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Post by CJ on Feb 9, 2012 1:45:12 GMT -5
This thread will be used for recording NPC's. Entries will be made based on what future arcs might require. Note that the boundaries for an NPC character are somewhat lax compared to a regular character. They can be "overpowered" if needed for a particular instance or storyline.
Please use the template below or any other equivalent.
Name: Gender: Age: Birthday: Homeland: Height: Weight: Build: Hair: Skin: Eye Color: Blood Type: Race: (Human or Fishman? For other possible original races, please message me.) Alliance: (Pirates or Marines? What is their rank?) Personality: (Should be one or two sentences at least) Weapons: Ship (if any):
Abilities: (What sets your character apart from others? How do they fight or go about their daily life?)
Devil Fruit: (Note that this section does not apply to anyone without a Devil Fruit. Note that characters without Devil Fruits tend to be more interesting than those that do. State the name and ability here and what category it falls into. Try to avoid Logias.)
Rokushiki Ability: (These apply for non Devil Fruit users only. Note that your character does not need to have a Rokushiki Ability. Also, you must come up with a good reason as to why this character has these abilities in the Background. Also, no more than three for starting characters. More may be added on later or with permission from an Administrator or Moderator.)
Attack Names: (Just about every member on the Straw Hat crew has their own named attacks. Once again, these are not necessary but if you feel like naming some attacks off. Feel free to.)
Appearance: (This section should be at least six sentences long. Please make an accurate description so that other players may play off of it.)
Background: (This section should be at least twelve to fifteen sentences. This gives me an accurate description of who your character is. Be sure to include their origin. The biggest thing that we're looking for is: what events made your character who he or she is today? Who did they interact with? Why are they this way?)
Dream: (Just about every One Piece character has a dream. What are your character's?)
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Post by CJ on Feb 9, 2012 1:48:28 GMT -5
Name: Gracie Grace Gender: Female Age: 25 Birthday: March 1 Homeland: End Island, Previously: - Unknown - Height: Average Weight: Light Build: Scrawny Hair: Dark Blonde Skin: Pale Eye Color: Light Green Blood Type: B+ Race: Human Alliance: Marines, Secretary Personality: Gracie is a rather shy individual who does not believe in herself. She is sensitive toward others opinions and will do anything to avoid disobeying her Captain's orders. Weapons: A copious amount of pearl colored pistols. Ship (if any): - None -
Devil Fruit: - None –
Rokushiki Ability: Armament Haki
This Haki allows the user to defend themselves against most attacks. In Gracie's case, she has utilized this so much she can block most offenses.
Appearance: Gracie has a typical “secretary” outfit with a short jacket and petticoat. It is white, to match her Marine coworkers. Her hair is perfectly tightened into a bun, leaving some strands hanging around her face. She wears a small teal backpack when out of her office.
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Name: Patrick Saint March Gender: Male Age: 32 Birthday: March 17 Homeland: End Island, Previously: - Unknown - Height: Tall Weight: Heavy Build: Muscular Hair: Blonde Skin: Pale Eye Color: Glossed gray Blood Type: A- Race: Human Alliance: Marines, Commander Personality: March is a happy-go-lucky guy. Despite being blind, he has a positive outlook on the world. He genuinely wants to help others, especially those he deems as good. Weapons: His fists. Ship (if any): The Hydra Claw, which he is looking to give away.
Abilities: Observation Haki
This form of Haki allows him to sense the presence of others. In its dormant state, he can sense physical presence. When focused, he can predict attacks, feel others emotions, understand the nature of individuals and judge strength.
Devil Fruit: - None –
Rokushiki Ability: - Unknown -
Appearance: March is a large, muscular man. He normally wears sports wear glasses, which hid his blind eyes. He wears a typically uniform for a Commander with a large Marine coat to match.
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Name: Morgana Fate Gender: Female Age: 28 Birthday: October 5 Homeland: End Island, Previously: - Unknown - Height: Average Weight: Light Build: Toned Hair: Black, Cropped short Skin: Extremely pale. Eye Color: Red Blood Type: AB+ Race: Human. Alliance: Marines, Captain Personality: Merciless. Strict. Fate does not trust anyone aside from March or Gracie. She keeps to herself as much as possible. Weapons: Two sabers. She uses them expertly, almost inhumanly, suggesting she had much time to become attained with them. Ship (if any): - Unknown -
Devil Fruit: - None –
Rokushiki Ability: Conqueror's Haki
Fate is a rare user of Conqueror's Haki, which allows her to dominate those with weak will.
Appearance: Captain Fate wears a black motorcycle suit and helmet. There is a blue, Marine logo on one side of the helmet. Sometimes this outfit will alternate, depending on where she is and what she is doing. Her face is rarely ever shown.
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Background (Shared): End Island was a place built solely to house orphans.
It was a massive orphanage, taking in unwanted children or those with nowhere else to go. It was a relatively sound organization. It treated its children adequately and provided them with some education.
Patrick March was a blind child who spent most of his time by himself. He read from his limited books and memorized the space of the outside grounds in his spare time.
One day, he was approached by a much younger friend of his named Gracie. She had found a dark room in the basement of their building while looking for a lost toy. When she entered it, she heard a loud, piercing scream.
“It was loud, like a monster,” she said with tears in her eyes.
Patrick went to investigate it, bringing Gracie along with him. The two came upon where she had mentioned. It was a large, concrete door, blocking any sort of foreign substance from entering through.
They tugged on the large handle and opened the dark room. The same scream Gracie heard before suddenly sounded.
“Shut out the light!” the voice shouted. Patrick could hear and smell something, like burning flesh.
But Patrick didn’t close the door. Something bothered him about the room and he had to find out what it was. He asked Gracie to stay behind as he shut the door and entered the black place.
There was something in front of him that he didn’t understand. It was a shape, much like him, but he could make out what it was without touching or hearing its sound. It was composed of something he didn’t understand:
Color. It was the color red.
“What are you doing here?” the voice inquired, angry and confused. Patrick linked the voice with the shape.
“I think I can see you,” Patrick said with a wide smile. “Is this what seeing is?”
“That’s a lie. You can’t see me. It’s completely dark in here. Who are you?” the voice asked.
“I’m… Patrick Saint March. I’m an orphan here. And you?”
“I’m Morgana, Morgana Fate.”
The two conversed. It appeared Morgana hadn’t had a friend in the orphanage because of her condition. Sunlight was fatal to her, so she always had to be kept in darkness and Patrick loved being around her, knowing where she was all the time without any assistance.
Patrick would sneak to her room in the late hours of the night and during recesses in the day. The two would learn that the more time Patrick spent with Morgana, the more he could sense other people and “see” them in his mind. The two would learn later that this phenomenon was called “Observation Haki” but that was not before Morgana would discover she had similar abilities of her own.
When the Patrick and Morgana were old enough to leave End Island, they decided to join the Marines. They took Gracie under their wing and climbed the ranks, eventually reaching Captain and Commander. The two aimed to make names for themselves and become respected in their field of work. For Commander March, it was to help and inspire people throughout the Grand Line. For Captain Fate, it was to become feared.
Dream (Shared): To make names for themselves in the Marines.
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Post by KaosuKishi on Feb 12, 2012 5:39:01 GMT -5
Not introduced yet, but what the hell, wanna get this outta the way right now....
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Name: K (full, true name unknown)
Gender: Unknown (sometimes K sounds like a male, sometimes female, of varying ages, will be referred to as male from here on)
Age: Unknown
Birthday: Unknown
Homeland: Unknown
Height: 6'9''
Weight: Unknown
Build: Not much can be seen under K's cloak, but it seems he has a very muscular build, like a warrior of old times might've had
Hair:White
Skin: again, due to his cloak not much can be seen, but seems to have rather light skin, judging from flashes seen
Eye Color: White, glowing
Blood Type: Unknown
Race: Human? (not confirmed yet)
Alliance: None, seems to have his own agenda no matter who he deals with
Personality: Seemingly arrogant, he seems to know more than he let's on about certain things. Has a gentle, playful side, too, especially when it comes to children. He's a prankster on the inside, as well.
Weapons: None
Ship (if any): None
Abilities: The very fabric of reality seems to be at his beck and call, but he rarely uses this ability in fights, he barely fights at all, preferring to observe. Creates various foods from nothing if hungry, and loves to play smaller pranks.
Devil Fruit: None
Rokushiki Ability: None
Attack Names: None, has no 'special' attacks of any sort
Appearance: Not much beside his body build, hair and his eyes can be seen, his body hidden in a snow white cloak, two glowing white eyes shining from the darkness of the hood. Dressed in all white, white shirt, white slacks, white leather boots, white gloves covering his whole hand.
Background: K is, by far, the most mysterious being one could ever encounter. No one knows where he might appear next, or on which side he might be, and no one really knows his motivation behind his actions, but it seems the higher-ups of the marines and Government are at least familiar with him, and he seems to be particularly interested in Takai and anyone associated with him. Who and what is this enigmatic being and what is his business with the last of the Chaos Dragons? Only time will tell...
Dream: Unknown
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A mysterious being stood upon a roof of Loguetown, watching as Takai set out on his journey, the white claok flowing in the wind. A chuckle could be heard, and a deep, male voice, spoke.
"So, the wheel of fate starts turning, and only time will show what you'll have to endure... maybe I should go ahead and lay out some tests for you, eh? Don't want you to be weak on the day I fully reveal myself." The being turned around and walked away, again speaking, though this time it was the voice of a young girl.
"I'm looking forward to that day, onii-chan..." Loud laughter was heard as the being faded into nothingness, nothing even hinting to it being there in the first place...
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So, whaddya think?
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Post by Shark a' Pult on Feb 14, 2012 16:32:47 GMT -5
Name: Kaede Young Gender: Female Age: 19 Birthday: May 12th Homeland: Grinshol Height: 5'7" Weight: 120-ish lbs. Build: Athletic Hair: Long, black, tied back Skin: Pale Eye Color: Green Blood Type: AB Race: Human Alliance: Government, loosely
Personality: With a keen understanding of material sciences, Kaede is one of the more knowledgeable types you're bound to come across. Preferring to take a logical approach to everything, she tends to get caught up in over-analyzing people and situations, and her thirst for learning can get the best of her. When she chooses to act though she is brutally keen on getting things done, preferring to take the quickest and most efficient way through any task. A well-minded and generally good person, just not while on the job. Almost a split-personality, switching between light-hearted and ambitious, to cold and calculating. A bit difficult to approach if only because of her uncommon interests, though get her talking about chemical compounds and physical properties and she will gladly open up. And not stop.
Weapons: Three-foot long wooden staff, split in the middle. At 1.5 feet long, each half is the handle of a blade about the same length. Each handle serves as the other blades sheath, so both blades can be sheathed by bringing the two handles together, making the pair one staff. Several small knives for throwing or driving into people.
Abilities: Although able to carry herself relatively well in a fight, Kaede much rather prefers to plan for a situation beforehand and utilize her knowledge and experience with various compounds and mechanisms to gain the upper hand.
Attack Names: Kaede's attacks are named rather basically, which could be attributed up to her empirical, and uncreative nature. Most attack names will be a straightforward description of the attack itself.
Appearance: Running shoes, long cargo pants, long-sleeve shirt but rolled up sleeves. Arm braces on her forearms, and a surgical mask covering her mouth and nose. A tattoo of a melting heart on her neck. Of note she has a few minor burn scars here and there, mostly on her hands and arms, as a result of her experiments.
Background: Grinshol was not a nice place to live let alone grow up in, and after her parents died, Kaede was left with her older brother to take care of her. Together they led a petty life, only getting by with never a thought of luxury, but having one another was enough. When her brother gained devil fruit powers though, he was taken from her, forced into the criminal underworld. For the next few years she was left alone, living as a veritable street urchin, mugging people to get by and spending her time in slums and alleyways. At age 10 she was joined in a crew, which over time got her life on track, and taught her many things including her passion for science. With the crew having disbanded about three years ago, she went through a stint of bounty hunting before being noticed and picked up by Solaine Winterfield, taking her in and training her as a protege of sorts.
Dream: Find a "cure" for devil fruits so she can "help" her brother and former captain.
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Post by Neurotick on Feb 24, 2012 2:52:30 GMT -5
Posting these because you'll be seeing these folks soon so you'll at least need a description to go by.
Shark has already OK'd this so...yeah. MEET YOUR VILLAIN AND PLOT DEVICE.
No toast now though. Now I have to sleep.
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Name: “Tock” Gender: [REDACTED] Age: [REDACTED] Birthday: [REDACTED] Homeland: [REDACTED] Height: 5'3” (usually hovers at around 6'11” when attached to citadel) Weight: 175 lbs (most of it metal) Build: Mostly clockwork Hair: [REDACTED] Skin: [REDACTED] Eye Color: Green Blood Type: [REDACTED] Race: [REDACTED] Alliance: none Personality: Severely lacking one as of late. Sees percentages and data where people should be. Does not flourish in speech or movement, basing their entire being around what is the most efficient. Will kill quickly and without mercy if someone becomes a notable threat. Weapons: An entire island of clockwork under their control. Ship (if any): None, with no intentions of leaving the island.
Abilities: Holds the entirety of Clockwork Island's inner workings under their control. Tock's movements are quick and precise and they can calculate the odds of a battle within milliseconds.
Devil Fruit: None.
Attack Names: Names are superfluous.
Appearance: Tock is comprised almost entirely of clockwork. Their arms and legs have metal casings which protect the delicate structures beneath, though they can be seen at crucial joint areas, and interlocking gears stick out of various parts for use when attached directly to the citadel's mainframe. Even when not attached directly, they have an extending “arm” coming out from the middle of their back that connects to a complicated series of runways in the ceiling that allow for easy movement and access to the rest of the citadel's workings. While they keep their legs and arms free for connective uses, their face and body are concealed by a robe and hood. One of their eyes glows beneath the hood, implying that at least part of their face is mechanical as well.
Background: [REDACTED]
Dream: To find the Diamond Clock and rebuild Clockwork Island.
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Name: Quinn Piston Gender: Male Age: 30 Birthday: December 5th Homeland: Clockwork Island Height: 6'3” Weight: 135 lbs Build: incredibly emaciated. What little weight he has is from muscle. Hair: Black Skin: Was probably tan at some point, but has gotten paler. Eye Color: Brown Blood Type: A- Race: Human Alliance: None Personality: Quick to anger and somewhat paranoid, but with a loving and stoic heart. Once he sets his mind on something it is almost impossible to stop him. He rarely says what he is really thinking and often seems to be a bit of an enigma. Weapons: A pair of flintlock pistols he keeps mostly for sentimental value rather than fighting. Usually he just beats his enemies with whatever is lying around. Ship (if any): None.
Abilities: Stoic to a fault; really good poker face. Good with machinery. Has an excellent sense of direction.
Devil Fruit: None.
Rokushiki Ability: None.
Attack Names: He prefers to just hit things until they stop moving.
Appearance: Quinn's appearance can be equated to that of a dirty hobo. He wears multiple tattered jackets, the smallest of which barely constitutes as “clothing” with all of the holes in it, while the largest is a trench coat two sizes too large. He wears fingerless gloves only because they appear to have been slightly digested by something before he got them. His pants are faded from their original black luster, and if he ever had shoes they probably didn't last long. His hair is matted and slightly dusty and he has a severe five-o-clock shadow at all times. He looks like he might have, at one point, been rather handsome.
Background: Quinn's life was pretty good all things considered, up until his fiance was killed when the island's original glory was destroyed. Before then he was just an average joe on Clockwork Island, just trying to get by. After the accident he became sullen, antisocial, and paranoid. He claimed he could see his dead lover everywhere he went, or that she had been captured by some unknown force and was being held hostage. The rest of the inhabitants around him just assumed he had gone crazy from the loss. They rebuilt as best they could, while Quinn wandered around spouting nonsense. At one point no one had seen or heard from him for weeks on end, and assumed he had taken his life to join his beloved, or been taken away by the clockwork monsters. They were all shocked when he returned from his mysterious disappearance unharmed, and seemingly less psychotic. He no longer spoke of visions of his dearly departed, because he hardly even spoke at all. He set up a camp on the outskirts of New Clockwork Town and refused to let anyone near him. The villagers couldn't tell if this was a turn for the better or a turn for the worse, but with the sudden disappearances of many other people at the hands of the clockwork minions, they were more concerned for themselves than him. Quinn, despite his silence on the matter, was in fact more driven than ever to reunite with his fiance, one way or another...
Dream: To reclaim his lost love.
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Post by Kuro on Mar 11, 2012 0:34:28 GMT -5
Title: The Shroud Demon Gender: Male Age: 21 Birthday: Unknown. No one ever told him. Homeland: The Robestee Isle. Height: 5 feet and eleven inches. Weight: 90 pounds. Build: He is rather skinny, skinnier than a healthy person should be, but not very tall, although his limbs are rather long. Hair: A huge mane of hair that is a light blonde. The width reaches out to the shoulders halfway though the mane and the end of it reaches the middle of his back. Skin: An unhealthy shade of pale. Eye Color: His eyes are a light brown. Blood Type: O Race: Human Alliance: Technically he is a pirate, but he considers himself to simply be a just and valiant wanderer of the seas. Personality: The Shroud Demon is a rather odd individual among the members of normal society. He believes himself to be a grand fantasy hero of some sort and tries to act as a defender of peace and goodwill. He tends to create a big deal out of the smallest things and can tend to be over-dramatic, although he does not intend on doing so: It may have something to do with his grandiose and showy nature. He especially treats things such as promises and debts as unbelievably important statements. He tries to make everyone happy and actually tries really hard to be the great hero he makes himself out to be. Some maturity slips through at times, but it seems as if he does not realize the silliness or strangeness of his dream or manner. It should also be noted that he lacks some logic. His arguments or opinions tend to go around in circles and it is unclear as to whether or not he sincerely cannot understand a conflicting opinion or argument even when there is definite proof that he is wrong. Although he is not very intelligent and will sometimes be hurt because of his poor reasoning skills, he is wise in some ways and may have a few interesting things to say from time to time, depending on the situtation. Weapons: He carries around a simple and average katana but with no sheath. There are two kitchen knives hidden inside the pan on his back. Ship (if any): A raft, but it is broken now. Abilities: He is not as bound by the rules of society as others, as in, he does not really care about complying to the societal norm, expecation, or rules. He has a strong desire and will to stick to his debts and promises and tries as hard as he can to fulfill such things. His...lack of logic and occasional inability to understand that he is wrong sometimes manifests as a strong will and determination to do what he thinks is right in the face of immense danger and doubt. He is somewhat trained in the arts of the sword; he definitely knows how to use it but he is in no way a master or advanced swordsman in any way. Devil Fruit: None. Rokushiki Ability: None. Attack Names: Makes up random ones on the spot. Appearance: The Shroud Demon is a rather odd sight. Pans without handles are tied to his chest and back, plates are tied to his shoulders, and planks of wood are tied to the lower parts of his arms and legs, serving as some sort of makeshift armor. A gray bucket is placed over the man's head, completely hiding everything except perhaps the very bottom if his chin at times. There are no holes or incisions on or in the bucket at all, raising the question or whether or not he can actually see anything. A large, wild mane of blonde hair comes out from underneath the bucket, reaching down to the middle of his back. The man beneath all of this apparel is rather gangly and is dressed in long sleeved sleeves and pants. Background: The Shroud Demon, upholder of all that is good and holy, was once a poor boy who lived in the dirty alleyways of an uncaring town. He was just one of those "street rats", one of those filthy urchins, one of those kids who you either pitied or scoffed at. He wasn't the only one, though. Resources were scare among the "alley rats" and the cold, hard pain that the environment, unsuited for any child, constantly inflicted upon to the urchins made them cold and hard as well. Sharing wasn't going to happen. Every alley rat had to fight for his or her food every day; it was lucky if you even got a single bite to eat on any day. The Shroud Demon, who at that time was some unnamed, homeless stain on society, was the same as any other alley rat, some pitiful child who had to grow up in a world of pain, fear, and disappointment. It was a miserable existence, especially since he usually wasn't any good and fighting or defending for his food, and quite frankly, there came times when he thought of ending it. After all, he tried to be better: He always tried to get some sort of job, but even in his teenage years he didn't get one: He was a pale, thin thing that didn't look like it could do any honest work, any physical work. He was useless.
He knew of no friends in that time period save for Captain Starcrosser, a heroic and noble pirate who sailed to countless places all over the world just so that he could find those in need and help them up onto their feet! The great Captain Starcrosser never ignored the pitiful, no, he saved them all! He made absolutely sure that every innocent civilian he saw, every helpless being, every poor creature he saw was happy and living in a life of no worries, a life defended by the very manifestation of justice itself!
Of course, Captain Starcrosser is a fictional character from a children's book, nothing more than some plot device used to teach children an important lesson every night before they went to sleep. That didn't matter to the boy in the alley, though. He had found the book one day, and he made it his, even though he had not known how to read at the time. He made sure that no one else knew about it. He didn't want to have to fight over it, for he knew that he would lose. He snuck into schools and overheard the classes that the content were taking. He secretly learned how to read and write from them, which was just what he wanted. He read from the book every day, he memorized the book frontwards and backwards, he knew every lesson, every line and every saying. It was all he had. The book was what kept him from ending himself on those cold, hungry nights. He trained himself to be like his hero, Captain Starcrosser, the defender of all who are in pain.
Eventually, the day came when he had to defend his one and only real belonging. If it had been a few years before, then the boy in the alley would have probably given it up. He wouldn't have wanted to be hurt. On the day that he had to defend it though, he was no longer a boy. He was a man. He fought off the attackers and escaped with his life. He ran away and managed to sneak onto one of the ships that had stayed at the island temporarily. He left his hometown as a stowaway and managed to get off of the ship at the next destination without anyone catching him. When he stepped foot onto the first island he had ever been on besides his own, he knew his destiny.
He was to be Captain Starcrosser. He owed that man his life, for if it wasn't for him then the young man would have surely perished long ago or would have just lived a sad existence as a weak urchin. He was going to make it up to his hero, and he knew just how to do it. He was going to do what Captain Starcrosser told him to do.
He was going to be be a hero.
Dream: To be the great hero of all, to be able to help those in need, to be defend the weak and to vanquish the evil forces that would dare inflict misery onto others.
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Post by Kyubey on Mar 24, 2012 2:32:50 GMT -5
Okay, guys, here's my GP crew. Individual members are separated by spoilers because of length. Name: Captain Bardsey Singleton Gender: Male Age: 35 Birthday: March 19 Homeland: Lougetown Height: Rather tall Weight: 140 lbs Build: Thin, but muscular Hair: Black Skin: Tanned Eye Color: brown Blood Type: A Race: Human Alliance: The Black Spot Pirates Personality: Ruthless in battle and fond of plunder, Singleton is not the sort of Captain to show quarter. In fact, the mere sight of his flag alone is known to be more or less a death sentence to anyone unprepared to face him in battle. He loves drink, treasure, and other simple joys in life, and is known to detest cowardice, from both his crew and his opponents. What he is most famous for, however, are his fits of rage, which can be truly destructive, and incredibly hard to calm once started. Despite his nature, however, he is well respected in his crew, and, though he is not afraid to keep his sailors in line when he has to, he always ensures that every man is given his fair share aboard his ship. Weapons: An extremely long cat o’ nine tails, made from welding several chains together, that he calls the “Sailor’s Dread.” Ship (if any): The Blessed Fortune, a large, battle ready brigantine with sixteen cannons.
Abilities: As an experienced seaman, he knows the ins and outs of a ships rigging, weaponry, and how a crew is organized. He is well versed in several brutal torture techniques, and is a master when it comes to dealing punishment. He is also a skilled fighter, and specializes in his own unique style, which utilizes his Devil Fruit.
Devil Fruit: The Bond Bond Fruit. This fruit allows him to share a bond with one (inorganic) object, and gain complete control over it. Once he uses the fruit, he can use it to make the object of choice move on it’s own, according to his will. If the object is destroyed or if it’s separated from him by too far, then he loses control of it, and is free to find another object to bond to. Singleton currently shares a bond with his weapon, the Sailor’s Dread, and has complete mastery of it.
Rokushiki Ability: None
Attack Names: Cat Lash: his preferred attack. All nine chains of his weapon swing about wildly, causing multiple wounds to any poor soul who comes close. Heinous Punishment: his standard finishing move, where he brings all his chain whips down on a single opponent, oftentimes killing them. Sometimes, he will use it as often as needed, until the victim is dead. Keelhaul Sweat: One of the chains wraps around one of the victim’s legs, and then thrashes them about, before throwing them with reckless abandon. Bloody Plunder: One of his more brutal finishing moves, where the chains wrap around the victim’s limbs and neck, and then pull until the victim is torn apart. A milder version of this can be inflicted if he simply wants to hurt or scare the victim. Swallow the Anchor: Seven or Eight whips wrap around a victim’s body, while the remaining chains encircle the head, crushing the victim to death. Only used for special occasions. Kraken’s Blunt: All nine chains wrap around each other, forming one large, thick whip, that can tear a person apart with one blow. Easily his most powerful attack.
Appearance: Long, black, greasy hair, which he ties into a ponytail. His face is harsh, and worn from several voyages, but is hardly seen without his trademark sneer. The only time he’s not seen smiling is when he’s in a bout of anger. He wears ragged, gaudy clothing that he thinks is in style, and is generally unshaven. For the most part, he is a rather grimy looking sort, with the notable exception of his golden earrings, which he wears at all times, and are always kept in perfect condition.
Background: Singleton was born a poor orphan in Lougetown, where he grew up on the streets, with several other children with similar circumstances. In his childhood, he learned early on that he couldn’t survive with kindness, and grew to be coldhearted and vicious, traits which he never dropped as he grew into adulthood. When he was twenty, he was pressganged into Marine service, where he spent over three years of his life, during that time never being promoted or even acknowledged once, despite doing his fair share of duty as a sailor and being exceptionally good at it. As an unwilling Marine, he learned a great deal about sailing, fighting, and other skills he would use later on in life. However, one day, the fleet he served in became involved in a fierce battle with the infamous Gow Pirates, which had been terrorizing the seas for some time. The battle went on for days, and as the war was waged, Singleton grew to admire the skill and bravery of his supposed enemies, even moreso than his own comrades. And so, as the battle was drawing to a close, he and a few other Marines in a similar situation as he was betrayed the fleet and joined the side of the pirates, where they were welcomed into the crew of the world famous Captain Simon Gow. Singleton flourished as a pirate, and found that his nature was much better suited as a buccaneer than as a common soldier. Over time, he rose through the ranks of Gow’s crew, during which time he consumed a Devil Fruit, and was able to prove himself even better on the battlefield. His feats on Captain Gow’s crew earned him the trust of his shipmates, and eventually, he was given the position of First Mate. However, it was around this time that Singleton realized that he had several major differences with his captain. While Singleton was more of a violent man, ready to pillage the first ship he saw and ask questions afterwards, Gow took more of a careful, methodical approach, and was generally much more merciful in battle. For a time, Singleton tolerated his Captain’s ways, until finally, there came talk of capturing a great, powerful merchant vessel, the Blessed Fortune, which Gow refused to do. Believing the order to withdraw to be an act of cowardice, Singleton roused up a mutiny right then on the spot, and Simon Gow was overthrown. After this, Singleton was elected the new captain, and under his leadership, the crew engaged in battle with the Blessed Fortune, taking complete command of the ship. In the time that followed, the crew as a whole started down a much more bloody path…
Dream: To carve out as big a name for himself as possible in the New World.
Name: Benjamin “the Lamentable” Gender: Male Age: He won’t say Birthday: Sometime in December Homeland: West Blue Height: 6.4 Weight: 120 lbs. Build: Unhealthily thin Hair: Long, grey, wispy Skin: Eerily pale Eye Color: Dark brown Blood Type: AB Race: Human Alliance: Black Spot Pirates Personality: He can be more than a little mysterious most of the time, and virtually never talks about himself. At times of inaction, he is often seen wandering around aimlessly, his thoughts entirely his own. When he is needed, though, he can be incredibly blunt, not caring what others think of him. Weapons: Several pocket pistols, which he keeps concealed in his jacket, and a large musketoon. Ship (if any): The Blessed Fortune
Abilities: His most valuable skill is his vast knowledge of the sea, and the islands that are in it. He’s a talented and experienced sailor, and can take up pretty much any position on a ship if he has to. As Quartermaster of the Black Spot pirates, he acts as a clear voice of authority, and his ideas are trusted and respected by all the crew, even the captain. He is also a skilled marksman, and fights using several guns at once.
Devil Fruit: None
Rokushiki Ability: None
Attack Names: None
Appearance: Lanky and cold-looking, he can be quite frightening to those who aren’t used to him. He is incredibly thin, to the point where he looks like a skeleton, and he appears to be rather sickly. He wears big, baggy clothing, to make himself appear larger.
Background: If you were to ask every weary old sailor in every run down pub in every backwater island on the Grand Line about the origins of Benjamin the Lamentable, you’d probably get a different story every time. The details of how he became a pirate, how he started his career, how he got his nickname, or even his age and last name are impossible to tell. However, a few details are known. Benjamin, in his early years, was born in the West Blue, where, at some time roughly thirty years ago, he joined a small time pirate crew, where he served some menial position. Though eventually the crew split up and died away, he simply joined another crew afterwards, and traveled the Grand Line for years in that fashion, latching on to whatever group would have him. Over time, his skill as both a sailor and a fighter were starting to become well known, and his services were in high demand. He gained both a bounty and a reputation, and for a time was even captain of his own crew, though that was short lived. At some point, he grew terribly sick, and had to drop out of piracy. In his sickness, he withdrew from the Grand Line to rest at an unknown location, and the whole world thought they had heard the last of him, and Benjamin’s name was forgotten. But suddenly, years later, he inexplicably showed up as the boatswain for the Gow Pirates, alive and well, though not nearly as healthy as he was in his prime. When Singleton mutinied, the crew elected him as quartermaster, and once again his name was spoken in the run down pubs.
Dream: To find a permanent cure for his illness. Name: Simon Gow Gender: Male Age: 38 Birthday: June 26 Homeland: East Blue Height: Average Weight: Average Build: Average Hair: Short, neat. Skin: Pale Eye Color: Hazel Blood Type: B Race: Human Alliance: Black Spot Pirates (for now) Personality: Calculated, analytical, though with a barely hidden lust for adventure and discovery. He is rather friendly with his crew, although he doesn’t much care for their more violent tendencies. Generally, he is a pretty laid-back individual, and can generally be described as aloof. Pirates who have known him for a long time say that this is a subtle, but still significant change from when he was captain of the Gow Pirates, when he was more ambitious. Weapons: A metal hand-pike Ship (if any): The Blessed Fortune
Abilities: Fairly booksmart, and able to get by in a number of environments. He has remarkable talent for navigation, and has several tools at his disposal for chart making and other navigational duties. Though his best weapon is his brain, he’s also deadly with his hand-pike, and is a brutal, if somewhat traditional, fighter. Devil Fruit: Deer Deer Fruit: Model Stag. This is a fairly straightforward Zoan type that allows him to transform into a stag, or a powerful hybrid, with significantly increased strength and incredible speed.
Rokushiki Ability: None
Attack Names: Hirsche Zermalmen: His most powerful attack, where, in his hybrid form, he charges forward at incredible speed, ramming into his opponent. Though devastating, the speed and force has a strong chance of hurting the user as well. An even more powerful variation is Hirsche Speer Zermalmen, which incorporates thrusting his hand-pike at the moment of impact. Hecht Werfen: he throws the hand pike like a javelin with great force and accuracy, with enough power to skewer an enemy.
Appearance: His manner of presenting himself is mostly disoriented and unkempt, but still worlds better than most of his crewmates. A pair of round glasses rests on his nose, and his face perpetually has only a little bit of stubble on it. He wears a simple white button up shirt most of the time, with loose fitting pants.
Background: Born to a middle class family, Simon never felt content sitting at a desk or doing tedious busywork. He had a certain wanderlust, that could not be easily satiated. So he devoted a small fortune’s worth of money and years of his life to studying how to fight, and methods of surviving out in the world, with the intention of becoming an explorer one day. Once he developed a wide variety of skills and a respectable amount of knowledge, he joined an expedition to unexplored lands, eyes filled with wonder. However, that trip was met with several delays and setbacks one after another, from disease to financial problems to troubles with other ships, and eventually the crew broke up, leaving Simon miles away from home with no money. So he worked enough to earn the money to buy a ship of his own, and set out alone to make his own fortune. While on his travels, though, he came to a realization that his efforts as an adventurer would not get him far in life, and real success could only truly come about through the piracy business. He started his own crew of ruffians, which he called the Gow Pirates. His crew was small at first, but had several skilled members, and eventually they grew into a respectable force in the four Blues. But the fame of his crew came at a price, and one day he engaged in a long and bitter struggle with a powerful Marine fleet. He fought as hard as he could, but his ship was dangerously close to succumbing to the relentless cannon fire. That is, until he was given some unexpected assistance from a lowly crewman on the other side, a Marine named Bardsey Singleton. Singleton joined his crew not long after that, and the band of sea rogues grew and grew, until eventually they were strong enough to enter the Grand Line. They picked up several more strong crewmates there, but it was on those seas where Simon’s fortune took a sudden downturn. Several of his crewmates set their eyes on obtaining a merchant ship called the Blessed Fortune, although Simon himself thought that trying to capture it was not worth the reward for doing so. A spirited argument arose amongst the crew, until eventually one man suggested that they put the decision to a vote. The side that wanted to capture the ship came out as the majority, but still, Simon refused to lead his men into a battle that he believed would end up in a pointless loss of life for both sides. He was well aware of the consequences, but felt it was his duty as captain to not do what he felt was the right choice to make. This enraged Singleton, who immediately started a mutiny when it became clear that the vote meant nothing to the captain. Simon was overthrown, and the crew elected a new captain and quartermaster. Singleton, violent and impulsive though he was, recognized that the old captain could still be useful aboard the ship, and allowed Simon to remain with the crew, which now went by a new name on a new ship. Instead of captain, Simon was now navigator, and remained well liked by the crew and was treated well even long after the mutiny, although he was under constant threat of death if he ever made an attempt to leave the crew or have his old position back, and deep down, he still remained a bit angry at the betrayal, and the direction Singleton was taking his old crew.
Dream: To explore new lands, like he first set out to do. Name: Alexander Stevenson Gender: Male Age: 40 Birthday: February 2 Homeland: North Blue Height: 6.3 Weight: Heavy Build: Large, weighty Hair: short, light brown Skin: Pale Eye Color: Blue Blood Type: A Race: Human Alliance: Black Spot Pirates Personality: A jolly sort of man, Stevenson is easy to get to know and comes across as a guy you can trust. His nature leads him to be seen as sort of a father figure to his crewmates, who both confide in him and look up to him. He is also one of the most hardworking members of the crew, and he will always go about his duties and follow orders without question or complaint, no matter how much of a fuss his mates may be making at the time. These traits make him the friendliest and most pleasant man on the crew, though in battle, he can be just as fierce as his comrades. Weapons: His trusty saw. Ship (if any): the Blessed Fortune
Abilities: Because the Black Spot Pirates lack a proper doctor, Stevenson takes up the duties of both surgeon and carpenter, using his saw for both duties, as well as for combat. Though his true passion is carpentry and working with ships, he has also taken to learning about different kinds of medicine, to better tend to the health of his shipmates. In battle, his skill is not as great as some of his peers, but he makes up for it with brute strength.
Devil Fruit: None
Rokushiki Ability: None
Attack Names: None
Appearance: A huge man, with a bushy beard. Behind the beard, his face is soft and gentle, some might say approachable. His hands, though, are his most noticeable feature, as through his years of sailing and working hard, they have grown worn. They show countless cuts and marks that come from working for days on end.
Background: He was originally a simple carpenter from the North Blue, respected amongst his peers and well liked in his hometown. He owned his own shop on the small island where he grew up, and became somewhat famous. He had a family, and life couldn’t have been better for him. His fame as a craftsman was enough to attract the attention of a well-known and highly influential Marine officer, who was looking for a new ship. The officer, having heard of Stevenson’s talent, approached him to build a ship for his personal voyages. Believing this to be a brilliant opportunity, Stevenson eagerly accepted the job, and was hard at work for a month, working tirelessly to create a perfect ship for his client. The end result was no less than a work of art. He made a ship he called the Noble Adventure, a caravel of exceptional quality. Stevenson was paid handsomely for his work, and new requests from all sorts of clients started coming in one after another. But fortune was not kind to Stevenson. On her maiden voyage, the Noble Adventure sailed into a fierce storm, and was tragically capsized. Everyone on board, including the Marine officer, perished. The incident was really due to sloppiness on the crew’s part, but the Marines, after learning of the debacle, were quick to find someone to blame, and accused Stevenson of poor workmanship. His shop was forcibly closed down, and a bounty was put on his head for the murder of a respectable officer. Stevenson was forced to leave his hometown, and find work elsewhere, but the bounty wouldn’t go away. No decent man would want to buy a ship of his again. In the end, he had to resort to piracy.
Dream: To somehow return home one day.
Name: Vincent (real name Ruth Winters) Gender: Female (identifies as male, though) Age: 26 Birthday: January 10 Homeland: South Blue Height: 5.5 Weight: Heavy enough Build: Fairly muscular, but not ripped. Hair: Short, dark brown Skin: Coarse, dirty Eye Color: Green Blood Type: O Race: Human Alliance: Black Spot Pirates Personality: Cold and serious most of the time, a fairly no nonsense individual. Not afraid to shout at people if he feels people aren’t doing their work. Weapons: An ordinary boarding ax. Ship (if any): The Blessed Fortune
Abilities: He knows the complete ins and outs of a ship, and has an expert knowledge of sails and rigging. As the one in charge of the daily maintenance of the ship, he has a great deal of authority over the workers on the crew, and has a clear talent in keeping the other sailors in line. When it comes to how a ship works, Vincent is the most experienced pirate on board.
Devil Fruit: None
Rokushiki Ability: None
Attack Names: None
Appearance: Vincent has a rough and dirty look, moreso than even his peers, and has a rather carefree way of holding himself. He wears little more than rags most of the time, but generally he wears enough to cover himself as much as possible, for obvious reasons. He often goes barefoot, even when in battle, and wears a bandanna around his head at all times.
Background: Ruth Winters was the bastard daughter of an infamous pirate, who operated in a small circle of islands in the South Blue. Her father was distant most of her life, leaving her to live alone with her mother in poverty, but she didn’t care. She admired her father greatly, and wanted to one day be a part of his crew more than anything. But, when she was very young, he put an end to that dream, when he said that she could never be a part of his crew due to her gender, and completely ignored her after that. This made Ruth angry, and she worked to prove her father wrong, eventually taking up a job as a powder monkey on a small ship when she was twelve. She spent five years on that ship, rising through the ranks of the crew, until she was a full fledged and competent sailor, more confident on the seas than she ever was elsewhere. However, her father, being an extremely old fashioned sort of man, only cursed her unfeminine ways. Now desperate, she cast off her gender, adopted a new name, and, a year later, made one last appeal to her father, and was harshly denied. In disgust, Ruth, now going by the name of Vincent and identifying completely as a man, left his home to seek a job as a pirate elsewhere. He was gladly accepted into the crew of Captain Simon Gow, although he was given a rather small job on the ship, and had little chance to prove himself. When Bardsey Singleton entered the crew, Vincent was quick to befriend the newcomer, and would later support him in the mutiny. Captain Singleton, knowing Vincent’s immense talent, promoted him to the role of Boatswain, a role he fitted extremely well.
Dream: To become a greater pirate than his father ever was. Name: Tobias Selkirk Gender: Male Age: 46 Birthday: September 18th Homeland: Sabaody Archipelago Height: Tall Weight: 140 lbs. Build: Muscular Hair: Short, black Skin: Dark Eye Color: Brown Blood Type: AB+ Race: Human Alliance: Black Spot Pirates Personality: He’s rather quiet, and doesn’t have much friends in the crew. He’s incredibly close to the men he works with though, though he rarely, if ever, talks openly to anyone outside of that group. Weapons: His fists, and an assortment of old fashioned hand grenades. Ship (if any): The Blessed Fortune
Abilities: His chief skill is his ability to keep the cannons maintained and running properly. He is the leader of a small team of pirates whose specific job is to operate the artillery, and under his guidance, they’ve brought down many a government ship with his knack for aim and organization. He’s also a dangerous hand-to-hand fighter, though he’s untrained in any specific styles, and he also makes deadly explosives in his spare time.
Devil Fruit: None
Rokushiki Ability: None Attack Names: None
Appearance: A large and imposing figure, which offsets his quiet nature. If one were to use but one word to describe him, it would be “brawny.” Due to how humid it can get below decks, where he spends most of his time, he often goes without a shirt, revealing several tattoos across his upper body. He is the tallest member of the crew, standing at least two heads above anyone else.
Background: He was part of a small, close-knit gang of thieves in his homeland, the Sabaody Archipelago. Starting from their teenage, Tobias and his friends were the terror of the poorer parts of the archipelago, and they only became more competent as they grew older. For over twenty years they made a living by stealing from others, and were considered impossible to catch. But they were always looking out for each other, working as a team, doing whatever it took for them to earn their money. As they grew older and more experienced, their targets became bigger, and soon, they weren’t simply stealing to eat, their business was making them serious spending money as well. In this fashion, the gang became greedy. Tobias started learning how to craft his own explosives, so they could better take on dangerous yet profitable targets. Yet there was always a limit to what they did. No matter how bold they got, they knew to never leave their side of town, or get involved in the slave trade. One day, though, they got wind of a wealthy slave trader that was passing through town, and decided to break their rules, just once. The reward was too great to pass up the chance that was given to them. Working together like they always did, the gang stepped outside their comfort zone, and ambushed the trader and his guards. The battle was risky and tough, but the operation ended up being a great success. After seeing firsthand how fearsome the thieves were, the foppish slaver surrendered all that he had to them. The gang of friends was astounded. In all their years, they had never had quite so much money before. Instead of celebrating though, it dawned on them that they had no clue about how they should divide their earnings amongst themselves. A dispute erupted almost immediately, with almost every man fighting over who earned the most. Tobias was the only one who insisted that all the money be split evenly, but everyone had a strong opinion. Eventually, the argument came to blows, and blows lead to chaos. A brawl erupted, one man drew his weapons, and nobody was quite sure what happened, but when it was over, one of them was dead, killed by Tobias’ hands. The money was completely forgotten now. The rest of the gang, horrified by what happened, decided to shun Tobias because of what he did, and to top it all off, now the slave trader and all his associates were out for them. The gang took their money and laid low in the most hidden parts of the archipelago, but now Tobias could no longer hide out with them. He was effectively left out in the open. At this point, he had no other options but to flee, and try to make a living elsewhere. He started stowing away on ships, hiding amongst barrels and other cramped spaces, and stole and begged for a living. For almost ten years, he lived like a vagrant, until he met Simon Gow, and joined his crew. There, he found that he had a surprising knack for how cannons worked, and, once he figured out everything there was to know about them, was appointed master gunner of the ship.
Dream: To travel with a group that he can feel comfortable in.
Name: Jennings Gender: Male Age: 50 Birthday: October 9th Homeland: West Blue Height: A couple of inches shorter than average Weight: Light Build: Thin Hair: Long, filthy Skin: Scratched, burnt, and damaged all over Eye Color: Blue Blood Type: B Race: Human Alliance: Black Spot Pirates Personality: Though he was quite sane at one time, over the years Jennings’s mind has slowly slipped away, and now nobody is quite sure if any remainder of the old Jennings is left. He keeps to the galley of the ship, even sleeping there. In a way, the galley is his territory, and any man who enters must show proper respect to that, though from an outside glance, the place looks to be completely unorganized and sickeningly filthy, and only the bravest sailors enter. Often, he can be heard talking to himself for days at a time. Holding an actual conversation him can be nearly impossible, as though he seems to have some understanding of what others are saying to him, his manner of speaking is so strange, it is next to impossible to understand him, even for those who’ve known him for a long time. He also has a hard time remembering specific faces and names, and many of his crewmates doubt if he’s even aware of what boat he’s on. Still, he does his job as cook well, and it is possible to form a connection with him, though it can take a lot of patience and should never be attempted by someone who isn’t fully up to the task. Even talking to him can be a major risk on a bad day, for when provoked he will go into a murderous rampage, that won’t be stopped unless he’s restrained by several of his crewmates at once. Not even those closest to him know what will set him off, as he seems to be angered by things that a normal person would see as completely random. Weapons: A pair of Boucan Knives Ship (if any): The Blessed Fortune
Abilities: The only skill he seems to have retained before he lost his mind is his ability to cook. Outside the galley, he is completely useless. He is a capable knife fighter, but this is mainly due to his surprising stamina and a complete lack of thought when going into battle.
Devil Fruit: None
Rokushiki Ability: None
Attack Names: None
Appearance: A slouched, wretched looking man, Jennings does not care at all for appearances, and it shows. He wears literal rags, that dangle uselessly off his body, and is covered from head to toe in grease, slime, and dirt. He has a long, crooked nose, and wide, bloodshot eyes. His most noticeable feature is the lack of two fingers on his right hand, and three on his left, one of which looks like it was chewed off. His skin is covered in scars from countless scratches, stemming from his harsh life, and also from times when he clawed at himself from pure insanity. The worst injuries he suffered are several deep gashes across the back, from keelhauling and repeated flogging. Those wounds left his body an inhuman wreck, and it’s a wonder he survived them at all.
Background: Mr. Jennings was a fine merchant, everyone loved doing business with him. He worked with a nice fellow named Mr. Willard, and together, they sold goods to people from all over the world. They were very good salesmen, Mr. Willard and Mr. Jennings, and they would do business with anyone, be they noblemen or pirates. Mr. Jennings only had one rule: he would never sell goods to those who would use them to hurt people. Over time, they hired more people into their business, and started a small but profitable enterprise. One day, the pair, with several bodyguards and employees, stayed at a small, secluded island, to sell some goods to a band of pirates that was in need of them. The negotiations lasted for quite some time, but while they were on the island, Mr. Jennings happened upon a terrible sight. The pirates he was doing business with were robbing from innocent passers-by, to earn enough money to pay for their goods. Horrified at this, Mr. Jennings canceled all negotiations, and left the island. But the pirates weren’t finished yet. They followed the humble merchants to the next island, and, while Mr. Jennings was away, approached Mr. Willard, and ordered him at gunpoint to hand over Mr. Jennings, or they both would both be killed. Mr. Willard, slimy coward that he was, agreed, and helped lay a trap for Mr. Jennings. Mr. Jennings never would have thought his best friend would betray him, and fell for it easily enough. Jennings was now at the mercy of a band of lawless killers, and Mr. Willard left free to take over their merchant business for himself. For days and days, Jennings was tortured horribly, undergoing some of the most brutal punishments you can imagine. The pain he endured only ended when the pirates got bored of Mr. Jennings, and left him to die alone on a deserted island. Little did the pirates know, however, that it was possible to survive on the island, as there was an abundance of nuts, berries, and animals to eat. For twelve years Jennings stayed marooned in the uninhabited jungle island, with nobody to keep him company but himself. During this time, he lost all sanity, and every last bit of him that was there before no longer existed. At last, the Gow Pirates landed on the island, and found Mr. Jennings. At first, he was nervous about the newcomers, especially due to their occupation, but Simon Gow and his crew stayed on the island for a month to gather supplies, and over the course of those weeks on the island, Simon, with a lot of patience and understanding, formed a connection with Jennings, and brought him on board his ship. For the first time in what felt like a lifetime, Jennings had left his island home, and he wasn’t alone anymore. After a week of traveling with the crew, some of the men insisted that either the insane man on board do his fair share of work for his share of the food and shelter, or else they maroon him again. Jennings was no longer like he once was, but he understood what that meant, and didn’t want to be alone again. He had lost almost all his old skills and talents from his former years, but he did remember how to cook, so in the galley he stayed, working away to feed his “friends” and to keep his new home.
Dream: There are many things Jennings had forgotten about his old life, but the image of Willard the traitor never left his mind. Jennings’ only dream is to perhaps hunt the man down one day, and get his proper revenge. Name: Juan Alcantra Gender: Male Age: 19 Birthday: July 5th Homeland: South Blue Height: A couple of inches taller than average Weight: Average Build: Reasonably muscular. Hair: Dark, shoulder length Skin: Light brown Eye Color: Light Blue Blood Type: O+ Race: Human Alliance: Black Spot Pirates Personality: Enthusiastic and dynamic. He’s a competent sailor when he’s with his mates, but on land, he’s as smooth as any gentleman. He always fights honorably, and has excellent taste as well. Weapons: A well-crafted dussage that he affectionately calls “Nicky”. Ship (if any): The Blessed Fortune
Abilities: While adequate as a sailor and a First Mate, his only real skill is his ability with the blade. His style is a far cry from the undisciplined, brutal methods of his shipmates, though he is no less ruthless in a serious battle.
Devil Fruit: None
Rokushiki Ability: None
Attack Names: None
Appearance: Juan’s appearance stands out vividly in the ragtag crew of scallywags. He’s the only man on board who dresses well, wearing a signature black silk jacket, a fashionable hat, ornate earrings, and boots that somehow stay shiny even when he’s walking through the mud. He has a thin mustache on his upper lip, and basically just has a handsome and classy look about him.
Background: Where he came from, there was a clear gap between the rich and powerful and the lowly peasants. Above all, it was considered highly improper for a woman of high standing to talk to, or even look at, a man from a lower position, and vice versa. Which is why it was surprising to both Juan, a blacksmith’s son, and Trisha, a young noblewoman, when they somehow found each other and fell in love. He loved her wit and her nature, and she was compelled by his daring and charm. It was because of his fearlessness that they were even together at all, as if Trisha’s parents found out about their affair, they would both be punished severely. They met in secret whenever they could, but their regular meetings meant little in the long run. They both longed for more. They both knew it was only a matter of time before they got caught, and trying to live as normal couples did would have been suicidal. They dreamed of running away together, but though they were hopeless lovers, they were both smart enough to not attempt that. The seas were too harsh for the both of them to survive out in the world. There was only one way they could be together, and that was if Juan were to somehow increase his social standing, and prove himself to Trisha’s mother and father as a worthy suitor. But in that society, raising ones status normally was impossible, no matter how skilled or deserving one was, or how hard they worked. So, Juan decided to leave the island, and seek fortune elsewhere, as a sword for hire or a treasure hunter, for he had no skills but a natural talent with a blade. So, at dawn one morning, he tearfully bid farewell to Trisha, and set off, promising to one day come back as a richer man than the likes of the island had ever seen. Unfortunately, he spent months on end not finding any work at all. That is, until one fateful day, when he encountered the dreaded pirate Captain Bardsey Singleton, at a pub on a populated island in the Grand Line. An argument came up between the two men, and in the end it inevitably came to a duel. The two fought for a while, before deciding they were too evenly matched, and called the fight a stalemate. By the time the duel was over, the cause of the argument was long forgotten, and Singleton, impressed by Juan’s skill, offered him a position on his crew. Juan almost couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Though Singleton was famous for his bloodthirstiness, one couldn’t deny that he was incredibly rich. A job on his crew would sure to bring Juan all the profit he needed, and then some. And so, he joined, and after proving himself further with his feats of bravery on the crew, was appointed the job of first mate. His dream was close to coming true. He could hardly wait.
Dream: To make good on his promise, and to eventually live a long and happy life with his beloved. Name: Harry McNichol Gender: Male Age: 10 Birthday: April 21st Homeland: Grand Line Height: 4.0 feet Weight: Light Build: Like a stick. Hair: Unkempt, shaggy. Skin: Tanned Eye Color: Blue Blood Type: S Race: Human Alliance: Black Spot Pirates Personality: Outwardly quiet and modest, but with an inward wanderlust he keeps well hidden. He doesn’t easily trust people, and, despite his age, it is hard to make him genuinely happy, though it is not impossible. Weapons: A simple carving knife. Ship (if any): The Blessed FortuneAbilities: As he is still a small child, he has little to no abilities or talents to speak of. His only useful trait is that he is impressively fast and nimble, fitting for a boy of his position.
Devil Fruit: None
Rokushiki Ability: None
Attack Names: He doesn’t fight.
Appearance: As he’s so young, there are few articles of clothing onboard that can actually fit him. As such, everything he puts on looks almost comically silly. Despite his youthfulness, he has a cold, sharp looks in his eyes, that would match even those much older than he. His clothes mostly consist of a wrinkled button-up, and pants with several rips and tears. He also wears a large hat that has a tendency to fall over his eyes. As there are no shoes on the ship he can wear, he is forced to go barefoot.
Background: His father was a cooper and a sailor who traveled with shipping vessels and fishing cruises on the Grand Line, with any ship that would hire him. As Harry never knew his mother, and had no other relatives, he had to accompany his father on all his voyages, even when they were dangerous trips through pirate infested waters. For most of his childhood, he spent more time on the water than he did on dry land. His father’s voyages never lasted long, and once he had served on one ship, he would find another crew to board with temporarily. But always, no matter what ship Harry’s father was on, the man would always drag his son along, to do menial busywork. This aimless, meaningless, wandering lifestyle was all Harry ever knew. He might have been alright with it, if it wasn’t for what sort of man his father really was. While he was good enough as a sailor, the man was an unrepentant alcoholic, and had a tendency to beat his son viciously for even the most minor reasons. The only people who showed Harry kindness were the crews of the ships he sailed on, who all ended up taking a liking to the boy, but would never rescue him from his dad, even if Harry would beg them to do so. In all his life, he never felt any love for his father, and, when he couldn’t take the torment anymore, wished death on the man. He didn’t even feel anything when he got his wish. On an otherwise normal, boring day with a merchant cruise, their ship was attacked by pirates. Even a child like Harry recognized the flag: a black spot on a bright red backdrop. A sure sign of misfortune for any man of the sea. The merchants futilely tried to resist, provoking the wrath of the pirates. The criminals opened fire on the merchants, making their ship all but unusable, and boarded, slaughtering anyone they laid eyes on, and taking anything of any value for themselves. Harry’s father grabbed his son and hid in a small space in the sleeping quarters. Harry knew what would happen if he was found, but still, he had a chance he couldn’t ignore, and it was clear to him that they would die at sea anyways, even if the pirates never saw them. So, without taking the time to fully think about it, he made as loud a noise as he could. His father quickly silenced him, but much too late. In all his life, Harry would never forget the sound of heavy boots slowly walking over to them, and the sight of Captain Singleton himself looking down, a look in his eyes that can only be described as psychotic. Harry’s father, in a blind panic, threw Harry to Singleton’s feet, offering his own son his exchange for his life. Without a word, the pirate raised his pistol, and shot Harry’s father in the head.
“So, how about it, boy? How would a pirate’s life suit ya?”
Harry wasn’t at a place to make clear judgment, and he certainly wasn’t thinking straight, but he accepted. Since then, he’s served as the powder monkey on board the Blessed Fortune, as an official and acknowledged member of the crew. It wasn’t the best ship he was on, but he would always be grateful to the captain, and Singleton assured him that, with his skill, Harry would be given a real job after a year’s worth of service. Finally, the boy had a place to stay.
Dream: To stay at Singleton’s side, and somehow repay him for taking him in.
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Post by Shark a' Pult on Apr 5, 2012 2:31:27 GMT -5
Name: Christine Cadence, Saint Gender: Female Age: 23 Birthday: November 14th Homeland: Anhalt Height: 5'6" Weight: Why would you want to know that? Build: Svelte Hair: Blonde, silky, wavy Skin: Pale Eye Color: Blue Blood Type: O Race: Human Alliance: Celestial Dragons
Personality: It would be hard to guess Christine's age based on her mannerisms, and going off that alone one would place her at no older than ten. Like looking at the world though the eyes of a child, Christine's naivety stems from a severely sheltered lifestyle with a heavily doctored upbringing imposed by her mother. Overstepping the bounds of the usual Celestial Dragon worldview, Christine behaves more akin to a stereotypical pretty princess, for that is the only way she has ever been treated and the only life she has ever known. In her own environment she's a sure-fit, but otherwise she has trouble coping with the outside world and people, being very unsure of herself and inexperienced in dealing with others. As such Christine typically has servants act in her stead, though she has a deep-seated curiosity, an interest in the outside world which she tends to act on and tends to get her into trouble.
Weapons: None.
Abilities: Nothing beyond what her position entails.
Attack Names: "Guards! Help!"
Appearance: Wearing the traditional white robes of the world nobles, Christine's clothes double as a containment suit complete with glass bubble around her head and attached air supply. The robes themselves are decorated with a gold trim and adorned with chains of flowers. Besides the customary attire, Christine shares few other similarities with other world nobles in terms of fashion, down to differing hairstyle. What little can be seen of her is even more at odds with her worn restrictive suit, being herself undoubtedly one of the prettiest women in the world. But to see this for yourself would mean not bowing your head, which naturally, would result in trouble.
Background: Anhalt is a land of privilege and being raised there means only the best. As the only daughter of Saint Celeste Cadence and Nolan Rhoemer, a simple commoner, Christine was raised by two opposing worlds. On the one hand, the overbearing nature of her oppressive and hardline noble mother, and on the other the greatly overshadowed but kindly nature of her humble father. Growing up she did as she was told and dutifully learned from her mother about what it meant to be a Celestial Dragon, but she always preferred spending what little time she was allowed with her father. He had always loved her for who she was, not what she was supposed to be, and he would often regale her with stories of the outside world which captured her imagination with thoughts of wondrous places and amazing people. Though she knew no other life than to obey her mother and live in the world that was given to her, she always secretly wanted to see the world her father spoke of. Unfortunately that chance never really came, but though she lives as her mother dictates, she still carries with her everything her father wanted for her. Most prominently of all; to never be like her mother. Though she bears a great respect for both her parents, she lives for one and believes for another.
Dream: To visit the world her father came from, and see the world he saw.
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Post by CJ on Apr 14, 2012 16:27:59 GMT -5
Name: Floridian "Floor" Zuberi Gender: Female Age: 26 Birthday: July 8 Homeland: Alabasta Height: 6' Weight: Light Build: Slender Hair: Moss green Skin: Pale, freckled Eye Color: Dull brown Blood Type: A- Race: Human Alliance: The New Berry Pirates Personality: She is somewhat shy but opens up with people she has known for a long time. She genuinely cares for everyone, especially her siblings. She is easily persuaded and often feels guilty about things that are not her fault. She can be scared by just about anything, such as a cartoonish picture of a ghost. Weapons: - None - Devil Fruit: The Yuka Yuka no Mi This Devil Fruit gives the user the ability to create or change surfaces. The user simply needs to touch a ground or floor with his or her left hand to memorize the features of it. The user then would need to touch the current floor with his or her right hand to alter its features. He or she could also point with his or her right hand to a space unoccupied by any other object to create a floating floor. This could be useful for trying to reach otherwise unreachable places. The effects of the Devil Fruit are canceled when the user leaves the aura or is unconscious. Rokushiki Ability: - None - Appearance: Floor is an incredibly tall woman with a calm look about her. Her dark circled eyes make her look the weak and tired. She is pretty, but not overtly beautiful. She wears robes of different shades of green, making her nearly look like a desert princess. She is known to have glasses stored away in her belongings, in case she needs to read something. Her hands are often clenched in nervousness or fear. --- Name: Katarina "Katz" Zuberi Gender: Female Age: 24 Birthday: September 24 Homeland: - Unknown - Height: 5'5 Weight: Average Build: Solid Hair: Light blond Skin: Pale, freckled Eye Color: Dull brown Blood Type: A- Race: Human Alliance: The New Berry Pirates Personality: Katz is boisterous and loud. She acts before she thinks, often upsetting those around her. Despite this, she has a certain grace about her when she wants to act proper. Weapons: Roller skates. A long bo staff. Devil Fruit: - None - Rokushiki Ability: - None - Appearance: Katz's blond hair is cropped, making a near bowl around her face. Sometimes she pins back her bangs. She wears yellow robes, which can be lowered to reveal a bright yellow bikini top and shorts. She will often discard her robes in combat. Her face is rounder than some of her siblings and she is not considered to be overtly beautiful. She wears a pair of yellow Converse-like shoes with strange inserts in their shoes. --- Name: Johanna "Joe" Zuberi Gender: Female Age: 22 Birthday: September 8 Homeland: - Unknown - Height: 5'9 Weight: Light Build: Slightly muscular Hair: Bold orange Skin: Pale, freckled Eye Color: Dull brown Blood Type: A- Race: Human Alliance: The New Berry Pirates Personality: Joe is never wrong. That is, Joe thinks she is never wrong. She is stubborn to near insane levels. She will argue her point until the end of time if she needs to. Her confidence is nearly unmatched. Weapons: Roller skates. A long bo staff. Devil Fruit: - None - Rokushiki Ability: - None - Appearance: There is an athletic aura to Joe that is not seen in either of her sisters. She is clearly toned in her arms and legs. She wears orange robes and a matching bikini top and short set underneath. She is often considered to be the most beautiful of her siblings, with her alluring features and long, wavy hair. She adorns gold hoop earnings. She wears a pair of orange Converse-like shoes with strange inserts in their shoes. --- Name: Fitzwilliam "Fitz" Zuberi Gender: Male Age: 18 Birthday: April 14 Homeland: - Unknown - Height: 5'10 Weight: Average Build: Slightly muscular Hair: Bright white Skin: Pale, freckled Eye Color: Dull brown Blood Type: A- Race: Human Alliance: The New Berry Pirates (Relunctantly) Personality: Fitz is bitter and cold. It is clear he suffered some kind of shock when compared to his joyous sisters. Weapons: A normal katana. Devil Fruit: - None - Rokushiki Ability: - None - Appearance: His obnoxiously bright white hair flicks this way and that on his head. It makes his brown eyes appear dark, like black holes. He wears gray robes and baggy pants. He wears plain black sandals on his feet. He is somewhat muscular, hinting at some kind of knowledge of combat or otherwise. His cold stare is reminiscent of someone he once knew long ago. --- Background: Born of the Captain of the Berry Pirates, Annamaria Zuberi, with no real father to speak of, the eight siblings practically raised themselves in Alubarna, the capital city of Alabasta. Their mother permanently took up the mantle of a pirate again and left the siblings alone when Philomena, the oldest sibling, turned 26. In almost spite of their adventure prone mother, Philomena, Valentine, the second oldest and Hilbrand, the second youngest, joined the royal guards.
The Baroque Works incident changed their family forever. Hilbrand was killed at the near start of the rebel attack on Alubarna. Philomena was paralyzed from the waist down. It was a sorrowful event, though the siblings did not feel shame. They buried Hilbrand with one of their mother’s older swords, as his own was lost in the battle. They knew their siblings’ sacrifices were something to be praised, despite the horror of it all.
The true shame did not come until the report came that Hilbrand’s body was stolen from its tomb.
Floridian, Katarina, Johanna and Fitzwilliam were left alone to figure out what had happened. Philomena, Valentine, and third oldest Ezekiel were gone on a trip to find their mother to report the news of his death. The four siblings lived with mixed feelings of sorrow and anger, never knowing how or why his body was stolen. The scar of his death had almost healed before it was torn open again.
Some time after the three oldest siblings left to travel the world and search for their mother again, Philomena sent a package to the remaining siblings. Inside was a long, extensive letter, detailing new information regarding the theft of their brother’s body. There were two photos attached with it, both profoundly disturbing. One was a head and chest shot of Hilbrand’s corpse on a metal table, stitched together haphazardly, as though it had been cut open and closed with barely a concern for the finished result. On the back of this was stamped a date and time not long after the theft and the number 713. The second was of the same corpse, but it was on its feet. It was walking on a city street with an unknown fishwoman. It was looking at the fishwoman with sadness or pity, despite the fact that it wasn’t alive. On the front of this on the wrinkled corner was written: “???.”
Philomena wrote that she had found the first in a government library after the news of Thriller Bark became public. The second was found shortly after when showing the photo to various journalists on different islands. It was from these photos she determined that, by researching Thriller Bark and hunting down the fishwoman taken in the photo with the corpse, they would find the answers they were looking for.
"The search for mother is over. We’ve got better things to do. We’re going to take revenge for Hil and restore his honor under the name of the 'New Berry Pirates.' You guys, in?"
Even the usually timid Floridian was inspired to take action. The four siblings rented a temporary ship and set out to unite with their siblings and close this chapter in their lives. Dream: To unite all of their siblings under the New Berry Pirates Flag and reclaim their deceased brother's body.
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Post by Kyubey on May 9, 2012 18:23:03 GMT -5
Name: Halvard S. Gravele Gender: Male Age: 29 Birthday: May 25th Homeland: Fish-Man Island Height: 6 feet Weight: Heavy enough Build: A little more muscular than the average Hair: Grey, spiky Skin: Rough, scaly Eye Color: Grey Blood Type: S Race: Blue Rockfish Fishman Alliance: The Gravel Enthusiast Fanclub (GEF) Personality: To his comrades, Halvard is a compassionate, intensely optimistic individual, who loves to share his pure appreciation for gravel with the world. True to his name, and the name of his crew, he loves gravel more than pretty much anything else in the world, and keeps large stores of it in his ship. He sleeps in gravel, bathes in gravel, and would eat it too, if doing so wasn’t horribly bad for him. To people outside the fanclub, though, he is a harsh, overly zealous man, who is far too strict about his ideals, and fervent to absolutely insane levels. He fashions himself to be the leader of a great new crusade for the sake of gravel everywhere, and thus he sails the seas, though he has a near crippling fear of water, despite being a Fishman. His unique laugh is “Gravelgravelgravelgravelgrovel.” Weapons: A large bag of gravel tied to a string, that he swings around like an unorthodox mace. Ship (if any): The Piedmont, a huge vessel that’s sturdy enough to carry heavy loads.
Abilities: Strong even for a Fishman, Halvard can lift several times his own weight, and can fight reasonably well, especially with his weapon of choice. While a decent fighter most of the time, he becomes much more spirited when gravel is on the line. Can be charismatic at times, and has a wonderful operatic singing voice.
Devil Fruit: None
Rokushiki Ability: None
Attack Names: Gravel Attack: (This isn’t a real attack name, he just says this every time he does anything that requires effort.)
Appearance: A man with striking features and a perpetual melodramatic expression on his face. His most noticeable feature is his majestic mustache, the sort that even people who don’t really like mustaches find irresistibly attractive. He wears a large fur coat, that looks as if a beautiful and rare creature was killed to make it, but killed in a horribly messy and gruesome way, making for a rather ugly finished product. All in all, his sexy mustache and his stupid looking coat combined give him a perfectly average appearance.
Background: Halvard was born on Fish-Man Island to a family who owned a pillow and cupcake factory. For his early years, his life was filled with joy and wonder, with sugar at every breakfast. But still, he couldn’t help but feel there was something missing in his life. Perhaps it was the fact that he had a terrible phobia of water and just so happened to live several meters below sea level, but for some reason he didn’t think that was it. But he didn’t focus too much on what was missing, and spent most of his time playing all day and living a life that was nothing but smiles. His family was filthy rich, so he didn’t even have to work at anything.
But then, one fateful night, Halvard had a most wonderful dream. In it, he was visited by Chuck Rocky, the mythical King of Gravel Town. Halvard had only heard of this legendary figure in stories when he was just a small boy, but somehow, he knew who it was without the king having to say a word. Rocky took Halvard by the hand, and showed him a world he had never seen before: a world of bleakness and cloudy skies, where there was no water, no moistness at all, just a bunch of tiny rocks, stretching out as far as the eye could see. Halvard had never seen anything so novel, so lovely, so incredible in his life. Just one look, and Halvard was captivated. Who wouldn’t be? But alas, surely such a beautiful thing couldn’t possibly exist in our world, could it? Halvard asked what these tiny stone things were, to which Rocky replied, “this is gravel, my son, and you’re in Gravel Town. Gravel is very real, you just have to find it.” Halvard knew it wasn’t long before he had to wake up, and when he did, all that fantastic gravel would be gone. So, just before he woke up, he asked, “Where can I find this place again?”
“Oh, you can’t. Not right now, anyways. But, you can create it.” And with that, Chuck Rocky, King of Gravel Town, was gone forever.
When he woke up, Halvard knew what he had to do. He knew it stronger than anything he had ever known before. He packed his things, said goodbye to his family and friends, kissed his beloved pet hamster Gelato on the forehead, shed a single tear for all he was leaving behind, promptly had a panic attack because the tear made him slightly wet, and then left home forever.
Dream: To gather all the world’s gravel, and make the magical land of Gravel Town a reality. Name: Lorelei Oneida Gender: Female Age: 16 Birthday: March 7th Homeland: Bellyache Town, Grand Line Height: Too short for her liking Weight: Too heavy for her liking (actually a bit lighter than the average girl her age) Build: Too fat for her liking (again, she’s actually rather scrawny) Hair: Long, black, and messy, too disheveled and greasy for her liking. Skin: Too pale for her liking Eye Color: Too brown for her liking Blood Type: Too B for her liking Race: Too human for her liking Alliance: The Gravel Enthusiast Fanclub Personality: Most classify Lorelei as an unhappy girl. In fact, there’s no way to tell if she’s happy or not. Generally, she keeps to herself, and tries not to outwardly show enthusiasm for anything, certainly not gravel, which leads one to wonder why she’s a part of the Gravel Enthusiast Fanclub in the first place. She gives off the impression that if she was born in another place and time, she would spend all her time blogging and browsing the internet, to the point where she wouldn’t have any friends at all. She has a cold, mean, smarmy, cynical demeanor, and often times acts in a rude, lazy fashion, though she does participate in the normal activities of the Fanclub, even if she never enjoys them. There is some doubt as to whether or not she can feel empathy at all, but nevertheless her fellow club members seem to get along with her as well as anyone else can, and is a valued part of the crew. One virtue of her personality is that, unlike most other girls of her age, she never really gets upset or loses her temper, perhaps because she doesn’t exactly care about much to begin with. She doesn’t eat very much, and spends a great deal of her spare time napping. Weapons: Little bits of gravel Ship (if any): The Piedmont
Abilities: Impeccable aim, a remarkable throwing arm, and a natural gift for snark. Is also rather good at identifying different kinds of trees.
Devil Fruit: None, though she sometimes wishes she had one.
Rokushiki Ability: None
Attack Names: What? Naming attacks? Tell me, what’s the point of that? Seems pretty stupid if you ask me.
Appearance: A rather plain looking sort of girl, the kind that most people wouldn’t really pay attention to if they didn’t have some reason to look at her. Her somewhat apparent smallness is offset by the cold hard look in her eyes, that one will undoubtedly notice if they look hard enough. She has thick dark circles around her eyes, that seem to suggest that she either is very tired, is wearing way too much makeup, or is part raccoon.
Background: Bellyache Town is decent enough, maybe. Pleasant, even. The people are perfectly happy, there’s not all that much poverty or crime, the weather is never really terrible, and it’s a fine place to visit, if you’re a big fan of museums and an abundance of mediocre family-style steakhouses. They have a large export of bricks. It’s also an alright place to grow up, if you don’t plan on being adventurous ever. The only real downside to it, besides how atrociously boring it is, is that the people are quite fond of arranged marriage. In fact, it’s more or less a hobby over there to find two single youngsters and force them to get married, whether either of them likes it or not. Most of them do, as going against an arranged marriage is a violation of the single most important rule of the town, but there are some who put up a bit of a struggle. Lorelei Oneida was one of them. By nature, she didn’t really like people, and spent most of her time at home reading books, or aimlessly throwing rocks at trees, which she found she was strangely good at. But her parents didn’t much like Lorelei being alone and content all the time, and decided she needed to do some good womanly things, like get married. Unfortunately, there was a real shortage of singles on the island due to how quickly everyone was paired off, and the only available chap was some guy in his twenties, who came from a respectable family but had yet to have a mate shoved onto him. The guy was nice and good looking, no mistake about that, but Lorelei hated everything about him. They had nothing in common, conversations with him were never all that engaging, and he had terrible taste in embroidery. Her parents didn’t care about that, the town hadn’t seen a wedding in ages. It didn’t even matter to her parents that she was thirteen, for one was never too young for an arranged marriage, not when those sorts of things were the only source of entertainment on the island. But damn it all, Lorelei simply would not spend the rest of her life pretending to be interested in the simpleton that was to be her husband, so she waited until the day of her wedding, and escaped. She could have escaped months before that point, but she put it off, partially because of laziness, and partially because it wouldn’t have felt right to do it any other day. Still, it might have been wise to do it sooner, as there were hardly any ships leaving the harbor that day, as most people wanted to stick around to watch the wedding. The only boat that was setting out belonged to a pair of crazies called the Gravel Enthusiasm Fanclub, who came there looking for gravel, and left after gathering the meager amounts that they could find. Realizing this was Lorelei’s only chance at any sort of freedom, she feigned interest in gravel just long enough to be accepted as part of the crew. And thus, her strange adventure began.
Dream: None whatsoever.
Name: Terrence Gender: Male Age: 106 Birthday: September 7th Homeland: Leaf Pile Island, Grand Line Height: A few inches shorter than the average for his species Weight: Really heavy Build: Like a giant Hair: Brown, neatly trimmed Skin: Pale Eye Color: Blue Blood Type: O Race: Giant Personality: A jolly sort of fellow, nearly bursting with energy, which sometimes causes problems given that he’s a giant. He tries to get along with most people, and often succeeds, as it’s hard to not get along with someone who is so outgoing. Terrence always tries to see the positive side of things, even in moments when it’s not appropriate to do so, and is always good for a laugh, even when he often doesn’t get the joke. Has good business sense, due to his upbringing, but hardly ever uses it. His unique laugh is “Blibleebleghblabloo.” Weapons: His fists Ship (if any): None (he doesn’t fit on the Piedmont, so he swims behind it)
Abilities: Terrence is a skilled boxer and wrestler, as he took up both sports as hobbies in his youth, but those skills are mostly useless against puny human foes. Instead, he relies on brute strength in battle. He’s also a talented folk dancer.
Devil Fruit: None
Rokushiki Ability: None
Attack Names: None
Appearance: thin, timid-looking, and a giant. His most striking feature is his big, beaming smile. Wears large glasses, that are comically big, even for one of his size. Is never seen without his trademark colorful scarf, that was knitted for him by his dear mother. He’s also fond of hats, and wears a different one every day.
Background: Leaf Pile Island was a beautiful place, with a dense, rich forest, plenty of wildlife, several streams and flowers, and majestic rock formations that couldn’t be found anywhere else in the world. Emphasis on “was”. When Terrence’s Great Grandfather found the place, he saw it as a perfect place to put a great big gravel factory, clearing out everything else to put his business. Terrence grew up in a world of gravel and steel, for he was the son of what was now the most financially successful giant family this side of the Red Line. Giants and humans alike flocked to the island to seek their fortunes in the gravel industry, as the unique and priceless rock formations that were native to Leaf Pile were a great resource to crush and make into gravel. As such, Terrence grew up among several different kinds of people, and learned many things about the world. His family shipped gravel to islands all across the world, and gained several respected business partners. As soon as Terrence was old enough, at the fresh young age of 100, his father, who was now the owner of the business, gave Terrence the job of expanding their location to the neighboring island, an out-of-the-way little place called Lejre. Given Terrence’s wonderful skills with people, he was sure to reach an agreement with the natives, and a big trip was planned. But, then, uh, something on Lejre happened, and, er, ANYWAYS, now Terrence was without anything important to do. Shortly afterwards, hope came in the form of a Fishman named Halvard, who was looking for a place called Gravel Town. Halvard loved the island, and the people on it, and was quick to befriend Terrence and his family, even going so far as to stay for several months. Thus, Terrence was rather sad when Halvard announced that he had to leave. As it turns out, while Leaf Pile was a paradise for him, it still wasn’t quite what he was looking for. But before he departed, Halvard invited Terrence to come along on the adventure. Terrence’s parents wholly supported the idea, knowing that it was a great opportunity for him to learn more about the world of gravel, and so a beautiful friendship was formed, as was the Official Gravel Enthusiasts Fanclub.
Dream: To see the world, and become a true gravel expert. Name: Craig Livesay Gender: Male Age: 58 Birthday: February 20th Homeland: South Blue Height: 6.2 Weight: Average Build: Rugged Hair: Dirty blonde, rugged. Skin: Very rugged Eye Color: Green Blood Type: AB Race: Human Alliance: Gravel Enthusiasts Fanclub Personality: Gruff and serious, though not exactly cold, Craig has all the mannerisms of a general, though he never spent a day of his life in the military. He spends most of his nights drinking, and most of his days by his lonesome. Has a fondness for telling old stories of his past, and gets upset when he thinks people aren’t listening or are taking the morals of his tales lightly. Can be rather grouchy, and doesn’t really make many friends. Thus, in battle, he shows absolutely no mercy, and even in ordinary life can instantly be terrifying at the drop of a hat. Weapons: A metal spear, and a pair of flintlock pistols. Ship (if any): The Piedmont
Abilities: Ruthless in battle, Craig uses his experience to his advantage in combat. Though his body doesn’t always work the way it used to, he is still quite strong, and uses a combination of his spear and his guns in combat. He has a vast knowledge of agriculture, but doesn’t find much use for it. He’s also good at knitting.
Devil Fruit: None
Rokushiki Ability: None
Attack Names: None
Appearance: Rugged looking, with a finely built face. Fairly muscular, with his body decorated by scars, including a prominent scar just above his right eye. Has a short beard, that he hardly bothers to maintain. Despite approaching sixty, he has aged reasonably well, and could probably pass as ten years younger than he actually is.
Background: He began life as the son of a fisherman, and spent his early years frolicking in the woods of his home island, along with his two closest friends, Ross and Emilia. None of the three were educated, but they learned much on their escapades, and were given great amounts of freedom. They got into much mischief, but formed a bond they considered greater than any family. Young Craig was most interested in becoming as strong as he could, so when he was a man he could perhaps defend the island he called his home. What he kept secret was that he also hoped to be strong enough to impress Emilia, and perhaps win her heart one day as well. But, when they were thirteen, a ferocious and notorious gang of pirates raided the island. Ross and Emilia ran for shelter as soon as danger struck, but Craig stayed behind. He had to defend his home island. Houses were burning all around him, people were slaughtered, but he fought anyways, and was swiftly beaten down. But instead of killing the boy, the Captain of the ship took him in, planning to put the lad to good use. A pirate’s life was a tough one, and Craig was worked like a dog on the ship. He thought about fighting back, to kill the bastards who enslaved him, and perhaps get revenge for his ruined town, but never did. He knew he would be killed, and even if he did succeed, he didn’t know how to get home. Once it became apparent that young Craig had no intention of fighting his pirate masters for the time being, some of the crewmen took something of a liking to him, being very impressed by his fiery spirit and his stubbornness. Some of them even began thinking of him as one of the crew, and started treating him as such. Craig hated that. The last thing he wanted was for those pirates to see him as one of them. One crewman who was especially fond of Craig took the task of teaching the young teen how to fight. Reluctantly, Craig began practicing the art of killing, hoping the pirates would never force him to put to use his newfound combat abilities. Some nights, when he had the chance, he would practice with the spear in private, hoping to covertly become strong enough to overtake the crew. He never got the chance to do so, however. On the day he turned eighteen, the pirates were attacked by a lonesome bounty hunter. The pirates were strong, but the young swordsman was able to kill them all, cutting down men who the Marines had failed to kill for years. At the end of the battle, all the pirates were dead or gravely wounded, except for Craig, who, despite the years that had passed, recognized the bounty hunter right away. It was his old friend Ross. After Craig had first been captured, Ross devoted his life to becoming strong enough to take on the crew who had stolen his friend away, eventually becoming a bounty hunter. Now that the two childhood buddies had reunited, they traveled the Grand Line together for a few years, as a duo of bounty hunters, improving their skills in battle and earning a great amount of riches while they were at it. Eventually, though, they came to a disagreement about what to do from there. Ross wanted to continue living the life of a gentleman of fortune, but Craig began to pine for his old home. By that point it had been over ten years since he had had last seen Emilia, and he missed her dearly. After giving a fond farewell, Ross headed towards the New World, while Craig returned to the South Blue, were he found that Emilia had been waiting for him all that time. The two rekindled their friendship, and Craig used the money he gained from his bounty hunting days to start a farm, on a small island in the Grand Line with some of the richest soil that could be found. They were married within the year, and months later were blessed with a lovely daughter. For a time after that, they were happy together. Sadly, a disease passed through the island, that took the lives of both Emilia and Craig’s daughter, leaving him alone. For a long while after that tragic event, Craig stayed by himself, tending to the slowly dying farm without help. That is, until years later, when a strange boat beached itself on the island’s shores, belonging to three even stranger people, who called themselves the Gravel Enthusiasts Fanclub. Craig gave the club a night’s shelter and some of his crops, hoping the outsiders would leave quickly, but their chairman was just too fascinated by Craig’s “gravelly voice” to leave so easily. The Fishman begged Craig to join them, a request that was refused at first. But as Craig thought about it, staying on that island, where he lost his wife, daughter, and dreams in one night, was making him needlessly unhappy, and a distraction from his misery wouldn’t hurt. He didn’t care much for the farm or the land anyways, and besides, he was actually somewhat fond of gravel.
Dream: Not exactly a dream, but he always wondered what happened to Ross, and, as he was approaching old age, he wanted to inform his old friend of what happened to Emilia, and perhaps give the old gang some closure.
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Rinji
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The Catman King
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Post by Rinji on May 14, 2012 16:36:45 GMT -5
Name: Daro Daro Usagi Gender: Female Age: 16 Birthday: November 25th Homeland: Sawaoki Island, North Blue Height: 5' Weight: 100 Build: She is very meek, but has a good tone to her muscles, making her form very solid. Hair: Long, Pink Skin: Very Slight tan Eye Color: Purple Blood Type: AB Race: Human Alliance: Shichibukai Personality: She is very non-caring in her normal, every day routine. She has no problem hiding any emotions, and she does not let the next person see her sweat. She is easy-going, but she also doesn't like others making a schedule for her. She enjoys having free-time, and spends much of it by herself. She is mostly impenetrable from short jokes, and jokes about her hair, and her apparent baby face. However, she does not like people talking about her very large feet. Weapons: Migoto Hoshi - A sword that is the same length as she is tall. She carries it around with her absolutely everywhere, and spends hours on end polishing it and sharpening it, along with practicing with it. She has no problem wielding it, even though it seems very heavy to her, but for some reason, she carries it as if it were a small stick. Ship (if any): She has a one-man boat with a shelter very much like an efficiency apartment. It has one room, and is customized to her every want and need. She is usually seen on the deck, munching on a rice cake or something similar.
Unique Laugh: Kajikajikajikajikaji (Kajiru means "nibble")
Abilities: Usagi has a one-sword style that is completely customized to her way of carrying her katana. Using her passion for writing and the written language, she came up with a sword style that uses kanji, shapes, and other forms of calligraphy in the way of the blade. Along with her amazing ability to jump, she is able to slice the air with a beautiful barrage of written text with her sword.
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Attack Names: Itoryuu: Bunsuun Maru - Perfect Circle - Spinning in a complete 360, she is able to cut anything in her path before her and behind her into a perfect circle with absolutely no shattering marks or cracks.
ItoryuuIai: Rakugaki - Scribbles - Using wild, untamed sword slashes, her blade seems to slice the very fabric of the air, and outline a long string of scribble marks through it. This is used mostly when she is up against a large number of opponents and wants to strike all of them before they have time to strike at her.
Itoryuu: Rakkan - Signature - Usagi writes her name with her sword. With this very familiar sword movement, she is able to not only block an oncoming blade, but also move around it with the kanji of her name written into the opponent. This signature has been known to cover an entire building, showing her kanji sign all over the side of the building before it is toppled to the ground from broken beams and walls.
Itoryuu: Kanji - Usagi's ranged blade technique. Depending on what shape it takes, Usagi writes a kanji with her blade, and an energy attack is produced and shot straight at an opponent. Whenever it hits a solid surface, the kanji mark is embedded into the object and/or opponent, cutting very deep into them.
Itoryuu: Hentaigana - A very complicated scripture, one that she traces into the air with her energy, and fires off like a cannon. Unlike the Kanji, this one explodes two seconds after its impact. Depending on which symbol she uses and the size of it, will tell how large of an explosion it is.
Itoryuu: Narabi - Line - A completely perfect straight line. One that travels from her sword and continues to lengthen for another one hundred yards. This sword attack is able to cut through solid steel.
Appearance: She has a beauty about her, especially in the deep, violet eyes. She wears glamorous, elegant, traditional kimonos and robes. Though she is very short, her feet are big, and her sword as tall as she is, her baby face is very shadowed by a jaded premise. Her eyes seem cold, unfeeling, and her stance always seems aggressive.
Background: Born in the swamps of Sawaoki island, to Daro Daro Maki and Daro Daro Nisha. Usagi had always been a strange girl. While others liked to play with toys in their youth, she enjoyed using paint brushes and pens to write on random things. She enjoyed writing poetry and especially loved making characters out of Kanji and Katakana symbols, adding personified markings to them.
However, it wasn't until pirates raided their small village that she got a glimpse of what the real world was like. While they didn't kill anyone who showed no resistance, she saw their cruelty to anyone who denied giving their possessions. When one of them caught a glimpse of her, and the sandals she wore, he saw her gigantic feet that stuck out like a sore thumb to the rest of her body.
He called her several names, each one of them intensifying the hatred in her eyes. It wasn't long before she used her amazing jumping ability to come up directly beside him, and grab his rapier from its scabbard. Using her love for writing, she signed her name into his abdomen, causing horrible injury to him, and even almost killing him. It was so simple, as if she had practiced her whole life in the sword style. Thanks to her, the others had second thoughts of returning to that island.
It wasn't long, though, before she was met by another pirate. A man named Captain Akira. He saw great potential in her sword style, and, after telling her that they would see all of the seas together, decided to join his crew at the age of fourteen. Anyone who questioned her were severely silenced once they saw her abilities.
But it wasn't long before another crew, The Brute Pirates, some of the most hunted pirates of the North Blue. While she had no problems taking down three or four of them, the rest of her crew had gigantic problems taking down one by themselves. It wasn't long before they were completely killed, with Usagi being the only one left.
No one knows exactly how she did it, and she has never spoke of it since that fateful day. She came to another island town, on board with over thirty corpses of the Brute Pirates, as well as the ones from her own crew, completely covered in blood. People say she was never the same after that. After repeated deeds such as that one, she gained the watchful eye of the World Government upon her, and soon after, she received a message from a Government Messenger Bat.
Dream: To be a famous, published poet and author.
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Post by Mise™ on May 17, 2012 13:41:43 GMT -5
Name: Paul J. Fischer Nickname: 'The Damned' a name which he got due to his illness Gender: Male Age: 44 Birthday: 13th of July Homeland: Fianchetto Island - Grand Line Height: 183 cm (6 feet) Weight: 42 (97 lbs) Build: Dangerously skinny. Hair: Gray, middle lenght and in poor condition (messy and greasy). Skin: Pale as a ghost. Eye Color: Green Blood Type: B- Race: Human Alliance: Marines (captain) Personality: Due to struggling with a severe illness for many years Paul is a man who is getting tired of life and rarely has interest in much, other than a good game of chess, though hardly anyone is able to give him much of a challenge in that game. Paul is one of the smartest, if not the smartest person in the marines, with huge intelligence, strategic genius and most notably great skills of deduction. Like many marines believe in the absolute justice even though he isn't quite as fanatic as many others. To most Paul is very distant and hard person to approach and even when someone does go to talk to him he often times may just rudely ignore whoever is trying to approach him, sometimes even a superior officer, this is mostly out of lack of respect. Many also find Paul quite a mystery due to the world government keeping very little information about Paul not public, especially the information on his devil fruit ability is a secret and for a good reason as it's power relies purely on the surprise only the real top dogs of the government and those who really need to know do know about Paul's devil fruit. Despite being a very stoic character Paul actually sometimes makes sarcastic comments and even jokes, though his sense of humor is very dark, odd and sometimes even disturbing. Often times Paul does things that are rather odd or does normal things in his own, again rather odd way, but Paul is a man who doesn't do anything unless it has a purpose, the purpose of his actions just might not be obvious to most.
Weapons: Alekhine - A high quality gun given to Paul, by his mentor when he retired. It is build similarly to the standard gun issued to marines, though the wooden parts are made of rare wood, while the metal parts are mostly made of silver. The gun is surprisingly light, lighter than the more standard model.
Ship (if any): Skewer - A large marine battleship under Paul's command. Previously owned by Basil's mentor Garry Bouden. It is rather standard marine battleship, even though of an old model being over 50 years old. Due to both Paul's and his mentor's liking for chess the figurehead of the ship is of Caïssa, the goddess of chess, other than that it doesn't differ from the other ships of the same model visually.
Abilities: Paul does have unusually high intelligence and especially skills in deduction. Also an able strategist and tactician. However due to his illness Paul is significantly weaker than the average grunt in the ranks of the marines and can hardly stand on his own two feet for more than few minutes. Due to these qualities Paul obviously isn't a front line combatant, but one that uses his brains as his greatest weapon. However with his Devil Fruit Paul is able to take on foes a thousand times more powerful than he is, though the situation has to be just right and that isn't easy.
Devil Fruit: Hei Hei no Mi (Equal Equal Fruit) The devil fruit of fairness, which changes the physical strenght and abilities of whoever is affected by it to the same as that of the the user. While it may seem like an useless ability at first, it does work on Paul as everyone who is affected by it becomes as weak as he is, something they aren't used to and can not handle. This makes people feel very weak and ill and sometimes even faint or if the target is heavy get crushed under their own weight and that is usually followed by a gunshot from Paul's trusty gun which will kill someone that weak without a fail. Whoever gets affected by this ability will also lose their own devil fruit ability (if they have one) and instead also gain the ability of Hei Hei no Mi (regardless if they had an ability before or not), however even if the victim does realize that and does use it it rarely has a real use.
Attack Names: Equalizer - Paul activates his devil fruit ability and everyone within 15 meter radius, friend or foe, will be affected and become as weak as Paul is. The effect lasts roughly 10 minutes, though when this attack gets used the target will usually be killed before the effect is over.
Appearance: A man that is clearly visibly ill, with his pale face and huge dark rings around his eyes and the general look of tiredness it is apparent that something is wrong with Paul, he also has rather poor posture and thus rarely reaches his full height. His usual clothing is rather unusual for marines and it consists a dark gray pinstripe suit and under it a white shirt and pair of black leather boots, none of which are in very good shape due to being old, maybe even bit too old for him to wear anymore. On top of this attire he has the standard marine captain's coat. Paul's facial structure is that of quite a handsome man, but this is hidden very well by his illness. For someone that has served in such a dangerous job for so many years Paul, oddly enough, doesn't have any scars or other such marks of combat on him.
Background: Even when he was just a young child it was evident that Paul was an incredibly gifted person, with unusually high intelligence. Other than being way smarter than his peers and even some adults, nothing very special happened during the first few years of Paul's life. However one day, now 17 years old Paul, met with the legendary marine vice admiral Garry Bouden, who saw great potential in the young man and wanted to make him his student and subordinate. It took a while for Bouden to convince Paul, but he eventually agreed to join the marines, mostly due to not having anything better to do. It wasn't too hard to realize why Bouden wanted to take Paul with him as latter quickly rose through the ranks of the marines and gained notoriety, thanks to both the great training of his mentor and natural talent. Paul was known to rather use his brains than brawn, even though his skills in combat were considered fierce back then, not unlike his mentor. Among the marine training Bouden also got Paul interested in chess a game where he was considered unbeatable for years and years, only to eventually, years later finally drop a game to none other than Paul himself. At the age of 19 Paul got a promotion to the rank of marine captain, being one of the youngest and especially quickest people in the long history of the organization to reach this rank. The future was looking looking promising for young Paul, but it all changed one day, only couple of months after this promotion, when Paul felt horrible pain in his chest and was taken to a doctor, who told him that he had gotten a rare heart disease. What made things worse was that the disease had no known cure and the best medication could do was to extend Paul's life, but for how long? The illness had made Paul weak overnight, so weak that he was now the weakest man on the marines' payroll, with even new recruits being more powerful than he was. Luckily Paul's brilliant mind was unaffected by the disease and that's why he still was able to keep his job. After getting over the initial shock caused by the disease Paul and Bouden came up a plan that would take advantage of this misfortune and thus Paul ate the Hei Hei no Mi, a devil fruit that has been in the possession of the marines for many years but was never used due to being considered useless ability that wasn't worth losing the ability to swim, however with it Paul could make even the strongest enemies as weak as he was and then swiftly take them down with a gunshot. And with that they were going to take down the king, the king of the pirates that is. With months of careful planning Bouden and Paul had prepared everything they needed so that Paul could get close enough to Roger to use his new ability, which would render the government's number one enemy, completely helpless. But then something unexpected happened and just before they were ready to execute their plan Roger himself surrendered. It did accomplish what they were going for and without unnecessary losses, but still for both Paul and especially Bouden it was very disappointing and frustrating, never going down the history as people who took down the pirate king. Soon after wards Bouden retired leaving Paul to be his successor, the new commander of his ship and crew and lastly spoke to some of his old colleagues to take good care of his protegee; most notably this got Paul in the favor of the current world government commander in-chief Kong, which gave Paul certain privileges over other people with the same rank. Since then Paul has been a very special person in the marines doing assignments that require his special abilities, which usually involve detective work, but sometimes also strategizing. Despite his abilities assignments including assassinations are rather rare, as it is usually easier to get someone else to take down whoever the government is after. As for today Paul is still a captain at rank, rank he has held for 25 years, due to his poor condition he doesn't have the physical abilities required for another promotion, but after working for 27 years in the marines and being in good terms with many of the higher ups it hardly matters Paul has privileges way above of his rank or even ranks higher than his and while many younger world government employees question Paul's special position most of the veterans have already accepted him.
Dream: To find a cure for the disease he has.
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Post by Shark a' Pult on May 26, 2012 22:36:08 GMT -5
Name: Brynhilda "Ship Splitter" Irongard Gender: Female Age: 71 Birthday: November 12th Homeland: Survolg Height: About 98' Weight: Please don't make me try and calculate Build: Hardened warrior Hair: Black, medium length, braided in parts with trinkets Skin: Pale, almost ghostly so Eye Color: Blue Race: Giant Alliance: Loosely to the Government, and few others Personality: Hilda is optimistic, if a bit simple-minded like many giants. Not so much stupid, but just concerned with little else other than fighting, struggle, honor, and overcoming challenges in her way. The one thing that trumps all else in her life is duty however, and nothing is stronger than her devotion to her people and reestablishing their way of life, not even pursuing her own dreams. Thus, in a way this has become a dream for her, to serve her duty to her homeland. Through and through it all she is not perturbed by this one bit, and perhaps her greatest passion is visiting new places and discovering new lands so it works out well for her. Weapons: Rivermaker - a greataxe, two one-handed axes, and a vast shield of wood and metal Ship: Ishamre, a proportionately large Koch
Abilities: With the size and strength typical of giants, Hilda's body alone is a weapon of mass destruction, in many senses of the word. Though she much rather prefers to fight using weapons and is a skilled warrior in the use of them, she is able to fight unarmed about as well as the next person. In each of these cases of martial prowess however, it is on giant terms, so against more common opponents she can prove to be a truly dangerous force.
Devil Fruit: Consumed purely by accident, Hilda gained the powers of the Kouka Kouka fruit and with it a body of pure jello. In many ways this was both an annoyance and a liability to the giantess, and only under certain temperatures can she live; too hot and her body loses it's strength and shape, too cold and she may stiffen or freeze solid. As well comes with it the inability to swim, and so for the large part having been granted the powers of the devil was more a curse than anything for Hilda. Though she is somewhat competent while existing and fighting in her full logia form she tries to avoid this state as much as possible, and virtually always when not aboard her ship.
Appearance: With fur clothes, scaled armor, and a thick fur overcoat, Hilda is most commonly dressed for cold environments which she prefers. Rarely when not suited for battle however (usually only when the situation calls for it), she tends towards lighter, less confined clothing. Though given her size, dresses can be a problem for various reasons. No matter the case she usually has in her hair or on her person a number of trinkets and jewelry, in particular a necklace with large chunks of seastone which she tries to keep on at all times. Physically because of her pale complexion and distinct features people have mistaken her for some storm or snow spirit, or frost giant of legend.
Background: Elbaf describes Hilda in everything except her birthplace. The daughter of exiles in a way, her people were faced with a changing world in the way of climate, and could no longer remain in their homeland. She, like many others, set out in search of ways to save their way of life. Rather than try to find ways to change nature or to make deals with supernatural powers though, Hilda instead sought to find a land which could support her people and their way of life. However along the way her ambitions were diluted when she found herself at Elbaf, and realized this was the place she belonged. Including what she already knew from her parents, she adopted the Elbaf way of life after many years of training and adjustment. Thereafter she emerged, ready to continue her journey, though not ready to call herself one of Elbaf. That honor needed to be earned by something greater than just training or time. And so she travels the world, an explorer as much as a fighter, looking for another place she and those like her could call home. Along the way through her various exploits and adventures she got pinned by the Government for Shichibukai position without much a say on her part. Regardless, she doesn't really even understand the position or what it entails, and for the most part continues onward as she always has, though she has had some concerns about a person whom held a Warlord position before her. Someone whom could very well answer her problem of where her people could settle.
Dream: To find a new land for her people. As a secondary wish, to prove herself worthy to be counted among the ranks of Elbaf.
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Post by CJ on Jun 10, 2012 22:11:02 GMT -5
Name: Nathan Joseph Smith Gender: Male Age: 17 Birthday: June 16 Homeland: Gomorrah Island Height: 5'10 Weight: Average Build: Slightly muscular Hair: Brunette Skin: Tanned Eye Color: Brown Blood Type: O+ Race: Human Alliance: The Happy Happy Restaurant Personality: Nathan Smith is an easy going person. He is hard working, constantly feeling indebted to his employers. He is caring and passionate about anything he does. It is drastic compared to the cut throat boy he used to be in his childhood. His duplicate’s personality is based on the kind of person Nathan wanted to be. Joe is studious and resourceful, knowledgeable in any area he put his mind to. He is incredibly forgiving, willing to sympathize for even the most heinous of criminals. He was designed to be the perfect brother for Nathan. Weapons: A hammer staff hybrid. Specially made by Joe, the heavy weapon is perfect for the hard hitter. Ship (if any): - Unknown - Abilities: - Unknown - Devil Fruit: Tsuin Tsuin no Mi This Devil Fruit is one of the most mysterious of the Paramecia group. It turns the user into “Twins.” It creates a perfect, physical copy of the user, a twin. This twin can then be programmed to fulfill a “dream” of the user. It can take on talents or specialties immediately that would normally take years to practice. These abilities must not exceed the capabilities of the original individual. If the twin encounters seastone, is dismembered, greatly injured or killed, it will disappear. It can be recreated later at the expense of the user’s energy. The twin then takes on the current form of the user. There is a failsafe for the user if the twin becomes uncontrollable. If it is killed in a traumatic event or emotional state, the twin will “reset,” removing all memories of its previous selves. Rokushiki Ability: - None - Appearance: It is hard to find anything unique about Nathan and his twin individually. Paired together is where their true distinctiveness lies. Years without ever having to “recreate” Joe have set the two apart from their original identical nature. Nathan is athletic and tanned. He typically wears a paint stained T-shirt and tethered pants. Joe is thinner and dresses for the occasion, even when it’s not the “occasion.” He fears succumbing to an unfortunate end, not out of fear of death, but for having to be remade with Nathan’s “atrocious rat nest hair.” Background: Nathan Smith was a gang member, living in the slums of Gomorrah Island. He grew up with a group of orphans who resorting to stealing and begging to survive. Eventually, he joined the Forsaken, a prominent gang on the island. He was noted by his elders for his proficiency for stealing. He seemed to understand how and when to strike when people least expected it. Years perfecting his technique left him compassionless and bitter.
On one particular job when he was 11 years old, Nathan found a Devil Fruit mixed among valuables in a locked chest on a pirate ship docked nearby. His boss told him and his partners of it, instructing them to bring it back to him. Out of want and greed, he immediately consumed it, knowing his boss would have eaten it or sold it. With his cunning, he could say it had disappeared later and blamed it on someone else. It would have been easy to escape with the rest of the treasure had it not been for the boy who immediately appeared next to him. It was an exact duplicate of him. He was even wearing the same clothes. But he said nothing and did nothing. He only stared at him with what seemed to be intense curiosity.
The next thing he knew, he was exhausted and couldn’t move. The boys working with him knew immediately something was up. They brought the two out of the pirate’s ship. The twin remained silent and did not speak, leaving Nathan dumbfounded as to why he was there or how he even got there in the first place.
They brought him to their boss and told him what had happened. They presented the twin as well, who was unable to speak or display any sort of intelligence except simple tasks like walking. Punishment was sure to be in order, perhaps even death for Nathan’s transgressions, until a certain individual burst through the door.
Beth Anthony, later called Anderson, had silently taken down every single gang member with her infamous energy Devil Fruit. With her was the captain of the Berry Pirates, a cousin of hers, whose ship they had ransacked. Beth kidnapped Nathan and the twin after severely beating the boss of the gang. She had been a formidable force against gangs on Gomorrah Island anyway, so it came as no surprise on Nathan’s or his gang’s part, though it was nonetheless shameful.
At the Happy Happy Inn, Beth Anthony informed Nathan Smith he had two options. He would live as the servant of the Berry Pirates until they determined he paid off his debt or live with Beth and her fiancée, Connor Anderson, and pay off the debt through work at their Inn and send the Berry Pirates money periodically. In order to stay close to a familiar place, he chose the latter.
Nathan had lost his gang and with it any semblance of family or friends. Beth Anthony was relentless in her watch over him. Her Devil Fruit allowed her to be awake at all hours. She could sense his energy at all times too. It was pointless to try and run. Even without Beth’s constant watch, he had nowhere to turn to anyway.
He began to confide in the twin that had appeared on that fateful day. He learned from the Berry Pirates’s captain of the capabilities of the Devil Fruit, that it could be used to provide companionship. He assigned the twin one role over those years of servitude: be the perfect brother.
The “brothers” decided to follow the example of the Andersons and make a life for themselves. Their time with the couple brought a peace Nathan Smith never knew before. It was a feeling he assumed was the closest thing he could ever have to a family.
Joe Smith became his own person. His name was thought up by Connor Anderson, who suggested it from Nathan's own middle name. It was frightening how accurate Nathan’s command was for the twin. He was really the perfect brother, offering kindness and advice for him in nearly every trying situation. He was innocent but wise beyond his years. Along with his artificial talents, Nathan found in Joe something extremely troubling. He knew in his heart Joe was the person he would have been had he never gotten involved in gangs.
However, Nathan kept this knowledge in his heart. He now resorts to watch on quietly in Joe’s success. His happiness stems directly from his twin’s. Although Joe’s happiness might be only an illusion in itself, Nathan has nothing to compare it to. Dream: To help Joe become a successful individual as he once would have been.
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Post by CJ on Jun 24, 2012 21:48:11 GMT -5
(These profiles are unfinished. There are still a few things I need to sort out with Shark before I write the backgrounds. Thank you.)
Name: Light von Feuer Gender: Female Age: 18 (In the Past Arc) Birthday: February 2 Homeland: Loguetown Height: 5'8" Weight: That would take some research Build: Slim Hair: Light pink Skin: Dark Eye Color: Light pink Blood Type: A- Race: Human Alliance: Bodyguard to Henri Alain Personality: Cross Light and you'll wish you could die some other way. Befriend her and gain a companion for life. Weapons: She owns a mobile home that is currently occupied by her client. Ship (if any): - None -
Abilities: - Unknown -
"That can't be right."
"Dude, I saw it with my own eyes. They kept pestering the blond guy about his cigarette lighter magic trick. Then the broad opened up the side of the trailer. There was this boom and a bright light."
"And then?"
"And then I ran. I had to! But I know for a fact. No one ever saw those guys again."
Devil Fruit: - None -
Rokushiki Ability: - None -
Appearance: Light is an attractive woman who could easily be mistaken for a model or actress. She wears a pink corset and long skirt. Her low, poofed pig tails are bigger than her head. It would be hard to assume this woman would be capable of guarding anyone as she had little to no muscle tone. The pistol hung at her side next to a ring of keys seems inefficient when compared to the greats of the Grand Line.
Background: (Will be added after discussing with Shark)
Dream: To earn enough to ---
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Name: Henri Alain (True Name: Hikaru Hiro) Gender: Male Age: 22 (in the Past Arc) Birthday: June 21 Homeland: Kaji Island Height: 5'11 Weight: Well for his height Build: Girl, look at that body Hair: Blond Skin: Pale Eye Color: Pale green Blood Type: AB+ Race: Likely Witch Alliance: Himself Personality: Henri, at first, seems like the guy you'd like to be your best friend. The more time spent with the man reveals a darker aspect of his happy-go-lucky personality. Weapons: His wit. Ship (if any): Rent-a-Ship has been kind to him after many crashes.
Abilities: Henri lacks the ability to dock a ship properly, even with a crew to help him.
Oh, and Henri comes from a strange, unknown clan and possibly, very likely a witch. However, he generally chooses not to use his rare talents unless absolutely necessary.
Devil Fruit: - None -
Rokushiki Ability: - None -
Appearance: Henri's signature trait is a cowlick of hair that sticks out and curls on his forehead. The rest of his hair is well kept, but this group of strands is particularly unwilling to cooperate. The man dresses in attire appropriate for nearly every occasion. Nice dress pants with a collared shirt and tie. The tie changes colors every month. Henri could be considered to be attractive, but it's not a definite quality. He smiles as much as he can. However, this smile seems forced.
Background: (Will be added after discussing with Shark)
Dream: To find the perfect death.
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