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    • The Red Barber
    Full Name
    Tristan Roads

    Nickname
    The Red Barber

    Gender
    Male

    Age
    25

    Physical description
    Tristan has shoulder length red hair, which he normally keeps clipped up when he works, blue eyes, and fair skin. His clothing choice is usually casual, but never unkempt and always stylish (in his mind at least). Black, red, and white are his color choices, and Tristan likes to remain consistent in what he wears. His ears are also pierced, but what stands out most about Tristan his silky locks which are lovely enough to make most ladies jealous. That and the strong cologne he wears.


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    Height
    6’1’’


    Personality

    One way to describe Tristan is that he’s got quite the ego. His confidence in himself, his looks, and his abilities, borders on narcissism. Tristan is popular with the ladies and he knows it. Though that’s not to say that Tristan is mean-spirited. He loves women. He loves to make them beautiful. He loves to make people beautiful. Deep down, Tristan is an artist at heart—one who enjoys seeing the beauty in others and make them shine. Picking up a ugly pebble and making it glow like a diamond. That’s the mark of a skilled beautician and that’s the skill he aspires to.​



    Likes
    • Long thick hair
    • Ladies
    • Fashion and people who understand fashion
    • People who care about their appearance/hair.
    • Cutting things
    • Cleaning/sharpening his blades.
    • Making people, animals, etc beautiful.
    • His cuts being praised.

    Dislikes
    • Unkempt, uneven hair.
    • People who mistreat their hair.
    • Messes
    • Mistakes
    • Slavery

    Character Strengths
    Self-confident
    Tactical
    Creative.
    Hardworking.
    Excellent with a scissor and very precise.
    Knowledgeable regarding make-up, beauty products, application of beauty products, and how to make hair shine.


    Character Flaws

    Picky
    A bit of narcissist...occasionally checks his reflection
    Arrogant.
    Flirty. Too flirty.
    A bit of a drama queen regarding messes/uneven-ness
    Spends hours on his hair.


    Potential Position
    Barber


    How do you fight?
    By cleaving his opponents in half with a giant scissor. Despite his appearance, Tristan is strong enough to duel wield two broadswords with great accuracy…swords which attach to become his giant scissor. He is adept with weapons that cut including knives, swords, daggers—basically anything that has a sharp edge to it—but his best weapon will always be the scissor. Tristan’s style of cutting is so precise that anything less than a clean cut is a bad cut in his eyes. When necessary, he has been seen throwing scissors like darts.


    Weapons Carried
    A giant scissor that can detach into two broadswords. Besides that, he always has razor blades and scissors handy…though he’d prefer not to use them for fighting since they are his working equipment and he’d rather not let them get stained by blood.


    Backstory
    A good portion of Tristan’s childhood was spent on pirate ship. Taken at a young age when the Scraggy Beard Pirates raided his town, the four year old—and several other young children— were spared of death and forced to participate in the Captain Petey's young children 'adoption' program. It was either that or die like the other children that refused. Scraggy Beard Pete didn't trust adults. Children were malleable. Trainable. Deceptively innocent. That was the crew Pete planned to use to transverse the Grand Line and beyond. The Scraggy Beards consisted of kids that he'd raised and trained himself...after killing their parents. In order to live, Tristan had no choice but to join Scraggy Beard Pete's pirating 'family'. However, there was a ranking even among family members...and as the youngest child aboard, Tristan was part of the lowest rank. Tristan’s duty in particular was to tend and trim Captain’s long-ass beard every day—to keep it groomed and presentable. The young child wasn’t very good at first, having never held a scissor before in his life, but he had to quickly learn, else risk a whipping. Any mistake resulted in harsh punishment…and running meant death. That was how Tristan learned his craft. One would think his life would’ve been miserable as the youngest and lowest ranking pirate amidst the children that competed for Petey's approval, but it wasn't …and all because he had a best friend in the Captain’s sole biological son, Geraldo.

    The older boy would always play with Tristan whenever the opportunity arose—teach him whatever he learned, whether it was reading or fighting/swordsmanship, and encourage him whenever he felt down. None of the kids could bully Tristan with Geraldo aboard. Geraldo and Tristan were inseparable; two peas in a pod, though their status on the ship were completely different. Life as a Scraggy Beard Pirate was difficult and dangerous, but Tristan wouldn’t describe it as bad with Geraldo around. He even grew to enjoy what he did everyday--trimming and styling the Captain's long beard. Thus Tristan's skill with a scissor improved and the Red Barber was born. The captain gifted Tristan with his giant scissor after a successful raid of a town in the west blue...where more children were kidnapped and made a part of their family. Only children were allowed on the Scraggy Beard Ship. Any that refused met an unfortunate end. Adults that tried to stop them did as well. The Scraggy Beards were one step away from the Grand Line.

    However, before they could reach the desired destination, there were plots of mutiny aboard the Scraggy Beards. Geraldo killed his father and took over the crew, turning the Scraggy Beard Pirates into the Gentlemen Pirates. Tristan watched the end of the Scraggy Beards at the age of 14, since he had no desire to fight against his best friend. He just watched it all happen. Revolts were never pretty, but good did come out of it. Children that were kidnapped, who wanted off the ship and away from a life of piracy, were free to go. A majority however chose to remain aboard because they had no family to return to. One would think that as Geraldo’s best friend Tristan would’ve continued to journey with the newly formed Gentlemen Pirates to the Grand Line. However, it was because he was Tristan’s best friend that Tristan decided to leave. Geraldo had taken his step towards his desired path in life. Tristan decided that he needed to do so as well. Thus, with a heavy heart, Tristan decided to walk the plank along with several other former Scraggy Beards.

    Washed on an unfamiliar island, Tristan found work at a local barber shop. Eventually, his talents drew the eyes of a famed beautician by the name of Adonis Prince who was visiting the island. Recognizing a hidden jewel amidst the rubble, Tristan was brought aboard Mr. Prince’s vessel, which acted as a traveling beauty salon where Tristan underwent formal training—not just in haircutting and using a scissor, but cosmetology and the art of making people beautiful. He was unofficially adopted by Adonis and, upon completing his apprenticeship, began working on the Smiling Aphrodite as a popular hairdresser and raking in a fortune. It was a far cry from when he started out as an unwilling pirate. Thus was his new life for years to come, styling hair for those wealthy enough to afford a pass on the Smiling Aphrodite. It was a glamorous life. An easy life. However, Tristan was never entirely happy and he didn’t know why…at least until his encounter with a certain woman.

    She was the ugliest woman he’d ever seen, with long tangled hair that appeared to be left unattended for in years, oily skin, and a brutish face which would put most pirates to shame. A stowaway aboard the Smiling Aphrodite, she would ask for a haircut every day—demanded one from him really. However, with no money, and nothing to offer, she was constantly refused. Mr. Prince told Tristan to stay away her…and he did. He had no reason to help her. Yet she was persistent, so persistent in fact, Tristan eventually caved despite the disapproval of his co-workers. When Tristan cleared away the mess that was her hair, he was able to recognize her as one of the former Scraggy Beards. It was like a punch in the face.

    Months later, Tristan decided to quit the Smiling Aphrodite and started working as freelance barber. He finally remembered where his true desires lay.

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    • Akron Von Helsik
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    Name: Akron Von Helsik
    Nickname: Avon( for his friends)The oblivious blade.
    Gender:Male
    Age:32
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    Physical description: Akron is a tall slim man with well toned muscles and long limbs.He has blue hair which he usually ties in a pony tail and has blue eyebrows that match his hair.His bright blue eyes, give of a sense of warmth and when in battle a calculative and cold aura.His right hand is covered in bandages in order to hide his burnt hand.
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    Calm and serene Akron is a man of diligence and effort.Believing that only through hard work will one truly achieve their dreams.Akron is a man who does not fear fighting instead he enjoys the pleasure that it brings.He however will not fight over trivial matters and only wishes to fully master his Fighting style.He will however fight if somebody challenges him to a duel.Akron is a man who truly values speed in battle and is always constantly trying to improve his speed.Akron is in generally a calm guy and has an aura around him which eases the mind of others.
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    Akron truly enjoys going out in the middle of the night to train and watch the stars.It makes him feel calm.Growing up Akron was very intrested in learning new things and this his has translated into his life as his enjoyment of reading and learning new things.Akron likes to listen to music of  any kind .He himself knows how to play a few instruments though he doesn't like to tell others.Akron is calculitve man and can easily adapt in battle.He will not stand and watch as innocents get killed or if justice is not brought.His father would be disapionted and Akron does nothing thar would disappoint his father.
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    Likes: Music, tea and Reading
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    Dislikes: loudness, exaggerations or pigs
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    Weapon prodigy: Wether it’s with swords, guns, bows or Any sort of wepon he is a prodigy at learning how to ise them.He is capable of using many with his style of combat.
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    Water Navigation Expert: He is great at navigating a boat and can always find his way in water.
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    loyal:He is a man that will not leave his comrades and allies behind no matter what.
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    Adaptable:He is capable of quickly and affiecently adapt to his opponents and his surroundings.
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    Failure of hand to hand.He has no skill in hand to hand combat of any form.Get his sword out of his hand and he cant attack you.
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    Land navigation failure: Zoro would feel bad for this guy.
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    loyal to a fault:He is to loyal and many say this will be the death of him.
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    Low Durability:While he can dish out quite a few powerful hits he is not extremely good at taking hits.Not to be contused with low stamina or strength.
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    Potential Position
    Navigator or combat personnel
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    How do you fight?
    He fights with two swords and his self made fighting style the Futago no chikaku(Twin perception)He predicts the attacks of his enemies and intercepts rather than block.If he cannot intercept he deflects it at angles that allow him to immediately attack afterwards.This style requires huge amounts of speed,perception,adaptability and precision.The style is not yet perfected since he wishes to add the use of haki in it begore he considers it complete,though he is far from being able to use haki .He uses his incredible abilities as well as speed to compliment his fighting style giving him great counters and blitz attacks.It is not underneath him to use dirty tricks in combat.The style was also configured around his two swords.He has a whole branch of the style he calls the devil arts which he only uses when he activates his blades curse.
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    From a young age he has had  trained his senses to be far greater than others.He uses these enhanced senses to aid him in combat.They also make it extremely hard to sneak up on him.Since a young age he as always focused on either outspeeding or countering his opponents.This has led him to train his perception and he is able to Percieve things going 4 times his max speed,though that doesn't necciserily mean he can react to them.He has also learned how Anaylze and predict his opponents fighting style and moves.Being a man who focuses on speed he is extremely fast usually being able to move at speeds of 140km/h on a regular bases.Just a bit faster than a cheetah,though he doesn't get tired as quickly.However he has a technique he calls speed demon that makes him move at speeds of 400 M/h.He can only run at this speed for five minutes so he usually uses it in short bursts.He has also trained his body to instantly accelerate to his  regular speed(140km/h).However doing this to much will cause his muscles to rip.
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    His 4 and a half feet long sword Seimei no ha(life blade)is a cursed blade that can double the users strength when in need but in exchange takes away some of the users life force shortening the users natural life span.This may leave him in bed for weeks after use.
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    His 4 feet long katana same(Shark)Given to him by his adoptive father who was a fishman.It is an extremely sharp blade and has small jagged edges.
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    Backstory.
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    Hailing from the south blues Andraniwin island,Akron was brought up in a world of survival of the fittest.This has made him to be quite ruthless to his enemies and very cautios when dealing with them.Akron Von Helsoik was born to Bude and Grender.His father and mother respectively.His parents were not the greatest of parents and forced him to work out and hone his senses from a very young age.They believed that they were showing him love by putting him some of the most excruciating work outs that were possible for children.They generally thought that if he couldn't beat his enemies he could at least outrun the causing his parents to naturally focus on his speed more than anything.
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    When Akron was 7 years old his parents and some of the natives had been continously attacking the marine base on the island.This was mostly due to the fact that the marines had been trying to expand their base a bit more.Though every time they attcked they could only kill one or two marines while many of the people from their side would fall during battle.The day he was about to become 8 his parents and some of the locals decided that attcking the marines during the night would be a good idea.When they left to attck during the night none of the attackers came back.Akron obviously realized what had happened and suprisingly was not that affected by the deaths of his parents.
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    After the attack Akron still continued to train his speed and perception as it had become second nature for him to train them.During one of his training seccesions he was attcked by one of the more powerfull beast on the island.He had desperately tried to escape but was greatly injured while he was escaping.Unwittingly he had run to the base of the marinres where he passed out infront of their gates.When he re awoke he was in the infirmary of the base and he had been healed .The marines after that tried to kick him out but he was stubborn and wouldn't leave the base.The Captain of the base Hyton Von Helsik was amused by his sturrbornes and allowed him to stay under the condition that he would train and pull his weight around the base.
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    he spent years in the marine base being trained by Hyton before he was finally allowed to sail with some of the marines at the age 16,During his years of sailing with the marines he gained a lot of expireience in combat as well started to create his own fighting style to compliment his abilities.At the time he only had two regular katanas.At the age of 24 his adopted father died from an unknown disease and left him his own sword and another one that he planned to hive to Akron when he turned 25.Stricken by his fathers death akron threw himself into work and a life as a marine.Capturing all pirates he could and taking down those that resisted a bit too much no matter what race or gender.This earned him the name The oblivious blade.At the age of 28 he finally pulled himself from his grief and saw the that the marines werent exactly innocent.Adopting the name of his late father he now looks for a good pirate crew to join so he can see it all from a pirates side of view.
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    • Logan Heilan
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    • Full Name: [SIZE=10pt]Logan Heilan[/SIZE]



    [SIZE=10pt]Nickname (Optional)[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]: none[/SIZE]



    [SIZE=10pt]Gender:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] Male[/SIZE]



    [SIZE=10pt]Age:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] 22[/SIZE]


    [SIZE=10pt]Physical description:[/SIZE]


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    [SIZE=10pt]Logan has black hair with crimson eyes and paler skin. His body is well muscled due to multiple forms of training that he’s put himself through and although he is not a fan of fashion - ergo, he isn’t going to go out of his way to look fancy - he happens to have a rather shiny and fashionable wardrobe and he’s not about to turn down those clothes. He wears a rapier at his hip and a katana on his back and he also does have a cross amulet just as the picture does. [/SIZE]



    [SIZE=10pt]Height: [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]6’4”[/SIZE]



    [SIZE=10pt]Personality:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] Logan is a rather logical individual who thinks things through before he does them because usually that is the best way to approach a situation when he doesn’t know all the details involved. He’s not the kind of person to recklessly charge into a situation blindly, but that doesn’t mean he’s capable of making decisions without allowing his own emotions to influence them at times either. When the marines are involved in something, it can often seem as though his logic level drops; it doesn’t vanish completely, but it is lesser. [/SIZE]


    [SIZE=10pt]As far as socializing goes, Logan can be a fairly sociable guy at times. He likes helping people, he likes making sure people know that they are not alone in the world and he likes letting them know that they aren’t the only ones enduring hardships. He has his own goals that he’ll vocalize at times, but he tends to be the kind of person who directs conversations away from himself rather than towards himself. He doesn’t talk about himself much. [/SIZE]


    [SIZE=10pt]Likes:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] Music, most people, teachers - he respects them a lot, calligraphy, artwork - an appreciation for it was ingrained into him, [/SIZE]



    [SIZE=10pt]Dislikes:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] Marines, absolute moral standards, people touching his violin, breaking violin strings, the concept of money, window shopping - if you’re going to go into a shop, be nice and buy something[/SIZE]



    [SIZE=10pt]Character Strengths:[/SIZE]


    [SIZE=10pt]Looks at moral situations objectively and individually[/SIZE]


    [SIZE=10pt]He’s good at teamwork and fairly comfortable taking a role of organizing a team.[/SIZE]


    [SIZE=10pt]Fast on his feet[/SIZE]


    [SIZE=10pt]Versatile fighter in close quarters[/SIZE]



    [SIZE=10pt]Character Flaws:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE]


    [SIZE=10pt]He will do almost anything that puts him in a position that will allow him to fight the marines. (There ARE exceptions, though.)[/SIZE]


    [SIZE=10pt]No ranged fighting skills at all[/SIZE]


    [SIZE=10pt]A lot of his possessions have sentimental value so he’s not about to willingly leave them behind. [/SIZE]


    [SIZE=10pt]Loses logical capacity when marines are involved - he really [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]really[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] hates them[/SIZE]


    [SIZE=10pt]He doesn’t talk about himself a whole lot which makes it hard to truly know him.[/SIZE]



    [SIZE=10pt]Potential Position:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] Musician[/SIZE]


    [SIZE=10pt]Prospective Crew: [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Shattercrest Pirates[/SIZE]



    [SIZE=10pt]How do you fight?[/SIZE]


    [SIZE=10pt]Logan fights with both a rapier and a katana. He carries the rapier at his hip and the katana on his back. He WILL NEVER dual wield them; it is always one or the other depending on which the situation calls for. This means that he always has an extra weapon weighing him down though he’s used to the weight for the most part. He is fast on his feet, more skilled with a rapier than a katana, but he can fight at a reasonably adequate level with the katana as well. [/SIZE]



    [SIZE=10pt]Unique Abilities:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] none[/SIZE]



    [SIZE=10pt]Weapons Carried:[/SIZE]


    [SIZE=10pt]Rapier - Gurēsu , Katana - Raion[/SIZE]



    [SIZE=10pt]Backstory:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE]


    [SIZE=10pt]Logan grew up on Meershew Island on the Grand Line. It was a pleasant island for him as a child. There was also a marine base on the island and the marines built the Meershew School of the Arts on the island a few years before Logan was born. It quickly became one of the most renowned arts schools on its side of the Red Line and it drew many people from around the world. For a while, the town prospered and the marines offered protection and free tuition for all the children born to people who lived there before the school drew in more people. It was a positive arrangement. Logan, therefore, got to attend when he was old enough.[/SIZE]


    [SIZE=10pt]He learned many arts in school. There were two he excelled at the most. One was a performance class that involved incorporating elegance into weapon use and they primarily taught that through turning a weapon into an extension of the body. This was usually taught with rapiers and that was how Logan learned. His teacher’s praised how in tune he was with the weapon. Logan wanted to learn more, though. Outside of classes, he found himself a teacher associated with the marines and Logan learned to use a sword for more than just grace - he learned it for fighting as well. Additionally in school, Logan excelled at music. He chose to specialize in strings and that went well for him. [/SIZE]


    [SIZE=10pt]His childhood was a positive one. Learning with his teacher, Logan eventually declared that he wanted to work for the marines and his teacher praised him for that decision. When he was 15, Logan was granted a weapon of his own, his rapier - Gurēsu. He still cherishes it to this day, actually. [/SIZE]


    [SIZE=10pt]However, as he got older and as he continued through school, Logan slowly began to understand that there was more going on on his home island than he had been seeing or understanding before. The tourism generated by the school was slowly fading and what had been revealed along the way was that the marine base on the island was slowly sucking up all the resources of his home - all the money, natural resources, food supply… everything, really. One morning, Logan was asked by his teacher if he wanted to join the marines and accompany them. They were leaving. Logan refused the offer, deciding his home was more important and realizing that the marines had wronged his home. They left and Logan was left to simmer and try to figure out if there was a way to save his home now that they had nothing. [/SIZE]


    [SIZE=10pt]There wasn’t. [/SIZE]


    [SIZE=10pt]One opportunity remained to leave and Logan’s family insisted that he take it. He promised them one thing, though. Even though they would not last long enough for him to return later in life, Logan would avenge them by wronging the marines just as the marines had wronged his home. Before he left, he was given one thing. He was given his katana - Raion. It was an older weapon, but the town held onto it for its history to them. [/SIZE]


    [SIZE=10pt]From there, Logan had a small boat and he traveled as much as he could, finding islands that had been wronged by the marines or that were in some way fighting against them. He actively sought opportunities to fight the marines, but he wasn’t stupid or reckless enough to actually charge them head on without any help. He simply joined other people who were fighting them for their own reasons and usually they were happy to welcome him into their little rebellion. [/SIZE]


    [SIZE=10pt]Years passed. [/SIZE]


    [SIZE=10pt]Recently, around the time he turned 21, he stumbled upon an island called Boyal. It was unique among all the other places he had visited because Boyal’s entire economy had once been based on slavery. However, due to marine insistence that slavery be discouraged, the island had been working on phasing out the practices over the past twenty years. It was successful so far, but they still had a ways to go before the phase out was complete. Marines had arrived with threat of war unless the practice was ended immediately. [/SIZE]


    [SIZE=10pt]That was where Logan saw his opportunity. He jumped at it and offered to fight with the people of Boyal. For him, it wasn’t to defend slavery; it was to defend their right to continue the phase out that had originally been granted to them. It wasn’t fair of the marines to suddenly force them to end it particularly when that would have crippled their economy beyond repair and beyond the point of being saveable. [/SIZE]


    [SIZE=10pt]Logan found him in a position of leadership and with three others, he headed up a rebellion to fight off the first wave of marines to attack. They all knew that more would come, though, and Logan intended to stay and help them. Then he caught wind of things going on in the West Blue, though. He heard that swarms of marines were heading that way and he wanted in on whatever was going down. With sincere apologies, Logan left Boyal with a promise to return if he could manage it because he truly believed they were doing the best they could with what they had. [/SIZE]


    [SIZE=10pt]His cross necklace is a gift from a slave on that island - a slave who always said he would rather fight for the island and for the slow changes that had been happening than watch his home fall to pieces. [/SIZE]


    [SIZE=10pt]In all his travels, Logan has traveled with merchants and he got on a merchant ship again, playing music for the crew and doing odd and end work as he always had to get from place to place. And he’s heading to the West Blue because that seems like a place to be if you want to fight marines. [/SIZE]
     
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    • Damian Man Drake
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    • I just cleaned this up a bit so that we can look at it better.

    Full Name: Damian Man Drake

    Nickname: Gold Star Karma

    Gender: Male

    Age: Twenty-one

    Physical description: Damian is well-muscled and slightly tan. When the weather is overly hot he takes of his jacket and wears only a black top with his dirty gold leather pants. He wears boots at all times except when relaxing at which he wears sandals.

    Height:6.1

    Personality: He Is a very calm person at times and Sees other people as possible friends, he has a bright outlook on life despite his dark past. When he seems lonely or sad he often brings out his stowaway companion snow Which is a snow white mouse he keeps in pouch at his waist. When in town or during dry-dock he could be found gathering ingredients for the meals of the crews. During his free time he can be found with a book or fishing rod. He greets all people warmly. if someone trample on his or his friends ideals he turns cold and bloodthirsty.

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    Rum

    Animals

    Snow both the weather and the mouse

    Juicy or spicy things

    Fictional Books

    Learning new things

    Dislikes

    Bland or tasteless things

    Celestrial dragons and slavery

    Copper tools

    Animal abusers

    Flowery colors

    Seagulls

    Character Strengths

    Solidly built body

    Cooking

    Technical workings

    Cultivation such as farming

    Character Flaws

    Easily sickened

    Has no tactical reasoning

    Ocd about the cooking space

    Deep sleeper

    Smoker

    Potential Position

    Cook

    How do you fight?

    Damian fights with hand-to-hand combat but wishes to learn swordsmanship

    No unique abilities

    Weapons Carried

    Carries no weapons at the moment.

    Backstory

    Damian grew up as a aristocrat’s son learning history and how to run the family, Learning of the nobles and their habits even that of slavery and the celestrial dragons. Being a child of an aristocrat, he was distanced from the rest of the children on the island often being lonely. He wanted company baring that he wandered around finding a love of machines instead. He found contraptions fascinating always built to a purpose and often running on some kind of fluid. he began to experiment and work on his own much to his own father's disappointment, His father never approved of anything that strayed from the family in intent and often smashed anything damian created.

    Damian loved to make food and like trying different things making food was like making machines you had to experiment some times and try new things. Damian trained in a nearby restaurant learning all the arts of the culinary master from stew and soups to salads and deserts, he learned how to use knives and other cooking tools. he learned the value of fresh ingredients and of the main value of food. he learn all he could while his father resorted to trying to beat it out of him. when beating damian and didn't work he turn to the teacher and had him killed. thus Damian only friendship and outlet was removed, Damian was then locked up in the basement.

    Growing up in that house was a nightmare so Damian set out at the age of 16 finding that he disliked all nobles for how they mistreated everybody else, like dirt beneath their shoes they treated everyone like garbage the celestral dragons were no exception dealing in slavery was the lowest thing anyone can do. eventually his hatred of nobles caused him to cross the line and gain infamy as some kind of robin hood, he didn't steal from the rich and give to the poor no he just got back at them causeing their life to go to ruin thinking it was a sign of karma. thus he obtained infamy as agent of karma the twist of fate that dealt out justice but it also cause the navy to label him as a pirate.

    Eventually he embraced being free as a pirate and helping those the navy never did, as he turned twenty he set out towards the west blue having originated from the north. he bounced from island to island dealing out vigilante justice in his own way until he was told about how pirates usually have a crew that back them up and help them realize their dreams. when the mirstone incident occurred he was in a west blue bar listening to the stories of the current crews making a name a the age of twenty-one. when he had chosen what crew he wished to join he set out to wait in their path also setting a dream in his heart. his Dream is to clean up all the nobles closets so that no one will look down on anyone, and to further his culinary skill and maybe make a meal fit for a pirate king.
     
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    • BRANDT
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    “I’m looking for someone. Mind if I hitch a ride?”
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    Gender​
    Female

    Age
    17

    Physical description
    Brandt, as she is known, is a lithe, petite girl of small stature. She has short, boyish brown hair with two locks sticking out, curving in crescents inwards, giving her the image of an odd mix between a demon and an angel. She has metallic blue eyes, her right eye bearing a small scar running over it. She is often seen wearing a black jacket and a messenger bag slung around her body.

    Height
    159 cm

    Personality
    Brandt, for a lack of a better word, is a whimsical thing. There is no proper description for what she does, and she seems driven by almost arbitrary thoughts and on-the-spot, reckless, inspirations. She has been described as manipulative and calculating by some, and her actions, more often than not, end up somehow affecting a larger ploy she has in play. That having been said, however, she is quite capable of simply shrugging off failures, and writing them off as merely another experimental discovery. Her strange mindset allows her to simply back off from a failed plan, improvise, rework, and then create another in quick succession...if she doesn’t already have a back-up plan. To try and predict her next move is difficult, if not outright impossible.

    Brandt, as a person, is also hard to pinpoint. She has her morals, but her occasional bouts of verbal cruelty and probable inability to empathise with others puts her at a precarious position of a person of questionable desires. There are few she call friends, however, numbering less than the fingers on a single hand, and she has proven herself a true companion to them. Nonetheless, Brandt has a limit, but just where below ‘cold-blooded murder and torture’ the limit lies is a mystery for the ages.

    She shows astounding amounts of level-headedness, being able to observe, plan, and carry out her strategies even in the midst of a heated battle. After all is said and done, though, Brandt chooses to mask all of this under the guise of a snarky, bratty half-pint carrying an oversized sword, a knife, and a bag of toys. Her tantrums, complaints, hammy declarations mesh rather well with her manipulations: luring her target to a false sense of security is probably usually her first line of attack. She has also shown a willingness to flee a fight if she has to, and does not pursue combat for longer than she has to. Cowardice should not be confused for pragmatism, and she is clearly exhibiting the latter.

    Likes
    ●Weapons, especially tricked out ones
    ●Being asked to work on weapons
    ●Chill dudes
    ●Meat
    ●Strong-willed persons
    ●Gullible clients

    Dislikes
    ●Spicy foods
    ●No chill dudes
    ●Technical talk
    ●Being disturbed when she is working
    ●Weak-willed people
    ●Calling her display of her business skills ‘a scam’

    Character Strengths
    ●Apprentice of the Old Armorer: Swords, guns, staffs, explosives, she is learned in them all...in terms of their composition, parts, make, and use. Give her raw materials, a weapon, and some time, and she can improvise and even improve on anything at all. She has quite the extensive knowledge on how to repair and improve on even ships. As long as she has the materials, anything is possible.

    ●Quick: Both on her feet and in mind. She does not need much time to prepare a back up to her back up, if the latter fails, and can concoct a plausible plan within seconds.

    ●Silver Tongue: A trait one must have to succeed in business. In her years with her master, she filled in for him during his trips, providing clients with weapons and armors, and of course, pricing them. Her master has even gone as far as to admit that she is a better entrepreneur than he, himself, is an armorer.
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    Character Flaws​
    ●Wild Card: Not even allies are privy to what she thinks. As such, she is a dangerous ally to have due to the fact that it is just impossible to predict or even follow her train of thought. Her prideful behaviour only ensures that no one but her closest aides know of her plans.

    ●Inept Combatant: She is not a good fighter. Far from it. Without her bag of tricks, this flaw of hers becomes VERY apparent. She is not fit for the frontlines, and it shows.

    ●Poor Communication Skills: While a good merchant, Brandt is socially inept. She can tell where a transaction is going, but lacks the ability to understand exactly what the atmosphere is in a social situation. As a result, she tends to blurt out the most inappropriate things around others, often by speaking her mind.

    Potential Position
    Mechanic, Armorer

    How do you fight?
    Brandt is by no means a proficient swordswoman, in fact, she is by no means a proficient combatant in any way at all. She relies on orthodox flipping about and over her assailants and burying her knife into them. She won’t be dealing much damage, but, comparably, she is at least doing some damage to them while her assailants simply flounder about against her acrobatics. She specialises in a death of a thousand cuts, to put simply. She combines this with a bag of tricks up her sleeves and bag, which include Impact Dials, smoke bombs, regular bombs, caltrops, ropes and wires, hooks, KUNAI WITH CHAIN, and many more to befuddle the opponent.

    It must be noted that she does not only fight with just weaponry, but also guile and wit, relying on human behaviour to have her opponent simply waltz right into her palm and get wrecked. Her intimidation factor does not come from the fact that others know what she is capable of, but what others do not. It is vastly apparent that in a regular fight, she is like to lose against anyone at all.

    Unique Abilities

    Weapons Carried
    ●Cadenza: A long oriental sword as tall as she is, far too long to be called a regular katana. It is really unclear whether this can be considered a weapon to her since she never uses it as one. She does use it as a pole to vault off of, however, as part of her repertoire to befuddle opponents further. The sword cannot be drawn by anyone it deems unworthy, and it is Brandt’s raison d’etre to find the one it doesn’t consider unworthy.

    ●Dagger: Her preferred weapon of confrontation. It is a simple knife capable of cutting deep, and naught else.

    ●Bag O’ Tricks: Tools, Dials of every colour, explosives, bottles of weird stuff, KUNAI WITH CHAIN, you name it, she probably has it. This is, undoubtedly, her most dangerous weapon, right next to her own mind tricks.

    Backstory
    A nameless child washed ashore to the island of the Old Armorer, Brandt was found by the Old Armorer himself, a legendary hermit who was said to be able to fashion the most magnificent weapons and armor, during his walks along the shore, named as such, and grew up under his tutelage. She never discovered who her parents were, or where she had come from. As far as she knew, those could be at the bottom of the ocean by now. There was just no point in seeking answers for questions she didn’t need an answer to.

    Under the Old Armorer, Brandt proved herself to be just as proficient as he was in creating masterworks of weapons, and customers had provided feedback that, though still not as impressive as her master’s, Brandt’s creations were astounding by far, compared to what they could get from regular armorers from elsewhere. Of course, this wasn’t enough for both Brandt and the Old Armorer. Both wanted perfection in her craft, the Old Armorer so he could retire and finally spend his days watching the days pass, and Brandt because she loved her duty so. The Old Armorer decided that a good adventure around the globe would do her some good, and possibly stoke the fire within her that would make her works just as masterful as his. And so, he forged the Cadenza, an Oriental sword of a blade that would never dull (according to him), a blade sharp enough to cut through ships (according to him), a blade that would never rust, even in the salt-ridden seas (according to him), a ring so sweet when drawn that weaker men would break into tears at its sound (according to him), a gleam so bright that it would cut those who looked at it (according to him)...and locked the blade away in its sheathe with a spell. Only one with the strength of heart would be able to wield the sword, he told his apprentice, and sent her on her way to find the one.

    She has traveled so far without much luck in finding the one to draw the Cadenza. Nevertheless, she continues her journey, confident she will find the one soon enough, all the while practicing her craft with whatever scrap she finds in the islands she has visited.​
     
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    • Sayuri Jigokumeguri
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    General Info

    Full Name: Sayuri Jigokumeguri

    Nickname: Sakemono (note: Sake+Bakemono)

    Gender: female

    Age: 25

    Physical description: Sayuri is a beautiful young woman of average height, pearly purple eyes, with slit-shaped pupils, and medium, curly, purple hair. She is physically fit, and has a mesomorphic body type. Her attire varies depending on the weather, occasion, or merely her mood (she has yukatas, shirts, jeans, shorts, t-shirts, blouses, sandals, pants, and coats of various designs and colors...and underwear, of course).

    Height: 170 cm

    Potential Position: fighter

    Personality

    Sayuri is a cheerful and laid back woman. She likes to mess around, is quite mischievous, and even flirty sometimes (with both men and women). Her rather energetic behaviour is, most of the times, contagious.

    She consideres that bottling up emotions is a grave mistake, which means two things: that she is a very open person, and that she won't let others commit such a mistake. Sayuri really likes to create an empathic link with those around her, so that she can understand them, connect with them on an emotional level, and help, or destroy them, depending on the circumstances.

    If the person she enters in contact with is deemed evil, or dangerous, Sayuri will not try to understand them any further. If the said person will try to get in her way, Sayuri will switch to talking with her firsts, or feet, or forehead, or chair, or table, or boulder, or bottle of sake, or unconscious enemy body...whatever is useful for hitting someone.

    Although she is generally kind, Sayuri will show no remorse while hurting those she considers enemies, even if she disables them. On the other hand, she will never kill her opponent, no matter what, not even when she goes berserk.
    Likes & Dislikes

    Likes: sake, spicy stuff, having fun, living the moment, combat

    Dislikes: cowards, liars, lack of quality in drinks, oppression, misogynism

    Strengths & Flaws

    Character Strengths: energetic, outstanding combat skills, sincere, sharp, empathic

    Character Flaws: can be harsh, sticks her nose where it doesn't belong (causing trouble), mischievous, can be quite the tease, stuborn

    Fightig style, weapons & other related info

    How do you fight?
    Sayuri's fighting style is quite similar to Zui Quan (martial art based on imitating a drunkard). Hitting, grappling, locking, dodging, feinting, ground and aerial fighting, and all other unsophisticated methods of combat are incorporated. Even the most unusual parts of the body are actively used to attack and defend. The main hand gesture imitates holding a small cup of wine. This semi-closed hand uses back of the hand, fingers, palms, wrists, forearms, and other parts to attack or defend, grab or throw, lock or release, etc. Fists are rarely used. This style tricks opponents into unpredictable situations of attack and defense. Aerial and ground dodges and falls can be used to avoid attacks but also to pin attackers to the ground while vital points are targeted. The postures are driven by weight and momentum of the whole body, staggering around, creating sudden power from awkward positions, and fluidity in the movements and transitions from one pose to another.This style seems peculiar and off-balance, but it is actually in balance. On the other hand, that's not all there is to her martial art. With the help of her superhuman physical prowes, peculiar physiology, and knowledge of ninjutsu, Sayuri can also achieve some unusual techniques:
    • Champagne Burst- a technique which is similar to Soru, but slightly slower. Sayuri uses it to move incredibly fast, and in a simingly hectic manner.
    • Glass Breaker: Asura- Sayuri moves her hands really fast, giving the impression of having multiple arms, and attempts to sieze the opponent using the Eagle Claw style (by bending the four fingers and thumb inward toward the palm), in an attempt to tear apart the opponent's muscles and/or tendons in multiple parts of their body.
    • Tequila Thunder Snakes- Sayuri strikes with both hands at an inhuman rate, the same as Glass Breaker: Asura, while also slightly moving her upper body from one side to the other continuously. An optical illusion is created during this attack, making it seem as if Sayuri's hands move like snakes.
    • Drunken Tiger Trips- she pretends to trip, then slams the ground with either of her hands, with great force, making a small portion of the ground crumble.
    • Drunkard Asks for Booze- Sayuri slams either of her feet into the ground with great force, making a small portion of the ground crumble.
    • Monkey Dives for Booze- instead of drunken-like gestures, Sayuri plays the movements of an intoxicated monkey. Among other things, her palms are facing downward and her fingers are drooping towards the ground. She moves with great agility in that state, from one point to the other, and when she gets close to her opponent she propels herself forward, using either of her "monkey hands" to pin the target to the ground.
    • Twister Gourd- she pretends to fall on the ground, but lands on her hands, then spins really fast, and hitting her opponents with her legs.
    • Silent Night- she performs a special type of movement, making absolutely no sound for 10 seconds. She needs to wait at least 15 minutes before she can use it again. She can't use other techniques while performing this one. A ninjutsu technique.
    • Shadow Embrace- another ninjutsu technique. She erases her presence and can perfectly hide within darkness.
    • Drunken Dragon- a technique which Sayuri can use only when she's actually drunk. Given her enhanced metabolism, Sayuri needs to drink the extremely strong sake in her any of her three gourds (or exremely strong alchohol in general), for her to get actually drunk. In this state, her cheeks become red, her body becomes warmer, she becomes a lot more resistant to pain, and her reflexes and stamina are greatly enhanced (various degrees, depending on the gourd from which she drinks). Her physical strength also suffers a minor boost, because of the raised adrenaline levels (around 15% stronger). On the other hand, the technique doesn't last long (10 minutes at most), and after the effects are over she faints. After waking up, she suffers both great fatigue and an incredibly bad hangover, which are directly proportional to what she drinks (the higher the alchohol content, the stronger both the positive and negative aspects). When she is in this state, she can also perform improved versions of her other techniques, with the exception of the two ninjustu ones.
    Unique Abilities:
    • Peculiar physiology- apart from her superhuman physical prowes (incredible strength, speed, reflexes, stamina, and endurance), she also posseses an accelerated metabolism, which not only renders her resistant to weight gain, illness, injury, and accelerates her healing speed, but also increases her resistance to alchohol, to the point where only extremely potent alchoholic drinks can actually get Sayuri drunk. On the other hand, this also greatly increases her appetite.
    Weapons Carried:
    • While not considered weapons by other people, to Sayuri, her three gourds can be treated as such (as the alchoholic drink within them is necessary to achieve Drunken Dragon). Each of them has a word written on them, which helps distinguish the levels of alchohol content:
      • Weak: around 40% alchohol
      • Medium: around 60% alchohol
      • Strong: around 80% alchohol

    Backstory

    Sayuri was born in the Wano Country, into the rich and prestigious Jigokumeguri family. While the Wano Country is indeed known for its samurai and millitary prowes, that is not all there is to a country, for a country to have such force, it needs a solid economy. And that's where the Jigokumeguri operated. They were a family of scholars, which where highly capable in various layers of the country's economical structure. All of them where more interested in studying that combat, with the exception of Sayuri.

    Sayuri Jigokumeguri was an enigma, at least in such an environment. Women from Wano, even the kunoichi, are expected to be modest and speak gracefully and quietly. But she wasn't exactly like that. She was rather loud, overly energetic, confident, and defying. She also sprent her time watching martial artists train, rather than indulge into study like her siblings.

    While many people saw her as the black ship of the family, her parents where different, especially her father. He saw her as a possibility of expansion. If she became a powerful warrior, she'd eventually train future generations of the family, adding a new element to their field of opperations, and gaining even more prestige. Thus he sent her to train, in the only martial art that was open for women, ninjutsu. On the other hand, things didn't go how he'd expect.

    Sayuri was very talented, it seemed. She'd pick up the movement techniques very fast and even create her own skills, but...

    "Father, this is boring," she said, straightforwardly. Her father, who was initially calm and collected, suddenly became shocked, with his eyes simingly bulging out of their sockets. "What? But, but...why? You're so talented, and you watch martial artist spar all the time...I thought you'd be happy. I...I don't understand." he said, unable to process the situation well. "I love martial arts, but this...this doesn't fit me. Ninjutsu is about staying in the shadows, waiting for the right moment, ambushing, and finally assassinating. I do not wish to stay in the shadows, I want to remain in the light. I do not wish to ambush, I want to fight straight on. I...do not wish to kill." her voice dropped on the last part, and she suddenly became really sad.

    Her father finally came to his senses. His daughter was a really kind child. How could he fail to see this? "Sayuri, my dear, you know the rules of this country. I doubt you'll find someone who'd be interested in teaching you a martial art other than ninjutsu in this patriarchal society that we live in." he said, calmly. "But it's not impossible." was her reply. She had fire in her eyes. Her father sighed. It was useless to try to stop her.

    From that moment Sayuri read books about martial arts and trained her body to achieve a "decent" level. She displayed her strength and tried multiple dojos, but none of them took her. They all had the same reason: "We do not accept women.". In truth, it was only an excuse. They were afraid. Afraid of Sayuri's capabilities and her potential. They would not allow a woman to gain such monstruous power. Sayuri really disliked the way the society of the Wano Country was... The cycle repeated itself for a while, until one day...

    A new Dojo opened in the city where Sayuri lived. It was named...the Drunkard's Dojo. Some people where intrigued by the name, and some others (martial artists) tried to make fun of it by challenging the master and sole member of the dojo, and attempting to defeat him. But it didn't go like they had planned.

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    The masked master of the Dojo was incredibly strong. He'd defeat multiple accomplished martial artists at once, using his unusual style, one which imitated a drunkard. Sayuri would watch the duels in awe. That martial art was, in her eyes, spectacular. She wanted to learn it. Multiple other people wanted as well, but they were all refused. In Sayuri's case, however...

    "Please make me your deciple!"
    "Ok."

    Neither Sayuri nor any of the other people there were expecting such a quick and positive response. The master probably saw something in Sayuri. What it was, it was of no matter to the young girl. She was happy. Someone finally accepted her as a disciple. And thus her days training under master Zaryu began.

    Some years later, Sayuri became 18, and her beauty knocked out most men who set their eyes upon her. But she didn't care. She was dedicated towards martial arts, and was not interested in marriage at that point. On the other hand, she still loved to tease men, and women as well...

    The Drunkard Dojo had a new member. A young man of Sayuri's age, named Saruyan. He was a bit of a whimp, but he wanted to grow stronger, to be able to protect those he loved.

    "You will be a great husband some day, Saruyan-kun"
    "H-husband? I, I...th-thank you Jigokumeguri-san, I..."
    "Why are you so stiff and formal? Sayuri-san is fine. Or...Sayuri-chan if you'd prefer, nya."
    "C-chan?"

    The young man fainted. Sayuri was confused. Could that even be called a tease?

    One year later...

    Sayuri discovered something shocking. As she used Silent Night to sneak upon her master and surprise him, she saw "him" without a mask...

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    Her master was actually a woman. That she did not expect. Zaryu eventually told her everything. Sayuri vowed to keep the secret.

    Two years later...

    The authorities found out about Zaryu and she was killed. She was a woman who dared to open a dojo and act like a man, and also a criminal who dared to get out of the country in the past. To them she brought dishonour.

    Sayuri went missing, and apparently no one knew where she went...

    Present day...

    Sayuri drifted from one place to another, until she reached West Blue.
     
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    • Aoitsu Abunaikotsuki
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    Full Name
    Aoitsu Abunaikotsuki

    Nickname (Optional)
    Aoi

    Gender
    Male

    Age
    24

    Physical description
    Aoitsu, has normal shade blue hair that's quite thick, as if he had used a thing of gel first thing in the morning.
    Aoitsu has round, blood shot crimson eyes. Don't mistaken him, as some sort of vampire or demon though when in battle he seems to give off that vibe. He dons a deep blue, ultramarine, skin tight armor that supports him in battle. but not enough from the sea's that drenched with over powered opponents. In addition he wears his family earrings, which contains a silver coated color.

    Height
    6'1
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    Personality
    Aoitsu is a righteous, deadly worrier. Don't take him, as if he's an antagonist of a story of some sort. He just have that will to fight, as he is considered a scouter, and also a bounty hunter. Aoitsu would play around from time to time until shit gets serious, the vibe he feels from a try hard person who seeks victory. Aoitsu doesn't seek fair play, and would take whatever opportunity he can to strike his prey. Rather it be some local that someone hired aoitsu to kill and, when they're not paying much attention he stings like a bee by using his blood red staff, that is even longer than he is with the blade at the end that is quite sharp.

    He's quite gentle in disposition, with a hard strong body. Aoitsu is a balanced worrier who believes in a sense of justice. He simply enjoys fighting worthy opponents, weak or strong with a good will. He's also very easy to get along with. He doesn't kill innocent people, but rather bystander's that're in his way. He respects the rules that has been given to him unless otherwise, he regrets none of the things he committed in life that's just how he is, you can't just change him.

    Aoitsu is noble, and doesn't take shit from people who jokes, or betraying his trust not even from people that he thinks that're close to him, not even from his parents. Aoitsu enjoys flirting with cute girls, fishing, and hunting. He loses his cool whenever someone calls him a dog. He would do whatever it takes in battle to see the end of it.

    Likes​
    • Hunting
    • Fishing
    • Girls
    Dislikes​
    • Being called a dog
    • bystanders
    Character Strengths
    Aoitsu is a supportive person, especially with people that is lower than him. He doesn't mind helping them in battle.

    Aoitsu is a very good communicator, which is quite valuable in team organized fights.

    Character Flaws
    Aoitsu is a free spirit, and playful man towards his opponent. He doesn't care about the shape, or size of them. This could be his downfall, as most people tend to be serious in fights though sometimes he isn't.

    Aoitsu isn't very careful when he feels like he has the upper edge in the fight, as he will slip up eventually.

    Potential Position
    TBD

    How do you fight?
    Aoitsu is quite agile. As a staff wielder you're limited to do such tricks that a swordsman, or whatever you're. His style of fighting resembles to that of sung wukong, an ancient figure. Though aoitsu can come up with jaw dropping moves, as he fights. Such as being able to move a strike of a sword from the side with his staff, and either kick, or palm his opponents. There's many things you can witness from this man.

    Unique Abilities (if any)

    Bad Health - Aoitsu spear/staff is a cursed weapon that was made somewhere unknown that his father gave him. The spear holds the ability to conflict any wound that he gives to his opponent, and cannot be healed which is known as bad health.

    Heart Stealer - by giving the blade of his spear an extra length increasing the damage that can be dealt if he chooses to slice his way through things like bolders, or penetrate the opponents defense. He adds his red aura onto the blade, which gives it a wider appearance. This form is only meant to strike at the opponents heart.

    Noble Geo Strike - By putting almost all of his energy into his spear, the aura covering the spear increases it's size, as it would be as large as a missle. Carring massive attack power, and with his strength that doubles his chances of piercing his opponent if thrown hard enough.

    Weapons Carried
    A long cursed spear. (As of now)

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    Backstory (3 paragraph minimum)
    Born by a good mother, and a well mannered father. Life was pretty easy on his hand, in a noble home somewhere in dawn island. Dawn island is also where the gao kingdom rest, aoitsu knows his way around the kingdom thanks to his dad who has a shop inside of the kingdom that he manages. The shop is organized with well crafted weapons from people who craft them from different minerals. The shop is where aoitsu had gotten is staff from, its not like any other staff like those basic wooden ones. It's pretty damn durable, and hard to break unless you're some sort of king, or a certain devil fruit user. Other than that you won't have a good time trying to break it.

    As a little kid aoitsu likes to mettle around with stuff, like most kids would do. His mother would take him to events like fighting events, as the host would give out special prizes usually the rare ones like the so called devil fruit that he doesn't know much about. He was quite interested in it actually, so he wanted to study it for himself at the age of 12. Aoitsu wanted to train when he entered the age of 15, because he assumes (Which might be true). That there are people that are at least a few years older than him, are quite strong.

    His father wasn't quite sure about the idea, but his mother approved of aoitsu mind set. All men should start out strong, however it is their own choice rather they want to be the man who travels the seven seas with his crew, or under someone, or just be someones house wife for who knows how long they want to live. So without a doubt the decision was made, and his training began under someone his father seemed close with. He's apart of the marines, so without a doubt the training will be difficult.

    The man that's training aoitsu abunaikotsuki has a strange ability within him, like most people they call them users of haki, though it isn't like its completely noticeable. It's like dropping a penny in an ocean, and you can't even tell how deep it went, or if it even made it that far since the deep ocean has a surprisingly strong water pressure that even a submarine will tar apart. After many days of training until he hit 16, he then finally was able to feel it. Though it isn't much, since he still has many ways to go.

    In order to test how much progress aoitsu had gained, a fight was introduced. The only thing out of it was respect, and probably able to control the use of haki he has. Once the fight began, much struggle was built from aoitsu. This was his first ever fight, even with the methods he was taught to learn, there wasn't much of a good possibility to win. Yes he landed a few hits, and scratches from the blade of his staff, but it wasn't enough to overwhelm the marine. Hours into the fight, trees servery cut from its existence, droplets of blood almost everywhere, and you see a tired some aoitsu just on one knee, as his staff was supporting him. No sign of giving up, so the marine took his time to prepare for an attack, and once the attack was made suddenly he uses the busoshoku haki to block his attack with his hand.

    The marine was amazed, and was also proud of it, so they took a break, as the marine carried him home. After some years later (23). Aoitsu is just there feeling the evening breeze, living life.​
     
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    • Ace Wakamoto
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    • Full Name:
    Ace Wakamoto

    Gender
    Male

    Age
    19

    Physical description:
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    Belonging to the Mink tribe Ace's body is covered in fur. Ace is a wolf mink and so he bares sharp claws and fangs aswell as a puffy tail. He has hazel eyes and white fur, but he died the top of his head blue to give himself a more human like hair appearance. He usually dons a full suit, but rarely ever wears shoes, as the claws on his toes usually ruin the shoes. He also carries a pocket watch that you may usually see sticking out of the pocket in his vest.

    Height:
    5'10"

    Personality (one paragraph minimum):
    Ace is a free spirit, he isn't very serious. Ace likes to joke around and not take things seriously, and he isn't one to follow someones orders. He more or less does what he wants when he wants not taking others. He believes that experience is the only true way of learning and those with out experience will not survive n this world. He is also very brave, he would prefer to face a enemy head on rather than sneak up on them or take the stealthy way. He also believes that he is very classy and that he is a romantic, although his skills at romance kind of suck.

    Likes:
    Cooking
    Food
    Being with friends
    The water (swimming)

    Dislikes:
    People who think hes a monster
    wasting food
    loud noises
    people who don't think he's classy

    Character Strengths (these should NOT be all physical strengths!):
    Great Sense of Smell
    Great sense of Hearing
    Very Smart
    He's fast
    Strong to cold due to fur coat

    Character Flaws (these should be equivalent in magnitude to strengths):
    Doesn't have as much Physical strength as most humans
    Terrified of loud noises (EX: Fireworks, LIghtning)
    Weak to heat due to his thick fur coat
    Any gases will have a quicker effect on him due to his better sense of smell.

    Potential Position:
    Cook
    Fighter

    How do you fight?:
    Ace has a style of fighting that pertains to his abilities. He uses a fast succession of attacks and he uses he claws and sharp teeth to maul and bite his enemies. He can also use the electro ability all minks have and channel it into a staff he carries.

    Unique Abilities (if any):
    Hes a wolf, so he has claws and teeth if that counts as unique. He also posses the electro ability all minks have

    Weapons Carried:
    an electro channelling staff

    Backstory (3 paragraph minimum):
    Born atop the great elephant Zou in the New world Ace never got to explore much as a child, always stuck on the back of this giant elephant. He hated being suck in one place all the time and always tried to leave. When he was only six he got down to the foot of Zou before his father managed to catch him. Even though he hated being there Ace was taught how to hunt, cook, and fight. His cooking skills exceeded any others on Zou and His fighting skills weren't bad either.

    By the time he was 16 he decided that he would leave Zou once and for all, with out being caught. He devised a plan and managed to steal a boat to get away in. He left in the middle of the night while his father slept only leaving a note on the table for him. He travelled for days in his little boat in the new world, braving the violent seas that the new world had to offer. he made it past the red line and over into paradise. it the took him a year to leave the grandline and head into the west blue with permission from the world government.

    Most islands and villages he went to hated him for his appearance, calling him a monster and such. He worked mostly on ships, mainly pirate ships, as a cook. He met some pretty shaddy characters and some evil people, but work was work. He was happy to explore around a place he had never been to before. the last ship he worked on never went over well. He went to sleep one night and while he was asleep the crew carried him off and put him in a barrel and floated him off. he was left for dead, waiting for another ship to come by or for him to find land.
     
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    • Ashizaki
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    • Full Name: Ashizaki


    Nickname: Samurai Hunter, Viking Sword


    Gender: Male


    Age: 17


    Physical description:​
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    Height: 183cm​


    Personality:

    In all honesty, Ashizaki is a cool character with a fondness for the "Way of the sword" and Samurai. Although he's often seen disrespecting both giving those around him the impression that he's a hypocrite. Which isn't too far off from describing him as a whole, making him a toughie when it comes to understanding or figuring him out. He's quite the mysterious person and does not resist any claims or counter-claims anyone might have about him. In fact, he bathes in rumors, and together with his sarcasm, he can become a real headache. "I'm not a liar, but most of my words have no meaning. I'm not a friend, but my blade knows no enemy. I'm not a hero, but a helping hand isn't beneath me. What am I?"

    Overconfidence is one of his best qualities as it allows him to face any situation at any time, showcasing his well-developed adaptability. Other than that, Ashizaki is a very fair and thoughtful person, who wouldn't give helping another much thought before actually going in, but it must be said that he's no fool, as he knows who, when and where. Not to mention his observational prowess that plays a big role in his unique ability that got him his nicknames. "Nice shot, would've probably hit me if I didn't try but, ehhh..--Nice shot."

    It's been hinted at that Ashizaki is a little bit of a sadist when it comes to the use of his talents in battle, which happens to be the core reason for the hatred that burnt at his heels when he was still a student at his master's dojo. He's also a very mean guy when he's ready, and with his main motivator being to find his parents killer, he can get ruthless if angered or if he encounters anything remotely related to the murderer he's hunting. "Heheheh...--Got this one from my old dojo."

    Ashizaki knows where his loyalties lay and is a pretty reasonable guy, who may or may not give off an intimidating vibe. He doesn't have any friends, and the closest thing to love he ever felt was the fatherly bond he shared with his master. Hence his protectiveness of those close to him and the possible desperation he has towards finding the one who took away his family. He's relatively friendly and ignoring his appearance, normally comes off as a socially interactive being. "Hey, waiting on the next ship too or just enjoying the view?"


    Likes:
    Most juices
    Most snacks
    Good battles
    Real friendship
    Cool moves and sword techniques
    Roaming wild and free
    Overcast days
    Sailing the sea
    Samurai

    Dislikes:

    Alcohol
    Smoking
    Bitter drinks
    Unfairness
    Cheated fights
    Things that limit his freedom
    Anything that hinders his goal
    Sword-based moves he can't steal
    Rainy, Sunny and Stormy days
    Show-offs/Braggers

    Character Strengths:

    He exercises self-control
    Severely skilled swordsman
    Extremely loyal
    Physically and Mentally fit
    Great sense of observation
    Very Adaptable

    Character Flaws:

    Uncontrollable if enraged
    Can be very mean
    Easily misunderstood
    Unpredictable
    Isn't as competent in combat without sword
    Mysterious
    He doesn't hesitate to steal the moves of comrades
    Killing isn’t foreign to him

    Potential Position: Fighter


    How do you fight?: ​

    Ashizaki's style of fighting is with his training sword, where he performs various moves, styles, and techniques he stole from others. Bending them to his will and with the added but rare bonus effect of making the original owner of the move incapable of using it during the fight due to him changing its rhythm to suit himself, thus breaking the stolen technique and making it his own. Though there are rare moments where he'll duplicate the technique exactly as it was done or do it even better.



    Unique Abilities:


    Pillage: The ability to use any sword-based move after seeing it once, making slight alterations to it and making it his own.

    Portray: The ability to use any sword-based move exactly as it was used after seeing it once.

    Weapons Carried

    Training Sword “This is my main weapon, got a problem with that?” (The weapon that was given to all beginner swordsmen at his master’s dojo, its length that of a regular Katana, while the handle and scabbard are of a tough wood.)
    Kiri no eko “None of your business punk, now draw the blade or get played.” (A cursed ōdachi bestowed upon him by his master after his training at the dojo was completed.)
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    Backstory

    Five years ago, Ashizaki’s parents were murdered one late night and awoken by the screams and skin crawling sounds of people clearly in pain, he was able to catch a long dreaded glimpse of the killer. It was then that his path to vengeance began, as after 3 hours of crying over their torn bodies he finally accepted their deaths, swearing upon his hopes and dreams among other things that he would find the one that slain them and have them pay with their own life. Eventually, his parents were buried at a long sorrowful funeral, and like many others, he left flowers and cherished items they left behind by their graves. It was clear that he wasn’t the only one that cared and acknowledged their existence, but he was the only one that had planned for retribution.

    Ashizaki spent six whole years at an orphanage where he and many other children were taken care of. In fact, within first few weeks he’d been there he managed to fit himself in the mix. He was the loner, and he’d spend all his time away from others—unless it was dinner time, as for that one everyone was present at the big dining room table. The only contact or interactions he made with others were out of politeness and respect, as his time consisted of individual training of swordsmanship with a stick in the play-yard by the guidance of a samurai book he found in the library.

    Ashizaki also learned about the one that killed his parents via rumors and a wanted poster; Saul “Serial Killer” Jackson, a man notorious for the slayings of many over the years. The flame in his heart burned red as he familiarized himself with a boy sharing the same last name as Saul, but despite that, Ashizaki realized how much he reminded him of himself, and ended up making his first friend. The two soon became very close, as the circle of friendship grew with another boy called Johannes who too wanted to become a strong swordsman and a girl known as Latash, who wanted to become a ninja of the sea.

    Soon after, they went their separate ways as Ashizaki’s uncle took him under his wing as a student of his dojo where he properly learned the “Way of the sword”. Upon first arrival, he spent a few months doing daily chores, tasks and taking jobs assigned by his uncle, which included but weren’t limited to: Sweeping the floors 5-50 times, mopping the floors 10-100 times, waxing the floors till you could see your reflection, pulling the weeds in the garden, watering the plants, cutting the grass, Carrying buckets of water, and cooking. At first he was skeptical about the immense amount he had to do in one day, but he never complained, and he followed the schedule set by his master with diligence, following up with great results.

    Physical training began as his motivation to appease his family’s eternal rest continued pushing him, as his schedule now contained weight lifting, going out on runs, and other related activities. His speed and strength now at the levels of an experienced Samurai, his master decided it was time to use the training sword with the rest of the class. Though by the time he got the sword, everyone else had earned their personal weapons and most of them had already developed their own styles, leaving the fresh Ashizaki at a major disadvantage, but unlike them, he had a secret weapon that he’d been nurturing since the orphanage. In his first battle, he copied one of the opponent’s moves, took them by surprise and finished them with an attack from the Samurai book.

    The master was extremely impressed by the execution and the forms of which were used by both of his students. He was a very proud somewhat old man. From there Ashizaki continued training with his fellow swordsmen, only getting better each day. One year later, he was engaged in combat with one of his seniors, and they were showcasing a scary technique that he himself was heavily damaged by throughout the fight, causing him to become impatient and use a slightly messed up version of the attack. Of course, after seeing how it was used, the swordsman was unable to utilize his attack and ended up barely being taken out by Ashizaki. Now, this didn’t sit well with the others, and led to bad blood between them, as seeing another copy and steal the moves they spent most of their lives perfecting only made them enraged and they started to turn a blind eye to Ashizaki. Completely ignoring his challenges, and calling him a copycat, skill-less hack, and a thief. He embraced it all tightly and was soon hated by everyone in the dojo except his uncle.

    Ashizaki was now seventeen years old and was deemed worthy of wielding the sacred blade of the dojo traditionally passed down from master to master. Although with the cursed sword he gave him a warning and a speech on when to draw it, knowing what emotional problems his nephew was incurring and the quest for vengeance he set out on. Nevertheless, he gave the boy his best wishes. Stopping by the graves of his parents he told them of all the things he’d done and all he’d learned and how he had achieved part of his childhood dream to become a Samurai one day before taking off for the port.

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    • Jofa K. Horne
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    • Jofa K. Horne
    Jofa the Jester​


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      Physical Description:       Jofa's appearance is similar to that of a magician or jester. He is tall and has light skin and a fairly toned stature. His hair is a bright red, which makes him stand out in any crowd and the tattoos on his face don't help either. His nails are sharpened to a perfect point which makes him look even more odd. His past has shaped him into a fit young man with acrobatic skills. In addition to the two tattoos on his face, he has one of a small skull on his right bicep.

      Gender:       Male

      Age:       21

      Height:       6'2"

      Weight:       200 lbs

      Likes

      - Performing card tricks
      - Carrots
      - Winning
      - Experiencing new things
      - Exercise; specifically cardio
      - Studying Devil Fruits

      Dislikes

      - Marines
      - Losing
      - Child Abuse

      Character Strengths

      - Determined
      - Acrobatic & Fast
      - Quick Thinker
      - Good at stealing

      Character Flaws

      - Uncomfortable to be around
      - High Temper
      - Mood Swings
      - Over Confident

     
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    • Swift Shade
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    • Name: Swift Shade

    Nickname: The Reaper of the West Blue

    Gender: Male

    Age: 28

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    Physical description: Swift is dark skinned man with slim.muscler body. He has wild bunch of white hair that he chooses not mess with. He wears a traditional clothes of his family that are a darkish blue. Finally he wears a pair of iron bracers and a pair of his classic red rimmed sunglasses.

    Height: 6’2

    Personality: Swift is a interest man. He fights like an assassin but act more like a hitman. What I mean by that is while many of the assassins from his family are more silent, serious, and professional with a solid set of rules they don't break, Swift is different story. Starting from his childhood and progressing over time Swift has become a smart mouth whose serious only when it comes to money with only a few rules he hasn't broken and lines he hasn't crossed.

    Be it because of his regular drinking or because he doesn't care he regularly makes smart mouth comments to both his enemies, friends and employers. Though the comments made to his "friends" and employer wouldn't be as harsh as the ones made to enemies and people he dislikes. He currently has no really goal in life so the only time he is serious is when it comes to money, because without money he cgo't get his alcohol, take care of his weapons right, and travel often for work. While most assassins in his profession or at least in his family have rules and lines they don't break or cross Swift over the years has only one rule he has not broken and that's not killing kids.

    His life is like a roller coaster. Without a real dream or goal in life he goes from job to job and bounty to bounty more randomly then with amy real plan. Off work he regularly drinks when he's not taking care of his weapons. He does almost nothing else except travel from island to island to do his work. Outside he maybe very confident but inside he's just a lost wander.

    Likes: His scythe, hard earned money, a hard target, a good looking pair of shades, doing his job, money, clients who pay well, finishing off his targets and alcohol (more precisely a brand of sake from his former island home called "Hell's spice").

    Dislikes: Others touching his weapons, handouts, disappointing opponents, anyone messing with his hair, his former family, hangovers, using guns, cheap clients, and spiders.

    Character Strengths: Skilled in the use of a scythe and throwing knifes

    Expert when comes stealth

    Quick on his feet

    Fairly clever

    Great at negotiation, especialy when he has the other party on the end of his scythe

    Knows hows to travel around the Grand Line

    Has many contact, mostly former employers

    Character Flaws:
    Better at dodging then taking damage.

    Overconfident in his skills.

    Can't do much harm to heavy armed opponents in a regular fight.

    Usually ends up killing his opponents/targets even when he's told not to

    Pretty greedy

    Alcoholic who gets drunk surprisingly easy

    Enjoys making authority figures, mostly those he dislikes, angry

    He's scared of spiders and will go out his way to kill small ones and run away from giant ones.

    Potential Position: Assassin/Fighter

    How do you fight?: Swift was trained how to use a scythe from a very young age. So he is very capable of using it in a variety of ways as well as his throwing knifes. He prefers to use assassination techniques mainly to sneak up on opponents and finishing them quickly. Some of those are slicing their throats from behind with a knife, beheading with the scythe, and throwing knifes from a distance into targets throats or vital organs. Of course when stealth is not a option Swift is still very capable. Swift will keep small distance between him and his opponent and avoid as many attacks as possible. Then when he sees an opening, be it his opponent pausing for a second or there's a tree branch he can slice off to make it fall onto his opponent's head, he takes. Swift doesn't fight fair and will do almost anything to come out on top in a fight.

    Though while it seems he maybe invincible, he's not. His overconfidence can make him take a bad chance and when he fails because of that he could be easily caught off guard by his opponent. Then alcohol and trying being stealthy is not a good mix. The more drunk he is the worst he gets at dodging and sneaking. Even when he's sober he still can't dodge everything even if he wants to, some attacks can't be dodge or dodged easily. Then against more armored opponents unless he gets the drop on them and fines a weak point in the armor he would be at a big disadvantage. It's only so long he can dodge before he gets hit and when he does it hurts, bad.

    Unique Abilities: None as of yet.

    Weapons Carried: A scythe (Shadow Bringer), smoke bombs, and throwing knifes
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    Backstory: Swift was born to a long line of assassins in the Grand Line. His parents were on the lower end of the hierarchy of the family, made to do more of the lower class and lease paying jobs. Be that as it may they were happy enough just serving the head of the family. But their ten year old boy Swift, not so much. He trained day and night in the art of stealth and the use a scythe and throwing knifes. All to get a better ranking in the family to avoid ending up like his parents, at the bottom of the family hierarchy. Even as he passed many of the other children in skill he still didn't get any recognition for it except a few pats on the back from his parents.

    His disrespect and dislike started from this point as his elders ignored him even though he seemed to be getting better then the other kids his age. It never became a problem though until he was eighteen when he had enough. After finishing a low class job that payed next to nothing he marched straight to head of the family's office and demanded he either to start getting better jobs or he was leaving. The head of family course didn't like to be spoken to like that as well as the disrespect that came with it. So to make example of Swift to avoid this in the future he banished Swift from the family and the island.

    Swift was given twelve hours to pack his things and leave the island. After leaving he made is way to the west blue for a fresh start. In the ten years sense then he has done well for himself. He has turned in hundreds of bounties, mostly with dead bodies, and done many "side jobs" for marines and pirates alike. From those deeds he got his nickname "The Reaper of the West Blue".
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    • Shelvin Mack
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    • Full Name
    Shelvin Mack

    Nickname (Optional)
    Big Mack

    Gender
    Male

    Age
    22

    Physical description
    Shelvin is a large man with a well muscled look. His skin tone is a light complexion with a hint of tanning to it. His eyes are a warm chocolate brown and match well with his combed back black hair. His eyebrows are thick. His nose is rather large as are his lips.
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    Height
    6'8

    Personality (one paragraph minimum)
    Mack is the strong, silent type. He prefers actions rather than words. Mack is socially awkward so in conversation he tends not to talk as much. He also hates small talk as he was never good at it. Mack is protective and devoted to friends because of his nature. He can't help but care about people. He always has.

    Likes
    -Swimming
    -Surfing
    -Fighting
    -Traveling
    -Shelvin loves watching the sunrise and sunset since he rarely had time to as he grew up
    -Shelvin picked up his mother's strange love for chocolate covered pickles
    Dislikes
    -Those who hurt innocents
    -Those who hurt his friends
    -Slavery (he is not a slave nor was a slave ever)
    -Celestial Dragons
    -Birds or any other flying creatures
    -Heights because he is afraid of them

    Character Strengths (these should NOT be all physical strengths!)
    Mack is not easily intimidated and can continue to think in the face of overwhelming odds.
    Mack is not easily manipulated and does not give into pack mentality.
    Mack is incredibly strong and athletic.

    Character Flaws (these should be equivalent in magnitude to strengths)
    Mack cannot fight women or enemies that can imitate children.
    Mack can be reckless when fighting if it means protecting his friends.
    Because of his large, bulky body Mack is more likely to take hits than dodge them which can lead to more damage taken.
    Mack is quite fast for someone his size, but the longer the battle the more he will slow down. Also, Mack isn't suited to longer fights unless they are knockdown drag out brawls. More skillful and dodgy affairs are his weakness.
    Potential Position
    Rigger/Anchor Raiser..?/Cook/Networker?/

    How do you fight?
    Mack is training in boxing and kickboxing. He utilizes his war hammer in combat. Mack mainly fights unarmed because of his immense strength. He utilizes his war hammer for bigger and bulkier foes.
    Set Up and Serve- Mack kicks his opponent into the air, jumps up to their level, and slams them down into the ground with his hands in a club
    Jawbreaker- Mack slams his palm into the opponent's chest creating a little separation then slams his palm into their jaw in quick succession landing a devastating one two
    Brute-A-Baga- Mack knees the opponent in the face, brings both of his elbows down on the opponent's shoulders, headbutts them, and finishes the combo by slamming them into the ground by their neck
    Tekkai- Mack braces himself for the opponent's attack. Using this he can handle a great deal of damage.
    Flying Punch- Mack jumps up and punches the opponent in the face
    Unique Abilities (if any)
    Somewhat unreal strength
    Weapons Carried
    A war hammer

    Backstory (3 paragraph minimum)
    Shelvin Mack was born to Staff Sergeant Melissa Mack and Commodore Jim Mack (I hope you don't mind these marine ranks). From an early age, he was trained somewhat ruthlessly by his father who hated pirates with a passion. They would train for 12 hours each day, pushing Shelvin past his limits physically and occasionally mentally. In the evenings, he would help his mom cook and clean the house. At the age of 12, Jim started teaching Shelvin to box and kickbox. However, he only could teach Shelvin halfway before he was killed while repelling a pirate attack on their home island.

    After his father's death, Shelvin maintained the regiment that his father set out for him, making the proper adjustments when needed. His mother was greatly saddened by his father's death, but also became determined to teach Mack how to defend himself fully. Shelvin finished his training under his mother for his remaining time at home. Once he had mastered both arts, he revealed to his mother his plans to become a pirate. This lead to a huge fight between the two, leading to Mack packing a bag and leaving. He was 18.

    During his past four years of traveling, Mack has changed. He was stripped of the last bits of his naivete in encounters with crooked marines and a slave auction featuring a particularly cruel Celestial Dragon. Mack informally joined crews from time to time, but never seemed to find the right one. So, he became known as a journeyman and continue traveling alone making various connections and brushing shoulders with many who would be useful later.​
     
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    • Dedric Olari
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    • The botanist's child

    Basic​

    Full Name: Dedric Olari

    Nickname: None

    Gender: Male

    Age:21

    Looks:
    Dedric is by no means a big man. He is rather petite for a man his age, standing just short of 5'7 with a rather slim build, and thanks to his lack of height and build he often gets mistaken for an 18, maybe even a 16-year-old. Dedric has a set of dark blue eyes and shoulder length brown hair with a few lighter whips here and there. He can often be seen wearing a white long-sleeved shirt, a black vest, and some black pants.

    Personality​
    Personality:
    Dedric is a calm, collected but still adventures guy that isn't afraid to get a bit bruised and dirty if gets him closer to his goal. He has strong ties to most of his family and misses them, he even feels a bit proud to bear the Olair name, even if it has fallen from grace thanks to his father. Speaking of his father, Dedric is quick to anger if the topic of his father ever comes up, he feels life would be much better if he never had to hear that man's name again.

    Dedric isn't a huge fan of pirates, but he would side with them any day if it meant taking down the Marines that ruined his family. He tries his best to stay calm around Marines, but he would be lying if he said he didn't feel a slight urge to poke them with his rapier.


    Likes:
    + Reading
    + Coffee, the darker the better.
    + Men
    + Plants
    + Music
    + Butterflies
    + Sweets/Cakes

    Dislikes
    - His father
    - Devil fruits
    - Fish
    - Rough seas
    - Alcohol
    - Marines
    - Cooking

    Character Strengths:
    +Patient and determined. Dedric is in no rush to finish his goal, but he will get there in the end.
    +Medical knowledge. Dedric has some general medical knowledge because of his upbringing.
    +Fast. Dedric might not run far, but he will run fast.
    +Knows his limits. Dedric believes that actions speak for themselves and that there is no point in braging if you can not follow it up.
    +Loves to learn. Dedric is more than down for spending a few hours learning new or sharpining his existing skills.

    Character Flaws:
    -Not a great fighter. He lacks brute strength and stamina for long head-on encounters. The fact that he has no combat training doesn't help either.
    -Willing to do anything to achieve his goals. There are few things that Dedric won't do if he thinks it will help him exact his revenge.
    -Navigating. He can find his way on land, but maps and compasses? Ehh, no.
    -Easily enraged. While Dedric might be calm and relaxed most of the time, he will quickly lash out if provoked or pushed into a corner.
    - A bit gullible. Dedric is a bit too trusting of others, leading to him be rather easily deceived or cheated.

    Combat​

    Fighting style:
    Dedric isn't much of fighter He lacks the training and stamina for drawn-out sword fights, often choosing more stealthy approaches to avoid head-on confrontations. He stalks and follows his enemies for days, if not weeks, to find ways kill them from the shadows in the form of dirty tricks, sudden knives to the throat or poisons.However, things don't always go down that smoothly, and there have been times where he has been forced to fight. In those situations, he relies heavily upon a set of small daggers that he throws at his enemy before quickly trying to finish the fight using a short rapier.

    Weapons:
    Daggers: Dedric has a set of small daggers. They are usually thrown to inflict a small amount of pain or as distractions so that he can go in for the kill.
    Rapier: Dedric's rapier is rather short, but is sharp enough to easily pierce through skin and flesh.

    Backstory​

    Dedric used to live a comfortable life, surrounded by family and plants. But it only took one person to make all that crumble down.


    Throughout that ages, the Olari family had garnered quite the reputation as botanists, florists, and doctors. They had huge sprawling gardens and hydroponic farms filled with plants, fruits, vegetable, and trees from all over the world; they even had a few plant species that were considered extinct. Each branch of the had their own are to manage and care for, and, well, they all lived a good life on the island. They weren't the richest of the rich but had their health and their family, which was all they ever needed.

    All sorts of people came to the Olari's for treatments and medicine. They always did their best to help, but inevitably there were patients they could nothing for, deaths were rare, but they did occur. It was one such death that started the downfall of the Olari family, because, when a devil fruit user dies, their fruit reincarnates itself into another Fruit of the same kind. The family was aware of this fact, and they had stumbled upon a fruit now and then as patients died on the island. They usually handed them over the Marines as a means to pay taxes, but Dedric's father (Olivier) had other ideas. His idea was to sell them to the pirates and whoever could pay the insane asking price, but that the rest of the family would have exiled him for just mentioning the idea, so, he kept it secret; hiding all the cash and treasure away below one of the hydroponic farms.

    The high demand quickly became an issue, there simply weren't enough natural deaths to keep a steady supply of fruits on hand, and that meant that Olivier had to get a bit hands on. The number of deaths on the island suddenly spiked, especially for devil fruit users, and the family scrambled understand why this was happening. It took the family years before they caught on to Olivier's plans, and by then, it was too late. The Marine had already been there to destroy any plant they considered even remotely dangerous, while also shutting down the family clinic, and arresting anyone that had direct ties to the patients that died. The result of all this was that the Olari family got ripped apart, most of their members went to jail, while the rest split up and traveled across the world, settling far away from on another.

    That was three years ago, and Dedric hasn't seen any of his family members since. His mother and father were both arrested during on of the Marine raids and then killed short after. Dedric knew his father deserved this fate, but his mother? The rest of the family? No, they didn't. So Dedric made a vow, a vow to kill every pirate, marine and noble his father ever sold a fruit too.


     
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    • Masruemihr
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    • Repost due to forgetting to tag.


    Full Name: Masruemihr


    Gender: Female


    Age: 17


    Physical Description: Masruemihr is not a young woman who looks intimidating at first sight. She wears rainbow-colored socks, that are long enough to reach three inches above her knees, that have rubber boot bottoms so that they don't get torn up from her walking around. She also wears a black skirt that covers the parts of her legs that her socks don't and more, being approximately a foot long. Her upper body is covered with a short sleeved black shirt, a hooded, brown bordered, cream colored poncho that covers her shirt and about an inch of the top of her skirt. Covering the entirety of her right arm and hand are bandages, the color of which may vary, though they tend to be either white or black. Covering her left tricep is a soil brown wrap that has wooden and stone beads over the entirety of it, and they click together when Masruemihr moves her arm quickly. If there is anything she doesn't seem to take off, it's the pair of black and gold gauntlets with clawed fingers, and each finger with the kanji for a term that is similar to Order, and beside it, more kanji, for a term similar to Chaos. On the part covering the backs of her hands, with the kanji for 'Harmony' in white.

    Masruemihr herself has rather pale skin, with ocean blue eyes and jet black hair, and while her height and general build make her look like a child, one need only look closely at her and they will discover that she has built her body like an Olympic athlete, and has definitive muscle.


    Height: 5'2


    Personality: A young woman aching to bring change to the world, Masruemihr is, at heart, kind and good, but due to her previously being in extremely unfavourable circumstances, she hides behind a mask of a carefree psychopath who tends to help other people because, quote, 'she doesn't want to hear them crying or shouting or screaming while she's trying to do something'. She tends to believe that anyone who inherited a position or an object, such as someone becoming a ruler through blood succession, is incompetent unless proof states otherwise. Masruemihr really wants to help people, so much that even thinking of hurting an innocent makes her start dry heaving, and actually hurting an innocent makes her actually throw up, though she hides this by claiming it's a chronic illness. However, if she sees you as someone who the world is better off without, she will add you to The List: a waterproof scroll she carries that has the names of everyone that she feels shouldn't be allowed to live.

    Masruemihr does have her moments when she lets her guard down, such as when playing with one of her many pets, or when she is making or repairing clothing.


    Likes: Making clothes, reading, sweets, bold flavors, most animals, and jerky.


    Dislikes: Royalty, the concept of blood succession, the Marines in general, most pirates, subtle flavors, eating any meat that isn't well done, senseless violence.


    Character Strengths:


    Faster and more agile than most (read: people without Haki, Devil Fruit powers, or aren't well trained/skilled) can deal with without aid.
    Can think on her feet rather well.
    Gifted seamstress.
    Fighting Style made to fool attempts to predict attacks. Doesn't work against Observation Haki due to subconscious thought.
    Seasoned survivalist.
    Strong is an understatement.


    Character Flaws:

    Not particularly strong, in terms of durability. She has stamina, but she can't take many hits.
    Has trouble trusting others.
    Cannot cook anything but jerky without burning it.
    Her appearance is fairly distinctive, so blending in with a crowd without a cloak is not an option.
    Starts having a psychological meltdown when cornered, literally or figuratively.
    Anyone who can keep away from her and attack from afar consistently can wear her down and beat her without much of a fuss if it's a one-on-one fight.
    Could potentially become 'she who fights monsters'


    Potential Position:

    Mascot.Seamstress.Scout.


    How do you fight?:

    Masruemihr's fighting style, dubbed the Harbinger Arts by her ancient ancestors who invented it, revolves around deciding the specifics of an attack a split second before the actual attack, thus preventing people from simply looking at her and predicting how she will attack by how she moves, and using her typically surperior speed, agility, and strength to tear apart any defense or offense an enemy tries to put up, whether with her martial arts, her blade, or even her teeth if need be.


    Unique Abilities: Masruemihr's previously mentioned circumstances forced her to survive in conditions that most humans or fishmen shouldn't have been able to live through. Due to the exact nature of how she survived, she is immune to most poisons or toxins, and has a highly developed immune system in general. Plus, she is able to force herself to move and fight as if she were fresh from a warmup for roughly five minutes, even if she were previously so exhausted she couldn't move. Of course, once she does that she's not going to be able to move much without help for several hours.


    Weapons Carried

    Masruemihr only carries two weapons: the paired clawed gauntlets named Madness of Order and Law of Chaos respectively, and the black bladed Meito known as Guillotine.

    Madness of Order and Law of Chaos are not anything particularly special, except in one regard: the claws on the fingers of the gauntlet so sharp that she can cut into the sides of ships with a simple forward jab with the fingers extended. However, the claws of the gauntlet require consistent maintenance, otherwise they wear down quickly.

    Guillotine is the Hitsujikai's Meito, and has been used by worthy members of the family ever since the very beginning. It is a six foot long, black bladed, 'buster sword' style greatsword, albeit with two spikes sticking out of the side for blocking and stabbing. While not light or easy to carry or conceal, it makes up for that because it is one of the few swords that doesn't break when a Hitsujikai who had mastered the Harbinger Arts style is using their full strength, and is considered one of the most durable swords in the world as a result. Like most Meito, it is much more sharp than a normal sword, but it is not as sharp as some Meito, as a greatsword wasn't going to be used for fancy cuts like a katana would anyways.

    Backstory:

    Born Hitsujikai Kaida, her mother a seamstress and her father the leader of the local militia, she, growing up, wanted to be a member of the Marines, seeing them as heroes. As such, her grandfather taught her a unique fighting style, one developed by their ancestors to be unpredictable and hard to read, known as Harbinger Arts, as he could see from her determination that she would be able to handle the rigorous training it would take to use the style to it's fullest potential. Kaida, on her fifteenth birthday, left to join the Marines, the family blade on her back, books detailing the parts of the Harbinger Arts she had yet to learn and the training necessary to use them properly in a travel bag, as well as a book detailing the family history. In only two years, she had become a Second Lieutenant and was on her way to becoming a legend, but that's when everything started to fall apart, beginning when she came back to her village to celebrate her recent promotion and birthday. One of the gifts she was given was the paired gauntlets her father was known for.

    Before she could celebrate, the village was suddenly assaulted by a large group of bandits, who's tactics and appearances were unsettlingly similar to that of her fellow Marines, and Kaida ended up in the forefront of the fighting. Once the bandits were defeated, she returned to her home only to discover the corpses of most of the villagers, as well as her fatally wounded grandfather, with him revealing the truth that changed everything: the Marines had been the ones behind the attack, and had killed everyone. Deeming it impossible, she went to the base she was stationed at as quickly as possible and was going to ask her commanding officer if he had any idea who was behind the attack, only to spot that her father's head was on a pike sticking out for everyone to see. She quickly fled, with a public announcement marking her as a traitor only a few hours later. She was forced to hide in the vast jungles that made up the wilderness of the island.

    Having had no prior survival training, she was stuck eating venomous snakes, toxic vegetation, and constantly suffering from it because she didn't know to remove the venom sacs, or how to identify which plants could be eaten without harmful effects. This constant suffering, along with being hunted down like a rabid animal by former comrades who voiced their intentions on what they would do to her, lit a spark of hate, despair, and insanity that grew as the time flew, and she finally snapped, at least somewhat, when she learned what they claimed: that she was the one who massacred her village. Having read of the first of her ancestors, the legendary Masruemihr, who destroyed those who had taken her family from her, Kaida took on the name and made her way onto a new island by stealing a small boat from a Marine ship and sailing there.

    Taking her time, she studied the book of history and discovered that her father and grandfather had been pirates, and many of the adults she had grown up knowing as a child were once part of their crew. She aquired sturdy materials, with which she made her current outfit after some trial and error, as she hadn't made clothes since she was helping her mother in the shop when she was ten. She has spent a few months away from her home island, waiting for the right moment to strike.


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    • Jacqueline Seraph
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    • Full Name: Jacqueline Seraph

    Nickname: Jackie the Ripper

    Gender: Female

    Age: 19

    Physical description:

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    Jacqueline has purple hair and blue eyes. She usually wears a sailor uniform, but with shorts underneath. She usually has a moon shaped pin in her hair, and wears who gauntlets which contain her Urumi, which she refers to as her wings. Three of the bladed whips are within each gauntlet, for a total of six. Other than that though she'll really just wear whatever covers her enough. Fashion is not one of her main concerns. She does however contain a backpack with basic supplies.

    Height: 5ft 9 inches.

    Personality: Determination. This is both a blessing and a curse for Jacqueline. When she has a goal, she will pursue it relentlessly as if she was a starving beast hunting for its' next kill. She is not above lying to herself if that's what it takes to justify her actions, and her mentality can easily become distorted when her goals are involved. Otherwise however, she is quite kind and amicable to those who she considers human. To those she considers inhuman however, she believes that they're a sentient plague. At the end of they day however, she's a distorted girl who honestly believes that she's doing the right thing to protect humanity.

    Likes: Stories, jokes, games, and being around happy people.

    Dislikes: Monsters, Devil Fruits, Exploitation, and people getting in the way.

    Character Strengths: She can shrug off most forms of intimidation due to her determination. She is also a gifted swimmer and can hold her breath underwater for quite a bit. Moreover, Jackie also possesses a brilliant tactical mind which has come in handy on several occasions. Jacqueline is also an acrobat in a way, and knows basically parkour whatever it's called in the One Piece world. She puts these acrobatic and movement skills to good use in combination with her "Wings" and other factors during battle.

    Character Flaws: You know, her determination also can get in the way at times. If she becomes absorbed in completing a task she can become fanatical and focused on that entirely. That tunnel vision can lead to her neglecting new factors which arise in the situation. She also believes that her actions are justified mostly, which makes her think that it's ok to casually slander people who she believes are disgusting inhuman scum. Usually these people are those with plenty of power to back that up. Also Jacqueline is VERY guilty of binary thinking, ironically for such a bright girl. IF something is good, then it is blessed. If something is neutral, that's fine. If something is evil, it has to die, preferably slowly and painfully. Maybe not at that exact moment, but she won't forget. She never forgets evil.

    Potential Position: Chef, soldier, mercenary, it's all the same to her really.

    How do you fight?: With her Urumi gauntlets. They're basically retractable whip blades, with three on each gauntlet. Other than that, she's a pragmatist, using whatever is available in the situation. She is very practical. One of her favorite tricks is dragging Devil Fruit users into the ocean since she can swim and they cannot. She will exploit the situation to her benefit because she has to win no matter what if she is to purify the world of its' curse.

    Unique Abilities: She is adept in Urumi combat, and also a pretty good cook.

    Weapons Carried: Her "wings" and a few daggers.

    Backstory: Jacqueline was born as the eldest daughter of the Seraph family, a wealthy noble family living on a peaceful island. Unlike some nobles who were complete monsters, the Seraph family instilled in their children that it was their duty to protect and care for their people. Because of this, everyone on this island got along swimmingly.

    This all changed when the pirates attacked. An entire crew of pirates backed by what she saw as unnatural powers attacked the island and captured the inhabitants, that is the ones who were not killed out right. By sheer chance, Jacqueline was undiscovered in her hiding spot, but this memory would haunt her forever. These monsters had taken everything from her. Then it hit her, this probably meant nothing to them. These inhuman freaks had probably done this millions of times before all over the world. Over the next few weeks as the girl learned how to survive, this thought would eat at her and drive her mad. It would not be long before she took the urumi gauntlets, the "wings" of the Seraph family from their resting place in the ruins of her house. She would begin training with them immediately.

    Years later Jacqueline left her island, vowing to return another day. She would learn about the Devil Fruits and the powers which they granted. Putting two and two together she would realize that this was most likely the cause of the massacre of her island. And so Jacqueline vowed to find the source of the Devil Fruits and destroy it. Along the way, she would purge the world of any inhuman scum that she could find. To her, one who willingly ate the forbidden fruit gave up their rights as a human, and couldn't complain for being slaughtered. The times which she succeeded were what gave her the name Jacqueline the Ripper. Not that she succeeded every single time, but it was enough to give her a reputation as a merciless killer who targeted pirates. Funny how her exorcisms were interpreted.

    But you know what they say about he who fights monsters. If you stare too long into the abyss, it will stare back into you.
     
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    • Melody Chia-ros
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    • Full Name Melody Chia-ros

    Nickname (Optional): Phantom

    Gender: Female

    Age: 19

    Physical description: She has snow white hair that glistens in moon light and crimson red eyes than seem to shine in the dark, she usually wears a ragged old black cloak with a hoodie that is torn and worn out almost like it was the cloak of the grim reaper itself. Under the cloak she wore a black vest that is usually unbuttoned so she binds her chest with bandages. she normally wears shorts that are somewhat loose on her so she ties the side up so they don't fall down to her ankles. The reason she wears such loose clothing is cause of the cloak, she tries to avoid sunlight as it burns her pale ghostly skin too easy as she is capable of getting heat stroke from the heat trapped under the cloak if worn heavy clothes under it. She carries around a huge scythe on her back, it has a black handle and at the top of it is a skull with the blade of the scythe coming out of the back of the head. Her appearance tends to make people think she is a phantom.

    Height: 4 foot 4

    Personality: She is an odd girl, she has a lack of emotions as she has a hard time showing them around people, even tho she doesn't show emotions, she loves cute things such as cats, rabbits and stuffed animals.
    She want to help others like how she never got help in her past and she has odd tendencies like playing with a creepy doll she carries around that looks like her. She has a hard to being around making new friends cause of her lack of emotions, people misunderstood her so it is hard for her to make friends cause of that

    Likes: Cute toys, Scaring others, fighting, Reading, Writing

    Dislikes: Scary things, bugs, snakes, People who hurt those whom are dear to her, and arrogant people, Needles, Other people dying

    Character Strengths (these should NOT be all physical strengths!) She is fast on her feet and she lacks presence so she is good at walking up to people unnoticed, she is stronger then most girls would be as the scythe weighs a ton. When with a lack of emotions she tries he best to convey her feelings to others and like to be around others. She is good with puzzles and tricks and can see through them with ease cause of her intellect. She will also try to save any of her friends and try to keep them safe.

    Character Flaws (these should be equivalent in magnitude to strengths) She tends to run out of breath fast as she runs out of stamina fast and after awhile if people are around her a lot they can notice her way more easy and she can't sneak up on people anymore. She may be strong but she does not now her own strength and tends to hurt others unintentionally. When she sees someone on their deathbed, be it friend, all of her emotions show at that point that she usually keeps locked away and lashes out on the one who harmed her friend without holding back.
    When she sees needles, they remind her of the experiments she went through and start to cry and act childish as the memory of that makes her show all her sorrow and sadness she been through all at once that she keeps locked away.

    Potential Position:: Fighter

    How do you fight? She uses her scythe as a pole sometime to ump over her enemies to get past them and then while behind them she slashes them with her scythe, She usually uses her scythe to immobilize her enemies movements and use her fists and kicks to take them down, she uses the scythe if different ways trying to find different ways of using it in a fight

    Unique Abilities (if any)

    Weapons Carried: Her scythe

    Backstory (3 paragraph minimum) : When she was just a baby her parents left her on an island in the East Blue after wanting her to have a better life and a nice family raised her, But when she turned four, mountain bandits burned and destroyed her life, she managed to make it away but was captured by a group of scientist and tested on. When they took her back to the compound they threw her into a cell with another girl. This girl told her that they were trying to make human beings with abnormal abilities into weapons. She was tested on from that day and each time they failed to make her power stronger so they could use her as a weapon. Each time they were not experimenting on her she would spend time with her cell mate and soon they became inseparable friend, closest two kids could be.

    One day the scientist restrained her and one of them told her they were gonna unlock her full potential of her ability using shock therapy. As they said that one of the other men brought in her friend and cell mate. they killed her friend right on the spot, doing so right before her eyes made her go berserk, her power increased to a point where she couldn't be restrained anymore and she broke out and attacked the men in front of her and made her way out and away from the compound.
    After she calmed down, she broke into tears right on the spot thinking she is alone again.

    After being tested on for years and had a close friend who was no more, she had no one anymore. Soon after a man carrying a scythe that looked to resemble death and in a black cloak helped her out and told her that he would raise her like she was his own

    They lived in the forest where no one on the island visits, he trained her and she was happy that she was with him tho she is still reminded of her abnormal strength that was stronger cause of those experiments. She was delighted to have met him and to have someone to be around again. The days went by and another misfortune came upon her as the man she looked up to was on his death bed from an incurable disease. He gave her his scythe. cloak and a doll he made in her likeness. he then told her to train and then travel the world in his place in order to see the world with her he told her to never lose the scythe or cloak, that is what she did as she trained for 6 years.

    She was now 18 and she was now gong to keep the promise she made to the man whom saved her. she was ready to set sail in a boat that was small but could handle the ocean, it looked like a ghost ship tho, the sail was in tact and no holes on the bottom of the ship but is had a scary aura to it and it was perfect or her as she set sail in it to travel the world
     
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    • Tabemono
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    • Tabemono "The Beast Child"
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    The Gift of life

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    Full Name:
    Tabemono (He has no last name)

    Name Pronunciation:
    Tabe-mono

    Nickname/Other names:
    He has no pirate epithet of sorts however on two neighboring islands he has visited so far, he became known locally as "The Beast Child"
    (If he does get a nickname somewhere throughout the RP though I'll add it, as well as his actual epithet)

    Age:
    Unknown, his birth date is ambiguous but it's commonly accepted that he is still a fairly young teenager; being roughly around sixteen to eighteen years.

    Gender:
    Male

    Height:
    Roughly 5'6"ish

    Come not from possesions

    ~Appearance & Personality~

    Appearance Description:
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    Despite what his name might suggest, Tabemono has very few physical features that would suggest anything 'beast-like' in the slightest. In fact it is rather the complete opposite - as Tabemono adorns himself in exotically patterned kimono coat with 'relatively' white robe underneath & a walking stick of sorts with a small lit lamp on the end to to guide his way, just a few things that he had since he found himself on the estranged island he spent much of his recent upbringing (and memory). He has the tendency to not wear any footwear due to personal preference, but he can also be seen wearing sandals also..
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    Along with this, Tabemono has dirty blonde hair that reaches close to his shoulder line and comes down outside the both of his eyes and for anyone that's gotten close enough to see him would often note his somewhat feminine facial features. However, it should be noted that Tabemono has slitted iris's and naturally sharpened K-9's, perhaps both being a contributing factor to the Willowtown's common folk, giving him this name aside from being followed by an enlarged fox-like creature.
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    Personality Summary & Description:
    "The Beast Child" or so he was called on the small island known as 'Willowtown' is a free-spirited individual who could be best described as a roamer, and friend to all sentient life. To most, he is also a rather strange and mysterious individual not only just because nobody has any clue where this boy might come from or the fact he's spent the large majority of his life in the wilds but also the innumerable of quirks that his character holds. Such as his rather peculiar (and to some straight up weird) connection to nature and it's wildlife, the strange remnants of his past coming in the form of items such as his general attire, consisting of a kimono coat & robe underneath as well as his mostly encrypted book, his distaste for most footwear and overall lack of the understanding of 'normal' social construct amongst people. It should also be noted that he's got a fairly amoral way of viewing life, not fully grasping the concept of 'good' or 'bad'. He is viewed by his peers as having a peculiar nature that is both brave and at the worst of times - careless. However also kind-hearted in nature, not really being the type to get himself into conflict (at least not on purpose) for the most part and has the tendency to get sidetracked or to go completely off topic as if using others as a soundboard for his own ideas/thoughts.
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    Contrary to what he may have been called, however, Tabemono is a rather gentle soul who often prefers to avoid conflict, especially with other people. Much preferring to either keep out of such troubles this is not to say Tabemono is a completely peaceful individual either, and at times can be quite instinctual towards most dangers that might come across him. Perhaps one of the most important characteristics of his to note however is his innate ability to 'make friends' or companions of the wildlife, being a natural beast tamer of sorts Tabemono has an impressive way with all variations of animals & creatures. It should also be worth mentioning that a heavy influence/parent figure of his life was a giant floating turtle island (who could speak), so much of what Tabemono learned about the world came from the wisdom of an old turtle who has wandered the seas for a large portion of it's life, handing this knowledge down to Tabemono and even caring for the boy in times of need and isolation of the world. Not only did it house what Tabemono called home, it is also responsible for most of what he knows even now and if one is to ever ask Tabemono, he will speak about the one known as 'Kappakashi' in very high regards.

    ~Adventurous Nature & Curiosity~
    It should be beyond question that Tabemono is the adventurous sort, not only because he has so many reasons to want to explore the world that it isn't just limited to finding out where he truly comes from but a thirst to explore the different wildlife spread throughout the world, with the promise his book gives him of exotic and wondrous faraway lands was too much for Tabemono to remain in the seclusion of the wilds. Going hand in hand with his adventurous nature is his unyielding curiosity of the world around him, only having known what was within the small regions of forest he had spent much of (recent) upbringing as well as a few old memories that his mind has managed to latch onto for all those years Tabemono has much to learn about the world - and especially about people. It is this curiosity which will lead most of his personal endeavors that he makes, often finding himself straying away from where he is supposed to be in favor of seeing what else is around the corner or 'bigger' personal point of interest.

    However, these two traits will also lead him into a lot of trouble - because of his eagerness to learn about the world (accompanied by the fact he knows so little as of right now) he also has the tendency of finding himself in all sorts of trouble. Be it that of superstitious commonfolk believing he is some sort of omen to their existence, or trusting in the word of strangers without the proper trustworthy guidance Tabemono may very well easily find himself in a dangerous situation.

    ~Secretive & Mysterious~
    With an individual Tabemono, it comes as no surprise that he has a rather mysterious aura surrounding him at all times (even amongst his crew) which mostly derives from not only his murky origins that leave his actual being a complete question but also his somewhat mystical nature and almost unnatural attunement to nature. Of course, this does not help when he is also very secretive - not that he has anything very important or sinister to hide from others, but it's a trait gained from years of isolation besides the company of Goncho and other wildlife. Tabemono struggles revealing much about himself.(or what he may think he knows about himself since sometimes he's not even sure of that.) Thus Tabemono often has many secrets about himself which he keeps to himself until some random points in time when he may spontaneously reveal something new all of the sudden - keeping that aura of mystery he possesses ever-present, even after long period of time getting to know him.

    ~Free Spirited & Impulsive~
    Tabemono was born to the wild. That much is for certain even in his mind - for whatever reason, and in the wild, he was also raised. Tabemono lived without any real social construct, without law or rules, without any outside influences besides the animals and forests he lived alongside along with angry commonfolk he never interacted with and is thus widely considered by almost all who have come across him as a 'free spirit'; Not bound to any one person or place but the world as a whole. He goes wherever he pleases, and often times will also do as he pleases - but by no means take this to any extremes. Having very simplistic needs, but it goes without saying it is because of his free nature as well as the environment he grew in he acts without much thought process being placed into his decisions. Making him very impulsive and oft-times leading him to discover that his actions are not commonly acceptable when they later come to haunt him. Though despite this he is still persistent in pursuing his dreams of traveling the world, meeting new, wondrous places, creatures and learning about the people who are willing to accept him...

    ~Wild Upbringing~
    As far as anyone can tell, the one is known as "The Beast Child" is from completely murky origins; being rumored to have just simply 'popped' out of the ground when being first sited on the small island known to its people as 'Willowtown'. However it is quite far from the truth, but it's often assumed by anyone with a good head on their shoulders that this child had been spending his life in the woods much longer before ever first appearing within the forest regions of Willowtown's superstitious community. This is mostly due to the fact he was notably still very young when first appearing in the wilds along with the fact his first appearance had been accompanied by his wolflike companion, that Tabemono calls 'Goncho'. So for the most part even on this island, he had spent much of his life without any human connection - but this didn't mean he was all alone.

    In fact for whatever reason it might have been, he was very far from alone - the wildlife had comforted him throughout the years, not only would the animals small and large flock to his side to keep him warm during the many cold windy nights but the forests themselves comforted him with their promises of serenity and peace. For a reason Tabemono to this day still cannot explain, he feels an overarching attachment to almost all sentient life. So as the years went by, that small region of forests that bore only a few river streams, as well as an abundance of wildlife mostly undisturbed by human interference Tabemono, grew to develop many of his life skills today. Of course, he also always had the aid of his good friend Goncho and the wildlife which surrounded him. As a result, however, Tabemono knows very little about the outside world or how it works - making him quite ignorant of much of his surroundings. (This also extends to human interactions as well.)

    Likes:
    - He is very fond of all animal wildlife, including those which the majority of the populace has come to only fear

    - Due to his deep curiosity about the world around him, he is fond of learning anything new that he does not know about

    - The serenity of the forests

    - He is generally fond of fish people as a whole, being that everyone he's met he has gotten along with just fine.

    - Meeting other talking animals

    - The chance to learn more about the world around him, be it through mouth, paper or adventure!!

    - Exotic plants & flowers

    - Along with animals, he also loves people - having hardly any human interaction for most of his life he finds himself most interested in other people; when they are willing to interact with him as well.

    - The Season 'Spring'

    - Being able to read/discover more about the book he carries around with him

    - Listening to jokes (Even if they would be considered 'bad jokes' among normal folk)

    - Stories of all kinds; Be it fictional tales or historical events of the past ages Tabemono is quite fond of literature, despite not being very good at such things himself.
    (I will likely add to this over time)

    Dislikes:
    - Animal Abuse or harming animals in general, and if he get's the chance he would much prefer to try to communicate with any creature before going straight for the beat down. He is opposed to the killing of any creature no matter nature. (Beating it down until it can't fight anymore though is an option if it comes to that point is an exception for this).

    - Tends not to really eat meat, although he won't refuse it he does prefer his greens - or seafood.

    - He tends to try to avoid conflict of all sorts if he is faced with the choice of staying to fight or fleeing from the scene Tabemono will most often opt for the latter option.

    - Any potential threat to his friend Goncho, or insults aimed towards him

    - Being rejected by other people, although he has grown used to this as well.

    - People using his gullibility against him

    - Extremely cold climates (He can handle the cold to a certain degree but islands such as 'Drum Island' where Chopper is from may prove a bit of a challenge at first)
    (Like with his likes, I may add/alter this over time)

    Items of Interest:
    Along with possessing what could be best described as a walking stuck with a lamp tied off to its end, Tabemono is often in possession of a range of small trinkets that he might have gathered in his travels through towns so strange and exciting to him, but the most curious thing of all which Tabemono holds in his possession is a rather odd tatty book - it's origins being just as unknown as Tabemono's; the book's contents are for the most part also mysterious. Being filled mainly detailed maps of a strange island currently unbeknownst to anyone that Tabemono knows of (even himself) however the maps showed great detail in the landmarks around the area, most of the actual text in the book is either done in some sort of coding beyond his current ability to understand but more than this - it also shows rough sketches of different types of creatures; many of them with their own descriptions explaining behaviours, eating habits and where they could be (maybe) found and among these can be found Tabemono's very own 'best friend' Goncho. However, it is also, unfortunately, one of the few descriptions left mostly blank.

    ~Biography~
    On strange tides, and strange circumstances were the foundations of Tabemono's upbringing. Having no recollection of where he truly came from, from all he could remember he had been on a fair sized island of lush green colors. Bountiful with forests, nature and the like it also housed a collection of its own animals. Many of which are peaceful, timid creatures but the rest..Were often not so tolerant. However despite the many predators lurking these wilds Tabemono somehow managed to survive just fine on his own even during his early years on the mysterious turtle island he lived upon, being protected by the many creatures who did take kindly to him - even during his early youth before he ever even knew about such creatures he had already grown a certain connection to these animals, and it showed through their fierce protection of Tabemono during his days of vulnerability (And before he gained perhaps his greatest friend Goncho), being shielded from the dangers which threatened his very life every day. This did not mean Tabemono has it particularly 'easy' and he grew he learned alongside animals much of the skills he still uses today, he learned how to track other animals down through sense of smell, his feet adapted to the everyday labour of walking through the rooted forests and his hands became tough from all the climbing he has done to get out of the reach of predators who sought him as their dinner..Of course, Tabemono did not have a connection to all the animals on the island for a time.

    However as he grew older, he learned many things about the creatures on his island and from the words of Kappakashi; who even taught him how to read certain fractions of a mysterious book that had been kept on his person throughout all of this (Struggling to translate the rest because his eyesight is not nearly that good). This is where it could be believed that he first encountered Goncho, the one who now acts as a Guardian of 'The Beast Child' to this present day but aside from that Tabemono had become a lot more experienced. Being able to survive on his own if he wanted, he went to maintain his respect and value for the wisdom which Kappakashi willing bestowed upon the estranged boy with nothing to ask in return. Telling the boy wondrous tales of explorers, scholars and heroes of the world that he has heard or come across in his lifetime and thus inspiring the spark of adventure which Tabemono has today. Hoping to find his own tales to tell one day, he sought out new places and the first among which just so happened to be perhaps the most superstitious & estranged neighbouring islands to exist on the face of the seas.

    Willowtown & Milltown.

    ~Willowtown & Milltown Encounters~
    "The Beast Child" As the island of Willowtown would call him, the parentless child - the one born only to the wilds itself, and to the wilds, he belonged. At least that was the word that got around in the small town of estranged villagers in this small island the child had found himself on. Everyone on that island knew that this child was not from here - not even in the slightest and had often kept himself within the small portions of forest that existed on the small island, but due to superstitious nature as well as sightings of varying creatures; both which had already inhabited the island but also creatures of completely unknown origins, the most noticeable of which being a large wolf-like creature.

    To say the least, the island was a quite dull place - only having one small town mostly consisting of cattle farmers. Despite being rather young however many of the townspeople did not take kindly to his presence, being fearful of what he could be; some even considered his presence an omen to their little town. Thus as time passed and he was sighted more and more within the forests, people came to call him 'The Beast Child'...Of course, the same thing also occurred at the neighbouring island within eyes view away except they did not sight the boy wondering on their plain fielded lands, no - instead they sought claim to have seen something even stranger than just a child peeking out from the forests, some even swore that the whole island (Small in size compared to the two islands) the boy was spotted it had been moving along. Blocking both neighboring islands from being able to see each other for two straight days, they came to call this 'The Days of Judgement' as two individuals from both islands brave enough went to explore the strange moving island to put a stop to what they thought to be a prophesied crisis. Of course, only one of these individuals returned from the journey - petrified as if they had seen a ghost, and to his claims even this day he would say that he did! The Spirit Of The Floating Forests, accompanied by all manner of animals and beasts. It was not long after these events that the island also mysteriously disappeared again within the night while everyone was sleeping, making some come to believe the whole island was a ghost!

    Of course, Tabemono and Kappakashi continued to go wherever the currents took them, eventually leading him to meet another friend by the name of 'Fin Geeles', or 'Sharktooth Fin' and towards the South Blue seas! Where they would finally say farewell to their friend, and Tabemmono's lifelong mentor Kappakashi to see to their own adventures.

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    Side Stories:
    As you might gather already, this is where I will be placing all future 'side stories/adventures' which Tabemono has had prior to joining Horizon Stride. What you should expect is mostly a side story about the first meeting between Tabemono and Fin, other side stories will also include minor events with both Fin and Tabemono as well as going 'more in-depth' within certain areas of Tabemono's current backstory.

    Such as the first time Tabemono had to defend himself against a hostile creature, the birth of his companionship with Goncho who now acts as his loyal wolf-like guardian. A look into certain events that gave Tabemono the name of 'Beast Child' on two neighbouring islands of superstitious folk who believe him to be a forest spirit. As well as certain logs of conversations between Tabemono & The Turtle Island 'Kappakashi'.
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    (Color Code; Tabemono & Fin Geeles)

    Head pounding, heart thumping, and eyes bloodshot. A large Fin floated across the surface of the ocean as the waves churned around it. Beneath the waves was a large creature, with jagged teeth, and monstrous in size. It might have appeared to be some sort of shark at first. But it would soon be discovered that this wasn't exactly true. The Fin floated towards the shores of a large island not far from it. Slowly stalking it's way forward, as if preparing to strike its next prey. As it got closer it began moving faster as the waves did so. Eventually it was right at the shore, and with a massive wave the body of a large shark fishman was plopped onto the strange shell shores of an island, unconscious, and wreaking of booze. His eyes however seems to be wide open, but it was clear this fishman was going nowhere fast.

    About an hour later, a strange boy alongside a large wolf like creature came tumbling through the thick and lush forests, past small creek streams leading right down to the strange shell-like shores of the ‘island’. Along the way, following the strange echoing voice that appeared to come from the forests itself, and it was on those hardened shell shores the boy came across the quite large & bulky figure that was Sharktooth Fin. Approaching with caution, striding in towards the lumping figure from the side, the wolflike creature appeared unsettled, even growling ferociously at times whenever Tabemono got close, the creature's name was ‘Goncho’ - at least that is what the boy referred to him as..”Goncho!” placing both of his hands on the proud beast keeping it back from acting on its primitive instincts. For the boy already knew this lumpy figure stood as no threat to them...At least not yet. Leaning over the body, he scanned his eyes across the bulky body of what appeared to be part shark and part man, Kappakashi had once spoke of these people ‘Fishmen’ they were referred to as. It was clear by the lack of reaction coming from the lumped over figure that whoever Tabemono was looking at was currently unconscious, and the only sign to tell why was a large gash across the sharkman’s chest that had been gushing blood across the shell-shores of Kappakashi. The thought crossing Tabemono’s mind ‘It must be hurt’, Tabemono looked back to his beastly companion ‘Goncho’ with concerned eyes, standing back up and walking back towards the wilds he made a hand gesture towards the lumped fishman’s body and saying “Come on Goncho, Kappa-Sensei will help him”. Goncho at first snarled, showing some degree of understanding on what Tabemono was saying and proceeded to softly pick up the lumping figure within it’s mouth, and following Tabemono back into the island forests..Laying Fin’s body down within the core of a large tree trunk near the centre of Kappakashi.
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    A few days, to a week had gone by..Tabemono spent his time gathering ingredients for remedies to aid with the large cut in Fin’s chest. During this time, Tabemono asked many questions from Kappakashi in regards to Fishman, but the knowledge Tabemono got in return was quite limited. Kappakashi confessed to have met very few fishman in his time, but Tabemono’s curiosity only grew as the days passed by, he wondered what kind of wild adventures he had been on, where he got his scars and why he was unconscious the day Tabemono found him on those hardened shell shores of Kappakashi. Whatever it was, Tabemono had his bets on it being an interesting tale to tell, and with very little tales of his own the thought spread wonders throughout the boy’s mind.

    It wasn't very far away that Fin was resting, or more accurately comatose. As he hadn't woken since Tabemono’s discovery of him. His breathing was steady, but he had given no reaction to any attempts to wake him. This might have worried anyone who was unfamiliar with Fin. But it was actually quite normal for him to not respond when asleep. His wound was still healing, but it appeared slightly better than when he had first washed upon the shell shores of Kappakashi. He almost seemed peaceful sleeping in the tree Tabemono had stuffed him in, until he was reminded of his masters betrayal. Flashes of his final meeting with his master flashed through his head. Like a nightmarish flash reel. Fins heart sped up, and he began thrashing around in the trunk of the large tree. When his dream came to it's climax Fins eyes shot open. It wasn't second later that his large figure ripped a opening through the trunk of the tree, and he went charging through the forest screaming, and flailing his arms.”RAAAAAAHHH!!! ESPADON!!!” He howled his eyes bloodshot, and his wound slowly starting to reopen from his sudden movements.

    It took him a second to realize it, but after looking around. He finally noticed he was no longer on Ares Aisle. He scratched his head in confusion, looking back and forth.”Hmm, something's not right here.. ESPADON WHERE ARE YOU!! YOU POINTY NOSED BASTARD!!!” His roar could clearly be heard throughout the island. It would also be fairly simple to track him, as he had ripped a path through the forest.

    During the time of Fin’s abrupt awakening, Tabemono had been on the other side of the island that day - sitting atop of what would first appear to be a large and oddly shaped rock, and talking aloud to what seemed to be just himself. However, it would only take a few moments to notice that whenever Tabemono spoke, he was getting a anonymous response from some unknown location. However whatever conversation Tabemono was having with these strange voices that seem to come from no particular location yet echoed lightly throughout the wilds was interrupted by a loud disturbance that even made Goncho’s slouched head stand up at the sound. The mysterious voices halted entirely, and Tabemono turned his head around to look over his shoulders and off towards the source of the disturbance. Tilting his head curiously, he got up from his position and drifted back off into the wilderness, the splendour of its lush green forests never failing to capture the imagination of the young boy. He continued through the wilderness until crossing a few of the landmarks he’d keep in his mind and reaching the large tree with the trunks that once housed the unconscious body of Fin. “Awake..He’s awake..” his mind raced with questions, and he looked at the trail of destruction that Fin left behind, following it with relative ease he eventually found himself crossing by the figure again - only this time he was standing, and wide awake. “Uhh...Hullo?” he said in a soft spoken voice, and from behind him came creeping the wolf-like beast of his ‘Goncho’.

    Fin scratched his head, and grumbled to himself,”stupid sword face...where is he hiding.” When he suddenly heard noise behind him, his head snapped back at the sound of someone's voice.”Espadon!” He called raising his massive fist ready to fight. Yet all he saw was a large wolf like creature. He frowned, his forehead creasing in annoyance.”Yer not Espadon...did you jus talk?” He gave the dog a baffled expression. He had seen a lot of things in his time as a gladiator. But never a talking dog...well unless you counted that one Zoan user. But this was totally different. This creature clearly wasn't a Zoan, but Fin had clearly heard him talk. Fin simply scratched his head staring at the dog, completely oblivious to the child standing before him. He pointed a finger at the dog,”Speak!...Sit?...Roll over? Dumb dog! Can't do nothing!” He complained still very confused by the situation.

    Tabemono stood by this whole time listening quite intently to the weird fishman who had been spurting out things which seemed like nonsense in the eyes of Tabemono, somewhat baffled at his reaction to Goncho which also gave the shark man some odd looks at this point, unsure what to make of the figure in front of him he just began to snarl. Something which didn't last long with Tabemono’s right hand raised in the air as if signalling Goncho to remain at ease..He let silence fill the air for a moment, and took the time to observe Fin in all his glory ‘Taller than I expected’ he thought in his mind and he took a few steps forward and waving his hand up in the air trying to catch the sharkman’s attention whilst shouting “HEY GONCHO DOESN'T TALK, I DO!”

    With this sudden announcement, Fins attention was drawn to the small lithe figure of a young human boy. He gave the boy a suspicious look, raising one eye higher than the other. Then he pointed to the dog,”Yer dog sucks! Doesn't he know any tricks!?” He asked instead of asking a more logical question like,”where am I? Or how did I get here?” He squared down ignoring the pain in his chest, his wound starting to bleed heavily.”Ugh, got any booze, this is more annoying than a kraken's tentacles when it gets athlete's foot.” He asked ready to get hammered, and forget his troubles.

    Tabemono and Goncho looked at each other intently, both with confused looks on their faces and tilting their heads towards Fin all puzzled-like. Tabemono was the first reply after taking his first few steps toward Fin “Dog? Goncho isn't called Dog, are you Goncho?” Tabemono looked curiously at his beast-like friend who did not say anything, but looked at Tabemono as if to show he was just as confused by the name as Tabemono was. Continuing to slip over tree roots protruding from the ground and passing a few brushes as he approached Fin only a few feet away. As he got closer, Tabemono only just noticed how tall Fin really was - almost as tall as Goncho he thought to himself looking back to Goncho who was now standing tall and on all fours as if expecting something bad to happen. Tabemono didn’t feel the same way though, instead he felt an enticing curiosity to the other thing Fin mentioned, including something to do with an octopus (Tabemono is familiar with tentacles, though the word Kraken was strange to hear) and something with a strange name he never heard of before, not being able to help himself but ask

    “What’s a booze?”

    (Code: Tabemono, Fin Geeles & Kappakashi)

    You can imagine how Fin felt waking up on a strange island injured, and in a tree. He was confused, but that was fine. It wasn't the first time Fin woke up in some odd new place he hadn't been in before. He wasn't even bothered by the big snarling dog, or annoying weirdo kid. They didn't bother him at all! What bothered him was that they didn't have a single drop of booze on the entire damn island!!! Of course Fin reacted with dignity, and grace to this,”WHAT!? YA MEAN TA TELL ME YEV NEVER HEARD OF BOOZE BEFORE!? I MUS BE IN HELL!!” He screamed in a refined manner, although not really. Before he tossed his arms into the air and stampeded his way into the thick lush jungle of the island. Leaving the boy and his snarly dog as he stormed off, probably hoping he wasn’t going to be followed but whether or not that was true, Tabemono insisted on following him anyway wondering ‘Where will he be going I wonder?’, speaking as if directing the question to Goncho who of course made no reply.

    A few hours passed, and Fin still hadn't found a single item of booze. He had looked everywhere! Under rocks, in trees, up in trees, under animals. But nothing! He even searched the kid, shaking him upside down to make sure he wasn't holding out on Fin. Of course when no booze plopped from his tiny form, Fin knew he had only one choice. So after taking a few stretches for good measure, he turned towards the seawater.”Ok kiddo, thanks fer tha saving my life n’ all I guess, but it's time fer me ta get ouda here.” Fin said, leaving Tabemono and Goncho looked at eachother puzzled again by all of this, Tabemono specifically had trouble trying to truly grasp what Fin actually meant but he’d soon find out...

    Fin approached the seawater, clapping his two massive Fishman hands together above his head. He then aimed them at the water in a diving stance.”See ya later, I'll be sure ta send postcards...or not! Haha,” he leapt into the water, and began furiously moving his arms in a circular motion. A large wave of water splashing behind him,"haha! See ya suckers!” He cheered feeling sorry for the kid being stuck on an island with only a big dog to keep him company, and no booze. But after a few minutes Fin couldn't help but notice he wasn't making much distance, his chest wound was also starting to bleed from the exertion of swimming against the island current. After another few minutes Fin was felt the waters rising. Then he was hit by a large wave, appearing from seemingly nowhere.”RAAAGLGLGLG!!!” He screamed as he was washed back to the island, his large body floating face down to the shores, and his blood mixing with the water of the sea. He managed to drag himself back to the shores, body aching, and breath heavily from exhaustion. His irises no longer visible as his eyes had nearly rolled into the back of his head from almost passing out.

    And there waiting along the shores, both giggling - well Tabemono at the very least was laughing to himself while Goncho made more of a less intimidating grunt than usual. Tabemono had been sitting on the hardened shell-shore with both of his knees arched up tight to his chest and his luxurious robes wrapping around them. “Hue~ I think you need to get better at swimming Mr. Shark-kun” Tabemono mused to himself at the events which just unfolded “Don’t worry, Kappakashi-sensei will stop at some point - when he get’s tired.” he added with an ominous tone to his rather soft-spoken and childish voice. This received a look of confusion from Fin now, what had finally caught his breath.”Kakka? Who's Kakka?” He asked clearly mishearing, probably due to taking one to many blows to the ear during his time in the arena. Although it could have been seaweed stuck in them too. Either way Fin sat up crossing his legs, and giving the boy an annoyed look.”I thought it was only you, and tha mutt over there…” he said pointing a large finger at Goncho, in a rather unimpressed manner. He then slammed his fist into shell shores of the island,"ye mean ta tell deres someone else on this Island!? Bud i searched ereywhere! Also what was that about me not being a good swimmer ya lil runt!? I'll have ya know we Fishmen are tha best damn swimmers in all the world!!!” He said shaking his fist wildly, clearly angered by the statement. But his actions seemed almost childish, or would have had he not been a massive sharkman.

    Tabemono, who was yet again looking puzzled by Fin’s response and before he could answer his first question straight away the sharkman went on a string of questions and like always, getting ever more hostile by the second to the point Tabemono could feel like Goncho was ready to pounce. Tabemono also didn’t like the sound of the new name the sharkman brought up, ‘mutt’ which sounded even worse than the name from before but Tabemono didn’t get the chance to respond to this either because the strange man mentioned something Tabemono DID understand. “Fishmen? You’re one right!?” Tabemono’s face lit up with excitement, finally the question he been waiting for all this time. “I know of you, Kappakashi-Sensei has told me alll about you guys! Of course, he says he avoids them nowadays but never tells me why..You were wondering who he is right? I thought you knew already, you ARE on top him.” tapping the hardened shell-shores with his knuckles, a genuine smile across his face “Don’t worry, he doesn't mind that you broke a hole right through his favourite tree - says it won’t take long for it to pull itself back together. Still...Surprised you didn’t hear him before.” The boy shared a few strange glances at Fin, as if the fact he had no idea what Kappakashi - or more specifically who was baffling to him.

    Fin frowned, giving Tab an unamused look. His forehead furrowing as the kid spoke on, his shoulders slumping as his arms sunk to his side. He looked down making sure he didn't sit on anyone once the kid told him he was on Kakka whatever the guys name was. But when he found no one his frown simply grew wider,” kid….yeh dun’t have many friens do ya? Either that or ye’ve gone nuts, where tha hell are yer parents? What, did they drop ya off on this island cuz ya where so weird or annoying?” He said reacting to his bad day...or more so bad life in general. With not booze it was all starting to come bubbling up to the surface. All the crap he had dealt with, all the abuse, and hardship he had taken. Booze was probably the only thing that kept him from ripping peoples heads off...quite literally.”Ok, well den, I guess yer imaginary sensei is probably gonna get annoyed havin a good fer nothin like me around. So why don’ya tell me how ta get off this god fersaken rock?” he said glaring at Goncho, who he was beginning to contemplate eating for dinner. The child’s amusement didn’t stop despite all the harsh words, “I have friends, Goncho is one - there is also more on Kappakashi-Sensei all around here, though some still don’t like me very much. Kappakashi-Sensei has a good way of scaring them away from me..” obviously he was ignoring most of what Fin said, completely disregarding the question about his parents, that he was weird & annoying and even calling his good friend & mentor a ‘fersaken rock’.

    “If you don’t believe me, how about you talk to Kappakashi yourself?” Tabemono suggested, gesturing west along the hardened shell-shores of the island where in the distance only protruding tree’s could be seen. “Or would you rather me shout? Of course, Kappakashi prefers if I don’t - he likes to keep his voice niiice and quuite.” he said in a sing-song tone at the end, swaying side to side in reminiscence of the voice. Fin shrugged rather half-heartedly in response to the boys question.”Eh, whatever floats yer boat ya lil weirdo. Let's go, I don trus yer mutt not ta bite me in the ass.” He said waiting for Tab, and Goncho to lead the way. Still not sure what exactly this Kappa person was supposed to be. Nor if he was even real, or if the kid had just concocted some imaginary friend to talk to. Although he did seem to know how to talk, but that could have been for a number of reasons. After all Fin had no idea of knowing when the kid arrived on this island. So he just limbered behind, preparing to be disappointed by the sight of a coconut with a face, or some other crazy attempt at making a friend. On the other hand, Tabemono at this point was hesitant on whether or not it was even a good idea to bring Fin to Kappakashi - after all so far the large bloody lump of a fishman didn’t seem too friendly so far, and at times wondered how long it would take for him to finally try lash out; just as one poor soul had done before...As the followed the shore-line and down a small clearing of trees, Tabemono & Goncho led Fin down a trail that appeared to have been made by many trips before and was the perfect size for Goncho to walk through - making so Fin didn’t even have to bow his head down like he normally might while traversing a forest of trees. After following the trail that took about ten minutes to reach the end, was yet another clearing leading right out to the blue seas and sunlit sky - and between the picturesque scene something which looked like a large and oddly shaped rock formation, and after a few short moments taking in the scene the ‘rock formation’ begins to do something...It moves, slowly to the left as if trying to look over it’s shoulder but instead only moving it’s head a few feet to the side before releasing an hallowing voice that wisp throughout the forests as it spoke “Ahhh..Tabemono, I expected as much from you..” he spoke slow and deep, each word carrying a heavy weight to it and his voice drifting throughout the island forests as a kind of hollow drumming. Goncho had laid to the side of the garden cove they were now inside, laying on top of a large patch of brush that had been flattened presumably from previous use and Tabemono had taken to climbing what was now clearly the head of a giant turtle with a jolly tune to his voice as he urged Fin to come closer “Kappakashi-Sensei! Come, come Shark-chan! See Kappakashi-Sensei? Told you he wouldn’t eat me & Goncho.” the beast boy mused, and it was there Kappakashi rose his voice again. “Ah young, Tabemono..You must take caution with who you meet, it won’t be long until~ Oh it doesn’t matter..I suspected this time would come, bring him...I would like to meet this one...Face to...Face.” letting out a great yawn, Kappakashi always spoke as if he were tired and in truth he was - for he had not slept for two decades ago...Not since that day which changed the course of his life, and led him to meet the free-spirited child he came to call Tabemono..

    Tabemono now looked to Fin with expectant eyes, but an innocent smile that gave the impression there was nothing to worry about. Though as Fin should have figured out by now, rarely did Tabemono understand the weight of the situation he was in.

    Fin was expecting a large rock with a face painted on it, or a toad with a stupid blank expression at most. But of course with Fins insane luck the rocky hill that the brat, and his guard dog had brought him to started moving. Fins eyes widened in shock, not sure what was going on. It reminded him of a giant rock crab he had witnessed his dad, and crew defeat many years ago. Of course the rock crab couldn't speak,”holy maiden of the sea! Wot is that gargantuan thing! Where tha hell is that voice coming from!? What tha hell's goin on herr!?” Fin asked completely baffled by what was happening around him. Growing up like he did, he had seen a good bit. But nothing like this, so he was on guard when the seemingly disembodied voice called him to it.”Uhh..ok?” He said not completely sure he was certain this was a good idea. But the massive fishman stepped slowly towards the rock formation. He could hear his footsteps thud heavily against the ground as he approached the mysterious creature. After a long paranoid moment of walking, he had crossed to the shore. Turning to face was at first he thought was a oddly shaped rock..until he realized it was the head of a giant turtle. Suddenly everything the kid had told him began to make sense. He pointed a large finger at the turtle in disbelief.”Yer...dis islands..dis place….its..all of this..and yer.. a giant turtle!!!???” Was what he exclaimed as all the pieces began to rush to his mind, and then attempted to choke him to escape his mouth. He turned to Tab, and whispered in a not so discreet manner,"ya have some weird friends kid. Did ya know he was a turtle?” He turned back to the turtle suddenly calm, ”so...what can I do fer ya?” He asked ready to converse with a island turtle.

    While Fin was in a state of shock, confusion and post-paranoia, Tabemono was standing only a few feet away from Fin’s side with an highly amused expression on his face - the expression of childish success. Ignoring the comment about having weird friends & whether or not he knew he was a turtle (which he had no idea what he was talking about) completely, instead taking a seat by a moss engulfed log and sitting idly by as if waiting for something. Goncho had still been resting within the corner of the jungle-like cove they were in, now fast asleep and Kappakashi let out a deep, ominous muse from the reaction Fin gave. Yet again speaking, in his slow and mystic-like way “Hmmmm..That is yet to be...Seen…” taking a fairly large break after those few words as if to regain his strength to even speak he continued “But first...I want to...Know something..A week ago you came ashore my shell..What is it...That really..Brought you here..?” he finally finished, with a sigh for a pause he slowly moved his head back down in front of him - seeming to look in a distant place no one else could see but himself. Not even Tabemono who knew him so well.

    Fin stared at Kappa seemingly deep in thought. His scaly forehead creasing deep in thought. Then after much strenuous thought he found his answer.”Perty sure tha tide brought me here..” he said simply, obviously not understanding the true symbolisms behind the question. This odd misunderstanding would be the starting point of a long conversation, one which would go throughout the whole night - where Goncho was fast asleep and Tabemono had also taken to embracing himself within the soft and warm fur of Goncho, falling asleep alongside his cherished companion. For the fishman and turtle would begin understanding each other throughout the late hours of night and leading to a promise that would change the lives of both Fin & Tabemono forever.

    But from the people we meet

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    ~World Status & Public Information~

    Pirate Crew Affiliation:
    He will be joining 'Horizon Stride' but is currently crewless at the moment.

    Potential Crew Position:
    Beast Tamer

    Bounty:
    None as of yet

    Crimes:
    - He has murdered one person before, however, this is likely not going to be heard/known by anyone. The victim was no one 'important'. (This will be the focus of a future side story I plan on writing for Tabemono)

    - Public Disturbance (This has been in two instants, stirred by the fact he has been spotted strangely close to beast creatures)

    Pirate Epithet:
    None as of yet

    Character Relationships:
    (This will continue to be added over time, this will be fairly basic to start with jus listing his general affiliation with certain characters he has interacted within the RP)

    Shartooth Fin W.I.P ( Solemn Jester Solemn Jester ) - (Close Friend)
    Kappakashi - (Past Mentor/Parent Figure)
    Spiritus Annorum - (Ancestor of Tabemono; Tabemono is a late descendant of the one known as "The Old Spirit" on Fera Spiritus.)

    ~The Beast Master (Combat)~
    (Because he will be gaining more 'animal companions' throughout the Rp, this will be updated as time moves forward and he gains more combat-orientated animal companions)

    Fighting Style:
    Perhaps one of the most obvious (and unique) things about Tabemono, is that he is a tamer of animals and beasts alike. Having a strange connection with nature and wildlife as a whole he has made a deep connection with some of these creatures during his life, and as an extension gained companions/friends for life (some of which even fight alongside/for him). At heart, Tabemono is mostly a gentle & free spirit with no desire to intentionally cause conflict however at times when he is either pushed to no other options or in a time of obvious crisis, Tabemono will not stand idle.It should be impressed on everyone, that Tabemono is not an 'individual' fighter persay, and instead is often fighting in cooperation with his 'wild companions' so I will break this up into multiple sections, detailing Tabemono's fighting capabilities as an individual, the fighting capabilities of Goncho as an individual and then one about how they both fight together.

    As for a summary, Tabemono at the very heart is an extremely primitive fighter who shows a natural talent for combat but is as of yet completely untrained in any martial art (which at a many time will be his downfall), instead using a combination of agile movements and hard-hitting tactics Tabemono can be unpredictable in striking pattern but predictable in movement, in short, it won't take long for one to find out Tabemono never strikes from the back and instead always come for the front - whether this is some honour code of his or simply not 'knowing' or 'believing' in any other way to attack is unsure. Goncho, his guardian, on the other hand, is a completely different story, neither small in frame or height - Goncho is quite the intimidating figure to most with vicious long teeth, a battle-hardened body capable of taking an impressive battering and large paws that are capable of toppling trees over at will. He is often viewed as the overall more powerful & intimidating figure out of the two for quite obvious reasons and this is not wholeheartedly at fault neither for in certain situations Goncho is prone to lash out unpredictably at times towards anyone or anything he may perceive as a threat towards Tabemono; Whereas on the other hand Goncho doesn't seem to be all too bothered about placing himself in front of blows that would otherwise harm Tabemono instead.

    (Of course, more will be added as time goes by when he gains more combat-ready wild companions)

    "The Beast Child" - If one ever comes to actually have a conversation with Tabemono, they will often leave with the impression he is a kind heart & free-spirited boy who is naive of the world around him. It may also come across too many people that he appears rather defenseless, he is small in frame (At least it's assumed, he is often adorned in exotic robes covering him neck to toe), innocent in nature & mostly oblivious to all the threats that oppose him. This is also supported by the fact he often hesitates to engage in a fight, and it is often Goncho who comes to his rescue. To the contrary, however to some individuals surprise, Tabemono is quite capable of defending himself even without the aid of his beast-like companions. Despite his lack of any technical martial prowess, Tabemono has an innate and very primal fighting style which often incorporates being highly mobile and using his surroundings to his advantage. Like a monkey he can climb tree's and traverse throughout jungles with ease if he wants to, he can crawl on the ground on all fours like the predators he uses to once defend himself against on Kappakashi (Island). Instead of using brute strength in all of his strikes, Tabemono instead focuses on using momentum to pull off most of his attacks that incorporate both his legs and hands and isn't object to using clawing type attacks with his bare hands, thus he does not fight with any technical finesse that is taught, but rather from a raw potential boasting both impressive strength & speed that Tabemono is, for the most part, unaware of. On top of this, as time goes by and Tabemono finds other fighters with fighting styles different to his own; with his observant nature and ability to learn at a fairly impressive pace he may even learn to even incorporate other fighting styles with his own over time.

    "Goncho, The Beast Child's Guardian" - It is hard to miss the large and quite intimidating figure that is "Goncho" as Tabemono calls him. Never seen leaving the boy's side, Goncho is a fierce protector of Tabemono to such a degree that strangers will find it hard to even approach ten feet of "The Beast Child's" location before being under threat of his ferocious bite without the pre-consent of the boy himself. Just how deep of a connection Goncho has with the boy is unknown, but often goes unquestioned as something beyond any normal individuals comprehension at this point. Standing at about 8'5 feet in height, and roughly 13-15 feet long being no doubt a very large figure indeed, sharing many similarities with a fox or wolf-like creature in bodily structure the only difference, of course, is it's almost overwhelming size. It also goes without mentioning that his large size also comes with comparable raw strength, Goncho is a four-legged walking bag of almost pure muscle. With the jaw strength to crush thickened trees at a whim, sharpened deadly claws backed behind furious raw power and impressive maneuverability for a beast of his size. It should be mentioned that Goncho has impressive durability which makes up for his rather lacking offensive-prowess, being already battle-hardened the creature can take in a sizeable amount of damage that would kill the average person (Or at least, in this case, Tabemono). Goncho is a creature not to be trifled with by anyone, while it may not have any martial understanding (he is a normal animal at the core after all) it is an intelligent beast that is capable of thinking for itself, and deciphering 'friend' from 'foe'. Which is a good thing to all those who are living around the beast on a daily basis, it should also be noted that on the floating island of 'Kappakashi' was revered as the most fierce predator of its forests - and was feared among even other native predators and Kappakashi himself. Goncho is most often the first line of attack/defense in pretty much any encounter that Tabemono might face, meaning Tabemono does not fight unless the opposer's strength is of equal or greater and that Goncho is the main 'combatant' of the two.

    "The Beast Child & His Guardian Duo" - If an opponent proves either equal or too great to be beaten by either Goncho or Tabemono (Depending on the circumstances), basically whenever a real fight sparks and the situation arises. The main means of combat for Tabemono is to fight alongside his faithful companion & friend Goncho in a cooperative effort to take down either group of enemies or strong/powerful individuals. This works by both essentially covering each other's weaknesses while also supporting the other's strengths. Goncho acting still as a guardian takes the frontal assault role with Tabemono often mounted atop of the creature into battle, Goncho going in clawing and biting his way through the opposition will often take most of the attention from Tabemono meanwhile oft-times boosting Tabemono in the air with either his tail or snout. Allowing Tabemono to come down on his enemies from above with primitive finesse, in groups of enemies this often works best due to being able to land down within their ranks to cause confusion and use his small-frame to his advantage in getting through groups almost unnoticed with Goncho fighting alongside him. Using both claws like attacks akin to Goncho, using his sharpened K-9 teeth to bite into enemies or agile kicking strikes as a means of offense. In this particular situation, one could think of the duo combat style is similar to that of how a 'sword & shield' would work. Goncho being the shield, taking on most of the attention and taking in most of the damage, truly living up to his status as a Guardian and Tabemono being the sword - finding it's opening to strike to dismantle and/or finish the enemy.

    Character Strengths:
    'Awareness of Surroundings' - Being one of many byproducts from Tabemono's upbringing, his life in the wilds have attuned him to his surroundings. Thence being aware of almost everything in a small radius around him, being able to sense the change of vibrations within the ground and the rustling of leaves at a moments notice - his enhanced senses make an additional factor to his 'spacial awareness' since he is also capable of smelling when something is coming close; being capable of noticing unique scents that others would perhaps not even know were there. Making it almost impossible for most people to conceal their presence from him for long, of course, there are always exceptions to this rule that could be down to multiple factors. For example, bustling towns with a large populace would render much of this pretty useless - and in fact may even hinder him at times.

    'Observing & Capable Learner' - Tabemono is still very young and most definitely inexperienced at present, having little to no outside influence at all with the exception of the creatures he called family for much of his life. As a product of this Tabemono has become very observing of his surroundings, taken in all he can so that he can gain a grasp on the world around him not only his Tabemono very open to new experiences he pursues them with a desire to know more. Some could even say if things turned out differently he might have been a scholar of some kind, or at least in the making. He will use a lot of influence from outside sources, and after time from observing other people for so long (or after knowing a particular individual for an extended time) he will pick up their traits. These things can be as minor as the habit someone might have, to a word or in some rare cases even a fighting style. Essentially, Tabemono is a blank canvas waiting to be painted.

    'Boundless Stamina' - From countless years of running and climbing within the serenity of the forests regions have amounted to Tabemono having a seemingly limitless amount of stamina. He is more than capable of traveling long distances with ease, be it by walking or climbing and if the situation calls for it - is capable of fighting for countless hours on end.

    'Primal Combat Instinct' - Tabemono knows best how to rely on his instincts, and in combat or dangerous situations, in general, this may be the difference between life & death for Tabemono. Giving heed to everything around him, when things start going south he often allows his instincts to guide his every action - and this has also proven useful in the few circumstances Tabemono has come into combat before, having certain natural reflexes which wouldn't be naturally obtained without a similar upbringing and/or training specified to do so; amounting to an impressive amount of raw martial skill thought to be something of genetics more than an individualistic trait.

    'Natural Pain Threshold' - After years roughing it through the wild, traversing harsh landscapes and trees barefoot as well as numerous violent encounters he comes across in the forests have built up an impressive natural threshold against pain. This trait, however - does not overreach his bodies durability nor enhance it in any way. Thus is more of a minor strength he possesses.

    'Wild Companions' - Now this isn't exactly a 'personal' strength but a byproduct of one, because of his n natural affinity with all kinds of animals and creatures Tabemono can also rely on the help of the wildlife as well as his own set of current skills. Be it small or large, docile or deadly, Tabemono is able to tame the minds of animals in a strange way - as if communicating with them and as a result; have them aid him in all kinds of endeavors of his liking, combat being only a basic instance where this is applicable.

    Character Weakness:
    'Small Body Frame' - While it may not be completely apparent at first, due to the kimono coat and robes that Tabemono wears on a day-to-day basis and covering him almost head to toe. It is still often assumed (And it's the right assumption) that Tabemono has a rather small frame, being very lean in stature Tabemono's physique is more suited for surviving long periods of time within the wilds; stalking, fishing and climbing. Still being very reflective of his wild nature, while his small frame may make it easier for him to slip through his opponents attacks for some time he is in turn twice as easy to send tumbling through the air with a good hit from a strong enough foe. His body is also by no means extremely durable, and he isn't capable of withstanding too much physical impact before he starts to 'break' - this is considered to be one of his most currently pronounced weaknesses.

    'Lack of strategy/technical combat prowess' - Tabemono is not a trained martial artist by any means, nor is he a strategic intellect who have had years of experience in the art of combat & war. So when he is faced with conflict Tabemono only has the experiences of his upbringing in the wilds as well as Goncho (and maybe other creatures) as a means of defending himself against any dangers he may come across. Therefore relying purely on instincts, something which in a game of strategy means very little. Thus he is more likely to fall into thought out traps, misdirection and other 'cheap' tricks than many of his peers.

    'Lacking brute physical strength' - While he is not exactly 'weak', in fact for his build and relative diet he could maybe be considered to have almost impressive strength of his own but he is by no means a powerlifter of any sort. He can not handle large amounts of weight nor is he capable of punching through brick walls, what raw strength he does possess has come from years of climbing, fishing and on the rare occasion defend himself against a hostile creature or person.

    'Scar Tissue' - While this isn't a major weakness, it can be a contributing factor to his downfall within a fight and that is the soft scar tissue Tabemono has on several parts of his body. While not having any significant scars noteworthy enough to describe the origins of, he does many marks to show for his time in the forests and times when he could have simply made a common mistake that got him cut up, or from more violent encounters with living creatures. Nonetheless, over time, these will tend to open, thus he started losing blood. If he manages to go on long enough he may pass out from blood loss or be at risk of bleeding out completely. (Assuming he sustained more damage than just broken scar tissue throughout)

    'Reckless Nature' - Somewhat going hand in hand with his primal combat instincts, perhaps the one thing that currently makes Tabemono personally viable for physical combat is his primal like nature when fighting but it's this way of fighting that can also be used against him. As he has a naturally reckless nature he will often not worry about injuries he has taken (unless of course, it's something that'd spike through his pain threshold), nor will he think through what his opponent might do. Thus making many unnecessary and risky actions which could turn the tables against his favor.

    'Naive Nature' -Because he has spent so much of his life with no other company besides the creatures which flocked their way towards them (And of course his best friend, Goncho) and the wilds themselves. Tabemono is completely ignorant of the world around him, only knowing how to speak the basic language because of his countless hours observing the superstitious people of the island he lived on. Besides these things, along with perhaps a few other tricks and habits that he had picked up on his own during this time. Everything is left to guesses, he is by no means an experienced fighter, nor is he an intelligent scholar ready to tackle the big questions of the world. Instead, he is simply a child who is curious about the world around him and hence will often find certain things interesting that others would find mundane or common. This obviously also leads him into numerous bad situations, whether it be because he was too curious for his own good - or too trusting...

    Unique Abilities (If Any) :
    'Enhanced Natural Senses' - A trait which he picked up after so much time spent in the wilds, Tabemono has impressively acute senses that let him hear, feel, taste, see & smell things much more effectively than most. Along with this, his more 'primal' instincts also have a heavy presence to his character - at times having the sixth sense for when trouble might be coming their way. These senses greatly aid him in being both fully aware of his surroundings and capable of tracking any type of 'prey' they might have if there is scent or trace left of the target Tabemono will find them. It also makes him twice as affected by substances such as alcohol - so he get's drunk very easily.

    'Basic Nature Remedy Making' - Tabemono is by no means a doctor, he has never had any training in becoming a doctor of any kind; and is mostly unfamiliar with most the 'tools' a doctor would use to successfully do their job. Instead, what Tabemono is able to do is use the nature around him as a means of creating simple remedies to aid in mending wounds & extracting certain venoms/poisons. Something which he has used many times himself in the past. It is not entirely known exactly how he has this basic knowledge in the first place, but it could be suggested to have something to do with the Turtle Island he once called home 'Kappakashi'.

    'The Beast Master' - Tabemono possesses an innate ability to learn the minds of all kinds of animals/creatures that tread the scattered islands existing within the world of One Piece. More or less communicating with these creatures Tabemono can passively even make 'friends' with certain creatures that would have them accompany Tabemono along many of the adventures he may set upon with his other crewmates. Of course, this is a rare occurrence because Tabemono tends to believe all of the nature's creatures should remain where they choose to be, not where he might prefer them. Goncho, his large Okami companion, however, is an exception - being that he's been acting as a 'guardian' of sorts for the one known as "The Beast Child" for as long as he can almost remember.

    Weapons Carried/Beast Companions:

    Goncho, "Guardian of the Beast Child" - "Goncho" as Tabemono calls him, is a rather large Okami creature of mysterious origin. Being larger than your typical Okami he is depicted to be at least four times the normal size with past battle scars on several parts of his body. Goncho is patterned with red tribal markings across his entire body; perhaps hinting towards the origin of it's being. Goncho is very loyal to Tabemono and his friends and is never seen away from Tabemono's side. (He stands 8,5" tall and is approx 13-15ft long)
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    "Nyan!" - The least noticed little companion which Tabemono has with him is a small cat-like creature which Tabemono has simply called "Nyan", having found her near the grand line on one of his small personal adventures. Nyan was a stray before coming in contact with Tabemono - where Nyan found a strange liking to the boy. For the most part, Nyan is rather lazy and spends most of her time around Tabemono or scavenging for food, despite her size, however, don't let her appearance fool you - for she is cunning and sneaky, she is a big fur ball of personality. (Nyan has no combat stuff because she was never intended for combat, instead, more or less comic relief.)
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    'Tabemono's Lamp Pole' - Probably the first thing someone will notice about Tabemono, is that he is always carrying around what appears to be some kind of old walking stick with a paper lantern connected to the end of it. While this is primarily used as a means to traverse the wilds during dark nights Tabemono has also used it on occasion as a blunt weapon, again having no real martial skill with it as of yet but has a natural grasp on how to wield it almost as if it were a quarterstaff. (    Yes, I do have intentions on him learning a quarterstaff type martial arts at some point...Maybe)

    Trivia:
    - The Face Claim I used for this character sheet is called 'Takashi Natsume' from the manga/anime "Natsume Yuunjinchou (Natsume's Book of Friends)"

    - Goncho is a type 'Okami' species, the main difference being he is much larger in size Yama-inu, Okami legends

    - Tabemono's favourite word is 'Kumpai'

    - The word 'Kappakashi' (The name of the turtle island Tabemono spent most of his upbringing on) is a rough translation/mashing of the words 'wise' and 'Kappa' which is the name of Japanese mythology turtle-like humanoid. I should also make it clear he is not a Devil fruit user or anything like that, he is literally just a giant talking turtle. (Talking Animals)

    - While it won't be known by either Tabemono or anyone else on the crew for (I assume to be) a long time. His 'secret origins' is the mysterious island 'Fera Spiritus' that can be found in the following link to the Paradise islands thread. (The Grand Line: Paradise)

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    "To feel the furcoat of Goncho is a grand thing, as if being touched by love itself - like everything in the world will go my way."​

     
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    • Full Name: Fin Geels

    Nickname (Optional): Sharktooth Fin

    Gender : Male

    Age: 28

    Physical description (if a picture is included, you still need to write a description in complete sentences):

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    Fin is a tall, mass of muscles, and scar tissue. Most of his scars are hidden by tribal like tattoos. The few exceptions being a few cuts around his mouth. He's a Great white shark Fishman, with a large fin on his head, arms, and let's. He has a slash Mark across his chest, although it's barely noticeable due to the odd tribal tatoos. He has razor sharp teeth, and dark tiny eyes.
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    Height: 7’1

    Personality (one paragraph minimum): His background has left him with a distrust of others, and lust for battle. He craves it, thrives on it, and will happily fight anyone who's willing, or gets in his way. He does three things great, fight, drink, and sleep. The first two of which he takes great pride in. He's sometimes rowdy, usually when he's drunk, and often uses his cheerful demeanor to hide his unhappy past. Unlike most Fishmen he holds no grudges against humans. He's unbiased, and quick to help anyone who looks like they could use a hand. He absolutely hates the world government, and would happily tear them all limb from limb. He often loses himself in battle going a bit berserk at times. But even with his monstrous attitude he still enjoys sitting back and relaxing on occasion. He especially loves his freedom, and a good way to send him into a fury would be to try and take that away from him.


    Due to his past as a prisoner, and gladiator he isn't quick to trust anyone. Even if he appears friendly most of the time, he always has his guard up around new faces. But the few who do gain his trust end up with a comrade for life. He'd gladly sacrifice life, and limb for a friend. He's devoted and loyal to his friends, but if someone he trusted where to betray him. He'd be sure to make them regret stepping on his friendship,and trust. He despises traitors more than anything. Nothing sets off his temper more than treacherous scum, and people stealing the freedom of others.


    He prefers keeping his past hidden, and doesn't usually bring it up. He's easily irritated when sober. Primarily due to being reminded about his past. So to drown out these bad memories you can almost always find him drinking. It's also why he never goes to sleep sober. Because he fears dreaming of the things he's lived through. Which is one of the few things he fears, that and cats. He has a slight phobia of cats, but nothing that would affect him to drastically in battle.


    While not a genius Fin isn't exactly brain dead yet either. He's sometimes slow to pick up on things, so he probably won't be solving any mysteries anytime soon, but he's still smart enough to function normally. And his aggressive nature, and love of battle have made him a genius at battle, or at least we'll versed in it. He enjoys partying more than anything, food booze, and good times. What more could you ask for? Even with his distrust of people he'd still gladly accept an invitation to party, although this doesn't always end well for the large rowdy fishman.


    When drunk he's quick to start fights just for the hell of it. His mood can swing from happy, to infuriated with a single word, and he's a major Flirt. His regard for his own safety, or those around him is little to none, and he always ends up starting some kind of bar brawl, or riot. But usually wakes up somewhere completely different, with little to no memory of the events of the night prior. Although this never seems to bother Fin, and he often goes about his way before any angry mobs, or authority types can come hunt him down.


    When it comes to sleeping Fin has trouble doing so unless drunk. But when he does sleep he's difficult to wake. A few things to wake him being, the smell of blood, booze, or food. When it comes to noise Fin doesn't usually react much. In fact unless you smacked him, or screamed bloody murder he probably wouldn't react at all. This could get him in some sticky situations if he didn't sleep with his eyes open. Thanks to this he can always keep an eye on his surroundings, even when passed out drunk.


    Enjoying his freedom Fin never cares to stay in one place for long, so if you're ever on a island you might want to keep an eye out for this rambunctious fishman, or you might end up in his crossfires.



    Likes:

    - Competitive Fighting (Or combat as a whole)

    - Booze, allll kinds of booze..

    - The wide, beautiful ocean/sea

    - Freedom to go and do as he pleases

    - Personal Space

    - Other strong fighters, or those who share the same passion for fighting

    - Music of all kinds (only when he's drunk, so basically always..)



    Dislikes:

    - Weak people (in all ways)

    - The World Government

    - Slavery

    - Being bound/confined against his own will

    - Somebody insulting his proud name as a Fishman!!

    - Being denied his drink
    - Cats, (they're evil)


    Character Strengths (these should NOT be all physical strengths!):
    “Fishman’s Will” - Being a very prideful fishman, let alone a rather successful pits fighter Fin has grown what many call to be his ‘Fishman Will’; Fin is surprisingly strong minded and is equally as powerfully willed - if he sets his mind on something he will always see it through and of course this had aided him great in many of his past endeavors. This trait however most often shines through during heated moments of combat.


    “Fishman Enhanced Strength & Underwater Prowess” - Due to his nature as a fishman, Fin was born with a quite a few physical advantages over the land walkers, being born with ten times the strength of a normal human. This difference is only magnified while underwater, while ‘land walkers’ power is cut in half, fishmen like Fin are not only completely unhindered by being underwater, but even strengthened..Fin is no exception to this rule, and knows all too well where his strengths truly lie - underwater. Even on land, Fin is able to hold his own in a fight against other self-proclaimed fighters. While his range of techniques will be limited on land, after his days fighting in gladiatorial-like arenas (on land) Fin has gained enough experience fighting on land to be at least capable of properly adjusting himself. On a last note, it should be brought up that Fin’s strength even as a fishman is considered quite impressive indeed - and is fully capable of punching through fully-grown trees. (As will be seen during his meeting with Tabemono, where Fin breaks his way out of a large tree trunk Tabemono used as shelter on the island of Kappakashi).


    Experienced Combatant” - After countless days spent in fighting pits & arena’s all across South and West Blue - not only has Fin gained a small reputation for himself amongst other of these gladiatorial fighters he has also gained years of fighting experience. His ability shining through most when entering a ‘one vs one’ fight. Fin is an very capable fighter, who is not above using dirty tricks to gain the quick advantage - nor does he feel bad for using the inexperience of others against them. He is known not to shy away from using ‘cheap tactics’ or tricks against his opponents during a fight to get the advantage (especially on-land).


    “Knowledge of the Sea” - Perhaps one of his less surprising traits, Fin has quite extensive knowledge about the sea - having travelled around the oceans himself already for quite some time; after his times going from island to island, sea to sea Fin has gathered up quite the mental map of the world around him; and he is even somewhat familiar with the layout of the “Grand Line”.


    “The Alcohol Tolerance of a Giant” - One of Fin’s most defining traits is his bad (or good depending on who you ask) habit of drinking, and if you were ask this fishman yourself about this habit - they would not only find Fin has been drinking for as long as he can physically remember, but it is also one of the only pastimes hobbies that may perhaps even overpower his love for fighting. Fin is capable of holding his liquor VERY well & has a serious drinking habit, it’s best to keep your sake locked tightly away if you don’t want this fishman getting his webbed fingers on your booze. It should also be mentioned that at some point in the past on one of his many travels, Fin had beaten a giant in a drinking contest.


    Character Flaws (these should be equivalent in magnitude to strengths):


    “Belligerent Drunk” - Being in close relation to one of his actual strengths, despite having a heavy drinking tolerance; Fin often finds himself constantly drinking and as a result, he is also quite often drunk. Drinking so much in fact, his mind has no real idea when to stop except for in between fights (Which if Fin can help it, he’d likely still try sneak in a swig during fights as well). However this also makes Fin’s nature quite unpredictable, one moment he can be rowdy and having a good time and the next; he’s rambling about somebody insulting the name of a fishman and throwing chairs around the pub. Making him quite a ‘loose cannon’. Becoming more and more reckless as he continues to drink on.


    “The Marks of a True Fighter” - After having fought so many fights, both inside the pits and outside, Fin has gathered an innumerable amount of injuries in his time. Scars being littered all across his body, many of them are susceptible to opening again with enough pressure applied and due to having broke multiple bones before (Without taking the time to let them properly heal) they are also prone to breaking again if Fin isn’t being too careful.


    “Slow Minded” - After all the years of heavy drinking, and getting his head occasionally beat down one too many times has resulted in building up the fairly slow mind Fin has today. Not to say that he is completely stupid, or a mere brute. However Fin is often portrayed as having slurred words, as well as being quite slow to catch on to certain things which others would find simple (Unless it has to do with combat in any form, which is a bit of an exception.). He is somewhat susceptible to being manipulated by others as well as being lead into traps.


    “Sharktooth Fin’s Sight (Bad eyesight)” - Being a Shark fishman he has several shark like characteristics. Fins, Gills, shark teeth. Unfortunately he also has shark eyes, which mean he's as blind as a ba...Shark. This usually results in him confusing friend for foe, or crashing into things. It also means he has poor aim, unless the targets large enough to where he can see it without spectacles.



    Potential Position:
    Fighter/Spotter


    How do you fight?:
    A practitioner in both Fishmen Karate, and Fishman jujutsu. These are both fighting styles based around manipulating water, and are extremely handy against devil fruit users. The capabilities of Fishman karate/Jujitsu are enhanced tremendously in water, although Fin is still capable of using them outside of water proficiently, thanks to it allowing him to manipulate water in his body, and moisture in the air. This makes it handy when there's nobody of water around for him to use.


    Fin is usually aggressive with his fighting. He doesn't really worry much about defense, being almost always on the offensive in battle. He's a heavy hitter, and is able to endure a high amount of pain. He attacks without mercy. Never hesitating, even against those he might consider friends. He'll use all of his strength, and willpower to crush a foe. Even resorting to dirty tricks if it comes to it. He's truly an intimidating foe, and skilled combatant.


    But his true talents lie within his ability to fight underwater. While underwater, battle against Fin is hopeless for most who face him. Those fishmen of the south blue, hesitate to battle Fin in the waters due to his reputation in the area. His speed increases drastically, he becomes like a torpedo decimating anything in his path. While underwater Fin chooses to more often than not use his shark teeth to tear apart his foes. But isn't against using his fishman karate. Which he’s even used to sink small ships a few times. While in battle Fin has been known to go a bit berserk, which ends with lots of property damage, and hospital bills. But when he's in the water he truly goes wild, when the scent of blood hits his nose, he turns into a predator. Stalking his foe, and picking them apart slowly, piece by piece until there's nothing left of them.



    Fishman karate:

    Fishman Karate is a martial art that is practiced by certain skilled members of the fishmen race; it is noted that humans can also learn the fighting style, as Koala apparently is able to use it despite being human. While deadly enough on land, Fishman Karate has a number of devastating underwater moves designed to be suitable with the Fishmen strength and speed along with the mobility that goes while underwater and, in some cases, a fishman's personal adaptation (fins, teeth, etc.).


    Techniques: Hyakumaigawara Seiken (百枚瓦正拳, Hyakumaigawara Seiken?, literally meaning "Hundred Tile True Punch"): A hard punch that can send an opponent flying. Supposedly this attack is so strong that it can break through one hundred tiles.


    Wanto Giri (腕刀斬り, Wantō Giri?, literally meaning "Arm Blade Slash"): Fin slams his arm-fin into the back of his opponent's neck.


    Wanto Giri Konran (腕刀斬り, Wantō Giri Konran?, literally meaning "Arm Blade Slash Flurry"): This is basically the same as ‘Wanto Giri’, however instead of just a singular strike, this technique requires the user to be underwater (for it to be fully effective and functional) and consists of him constantly aiming to strike the back of the neck, basically using his maneuverability to his advantage and picking off his opponent from the back. However Fin has shown to use this above water as well as a simple flurry of arm slash attacks as demonstrated in his fight against ‘Jackal The Hounddog’.


    Kachiage Haisoku (カチ上げ背足, Kachiage Haisoku?, literally meaning "Rising Thrust-Kick"): Done underwater, an inner-sole kick to the chin of Fin’s opponent.



    Kaisoku: Harakudashigeri (海速 腹下し蹴り, Kaisoku: Harakudashigeri?, literally meaning "Sea-Speed Stomach Drop Kick"): An underwater attack, Fin darts forward and uses the momentum to deliver a savage side kick to the opponent's stomach



    Ka Ka Kakato Otoshi (火華カカト落とし, Ka Ka Kakato Otoshi?, literally meaning "Fire Flower Heel Drop"): Done underwater, Fin spins and hits his opponent with the heel of his foot.


    Jodan Bakusho (上段爆掌, Jōdan Bakushō?, literally meaning "High-Rank Exploding Palm"): Done underwater, this is an open-palm attack to the chin of Fin’s opponent.

    Appakushi Chokka Koro (圧迫死直下航路, Appakushi Chokka Kōro?, literally meaning "Death by Pressure Plunge"): Done underwater, Fin grabs his opponent then swims extremely fast to the ocean floor where the pressure of the ocean wreaks havoc on the opponent's body.


    Kaimen Wari (海面･割り, Kaimen Wari?, literally meaning "Sea Surface Splitter"): Using a karate chop, Fin can split the surface of the water in order to send a shock wave to attack an enemy.



    Sutoraiku Yari“Trident Strike”: Fin strike at his foe with a open palm. His finger tips aimed towards the foe. When used properly this move can pierce through a foe. It becomes even more deadly when used underwater, his arm becomes encased around his arm. Forming like a Trident.


    Uchimizu (撃水, Uchimizu?, literally meaning "Water Shot"): Fin hurls a simple droplet of water at his opponent, which can become a deadly bullet with the kinetic force created by his immense fishman strength.


    Samehada Shotei (鮫肌掌底, Samehada Shōtei?, literally meaning "Sharkskin Palm Block"): A simple palm block with enough force behind it to slap away a cannon ball.



    Soshark (粗鮫 (ソシャーク), Soshāku?, literally meaning "Rough Shark"): Fin uses his tremendous strength and grip to crush large walls of stone.


    “Yabusame (矢武鮫, Yabusame?, literally meaning "Arrow Military Shark"): Fin first wets his arm, then he uses his massive strength to throw many drops of water, which are converted into deadly arrows through mere kinetic force.



    Fishman Jujutsu: Fishman Jujutsu is another martial art that is practiced by the fishman race, seemingly alongside Fishman Karate. It is an underwater style that revolves around manipulating the water around them as if it were a tangible material. How the fishmen are able to do this is unknown, but it provides them with a massive advantage in underwater combat.


    Techniques:

    Nami Rabaisan (..Need kanji.. Nami Rabaisan?, literally meaning “Leviathan Wave”): A technique that can ONLY be used underwater, “The Leviathan Wave” is a move Fin developed himself. By manipulating the water he forms a large wave of water that takes the form of a dragon, or serpent of sorts. Imploding on contact, the attack causes a moderate impact to the location which is hit. It is said that while the strength is only half that of his actual physical attacks, it comes with increased range that allow him to extend his attacks (though he may struggle landing because of his eyesight still at times.). It’s range is also the same as the width of his arm, meaning it still requires some form of aiming to land however Fin intends on improving its area range over time perfecting the technique he developed over the year he spent with Tabemono on Kappakashi.


    Unique Abilities:

    Breathing underwater: being a fishman he can breath underwater, or on land. Able to conform his body for either.


    Shark teeth: Fin as a shark type fishman, has the ability to infinitely regrow his teeth. Becoming slightly tougher each time they regrow. He can even remove his teeth, using them like weapons.


    Glub glub: The ability to speak with aquatic life, or in this instance - other Great White Sharks in the radius of 45km. Fin is able to speak with other sharks, generally used for idle chat whenever Fin is bored or drifting the seas wherever the currents take him. He is unable to speak to any other aquatic life however, which includes Sea Kings and other shark breeds. (E.g Whale Sharks)



    Weapons Carried/Tools: Most anything he can get his hand on. Although he does carry a large iron mallet around on his back, which he only uses when necessary.

    Backstory (3 paragraph minimum):

    Deep beneath the waves of the sea, in the Grandline, lies the island of the Fishman. The home of many merpeople, as well as fishmen, and woman. Being so deep under the sea it's known for being difficult to reach unless of course you have some means of underwater transportation. Filled with beautiful sight, and lit by the light of the suntree Eve. The journey is a treacherous one, filled with monsters of all kind, but it's also worth it for those who seek to enter the new world. This island, filled with mermaid beauties, and fish creatures of all sorts, is the birthplace of a fishman named Fin.



    When Fin was young he lived with his mermaid mother. She was kind and beautiful, and they lived a relatively normal life, for fishpeople at least. But this didn't last long, as one day his mother was injured in an unfortunate meeting with a human, and his poison knife. He was too young to really understand, but from his memory the man was a criminal, and an ill tempered one at that. He had made advances towards Fins mother, which she declined resulting in him assaulting her. She survived the assault thanks to some guards,and other fishmen. But she didn't survive the poison that coated the mans blade. So Fin watched as his mother passed away, unable to do anything to help her. Before she passed, she did however inform him of his father, a rather well known pirate fishman by the name of Dark Geels Landon. She told him of his father, and that he was meant to return to the island soon. She asked that he go to Landon, give him a letter she had written to him. She promised him that everything would be fine, as she slowly descended into the murky abyss that was death.


    After his mother was taken care of, Fin was left alone. He had no other family he could go to, so he decided to do as his mother had requested. He sat at the docks, waiting for his father to arrive. It was lucky that his mother had informed him of his father's Jolly Roger, otherwise he might have never picked him out of the group of pirates who arrived by the dozen daily. So when Fin spotted the pirate ship with skeletal sea serpent coiled up like a whirlpool threatening to suck in anyone who dared approach, he knew he had found his father's ship. It was large, and intimidating, as if Fin was staring at a ghost ship, or worse a sea monster from legend. He had dreaded facing his father, ever since his mother had told him about him. What if he was mean, or viscous like most pirates. What if he didn't accept Fin as his son, what if he didn't want Fin. He had never bothered to visit him or his mother before, at least not to his knowledge. So why would he suddenly be willing to take Fin in?



    All these thoughts crossed Fins mind as he slowly drug his feet towards the ship. His heart thumping him his chest,” kethump, kerthump, kerthump!” It beat harder, and harder as he approached the monster of a ship, with it's large black mass, and rickety appearance. He was so focused on the ship, and what would happen that he didn't realize he was walking towards someone until he had crashed into them. He looked up as a large shadow loomed over him. The feeling of dread suddenly washed over him as he raised his arms defensively, in response to the figure moving a hand towards him. But shockingly enough the strike he had expected never hit. He blinked, baffled by why he was unharmed. Then he looked around, realizing he was being held up in the air. A gruesome face stared back at him. The face of a shark fishman who had seen many battles. He stared at Fin with dark beady eyes, the same as Fins. He grumbled under his breath, staring at Fin as if he was debating on whether he'd make a good snack or not. But before he could decide a voice spoke up.”Come on Captain Geel, I'm ready to relax, get some drinks. Maybe hook up with a few hawt mermaids.” The voice called, and the sharkman looked behind him, dropping Fin suddenly. He made his way towards the voice without another word, and left Fin confused, and slightly relieved he wasn't fish chum. But then something occurred to him, and he stood, and ran towards the sharkman.”Sir! Sir!” He called but the man didn't seem to be interested in him.


    He kept walking with his crew who chatted about booze, treasure, and ladies.”LANDON!!” He said with a bit more authority, staring down the captain of the fishmen. He glared daggers at his supposed father, who stopped suddenly along with his crew. They looked towards Fin, some shocked by his brass, others amused. Some even looked as if they were staring at a tragedy. But Fin didn't back down, even as Landon turned towards him, looking ready to bit Fins head off.”What do ye want grub? I've ben at sea fer years, and don't feel like dealin with no pipsqueak right as I return.” Fin stared into the cold eyes of his father, and gulped as he tried to take control of his nerves.”A-are you Dark Geels Landon? The Captain of the Leviathan pirates?” His entire body shook before his father's presence.



    The man known as Landon simply stared down at him, with dark beady eyes. That seemed to be weighing every aspect of Fin. What if he wasn't Fins father, and he had made a terrible mistake asking? Maybe he'd be offended to be mistaken as another pirate!? Fins mind raced as he awaited a answer. But thus far the shark Fishman only scanned him. His crew standing beside him smiling devilish grins.”What if I don't stack up to his expectations of me? What if he doesn't want me as his son, just because I'm not as strong.” Fin knew he was weak, even with the small amount of Fishman karate training he had. He was still an amateur compared to most. But something told him that he wouldn't match up to Landon. Then as his heart picked up pace, and his pulse raced. Landon finally answered,” Hmm...Pirates? No idea what you mean runt.. leave me be. I don't have tha time for sniveling cowards like yourself.” He then turned away, and began making his way towards the nearest pub. But as he turned Fin saw a flash of something. He smiled, a teasing smile. Smug, and taunting. A smile Fin had seen many times before...on himself.



    Fin knew he was lying, it was so obvious that it made his stomach turn. Landon was just another criminal. No better than any other pirate scum. He didn't care about anyone but himself. This thought caused Fins blood to boil, big angry veins throbbed from his forehead. Before he knew what he was doing he roared and charged Landon, fist clenched. With his teeth gritted, and his arm ready he leapt at Landon slashing at him with his arm Fin.”WANTO GIRI!” He screamed his voice hoarse with rage as he tried to strike down his father. But blinded by his hatred for Landon he didn't even take notice of his crew around him.


    Suddenly he was being held up by one of his father's crew. A rather skinny Fishman, with spikes protruding from his body. He looked kind of derpy, but his strength was no joke. When he spoke it was as if he were talking underwater. His voice was like a gurgle almost.”Gggwhat do you think ya doinggg. Pipsqueakggg, you can't take on that Captainggg. He'd kill ya with one strike of his pinky toeggg gegegege!” The Fishman laughed, and so did the rest of Landon's crew. However Landon only watched expectantly, as if waiting for something.


    As the Fishman crew laughed Fins anger grew. They thought he was weak, that he couldn't do anything? Just like his mother he was helpless, unable to do anything. With this thought Fins leg lashed out, slamming into the Blowfish Fishmans face. He tossed Fin away, and rubbed his injured nosed. Gripping about what a pest Fin was,”Stupid kidgugugug! I'll be sure you never bother the captain again gugugugu!” He approached Fin, who was rising to his feet still recovering from being tossed so harshly to the ground. As he rose up he was sent staggering back by a strike from the Blowfish Fishman.


    This repeated several times, each strike making it harder for Fin to rise up again. Each time he would call to Landon, bruised, beaten, and breathing heavily. Demanding for him to face him. Calling him a coward. This didn't bode well with his crew, and Fin was slammed in the gut by a brutal knee. Fin feel to his knees, holding his gut, and vomiting on the ground. His body trembled, maybe from anger, or maybe from the beating he had taken. He could have even been scared, no..that wasn't it. He wasn't scared, or angry. He was excited, for all the pain, and humiliation. He was actually enjoying himself, thrilled by the battle. However he couldn't take anymore, he was sure that one more strike would have killed him. But as the Blowfish Fishman approached him, ready to deliver that final strike Fin smiled his shark toothed smile. His face bloody and swollen, ready for whatever may have come.”I’ll be sure to finish you off this time ya lil rungugugug. Say aaahhgugugugu.” He told Fin raising his arm, now massive and spiky clearly much larger than when the battle had first started.


    He was prepared to strike Fin down, when Landon suddenly called to him.”Aye, that's enough Poi. No need to kill the lad, he's shown he's no threat to us.” Landon grumbled, and the Fishman apparently known as Poi reluctantly dropped Fin. Walking over to the others, who smirked at him tauntingly,” Oh got in trouble by the cap’n tehehe! Bes watch urself might put ya in time out.” A couple of the fishmen teased, causing Poi to glare intensely towards them. Landon waved them off towards the pub, and the gladly went on their way. But Landon stayed behind, and sat next to Fin. His legs crossed, and an annoyed look on his face.”Look at you boy, yer mother would have my gills if she knew I'd stood by, and let ya get beaten by one of my own crew. What's wrong with ya? Tryin to attack a pirate like that? I'm sure your ma must have let you know how dangerous us pirate scum can be hehehe.” He smiled a large intimidating smile. His eyes still locked onto Fins broken body, as if he was testing him. Then he noticed a note clutched in Fins hand.”Hmm, what's this then? A note,” he stated, and as his eyes scanned the paper his expression turned cold, and distant. A solemn look that let anyone who might have seen him read the note know it wasn't good news. He crumbled up the piece of paper, and tossed it into his mouth swallowing it whole. Then stood up, and lifted Fin by the shirt.”Alrighty, I'll have my crew's doctor patch you up. Then yer comin with me, as per yer Ma’s wishes. But don't let the crew know yer my son. If they ask you’re an orphan I decided to let join the crew as a cabin boy. Wouldn't want em thinkin I got a weakling for a son after all.” He told the barely conscious Fin, as we walked towards his large intimidating ship. Fin could only understand fragments of what he was rambling about, as his eyes grew heavy, and he drifted into unconsciousness.



    When he woke his wounds were patched up, and he was laying in a cot of some sort. A colorful orange, and white Fishman sat beside him smiling. He introduced himself as Nemo, and informed him of everything that had happened.”Yes, so he brought you here, and I treated your wounds. You should rest for now, we'll be heading out soon.” Fin wanted to argue, he wanted to leap out of bed and question Landon. But his body refused to obey his command. Eventually Nemo had to sedate him for fear that he would harm himself more. He didn't dream in his sleep. Maybe because he was far too exhausted to dream, or it could be all the drugs running through his system. Either way he was in a happy muddled sleep. That was until a flash of light, and sound of the sky exploding roused him awake. His face was swollen, and sore. He could barely see out of his right eye, and the sound of thunder outside confused him. He stumbled out of bed, steadying himself as the ship rocked back, and forth. He made his way to a window, and stared out.


    He was amazed to find the ship above water, and a storm brewing around them. His heart began to race, and he was startled by another flash of lightning. In response he fell onto the floor, and crawled back against the wall. Or rather what he thought was the wall, but when a firm hand placed itself on his shoulder he yipped in surprise, turning to the owner or the hand. Luckily it was the Clownfish Fishman known as Nemo. Fin hadn't noticed before, but apparently he only had one arm. Of course his mother had taught him it was rude to stare, so he averted his eyes. Something that caused Nemo to chuckle,” hahaha, no need to be so uneasy. You're among friends little one, the captain brought you aboard himself. No one would dare go against him.” Nemo said with a kind smile, yet the words sent a shiver down Fins spine.” No one would dare go against Landon? So if it wasn't for him then the others would use me for bait huh?” He asked scowling, obviously still nervous. Nemo's words having little affect on him. Nemo chuckled, and waved a hand at Fin dismissing his thoughts,” haha, no no! Don't be silly, only half would use you as bait. The other half would probably be to impatient, and just eat you instead.” This caused a hearty laugh to erupt from Nemo. Which after a moment it slowed down and became more of an awkward laugh.”Ha..um..that was a little pirate humour you see..” He said rubbing his shoulder looking rather embarrassed.”You're not very funny,” Fin stated, still glaring at him.”Sorry, so… How about we go meet the rest of the crew?” He suggested, getting a sigh from Fin. Who really just wanted to crawl back into the cot and pass out. Yet the chance to talk to his dad was to good to pass up. Besides, he didn't trust the others enough to sleep around them, at least not again.


    So he followed Nemo eyeing everything around him. Waiting for something to jump out at him, and attack. Luckily no such thing happened, and as they approached the dining area Fin could hear laughter, and yelling. The cheerful sounds were kind of out of place with the intimidating appearance of the ship. With it's aged walls, and rickety appearance covered in green algae. If you didn't know better you might have thought it was a ghost ship. This thought soon passed as Nemo opened the door to the dining room. Then a bright light blinded him, filling the ship hallways with light. After a moment Fin one good eye adjusted to the light, and he stepped in Nemo standing beside him.”Our new cabin boys awake Captain Landon! Figured I'd introduce him to the rest of the crew.” The cheerful banter of the crew stopped at Nemo's words. They all stared at him for a moment moment, the tension hanging in the air. Then one of the larger Fishman walked over to Fin glowering down at him.”Hurd you was da one who tried attackin da cap'n.” He smiled with bristle like teeth, he was clearly some kind of whale Fishman. Fin looked up to his massive head, and frowned unsure of what to expect. Then the whaleman raised an arm, and gave Fin a heavy Pat on the back.”Hahaha, dat takes guts smol fry! Welcome to da crew!” He cheered, and the crew followed, even the Blowfishman gave a nod of approval towards Fin. He was then lifted into the air, and seated down next to Nemo, and a starfish fishwoman, who seemed to be fluttering her eyes at the whale Fishman. Fin ignored them as a steaming plate of food was placed in front of him by the ship chef. A lobster Fishman by the name of Cray. The Whales name turned out to be Boreal, and the Starfish woman was Astera. Fin didn't see his father anywhere, and when he asked about him he got nothing but awkward glances.


    “He prefers to be alone right now, it's best not to go bothering him.” Nemo told Fin, before changing the Subject.”Hey, since you're new to the crew, how about we talk about some of our adventures!?” He offered, this getting a uproar from the other members of the crew. So they spent the entire night chatting, and telling tales of their journeys. Apparently Landon had made it a point to put his own people's well being, and freedom above those of others. Essentially he was a Fishman rebel, more or less. But he didn't necessarily hate all humans either. He simply didn't acknowledge most of them, unless they posed a threat to him that was. But after a long night, of eating, and chatting. Fin had grown tired, and decided to head to bed. Wishing the others a goodnight he headed back to his bed alone.


    Fin was ready to slip into bed, but the flashes of light, and the booming sound of the thunder were making it impossible for him to sleep. So he decided he'd try and shut the window somehow. Thinking that it might muffle the noise, as well as stop the flashes. The window was round, and had a wooden cover that he could latch shut. He got a chair so he could better reach the window, but jumped when another flash of lightning brought the silhouette of a mysterious man to Fin’s attention. It took a moment for Fin to work it out, but after a few more flashes he deduced the man was his father. Why he was standing out in a storm Fin didn't know, but he seemed to he leaning over the edge staring at a picture. With another flash Fin recognized it as a picture of his mother. His dad simply stared, as the rain beat down upon his figure, and the wind raged against him. He kept the picture clenched safely in his hand. The sight tugged at Fin’s heart, and he decided any questions he had for Landon could wait for another day. So he shut the window, and plopped down in his cot. Drifting off to sleep and leaving his father to mourn the woman they both loved, and would never see again.


    A few nights after that, when Fin was cleared to start his duties as a cabin boy. So he got to work, scrubbing down the deck, cleaning up the cabins, and doing whatever else he had to. At night he'd help hand out the food, and enjoy a meal, and stories of their adventures. After he'd help clean the dishes, before heading off to bed. Weeks passed, and he had grown close with many of the crew. Even getting to know his father a bit better. Although for the most part his father kept himself locked up in his quarters. Fin didn't seem to have time to chat anyway, as he was constantly kept busy. With the ship being such a mess, and filled with lazy, pirate slobs it was a lot to handle. Not to mention the attacks from the world government, or on occasion other pirates. But after a while Fin got use to it, and even began training with one of the crew. He was a Swordfish Fishman by the name of Espadon. He was a newer member of the crew, but talented in the fishman martial arts. Fin had found after getting the tar kicked out of him, that he loved battle. So he wanted to train to join up with his dad's crew. Espadon trained Fin for a large portion of their travels on the sea. Until the day they stopped at a strange out of the way island. It was filled with warriors of all types. Fin was amazed to see all them in one place, and then...his dad kicked him out..


    “What!!!???” Fin asked his mouth gaping open in shock.”Yep, get off my ship you lily livered punk. If ya want to join my crew you need to get stronger, a lot stronger. So, I'm leaving Espadon here with you. A babysitter to make sure you don't get killed. Besides he could use some training as well. Hehe, come looking for me when ya think you're tough enough to rejoin my crew. That is if you don't die before then, and ya can find me... Guess I'll see you later kiddo?” He asked leaving the answer up to Fin. Whether he could survive this island full of seasoned warriors, or if he'd die. It was all up to him, and Espadon somewhat. So after saying his heartfelt goodbyes he, and Espadon departed from the crew. Fin watched as they sailed away, however Espadon didn't seem to be very interested. Perhaps it was due to him being newer, although even then Fin was newer than Espadon. But even then he never seemed to hang around the other members of the crew, much like Fins dad. But he seemed to get along with Fin just fine. So Fin was glad that he had stayed behind with him, although the fact his father said he could use some more training only made Fin question the strength of his father, and the crew.



    The island was known as Ares Aisle. A island where people came to grow stronger, and gain fame, and fortune by pounding others faces in…. So Fin was totally into it! He, and Espadon trained hard to make sure Fin was prepared for the battles of the Coliseum. Of course Fin would be in a different ranking that Espadon. Being as he was much younger, and much less talented. But even so as the years passed they both grew much stronger, and rose through the ranks of the fighters in their rankings. They won battles, lost battles, and trained learning from those past experiences. Fins talents with Fishman Karate grew at a surprising rate. This was made even more surprising considering Espadon Fins teacher was far better at swordsmanship than he was at Fishman karate.



    He and Espadon grew close, almost like father, and son. He even introduced Fin to alcohol, which he might have regretted later on… But besides a few drunken mishaps, scars here, and there, and loses everything was fine. That was until after many years of battling, training, and growing to know one another, Fin got a bit to drunk, and told Espadon his secret.”I…*hic*..trus you Espie! So I'mma le ya in on a secret. You'd make a way better dad than stupid ole Landon.” Fin told Espadon, as they stumbled across the beach of Ares. They had decided to celebrate Fins rising to the next rank of the Coliseum. Lots of Booze, a bit of friendly sparring, and some ladies. But the mood changed when Fin spoke of Landon. Espadon had always been adamant about not wanting to speak of Landon. Fin had never understood why, but usually didn't push the subject. That was until that night.”What was that Fin? I'm sorry I must have misheard you. Did you say Landon was your dad?” He spoke clearly, although Fin knew he was drunk as he staggered before to him.”Yea, but I'd rather haves you to be my dad's! Yer fun!” It wasn't a second after saying this, that Fin felt a warmth move across his chest. He stopped staggering, and looked down to see a red line make its way from one end of his chest to the other. Espadon had struck him with his blade. Leaving Fin injured, and confused.”But...why?” He asked falling down to his knees, the cut was deeper than he first thought. This showed when blood poured from it. Fin pressed his hand against it, trying to keep from bleeding to death. Espadon stood over him menacingly blades in both hands, one dripping with Fins blood.”Let me tell you about Black Geels Landon… he's responsible for killing my entire crew. He ripped them all apart without a second thought, and only let me live because I was a Fishman, and showed some skill. If I had been human, or even slightly weaker. Then I'd be dead now.” He said his eyes reflecting the past that still haunted him.”We challenged his crew, but still. After what I saw him do I swore I'd take his head, or better yet everyone he cared for. It seems the heavens have shone in my favor. I have his only son before me, rip for the killing.” He smiled devilishly, aiming the tips of his blades at Fin, as well as his swordfish nose.”It's a shame you had to be blood to such a monster. I really did like you Fin. Now, die!!” He charged at Fin with incredible speed, but Fin slammed his fist into the ground causing a massive wave of sand to erupt from the ground. This gave him just enough time to get in the water. Once submerged, he rocketed away from the island at full speed. Using all of his strength to escape Espadon, and promising he wouldn't trust others so easily again. Luckily even while bleeding out he managed to escape. He woke up on a strange island, and was found by a boy, and his pet. After some crazy adventures on the island they began traveling together, and so far have been causing trouble wherever they've gone. Their latest adventure has taken them to an island known as Ballaggan Port. Fin arrived on his father's ship at the age of 15, the travel to Ares Aisle took two years, then he trained on Ares Aisle for ten years. He's traveled with the small human boy, and his furry companions for about a year.








    (some side story for fin)

    The crowds rumbled as the sun began to set on there grand stadium where the event was held. The stadium had been in the shape of a large dome - and all those who had come to watch stood by within a ring of stands which surrounded the arena; hard dirt was what they were fighting on. A hard surface but for the event which was taking place, it would prove to be essential. Dust filled the stands from the pits, and as it began to settle the voice of the announcer could be heard ringing throughout the stadium “Ladies and gentleman!! I welcome you-- TO OUR WEEKLY SHOWDOWN OF THE EVENING!!!!” leaving a slight dramatic pause before continuing “Introducing first...On the south corner we have a combatant that we all know and love, the mortal tower - the crusher of dreams and the raging bulldozer, I PRESENT TO YOU JACKAL THE HOUUUUUUUUNNNND DOG!” The crowd burst out into a wild chant, cheering for their local champion as the large brooding figure emerged from the south end of the stadium. He was a large, rounded man whose biceps would have easily been the size of stone pillars, wearing nothing but long track pants along with a plain white tank top. His face was rough, and appeared as if it had been beaten in with an oversized hammer one too many times and it was clear he was a fairly old man, he raised both of his hands to address the crowd and walked to a halt near the center of the stadium - meanwhile the announcer had been prepping his voice for the next line…


    The crowd let out another roaring chant that went something along the lines of ‘It’s coming, it’s here!’ or ‘Bring the beast out!! We want to see him already!’, but with the crowd saying both at the same time it came off as nothing but senseless chanting. The announcer's voice thundering throughout the stadium yet again “Annnnd introducing next! THE MOMENT WE HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR! The beast among men, the tunnel shark - SHARKTOOTH FIIIINNNNN!!!!!!” for a moment, the roaring crowds went into a subtle silence. As the tall, and intimidating shadowy figure started to make it’s way forward, kicking up dust into the pits every small step it took. Emerging into the sunlight was a seven foot tall, and brutish fishman who wore a determined expression on his face, Sharktooth Fin was no doubt ready - his hands already raised up in a ready fighting stance. After a few moments of silence engulfed the stadium, and Fin had stepped into view for the first time the moment of shock quickly passed and they came out roaring even louder than the first time, even the announcer was struggling to keep himself from shouting - letting out a short mutter that seemed like he was saying “HELL YEAH!”.


    As the crowd managed to calm down as both of the combatants made their final preparations (Stretching, moving around the pit to get a sense of spatial awareness, picking their nose etc.) before the announcer's voice yet again thundered throughout the stadium “ALLLLLLRIGHT LADIES AND GENTLEMAN! We have our combatants! And we are set for the fight, let the match BEGIIIINNNNN!!!!” The crowd roared again in sheer excitement, and both combatants pounced for the other with brute force - when it come to a battle of sheer size; both were on even footing. As for Fin’s opponent at the very moment of the match starting had suddenly gained extra muscle mass to his body in a blink of an eye - so fast Fin questioned if it wasn’t just his eyes playing tricks on him. But it was no matter, Fin rushed in aggressively as always - and as soon as he got into arm's reach of his opponent who was now arguably as buff as he was at this point he sent his right arm flying forward with furious force whilst shouting his technique “Hyakumaigawara Seiken!!(Hundred Brick Fist)” - the strike was like a blur at the distance and was directed right for Jackal’s chest; but an inch away from hitting his opponent Fin felt an overwhelming pain, a pain that was his eyes. Jackal had struck his eyes, and once Fin could regain his eyesight he noticed that his opponent had been using a very strange stance he had never seen before.


    “SHARKTOOTH FIN HAS BEEN STRUUUCK!!” The announcer’s voice thundered again, anticipation in his voice.


    His stance was bending by the knees, leaning forward and stretching his hands out the front of himself while having both of his hands make the shape of the letter ‘G’. Jackal’s face remained in a stoic expression, but Fin was on the verge of bursting into laughter - a wide and frankly wicked grin stretched up on both sides of Fin’s shark-like face, feeling amused at the sight which to him looked completely ridiculous. Rubbing his eyes, trying to regain his focus “Heheh! Ye got meh pretty good, but if ye think that ye are gonna beat meh that easeh yer wrong” continuing to cackle to himself, they stood off for a few moments - Jackal was playing the defensive but this didn’t occur to Fin, instead he readjusted his eyes back onto Jackal and went at it again with a furious stomp of his feet rushing in towards Jackal. Leaving a slight crack in the ground he stomped on he continued rushing forward and this time came striking with a vicious kick to Jackal’s side - which had been blocked by Jackal; going for a counter strike with another strike aimed towards Fin’s face - this time Fin had saw it coming and responded, a deadly crunching sound ringing through the stadium followed by a short series of painful screams emitting from Jackal. Who had his arm caught inside the terribly powerful jaws of Fin - who crunched down hard enough to crush the very bones in the man’s arms before he was able to respond with a thundering knee to Fin’s chin in an attempt to shrug him off.


    Blood began gushing down Jackal’s arm, but Fin had now let go after being rung in the head by the knee Jackal delivered - releasing the immense pressure of his jaw just long enough for Jackal to escape the grip and pounce back into position. Though instead of a stoic expression, he was sweating terribly and his left arm severely wounded, he was showing hints of both pain and fear. It was as if Fin could smell this fear in fact, because he came rushing again; the intimidating figure came rushing in like a bulldozer right at his target. Except instead of waiting for Fin to reach him this time, Jackal pounced forward with surprising finesse considering his size “Kata Kori!” he brung his right arm down with a thundering crack to Fin’s shoulder with high speed. Going right back into his position a few feet back afterwards only to come bouncing back forward to repeat the attack “Kata Kori!” another thundering crack to Fin’s other shoulder now, and back to his position..Fin was caught off guard by this series of attacks and remained staggered for a moment, it was also at this moment he started to realize a couple things, first was his opponent was not your everyday martial arts practitioner and the other thing he noticed was how unnaturally fast his opponent was for his size. “Argh...W-what is yer technique..” Fin spoke under a few groggy pants.


    Growling to himself only a short moment after, changing his mind “Forget it!” he charged again; it was becoming clear to everybody that Fin was starting to get riled up, and he came at Jackal with a flurry of strikes - sweeping down towards Jackal with furiously thrown karate chop like attacks “Wanto Giri Konran!!” his voice had a hint of anger to it, perhaps triggered from getting hurt by the last sequence of attacks Jackal delivered his arm slashes didn’t seem to be making much effect. Jackal was surprisingly nimble, and kept light enough on his toes through the flurry of attacks to either completely evade or block all the attacks delivered towards him. Fin was getting increasingly annoyed as this went on for several minutes, to the crowd it would have been hard to keep track of exactly who was hitting who and who was winning the exchange as it seemed like both were landing a few strikes here and there on each other. Bruises started showing on Fin’s body, and Jackal wasn’t looking much better for wear either - they split up for a short moment, both combatants pouncing back to opposite sides of the pits, dust flying up between them and obscuring the crowds vision for a short period of time. Some voicing complaints about not getting to see the action, others remained quiet in anticipation of what might happen next - this included the announcer who stood there almost speechless.


    Fin finally noticed something as well. His opponent had been growing larger, stronger after almost every exchange they passed, which struck Fin as strange. Jackal could tell Fin’s expression of curiosity all too well and peaked his interest further by stating what his fighting style actually was. “I know what you are wondering, and the answer to your question is I am a practitioner in the art of ‘Jio-Ken’..I have been studying it since I was but a boy, It is a technique which becomes stronger with age - and I have been using this for over thirty years!!”. To most people Jackal’s words carried wait, people in the crowd were ‘oohing’ & ‘aahing’ at every word but Fin had almost been bored to death by the explanation, and with an annoyed expression on his face exclaimed “Aight aight no need teh tell meh yer life storeh...Bu’ now I know what yer doin’..” Fin’s confidence was rising again, of course he had no real idea what the exact details of Jackal’s fighting style were but from what he could gather from his speech it had a big link to his age, and unfortunately for Jackal he hadn’t been the only one practicing their martial arts for a large majority of their life - and Fin still had a few tricks up his sleeve even above water.


    Jackal didn’t seem to respond after that, and Fin wasn’t capable of seeing the smug grin the old man held on his face, nor that this time he was finally going on the offensive as well. Pushing the dust away with a swift pounce directed towards Fin’s position, except what Jackal didn’t expect..


    “NAMI RIBAIASAN!!” Amongst the unsettled dust came up roaring figure, a water stream releasing from Fin’s palm after punching into the air, releasing what appeared as a large water leviathan shooting towards Jackal with furious force. Jackal was completely caught off guard by this, and was hit directly with the attack which sent him flying into the stadium wall behind him - leaving cracked into the concrete he landed into. Now, both staggered and injured - water flushing down around him signifying the technique was over; but not the attack. Through the frey was Fin, who came down rushing towards Jackal to finish the job. His right hand extended back with his hand open like one would do when preparing a karate chop but instead aiming the tip of his fingers right at Jackal’s chest as he came running in and striking.


    “Sutoraiku Yari..”


    A small squirt of blood gushed out onto Fin’s torso, Fin’s giant hand impaled Jackal’s chest and tore a terrible hole in the middle of the man’s chest. He watched as Jackal shrunk in size, going from a large buff figure to a brittle aging man who didn’t notice blood had started leaking out of his mouth. Fin stared into Jackal’s eyes, half surprised that this was actually the man he had been fighting the whole time. Ripping his hand out from Jackal’s chest, the last words which Jackal could gasp out from his breath before falling into unconsciousness was “I...didn’t...expec-” and the rest would be left to speculation. Blood covered Fin’s whole right forearm and the pool of water that was around Jackal was now replaced by blood. Medics came into the pits from all sides, already prepared with all the required equipment they needed and dragged Jackal off the stage - reassuring everybody despite the injuries he would manage to survive.

    (End of spoiler paragraph)


    The whole stadium was in shock, no one saw the turn of events coming in such a sudden way but the scene did not fail to entertainment. After shock had passed they were back into a roaring chant, all screaming out for the one known as ‘Sharktooth Fin’.


    And the announcer concluded the fight “ANNNNNNNNNND OUR WINNER, SHARKTOOTH FIN!!!!” …..End
     
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    • Kai Autumn Oak
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    • Full Name: Kai Autumn Oak

      Gender: Male

      Age: 19

      Physical description: His hair is a ginger mess of tangled knots, he cuts it when it gets pass his ears. His eyes are like brown pools of mud. His face is round with puffy cheeks, as well as two tiny ears dotted on the sides of his head. His body is externally slender and thin suffering from malnourished.

      Height: 5.5 Foot

      Potential Position: Quartermaster/Treasurer

      Weapons: A whip!




     
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    • Anjellyka Marinus
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    • Full Name
      Anjellyka Marinus

      Nickname
      Jelly/ Sea Wasp

      Gender
      Female

      Age
      27-28 maybe, she honestly can’t remember (actually 207)

      Physical description
      Anjellyka is a rarer type of fishman: a jellyfish fishman. She is a rather tall girl and crowning the top of her head she has the soft dome of a jellyfish, although it looks like a hat it is actually a part of her head. Coming out from the bottom of it are super long, transparent, thin strands that almost look like hair but they are actually her tentacles, surrounding her body completely, some even falling in front of her face. Underneath the dome she has not as long thicker tentacles that are blue with a slightly transparent quality to them. She has slippery, soft blue skin that seems like it has almost a jelly like quality to it, parts of her skin is also slightly transparent mainly in the extremities like her fingertips and toes. Unlike most fishmen, Anjellyka does not have any gills on her body as jellyfish instead breathe through their permeable skin. You will usually find her wearing a multitude of different colored skirts and a tube top or tank top.

      Height
      6’

      Potential Position
      Cabin-girl of the Horizon Stride Pirates

      Weapons Carried
      Only herself

     
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    • Yummy Caspius Foods
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    Yummy Foods: Crafter Of Recipies
    "~Grrrrrahahahaha! This recipe is my GREATEST masterpiece yet!"
    "No one can overcome the Nii-Frying Pan Style! ~Grrrrrahahahaha! I'd give up now if I were you!"
    "~Leeeet's Geeet COOKIN'!"

    ​
    (Identity Stuff)

    Full Name: Yummy Caspius Foods


    Nickname: Yum-Yum, Mr. Afro, The Recipe Fiend


    Gender: Male


    Age: 21


    Physical Description:
    latest


    Yummy is a twenty-one-year-old that is exactly five feet and eight inches tall. He has a rather muscular build, six-pack abs with big strong arms marked by black lines, yet lanky legs with hidden strength inside. Yummy has an overly large blonde afro and his usual outfit is a blue button-down collar shirt, that does nothing to hide his navel, and black pants ripped at the bottom with a grey buckle. He also likes to wear his signature white shades, thinking it makes him look cool...

    Potential Position:
    Cook of the Horizon Pirates

    Backstory:
    Living in a small kingdom around North Blue, Yummy's family was one of the poor serfs. Even with his father and mother both having multiple hard jobs, meals were still hard to come by. There were not many generous people in the kingdom due to greed, and the prices for food were also expensive! Yummy ate at least three times a week, but there was a dark time where the prices had increased, making it unaffordable for people such as his mother and father. They had gone at least nine days without food, and they were close to dying of starvation, too weak to work or scavenge anymore.

    Until one day, a traveler wandered into the kingdom.

    He was a small old man, named Sushi, that was wise and with finesse and surprising strength. While walking through the streets, disgusted with everyone's greed, he noticed Yummy, on the ground crying to himself. The old man wandered over, asking the small child where his parents were. The food-depraved skinny child muttered of their fate to the hunger, causing the old man to realize the boy was not only on the ground due to sadness, but due to being close to the same fate himself! Quickly, the man picked up the child and toward an inn, where he purchased them a room and prepared Yummy the biggest feast the boy had seen!

    After a whole hour of Yummy devouring food, the boy was extremely grateful for Sushi's kindness. The entire time he stayed in the kingdom, Yummy was by his side, asking questions and doing various favors for him. And in turn, Sushi always asked him questions and told him stories, but his favorite story to tell was the Atmortal boy who made the 'Coup De Grace' dish, one that was tasted by a god and was so deliscious, the poor mortal ascended into a life of riches. At one point of time, Yummy began to watch Sushi cook all their meals. He did it with such skill, such precision. And no mistakes at all! Curious and extremely impressed, Yummy asked Sushi if he could teach him to cook. And with years and years of wisdom behind his words, Sushi said...

    "You wouldn't be able to handle it."

    And that was the beginning of Yummy's intense love for cooking.

    Yummy begged and begged Sushi for days, and finally, the man gave Yummy a test. If the boy could use the ingredients in a give knapsack to cook the man a likable dish, Sushi would train him. And after a whole week of preparation and reading mountains of cookbooks, Yummy's cooking day was finally ready. It took two hours, but his dish was finally ready. A piping hot soup...they ended up having to go to the town doctor after a fire erupted from his mouth. Yummy was disheartened by his failure, but Sushi just laughed, saying he was impressed Yummy made a meal so...'unique', his mouth couldn't handle it. And so, Sushi agreed to to train Yummy.

    After that, Yummy went through years and years of cooking training. Every day was constantly stressful, mentally and physically. Having to memorize 500-page cookbooks cover to cover and reciting it without having to have no mistakes, choosing which chosen dishes had poison in them and which didn't merely by smell and observation, even being forced to slay monsters in the forest just to know what parts are edible. But at the age of eighteen, he was finally ready. Ready to be a cook, Yummy was at the final test, which was actually similar to the first one! And the ending dish was the same, a simple soup...Sushi tasted it. And he told Yummy he needed a day to figure it out.

    ...Sushi disappeared that day.

    It was then Yummy knew he had to find Sushi. He blamed himself for Sushi's disappearance, thinking it was because his dish was horrible. He vowed to himself he would one day find the world's greatest recipe, the coup de grace dish, and began to search the seas looking for clues. It was a whole year of him transversing the seas, and during his search, trouble always seemed to follow. Being chased by marines after asking them to taste test cookies that burned their tounges, being banned from popular restaurants after sneaking into the kitchen to cook himself, and even some accidental collateral damage...

    STILL! He will find not only Sushi, but the ingredients of this dish! One horrible, unlucky step at a time!
    (Feeling Stuff)

    Personality:
    Yummy is...crazy. Not dangerously insane or anything, but just borderline crazy. His movements are Erratic, always going from calmly walking to sprinting, skipping, or even twirling around. This proves that he is a rather eccentric fellow, social too, always talking with someone and doing the weirdest things because of his hate for boredom He's also overly-confident, believing he can turn any fight or recipe around with enough of his determination and skill. Of course, this can lead to some major problems when it comes to much stronger opponents.

    The only time when he's really serious is when he's cooking or just with food in general. When he's cooking, his mind is a mental fortitude, no one or nothing in the world being able to break him...even in battle. And with food, he's willing to do anything if anyone needs it or if its in trouble. He's a bit of glutton, willing to eat any food, dirty or clean, spicy or sour, ANY food out there, he'll eat.

    Likes:
    Cooking
    Spicy foods
    Blackjack
    Any kind of Tea.
    Juices and Sodas
    Making Recipies

    Dislikes:
    People who don't eat all of their food
    Mondays
    Losing his shades
    Recipies that taste bad

    Character Strengths:
    Strangely flexible
    Nimble
    Outside of the box thinker
    Easily Befriendable
    Master of Disguise (At least, to him)

    Character Flaws:
    Has a somewhat short attention span
    Too sure of himself
    Known for getting himself hurt, sometimes even on purpose
    (Battle Stuff)

    How do you fight?:
    Yummy doesn't have a preference to fighting in close combat or ranged, but he's more skilled at the former. He's the one who always attacks first and likes his strikes to be swift, giving him energy after to dodge and spin out of the way of attacks.

    Unique Abilities:
    Superior Tastebuds- Yummy can pick up every ingredient someone's used for a dish just by eating one to two bites of it.
    Superior Smell- Yummy can smell foods and other scents, big or small, from at least ten feet away.
    Heat-Resistant Hands- Due to his rigorous cooking training, Yummy's hands have adapted to hugh heats. He can touch heated metal and even small flames!
    Crazy Recipe Inventor- Yummy is actually a good cook! Just...experimental. His dishes have plenty of flavor to them, sometimes one big one and sometimes multiple ones that clash into each other perfectly. Although...some of his dishes are classified as poisons, weapons, and even explosives.

    Weapons Carried:
    Bob and Linda- Yummy carries two titanium skillets that are slightly bigger than average, their names engraved on the handle. On the top, there are two buttons, one green, and one red. The green button enlargens the skillets to a size comparable to large warhammers, while the red button also slowly heats up the metal.
    Cook's Miscellaneous Arsenal- Yummy usually carries a couple of kitchen knives with him, as well as various sauces that could blind his opponents, and some of his own dangerous, yet edible recipies.

     
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    • Trista February
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    • Trista February
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    “Animals...can't lie. They stay, true, to their ins, tincts. That's why, I like them more, than people.”​


    Nickname
    Three, Tris

    Gender
    Female

    Age
    19 (at time of death)

    Physical description
    Sinewy and having barely lost her muscle mass on account that she was revived pretty early into her death, Trista makes for a perfect mercenary- lean, and muscular. She stands at a pretty solid 6 feet but her slouch and low stance in combat easily makes her mistakable for being about 5’10” or even shorter. She is most known for her light moss-colored hair, blank, milky eyes, and her faded uniform, along with her heavily scratched and damaged armor. She speaks softly and slowly and staggers through her dialogue, with gaps in between words, represented by commas. She never raises her voice, which is something to take note of.

    Height
    6’0”

    Personality (one paragraph minimum)
    Trista is either the easiest person to decipher, or an intensely difficult one to work out just what her thoughts are. She masks every single emotion of hers behind different smiles, and is never seen without one. One can tell the difference between some of the more obvious ones, such as the apologetic curl, but ones such as her light, amused smile, her puzzled one, or, most dangerously, the one that has no emotion behind it, but simple, seething rage, all resemble the other in one way or another. Her level, slow, and steady tone when she speaks does not help matters, oftentimes blurring the line even further. What may sound like polite advice, may actually be a warning. Most of those who knew her when she was alive agree that her eyes were what gave away what her real thoughts are, but now, when the emotions are masked by the milky cloud of death, that method has, for the sake of the pun, since expired.

    Trista is mostly a self-serving lady, like any good mercenary worth their salt. She is no coward, but if a situation seems dangerous for her to handle, she will back out of it, refusing to show any sense of bravado. To those she has only barely acquainted herself with, she shows little to no affection to them, choosing to keep herself distant. However, she is also bound to a personal value of honor. She has exhibited this towards both the tiger mink, and her leader, especially the latter. Her last selfless act was to give her life for the leader of Mercedes’ Mercenaries, after all. To that end, she also exhibits this similar trait to anyone who has done a favour for her. To those who have gone further and beyond, then it is nothing but undying loyalty from there onwards. One debt has already been paid. Another still needs payment. She has few friends far and in between, but she has since left them behind. She has died in their memories, and it would do no good to show them her face again.

    However, given her penchant for loyalty, perhaps if one were to befriend her, the steadfastness of her friendship would be the envy even of the ships of the Yonko.

    She also holds grudges like no other. Many a time, some have made the mistake of crossing her, and their ends came by way of the tip of her sword. The most famous example was the traitor of her past, who earned her eternal hatred, to the point where the first matter that she took care of when she rose from the dead, was not to follow the man who brought her back, but to kill the man who betrayed her. Woe betide those who dare behold her grudge.

    All in all, Trista February is a woman of an extreme lack of betrayal, of both her emotions, her allies, and her promises. She will put everything on the line, if anyone so much as wrongs her...or of anyone gives her the time of the day.

    Likes
    Animals, of any kind, including sharks and snakes and other dangerous animals. Helps that she is unable to be hurt by normal means. She also believes animals will never betray their instincts or their masters, making them trustworthy.

    Trustworthy people, though that can only be gleaned by exposure to them. No one is ever that trustworthy on the battlefield, much less the seas, however...

    Dislikes
    Muskets, pistols, any form of long-ranged combat. Even at her fastest, she can rarely close the distance quick enough and is often knocked flat on the ground by a strong enough force from a gun. They don't do her much harm as much as they annoy her.

    Traitors, more than anything else in the world. Do not lie to her, or to anyone she knows, even to a rival or foe.

    Character Strengths
    Undying Patience:
    I can wait. I can wait, for a long, long, time.[/i]
    Even when she was alive, she was like so, always waiting for the opponent to make the first move. She also exhibits this socially, where she can wait for anyone for a long time without a single complaint.

    Discerning Eye:
    I can, still see, you, know. I’m dead, not, blind.
    A trait most women and men of her trade should have, or they will never survive long in battle. Deft hands do not fool her, and every hidden blade will show, some way or another. Even as she struggles to remember the names of those around her, her eyes still work as well as ever.

    Character Flaws
    Poor Memory: Do not expect Trista to remember anything important. Names, directions, grocery lists- she forgets them all as quickly as she can wipe the blood off her sword. She rarely commits much to memory, and spends most of these days just straining to memorise faces.

    Sluggish: While not exactly slow, her body usually exhibits trouble trying to continue moving. It has gotten better over the years, but more often than not, her reaction times are slightly slower than a trained swordsman on par with her when she was alive. She is considered one of the slower swordsmen existing in this iteration of the universe, though she makes up for this with sheer ability to tank, and her skill alone.

    Slow: She likes to take her time, her speech being very very indicative of her need to make sure everything is done well, and at an intensely careful manner. She often makes others lose patience with her, and she is often cut out of a conversation due to how long she may take to finish a sentence.


    Potential Position
    The Brute, The Muscle, The WALL, of Tiger Shark Pirates

    How do you fight?
    A swordsman atypical from most other swordsmen. Where others focus on offense, Trista takes up the role of a balanced combatant with both her shield and sword. She has a more pragmatic combat style than most, choosing to stand her ground, intercept, then counter. She can wait for all eternity, literally, for her opponent to make their first move. She has no qualms about using her shield to stun her foes with a heavy bash, or utilising the damage on her blade and shield to catch her opponent’s own weapons and proceed to disarm them. She is, however, marginally slower than some, especially Rokushiki users and more talented swordsmen, allowing these more trained combatants to outpace her in combat. In a battle of attrition and stamina, Trista can outperform anyone, if not everyone, so it is vital to attempt to outspeed her and disable her early.

    Unique Abilities (if any)
    Undying
    Trista has been brought back from the dead, allowing her to live forevermore in a body that cannot decay any further than it already has. She cannot die, and all forms of damage are either nullified or diminished in some way. Her two biggest weaknesses are fire and blades, but even those are temporary measures of putting her out of the game. While she suffers damage from these two sources easily, she can just as easily recover from them, though that process would take a longer time. Her inability to die also allows her to move through underwater for extended periods of time, if not for an indefinite amount of time, though her movements are just as impaired as a normal human being’s in water, due to general water resistance. She, for still unknown reason, seems to regenerate lost parts at an accelerated rate when she is within an area that contains a sizeable amount of dead bodies, like a cemetery [discussed and accepted with AllHailDago AllHailDago 's permission].

    Weapons Carried
    Solomon: A straight sword with a terribly nicked blade. The blade still cuts reliably, especially with a good swing, and the nicks are used to great effect, essentially turning the sword into one that can disarm opponents with a twist of the user’s arm.

    Durham: A sturdy shield, with many scratches and etches upon its steel body, evidence of its use in the Fantasian Civil War. Smudges of blood still splatter across its body, the patterns indicating that the shield not only protected the wielder, but was also used to put dents in the heads of her foes as well.

    Backstory (3 paragraph minimum)
    A woman hailing from the kingdom of Fantasia. She was part of the Mercedes Mercenaries, a group of sellswords who took part in the Fantasian Civil War 11 years prior. Alongside the leader and his second-in-command, they were hired as extra muscle for the nobles who opposed the monarchy. Known as Three, she was one of the leaders of the few squads that fought with the noble faction. Unfortunately, during a skirmish, in a bid to buy time for her own squad and her boss, she was killed. Trista February’s story should have ended there, by all rights, but she was subsequently brought back to life by an unknown Marine. She now makes it her life’s reason to pay back her debt to this Marine, and to find out just why of all people, he would choose her to be brought back to life.

    Trista never properly acquainted herself with her parents. It was hard just remembering who her mother was, and never actually knew her father. As an undead, it was difficult to try and muster up memories of unimportant figures in her life, and as such, she devoted what she could remember to the few people she would prefer she remembered. She grew up under the guidance and tutelage of the leader of the Mercedes Mercenaries, the eponymous Mercedes himself. At least, that was what she thought his name was. She isn’t very sure of it nowadays. The memories must have slipped somewhere down the line. Nonetheless, she joined the Mercedes crew and earned her living as one of them.

    She was 18 when the Fantasian Civil War erupted. The Mercedes group were called to arms by the nobles who opposed the royal family’s rule, and Trista, alongside her leader and his second-in-command, joined the fray. She earned her name and fame during her short stint as a sellsword, and was soon elected to be a squad leader herself, the third down the chain of command. At a youthful age like hers, it was quite the achievement.

    Her title did not last long, however. She was eventually betrayed by the Mercedes’ second-in-command, who sold information to the royal family in a bid for power. She died in the line of combat, buying time for her squad to escape and inform Mercedes of his aide’s betrayal. It has been confirmed she stood her ground, one lone lass, at a narrow passageway of a mountain pass, and took out at least thrice as many men as her entire squad had for the entire war before she was finally routed by an assault from the back. She was unceremoniously disposed of, left lying in the dirt in the dark mountain pass, sprawled limp across the floor, but she had already done her job.

    Life, however, was not done with her just yet.

    The war swiftly ended in the victory of the royals. The Mercedes Mercenaries were forced to withdraw their contribution to the noble faction after one of their commanders turned coat, and another died as a result. One of their bigger contributors having been routed, the nobles collapsed under the pressure, and surrendered. Trista’s body lay unmoving in the mountain pass for months, shielded from the elements by the walls of the pass, the cold preventing the body from being host to maggots and parasites.

    Then he arrived. A tiger man in marine colours, who proceeded to retrieve her lingering soul and stuff it back into her body. Confused, thrilled, and trying to stand without buckling back down to her knees, she queried as to why he had gone out of the way just for her like this. She received no answer, and before she could catch up to him, he vanished without a word. She made a mental note to find this tiger man again, to repay back what he had done for her. But for now, she had other plans first. She picked up her sword and her shield, and set off for the nearest town.

    She couldn't quite remember what his name was, or how he looked like now. But she did remember the fear on his face as she broke through his door of his mansion, a trail of guards left in her wake, dead or dying. The traitor put up a fight, he did, but everything he did, served to be useless, and eventually his sword was caught in her body, the stiff muscles having done their work. She plunged her own sword into him, and flung him off his balcony, letting his body fall to the crowds below. Her vengeance done, she torched the mansion and left. No one paid attention to what seemed to be just another washed-up mercenary shuffling across the streets in the commotion of the death of a supposed hero of the war and the fire.

    And for 10 years she wandered, moving between islands under the guise of a, rather dirty, mercenary, travelling between ships to find this tiger man, in hopes that he is still amongst the marines.
     
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