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Fandom One Piece Preliminary Interest Thread
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Avalon Asahi Tao
Nickname
Lon
Gender
Female
Age
16
Physical Description
Lon has rather pale skin for being outside for such a long time. Due to her pale skin, her vibrant orange eyes pop. She's known for having a death glare, said to have the burning and hungry eyes of a tiger. Her hair is kept short so it doesn't interfere with her fighting capabilities too much. Her clothes are loose and flowy, making her look more elegant than she probably is. She has a small build, short and skinny, making her look more weak than she is as well.
Height
5'4
Personality
Lon is commonly described as a hot tamale. Small, but with a kick. Her combat capabilities are much higher than most, and has an attitude to match. She's quick-witted and sharp, not as daft as most think she would be. Lon is cunning and fierce like a tiger. She doesn't like to be understood, figured out, or put down. She likes to have an air of mystery around her, however it usually doesn't last. She's headstrong, but not hot-headed. Steadfast, but not fast to jump to conclusions or make decisions. She also hates when people confuse her for a boy.
Likes
Foxes (though she's most commonly related to a tiger, she likes foxes more)
Flowers
Rice
Adventure
Power
Spicy food
Cooking
Dislikes
Reading
Cruelty
Cold food
Overeating/Overeaters
Character Strengths
Close Combat - Lon is very formidable in close combat. She has sheer agility and strength to overwhelm an opponent who's not used to battle.
Focus - Lon was brought up very strictly, so she knows how to keep focus well. She prefers getting things done as quickly and as easily as possible.
Cunning - Lon is more clever than people take her to be. She's very curious and observant, which aids her in being able to figure a place out and how it works quickly. She's also good at thinking on her feet.
Character Flaws
Curiosity - Lon's curiosity can sometimes drive her to do some stupid things.
Limited Knowledge - Lon knows very little about things outside her home island.
Critical - Lon is very critical towards people, however, this is true especially for herself.
Potential Position
Cook
How Do You Fight?
Lon battles with a spear and hand-to-hand combat.
Devil Fruit
None
Other Unique Abilities
None
Weapons Carried
Spear
Backstory
Avalon was born on a very traditional island. Its ideals held onto the ancient rules and regulations of its ancestors. The ruling government were known as the elders, and their word was law. Their ideals often included myths of gods and the like, and one legend of the boy Nezha. This legend said that there were four mythical weapons scattered about the most dangerous place in the world, the Grand Line. If one were to obtain the four weapons, they would rise to divinity and become Nezha's successor.
Instead of normal schooling, children went through a rigorous program that melded them and trained them for setting off to find the weapons. Only a few people were granted permission to leave and find the weapons, and they departures were often celebrated with parties and festivities. Lon was a natural, and rose to the top. The training, beginning at age eight, went on until the girl turned sixteen. At this age, if children were still in the program, they were hailed as heroes and sent off to find the weapons.
Lon was reluctant to leave. She liked her life on the island, and didn't know anything about the outside world. She eventually set sail and arrived at a nearby island. She knew nothing about what it was, but she was taken in by an old innkeeper she encountered while looking for a place to stay. The woman, after making sure she wasn't a pirate, taught her about the world. Although, since the woman's knowledge was also lacking, she learned just enough to get a grip on the world. Lon was finally ready to find the weapons, and decided it was probably best for her to join a pirate crew to do so.
I'm doin it anyway
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Felix
Behind that Crazy Premise
I think if you use a spoiler then it's OK, those who don't want to see it just don't click it open.Bunny said:
M0N0
☾ TEMPTATION ☽
Wooooooo, been working on this all day and safe to say I'm incredibly proud of her.
Writing up those eight paragraphs for her history was mentally exhausting.
Name : Iyo Matsumae
Nickname : Red Oni
Age & Gender : 19 | Female
Race : Human {Originates from Wano}
Position : Assassin
Strengths and Flaws
+Intimidating
+Incredibly Agile
+Amazingly Acrobatic
+Resilient to Pain
-Secretive
-Prefers to use force over peaceful methods
-Bloodthirsty
-Not up to date with modern day.
Likes & Dislikes
+The art of Killing
+Training
+The Chi No Ha
+Challenging Fights
-Disloyalty
-People even trying to touch her sword
-Fake Ninja's
-"Sorcery" {Devil Fruit}
Appearance : Iyo is a rather imposing figure, to say the least. She stands at a fair height of 5'8Ft and already gives off the appearance of an experienced fighter. Her left eye is missing, with a red & black eyepatch in its place whilst her body itself is riddled with numerous cuts, scars & burns. She has brown hair that gives off a crimson hue, tied into a ponytail at the back whilst four bits of hair stick up in the middle that give her the visage of having horns. The style of clothing she has remains the same since she left Wano, A red robe streaked with crimson, with the sleeves being ripped off and exposing her shoulders whilst the bottom parts of it seem to have accumulated some wear. She often wears a silver wire around her waist with a ring attached to it, a memento from her father.
Kurimuzon Ame no Dansu {Dance of the Crimson Rain}
The moment she was born she was taught not only the art of the Ninja but encouraged to discover her own path of fighting. Unlike the traditional ways of her fellow Kunoichi, her style promotes utter brutality and ferocity into every strike rather than sweeping elegance and deathly grace. Each swing of her blade is matched with a swift twirl or evasive maneuver to make her both a hard hitter and hard to hit. To dance around the foe and deliver blow upon blow until they bleed from every orifice until the skin itself is stained with red; that is the way of the Crimson Rain. However, when she left the Village and killed her master she cut her training short,though deadly, she still has much to learn about her own fighting style and the techniques hidden within.
Techniques
Ame no Gisei: Her most famous and used technique, she douses her blade with her very own blood. Slitting her hand and letting the blood drip onto the cursed blade, the blood ignites into a dark "cursed" red flame that she can channel to incinerate those who stand in her way.
Ame no torikku: One of the first techniques any aspiring Ninja is taught. Matsumae can create copies of herself through her incredible speed, allowing her to confuse and misguide the enemy. As of this time, she is capable of creating four clones.
Kurimuzon J?ki: Through ancient Ninjutsu techniques, Matsumae suddenly disappears in a red vapour and reappears wherever she wills in a cloud of red smoke.
Chi no ha: The ancient and cursed blade from Wano that she stole upon the eve of her departure from the Island. It has an odd and unique appearance, taking the look of an oversized Kunai; albeit the blade is fully flat and the edges are sharpened.Legend says that with each drop of blood that touches the sword, it gets ever so slightly sharper; this seems quite true for when she acquired the blade is was blunt but when she slaughtered her entire village, it wasn't as blunt and could cut through flesh with more ease. Matsumae also claims that the sword whispers to her in eldritch tongues, though given her absolute refusal to let people even touch it, the validity of this is unknown. These whispers, however, are the apparently the curse and each wielder before her save for the very first man to wield it, committed suicide or was driven into utter insanity.
The blade itself takes on a black coloration with dark streaks of red that emanate a demonic glow each time she strikes someone down. Unlike most traditional swords made in Wano, It is not made of Metal but the most refined Obsidian to date, rendering it an especially unique sword. Despite being made of Obsidian, it seems nigh unbreakable and incredibly durable.
Kunai: Before she is to even sully her ancient blade with the blood of the enemy, she rains down a storm of kunai to pierce their flesh and weaken their resolve. She carries a countless number of these and often makes it seem that she pulls them out of nowhere.
Matsumae is often known as the dark and quiet type. She's stoic and always calm, speaking when needed and being silent when not. Though one shouldn't mistake this for shyness or any other trait, she simply does everything with a purpose. If it has no true purpose, then there is no real reason to do it and so she doesn't. One of the more notable things about this quiet inactivity is the fact she never laughs or smiles, a few smirks and an amused roll of the eyes but that's all you'll often get from her. To make her truly laugh and smile is an achievement comparable to finding the One piece itself. She's serious and rarely takes thing too lightly, always cautious and on her guard. It is for this reason, you'll never find her "relaxing." Every waking moment is spent doing a task or refining her skills, training each and every muscle in her body until it burns through her very being. Alongside this serious personality,however, is an almost disturbing amount of loyalty to those she calls friends. Even questioning her loyalty can gain her ire, and she is perfectly fine with performing suicidal attacks or doing the most dangerous of tasks if it ensures the safety of her friends. Not only is she loyal to people, but the task and goal in mind. It will be done as quick and perfectly as possible, not one detail shall be missed and not one objective is left incomplete. She will not rest until the task is done.
In the realm of combat, she is a new person. Bloodthirsty, brutal, merciless and relentless. Not a soul will be left alive and she seems to gain great satisfaction from the killing of those who dare stand in her and the Chi No Ha's way. When fighting, it is the only way to see her smiling. The feeling of being covered in the blood of her foes, cutting them down and erasing them from this earth entirely, it gives her true purpose and meaning. Yet, she and her blade always hungers for more. It is for this reason, that she can never be truly satisfied, the reason she always trains. If she kills all the weak, then she must train to kill the strong. If she kills all the strong, she must train to kill the stronger. An endless cycle of desolation and slaughter. If someone survives her blade or beats her, she will not show rage or sadness but utter determination. A Challenge. She will continue fighting, continue training, continue killing until she is the best there is. As long as they keep coming, she will never stop killing.
To kill is an art, and she wishes to be the best there is.
Matsumae was born to a village on Wano solely dedicated to produce Ninja's and refine the ancient art of Ninjutsu. It was one of the most prominent and popular places there was, and many families brought their children here in hopes of being parents to the deadly assassins. She was not one of those children. Iyo Matsumae was the daughter to the man who ran the entire region, he was the Daimyo. The moment she was born, great things were to be expected and when she learned to read, ancient scrolls passed down from generation to generation were given to her over actual children's books. Iyo finally learned to walk, and that when the real challenge began.
The man who was her father now became her master. She underwent brutal training and wasn't taught softly like the fellow girls who were trained to learn beautiful, graceful tactics. Her father wanted to make her the perfect instrument of destruction. He taught her every night, every day. Not one moment was wasted, she need not go out and play. Too busy, never doing good enough. Everytime she was beaten down she needed, no, had to get back up. The years went on like this and eventually she tempered her skills, honed her art with the sword. Yet the style which she employed was always too brutal, too much strength and never enough elegance. Each new day she was given sword upon sword, and each night it would be shattered and broken.
Life went on like this, day after day and her father was never proud. She always did "good enough" or "satisfactory" It angered her, filled her with anger. These swords could not hold her fury and broken each swing she did. She needed something strong, something that could compliment her style and reward her brutality instead of breaking in failure. It was upon that day she gazed upon the Chi No Ha, laid upon the grandest of cushions and sealed in layers of glass. It called out for her, this was no coincidence. She needed the sword, and the sword needed her. Reaching out just to lift the case and touch it, she immediately received a smack to the face with the blunt side of her father's sword. To even touch the sword would be to taint the soul, he told her. Yet, the sword kept whispering to her. Drawing her in. She had to have it, to taint her soul was a price to pay if she were to wield such a magnificent blade.
During the early morning of the next day, she woke up hours before she needed to. Running to the container that held the sword & It's scroll and wretched it open with desperation and want. Whispers ran through her mind, in an unknown and alien tongue...yet she somehow knew what it wanted. It craved blood. Blood of the weak, blood of the strong. She walked into one of the houses and the slaughter began. The screams immediately woke every warrior, every fellow Ninja and they rushed to battle. What they walked into was a shock, the Daimyo's daughter striking down a noble warrior and father, with the cursed sword of legend. It had begun.
She struck down each man and woman, everyone was to be a meal for the blade. Not a soul was given mercy, it's hunger was far too great for such trivial things. The village was ablaze, bodies strewn across the land like a child's toys and Iyo bled all over. There was one man's blood she had not attained for her sword, blood that would sate it for the time being. Her father's. The man confronted her, horrified but also...impressed. She still stood, using everything he had taught her to survive and strike down each person who stood before her. Now it was just her and him who remained of the once proud village.
The battle was intense, a mistake could immediately mean death for the both of them. They couldn't fight each other forever and the killing blow had to come sometime. One last charge, one last clash of their blades before one of them was struck down. A blink and the battle was done. He had floored her and drove his blade straight through her eye, he ran straight into her blade. Shaking with all the resolve he could muster, he wrenched himself free and stood there, whispering his last words before collapsing in a puddle of blood. Before leaving, she took his signature ring with their clan symbol etched into it.
The blade's thirst had been sated.
She ran after that, ran until the flames were all but smoke in the sky.
It was forbidden to leave the island, but so was wielding a cursed blade and killing an entire village. She had gone too far to go back now, so she stole a ship in one of the ports and took a navigator hostage. Once they made it out of the New World, she made quick work of him and tossed him overboard.
After that, she wondered. Without purpose and simply sailed the calm sea's outside of the Grandline without much of a reason. It continued on like for a fair whille until she stopped on an island for supplies and overheard talk about a great gathering of pirates on a certain island. Some of which, would be looking for crewmen. She had been given purpose once again. Joining a crew would most certainly benefit herself and the battles that come with it, would most certainly benefit the Chi No Ha.
Writing up those eight paragraphs for her history was mentally exhausting.
? IYO MATSUMAE ?
RED ONI
RED ONI
no slide
Basics
Name : Iyo Matsumae
Nickname : Red Oni
Age & Gender : 19 | Female
Race : Human {Originates from Wano}
Position : Assassin
Strengths and Flaws
+Intimidating
+Incredibly Agile
+Amazingly Acrobatic
+Resilient to Pain
-Secretive
-Prefers to use force over peaceful methods
-Bloodthirsty
-Not up to date with modern day.
Likes & Dislikes
+The art of Killing
+Training
+The Chi No Ha
+Challenging Fights
-Disloyalty
-People even trying to touch her sword
-Fake Ninja's
-"Sorcery" {Devil Fruit}
Appearance : Iyo is a rather imposing figure, to say the least. She stands at a fair height of 5'8Ft and already gives off the appearance of an experienced fighter. Her left eye is missing, with a red & black eyepatch in its place whilst her body itself is riddled with numerous cuts, scars & burns. She has brown hair that gives off a crimson hue, tied into a ponytail at the back whilst four bits of hair stick up in the middle that give her the visage of having horns. The style of clothing she has remains the same since she left Wano, A red robe streaked with crimson, with the sleeves being ripped off and exposing her shoulders whilst the bottom parts of it seem to have accumulated some wear. She often wears a silver wire around her waist with a ring attached to it, a memento from her father.
Abilities
Kurimuzon Ame no Dansu {Dance of the Crimson Rain}
The moment she was born she was taught not only the art of the Ninja but encouraged to discover her own path of fighting. Unlike the traditional ways of her fellow Kunoichi, her style promotes utter brutality and ferocity into every strike rather than sweeping elegance and deathly grace. Each swing of her blade is matched with a swift twirl or evasive maneuver to make her both a hard hitter and hard to hit. To dance around the foe and deliver blow upon blow until they bleed from every orifice until the skin itself is stained with red; that is the way of the Crimson Rain. However, when she left the Village and killed her master she cut her training short,though deadly, she still has much to learn about her own fighting style and the techniques hidden within.
Techniques
Ame no Gisei: Her most famous and used technique, she douses her blade with her very own blood. Slitting her hand and letting the blood drip onto the cursed blade, the blood ignites into a dark "cursed" red flame that she can channel to incinerate those who stand in her way.
Ame no torikku: One of the first techniques any aspiring Ninja is taught. Matsumae can create copies of herself through her incredible speed, allowing her to confuse and misguide the enemy. As of this time, she is capable of creating four clones.
Kurimuzon J?ki: Through ancient Ninjutsu techniques, Matsumae suddenly disappears in a red vapour and reappears wherever she wills in a cloud of red smoke.
Weaponry
Chi no ha: The ancient and cursed blade from Wano that she stole upon the eve of her departure from the Island. It has an odd and unique appearance, taking the look of an oversized Kunai; albeit the blade is fully flat and the edges are sharpened.Legend says that with each drop of blood that touches the sword, it gets ever so slightly sharper; this seems quite true for when she acquired the blade is was blunt but when she slaughtered her entire village, it wasn't as blunt and could cut through flesh with more ease. Matsumae also claims that the sword whispers to her in eldritch tongues, though given her absolute refusal to let people even touch it, the validity of this is unknown. These whispers, however, are the apparently the curse and each wielder before her save for the very first man to wield it, committed suicide or was driven into utter insanity.
The blade itself takes on a black coloration with dark streaks of red that emanate a demonic glow each time she strikes someone down. Unlike most traditional swords made in Wano, It is not made of Metal but the most refined Obsidian to date, rendering it an especially unique sword. Despite being made of Obsidian, it seems nigh unbreakable and incredibly durable.
Kunai: Before she is to even sully her ancient blade with the blood of the enemy, she rains down a storm of kunai to pierce their flesh and weaken their resolve. She carries a countless number of these and often makes it seem that she pulls them out of nowhere.
Personality
Matsumae is often known as the dark and quiet type. She's stoic and always calm, speaking when needed and being silent when not. Though one shouldn't mistake this for shyness or any other trait, she simply does everything with a purpose. If it has no true purpose, then there is no real reason to do it and so she doesn't. One of the more notable things about this quiet inactivity is the fact she never laughs or smiles, a few smirks and an amused roll of the eyes but that's all you'll often get from her. To make her truly laugh and smile is an achievement comparable to finding the One piece itself. She's serious and rarely takes thing too lightly, always cautious and on her guard. It is for this reason, you'll never find her "relaxing." Every waking moment is spent doing a task or refining her skills, training each and every muscle in her body until it burns through her very being. Alongside this serious personality,however, is an almost disturbing amount of loyalty to those she calls friends. Even questioning her loyalty can gain her ire, and she is perfectly fine with performing suicidal attacks or doing the most dangerous of tasks if it ensures the safety of her friends. Not only is she loyal to people, but the task and goal in mind. It will be done as quick and perfectly as possible, not one detail shall be missed and not one objective is left incomplete. She will not rest until the task is done.
In the realm of combat, she is a new person. Bloodthirsty, brutal, merciless and relentless. Not a soul will be left alive and she seems to gain great satisfaction from the killing of those who dare stand in her and the Chi No Ha's way. When fighting, it is the only way to see her smiling. The feeling of being covered in the blood of her foes, cutting them down and erasing them from this earth entirely, it gives her true purpose and meaning. Yet, she and her blade always hungers for more. It is for this reason, that she can never be truly satisfied, the reason she always trains. If she kills all the weak, then she must train to kill the strong. If she kills all the strong, she must train to kill the stronger. An endless cycle of desolation and slaughter. If someone survives her blade or beats her, she will not show rage or sadness but utter determination. A Challenge. She will continue fighting, continue training, continue killing until she is the best there is. As long as they keep coming, she will never stop killing.
To kill is an art, and she wishes to be the best there is.
History
Matsumae was born to a village on Wano solely dedicated to produce Ninja's and refine the ancient art of Ninjutsu. It was one of the most prominent and popular places there was, and many families brought their children here in hopes of being parents to the deadly assassins. She was not one of those children. Iyo Matsumae was the daughter to the man who ran the entire region, he was the Daimyo. The moment she was born, great things were to be expected and when she learned to read, ancient scrolls passed down from generation to generation were given to her over actual children's books. Iyo finally learned to walk, and that when the real challenge began.
The man who was her father now became her master. She underwent brutal training and wasn't taught softly like the fellow girls who were trained to learn beautiful, graceful tactics. Her father wanted to make her the perfect instrument of destruction. He taught her every night, every day. Not one moment was wasted, she need not go out and play. Too busy, never doing good enough. Everytime she was beaten down she needed, no, had to get back up. The years went on like this and eventually she tempered her skills, honed her art with the sword. Yet the style which she employed was always too brutal, too much strength and never enough elegance. Each new day she was given sword upon sword, and each night it would be shattered and broken.
Life went on like this, day after day and her father was never proud. She always did "good enough" or "satisfactory" It angered her, filled her with anger. These swords could not hold her fury and broken each swing she did. She needed something strong, something that could compliment her style and reward her brutality instead of breaking in failure. It was upon that day she gazed upon the Chi No Ha, laid upon the grandest of cushions and sealed in layers of glass. It called out for her, this was no coincidence. She needed the sword, and the sword needed her. Reaching out just to lift the case and touch it, she immediately received a smack to the face with the blunt side of her father's sword. To even touch the sword would be to taint the soul, he told her. Yet, the sword kept whispering to her. Drawing her in. She had to have it, to taint her soul was a price to pay if she were to wield such a magnificent blade.
During the early morning of the next day, she woke up hours before she needed to. Running to the container that held the sword & It's scroll and wretched it open with desperation and want. Whispers ran through her mind, in an unknown and alien tongue...yet she somehow knew what it wanted. It craved blood. Blood of the weak, blood of the strong. She walked into one of the houses and the slaughter began. The screams immediately woke every warrior, every fellow Ninja and they rushed to battle. What they walked into was a shock, the Daimyo's daughter striking down a noble warrior and father, with the cursed sword of legend. It had begun.
She struck down each man and woman, everyone was to be a meal for the blade. Not a soul was given mercy, it's hunger was far too great for such trivial things. The village was ablaze, bodies strewn across the land like a child's toys and Iyo bled all over. There was one man's blood she had not attained for her sword, blood that would sate it for the time being. Her father's. The man confronted her, horrified but also...impressed. She still stood, using everything he had taught her to survive and strike down each person who stood before her. Now it was just her and him who remained of the once proud village.
The battle was intense, a mistake could immediately mean death for the both of them. They couldn't fight each other forever and the killing blow had to come sometime. One last charge, one last clash of their blades before one of them was struck down. A blink and the battle was done. He had floored her and drove his blade straight through her eye, he ran straight into her blade. Shaking with all the resolve he could muster, he wrenched himself free and stood there, whispering his last words before collapsing in a puddle of blood. Before leaving, she took his signature ring with their clan symbol etched into it.
The blade's thirst had been sated.
She ran after that, ran until the flames were all but smoke in the sky.
It was forbidden to leave the island, but so was wielding a cursed blade and killing an entire village. She had gone too far to go back now, so she stole a ship in one of the ports and took a navigator hostage. Once they made it out of the New World, she made quick work of him and tossed him overboard.
After that, she wondered. Without purpose and simply sailed the calm sea's outside of the Grandline without much of a reason. It continued on like for a fair whille until she stopped on an island for supplies and overheard talk about a great gathering of pirates on a certain island. Some of which, would be looking for crewmen. She had been given purpose once again. Joining a crew would most certainly benefit herself and the battles that come with it, would most certainly benefit the Chi No Ha.
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Mitchs98
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Fuck it, I'm doing it to.
Full Name: Keya Fenris
Nickname: Key
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Physical Description:
Add a large, dark pink fluffy tail, a two inch long pointed nose, and replace the armor for a light pink dress and sandals and you officially have a Keya. She's typically seen wearing some form of pink with her axe strapped to the back(the shield doesn't exsist k). Generally speaking she almost always has her hair did up in twin pigtails with golden triangular hairpins.
Height: Roughly 5 inches at most.
Personality: Keya is typically described as hyperactive, loud, and lacking any semblence of personal space. She is extremely exciteable, which is a bad combination with hyperactive in itself. She is generally kind to everyone she meets, however. Much more preferring to make friends than be mean and make enemies. Seeing as she doesn't understand what personal space is..or shame and embarrassment for that matter..she won't hesitate to get up in your face, hug you randomly, or anything really.
Of course, it has led to several situations...but most of them weren't bad. Bad for her, anyway, embarrassing as hell for others. She is extremely gullible coupled with all of this, making an extremely fun combination for her and those around her.
Likes:
Dislikes:
Character Strengths:
Character Flaws:
Potential Position: First Mate/Demolitions
How do you fight? Keya typically uses
Tontatta Combat which she is expertly skilled in, seeing as she was trained in it since she was little like most dwarves for self defense. She also, although rarely, uses her battleaxe to fight if her normal style is ineffective.
Devil Fruit: Applied
Other Unique Abilities: None(Unless the dwarven fighting style counts?)
Weapons Carried: A small dwarf sized battleaxe for when a little more than natural dwarf strength is needed.
Backstory:
Keya grew up on the island of Tontatta like most dwarves. Her mother died when she was very little, thus leaving her father to raise her. Her father was a nice and caring man who raised her to believe no one was a bad person, only their actions, and if one tried hard enough they could always get a person to change their ways. He taught her such things among other things, generally speaking he taught her to be a nice person no matter what. Growing up she had lots of friends, pretty much everyone in her village. This was due to the fact that she helped out pretty much everyone, even when she was tricked into doing so she didn't mind.
Really, life was peaceful for the girl and couldn't be better. She enjoyed the island and namely her villaged, everything was so beautiful and peaceful and for the most part everyone was nice. Though, she found herself wanting to explore the outside world, see what else it had to offer. Thus, when she was fifteen, her father started training her in the dwarven fighting style of Tontatta to defend herself, knowing he couldn't exactly force her to stay her entire life. She quickly learned the basics and after quickly learned it all together within two years. After that he gave her the axe he used to use back during his time as a village guard. He proceeded to train her how to use it. She quickly learned how after another year.
She wasted no time leaving the island when she was 18, bidding her father goodbye and promising to one day return. She sailed and travelled for about a year before being captured by slavers. Her being a dwarf, she was easily tricked into drinking a sleeping potion and stuffed into a cage. She spent her life as a slave, moving from master to master, for the next full year. About a month into the year she escaped and fled. She ran for nearly a year before things finally calmed down, her master and the group of slavers seemingly giving up. Even if things had seemingly went back to normal for her, she didn't trust it. She needed to start travelling in a group at this point, though finding one she could trust would be problematic.
In the end, she decided to try to join a pirate crew, and thus has been looking for one for two months. There was a distinct difference between slavers and pirates. Slavers had sleeping potions and steel cages to keep strong dwarves in, pirates did not. If the crew she happened upon tried to hurt her, she'd sink their ship and move on. Simple as that.
Nickname: Key
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Physical Description:
Add a large, dark pink fluffy tail, a two inch long pointed nose, and replace the armor for a light pink dress and sandals and you officially have a Keya. She's typically seen wearing some form of pink with her axe strapped to the back(the shield doesn't exsist k). Generally speaking she almost always has her hair did up in twin pigtails with golden triangular hairpins.
Height: Roughly 5 inches at most.
Personality: Keya is typically described as hyperactive, loud, and lacking any semblence of personal space. She is extremely exciteable, which is a bad combination with hyperactive in itself. She is generally kind to everyone she meets, however. Much more preferring to make friends than be mean and make enemies. Seeing as she doesn't understand what personal space is..or shame and embarrassment for that matter..she won't hesitate to get up in your face, hug you randomly, or anything really.
Of course, it has led to several situations...but most of them weren't bad. Bad for her, anyway, embarrassing as hell for others. She is extremely gullible coupled with all of this, making an extremely fun combination for her and those around her.
Likes:
- Candy
- Fish
- Sushi
- Sashimi
- Pie
- Berries
Dislikes:
- Cake
- Sour food(Unless its candy)
- Extremely spicy food
- Having her height made fun of
- Being tricked
Character Strengths:
- Strength: Like most dwarves, Keya is far stronger than the average being save for giants. She is, like most dwarves, capable of destroying houses and tossing humans around easily.
- Speed: Once again like most dwarves she is extremely fast, so much so it's generally impossible for her to be seen unless trapped or she wants you to see her.
- Kindness: If kindness could be considered a strength, then Keya is one of the strongest there is. She won't hesitate to help people if and when she can, especially allies and friends, to the best of her ability.
Character Flaws:
- Gullible: Like most dwarves she's extremely gullible, especially if you bribe her with her favorite foods. She'd believe she was on fire if you convinced her well enough.
- Confidence: Keya is generally overly confident in her abilities in her work. This often leads to complications and can lead to her to getting captured fairly easily.
- Short temper: Keya has a decently short temper when it comes to people making fun of her height, her in general, or her friends. Which can lead to complications fairly easily.
Potential Position: First Mate/Demolitions
How do you fight? Keya typically uses
Tontatta Combat which she is expertly skilled in, seeing as she was trained in it since she was little like most dwarves for self defense. She also, although rarely, uses her battleaxe to fight if her normal style is ineffective.
Devil Fruit: Applied
Other Unique Abilities: None(Unless the dwarven fighting style counts?)
Weapons Carried: A small dwarf sized battleaxe for when a little more than natural dwarf strength is needed.
Backstory:
Keya grew up on the island of Tontatta like most dwarves. Her mother died when she was very little, thus leaving her father to raise her. Her father was a nice and caring man who raised her to believe no one was a bad person, only their actions, and if one tried hard enough they could always get a person to change their ways. He taught her such things among other things, generally speaking he taught her to be a nice person no matter what. Growing up she had lots of friends, pretty much everyone in her village. This was due to the fact that she helped out pretty much everyone, even when she was tricked into doing so she didn't mind.
Really, life was peaceful for the girl and couldn't be better. She enjoyed the island and namely her villaged, everything was so beautiful and peaceful and for the most part everyone was nice. Though, she found herself wanting to explore the outside world, see what else it had to offer. Thus, when she was fifteen, her father started training her in the dwarven fighting style of Tontatta to defend herself, knowing he couldn't exactly force her to stay her entire life. She quickly learned the basics and after quickly learned it all together within two years. After that he gave her the axe he used to use back during his time as a village guard. He proceeded to train her how to use it. She quickly learned how after another year.
She wasted no time leaving the island when she was 18, bidding her father goodbye and promising to one day return. She sailed and travelled for about a year before being captured by slavers. Her being a dwarf, she was easily tricked into drinking a sleeping potion and stuffed into a cage. She spent her life as a slave, moving from master to master, for the next full year. About a month into the year she escaped and fled. She ran for nearly a year before things finally calmed down, her master and the group of slavers seemingly giving up. Even if things had seemingly went back to normal for her, she didn't trust it. She needed to start travelling in a group at this point, though finding one she could trust would be problematic.
In the end, she decided to try to join a pirate crew, and thus has been looking for one for two months. There was a distinct difference between slavers and pirates. Slavers had sleeping potions and steel cages to keep strong dwarves in, pirates did not. If the crew she happened upon tried to hurt her, she'd sink their ship and move on. Simple as that.
Elision of Ecritures
The Demon Librarian
Finch H. Hawthorne
Name: Finch H. Hawthorne
Nickname: N/A
Gender: Male
Age: 15
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Felix
Behind that Crazy Premise
@Elision of Ecritures Really nice character, but I have one request: could you not use the poison part in your fighting style. It looks a lot like my fighting style. Moreover, only needle and threat can be powerfull enough on it's own. I immediately had to think of Machi, the sowing girl from Hunter x Hunter and she is pretty bad ass without poison.
Bunny
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[QUOTE="Elision of Ecritures]
Finch H. Hawthorne
Your character looks kind of like the opposite of mine lol
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Finch H. Hawthorne
Name: Finch H. Hawthorne
Nickname: N/A
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Your character looks kind of like the opposite of mine lol
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Elision of Ecritures
The Demon Librarian
Thanks you all! I'll be sure to edit that in my post then.
Elision of Ecritures
The Demon Librarian
Oh my god I forgot how kick ass Machi was. She was like, my second favorite member of the Phantom Troupe. Can you imagine Finch snapping Marine soldiers necks from the trees? Or also using an unconscious soldiers body, putting a pair of shades on it and using it as a puppet in a forest? Like.....man...
Sunbather
Le photographe est mort
Mhhhhh... All these characters make me wanna post mine as well. 
All this hype, I can barely take it, heh.
All this hype, I can barely take it, heh.
M0N0
☾ TEMPTATION ☽
@Sunbather
Help us fuel the hype train!
Post your character so that the train may become even more unstoppable!
Help us fuel the hype train!
Post your character so that the train may become even more unstoppable!
Bunny
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My favorites of the Phantom Troupe were Shizuku and Feitan, although I just liked the Troupe as a whole. I very much enjoyed them vs. the Chimera Ants in those couple of episodes.
Elision of Ecritures
The Demon Librarian
Ah yes, I loved them so much. I think Lon and Finch could be a great team, but my problem is with Avalon that you put her as a Cook, but she isn't listed to have any cooking abilities anywhere on the sheet.
Sunbather
Le photographe est mort
Alright, here's mine. 
M A L T | B O N N E T | G A S C O G N E
✓ Perceptive
✓ Determined
✓ Acute
✓ Knowledge of medical procedures
✗ Easily embarassed
✗ Poor manners
✗ Naive
✗ Annoyingly inquisitive
❤ Ghost stories
❤ Exhausting fights
❤ New experiences
❤ Piercings
☠ Transponder Snails
☠ Being cheated
☠ Embarassment
☠ Cowardice
Malt possesses a true warrior's heart, frequently seeking out challenges, both in and out of battle. While an extremely daring combatant, he admits to opponent's strengths and even superiority when he's beaten, and usually laughs over his exhaustion in a reluctantly appreciative manner. His sportsmanship extends to those who seek out more deceiving and stealthy forms of combat as well, proving that he's not above any specific style of fighting and keeps an open mind. However, he is dismissive of those who show cowardice or seek out weak or hurt opponents exclusively. He is also very pugnacious when the possibility of a fight presents itself and could be described as aggressive.
Outside of combat, he carries himself in a drastically less enthusiastic attitude. He's usually expressing a sort of lackadaisical wonder. He's inquisitive, though he expresses his intrigue only in slow, pondering sounds and expressions, so much so that he comes across as sarcastic. Despite his apparent tepidity. While he's generally a capable and sharp-minded thinker, his curiousity as well as his pride can lead him to act naively and endanger himself or others. This tendency to create unnecessary problems gained him the nickname Disaster Kid.
He posseses an odd sense of humor, smirking over trivial or generally unpleasant and intimidating things. Malt is also extremely sarcastic and doesn't much care for social norms, calling people names or by prominent traits instead of their names. Many people describe him as "chaotic" and "scatterbrained". He's also been described as highly unapologetic, something he agreed to before, stating that he "can live with that pretty well."
Malt's parents are very supportive and regularly call him on his Den Den Mushi, asking about his adventures and experiences. Malt finds this embarassing and tends to quiet down his voice or cut short the call in front of others, as to not be seen as a kid.
● Gyakumaki (Swirling Massacre) - Malt places his weapon's handle behind his head, jamming it against his shoulders and the back of his neck. He then spins around to create a sort of cutting storm.
● Yaridekoi Punch - Malt launches his weapon at an opponent like a throwing spea and dashes towards his opponent, landing a hit with his brass knuckle as his target is preoccupied dodging the bisento.
● ??? - To be continued...
● A silver brassknuckle with the letters M, A, L, T on each finger's knuckle.
● A very large teddybear hat.
● Several differently colored hats brandishing a grotesque, stitched up smiley.
● A variety of piercings.
M A L T | B O N N E T | G A S C O G N E
Photo:
Vitals:
Full Name: Gascogne B. Malt [gæskoʊn ˈbɑnət mɔlt]
Epiphet(s): Scrapface, The Punk Pirate, Disaster Kid
Bounty:
5.000
Gender: Male ♂
Age: 20
Height & Weight: 184cm, 61kg
Potential Position: Doctor
Appearance: Malt has a lanky, rather narrow build with long limbs. His crimson mane reaches his lower back, but he keeps it in a ponytail. Only a few strands which hang down or frizze upwards due to the "Pulse" headband he always wears. His sharp eyes are seamed with annular rings and he sports mulitple piercings ranging from nose, brow and cheek to snakebite piercings. These have earned him the names "Scrapface" and "Punk Pirate". He wears a black coat with a very high, wide collar and large sleeves. He usually does not wear a shirt below. Malt always ha a necklace with some sort of teeth pendent on him. He wears baggy pants which narrow down towards his ankles and resemble buddha pants.
Epiphet(s): Scrapface, The Punk Pirate, Disaster Kid
Bounty:
Gender: Male ♂
Age: 20
Height & Weight: 184cm, 61kg
Potential Position: Doctor
Appearance: Malt has a lanky, rather narrow build with long limbs. His crimson mane reaches his lower back, but he keeps it in a ponytail. Only a few strands which hang down or frizze upwards due to the "Pulse" headband he always wears. His sharp eyes are seamed with annular rings and he sports mulitple piercings ranging from nose, brow and cheek to snakebite piercings. These have earned him the names "Scrapface" and "Punk Pirate". He wears a black coat with a very high, wide collar and large sleeves. He usually does not wear a shirt below. Malt always ha a necklace with some sort of teeth pendent on him. He wears baggy pants which narrow down towards his ankles and resemble buddha pants.
Strengths:
✓ Deceivingly strong
✓ Perceptive
✓ Determined
✓ Acute
✓ Knowledge of medical procedures
Flaws:
✗ Fights wastefully
✗ Easily embarassed
✗ Poor manners
✗ Naive
✗ Annoyingly inquisitive
Likes:
❤ Popsicles
❤ Ghost stories
❤ Exhausting fights
❤ New experiences
❤ Piercings
Dislikes:
☠ Heavy swell
☠ Transponder Snails
☠ Being cheated
☠ Embarassment
☠ Cowardice
Personality:
Malt possesses a true warrior's heart, frequently seeking out challenges, both in and out of battle. While an extremely daring combatant, he admits to opponent's strengths and even superiority when he's beaten, and usually laughs over his exhaustion in a reluctantly appreciative manner. His sportsmanship extends to those who seek out more deceiving and stealthy forms of combat as well, proving that he's not above any specific style of fighting and keeps an open mind. However, he is dismissive of those who show cowardice or seek out weak or hurt opponents exclusively. He is also very pugnacious when the possibility of a fight presents itself and could be described as aggressive.
Outside of combat, he carries himself in a drastically less enthusiastic attitude. He's usually expressing a sort of lackadaisical wonder. He's inquisitive, though he expresses his intrigue only in slow, pondering sounds and expressions, so much so that he comes across as sarcastic. Despite his apparent tepidity. While he's generally a capable and sharp-minded thinker, his curiousity as well as his pride can lead him to act naively and endanger himself or others. This tendency to create unnecessary problems gained him the nickname Disaster Kid.
He posseses an odd sense of humor, smirking over trivial or generally unpleasant and intimidating things. Malt is also extremely sarcastic and doesn't much care for social norms, calling people names or by prominent traits instead of their names. Many people describe him as "chaotic" and "scatterbrained". He's also been described as highly unapologetic, something he agreed to before, stating that he "can live with that pretty well."
Malt's parents are very supportive and regularly call him on his Den Den Mushi, asking about his adventures and experiences. Malt finds this embarassing and tends to quiet down his voice or cut short the call in front of others, as to not be seen as a kid.
Fighting Style:
Malt fights with a glaive, commonly called a bisento - a long, halberd-like weapon with a sharp blade at the top. Being taught how to use it by a friendly pirate when he was a child, Malt is a proficent user and has developed techniques.
● Gyakumaki (Swirling Massacre) - Malt places his weapon's handle behind his head, jamming it against his shoulders and the back of his neck. He then spins around to create a sort of cutting storm.
● Yaridekoi Punch - Malt launches his weapon at an opponent like a throwing spea and dashes towards his opponent, landing a hit with his brass knuckle as his target is preoccupied dodging the bisento.
● ??? - To be continued...
Malt Admires the Piper Pirate Crew
Malt Finds The Massacre
Malt Sets His Mind On Revenge
Malt As Of Today
Devil Fruit:
No Information available as of yet.
Unique Abilities:
● TBA
History:
Malt was born in the South Blue. The Gascogne Souvenir Station was a tourist hotspot and ran well, due to the South Blue's comparetively extravagant nature. From rare dials, transponder snails and clothes, to replicas and other merchandise, the shop attracted many passing sailors and tourists, and even enjoyed the sympathy of a local pirate crew, the Piper Pirates, which ensured the family and their business protection.
Malt grew up happily and was known for his curiousity and playful nature, being well-liked by the island's citizens, as was the rest of his family. Whenever the Piper Pirates went ashore, Malt would ask to be taken on the ship and developed a feverish and romanticized idea of what pirates were like. His enthusiasm led him to beg the crew to let him join them when he was old enough, something he was adamant about until they offered to train him until he was ready, so he'd let up.
Years passed, and the crew remained their usual joyful self, fueling Malt's ambition to one day become a pirate like them. None of the crew's members nor any of the island's inhabitants had the heart to make Malt aware that, usually, pirates were bloodthirsty and violent, and that the Piper Pirate were more of a vigilant group of cheery sailors. True to their word, however, the ship's first mate took Malt under his wing during their stays and taught him how to fight. Prior, he told Malt he'd only train him under the condition that the kid would take lessons from the crew's doctor in order to ensure he was safe should something go wrong. It was the first mate who eventually gifted him his first weapon at the age of thirteen, a glaive, more commonly known as a bisento. He'd go on to become a surprisingly talented fighter and showed childish joy when the crew complimented his progress. The dream of a life in piracy burned white-hot in him.
It took all night, but the family survived the attack and called for help from the marines after the pirates had left with their loot. Malt ensured that his parents would be taken care off and safe before announcing that he'd not return home with them, but instead go on a journey of his own, with his fighting and medical skills, as well as a shattered belief. He has since traveled from island to island - with much chagrin due to his slight sea sickness.
Malt quickly substantiated his dream: Finding the One Piece and becoming a real pirate. The only issue he seems to have is keeping it a secret from his parents, who he wishes to assure of his safety; a hard task for a pirate. To his luck, his lack of notority not only makes it much easier to keep his profession from his parents, but allows him to walk with relative safety, enabling him to steal and trespess as he pleases. Mostly anways.
Malt as a young buy with his once signature hat.
Malt grew up happily and was known for his curiousity and playful nature, being well-liked by the island's citizens, as was the rest of his family. Whenever the Piper Pirates went ashore, Malt would ask to be taken on the ship and developed a feverish and romanticized idea of what pirates were like. His enthusiasm led him to beg the crew to let him join them when he was old enough, something he was adamant about until they offered to train him until he was ready, so he'd let up.
Years passed, and the crew remained their usual joyful self, fueling Malt's ambition to one day become a pirate like them. None of the crew's members nor any of the island's inhabitants had the heart to make Malt aware that, usually, pirates were bloodthirsty and violent, and that the Piper Pirate were more of a vigilant group of cheery sailors. True to their word, however, the ship's first mate took Malt under his wing during their stays and taught him how to fight. Prior, he told Malt he'd only train him under the condition that the kid would take lessons from the crew's doctor in order to ensure he was safe should something go wrong. It was the first mate who eventually gifted him his first weapon at the age of thirteen, a glaive, more commonly known as a bisento. He'd go on to become a surprisingly talented fighter and showed childish joy when the crew complimented his progress. The dream of a life in piracy burned white-hot in him.
Malt and his bisento during his last training session.
Years later, as Malt was close to become an adult, the island was attacked during the night. Hearing the rumbles of gunshots and scraping blades, he ran off into the night, wanting to alarm the Piper crew so they could fend of the invaders. To his horror, he found their ship ablaze, its crew mostly slain or chained to the mast. In shock, the teenager ran back, waking his parents before the hostile pirates would reach their part of the island. Putting his aquired fighting skills to use, he fended off the sparsely scattered men who tried to cut off any escapees, and hid in the thicket of the jungle with his parents. It took all night, but the family survived the attack and called for help from the marines after the pirates had left with their loot. Malt ensured that his parents would be taken care off and safe before announcing that he'd not return home with them, but instead go on a journey of his own, with his fighting and medical skills, as well as a shattered belief. He has since traveled from island to island - with much chagrin due to his slight sea sickness.
Malt quickly substantiated his dream: Finding the One Piece and becoming a real pirate. The only issue he seems to have is keeping it a secret from his parents, who he wishes to assure of his safety; a hard task for a pirate. To his luck, his lack of notority not only makes it much easier to keep his profession from his parents, but allows him to walk with relative safety, enabling him to steal and trespess as he pleases. Mostly anways.
Theme Song:
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Possessions & Weapons:
● A Bisento with an ebony handle and a gold adornment.
● A silver brassknuckle with the letters M, A, L, T on each finger's knuckle.
● A very large teddybear hat.
● Several differently colored hats brandishing a grotesque, stitched up smiley.
● A variety of piercings.
Trivia:
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Elision of Ecritures
The Demon Librarian
I edited mine to include a theme song as well, Bernard Harman's Twisted Nerve best suits Finch anyway.
Felix
Behind that Crazy Premise
[QUOTE="Elision of Ecritures]I edited mine to include a theme song as well, Bernard Harman's Twisted Nerve best suits Finch anyway.
[/QUOTE] Thank you! Hope we can get into the same crew. A swarm and a spider, what could go wrong?
[/QUOTE] Thank you! Hope we can get into the same crew. A swarm and a spider, what could go wrong?
Elision of Ecritures
The Demon Librarian
Oh my god that's a perfect nickname for him. 'The Spider'. I hope so as well.
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Bunny
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@Elision of Ecritures well her whole character doesn't revolve around being a cook. It's more of like a hobby of her that she's pretty good at.
shadowdude505
McDude
Here's my contribution to the hype train.
Full Name: Cait Merlin
Nickname: N/A
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Physical Description:
Cait has a thin, curvy frame that's lightly muscle toned due to her life at sea, and a medium sized bust. As a tiger shark fishman/human hybrid she has gills on the sides of her neck, a dorsal fin between her shoulder blades, her canine teeth are shark teeth, and she has hard, brown striped scales that run down her arms to her wrists. For fighting she has a pair of sharp, dagger sized fins near her wrists that curve back.
Cait typically wears a T-shirt, a light jacket, a plaid skirt over black pants, and rugged boots.
Height: 5' 11"
Personality:
Cait is friendly, compassionate, and loyal. She acts like an older sister and is good with children. She's typically a lighthearted individual, but will become serious when she needs to be. As a fishman/human hybrid, Cait feels at home in the sea just as much as on land. She's ready to help out her friends any way she can, including rescuing them from drowning.
Cait forms her side of friendships rather quickly and will fight on someone's behalf even if they've only known each other for a few minutes. She has a fiery spirit and thinks with her emotions. She negatively reacts to being referred to as a fish and prefers to be called a fishwoman, a human, or her name. She doesn't like to see people being picked on and seeing prejudice also riles her up since she thinks it's stupid. When riled up she has to do something to calm herself down, otherwise she'd rush into things without thinking.
Cait misses her mother a lot and uses any circumstance to look for her. She feels a strong connection with her mother when she plays her guitar. She's strongly attached to her locket, which as a picture of her mother inside, and is careful not to lose it. Some days she's tempted to drown her sorrows in liquor instead of music. Motivated by her parent's interracial relationship, Tora wants to help end the prejudice between races.
Likes:
Dislikes:
Character Strengths:
Character Flaws:
Potential Position on a Pirate Crew: Musician
How do you fight?
Cait fights with her self-titled Shark Fin Style using the dagger-like fins near her wrists for close range fighting. Some of her attacks launch medium ranged, slash projectiles. Cait also fights in a way that others would consider dirty, doing what she has to in order to pull off a victory (or at least try to).
Devil Fruit: None
Other Unique Abilities:
Sonic Scream: Cait sends out a cone of ear grating noise out of her mouth to stun her opponents. This attack can stun allies if they happen to be in front of her.
Weapons Carried: She carries around a guitar with a Celtic knot pattern on it, but it's not really a weapon in the traditional sense.
Backstory:
A fisherman named Scot Merlin managed to catch a tiger shark fishwoman, Tora, while fishing. The pair fell in love and Tora moved into Scot's small fishing village located in the East Blue. Shortly after Cait was born. She looked a like her mother but with less scales and had her father's hair color. As a young child Cait was raised primarily by her mother since her dad would often be on fishing trips. Cait learned how to sing and play guitar from her mother and would often welcome her father home with a song.
Cait was sent to the local school where some of the kids made fun of her due to her fish-like appearance. Cait's only friend, a tomboy named Sarah Martin, thought her superhuman abilities (although they weren't quite as strong as full blooded fishmen) were cool. After turning 10 years old Cait realized how ugly prejudice could be. One night Tora sneaked to the beach. Cait followed and after a painful goodbye, her mother swam out to sea. After that she was raised only by her father.
Scot brought Cait with him when he went of fishing trips. Cait constantly hoped that her mother would turn up in one of her dad's fishing nets. She sang songs to keep their hopes up, but as the years passed they only caught regular fish. As her 20th birthday approached, Tora decided to use the new pirate age as a way to be more proactive in her search for her mom. She promised her dad that she'd find her mom and left her home on Fischer Island. Only her friend Sarah, Sarah's parents, and Cait's father saw her off, but it was still a heartfelt goodbye regardless.
"Top o' the mornin' to ya."
Full Name: Cait Merlin
Nickname: N/A
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Physical Description:
Cait has a thin, curvy frame that's lightly muscle toned due to her life at sea, and a medium sized bust. As a tiger shark fishman/human hybrid she has gills on the sides of her neck, a dorsal fin between her shoulder blades, her canine teeth are shark teeth, and she has hard, brown striped scales that run down her arms to her wrists. For fighting she has a pair of sharp, dagger sized fins near her wrists that curve back.
Cait typically wears a T-shirt, a light jacket, a plaid skirt over black pants, and rugged boots.
Height: 5' 11"
Personality:
Cait is friendly, compassionate, and loyal. She acts like an older sister and is good with children. She's typically a lighthearted individual, but will become serious when she needs to be. As a fishman/human hybrid, Cait feels at home in the sea just as much as on land. She's ready to help out her friends any way she can, including rescuing them from drowning.
Cait forms her side of friendships rather quickly and will fight on someone's behalf even if they've only known each other for a few minutes. She has a fiery spirit and thinks with her emotions. She negatively reacts to being referred to as a fish and prefers to be called a fishwoman, a human, or her name. She doesn't like to see people being picked on and seeing prejudice also riles her up since she thinks it's stupid. When riled up she has to do something to calm herself down, otherwise she'd rush into things without thinking.
Cait misses her mother a lot and uses any circumstance to look for her. She feels a strong connection with her mother when she plays her guitar. She's strongly attached to her locket, which as a picture of her mother inside, and is careful not to lose it. Some days she's tempted to drown her sorrows in liquor instead of music. Motivated by her parent's interracial relationship, Tora wants to help end the prejudice between races.
Likes:
- Her family and comrades.
- Music.
- Children.
- Nature.
- Swimming.
Dislikes:
- Bullies.
- Being called a "fish."
- Prejudice.
- The slave trade.
- Injustice disguised as justice.
Character Strengths:
- Friendly.
- Sisterly.
- Loyal.
- Sticks up for others.
Character Flaws:
- Impulsively responds to things she hates.
- Rushes into danger without much of a plan beforehand.
- Sometimes drinks too much alcohol.
- Has a deep sadness that appears every now and then.
Potential Position on a Pirate Crew: Musician
How do you fight?
Cait fights with her self-titled Shark Fin Style using the dagger-like fins near her wrists for close range fighting. Some of her attacks launch medium ranged, slash projectiles. Cait also fights in a way that others would consider dirty, doing what she has to in order to pull off a victory (or at least try to).
- Air Slash: Cait slashes the air, sending out a single slash shaped, energy projectile. .
- Cross Air Slash: Cait slashes with both of her arms, making an X shaped energy wave.
- Sharknado: Cait creates a spinning energy wave that resembles a tornado, which travels forward for a medium range before dissipating.
- Fin Dash: Cait slashes the enemy with one of her fins as she runs past the target.
- Shark Bullet: The underwater equivalent of Fin Dash.
- Feeding Frenzy: Utilizing the Fin Dash (or Shark Bullet) technique over and over again, Cait savagely cuts her way through a crowd.
Devil Fruit: None
Other Unique Abilities:
Sonic Scream: Cait sends out a cone of ear grating noise out of her mouth to stun her opponents. This attack can stun allies if they happen to be in front of her.
Weapons Carried: She carries around a guitar with a Celtic knot pattern on it, but it's not really a weapon in the traditional sense.
Backstory:
A fisherman named Scot Merlin managed to catch a tiger shark fishwoman, Tora, while fishing. The pair fell in love and Tora moved into Scot's small fishing village located in the East Blue. Shortly after Cait was born. She looked a like her mother but with less scales and had her father's hair color. As a young child Cait was raised primarily by her mother since her dad would often be on fishing trips. Cait learned how to sing and play guitar from her mother and would often welcome her father home with a song.
Cait was sent to the local school where some of the kids made fun of her due to her fish-like appearance. Cait's only friend, a tomboy named Sarah Martin, thought her superhuman abilities (although they weren't quite as strong as full blooded fishmen) were cool. After turning 10 years old Cait realized how ugly prejudice could be. One night Tora sneaked to the beach. Cait followed and after a painful goodbye, her mother swam out to sea. After that she was raised only by her father.
Scot brought Cait with him when he went of fishing trips. Cait constantly hoped that her mother would turn up in one of her dad's fishing nets. She sang songs to keep their hopes up, but as the years passed they only caught regular fish. As her 20th birthday approached, Tora decided to use the new pirate age as a way to be more proactive in her search for her mom. She promised her dad that she'd find her mom and left her home on Fischer Island. Only her friend Sarah, Sarah's parents, and Cait's father saw her off, but it was still a heartfelt goodbye regardless.
Peaceswore
Hurts too much, I'm done.
*internally debates if I should post one of my characters here or just stay and lurk like the professional lurker I am*
Felix
Behind that Crazy Premise
@shadowdude505 I can't help it. When reading your character I got a lot of awesome ideas for her, so I'll just post them here:
Sharks get new teeth very often, is Cait also able to do that? Arlong and Hody (other shark fishman from one piece) could do that as well.
Sharks can feel electricity from moving animals around them when under water. Combined with your Sonar beam she would be the perfect Sonar.
Sharks are practically bloodhounds with their noses, could come in handy when tracking someone (or some unexpected blood frenzy where she can't restrain herself)
Maybe you can do something with them, maybe not, but it does prove that your character is inspiring.
Sharks get new teeth very often, is Cait also able to do that? Arlong and Hody (other shark fishman from one piece) could do that as well.
Sharks can feel electricity from moving animals around them when under water. Combined with your Sonar beam she would be the perfect Sonar.
Sharks are practically bloodhounds with their noses, could come in handy when tracking someone (or some unexpected blood frenzy where she can't restrain herself)
Maybe you can do something with them, maybe not, but it does prove that your character is inspiring.
Scribbler
Scribe
It seems like I've stumbled upon this thread a little late.
I know this isn't exactly running as of yet but are you still accepting potential newcomers?
I know this isn't exactly running as of yet but are you still accepting potential newcomers?
Lady Warlock
Anime RN
The RP has not started yet and we have no player cap. This is a roleplay that will constantly be accepting new characters. It's impossible to be too late.Scribbler said:
Scribbler
Scribe
Ah that's wonderful!
Thank you very much for such a swift response.
I better get to work then!
Could you possibly invite me to a chat?
I'm unable to make one as of this time and wish to ask a few questions about an already potential character I have in mind.
@DaughterofAthena
Thank you very much for such a swift response.
I better get to work then!
Could you possibly invite me to a chat?
I'm unable to make one as of this time and wish to ask a few questions about an already potential character I have in mind.
@DaughterofAthena
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