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Post by Shark a' Pult on Jun 25, 2012 11:57:24 GMT -5
Name: King Asuza Gender: Male Age: 28 Birthday: May 12th Homeland: Ashfall Archipelago Height: 6'2" Weight: 170-ish lbs. Build: Muscular, tough-as-nails Hair: Black, short Ethnicity: Asian Eye Color: Brown Race: Human Alliance: Heartfelt Pirates Personality: Fierce, determined, but generally collected. Possessing the traits worthy of such a first mate, Asuza is a man as fiery and forceful as the weapons he carries, but knows to keep his emotions in check even if he sometimes has trouble reigning them in. Indomitable as the mountain one moment, ferocious as the storm the next. Asuza knows to endure, as well as he knows to bring the fury. Through it all he has a soft spot, though it is often lost in the tide. Weapons: Bombs, mortars, rockets, things that go boom Ship: None Abilities: Before the event which gave the Ashfall Islands their namesake, Asuza largely concerned himself with martial strength and prowess, and was quite the tough cookie. Time was, he knew a thing or two about weapons and fighting, before he became a victim of the cataclysm. Now he deals mostly in explosives. Devil Fruit: None Appearance: Clothing wise he sports laced jackboots, olive drab cargo slacks, a simple collared white shirt with long sleeves rolled up, and a black flak vest. Like everyone from the Ashfall Islands, Asuza is covered in burn scars, though some seem quite recent or not fully healed. To compensate for this he makes much use of medical gauze, clearly visible on the parts of his body which are not covered by clothing, namely his arms and even some wraps around his head. Has a red armband with the kanji for "victory", shouri, in white across it. Background: Asuza lived the life of any normal young man on the Ashfall Islands up until their decimation. It was referred to by many names, an event which split the sky and scorched the earth along with its inhabitants, the result of which to this day it still snows ash and rains cinders around the islands. Like all the victims facing the change, he needed a way to cope with the loss, and found solace in fire and steel. Weapons, of the explosive nature, which forever after fascinated him and shaped his understanding of the event. It was his belief that the Ashfall Islands must have been rendered so by weapons of this nature, and so it became his ambition to find out exactly how. Shortly after the event, he helped found the Heartfelt Pirates as the first mate, and with them caused quite a ruckus. They have become well-known as of late, but for reasons unknown, Asuza has left the crew to pursue a singular ambition. Dream: To find a force comparable to that which caused the cataclysm.
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Post by Shark a' Pult on Jun 27, 2012 12:26:05 GMT -5
Name: Solaine Winterfield Gender: Female Age: 16 (Past arc) Birthday: April 23rd Homeland: Galthia Height: 5'5" Weight: 110-ish Build: Skinny Hair: Brown, short Ethnicity: Caucasian Eye Color: Amber Race: Human Alliance: None Personality: Vindictive, arrogant, jealous, cruel, with a perpetual chip on her shoulder to boot. Simply put, Solaine is sick and tired of being overlooked, and there's nothing meaner than the underdog. Appearance: School girl's uniform. Pleated plaid skirt, navy blazer with school crest on the left chest, white undershirt and red cravat. Black shoes, high white socks. On the whole her uniform is rather unkempt, and stained with blood. Background: The youngest daughter to the Winterfield family, for the majority of her life Solaine has been largely overlooked, and as such has been allowed remarkable freedom uncharacteristic of others in her family. For many, to be born to such a privileged family and yet to be able to live her life as she pleased, would be looked upon as a great gift. Instead however Solaine ever looked towards her siblings with envy. They were doted on by their parents and showered with affection and while it was true that they were largely groomed and had their lives planned out for them, this was all Solaine wanted so long as it meant people paid attention to her, especially her parents. As such, growing up she was rather unruly and tended towards trouble, and this only served to further attenuate her position in the family; however, even if she was only ever scolded by her mother and father, at least it was time spent with them which was enough for her. Overtime however her trouble making changed from a plight for attention, to self-gratification and part of her personality. It was no longer about getting noticed by dear old mum and dad, and instead became enjoyment and accomplishment. While still inherently fueled by seeking attention, things only went from bad to worse and the worse things got, the better she got at hiding them. What started as mischief maker, after many wrong steps and a long fall, became killer. Serial killer, in time, and though it was not direct she was definitely being noticed by a great many people. The truth was finally outed when in another attempt to best herself, she targeted a world noble. This happened only recently, and her plans were averted with her imprisonment. There she sits awaiting punishment, her name cursed and her existence loathed, while she cherishes every moment of it. It is a bitter victory however for only only her immediate ambitions are fulfilled. While Solaine has only ever wanted to be noticed, she still seeks her dream of finding the one thing she has never had: love.
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Post by CJ on Jun 27, 2012 23:49:21 GMT -5
(This profile assumes he has recovered his true body at the end of the Grand Path side arc. Currently his brain is housed in Tomahawk M-8.)
Name: Connor Anderson (True Name: Kurai Uzo) Gender: Male Age: 23 Birthday: November 22 Homeland: Gomorrah Island (True Home: Kaji Island) Height: 5'11 Weight: Just well enough Build: Slim Hair: Blond Skin: Pale Eye Color: Light Green Blood Type: AB+ Race: Fire Witch Alliance: Grand Path, Happy Happy Restaurant Personality: Connor is the kind of man who would run into a burning building for someone he didn't know. Well, he's immune to fire so of course he would but if he wasn't, he still would do it. Over the course of recent events, he's learned to open up a little and not be so passive and quiet. However, these same events have opened a darker part of him: one that would still rather hide and let an otherwise unknown part of him through, despite what cost it might have on others. Weapons: Bronze colored gloves and boots, made especially for his fire powers by the prophet Ezekiel (Location unknown.) Ship (if any): The Happy Happy Restaurant
Abilities: Connor comes from a prestigious clan of Fire Witches, who for some unknown circumstance were able to gain control over fire with the cost of becoming extremely weak when exposed to water of any kind. He has the ability to coat his hands and feet with fire. He can also breath fire and is immune to heat and external flames. However, these abilities can often damage his lungs if used improperly or to a great extent.
Devil Fruit: - None -
Rokushiki Ability: - None -
Appearance: His hair is straight, just long enough to force him to brush it out of his eyes occasionally. It is relatively expected of a chef to keep his hair somewhat trimmed but short hair, as he puts it, "makes me look like someone I'd rather not look like." His green eyes are somewhat unnatural, hinting that he's something more than he appears to be. He has a plain face. There's nothing terribly attractive about him. He appears to be of mixed descent, possibly a combination of Caucasian and Asian, particularly Japanese.
Background: Connor doesn't know much about his life before Gomorrah Island. He remembers the name "Kurai Uzo" and a child screeching on the ground with his eyes burning out from the core of their sockets.
He was found on the streets by a then ten-year-old Beth, who brought him to a widower named George Anderson and then never spoke to him again until they left school. He was named "Connor" after an old friend of George's. He grew up in that household with few friends and few interests. Cooking and cleaning came naturally to the boy, so he assumed he was abandoned by someone wealthy, perhaps he was the child of the head servants. He had many dreams about his past, unknown life, but only one was ever real.
To this day, Connor doesn't remember how he met Beth Anthony a second time. It was one of many details he would forget in his life. She remembers, however. He had found a ring of hers that she had dropped accidentally. She had heard rumors of his "allergy" to water so seeing him soaking wet at her doorway sparked something inside of her. When he starting coughing smoke, however, she wasn't too quick to dwell on that spark.
Beth was certainly the dominating force in the relationship that came. There was something about those times that made marriage seem alright. Connor had never thought of ever being with someone that cared about him as much as he cared about her. On the outside, it looked somewhat odd, with Beth nearly saying and doing everything on the couple's part. But it was just what Connor needed.
After a brief stint with a relatively successful Happy Happy Inn, Beth wanted to test Connor's talents at a traveling Happy Happy Restaurant. She was pregnant with their first child and knew that Gomorrah wasn't exactly the best place to raise a kid. Inevitably, the couple had an argument. What that argument was about, no one really knows, but it ended with Connor sitting at the Water 7 train station, where he met a certain Shichibukai.
Arch was the first true friend Connor ever had besides Beth or George. He was an odd character, but he opened up a new side of Connor. For the first time, the chef wanted to embrace a new life, rather than dwell on an old, forgotten one. Unfortunately, things did not turn out well for the two. It could never be said how much of an effect the radiation had on Connor. All the chef knew was that his lungs were really giving out this time.
Cold. It's so cold. Seven Gates, what a city. There's no way some place like this could exist... or I could exist in this machine now. Rank. Grand Path. Rank 11. Uzo. Why's my son named Meek Uzo? No, that can't be. That kind of thing doesn't happen. No. Where's Arch? I haven't heard from him in months. Snake. Oh, this guy's going to kill me. Don't take my brain. Please, I don't want to die. I have to move on. I have to keep traveling up these ranks. If I don't, Uzo's going to grow up to be that worthless man. I can't let him leave Beth like that. She doesn't deserve it. Doc. Akki. Lodion. Valentine.
Sylvia Valentine. A woman that turns into blood. I want to die, but I can't. I'm too far now. Beth needs me... no, I need her- She needs me. I have to find some other way to do this. I have to stop caring about that bitch and her brother. I need a way. I can let go. This machine can do it for me.
Next up is Snake. I can sleep through that. It's too bad I'll miss it. I wonder. What does his brain look like?
Dream: To provide a secure future for his family.
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Post by Sprite on Jul 11, 2012 19:44:28 GMT -5
Name: Masked Gender: Male Age: ?? decidedly well into adulthood Birthday: ?? Homeland: ?? Height: 5'10'' Weight: 180 lbs Build: Muscular, powerful and intimidating Hair: The few occasions it has been seen, it has been reported to have been long and blonde, mostly slicked back in a sophisticated manner. Skin: Judging from the few times people have seen his gloves off, or maybe a sliver of exposed skin when he was adjusting his helm, pale, deathly pale. Eye Color: Unknown Blood Type: B Race: Human Alliance: Marines, Major Personality: A very gruff and straightforward fellow. A dry wit and humor and an unveering discipline and devotion to the pursuit of Justice and the elimination of crime. Weapons: A long stout shaft of blackened and cracking wood. Seems to be made of Adam Wood as it has gone head to head with even the strongest and sharpest of weapons without yielding, capped on both ends with steel guards. Major Masked uses this odd object in the manner of a bo-staff to augment his martial arts. Ship (if any): Kamen - A sleek black battleship with a giant black and white kabuki mask hanging from the front in place of a figurehead, the mouth cranks open to reveal a powerful cannon capable of sinking smaller ships.
Abilities: Major Masked is an accomplished Martial Artists, often subduing dangerous criminals and pirates using nothing but his own booted feet and gloved fists. Even Logia users or accomplished Parameciums have been beaten black and blue, hinting at a marked proficiency in Haki. When neccesary he has been known to also use his powerful bo-staff in conjunction with his martial arts, leveling opponents to dust using an unstoppable flurry of staff-strikes and martial attacks.
He also seem capable of moving with unreal speed or withstanding lethal blows and surviving, where protecting Kusu R. Kidd's life is concerned. In these instances he's lit with a ghostly blue light.
Devil Fruit: None.
Rokushiki Ability: Quite proficient in the uses of Geppou, Soru, and Ryankaku but hasn't shown any ability in using the other arts. But to make up for his lack of Tekkai, Shigan, and Kami-e he seems to have three of his own custom made Roku-arts, but he rarely uses these and only when there is no one to observe.
Attack Names: Often summons up imagery of tigers and lions with his attack names, very Bruce Lee kung-fu esque.
Appearance: Physically intimidating and exudes fierce power and solidity like a mountain. His ever-present black helmet with an impenetrable shiny black visor that shrouds his entire face only adds to his mystery and menace. Dressed in clothes that usually keep every inch of his skin covered, hiding every detail of his humanity. Often wears whats looks like a motorcyclist's jacket made from ribbed leather, and thick combat gloves with steel plates and caps for the knuckles, palm, and backhand. They extend halfway across his forearms and secure with ties and buckles. His black marine slacks are tucked into large heavy combat boots, designed similarly to his gloves. The only real visual indication of his Marine allegiance is the white coat he wears about his shoulders and the large belt with the Seagull crest.
Background: Not much is known about Major Masked, which is surprising considering his raw power and ability in the field. His first field mission was the capture of Vivied the Color Trap, a dangerous criminal who had recently escaped from Impel Down and immediately drained several islands of all life and color. Major Masked intervened when the Color Trap and the Phantom Hawks were about to clash, and promptly handled the entire situation, putting down the Color Trap and re-arresting him, but strangely turned a blind eye as the Phantom Hawks escaped. Since that time he has been on their trail, monitoring their movements and actions, acting behind the scenes.
After their disbanding his activities fell off the radar as he stopped making public appearances. But with the disappearance of his trusted Lieutenant second-in-command and the re-appearance of Kusu R. Kidd he seems to have mobilized again.
Dream: Currently, to find his missing lieutenant and see Kusu R. Kidd behind bars.
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Post by CJ on Jul 22, 2012 10:18:20 GMT -5
Name: Meek Uzo Anderson Gender: Male Age:22 Birthday: June 2 Homeland: Unknown, traveled with Beth and Connor Anderson in his childhood. Height: 5’11 Weight: His wings don’t add that much weight. Build: Slim Hair: Blond Skin: Just on the brink of sickly pale. Eye Color: Pale Green Blood Type: AB+ Race: Human? Alliance: World Government, Warlord Personality: Uzo is childish to say the least. He is always trying to get what he wants, no matter what the cost. He is gullible and naïve, much like his namesake. Weapons: None Ship (if any): None
Abilities: Uzo has a strange, unknown aura that affects women and men who lean toward men in their romantic interests. He and his writer do not understand how this works.
Devil Fruit: The Toki Toki no Mi (The Time Time Fruit) is classed as one of two Paramecias to be considered "God" Level.
- Time Warp - The user has the ability to open up portals, which allow them to traverse time and space. Other people and objects can also travel, so long as they fit within the portal. The user cannot travel 100 years before the consummation of the Devil Fruit nor travel farther into the future than they’ve experienced.
- Time Flux - Time can be stopped, sped up, slowed down, or spun backward in an environment, or on an object or a person. Time Warp portals cannot be used during these techniques. Turning back time on the user will alter their memories, since they would also be altering the state of their mind. They will not remember using the ability unless a witness informs them of it. The same can be said if they turn back time on another individual.
- Time Vision - The user will experience occasional glimpses of past, present, and possible futures. These visions are not always accurate and often stem from different timelines. The technique can be forced but it often leads to migraines as a consequence.
Rokushiki Ability: None.
Appearance: Uzo’s metal wings are his trademark as a Warlord. They seem to be made mostly of old fan blades. They are held by buckled straps around his shoulders. He wears collared shirts and khaki pants, as though he is perpetually leaving from a long day at work. He usually wears sneakers, which always look relatively new despite their year or make. His left eyelid never opens completely, making him appear to be confused or frustrated.
Background: Meek Anderson was born to Beth and Connor Anderson on a lovely, summer day. Though, Connor was absent when that happened. As a child, Meek never understand why that was until years later when he learned of the Former Warlord, the mysterious Arch.
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Meek was alone, stranded in a city he did not know or recognize. It was years, a decade and more, before his present day. He lost his mother and two brothers in an attempt to save their lives. He had never tried to bring anyone into a different timeline. He wasn’t allowed to. But now that he did, he wasn’t sure where they had gone or if they were even alive.
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After years of traveling through history, he was bound to be noticed eventually. There were countless photographs of him at different ages, showing up in different times and dates. He was given a 62 million dollar bounty in order to try and catch him before he did destroyed history or future events.
Eventually, Uzo was asked to be a Warlord. Rather, he was forced to be a Warlord. He was caught by a Commander’s Haki user. Death or a contract with the Government: those were his choices. Still, the job allowed for freedom, so long as he didn’t do anything too drastic… or was caught doing it.
The Warlord was asked to go to Momoiro Island there on an account of a rumor that a descendant of Gol D. Roger was living there. Instead, Uzo found one of his brothers, Snake Roger Anderson. They were 7 and 3 respectively during the accident. But by the time they finally reunited, they were 20 and 9, and somehow Roger was a girl. Her laugh was just like his mother’s and she looked just like her when she was younger. He had to ask. Unfortunately, it was true. She was found on a shipwreck, just like the one in his vision, and conformed to the Okama lifestyle.
Uzo reported that there was no descendant of Roger on the island, that the name was a coincidence. The age of the child debunked the theory entirely. He made a bargain with the World Government to protect her life in exchange for more work.
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Uzo currently is searching for his youngest brother, Ian. He hopes to somehow find him, so that he might atone for his mistake and move on with his life.
Dream: To find his family, restore their place in time and make a mark in history.
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Post by Sprite on Jul 27, 2012 16:45:05 GMT -5
Name: Hidane Hirei Gender: Male Age: 23 Birthday: June 1st Homeland: Kaji Island Height: 5'9'' Weight: A bit heavier for his height because of his musculature Build: Broad at the shoulders and chest, muscular like a lifelong martial artist Hair: Haphazard spikes of amber and red that cascade back from his forehead. Skin: A ruddy orange-ish tan. Almost always has soot or ash on some part of his skin. Eye Color: FIRE Blood Type: AB+ Race: Fire Witch Alliance: The Tribe of Fire, The Witch's Coven Personality: Rambunctious, wild, and a bit uncultured. Hidane is a bit of a Tarzan, a Tarzan that breathes and shoots fire. Weapons: His body, fights using every part of his body in a style similar to Muay Thai. Ship (if any): He enjoys makings rafts that often last him a single journey. Finds that the masts of docked ships make the best logs for him to lash together with stolen rope.
Abilities: Hidane being a Fire Witch is capable of producing fire on his limbs, shooting flames, and happens to be immune to all forms of heat and flame because of his heritage. Contact or consumption of water however severely weakens him and causes him to become sick and cough up smoke.
Devil Fruit: None
Rokushiki Ability: None
Attack Names: Hidane Special Buster - Removing the scarf from his eyes, Hidane roars at his foe, expelling a tremendous amount of flame from his eyes, mouth, and even nose resulting in a giant focused beam of pure heat and white flame.
Appearance: Dressed in a vest made of some sort of reptilian hide as well as hard molded leather, Hidane appears to be quite the foreigner in most parts of the world. He wears a purple sash around his waist which holds up his white gi pants, he trods about in his barefeet and enjoys putting them up on tables and counters, not really knowing any better. His signature article however, is the woven red and brown scarf tied around his eyes. The scarf appears to be woven of some sort of plant fiber immune to heat similar to his own people's physiology. In moments of great passion or anger one can see flames licking over the top of the scarf and glowing orange spots underneath the scarf where his eyes should be. If he were to remove the scarf one would realize he has no eyes, he has constantly burning flames in his eye sockets in place of eyes, the flames are beautiful and burn delicately weaving beautiful little patterns and seem to glimmer with blue and green flames at the centers. He also has rather sharp and pronounced canines, giving him a bit of a toothy and feral grin.
Background: Hidane was a Fire Witch child, a classmate of Kurai Uzo more commonly known presently as Connor Anderson. The two were in constant disagreement, and more than once came to blow....well okay, they always came to blows. Hot headed, passionate, and a bit unruly compared to the cold, cruel, and collected Kurai, Hidane was always the polar opposite of his hated rival.
One day a conflict brought the two of them to the biggest fight of their lives, the sheer anger that Hidane felt caused somewhat of a forced Fire Witch Child "coming of age" process that caused flames to burst forth violently from his eye sockets, completely consuming his eyes and nearly killing him from the shock. It was that day he began tying the scarf about his eyes and began learning to truly harmonize and understand "fire" marking him as a gifted prodigy among his people.
Many years later, he traveled to confront Kurai, now Connor and gifted him with the knowledge of his heritage and ancestry. Now friends, Hidane sailed off, vowing to return to check up on his erstwhile lifelong rival.
Dream: To travel the world and learn everything it has to offer.
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Post by Kyubey on Aug 3, 2012 23:09:20 GMT -5
Name: Commander Byron Gender: Male Age: 43 Birthday: April 6th (real birthday is unknown, so he simply uses the day he was adopted on his official records) Homeland: Various Marine bases. Height: A head taller than average Weight: Normal Build: Athletic muscular Hair: Straight, normal length, brown with a touch of grey Skin: Pale Eye Color: Blue Blood Type: O Race: Human Alliance: Marines Personality: Cold, and doesn’t talk much. Usually soft spoken and thoughtful around his superiors, while stern and authoritative around those of a lower rank than him or those he doesn’t respect. An educated man, who rarely allows himself any breaks or rest, preferring instead to devote himself to his duty. When he’s not at work, he spends his time reading history books or, on some occasions, playing chess with his fellow Marine officers. Apart from those instances, he never speaks to anyone unless he sees a specific reason to, and is always to the point. Because of his personality, he is rather unpopular among his own division and his fellow Marines, although if he notices or cares about that, he doesn’t show it. His orders are always direct and decisive, and he shows no mercy in battle, always taking the straight and pragmatic approach when possible. He is a firm believer in Absolute Justice, and is especially ruthless when dealing with those who would get in the way of that ideal. Weapons: Shurikens, which he keeps hidden in his jacket Ship (if any): The Retribution, a small but fast Marine ship
Abilities: Strength gained from years of experience, as well as martial arts prowess aided by Haki
Devil Fruit: None
Rokushiki Ability: Soru, Geppou, and Shigan, which he learned from his Marine instructors.
Attack Names: Bat Sting: a variation on Shigan, where he uses both hands and targets a specific area on a person’s body.
Atlas Novus: An enhanced version of Bat Sting, where he throws two shuriken at his opponent, then uses Soru to rush alongside the projectiles and strike at the same time as his thrown weapons.
Appearance: From first impressions, one would assume that Byron was an average, plain individual. He wears his Marine coat over a dull grey suit, which he is careful to keep clean and well-maintained, along with a tie of a similar shade and shiny black shoes. He typically has very good posture, although he has a bad habit of keeping his hands in his pockets. His face can be described as weary, with a slender jaw and a few noticeable wrinkles. When he’s outdoors, and it is appropriate, he will wear a pair of sunglasses that he is quite fond of. On some other instances he can be seen with reading glasses, although this is not common. When he is in his office or off duty, he often is seen with a pipe in his mouth, usually of the highest quality. On his hands are a pair of white gloves, which have become his trademark of sorts as he is apparently never without them.
Background: Byron was the son of pirates. He was born on a schooner, and spent most of his infancy with the crew, until Marines finally hunted down his parents and their shipmates. His mother and father were sent to Impel Down, leaving little Byron alone. If it wasn’t for the Marine Captain who captured his family, he most likely would have died. The captain took in the baby, and decided to raise him, giving the baby a name and a home. Byron lived in Marine base G-2 until he was four, when his adoptive father was tragically killed in battle. The boy was very young, but he was still attached to the man who raised him. Shortly after hearing the news of the Marine Captain’s death, Byron decided that he would follow in his father’s footsteps and become a Marine. When he was only five, he was sailing on Marine ships, doing odd jobs and receiving instruction from the sailors. Life at sea was hard, but he proved capable for one of his age, and his “family” did a good job of teaching and protecting him. Over time he learned to be strong, and grew up with the idea of justice fixed into his heart. Eager to start fighting for the sake of the World Government, he enrolled in formal training, and was tutored by some of the strongest soldiers around. Even at that age, his conviction and willingness to do hard work was remarkable, and earned him the respect of his mentors. He formally entered the Marines the day he was old enough, and steadily rose through the ranks, demonstrating his skill and devotion every day, fulfilling every task given to him, regardless of whether or not it was daunting or meaningless. In his early years as an officer, his peers oftentimes found his behavior strange, as he seemed focused to the point of obsession, and hardly spoke to his fellow sailors. Still, his abilities and attitude helped him to get attention from the higher ups, and, after several years, the child of pirates, now truly a son of the Marines, finally reached the rank of Vice Admiral, with a good deal of influence. His rank granted him a good deal of power, and he made several notable impacts on the war against piracy. However, those days would soon prove to be limited. Despite their best efforts, the Great Pirate Age lead to several high-profile criminals sailing undaunted, and talks began to stir of establishing a new Marine base to combat the threat. Byron, now a renowned figure, suggested establishing one in the large and supposedly uninhabited island of Lejre, which was in a strategically optimal location. His superiors praised his idea, and placed him in charge of the expedition to clear out the land and construct the base. It was only when his unit arrived on Lejre that they learned it was inhabited by the Urd tribe. Byron initially attempted to negotiate with the natives, but he found that the Urdians were completely unwilling to let the Marines use their island for any purposes. Furious at the insolence by the tribe, Byron ordered the Urdians to leave and find shelter elsewhere, and when that was refused, he commanded his men to force the natives out. The Urdians resisted violently, causing Byron to retaliate. In a single battle, the Urdians were easily killed, and construction began. Not one member of the Urd Tribe was left alive.
Shortly afterwards, while Byron was still overseeing the base’s development, he received a summons from his superiors, and had to temporarily place his subordinate in charge. He was only gone for a week, but when he returned, he found something terrible. All of his men were dead, killed by knife wounds. The base, which had still been in development, was completely destroyed, though no money or valuables had been removed from the site. Though Byron investigated the matter for days, he couldn’t figure out what could cause destruction on this scale, for seemingly no reason. For the years to come, stories of the “Demon of Lejre” spread through parts of the Marines. Byron was blameless in the incident, but he suddenly found himself hated by his fellow officers, who claimed that he should have been there for his comrades. Resentment grew, and Byron was demoted to the rank of Commander because of the incident.
Dream: To find whatever was responsible for the destruction of his reputation and the death of his men, and get revenge.
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Post by Kyubey on Aug 22, 2012 1:22:19 GMT -5
Name: Queen Claudia Gudrun von Acis Gender: Female Age: 39 Birthday: August 4th Homeland: Galatae Height: Tall Weight: Unknown Build: Muscular for a female Hair: Dark red, waist length, often tied back Skin: Pale Eye Color: Pale Green Blood Type: O- Race: Human Alliance: Galatae, the Acis family. Personality: “Proud” would describe her best. She is always cold and harsh, even when she’s at her most calm. She trusts no one, not even those closest to her, and has a trained sense for strategy. She believes that conflict is a constant part of life, and should be embraced rather than avoided. As such, she can be incredibly violent and warlike, an attitude that has saved her life on numerous occasions. As a ruler, she is far from benevolent, and is ruthlessly strict to both her soldiers and the common folk, and many refer to her as a tyrant, a title that was given to her because of her methods as well as the bloody means she used to claim the throne for herself. However, she does not mind that she is called a tyrant, and has done absolutely nothing to fight against the name. It is said by some that this part of her personality is merely there to hide the sadness that comes from having lost so much in the past, although there is little to support this theory. Weapons: A large and intricately designed blade of forgotten origins, and a large and sturdy shield. Ship (if any): The Gunnthra
Abilities: Claudia is the last known practitioner of the Acis style of swordsmanship, and is famous for her aggressiveness in battle. She’s incredibly strong, and can hold her own against even the toughest fighters. There are rumors that she possesses Haki of some kind.
Appearance: Stern-looking, with a constant scowl on her face and eyes that always seem to be glaring at something. She has the sort of posture that makes her look much taller than she actually is. She typically wears lavish and expensive robes, but wears a heavy and ornate suit of armor during battle, and always wears a long, regal cape.
Dream: To ensure the Acis Kingdom stays in power, and to maintain the pride and dignity of Galatae Name: Sindri Laverna Gender: Male Age: 22 Birthday: February 5th Homeland: Galatae Height: Normal Weight: Light Build: Skinny, with some sturdiness Hair: Thick, black, and often covers his eyes Skin: Light brown Eye Color: Dark Blood Type: A Race: Human Alliance: Galatae, the Laverna clan Personality: Rather aloof and quiet most of the time, and thus doesn’t have many close friends. However, he is rather well liked amongst the people of Galatae, due to his kind temperament. He has a carefree and agreeable disposition, although in reality it only serves to hide his cunning and ambitious nature. As the heir to the Laverna clan, he is unwaveringly loyal to his family and deeply resents the Acis Kingdom, although he hardly ever shows that side of him show to most people. Despite his efforts, he can’t hide that he always seems to have a plan brewing, but what it is, he never tells, not even to his own comrades. Weapons: A handful of throwing knives that he keeps under his coat, and a single-shot flintlock
Abilities: A skilled fighter with his throwing knives, and a fairly decent marksman, but his true talents lie in his craftiness and his connections. He’s remarkably agile as well, and is quick on his feet, making him tough to catch on top of being a formidable opponent.
Devil Fruit: none
Rokushiki Ability: none
Attack Names: none
Appearance: A handsome enough young man, with a relaxed posture and a friendly-looking face. He wears a long brown coat and baggy pants, both of which are equally dirty, leaving some to believe that those are the only clothes he owns. His trademark is his simple fisherman’s hat, which further hides his eyes from the world, even though he’s careful to lift it up during conversations.
Dream: To become king of Galatae Name: Princess Elvia Iduna von Acis Gender: Female Age: 17 Birthday: July 18th Homeland: Galatae Height: Short Weight: It can vary Build: A strange sort of mix between tough and fragile, but is generally rather small. Hair: Short, black, greasy Skin: Pale Eye Color: Pale Green Blood Type: O- Race: Human Alliance: The Acis Family Personality: She has her mother’s temper and aggressiveness, but without the strict, thoughtful side, which Elvia compensates for with excessive amounts of cruelty, that she often demonstrates whenever she gets the chance. Despite her nature, she often attempts to play the role of the graceful, elegant princess, an act that it is generally agreed she fails at completely. Of course, she is all too eager to drop that pretense whenever she gets the chance, and is frightfully violent in those instances. Those that know her well, however, are also aware that she is crafty in her own way, with the same confidence that is required of any great leader. Her mannerisms have earned her a reputation as the “Other Demon of Galatae” amongst the citizens, though only natives would fully understand the meaning of that nickname. Weapons: A fairly large war hammer
Abilities: As she has no talent for politics, she instead focused her development towards learning the art of combat and warfare. With her hammer, she fights in a style similar to that of her mentor, Sir Oskar von Hallstatt, albeit in a more unrefined manner. She makes up for a lack of finesse with her Devil Fruit, which she utilizes well in combat, by making her hammer light enough to swing with great ease, before drastically increasing the weight moments before impact.
Devil Fruit: The Mass-Mass Fruit, a Paramecia type that allows her to change the weight and sturdiness of an object. However, the user cannot affect their own mass, or the mass of any organic life forms, and the user must be touching whatever they are affecting. This can be used not only in the way mentioned above, but also to make the armor of her opponents light and brittle, among several other uses.
Appearance: To the nobility of Galatae, she is homely and dull, while she common townsfolk consider her rather frail-looking. Either way, it is apparent that she doesn’t think much about her appearance. One of her teeth is noticeably missing, due to a childhood incident, and her choice of clothing is often rather conservative, considering her status.
Dream: To serve the Acis Family to the full extent of her ability, and to one day inherit the throne for herself.
Name: Count Alaric Cassia Gender: Male Age: 29 Birthday: September 19th Homeland: Galatae Height: 6”2 Weight: Light Build: Slender Hair: Straight, shoulder length. Skin: Light Eye Color: Light blue Blood Type: B+ Race: Human Alliance: Galatae Personality: Generally more polite than the other members of the nobility, even if it’s only on a superficial level. Underneath his sophisticated attitude is a deep bitterness. He is fond of reading, and, when he is not busy, spends his time taking walks or sitting comfortably by the fireplace. He is never, though, seen socializing or being friendly with anyone else. In fact, it is doubtful as to whether or not he has any close relations at all. Part of this is due to the fact that he has little family, save for his younger sister and his estranged cousin, and part of it is due to the fact that very few people trust him, and he is highly disliked by most everyone on Galatae. Most of it, however, is because he is a naturally unkind man, who is brutally honest and emotionless in most matters, which serves him well in the affairs of the country, but does little to help his reputation. Indeed, the only person who he cares for is his sister, who lives alone on the outskirts of the kingdom and hardly speaks to her older brother. Weapons: A high-quality rapier Ship (if any): none
Abilities: He is a highly competent fencer, who can do quite a bit of damage in battle, although Alaric can most often be found strategizing. His logical way of thinking and his keen eye for details make him a much-needed asset to the soldiers of the Acis family, who often will place pure strength over thoughtfulness in combat.
Devil Fruit: None
Rokushiki Ability: None
Attack Names: None
Appearance: A dull-looking individual, with nothing visually striking about him, save for a rather pointed nose.
Dream: To obtain the best possible future for what remains of his family.
Name: Sir Oskar Hallstatt Gender: Male Age: 31 Birthday: March 8th Homeland: Galatae Height: Fairly tall Weight: 158 lbs Build: Muscular Hair: Dark, neatly trimmed Skin: Light Eye Color: Blue Blood Type: B Race: Human Alliance: Galatae, the Acis Family Personality: No nonsense. He’s loyal to his queen and his country, to the point where its as if the safety of the Acis Kingdom is the only thing he ever thinks about, and given his upbringing, this is actually rather likely. He believes that the queen’s logic and methods are entirely correct, and would go to any means to protect her and her ideals, and would obey any order given without question. Weapons: A hand-axe Ship (if any): none
Abilities: Years of battlefield training and experience. Like all soldiers of the Acis Kingdom, he’s exceptionally strong, even more so for him due to his status as High General.
Devil Fruit: None
Rokushiki Ability: None
Attack Names: None
Appearance: Oskar has an intimidating appearance, complimented by his formal attire. His most striking feature is his distinguished jaw and his eyebrows, which are large, but not outrageously so, just enough to make him look even sterner than he already does.
Dream: To perhaps one day die protecting his country
Name: Gotz van Hallstatt Gender: Male Age: 60 Birthday: November 25th Homeland: Galatae Height: Tall Weight: Heavy Build: Very muscular Hair: Long, white Skin: Light Eye Color: Blue Blood Type: A- Race: Human Alliance: The Acis Family, Galatae Personality: Like his son, Gotz was brought up believing that defending Galatae was the greatest thing a man could be brought up to do. Being more experienced than the younger soldiers, he remembers a great deal of the violence that spread throughout the recent history of the nation, and is hardened from the constant battles for survival. To his men, he is gruff and old-fashioned, but nevertheless is an excellent commander. Weapons: A lance, which is nearly twice as long as he is and capable of piercing nearly any surface. Ship (if any): None
Abilities: Hallstatt is leader of the Bergritter, a unit of powerful lancers. In spite of his age he is still exceptional in combat, and is more than capable of besting several men at once. As a unit, the Bergritter are near unstoppable when charging, with an unmatched offense.
Devil Fruit: none
Rokushiki Ability: None
Attack Names: None
Appearance: Given his size and grizzled look, Hallstatt’s very appearance seems to demand respect. He resembles his son greatly, having the same chin and brow, though Gotz has a more wild look about him. On the battlefield, he can sometimes resemble a monster of some kind, adding to the fearsomeness of the Bergritter.
Name: Antal Laverna Gender: Male Age: 18 Birthday: May 7th Homeland: Galatae Height: 5”0 Weight: Lighter than the average male his age. Build: Lean but muscular. Hair: Black, long enough to reach his back Skin: Light brown Eye Color: Dark green Blood Type: A Race: Human Alliance: The Laverna Clan, Galatae Personality: Kindhearted, brave, and a faithful companion, but lacks motivation, which is why he doesn’t accomplish much on his own, despite his many talents. He’s not the sort to actively seek out confrontation, and only gets involved in serious matters if his family is threatened in some way. Antal is fond of mead and laughter, and will go out drinking with just about anyone, no matter who they are. Weapons: Whatever he happens to have on hand Ship (if any): none
Abilities: Antal has a natural gift for fighting, and uses a decidedly random and mostly improvised style of combat, which he invented during his early days on the street and developed by joining the armed forces, sacrificing his pride to hone his skills. On top of naturally having abilities in battle that most men never achieve after several years of training, Antal also has a talent that is truly unique in Galatae: knowing when to retreat. Aside from fighting, he is also a musician, which earned him some favor amongst his fellow soldiers.
Devil Fruit: None
Rokushiki Ability: None
Attack Names: None
Appearance: He is a small, energetic looking man, often seen with a lopsided grin and a sort of hop to his step. He usually wears rags, except when it is necessary for him to put on armor, and even then his disheveled look makes him stand out among the other soldiers.
Dream: To one day see the Laverna family rise to power again. The proud people of Galatae have a long history, most of which is consumed by fruitless fighting between countless clans and families, each for their own reasons, wanting to gain and maintain power on the tiny part of the island that is habitable. Out of all the noble families that still stand, the Laverna clan is indisputably the oldest, having lived on that land for thousands of years, and supposedly being the only clan still living that was able to survive in the dense forests and high peaks that even the strongest of men don’t dare venture. Undoubtedly, this is how they were able to survive so long. Back in the old days, they ruled the island, in what is said to be a more peaceful time, but that was ages ago. Roughly 800 years ago is when other clans started coming, aiming to conquer the land for themselves. Galatae, despite being avoided by most sailors, lies on a point in the Grand Line that some would find advantageous, hence why it was desired by so many. There have been too many groups that came to Galatae in the hopes of ruling it to be remembered, and, because such imposing and deadly lands are feared by those unworthy to claim it, all of them have been powerful. The Laverna clan was swiftly defeated, though several times they would fight against the conquerors, each time surviving only by luck. With the Laverna clan no longer a threat to the invaders, the various groups that came there instead turned on each other, each of them hoping to be the ones to call the land theirs. The wars raged so terribly, the reasons for fighting were inevitably forgotten, as the only thing that remained was the desire to fight until the land was claimed. Kingdoms rose, were crushed, and the survivors of the defeated fled, were enslaved by the new rule, were absorbed into the armies of the victors, or were executed. Galatae became so enveloped in warfare that over time it closed itself off to the world, seldom involving itself in the affairs of the outside. To this day, only four out of the countless clans have kept their names and their pride, each one of them living no differently than how they were when their ships first landed generations ago. There was the Laverna clan, who despite being small in number kept their traditions strong, the Acis family, who, according to legend, were originally descended from an ancient pirate armada, the Cassia family, who supposedly have ancestors from Mariejois, and the Hallstatt family, who came from a renowned race of warriors. All other families fell, and their descendants, having lost what power and status they might have had, settled for living under whatever clan happened to be in power, their heritage slowly being forgotten over time. The Hallstatts were the first of the families still standing to be defeated, having been crushed by the superior strategies and weaponry of the Cassia clan hundreds of years ago. Not wanting to fade into obscurity, the last man to inherit the title of Lord of the Hallstatt family swore loyalty to Acis, in hopes of surviving alongside their former enemies. Ever since, the Hallstatts have served the Acis tribe, often earning high titles in their army. Still, even with the help of the powerful Hallstatt line, the Acis clan felt its influence slipping, their numbers dwindling in the face of the Cassia family and the other clans, until they were all but defeated.
Claudia Gudrun von Acis was born poor, living under the reign of the Cassia family. Her mother was a slave to a noble that was in the Cassia’s favor, and her father, brothers, uncles, and the remaining Hallstatts were the only ones left to fight. Still, Claudia, and what was left of her family, didn’t give in. They bravely fought the Cassias, like they had always done, even as they were killed left and right. As soon as Claudia was old enough, she began rallying the people of the island against the kingdom ruled by the Cassias. It was during this period that she met the man that would later become her husband. For several years, the resistance plotted, gathering power, forming ties, and sabotaging the Cassia family whenever they could. After many years and a few key victories, and, due to some unwitting help from the Laverna clan, the Acis family was once again strong enough to face Cassia and their army. A bloody struggle erupted, and what would become one of the most brutal events of the lives of those who participated in it erupted. Several lives were lost, but at the end of it, the Acis family emerged victorious. However, due to the many casualties, Claudia found herself the only living heir to the throne her family had won. Not even that would have been achieved, if it wasn’t for Alaric Cassia, a minor figure in the Cassia line, who, having sensed that his family couldn’t stay in power for much longer, betrayed his people in exchange for a title and the ensured safety of his beloved little sister.
Claudia Gudrun von Acis was named queen of Galatae, and the Acis Kingdom once again came into power, but her husband had been killed in the decisive struggle, leaving behind their two children. That was fifteen years ago. Since then, she’s maintained the throne, having been careful to make sure that there was no way the crown could be taken once again. She took command of her people with an unyielding grip, having sworn to never make the same mistakes as the Cassias she had slain, or any of the previous owners of her crown, for that matter. Keeping a close eye on her kingdom, she would give anything to maintain her position, so that one day her children might inherit it. But, of course, the curse that seemed to linger over those cold, treacherous lands was far from over.
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Post by Shark a' Pult on Aug 23, 2012 16:27:35 GMT -5
Name: Leoric Sylex Gender: Male Age: 21 Birthday: November 17th Homeland: Ibaia Height: Subject to change Weight: Indeterminate Build: Subject to change Hair: Brown Ethnicity: Indeterminate (formerly caucasian) Eye Color: Subject to change Race: Human Alliance: None Personality: Dangerously unpredictable, it is hard to tell how much of Leoric is left and how much has been replaced. Now all he is interested in is perfecting his past works, and learning whatever he can about the Broken King. If distracted from this he can become angry or even violent, and will do all in his power to remove any distractions. There are times when his old self can rise to the surface, however these times are getting rarer and rarer as time passes. Weapons: His own body Ship: None Abilities: Leoric has a deep understanding of machinery and mechanisms, having been apart of the technological change of Ibaia. Since the civil war however, he has become solely focused on metals and compounds, and this obsession has largely replaced his old expertise. Regardless, it is with this knowledge that he maintains and commands the Ibaian forces, although of note he does not personally lead them. As well because of his disease he is potentially a dangerous fighter himself, however his strength and fighting prowess have never really been tested or measured. Devil Fruit: None Appearance: Physically Leoric is of average build for a young man of his age, if a bit on the lean side. He carries the blight from the breaking of the King however, which slowly causes his body to turn to metal, often outwardly appearing as gleaming fish or reptile scales in place of skin. This disease is most pronounced with his arms and head however. Below the elbow there is practically nothing left of his arms, instead replaced with an elongated sporadic mass of tangled scrap metal resembling hands. The same with his head, from which twisting bands of metal extend upwards to form a rudimentary crown, through which a few strands of brown hair hang. Downwards from the crown as well, metal has grown to cover parts of his face, to the extent of fully encompassing his eyes. Clothing-wise Leoric sports business wear back from his old profession; black formal pants, a white buttoned dress shirt and a red tie. Because of his disease however, his clothes have rips and tears all over from the metal on his body. To hide this and the extent of the disease, he wears a royal red mantle over his conventional clothes. Background: Leoric was born on the island of Ibaia, distinguished for its metal craft and industry. While not technologically advanced, Ibaia was famous for its achievements in metallurgy and as a nation was known for its forges and foundries. As the son of an eminent blacksmith family, Leoric's practiced understanding made him a part of the new changes affecting the country; construction. More than just different types of metal and how to make them, people experimented on what could be done with it. Of particular importance was machinery, which Leoric had a great deal of knowledge and experience about. In this way he ended up becoming one of the main proponents for the new advance in the nation and wound up working directly with the King. Five years ago when the civil war was begun however the country was thrust into a state of chaos as much of Ibaia sought to follow the new ways while the royalty and those in support of them would not abandon tradition. Working as he always had, Leoric contributed to the royalist forces against the separatists. After so much turmoil however Leoric found himself as one of the last remaining, and perhaps only supporter of the royalist forces, and eventually decided himself that enough was enough. While the royal palace was under assault, the King prepared for the completion of a singular algorithm which would settle the disputes of the country once and for all. Seeing firsthand the madness of the King, Leoric struck the ruler down and ended the war. This came at a cost however, as he became afflicted by the very blight which plagued the King and was the very cause of his insanity. Because of his royal position and service to the country, Leoric was made the new ruler despite his early age at the time. Ever since, he has led Ibaia as it has advanced since the civil war, but as time has passed however, the affliction has progressed and more and more Leoric has become removed to delve into the forbidden traditions which started the civil war in the first place. Dream: To complete the algorithm of the Broken King.
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Name: Sable Soto Gender: Female Age: 26 Birthday: March 23rd Homeland: Ibaia Height: 5 foot even, about Weight: 90-ish Build: Sickly thin, diminutive Hair: Black Ethnicity: Hispanic Eye Color: Bown Race: Human Alliance: Ibaia, Captain of the Royal Guard Personality: For the past five years, Sable has been plagued with regret and doubt. Due largely in part to her involvement in the civil war, this stems from a deep inner conflict. While she does not believe in or support the course Ibaia has taken, she is bound by obligation and duty to protect and serve it. Although she does worry about the progression and the state of things, to consider that her good intentions were twisted and that her past actions led to the way things are, is unfathomable for her. All in all, as things have gotten more complicated with time she does not want to recognize the possibility that she is serving the wrong cause, and apart from her duty now there is little else she is concerned with other than her nephew; after the deaths of the rest of her family, her sister's son is the only relation she has left in the world. Weapons: An Aegis M5, her suit of Ibaian power armor. After so much time spent using it, it is like an extension of her own body now, and much of her free time is spent training and improving it. Ship: None Abilities: Apart from a degree of haki and a keen mind, Sable possesses no unique abilities. Unfortunately she suffers from fully expressed hemophilia, and as such her blood will not clot so even something as simple as a scratch can be a very serious matter for her. This explains the near permanent need for armor. Devil Fruit: None Appearance: Sable almost exclusively wears and operates a set of Ibaian powered armor at all times. These mechanized battle suits were not designed with any person or gender in mind, and were intended to give the pilot the appearance of a mere robot. No characteristics of the wearer can be determined, so the suits merely appear as vaguely humanoid in stature and build, and they can be used by virtually anybody. In appearance, a full suit measures about the height of a very tall basketball player with a bodybuilders stature to match, although of note that the arms are quite long and simian-like as to reach downwards to about the knees. In operation, the suit is designed to assist the user in all ways, such as strength and movement. Sable's suit in particular bears the red and black heraldry of the royal guard, along with a nobori of Ibaia. As well, though the suits were designed to completely cover the entire body, sable has removed the helmeted portion so that her head is exposed. While this means her head is of course unprotected, she prefers the benefit it offers, of being able to converse and give orders. On the extremely rare occasion that Sable is not wearing her armor, she tends towards simple casual clothes. Being that she never leaves her own residence without her armor, there is not a need for her to own formal clothes. Background: Because of her disorder, Sable has spent almost her entire life indoors and prevented from any sort of activity which may result in injury or harm. It was not until the renaissance of sorts which took the country, that she was afforded some reprieve. Because of her disorder she became a test subject in case studies, specifically in the department of protection and armor. More than anything else these tests were overseen by the old King personally though for what reason it remains unknown, however it became the most apparent once the civil war started. It was in the waning hours of the conflict that Sable was approached by Leoric Sylex, the prominent inventor offering her an advanced suit of powered armor. Because of her experience with the testing she was the best available pilot, and it was Leoric's intent that she guard the palace and hold off the besieging forces while he dealt with the King. Since that time, Sable was placed in command of the royal guard, and charged with heading Ibaia's armed forces under direct command of the new King. Dream: To raise her nephew in a safe and fostering environment.
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Post by Kyubey on Sept 9, 2012 17:54:10 GMT -5
Name: Camellia Charina Gender: Female Age: 13 Birthday: May 13th Homeland: South Blue Height: No bigger than a (four foot tall) teacup Weight: Inconsistent Build: Frail and petite, when not tea. Hair: Longish, brown Skin: Pale Eye Color: Sea green Blood Type: Tea Race: Human Alliance: Herself Personality: Fun and bubbly, as one would expect from a thirteen year old, but with a tint of playful malice to her as well. She loves adventure, and doesn’t take well to criticism or people overlooking her. In fact, any perceived slights against her are enough to make her angry, at which point she will turn either violent or very bitter. While Camellia can be awfully clever, especially considering her age, she still has much to learn about the world. Weapons: Her faithful butler. Ship (if any): Her teacup.
Abilities: Though she’s very sickly, and as such can’t use her legs normally, she utilizes her Devil Fruit powers to make up for her lack of physical ability. In situations where using her DF is impossible, she uses her charismatic personality and the wits of her butler to make it through most situations. In combat, she compensates for her mobility problems with her butler, who does most of the moving around for her. Basically, as long as no Haki attacks are used or her teacup isn’t broken, she’s perfectly safe in all kinds of tricky situations.
Devil Fruit: Tea-Tea Fruit: A logia type that allows the user to turn into Earl Grey tea. With the power, she not only has the basic abilities of most logia types, but she can also create steam and control the heat of the tea.
Rokushiki Ability: None
Attack Names: Tea Tea Amazingness: Her most simple attack, she fires a small burst of extremely hot tea from her mouth, with roughly the force of a bullet. Tea Tea Wonderment: In her tea form, Camellia envelops her opponent, then raises the heat to scalding degrees. If the attack is prolonged, it can cause permanent damage, or even death. Tea Tea Hyperbole: In tea form, she propels herself at high speeds at the enemy, effectively turning herself into a missile that can change direction at will. By far her strongest attack, although the downside is it can be rather difficult for her to return to her teacup after the attack is over. Tea Tea Excitement: Using her arms, she creates two long streams of hot tea, then swings them about like giant liquid whips, that can cause a great amount of pain if they connect. Tea Tea Merriment: A close range attack, in which she shoots a high-pressure steam attack. More powerful than the Amazingness attack, but not as much range. Tea Tea Happiness Cloud: Camellia releases a large amount of steam that can be used to escape or cover her movements.
Appearance: As a human, she looks no different than any other girl her age, aside from her almost eerily thing build and her particularly impish expressions. Most of the time, however, she just looks like tea. She lives in a teacup, that’s just large enough to contain her whole body when it’s in tea form. The cup has an elegant floral pattern, and looks very delicate, though it’s actually much sturdier than appearances may suggest. In the rare moments where her normal body is fully visible, she can be seen wearing a dress with the same floral pattern as her cup.
Dream: To find her parents.
Name: Edwell Finnegan Gender: Male Age: 47 Birthday: June 6th Homeland: North Blue Height: 6”2 Weight: Lighter than an average man of his height. Build: Thin Hair: Faint brown, balding Skin: Light Eye Color: Blue Blood Type: AB Race: Human Alliance: Camellia Charina Personality: Formal and orderly at all times. He is excessively polite, even to his enemies. It is thought that this is partially due to his upbringing and training, and partially to make up for Ms. Charina’s behavior. He is absolutely devoted to the Little Miss, and will do whatever it takes to ensure her continued safety and happiness. Weapons: Ms. Charina Ship (if any): A small little boat, just big enough for Ms. Charina and himself to be comfortable.
Abilities: Physical abilities that naturally come as a result of strict Cipher Pol training, formidable booksmarts, a comprehensive inside knowledge on world affairs, and a certain charm that comes from being oh-so-polite.
Devil Fruit: None
Rokushiki Ability: Soru, Kami-e, and Rankyaku.
Attack Names: No thank you, sir, that’s a bit much for me.
Appearance: He always wears a dignified suit, which he is careful to keep clean. A pair of thick-rimmed glasses sits on a very respectable-looking nose. His most notable feature, however, is the stiffest upper lip you’ll find for miles around.
Dream: to protect Ms. Charina as long as possible.
Background: Edwell Finnegan was a member of CP8, and a respectable one, too. With his intelligence and skills, he captured many a criminal in the name of the World Government, and prevented many tragedies. Whatever task he was given, he did it completely, with nary a question. For twenty years, that was how he operated, and he was well rewarded for his services to the government. He was so distinguished for his work that his superiors decided to send him on a very important mission. He was tasked with going to the South Blue to investigate rumors a criminal ring that operated in the area. After looking around the place, he found that the wealthy and powerful Charina family, despite seeming to be an obvious target for piracy at the center of the criminal ring, had never been attacked even once. After a period of enquiry, he discovered that this family was more than likely the leader of the criminal ring, which would be why the crimes had never been stopped until that point. Finnegan had found who he was looking for, but he needed further proof. In order to capture the Charina family, he went undercover, and applied for a job as a butler in the Charina household. The family didn’t expect a thing, and he was hired. For two years, he pretended to serve under the Charina family, pretending not to know about the family’s secret. He found that the Charinas did an awfully good job at hiding their true natures, and were actually rather kind to their staff. Also, he discovered that Mr. and Mrs. Charina had a daughter, a sick young girl named Camellia. Camellia was born ill, and as a result couldn’t move her body well. Even when she was healthy, doing anything further than walking was a challenge for her. It was even worse for her after she had eaten the Tea Tea Fruit, as her body wasn’t strong enough to master her powers, and she spent a good deal of her life in a half-tea, half-normal state, with no way of controlling herself. Still, she somehow managed to stay cheerful, and was as pleasant as almost any girl one might meet. Finnegan was given the job of caring for the little miss, and helped her through almost everything. Over time, the two grew fond of each other, both of them being the only real friends they had ever known. Though Finnegan hadn’t forgotten his mission, he truly did care for Camellia, and saw his job of taking care of her just as important as his job of bringing down the Charinas. After gaining her trust, Finnegan secretly used his experience as a Cipher Pol agent to help Camellia through some of her physical problems, teaching her how to her control her powers a little bit, and building up her strength. She didn’t heal completely, and some things, such as walking, were still too difficult for her, but thanks to Finnegan, she was no longer helpless. She was able to move once again, and he had found something to actually care about.
Sadly, he knew that this would eventually come to an end. He had never stopped investigating the Charina family and the criminal ring that surrounded them, and now the evidence against them was too much to ignore. Though he knew it would crush Camellia, he had to carry out his duty, he couldn’t even imagine doing otherwise. With tears in his eyes, he called his superiors and informed them that he had found the people he was looking for. Immediately afterwards, Commander Byron was sent to the South Blue to personally deal with the threat. Sure enough, he arrived, with several cannons and trained men with him. Finnegan knew about Bryon, and the commander’s methods. Nobody would send a man like him to such a place, unless the Government didn’t intend on leaving any survivors. Though Finnegan was now more loyal to Ms. Charina than he ever was to Cipher Pol, he couldn’t save her family. But he could save a singular little girl. Mr. Charina, perhaps as some sort of joke, had previously ordered a large teacup to be built, for occasions when it was necessary for Camellia to be moved around. In a desperate attempt to get away before it was too late, Finnegan placed her into the cup and, telling her that they would be going on a brief trip to the park ran away, knowing it meant that he would never serve the government again. As Byron attacked the Charina estate, massacring the family as well as its associates, Finnegan escaped with Camellia, fleeing from the government. She was safe, but her loved ones were gone.
Finnegan had planned on telling Camellia the truth, but, once they were safe, he couldn’t bring himself to break her spirit like that. No matter what, he couldn’t bear to see the child alone. Still, he had to explain to her why she couldn’t return home.
“Some men tried to take your parents away,” he explained to her, “but they escaped, far far away from here. I don’t know where they are now, but they told me to take care of you as long as they’re gone.”
“Then we have to go find them!” was all that she said.
And Finnegan, butler of the Charina family, couldn’t disobey an order. So, for the following five years, they traveled the seas, experiencing many adventures on the foolish journey to find her parents. And, for that time, Finnegan never once let the truth slip out.
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Post by newb23 on Sept 25, 2012 22:12:47 GMT -5
Name: Markus Westford Gender: Male Age: 27 Birthday: July 1st Homeland: Roofy Island Height: 6’10 Weight: 235 lbx Build: Muscular Hair: Brown Skin: Tan Eye Color: Brown Blood Type: B+ Race: Human Alliance: Pirate Personality: Markus can be described best in three ways; rude, abrasive, and lazy. He doesn’t care what others think about him and he makes it well known. Even when helping others Markus will insult them, even those that are paying him. Not liking to do much work Markus tends to avoid it instead trying to manipulate others to do it for him. His large tendency to hit on and demean women at the same time makes him very unpopular with the ladies and tends to get him slapped more than often.
Markus is also extremely reckless and unruly when actually doing anything. As such, things are usually broken and people that don’t need roughing up are “just because.” His love for fighting can also be enough to get him to do something as long as there is something or someone to beat.
He is also a man that can hold his liquor and will usually challenge those he sees as “weak in the liver” as he would put it to a drinking contest to prove he is superior. His large tendency to cruse profusely and large build makes children less then comfortable around him. While he doesn’t care for most or any people really Markus can at times make friends with those that are willing to put up with his attitude and if he deems them worthy of his company. If he does have friends or “puppets to do my biddin because I can’t be bothered with it” Markus will usually come to their aide when needed though will still insult and berate them stating the only reason he did come to the rescue was because “I didn’t want to lose my free labor worker.” Weapons: N/A
Ship (if any): None
Abilities: Gambler - Due to training and his natural luck West is an incredibly good gambler though this trait sometimes gets him banned from gambling establishments.
Hand to Hand Combat - Is a master in an improvised style of hand to hand combat that was taught to him by his grandfather. While this fighting style had no name originally Markus has begun calling it Rugido del Viejo Tigre (Roar of The Old Tiger) as a tribute to his grandfather.
Devil Fruit: Vector Vector Fruit
This type of fruit allows the user to change the vector values of anything he touches potentially increasing the force or bringing it to a standstill. By manipulating the velocity the things he touches, he can increase their powers or defend against them. When using this fruit to accelerate or decelerate quickly such as making a pebble fly at the speed of a bullet or stopping a giant rolling boulder, the user would require concentrating on performing the feat. This would leave the user in a state of defenselessness as they would be unable to protect themselves whilst focusing on using the fruit. This weakness is overcome when the user becomes stronger and the control over the fruit becomes greater. If the user encompasses an object with his fruit‘s power, it would enable him to control it in a similar manner to telekinesis; this is done by changing the vectors of the object at certain points which creates a force/movement in the opposite direction. The greater in size of the object, the more energy is required to move the object in this manner.
By using this type of technique to envelop the user in an armor, shield or wall, it can defend against projectile attacks and secondary effects such as shrapnel from explosions. This is similar to reducing the speed of the objects to nil to prevent or reduce the force of impact thus requiring a significant amount of mental concentration to perform. Vector vector fruit can affect engery blasts and attacks by diverting their direction, but to control them, he would be required to perform it in the same manner of telekinetically manipulating objects. Immaterial attacks such as mental or spirit attacks are unaffected by this magic as the user is required to touch it with his hands. Living beings such as the character or other people are unaffected by this fruit.
Rokushiki Ability: None
Attack Names: None
Appearance: Markus is a large imposing man standing at 6'10" and weighing 235 lbs all of which is purely well defined muscle. His face is squared and chiseled like the rest of his body. Markus has a very sharp nose and even sharper blue eyes. His ears are pointed and curve back. Light messy blue hair sits on top of his head and he wears his hair like a mane as it runs past his shoulders and ends on his upper back. It is unkempt and wild.
Markus has thick well defined arms where his biceps are as big as his head. He hands are huge as well as he is able to grab a person's head with one. Because of his tall and heavy frame, Markus stands hunched with his head leaning forwards. His chest and legs are proportionate for someone of his size with a well defined chest sporting an eight pack and two very well defined pecs.
As Markus hunches forwards, at his hips, they slightly rotate fowards meaning that his spine curves backwards at his lower back. This curves his abdominal region giving more definition to his abs. He has well developed thighs and calves to support his body weight as well as his well defined and built arms.
Markus is a large imposing man standing at 6'10" and Markus is typically seen in a black skin tight sleeveless shirt that shows off his impressive muscular build that has three light blue lines running along it. Two run along the side of his abs and end just under his pecs. The third line travels along the middle of the shirt and ends right between his two pectoral muscles. His pants are slightly more loose fighting than the shirt and are a gray color with two light blue lines running along the side of each leg. Holding up the pants is an odd looking belt that seem to have two holster on the sides and one in the middle. The pants flow over a pair of large combat boots that have the same blue lines on the front of them.
On his hands Markus is seen wearing a pair of black gloves with a gray cuff at the end that run up to his elbows. The knuckles of the gloves appear to have some kind of padding on them. Running from each of these pads is the same light blue lines that end at the wrist except the one from the thumb which runs up the entire length of the glove. Around his neck Markus is seen wearing two scarves, one a dark blue and the other a lighter blue. Both are normally kept behind his back.
Background: Markus was the only child his parents had. At a young age Markus's parents left him in the care of his grandfather due to their inability to control the boys wild streak. Markus was indifferent and aloft towards his grandfather for the first few years, wishing only to be left alone to do as he pleased. Due to his wild and aggressive nature towards others Markus grew up without any other children wishing to be his friend. His only source of social interaction was his grandfather, whom Markus began to warm up to. As the years went on Markus finally realized that his grandfather did truly care for him and as such started to relax more though he was still unruly and abrasive towards others. Soon his grandfather started to treat Markus as his own son even training him in a custom style of fighting that the old man had developed.
As time went on Markus spent most of his time chatting with his grandfather, lazing about, refining his fighting abilities, and brawling others for fun or profit. Though his grandfather wasn't always happy to see Markus fighting he was just glad to see the boy smile from time to time. Around the time of Markus's 13th birthday his grandfather decided to show him his biggest secret, a fruit he had kept hidden in the cellar. Explaining to Markus that fruits, such as the one he had, granted people a large array of special abilities his grandfather allowed Markus to partake in the fruit. Soon Markus discovered his power while playing with some of the other children and accidentally causing a tree branch to crash into a nearby building. After this incident his grandfather told him that he must be careful and not to rely to much on the power of the fruit.
Several years passed and Markus had become accustomed to his new found power. Markus always kept his word to his grandfather though and never let the power go to his head relying more on his own body to fight at most times. By the time Markus was 17 his grandfather had fallen ill and his body was growing weak. For most of the time while his grandfather was sick Markus did not leave his bedside unless to get food and medicine. Seeing his condition worsen despite the medicine Markus vowed to find a way to fix him.
After speaking with several medical professionals, and wrecking several medical facilities, Markus was told that it was hopeless. Going back to his grandfather disappointed Markus apologized to his grandfather about not being able to help. His grandfather told him it was not his fault that he was dying as that was how things worked but thanked him for trying. A few days later his grandfather passed and Markus started living in the house alone, training his fighting style and his fruits abilities.
Two more years passed and Markus decided to leave the town he grew up in wanting to see more sights and hear more sounds and also punch in a couple different faces then he had already.
Dream: Punch a lot of people.
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Post by Kuro on Sept 30, 2012 0:26:30 GMT -5
Name: Vezenor Gender: Male Age: 64 Birthday: 12/14/XXXX Homeland: Hameland Isle Height: 6'3 Weight:Build: He is much more muscular than lean, but it would be inaccurate to call him a hulk. His age can be seen in his wrinkles and deep frown lines on his head. Hair: He has short, cropped gray hair on the tip of his head, which seems as if it was once black. His gray mustache looks like a large upside-down V on his lip and he has no beard to speak of. The sides of the V hang downwards and do not stick out to the sides like an ordinary V. Skin: His skin is tan and is covered in wrinkles and marks tat one would think would better fit an older man. It has its fair share of scars and his face, as said before, has deep crease lines. Eye Color: Brown. Blood Type:Race: Human Alliance: Arkady Industries. He is the Executive Vice President of the Division of Interest Protection; a.k.a the empire's military commander, who is only second to the C.E.O in terms of military rank and control. Personality: Vezenor is a serious and brooding man who dedicates his life and thoughts to Arkady Industries and its military. He is revered by his soldiers as a wise and realistic military tactician, but also feared as a man unbound by morality and even worse, business practices. To the higher-classmen of Arkady society, to really not care about business and still be able to keep one of the highest positions is inconceivable. He can be gruff more often than not and will not hesitate to tell someone if he or she is doing something wrong. He can usually be found pondering on something almost all of the time, and those around him have learned not to interrupt such thoughts. Unbeknownst to most people, the military is not all that he thinks about; he very much enjoys a good book/discussion on philosophies and is a big reader in general, possessing many large, complex books that he has read and re-read over and over again. Weapons: A spear with a steel blade on each end. A long, flowing, gold ribbon is tied to one end. He has an ordinary steel rapier and repeating rifle that usually hang from his belt. His speak can be strapped to his back. He has the Flip-Flip fruit. Ship (if any): The Obelisk, the flagship of the Arkady military. Abilities: Vezenor has participated in wars before Arkady Industries was created. In his old age and devoting most of his life to war, Vezenor has much experience and is a brilliant, if not ruthless and callous tactician. He is good at managing the military in general and whenever he directly commands a unit, he has the power to command them with ease. His very presence demands recognition from all those present. He is an excellent fighter with both the rapier and double-bladed spear. He is a better-than-average shot. He has no Rokushiki, but he is still faster than the average eye can see and is much stronger than the average soldier. His aged body does not seem to realize that it is supposed to past its prime. He also has the Flip-Flip fruit. Devil Fruit: The Flip-Flip fruit is a Paramecia fruit that allows one to have an object go the opposite direction at the same speed it was going. An example would be if a bullet was fired at the user, the user could have the bullet suddenly go backwards at the same speed that it was lethally approaching him. One can activate this power by simply seeing the object and willing it to change its direction; no physical contact is necessary. This ability can be used at any time and on anything, whether it be a person or a living being. Appearance: Vezenor wears a helmet/mask that envelops the whole of his head except for his moustache. The mask is reminiscent of a twisted object and looks as if large, white worms are enveloping his head save for his moustache and eyes. He wears a white military cap with the black Arkady symbol on it. He wears a white oufit with gold epaulets and a large, gray collar that almost completely covers his neck and takes up much of his jacket. He wears black gloves that go up to his elbows and then beyond with as if there were claws coming out near his elbows. He wears white pants that have golden chains coming from the pockets linked to his belt that carries his rapier and rifle. He wears black boots that cover his pants up to his knees. To top it all off, he has a white cape with the black Arkady symbol on it. Background: It was silent. Unlike every use of the word before that day, there was no exaggeration here. There was no sound whatsoever, no audible indication of life. No crickets, no wind, no tapping of boots or blaring of horns. No clashing of swords. No screaming, no yells for glory and tears for life. No gunshots. Everything that had once dominated the air, the noises that had been so loud and the only things that once could hear, everything that had been happening minutes ago - It was all gone. The sun was an empty circle set against a blood-red sky. Nothing moved. His own chest was still, his breathing was non-existent because he felt as if he couldn't ruin this moment. He couldn't take this silence away from him. It had to be remembered, even if he had relived it over and over before. No, this time, it would be remembered. "Is this the world that you want?" He looked up. The silence was broken by words that rang throughout the wasteland. He knew the voice came from behind him, but...He didn't know if he even cared for turning around. He was nothing but a puppet that had no use; he felt as if his strings had been released, his form sitting limp and hunched over. He didn't care for anything right now... But that would change, wouldn't it? "Is it the world that you want?" His dry lips parted, an reluctant, hesitant answer forming from his chest, his heart. "Do you want the world to be like this?" He...he answered....... Dream: To realize that grand idea made all those years ago.
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Post by CJ on Nov 1, 2012 13:47:33 GMT -5
Name: Matthias de Regala (Formerly Matthew "Matt" Schumacher) Gender: Male Age: 10 Birthday: October 16th Homeland: Regala Height: 4'2" Weight: 70 lbs Build: Muscular. Lolololololol no. Brooding. Hair: Mousy brown. Skin: Pale, otherwise red patched and scarred. Eye Color: Stormy gray (Previously brown) Blood Type: O+ Race: Human Alliance: Witch's Coven Personality: It is hard to determine what Matthias's true personality. Sometimes he can seem cold and uncaring. Other times he is kind and friendly. It seems he puts on a mask for people he doesn't favor. Weapons: None. Ship (if any): What is left of the Regalan fleet.
Abilities: A deadly new form of Haki only previously seen before by few. It is a highly misunderstood power, awakened by tragedy and something unknown.
Appearance: The young king was an average looking boy before the unfortunate disaster that befell his country. Now he is a rather pitiful sight with marks on his face, hands and arms of red blotches and white scars. He is often seeing where blue and purple dress suits and ceremonial garments. He insists on wearing dress suits in order to avoid looking like a doll or puppet. He has stormy gray eyes that seem either unsure or regretful. He can rarely be seen smiling.
Background: Matthew Schumacher was born to a renown Regalan professor and his housewife. For as long as he could remember, he had an extreme passion for reading and writing. He would tell his parents stories before bedtime, often made up on the spot. As he grew older, his father allowed him to stay in Regala's University during weekends and summer holidays. He would read scholarly articles and classic texts all day, trying to absorb as much knowledge as he could. He loved to be called his father's son and took great pride in his studies, having only one person he could call af riend. He did not mind though. After all, his one friend was only interested in stars and constellations which was nothing he was concerned about. He enjoyed his life to the fullest and saw everyday as a new opportunity to learn.
Then disaster struck.
Matthew was found in complete shock, lying under the corpses of his parents in the ruins of the University. All of his father's and others' works were burned or destroyed. His house was completely devastated. The only things that remained of his family were a photo of him and his mother and a portrait of his father in a University information book.
He spent days wandering the streets with the two photos clutched in a tattered folder. He did not speak or show any visible emotion. As one of many orphans who took residence in various homes, he was reported to have night terrors, screaming out that he was going to explode.
One day, Matt was discovered by one of the only surviving members of Regala's parliament. He was informed that his life was a partial lie. His mother was a concubine who served under the previous king, King Theodore Matthias de Regala. When his mother became pregnant, she was ordered to deliver the child in secret, in case he were to try to ascend to power and compete with the true heirs. Before the disaster, he was 17th in line to the throne. Now he was only person who could ever be considered.
His name was changed to Matthias, to reflect his biological father's name. The new parliament used him as a symbol of hope for the people. With extensive make up and a new wardrobe, he certainly looked the part. He was instructed to study while he was young so he could be a great King when he reached adulthood and leave restoring the country to more capable individuals.
After a long time, he began to speak again. One of the first thing he asked was where his parents were buried. An ignored servant told him they was buried alongside the other royals, not realizing what he had meant. She was later found with her head cracked open after a tumble down a flight of stairs. Horrible accidents continued to happen to servants and officials who served Matthias. Rumors started that the reconstructed palace was haunted and cursed. Few associated themselves with the new king, leaving him to himself for incredibly long segments of time.
In this moments alone, he began to cultivate dangerous thoughts about his purpose and the truth of the world around him. In one of these many instances, a shadowed creature visited him and gave him a whole new sense of being.
Dream: To study literature and become a professor. (Abandoned)
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Post by CJ on Nov 24, 2012 1:41:54 GMT -5
Name: Philomena "Phil" Zuberi Gender: Female Age: 32 Birthday: October 13 Homeland: Alabasta Height: 5'10 (seems smaller as she is usually seated, wheelchair bound) Weight: Light Build: Slim, weak Hair: Stark black Skin: Pale, freckled Eye Color: Dull brown Blood Type: A- Race: Human Alliance: The New Berry Pirates, Captain Personality: Philomena has a strange charm to her words. She does her best to ignore her physical situation in all her encounters. Weapons: - None -
Devil Fruit: - None -
Rokushiki Ability: - None -
Appearance: Philomena's black hair falls down in waves to her waist. She is usually adorned with a noble, black uniform. She always seems like she is in pain, though she carries herself proudly. She is prone to wearing expensive, silver jewelry. Her wheelchair is dark black with the exception of the rainbow colored spokes of her wheels.
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Name: Valentine "Val" Zuberi Gender: Male Age: 30 Birthday: February 14 Homeland: - Unknown - Height: 6'0 Weight: Build: Muscular Hair: Royal purple Skin: Pale, freckled Eye Color: Dull brown Blood Type: A- Race: Human Alliance: The New Berry Pirates Personality: Valentine is prone to embarrassment. He usually keeps to himself and allows his sister and brother to do the talking for him. He has been known to put on "acts" to allow his crew to accomplish certain deeds. Weapons: - None -
Devil Fruit: Mushi Mushi no Mi, Model: Queen Honey Bee
Allows the user to transform into a Queen Honey Bee and assume hybrid forms of that creature.
Rokushiki Ability: - None -
Appearance: Unlike his other siblings, Valentine usually sticks to a v neck purple t-shirt and dark purple shorts. He seems to prefer showing his skin, despite his inward personality. Noticeably, there are two large slits in the back of the shirt, as though wings could sprout from his back at any moment. His purple hair is medium length and usually pulled back into a short pony tail. He wears purple converse shoes, much like his younger sisters.
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Name: Ezekiel "Zeek" Zuberi Gender: Male Age: 28 Birthday: January 15 Homeland: Alabasta Height: 6'1 Weight: Slightly less than average Build: Slim Hair: Deep Blue Skin: Pale, freckled Eye Color: Dull brown Blood Type: A- Race: Human Alliance: The New Berry Pirates Personality: Ezekiel is very outspoken and loves to debate people. His enthusiasm sometimes gets the best of him. Weapons: A shining rapier, nicknamed Maria.
Devil Fruit: - None -
Rokushiki Ability: - None -
Appearance: Ezekiel might seem like a scholar to those who see him initially. With stark blue glasses and a collared shirt, it would be no surprise to hear he is well read. Well, he's well read in comic books. He seems to like presenting himself as someone to be admired, unlike his older brother, Valentine. He wears dark blue striped pants and is usually seen with dark blue dress shoes. He wears a watch that tells him the time of seven different time zones.
(Combined History found in previous Color Siblings section)
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Post by Shark a' Pult on Nov 24, 2012 2:35:44 GMT -5
Name: Illora Cheseri Gender: Female Age: 34 Birthday: February 17th Homeland: Ashfall Archipelago Height: 5'6" Weight: 120-ish Build: Slender Hair: Brown Ethnicity: Caucasian Eye Color: Green Race: Human Alliance: Ravunya Personality: Time was, Illora was a respectable and just commander, with a high sense of honor and duty to the cause she served and guarded. It seems now though that like so many other things, the destruction that befell her homeland also ruined whatever person she may have once been, both physically and emotionally. To fill the gap of what she lost, she gained a cruel heart and outlook of the world. What was once a noble fighting spirit was shattered and cast to the four winds, leaving only that determined resolve at the core of her person. Now all that matters is to create the strongest and most capable fighting force in the world, and in a sense it is her way to atone for the mistakes she believes she once made, for it is the only thing left that she knows. Everything that does not pertain to this ambition of hers is completely outside her consideration, and in most if not all cases, needs to be excised with extreme prejudice. It is in this way somewhat ironic, that she has invariably ended up becoming feared in the same manner as was the event which once destroyed everything she knew. Weapons: A couple of weapons she managed to bring with her after the cataclysm, though nothing compared to what she once had. Ship: Cirrus, a small craft capable of flight if having built up great speeds. Abilities: During her time as a military commander in the sky, Illora was a fierce fighter and formidable opponent. The time of decimation left her almost crippled however, and now she can really only command troops, something which she is endlessly bitter about but highly competent at nevertheless. Appearance: Clothing-wise, Illora wears a Ravunyan general's uniform, specifically tailored for her. Like everyone from the Ashfall Islands, Illora is covered in burn scars, though unlike some she has given up on trying to conceal them. So far past the point of being self-conscious or worrying about others' perception of her, she simply wears her hair in a bun and her uniform to the required specs, and to hell with what people say of her. As such she can appear a bit unnerving to people meeting her for the first time by appearance alone. Background: Up until the cataclysm which decimated the Ashfall Islands, Illora was in charge of the military arm of the Cloudmen, a group of the various sky peoples whom chose to dwell among the clouds. Up until the event itself, she effectively and honorably defended the clouds from any and all opposition, her most bitter rival being the Sky King Proteon and his Rocketeers. Unfortunately she was unable to save her home from utter destruction and was cast to the blue sea alongside the miniscule number of survivors. Like all the victims facing the change, she needed a way to cope with the loss, and found solace in the new world she landed in. This was Ravunya, and it was her intent to make it not just a place worth defending, but a force that could stand up to the cataclysm that destroyed her home if it ever happened again. It was her belief that the Ashfall Islands must have been rendered so by military strength unmatched, and so it became her ambition to find out exactly how. Now she sits as one of the commanding officers of Ravunya, despite her foreign nature and questionable methods. Dream: To create or help create a force which would be able to prevent the cataclysm, if it ever were to occur again.
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