One x One One Piece: Chasing Horizons - Characters

[Felix]

Sétanta Igramo'El​

Basics

Name: Sétanta Igramo'El
Gender: male
Age: 20
Sétanta has a tall dancers build, lean, but muscled. His skin is tanned by years of living in the jungle and at sea. Various scars (also originating from the forge and jungle) and tribal tattoos make for an intriguing network of lines on his skin. His soft features make him appear much younger than he is, though only the bravest dare mention it. His green eyes always have a mischievous spark except when he is feeling down or determined (both are very rare). His hair is crimson red and appears to be almost burning in warm sunlight (like in an Indian summer). He has dark symmetrical eyebrows, a small nose and soft lips with a little scar.

He always wears his signature bandana combined with either a red, black or a white shirt and a black long coat. He wears a black or crimson capri and refuses to wear any shoes. Most of the time he wears an eye-patch over his left eye. That way his eyes don't have to adjust to the dark, which can give a slight advantage in battle. He can also lift one layer and use the magnifying lense underneath.

Home Island: Igramo'El

Personal Details

Likes: exploration, animals, plants, nature, learning, people with a big passion or ambition, striving for greatness.
Dislikes: being docked for too long, confinement, rules and authority, boredom, lack of freedom, violence, oppression, endings and goodbyes
Character Strengths: Curious, Fast Learner, Versatile, Good intuition which she relies on heavily, Funny, Good judge of character, Easy-going, Adventurous
Character Flaws: Mischievous, Rebellious, Reckless, Fails to see potential danger, Greedy, Overconfident, Avoiding emotional talks

Abilities

Position: Captain
Weapons: Setanta has a quarterstaff strapped to his back which is hollowed out and doubles as a Fukiya (japanese blowgun). He has a belt with darts and various vials of poison to dip them in. He also has a simple hunting knife and rope, but he rarely uses those as weapons in battle.
Seth calls his own combat technique "Scarlet Swarm". The basic principle is to trap the opponent in one place and then confuse them by small attacks from multiple directions following each other at a rapid rate. When he finds the weak spots he will use fewer, but more powerful attacks on those areas. It consists of the following attacks:

• Scarlet Spider: He sets a mechanical hunting trap and lures the enemy by taunting them. He also uses this for boobytraps for fellow crew members.
  
• Scarlet Ants: poking the enemy with his jo at a rapid rate trying to find weak points on the opponents body.
  
• Scarlet Mantis: a firm slash with his Jo directed to a weak spot.
  
• Scarlet Mosquito: firing a lot of poisonless darts in sensitive places.
  
• Scarlet Hornet: Firing a single dart dipped in a poison that causes pain. Depending on the poison it can also causes muscle spasm, fever and heart failure. These extra effects have a very long incubation time.
  
• Scarlet Wasp: Firing a single dart dipped in poison with tranquilizing effect. Effects can cause delirium, immediate sleep, failing body parts and even death. The more severe effects can take days to surface.
  
• Scarlet Bombardier Beetle: this is a very dangerous attack only to be used in desperate situations. When there is no other way out he will break one of his vials of poison. The toxics will evaporate and make for a poisonous vapor, which can allow Seth to escape.
  

Backstory

20 years ago a small boat washed ashore on an isolated island. The inhabitants, the Igramo'el tribe explored the ship and found a man on the brink of death who held a baby in his arms. They both made it, but the man left as soon as he recovered, leaving the baby at the tribe without saying anything about where he came from. The tribe decided to take the baby in and raise him as their own. The baby was named Sétanta.

Seth had a secluded childhood. Most tribesman and their children treated him like an outsider, because of his fair skin and red hair and lack of respect for their culture. Usually he would go off on his own exploring the surrounding jungle. He learned about the plants, animals and how to survive in the wild simply by doing and failing a lot. Sometimes he would stay away for multiple days. The tribe's elders were a little worried him, but also saw potential in him, so they decided that he would become a hunter's apprentice. Seth eagerly accepted and soaked up as much knowledge and skills as he possibly could. When he turned 14 years old he knew basically all the ins and outs of the nature on the small island and how to hunt with traps and a blowgun. He was the king of the jungle, but he also grew bored. He missed the excitement of discovery. Like any teenager this boredom made him rebel and lash out, working on the nerves of the tribe.

A year later the first ship since Seths arrival landed, his wish for something new was finally heard. A man named The Collector had heard rumors of a legendary animal that bestowed great destinies on those who laid there eyes upon and had traveled all the way to Igramo'El to find it. The tribesman immediately knew what he was talking about, it was the silver Caracal, the deity of their forest. The being had not shown himself a generation, but they knew it was still around. However, no one dared guide the man, as provoking the being out of hiding was thought to curse ones destiny. The Caracal would only show himself to worthy people. Disappointed The Collector turned back to the ship.

On his way he met Seth, who was more than willing to defy his elders and help the man out. They tracked the cat for about a week, but found no signs of it. The tribe grew suspicious of the ship that was staying for too long. When they found out Seth had been helping them to find their god, they became really angry. They banned Seth forever and chased the crew of the island. The Collector was impressed with Seth's skills and offered him a place aboard his ship, which Seth accepted with great pleasure.

Since then he traveled with The Collector to the most exotic places in the South Blue. The Collector took it upon himself to teach Seth more about the world, specifically chemistry, since that was one of the few subjects that got Sétanta's full attention. They ran into quite some fights, so Seth was also forced to learn fighting with a staff from the crew's swordsman. Seth was not a big fan, but there was not much else to do during long voyages, so better to learn something and get stronger. He was mainly on board for discovering the new islands and stories of even crazier islands in the Grand Line. He yearned to set out on his own and venture wherever he wanted, yet the luxuries of the crew kept him back. Until The Collector branched out his collections to living things. He pitied the captives and the violence that stole their freedom from them. It went against everything he stood for. He tried to argue with The Collector, but with no avail. Now Sétanta is ready to restore some freedom and finally venture out into the Grand Line.

 

[Azure Sky]

View attachment 532615Basics:
Name: Volk
Gender: male
Age: 20
Species: mink (grey wolf)
Height: 8'7"
Fur Color: grey
Eye Color: dark grey
Home Island: Zou (but he doesn't know that), lived most of his life on an island called Whisky Rabbit

Personal Details:
Likes: meat, physical training, reading, nature
Dislikes: bigotry, pollution, ungratefulness for food, abusing animals & the innocent, being treated like a pet
Character Strengths: loyal, perceptive, analytic, curious, blunt
Character Flaws: sticks his nose where it (supposedly) doesn't belong, harsh, reckless, relatively distant, feels stressed/pressured if he is in crowded areas
Personality: Contrary to his appearance, Volk is a surprisingly well-mannered and educated individual. The cause of this is his thirst for knowledge and self-improvement. The more he learns, the more he wishes to learn and improve. To him, knowledge is power. Despite his manners though, he is not diplomatic at all. He is blunt, sometimes to the point of becoming harsh, and hates sugarcoating. He will not apologize for it if he believes he's in the right. He also appears somewhat distant, which, combined with his bluntness, makes him seem aloof. He is actually quite compassionate, but keeps his distance to avoid getting emotionally hurt by others. While he presents himself in such a way, though, he will recklessly jump into danger to protect those he cares about, even if he were to risk his own life.

He is more perceptive than he looks. Through the use of his senses and analytical nature, Volk can process high amounts of information and act accordingly, choosing the course of action he deems the most appropriate. Even then, he has a "special" train of thought, and his decisions may catch some people off-guard. Which may not be beneficial during teamwork.

On the other hand, Volk also has a feral side, not completely denying his nature as a wolf mink. He tries to keep control and not let his emotions/instincts get the better of him, but when he reaches his limit, he'll demonstrate viciousness and ferocity typical of a beast. Despite that, he generally still has enough self-control to not kill another creature.

The only time he is willing to kill is when he hunts for food. Since he's a carnivore, he does not feel remorse if he kills animals for the sake of eating them. He accepted this part of his nature. He also has an interesting philosophy regarding this matter: if you kill for the sake of nourishment, you should show your gratitude to your pray. As such, he always thanks, apologizes to his prey, and eats it until only bones remain, to show his gratitude, respect, and appreciation.

Abilities:
Potential Position: fighter/hunter
Weapons: N/A
Devil Fruit: N/A
Haki: N/A
Rokushiki: N/A
Fighting Style: Volk has a peculiar fighting style combining feral attacks with martial skills he picked up throughout his journeys. He can bite, pounce, scratch and/or tear with his claws, while also having a few techniques related to claw attacks. He may even approach his opponent by running on all fours. Despite that, as mentioned before, he also implements some martial arts techniques such as palm strikes, various kicks, elbowing, kneeing, and grappling. He either switches between "styles" unexpectedly, or blends them through his attack patterns. Volk makes great use of his extraordinary agility, demonstrating outstanding reflexes, dexterity, and speed, combined with his incredible strength.

All minks can use Electro, but since Volk did not grow up on Zou, he had no one to teach him how to use it properly, thus he has no understanding of it and cannot freely control it. He only generates electricity when he is incredibly angry and it simply dances around his body, engulfing it. He has not developed any technique with it.

His fighting style changes a bit if he enters Sulong form. He goes Berserk and his attacks are more ferocious, feral and crude/primitive.

Backstory:
Volk was born on the island of Zou, but he had no memory of the place, nor did he know who his parents were. In fact, he did not even know about Zou at all. He was raised by an eccentric man called Dicer George Maurice Adolphe Roche Albert Abel Antonio Alexandre Noah Pierre Von Williams (Dicer Williams for short) who also named the wolf mink.

Spoiler: Dicer Williams

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Dicer was a rich man, and some believed he was part of a noble family. On the island of Whisky Blues he had a big mansion, with a beautiful garden of roses at the front, and vegetables at the back, planted by himself. Indeed, this man had no servants, as he prefered to be independent. He cooked for himself, did his own laundry, cleaned the whole mansion, and... kicked ass. He was ridiculously strong, and would-be thieves found that out the hard way. Truly a mysterious figure.

It was he who found Volk on an abandoned raft drifted ashore in the middle of his usual daily long walks around the beach. He took one every day at the same hour, even if there was a storm. Like on that day. He realised that the little wolf was not a normal one, and he could not just leave it alone. So he took it with him back at his mansion. It was the start of something special.
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Dicer was certainly surprised (to say the least) to see the young wolf walk on two legs, and even more so when it started to talk. This made him realise that Volk wasn't a mere beast. Volk had reasoning. Volk was a person. He was an individual. And Dicer needed to treat him as such. Thus, he thought Volk everything he knew. He thought the Mink how to read and write, proper manners, how to do house chores, how to take care of a garden, how to cook, and how to fight. Volk was curious by nature and diligent in what he did, especially reading. He was a relatively fast reader, finishing one book per day, and vowed to himself that he'd read all the books in Dicer's library. But he was also good at fighting, yet, he did not imitate Dicer's fighting style.

"Why is that?"
"Imitating you would destroy my individuality. Thus I am trying to develop my own way of combat and make use of my own physical prowes."
"Marvelous answer."

And some time passed by.
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Volk grew big. Very big (and quite muscular). Taller than Dicer, whose height was 185 cm (6'1''). And his curiosity and restlessness grew with his size. He wanted to see the whole island. Dicer was a bit reluctant but he eventually agreed. Since Volk lived quite a few years of his youth in the limits of Dicer's huge estate, the man fear the Mink would be overwhelmed by the amount of people on the island. Yet, experiencing extensive social interactions was necessary, so he had to give in.

Whisky Rabbit was a huge island in West Blue, containing a great forest and a town on the other side. Interestingly, it had no bears, foxes, or any other carnivores. It only contained deer, wild rabbits, and boars. Quite a few townsfolk, hunted for them, as it was a part of the island's economy, together with fishing, and to a lesser extent, agriculture. The townsfolk knew about Dicer's eccentricity but did not expect him to come down with a giant wolf that would walk on two paws and dressed in human clothes. They were even more shocked when Volk started talking. Initially being afraid of him, after Dicer reassured them of Volk's nature and intelligence, the townsfolk became a little less fearful, and some even approached Volk out of curiosity. One of them was a hunting enthusiast, daredevil tomboy called Vanessa Bolt.

Spoiler: Vanessa

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It was the start of a few new experiences for Volk. One was the opportunity to interact with many people, which was overwhelming at first, followed by what seemed to be the start of a beautiful friendship, and... hunting. Indeed, Vanessa invited Volk for a hunting session. The Mink was unsure, but Dicer assured him that it was something he needed to do. And thus, he reluctantly went ahead with Vanessa. Before that however...

"Do not, however, go beyond the safe area." Dicer said.
"Aww, do you not trust me, mister Dicer?"
"Ah, it's a bit crude, but how do I say this? No."
"Ouch, harsh. But don't worry. I won't do anything reckless. Now let's go Volk!" She said as she pulled Volk by the hand. But he was too strong and wouldn't budge. He stood still for a few seconds. The scene was kinda cute.
"Uhhh...ok." Then he started moving and Vanessa almost tripped. Other people would have probably been angered or annoyed, but Vanessa...
"So cool! You're so strong. I think you'll make a marvelous hunter!"
"If...if you say so."

And thus for the first time, Volk ventured into the forest of Whisky Rabbit.
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It started out pretty simple. They'd capture a few rabbits and some deer. They would obviously not exaggerate, as to not disturb the ecosystem. Volk used his inhuman speed and strength to capture them. And simingly felt no remorse when seeing them get killed. Most likely because of his nature as a carnivore. On the other hand, there was something that he learnt from Dicer, regarding hunting, killing animals, and the true value of the meat he was eating.

"I am sorry, kind animals. Thank you for providing us with nourishment." He said, before the animals were killed. Vanessa and the rest of the hunters just watched him without saying anything. The Mink, despite not belonging to their species, was more human than they were. This made them realise that they were not grateful enough for the food they received from the lives that they took.

It all went well until they discovered a boar. Vanessa was a little too excited and the boar was quick to notice some unusual movement in the bushes, and instinctively fled. The tomboy chased it, and Volk ran after her, despite the rest of the hunters telling them to stop. They did what they were told not to do. Exited the safe area, entered the Beast's Turf. Vanessa and Volk, eventually cornered the boar. Or so they thought.

Behind the boar, was a bigger boar. Ok, bigger wasn't the exact word. It was unnaturally huge. A giant animal.
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"Vanessa...run."
"Bu-but..."
"RUN!"

The boar charged at them, and Volk tried to intercept it. With his strength he actually managed to keep it in place for a few seconds, but it was not enough. The boar tossed him aside with great force using its head, and Volk was sent flying breaking a few trees in the process. He then coughed blood. Did Vanessa manage to run? No, she didn't. She was still there with a rifle in her hands, too scared to move. The boar was approaching her, and she shot at it. Through sheer luck (or not) the bullet entered one of the beast's eye sockets (effectively losing an eye in the process). It roared in anger and in pain, it's shriek resonating throughout the island. In its pained state it looked with its remaining eye at Vanessa, furiously. It was going to kill her.

"DON'T YOU DARE!"

In that moment, the smell of its blood, and the sight of the creature trying to kill Vanessa, triggered Volk's instincts and feral side. He moved faster than ever, in a wild manner, befitting a beast. It was the first time that he ever felt such... anger. He pounced on the creature and bit it. Without realising, he generated electro at the same time, and shocked the boar. It fainted and fell to the ground. Volk did not understand what happened, but he took the opportunity to run out of there, taking Vanessa with him.

"Are you ok?"
"V-Volk...that. That was so cool!"
"Eh?"
"I mean, you defeated the War King! And you used electricity. That's insane. AND AWESOME... how did you do it? Are you a Devil Fruit user. What else can y-"
"Vanessa."
"Yes?" as she asked, and as they were far enough from the creature, Volk hugged her.
"It's ok to be scared. No need to act tough."
"Wh-what are y-you saying...I'm fine...I..." she started shaking and then crying, holding Volk close.
"It was scary, Volk. So scary!"
"Yes, it was. Everything is fine now, we're safe." The Mink continued to hold her until she calmed down.

"It's a shame you're of a different species..."
"Hmm?"
"Nothing. Just talking to myself."

Shortly after they exited the dangerous area, they met with the other hunters and Dicer. They bot got scolded for being reckless, especially Volk who attempted to fight the boar head-on. But Vanessa interrupted, stating that Volk defeated it, and that he could use electricity. She obviously said it in her own way, kind of like a fangirl, not stopping with the shower of compliments or adding how cool Volk was at the end of every sentence. The Mink was a bit embarrassed.

"Did you say electricity?" Dicer asked, his eyes widening. "Since when could you do that?"
"I was unaware of such an ability within me. Today was the first time I used it."

Dicer pondered.
"It was reckless, regardless."
"I will become stronger."
"Huh?"
"I will become stronger, so that something this never happens again."
"Isn't it better to just be careful?"
"Being careful only delays the inevitable. Those forged by hardship handle situations better than those who run away from them."
"Heh...Hehehehe. Marvelous answer."
"Hey Volk!"
"Yes, Vanessa?"
"I will become stronger as well." She said, with a smug expression. Volk smiled, and the two fist bumped.
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Volk grew bigger yet again. This time he was over eight feet tall. And he was alone for a while. Two months to be more precise. Dicer suddenly decided he had to take a trip, and went off, telling Volk that he'll return as soon as he could. Volk continued the same routine since he was young: taking care of the house and gardens, reading, and training his body. Then he'd take a walk downtown and help Vanessa and the hunters. It was a simple, yet satisfying life. And it was cosy. But it was pretty boring...

Volk did not want to admit it, but fighting the boar gave him a special sensation, one he never felt before. The adrenaline rush, the fury, the focus... the excitement. He was a bit sad that Dicer left him behind to go somewhere else, and didn't show signs of returning soon. Volk wanted to go as well. He was curious of how life was beyond the island.

"Pirates!"
Pirates?

Volk's train of thought was interrupted by a shout. A pirate crew came to the island. And they were not the nicest type, to say the least. They merely wanted to steal, have some fun, then flee. The first one to intercept them was Vanessa, ready to shoot at them with her rifle. But the pirates had some gunslingers as well, and they were quite a few.

"Greetings. Nice day we're having. Right?" Volk asked rethorically, from behind a pirate before grabbing and throwing them at another one, followed by a palm strike to the ground which elevated a lot of dust above the ground. Within the dust the pirates couldn't see, and Volk swiftly took them out one by one. They were then tied and ready for the Marines to take them in custody. But the Marines would only arrive the next day. So they were merely put in a storehouse, with townsfolk keeping guard. But there were unexpected elements at play...

The night was still young, yet quite beautiful. Almost clear skies, stars, and... a full moon covered by clouds.
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"Volk! Please wake up!"

There was a problem. The pirates escaped. Apparently their captain and other stronger members of the crew where hidding and waiting somewhere on another ship, in case things got sour. They waited until the night came and freed their companions. But that was not the main issue, they kidnapped one of the hunters that opposed them: Vanessa. They told the townsfolk that if they want to see her alive, they need to bring the "mutt" to them.

Volk cursed his carelessness as he went to meet up with the pirates. What they wanted was simple: sell Volk on the black market as a slave, possibly ending up as a "pet" for the Celestial Dragons. They were sure they'd get some good money out of it. But first his men needed to blow off some steam, so he ordered the Mink to stay still and on all fours as his mean beat him up, if he wanted them to let Vanessa go. The men approached him, ready to hit him, but before their fists could connect, Volk's anger built up to an uncontrollable degree and electro overflowed from his body, shocking the men, leaving them in a near death state.

"You damn mutt! You where a Devil Fruit user!" The captain shouted in anger, as he took out his pistol and ordered some of his remaining men to shoot. At that exact time Volk glared upwards, and the clouds were no longer covering the moon...

Blank. All went blank. After a while, Volk snapped out of it. He was in a daze, and didn't know what happened. He heard a wood branch crack near him, and a familiar smell. It was Vanessa. She escaped from where they were keeping her and probably came to help Volk. The Mink was happy and walked towards her. Surely she'd wear the same smug expression, and talk about how tough she is, and the obligatory comment on Volk's coolness...

"STAY AWAY FROM ME, YOU MONSTER!" And a rock flew towards Volk, hitting him in the head. The Mink was confused.
"Vanessa, why? I, I don't understa-"A smell filled his senses.

Blood. Where does it come from? Wait, before that. The pirates, they...

As he looked around, his eyes widened in horror. Apart from the pirates he already shocked, the others were... teared apart. There was blood everywere. What was this? Who did it? Why did Volk's hands feel warmer? He raised them and they were red. Why? Why were they red? Was it paint? He didn't understand. Volk fell to his knees, confused.

"I...I am sorry." the girl appologized.
"It's ok Vanessa, you must have been sca-"
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry! PLEASE FORGIVE ME!"
"Vanessa?"
"Please forgive me! Please don't hurt me! I am sorry I threw a rock at you...Please...don't...hurt...me." Vanessa was cowering in fear with tears in her eyes.

Wh-what is this... Volk felt like crying. He didn't understand what was going on. Shortly after some hunters also came to help Volk and Vanessa, despite the former telling them to stay put. They were shocked and confused at the scene, and didn't know what to make of it. But before any of them could voice their thoughts, they suddenly fainted. And so did Vanessa.

"What? What's going on?" Volk's psyche was on the verge of breaking.
"Calm down." The sound of a familiar voice. It's been two months since he last heard that voice. Dicer put a reassuring hand on Volk's shoulder.

"I'm home."
"Welcome back."
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The next day everything seemed to calm down. The marines came, and took the pirates that were still alive in custody. When asked what happened to the dead ones, the townsfolk simply said that they were killed by a wild beast. Vanessa was at home, and stayed in bed. She was feeling unwell, a mix of emotions swirling inside of her. The local doctor said her problem was not of physical nature. The atmosphere on the island was a bit tense. Despite everyone trying to go about life as they usually did, unease filled the air.

Meanwhile, at the estate, Dicer explained a variety of things to Volk: how he was born in a far away island beyond the Grand Line, how he took the trip to travel back to home land and beyond in search of more information regarding Volk, and that he discovered a few things of use. He told the Mink of the island of Zou, its inhabitants, Electro, and... the Sulong form. Yet, he could not discover how to reach the island, or who Volk's parents were, for which he apologized. The Mink told him that he had no reason to apologize and was grateful that Dicer would go to such lengths for him. Volk spent the remainer of the day thinking.

The following day, Volk told Dicer that he took an important decision, but first he had something else to take care of. And so he went out of the estate. He walked through town, and smiled politely at everyone he met on his way. They all smiled politely back, but were obviously distant and afraid. He even met Vanessa. Like for the rest, he smiled politely and moved on. The young woman tried to say something. There were many things she wanted to say, but the words simply wouldn't come out. She didn't know were to start, how to start, or with what to start. She still had this complicated mix of feelings inside of her. By the time she began uttering his name, Volk already entered the forest.

The Mink walked through the forest, ignoring every animal in the safe zone and continuing to walk until he reached the turf of the War King. The giant, now one-eyed boar, still recognized the wolfman, and as soon as Volk got near it, the War King left out its characteristic resonating roar, taking an attack position. Volk looked at it and growled, releasing high amounts of bloodlust. The giant boar took a few steps back looking at Volk with fearful eyes. They stared at each other for a few minutes, and then Volk simply turned around and left. As he re-entered the city, he simply smiled politely at everyone again, and they likewise smiled politely back, except Vanessa, who just looked at him with bright eyes and as their eyes met she just froze into place. Volk took one last look at everybody around him.

"Farewell everybody." He said, as he smiled brightly.

Once he got back to the estate, Volk told Dicer his intentions: he wanted to leave the island. He wanted to discover more about the world, and about himself. He wanted to become stronger. Dicer simply listened to him and nodded. The next day the eccentric man prepared a boat, and, together with Volk, sailed towards the Grand Line. As soon as they got on the other side, Volk simply took another smalled boat prepared beforehand, after he and Dicer said their farewells.

Thus Volk embarked on a new journey. Far from Whisky Rabbit, the island he once called home, and from Dicer Williams. His father.