right to leave your boat in my docks!!!!! I'll have it blown to bits!" she yelled, before crossing her arms over her dress angrily.

The pirate laughed as she listened , finding the girls words to be rather amusing. There was no need for such yelling. Her eyes took a quick glance around the group of people, though among the bystanders, she saw her own men peering into what was going on. "Nn.. Awright, den.” The pirate said before she suddenly pulled her sword from its sheath, tugging the slender child close to herself.

Yer voice is gettin’ on me nerves. But now dat I got all dis attention, I’m thinkin’ that it be best to bring you wit me. Since cher daddy is the mayor, we’s bound to get good loot for a brat like you. " Layla grinned, taking a step forward and forcing the girl with her. “Iffin anyone thinks dat dey should be playin’ officer, you best rethink your actions.” She warned, watching the onlookers.