Application
Name: Captain Amelia
Age: mid to late 20s
Series: Treasure Planet
Job: Catfight Instructor
Canon: Treasure Planet is an example why pirates and treasure hunters are twice as cool when when you put them in space. It follows the protagonist Jim Hawkins, a kid whose attitude and passion for flying in restricted areas was leading into delinquency and the potential incarceration at juvenile hall. However, this all changes when he receives a map from a dying alien pirate -- a map to the legendary Treasure Planet, where the infamous Captain Nathaniel Flint hid the loot of a thousand worlds. Deciding to follow his childhood dream to find the planet, Jim and Dr. Doppler, a friend of the family, hire a captain and assemble a crew to take on the perilous voyage. Along the way they face various challenges; a supernova, a mutiny, and the race to get to the treasure before the pirates who betrayed them do -- but it all ends well, as only a Disney movie can.
Amelia is the feline captain of the R.L.S. Legacy, and she runs a tight ship. Professionalism and perfection are the high standards that she holds herself, her crew, and her ship to, and if you fall short, she'll be the first to tell you. Catty in both senses of the word, she is witty, sarcastic, and refuses to tolerate any stupidity. But she isn't all attitude;she has the skills to keep everything in line. She is quick and agile, able to climb rigging with a cat-like grace, a capable fighter, as well as an expert on sailing ships through even the harshest conditions. Despite her seemingly cold exterior, however, she isn't completely heartless; she does care for those subordinates that have earned her respect, and while they aren't exempt from her criticisms, she does her best to keep them safe.
Sample App:
Well now, how can I put this eloquently? Ms. Sayre, while I was initially relieved when I was informed that I would be able to replace my crew with the "finest crew this side of the Mississippi," I can't say that this is what I had in mind. You see, when I am assured that the crew is able-bodied, I expect them to have at least a sound majority of their limbs intact. And when I am told that they're a strong, healthy crew, I expect them to live up to those words. The gentlemen before me make men infected with scurvy look at the peak of physical shape. While I'm sure they have their uses, I am afraid that I have to ask you to reassemble a crew that is up to par, or I will have to terminate our agreement. After all, I do have the right to be critical; if I am temporarily working as a fighting instructor, I do expect that the payment be equal to services rendered.
I believe I can assume that this gaggle of purple fellows are to be my students then? You'll have to excuse my confusion, as their current behavior seems more suited for a space circus than the battlefield. I suppose points can be given for creativity with regards to their attire, despite the impracticality for combat. The element of surprise can be an asset at times. And a pink sequined dance suit can surely be considered surprising. Alright, all of you! Eyes on me, line up, and zip your howling screamers. I am going to give you your instructions once, and you will execute the directions perfectly, do you understand? ...Perfectly. Not 'purrfectly'. I suppose I should note that enunciation, as well actual wit can also be a useful tool in a fight, though as I am not the Catty Insults Instructor, you will have to seek aid for that on your own. Now back to the subject at hand.
Pay attention as I demonstrate this defensive maneuver. From the way your purple comrade fell, you can tell that I was able to anticipate the way he would move towards me, and turn it against him-- so no, you cannot call it 'the copy-cat,' as that would be inaccurate. ...Nor can you call it a 'little turn on the catwalk.' If you would give your attention to this next move, it will probably save your pathetic skins when someone less patient than I decides that you've made one too many terrible puns. As you can see, I have just scaled up this rather tall tree. Not only does this give me a high vantage point to perhaps take shots at those whom I am fighting, but this-- Fine. Alright, yes, if you are absolutely insistent on it, you can call it 'the ceiling cat', but it's a simple climbing technique really-can also provide for retreat. Now it's your turn.
That... well that was a rather soul-sucking embarrassment, wasn't it? I suppose you should be grateful this is only practice, as the results would have been catastrophic in actual combat. All of you dimwits ran straight into the wall, with the exception of one. Oh, don't believe I'm praising you just yet. You technique was sloppy, and your timing was-- what in the name of the Procyon Armada are you writing? Oh, are you taking notes? Impressive. That's a mark of initiative, a fine quality. Why don't you present them? Perhaps it can be of some benefit to the others.
...We are not amused.
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