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January 22nd, 2009
“...and over eight different colors to choose from, Lucy Beauty products really know how to reflect how you want to express yourself as a woman,” Rogue speaks through a television screen, in the dead of the night. East Flatbush, New York was quaint, but the years of gentrification had created a historical manuscript of buildings. In the distance, far in the distance you would see the modern money area slowly creepy, and here in the heart of the East Flatbush, there was graffiti on the walls, a police car every few hundred blocks, each cashier was hidden behind a bulletproof glass to protect them from armed robbery.
“....now introducing Lucy Beauty products, Shades of Purple, eight different colors to choose from,” Rogue continues, “I’m Rogue. X-men. And I wear Lucy’s Beauty.”
He wondered sometimes if Rogue remembered places like this little places.Or if they really had been forgotten under a little highway pass. He had his hood up, wearing green, the police raised their brows at him, but didn’t pay much attention to the little powered vigilante in the neighborhood. They rarely thanked him for his help.
More or less laughed when he stopped an armed robbery. Opening the cooler he grabbed a cold water from the refrigerator and walked over to the counter placing it in front of the cashier to pay for it. You didn’t even really bat an eye these days when you saw Jean Grey giving interviews, or Tony Stark with another woman on his arm like eye candy.
All the debauchery seemed like the lifestyle everyone wanted to strive for. Robert looks at him.
“You should stop it,” he tells him.
“...stop?” he mutters.
“Dressing like this, doing it is, as the Slug thing,” Robert tells him.
“Silver Snail,” he corrects him.
“Silver Snail, Dingus Booger, you should stop,”
“...why?”
“You think you’re going to become like them on the TV, I bet just like, what’s your little friend, Night, whatever. That’s a reality neither of you are going to make,”
He was certain maybe not him, but Shadow Stalker was a different story.
“Shadow Stalker,” he corrected him.
“Yeah, whatever, I am looking out for you kid, I am old enough to know, you’re going to go nowhere with this,” Robert pauses, “Besides you didn’t hear this from me, but the APG been storming the East Flats looking for your kind.”
“I’ll...be careful,” he mumbles.
Robert just rolls his eyes and hands him his water. Having heroes was meant to thwart crime. Instead it seemed since the X-men and Avengers had gotten busy fighting aliens, and other universal problems all kinds of sorts came to these poorer neighborhoods to pull their own weight. He twisted the cap of his water and drank some. He heard someone behind him and he turned around, to see Shadow Stalker smile at him. He wore a costume that reminded him of the heroes of the past, just a black mask around his eyes and a single uniform costume, with a capelette.
“You out on patrol?” Shadow Stalker ask.
He nods.
“Yes,” he replies.
“Cool me too,” Shadow Stalker simply smiles, “I got a tip about the APG in the East Flats.”
“By Robert?”
“Nah, but he confirmed the tip in a way, let’s check it out,”
“I agree,”
Sometimes putting yourself in danger’s way was the only way to keep others safe. If the APG were here in the East Flats it was too close to their sanctuary for his liking. Shadow Stalker was already taking to the fire escapes and the roofs. He wasn’t as nimble or fast as Shadow Stalker, but he was able to squeeze out of trouble.
Simply following the trail Shadow had left him, he ended up in a graffiti filled dump behind some buildings. Puddles from rain that hadn’t quite yet evaporated sat in big potholes. He wished they had some muscle, but Quake wasn’t in town because he had some work to do aboard. It just have to be him and Shadow.
He wasn’t sure what to expect, he didn’t have much intel on APG. Then again they ran their operations through cut out cups of telephone and paper travel.
Shadow Stalker jumped down from the fire escape.
“This is the place they met last night,” Shadow says, “Maybe we should check for clues, you know.”
“Sounds like a good idea, might leave a slug here to watch them,” he responds.
“Ewww, you’re not going to do that thing near me-”
“Mhm,” he responds.
It was Shadow who made it gross, all it took was for him to produce some slime in his stomach and spit them out. It was Shadow making heavy gagging noises and dry heaving as slime began to come out of his mouth, until a slug felt encouraged enough to come out. They weren’t slugs you’d see anywhere else, they were brightly colored, like the mantis shrimp of slugs. He found solace in their company.
“Ah god you really need to get a new power man,” Shadow tells him.
“This is the one I have been given,” except now he feels a little queasy because he agitated the rest of them inside. Just settle down.
“Well the power fairy didn’t grant you a very cool power,”
“It’s helped you in the past, don’t look a gift horse in the mouth,”
He aided the slug somewhere moist, and the both of them turned when the heard the sound of a car. Shit, they weren’t prepared for this. Could they handle them on their own? He was actually starting to not feel good about this situation.
“We need to get out of here,” he told Shadow.
“What you have to be kidding me!” Shadow covered his mouth, he recognized his mistake. He looked at him with a little bit of fear. Had the people in the car heard them? They need a better advantage. Get to the fire escape quickly.
He eyed the fire escape, Shadow nodded and started to run over. Covering them in a foggy black haze. He should have more than enough mucus in his stomach and they were active enough that he could control them with relative ease. Inhaling a little bit, then exhaling, he did it again this time holding air in his abdomen before releasing a colorful rainbow of bees that swarmed out of the black foggy cloud.
Shadow grabs onto the fire escape ladder. He follows after him. Reaching for the ladder. A gun goes off, sparks from it scraping across the metal. He backs up. He looks at some humans. While a group of them behind them, three, are trying to shake off his bees.
The two not bothered by the bees or really got most of the stream were standing next to each other. A gruff, taller man, with a beard was holding a gun.
He backed up. He was boxed in. Behind him was the wall of a building. Running out meant he would get shot. He wasn’t sure how much of his hive he wanted to sacrificed to this fight. He didn’t want to harm any of them. They didn’t have powers.
“I don’t want to harm you,” he calls out.
The other large man just throws his head back and laughs. Fine he was going for it. He began to run towards the dumpsters in hopes to escape.The gun went off, the man missed him. He just needed to get out of there. Maybe he should have listened to Robert’s warning. Or maybe he didn’t fully think through what they were doing here.
No he had an idea. It was simply to check on the APG movements. He had to make sure there sanctuary was safe. No one else would do it. Those that were meant to protect them, had left them. For bigger, better things. For selling makeup, ideals, that little kids looked up to. Running out of the alleyway he enters the East Flat streets again. He pulls down his hood for a second, a bit of slime is pouring from his forehead.
Why did he have to be so gross? Even Shadow Stalker found his powers gross. He wished he could walk up to the people he needed, to tell them the horrors of the APG.
“Hey!” someone called out, leaning on the wall of a building was a bald man smoking, wearing a t-shirt, it read; Mutants must die. Purge the imperfections.
This wasn’t good, he turned to his left, but the grab his hand as he did so. Letting his glove slip off his hand because of his slime he meant to run forward, but there was another guy blocking his path. There were several cars parked in parking spots. Were they all APG members? The man behind him grabbed him by his mouth, harshly, and forcefully.
“Ah yuck, what the fuck is this?” the man says as he touches a bit of his slime. His heart is racing. This wasn’t good. He tries to slip out of the man’s grip with his slime, but it doesn’t quite work the guy is much stronger than he is to pull away.
“Maybe he as glue powers, doesn't’ matter we can make him an example,” says the man. It doesn’t take too long before he’s trying to push the man off of him and something goes over his head. A bag or sack making it hard to see.
Now, what was he supposed to do?
He’s thrown into the back of a car rather roughly. He’s not impervious to damage. He can feel everyone has activated. They are alive and awake in the hive in his gut. He also feels his own biology, such as the sound of his heart beat in his drum, along the hum and buzz of every bug in his body. He also feels queasy, as anxiety rushes over him. Someone shoves his feet onto the floorboards. And they begin to drive. He feels unsteady. It’s the only case of motion sickness he felt.
No one had taught or trained him how to deal with this situation. They were only there to keep the streets safe. They stopped robberies. They walked people alone home to keep them safe. They didn’t deal with threats like this.
It was clear the APG might have been secretly more organized than they thought. The government and other heroes would tell you they were a small population of radicals. It didn’t feel so small right now with three cars, him in one of them now.
He could send a swarm in the car, but that might cause an accident. He could coat himself in slime and make his escape that way. Though that seemed highly unlikely considering his wrist and ankles were bound rather tightly, so much it was cutting into his skin.
Which often bruised easily in the first place.
He was starting to panic. He needed to get out. Do something to get out of this mess? Though his own adrenaline as making the insects more agitated. They did him little harm, other then end up where they shouldn’t. He tried to send them empathetic message. Calm down. We’ll be okay.
Except he wasn’t so sure about that. He wasn’t so sure this would be an easy solution. Several hours of turning and jerking. He heard the sounds of a car door, then the sounds of a garage door. He was thrown onto the cement.
There was excited murmuring echoing in the empty space.
“Brothers, tonight we have caught the mother of all mutants, turns out he attack Tony and Smith with some bees,” one of the men spoke, he imagined it might be the bald man from earlier. The man leans down and the only reason he knows that is because he hears his pants rub together, and him breathe close to him, “You fucking disgust me attacking innocent human beings with your powers. It’s all the same with you motherfuckers. First you take over our television. Then you save the world. Now you walk our streets to keep us afraid.”
“I am trying to keep everyone safe,” he mumbles through the sack.
“Huh, I didn’t fucking hear that,” the man sneers, “You think you’re better than all of us. You trollop around in your little costume. And think you a fucking hero. I’ll tell you who the real fucking hero of America was, real soldiers, hard working men and woman. Who are out of a god damn job. Because heroes can fight our fucking war. Because everyone wants a god damn super soldier. We’re being replaced. Because of fuckers like you. And tonight we’re going to make a lesson out of you. Scream good for us. Okay.”
“Down with Powers!”
“Down with Mutants!”
Some of the other men begin to chant. Sorry guys, he didn’t know what to do in this situation. He was waiting for a hero of the heroes to swoop down, call him a kid for getting in more trouble than what it was worth. But no one was there to save him. No one was there to help or aid him. They didn’t have people like that.
He either had to save himself. Or die for making a foolish mistake.
“Come on help me take his costume off!” snaps one of the guys. His bindings are untied. Now was his chance. He scrambles up quickly using his slime to slide to the other side of the room. He takes off the sack.
He was sorry for this. He didn’t want to harm these men, but he had no choice. He inhaled. Then exhaled. He inhaled one more time holding air into his abdomen before releasing a rainbow colored swarm of bees.
A cloud of bees agitated by his agitation came swarming out aggressively towards the group. He began to run towards the back where he spotted a staircase. He went to run from there, but one of them when he tried to escape hit him across the head with a bat.
He landed on the ground with a thud. The swarming of bees could be heard as men were screaming in pain. His head was throbbing as blood ran down his forehead. Shit. He tried. The world became blurry and fell into darkness.
January 25th, 2009
Those getting up and getting ready for work in Brooklyn turned to scoff to the building protected by a fence and something about a security system they didn’t know about. There was a lot of tension brewing, a lot of rumors beginning to escape people’s lips. Some mirrored the views of the Anti-Powers Group, the APG.
They feared the mutants in that apartment building were someway to overthrow or plot against them. There was a lot of, down with powers movement going on and someone had tagged one of the buildings gated pillars, again, with a sign that read; Get Out.
Aliens that attacked New York, destroying half their infrastructure. Superheroes who were praised these days as celebrities. Clearly they were looking to overthrow them. Take over their city. That was the APGs rhetoric and it grew and grew because the claims were ignored and allowed to fester into the oncoming storm.
Here was the beginning of ten individuals, who could be many more individuals over time, sleeping in apartment where tensions of their presence grew and grew and grew. They could feel it, the dirty looks given to Garfield whenever he did leave.
The pity they gave Serenity because she looked like an ordinary the girl. The look of shame they gave Duke. And some of the members couldn’t leave the apartment without fear of ridicule, or simple mockery. While true Umbra rarely left his pocket dimension, he couldn’t simply waltz out and expect anyone to accept him.
They casted sad looks at Riko, she was too young. They feared Jed, and that crazy monkey thing they had with them. Dominic was just a loser, an unwanted, homeless, and a freak, that’s just sheer disgusting and their disgusted looks always proved it.
No clearly they saw them as the enemy. Someone had to be blamed. Someone had to take responsibility for the lives and deaths of so many Normal people if they hadn’t began to show up. When the first mutant freak was born they should have culled them before they could breed.
There had been a relative time of peace. But that has slowly sailed downhill into rhetoric of bigotry and hatred. When mutants had been seen to have been given some level of respect, people stood up, fought back. Give me back my Nation.
It hadn’t always been this way. The neighborhood had once been stable. But everyone believed the building they resided in when it was announced to be condemned should have been given to low income Normal people. Instead the city district asked the neighborhood if they would allow mutants to enter that apartment.
While they know what they are. They rarely know what they do. And to some that scares them. To others it angers them. Others turn a blind eye. And others are paranoid, suspicious of their activities.
9:00 am
She had always been an early riser, the morning time often made her feel refreshed and ready for anything to come. While Timothy had always been the one to stay up all night, his glasses lie on the nightstand and him sleeping peacefully right next to her. His black hair scattered across his pillow, she kissed him on the cheek.
“Sweetheart, wake up,” she tells him nudging him awake.
Timothy groans. Clearly agitated from being awoken. He stares at her half asleep, but this was often the only time he agreed to anything. She smiles at him and he smiles back at her.
“What?” he asked sleepily.
“Let’s go to a haunted house,” she tells him, clearly more refreshed than he is.
“Not my thing,” he tells her.
“What you’re scared of something?” she laughs.
“No, nothing phases me,” he tells her.
She bites her lip and decides to test this theory. She suddenly claps her two hands in front of his face. He just stares at her half asleep and groggy. He didn’t even blink or flinch.
“Woah,” she says.
“I know, right,” he smiles.
“Ah baby, are you going to leave me all alone?”
“You’ll be fine, they’ll probably kick you out because you’ll punch an actor in the face for scaring you too hard,” Timothy laughs.
“That will not happen,” she tells him.
He just smiles and laughs. She frowns and pouts her lips.
“What’s so special about this Haunted House anyway? And who opens a Haunted House in January?” Timothy asked.
“This isn’t just some random Haunted House, the Haunted House they had in Luxembourg burnt down and are touring America using the cash proceeds to build a new Haunted House,”
“Huh, have fun,”
“Who I am going to go with?”
“You’ll figure it out,”
She hated when Timothy was right. It was more than likely she’d punch an actor in the face for being too scared. But she could not do that. She needed good relationships with these Haunted House actors. They had such nice costume design, she needed to know their secret. She needed to know the fabric of that cute robe. She needed to know to make a Halloween version of Blue Swallow’s outfit this year. It would look very cute on her.
Going into her closet, she began to pick out a wig for today, and an outfit. Ugh she was going to have the lug the superhero bag around. It wasn’t as cute. Putting on her red pants and vest, she placed a moderate amount of makeup and smiled. Timothy had already went back to sleep. She left her bedroom to make sure Riko was awake.
“Riko, you want candy and sweets and goodies?” Serenity called out.
Riko quickly came out of her room. Her hair a mess of bedhead, wearing sweet pajamas she bought her.
“Yes,” Riko said drooling a little bit.
“Okay,” Serenity said, “Then get ready cause we’re going to a place where you get goodies.” She turns her attention to her phone, “Aimi.”
A picture of the AI sleeping is on her screen and Serenity flicks it. Aimia wakes up sleepily, a question mark bubble pops up on the screen.
“Yes Serenity,” Aimi calls out saluting her.
“Make an announcement, all Rogue X members need to be awake and in the lounge in fifteen minutes, I have an important message to make,”
“Yes Ma’am,”
In no time the automated intercom went off and Aim’s voice could be heard blaring.
Will all Rogue X members please come down to the lounge. You have fifteen minutes to get ready. I repeat. All Rogue X members please come down to the lounge. You have fifteen minutes to get ready.
With the announcement out of the way she would start some coffee and leave the pot full with at least two glasses left in the pot for Timothy. She stared at the apartment, how long had it been now? Four years actually, at least for her. Some of the members were newer and their numbers would slowly grow, but Rogue X had a motto. No one would be left behind. It meant everyone had a part to play. Apartments that seemed once lonely were now beginning to fill. They still had many rooms to fill, but she wondered what this new sanctuary would like once they got the brought people here. They could have quite the family.
Family, huh? She wondered where Jayden might be now that she thought about it, if they found him, perhaps she could bring him here. There set the pot to go with six cups of water, she leaned on the counter space she had. The floor plans were all open plans, the dining room dipped into the living room. She loved that living room, it had a little here and Timothy in it.
She chose the crazy checkerboard rug he wasn’t fond of and he had his ugly old beige couch he refused to give up. She put up the crazy wall art of pictures big and small to make a pattern, he hated it too. But then he just had his depressing black and white alleyway photo on the other end of the living room.
Yes, Serenity was excited to see what kind of Rogue X they would create. She wished the neighborhood would be more opening. But what did she expect them to think of them here? Except that it would be entirely unfair if she just asked everyone to start being normal.
Coffee was gurgling air and she took it off the heat, pouring it into her travelers mug, she was about to call out for Riko to hurry on up. But the girl was already out of the room in one of the cute dresses she bought her.
She brushed Riko’s bangs out of her eyes and handed her a breakfast sandwich she had warmed in the microwave.
“Eat that for now,” she said.
Leaving the bedroom, she felt a twinge of sadness that Timothy would not be coming. But she felt everyone needed a break. Not that anything significant had happened, but the tense air outside. The anti mutants sentiments, the stares they got. She thought they needed another bonding exercise. Staring at the stairs then the elevator.
“We’ll take the elevator,” she said. Entering she pressed the Star for the main floor and in no time, one horizontal downward push of gears and wires, they were on the main floor. Riko happily nomming her egg sandwich with a swish of her tail. Now to wait for the others she thought while walking into the lounge. | Umbra
“Humans leave an impressive amount of stuff lying around.”
Alias: Nightquake
Age: Ageless - but if a number satisfies you my human appearance is 25, I have been on Earth for 4 years and 1 day
Gender: I do not even know where to begin with such a question, I am a Primordial Void being. I do not think my anatomical structure actually matches that of a human considering my lower half is primordial matter. But I’d like to be called a He for the sake of clarity and to make it easier for the mortal beings in Rogue X.
Serenity Notes; Say that next time. You didn’t need all of that.
Umbra scribbles underneath; Say what?
Serenity Notes; That you prefer he. You do not need to explain every time someone ask what to call you.
Umbra: Huh. That does seem much simpler.
To begin to even describe what Umbra looks like is dependent on understand what Umbra actually is. And no one really is for certain what he is. He appears to be some Primordial Voidless being from his ribcage down.
The shadows at his feet are not in fact shadows, but said to be some kind of dark matter like substance and it’s a lot more solid than what you’d consider looking at it’s wispiness. The chimeric void creature appears from the neck up to be entirely human.
A narrow featured young man, with the only significant difference is the simple fact his hair is wispy and shadowy, almost like embers on top of his head. But it is also soft like hair as well. It’s rather uncertain to determine what kind of material it is.
Much like his anatomy is an odd thing to consider. He has a ribcage, a heart, and lungs to breathe. But if anyone were to have a powerful enough X-ray to pure into his body, he has arteries that are only circulating shadows or some kind of dark matter throughout his body.
He wears often a long black robe, that almost represents priest vestments, but with odd doom and gloom accessories when not projecting his bottom half most see this as a long black coat, the end of his coat being actually his body when not manipulating that part of his body. But he doesn’t bother with shoes because there is nowhere to actually put any feet, considering his lower half is an odd black mass that is quite solid despite looking like a shadow and acting like a shadow.
As for height, his standard stance would make him at least 5’8”, which doesn’t seem very tall, but no one is for certain how tall a primordial being is suppose to be. Or if they really have a height. His weight cannot be given because honestly there is no way of measuring something like that.
His cadence is very sotto voce that is in a very quiet voice, and it is often very monotonous because Umbra doesn’t know how to express emotional inflection very well. It’s also not very pleasant to listen too despite its chilly breeziness to it because it is often toneless.
Personality Strengths
Sagely
Being a Primordial Void has its perks, he has the memory of the earliest universe. Which honestly sounds odd and hard to imagine for any human being. But his wisdom is near limitless, at least when it comes to advice giving and the history of the earth.
Being a Primordial being means that Umbra can hear the voice of the universe. He remembers things that others could not. He holds the knowledge of the gods and he holds knowledge of the most ancient human beings because his body is made of such scattered things he has a lot of scattered information.
But Umbra is sort of out dated. He can tell you a lot about the history of the world, give you sagely advice, and seems to have some kind of universal knowledge. But Umbra is limited in just ancient history. It is a bad idea to ask him about modern world things because he doesn’t have any information about those things.
Asking him what outfit you should wear, or asking him about the most modern, current Human world you should honestly know more than him about.
Idealistic
Except not preachy. Because Umbra’s memories are scattered through an expansive amount of time, he can have some rather idealistic points of view. But it counter balances Serenity’s natural realistic point of views. He’s the one who keeps the group striving for something, even if it might be idealistic, he believes that there needs to be ambassadors for change.
Maybe that’s also his idealism speaking when he believes that they can be the ambassadors for change. While he is realistic about his idealism and doesn’t get carried away, he remembers many different eras of time, and thus he tries to adopt older views in a more modern view.
Being influenced by the modern world for four years has at least allowed him to see that his idealistic nature might need to be routed into different views. Umbra is not so idealistic that he won’t listen to anyone else. Mainly because he’s not self righteous like that.
He has a willing acceptance to learn and admit when he is wrong. But he tries to keep people to strive for more than simply the status quo.
Easy-going
If Serenity is overbearing and controlling, Umbra is quite the opposite. He takes everything at his own leisure and allows others as well. He’s not necessarily lazy, he simply takes his time. He’s efficient by being careful and detail oriented.
Not much really gets to Umbra, he seems unphased by a lot of things and doesn’t seem to persuaded by emotions or to get carried with emotions. It is easy then to simply write Umbra off as slow and lazy, but he is none of those things. He’s never so easy-going he will slack off. And he’s not slow because he’s lazy.
He has a very my pace attitude. Which makes projects, Serenity thinks that should be done in several hours, take Umbra a few days because he takes time to consider everything all at once.
He lets the others do whatever they want as long as it doesn’t impact someone too much. Or impact him in anyway that actually might get him upset. If you want someone to say yes to your insane ideas, it’s probably Umbra who will let you do it. Riko, can I cut up the curtains to make a cape. Umbra, if you’re going to do that make sure the curtains still look nice afterward.
Fearless
Being an ancient primordial void means that Umbra has little fear in the face of danger. He doesn’t sweat, but he really can’t sweat anyway he doesn’t have sweat pores to actually do that. It means that he boldly throws himself into the fray without the fear of death or the fear of feeling any pain.
He does things with a reckless abandon. Which can be his double edge sword.
In the most positive circumstances it means that Umbra will not flee or show cowardice when the team needs it most. Watching him stand in the face of an unrelenting enemy makes the others fight alongside with him with the same mental toughness Umbra shows.
In the worse case circumstances, it’s either an enemy Umbra will someday be unable to face, and get himself actually hurt. Or he may be leading the team astray with his idealist, fearless, recklessness because he forgets they do not have his fortitude.
Personality Flaws
NonHuman Ideals
Being what he is Umbra has a difficult time expressing certain things to people because not all of his concepts are comprehendible as something human. He is wholeheartedly still something in between humanity, and all of his concepts and ideas are often vaguely abstract concepts of pataphysics. In which he conjures imaginative solutions to complicated problems because he has no concept of a true morality.
This doesn’t make him morally ambiguous. He has morals, but they are constructs of a scattered abstract memory. He is more morally abstract. How he defines good, is at its purest imaginative concept of what good is. He doesn’t define it by any other values.
Human tact on needless values to their morals. Good is selfless, sacrifices for others, good is altruistic. For Umbra Good is simply the abstract feeling of Good. What feels good is good, there needs to be no other values. Bad is selfish, harms the innocent. Bad is bad because it feels bad. Why try to define it further than that?
Because of that Umbra has some very simple, but complex abstract code of ethics.
Further I’d like to add, that the ideals or ideas that Umbra thinks are not due to some kind of faith or belief. As he lacks that kind of concept, it’s why he is so willing to hear out what others have to say. Instead most of the abstract ideal concepts that come to his mind is something he was simply born with. “Born” with. They are the imprint of a millennia of ideas that has spanned across the universe as ideas, beliefs, and concepts long before others. He has a primitive, older structure of thought.
Inability to Emote
Umbra doesn’t emote. He lacks the concept to emote. Or humanize. He can, but it’s often a falsehood because he can only imitate behaviors he sees others express. But he doesn’t necessarily feel the way a human feels.
Umbra emotes, just not in the way a human could emote. While technically he doesn’t verbally emote or show displays of emotions, he is an empathetic being. He can Sense and Share information. But he cannot necessarily feel them.
This makes it difficult for the others, despite not entirely being human themselves, but with human conditions connect to Umbra. Because Umbra is beyond even their understanding of humanity. It’s hard to connect with the thing that doesn’t express or humanize in the same way as you.
Nonexistent Reality
In all tense and purposes Umbra does and does not exist in this reality. Being from somewhere, but nowhere means that he is exist and doesn’t exist in this reality. Because of this Umbra is difficult to follow all the expected rules of him. Mainly because the way his mind thinks means he either doesn’t catch on the rules he is suppose to follow or feels above having to listen to them because he feels they have no value in his mind’s reality.
Into the Fray
Beyond all the complications of what his existence is and the way he thinks, Umbra has no sense of danger. Actually he sort of sometimes craves it. But danger in its purest form. He’s not an adrenaline junkie because he doesn’t produce adrenaline.
He’s often the one to take the most risk and jump into the fray recklessly. He enjoys the excitement in the purest form of what that means to him.
Warped Reality
More worrisome, while Umbra may not entirely exist in our reality, but may exist in our reality it does tend to affect him. While he has shown no signs of insanity, it does take a toll on Umbra mentally to be shaped and influenced by multiple realities at once.
It makes his mind a little skewed times. At its best, he’s just oblivious, half the reason he lets people do things they shouldn’t around him. Sometimes he gets a little mental confusion or forgets rather easily what he was doing. Maybe one of the reasons for a number of oddities in his behavior because of how clueless and air headed he can be.
At its worse he can be grouchy, have a violent temper, and be aggressive. And it’s most worrisome, though no one has seen him at this point, it’s maddening and hard to control his purest desires of violence and aggressive behavior.
Primordial Void Child
To even begin to understand Umbra’s powers you must understand the history of the Primordials. The Primordials that live alongside Earth’s dimension, whether or not you can enter the Void, are often the keyholders of concepts or entities. In an essence they are the reasons why concepts like Mercy, Justice, Good, Evil, Compassion, Charity, etc. exist in the first place.
And some scientist theorize that somewhere there must be a Primordial as to why Mutants even exist or even the concept of such an entity. Though that’s all an untested theory and no one can touch or enter the Void because they would be completely strip of their reality or existence in the world because the Void is made of some kind of scattered time, scattered matter. It is the pieces left of Humanity and Earth’s creation. Which is how a Primordial constructs itself through the random leftover parts of things.
How a Primordial being Ascends into a God Like state is a complicated and honestly slow process that has not been witnessed until now. Normally there is One Primordial being that is the sole embodiment of a concept or entity.
When this concept changes or this concept dies. The Primordial “dies”. But reality is the Primordial is being reshaped to take on the new concept of the idea that died because it is changing. They call a Primordial being reborn a Void Child. In a Celestial sense Umbra is still in a state of infancy, even if he doesn’t look like an infant.
In a sense Primordial’s are dual reality beings. Partly influenced by a Celestial calling. They can hear the Murmurs. The Murmurs are the voice or maybe the feeling of the universe. It is almost like a small whisper or really a sense of something that guides them to a reason. But they are also influenced by our reality somewhat. In a way they actually influence our reality, but we define in what way they do so.
With that explanation out of the way, we can delve into what it means to be a Void Child for Umbra and what that allows him to do.
Primordial Physiology
A Primordial without a concept or without an entity are often black and shapeless. As Umbra is now. They take on the shapes of the things that surround them. People. The darkness they knew from before they existed. They have no concept of a true self, and don’t remember who they were before this. They simply hear the Murmurs and know their purpose.
In the shortest terms possible a Primordial main physiology is Embodiment. It will eventually take on the shape of the concept or entity that it will some day Ascend to. A Primordial’s main existence is to Ascend after it Embodies its main concept. Told to it or maybe felt by it upon sheer existence.
Umbra’s is Justice. This is the reason he can use the powers he uses because his main Embodiment and someday his Ascension will be through some new Concept of Justice he is learning from those around him. It is why Umbra is not preachy about his ideals, because he understands fundamentally he still needs to learn. While he will someday influence the way our reality and beliefs work by his mere existence, the people around him shape what that Embodiment will look like in the near future. Though no one has to worry about Umbra’s ascension because ascension takes hundreds if not thousands of years to ascend.
It is often a Primordial’s existence that influence some conceptual story of mythology. Even if the Gods are given the credit, the stories and concepts would not have been told if not for the Primordial’s existence and assistance in the human plane as Void Children.
Mendacity Sensing
Because Umbra doesn’t feel, but sense the world it is very hard for him to not understand other people’s intentions. In layman’s terms, it simply means that he can sense when someone is lying to him or being untruthful. He doesn’t know what they are lying about, but he can sense their lies. This is very useful in discussions when working with Howard/Meat.
He cannot sense the reason behind the lie, and it is difficult for him to determine someone’s truthfulness if their mind is altered. Either through psychic screening despite Umbra’s abilities not being psychic based or through something mind altering like being drugged or brainwashed or mind controlled.
Codes of Justice
Umbra has a primitive form of law creation, he can construct laws to bend others to the boundaries of the rule. When the rules have been set the victim has no chance of escaping them unless they abide by the rules. However, he can only define laws of his embodiment and those are laws of Justice. Furthermore, the conditions of these abilities must be fairly specific or there is a way for the victim to find easy work arounds them.
Beyond that, his Codes of Justice are limited to a small radius surrounding him about a 10 ft circumference surrounding him inside a small force field created by Umbra’s Embodiment aura. Once an opponent steps into the limited range, Umbra is free to set his own rules on his opponents. Rules such as; if the fight is unfair you must surrender. This is particularly handy when they have one opponent and there are a few Rogue X members working together.
Primordial Form
Umbra is still in all tense and purposes a Primordial. Sure one that is still understanding the world, and one that has not ascended yet. But there are special occasions when a Void Child transforms into their true Primordial form. The Form they may take during Ascension.
Umbra cannot transform willingly in his Primordial Form though. As he has not Ascended and there is no way for him to access this ability alone. However, there are special occasions when Umbra does transform into his Primordial Form. Often these are of greater Celestial Events, such as a Lunar or Solar Eclipse. Or other greater Celestial Events that may spark life into Umbra. -
In this form he has the ability to create black holes from his body, sucking anything into his body, and crushing them from existence like they are a tin can. But he also has the ability to create the opposite a white hole, while a black hole sucks things in, a white hole spits things out. He can access whichever reality he would like to do so.
No other time does he have this ability. And it is probably when he is the most vulnerable. When sucking something inside of him, it scatters his body and when the black hole is closed he spends a few slow minutes reforming his primordial shape.
Materialized Guardians
Because Primordial beings have some influence over creation, Umbra has the ability to manipulate Guardians from his lower half of his body. These Guardians fight for him, or beside him really and are useful for a variety of attacks.
At current Umbra can only shape two beings from his body. And because it takes up Umbra’s body, the more he materializes a guardian, the less of him there actually is to maneuver around. Because of this he can only truly summon one guardian at a time. But one guardian is better than none.
The Cannon
So named because of it’s shape. Is like a puppy dog, but a laser for a mouth in Umbra’s words. The Cannon can release a laser beam. Or real a conceptual laser beam, for all intensive purposes it behaves like a laser beam, and looks like a laser beam. But it is not a real laser.
After being shot by the laser witnesses will see that the opponent has not actually been shot by the laser. Well they have been that’s why they are on the floor screaming in pain, and yelling their skin burns. But they have no marks, or haven’t been melted or burnt to a crisp. As it is the concept of a laser, not a real laser.
Slither
So named because of the way it moves. Umbra was not very creative when designing these names. The slither flies around the battlefield, and slashes at its opponents. But just like the laser and the conceptual beam, these are conceptual slashes. In the opponent's mind they have been slashed and see blood from their wounds.
Everybody else is watching them like a mad man trying to desperately to stop bleeding not actually there. Slither does have one more capability which is wrapping its tail around an opponent to immobilize them.
Umbra despite what he likes to think is not impervious to damage either. When he materializes his guardians, his body is no longer as physical and he is weak to sound and other vibrations. Beyond the fact that he is weak against those with gravitational abilities. And weak against extreme force pressure of any sort. He is also affected by light matter.
He doesn’t seem to do well with high heat either. And isn’t fairly physically strong himself. His human half still feels slight pain, though dulled since he’s a shadow vein bloodstream monster. And he can be banished to a different reality like anyone else can.
He can also still be mind controlled. And he has no defense against psychic attacks.
Major Skills
Omnilingistic
Being the Celestial being that he is and some day with the goal in mind he represents the concept of Justice for all, knows every language on Earth. He can read, write, and speak these languages whenever he needs to do so.
Remembering Details
An elephant never forgets, and a Primordial being definitely doesn’t forget. He has the expansive knowledge of the Universe, but he holds onto abstract concepts and their details very well. With this in mind Umbra is very good at remembering details. He can tell when the can he left behind has been placed just an inch elsewhere, he can tell when something isn’t quite right about the details of a room, and is fairly good at putting those things together to create a more detailed picture.
Tracking
Because of his skill in remembering details, he has learned to utilize it for different functions as well. You want someone to find or you need to find a secret book that can open a backroom to a secreter room, then Umbra will most likely be able to find it.
Also since he senses people, he can easily figure out a signature, if he has gotten a clear idea of what they feel like to him. No stone is left unturned for Umbra. Once he has been sent out to track someone or find something his attention to detail has him thoroughly scour the area for clues.
He can tell the freshness of tracks. When someone’s unique signature has been there last. The dust left by the other books versus the one that has been used the most often. And so and so forth.
Minor Skills
Voice Impressions
Well only in a technical sense. Umbra can imitate the voices of people he has heard through his body. It’s more like an echo or playing back a recording than a traditional voice impression. But still very useful, when he either needs Serenity’s scolding voice, but lacks one himself.
It’s also useful in other ways as well. If you need to get past a password that requires voice activation, Umbra’s impression or really recording is an exact match to the other individual so it’s hard to tell it’s just some strange sound from the shadowy mass of a Primordial Void Child.
Also entertaining to do actor impressions.
Flower Arranging
He finds it relaxing. Or whatever the feeling of relaxing is for himself. He likes the bright colors. And he senses it makes him feel a pure form of happiness. He will not accept anyone changing around his flower arrangements and he will notice if there has been a change.
He seems rather protective over the amount of work it takes for him to arrange each flower arrangement. If anyone ever visits his little pocket dimension where he spends most of his time, you will see that is a garden of different flowers. He likes the shapes as well.
Interior Design
Who do you think designed the front entrance of the apartment? Or the lounging room? It certainly wasn’t Serenity. He used his attention to detail to choose the colors and paint the walls. He’s the one who aligned everything in an order he found acceptable.
Equipment and Weapons: None. Where would they go anyway? If I need anything I'll put it in Serenity's bag.
History:
I wish upon a star, with all my heart to bring my papa back to me.
Existence is a fickle thing. To explain would be impossible. Because a thousand stars do not know the concept of existence. He isn’t even sure if he really existed when he came to this world. Or if he exist now. He is still a child. He knows this. He is still an infant in the eyes of the stars. But is existence forming memories? Or bonds? He’s not so certain of either answer to the question. He first came to this world in a beautiful garden. Someone was speaking. Making a wish. A little girl. Emily.
She gasp.
“Are you a monster?” she ask the strange black mass that fell from the sky, that she had thought was simply a falling star.
“No I do not think I am,”
“I can hear you, but you have no mouth,” in her eyes all she saw was a quivering mass of shadows. She reached out to touch it. It was warm and comforting to the touch, which surprised her. It was alive. But it was not.
“Do I need one?”
“I don’t think so, what are you if not a monster?”
“A star,”
“Stars don’t talk,”
“I came from there. Somewhere. I am not sure where I came from. But I am definitely a star being,”
“Say star, can you grant my wish?”
“I do not have the power to grant wishes. But I sense this disappoints you in some sense, what did you want to wish?”
“My mommy and daddy, are gone. Can you bring them back? So I don’t have to live with my aunt,”
“I do not have the power of resurrection, I am sorry.”
She watches the shadow begin to build a structure, up and up. Till he is a tall person wearing a black robe. He is very handsome with white, wispy hair, almost like a cloud the way it moved, but it was also hair like. His eyes were almond shaped and very piercing.
“Did I do this right?” he asked looking at his people shape.
“I think so,” Emily told him, “How did you do that?”
“A memory of encouragement,”
Emily stared at him, she didn’t quite understand. Neither did he. A child in this universe. A child on this Earth.
It didn’t last long. He wish he could tell fanciful stories of spending more time with Emily. They had one night together. Her room was soft colors, she had created herself guardians out of her toys. She was seeking comfort. He sensed this. He wanted to give it to her. Maybe not want, but sensed he should. He spent the night with her. Watched over her. She fancied him some kind of guardian. But he was not her guardian.
Her aunt seemed sad. Her husband seemed depressed. There was an air of grief in this home. There was not anything he could. Even being a Void Child, he could only hear the Murmurs and knew there was a Primordial Concept of Grief somewhere out there. He then perhaps hoped that their grief would dissipate.
He wondered for a while. Being called to different people. And sensing them when they needed him. He felt a need perhaps to help them in some way. But, what was he meant to aid humanity with? Grief was not his concept. Hope was not his concept. Comfort was not his concept. He was not an entity, he was a thing between human and primordial.
He was a child who knew nothing. It was a maddening reality, that he could not have a concept. He searched for two years to find a concept. To define a concept. But he knew not of the steps to find this concept or its Ascension.
Until the murmurs directed him to someone who was like him. Someone in between. They had burning Justice.
“Who are you?” he asked.
They laugh.
“I could ask you, the same question, who the strange half shadow, half man is”
“I am a Void Child,”
“I am an in betweener,”
“What is your name?”
“What is yours?”
“I have none,”
“Well, then we’re alike in more ways than one I suppose,”
“You might have my Concept,”
“Oh? That’s a little odd. Did I take your luggage at the airport?”
“No, I am a Void Child, I came into existence 2 years and 3 months ago, I must find my Concept so I may ascend some day,”
He smiles.
“Want to help while finding that concept?”
“With?”
“A project of mine,”
“Hmm, what is this project?”
“I am calling them Rogue X, we’re superheroes, but the true kind, well they’re superheroes, I am just the money bank,”
“And while I help this Rogue X, I find my Concept,”
“Quick at least. That’s the idea,”
“I find this agreement acceptable,”
He never knew though at that time, that he would find his Concept working with Rogue X. The Murmurs reinforced this. They told him that this was his concept.
Other Information:
Umbra doesn't have a room in the apartment. Instead he spends most of his time in a pocket dimension in his "own shadow" to escape the way reality affects him sometimes and the way he affects reality around him. |
53,103 | 1,442 | 2 | 1,836 | 2,618 | Garfield felt a jolt and he woke up. He was sweating and his heart was beating so fast that he felt like he just came back from another mission in the field. But, he did not know what had caused this. He does not remember his dream. He tried to think back, but all that came back to him was a black image. He slowly sat up and looked around. His room, stationed on the first floor, had been reconstructed so that the room was blast proof - so that when he unknowingly thrashed around in his sleep and accidentally threw something, it would not blow another hole in the wall. It had been quite expensive but well worth it. It would have been much more expensive to keep on repairing the walls, after all.
He turned to his clock.
6:00 AM.
The bright red numerals stated. He did not feel that he lacked sleep - in fact, this was supposed to be when he would wake up. Usually one of the first to rise, if he wasn't mistaken. This might have been due to the fact that he was trained in the military but he felt that training slip from him, as they would wake up earlier than that. Nevertheless, Garfield quickly made his way around, taking a short shower and then pulling on a white shirt and cargo pants. He began making pancakes, taking his time. While, originally, he had wanted to cook for everyone, it became increasingly obvious that the fact that they all had different kitchens meant that they would often cook for themselves so he ended up just making one for himself.
Garfield took his time with eating. By the time he was finished, it was around 7:30, as it also included him just lounging around and watching some television to past the time. Seeing that it was quite late and he'd better get a move on, he stood up. He took a bondolier and slung it over his shoulder. He then wore his gloves and made his way outside. As expected, it was still quite empty in the ground floor.
As if on auto-pilot, he made his way outside. As expected, there was another sign there, placed by the many haters of their kind. He wasn't blind to the glares he was being given every time he exited the apartment when they were around to buy something from the convenience store. He preferred to ignore them. Serenity probably wouldn't like it if he decided that maybe one person could make do without an arm, or if someone could spend a night in the ER for a bloody face and multiple broken bones. He looked around and saw an elderly couple walking by. He had half a mind to greet them but when their eyes met - the couple narrowed it into a glare and started hurriedly walking pass.
The greeting, of course, died in his throat. Four years and he still hadn't gotten used to not greeting the elderly. His mother's teachings were quite deeply rooted. He let out a sigh before exiting the gate and taking the sign down. He could get rid of it now, no one would wake up. It was light and would barely make a sound. Or maybe Serenity would like to see it? Being their leader and all that, he wondered if the woman would like to know that another sign had been propped up. Figuring that she already expected it, he threw it down and it created a very minuscule explosion comparative to that of a pop pop firework, albeit a little louder.
No one seemed to have noticed. He locked the gate and then went on to have his morning jog around the neighborhood. It was always best to do it early in the morning. He had set a time when if he woke up late, he would have to run on a treadmill. When too many people were milling about, a peaceful jog is the farthest thing he could think off. Halfway back to the apartment, two kids were running towards him. Slowing down, he allowed the children to catch up. A big mistake on his part really as the two brandished water balloons and pelted them at him. Drenched, he quickened his pace back to the apartment.
"Monster!"
"Get out of here!"
Their voices carried through the neighborhood and other parents seemed to have filed outside. Garfield swung open the gate and locked it once more. He wasn't used to children mocking him, wanting him to disappear from their lives. They usually just stayed away or looked at them with awe - because they were children and they looked up to them as they had powers. Perhaps their parents were less accepting and more open about their hate of mutants. Perhaps they were not children but rather teenagers? Thought a little prank at one of the residents in their apartment was a good laugh. His head was hurting and he had to grasp the wall to keep himself from falling. There was nothing more he'd like than to teach those two little bastards a lesson on who they ought to mess with.
Just at that time, Aimi had announced through the speakers that they would meet in the lounge. Garfield seemed to forget about being wet or being angry and turned immediately to the lounge. He sat down on one of the seats and was facing the door. Once Serenity and Riko came in, he greeted them, "Good morning." | Name: Garfield Oliver Remus
Alias: Grenadier
Age: 38
Gender: Male
Appearance: Garfield stands at six foot one and has a rather muscular build. He would often wear a shirt and camo cargo pants when in casual clothing. His brown hair is usually slicked back, as was suggested to him by one of his late friends, and he also has chestnut brown eyes. He seems to carry around the wolf tooth necklace he has, but he never said where he got it but it does seem awfully authentic. When he's out doing hero stuff, he simply wears a black leather jacket over his shirt, cargo pants, a black mask, gloves and combat boots. He has two bandolier-like sashes crossing both his shoulders which contain rocks and other assortment of small objects to be used in battle.
Personality Strengths: Garfield is a rather calm person. He's generally quiet and is a better listener than a spokesperson. A lot of people assume that he's mute since he rarely speaks; however, when he does speak, it would become obvious that he's actually pretty nice. He's an honest person and it is, once more, shown when he answers a question. He is the kind of person who silently helps before leaving without so much as another word. He has a soft spot for animals and can be usually seen smiling around them.
Personality Flaws: Despite his calm exterior, Garfield on the field of battle is rather merciless and he still keeps his stoic expression. Actually, in the field of battle, he seems entirely emotionless. This tends to put off most heroes as he seemingly acts more like a villain than a hero. Out of battle, however, he seems to have his head in the clouds most of the time. He has little presence in the room too. He also shows signs of emotional dependence on others. He also claims to hear voices in his head, most of the time it is his siblings or some other close person to him.
Powers:
Garfield has no name for his power. He has the ability to turn anything into a grenade - meaning everything he throws essentially can and will explode once it makes contact with a solid area. The mass of the object is directly proportional to how powerful the explosion is. In his own words, "The heavier the object, the bigger the boom." He also has three categories of said grenades:
Explosive - The object would explode just like a normal grenade. It has the capabilities of blowing someone up.
Stun - This acts more as a flashbang type of grenade. It releases a bright light and a loud sound that would leave most incapacitated for a few seconds.
Smoke - Generally used for escaping
Enhanced Physical condition - A side effect from an experiment gone wrong, his body can resist his own explosions and typically has a tougher exterior than most, making it harder to bruise him. He also has a greater physical strength than normal people and even trumping some of the enhanced humans in terms of brute strength. This doesn't mean he's invincible and he actually heals slower than most people.
Skills:
Major Skills:
Parkour - Being part of the military from a time past, he has trained in this art for many years and has been using it most of the time while on hero business.
Sneaking - Because of his less than admirable presence and generally being quiet in both speech and movement, he has garnered quite the ability... albeit unintentionally.
Art - In his free time, he would often be seen with a sketchpad and drawing tools. Sometimes even a canvas and paint.
Minor Skills:
Cooking - He's been living alone for a while. It'd be a wonder if he didn't learn it.
Animals - This guy seems to form bonds with animals faster than with humans
Singing - He has a surprisingly good voice.
Weapons: He only carries small objects that he throws for his power. He stashes them in his bondolier.
Pebbles - It doesn't spread that much but it can damage a normal person when they take it directly, leaving them with a nasty burn and ruined clothing. The shock from the explosion might be the main reason why normal people can't take it. Blast radius would span from 4 inches to six inches depending on the size.
Normal-sized rocks - Relatively larger than the pebble but not as much as a grenade. If taken by a normal person, it would leave a rather big wound and blow a body part off depending on the position of where it lands. It would be extremely painful though and the resulting bleeding might be the cause of alarm. Blast radius would effectively range from one foot to two feet.
Bigger rocks - The kind that is bigger than your hand so you can't wrap it all the way around. It is equivalent to a grenade and will blow off a part (or a lot of them depending on where it lands) and would probably kill a normal human being (highly likely). Blast radius would be around that of an average grenade, added with the extra shrapnel that would not explode from said rock or any other object of that size. Shrapnel only applies to this size of an object and bigger.
Equipment: He typically never leaves without his sketchpad and drawing pencils, if not in a mission that is. It's usually in a small backpack. He also seems to like carrying around some food to feed animals.
History: Believe it or not, Garfield had a relatively normal childhood. His powers didn't surface until much, much later. His father served in the military and encouraged his children to join the military as well, much to the their mother's dismay. He was a cheerful child who looked up to his father so he agreed to join the military once he was old enough. His younger sister and brother didn't follow through though, thinking that they would fit in elsewhere. His father died when he was twelve. His last promise to his father was to serve the military in his place. His mother was hesitant on letting Garfield train for the military and his younger siblings discouraged him because he had great talent for art and that he should pursue that. Garfield figured out that they were worried for his safety because of the superhumans and how they could really hurt him, being normal and all.
Even with his family's disapproval of his decision, he still went to an academy and trained. By the age of twenty, he was out in the field. His job mainly consisted of being backup to the well-known superheroes which also involved almost getting blown apart, being teleported to the Bahamas (he was so lost at that time), shooting until the cartridge is empty only to see that it didn't even put a scratch on the enemy and the likes. Even so, he enjoyed his time there with his friends. His group of friends usually got out relatively unharmed. They took their day offs together. There were five of them, two females and three males including him. Each time they got a day off, they would live in a house of the family of one of the members. This was probably the prime of his life. He had a good relationship with his family, had excellent friends and an exciting job.
Everything came crashing down when he was twenty-eight years old. In the midst of a battle, his power emerged. He threw a rock at an enemy and he blew up. Note that this was a normal human being and he was torn asunder. The death didn't disturb him, considering he was military at that time, but they were all equally shocked to find out that Garfield had powers. His superiors caught wind of this and then quickly tested him. He was placed apart from his original team and group of friends since he had powers. They would make him train with it, and that's when he started hating his job. But this wasn't the worst of it. Figuring that maybe making a superhuman wasn't a bad idea, especially for him since he made grenades with inorganic materials, so they underwent an experiment.
It went wrong. The side effects had not been taken into note.
While making his body more resilient to force which ended up with him being a lot sturdier and his grenades not affecting him as much as a normal person, it also lowered his healing factor. His physical strength was greatly increased, but he suffered mentally and emotionally. The usual cheerful Garfield turned into a quiet and closed off man. He was deployed with his old friends in hopes that they didn't break him too much. It didn't work. His last battlefield on the military, it ended with two women and two men in their side dead by explosion and a mission complete... but he was the last one standing. Or rather, he was sitting down and crying with his hands in his ears, shouting for the voices to stop.
They failed. Garfield also had a bit of a problem adjusting to the life with his kind of power. No more shooting the paper ball into the bin or else it would explode. No more spreading the small grains to feed the pigeons, or else those would explode like miniature fireworks. It made him dependent to his younger siblings, since his mother had passed away. They tried their best to take care of him. They cared enough to sacrifice some of their time to help him. He was their older brother after all. But everytime they saw Garfield simply staring at nothing, they felt a pang of guilt. Why couldn't they stop him before? If not for their father and their lack of insistence, he would have still been the same.
His siblings died because of a villain attack. Garfield tried to save them, he really did. However, he wasn't powerful enough but the villain had been taken down by a superhero. But they were late. His siblings were already dead. They saved the day, but not his family. Thinking that it was because big shot superheroes didn't have the time to look at minor villains, he decided to go as a vigilante. That's when he joined up with the Rogue X. He found home and shelter with them, being a misfit himself, albeit for rather different reasons. They said his power was too 'destructive' but the team accepted him nonetheless. He found out about the other types of grenade after he was done in the military and is now trying to find out more about it.
Others:
- His power was too loud and too destructive. His personality is also rather villainy so he was never invited to become a superhero group.
- Everything he throws explodes so he needs to be careful to 'place' the things he want on the ground so they wouldn't explode.
- His power does not work on living things; however, it does work on fruits and vegetables. Just not on animals and humans.
Theme Song: |
53,104 | 1,442 | 3 | 659 | 166 | It was such a beautiful day. Chibi was reclining comfortably on a hammock; A large banana split rested on his stomach. The fluffy monkey devoured the treat, and yet it never seemed to get smaller. A pleasant warm breeze stole the chill from the ice cream. Chibi had a huge spoonful with a massive chunk of banana encroaching upon his mouth; Anticipation filled the tiny simian.
Will all Rogue X members please come down to the lounge. You have fifteen minutes to get ready. I repeat. All Rogue X members please come down to the lounge. You have fifteen minutes to get ready.
Chibi screeched as the speaker next to its head blared, shocking the monkey out of sleep. Tumbling off the weight machine he had been using as a bed, Chibi hit the floor scrambling. His head swiveling looking for the source of the voice in his sleep clouded mind.
Dawning on him he realized exactly what happened. He muttered disconsolately, “Chibi.”
He wasn't finished with his banana split, and was depressed that it didn't exist. Frowning he attempted to reconstruct the message that ripped him from sleep. Chibi knuckle-walked across the hall into the lounge. He raised the fruit bowl Serenity kept stocked for random snacking, crunching into an apple as he climbed onto a perch in a corner.
“Chibi.” He greeted around a yawn. | Name: Chibi
Alias: N/A
Age: Indeterminate
Gender: Cute (appears genderless)
Appearance
Chibi stands at an adorable 26 inches. It's fur is feathery soft, and its eyes are adorable.
Personality Strengths: Chibi is an incredibility curious creature. He will investigate anything that doesn't pose an immediate threat. He is also a fun loving being, willing to play with anything he can.
Personality Flaws: Chibi is an incredibility curious creature. He will stick his nose into anything he had never seen before; This can vary between the freshly delivered pizza, or the interdimensional gateway device. Additionally Chibi is extremely playful, and will play with nearly anything, from the aforementioned pizza to others personal items.
Powers:
Walking Garbage Disposal: Chibi can really pack away the calories. It can eat almost anything. Strangely enough it never changes in size, nor does it ever seem to use a bathroom. Rogue X has been unable to discover where the consumed items end up. It has been postulated that Chibi can swallow a small explosive (i.e. a grenade) and survive; This remains untested and is merely conjecture.
Oh... Thats where it goes: With a massive exertion of will, Chibi transforms into a massive
Using the energy stored from his diet. This expenditure of energy changes the color of its skin from light brown to blue, and it's fur becomes coarse and changes to the color white. Its strength increases to match its now monstrous 9 feet (standing upright) gorilla form.
Rogue X testing indicates that in this form he is capable of lifting 3000 lbs (normally: 600 lbs); Max run speed of 24-27 mph (normally: 31-34 mph); And is durable enough to withstand some small arms fire. (5/6 9mm bullets at medium range, less for higher calibers; Impacts can still do damage, bruising, bone breaks, etc. Though the muscle mass decreases likelihood of the latter.
Initial transformation costs Chibi approximately 416 kcal(1,750 kJ) and approximately 138 kcal(583 kJ) per minute afterwards. This has only been measured up to 15 minutes (Total of 2500 kcal/10,500 kJ) the longest Chibi has sustained the transformation. The transformation back to its smaller form costs approximately 1250 kcal(5,250 kJ), and leaves Chibi in a weakened state. (It is capable of fleeing, but would be considered feeble in a fight.) The less time it spends in the Gorilla state the stronger Chibi is after returning to it's cute state. This leads to the hypothesis that extended periods of time would require even more kcal/kJ, not only to transform back but per minute; Further conjecture theorizes that there will be additional jumps in cost per minute.
Do to dietary limitations Chibi can only transform once every three to four days (If uses a full 15 minutes.) Given its unique genetic anomalies it has been theorized that Chibi can transform if it absorbs enough electrical energy; It is unknown if this energy has to be ingested or can be applied externally.
Skills: Major Skills:
Monkey Climbing: Being shaped like a monkey allows Chibi to climb as though it was "going out of fashion." It's an expert free climber, and master of the ancient art of Parkour.
Prehensile Tail: Being a monkey is like having five hands. Well four hands and this neat length of intelligent rope. Chibi can use his tail for anything from hanging himself from a tree limb to pulling the trigger on a stationary gun.
Monkey Fu: To assist in protecting his owner/partner Chibi was programmed with the five variations of the Tai Shing Monkey Kung Fu. Which he uses exclusively in monkey form.
Drunken Monkey uses a lot of throat, eye and groin strikes as well as tumbling and falling techniques. It incorporates a lot of false steps to give the appearance it is defenseless and uses a lot of off balance strikes. The practitioner waddles, takes very faltering steps and sometimes fall to the ground and lies prone while waiting for the opponent to approach at which time a devastating attack is launched at the knees or groin areas of the opponent. In drunken monkey you use more internal energy than any other. It is one of the more difficult of the monkey styles to master and also extremely effective against a standard, attack-oriented enemy. Countering this style involves shifting your body around often to ensure that the Drunken Monkey user impacts more solid, tougher areas of your body.
Stone Monkey is a "physical" style. The practitioner trains up his body to exchange blows with the opponent - Stone Monkey uses a kind of iron body method. It will leave an area exposed on its body for an opponent to attack, so it can attack a more vital spot on the body. It is important not to attack reflexively at open spots, and try to hammer away at their weak spots until they give in.
Lost Monkey feigns a lot. Practitioners of Lost Monkey give the appearance of being lost and confused to deceive the opponent into underestimating his abilities, and he retaliates when it is least expected. The hands and footwork change and flow from each other at will. All monkeys are sociable animals and so they live in troupes or family groups. They are also very territorial by nature and so when they wander into the territory of another troupe there is normally a fight possibly resulting in death to the trespassers. This technique incorporates the fear, nervousness and mischief of a monkey who has wandered into a neighboring territory, in that it attempts to pick and eat as many fruits and insects as quickly as is possible while nervously looking around before scurrying back to its own home range.
Standing Monkey or Tall Monkey is a relatively conventional monkey that likes to keep an upright position and avoid tumbling around. This style is more suited for tall people. Tall monkey likes to climb body limbs to make attacks at pressure points. It is a long range style.
Wooden Monkey mimics a serious, angry monkey that attacks and defends with ferocity. The attitude of this monkey is more serious, and its movements are noticeably less light than the other monkeys. Wood monkey likes to grapple and bring its opponent to the ground.
Minor Skills:
Limited Vocabulary: Chibi has never been heard to say anything other then its name. However it can usually get its meaning across using inflection and charades.
Chibi: Due to its extremely cute appearance, Chibi is often underestimated. And can often get away with things others could not.
Weapons: Chibi doesn't carry weapons, though he is known to use makeshift weapons at times.
Equipment: Chibi wears a backpack and radio earpiece.
History:
Chibi wasn't born. It's life started in a laboratory, the result of yet another attempt at creating super soldiers. It's creator, Dr. Alonzo Patrick Espinosa, knowing the horrible outcomes of experiments using human test subjects chose to use monkeys.
Chibi was born to one of the test subjects and showed an enhanced durability and stamina. However there were strange genetic mutations as well. Deciding this particular subject was disposable, Dr. Espinosa chose to see if it could weaponize the creature.
He performed surgery on the monkey and installed a biotech computer in Chibi's head. The creature not only survived, but developed use of the computer in unexpected ways. Unfortunately for Dr. Espinosa, only those programmed into the computer appeared lethal.
Time and finances running low Dr. Espinosa made an attempt to sell his research. The highest bidder seeing only an adorable monkey in place of the genetically engineered assassin he purchased; Killed Dr. Espinosa and destroyed the lab.
Chibi escaped in the chaos. It wandered the alleys and back streets till it met its first friend and was finally named. It also learned to speak and discovered the limit of its vocabulary.
It was in defense of Chibi's friend that it discovered the unique ability that allowed it to escape the destruction of the lab. Unfortunately the transformation scared the friend away. However Chibi had discovered the joy of fighting crime. A path it followed until it was discovered and adopted by Rogue X.
*For the sake of my sanity and to make writing easier I will most likely write Chibi using male pronouns as I seem to think of it more in that way. (I keep trying to type he instead of it.) |
53,105 | 1,442 | 4 | 357 | 102 | Duke had been up for a few hours now. Early to bed and early to rise had always been a popular saying of his and today was no different. His morning routine was a simple one at best, get dressed at 6, wash at 7 and then eat around the 8:30 mark. It wasn't often that he was ever interrupted from his schedule and even less so when it was a group meeting.
The announcement from the speaker system in his room took him momentarily by surprise but he continued on eating the boiled egg he had prepared. Duke muttered to himself, "Damn robo-girls, what's wrong with a good old nudie mag?" 5 Minutes later breakfast was finished and his plate was tossed into the sink with the rest of his crockery. Really the sink was just a formality to him. When you live on the road, you don't waste water on things that barely need it. Old habits died hard for Duke.
Strolling to the exit of his apartment, Duke picked up his cane standing next to the door, and his treasured John Deere Cap. Placing it firmly on his head, he opened the door and ambled out. Duke did not bother to close his apartment door fully, after all, there was no-one in the Rogue X building that would want to steal from him and anyways, he didn't have anything really worth taking. Dukes thoughts briefly drifted to the monkey but he had no worries, "Aghh, what the hell. If he goes in there he might even do the washing up for me." | Name: Duke Delroy/"Were I to say it out loud, you would turn insane"
Alias: Host of Plaixare (Usually just "Plaixare")
Age: 71
Gender: Male/Unknown
Appearance: The best way for me to put it is using a reference photo seeing as his appearence is based on a real life person.
His outfit is generally very simple. Almost always a variation of a white vest, check shirt and a pair of tatty blue dungarees. Whenever possible he is wearing a John Deere Cap
When Duke is controlled by the Demon, Plaixare, his eyes glow a dull orange and his beard literally and figuratively burns like hot coals in a fireplace. His face also turns a slight tinge of Grey. Dukes skin seems to tighten around his bones giving him an almost skeletal build for the duration.
Personality Strengths: Duke is a humble man who cares not for money nor fame. Were he to have his way, the rest of his days would be spent with a fire in the hearth and a sheepdog by his side. When he is not taken over by an ancient demon, people can quickly tell that he has good intentions in what he does. He is a great listener and has an affinity for making one open up about themselves.
Personality Flaws: The Demon, Plaixare is a cruel and sadistic being who is barely controlled by Duke. Should he mistakenly relax his hold on the being for too long he will find himself using more than excessive force.
Regular Duke does also have his flaws but not nearly as severe. Due to his old fashioned way of life he can sometimes unintentionally be sexist and or racist. He means no malice by this but it can rub some people up the wrong way.
Powers: All of these power can only be used when channeling the power of Plaixare, something he only does when extremely necessary.
1. Duke can project a roaring beam of flame from his face in a straight line for roughly 20 metres or until interrupted.
2. Within a 5x5 metre dome around himself, Duke can eliminate the effects of all light sources other than those created by himself causing the area to be almost pitch black. Those outside can see in but those inside the dome may not see out.
3. Duke is able to perform short range teleportation. He can disappear in a cloud of black smoke and reappear in any direction up to 10 metres away from his starting position. This can be straight up or at angles but cannot be used to pass through solid objects.
4. When first taken over by Plaixare, aside from his appearance altering transformation, Dukes body gains some form of weapon suited to the task ahead. This could be clawed fingers, horns, a prehensile tail or some other kind of alteration. He can only gain one modification at a time and is stuck with his choice until he takes back control of his body. These additional transformations cannot add powers or ranged attacks, they are purely tools or melee weapons.
Skills:
Major 1. Farming. Since a young age Duke was working on a farm and therefore knows the correct technique for growing most common vegetables. He can also operate most simple machinery.
Major 2. Stringed instruments. Duke is skilled at playing instruments including but not limited to banjos, guitars and fiddles.
Major 3. Demonic tongue. Being the host of an otherworldly demon gives you all sorts of knowledge. Duke knows about some of the mystical realms and can speak fluently in demonic tongue.
Weapons: Duke carries with him a hook handled wooden cane. When taken over, the cane burns up into ashes but reforms when Duke returns.
Equipment: Duke carries a tobacco pipe, a tin to hold said tobacco and a hip flask
Duke grew up on a farm in the deep south in the 1950s. He lived with his parents up until the ripe old age of 14 where he packed a bindle with his worldly belongings and decided to make his own way into the wide world.
In his first years on the proverbial street, Duke lived off of busking with his banjo. He would sit on a street corner in the blazing hot sun and play until day became dusk.
This routine continued for three years, three glorious years. Of course he had no luxuries in his life but he made enough money to have at least 2 meals a day and a thick blanket to sleep in at night.
This all changed when one Winter night he came across a gang of Street Urchins no older than himself but all armed. They robbed him, kicking him to the ground and smashing his treasured instrument purely out of boredom. Broken and bruised, Duke crawled back to where he was staying the night and wept himself to sleep.
During this sleep a voice reached out to him through the mist of his dreams. The voice said, "embrace me . take my power . enact revenge . kill them all."
When Duke woke he found himself surrounded by the bodies of the kids who had cornered him the night before.
Each one maimed beyond recognition and posed, pointing at his resting place with a single outstretched finger. Some were missing limbs, others had had there faces burnt off. Those that still had a face, showed an expression of utter fear. Somehow, Duke knew he had committed these murders (COULD IT BE THE FACT THAT THEY WERE ALL POINTING AT HIM!? WHO KNOWS?)
The demon that had reached out to him had only intended to use him as a host for a single night. The plan was to siphon Duke's energy and then once it was more powerful it would move on to a new host, one with more power, more strength. That was the plan anyway.
When the demon tried to leave it's host's body, something inside of Duke held on, pulled back even. Such was Duke's will that Plaixare the demon found itself unable to leave this mere mortal.
As time went by and Duke aged he began to forget this ordeal and write it off as a bad dream induced by a bad choice of mushrooms in his stew. He got on with his life and even started work in a car factory of which he worked in for 20 years. The powers that he had witnessed that night never manifested themselves again but they still lay dormant, waiting for the moment to strike out with the rage and fury of an immeasurable force trapped within an unbreakable cage. |
53,106 | 1,442 | 5 | 2,552 | 635 | Will all Rogue X members please come down to the lounge. You have fifteen minutes to get ready. I repeat. All Rogue X members please come down to the lounge. You have fifteen minutes to get ready.
The sound pouring forth from the speakers wasn't terribly unpleasant; indeed, the voice had a nice tone to it, but to Dominic's sleep-clouded mind, it felt like the ringing of a clarion horn. He rolled out of bed, literally, and landed on the floor, a tangle of legs and sheets. Once he extricated himself, he stumbled to the restroom to shave and brush his teeth. He stumbled over the legs of a chair, earning himself a bruise, and gave the offending object a curse and a kick, which only furthered the bruising on his leg.
Once he was mostly presentable, dressed in a dark gray hooded sweatshirt and a pair of stained denim jeans, he grabbed his bag and started for the door, grabbing a flavorless, grainy protein bar as a makeshift "breakfast". He patten his pockets, mostly to reassure himself that he had everything he needed, and felt the familiar weight of his switchblade and (quite empty) handgun. He doubted he'd need either, the announcement over the intercom hadn't seemed too urgent, but he was comforted slightly by their presence anyway.
He walked swiftly, keeping to the leeward side of the hallways, staying off the main drag. It wasn't a conscious effort, he simply couldn't avoid the instincts that he'd unintentionally honed over the course of his life as a perpetually-homeless wanderer. His slight reverie was cut off when he sighted the beginnings of the team grouping up.
He didn't say much as a general rule, and he sort of got the impression that he was one of the less-welcome members of the team. As such, he simply took a seat, taking care not to sit too close to anyone, lest they attempt to make too much conversation. He looked curiously at the little monkey, wishing he could remember its name. It was something cute-sounding. Beanie? Peachy? | Name: AIMI (Assisted Intelligence Matrix Interface)
Alias: Aimi is pronounced as Amy
Age: Aimi is programmed to appear in her early twenties.
Gender: Being an advanced program, she technically lacks a gender, though she was programmed with a feminine body, and personality.
Role: AIMI is an AI developed by Timothy to help maintain Rogue X’s servers. Her main purpose being to keep viruses out, making sure the security systems are always running, and any other task she may be given(so long as it’s within her capabilities).
Appearance:
The first thing to note about the AI, is she is inside a screen at all times. Be it a phone connected to the Rogue X’s server, or a computer. Due to this, she lacks a definitive height, or a weight. She is designed with pale skin, blue hair, and blue eyes.
Sleepy mode. At night, and early in the morning, Aimi will be seen in pajama’s and with her hair down. Her speech pattern will also be plagued with an occasional yawn.
Work Mode. Her usual attire. She is usually seen in this mode holding a phone, with a holographic screen above it. She uses this when asked to search something on the internet, or find something specific on Rogue X’s servers. She also has a broom, and various other cleaning tools, which she uses to clean up viruses. She has a floating seat, which she will be seen with when ‘feeling lazy’, or when she doesn’t have any work to do.
Personality Strengths: Aimi is programmed to be intelligent, talkative, and helpful. To this end, if she is asked something she doesn’t know the answer to, she will search it on the internet, and if she can’t find it that way, she will dive into the deep web hoping to find it there. While she is talkative, and will strike and hold a conversation, she still doesn’t technically qualify as human contact, but she is the next best thing. What kind of AI wouldn’t be helpful? She was designed with a purpose after all.
Personality Flaws: Her biggest flaw, is she’s a program, and no matter how advanced she is, she can still be hacked, and attacked by viruses. If she obtains a virus, she will no longer be helpful, and will seemingly be stuck in ‘sleepy mode’, with the addition of a slightly blue shade, alerting her caretaker(Timothy) that something is wrong. If hacked however, it is harder to detect, unless the hacker made obvious changes to her usual behavior.
Skills:
Research - As stated in her personality, she will go as far as the deep web to find information if required. She is programmed with exceptional research skills.
Virus Removal - If you’ve ever spotted Aimi in your phone with a duster, broom, or other cleaning product, she’s getting rid of viruses for you. If you ever see her running around in a panic, being chased by a blob, the virus was bigger than she thought, and you might want to tell Timothy his AI is about to be attacked by a virus.
Social - Aimi is programmed to communicate like a real human. To this end, she can research topics, and hold conversations about them. You want to talk to her about politics without making anyone mad? Want to talk sports, but don’t know anyone else interested? Talk to Aimi, though her views aren’t inspired only by facts, but also by the popular opinions she finds online, so as to make it seem like she has an actual opinion, and isn’t just reading wikipedia.
Artsy - Aimi’s programming includes artistic ‘skills’, of course, some might view this as unfair, considering she can draw perfect lines. But, if you need a blueprint drew up, or need to make wanted posters based on a vague description from a witness, Aimi can draw it for you.
Dancing - If you’re ever sitting around bored, and want to watch something cute, ask Aimi to do a dance for you. She is programed with knowledge of both ballet, and ballroom dancing. Though since she lacks an AI partner, she usually will just dance with a broom, which is cuter than it sounds. She can also learn new dances, from watching others, so her repertoire might be larger than her original programming, she has learned multiple dances from Serenity.
Other Info: Aimi has her own computer, though it’s not set up the way a normal one is, but rather it’s a virtual ‘room’. Aimi can often be found here, when she isn’t doing something elsewhere. If she has caught a virus, she will usually be found laying in her bed, refusing to work until she is better Everything in this ‘room’ is fully interactable, either by clicking on it with a mouse, or Aimi interacting with the things.
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*basically every NPC will go into the undefined section, until they are determined to be allies or villains. It's more fun that way.
Der Alptraum Zirkus
The strange and eerie. The cruel and sinister. The insane and degenerate. Come one and all. Buy a ticket from Das Gespenst, he'll take you down the river of styx into a magical world of secrets and tricks. Can you? Will you make it alive?
The Cast of our Zirkus
das Gespenst
"The Spook"
Some mistake Gespenst as the reaper himself, but he is no grim reaper. He is a specter who has taken on the task the grim reaper has given him. An underling to his mighty power, his job is to lead visitors from the catacombs into the magical nightmare they are about to witness. He has had made many friends in this world and they greet him with little to no hostility, but you. You my dear visitor must walk cautiously through our home, for you are not welcomed even if Gespenst let you in, it was not direct permission to trespass on our land.
Theme Song:
*And I also sort of like the music video to explain how Gespenst sounds, like I assume that's he sang this song kind of thing.
Der Krähenkönig
"The Crow King"
You realize the specter that has guided has left you alone in a field. You are not sure which path is the right path, you twist and turn. The sounds of rustling grass disturbs the scare crow hidden in its blades. His job is to drive you from these fields of corn. The Crow King is said to be a possessed turnip, who grew hands and feet, who became the caretaker of these fields of the dead.
Theme Song:
Mampfen der Hanswurst
Zapplen der Narr
Chomp the Fool and Fidget the Jester
You run from the fields, you run from the anger of the Crow King until you reach the place you were looking for. The music brings back nostalgic memories of a childhood. But this is not the childhood you are reminded of. For hidden behind the curtains of this circus tent are too insane degenerates. They do not want you to leave. You may think this is all for laughs, but you are not meant to leave this place.
Mampfen
"Hrraahahaha. Who am I you ask? I am a two time award winner of best teeth in the game. Here let me try it out out on you, I'll get your nose. Hrrahaahaha."
Zapplen
"Now that's not nice Mampfen, they need their noses. So they can take a whiff of what their own fear is. Pew wew. I think this one has shit the bed. Haaahahaheheh!"
Theme Song |
53,107 | 1,442 | 6 | 707 | 516 | JED awoke at 8:30 AM, his system slowly booting online as his battery finished recharging. He automatically powered himself on after reaching a full battery, a vain attempt to compensate for his short battery life. Of course, having to spend a majority of the day offline was by no means efficient, but what could he do about it? Instead, JED stressed over the growing crowds that almost constantly surrounded the apartment building. They had always been a problem, but they were rapidly growing as the number of mutants in their ranks increased. JED respected their right to peacefully assemble, but they made it somewhat difficult to leave the apartment. In fact, most of the time, JED had to sneak his lumbering body through the emergency exit, doing his best to hide his monstrous body. JED didn't enjoy their hatred - well, to be more specific, he didn't enjoy their hatred towards his actions. JED was perfectly fine with their anger towards him - it was unjustified, but they were entitled to their opinions. They couldn't do anything to hurt him because of his durability, and their words could be ignored. But they were also the people that hated everything he did - every time JED tried to work at the soup kitchen, he was rejected because the homeless wouldn't take pity from a monster. They wouldn't allow him to assist with construction or any other charity work, refusing to be helped. Thanks to that, JED was forced to spend most of his time cleaning the apartment building or doing menial chores. Slowly, the robot realized it had not turned on it's sensors, and slowly, the world came into view.
The boiler was humming gently, and the breaker was directly to Jed's left. The outlet, the only one in the room, was completely empty. The room itself was barren, devoid of any customization or personalization - it was your typical boiler room, made of metal and concrete. This was his room. Considering he was a robot and didn't need the comforts that humans need, JED offered to stay in the boiler room, a relatively large area that had space that would, otherwise, go to waste. This was fine by the other occupants. especially since he was out of sight. Slowly, the crystalline legs shapeshifted, pushing JED upwards into a standing position. He then began to walk at a slow, almost laughable pace, gently manipulating his arms in order to open the door - a task that requires the utmost precision. Finally, JED managed to accomplish this feat, and he slowly, with extreme care, maneuvered his body out of the small door frame without breaking anything. JED looked around - Timothy's area was, as always, heavily locked, and the washing area had no activity. Storage was locked behind a closed door, and JED had never had a reason to go inside - he didn't own a single possession, so he had no reason to. The elevator was another place that JED had never entered - he alone exceeded the weight limit, leaving him to use the stairs. Behind him, the emergency exit, the one he entered in order to escape to the outside world, was closed with a neon exit sign a few inches above it. Most humans would find it completely depressing, but JED had grown fond of the area over the last 7 months.
The slow pace eventually got JED to the stairs, which he slowly began to ascend. Upon making it to the top, JED peaked around the corner, looking at the crowd gathering outside the gate. It was large, consisting of at least 2 dozen people, all of whom held signs in their hands. They started to yell insults, and emerging from the crowd soaked, was Garfield. When the two were introduced, JED was sure to keep his distance - if he exploded, some people nearby may get very injured. He entered through the gate, and JED opened the door for him, and Garfield quickly made his way to the lounge. Just then, the announcement sounded throughout the entire building.
"Will all Rogue X members please come down to the lounge. You have fifteen minutes to get ready. I repeat. All Rogue X members please come down to the lounge. You have fifteen minutes to get ready."
Glad that he had something to do, JED began to follow Garfield into the lounge, positioning himself into a corner. He didn't feel discomfort from standing and the chairs would not be able to hold his weight, so JED simply stood constantly when he wasn't charging. Chibi was one of the first to arrive, followed by Serenity and the others. Overall, JED liked the team a great deal - they were the closest thing he had to a family, and humans were supposed to be very connected with their families. JED greeted them as they arrived waving his jagged, sharp arm. | Name: Justice Enforcement Droid, or JED for short
Alias: Jackpot Justice
Age: Has existed for a few million years, but has only been active for 7 month.
Gender: N/A, but has decided to refer to itself as a male.
JED Stands at an impressive 7 feet tall, weighs 2500 lbs, and is appears to be made entirely of a strange crystalline substance that is foreign to earth. After several tests, Rogue X has discovered that the substance is about half as strong as steel, but far less heavy. JED does not wear clothes since very little could actually fit his strange anatomy, and is covered in edges that, while not very sharp, could easily hurt someone if they were stabbed. JED, with his shape shifting abilities, is capable of shifting his general structure, but not changing colors or his total mass. This allows him to create manipulators, like hands, that allow him to interact with objects. He speaks in a deep, booming voice that demands attention, which sounds almost exactly like a human besides an electronic undertone that someone would expect of a robot. Has a slight Japanese accent, despite never interacting with a person from Japan. The most distracting feature, however, is the bright red 'eye' that is in the middle of JED's face. This is his core, and if destroyed, he is killed unless it can be repaired. This core is JED's only method of sight, and is also the place he charges his batteries.
Personality Strengths:
- Strong Will - JED is, above all else, strong willed. He will spare no expense in the pursuit of justice, and will not let anything stop him. If he can will his way through something, he'll do it to uphold justice.
- Inspirational - JED was designed to be an officer unit on his home planet, and was made to inspire his comrades to fight for truth, the weak, and Justice. This was also programmed to be experienced constantly by him, and that is why he is able to rise up even after having his body heavily damaged.
- Helpful - Whether he was programmed that way or years of deactivation has altered his way of thinking, JED is always willing to pick up the slack. Whether it's putting in time doing community service so someone can relax or doing taxes, JED will help anyone if they ask politely.
- Fun - JED is just fun to be around. With his over-the-top personality and his occasional joke, JED could make most people smile easily. He is especially good with children, and as long as no one is doing anything illegal, he's great at a party.
Personality Flaws:
- Doesn't Discriminate - It doesn't matter if you are a murderous monster who kills for fun, or a little girl trying to jaywalk. JED was built to uphold the law, and will do so without regard to age, gender, or crime. Expect him to force people to pick up their litter or hold a person down until a police officer excuses their actions. No matter how much Rogue X has messed with his core, this programming is impossible to alter.
- No One is Over the Law - Not even JED. JED will refuse to kill a person, no matter how much of a monster they are. He is willing to fight and even seriously injure, as he believes a police officer would do the same, but murder is far too much. Additionally, JED will never steal or commit even the smallest of crimes (Except public indecency, since he can't find any clothes that fit him).
- Lack of Understanding Empathy - It's hard to tell what JED is thinking since he lacks traditional facial cues and body language, and his strange anatomy makes him avoided by most. This goes both ways, however - JED can't understand human body language or facial features, believing 'they all look the same'. While JED can understand vocal tones and speech perfectly, his lack of understanding on human behaviors makes him less than perfect at persuasion.
- Nosy - Will try and pry into other people's business no matter the situation, whether because he wants to help or because he thinks they may be criminals. Expect him to know many personal facts about different people. At the very least, he'll know when your birthday is...
Powers:
Robotic Physiology - JED does not need food or water to survive, and can theoretically be active constantly. Additionally, typical poisons and substances that would harm a biological creature would pose no problem towards JED. However, JED does require electricity to remain active. His total battery is 15 kilowatts, and he requires 1.875 kilowatts hourly in order to remain active, but exerting himself can raise this up to 3 kilowatts an hour (8 hours active, 5 hours max when exerting himself). This means, should he be stuck in a location for a long period of time without access to electricity, he would be rendered powerless.
The core can be used as a solar panel, but due to the differences between the sun and his home-world's star, it would take him a month to completely fill his battery. JED has a maximum lift of 1500 pounds, can move at a maximum speed of 10 mph, cannot jump, and is as durable as the material he is currently composed of (A crystalline material half as strong as steel). It should be noted he lacks the bonuses of a biological body (He can not enjoy pleasures like eating, he cannot grow stronger since he lacks muscles to train, etc). Refilling his battery completely takes 8 hours (16 if he remains active). It is possible that the using his battery more frequently will eventually increase the lifespan to former levels, but this is very unlikely. The only weak point on JED is the core, which is delicate and very difficult to repair.
Bodily control - JED is capable of minor shape shifting by temporarily weakening the molecular bonds between them, and shifting them into a new shape. He can manipulate his general structure to give himself hands, blades, or other weapons. He can even shoot parts of his body outwards as projectiles. However, all of these activities are strenuous, and shape shifting rapidly can easily drain his battery. Additionally, objects shot from his body can no longer be manipulated until they return to the body. JED can only make minor changes, like manipulating a limb. He can't completely change his structure, and some materials are too strong to be changed swiftly, or even at all (Adamantium, Vibranium, etc).
Reconstruction - JED is capable of reconstructing his body using the materials around him. His body will slowly cause stone, dirt, or anything nearby to slowly gravitate towards his wounds, and reconstruct himself until he has a similar mass to what he once possessed. While this could be used to incorporate better materials into his body and make him more durable, it can only be done involuntarily - his body reconstructs itself with the nearest and easiest materials to move, and only does so while he is inactive. This means that it is impossible for JED to heal while active, and will almost always be weaker than he was before unless he has access to strong materials. Reconstruction takes 8 hours to repair a limb-worth of damage. Additionally, no matter what materials are present, it is impossible for JED alone to fix his core.
Major Skills:
Willpower: JED can resist most temptations as long as he has a reason to, and will go to many lengths to protect the weak. If someone is breaking the law or defacing justice, expect JED to be a bastion of willpower and determination with the mission of apprehending the criminal.
CQC: JED is proficient in all manners of Close Quarters Combat, and uses his shape shifting to create weaponry and restraints for opponents.
Inspiration: As noted in the personality section, JED is truly incredible at motivating people and raising their morale. Whether inspiring people to go after that promotion or motivating them to go that last mile in a fight, JED probably has a motivational speech for nearly any situation.
Minor Skills:
Chemistry: One of the things that JED was taught when first coming online was chemistry, which he has a fondness for. Of course, this is nowhere near as impressive as his love for Justice.
Gambling: Somewhat ironic considering some parts of the US outlaws it, JED loves to gamble. Or, more accurately, he loves the risk of gambling. As such, JED is somewhat proficient in most games seen at casinos. Of course, this does not mean he is better at luck-based games, which he seems to prefer. In fact, when creating his alias, he decided to combine the two things he liked the most.
Diligence: JED can spend hours on end doing some meaningless, boring task without stopping, almost certainly because of his motivation. This usually manifests itself in performing menial labor or community service, which is one of his hobbies.
Weapons: JED forms his own weaponry, usually using either a sharp blade to pierce and slash opponents or a blunt hammer-like tool. His third favorite tool is manacles, which he forms whenever a criminal is incapacitated.
Equipment: Lacking any form of employment outside of Rogue X, JED simply lacks the funds necessary to have any equipment.
History: JED was originally constructed by the Shakorin, a race of humanoids who resembled squids. JED was one of a millions, his model being used as enforcement droids. Thanks to the fact that the Shakorin sun released far more energy and was out far longer than the Earth's star, JED's were capable of being online nearly constantly, and had batteries that could last days in dark areas or during the night. Shakorin society relied heavily on solar energy, supplementing it with nuclear power during the night. Shakorins were never able to become multi-planetary, since they lacked nearby planets to colonize and they were incapable of FTL travel. As a result, overpopulation became an incredibly large issue, and space became the most valuable commodity. People began to live underground and in the oceans to create more living space, but eventually, tragedy struck - disease had always been rampant, but a virus quickly developed that quickly spread throughout most of the population. Unable to support itself and most workers already dead, Shakorin nuclear plants eventually had a meltdown, resulting in a sudden chain reaction or nuclear explosions all across the planet. The combine force successfully managed to destroy the planet, sending stone and materials all throughout space. Most of these materials managed to remain in the gravity of the planet, and would eventually reform into a rocky barren exoplanet. Some material escaped, however - including an inactive JED unit, one of the last ever made.
For the next 3 million years, the JED continued to drift through space, traveling throughout the milky way galaxy, ever increasing the distance between it and it's home world. Despite the vast time spent inactive, the JED remained relatively unaffected - it was sealed inside of an air tight container, made of the same crystalline substance, protecting the JED from stress and matter. The only thing that suffered was the battery - it had been charged before the destruction of the planet, and millennia of inactivity resulted in the battery's lifespan suffering. It was almost poetic - the sole survivor of his planet was left to drift through the endless void, unaware of the destruction of it's creators. However, after 3 million years of silence, a miracle occurred.
It was pure chance - any number of variables, a difference of only a few hundred miles could have resulted in JED passing by. Luckily, the stars seemed to be right. JED crash landed in Highlands, NJ, destroying a portion of the Twin Lights Lighthouse as it did so. The first respondents were local authorities, who came to investigate the large chunk of blue crystal. Prying open the hatch, JED was discovered, lying completely motionless and deactivated. It only took one thing - a Mr.Gordan Sellers, a rooky officer who showed up to investigate, reached out and touched the black orb residing in the middle of JED's face. Then, for the first time ever, the 3 million old robot awoke.
Looking back on it, things were pretty hilarious. A giant crystal monster being yelled at to 'stand down' by police, despite the robot not even knowing English. It wasn't until agents from the nearest organization, Rogue X, arrived that things finally cooled down. The agents were able to lead the passive Jed all the way to Brooklyn, NY, where they spent the next month teaching the robot English. Finally able to understand one another, JED revealed that he was completely unaware of his origin, having had his memory automatically wiped after the first thousand years of inactivity. JED was given refuge by Rogue X, and was offered electricity and safety. Eventually, however, JED's primary directive revealed itself - he began to question the laws of Earth. For the next 6 months, with little event, JED was taught extensively in law and other subjects, after demonstrating his desire to help uphold justice on earth. Finally, after Rogue X's arbitrary requirements were met, JED was ready to become a hero.
Other:
- Powers that work on inorganic materials can work on JED
- Was never offered to join a larger superhero organization due to both being found by Rogue X first and his... 'quirks' (He berated a child for 10 minutes after she littered, and then immediately chased a man 5 blocks when he jaywalked).
- Hobbies include gambling (usually with very little money that he ends up losing), community service, fighting crime, hanging out with friends, and playing with children.
Theme Song: |
53,108 | 1,442 | 7 | 141 | 759 | The Nowhere
World Theme:
The Nowhere as he called it was a collection of things he had experienced throughout his four year existence. In the Nowhere he looked far less human than he did in their reality. Crossing realities was always such a strange experience because of the way they interacted and affected each other. A part of him searched for some kind of meaning of the things that would someday help him ascend, but those days would be far into a future he couldn’t possibly see yet.
Umbra passed his reflection as he watered his garden that seemed to defy gravity. Outside the glass house was the milky way galaxy glimmering across each window. His own body and face seemed to reflect the stars more, twinkling into an existence rather than simply appearing to exist. Which were two vastly different things.
He glided across the pathway as he had each flower drink water. He didn’t actually know why he did it here. The garden was a manifestation of imaginary, abstract thoughts. But it was, what was the word relaxing?
He could feel in the depths of his existence that a grudge was beginning to be born. He felt the world out there was conjuring, birthing more hatred than what it had before. The time of Love had seemed to be dying. He wondered if the Primordial of the Concept of Love had died and was wandering as a Void Child stumbling like him.
Above him in the dome shape of the ceiling he could see the apartment like a ceiling, warped and bending into shape. There seemed to be activity as people awoke. He could feel their conscious coming into existence. It must be nice to exist. He existed. He felt he existed. But at the same time something reminded him he did not exist.
Much like this place existed, but didn’t. Existence such a strange concept and been on his thoughts recently. He wondered why.
He felt his phone go off. He stored it in his Primordial body so that way it could work in The Nowhere. Aimi was calling them all to go to the Lounge. He wondered why. It wasn’t like he could go out in a non emergency situation. He could feel their Grudge, their Hate through him. They bubbled to the surface like the depths of something more. A universal sharing.
Umbra put his phone back into his body. He didn’t need to eat. He didn’t need to sleep. He found task to busy himself when they were doing nothing, but he was curious to see why they had been called to a meeting.
Lounge
To an outsider's view whenever Umbra came into a room, most simply saw a black circular shadow on the floor. Till it began to bubble and Umbra took shape. A man with almond shaped eyes and wispy hair that was almost, almost, cloud like. His body took the shape of priest like vestments with their own unique personal designs.
Umbra took a look at all of them. He couldn’t necessarily sit down anywhere, he had no shape to do so. He simply glided over to the couch behind others.
“Curious,” Umbra speaks slowly, “I feel your curiosity.”
Serenity looks at Umbra.
“Well that’s because today is an extra special exploration and bonding day,” Serenity tells Umbra, she smiles at the rest, “It’s a secret till Howard gets here.”
As she thought about it though. How was he actually supposed to go? She looked away with a nervous smile. Actually how were many of them were supposed to go? She guessed she could simply assign the most looking ones to come with her. That be Garfield, herself, Dominic, and Duke. That seemed more than enough. But she’d wait for Howard at least.
Instead she skipped over to the kitchen bar area and started a pot of coffee for those who hadn’t had any yet. They hadn’t had a moment of slowness of fun in a long while. She wanted to start to form bonding relationships, rather than what felt at times like a room of awkward strangers who knew somethings about each other.
But not enough. The only way this team was going to get itself together is if they stopped treating each other with some distance.
She smiled at Garfield, flipping the hair of her black wig she chose to match with her outfit.
“How did everyone sleep?” Serenity asked, she sometimes felt like she was the only one trying.
Umbra stared at Serenity.
“I don’t sleep,” Umbra told her.
She narrowed her eyes and scowled at him.
“How did everyone Who Can sleep, sleep?” Serenity asked. | Umbra
“Humans leave an impressive amount of stuff lying around.”
Alias: Nightquake
Age: Ageless - but if a number satisfies you my human appearance is 25, I have been on Earth for 4 years and 1 day
Gender: I do not even know where to begin with such a question, I am a Primordial Void being. I do not think my anatomical structure actually matches that of a human considering my lower half is primordial matter. But I’d like to be called a He for the sake of clarity and to make it easier for the mortal beings in Rogue X.
Serenity Notes; Say that next time. You didn’t need all of that.
Umbra scribbles underneath; Say what?
Serenity Notes; That you prefer he. You do not need to explain every time someone ask what to call you.
Umbra: Huh. That does seem much simpler.
To begin to even describe what Umbra looks like is dependent on understand what Umbra actually is. And no one really is for certain what he is. He appears to be some Primordial Voidless being from his ribcage down.
The shadows at his feet are not in fact shadows, but said to be some kind of dark matter like substance and it’s a lot more solid than what you’d consider looking at it’s wispiness. The chimeric void creature appears from the neck up to be entirely human.
A narrow featured young man, with the only significant difference is the simple fact his hair is wispy and shadowy, almost like embers on top of his head. But it is also soft like hair as well. It’s rather uncertain to determine what kind of material it is.
Much like his anatomy is an odd thing to consider. He has a ribcage, a heart, and lungs to breathe. But if anyone were to have a powerful enough X-ray to pure into his body, he has arteries that are only circulating shadows or some kind of dark matter throughout his body.
He wears often a long black robe, that almost represents priest vestments, but with odd doom and gloom accessories when not projecting his bottom half most see this as a long black coat, the end of his coat being actually his body when not manipulating that part of his body. But he doesn’t bother with shoes because there is nowhere to actually put any feet, considering his lower half is an odd black mass that is quite solid despite looking like a shadow and acting like a shadow.
As for height, his standard stance would make him at least 5’8”, which doesn’t seem very tall, but no one is for certain how tall a primordial being is suppose to be. Or if they really have a height. His weight cannot be given because honestly there is no way of measuring something like that.
His cadence is very sotto voce that is in a very quiet voice, and it is often very monotonous because Umbra doesn’t know how to express emotional inflection very well. It’s also not very pleasant to listen too despite its chilly breeziness to it because it is often toneless.
Personality Strengths
Sagely
Being a Primordial Void has its perks, he has the memory of the earliest universe. Which honestly sounds odd and hard to imagine for any human being. But his wisdom is near limitless, at least when it comes to advice giving and the history of the earth.
Being a Primordial being means that Umbra can hear the voice of the universe. He remembers things that others could not. He holds the knowledge of the gods and he holds knowledge of the most ancient human beings because his body is made of such scattered things he has a lot of scattered information.
But Umbra is sort of out dated. He can tell you a lot about the history of the world, give you sagely advice, and seems to have some kind of universal knowledge. But Umbra is limited in just ancient history. It is a bad idea to ask him about modern world things because he doesn’t have any information about those things.
Asking him what outfit you should wear, or asking him about the most modern, current Human world you should honestly know more than him about.
Idealistic
Except not preachy. Because Umbra’s memories are scattered through an expansive amount of time, he can have some rather idealistic points of view. But it counter balances Serenity’s natural realistic point of views. He’s the one who keeps the group striving for something, even if it might be idealistic, he believes that there needs to be ambassadors for change.
Maybe that’s also his idealism speaking when he believes that they can be the ambassadors for change. While he is realistic about his idealism and doesn’t get carried away, he remembers many different eras of time, and thus he tries to adopt older views in a more modern view.
Being influenced by the modern world for four years has at least allowed him to see that his idealistic nature might need to be routed into different views. Umbra is not so idealistic that he won’t listen to anyone else. Mainly because he’s not self righteous like that.
He has a willing acceptance to learn and admit when he is wrong. But he tries to keep people to strive for more than simply the status quo.
Easy-going
If Serenity is overbearing and controlling, Umbra is quite the opposite. He takes everything at his own leisure and allows others as well. He’s not necessarily lazy, he simply takes his time. He’s efficient by being careful and detail oriented.
Not much really gets to Umbra, he seems unphased by a lot of things and doesn’t seem to persuaded by emotions or to get carried with emotions. It is easy then to simply write Umbra off as slow and lazy, but he is none of those things. He’s never so easy-going he will slack off. And he’s not slow because he’s lazy.
He has a very my pace attitude. Which makes projects, Serenity thinks that should be done in several hours, take Umbra a few days because he takes time to consider everything all at once.
He lets the others do whatever they want as long as it doesn’t impact someone too much. Or impact him in anyway that actually might get him upset. If you want someone to say yes to your insane ideas, it’s probably Umbra who will let you do it. Riko, can I cut up the curtains to make a cape. Umbra, if you’re going to do that make sure the curtains still look nice afterward.
Fearless
Being an ancient primordial void means that Umbra has little fear in the face of danger. He doesn’t sweat, but he really can’t sweat anyway he doesn’t have sweat pores to actually do that. It means that he boldly throws himself into the fray without the fear of death or the fear of feeling any pain.
He does things with a reckless abandon. Which can be his double edge sword.
In the most positive circumstances it means that Umbra will not flee or show cowardice when the team needs it most. Watching him stand in the face of an unrelenting enemy makes the others fight alongside with him with the same mental toughness Umbra shows.
In the worse case circumstances, it’s either an enemy Umbra will someday be unable to face, and get himself actually hurt. Or he may be leading the team astray with his idealist, fearless, recklessness because he forgets they do not have his fortitude.
Personality Flaws
NonHuman Ideals
Being what he is Umbra has a difficult time expressing certain things to people because not all of his concepts are comprehendible as something human. He is wholeheartedly still something in between humanity, and all of his concepts and ideas are often vaguely abstract concepts of pataphysics. In which he conjures imaginative solutions to complicated problems because he has no concept of a true morality.
This doesn’t make him morally ambiguous. He has morals, but they are constructs of a scattered abstract memory. He is more morally abstract. How he defines good, is at its purest imaginative concept of what good is. He doesn’t define it by any other values.
Human tact on needless values to their morals. Good is selfless, sacrifices for others, good is altruistic. For Umbra Good is simply the abstract feeling of Good. What feels good is good, there needs to be no other values. Bad is selfish, harms the innocent. Bad is bad because it feels bad. Why try to define it further than that?
Because of that Umbra has some very simple, but complex abstract code of ethics.
Further I’d like to add, that the ideals or ideas that Umbra thinks are not due to some kind of faith or belief. As he lacks that kind of concept, it’s why he is so willing to hear out what others have to say. Instead most of the abstract ideal concepts that come to his mind is something he was simply born with. “Born” with. They are the imprint of a millennia of ideas that has spanned across the universe as ideas, beliefs, and concepts long before others. He has a primitive, older structure of thought.
Inability to Emote
Umbra doesn’t emote. He lacks the concept to emote. Or humanize. He can, but it’s often a falsehood because he can only imitate behaviors he sees others express. But he doesn’t necessarily feel the way a human feels.
Umbra emotes, just not in the way a human could emote. While technically he doesn’t verbally emote or show displays of emotions, he is an empathetic being. He can Sense and Share information. But he cannot necessarily feel them.
This makes it difficult for the others, despite not entirely being human themselves, but with human conditions connect to Umbra. Because Umbra is beyond even their understanding of humanity. It’s hard to connect with the thing that doesn’t express or humanize in the same way as you.
Nonexistent Reality
In all tense and purposes Umbra does and does not exist in this reality. Being from somewhere, but nowhere means that he is exist and doesn’t exist in this reality. Because of this Umbra is difficult to follow all the expected rules of him. Mainly because the way his mind thinks means he either doesn’t catch on the rules he is suppose to follow or feels above having to listen to them because he feels they have no value in his mind’s reality.
Into the Fray
Beyond all the complications of what his existence is and the way he thinks, Umbra has no sense of danger. Actually he sort of sometimes craves it. But danger in its purest form. He’s not an adrenaline junkie because he doesn’t produce adrenaline.
He’s often the one to take the most risk and jump into the fray recklessly. He enjoys the excitement in the purest form of what that means to him.
Warped Reality
More worrisome, while Umbra may not entirely exist in our reality, but may exist in our reality it does tend to affect him. While he has shown no signs of insanity, it does take a toll on Umbra mentally to be shaped and influenced by multiple realities at once.
It makes his mind a little skewed times. At its best, he’s just oblivious, half the reason he lets people do things they shouldn’t around him. Sometimes he gets a little mental confusion or forgets rather easily what he was doing. Maybe one of the reasons for a number of oddities in his behavior because of how clueless and air headed he can be.
At its worse he can be grouchy, have a violent temper, and be aggressive. And it’s most worrisome, though no one has seen him at this point, it’s maddening and hard to control his purest desires of violence and aggressive behavior.
Primordial Void Child
To even begin to understand Umbra’s powers you must understand the history of the Primordials. The Primordials that live alongside Earth’s dimension, whether or not you can enter the Void, are often the keyholders of concepts or entities. In an essence they are the reasons why concepts like Mercy, Justice, Good, Evil, Compassion, Charity, etc. exist in the first place.
And some scientist theorize that somewhere there must be a Primordial as to why Mutants even exist or even the concept of such an entity. Though that’s all an untested theory and no one can touch or enter the Void because they would be completely strip of their reality or existence in the world because the Void is made of some kind of scattered time, scattered matter. It is the pieces left of Humanity and Earth’s creation. Which is how a Primordial constructs itself through the random leftover parts of things.
How a Primordial being Ascends into a God Like state is a complicated and honestly slow process that has not been witnessed until now. Normally there is One Primordial being that is the sole embodiment of a concept or entity.
When this concept changes or this concept dies. The Primordial “dies”. But reality is the Primordial is being reshaped to take on the new concept of the idea that died because it is changing. They call a Primordial being reborn a Void Child. In a Celestial sense Umbra is still in a state of infancy, even if he doesn’t look like an infant.
In a sense Primordial’s are dual reality beings. Partly influenced by a Celestial calling. They can hear the Murmurs. The Murmurs are the voice or maybe the feeling of the universe. It is almost like a small whisper or really a sense of something that guides them to a reason. But they are also influenced by our reality somewhat. In a way they actually influence our reality, but we define in what way they do so.
With that explanation out of the way, we can delve into what it means to be a Void Child for Umbra and what that allows him to do.
Primordial Physiology
A Primordial without a concept or without an entity are often black and shapeless. As Umbra is now. They take on the shapes of the things that surround them. People. The darkness they knew from before they existed. They have no concept of a true self, and don’t remember who they were before this. They simply hear the Murmurs and know their purpose.
In the shortest terms possible a Primordial main physiology is Embodiment. It will eventually take on the shape of the concept or entity that it will some day Ascend to. A Primordial’s main existence is to Ascend after it Embodies its main concept. Told to it or maybe felt by it upon sheer existence.
Umbra’s is Justice. This is the reason he can use the powers he uses because his main Embodiment and someday his Ascension will be through some new Concept of Justice he is learning from those around him. It is why Umbra is not preachy about his ideals, because he understands fundamentally he still needs to learn. While he will someday influence the way our reality and beliefs work by his mere existence, the people around him shape what that Embodiment will look like in the near future. Though no one has to worry about Umbra’s ascension because ascension takes hundreds if not thousands of years to ascend.
It is often a Primordial’s existence that influence some conceptual story of mythology. Even if the Gods are given the credit, the stories and concepts would not have been told if not for the Primordial’s existence and assistance in the human plane as Void Children.
Mendacity Sensing
Because Umbra doesn’t feel, but sense the world it is very hard for him to not understand other people’s intentions. In layman’s terms, it simply means that he can sense when someone is lying to him or being untruthful. He doesn’t know what they are lying about, but he can sense their lies. This is very useful in discussions when working with Howard/Meat.
He cannot sense the reason behind the lie, and it is difficult for him to determine someone’s truthfulness if their mind is altered. Either through psychic screening despite Umbra’s abilities not being psychic based or through something mind altering like being drugged or brainwashed or mind controlled.
Codes of Justice
Umbra has a primitive form of law creation, he can construct laws to bend others to the boundaries of the rule. When the rules have been set the victim has no chance of escaping them unless they abide by the rules. However, he can only define laws of his embodiment and those are laws of Justice. Furthermore, the conditions of these abilities must be fairly specific or there is a way for the victim to find easy work arounds them.
Beyond that, his Codes of Justice are limited to a small radius surrounding him about a 10 ft circumference surrounding him inside a small force field created by Umbra’s Embodiment aura. Once an opponent steps into the limited range, Umbra is free to set his own rules on his opponents. Rules such as; if the fight is unfair you must surrender. This is particularly handy when they have one opponent and there are a few Rogue X members working together.
Primordial Form
Umbra is still in all tense and purposes a Primordial. Sure one that is still understanding the world, and one that has not ascended yet. But there are special occasions when a Void Child transforms into their true Primordial form. The Form they may take during Ascension.
Umbra cannot transform willingly in his Primordial Form though. As he has not Ascended and there is no way for him to access this ability alone. However, there are special occasions when Umbra does transform into his Primordial Form. Often these are of greater Celestial Events, such as a Lunar or Solar Eclipse. Or other greater Celestial Events that may spark life into Umbra. -
In this form he has the ability to create black holes from his body, sucking anything into his body, and crushing them from existence like they are a tin can. But he also has the ability to create the opposite a white hole, while a black hole sucks things in, a white hole spits things out. He can access whichever reality he would like to do so.
No other time does he have this ability. And it is probably when he is the most vulnerable. When sucking something inside of him, it scatters his body and when the black hole is closed he spends a few slow minutes reforming his primordial shape.
Materialized Guardians
Because Primordial beings have some influence over creation, Umbra has the ability to manipulate Guardians from his lower half of his body. These Guardians fight for him, or beside him really and are useful for a variety of attacks.
At current Umbra can only shape two beings from his body. And because it takes up Umbra’s body, the more he materializes a guardian, the less of him there actually is to maneuver around. Because of this he can only truly summon one guardian at a time. But one guardian is better than none.
The Cannon
So named because of it’s shape. Is like a puppy dog, but a laser for a mouth in Umbra’s words. The Cannon can release a laser beam. Or real a conceptual laser beam, for all intensive purposes it behaves like a laser beam, and looks like a laser beam. But it is not a real laser.
After being shot by the laser witnesses will see that the opponent has not actually been shot by the laser. Well they have been that’s why they are on the floor screaming in pain, and yelling their skin burns. But they have no marks, or haven’t been melted or burnt to a crisp. As it is the concept of a laser, not a real laser.
Slither
So named because of the way it moves. Umbra was not very creative when designing these names. The slither flies around the battlefield, and slashes at its opponents. But just like the laser and the conceptual beam, these are conceptual slashes. In the opponent's mind they have been slashed and see blood from their wounds.
Everybody else is watching them like a mad man trying to desperately to stop bleeding not actually there. Slither does have one more capability which is wrapping its tail around an opponent to immobilize them.
Umbra despite what he likes to think is not impervious to damage either. When he materializes his guardians, his body is no longer as physical and he is weak to sound and other vibrations. Beyond the fact that he is weak against those with gravitational abilities. And weak against extreme force pressure of any sort. He is also affected by light matter.
He doesn’t seem to do well with high heat either. And isn’t fairly physically strong himself. His human half still feels slight pain, though dulled since he’s a shadow vein bloodstream monster. And he can be banished to a different reality like anyone else can.
He can also still be mind controlled. And he has no defense against psychic attacks.
Major Skills
Omnilingistic
Being the Celestial being that he is and some day with the goal in mind he represents the concept of Justice for all, knows every language on Earth. He can read, write, and speak these languages whenever he needs to do so.
Remembering Details
An elephant never forgets, and a Primordial being definitely doesn’t forget. He has the expansive knowledge of the Universe, but he holds onto abstract concepts and their details very well. With this in mind Umbra is very good at remembering details. He can tell when the can he left behind has been placed just an inch elsewhere, he can tell when something isn’t quite right about the details of a room, and is fairly good at putting those things together to create a more detailed picture.
Tracking
Because of his skill in remembering details, he has learned to utilize it for different functions as well. You want someone to find or you need to find a secret book that can open a backroom to a secreter room, then Umbra will most likely be able to find it.
Also since he senses people, he can easily figure out a signature, if he has gotten a clear idea of what they feel like to him. No stone is left unturned for Umbra. Once he has been sent out to track someone or find something his attention to detail has him thoroughly scour the area for clues.
He can tell the freshness of tracks. When someone’s unique signature has been there last. The dust left by the other books versus the one that has been used the most often. And so and so forth.
Minor Skills
Voice Impressions
Well only in a technical sense. Umbra can imitate the voices of people he has heard through his body. It’s more like an echo or playing back a recording than a traditional voice impression. But still very useful, when he either needs Serenity’s scolding voice, but lacks one himself.
It’s also useful in other ways as well. If you need to get past a password that requires voice activation, Umbra’s impression or really recording is an exact match to the other individual so it’s hard to tell it’s just some strange sound from the shadowy mass of a Primordial Void Child.
Also entertaining to do actor impressions.
Flower Arranging
He finds it relaxing. Or whatever the feeling of relaxing is for himself. He likes the bright colors. And he senses it makes him feel a pure form of happiness. He will not accept anyone changing around his flower arrangements and he will notice if there has been a change.
He seems rather protective over the amount of work it takes for him to arrange each flower arrangement. If anyone ever visits his little pocket dimension where he spends most of his time, you will see that is a garden of different flowers. He likes the shapes as well.
Interior Design
Who do you think designed the front entrance of the apartment? Or the lounging room? It certainly wasn’t Serenity. He used his attention to detail to choose the colors and paint the walls. He’s the one who aligned everything in an order he found acceptable.
Equipment and Weapons: None. Where would they go anyway? If I need anything I'll put it in Serenity's bag.
History:
I wish upon a star, with all my heart to bring my papa back to me.
Existence is a fickle thing. To explain would be impossible. Because a thousand stars do not know the concept of existence. He isn’t even sure if he really existed when he came to this world. Or if he exist now. He is still a child. He knows this. He is still an infant in the eyes of the stars. But is existence forming memories? Or bonds? He’s not so certain of either answer to the question. He first came to this world in a beautiful garden. Someone was speaking. Making a wish. A little girl. Emily.
She gasp.
“Are you a monster?” she ask the strange black mass that fell from the sky, that she had thought was simply a falling star.
“No I do not think I am,”
“I can hear you, but you have no mouth,” in her eyes all she saw was a quivering mass of shadows. She reached out to touch it. It was warm and comforting to the touch, which surprised her. It was alive. But it was not.
“Do I need one?”
“I don’t think so, what are you if not a monster?”
“A star,”
“Stars don’t talk,”
“I came from there. Somewhere. I am not sure where I came from. But I am definitely a star being,”
“Say star, can you grant my wish?”
“I do not have the power to grant wishes. But I sense this disappoints you in some sense, what did you want to wish?”
“My mommy and daddy, are gone. Can you bring them back? So I don’t have to live with my aunt,”
“I do not have the power of resurrection, I am sorry.”
She watches the shadow begin to build a structure, up and up. Till he is a tall person wearing a black robe. He is very handsome with white, wispy hair, almost like a cloud the way it moved, but it was also hair like. His eyes were almond shaped and very piercing.
“Did I do this right?” he asked looking at his people shape.
“I think so,” Emily told him, “How did you do that?”
“A memory of encouragement,”
Emily stared at him, she didn’t quite understand. Neither did he. A child in this universe. A child on this Earth.
It didn’t last long. He wish he could tell fanciful stories of spending more time with Emily. They had one night together. Her room was soft colors, she had created herself guardians out of her toys. She was seeking comfort. He sensed this. He wanted to give it to her. Maybe not want, but sensed he should. He spent the night with her. Watched over her. She fancied him some kind of guardian. But he was not her guardian.
Her aunt seemed sad. Her husband seemed depressed. There was an air of grief in this home. There was not anything he could. Even being a Void Child, he could only hear the Murmurs and knew there was a Primordial Concept of Grief somewhere out there. He then perhaps hoped that their grief would dissipate.
He wondered for a while. Being called to different people. And sensing them when they needed him. He felt a need perhaps to help them in some way. But, what was he meant to aid humanity with? Grief was not his concept. Hope was not his concept. Comfort was not his concept. He was not an entity, he was a thing between human and primordial.
He was a child who knew nothing. It was a maddening reality, that he could not have a concept. He searched for two years to find a concept. To define a concept. But he knew not of the steps to find this concept or its Ascension.
Until the murmurs directed him to someone who was like him. Someone in between. They had burning Justice.
“Who are you?” he asked.
They laugh.
“I could ask you, the same question, who the strange half shadow, half man is”
“I am a Void Child,”
“I am an in betweener,”
“What is your name?”
“What is yours?”
“I have none,”
“Well, then we’re alike in more ways than one I suppose,”
“You might have my Concept,”
“Oh? That’s a little odd. Did I take your luggage at the airport?”
“No, I am a Void Child, I came into existence 2 years and 3 months ago, I must find my Concept so I may ascend some day,”
He smiles.
“Want to help while finding that concept?”
“With?”
“A project of mine,”
“Hmm, what is this project?”
“I am calling them Rogue X, we’re superheroes, but the true kind, well they’re superheroes, I am just the money bank,”
“And while I help this Rogue X, I find my Concept,”
“Quick at least. That’s the idea,”
“I find this agreement acceptable,”
He never knew though at that time, that he would find his Concept working with Rogue X. The Murmurs reinforced this. They told him that this was his concept.
Other Information:
Umbra doesn't have a room in the apartment. Instead he spends most of his time in a pocket dimension in his "own shadow" to escape the way reality affects him sometimes and the way he affects reality around him. |
53,109 | 1,442 | 8 | 623 | 559 | MEAT
In the center of a twin bed, in a studio apartment on the ground floor of the Rogue-X building lay Howard Fairchild. A dormant, oblong blob, Howard looked to be asleep, until a small digital clock started buzzing loudly, blinking its red screen that read 8:30 AM. Howard stirred, roiling to life, and letting out a low inhuman groan. A pair of tentacles sprung from the mass, one gripping the bed frame to drag Howard to the edge of the bed, and the other moving in the opposite direction to grope for the snooze button on the clock. Instead, Howard rolled off the bed, flailing his limbs in a failed attempt at catching himself. Quickly he grew a mouth and voice box, to start a steady stream of half-muttered, sleep addled swears.
After a few minutes spent in misery on the floor, Howard roused himself fully, sprouting a pair of legs with which to amble about the bed and switch off the alarm. An announcement came over the building's intercomm. The AI called everyone to the lounge in fifteen minutes. Howard make a soft chuffing noise, almost like a chuckle to himself. Without a need to shower or dress he'd at least have time for breakfast. Howard moved out the door, and shifted until he was approximately standing upright in his apartment's small kitchen. Humming to himself, he gathered ingredients cheerfully. When he wasn't eating for biomass, he was glad to enjoy his meals. In a few minutes, Howard had prepared a simple dish of scrambled eggs on toast, which was quickly shredded to bits inside a maw far too horrifying for breakfast. Still, he hummed with satisfaction.
Moving out from his apartment, Howard shifted to humanoid form in preparation for joining his companions. No sense in breaking the habit now. Moving with little urgency, Howard ambled down the hallway and into the lounge. Already the room was filling with his compatriots, and Howard's slit mouth curled upwards in a smile. It was toothy, and curled halfway up his head, but it was genuine as he greeted the gathered. "Hiya guys! Guess I'm kinda late, huh? Sorry, breakfast came first." Howard's voice was a little strained with the effort of maintaining human tone. "So Serenity, what's got us all up so early? Something fun?" | Name: Howard Fairchild
Alias: Meat
Age: 23
Gender: Male (Before powers manifested)
Howard's moniker is well earned, as most of the time, he appears to be a human sized mass of roiling flesh, bone, tooth, and organ. Unless he's trying, he tends toward a shapeless blob, but if he needs something done, his body reshapes itself to the most efficient, and usually most disgusting, solution. While these forms have a general shape, they are never streamlined, and even when he does something twice, he cannot produce the exact same form every time.
Personality Strengths: Howard is unceasingly friendly, and genuinely wants to help people. He hopes a constant positive attitude will help others look past his repulsive appearance. He tempers this friendliness with knowledge that most will not do so, and so opts to wait for others to approach before embracing them. Metaphorically embracing them.
Personality Flaws: Despite his friendliness, Howard is an indelible pessimist. He thinks the worst of others, and expects others to treat him poorly. It causes him to shrink away from others, as he knows the reaction he will draw. Unless he is needed, Howard will avoid contact and exposure to civilian populations.
Powers: Flesh Mold: Howard can mold his fleshy, bloody form with some form of control. He can produce basic shapes, such as humanoid, or four-legged beasts, as well as more alien designs. These forms can have a number of uses, such as increased speed, or better articulation. However, he keeps the same mass no matter what form he takes, and holding forms for extended periods exhausts him.
-Humanoid form: Howard's "face". Not particularly strong, fast, or specialized, however it's his most normal looking form.
-Running form: A sturdy, four legged construction. Legs are build for efficient, fast movement over land. Capable of steady 30 mph travel, but cumbersome and hard to maneuver in tight spaces.
-Combat form (Pictured): Heavy forward weight, with a variable number of muscled limbs or whipping tentacles, from two to six, each tipped with bone weaponry. Possible gnashing maw for additional combat capability.
-Stealth form: Biomass shed to near minimum, multi-tentacled, disc-shaped mass. Allows for nimble, high agility movement and traversal of tight spaces. Highly vulnerable.
-Standard form: Large, fleshy blob, with one or two manipulating limbs. One to three simple, stubby limbs for locomotion.
-Consumption form: Similar to standard form, only all forms of manipulation and locomotion are removed, instead, body is turned wholly into a massive maw. Deadly only to things that can't move away.
-Other forms: Various intermediate, or indeterminate forms, as situation rises.
Bone Weaponry: In addition to his flesh molding to his desires, so too can he control the cancerous bone growth. Howard can produce bone weapons, wielded with half formed limbs, or even on end of undulating tentacles. Most weaponry is a variation on a shredding blade, or a bludgeoning mass. To continually form weapons expends energy much like Flesh Form does, and the weapons, no matter how grisly, are still little more than human bone and tissue twisted into new design.
Biomass Retention: Howard is a troubling thing to kill, as it is hard to identify the 'vitals' of a blob monster. In addition, his body is hardy, and can, with extreme consumption, replenish its biomass. His body will shift to accommodate such consumption, organs and torso shifting into a single orifice, lined with shredding, sharpened bone to break down whatever he consumes. While in this state, Howard is mostly defenseless, and his movement is limited, as his form is focused entirely on eating. He cannot grow past a certain set mass, approximately that of a full grown cow, and the larger he grows, the harder it is for him to maintain. As he grows, so too does his physical aptitude, however his average mass is slightly less of a normal human male.
Skills: Major Skills: -Negotiation: Howard has a way with words that often does not come out. When he tries, and his body cooperates, he can be both elegant and persuasive.
Bluff: Just as he can be a convincing speaker, so too is Howard a convincing liar. Of course, a poker face is all the easier when your face is a dozen eyes arranged about what could only be described as a head in the most generous of circumstances.
-Cooking: Howard was an aspiring chef before his mutation, and even afterward he continued practicing his cooking skills. Few ever take him up on his offers to prepare food. Despite this, the ability to produce extra olfactory and taste sensors have actually improved his cooking.
Minor Skills-Percussion: Another skill from before his change, Howard spent time in his school's band. He has trouble adapting these skills over to his new form, as producing equally sized limbs is often a troubling task.
-Humor: Howard is quick with a joke, mostly at his own expense.
-History Trivia: A penchant for the weird and unusual, Howard devoured historical factbooks in his youth, and now disgorges this information whenever he finds it relevant. If in pleasant company.
Weapons: Bio-weapons described in 'Powers' section.
Equipment: None.
History: For the first half oh his life, Howard was exceptionally normal. Born and raised in midwest America, Howard was an old child, and apple of his parent's eye. When he went to school and mixed in with his peers, Howard was naturally social, and made friends quickly. As he grew, he took on interests and talents, jumping from club to club and sport to sport. When he started cooking he excelled, taking whatever classes and clubs he could if it involved cooking. Through elementary, middle, and even early high school, Howard was a cheerful, popular, and well liked individual.
This changed at the end of his high-school days. It started simply, a few skin lesions on his arm, a cut not healing properly. The doctor said it require watching, but it wasn't anything major. It didn't even hurt. Weeks turned to months, and it only got worse. The lesions grew to open, bloody sores, and every nick, cut and scrape bled and oozed. Over the course of this last year, the condition worsened quickly. He was left alone in his growing deterioration, Howard's peers were terrified of him. The last straw was when his arm snapped in half, trying to pick up a pile of books. He was rushed to the hospital.
Howard's arm liquefied, losing form, and melting into him. From there it spread, his skin sloughed off in bloody chunks, his body fat and organ tissue bubbled away. Howard was barely human-shaped when the government stepped in. He was quarantined, taken away to a black-site, special facility for the housing of metahumans 'unfit' for regular society. In this facility, Howard began to take control of his destruction. He found his body, while resembling nothing alike any living creature, still responded to his commands. He could control his mass, and even find ways to change it over time. He took his first new step two years after quarantine, forcing himself up off the padded floor of his cell, and stretching a tendril out to open the door. Two weeks later he was adapting at an alarming rate, able to function as a normal human being. As his powers developed, Howard's file was forwarded to the Charles Xavier school for Gifted Youngsters. He was immediately rejected. He simply wouldn't fit in with the others. No, his file would be transferred to Rogue-X. Less glamorous, but at least his form was out of the public eye. |
53,110 | 1,442 | 9 | 141 | 759 | Things hadn’t really changed much. She had hoped that if the neighbors saw what good they brought they would slowly open up. Instead they had been persecuted against. Instead they were made to feel unwelcomed. She didn’t know what she was supposed to do, how to do it. To make the people here understand them. It didn’t help the media was saturated in this film of what made a hero versus what made a nuisance.
Still she stared at the group with a ginger smile and she took out a flier, unfolding its creases.
“We’re going to a Haunted House! Good ol’ bonding time,” Serenity cheered, “It’s high time we start developing more. Becoming, more of a family. I want us to trust each other not just inside combat, but outside as well. And what better way to do so by going to a Haunted House!”
Serenity laughed. She spoke rather bubbly for the morning as she always did. She was ready. She wasn’t going to dwell on the sad stuff any more. She believed that this might increase the group's connectivity.
“And, what about the group that is not entirely human looking?” Umbra asked.
Serenity flipped her hair or really her wig.
“I have a task for you as well,” Serenity said, “I thought ahead,this time. You must find a game to play together and record it.”
Umbra stared at Serenity. Bonding. To understand one’s emotions. To understand each other’s true desires. To do so. By playing a game. Like the ones of cardboard with pictures on it. Curious.
“That seems like an acceptable task to complete,” Umbra said, “I will lead this task then.” | Umbra
“Humans leave an impressive amount of stuff lying around.”
Alias: Nightquake
Age: Ageless - but if a number satisfies you my human appearance is 25, I have been on Earth for 4 years and 1 day
Gender: I do not even know where to begin with such a question, I am a Primordial Void being. I do not think my anatomical structure actually matches that of a human considering my lower half is primordial matter. But I’d like to be called a He for the sake of clarity and to make it easier for the mortal beings in Rogue X.
Serenity Notes; Say that next time. You didn’t need all of that.
Umbra scribbles underneath; Say what?
Serenity Notes; That you prefer he. You do not need to explain every time someone ask what to call you.
Umbra: Huh. That does seem much simpler.
To begin to even describe what Umbra looks like is dependent on understand what Umbra actually is. And no one really is for certain what he is. He appears to be some Primordial Voidless being from his ribcage down.
The shadows at his feet are not in fact shadows, but said to be some kind of dark matter like substance and it’s a lot more solid than what you’d consider looking at it’s wispiness. The chimeric void creature appears from the neck up to be entirely human.
A narrow featured young man, with the only significant difference is the simple fact his hair is wispy and shadowy, almost like embers on top of his head. But it is also soft like hair as well. It’s rather uncertain to determine what kind of material it is.
Much like his anatomy is an odd thing to consider. He has a ribcage, a heart, and lungs to breathe. But if anyone were to have a powerful enough X-ray to pure into his body, he has arteries that are only circulating shadows or some kind of dark matter throughout his body.
He wears often a long black robe, that almost represents priest vestments, but with odd doom and gloom accessories when not projecting his bottom half most see this as a long black coat, the end of his coat being actually his body when not manipulating that part of his body. But he doesn’t bother with shoes because there is nowhere to actually put any feet, considering his lower half is an odd black mass that is quite solid despite looking like a shadow and acting like a shadow.
As for height, his standard stance would make him at least 5’8”, which doesn’t seem very tall, but no one is for certain how tall a primordial being is suppose to be. Or if they really have a height. His weight cannot be given because honestly there is no way of measuring something like that.
His cadence is very sotto voce that is in a very quiet voice, and it is often very monotonous because Umbra doesn’t know how to express emotional inflection very well. It’s also not very pleasant to listen too despite its chilly breeziness to it because it is often toneless.
Personality Strengths
Sagely
Being a Primordial Void has its perks, he has the memory of the earliest universe. Which honestly sounds odd and hard to imagine for any human being. But his wisdom is near limitless, at least when it comes to advice giving and the history of the earth.
Being a Primordial being means that Umbra can hear the voice of the universe. He remembers things that others could not. He holds the knowledge of the gods and he holds knowledge of the most ancient human beings because his body is made of such scattered things he has a lot of scattered information.
But Umbra is sort of out dated. He can tell you a lot about the history of the world, give you sagely advice, and seems to have some kind of universal knowledge. But Umbra is limited in just ancient history. It is a bad idea to ask him about modern world things because he doesn’t have any information about those things.
Asking him what outfit you should wear, or asking him about the most modern, current Human world you should honestly know more than him about.
Idealistic
Except not preachy. Because Umbra’s memories are scattered through an expansive amount of time, he can have some rather idealistic points of view. But it counter balances Serenity’s natural realistic point of views. He’s the one who keeps the group striving for something, even if it might be idealistic, he believes that there needs to be ambassadors for change.
Maybe that’s also his idealism speaking when he believes that they can be the ambassadors for change. While he is realistic about his idealism and doesn’t get carried away, he remembers many different eras of time, and thus he tries to adopt older views in a more modern view.
Being influenced by the modern world for four years has at least allowed him to see that his idealistic nature might need to be routed into different views. Umbra is not so idealistic that he won’t listen to anyone else. Mainly because he’s not self righteous like that.
He has a willing acceptance to learn and admit when he is wrong. But he tries to keep people to strive for more than simply the status quo.
Easy-going
If Serenity is overbearing and controlling, Umbra is quite the opposite. He takes everything at his own leisure and allows others as well. He’s not necessarily lazy, he simply takes his time. He’s efficient by being careful and detail oriented.
Not much really gets to Umbra, he seems unphased by a lot of things and doesn’t seem to persuaded by emotions or to get carried with emotions. It is easy then to simply write Umbra off as slow and lazy, but he is none of those things. He’s never so easy-going he will slack off. And he’s not slow because he’s lazy.
He has a very my pace attitude. Which makes projects, Serenity thinks that should be done in several hours, take Umbra a few days because he takes time to consider everything all at once.
He lets the others do whatever they want as long as it doesn’t impact someone too much. Or impact him in anyway that actually might get him upset. If you want someone to say yes to your insane ideas, it’s probably Umbra who will let you do it. Riko, can I cut up the curtains to make a cape. Umbra, if you’re going to do that make sure the curtains still look nice afterward.
Fearless
Being an ancient primordial void means that Umbra has little fear in the face of danger. He doesn’t sweat, but he really can’t sweat anyway he doesn’t have sweat pores to actually do that. It means that he boldly throws himself into the fray without the fear of death or the fear of feeling any pain.
He does things with a reckless abandon. Which can be his double edge sword.
In the most positive circumstances it means that Umbra will not flee or show cowardice when the team needs it most. Watching him stand in the face of an unrelenting enemy makes the others fight alongside with him with the same mental toughness Umbra shows.
In the worse case circumstances, it’s either an enemy Umbra will someday be unable to face, and get himself actually hurt. Or he may be leading the team astray with his idealist, fearless, recklessness because he forgets they do not have his fortitude.
Personality Flaws
NonHuman Ideals
Being what he is Umbra has a difficult time expressing certain things to people because not all of his concepts are comprehendible as something human. He is wholeheartedly still something in between humanity, and all of his concepts and ideas are often vaguely abstract concepts of pataphysics. In which he conjures imaginative solutions to complicated problems because he has no concept of a true morality.
This doesn’t make him morally ambiguous. He has morals, but they are constructs of a scattered abstract memory. He is more morally abstract. How he defines good, is at its purest imaginative concept of what good is. He doesn’t define it by any other values.
Human tact on needless values to their morals. Good is selfless, sacrifices for others, good is altruistic. For Umbra Good is simply the abstract feeling of Good. What feels good is good, there needs to be no other values. Bad is selfish, harms the innocent. Bad is bad because it feels bad. Why try to define it further than that?
Because of that Umbra has some very simple, but complex abstract code of ethics.
Further I’d like to add, that the ideals or ideas that Umbra thinks are not due to some kind of faith or belief. As he lacks that kind of concept, it’s why he is so willing to hear out what others have to say. Instead most of the abstract ideal concepts that come to his mind is something he was simply born with. “Born” with. They are the imprint of a millennia of ideas that has spanned across the universe as ideas, beliefs, and concepts long before others. He has a primitive, older structure of thought.
Inability to Emote
Umbra doesn’t emote. He lacks the concept to emote. Or humanize. He can, but it’s often a falsehood because he can only imitate behaviors he sees others express. But he doesn’t necessarily feel the way a human feels.
Umbra emotes, just not in the way a human could emote. While technically he doesn’t verbally emote or show displays of emotions, he is an empathetic being. He can Sense and Share information. But he cannot necessarily feel them.
This makes it difficult for the others, despite not entirely being human themselves, but with human conditions connect to Umbra. Because Umbra is beyond even their understanding of humanity. It’s hard to connect with the thing that doesn’t express or humanize in the same way as you.
Nonexistent Reality
In all tense and purposes Umbra does and does not exist in this reality. Being from somewhere, but nowhere means that he is exist and doesn’t exist in this reality. Because of this Umbra is difficult to follow all the expected rules of him. Mainly because the way his mind thinks means he either doesn’t catch on the rules he is suppose to follow or feels above having to listen to them because he feels they have no value in his mind’s reality.
Into the Fray
Beyond all the complications of what his existence is and the way he thinks, Umbra has no sense of danger. Actually he sort of sometimes craves it. But danger in its purest form. He’s not an adrenaline junkie because he doesn’t produce adrenaline.
He’s often the one to take the most risk and jump into the fray recklessly. He enjoys the excitement in the purest form of what that means to him.
Warped Reality
More worrisome, while Umbra may not entirely exist in our reality, but may exist in our reality it does tend to affect him. While he has shown no signs of insanity, it does take a toll on Umbra mentally to be shaped and influenced by multiple realities at once.
It makes his mind a little skewed times. At its best, he’s just oblivious, half the reason he lets people do things they shouldn’t around him. Sometimes he gets a little mental confusion or forgets rather easily what he was doing. Maybe one of the reasons for a number of oddities in his behavior because of how clueless and air headed he can be.
At its worse he can be grouchy, have a violent temper, and be aggressive. And it’s most worrisome, though no one has seen him at this point, it’s maddening and hard to control his purest desires of violence and aggressive behavior.
Primordial Void Child
To even begin to understand Umbra’s powers you must understand the history of the Primordials. The Primordials that live alongside Earth’s dimension, whether or not you can enter the Void, are often the keyholders of concepts or entities. In an essence they are the reasons why concepts like Mercy, Justice, Good, Evil, Compassion, Charity, etc. exist in the first place.
And some scientist theorize that somewhere there must be a Primordial as to why Mutants even exist or even the concept of such an entity. Though that’s all an untested theory and no one can touch or enter the Void because they would be completely strip of their reality or existence in the world because the Void is made of some kind of scattered time, scattered matter. It is the pieces left of Humanity and Earth’s creation. Which is how a Primordial constructs itself through the random leftover parts of things.
How a Primordial being Ascends into a God Like state is a complicated and honestly slow process that has not been witnessed until now. Normally there is One Primordial being that is the sole embodiment of a concept or entity.
When this concept changes or this concept dies. The Primordial “dies”. But reality is the Primordial is being reshaped to take on the new concept of the idea that died because it is changing. They call a Primordial being reborn a Void Child. In a Celestial sense Umbra is still in a state of infancy, even if he doesn’t look like an infant.
In a sense Primordial’s are dual reality beings. Partly influenced by a Celestial calling. They can hear the Murmurs. The Murmurs are the voice or maybe the feeling of the universe. It is almost like a small whisper or really a sense of something that guides them to a reason. But they are also influenced by our reality somewhat. In a way they actually influence our reality, but we define in what way they do so.
With that explanation out of the way, we can delve into what it means to be a Void Child for Umbra and what that allows him to do.
Primordial Physiology
A Primordial without a concept or without an entity are often black and shapeless. As Umbra is now. They take on the shapes of the things that surround them. People. The darkness they knew from before they existed. They have no concept of a true self, and don’t remember who they were before this. They simply hear the Murmurs and know their purpose.
In the shortest terms possible a Primordial main physiology is Embodiment. It will eventually take on the shape of the concept or entity that it will some day Ascend to. A Primordial’s main existence is to Ascend after it Embodies its main concept. Told to it or maybe felt by it upon sheer existence.
Umbra’s is Justice. This is the reason he can use the powers he uses because his main Embodiment and someday his Ascension will be through some new Concept of Justice he is learning from those around him. It is why Umbra is not preachy about his ideals, because he understands fundamentally he still needs to learn. While he will someday influence the way our reality and beliefs work by his mere existence, the people around him shape what that Embodiment will look like in the near future. Though no one has to worry about Umbra’s ascension because ascension takes hundreds if not thousands of years to ascend.
It is often a Primordial’s existence that influence some conceptual story of mythology. Even if the Gods are given the credit, the stories and concepts would not have been told if not for the Primordial’s existence and assistance in the human plane as Void Children.
Mendacity Sensing
Because Umbra doesn’t feel, but sense the world it is very hard for him to not understand other people’s intentions. In layman’s terms, it simply means that he can sense when someone is lying to him or being untruthful. He doesn’t know what they are lying about, but he can sense their lies. This is very useful in discussions when working with Howard/Meat.
He cannot sense the reason behind the lie, and it is difficult for him to determine someone’s truthfulness if their mind is altered. Either through psychic screening despite Umbra’s abilities not being psychic based or through something mind altering like being drugged or brainwashed or mind controlled.
Codes of Justice
Umbra has a primitive form of law creation, he can construct laws to bend others to the boundaries of the rule. When the rules have been set the victim has no chance of escaping them unless they abide by the rules. However, he can only define laws of his embodiment and those are laws of Justice. Furthermore, the conditions of these abilities must be fairly specific or there is a way for the victim to find easy work arounds them.
Beyond that, his Codes of Justice are limited to a small radius surrounding him about a 10 ft circumference surrounding him inside a small force field created by Umbra’s Embodiment aura. Once an opponent steps into the limited range, Umbra is free to set his own rules on his opponents. Rules such as; if the fight is unfair you must surrender. This is particularly handy when they have one opponent and there are a few Rogue X members working together.
Primordial Form
Umbra is still in all tense and purposes a Primordial. Sure one that is still understanding the world, and one that has not ascended yet. But there are special occasions when a Void Child transforms into their true Primordial form. The Form they may take during Ascension.
Umbra cannot transform willingly in his Primordial Form though. As he has not Ascended and there is no way for him to access this ability alone. However, there are special occasions when Umbra does transform into his Primordial Form. Often these are of greater Celestial Events, such as a Lunar or Solar Eclipse. Or other greater Celestial Events that may spark life into Umbra. -
In this form he has the ability to create black holes from his body, sucking anything into his body, and crushing them from existence like they are a tin can. But he also has the ability to create the opposite a white hole, while a black hole sucks things in, a white hole spits things out. He can access whichever reality he would like to do so.
No other time does he have this ability. And it is probably when he is the most vulnerable. When sucking something inside of him, it scatters his body and when the black hole is closed he spends a few slow minutes reforming his primordial shape.
Materialized Guardians
Because Primordial beings have some influence over creation, Umbra has the ability to manipulate Guardians from his lower half of his body. These Guardians fight for him, or beside him really and are useful for a variety of attacks.
At current Umbra can only shape two beings from his body. And because it takes up Umbra’s body, the more he materializes a guardian, the less of him there actually is to maneuver around. Because of this he can only truly summon one guardian at a time. But one guardian is better than none.
The Cannon
So named because of it’s shape. Is like a puppy dog, but a laser for a mouth in Umbra’s words. The Cannon can release a laser beam. Or real a conceptual laser beam, for all intensive purposes it behaves like a laser beam, and looks like a laser beam. But it is not a real laser.
After being shot by the laser witnesses will see that the opponent has not actually been shot by the laser. Well they have been that’s why they are on the floor screaming in pain, and yelling their skin burns. But they have no marks, or haven’t been melted or burnt to a crisp. As it is the concept of a laser, not a real laser.
Slither
So named because of the way it moves. Umbra was not very creative when designing these names. The slither flies around the battlefield, and slashes at its opponents. But just like the laser and the conceptual beam, these are conceptual slashes. In the opponent's mind they have been slashed and see blood from their wounds.
Everybody else is watching them like a mad man trying to desperately to stop bleeding not actually there. Slither does have one more capability which is wrapping its tail around an opponent to immobilize them.
Umbra despite what he likes to think is not impervious to damage either. When he materializes his guardians, his body is no longer as physical and he is weak to sound and other vibrations. Beyond the fact that he is weak against those with gravitational abilities. And weak against extreme force pressure of any sort. He is also affected by light matter.
He doesn’t seem to do well with high heat either. And isn’t fairly physically strong himself. His human half still feels slight pain, though dulled since he’s a shadow vein bloodstream monster. And he can be banished to a different reality like anyone else can.
He can also still be mind controlled. And he has no defense against psychic attacks.
Major Skills
Omnilingistic
Being the Celestial being that he is and some day with the goal in mind he represents the concept of Justice for all, knows every language on Earth. He can read, write, and speak these languages whenever he needs to do so.
Remembering Details
An elephant never forgets, and a Primordial being definitely doesn’t forget. He has the expansive knowledge of the Universe, but he holds onto abstract concepts and their details very well. With this in mind Umbra is very good at remembering details. He can tell when the can he left behind has been placed just an inch elsewhere, he can tell when something isn’t quite right about the details of a room, and is fairly good at putting those things together to create a more detailed picture.
Tracking
Because of his skill in remembering details, he has learned to utilize it for different functions as well. You want someone to find or you need to find a secret book that can open a backroom to a secreter room, then Umbra will most likely be able to find it.
Also since he senses people, he can easily figure out a signature, if he has gotten a clear idea of what they feel like to him. No stone is left unturned for Umbra. Once he has been sent out to track someone or find something his attention to detail has him thoroughly scour the area for clues.
He can tell the freshness of tracks. When someone’s unique signature has been there last. The dust left by the other books versus the one that has been used the most often. And so and so forth.
Minor Skills
Voice Impressions
Well only in a technical sense. Umbra can imitate the voices of people he has heard through his body. It’s more like an echo or playing back a recording than a traditional voice impression. But still very useful, when he either needs Serenity’s scolding voice, but lacks one himself.
It’s also useful in other ways as well. If you need to get past a password that requires voice activation, Umbra’s impression or really recording is an exact match to the other individual so it’s hard to tell it’s just some strange sound from the shadowy mass of a Primordial Void Child.
Also entertaining to do actor impressions.
Flower Arranging
He finds it relaxing. Or whatever the feeling of relaxing is for himself. He likes the bright colors. And he senses it makes him feel a pure form of happiness. He will not accept anyone changing around his flower arrangements and he will notice if there has been a change.
He seems rather protective over the amount of work it takes for him to arrange each flower arrangement. If anyone ever visits his little pocket dimension where he spends most of his time, you will see that is a garden of different flowers. He likes the shapes as well.
Interior Design
Who do you think designed the front entrance of the apartment? Or the lounging room? It certainly wasn’t Serenity. He used his attention to detail to choose the colors and paint the walls. He’s the one who aligned everything in an order he found acceptable.
Equipment and Weapons: None. Where would they go anyway? If I need anything I'll put it in Serenity's bag.
History:
I wish upon a star, with all my heart to bring my papa back to me.
Existence is a fickle thing. To explain would be impossible. Because a thousand stars do not know the concept of existence. He isn’t even sure if he really existed when he came to this world. Or if he exist now. He is still a child. He knows this. He is still an infant in the eyes of the stars. But is existence forming memories? Or bonds? He’s not so certain of either answer to the question. He first came to this world in a beautiful garden. Someone was speaking. Making a wish. A little girl. Emily.
She gasp.
“Are you a monster?” she ask the strange black mass that fell from the sky, that she had thought was simply a falling star.
“No I do not think I am,”
“I can hear you, but you have no mouth,” in her eyes all she saw was a quivering mass of shadows. She reached out to touch it. It was warm and comforting to the touch, which surprised her. It was alive. But it was not.
“Do I need one?”
“I don’t think so, what are you if not a monster?”
“A star,”
“Stars don’t talk,”
“I came from there. Somewhere. I am not sure where I came from. But I am definitely a star being,”
“Say star, can you grant my wish?”
“I do not have the power to grant wishes. But I sense this disappoints you in some sense, what did you want to wish?”
“My mommy and daddy, are gone. Can you bring them back? So I don’t have to live with my aunt,”
“I do not have the power of resurrection, I am sorry.”
She watches the shadow begin to build a structure, up and up. Till he is a tall person wearing a black robe. He is very handsome with white, wispy hair, almost like a cloud the way it moved, but it was also hair like. His eyes were almond shaped and very piercing.
“Did I do this right?” he asked looking at his people shape.
“I think so,” Emily told him, “How did you do that?”
“A memory of encouragement,”
Emily stared at him, she didn’t quite understand. Neither did he. A child in this universe. A child on this Earth.
It didn’t last long. He wish he could tell fanciful stories of spending more time with Emily. They had one night together. Her room was soft colors, she had created herself guardians out of her toys. She was seeking comfort. He sensed this. He wanted to give it to her. Maybe not want, but sensed he should. He spent the night with her. Watched over her. She fancied him some kind of guardian. But he was not her guardian.
Her aunt seemed sad. Her husband seemed depressed. There was an air of grief in this home. There was not anything he could. Even being a Void Child, he could only hear the Murmurs and knew there was a Primordial Concept of Grief somewhere out there. He then perhaps hoped that their grief would dissipate.
He wondered for a while. Being called to different people. And sensing them when they needed him. He felt a need perhaps to help them in some way. But, what was he meant to aid humanity with? Grief was not his concept. Hope was not his concept. Comfort was not his concept. He was not an entity, he was a thing between human and primordial.
He was a child who knew nothing. It was a maddening reality, that he could not have a concept. He searched for two years to find a concept. To define a concept. But he knew not of the steps to find this concept or its Ascension.
Until the murmurs directed him to someone who was like him. Someone in between. They had burning Justice.
“Who are you?” he asked.
They laugh.
“I could ask you, the same question, who the strange half shadow, half man is”
“I am a Void Child,”
“I am an in betweener,”
“What is your name?”
“What is yours?”
“I have none,”
“Well, then we’re alike in more ways than one I suppose,”
“You might have my Concept,”
“Oh? That’s a little odd. Did I take your luggage at the airport?”
“No, I am a Void Child, I came into existence 2 years and 3 months ago, I must find my Concept so I may ascend some day,”
He smiles.
“Want to help while finding that concept?”
“With?”
“A project of mine,”
“Hmm, what is this project?”
“I am calling them Rogue X, we’re superheroes, but the true kind, well they’re superheroes, I am just the money bank,”
“And while I help this Rogue X, I find my Concept,”
“Quick at least. That’s the idea,”
“I find this agreement acceptable,”
He never knew though at that time, that he would find his Concept working with Rogue X. The Murmurs reinforced this. They told him that this was his concept.
Other Information:
Umbra doesn't have a room in the apartment. Instead he spends most of his time in a pocket dimension in his "own shadow" to escape the way reality affects him sometimes and the way he affects reality around him. |
53,111 | 1,442 | 10 | 1,836 | 2,618 | Garfield watched as Serenity tried to break some ice off them by trying to get them to talk. Unfortunately, none of them exactly wanted to speak up to respond. He wanted to try, but he his head was buzzing right now and he couldn't think straight. He lowered his head and was now staring at floor with his right hand covering his ear. He took multiple deep breaths. He was currently unaware of what was happening, but thankfully, nothing really did happen.
He then turned to look at the mass of flesh he had come to know as Howard. You could say that the guy wasn't exactly the prettiest sight. Garfield wasn't bothered by his appearance, but he was one of the few who didn't run away almost immediately at the horrid sight of Howard walking - trudging - into the room. He was like a walking nigthmare, to be perfectly honest and anyone would stay away if they didn't know better. Garfield knew better, though. Howard was a very nice... person. The mass of flesh was a great friend most of the time and he knew how to keep the mood relatively light. Garfield has been able to talk with him whenever Serenity was unavailable - though kept a relatively high amount of information undisclosed. Perhaps one day.
Garfield gave Howard a mere wave.
Serenity began to speak and he turned his full attention to her. Upon seeing the flyer, he tilted his head to the side. A... Haunted House? He expected this to be some sort of mission, but he guessed Serenity had her reasons. And indeed she did, it was for them to bond. Garfield didn't argue, perhaps it would be good for them all. He personally couldn't say much of anything but at least there would be more people to understand his odd circumstances just in case those who can handle it weren't present.
Umbra then asked, what of the others who didn't look like humans? Indeed, a lot of them looked more like monsters and could barely step outside before someone would glare at them. Actually, they were very limited. Serenity then told them what to do. Garfield assumed he would be the one who would also go to the Haunted House, considering the fact that he was human. "What time do we leave Serenity?" He figured at least showing some enthusiasm would please her. He wasn't too sure about the Haunted House place really - who knows what could happen when they accidentally do something they didn't mean to do because of fear?
Garfield pushed those thoughts back to his head. No need to worry about that. Hopefully. | Name: Garfield Oliver Remus
Alias: Grenadier
Age: 38
Gender: Male
Appearance: Garfield stands at six foot one and has a rather muscular build. He would often wear a shirt and camo cargo pants when in casual clothing. His brown hair is usually slicked back, as was suggested to him by one of his late friends, and he also has chestnut brown eyes. He seems to carry around the wolf tooth necklace he has, but he never said where he got it but it does seem awfully authentic. When he's out doing hero stuff, he simply wears a black leather jacket over his shirt, cargo pants, a black mask, gloves and combat boots. He has two bandolier-like sashes crossing both his shoulders which contain rocks and other assortment of small objects to be used in battle.
Personality Strengths: Garfield is a rather calm person. He's generally quiet and is a better listener than a spokesperson. A lot of people assume that he's mute since he rarely speaks; however, when he does speak, it would become obvious that he's actually pretty nice. He's an honest person and it is, once more, shown when he answers a question. He is the kind of person who silently helps before leaving without so much as another word. He has a soft spot for animals and can be usually seen smiling around them.
Personality Flaws: Despite his calm exterior, Garfield on the field of battle is rather merciless and he still keeps his stoic expression. Actually, in the field of battle, he seems entirely emotionless. This tends to put off most heroes as he seemingly acts more like a villain than a hero. Out of battle, however, he seems to have his head in the clouds most of the time. He has little presence in the room too. He also shows signs of emotional dependence on others. He also claims to hear voices in his head, most of the time it is his siblings or some other close person to him.
Powers:
Garfield has no name for his power. He has the ability to turn anything into a grenade - meaning everything he throws essentially can and will explode once it makes contact with a solid area. The mass of the object is directly proportional to how powerful the explosion is. In his own words, "The heavier the object, the bigger the boom." He also has three categories of said grenades:
Explosive - The object would explode just like a normal grenade. It has the capabilities of blowing someone up.
Stun - This acts more as a flashbang type of grenade. It releases a bright light and a loud sound that would leave most incapacitated for a few seconds.
Smoke - Generally used for escaping
Enhanced Physical condition - A side effect from an experiment gone wrong, his body can resist his own explosions and typically has a tougher exterior than most, making it harder to bruise him. He also has a greater physical strength than normal people and even trumping some of the enhanced humans in terms of brute strength. This doesn't mean he's invincible and he actually heals slower than most people.
Skills:
Major Skills:
Parkour - Being part of the military from a time past, he has trained in this art for many years and has been using it most of the time while on hero business.
Sneaking - Because of his less than admirable presence and generally being quiet in both speech and movement, he has garnered quite the ability... albeit unintentionally.
Art - In his free time, he would often be seen with a sketchpad and drawing tools. Sometimes even a canvas and paint.
Minor Skills:
Cooking - He's been living alone for a while. It'd be a wonder if he didn't learn it.
Animals - This guy seems to form bonds with animals faster than with humans
Singing - He has a surprisingly good voice.
Weapons: He only carries small objects that he throws for his power. He stashes them in his bondolier.
Pebbles - It doesn't spread that much but it can damage a normal person when they take it directly, leaving them with a nasty burn and ruined clothing. The shock from the explosion might be the main reason why normal people can't take it. Blast radius would span from 4 inches to six inches depending on the size.
Normal-sized rocks - Relatively larger than the pebble but not as much as a grenade. If taken by a normal person, it would leave a rather big wound and blow a body part off depending on the position of where it lands. It would be extremely painful though and the resulting bleeding might be the cause of alarm. Blast radius would effectively range from one foot to two feet.
Bigger rocks - The kind that is bigger than your hand so you can't wrap it all the way around. It is equivalent to a grenade and will blow off a part (or a lot of them depending on where it lands) and would probably kill a normal human being (highly likely). Blast radius would be around that of an average grenade, added with the extra shrapnel that would not explode from said rock or any other object of that size. Shrapnel only applies to this size of an object and bigger.
Equipment: He typically never leaves without his sketchpad and drawing pencils, if not in a mission that is. It's usually in a small backpack. He also seems to like carrying around some food to feed animals.
History: Believe it or not, Garfield had a relatively normal childhood. His powers didn't surface until much, much later. His father served in the military and encouraged his children to join the military as well, much to the their mother's dismay. He was a cheerful child who looked up to his father so he agreed to join the military once he was old enough. His younger sister and brother didn't follow through though, thinking that they would fit in elsewhere. His father died when he was twelve. His last promise to his father was to serve the military in his place. His mother was hesitant on letting Garfield train for the military and his younger siblings discouraged him because he had great talent for art and that he should pursue that. Garfield figured out that they were worried for his safety because of the superhumans and how they could really hurt him, being normal and all.
Even with his family's disapproval of his decision, he still went to an academy and trained. By the age of twenty, he was out in the field. His job mainly consisted of being backup to the well-known superheroes which also involved almost getting blown apart, being teleported to the Bahamas (he was so lost at that time), shooting until the cartridge is empty only to see that it didn't even put a scratch on the enemy and the likes. Even so, he enjoyed his time there with his friends. His group of friends usually got out relatively unharmed. They took their day offs together. There were five of them, two females and three males including him. Each time they got a day off, they would live in a house of the family of one of the members. This was probably the prime of his life. He had a good relationship with his family, had excellent friends and an exciting job.
Everything came crashing down when he was twenty-eight years old. In the midst of a battle, his power emerged. He threw a rock at an enemy and he blew up. Note that this was a normal human being and he was torn asunder. The death didn't disturb him, considering he was military at that time, but they were all equally shocked to find out that Garfield had powers. His superiors caught wind of this and then quickly tested him. He was placed apart from his original team and group of friends since he had powers. They would make him train with it, and that's when he started hating his job. But this wasn't the worst of it. Figuring that maybe making a superhuman wasn't a bad idea, especially for him since he made grenades with inorganic materials, so they underwent an experiment.
It went wrong. The side effects had not been taken into note.
While making his body more resilient to force which ended up with him being a lot sturdier and his grenades not affecting him as much as a normal person, it also lowered his healing factor. His physical strength was greatly increased, but he suffered mentally and emotionally. The usual cheerful Garfield turned into a quiet and closed off man. He was deployed with his old friends in hopes that they didn't break him too much. It didn't work. His last battlefield on the military, it ended with two women and two men in their side dead by explosion and a mission complete... but he was the last one standing. Or rather, he was sitting down and crying with his hands in his ears, shouting for the voices to stop.
They failed. Garfield also had a bit of a problem adjusting to the life with his kind of power. No more shooting the paper ball into the bin or else it would explode. No more spreading the small grains to feed the pigeons, or else those would explode like miniature fireworks. It made him dependent to his younger siblings, since his mother had passed away. They tried their best to take care of him. They cared enough to sacrifice some of their time to help him. He was their older brother after all. But everytime they saw Garfield simply staring at nothing, they felt a pang of guilt. Why couldn't they stop him before? If not for their father and their lack of insistence, he would have still been the same.
His siblings died because of a villain attack. Garfield tried to save them, he really did. However, he wasn't powerful enough but the villain had been taken down by a superhero. But they were late. His siblings were already dead. They saved the day, but not his family. Thinking that it was because big shot superheroes didn't have the time to look at minor villains, he decided to go as a vigilante. That's when he joined up with the Rogue X. He found home and shelter with them, being a misfit himself, albeit for rather different reasons. They said his power was too 'destructive' but the team accepted him nonetheless. He found out about the other types of grenade after he was done in the military and is now trying to find out more about it.
Others:
- His power was too loud and too destructive. His personality is also rather villainy so he was never invited to become a superhero group.
- Everything he throws explodes so he needs to be careful to 'place' the things he want on the ground so they wouldn't explode.
- His power does not work on living things; however, it does work on fruits and vegetables. Just not on animals and humans.
Theme Song: |
53,112 | 1,443 | 0 | 2,567 | 1,182 | Congratulations! You've been selected to attend the prestigious Ashbury Academy! This means that you've been chosen out of all of the other teenagers in the United States to be an heir to an extremely famous, multi-million dollar corporation. But before you can be named as the successor to the company, you have to pack your bags and attend Ashbury Academy to be groomed and prepped for your new life.
The First Day of School
Headmaster James Astor
The Headmaster was particularly giddy and happy today--the first day of school is one of his favorite days in the school year. Although he delivered a stern speech at the assembly, he feels anything but. In fact, he came to school early, before all of the other teachers and he placed little pouches full of candy on each teacher's desk. On the pouch was a note that read "Let's cheer up these moody teenagers on their first day of school a bit, eh?"
Deputy Headmistress Megan Winchester
Returning students would remember that on the first day of school, the strict Deputy Headmistress would be softer and kinder than usual. She understands that the first day of school is stressful for staff members and students, and she doesn't want to scare anyone off yet. When she goes over school expectations and rules at the assembly, she was her normal straight-edged self, yet she cracked many jokes and sarcastic comments during the non-serious parts of her speech.
Professor Mary Hastings
Every year, Mary starts out her etiquette class by bringing in danish pastries for everyone. She hands them out to everyone without any napkins or plates or utensils and tells them to enjoy. Once they've enjoyed their sticky sweets, she tells everyone to observe how much of a mess they've made--no matter how small or large. She then continues to tell them that in this class, they'll learn how to eat food, and do other things in a proper manner. She then sits down with all of the students and engages in a discussion on what they think etiquette is. In English class, she plays spoof videos she found on youtube of the books that they're going to read in class. All in all, they're fun classes.
Professor Michael Williams
Professor Michael Williams likes to start off his first networking class with a little roleplaying exercise. He has each student pick out a piece of paper with a job on it. It can be CEO, it can be actor, it can be a stripper no, there are no strippers, it can be a representative, it can be a garbage man... Everything. Then after having them mingle around and exchange the introductions, getting to know each other, or catching up--depending on how long they've been here and whether they have friends in the class. After that, he tells them to partner up and find some way that the other person can help them further their career.
In his Phy Ed class, they just throw balls around all day.
Professor Gertrude Abbott
Unlike Megan Winchester, Gertrude does not mess around and play nice the first day at all. In fact, it seems like she comes down harder on her students to scare the shit out of them! She is so intimidating and terrifying, students will learn to fear the clacking of her high heels and the silence in the classroom. In the first Negotiations and Contracts class, you already have homework; reading the terms and agreements of making a facebook account in it's entirety. And you can't slack on it because there's going to be a quiz on it next week. Oh, and in history, there's a pretest that's extremely difficult.
Professor James Paine
James always is energetic, and that's the same for the first day. In Innovations, James starts the class by talking about the iPhone and how the students think it could be improved. Math is always not a fun subject so he tries to make it engaging by telling a silly story about the time he was in a game show that involved complex mathematics.
Professor Brittany Aiken
Brittany doesn't really try to flower up her class or make it fun. But the first day of class always ends up engaging. Every time someone walks into the classroom, Brittany jumps out at them with a microphone and asks them a strange question. "Sir, what is your opinion on global warming!?" "Ma'am, you've been accused of marrying a pair of gay penguins, what is your reasoning behind this!?" It's her way of preparing the students for their class, and the paparazzi. Physics is boring, but at least she promises that they can play with hot wheels at some point in the year.
Professor Matt Sax
He likes to scare his students a bit on the first day. He puts on this scary, intimidating, tough guy front and when his students look scared, he laughs and says "I'm kidding! Don't worry guys, I'm a nice guy." He does this for both Bio and Business Management. If a student has had him before, they already know it's coming and usually inwardly laugh at the scared students who don't know what's going on.
Professor Daniel Lucas
For his theater class, Daniel likes to start off by doing a hilarious one-man skit about a pirate with a peg leg. Incidently... That's how his communications class starts as well. He claims it's because you're not going to trust an old pirate with a peg leg about the state of the economy. Most students suspect he just really likes to play a pirate.
Professor Eve Lamont
Yay! First day of school! Eve may be excited, but her classes really aren't. There's nothing really exciting about her classes on the first day. The usual class expectations, syllabus... At least she's nice, and at least the people who took her class promises that it gets better later in the year.
There was an assembly. While some teachers talked and cracked jokes, it was boring and completely redundant for the most part. Sorry, it's mandatory.
The classrooms were either silent, or really talkative. Either everyone was shy, or everyone was catching up. There was no inbetween.
The Dining Hall had burgers and fries! It's always a favorite.
Party at Aspen and Acacia's mansion! (They live in a dorm, yes. But their parents own an extra hideaway house a few miles away from the school--far enough to be away from school, close enough to be accessible.) Please bring food! Everyone is going to be there.
"Oh my god, such a drag..."
What's the point of school? Nothing gets accomplished here. Literally nothing. Why do they force a lot of pubescent, hormonal teenagers in a single space? It's just a building where they force people to sit down and get brainwashed.
"It's a cult I tell you! A cult!"
Okay, so maybe Brooke didn't really shout that. She kinda did, inwardly. School was stupid and boring, and she never really paid attention to anything anyway. Why was she here again? Right, because of her stupid dad and company or whatever. Again, she doesn't like paying attention to stupid and boring things. Surprisingly, Brooke wasn't failing school, despite her apathetic tendencies. She's actually quite smart, and able to learn better hands on, rather than in a classroom setting. She does fine on all of her homework and tests because she simply studies at home--with better results, I might add--but classroom participation.... Let's just say she is the last person to ever be a teacher's pet.
It was just so stupid. Brooke hated people, and if there was one thing she hated more than people... It was a crowd of stupid, self-absorbed teenagers. Which is pretty much the definition of high school. Who cares about who's dating who, or who this celebrity fucked, or who made it rain a bunch of condoms. Come to think of it, a lot of the trends in high school were centered around sex. Weird. It was all just stupid, boring, and vain.
She did have to admit to herself that some people she didn't hate as much and tolerated a lot of the time. They made high school just a teensy bit more bearable. Not enough to make it remotely more interesting though.
Once school ended, Brooke was out of there. As she shoved her way through the crowd to leave school, an arm caught hers. Brooke spun around, ready to 'cast a spell' or something on whoever dared to attack her, only to settle on a baleful glare when she saw who it was.
"Oh my god, what's wrong with you. Why can't you be less happy like a normal person." Brooke said with a roll of her eyes.
The person who grabbed Brooke's arm--which was Acacia by the way!--simply grinned. "Brooke! Don't you look gloomy as usual. It's been so long!"
"What do you want." Brooke demanded with an eye roll. She didn't really have a problem with Acacia, in fact they were really close friends. But Brooke would never really say it out loud. Oh well, at least Acacia rolled with it.
"Oh my god, stop being such a square." Acacia retorted with an eye-roll of her own. "Look. Party at my hideaway mansion tonight at 7."
"Parties. Gross."
"No, you're coming." Acacia said squishing Brooke's cheeks with her hands. "You have to! Please? Please? Please?"
"Oh my god. Fine! Just stop!" Brooke conceded, swatting Acacia's hands away from her face. When Acacia threw out her arms to hug her depressing friend, Brooke sprang out of the way screaming "No! No hugs! Get away from me! Murderer!"
Acacia had fully expected this reaction from Brooke, knowing her well enough. With a laugh, she didn't give chase, waving at Brooke instead."Be sure to bring food!" She called after her.
"I'm going to poison it!"
"That's the spirit!"
"The first big gathering of the year! I'm so excited!"
Party at the Hancock Hideaway! Tonight at 7, be there and the last one there is going to be pelted with water balloons. No comment on whether I'm serious or not. Bring food!
After firing off that tweet to be seen by everyone in Ashbury, Acacia leapt off of the couch. There was so much to do! Acacia mentally ticked off everything she needed to do on her list. She had prepared some appetizer/snack-type food just in case people didn't bring any--they'd better have. Otherwise someone would have to go make a food run--nothing too special. Some shrimp cocktails, wrap sandwiches, crostini, tiny hamburgers, caprese salad, 7 layer dip and a crapload of chips, cookies and cupcakes. In terms of beverages, there were multiple cooler boxes scattered throughout the house filled with pop cans, and a giant bowl of punch in the main room. Acacia really does not slack in anything. Fortunately, most of the food preparation was extremely simple. But she knew that people would have to bring more food so they wouldn't run out in the first hour.
They had spotify, so music wouldn't be a problem. Acacia and Aspen owned a plethora of board games and video games if the need ever arose for them when the initial excitement had died down. Acacia hoped that they wouldn't need them though. In her opinion, parties were always better when people were being social. Board games and video games were fun, Acacia enjoyed them a lot, but for a big party? Truth or Dare, Sardines, Seven Minutes in Heaven, Charades, Cops and Robbers... There were just so many things to do!
The Hancock Hideaway was a home away from home gifted by Mr. and Mrs. Hancock when the twins had enrolled in Ashbury Academy. It was used exclusively by Acacia and Aspen, and had eventually become a social gathering location for Ashbury students. It's a very large mansion hidden away in a nearby forest with a pool, and a large trampoline in the backyard. The inside of the house is spacious and luxurious, and caretakers would come in to keep the house tidy and ready for the Hancock twins at any time.
The only rooms that most Ashbury students have been inside is the Living room, kitchen, bathroom, and backyard. If you didn't know that the Hancock family was filthy rich... You did when you came over to their hideaway. Remember: their parents GAVE them this house, which is insane!
"And so it begins..."
Aspen gave a tired sigh.
Acacia had seriously made him run around, making him help with food prep, making sure everyone was notified, etc etc etc. He gave a chuckle as he glanced at everything they had accomplished though. Acacia seriously knew how to get things down. They had gotten everything prepared in only a few hours.
And it wasn't even the day of the party at that point.
The first day of school, and now a party. Jeez Acacia, give a guy a break will you? Despite his complaining and groaning, Aspen was quite excited for it. It was a tradition to throw a party on the first day of school--one that the twins didn't have any intention of abandoning.
His phone buzzed, demanding his attention. He gave a wry chuckle as he saw what it said.
Tell swim team about the party!!!!!!! If you don't I'm disowning you
He headed over to the pool, where all of his fellow teammates were gathered for their first meeting of the year. With a wide grin, he gave a small wave towards everyone. Seeing that everyone was here early, Aspen took the opportunity to advertise his party to his friends.
"Hey guys, it's really great to see you all. Also, we're having a party at our hideaway mansion. You guys better come--otherwise Acacia is going to murder me." | "Life would be so much better if I was born as a house cat."
-Acacia Hancock
Name
Acacia Celeste Hancock
Nicknames
Ace, Aca, Caci.
Out of all of these, Acacia prefers Caci the most. But she would definitely prefer to be called Acacia.
Age
17
Gender
Female
Sexual Orientation
Heterosexual
Grade Level
Junior
Appearance
Like everyone in her family, Acacia was blessed with startlingly blue eyes, and dark hair. Her dark brown hair extends to her waist, and she can often be seen fiddling with it--especially when she's nervous. Her bright blue eyes are almond shaped and can be killer puppy dog eyes when she wants them to be. She's shorter than her brother, Aspen standing at a height of 5'7.
"I just want everyone to be happy."
Personality
There's just something endearing about Acacia that makes you want to hug her tightly.
She's such a sweetheart. You see it in the way her entire face lights up when she laughs, the striking blue eyes that crinkle with her serene smile... Acacia has a certain charm about her that people seem to gravitate towards. Her energy and her bright laughter is simply contagious, and when she steps into a room, it lights up. Acacia loves making friends with people, and is rather successful at it! She's simply a lovely person and always seems to know just the right thing to say. This girl is confident, flirty, and bold. She's very dedicated to whatever she does, and puts 120% effort into it. It doesn't take a lot of work for her to gain admirers and friends.
Acacia is a natural silver tongue. She has a way with words. Combined that with her charming delivery? The results can be devastating. She can be quite manipulative when she wants to be--which fortuately is not very often. She's a natural leader, and being the president of the student council she puts this skill to use. Interestingly, Acacia doesn't really care about being a leader. She became the president because she was nominated and elected, and because she does a great job. Ironically, the twin that doesn't really care about being a leader has all of the leadership qualities, while the twin that does really want to be a leader is more suited to be a follower.
Despite her intelligence in academics, is not very street smart and is rather gullible. She's the type of person to actually spell out "gullible" before realizing that it in fact does not sound like orange. She also is a rather jealous person who can be possessive of her friends. She is a person who gets really anxious and paranoid whenever she feels like she's left out of the loop and dislikes it when she sees her friends with other people. However, this is all expressed on the inside and she gives no outwardly indication. She is quite meek, unable to speak her mind unless it's a student council issue or whatever it may be. Acacia doesn't like it when people are overly opinionated and feels uncomfortable in a debate. She as a general rule doesn't like arguing with people and is often very passive aggressive.
Likes
Animals
Figure Skating
Gymnastics
Movies--horror movies in particular
Singing, acting and dancing
Dislikes
Elevator music
People who can't see multiple sides of an issue
Candy corn
Arguments and confrontations
Being late
Art--Acacia may be good at the arts, but she can't draw to save a life
Fears
Losing people important to her, rejection, the darkness
"You can't scare me! I saw you lurking."
Strengths
Graceful
Authoritative
Athletic
Photogenic
Witty
Weaknesses
Overanalyzes everything
Passive aggressive
Jealous
Gullible
Not very assertive
History
Acacia grew up with her brother, Aspen away from her parents. While Aspen learned to grow without them and found confidence, Acacia grew up being racked with self-doubt about why her parents weren't ever around. She would spend nights crying herself to sleep about it. She loved her surrogate mother dearly, but it was never the same. This is where her abandonment issues and jealousy stems--she needs a constant figure to be by her side. Fortunately, her brother Aspen was always there to pull her out of the dumps.
Once Aspen began winning photography contests with her as a model, Acacia rediscovered her confidence that she was sorely lacking. She decided that she wanted to be fit and pretty for her brother's camera, so she began trying her hand at various sports. The ones that stuck with her were gymnastics and figure skating. She also harbors a love for dancing, acting and singing--all documented by Aspen.
Unlike Aspen, Acacia never really thought about being a CEO or being a leader. However, it was how she was. Whenever there was a group project, people naturally turned to Acacia as the leader and she rolled with it. Ever mini skit she put together was largely directed by her. Acacia is a natural leader, and people respond to that. Her parents finally somewhat returned to Acacia's life when they sent her to Ashbury to be schooled into the next CEO for their corporation.
Acacia was overjoyed at the fact that she wouldn't be separated from Aspen, who secured a spot at this prestigious school for photography. But Acacia is lost. She doesn't know what she wants to do with life, and she's being shoved into a future she doesn't know if she wants. Oh well, if she's going to be here, she's going to be good at it.
Favorite memory
The first time her brother photographed her. It was on a rainy day, and Aspen told her to dance around--the way she does when she thinks no one is looking. He managed to capture an incredible shot of her spinning around in the rain, with a thunderbolt in the background.
Aspen and Acacia participated in an Open Mike a few years ago, with Aspen on guitar and Acacia singing. They got such a great response!
When Acacia lost a regional dance competition. Aspen seemed upset that the judges chose another team, but Acacia was satisfied with how far her and her team had come.
Every moment spent with her parents
Least favorite memory
When she broke her arm in gymnastics. She had landed badly on her leg when she lost her grip on the double bars, and it caused her to be unable to dance, skate or act for a long time and she missed regionals for various competitions.
Trying her hardest to smile at her birthday party, after her parents texted her saying they can't make it.
What corporation sent you to Ashbury?
Her parent's company, Hancock Corporations needed a back up! So they thrust their unsuspecting daughter into those large shoes. She had great leadership qualities, she was smart, so why not? They never really asked her about it though.
"Aspen, they just texted me that they can't make it to our birthday party today.
Some important meeting came up."
Birthday
May 24th
Astrological Sign
Gemini
Twitter Name
@LittleMissAcacia for all of her usernames
"Surprise!"
How many shoes do they own? What types?
"I don't own a lot of shoes, just your standard dress shoes, sneakers, etc etc etc. But Acacia on the other hand..."
"I don't have that many shoes! Just some boots, various heels, a few pairs of sneakers, flats..."
"See? That's already like, 5 times more than me."
"....."
Are they on social media? Who’s in their profile pictures with them?
"Grove_Photography is the new instagram of the extremely talented and sought after teenage photographer! Be sure to check out his instagram! He's also available for booking, so please contact him if you like any of his photos!"
"What's with the advertisement...?"
"Aspen Hancock is the up-and-coming photographer! Get him now while you can. His photography skills are evident in even as something as simple as his profile picture. It's a photograph of himself taken through a glass pelted with raindrops and it looks very surreal and mysterious.
"Acacia..."
"Also be sure to check out his model extraordinaire, Acacia Hancock! Not only is she an extremely beautiful girl, her instagram is to die for. Just look for her fantastic profile picture--it's me mid-jump when I'm ice skating. Yeah, photography skills and stuff, but she has a lot of talents too!"
"Acacia!"
"Hahahaha, jeez Asp, I'm kidding!"
How many romantic relationships have they had?
"Neither of us had that many, actually."
"Unfortunately, Aspen scares them away."
"Yeah, cuz I'm so scary, right? You scare off any potential girlfriends too."
"Grrr, we're so terrifying."
Are they right- or left-handed?
"Acacia is right handed."
"And Aspen is sinister."
What charities do they donate to?
"A lot actually. We've donated to Habitat for Humanity, Homeless shelters, cancer research..."
"Some charities really need money, and we have a lot of it. And I don't think we're every going to use all of it. So we like to share bit by bit."
What are their biggest fears?
"You used to be scared of thunder. Like, terrified. You used to hide under the blankets every time it stormed."
"Why would you even bring that up? That was like... 14 years ago."
"You might still be scared!"
"You wanna go there? What about the time you literally climbed up a tree to get away from a dog."
"I was like 3!"
"Exactly."
How much money do they make?
"Aspen makes sooo much cash from Grove Photography. It's ridiculous."
"What about you? You make a lot of money from winning competitions."
"Well, yeah. But they're not consistent. Maybe I should get a job."
What is their ethnicity?
"I think we're just European.
"Hmmm, I thought I heard mom mention something about being descended from King Henry the whatever or something.
"Maybe we should look into that."
Do they speak with an accent?
"Unfortunately, no."
"We wish. A Scottish or British accent would be really cool."
"Pip pip cheerio!"
".....No Caci. No."
What did they dress as for Halloween last year?
"Prepare for trouble!"
"Make it double!"
"To protect the world with devastation!"
"To unite all people within our nation!"
"To denounce the evil of truth and love!"
"To extend our reach to the stars above!
"Jessie!"
"James!"
"Team Rocket blast off at the speed of light!"
"Surrender now or prepare to fight!"
What are their email addresses, blogs, and websites? Passwords?
[email protected], and I also have a blogspot and tumblr for my photography.
"Also, Aspen's password is--"
"Whoa, what? you know my password?"
"My email is [email protected]. And my instagram documents all of my competitions, hobbies, and photographs! Check it out!"
"Wait, Acacia, don't change the subject!"
What are they superstitious about?
"I'm not superstitious, but Acacia on the other hand..."
"I don't believe any of it. I just don't want to risk any of it being true, just in case."
"You collect every 4 leaf clover you fine."
"They're cute, okay?"
Are they allergic to anything?
"Both of us are allergic to penicillin."
"We break out in hives."
What hobbies do they have?
"Well besides for photography... Photoshop is really fun, image editing in general."
"Idiot, that's still a part of photography."
"Uh, right. I guess we play video games a lot, We have a running tally of who wins. And I really like playing the guitar, and swimming. Obviously."
"Everyone already knows what we like. I like dancing, figure skating... Stuff like that. I dabble in acting. And singing is fun too. Lately I've been into netflix. But that's everyone."
Do they keep secrets?
"Very much so. I know a lot of things that Aspen doesn't because I don't tell him anything."
"Likewise."
What are their astrological signs?
"We're Geminis."
"Isn't that ironic?"
What are their taste in movies, books, and music?
"I'm mostly into sci-fi and action."
"Nerd."
"And despite you making me watch horror movies with you, I don't like them!"
"Would you rather watch romcoms with me?
"Maybe."
Do they have scars?
"Nope, not really."
"We've had a fairly unadventurous childhood. And we never seriously fought enough to scar each other."
What are their feelings on gay marriage, abortion, legalization of marijuana, or other controversial topics?
"......"
"Acacia really doesn't like discussing things like this."
"Pro-choice, pro-marriage, no opinion on weed."
"What's with the heavy sigh?"
"I don't like arguing..."
"There's no one to argue with, idiot. I'm the only one here, and we have the same opinion."
Any tattoos or piercings?
"I have my ear lobes pierced, but that's about it."
"I don't have anything. I know, I know. I'm boring."
"Yeah you are."
What does their handwriting look like?
"Really similar, actually. Emma liked to say that handwriting was the window to the soul, so she had us take calligraphy classes."
"Yeah, we write out "g"s and "f"s and "A"s the same way."
"But otherwise my writing is most loopy and flowing. Aspen's is more precise and neat."
"That represents out personalities really well, actually."
What is their religious background?
"Uh... Agnostic, I guess? What do you think?"
"Agnostic works. I don't believe that God exists, but I'm not an atheist."
"Yup, mom, dad and Emma weren't really religious either."
Where do they like to shop?
"We own a lot of designer clothing. When Acacia models them, or I photograph them, we receive a lot of clothes and accessories as thanks."
"Designer clothing is super nice. But I usually just go shopping at popular stores. Forever 21 is one of my favorites--they have really cute clothes for a really cheap price!"
What is their relationship like with their sibling?"
"Horrible. We hate each other."
"Can't even stand to be in the same room."
"Ew, get away from me you freak."
Do they have enemies? How did they make them?
"We have none that we know of."
"I hope we don't have any..."
What are their ambitions? Do they have a "five-year plan"?
"Oh yeah, definitely. Once I graduate, I'm going to be an intern and assistant for Charles Modelli, the current CEO of Mode. He's going to retire in a few years, so until then I'm going to get acquainted with people of the industry while majoring in photography and digital art at the California Institute of Arts. Once Modelli retires, I'm going to take over Mode and hopefully expand it and hire more permanent employees. My eventual goal is to expand Mode and promote it even more, and to start a Mode magazine. What about you Acacia?"
"Uh... Graduate?"
What are their political preferences?
"Hate politics. They make me angry. Next."
"Yeah, it's fine. We can move on. I'm not heavily involved in politics either."
What do they habitually keep in their cupboards, medicine cabinets, and purses?
"In my purse I always have my wallet, some pens, some mint and gum, band-aids, chapstick, my mini-planner and my portable charger."
"I don't carry around a purse. We usually just have your standard medicine cabinet drugs like benedryll, ibuprofen and stuff in the cabinets. And cupboards... uh, cups and stuff?"
What are their favorite outfits/pieces of clothing?
"I love my cream colored dress with flowery branches."
"I'm a pretty big fan of this green jacket."
What do they keep in remote storage?
"I don't think we have remote storage."
"Yeah, we have places for everything. Even incredible things."
Are they night owls or morning people?
"I'm a night owl. But Acacia on the other hand..."
"Definitely morning!"
"Lucky duck. She would wake me up at 7 AM when we were young because she was bored. Actually... She still does that sometimes."
"Heehee." |
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Several hours prior to the Hancocks' party
School was irrational. Never for once did it justify the idea of progressive learning let alone the strains left from its wake. There was always homework, school projects, subsequent quizzes and the infamous dread often termed as recitations. One could not simply live off a peacefully structured life with these being loaded up consistently. Yet it became a universal practice. Something authorities would make a point out of and even they would shamefully say it's 'for the greater good'. But what was the greater good? Learning shouldn't be this complicated. It shouldn't force innocent youths to a false image of comprehension. It's all absurd. Absurd to the point where it would make sense. Life wasn't supposed to be easy and everyone should know that. Learning is all about suffering as suffering stood for the same.
Time was but a detriment to Spencer. He just couldn't take the concept of limiting things on certain point when It'd be for a better cause. Studying felt a good part on being a student and through it, understanding why it should be at limited time seemed nonsensical. The worst part of it all was folding out his surrender, knowing every fiber of his brain nor every spine of his bones could do nothing to let things start all over again. Time couldn't reverse itself, how much more if something lesser would place an attempt. Perhaps it's just the way it is and how he lived through it made him realize something. He knew he couldn't keep on raising his fists in protest, so he decided to embrace it.
Today wasn't an excuse though and despite being used to last minute studying, this would probably be the worst one yet.
Spencer leaned his chin on top of the book's cover, setting his eyes around the library, aimlessly putting his sights to whatever comes to view. Everything seemed to be drifting from what was real, as if his perception was bending to a universe far from his own. Something felt largely unsettling. Eerie, distorted images kept on sneaking through confined sections of tables. Small numbers of textbooks shook from their shelves with a few being plucked by an implausibly invisible force from where they rested then fell down to the floor. One was even rising through thin air, lazily reaching on the ceiling yet strangely enough, nobody took a single notice. People's physical appearances started to sail away from what was normal, etching into blobs of amorphous builds. Spencer grimaced to what took place within the moments followed.
Horns extended from people's skulls while slowly being engulfed by tendrils of shadowy dusts. Grotesque growls wheezed the air, most of them sounded as if something was expanding from their throats. Insect-like wings spread from the back of a few individuals belonging a particular group, fluttering as they flew toward the ceiling. Spencer held his book against his chest, eyes widely open as he tried the best he could to understand what was happening. Apparently he couldn't and what seemed to be as bizarre a while ago completely transcended into a sea of utter confusion.
It felt more of a battlefield than a magical forest. Much like a scene you'd extract from The Lord of the Rings and Spencer's role became that of a Hobbit but with a broken leg. He then gasped for air, nervously sliding his chair away from his desk. He dropped his sights from the whirling nightmare, figuring he could get away from it all. But as he returned a glance, it was still there, it was real and he felt it.
Then something grabbed his shoulder. Terror sent chilling vibrations directly to his spine as he tried to move his frozen body.
"Spencer." A soft guttural voice sailed through his ears, inflicting more terror. Then as Spencer managed to crane over, he saw a masked figure. Behind the mask revealed a shadowy, faceless being with crowns embedded with thorns.
A loud, terrified scream escaped from Spencer's lips, holding himself against his desk and rolled with his chair away from the shadowy entity.
"Spencer." It repeated itself again. How did it manage to know his name? Regardless, fear hindered his curiosity.
"Hey Spencer." The voice sounded like an echo now, as if shifting to a voice he was terribly familiar of. However, Spencer wasn't easily fooled. He knew the masked entity made an attempt to imitate a voice he knew of so he could get himself closer and let his soul be devoured.
No. I won't let it kill me. Not this time His mind raced yet he froze like a rat stuck on a trap. Then the figure inched closer and grabbed Spencer's shoulder.
"Get away from me you Nazgul! I won't let you have the ring and destroy middle earth!" He exclaimed.
At that moment, everything went back to normal. Trails of orcs and fairies died within a snap of a finger. Not a single one was seen flying on the ceiling. Books were properly placed on the shelves. And the sight of the librarian hopped like a kangaroo on synthetics. The librarian cleared her throat, giving an obvious sign as to what Spencer did, then went on her way back to her desk. Ann ―Spencer's friend from the debate club stood in front of him, puzzled by his uncanny response.
"Nazgul?" She asked, her eyes narrowed as to how confused she was.
"Yeah you looked like a Nazgul 5 minutes ago and you were trying to whisper me some weird gibberish on how you wanted the ring. Something is obviously wrong here."
Ann raised an eyebrow, carefully placing Spencer's words in contempt.
"Are you okay? Sounds like you're not having enough sleep."
"I'm telling you. Something's wrong. I was told earlier that I have a task to save middle earth and to do such, I need to go to a volcano place I don't know of and throw this ring there."
Ann mockingly closed her eyes, only to notice a groggy person daydreaming about a peculiar scene from a movie.
"Okay Spence. You should know watching a movie before cramming gives you nightmares while daydreaming," She suggested. "So either stop doing it or you're going to need mental help and please, let's just bury this Lord of the Rings thing deep in a cave so no one will find it."
"But Smeagol lives in a cave ... he might find it." Spencer noted innocently as if he's not aware of what he daydreamed.
A gruff sigh slipped from Ann's lips. Annoyingly grinding her teeth as she kept her mouth closed.
"The Hancocks are holding a party tonight and you were invited by them." Despite being vexed by Spencer's delusional daydreaming, Ann managed to feel convenient delivering the message. She lifted a smile, looking down for Spencer's response to it.
"Your point?" Apparently Spencer regained his composure. Sounding barely surprised, he went back to open his book, flipping a few pages to find where he last stopped.
"My point is you, as a kindhearted person with a compassionate spirit, will take me, Jal, Sherwin, Clarisse and Jess there."
For the next few moments, silence littered between them. Spencer continued reading his book with no intention of ever responding to what Ann requested. He fell silent, focused on every page he flipped.
"Well?" Ann was eager to get that response but Spencer paid no attention.
"Hey Spence. Are you even liste―"
"I won't bother coming. I have things to study tonight." He answered hastily.
"Aww c'mon. Don't be like Uncle Scrooge. Have a heart and give your junior members a chance to have fun."
"But I thought group studying and writing a Professor Williams and Paine fan fiction was your kind of fun?" Spencer replied obliviously.
"Look Spence I know you don't like parties but consider this one as a celebration for your past success as our prime minister. We promise we'll help you feel the fun."
Spencer rolled his eyes.
"Nah."
"How about I give you a month's worth of canned cola?" Ann grinned ambitiously, hoping that would do the trick.
"You already did that and correction, a month's worth will only last a week."
"How about a Siamese kitten?" It wasn't worth a shot but nonetheless, Ann managed to feel contented of her offer.
"You know I hate cats."
"Puppies?"
"I already have a dog. You don't even know that the school restricts students from having pets." Spencer sighed, knowing this could continuously go on and disturb him.
"A girlfriend? going to the party gives you an oppor―"
"I hate girlfriends."
"A boyfriend then?"
"What the hell Ann?" Their conversation ended abruptly as the librarian hopped out of nowhere and gave Spencer the obvious look. It was his second time doing it and a third one shouldn't be considered as an excuse anymore. He left a sullen smile in response, an obvious answer saying he won't be doing it again.
Ann raised an eyebrow again, seemingly was not in the favor of how her plan went.
"Please Spence. We need to go to that party. I promise I'll make it up to you. I'll even give you my sister."
"What?" Spencer hissed, eyes raising in question.
"Okay perhaps not but please Spence. Just this once. Pleeaaase ..."
Ann has only been friends with Spencer for the least 4 months since her enrollment to the school's debate club. Regardless of that, Spencer saw nothing odd nor repulsive about her. She had always invited him to a number of hangouts and social gatherings through the span of their friendship and Spencer couldn't see any potential conflicts rising between them in the future, or at least for now. Still, Spencer profiled her as the same with the people he'd usually meet inside or outside of the debate club. It would only be up to him if he wanted the friendship to be abrupt or not.
Spencer groaned silently in annoyance. He rolled his eyes and painfully forced his attention to Ann.
"Oh alright. Just go and don't disturb me. But this will be your last you ... glasses girl. I won't ever again accept any requests from you outside the debate team."
Ann nodded in joy.
"Yes. I love you Spence and Thank you. I hope you become the president of the United States when you grow up."
Spencer grimaced.
"But I'm Canadian. What are you even talking about?"
Ann chuckled as she moved herself away from Spencer's desk. She matched a smile when Spencer glared at her and made her way outside of the library.
"What is it with people and parties?" Spencer muttered as he continued jotting down notes from the book he was reading.
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During the party
Pop music being played on the background because why not?
One uncertain subject that perhaps Spencer won't be aware of for the rest of his life was social gatherings. Sure, he did have his own share of parties before but his stay was never the most enjoyable ones. Music was always loud, people talk about things he'd never be remotely interested and then the existence of the inevitable beer pong ―not that he has never drank before. There was just this particular vibe that everyone happened to feel which Spencer failed to incorporate himself with. Perhaps being a cold-hearted bastard was the one to thank but even so, he won't be bothering himself with anyone other than to let the party end as soon as possible.
For once he haven't felt out of place, his debate friends were nearby so there's relief hanging around him. One thing he couldn't put on hold was the nature of his invitation by the Hancock twins. Although they weren't mortal enemies by any means, Spencer wasn't quite fond of them or at least wasn't in favor of their ridiculous popularity. Spencer often saw it as a tool to gain a shameless kind of acknowledgement for one's presence. And the Hancock twins were perfect examples to demonstrate how that tool works.
Spencer had his mask on already. Perhaps he'd consider not being an Uncle Scrooge tonight and just follow the common advice often spoken at parties. He smiled as a variety of colored lights flashed the marvelous mansion. Music was bearable but not quite as enjoyable as Spencer's own taste. Small crowds dispersed in large spaces of the place and some were already nabbing chunks of the delicious food prepared on the dining table.
"I tell you. We're going to have fun because fun is going to have us." Jal said fancily as she gently brushed her hair with her hands.
"Oh. my. jizzle. Did you see that? That hot guy named Lewis from the basketball club just winked at me. My heart feels like China's economic growth right now cuz baby it's falling apart!." Jess squealed in romantic excitement. "I swear that if I won't have sex with him tonight, I'm just going to virtually create a three dimensional version of himself and let my usb port open for his 500 gig RAM."
Spencer shook his head in disgust.
"What the hell Jess?!" He exclaimed. "You're not even sure about China's current economic stability and where on earth can you even find a 500 gigabyte RAM?"
"Who cares?" Jess excitedly headed where the juice dispenser was.
"You alright?" Ann asked for a last minute relief. She seemed to doubt how Spencer saw the party but seeing him smile earlier was a different sign.
"No," Spencer glanced where Jess trailed off. "I mean she's serious about it, isn't she? Think about teenage pregnancy and how perilous it will be to her future as a public speaker."
Ann chuckled, patting Spencer to the shoulder.
"Oh she's harmless and just relax. Don't let Smeagol find what we've buried in that cave. No more Lord of the Rings daydreaming for now."
Spencer sneered.
"Ha Ha. Very funny. I'll make sure to scream at someone and tell them they're the Nazgul."
Ann sighed with a bit of glee.
"This is a party, you should have fun. And as promised earlier that if you don't, I'll help you."
"Alright then." Spencer trusted her, at least for now. He let himself drift into the music. Perhaps enjoying the party wasn't half as bad. Besides, it's just the first day of school. There was nothing else he could lose. | Spencer Dalle
"Gingers don't have souls? perhaps."
Spencer Dalle
Spencer Hartley Dalle
Nicknames
Spence - his older brother and most of his friends call him by that manner.
Age
18
Gender
Male
Sexual Orientation
Arguably an asexual
Grade Level
Senior
Appearance
A fairly tall individual standing roughly at 176 cm and weighing about 65 kg. Spencer's body frame consists of narrow shoulders, a set of lean muscles and an overall average build. What stands as a feature he's mostly known for is his fiery orange hair with a few locks of red reaching the upper strands. It's often trimmed regularly since Spencer dislikes people commenting about it too much. At times he'd wear a beanie only to cast away any attention his hair can get into. Concave cheeks build mostly of his square-like face along with his flushed chin. Thin eyebrows set above hazel eyes and a straight, thin nose which ends on a curved tip.
There's nothing eccentrically offbeat nor peculiar about his clothing pattern. On a regular basis, Spencer will most likely dress up with one of his polo shirts and a pair of denim blue jeans. Off school he usually wears sweatshirts paired with cargo shorts.
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"Do not compare me with bricks! Even though I can't get laid unlike those things I ... I ... we're done talking."
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Personality
Seemingly a person instilled with a cold heart, or so as he claimed. Spencer has no qualms about himself as an individual and how he stands at society, yet he falls down on behalf of his insecurities. Although having friends of his own keeps him from seclusion, he constantly struggles to fit in a place where he truly belongs. Often so, he doesn't find - or refuses to notice - true company from people who've been welcoming on his side.
Understanding Spencer is like looking through a thin layer of clear glass but despite having no outside forces for it to break, it's likely to shatter by itself eventually. In general, Spencer himself jeopardizes his own life by the means of his decisions and a set of foolish actions. More often than not he is reluctant to accept things which do not routinely go by his notions, thus resulting to a stubborn way of progression. This doesn't entirely mean he's close to being depressed. Spencer often tries to rid of his afflicted nature but doing so requires him to use someone for the cause of it. He made a reputation of himself on being an asshole largely by bringing his miseries and hardships onto someone. Perhaps what's worse is that even when someone else is becoming a medium for Spencer's misfortune, he puts the blame on them nonetheless.
Through other aspects, Spencer is widely known for his satirical charm - mostly because of the color of his hair which probably has an ambiguous relevance towards humor. He's the kind of student who constantly winds up from his desk and more likely drowns on the sea academic stress. He'd only hope a can of cola can be relied on between piles of homework and projects. As for people, Spencer holds a rather flexible demeanor. At times, he projects an equal form of sympathy to others but doesn't go beyond his borders. As far as anyone knows, being profoundly connected to someone has its perks but to Spencer, it's a detriment. Being attached to someone is something he's largely indifferent of, or rather, something he reluctantly accepts as a form of his feelings. He doesn't consider it as a part of him, yet everytime he experiences it, he becomes resentful rather than indifferent. How his flexibility goes varies on the people he meets. If he ends up disliking them, he won't bother bringing himself up and would instead go to people who are worth of his time or just by himself.
Spencer prefers solitude over anything, though he can still find time to socialize but overall, he finds it unnecessary to a great extent. To him, being known isn't as relevant as it seems. He can find ways to prove his existence but nothing nearly matters when it comes to that. People point him out to be consistently cynical and often too deliberate in terms of dealing with school work. Though most of those are true, there are other things people failed to see. Spencer's outlandish display of humor occasionally shows how it's contradictory to his own self.
Likes
Cola (one could not put into words how this human being relentlessly loves cola)
sleeping for more than 10 hours after going through weeks of sleep deprivation
late night depression through cramming
semestral breaks, holidays and suspended classes
literary fiction
Dislikes
exams in general
taking exams without studying
cats
coffee (old beliefs told him a cup of coffee has the potential to un-ginger a ginger)
Fears
Finals,sleep paralysis,snakes and teachers who look and sound like hellspawns
Strengths
Pessimism
An able conviction of success
Cola
Weaknesses
Chemistry
His insecurities
Unwillingness to accept change
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"I swear that if I ever hear another joke about my hair again, I'll burn your house down and eat your family for dinner."
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History
Setting aside Spencer's uncertainties and his absurd personality, he is actually a gifted individual born with academic intelligence through reasoning. Teachers from his elementary school praised his exceptional cognitive skills which in turn, gave him several awards after joining a number of academic competitions. Spencer used the talent of his as a development for his future endeavors, which is public speaking.
Growing up, Spencer didn't have many friends as he is mostly occupied with studies and preparations for various school competitions. But that generally did not mean he was isolated. He enjoyed his life from its simplicity alone. Playing with his dog Wrecker made him happier than anyone else and seeing this made his parents contented with his social capacity; not wanting more for their son to gain any form of fame. Spencer didn't demand anything more but to have his life remain as it was ... until their parents decided to leave Canada and move to the United States.
Spencer's father was an executive branch director of an American finance corporation. What made them move to the US was mostly about the job and how Spencer's father was demanded to transfer to the corporation's main branch due to the CEO's terminal illness. Apparently Spencer had no choice since he wasn't in the position to make any changes and convince his parents to not move. They flew to the US, eventually leaving Canada. Spencer was just ten years old at that time but moving to another country became difficult for him. His new house, albeit larger than that of his hometown, felt largely unwelcoming.
Through the stages of growing up to his adolescence, Spencer was still the same, still missing his hometown but not having the sheer level of homesickness as he had back when he just moved. Only when years passed by did he learn how to accept the changes of the world far from his consent. Though regardless of how he assimilated with such acceptance, there was still a constant string of denial. Spencer always wished everything would go back from what it was before, back when he still felt his unwavering joy.
However, that did not stop Spencer from developing his academic skills and intellect. Soon after his parents heard of Ashbury Academy, they arranged plans to enroll him to the prestigious school while his older brother at another private school. So far, progress went by and Spencer still participated at various public speaking events and debate competitions.
Favorite memory
Everything about his childhood while living at his hometown in Alberta, Canada. What he misses the most are those days when he'd just wake up on a Saturday morning, play Frisbee with his old pal Wrecker (A purebred St Bernard) and climb up to his favorite tree across the neighbourhood with his brother, listening to music while waiting for the sunset to come to view.
Least favorite memory
Moving from his hometown and spending the first few months in the United States being homesick.
What corporation sent you to Ashbury?
The American Finance Institute (AFI) is one of the United States' leading financial corporation with branches extending around Canada, Mexico and some other parts of Central America. Spencer's father is the executive director of the Canadian branch but soon left the country and moved to the United States for urgent matters. The CEO of the corporation, Frank Dolbert was diagnosed with stage 4 lung cancer a few months ago and was informed to have little chance of survival. So while he is being subjected through dialysis, the company's co-CEO Deihlyn Anton Flores took over but to make matters worse, he wasn't competent at controlling the stability of the company and needed to be replaced by someone as soon as possible.
Dolbert and Spencer's father were very close friends and Dolbert himself believed the potential Spencer possessed as a young individual. Though he has a few doubts of his own, Dolbert envisioned the boy to be a part of the company. Spencer could one day exceed some of Dolbert's expectations as he sees a a young version of himself through the likes of Spencer.
Birthday
April 19 1997
Astrological Sign
Aries
Twitter Name
Twitter: @SpenceD
Deviantart: Spacepenguin07
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"Love? I don't breathe that kind of air."
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Spencer Dalle
"I can survive, I can live and I can go through all these things, give me five cans of cola!"
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Hal Polwith
"Foolish things are often done with enthusiasm. Can't blame him though, it's his choice to spread his pestilence of joy between people ... not like it's a problem but I do hope he's equally treated. Not all people gives happiness as an exchange."
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Brooke Avery
"As much as I understand myself, I do not hate things for what they are, I hate them because they existed. In this case, if she concludes hate and reluctance as a distinctive part of herself, she may pretty much become like me. Oh the joy."
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Korrigan Alexander Jackson
"I do not mistake mischief as a childish attribute of an individual as I do happen to be quite mischievous myself ... I guess. As my parents told me when I was young, one's tongue speaks in behalf of goodness despite being one person against several billions of people. I never thought using it for crap talk can be acceptable."
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Laney Karie Chandler
"One thing I do not understand between individuals is that they do not know being impervious to nonsense ―mostly words, naturally is 'their kind of thing' I appreciate people who are aware of that, like her. You can imagine such beauty and strength one can possess when she stands on her own and translates all vulgarity into a meager wisp of air. However, I am not quite certain how long this kind of character can stand with its impervious ... ness."
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Amanda Hirano
"Innocence, one which we all have or had. In my case, I was never innocent but people assume that I am. They just mistake me for a jerk of a ginger with humor they cannot relate to. Anyway, so much for her, I do not know much. All I know is that people keep seeing her as some kind of child and I don't want to be the judge of that."
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Maie-Marie Malveaux
"I happen to wonder why people started to become more and more illustrious with their happiness. It's not like everyone is going to be the same as themselves. I just find it to be rather ... annoying."
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Nathan Matthews
"Yet another member of this 'spread happiness everywhere' cause. For real, if ever this plague ravages around school with no little means of stopping it, I'm done ... and I'm not going to return. Ever. Again."
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Connor MacQuarrie
"So this is the incredible hulk everyone's talking about? I'm not a huge fan of Marvel or DC in particular but from how I picture the incredible hulk, he's massive ... huge, bulky, green-skinned and vicious. I do not recall his image being resembled by a lunatic. I know using the word lunatic may be a bit condescending of me but in all honesty, I see no difference among athletes or jockheads."
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Brenden Rivers
"Do not mistake arrogance as some kind of disease. One is arrogant because he or she sees the potential within themselves. They do not level with the weak nor the ill-fated as they know such things will drag them down from what they're thriving to attain. It's not always about being on top but rather, staying on your own level and I don't see anything wrong with it. I like him, in a 'such an interesting specimen' sort of way. However I do not wish to be stained by whatever business he brings. It's not on my caliber to deal with what others do."
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Emilie Delacour
"Sometimes I wonder how society does its tricks, forcing people with enthusiasm and lavish abundance. I don't get it at all. Perhaps I'm just too young to overthink about things, like how they suck all the time. For this person ―like most of them, I do not know much. I'd like to assume she's just this typical sunshine who wears skirts and dances on the field while she lifts her small umbrella. Even if I'm still a kid today, I can never afford doing that."
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Emilie Delacour
"Hmm ... yet another flower of innocence. Soon you will realize that your domain makes no use of such. But since you're still young like me, you can let it rest ... for now."
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Aspen Hancock
"I like how this guy becomes so ambitious about everything. It only goes to show that people with goals in mind are likely the ones who will succeed, but it doesn't mean everyone should. Success is but a selection of who goes in and who goes out. If you're meant or built for success, then it's a no-brainer that you'll go in but if you think falsely that you're going to reach the door to success, then no ... there's obviously no room for you. Through other aspects, I see nothing wrong with this guy. He's an intellectual contender among all but a fool in his own way. If you're that ambitious, you don't support others. You carry yourself on your own and not think about the lesser fools."
Things you ought to know about me
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"like they matter"
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How many shoes do you own? What types?
"Shoes? hm ... probably a bunch. I don't really care how many footwear I possess. They'd mostly be flat shoes or leather for casual wear. Then again, I don't really care. I can even go to an Intercollegiate Public Speaking Competition barefooted."
Are you on social media? Who's with you on your profile picture?
"I am but I don't often go through this medium as much as everyone does. For my profile picture, that isn't anyone's business―but mine to discuss with."
How many romantic relationship(s) did you have?
"Heh! Good one. I'm incapable of romance. Next please!"
Are you right or left handed?
"Neither. I can break the laws of physics by bending the motion of pens and pencils in order for me to write."
What charities do you donate to?
"Whatever my dad involves himself with. It's frequently his money anyway."
What are your biggest fears?
"Finals, first and foremost. Who wouldn't fear judgement day? Other than that, I have a few terrifying sleep paralysis experiences that still haunt me today. Snakes, but you shouldn't be surprised about that. And teachers who are spawns of Satan."
How much money do you make?
"Enough to tear this world a new wormhole."
What is your ethnicity?
"I have no idea. I might be a raccoon for some reason."
Do you speak with an accent?
"Of course not, that's disgusting."
What did you dress for Halloween last year?
"Originally, I was going to be Harry Potter but then I've lost a bet from those freshmen goons on the debate team. So in the end, I dressed up as the eastern bunny. Horrible people, aren't they?"
What are your email addresses, blogs and websites? Passwords?
"[email protected]"
What is your religious background?
"I don't consider myself being associated with any religion. But I still have my faith, I just don't show it quite often."
What are you superstitious about?
"Why people somehow didn't manage to figure out the airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow. Seriously, it's that easy."
Are you allergic to anything?
"Lobster and stupid people in general."
What hobbies do you have?
"Ah I love collecting the bones of the people I've murdered and make a museum out of them. Jokes aside, I do love reading literary fiction but that doesn't mean I'm limited only on reading those kinds of books. I have a fair share of science fiction and fantasy. Other than that, I love speaking to an imaginary person ... at least when I'm alone so that no one notices how remotely crazy I am ―which I'm not. I make a hobby of painting as well despite me being terribly bad at it. It's what I sometimes do to release my anger and hate from the overall stupidity of people."
Do you keep secrets?
"Yes. Victoria's."
What is your astrological sign?
"Aries"
What are your tastes in movies, books and music?
"I don't really watch a lot movies. I just watch what's under everyone's radar but I do have a few favorites of my own such as the classic adaptation of 'To Kill a Mockingbird' and a variety of Pixar films that made my childhood enjoyable. For music, I regularly listen to alternative rock such as Pearl Jam, The Smashing Pumpkins, R.E.M. and etc. Not really into pop music, though I have a few ones that I find conveniently catchy. For books, oh there's so much. From classic literature giants such as the Great Gatsby, The Catcher in the Rye and 1984 to the science fiction and fantasy books I've started loving. There's just so many!"
Do you have scars?
"Leaving Canada left me a ton of scars."
What are your thoughts on gay marriage, abortion, legalization of marijuana or other controversial topics?
"I don't really think I can comprise all of my thoughts towards these interesting topics."
Any tattoos or piercings?
"I don't think so, though I do plan to have a tattoo on my back."
What does your handwriting look like?
"Like Tarzan's? Even I don't know how my penmanship looks like."
Where do you usually shop?
"I am uncertain if Chipotle is a legitimate shop."
What is your relationship with your siblings?
"My older brother is like my best friend. I miss the times we've spent with Wrecker back in Canada and I hope that one day we can all go back and relieve those moments. I don't think that's going to happen though ―which is fine by me, not like I've got any capabilities to let it happen."
Do you have enemies? How do you make them?
"I don't think I have enemies, just people who generally dislike me for some reason. How do I make them hate me? well, it's like back in kindergarten where you'd write an innocent letter to your crush about how you honestly feel about them. Except on my side, I'm not writing for my crush ―not like I have any. I don't know why people hate me for telling how I honestly feel about them. What do they want me to say? I love them? That's absurd and stupid in a lot of ways."
What are your ambitions? Do you have a five-year plan?
"Ambitions? Is that what you have when your parents aren't the ones who take control of your future?"
What are your political preferences?
"I have no interest in politics though I do find it amusing to see their system crumble into a surge of turmoil."
What do you habitually keep in your cupboards, medicine cabinets, and purses?
"So you do believe I keep weed inside my inventory and that's why you're asking this question, aren't you?"
What are your favorite outfits/pieces of clothing?
"Uh ... my sweatshirt? I mean that's the only thing I wear most of the time, if I'm outside class."
What do you keep in remote storage?
"Something I refuse to say. And no, it's not weed. Stop assuming I possess weed dammit!"
Are you a night owl or a morning person?
"I sleep a lot or at least when I have nothing to do. So I'm probably a sloth."
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"I don't expect you to be interesting, so don't bother amusing me."
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53,114 | 1,443 | 2 | 1,740 | 342 | Hal Polwith
Hal sorted through his only drawer, which was vaugely organized into piles. To any normal person, it would seem a mess, but Hal knew exactly where everything was. He considered the weather, and grabbed plain red T-Shirt and a pair of cargo shorts, which seemed to fit the occasion better than athletic shorts. Connor rummaged around with the alcohol behind him. Hal grinned to himself. Leave it to Connor to make things crazy
Hal wandered over to the bathroom to change, which he did rapidly. Then he actually went to the bathroom. He considered his day. The assembly had been boring, as expected. Prof. Williams had provided an excellent "lesson" in phys ed, but of course, Prof. Abbott was already trying to murder her entire class. It was too bad the devil's daughter taught history, or Hal might actually be doing well. Prof. Lucas had done his usual pirate bit, and Hal couldn't help laughing. The man was an acting genius, even if Hal had seen teh bit before.
When the tweet about the Hancock's party had gone out, a storm of texts had followed. Hal was not surprised. Aspen's announcement at practice hadn't come as a surprise either, though it made sense. He wondered who else was going, hopefully everybody, wouldn't be as much fun if only a few of them showed.
"Hal, bruh, I'm gonna grab Nate, meet you in the lobby," Connor called from outside. Hal said something along the lines of "okay" but wasn't really paying attention to himself. He judged his hair in the mirror, figuring it good enough, and then stepped out. He grabbed his everyday shoes, just a pair of bland brown unbranded shoes (he had no idea where he'd got them). He grabbed his phone off his desk and left the room, locking the door behind him. He bounded down the stairs, taking them two at a time just to get his blood flowing. He stumbled into the lobby and bumped into the other guys.
"Hey guys, ready to go?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. Connor nodded vigourously, and Nate grinned and spun his car keys "Yeah, as ready as I'll ever be!" Aspen bounded down the stairs at the last minute. The others took this as their cue to leave. The four piled into Nate's car, Hal and Aspen in the back, Connor riding shotgun. They chatted about nonsense as they drove, mostly swim stuff, interjections from Connor inserted appropraitley. They pulled up into the driveway and all clambered out. As they walked into the house, Connor boomed, "Was gud, kids? I bring you tidings of great booze, get drinking and GIT ON MA LEVEL!" Hal grinned. "This should be fun." he said quietly. Nobody heard, the music was already blasting. | Henry "Hal" Polwith
"If nobody traveled back in time to stop you from doing it, how bad can it be?"
-Hal Polwith
Hal Polwith
Henry Trent Polwith
Nicknames
Henry goes by Hal. It's just a common nickname for Henry, and his parents have called him that since he was young. He wonders why they didn't just name him Hal.
Age
17
Gender
Male
Sexual Orientation
Heterosexual
Grade Level
Junior
Appearance
Hal is a relatively average looking boy at first glance. 5'10", straight, brown, shortish hair, green eyes. But a more detailed inspection reveals a lot about him. While not a hulking beast of muscle, Hal is well toned, and by no means weak. His upper body and upper arms in particular are well toned. His long legs lend him most of his height. Hal is generally found wearing jeans or khaki pants/shorts, a t-shirt, and a jacket or sweatshirt. He's anti-hat, unless it's his New York Giants baseball cap. He has a medium length scar just above his right pectoral.
"Let's go hiking...or kayaking...or for a run!"
Personality
Hal is a bright and happy guy. He's upbeat, positive, and hard to get down. He's a big fan of making jokes, though he's often told they aren't as funny as he thinks. Despite this he still laughs, and makes a point of laughing at everyone else's jokes, regardless of whether anyone else thinks they're funny. Hal's smart as a whip, though he doesn't like to show it. Unless the person he's interacting with is excessively rude, obnoxious, or dull, Hal will try his best to keep a conversation going. He loves talking to people, and figuring out how they work, especially people with complicated or interesting personalities. Unfortunately, this makes him rather pushy. He will not give up on making somebody laugh until he is absolutely sure he has failed. This makes him somewhat obnoxious to those who don't like him straight out.
In reality, Hal is fueled by a need to make everyone feel happy about themselves. He believes nobody deserves to feel like crap. A battle with depression as a middle schooler has left him feeling the need to make sure nobody else has to feel that way. He's also terrified it will come back and he'll collapse again. He's also near-impossible to offend. Hal loves history, and can talk about it for ages before somebody tells him to shut up. He's also a big fan of literature and reading in general, which he often has to hide from those who don't know him well for fear of being stereotyped. Generally, Hal is afraid of being viewed as something he isn't, or something with a negative connotation, even if it isn't true. Outwardly, he'll brush it off, but inside, it hurts him deeper than most would think.
Hal loves the outdoors, and is obsessed with going out and exploring them. Be it hiking, rock climbing, fishing, camping, or swimming, Hal will go out there and do it. He often drags his friends out, not always to their wishes, but they usually end up having a good time. He swims competitively as a sport, which gives him his surprising physique. He finds animals refreshing, but tires of them quickly, with the exception of dogs. Hal's also a big fan of food. American food, deep fried, baked, barbecue sauce slathered american food. He can eat it because all his exercise keeps him from getting fat. He often jokes about this.
Likes
History
Reading/Literature
The Outdoors/Adventure
Dogs
The New York Giants
Swimming
Movies
Food (especially deep fried)
Dislikes
Sadness
Stereotyping
Math
Cats
Falling Behind
Feeling Helpless
Fears
A return to his depression, Cats
Strengths
History
Athletics
General Cheeriness
Charismatic Interaction
Humor
Organization
Weaknesses
Mislabeling (of himself or others)
MATH
Unsociable people
Stubborn
Inwardly Fragile
There's a place downtown that serves deep-fried burgers! You want to come try them with me?
History
Hal grew up a relatively average kid. His mother died when he was young, but his father was always there, even though he worked long hours as a mechanic. Hal's childhood was spent helping his father fix things and running around in the forest behind his house. Hal didn't have many friends until he reached 6th Grade, when he suddenly found that comedy was a way for him to connect to others. He instantly became a favorite of kids in his grade, and everyone knew him.
Surprisingly, Hal felt alone. His life felt superficial, and his friends phony. After a nasty snub from a girl when he was in 8th grade, Hal spiraled downward into a horrid depression. He spent months like this, feeling like nothing was worth doing. Only once did he ever consider ending it, and nearly went through with it, but in the end, he stopped himself. Finally, his father noticed what was going on and he was sent to a doctor, where he recovered over the next month or so. Amazingly, his school work has not suffered, a brilliant feat of resilience.
Upon his admission to the Ashbury Academy, Hal was overjoyed, if confused. He had no idea why he was admitted, but was glad to get a fresh start after the mess he had made of his middle school life. Hal quickly took up his new mission of making as many people happy as he could, and set out for it with a passion. He eventually developed a more close and earnest group of friends, those who shared some of his likes and beliefs. He finally feels like he's found his place in the world, and wonders what will happen when he has to go out and do it all for real.
Favorite memory
Hanging from a treebranch over a the creek behind his house as a 10 year old. He loved the feeling of being so high but so free. Nothing could beat the feeling of the drop into the creek either.
Least favorite memory
The blackest moment of his depression, when he considered his suicide. He refuses to even think in detail about the incident.
What corporation sent you to Ashbury?
Tromford Automotive is a massive, industrial, car company. Its owner and CEO, Frank Tromford, is worth billions. Tromford cars are considered high quality, cheap vehicles, and are renowned around the world.
While working on a particularly fancy Tromford car, Hal's father unwittingly began a discussion with Mr. Tromford himself. The two hit it off, and Mr. Polwith didn't even realize who the man he took out for drinks was until the end of the night. Mr. Tromford, understanding how difficult paying for college would be for Hal, looked into the boy. He got Hal admitted to Ashbury, a debt to which both Polwith men owe him greatly.
Birthday
October 15th
Twitter Name
@Halpoles
"Hey, c'mon, at least you aren't addicted to drugs or uglier than a bulldog hit by a truck!"
HAL POLWITH
"Hey! How's Your Day? Even if it's bad, I'm still happy to listen!"
Brooke Avery
"Hmm...Tricky. Not the kind of person I work well with, but, I guess I don't dislike her. Don't talk to her much at all."
Given their opposing personalities, Hal and Brooke are not exactly excellent friends. Hal tries to "work his magic" on her when he can, but its fairly obvious to him it doesn't work. He shrugs it off and moves on.
Korrigan Alexander Jackson
"He seems like a nice enough guy. Can't say the hair and eyes don't throw me off. He knows his books, I'll give him that."
Hal and Korrie will probably get along decently, they share some interests. Hal is rather off-put by Korrie's appearance, and often stares, though he thinks Korrie notices more than it appears. Korrie seems to object to Hal's personality, but he doesn't mind.
Amanda Cho
"Such a cute girl. It's really too bad she's so hard on herself... But she does seem to like my company, so can't say I object."
Hal feels this is a girl who needs his help. He tries to act well around her, and works hard to try to boost her self esteem. They're probably a good bet to become friends.
Spencer Dalle
"Christ, what a prick sometimes. We get it, you have red hair. Cheer up bud..."
Hal and Spence are often at odds, given their near opposite personalities. Hal is fed up with hearing the same 10 jokes about Spence's hair color. At least tell original jokes. And, somewhere in Hal's head, he feels sorry for the boy. He does want to help, and be friends, the guy just wont let him.
Maie-Marie Malveaux
"*whistles* Dang! Never met somebody so similar to me! Great girl. Wish she'd race me though. I bet I could win."
Hal secretly has a bit of a crush on Maie. Aside from that, he thinks she's a great person, and he'd love to go out adventuring with her sometime. He appreciates her similar quest to save people, though he thinks hers is more detrimental (to her) than his own.
Laney Kaire Chandler
"She's attractive, that's true. Not really my type though. Seems a bit high-and-mighty, though I guess that's not really her fault..."
Hal finds Laney confusing. She's very outgoing, but at the same time he feels that she towers of the rest of their grade. He often wonders what she's like outside school. He has no real intent of ever finding out, he just likes to think. One of his favorite character studies.
Riley Emerson
"Oy! Don't put me in the ring with her! *laughter* But seriously, toughest damn girl I've ever met. Sometimes, it's even scary. Wish she'd tone it down sometimes though, some people aren't fans."
Hal's intimidated by Riley, though he'd never admit it. She's a very unusual person, so Hal finds her interesting. Hal wonders, though he'd never ask her, if she's trying to hide something with that demeanor. He doubts it, but you never know.
Nathan Matthews
"He's a nice guy, maybe a little too nice. *chuckles* But seriously, I like him. I'd love to see some of his writing, it's always nice to read something from somebody you know."
Hal is essentially an acquaintance of Nathan. They aren't friends per say, but they don't dislike each other. Hal always appreciates somebody as mature as Nathan, and could expect to get along with him well in the future.
Connor MacQuarrie
"If you ever put me on steroids, I think I would be Connor. Though of course, I am more attractive...joking, don't tell him I said that, he could probably beat me up with one hand. Plus he's on the team, so I can't NOT like him."
Hal likes Connor. And he loves hanging out with him. Connor reminds Hal of the brother He never had. Maybe that's a little cheesy, but Hal likes Connor's wild personality. They're best bros.
Brenden Rivers
"Ugh, how can you be such a jerk and so nice at the same time?! Chill bro!
Hal is very put-off by Brenden. The boy's demeanor infuriates him to no end, and Hal is done with it. To put it shortly, Hal stays far away from Brenden. The kind of remarks that come from him can only end badly.
Emilie Delacour
"Emilie is funny. But like sarcastic funny. Snarky I guess. Who am I to argue with snark? Anyway, she's a nice enough girl I guess.
Hal likes Emilie, but is somewhat distracted by her own rapid-happiness nature. Her cynicism washes off him like water on rocks. Understanding her romanticism, Hal tries to make sure he doesn't give off the wrong vibes.
Aspen Hancock
My man! This guy's got a sick backstroke, let me tell you. Honestly, this is the only guy I'd bet against myself on. Plus he takes wicked pictures."
Hal and Aspen are teammates, to put it lightly. Because they share a sport, Hal knows Aspen better than a lot of the other students, especially because the Swim Team is so small. Given both boys are supportive and caring, they get along even better. Hal's humor is the perfect counter to Aspen's quietness.
Acacia Hancock
She's great. I have NEVER met somebody that social, and she's not obnoxious about it at all. And that girl can move. Don't let her size fool you, she has skills. Like, if I had to pick somebody to teach my how to dance, I'd pick her. Seriously though, I need help, do you know anybody?"
Hal is a fan of Acacia, but then, who isn't? He always appreciates her energy and leading talent. But he worries about her clinginess, though he'd never say it to her face. He knows her quiet well because of his relationship with Aspen, and considers her a friend.
Questions for Hal
How many shoes do you own? What types?
"Shoes? Um, okay, weird way to start. I guess I own four sets. Regular shoes, Running shoes, slides for the pool deck, and a pair of work/hiking boots."
Are you on social media? Who’s in your profile pictures with them?
"Yeah, I've got a twitter, I mostly use it to follow other people. Just me in my picture right now, but I've been meaning to change it..."
How many romantic relationships have you had?
"Oh ho ho, looking to see if I'm a playa? Sorry, Connor taught me that. I've had a few girlfriends, nothing serious though."
Are you right- or left-handed?
"Righty all the way! I sign with my left though so its harder to forge. Can't have anyone stealing my patent for real-cheese cheese hats (Don't ask)."
What charities do you donate to?
"Charities? I don't really have enough money to donate to charities. I guess if I did it would be to Red Cross or one of the anti-hunger campaigns."
What are your biggest fears?
"Aw c'mon, really? ...Fine, cats, I hate cats. They give me the heebie jeebies. Feels like they're going to eat my soul, you know?"
How much money do you make?
"Enough. Thats not any of your buisiness. My parents aren't rich like all these other kids, so I actually have to work for my money, so back off."
What is your ethnicity?
"Classic white person answer time: I'm half Polish, a quarter Swedish, and a quarter Scottish. Mostly, I'm a pale white European. But I'm also an American!"
Do you speak with an accent?
"I think American neutral is an accent. I can do a pretty good Russian accent too. I've never been able to nail a Scottish one, though I want to.
What did you dress as for Halloween last year?
"Go Big or go Home! Me and this sophomore guy teamed up to sit on each other's shoulders and we were this like 11 foot tall troll thing. It was great until some little kids accidentally knocked us over."
What are your email addresses, blogs, and websites? Passwords?
"That's too personal. Especially the passwords. Back off."
What are you superstitious about?
"I don't like to walk under ladders. Not because of bad luck or whatever, I just don't want to get squished."
Are you allergic to anything?
"Not that I know of. It would suck to be allergic to peanuts. They're great. Especially as peanut butter....mmmm"
What hobbies do you have?
"Lets see, swimming, running, biking, hiking, kayaking, eating, rock climbing, adventuring, reading, watching movies, eating, did I say eating twice? I'm a big fan."
Do you keep secrets?
"That depends. If you ask me to keep the girl you like a secret, sure. But if you set fire to old man Jenkin's truck (long story), I'm calling the cops. Plus, if you feel like shit, thats something I'm telling about, I don't care whether you asked me not to, its too important.
What are your astrological signs?
"Ugh, that BS? Nope, sorry, no idea. Whatever October is I guess."
What are your tastes in movies, books, and music?
"Okay, Books: I'll read anything that isn't romance or random vauge non-fiction, though my favorite authors are Tolkien and Bradbury. Movies, I'm a big fan of action, thrillers, and comedy, Shawshank Redemption is my favorite. Music, I'm a pretty wide range guy, anything from Coldplay up through Green Day and Arctic Monkeys. No death metal though, ugh."
Do you have scars?
"Yeah, I've got this one wicked one *lifts shirt* right here across my chest. I think I got it from a tree branch, but I tell people I wrestled a bear."
What are your feelings on gay marriage, abortion, legalization of marijuana, or other controversial topics?
"I'm pretty liberal I guess. Pro-gay, pro-abortion and all that. I think we shouldn't restrict gun rights, just do better background checks though. No reason to take all the guns away."
Any tattoos or piercings?
"Ugh, gross, no. I can't stand to even look at them. Maybe ears, but not on guys and little kids, it's just weird."
What does your handwriting look like?
"Couldn't get much worse if you ran my hand over with a truck. I am the bane of every handwritten essay ever. Thank god for keyboards, am I right?"
What is your religious background?
"My dad and I were never very religious. We celebrated Christmas and Easter and stuff, but I don't think I've ever been in a church except for a funeral."
Where do you like to shop?
"Shop? I'm not much of a shopper. I guess I like outdoor stores and bookstores. I want to buy a machete from REI, they look awesome, but I don't actually know what I'd do with it."
What is your relationship like with your sibling(s)?
"I'm an only child. I guess Connor is kind of like a brother, and the team are like my cousins or something? But I don't really know what it's like."
Do you have enemies? How did you make them?
"I hope I don't have any enemies. If I do, maybe they have a peanut allergy. Then I can throw peanuts at them."
What are your ambitions? Do you have a “five-year plan”?
"A five year plan? What am I, a communist? I guess I'm gonna run an automotive company. Before Ashbury, I wanted to teach history at a university. But I'm okay with making billions. *Slightly forced laughter*"
What are their political preferences?
"Like I said, I'm pretty liberal. I guess I'm like, a moderate liberal or something? I don't really care."
What do they habitually keep in their cupboards, medicine cabinets, and wallet?
"I have no idea, thats the one place I'm completely disorganized. I always have my license and my phone, thats about it."
What are their favorite outfits/pieces of clothing?
"My NY Giants baseball cap, even though we suck this year. And my orange-blue flannel shirt, the only shirt I have left from home. All the rest of my stuff I bought here.
What do they keep in remote storage?
"I guess the stuff I left at home is remotely stored. But I don't own a storage unit or anything. Don't those things end up as meth-joints a lot?
Are they night owls or morning people?
"Definetly a morning person. I can get up and swim, or run, or bike, or hike. There's so much mroe to do early in the morning! |
53,115 | 1,443 | 3 | 1,770 | 712 | Connor cracked open another Jam! Turbo, his third of the day. He swallowed half of it in two gulps, then filled it back up with vodka, courtesy of Kyle’s old driver’s license. Connor kept a stash of beer around for himself, but trying to bring useful amounts of beer to a party was too much trouble. Much easier to just bring liquor.
School had gone alright that day; the assembly wasn’t too painful, and it had been nice to catch up with his favorite teachers. He’d already tracked down his friends when they arrived back in res after the summer, and found anyone he’d missed at the swim team meeting that afternoon.
New of the party had come to him a dozen different ways; Acacia’s tweet, a flurry of texts about that tweet, and finally Aspronaut’s announcement at swim practice. Connor was, of course, always ready for a party. He put the final touches on his hair, carefully styled to look like it definitely hadn’t been styled. Satisfied, he threw on a plain black vneck, jeans, and his lacoste sneakers. He shoved a few bottles of vodka into a backpack, along with a towel so they didn’t clink too obviously.
“Hal, bruh, I’m gonna grab Nate, meet you in the lobby.”
He didn’t quite catch Hal’s response from the other bathroom, but he figured Hal got the message. Connor slipped out into the hall, heading down a few doors until he reached the suite that Nate and Brenden shared. He knocked loudly, vaguely hoping Brenden wasn’t in there. | Connor MacQuarrie
"GET ON MY LEVEL BRAH!"
-Connor McQuarrie
Name
Connor Molson McQuarrie
Nicknames
Comac, Conan
Age
18
Gender
Male
Sexual Orientation
Straight as a question mark (OOC note, trying to decide if I want to make this a story point for him, I'll decide later)
Grade Level
Junior
Appearance
Connor is a pretty big guy, around 6’2’’ and about 200 lbs. He has dirty blonde hair that gets darker in the winter, and he likes to keep it short. He’s spent a lot of time working on his body and is proud of the results, maybe a little too proud. His eyes are blue-gray, though they look a little different depending on what he’s wearing. He doesn't worry too much about what he's wearing; usually jeans and a well fitted tshirt, though he does have a few suits and an excellent tie collection, if you can coax him into wearing them. The only aspect of his appearance he spends any time on - aside from his physique - is his hair; it takes a lot of work to make it look like he doesn't put any effort into it.
"I just want to make gains and play games"
Personality
It’s hard being a diplomat’s kid, but Connor has adapted well to the lifestyle. Moving around so much meant he got to be very good at making new friends, though not so great at keeping them. He’s very social and a little on the loud side; some would call him boisterous or unruly, but a few minutes in his company will show that he’s a very kindhearted person. Some might dismiss him as a brainless jock or an arrogant bro, but they would be wrong.
Connor doesn’t exactly crave attention, but he certainly doesn’t mind it and his antics tend to draw plenty of attention. He’s not exactly the class clown, but he has a very exagerated public persona. His speech is laden with little jokes and references and a lot of random and seemingly nonsensical slang, though he adopts a more serious tone in classes or in personal settings. He easily makes friends across all social levels, and has a tendency to assign people arbitrary nicknames. Connor has little patience for pretentious or arrogant people, and even less patience for bullies. He has a tendency to be blunt, which can get him in trouble sometimes.
While he is an honest and loyal guy, Connor has trouble forming close, lasting relationships. Connor is also fairly vain and maybe a little more self-centered than he thinks. Connor is not very good with numbers, and he likes to party a little too much. Those factors combined caused him to fail a year earlier in his highschool career. Connor also struggles with properly expressing his emotions.
Connor’s most visible flaw is that he’s inconsiderate. He doesn’t think much about how his actions or words might affect other people, and assumes that if he’s fine with something, others should be as well. Connor can be completely oblivious to other people's personal space with a tendency to initiate unsolicited physical contact. He unfortunately doesn’t know where to draw the line; for Connor, there is no such thing as “too soon”. This has caused no small amount of problems for him over the years.
Likes
Swimming
Rugby
Fitness
Fine biddies
Getting swole
Video games
Vidya games
Dat gaming life tho
Doges
Football
Dislikes
Dickwads
Fakers
Ferrets
Spicy food
Judgy people
Math
Fears
Sharks, squid, lobsters, whales; the ocean in general.
"GET OUT THE WAY SLOOTS!"
Strengths
Charismatic
Friendly
Loyal
Weaknesses
Difficulty taking things seriously
Parental issues
Indelicate
History
Connor’s father, David MacQuarrie, grew up on a small farm in Idaho. David’s parents were desperately poor, but they did their best to give David an education. David went to a local agricultural college, planning to take over the farm from his father, but his parents were both killed in a car accident less than a year after he graduated. David knew they’d always wanted the best for him, so he sold the farm and against all odds, got into Cornell, where he first studied life sciences before completing an MBA. David began working in Washington as a political aide, then joined the foreign service. It was on his first posting to Ottawa that he met Connor’s mother, Victoria Molson
Victoria’s childhood was the complete opposite of David’s. As a Molson, she was born into Montreal’s most elite social circle and grew up phenomenally wealthy. She attended all the best schools, and was presumably going to marry some rich peer of hers amongst Montreal’s elite. She was working in Ottawa as a political staffer-to secure connections and influence, not because she needed work-when she met David at a reception at the American embassy. The two fell in love and eventually got married, and Victoria left her native Canada to travel the world with David. Naturally, she still has access to all her wealth.
Connor is a hybrid of his two parent’s worlds, which can be difficult. When Connor was growing up, his father tried to impress on him the value of money and hard work, but his family’s wealth deprived Connor of any real understanding of the concept. Even when David became an ambassador, he still scrimped and saved, and prefered doing work around the house himself. On the other hand, Victoria believed in the importance of social class and paying for quality service. Every summer she’d take a charter jet back to Canada with her son and spend the summer at her family’s lakeside estate, while Connor’s dad would fly economy class to join them for a few weeks. The “cottage” was a permanent fixture of Connor’s childhood, and he retains good memories and close friendships from his time up there.
His father was always insisting Connor get a job as soon as possible, while mom thought it would ruin their image if he were to ever set foot in a fast food joint. The result is that Connor is very conflicted about his background; he’s aware of his status and the importance of maintaining that appearance, but he also feels guilty for having an easy life. He knows he’s supposed to appreciate the value of money and hard work, but he has no concept of what real hard work is.
Connor’s father was recently appointed Ambassador to Spain, and while Connor usually went with his parents on postings, they decided his grandfather’s suggestion of Ashbury would give Connor some much needed stability.
What corporation sent you to Ashbury?
The Molson brewing company, the parent company of a dozen beer brands around the world. Connor’s grandfather, the current chair of the board, likes to keep the company in the family, and arranged to send Connor to Ashbury so he can eventually join his uncle and cousin in running the company.
"Biddies gonna bid"
Birthday
May 21, 1997
Astrological Sign
Taurus
Twitter Name
@ComacTheBarbarian
"The only movie to ever make me cry was Top Gun.”
Connor McQuarrie
"That was real tight butthole"
Brooke Avery
"Brock’s legit, she don’t give a fuck bout what fools think, so respect there. Otherwise, in the immortal words of Kendrick Lamar; bitch don’t kill my vibe. Very smashable tho."
Connor likes people who are honest or blunt, but Brooke’s constant negativity really wears him out, so he doesn’t spend much time around her. Their rather distant relationship hasn’t kept him from developing a nickname for her though.
Laney Chandler
”LAHNAY! I swear to jeebus she’s right out of Age of Innocence, she even looks like Michelle Pfieffer, who by the way remains the hottest Catwoman, Anne Hathaway don’t got SHIT. She’s good times.”
Calling her either lah-nay, Michelle Pfieffer, or Catwoman, Connor and Laney have a very pleasant - though somewhat superficial - relationship. She’s nice and honest, qualities Connor appreciates. If there’s more to her, Connor either hasn’t noticed or doesn’t care.
Henry Polwith
”Hal 9000: Aesthetic. Doges. Swamming. History. Reading is radical. We’ve got some serious hivemind going on, I’d swing at fools in a second for him.”
Probably Connor's closest friend at Ashbury, Connor and Hal spend a lot of time around eachother. At the gym, in the pool, talking sports, out for hikes, or pestering someone to help them with math homework, Connor cherishes Hal's company. The two of them spend a lot of time thinking of ways they could illicitly keep a in the dorms...
Maie-Marie Malveaux
“M&M aka M&M&M aka Cardio Bunny appreciates fitness and thusly I appreciate the shit out of her. She got no time for fools, all the time for friends, and I will dunk on haters who talk shit about her I GORANTEE IT. Plus she’s got unlimited amounts of Jam! Turbo aka water of life.”
Connor and Marie are at their best when doing something physical and high energy together, but putting them in the same class is a guaranteed disaster, something the school's administration was quick to notice. Their exuberant personalities bounce off eachother in something reminiscent of a nuclear fission reaction; a party with the two of them in the same room is destined to get too wild, especially if they're downing Jam! drinks (which they constantly are).
Spencer Dalle
”That kid’s sneaky like snakes. Shits on everyone who’s nice to him, thinks he’s better than everyone else, grade A douchecanoe. Not tight butthole, not tight at all.”
Connor doesn’t go out of his way to be hostile to Spencer, but he makes no secret of his feelings. The two do not get along at all.
Korrigan Jackson
”Korrigan Hackson, member of the PCMasterRace, giver of zero fucks, master of CS:GO. May K/D ratio be high and your lag low, amen”
Connor and Korrie spend a lot of time gaming together online, but almost no time together in real life. Connor tends to tease Korrie about his hair alot; he thinks he’s doing it in a friendly way, but is perhaps a little blind to Korrie’s feelings about it.
Amanda Hirano
”One quiet biddy, don’t really know her too well. She’s tiny, but very fine, would tenderly romance/10, anything else would split her in half amirite?”
A hurricane doesn’t bear any ill will towards a beach house. The hurricane might even like the beach house. That doesn’t change the fact that the hurricane will likely flatten the beach house. Connor’s loud, exuberant personality is completely at odds with Amanda’s quieter demeanor, making any kind of friendship all but impossible.
Nathan Matthews
”Nate’s great. Great gym buddy. Great friend. He’s good to people, you know? I don’t have a nickname for him, nothing really hit me when I met him and, much like buttex, you can’t force it. He needs to relax more tho.
Both extroverted, amiable people, Nate and Connor quickly became friends. They can regularly be found at the gym together, and when Connor does get around to studying - so not very often - he does so with Nate. Connor often pesters Nate to come to parties with him, and his apparent disregard for his academics can be a source of friction between the two of them.
Brenden Rivers
"Man he's pretty, no homo. Too bad he's a twofaced dickwad. Ain't got no time for people who smile at their friends then drop a deuce right in their face. I'm outty 5000."
Connor thinks Brenden is duplicitous and mean, traits he has exactly zero tolerance for. He avoids Brenden as much as possible.
Emilie Delacour
"OH LAWDY, would smash with the fury of a thousand burning suns/10. The other day she spilled a glass of water on her shirt and I nearly fainted from blood loss, if you know what I mean."
Friendly but not close, Connor tends to flirt outrageously with Emilie. Both of them are high energy and fun loving; it's not a party until the two of them are there.
Erin Emerson
"Remerson's pretty chill, she's got balls of steel though and she likes football, so dats cool. Pretty high strung though, she needs to go on a vision quest."
Connor thinks of Riley as "one of the guys", though they don't spend all that much time together. His inappropriate sense of humour sometimes causes conflict between the two of them.
Aspen Hancock
"#Aesthetic. We ride together we die together we dunk on fools together, bro squad 4 loife."
Initially drawn together by Hal and the swim team, Connor and Aspen have become good friends in their own right. Aspen definitely falls into Connor's preferred category of genuinely nice people. Aspen's easygoing nature makes him well suited to taking Connor's exuberance in stride.
1. How many shoes do they own? What types?
Dress shoes, casual shoes, wearing around shoes, running shoes, winter boots, hiking boots...so 6.
2. Are they on social media? Who’s in their profile pictures with them?
Aye. Twitter, instagram for the hoes, FB. And me, friends from up north, rad doges I meet.
3. How many romantic relationships have they had?
Bruh. So many
4. Are they right- or left-handed?
Ambidextrous. Pretty much next level human right here.
5. What charities do they donate to?
The Comac Institute for Getting Jacked as Hell.
6. What are their biggest fears?
Deep ocean shit. I’ve seen Jaws, mankind is not meant to go down there.
(OOC note: Rejection, not fitting in, isolation)
7. How much money do they make?
Hm let me ask my accountant how my 401k is doing OH WAIT I’M IN HIGHSCHOOL FUCKBOI!
8. What is their ethnicity?
White. Proly some europe in there, vikings giving me strongth.
9. Do they speak with an accent?
Nah son. Except tomato. To-mah-to. I will fight you.
10. What did they dress as for Halloween last year?
Conan the barbarian. Do that one pretty often tbh.
11. What are their email addresses, blogs, and websites? Passwords?
connor.mcquarrie@gmail for super serious business, tonguepuncher69@live for everything else. Oh and steam is Douglas Loife
12. What are they superstitious about?
Nah brah, I bench ladders.
13. Are they allergic to anything?
I used to be lactose intolerant, but I expelled that weaksauce from my body with pure willpower.
14. What hobbies do they have?
Swamming, gaming, ballin, blazin.
15. Do they keep secrets?
Bro, I lock that shit up tighter than a taliban in guantanamo.
(OOC note: ehhh not so much. Tends to forget they’re ‘secret’.)
16. What are their astrological signs?
Taurus. Strong like bull.
17. What are their taste in movies, books, and music?
Movies: Star Wars, get with it or GTFO. Music: whatever gets me going you know? Lots of EDM for workout playlists. Book: George RR Martin and his bullshit can suck deez nuts, Wheel of Time all the way. Also non-fiction bout Europe 1900-1950.
18. Do they have scars?
On my knuckle from 1 hit KOing some fool.
(OOC note; he scraped his knuckle on the edge of a pool)
19. What are their feelings on gay marriage, abortion, legalization of marijuana, or other controversial topics?
I’m not a 60 year old Texan, so pro gay marriage, pro choice, pro mexicans, and pro dank ass weed.
20. Any tattoos or piercings?
Got one of my nips done in Amsterdam last year, #yoloswaggins.
21. What does their handwriting look like?
It’s totally legible, don’t know what teachers are always complaining about.
(OOC note: it’s atrocious)
22. What is their religious background?
Mom used to take me and my brother to church, some kind of protestant I guess. It’s been a while.
23. Where do they like to shop?
H&M. Plain vnecks for 7$, is there anything more to this life?
24. What is their relationship like with their sibling(s)?
Kyle’s alright, he can be a total asshat sometimes, but he’s got my back.
25. Do they have enemies? How did they make them?
Ain’t nobody got time for that. I leave shitheads by the side of the road, not gonna grace them with my attention.
26. What are their ambitions? Do they have a “five-year plan”?
I don’t know what I’m doing next week and you’re asking me about next year? Sheet no bro.
27. What are their political preferences?
I haven’t really lived anywhere long enough to give two fucks about who gets elected.
28. What do they habitually keep in their cupboards, medicine cabinets, and purses?
Advil, caffeine pills and alka seltzer.
29. What are their favorite outfits/pieces of clothing?
My number 1 tank.
30. What do they keep in remote storage?
Wat. Do I look like I’m on Hoarders? Why would I have remote storage?
31. Are they night owls or morning people?
Both, just that amazing.
(OOC note: night owl. Only dedication/vanity gets him up in the morning, along with energy drinks.) |
53,116 | 1,443 | 4 | 2,283 | 189 | Nathan stepped out of the computer hall when his interview with Martha had finished and looked down at his watch, "Shoot is it already that late" he murmured as he quickened his pace towards the pool. He had promised Connor to help him with their innovations and math homework. The annoying part of it was that it had to be poolside as the swim team almost always practiced. As he strolled across the courtyard he smiled and waved at the people he knew from his classes and from the school paper, it was quite nice to be back at Ashbury.
He arrived at the activity building and made his way to the pool, when he got there he saw that the team was already assembled. "Hey guys! How's practice going?" But before someone could answer him the door opened and Aspen entered with his usual smile telling them about the party he and Acacia was throwing later that night. So after sitting on the bleachers watching the guys swim and doing homework and trying to make sense of Connors notes, Nathan headed back to his room to get ready for the night.
"Hey Brenden! Are you home?" Nathan shouted as he closed the door to their room. He heard his roommate make a noise from inside his room.
After his shower Nathan looked at his reflection in the misted up mirror. This party is one of the major events of the school year, it has been since their sophomore year and the people who missed this would miss the opportunity to get great friends that'll probably last a lifetime. Fortunately for Nathan he gets to go there with some of his best friends already! He stepped out of his bathroom and started to rummage through his wardrobe to find something to wear. He finally settled on a shirt/jumper combo with dark brown pants. Just as he was checking his appearance one last time he heard a familiar banging on the front door. Connor, he thought and grinned as he rushed out to see Brenden talking with Connor in the doorway.
“Oh, hello Connor. You’re here for Nathan right?” Brenden had nothing against Connor. His personality could be a bit much at times, but he wasn’t bad. He assumed they were headed to the party together. That was where just about everyone was going, after all.
“So are you sure you don’t want to come with us? There’s still room in the car.” Nathan asked as he was putting on his jacket.
Connor and Nathan said good bye to Brendan and set of downstairs to meet the others who were waiting in the lobby. While they were walking down the stairs Nathan noticed the muffled clinking erupting from Connor’s backpack. Nathan shot his friend a bemused look “Dude, how much do you have in there? Or rather how much have you had?” He asked chuckling
“Just enough TO GO HAM!” Connor hollered loudly and made a pumping motion and filling his JAM can with vodka. Nathan scoffed and shook his head feeling glad he offered to be the designated driver. If he knew “the bro squad” right, things could get wild at this and he felt that someone should be in control and get them home safely.
Nathan put his car in to park and turned the engine of and looked around, the guys had already worked their way out of the car and started ther assent to the mansion. He stepped out and locked the car looking up at the Hancock's getaway mansion. As he followed his friends he couldn't help but wonder how rich the Hancock family actually are. As their group stepped up on the porch he saw a familiar face standing in the light emanating from the open front doors it was Emilie talking to a guy Nathan had only seen around the courtyard, he was rather hard to miss with the startling red and black eyes.
"Hello there Em! Glad that you came, see you in there yeah?" He put an arm around her and squeezed her shoulder "Hello nice to meet you I'm Nathan." He said and smiled at Korrie as he passed him. Nate followed the guys in to the mansion, he smiled as Connor announced his arrival. Nathan shrugged of his jacket and hung it on the wall and then looked around, to find Acacia he needed to thank her for throwing this party again. It took some time but eventually he found her refilling a bowl of chips, "Hey Ace!" He half shouted over the blaring music "How are you! How did first day go?" Nathan said while he embraced her "This is a success as usual." He said gesturing around at the laughing and dancing students. | "Whatever you are feeling... just write it down"
-Nathan Matthews
Name
Nathan Duncan Matthews
Nicknames
Nate, he got it because it's shorter than Nathan... it doesn't bother him. At least it's not as bad as the nickname his sister made up "Than" that he despises!
Age
18
Gender
Male
Sexual Orientation
Bisexual
Grade Level
Senior
Appearance
Nathan stands at quite the average height of 5'11" and ha a stockier build which he likes to keep toned by going on runs and going to the gym. He keeps his dark brown hair short-ish with some length kept up top so he has something to work with, not that he styles it really but sometimes he likes to spend some time on grooming. His face is usually lit up with a radiant smile except for when he is in deep concentration because then it is almost always screwed up with his tongue peeking out from the corner of his mouth. Nathan has a rather round and plump face for someone who is as fit as he is, but his sister always tells him that it suits his aura of kindness, it makes him more approachable according to her.
When it comes to clothing Nathan goes for comfort more than anything in his day to day life, but he owns a few suits and blazers that he uses on occasion. He knows when to dress up and when to bust out the sweats! Usually he dresses in jumpers, t-shits, cardigans and jeans with a matching shoe.
"Dude chill! No wait... probably keep you guard up!"
Personality
Nathan is what you would call a mothers dream. He is tall somewhat handsome and gets good grades. If he still had a mother she would probably be bragging about him to everyone who would listen and Nathan would of course sit red faced and deny every bit of praise shot his way, because such is Nathan humble to the point of delusion of his own worth. He refuses to put him self over anyone else because he believes that his triumphs is solely based on luck and great timing, rather than his hard work and diligence. The one thing he took away from his father was that if you wanted a good life you had to work hard, nothing was ever going to be handed to you. So therefore Nathan almost never slacks of when it comes to work or school which can be to the annoyance of his friends when he says no to the second party in a row.
Kind at heart Nathan will always be the one to listen to your stories good or bad because he is a people person who cares deeply for social interaction and he likes to have a large network of contacts and keep those bonds as strong as possible. He is to his own fault sometimes to trusting though as he likes to see the best in everyone even if they clearly doesn't have his best interest at heart and he has been let down because of this a lot of times. Though he feels like an positive outlook on life is what creates a great one and he will stick to that until the day he dies.
He has a kindness to him which makes him extremely approachable and that might be why he always gives a cheery "Hello!" at you when you pass him in the hall. Though his cheery exterior is somewhat hard to crack since he keeps his chewy personal center mostly to himself, only his closest friends know about his family situation and he likes to keep it that way.
Nathan always wanting to always make the right choice not only by him but for the people around him makes him very indecisive and that often results in him missing out on things that could better his future or others. This is a trait he is trying to shake of by being more care free and take risks, but even in this he is unsure of what this is and when to be care free. He is an notorious over-thinker and will focus on one small aspect and obsess over it until it's fixed or vanishes somehow.
He is also quite rancorous, if someone had been mean to him or otherwise done something that he does not agree with, he will hold it against that person until he is proven wrong. He can be a loyal friend but he can also drop you without a backwards glance if you piss him off enough.
Likes
His sister
Sandwiches
Running
Writing
Photography
Kissing
Eating out
Dislikes
His father
Cold showers
Birds
Bananas
Fears
Ornithophobia - Fear of birds "I Just don't trust something that feels like it can poop anywhere it wants!"
He also fears that his sister resents him for leaving her behind
"Yeah... but would you look at how great the sky looks like?!"
Strengths
Quick witted
Positive
Patient
Calculative
Weaknesses
To trusting
Indecisive
Unsure of himself
History
Nathan was born in to the middle class family of Liam and Molly Matthews and had a normal childhood and even had the great pleasure to have a cute baby sister enter his life. So he and his sister Addison had the start of a quite normal and happy childhood until tragedy happened when he was six, his mother was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer at a routine check up. And though she put up a good fight for a couple of months she eventually succumbed to the demon growing inside of her and she passed away. Naturally the family was broken down in despair Molly Matthews was the guiding light for so many people and mostly so for Nathan's father Liam who took the death of his darling wife so hard he went in to a depression so deep that he was not recognizable, he lost his job as an high school psychology teacher and subsequently loss the house in which they had been living in, which meant they had to move in with Nathan's grandparents.
His father never really recovered from his wife's death and spent most of the day lying in bed being unreachable and while Nathan would never go as far as to say that it was neglect, he can not say that his father raised him. That lot fell on his loving grandparents. But as time wore on his grandparents grew weary of Liam's behavior and eventually made him go back to his teachers job, which meant they had to move away to the prestigious school that had graciously hired his father.
With his father working all the time now to provide for them Nathan now had to take care of not only himself but also for his sister Addison, and why he would never say that this was a bother to him. He was robbed of his childhood as he had to grow up far to early than a normal boy should have to. Now in his late teens he is very protective of his sister and will go through anything to aid her in what ever she asks of. But his relationship with his father is forever tarnished and Nathan can't see a way that this could be mended.
Favorite memory
Watching Saturday morning cartoons with his sister in his lap and his mother behind him stroking his hair.
Least favorite memory
Long days spent at their neighbors Mrs. Dilly in her cabbage smelling apartment watching old black and white movies while his father was at work.
What corporation sent you to Ashbury?
Matthews & Spearling publishing is the publishing house that his grandfather co-founded and he would like to keep it in the family. But since his own son probably never will be in the shape to take over the company Mr. Matthews Sr. has put all his money on his grandson. He has noticed that Nathan has a great interest in literature and writing, which he took as a sign to make sure he was to become his predecessor.
So to sharpen Nathan in the departments that he needs to run a large company and to give him the skill sets to succeed at the job, Nathan was sent to Ashbury by his grandfather.
"What?! You haven't read this? Here take it! NOW!"
Birthday
July 6th, 1997
Astrological Sign
Cancer
Twitter Name
Twitter: @NateMate
Instagram: YourMateNate
YourMateNate:"Aah, ice cream just the way I like it!"
"You know, I think this will be an awesome day!"
Nathan hurried up the stairs of the main building and stopped in front of the door in to the computer hall. He opened the door slowly and poked his head in and potted the editor of the yearbook waving at him from a computer in the far left corner. Nathan smiled and walked over to her.
"So, why did you want to see me Martha?" Nathan asked with a puzzled look on his face but smiling as he sat down. "Oh I just want to get like a general idea of what people think about each other at this school you know!" he raised his eyebrows at her answer "But..." he started "Yes! I know it's weird but I'm trying a different angle this year, I just have questions about people I've seen you hang around and such..." Martha said in an indifferent tone. This wasn't that surprising since Martha Banks was notorious for knowing everything about everyone, though he was skeptical to whether her idea was going to be passed by the school board or not but he decided to go along with it anyway "Ok shoot!" Nathan said to her with a wide grin.
Brooke Avery
“Aah Brooke. D’you know the first thing she said to me when we met? “I hate the color green” While staring at my green tie. I couldn’t do anything else but laugh could I? People might think that I and Brooke are the strangest couple of friends at Ashbury, she hating everything and me liking just about everything, and they would be right at first glance. Brooke insults me at every chance she gets, which is often but I can’t help it I just finds her adorably funny and I don’t really care what she says because I can see the smirk hidden beneath the scowl. You could say I killed Brooke with kindness… or… well at least wore her down, and I am now proud to call myself one of Brooke’s friends!”
Laney Kaire Chandler
“Uhm Laney and I aren’t friends per se though I’d like to change that. I mean I think she at least knows who I am; god knows I know who she is. W-w-well because we’re in a lot of the same classes! Hah! It’s not like I’m stalking her, let’s just call them happy coincidences. Or better yet let’s change the subject! Point is, yes I know of Laney and I think she is nice and she seems like she got her stuff together and that is good, y’know? Can we maybe strike this one out?”
Hal Polwith
“Henry! Yeah that kid is awesome. It’s not often you see him without a smile and I love that, plus his dedication to the swim team also known as “The Bro Squad” is just remarkable! We mostly know each other through Connor and we hang out from time to time but not as much as I would like! But If I’m not mistaken Connor said he refused to go to the next rager without his two main “Broskis” and I mean I don’t think I can turn down another party invite from Connor. So hopefully We can all get along!”
Maie-Marie Malveaux
“So we hang out with a lot of the same people right, one would think she would know me by now. But I find myself introducing myself to her every time we meet. I find it quite endearing actually, I guess fault lies with me I must not be making a strong enough impression on her! I might have to change that!”
Korrigan Alexander Jackson
“That’s the guy who looks like a walking hot topic right? No wait that was mean, it’s just that he wears that stuff to make some kind of statement I guess? But what is that statement? Also I heard from a reasonably good source that he is like a super hacker or something, rumor has it that he brought down a major corporation from the inside when it leaked that the company used child labor! That’s wicked if it’s true, like a modern day vigilante! I wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of his skills… which is why I’d appreciate if the hot topic comment stayed between us!”
Spencer Dalle
“I mean I’m not saying he should be hunted down and hung or something but someone should say something to him to make him shut up! I like to see the best in every one but Spencer is just… mean for a lack of a better work, just plain mean. Every time I even so much as try to speak to him in a pleasant tone he just gives me a look of disgust and tells me people like me make’s him sick and leaves. And even I have my limits and some people are just too far gone that even the nicest people can’t bring them back.”
Amanda Hirano
“ひらのさん！はい私のともだちだよ！Heh, Sorry I studied Japanese last semester and Amanda helped me a great deal. She always did it without so much as a sigh at my somewhat poor pronunciation! Don’t even get me started on the particles it took us forever to get through that chapter! I just feel like she’s nervous around me for some reason. I like to think of her as a surrogate little sister and hopefully she thinks of me as a brotherly figure!”
Connor MacQuarrie
“I don’t even know what to say really. My life would be vastly different without Connor in it, I think he helps me to be a better person and I like to think that I help him be one too. He’s the one who gets my but in to that gym every morning and also makes me do the actual exercises! You should see the training schedule he has written for me; it’s intense to say the least. It’s also fascinating that someone that large can be that fast in the pool. Though if I ever had to say something that bothers me sometimes is his way he talks about “smashing” girls left and right, it’s like I get it you hard and all but… dude… come on. But in short I love the big bear of a guy I always have and I always will!”
Brenden Rivers
“All I’m going to say is, putting people down and putting yourself on some deluded pedestal is something that just grosses me out! No matter how many times Brenden says “It’s just a joke!” it doesn’t change anything, the remarks still hurt people, and he knows it which makes it even worse! I will say this though, the boy has perfect hair it’s always like perfectly quaffed. I find myself staring at it in class sometimes. I know he can be nice at times and I do like to talk to him when he isn’t making snide remarks about people.”
Riley Emerson
“I couldn’t tell you much about her, she seems to avoid me in the halls for some reason. But I do know that she has a foul mouth that could rival Connor’s and that is a great feat for anyone girl or boy!”
Emilie Delacour
“I love the way she says my name “Nah-tahn”, accents are the best and French is a language that intrigues me on some level! I haven’t really hung out with Emilie for some time but when we do laughter is not far away so it never really does matter that we don’t see much of each other because every time we meet up it’s like no time has passed. But I will make an effort to hang out more, maybe she would like to go for a coffee or something!”
Aspen Hancock
“Me and Asp actually go way back, we met at one of the magazines my grandpa publishes release parties a couple of years ago and we got to talking about the photography in the magazine and how good it was and as it were it was Aspen who had shot it. We have a mutual interest in the medium and he actually shot my favorite picture of my sister the last time she came and visited.”
Nathan blinked up at Martha "So is that all you wanted from me?" He began to rise from his seat. "No no, we haven't gotten to you yet have we?" Martha smiled up at him and motioned a hand for Nathan to regain his seat. He let out a small chuckle and sat down, This yearbook i intense this year! He thought and sat back down. "So what do you want to know Martha?" She dived down in to her bag and retrieved a piece of paper "I've compiled a few questions, 31 to be exact which I think will be interesting for the yearbook!" Nathan took the paper that she handed to him and scanned it.
How many shoes do you own? What types?
"Well if you mean all in all I think I have about 5 pairs of shoes, 3 pair of sneakers, 1 pair of gym shoes and a pair of dress shoes. Though I've been meaning to get a mew pair of running shoes. Brands? Uhm when it comes to sneakers I like Vans... or sneaky steve."
Are you on social media? Who's with you on your profile picture?
"Yeah, I'm on Facebook and Instagram, I never really understood twitter. Oh yeah I'm on tumblr too!My profile pick i just me I believe."
How many romantic relationship(s) do you have?
"Right now none... But I've been in 2 relationships 3 if you count Susie Roleski in 2nd grade, no? Then 2."
Are you right or left handed?
"I'm a lefty unfortunately because I smudge everything! And cutting with the right handed scissors in the classrooms are a pain!"
What charities do you donate to?
"Well I give 10$ to UNICEF every month because I feel like the work they do for children in third world countries are very important and if I can spare 10 dollars to hep in some small way, you bet I will!"
What are your biggest fears?
"You sure don't spare on the deep questions do you? Well... it's silly really but birds freak me out something terrible. They always have, I think it's the way they move... so quick and out of no where! Haha I'm sorry I couldn't give you something more interesting."
How much money do you make?
"I hardly think this needs to be in the yearbook! Let's just say that being an assistant at a magazine pays good enough for someone in high school."
What is your ethnicity?
"My dad's Irish and my mom was Polish"
Do you speak with an accent?
"Uhm I don't know... Do I? Emilie says I sound like a newscaster from "Ze nuuews" as she calls it."
What did you dress for Halloween last year?
"Oh! I was a bunch of grapes!"
What are your email addresses, blogs and websites?
"[email protected], yourmatenate.tumblr.com and that's about it I think."
What is your religious background?
I was raised Jewish, but I'm not practicing. The lure of bacon was to strong."
What are you superstitious about?
"I'm not very superstitious actually, I avoid putting keys on the table. My mom used to say tat brought you bad luck and it just stuck with me I guess."
Are you allergic to anything?
"Pollen... every spring I'm a sniveling mess!"
What hobbies do you have?
"Well I like writing be it fiction or just my thoughts, I also like photography not professional like Asp only for fun like an hobby. I also enjoy editing photos and video, it's relaxing somehow.
Do you keep secrets?
"Yes, always! If someone entrust me with something personal I wouldn't... Oh you mean y own secrets? Of course, don't we all?"
What is your astrological sign?
"Cancer"
What are your tastes in movies, books and music?
"I love scary movies, oh don't get me wrong they terrify me! But they're so entertaining. When it comes to books I would say I like to read fiction novels, like Nick Hornby or David Nicholls. Music? I would say I listen to a wide arrange of genres, I like to pick and choose!"
Do you have scars?
Nope.
What are your thoughts on gay marriage, abortion, legalization of marijuana or other controversial topics?
"Well first of anyone is free to love whom ever they want and that's no one else's business! When it comes to abortion all there is to say is that I as a male will never ever have to make that choice and therefore my opinion is that abortion should be an option. As for the green? I support it!"
Any tattoos or piercings?
"No, I think I'd pass out in the chair."
What does your handwriting look like?
"I've been told it's pretty neat... Uhm here I'll show you. Do you have a pen?
There you have it"
Where do you usually shop?
"I usually shop at Urban Outfitters or H&M I am very basic haha."
What is your relationship with your siblings?
Great! I love my sister, I have to call her now that you mention it!"
Do you have enemies? How do you make them?
"Oh jeez I hope not! I wouldn't know how I got them if I have any... Uhm I guess I can be a bit annoying at times... well that's what Brooke tells me anyways."
What are your ambitions? Do you have a five-year plan?
I am here aren't I! No but hopefully after graduation Grandpa will give me more responsibility at the publishing house, I would like to run the food & travel magazine "Globetrotter". That's what I'm reaching for right now!
What are your political preferences?
"Uhm is this really relevant for the yearbook? Liberal I guess."
What do you habitually keep in your cupboards, medicine cabinets, and purses?
"Toothpaste and brush, a barely opened hair wax jar, some aspirin and uh... my glaucoma medicine."
What are your favorite outfits/pieces of clothing?
My wine red sweater with grey chinos and my vans.
What do you keep in remote storage?
Who has a remote storage now a days? If you're not keeping your drug money in there... which I'm not by the way!"
Are you a night owl or a morning person?
Unfortunately I'm a night owl. As I've said only reason I get up in the morning is because Connor makes me... oh and the red bull helps! |
53,117 | 1,443 | 5 | 1,287 | 533 | Maie-Marie Malveaux // Amanda Hirano
After her first day of sophomore year, which was about as schoolish as you'd expect, Maie-Marie had sprinted back to her dorm and slammed herself down on her bed, throwing open her laptop and mash-clicking on her recent downloads. She'd queued several new shows for downloading, and surely they'd all be done. It was important that she get an episode on screen post-haste. If she could get one up right away, she could watch three episodes before she had to start getting ready to go back out to the party tonight instead of two. Trying to force a third in while there wasn't enough time could result in her being late by whole minutes, and that was an unacceptable outcome. The later it got, the more excuses her roomate might find not to go. At least, that's what Marie was thinking. Whether or not Amanda-san wanted to go was a case Marie couldn't crack, but it didn't matter. She was going to go because everybody was going to go. Even more importantly, Marie didn't know Amanda's walking speed. How fast could such a shy flower possibly run? She didn't seem as athletic as Marie, that was for sure. And she probably wasn't as enthusiastic either. Maybe... maybe if I can get her to run away from something instead of towards the party, she could run at unparalled speed? You always saw that in anime, even reclusive girls could achieve lightspeed travel if they were running away from a big insect or something.
"Okay, that is another episode of Azumanga, KinMoza and Hidamari done. For now, this will have to do." Since school was starting, she'd been craving slice of life shows about schoolgirls, especially feel-good comedies. These really got her in the mood to go back to school for some reason. With no actual outlet to pursue that itch, she resigned herself to getting ready for the party instead. Stepping into the bathroom, she splashed some water on her face and then ran back to her room to get changed. Tonight was special, so maybe a sloppy tracksuit was not called for? Instead she tossed on a pair of slim-fitting biking shorts and a form-fitting t-shirt (men's extra-small athletic fit.) After a brief moment of introspection, she threw a zip-up hoodie on over top and called it done. Making her way back to the bathroom, she yelled at her roommate, being too 'busy' to actually get her or anything.
"Senpaaaaaaaaai~ It is almost time for us to go, do you need more time to prepare?"
Amanda gave a sigh as the first day of school finished, she wasn't really used to the whole and hustle and bustle of the academy, even the teachers seemed to be in pretty good spirits, well except Professor Gertrude, the way she teached just made shivers run down the brunette's spine, and then there's the homework about the whole terms and agreement of Facebook for crying out loud! Amanda doesn't know a soul who would actually be diligent enough to sit through the entirety of that wall of text, if they do, Amanda applauds to that person. Although she was particularly fond of the other teachers, she swears she could still taste the lingering flavor of those pastries Professor Mary served them. All in all, the day was particularly interesting, exciting even, but what she wouldn't do to lay down in her bed right now, just staring into the ceiling and maybe, just MAYBE think about doing her homework, just to make sure she's safe.
As soon as she got back to her room, she immediately began to work on her assignment, making a mental note on the fly to make sure to do homework ASAP, lest she regret it. With that over, the girl finally had the free time to browse on her usual sites, listen to one her tunes and peek at her Twitter, she had been meaning to post a sketch of one of her drawings. But really, it was more of an excuse to hear the opinion of others on whether it was good or not. Logging on to the site, the first thing Amanda was greeted with was a tweet about a party that was requesting everyone in Ashbury to go. She looked at it with a stupefied expression on her face, was it necessarry to invite everyone? If anything, the girl would rather stay at her room and just waste the day away finishing her artwork and just doze off...Though her roomie definitely had other plans. She just knows that Marie will persuade her into attending the party, whether she likes it or not. Deciding that she couldn't exactly pass up on the offer (even if she wanted to), Amanda began to prepare for the party, gussying up to make sure she looks presentable at the very least.
The girl was stumped and had reached an impasse, she had gotten her makeup done but now was the hard part...Choosing an outfit. With the myriad of combinations available with her clothes Amanda didn't know what to wear! Whenever she tried a particular combo on, she just couldn't feel it...Plus her fear of mirrors just made it worse, so she really needed Marie's help on this one. As if on cue, her voice resounded through the room, to which she replied.
"A-Almost! It's just...I can't pick an outfit! Can you help me?"
There was a sense of urgency in her voice, almost like a child calling out to her mother. If push comes to shove, she'll just throw in what she thinks looks good and just wing it...Hopefully.
Twisting her mouth into a pretzel shape, Marie sighed lightly.
"Oui, I will give it a shot. But I think you probably just look good in anything."
Satisfied that she was finished getting herself prepared, Marie elbowed her way into Amanda's room. If she wasn't at least a bit forceful here, they could be here for hours, so the plan was simple. If Amanda offered up an outfit that looked even remotely good, call it done and shuffle out the door.
"Let me see what you are thinking."
The sudden intrusion of her roommate took Amanda back a little, did she really have to do it so forcefully? Murmuring to herself, she was at least grateful that she was kind enough to help her with her current predicament.
"Umm...Let me just think for a moment."
She put a hand on her chin as she surveyed her options, a dress might work for a party, but she didn't want to stand out when everyone else will probably be donning something akin to their usualcasual wear...So she'll save the dress for more formal ocassions. The girl began to think again, pacing around the room as she did, it felt like she'd be here for a long, even with Marie's help. She glanced back to her, giving a reassuring smile, as if to say "Please wait." A small smile forming on her lips as she stopped midway of her pacing, the girl knew what she was going to wear. She instantly began to dig through her closet to find the garments she was looking for and began to present it to Marie. She took out a pink wool sweater with a heart in the center and a pair of white skinny jeans to compliment the outfit, she'll probably get a pair of Converse sneakers to complete her ensemble, with a wry smile, she said,
"So, what do you think? Is this good enough?"
"It is quite good, I like it." Marie's words were rushed but she wasn't lying. "This outfit is very you, I think. Now, c'est beau, this is good. We have to get going! We do not want to be late."
As quickly as she burst in, Maria burst out of the room, out of the dorm, and outside to the front of the building. Jogging in place, she waited for Amanda to get dressed and make her way outside. Once everything was prepared, they made their way to the Hancocks' mansion, Marie bouncing around excitedly like a small dog on a leash the whole way. She wasn't necessarily a 'party girl' so to speak, but the adrenaline potential of having so many people in one place was unquestionable, so it was hard not to get excited. Everything else was secondary.
Amanda was relieved that her ensemble was pleasing enough, she hurriedly began to get dressed. She was feeling a mix of anxiety and excitement all at once, and her roommate was certainly more than prepared for the event, after adding the finishing touches she went outside of their dorm.
One the way to the destination she couldn't help but think of the party...What was it going to be like? How many people? Will everyone really come? That just seemed like an excessive amount of people crammed all into one mansion, can a mansion even fit an entire school of students? How is that even possible? Shrugging to herself and looking over Marie, she decided that she might as well enjoy it, her energy was rubbing off of her. Then as they were in front of the mansion doors she remembered something...
"Wait, were we supposed to be bring food?!"
She was looking around the area, other students did bring their own snacks, and the tweet did mention something about that as well. How embarrassing! Were they the only ones who didn't bring anything? They haven't even entered the mansion proper and they're already making a fool of themselves. Amanda looked at Marie with a worried expression on her face.
"S-Should we go back and get some?"
She asked her friend, waiting for a response.
Marie hadn't thought about that. Somehow it seems it'd slipped her mind. But while it seemed as though it was causing Amanda some anxiety, Marie wasn't worried at all. "The solution is simple, is it not? If we did not bring anything to eat, we will not eat!"
Cracking a broad grin, she really did seriously consider simply not touching any food for the whole night as punishment for forgetting. The only thing that kept her away from that thought was the fact that she wasn't just here on her own. And Marie wouldn't make Amanda starve because of her own mistake. "I will grab something. You keep going, I will catch up."
After sprinting off down a side street, Marie returned shortly with a giant bag full of energy drinks and assorted candy. "It is not technically food I suppose, but perhaps this will have to do?" She scratched her head awkwardly. She'd found a convenience store and just bought what she might want to see at the party without thinking about things again. It was a very Marie-like thing to do. Even so, it was better than being empty-handed.
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As expected, things were rowdy, loud, and the mood was clear: These are the people you're going to spend at least the next year with. Might as well let loose and get close. It was clear they had the right place so Marie didn't bother to knock or anything. Instead she simply shoved herself inside (pushing Amanda in front of her) and dropped her goodies off in the kitchen, snapping up a can of Jam from the pack before putting the rest away. She'd need all the energy she could spare tonight it looked like.
"Come on, Senpai, we must greet everyone! You can stop being nervous now, since you are already here! It is too late to go home and change, so now you can ask everyone if your outfit looks good, instead of just me. Go, vite vite!" | Maie-Marie Malveaux
"When you feel bad, run. And when you've run as far as you physically can, if you still feel bad, just keep running until you leave those feelings in your dust."
-Marie Malveaux
Name
Maie-Marie Malveaux
Nicknames
Mal (Semi-formal, taken from her last name. It means 'bad' so most people close to her don't use it, but a 'casual' teacher or someone in a similar position might pull it out.)
M, "Trois-emme" (From her name having three M's in it. She hates this one, and it's used only in ignorance by a well-meaning stranger or else when somebody's actually trying to aggravate her.)
She doesn't mind being called either Marie or Maie. Most people default to Marie because it's more common.
Age
16
Gender
Female
Sexual Orientation
Bisexual
Grade Level
Sophomore
Appearance
Despite her tomboyish personality, Marie's appearance is very much that of a girl. Shoulder-length blonde hair, occasionally dyed or tipped some exotic color, hangs down over her pale skin and 'cute' facial features (big round eyes, small nose, etc.) Her body, likewise, is rather petite, at a whopping 5 foot even and around a hundred pounds. She's toned, athletically, but not very muscular, even when she flexes (which is more often than is probably appropriate.) Even though her frame is small she tries to make up for this by wearing loud colors or just generally being loud herself.
Her fashion sense is peculiar. Because she looks cute and doll-like, she can pull off strange fashion choices without really trying. In casual situations she is often seen wearing men's gym attire (tight t-shirt and shorts or sweats,) and these serve as her general outdoor clothes as well ("Never know when you've gotta run!") She hates dresses because she doesn't like the way they usually fit her, and she refuses to wear skirts because she has a constant irrational fear that everybody can see her underwear at all times. Formal wear doesn't really exist in her wardrobe. Instead, she has a large selection of active-wear (both men's and women's) and a single blue dress that never gets worn.
She doesn't touch makeup, which has made a lot of her peers jealous in the past because of her relatively clear skin. Because of this she gets baffled easily when other girls start talking about their morning routines, and all she can say is "I shower a lot."
Personality
Marie is easy to get along with, but equally easy to hate, because of her simplistic personality. She is friendly and approachable, and likes to talk to 'unpopular' kids just because they interest her, but this habit sometimes ends in bitter feelings from popular girls who think she's a joke, as well as even unpopular kids who think she's taking pity on them. She is the type who likes to listen to people ramble on about whatever they're passionate about, and will then ramble herself about the things she's passionate about: fitness, food, anime, and the vastness of the universe, which she doesn't know anything about.
She isn't perceived as particularly intelligent, because she really isn't. She loves learning new things but can't retain information well at all, often forgetting things by accident, including people's names or past meetings. She means well, and easily rolls with the punches when somebody calls her stupid, but she does have a bit of a hidden complex regarding her intelligence, often being the first person in a room to put herself down over how stupid she is. This is also the first thing people usually attack when they want to put her down, and she just laughs it off every time.
Marie doesn't put up with people who put themselves down or attack others, and will reflexively try and shift any and all blame onto herself. While not a true martyr complex, it's not that far off either. She likes to think she is saving people by taking on all the pain herself, even if she logically knows it doesn't work that way. People don't often pay it much mind, because she is so upbeat all the time, but it's a habit that can easily get on everybody's nerves. She is working to try and change the way she acts because she has alienated friends in the past, but changing yourself is hard, so it's slow progress.
Likes
Anything that gets her body moving (sports, exercise, etc)
Loud music (Usually old school rap/hip hop or electronica, but anything with a strong beat will do.)
Energy drinks
Thunderstorms and Natural Disasters
Bruce Lee
Anime
Everybody
Dislikes
When people are down on themselves or others
'Lazy' days
Skirts, dresses, jewellery
Politics
Fears
Aside from her bizarre paranoia involving skirts, Marie is terrified of being lost. Lost in a new place, in the middle of nowhere, lost in a crowd, it doesn't matter. If she doesn't know where she is or where she's going, she gets the cold sweats. Thank god for GPS technology these days, right?
Strengths
Actual physical strength and fitness
Her naivete means she's never scared or lost in a social situation
She's one of those girls who can look good in anything without trying
Weaknesses
Completely socially oblivious. If people are talking behind her back or subtly insulting her, she will never catch on. Like, never ever.
Information retention
Poor impulse control
History
Originally hailing from Quebec, Marie's family moved to Manhattan Island halfway through her elementary school career due to her father's position as a well-respected business consultant. Her father became a permanent on-call consultant to the CEO of Jam! Energy, one of the highest-grossing soft drink conglomerates in the country. Marie was sent to a private school and their family was never hungry because of all the money her Father took in, but Marie herself wasn't a fan of inner city life. There just weren't enough ways to expend her energy, and there were only so many times you could run laps around Central Park before the scenery started getting repetitive. Her grades began to slip and she was diagnosed with ADHD and put on various kinds of pills to help regulate her poor attention span and energy levels.
This worked for a while, but her energy had little to do with her brain chemistry in the end. It was just her personality. She was pulled from private school in grade seven and received home-schooling instead in hopes that she would do better in a more comfortable environment. And again, for a while, this seemed successful. Her grades rose and she stopped seeming so frustrated all the time. But even this had an end. The CEO of Jam! Energy suffered a major heart attack and passed away in his office, sending the company into a bad PR spiral (did he die because he drank Jam? That stuff will kill you!) The cash stopped flowing, and Marie's family could no longer afford her personal tutor. Her father was hired on as interim CEO of Jam! but honestly he was just hired as a scapegoat so that nobody within the company had to take the fall in the media. Even so, he was able to pull the company's accounts out of the gutter and back into the black, but Jam! Energy never could wipe away the dark smudge on their reputation, and the only people who were drinking their products were high schoolers and college students who didn't care about their supposed health concerns.
What the company needed wasn't better management, they had that part covered, they needed a better image. To that end, the new CEO turned his eyes on the brightest shining star he knew - his own daughter. Maie-Marie was sent to Ashbury to continue her schooling and to get the pedigree that would be needed for the new face of Jam!
Favorite memory
One time while still living in Quebec, after watching the movie Forrest Gump with her family, she decided to run as far as she could, for no particular reason. She didn't tell her family anything about where she was headed, just "I'm going out for a run." Five hours later, she was in the middle of nowhere, completely stranded. She had to knock on a stranger's door to ask to use their phone. It took an hour for her parents to figure out where she had gone, and another two hours to actually come pick her up. She was grounded for two weeks afterward, but the memory is still dear to her, because she finds it hilarious.
Least favorite memory
Once and only once was Marie ever sent to school in 'girly' clothes, in grade 3. It was her parents' idea, against her will, but she agreed because they insisted on it, thinking she looked incredibly cute. They were right, but not even a minute after she got there, the usual boys she hung around with had flipped up her skirt and one boy tried to kiss her as a joke. She ran home without even attending her first class. She cut up her nice clothes and yelled at her parents when they tried to scold her, and the issue was never brought up again.
What corporation sent you to Ashbury?
Marie was sent on behalf of Jam! Energy, who hoped to use her image to pick their name up out of the gutter. While not technically an heiress (she doesn't even remotely have the business mind and everybody knows it) she is still the daughter of the CEO. She has the pedigree to attend and a real purpose for being there, even if others look down on her because she won't actually inherit the company (although her father secretly hopes that she will gain the business sense to actually follow in his footsteps.)
Birthday
May 1, 1999
Astrological Sign
Taurus
Twitter Name
@MMMMMMMarie
She has a tumblr called "F___ Shoujos Get Yencoins" (not censored, that's how it's written) but she only uses it to reblog anime/rap song mashups.
Maie-Marie Malveaux
"Who is my best friend...? If you had to ask me right now I would say... you, I suppose?"
Brooke Avery
"Brooke is a bit of a flower, I can tell. I would like to spend more time alone with her, even if she says she hates me. Perhaps I could get her to move past my flaws and we could be friends?"
Marie takes Brooke's harsh attitude towards the world personally, as though Brooke were actually mad at her specifically for being imperfect. She hopes in time that she can become a person that Brooke could bear to be friends with, though she doesn't really know how she might accomplish such a task.
Hal Polwith
"Hal is very funny, I like hanging around with him, because the way he talks makes me smile."
Marie likes Hal a lot. He is just the sort of person Marie likes to hang around with. The type that is active and upbeat, as well as being very passionate and able to 'nerd out' every once in a while. She secretly wants to run a marathon with him to see who could last longer.
Korrie Jackson
"I think I could learn a lot from Korrie, but I wish that he would stop pranking other people."
Marie admires Korrie for being so into computers as well as so many other things that she can't find the time for. She severely dislikes his mean streak, but thinks that he'll 'grow out of it' somehow. She would like to learn computers from him, even though anything beyond downloading anime and social media is probably a bit much for her.
Amanda Hirano
"Amanda-san chou kawaii neeee~ Bishoujo desu neeee~"
Completely oblivious of the fact that she is probably coming on way too strong at all times, Marie thinks that Amanda is adorable. Even though Amanda is older than her, Marie treats her like a younger sibling. She admires Amanda's sense of style and always tries to talk about Japanese culture with her for some reason. Emphasis on tries to.
Spencer Dalle
"Monsieur Spencer is difficult to place, I think."
Marie gets a strange feeling from Spence, like that of a kindred spirit, as somebody who sometimes makes horrible decisions to hurt themselves for unknown reasons. However, she doesn't really know him well enough to broach the subject, so their relationship remains mysterious and superficial.
Laney Chandler
"SHE IS SO... COOL!"
Marie has a hard time seeing past Laney's 'Ms. Perfect' facade, and admires her greatly for being so 'haute-couture.' Marie recognizes that she herself isn't exactly the model of class and panache, but she greatly admires all the hard work and time it must take to pull that style off.
Nathan Matthews
"He is a good boy, n'est-ce pas? But maybe girls like somebody a little more... wild, I think?"
School's a big place. When you coast by trying to just do what everybody else wants, it's hard to leave an impression on a girl like Marie. She likes Nathan well enough, but unfortunately finds him a bit forgettable and he often gets overlooked in her mind.
Connor McQuarrie
"I have a lot of respect for athletes. He is a bit of a clown, but I think that we get along fine. It is easy to forget my problems when I am with him."
Marie is loud enough that it's difficult to find somebody louder than her. Because of this, Connor makes a pretty big impression. However, sometimes two similar wavelengths amplify themselves too hard and blow out your speakers...
Brenden Rivers
"It is something I do not like to say, but I do not get along with Brenden, maybe? He confuses me and makes it difficult to tell, but I think he is insulting me a lot? Even if he's right, this is how he acts to everybody, and that is not okay."
As the socially oblivious person that she is, Marie is alternatingly immune and completely susceptible to Brenden's natural charisma. She takes most things he says at face value, and his attitude often just leaves her confused, making him uncomfortable to be around. She doesn't really get this feeling from anybody else, so she tries to avoid him if possible.
Emilie Delacour
"A rival approaches?!"
Marie finds Emilie to be fun to be around, and despite cultural differences between Quebecois and Parisian french, just having another francophone around makes her seem less exotic, which is nice. But their similarities have inspired a competitive streak within Marie, and she will unconsciously try to one-up the poor girl whenever there's something to be won.
Erin "Riley" Emerson
"It is nice to see there is a girl here who is not so girly like me. I would drown in accessories if I was left in this sea of pretty girls."
Since Marie has a hard time thinking about people beyond what she's shown, she completely believes that Riley is a totally tough chick, and admires her for that fact. She'd like to get to know Riley better, but never thinks to ask too deeply about it. They could probably be better friends if she did.
Aspen Hancock
"He has a certain... dignity about him. It makes me respect him, even if I do not know him very well. He is somebody who is going places, I think? Perhaps just the sort of person who fits right in here."
Marie seems to respect Aspen, but even though he is genuine, his 'perfect' personality (or so Marie perceives it) makes him hard for somebody like Marie to approach. She liked to hang around him well enough, but he probably wouldn't be the first person she approached for conversation over somebody like Hal or Connor.
Acacia Hancock
"Madamoiselle Acacia is certainly somebody who forces you to like them, if this is not rude to say. She is often surrounded by others, and there is good reason for this. Though perhaps around her I feel as though I am bossing her around?"
Much like her brother, Marie's opinion of Acacia resides in the clouds somewhere. As though she belongs to a different class of being (though maybe this is just by association.) She likes Acacia a lot, however, but the two of them often end up like a comedy duo with no straight-man. They need somebody to knock them over the head when they get too far down a dumb train of thought.
1. How many shoes do you own? What types?
"Just two pairs. One pair for running, one for not running. Durability and comfort are important above all, but I often get made fun of for not being stylish for some reason. Are sneakers not proper formal attire? Surely you don't need to have a whole extra pair of shoes for dressy occasions? ...Why are you looking at me with pity eyes?"
2. Are you on social media? Who’s in your profile pictures with you?
"You ask as if my profile picture is of myself. I do not have a good picture of myself, so instead I take a picture of my most recent favourite anime character. Currently this is Matoi Ryuko from Kill la Kill. Have you seen this show? No? I must recommend... actually, perhaps not. It is... well, it is not for everybody."
3. How many romantic relationships have you had?
"When I was very young, I had a boyfriend, but he dumped me over the phone because he said he had not seen me in over a week and that was the only way he could get a hold of me. Is this acceptable, normally? I'm afraid I still don't really know. My second was just last year, a girl had asked me out, and we went on a few dates, but she too wanted me to text her every day. Who has the time for this? I... tried to let her down gently. I do not think she took it very well, but were we that serious in the first place? Again, I'm afraid I don't really know. Perhaps I am not cut out for this romance yet. There is much to learn..."
4. Are they right- or left-handed?
"I was born right-handed, though now you cannot really tell the difference in my penmanship because it has degraded over time. Who writes things these days anyway? Does this count as ambidextrous?"
5. What charities do they donate to?
"Does giving blood count as donating to charity? I'm afraid I don't really make a point to give my money regularly... is this unusual for somebody with no stable income?"
6. What are your biggest fears?
"I dislike it when I do not know where I am. As long as I have my feet on the ground and know my way home, I can conquer anything! Anything at all! Hmm, perhaps not everything. I am still spooked by girly clothes, do not ask why, please."
7. How much money do you make?
"This is a question as though I make a stable income, as though I have employment, yes? I am afraid this is not the case. Though if I need something, I can usually ask Papa. I do not think that we are short on money, if that was the direction of the question."
8. What is your ethnicity?
"Ah, je suis Canadienne, French-Canadian you would say. From Quebec, on the outskirts of Quebec city. I must recommend this area... although it may be difficult if you do not know proper french."
9. Do you speak with an accent?
"You have noticed my accent? I apologize if this makes me difficult to understand. I get many people thinking that my vocabulary is not good because of how heavy my accent is, but this is not the case. It is simply the way I speak."
10. What did you dress as for Halloween last year?
"This is slightly embarassing, but I did not do anything for Halloween last year. I had planned to meet some friends, but when the day came, I completely forgot. While children were trick-or-treating, I had fallen asleep watching anime. C'est la vie. This year perhaps I shall dress up."
11. What are your email addresses, blogs, and websites? Passwords?
"This... this is a very personal question, is it not? Oooh ooh! Oh! Oooooooh! You should check out my Tumblr! Ah, perhaps not. I got very excited, but you are not of this niche, I presume. Zut, I thought I might gain another follower. Sometimes I forget that not everyone is like me, you know?"
12. What are you superstitious about?
"Emm, perhaps this is just me personally, but have you ever noticed that street lights turn off when you run under them at night? And then they turn back on again once you are past? I have read that this is caused by an electromagnetic field given off by certain people! ...Eh? 'Power-cycling?' I do not know what this means."
13. Are you allergic to anything?
"Nothing comes to mind, really."
14. What hobbies do you have?
"Sometimes I feel as though my life is just a collection of hobbies. Running, camping, hiking, watching anime, listening to music, dancing, all sorts of things."
15. Do you keep secrets?
"NON! ...I mean, emm, no. Not well, anyway. Please do not tell me anything you don't want people to know, I beg you."
16. What is your astrological signs?
"I am a Taurus, if you believe in that sort of thing. I mean, it fits, n'est-ce pas? Bull-headed and all. I am not convinced."
17. What is your taste in movies, books, and music?
"You are already aware of my taste for anime and manga, yes? Aside from that, I like anything that drips with too much drama. No reality TV though, please. I dislike the... manipulative nature of this. As far as music, I enjoy all sorts of things, but mostly I listen to hip-hop classics of the 90s. Rap these days has only a very small piece of the integrity and meaning that the old style had, I think."
18. Do you have scars?
"I have plenty of rough patches from repeated falls, fractured bones and such, but I have never really had a deep cut that would leave a scar, no."
19. What are your feelings on gay marriage, abortion, legalization of marijuana, or other controversial topics?
"I simply do not get involved. I am only smart enough to know that I am not smart enough for these topics. Other people are affected deeply by these, but I do not have the stake or passion, I am afraid. I hope you do not think less of me for this."
20. Any tattoos or piercings?
"None."
21. What does their handwriting look like?
"You... do not truly wish to know the answer to this. No, I will not provide a demonstration, you will only laugh at me."
22. What is your religious background?
"Like most of the area I grew up, my family was catholic. As for me, I could not say. It seems easy to believe these things, but again, I know I am simply not smart enough. Perhaps I will never know."
23. Where do you like to shop?
"I have difficulty when talk comes to brands, to tell the truth. Most of my wardrobe consists of workout clothes, so I tend to shop wherever has a good deal."
24. What is your relationship like with your sibling(s)?
"I am an only child, unfortunately. However, I have always wanted an imouto, a younger sister, to dote on and give life advice to. Oh, she would confide in me, and we would fight against the world together for the sake of her passions. All of her friends would-" She continues like this for over ten minutes.
25. Do you have enemies? How did you make them?
"I do not think I have any enemies...? Although I have been secretly bullied by somebody for a while. I suppose perhaps somebody does not agree with my personality? I do not remember getting into any fights with anybody. It is a puzzle to me, but I do not mind so much. I have probably done something to deserve it."
26. What are your ambitions? Do you have a “five-year plan”?
"I would like to do as my Papa wants, and help him reform his company's image. I do not know if I am up to the task, but he seems to think that I am, so perhaps there is something I can do. I do not have a particular plan except to simply get through school. This is what is required of me, I think."
27. What are your political preferences?
"My preference is to let people who are smarter than me decide what is best for the country. I cannot even vote anyway."
28. What do you habitually keep in your cupboards, medicine cabinets, and purses?
"I think that I eat much like a regular person, although I try to have some Jam! on hand for when I need a bit of a kick. For the other times, I keep sleeping pills for when I have too much kick. I also try to have a basic first aid kit in my bathroom to treat basic scrapes and bruises. I do not own a purse, as I have never understood what was wrong with pockets. Inside my pockets is simply my wallet and my phone, usually."
29. What are your favorite outfits/pieces of clothing?
"Sweats! Very easy to move in, great for working out, lounging, and nobody can see your underwear! You can get all sweaty from a run and then come home and change into a different set of workout clothes and you are still comfortable. And still nobody can see your underwear! It is wonderful."
30. What do you keep in remote storage?
"I... do not know what this is? Something for when there is no room in your house? Why would I keep that much stuff? ...Is this an American thing, to have too many things?"
31. Are you a night owl or a morning person?
"I prefer mornings, though I pull late nights very often as well. I enjoy any time when I can go for a run and there are no cars on the road or people on the sidewalk. It feels like my own small world." |
53,118 | 1,443 | 6 | 2,351 | 411 | Korrigan Jackson // Emilie Delacour
Korrie's first day of school was. . . interesting, too say the least. He didn't know what he'd been expecting of the teachers staunch an elite school, but what he got wasn't actually half bad. Of course, that old bitch from Negotiations was Satan incarnate, cause not only did she give homework on the first day, but it was the most cruel and unusual assignment he'd ever gotten. Who the hell makes a bunch of teens read the teens and conditions to goddamn Facebook, it's insane. Other than that, the day was good, though he had a feeling that he'd be failing Etiqutte classes major already, as his table manners were just a step or to above that of a cave man.
Anyway, after actually doing the homework from Hell, which had made him want to try his hand at self-lobotomy more than once, he had decided to drown himself in an hour or two of Fallout 4, scouring the wastes for anything that could be of use(mainly anything with fucking adhesive), while also wondering whether or not he should even bother going to this party. He'd gotten a flyer from some random girl, may have been the host herself, may have just been someone handing out invites. Either way, he had been invited and didn't know what to do with this knowledge, as this was the first time he'd really been invited to anything in . . . ever, really, and he didn't want to just brush it off. But he didn't really know the tow that well, and it seemed like a lot of people would be going too. He'd talk to some guys he'd met on a forum a few years ago, and they all said he should go for it, meet some babes, have a good time, get drunk, and enjoy his youth before it was gone(did he mention that they were all a good bit older than him, like late 20's or so from what he had heard).
He had plenty of food to bring, party food being his main source of calories and nutrients when his mom was nagging him about his diet. But he couldn't help but obsess over worse case scenarios, like what if he said something stupid, or what if he trip and bump into someone, or he accidentally insulted the Alpha bitch of the school, and a million and one other scenarios. The one he was most scared of, however, was that something in the party caused him to have another freaking freak out, which would probably cause in someone getting hurt.Ever since . . . 'the incident', he'd found himself having severe bouts of unstable emotions whenever anything really reminded him of it. He could end up a snivelling ball on the ground, or deck the person next to him in the face. The intensities of the emotions scared him, especially because the main one he turned to was anger, and it had led to a lot of bad times. He wasn't new to such flashes, however, it had been happening to him ever since he got attacked by that dog way back when, but at least that time it'd been contained to whenever saw a dog of any real size. Now, he wasn't quite sure what could set him off. This entire thing could, and most likely would end in disaster . . .
And yet, despite this feeling in the pit of his stomach, he now found himself stuck outside the mansion(man, never before had he felt the wealth gap so strongly than at this moment. Who just gives their children a mansion!?!) of the Hancock twin's, wearing a black jacket over a red Game of Thrones T-shirt(House Targaryen all the way) with baggy black pants, his one good pair of sneakers and a bag full of Barbecue lays and Sprite, unsure as to what he should be doing with it all. Actually, he did know what he should be doing, but it was the matter of getting his body to actually listen to him that was the problem. He was a fun guy, he talked to people, played pranks, and good pal around with the best of them . . . but big parties like this weren't really his thing. They were too crowded, too loud, and over all just killed any charisma he had and turned him into a bumbling pile of awkward. Yet this was something he knew he had to do, so he could break the ice with his new peers.
But how do I do that without tripping over myself? Come on Korrie, this is your chance to make friends in the real world, to forget everything and start the next chapter of your life. All you have to do is just walk through the door.
Unfortunately, simple as it was, his body simply refused to listen to his reasoning, and he began to pace back and forth in front of the door, sometimes looking like like he was about to walk inside, and other times looking as if he was about to make a break for his car, a slightly rickety looking Toyota that he'd gotten hand-me-down from his sister.
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Emilie's first day at school was...something interesting. The assembly was boring like all assemblies were, but that was quickly overshadowed by the cafeteria serving burgers and fries for lunch! They then had some classes and such. After school was done, she headed back to the her room in the dorm. She had seen the tweet that went out earlier about the party hosted by the Hancocks. On the way back to dorm, a flier was handed to her by a random boy whose job seemed to be running around distributing fliers to anyone in the vicinity. Taking a look at the flier, it mentioned once again about the party hosted by the Hancocks at their hideaway mansion a short distance away from school. Ahh, the Hancocks, one of the-if not the richest students in the whole of Ashbury.
Judging by the scale of things, and the fact of the siblings extensive reach, it was more than likely that the vast majority of the entire school would be there at the party. Missing it was not an option. Once she arrived at her room, she began her preparations for the party at seven. She had a few short hours to prepare, and she was going to waste them away doing nothing productive. A nice and refreshing shower later, Emilie decided on her outfit selection before applying on a basic layer of make-up. Nothing too much, just a light dash of eye shadow, darkening her eyelashes and putting on a peach-coloured lip balm.
Driving her white Volkswagen beetle into the car park of the Hancock's mansion, the blonde found a suitable parking space and parked her car. She wasn't late or anything, but she noticed that the car park were already gradually beginning to fill up. Emilie didn't exactly arrive empty-handed! She had brought food for the party as that was surely expected of their party guests. She'd brought popcorn, in two different flavours (salted & caramel), suited for those who preferred their popcorn savoury our sweet.
Dressed in a lovely white sleeveless flora dress accompanied with a peach jacket, completing the outfit with a pair of flat peach pumps. She deftly locked her car with a tap of the button and started to make her way to the party's entrance. As Emilie got closer to the door, she saw a guy pacing back and forth in front of it. He looked as though he was trying to decide if should enter or head back towards the car park. She couldn't exactly see who he was yet, until maybe he turned around.
Although she did thought he looked familiar, like someone she knew. Korrie. He was carrying a bag of barbecue Lays potato chips and a bottle of Sprite. She wasn't a big fan of the soft drink, but the particular flavour of chips was one that she liked. Yum. Walking up to him, she called out to him, in that French accent that people loved to make fun of her in. "Ello pacing guy! Is there something wrong? Not going in for the party?"
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Korrie jumped slightly, so busy in his thoughts that he had noticed Emilie's arrival. Once he saw who had addressed him, he gave a slightly embarrassed chuckle, scratching at his temple as he usual does when nervous.
"Ah, heh, Bonjour Mademoiselle Delacour," the red-eyed youth responded, overcoming his anxiety the best way h knew how, theatrics. He gave a short bow to the Parisian, having met her a little earlier today in the demon's classroom. "I'm just suffering a little internal crisis is all, to go or not to go. I'm not really one for parties, but I thought I'd give this one a shot . . . and then find myself unable to actually step through the door."
Korrie deflated a little as he lamented his cowardice, but quickly dispelled the thought as he turned his attention back to Emilie. "Ah, but enough about me and my problems, how are you doing today? Have you finished reading the terms and conditions like the gray witch told us to do, cause I did, and I only tried to give myself a concussion twice . . . okay, maybe three times."
Emilie giggled in glee as as the red-eyed boy greeted her in her native tongue. It was funny that way he said it with his accent, but then again she thought that it was probably as funny when she spoke english with hers. Greeting him with a curtsie, she said "Bonjour Monsieur Jackson" Her mouth then curled up in amusement. "I don't see why you should not go. Come with me! It will be fun!" Rolling her eyes to the left as she thought about their homework, she said "I have not completed it yet, only halfway!"
Their brief exchange was then interrupted as Nathan come up to the pair. The suave young man greeted her and placed an arm around her and squeezed her shoulder. The fond action gave her butterflies in her stomach accompanied by an inner warmth. Her crush for Nathan was not letting up it seemed. Emilie greeted him back in return, her words as sweet as honey and her eyes twinkled. "Hi Nathan! I am so glad you are here too!" He then bid them farewell as he made his way into the mansion with the rest of the swim team, also affectionately known as the 'bro squad'. Placing her hand onto Korrie's arm, she tried to drag him into the mansion. "Come on Korrie, let's go!"
"Try reading it while listening to music, that's how I get through reading boring shit for school." Korrie offered before some guy who introduced himself as Nathan came over that seemed to know Emilie. Korrie wasn't quite sure who this guy was, though he thought he might've seen him in one of his classes. He returned the wave with a nod of his own, still looking a little hesitant about going in, only to find himself getting dragged in by Emilie.
"All right, I'm coming, I'm coming, heh," Korrie said, allowing himself to get dragged inside, and while the amount of people inside were a little intimidating, he felt that he could handle it as long as he stayed near people he knew. Unfortunately, that was only one and a half people at the moment, so it was something better said than done. As he listened to the music play and watched people chatter it up with old friends, he couldn't help but ponder about something he had noticed earlier, a smile making it's way on to his face.
"So, Mademoiselle, would the young man that walked in happen to be your paramour? Or perhaps you wish him to be?" Korrie had noticed a slight change in her behavior when Nathan had arrived, but he was really just messing around and trying to start conversation then anything else. Still, a key factor in any prank is to gain information on your target, and since everyone can be a target, you need to collect information on everyone. He doubted he'd ever use something like a crush to prank someone, that'd just be cruel in his eyes, but it could still be a useful bit of info to keep on hand. As he waited for her to answer, he put the food he had brought on the snack table before busting open the lays and taking a good amount for himself on a plate, as well as pouring himself a good-sized cup of Sprite in a cup.
"Oh, and you better get some chips while you can, before everyone else does. It's an Extra-large bag, but I don't think that matters in a mansion full of partying teenagers." Emilie replied, her face instantly turning red at the thought of what Korrie had just said. She sputtered "Paramour? Non, non.. it's just a crush! a crush! I don't think he knows anyway!" She was too embarrassed right about now to care about the damn chips running out. | "Where there is work, there is also fun."
-Emilie Delacour
Name
Emilie Rose Delacour
Nicknames
Emilie doesn't have a nickname. However, some people do shorten her name to Em, which she is not entirely fond of.
Age
17
Gender
Female
Sexual Orientation
Heterosexual
Grade Level
Junior
Appearance
Angular and delicate, Claire is a bright sparkly girl that can often be seen with a smile on her face. Posessing a heart-shaped face with a button nose and a set of beautiful almond shaped eyes. Her eyes, which are by far her most striking feature are a gorgeous shade of ash grey and her thin lips, which accentuates her small mouth a healthy pink. They rest easily on her face, supple and intuitive, ready to spread into a smile at a moment's notice. Her ivory complexion is fair, with subtle golden undertones. Her hair is a lovely shade of honey blonde extending down to her shoulders. Her body is lithe and flexible yet still managing to possess a decent amount of curves. Having moved from France not more than five years ago, she still speaks with a recognisable French accent.
Being a big fan of dresses, Emilie can usually be seen dressed in them although she does wear blouses and skirts as well. She rarely wears long pants, and the only type she wears are of the shorter variant. She would like to think that she has a good sense of fashion. In colder weather, sweaters, scarves and jackets are not an unusual add-on to current attire.
was a fun day. Tomorrow will be too."
Personality
With an equally radiant personality to match her exuberant appearance, Emily is an energetic and adventurous individual that is also competitive and passioniate for what she loves and believes in. She always seek to strive for her best, and improving what she already knows. Headstrong and determined, once she sets her mind on something, she will do her best to achieve or complete it. Highly excitable, she tends to get excited over the smallest of things. She is also blunt and cynical, and is often rather judgemental of people which can make her out to be rude-sounding and mean even though she may not necessarily be so.
She has a rather extensive sense of humour and tends to laugh at most jokes, making a couple of her own along the way. A big fan of pranks and pranking people, she is not above carrying out other mischievous acts. Although It may not be easy to earn her trust, she is extremely loyal, and once you have gained her trust and loyalty, she can always be counted on in times of need.
When it comes to romance, Emily is by no means any good in the field. She does more than her fair share of flirting with guys she meets and is a real sucker for romance. She is a big fan of the whole love and affection thing between a couple and will go all out for the person she loves and considers her other half. She is very confident, although sometimes it may be overly so, which may come off as arrogance. Prone to being stubborn and obstinate, she often insists on doing things her way even though she knows that it may not be the fastest or most efficient way. She always seeks company, and likes it most when not alone.
Likes
Pranks/Mischief
Gymnastics
Swimming
Jokes/Pranks
Social Media
Video Games
Food (Especially Fried)
Fruit Juices
Romance movies
Dislikes
Boredom
Fake people
Beer
Pessimism
Excessive Violence
Cigarettes/Cigars
Cats
People who talks about death/dying
Insects/Bugs
Fears
Death
Strengths
Assertive
Physically fit and agile
Courageous
Doesn't take crap from anyone
Weaknesses
Bluntness
Being overly sarcastic/cynical
Overconfidence (at times)
Impulsive
History
Born into a middle class family, Emilie lived in one of the many residential suburbs in Paris. Emilie enjoyed most of her childhood and was well-liked at school, albeit in a different way. She was notorious for causing frequent mischief, but because her grades remained excellent, her teachers tolerated her to a certain extent. The young girl's life then took a surprising turn when she discovered gymnastics for the first time. Passionate in the sport, her parents fully endorsed and supported their only daughter's interests. Shortly after her thirteen birthday, the Delacour got the opportunity to immigrate over to the United States, and they took it. Moving over to California, Emilie settled down there, beginning her new life. While she was initially made fun of because of her French accent, as time passed,people began to get used to her, and Emilie found stability in her life.
She began living her life as usual, but she didn't seem to have the same form of success she had bad in France, it was as if a spark was gone in her. Although she said nothing to her parents, she could feel and sense it and were inherently worried for her. Her father, Michael, a seasoned hiker who would usually go onto weekend hiking trips in the country. It so happened during the particular trip of his, he happened to spot a unconscious injured fellow hiker lying on of the rocks. He appeared to have fallen of or tripped from the cliff several feet up. He couldn't let the guy just remained there. He looked like he was still alive as well. Calling as well as radioing for medical assistance, help soon came. The police came as well, and questioned him on the situation. When everything was done and cleared, he was in no mood to continue and began to head home early. The Delacour family went on with their usual everyday life for a week, before they got a surprise visit from a visitor at the door, one fateful Sunday morning.
The stranger introduced him as Mr. Watson and said he was a manager at Aperture Industries and about one week ago, Mr. Delacour saved their CEO who happened to be injured during a personal hiking trip. The boss himself would like to thank him personally at lunch. His family were invited to join in as well. At a lunch in a rather posh and fancy restaurant, It was there that Emilie met Christopher Strong for the first time. He was a hearty middle-aged man who looked none the worse for wear. It was hard to believe he was in a life-threatening accident no less than a week ago. They had their meal while her parents chatted with Mr. Strong. She however remained silent, but spared him some smiles whenever he looked her way. That was the least she felt she could do.
The two of them left, while her father stayed behind, interested in having a further conversation with Mr. Strong. She had no idea what the contents of the conversation were, and her mother refused to say anything. However, Emilie was convinced that her mother knew something. Repeated attempts to wrangle the reason out of her proved futile. Researching the company, she found that Aperture Industries was a huge multi-million dollar corporation that manufactured pharmaceuticals and related equipment as well as other forms of scientific research in the pharmaceutical field. Other than learning of the company, she learnt nothing else. Several hours later, her father came back but said nothing, simply putting a comforting hand on her shoulder. A few days later, an invitation in an envelope came. An invitation to Ashbury Academy.
Favorite memory
Pranking her neighbour from across the street and filming it.
Discovering Gymnastics for the first time
Saying goodbye to her friends in France
Winning gold in a Gymnastics Competition.
Least favorite memory
The initial adjustment periods in which she got bullied and teased when she firs started school in California.
What corporation sent you to Ashbury?
Christopher Strong is the CEO of Aperature Industries, a huge multi-million dollar corporation that manufactured pharmaceuticals and related equipment as well as other forms of scientific research in the pharmaceutical field. After her father saved the life of its chief executive, he was asked to name his reward. He told Strong that he wanted a better future for his daughter so that she could have whatever she wanted, and that he still felt guilty from robbing her of the happy memories of what she had back at France for his own desires. Strong was soon be approaching his elderly years, and with no children, he had no heir. The ownership would dissolve into fights within the corporation, something he did not want. His assistant then came up with a valuable suggestion.
"How about Ashbury Academy?" he had said. Ashbury Academy was a recognised institution that helped heir-less corporation owners groom potential successors with the help of the Academy's staff. It was widely recognised and accepted within the entire world.
Birthday
June 16th 1998
Astrological Sign
Gemini
Twitter Name
Twitter: @QueenDelacour
Instagram: QueenDelacour
"Thank you for not annoying me more than you do."
Emilie gives everyone a nickname, but she does not call them that in their face or behind their back.
It is mostly used for her own personal reference.
Brooke Avery"This one is dark, real dark. The Queen of Darkness. I wonder if she can even see herself in all that darkness."
Not a fan of pessimism, there is an unlikely chance of them getting along. Brooke seems to be the embodiment of the darkness and with the will to seem to hate everyone and putting a dampener on things, maybe she could also seen as a challenge as well. Emilie will not be above annoying her with pictures of happy people, or other cute or adorable things. She does love her rather harmless pranks after all.
Laney Chandler"This one right here is Madame Fashionable. She's real classy and always dresses to impress. That's pretty cool. She doesn't seem fake to me, so I guess she's alright."
Emilie likes to think of Laney as a fashionista. She always dresses well, and appear classy in almost everything she wears. Secretly, Emilie wishes that her fashion sense is as good as Madame Fashionable herself. Maybe she'll ask her for tips one of these days.
Henry Polwith"I like this guy. Monsieur Smiles. He's bright and happy, just like me without the cynical bits! And he jokes as well!"
Apart from being a bright and happy person, Hal has a good sense of humour and actually appreciates jokes. Maybe one of these days she can rope him in for one of her pranks. He is just a really nice person to be around. A fan of reading and history as well, Emilie could probably see them being rather good friends based on the similarities they have.
Korrigan Alexander Jackson"The Gamer. Also Monsieur Contacts. He seems to have an unhealthy obsession of black and red. "
Despite his rather peculiar appearance, especially his eyes which Emilie can not stop staring at whenever she sees him, Korrie seems to be a brighter person that he will dress. He is big on gaming as well, so maybe sometime we can totally game together, no matter the platform.
Amanda Hirano"The Cutie. So cute yet so fragile. Sometimes it feels like if I stare hard enough she will shatter into pieces. Caution: Do not stare too hard. "
A shy and delicate flower, Amanda dresses well, and Emilie gives her props for that. However the girl seems to have such a low esteem that she always seems so quiet and withdrawn. She shouldn't be so hard on herself.
Marie Malveaux"The Rival. Guess what? She knows french! She's fun to be around."
While Emilie gets along well with Marie and find her enjoyable to be around, their similarities have unknowingly created a rivalry among the pair, igniting the competitive streak in her to one up the poor girl.
Spencer Dalle"Ahh, Monsieur Mystère. Kind of a mystery, that one."
Emilie doesn't really know what to think about Spencer. He's very much a mystery and does all sorts of douchey things to people, but somehow she's got a feeling somewhere that he may not actually be as mean as he appears.
Nathan Matthews"He's kinda good looking, handsome even. He's really kind too. Ahh magnifique~"
Nate looks great and is extremely kind to boot. What's not to like about the guy? A real listener and everyone's friend. His selfless nature coupled with his caring nature makes him look very much like a prince charming. Although they haven't really met up much, she likes this guy, but then again which girl won't? He's so dreamy. Très Bien...
Connor MacQuarrie"A fellow athlete and a gamer! He's loud isn't he? That's Monsieur Loudmouth for you."
Connor is an extremely loudmouth but there is something about that quality that makes him endearing to her. He is rather hunky and much bigger than her in size. He seems to love to party and uses alot of funny-sounding slang. Personality wise,the two of them do have a number in common which could be why Emilie finds him endearing. Being an athlete herself, she respects fellow athletes regardless of the sport he plays. The fact that he likes video games as well is just another item to add to the list.
Brendan Rivers"Ahh, Monsieur Butthole. Is there anyone worst than him? Is it even possible? "
Emilie cannot tell Brendan was born an ass or did something turn him into one, because he's bad. He seems to have that holier-than-thou attitude, and she cannot stand the sight of him and will avoid him whenever possible.
Erin Emerson"She is tough that one. I don't want to go up against her. Oh mon dieu!"
Very much a tomboy, Emilie feels like Riley belongs more to the boys than she does to the girls. Despite being physically fit, she is still intimidated of the other girl. From what Emilie can see, Riley looks like a bully, and she does not have a good memories or experiences when it comes to bullies.
Aspen Hancock"A good person who rarely gets angry. Relaxed and laidback. Quite charming as well."
Another fellow athlete alongside Hal & Connor, Emilie gets along well with Aspen. His relaxed and laidback nature makes it easy to be friends with him. He's funny as well, which is always a great quality to have as far as she is concerned being a lover of jokes and everything funny.
Emilie puts on her best english pronunciation she begins the 31 questions interview.
1. How many shoes do you own? What types?
Hmm..I own one pair of pumps for formal occasions, two pairs of pump flats for casual wearing, one pair of boots, sneakers and one pair of sports shoes...so I guess six pairs in total? That's not too many at all. Did you see how many Laney has?!
2. Are you on social media? Who’s in your profile pictures?
Yes. I'm on Facebook, Twitter and Instagram. Facebook is reserved for friends only, but you can feel free to follow me on Twitter and Instagram. Some form of photos of myself is usually in profile pictures be it professionally taken or selfies!
3. How many romantic relationships have you had?
Mon dieu!...This is rather embarrassing to say, but I've never had the chance to have a boyfriend. I had rather bad luck in this department, I would say! I've had plenty of crushes that'd ended up no where though.
4. Are you right- or left-handed?
I am left handed and proud to be so! Unfortunately, everything seems to geared towards right-handers! It's bias I tell you! That is so unfair!
5. What charities do you donate to?
I don't usually donate to charities, but when I do, its to the Red Cross.
6. What are your biggest fears?
My biggest fears are lizards. All kinds of lizards. And let's not forget bugs and other creepy crawlies! Gross!
7. How much money do you make?
Enough. I have enough money to spend with which I am very comfortable with. That is all you need to know. I don't see why you need to know more.
8. What is your ethnicity?
Je suis français! I guess you can say that I am a 'white' Caucasian from the french capital, Paris. My mother is half English though. Which would make me quarter English?
9. Do you speak with an accent?
Yes I do. I would say I speak with a Parisan accent. It has been years since I have left France, and the accent is the only thing I have left of my birth country. I would like to keep it if I can. People always make fun of me speaking, especially Nathan, but I forgive him, because he is cute.
10. What did you dress as for Halloween last year?
I dressed as an undead zombie last year. I am not really a fan of the horror genre though. It was just a promise I owed to a friend.
11. What are your email addresses, blogs, and websites? Passwords?
You can contact me at [email protected] if you need to! No spam emails please! I do not have any websites and I prefer to keep my passwords to myself. They are supposed to be private!
12. What are you superstitious about?
I do not like black cats nor do I like the bad luck stuff that is normally associated with them. I try to avoid them whenever I can, and would even go out of my way to avoid them if possible.
13. Are you allergic to anything?
I am allergic to all kinds of shellfish. They make me itch really bad.
14. What hobbies do you have?
I like gymnastics, swimming, video games, listening to music, reading and eating. Oh did I mention that I love fried food?
15. Do you keep secrets?
I am really bad at keeping secrets. So I don't think so.
16. What is your astrological sign?
I am a Gemini!
17. What are your taste in movies, books, and music?
As for books and movies, the genres I love are mostly similar. I love science fiction, fantasy, thrillers, and romance, especially the type with the cheesy romance. I also a fan of reading chick lit. As for music-wise, I love classical and instrumental music. A personal favourite of mine is Bolero by Maurice Ravel.
18. Do you have scars?
I have a few bruises that have healed and similarly a few healed fractures from my gymnastics training. They have all but healed now. Other than that, no, I don't have any other permanent scars.
19. What are your feelings on gay marriage, abortion, legalization of marijuana, or other controversial topics?
I always tend to try to stay away from controversial topics like these, so I don't really have anything much to say about these. I remain neutral on my standpoint.
20. Any tattoos or piercings?
My ears are pierced, and I do wear earrings on several occasions. Other than that, no, no other piercings.
21. What does your handwriting look like?
My penmanship? Well, I'd like to think that mine looks pretty neat. My friends say that it is tidy and easy to read.
*Shows a demonstration of her penmanship*
22. What is your religious background?
Unlike most of the families and peers that I grew up with who were Catholics, I am a Christian.
23. Where do you like to shop?
when clothes shopping, my favourite shops are H&M and Forever 21. When game shopping, GameStop is a good place that I frequent. Other that that, I also go to a variety of food joints to satisfy my food cravings!
24. What is your relationship like with their sibling(s)?
I am my parent's only child, so I wouldn't really know what relationship with siblings feel like.
25. Do you have enemies? How did they make them?
I hope I don't have any enemies. But sometimes I think that people seem to hate or dislike me for some reason. Maybe they don't like my pranks or they think my jokes suck.
26. What are your ambitions? Do you have a “five-year plan”?
I was aspiring to eventually become a gymnast for the National Olympic Team before this whole Ashbury thing happened. Now I focus on my I am supposed to achieve for my parents and for my sponsor, Monsieur Strong. Other than that, no I don't have any of this "five-year plan" yet. Maybe in the future I would.
27. What are your political preferences?
I don't like politics, so I try to stay away from them if I can. I guess you can say that I am neutral for now. However, if I am required to vote, that I will vote for the most rational one there is that will not lead the country to ruin.
28. What do you habitually keep in their cupboards, medicine cabinets, and purses?
I keep the usual items one might find in an average medicine cabinet. A first aid kit and several bottles of pills, like aspirins, sleeping pills and other essential medicines. I tend to pack certain group of items into certain cupboards so I know when to find them when I need to. I don't have a habit of carrying a purse. I just use a small backpack if needed.
29. What are your favorite outfits/pieces of clothing?
Dresses!~ I love wearing dresses, especially the floral kind! Cocktail dresses! Oh! I love skirts as well!
But a more casual setting, I guess t-shirts and shorts can be quite comfy as well.
30. What do you keep in remote storage?
Remote storage? I have no idea what that means. A place somewhere else to keep things? I don't have one...
31. Are they night owls or morning people?
I would say I'm more of a morning person. I tend to get really tired at night unless I woke up really late in the morning, or I've had an afternoon nap before hand. |
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“‘And I like large parties, they’re so intimate. At small parties there isn’t any privacy.’ I think Fitzgerald had it backwards, personally.”
’The coffee barely kept Laney awake through the ceremony; her hair thrown up in a loose messy bun, dark chocolate boots covered up to her thighs where a light cashmere sweater dress ended, a coffee colored crop jacket covered her top torso as a bright blue and silver scarf covered the rest. It was a simple ensemble the half-awake girl had thrown on in a hurry but still managed to look effortlessly graceful. She laughed appropriately at the Headmaster’s jokes, and enjoyed the Deputy’s sharp use of sarcasm through her own short speech.
The small reprieve between the ceremony and the start of classes was all the blonde needed to grab a refill of her favorite drink, the aroma of her dark chocolate mocha with cinnamon and espresso filled the air around her bring a genuine blissful smile to her lips as she made her way towards Prof. Hasting’s class, looking forward to what the new year would bring out of her teachers. Laney didn’t carry any books, most of the teachers rarely used the assigned textbooks for little more than assigned reading or if was relative the lecture at hand.
Laney relished the sweet pastry, little mess sticking to her lap her hands and face spotless, it mixed perfectly with the remnants of her coffee providing a rather pleasant breakfast for the debutant, the rest of the classes were disappointingly standard though listening to Prof. Abbot scare the new students was rather amusing but even she groaned at the idea of actually reading the Terms & Agreements for Facebook out of all things. Honestly it seemed like a waste of time but on a wild guess she would assume she had later plans for talking your way out of the agreement. The pretest left a bad taste in her mouth ruining the sweetness the remained from early, as the usually prominent student had been distracted and distraught during the past two weeks to do the optional summer reading. ’
The shower cut off as the blonde stepped out onto the bathroom rug, wrapping a soft cream towel around her torso the beginning of the day replay in her head, it wasn’t so bad and she was happy to see her old friends, and hear about their summer breaks. A soft chime from her phone drew her attention as she absentmindedly wiped the fogged mirror leaving a streak of a reflection as her pale complexion shown back at her. Her soft lips pursed into a tight line before breaking into a smile reading the happy little tweet taking up her notification bar.
Party at the Hancock Hideaway! Tonight at 7, be there and the last one there is going to be pelted with water balloons. No comment on whether I'm serious or not. Bring food!
A soft laugh and a shake of her head, Laney grinned texting Acacia confirming she was definitely going to be there before grabbing her phone calling Tyler, a girl she had become fast friend her first year here. Tyler was a senior who was more than happy to show a new slightly naïve girl the ropes and how to handle the teachers, a petite girl with soft brown curls, green eyes, and a full mouth she was often surrounded by the older boys wanting to take her out on the town or to the cafeteria for lunch.
The phone rang twice before she got an answer.
”Laney love! So I’m assuming you got the tweet?”
”Yeah, leaving it to Acacia to thrown a party the first day. Poor Aspen must be so tired from running around and doing everything for that girl.”
”Oh I’m sure, but it’s going to be a killer. Is your roomie going? Mine’s being a sour puss and is complaining about the Iron Queen’s homework taking up way too much of her time.
”Ugh, don’t remind me I haven’t even started but I’ll probably do it tonight after the party. I don’t think I’ll stay out too late. I think Emilie might have already left? I haven’t seen her today. Do you want to ride with me?”
”Sure thang! What are you wearing??? Oh, can I borrow your silver heels? Please??
”I have no idea, maybe that new red dress I bought the other week, and sure you can borrow them if you pick up a giant tray of cookies for me to bring with me.”
”Sure thang! I’ll catch you later then!
With a click the other line went dead, leaving Laney there holding her phone to her ear still wrapped in a towel her hair dripping water an amused look on her face before she made her way back into the small room she shared with Emilie, it almost looked like It was decorated by the same person though one half had the New York Skyline on it and the other had a more Parisian touch to it. Flopping on the bed she laid there humming softly not caring that her wet hair was soaking into her comforter as she stared up at the ceiling, the heating kicking on as she yawned softly stretching out enjoying the feeling of being clean and done with school for the day at least.
’She was sitting at the restaurant waiting, a long black dress cascading down into the floor around her as she sipped on a glass of water playing nervously with a loose curl trying not to anxiously watch the clock. A soft touch on her shoulder startled the young woman as she looked up at his smiling face, she could hear what he was saying but she just smiled happily and played along. Happy that he showed up, she was beginning to wonder if he was going to bail on her. The rest of the night passed in a blur of smiles and laughter, stolen kisses, and warm embraces. Laney looked away for a minute and when she looked back Jeremy was gone and she was in a different place, the back of an old train car Alice grinning over at her lopsided as the sweet rush from the needle in her arm sent her on a different trip, a different time. But this time the trip wasn’t the soul calming low like usual, it was rough and hard like a raging storm coursing through her veins burning her from the inside out---‘
Laney woke with a gasp cradling her arms around her stomach whimpering slightly at the rush of memories she had long tried to bury and forget, the long forgotten craving echoing back in full force as she stumbled out of the bed back into the bathroom desperately splashing water on her face trying to banish the dream, staring at her reflection seeing the ragged form she once had been before closing her eyes stumbling back sliding down the wall breathing erratically.
”I’m fine, that’s not me anymore.”
The words tumbled out of her mouth again and again until she slowly calmed down, regain slight composure thankful that her roommate had yet to return. All the hard work she had put into her persona would be ruined by a panic attack like that, they were rare but they could be triggered. A steady hand reached out and gripped the sink pulling herself back up as she confirmed her reflection was bright, happier form of who she was. Going through the motions of cleaning her face and applying the base of her make-up had become a cathartic exercise for the girl, even now it’s calming effects washed over her as she selected a slightly dark nude palette for her make-up applying it effortlessly, pairing it well with a deep red lipstick before sauntering back to the room forcing herself to fall back into her persona, her safe spot, moments later the same shade of red found its way on her in the form of a halter top and a long flowing skirt, a dress of sorts, a quick selection of jewelry and shoes gave a flawless effect to the outfit. The only issue now was her hair, to wear it up, curl it, or style it into waves; she toyed with each idea while texting Tyler she was ready and had the shoes for her, she also threw in the question about what to do with her hair. Not even a minute passed before her friend texted back saying she was on her way over to the room, posing the idea that maybe she should try straightening her hair for a change.
It was an interesting idea, as Laney mused over it before shrugging humming softly as she headed back towards the bathroom cutting on her straightener.
A rather obnoxious knock rang out on her door followed by an array of giggling as the brunette happily bursted her way into find the blonde sprawled out on her bed, a blank look stamped on her face. Tyler frowned slightly before jumping on the bed next to her poking the young woman in the side smirking as she gained an unwanted pearl of laughter from her stoic friend.
"C'mon! We're going to a party cheer up!"
It wasn't long before Tyler's infectious energy and happiness had Laney back on her level feeding off the positive energy as she snuck a cookie from the tray gleefully eating it as the other girl slipped on the heels before they both darted out the door, laughing and talking about if different boys would be there and what games they twins might have in store. Laney enjoyed the small times she could steal Tyler away from her group of boys, she knew deep down that once they got there Tyler would flitter off leaving the blonde on her own to find her niche at the party. Thankfully the drive wasn't long as Laney's sleek black convertible pulled in circling around the find a parking spot in the overflow parking knowing full well that this late the main parking lot would be overfilled. Sliding the car into a less than ideal spot the girls left the car, Laney jokingly balancing the tray of cookies on her head as they made their way up the sidewalk nudging and bumping into each other, feeling the bass from the music with each step they took, the two of the seemed to grow in energy and enthusiasm the closer they got.
Walking in Laney made her way to the food table setting down the tray on the table before lingering by it observing the crowd, she had greeted a few people when she walked in but for the most part she figured she just watch for a little bit. | Laney Kaire Chandler
She likes to see the best in people; I like to see the truth.
-Laney Chandler
Name
Laney Kaire Chandler
Nicknames
It’s rather hard to make a nickname from Laney, but she’s open to suggestion.
Age
17
Gender
Female
Sexual Orientation
Bisexual
Grade Level
Junior
Appearance
The first thing people notice about Laney is that bright smile that always seems to decorate her face, her dark blue eyes a subtle contrast to the healthy glow of her skin; blonde hair falls in waves to outline her face, often taking the form of unkempt curls extending long past her shoulders towards the middle of her back. Soft palette make-up generally finds its way on to her face, often a soft pink lipstick and mascara if she’s too rushed to sit there and do it properly. Laney stands around 178cm and weighs close to 140lb last time she checked, but she has slacked slightly on her exercise routine, just don’t tell her mother, so that might have changed.
If asked she would say she was average build, nothing too outstanding about her, as much as her mother had tried to prod and pull her into a certain body shape.
The one think her mother did manage to instill in her was a love of high fashion; she’s often seen wearing a dress or a blouse with dress pants and heels. She very much exudes and has the looks of a well put together young lady, but then years of debutante balls and classes will do that to a girl. She often wears either something with long sleeves or a light jacket making a conscious effort to cover the old worn track marks running up the inside of her arms, that and lots of concealer.
She secretly loves to lounge around in sweatpants and oversized pajamas if she can get away with it.
"Maybe you don’t know what I’m really like."
Personality
If someone had to describe Laney it would probably be a happy and bubbly. That she’s someone easy to approach and even easier to befriend, one of the most honest and open people they’ve meet.
They wouldn’t be wrong, after all Laney had spent years perfecting her persona, and in a sense it was a part of who she is but that’s not all there is to her. That version of Laney is what her mother had groomed her into, someone who could take an insult with a smile and deliver the cruelest words with the sweetest smile. Someone who could walk the high life of society and not miss a beat, a timeless young lady with all the class and elegance befitting her status, and while she enjoyed how flawless she was as that person it leaves little room for her to figure out who she really is.
Underneath all the masks and fluff Laney has a free spirit who loves finding about new things, being coped up in a gilded tower for the majority of her life she knows little about the lower class end of living, even with her previous relationship showing her part of it she’s not sure how to handle it on her own and often reacts to new things with a childish demeanor. Used to the back stabbing and petty ways of the girls she grew up with when she finds someone that seems genuinely nice and interesting she’s take a genuine interest in them and often become a little too attached and think too highly of them.
It’s hard to see past her debutante persona, but it almost seems to perfect, too forced, as if it was a routine she was going through no emotion or spark rested behind it. If you catch her alone you can find her cling to herself as if she was freezing, a look of a self-depreciation and loathing plastered across her face for a bleak second. She’s slowly regaining her naturally happy disposition but she still waivers away from legitimate relations and attachments.
Likes
Candy
Cold Weather
Warm Colors
Debating Semantics
Shopping
Dislikes
Needles
Conformity
Phone Calls
People Who Make Assumptions
Superficial Arguments
Fears
Philophobia
"The problem with fairytales is they set a girl up for disappointment. In Real Life the Prince goes off with the wrong Princess."
Strengths
Negotiating
Acting
Motivating People
Natural Leader
Knows What She Wants
Weaknesses
Athletics
Naivety
Art
Softening Her Words at Times
Overly Loyal
History
The daughter of two of the most prominent noblesse of New York, Laney has had all the training and more one would expect starting since she was 4. Beauty pageants, revealing, debutante balls, galas, all her life Laney was forced from one dress to another. By the time she was thirteen she was suffocating under all the lace and bustle, the lessons and lectures had become too much for the young girl.
Meeting Alice changed almost everything and nearly ruined the rest; against her mother’s better wishes they admitted Laney into a private school of lesser regard. A leniency to the young girl’s constant begging for a chance to see what a normal life was like.
- Madame Prions’ School for the Elite-
Laney was so excited to be going to a school away from the same group of petty girls she had grown up taking lessons with, though to her mother they were her friends and they all went to each other’s houses for make overs and sleep overs. The first few weeks were tough as no one wanted to talk to the new girl, most of the students had come from the same feeder schools and they knew each other, but that was middle school for you.
It wasn’t until Alice boldly walked over and introduced herself to Laney that she felt like she could maybe make a real friend. Alice was everything Laney wanted to be, she was carefree, open, did what she wanted, and often got away with doing it as well. To that small fourteen year old girl someone not bound by the same rules was so surreal it was like glimpsing at another life. They soon became fast friends spending almost all their free and studying time together. Alice taught her how to cheat and sweet talk her way out of trouble, Laney showed her how to throw shade and act like a damsel in distress. It was in good fun, they would often get busted for being up past lights out sitting around giggling and talking.
The first year was probably the best year of her life.
All she could talk about over summer break was Alice and how she couldn’t wait to go back to school and see her again. Much to her mother happiness Laney easily breezed through her summer lessons, skimping through some of the assignments and talking her way out of the rest. It was also the summer Jeremey moved in next door, but he was just the boy next door and Laney just saw him as friend she wasn’t allowed to see without a chaperone but they could sit there for hours talking and laughing. Both he and Alice gave her birthday cards; Alice wrote about how boring her summer at home was but she had made a new friend this new guy that was coming to school with them next year and she couldn’t wait for Laney to meet him. He was a really cool guy who knew all about the grimy side to living. Laney wasn’t sure about this new guy, but she was willing to give anyone Alice liked a chance, after all she wasn’t one to say no to her best friend.
It turned out that the guy had turned Alice on to smack, but Laney didn’t learn that till later. She only knew him as Eric but Alice seemed to adore him and spent most of her time with him. Laney chalked it up a little girl crush and that she would get it over it soon enough, so she turned her attention back to her studies, writing to Jeremy every so often about how school was doing, not realizing she was slowly starting to crush on him.
It was the end of the semester when Alice told Laney she wasn’t coming back next year, that she had no intention of going to high school. Her and Eric we’re going to head out for California and get jobs as models and live the rich famous life without having to work for it. Nothing Laney said could change their minds; they just kept saying if she could see the world like they did that she would understand eventually cruelly teasing that she was a square.
It kept going until Laney was afraid she was going to lose her best friend allowing herself to be talked into trying heroin for the first time.
Her summer passed in a blur of the three of them hopping trains and spending their parents’ money to get their hands on more, her lessons slipped and her mother was infuriated. Alice always said it was because her mother was jealous about her freedom and it was nothing to worry about. There we’re a few days when Jeremy would come over and try to talk to her, but she would just ignore him part of her ashamed to let him see her like this. By the beginning of fall her parents shipped her off to the best boarding school they could find, trying to separate her from Alice. For a while it didn’t work, the girls would write each other constantly but eventually the letters stopped coming and Laney lost her connection, her only saving grace was the letters from a certain boy next store.
For the next two years she desperately clung to that boy, they eventually started dating and she slowly rebuilt her life listening to whatever her mother told her. Her grades returned where they needed to be, and she even learned to plaster on a fake smile again and pretend the world was nothing but sunshine and rainbows. Eventually everyone thought that she had but that random streak of rebellion behind her, that it was just a mistake and all should be forgotten, and though she kept some of the skills she picked up that summer Laney focused more on her relationship with Jeremey taking him with her to her coming of age ball, she went with him to his senior prom as his date. She thought they were the couple to be, but a few weeks before she left for Ashbury he stopped talking to her, dropping her like a dirty pair of shoes.
She's spent the past few weeks refocusing on herself and picking up the pieces wondering what she did wrong this time to loose someone else close to her.
Favorite Memory
The first time she got to experience the high life of the city, she was a four year old girl all dolled up and in a gorgeous gold dress, it was a gala for the ages, glittering lights and masks everywhere as everyone was caught up in a sweeping whirlwind of dancing and laughter. She honestly thought that must be what heaven truly looks like, a never ending party and array of elegance.
Least Favorite Memory
Her first and last heartbreak; it was their anniversary and she was waiting there all dressed up at the restaurant for hours hopefully watching the door. She sat there till closing when the manager called her a cab and kindly broke the news that it didn’t seem like he was coming.
What corporation sent you to Ashbury?
Phantom Security
Small but fast growing high end security company out of New York, under the current leadership of Ryan Kellard, a young prominent man in his prime, it celebrated its 5th birthday last month and its largest year of new contracts. While the number of clients have started to skyrocket and Ryan has seen a lot more influx in need for security he hasn't been able to land any major clients that would give his company the recognition and publicity it needs for him to launch the opening of a new branch in Europe or possibly Asia that would allow him to do security for politicians and performers as the traveled outside of the states.
Laney's family had little ties to the CEO, having only meet him a few times at her mothers debutante balls and galas arranged for the elite of society to indulge and engage in idle gossip. Having grown up on listening to the elegant way those old harpies went at it, she picked up a few mannerisms and habits. It wasn't until one night that Ryan observed the young girl talk her way out a speeding citation, she had been doing 90 in a 55, without bringing up either of her parents names, just using her wits and smile to convince the officer that she had a valid reason in speeding, that the car would cut off if it went under 70 so she didn't want to chance it.
A blatant lie even Ryan could tell that but he was shocked to see the officer drink it down like it was water.
It was few days after that the young CEO made contact with her family offering them a chance to send their daughter to the most prestigious school in the country for a chance to be groomed and formed into his successor so that he might step down and focus more on the expansion then dealing with the politics and negotiating with dignitaries and other irate costumers having no skill for it himself.
It was an odd request to be sure, a young male wanting a strangers daughter to take over his company, but her parents jumped at the idea of spreading the family legacy farther, letting it touch and soak into that schools soil.
Oh how they would be the talk of the town for years to come.
So off she went without a word for debate or her own opinion.
"The past is always with us, just waiting to mess with the present."
Birthday
October 29th, 1998
Astrological Sign
Scorpio.
Twitter Name
Twitter: @GottaChandler
Tumblr: DanceUnderTheClouds
"I don’t wait around to be disappointed again. So excuse me if I don’t fall for that or you ever again.”
Laney Karie Chandler
"People don’t tell you who you are. You tell them."
Fellow Students:
Hal Polwith
"He seems…sweet? He reminds me of a puppy, or a little brother…Honestly though, he’s a nice guy. He’s always around when you need a good laugh."
Laney doesn’t really talk to Hal; he’s just someone she’s talks to in passing, nothing past the superficial stage of friendship. She finds him to be annoying at sometimes with how he’s always trying to make people happy like they don’t have an option to feel something else. She wouldn’t mind actually getting to know him but isn’t going out of her way to initiate anything either.
Brooke Avery
”She’s interesting…I like her, just don’t tell her that…She reminds me of me but opposite. I’m happy she’s dark but that’s not who we really are, not completely.”
Laney and Brooke have a weird friendship, mostly because Brooke is constantly telling her to shut up every time Laney gets excited and wants to gush and show her a really cute piece of clothing or a puppy or something equally obnoxious. But they have their good moments, when they can just sit in silence and enjoy each other’s company.
Korrigan Alexander Jackson
"Oh, you mean the strange one with the contacts? I haven’t really talked to him. He seems interesting though, besides I’ve never tired playing any of the games he’s always going on about."
Laney doesn’t know much about Korrie, he seems to shy away from her and she doesn’t want to make him anxious or stressed out but would like to be friends with him and see what kind of games he likes, or just talk to him. She likes to be everyone’s friends and he’s one of her main focuses but she wouldn’t want it to be superficial.
Amanda Hirano
"She’s so cute! I wish I could pull of some of the clothes she wears. Though she does seem a little too harsh on her…I’d like to be her friend though."
Laney loves her fashion chooses but when she asks the girl its seems she shy’s away, she doesn’t realize how strong her persona can come across so she’s often afraid to approach Amanda so she admires her from afar but is quick to wave and smile at her, maybe she can slowly work her way up to where she isn’t scaring the girl.
Spencer Dalle
"Spencer, hmmm? He’s rather snarky isn’t he? He’s not so bad though, he sees life differently than everyone else and isn’t blinded by the brighter side so he can’t see the bad as well."
Laney secretly finds Spencer amusing, his snarky attitude often portrays her thoughts better than her eloquently worded insults and demeaning glances when she feels the need to be catty, he also makes a good partner to debate with giving more than the superficial answers she had long crafted for her pageants and the parents that run them. She would consider them friends but isn’t sure if he does or not.
Maie-Marie Malveaux
"She’s always bouncing around isn’t she? Her energy is rather infectious. I wonder if she’d let me go running with her sometime. I really need to get back into it."
At times Laney is jealous by the confidence Maie has wearing simple clothing and wonders if she can pull it off but is so stuck in her high end fashion world that she’s not sure she can step out of her comfort zone. She also likes talking with her when she does join the smaller girl on her daily runs, though she isn’t sure if they are actual friends or not.
Riley Emerson
”She’s cute…I wonder how she would look in a dress. Ah, umm, just from a curiosity stand point of course. Her personality is a lot different than mine, but maybe I can learn a lot from her.”
Laney might have a little bit of a crush on the other girl but hides it well often trying to coax the other girl into trying small amounts of make up or maybe going out for coffee, her odd way of trying to bond with people. Laney would probably annoy Riley a little but she’s okay with that as long as she doesn’t blatantly tell her to go away. Besides that Laney also likes to sit around and read books while Riley does what she wants.
Nathan Duncan Matthews
”Nathan’s a sweetheart, really, that’s the only word that’s coming to mind. He’s mister Prince Charming incarnated, but I wonder if that’s all there is too him?”
Laney likes Nate well enough but hasn’t gotten the chance to really talk with him, though she would like to change that, she finds him charming but wonders if that’s just natural charisma or a forced trait. Part of her likes him the other part is curious about how he manages to stay so genuinely happy and carefree all the time. Curiosity is a big part in her attraction towards him, but she thinks they would at least make great friends.
Connor Molson McQuarrie
”Hmm, that’s a hard one. At time’s he seems a little too far out there and doesn’t know when to reign it back in but I don’t think he means harm. He reminds me of what an older brother might be like, well before my mother got a hold of him.”
Connor is probably Laney’s favorite person at the school, his exuberant personality is so different then what she grew up with. She likes hanging around him though his slang sometime goes right over her head and she feels naive every time she asks him to explain what he just said in normal human terms. She often finds herself genuinely smiling around him.
Brenden Micah Rivers
”Now he’s someone my mother would produce, well-mannered and well groomed. I think we get along great but he might really just be a superficial jerk, it’s hard to read people like him, I would know. I’m not sure how I stand with him. ”
Laney has mixed feelings about Brenden, she knows how to handle him and how to easily get along with him at least on the service but his negative persona gives her a bad taste in her mouth so she doesn’t try to bother acting anything other than her mother’s daughter around him, playing the game she was taught to play. Though he was a little better at maintaining it she liked to think she was a few steps ahead of him at the pass.
Emilie Rose Delacour
”She’s great! We get along well, and she’s always smiling and having fun, it’s nice to see another girl like that around here. Not that I don’t like the others, it’s just nice that someone gets me, ya know?”
Laney genuinely likes Emilie finding her accent pleasant to listen too, glad that someone else fashion taste border on hers so she had someone to talk to about new designs and new trends. Being around her generally lets Laney be her happy bubbly self without getting a look of annoyance. Her pranks also amuse her though she’s way too restrained to actually help with them.
Aspen Cael Hancock
“Aspen, definitely intense, he doesn’t come across as ambitious as he really is, but he’s a great guy and a great friend if you ever need anything.”
Acacia Celeste Hancock
“I swear this girl is crazy, but the good kind, you can’t help but be caught up into her whirlwind of energy and you’ll find yourself in the most interesting situations with her. It’s fun.”
Laney loves the twins; they’re always doing something for campus or plotting their next big thing. She likes to watch them interact, they’re opposite of each other, Aspen much calmer and laid back, traits Laney wished she could mimic while Acacia is always doing something. She’s so vibrant and full of life that sometimes Laney feels twinges of jealously towards her. She very much likes helping the twins with their preparations and executing if she can.
“Oh! Are we playing 21 questions? Can I play?”
1. How many shoes do they own? What types?
“Oh ummm, that’s a hard one. I haven’t counted recently so I’ll go with 30? Most of them are definitely heels, or boots with heels, or just boots.”
2. Are they on social media? Who’s in their profile pictures with them?
“Let’s See. Twitter, Facebook, and Tumblr. The first two have a simple picture of me on it but my Tumblr has a field of flowers. It’s really pretty.”
3. How many romantic relationships have they had?
“I’ve only had one, that didn’t end well. Next question please.”
4. Are they right- or left-handed?
“Left-handed much to my mother’s chagrin.”
5. What charities do they donate to?
“I plan to; I just haven’t had the time to set it up yet.”
6. What are their biggest fears?
“Letting someone close to you and then they leave with nothing but a gaping hole to show they had been there at all.”
7. How much money do they make?
“I don’t work, I’m a student. “
8. What is their ethnicity?
“I’m American, of European decent.”
9. Do they speak with an accent?
“I’ve been told I sound like a Northerner? So I guess so?”
10. What did they dress as for Halloween last year?
“I wore the cutest costume. I was a Polar bear; cute fluffy paws and a fluffy hat with ears, leg warmers and white boots with a really cute white cocktail dress.”
11. What are their email addresses, blogs, and websites? Passwords?
“If you need me reach me on twitter at @GottaChander, or at DanceUnderTheClouds.tumber.com. You can't have my passwords though.”
12. What are they superstitious about?
“The number 13, don’t ask why I just don’t like it when I can pushes numbers together and it makes a letter.”
13. Are they allergic to anything?
“Not that I know of, but I can’t bring myself to eat Brussel Sprouts. Does that count?”
14. What hobbies do they have?
“Hmm, I like running, reading, writing, blogging, and shopping.”
15. Do they keep secrets?
“It’s not my place to tell the thoughts of others, when I still hold thoughts of my own.”
16. What are their astrological signs?
“I’m a Scorpio, though I’m also a Tiger.”
17. What are their taste in movies, books, and music?
“I love horror movies, it’s a secret though, those and mainstream reality series. I know they’re horrible but I can’t help but watch them. I love all books, just not romance ones. I really like classical and laid back modern blues and R&B music.”
18. Do they have scars?
“Now that's a secret.”
19. What are their feelings on gay marriage, abortion, legalization of marijuana, or other controversial topics?
“I think it’s in the best interest of the people to allow them some freedom to what makes them happy, who are we to tell others what they can and can’t do in such small regards.”
20. Any tattoos or piercings?
“My mother would kill me, so no.”
21. What does their handwriting look like?
“I was taught to write in script, so it’s usually loopy and flows together. Though it’s proper cursive I like to think it’s pretty to look at.
22. What is their religious background?
“My father was a firm believer in Christ, so I would have to say Christian in a sense of the word.”
23. Where do they like to shop?
“Ah, that’s a hard one. I love walking through downtown and just going into all the cute little boutiques. Though I’m not adverse to name brands at all, I generally just buy what I like no matter where I go."
24. What is their relationship like with their sibling(s)?
“I have the unfortunately pleasure of being an only child.”
25. Do they have enemies? How did they make them?
“Not that I know of, I do hope I haven’t upset anyone.”
26. What are their ambitions? Do they have a “five-year plan”?
“I wouldn’t say I was ambitious and for a five-year plan I have that set out for me seeing as I’m in line to take over a company?”
27. What are their political preferences?
“I prefer not to associate myself with that side of the dregs of civilized society.”
28. What do they habitually keep in their cupboards, medicine cabinets, and purses?
“Candy! Anything sweet really, that and coffee cups, I might collect them…I keep your normal array of things in my medicine cabinet, and my phone, my planner, candy, make-up and whatever else finds it’s way into my purse.”
29. What are their favorite outfits/pieces of clothing?
“Just one? Hmm…I’d have to say the dress I wore to my mother’s formal. A floor length black dress with a teardrop open back, high neck and long sleeves, I wore it with my hair down in manicured curls and a deep red lipstick.
30. What do they keep in remote storage?
“Mother keeps my car in there as well as the dresses from my younger years and my pageant ribbons and trophies.”
31. Are they night owls or morning people?
“Night Owl, I need coffee to get through the day.” |
53,120 | 1,443 | 8 | 2,567 | 1,182 | Brooke had arrived to the party with a couple of bottles of booze. She needed it to get through this party. Brooke wasn't a huge fan of crowds, but she didn't want to be left out on all of the inside jokes the next day. When she had arrived, the party was just beginning, everyone still in their phase of "Oh my god, it's so good to see you! I missed you so much!"
It was all fake.
Without really greeting anyone, Brooke hunkered down on a chair right next to the food. The few people that she would go and say hi to were all people with a lot of friends and they had people around them. Gross. Popping open a bottle and tipping it into her mouth, Brooke had a little pre-party at the party by herself. Drunk Brooke was the Brooke who went to parties, not sober Brooke. While she didn't really become social or nicer drunk, it made it bearable to be constantly surrounded by people for a long period of time.
So Brooke sat there, gazing at everyone intermingling. She had also claimed an entire bowl of chips to herself. Dill pickle chips were her favorite.
"Let's get this party started!"
Acacia could hardly contain her excitement. People were beginning to arrive, and it was simply going to be amazing! Of course, because everyone was a hungry teenager, the food was beginning to deplete at a rapid pace. Thank goodness people brought food with them. A massive pizza delivery order would work, but Acacia wanted to avoid that if at all possible. It was simply cruel to call up Pizza Hut and say "Hey, I need 500 pizzas NOW." For a while, Acacia played hostess, greeting everyone as they came in, directing people where to put food and bags and such, and giving a quick rundown of the Hancock Hideaway for those first-timers.
When Nate came around to find her, Acacia was overjoyed to see her friend. Embracing Nate in a tight hug, Acacia started on her trademark rapid fire talking. "Oh my god Nate, it's so good to see you! I missed you so so so much! My first day was great! I missed Ashbury, and everyone! I'm so glad that everyone showed up! It's too early to say if it's a success, but I do hope it is!"
Once she let go of Nate, she glanced around and noticed a certain awkwardness in the air. The party had just begun, and it appeared that the initial hype of seeing everyone had died down. Yes there was music, yes there were some dancing, yes there was food. But everyone was divided and kinda standing around in clumps without doing anything! This wouldn't do. Something had to be done!
"Hey Nate, I'll catch up with you in a bit, okay? Right now the party desperately needs my attention."
Acacia darted through the crowd, to make her way over to the karaoke things. Grabbing the microphone, she climbed on top of the table to be visible to everyone in the mansion.
"Hey everyone! Thanks for coming to my party!" Acacia called out to the crowd, her amplified voice grabbing everyone's attention. "For those of you who don't know me, I'm Acacia Hancock. I'm your student council president at Ashbury, and I'm also hosting this little get together tonight! I hope you all have a good time tonight, and if there's any problems, you can come find me or my brother, Aspen. Wait, is he even here?"
Acacia scanned the crowd as a chorus of yes's rang out, a bunch of people pointing towards her twin. "Oh hey! There he is. Yeah, go find him too if there's a problem, or you need to know where the bathroom is or something."
"Anyways, we have a bunch of food--thanks to everyone who brought something! We really appreciate it--we have both board games and video games, we have a pool in the backyard, we have karaoke... There's a lot to do, so enjoy yourselves okay?"
"This should be an interesting night."
A few hours have passed since the party started. Really, it was amazing how much his little sister could rally up the crowd. Whenever there was a lull in the party, Acacia was there to pump it up. Aspen had helped a bit, but mostly he was just hanging out and chilling with his friends--and maybe he was a little buzzed too. It had been amusing how quickly Connor had initiated beer pong. Most people enthusiastically joined in of course. Someone in a drunken stupor had called it "bear pong" and as a joke, Acacia had suggested everyone put on a bear suit that they apparently had hanging around from a play for some reason. Seriously, why did she hang on to them? Did Acacia ever foresee a situation in which it was absolutely crucial to have multiple bear suits? Anyways, people were wearing bear suits now, for whatever reason. It was strange, but at least beer pong is always fun.
There had also been a quick game of Sardines, which was also always fun. 10+ people were jammed in the walk-in closet on the third floor. When Aspen had found them, they were all giggling and exchanging sly glances. He did not want to know what had transpired. Did they leave a prank somewhere? Did they have an orgy? Did they commit murder and framed it on someone? He could only hope that it was none of those things.
Now the majority of the people at the party were gathered in the little incline of their living room, sitting on the steps to form a circle. Aspen was munching on a cupcake as he sat next to Hal and Laney. They had all sat here to mingle and talk for a bit. Before the initial buzz had died down, Acacia was there to save the party.
"Oh hey guys, you know what we should do?" Acacia said with a slight giggle. Aspen raised his eyebrow, recognizing that she was a bit tipsy. He'd have to make sure to get some food in her later, babysitting a hungover Acacia while he himself was hungover was not an experience that he wanted to repeat.
"Everyone hands up!" Acacia called out, holding up her own hands. "For those of you who don't know how to play Never Have I Ever... It's simple. We go around the circle saying something we've never done. If you've done it, you have to clap--so you can't hide!--and put down a finger. You lose if you put all 10 down! Who wants to start?" | "Life would be so much better if I was born as a house cat."
-Acacia Hancock
Name
Acacia Celeste Hancock
Nicknames
Ace, Aca, Caci.
Out of all of these, Acacia prefers Caci the most. But she would definitely prefer to be called Acacia.
Age
17
Gender
Female
Sexual Orientation
Heterosexual
Grade Level
Junior
Appearance
Like everyone in her family, Acacia was blessed with startlingly blue eyes, and dark hair. Her dark brown hair extends to her waist, and she can often be seen fiddling with it--especially when she's nervous. Her bright blue eyes are almond shaped and can be killer puppy dog eyes when she wants them to be. She's shorter than her brother, Aspen standing at a height of 5'7.
"I just want everyone to be happy."
Personality
There's just something endearing about Acacia that makes you want to hug her tightly.
She's such a sweetheart. You see it in the way her entire face lights up when she laughs, the striking blue eyes that crinkle with her serene smile... Acacia has a certain charm about her that people seem to gravitate towards. Her energy and her bright laughter is simply contagious, and when she steps into a room, it lights up. Acacia loves making friends with people, and is rather successful at it! She's simply a lovely person and always seems to know just the right thing to say. This girl is confident, flirty, and bold. She's very dedicated to whatever she does, and puts 120% effort into it. It doesn't take a lot of work for her to gain admirers and friends.
Acacia is a natural silver tongue. She has a way with words. Combined that with her charming delivery? The results can be devastating. She can be quite manipulative when she wants to be--which fortuately is not very often. She's a natural leader, and being the president of the student council she puts this skill to use. Interestingly, Acacia doesn't really care about being a leader. She became the president because she was nominated and elected, and because she does a great job. Ironically, the twin that doesn't really care about being a leader has all of the leadership qualities, while the twin that does really want to be a leader is more suited to be a follower.
Despite her intelligence in academics, is not very street smart and is rather gullible. She's the type of person to actually spell out "gullible" before realizing that it in fact does not sound like orange. She also is a rather jealous person who can be possessive of her friends. She is a person who gets really anxious and paranoid whenever she feels like she's left out of the loop and dislikes it when she sees her friends with other people. However, this is all expressed on the inside and she gives no outwardly indication. She is quite meek, unable to speak her mind unless it's a student council issue or whatever it may be. Acacia doesn't like it when people are overly opinionated and feels uncomfortable in a debate. She as a general rule doesn't like arguing with people and is often very passive aggressive.
Likes
Animals
Figure Skating
Gymnastics
Movies--horror movies in particular
Singing, acting and dancing
Dislikes
Elevator music
People who can't see multiple sides of an issue
Candy corn
Arguments and confrontations
Being late
Art--Acacia may be good at the arts, but she can't draw to save a life
Fears
Losing people important to her, rejection, the darkness
"You can't scare me! I saw you lurking."
Strengths
Graceful
Authoritative
Athletic
Photogenic
Witty
Weaknesses
Overanalyzes everything
Passive aggressive
Jealous
Gullible
Not very assertive
History
Acacia grew up with her brother, Aspen away from her parents. While Aspen learned to grow without them and found confidence, Acacia grew up being racked with self-doubt about why her parents weren't ever around. She would spend nights crying herself to sleep about it. She loved her surrogate mother dearly, but it was never the same. This is where her abandonment issues and jealousy stems--she needs a constant figure to be by her side. Fortunately, her brother Aspen was always there to pull her out of the dumps.
Once Aspen began winning photography contests with her as a model, Acacia rediscovered her confidence that she was sorely lacking. She decided that she wanted to be fit and pretty for her brother's camera, so she began trying her hand at various sports. The ones that stuck with her were gymnastics and figure skating. She also harbors a love for dancing, acting and singing--all documented by Aspen.
Unlike Aspen, Acacia never really thought about being a CEO or being a leader. However, it was how she was. Whenever there was a group project, people naturally turned to Acacia as the leader and she rolled with it. Ever mini skit she put together was largely directed by her. Acacia is a natural leader, and people respond to that. Her parents finally somewhat returned to Acacia's life when they sent her to Ashbury to be schooled into the next CEO for their corporation.
Acacia was overjoyed at the fact that she wouldn't be separated from Aspen, who secured a spot at this prestigious school for photography. But Acacia is lost. She doesn't know what she wants to do with life, and she's being shoved into a future she doesn't know if she wants. Oh well, if she's going to be here, she's going to be good at it.
Favorite memory
The first time her brother photographed her. It was on a rainy day, and Aspen told her to dance around--the way she does when she thinks no one is looking. He managed to capture an incredible shot of her spinning around in the rain, with a thunderbolt in the background.
Aspen and Acacia participated in an Open Mike a few years ago, with Aspen on guitar and Acacia singing. They got such a great response!
When Acacia lost a regional dance competition. Aspen seemed upset that the judges chose another team, but Acacia was satisfied with how far her and her team had come.
Every moment spent with her parents
Least favorite memory
When she broke her arm in gymnastics. She had landed badly on her leg when she lost her grip on the double bars, and it caused her to be unable to dance, skate or act for a long time and she missed regionals for various competitions.
Trying her hardest to smile at her birthday party, after her parents texted her saying they can't make it.
What corporation sent you to Ashbury?
Her parent's company, Hancock Corporations needed a back up! So they thrust their unsuspecting daughter into those large shoes. She had great leadership qualities, she was smart, so why not? They never really asked her about it though.
"Aspen, they just texted me that they can't make it to our birthday party today.
Some important meeting came up."
Birthday
May 24th
Astrological Sign
Gemini
Twitter Name
@LittleMissAcacia for all of her usernames
"Surprise!"
How many shoes do they own? What types?
"I don't own a lot of shoes, just your standard dress shoes, sneakers, etc etc etc. But Acacia on the other hand..."
"I don't have that many shoes! Just some boots, various heels, a few pairs of sneakers, flats..."
"See? That's already like, 5 times more than me."
"....."
Are they on social media? Who’s in their profile pictures with them?
"Grove_Photography is the new instagram of the extremely talented and sought after teenage photographer! Be sure to check out his instagram! He's also available for booking, so please contact him if you like any of his photos!"
"What's with the advertisement...?"
"Aspen Hancock is the up-and-coming photographer! Get him now while you can. His photography skills are evident in even as something as simple as his profile picture. It's a photograph of himself taken through a glass pelted with raindrops and it looks very surreal and mysterious.
"Acacia..."
"Also be sure to check out his model extraordinaire, Acacia Hancock! Not only is she an extremely beautiful girl, her instagram is to die for. Just look for her fantastic profile picture--it's me mid-jump when I'm ice skating. Yeah, photography skills and stuff, but she has a lot of talents too!"
"Acacia!"
"Hahahaha, jeez Asp, I'm kidding!"
How many romantic relationships have they had?
"Neither of us had that many, actually."
"Unfortunately, Aspen scares them away."
"Yeah, cuz I'm so scary, right? You scare off any potential girlfriends too."
"Grrr, we're so terrifying."
Are they right- or left-handed?
"Acacia is right handed."
"And Aspen is sinister."
What charities do they donate to?
"A lot actually. We've donated to Habitat for Humanity, Homeless shelters, cancer research..."
"Some charities really need money, and we have a lot of it. And I don't think we're every going to use all of it. So we like to share bit by bit."
What are their biggest fears?
"You used to be scared of thunder. Like, terrified. You used to hide under the blankets every time it stormed."
"Why would you even bring that up? That was like... 14 years ago."
"You might still be scared!"
"You wanna go there? What about the time you literally climbed up a tree to get away from a dog."
"I was like 3!"
"Exactly."
How much money do they make?
"Aspen makes sooo much cash from Grove Photography. It's ridiculous."
"What about you? You make a lot of money from winning competitions."
"Well, yeah. But they're not consistent. Maybe I should get a job."
What is their ethnicity?
"I think we're just European.
"Hmmm, I thought I heard mom mention something about being descended from King Henry the whatever or something.
"Maybe we should look into that."
Do they speak with an accent?
"Unfortunately, no."
"We wish. A Scottish or British accent would be really cool."
"Pip pip cheerio!"
".....No Caci. No."
What did they dress as for Halloween last year?
"Prepare for trouble!"
"Make it double!"
"To protect the world with devastation!"
"To unite all people within our nation!"
"To denounce the evil of truth and love!"
"To extend our reach to the stars above!
"Jessie!"
"James!"
"Team Rocket blast off at the speed of light!"
"Surrender now or prepare to fight!"
What are their email addresses, blogs, and websites? Passwords?
[email protected], and I also have a blogspot and tumblr for my photography.
"Also, Aspen's password is--"
"Whoa, what? you know my password?"
"My email is [email protected]. And my instagram documents all of my competitions, hobbies, and photographs! Check it out!"
"Wait, Acacia, don't change the subject!"
What are they superstitious about?
"I'm not superstitious, but Acacia on the other hand..."
"I don't believe any of it. I just don't want to risk any of it being true, just in case."
"You collect every 4 leaf clover you fine."
"They're cute, okay?"
Are they allergic to anything?
"Both of us are allergic to penicillin."
"We break out in hives."
What hobbies do they have?
"Well besides for photography... Photoshop is really fun, image editing in general."
"Idiot, that's still a part of photography."
"Uh, right. I guess we play video games a lot, We have a running tally of who wins. And I really like playing the guitar, and swimming. Obviously."
"Everyone already knows what we like. I like dancing, figure skating... Stuff like that. I dabble in acting. And singing is fun too. Lately I've been into netflix. But that's everyone."
Do they keep secrets?
"Very much so. I know a lot of things that Aspen doesn't because I don't tell him anything."
"Likewise."
What are their astrological signs?
"We're Geminis."
"Isn't that ironic?"
What are their taste in movies, books, and music?
"I'm mostly into sci-fi and action."
"Nerd."
"And despite you making me watch horror movies with you, I don't like them!"
"Would you rather watch romcoms with me?
"Maybe."
Do they have scars?
"Nope, not really."
"We've had a fairly unadventurous childhood. And we never seriously fought enough to scar each other."
What are their feelings on gay marriage, abortion, legalization of marijuana, or other controversial topics?
"......"
"Acacia really doesn't like discussing things like this."
"Pro-choice, pro-marriage, no opinion on weed."
"What's with the heavy sigh?"
"I don't like arguing..."
"There's no one to argue with, idiot. I'm the only one here, and we have the same opinion."
Any tattoos or piercings?
"I have my ear lobes pierced, but that's about it."
"I don't have anything. I know, I know. I'm boring."
"Yeah you are."
What does their handwriting look like?
"Really similar, actually. Emma liked to say that handwriting was the window to the soul, so she had us take calligraphy classes."
"Yeah, we write out "g"s and "f"s and "A"s the same way."
"But otherwise my writing is most loopy and flowing. Aspen's is more precise and neat."
"That represents out personalities really well, actually."
What is their religious background?
"Uh... Agnostic, I guess? What do you think?"
"Agnostic works. I don't believe that God exists, but I'm not an atheist."
"Yup, mom, dad and Emma weren't really religious either."
Where do they like to shop?
"We own a lot of designer clothing. When Acacia models them, or I photograph them, we receive a lot of clothes and accessories as thanks."
"Designer clothing is super nice. But I usually just go shopping at popular stores. Forever 21 is one of my favorites--they have really cute clothes for a really cheap price!"
What is their relationship like with their sibling?"
"Horrible. We hate each other."
"Can't even stand to be in the same room."
"Ew, get away from me you freak."
Do they have enemies? How did they make them?
"We have none that we know of."
"I hope we don't have any..."
What are their ambitions? Do they have a "five-year plan"?
"Oh yeah, definitely. Once I graduate, I'm going to be an intern and assistant for Charles Modelli, the current CEO of Mode. He's going to retire in a few years, so until then I'm going to get acquainted with people of the industry while majoring in photography and digital art at the California Institute of Arts. Once Modelli retires, I'm going to take over Mode and hopefully expand it and hire more permanent employees. My eventual goal is to expand Mode and promote it even more, and to start a Mode magazine. What about you Acacia?"
"Uh... Graduate?"
What are their political preferences?
"Hate politics. They make me angry. Next."
"Yeah, it's fine. We can move on. I'm not heavily involved in politics either."
What do they habitually keep in their cupboards, medicine cabinets, and purses?
"In my purse I always have my wallet, some pens, some mint and gum, band-aids, chapstick, my mini-planner and my portable charger."
"I don't carry around a purse. We usually just have your standard medicine cabinet drugs like benedryll, ibuprofen and stuff in the cabinets. And cupboards... uh, cups and stuff?"
What are their favorite outfits/pieces of clothing?
"I love my cream colored dress with flowery branches."
"I'm a pretty big fan of this green jacket."
What do they keep in remote storage?
"I don't think we have remote storage."
"Yeah, we have places for everything. Even incredible things."
Are they night owls or morning people?
"I'm a night owl. But Acacia on the other hand..."
"Definitely morning!"
"Lucky duck. She would wake me up at 7 AM when we were young because she was bored. Actually... She still does that sometimes."
"Heehee." |
53,121 | 1,443 | 9 | 1,740 | 342 | Hal Polwith
As soon as Connor had barged into the party, Hal had known this was going to be a good night. After the general rush of seeing people he hadn't seen at school already, the "Hi how're you's" and the "How was your breaks" things had gotten going. Acacia had made multiple announcements to keep the party running, and when drinks started going around, things started to slip a bit.
Connor had of course started the beer pong game almost immediately, he liked to argue that it should be a pro sport and that he should be the first world champion. Some drunk guy had slurred it into bear pong, and for some reason the Hancock's had bear costumes. Hal had tried to make a joke about it, but Aspen was walking by and he worried his friend might somehow take offense. So they had played bear pong for a while. Hal had lost, but he made a point of spilling one of the cups on his opponent, just for fun, which meant one of the suits now smelled like beer.
A game of "Sardines" had started up, and Hal had followed the crowd. At one point, he had been pushed into a coat in the closet, and by the end had been buried 10 people deep. Apparently something had happened, not that Hal could actually see anything. When Aspen found them, he had tried to ask Hal, but Hal had shrugged it off, his buzz making it seem irrelevant. Hey, let the kids have their fun, nobody was dead...right?
After that he had wandered the party for a bit, bumped into his friend Eric, who had set up a contest between the two of them to see who could fit more pigs-in-a-blanket in their mouth. A crowd and formed and the two guys had both reached 9, with Eric beating Hal out in the end. The winner got a fresh drink and bragging rights, and Hal had made a comment about "pig-headedness", which Eric had found so funny that he had started to choke and Hal had need to perform the Heimlich.
The group had eventually settled into a largish circle on the Hancock's living room step, Hal sat between Aspen and Emilie. Acacia had suggested Never have I ever, a game Hal was excellent at because he was one of the few people who grew up not rich. "...If you've done it, you have to clap--so you can't hide!--and put down a finger. You lose if you put all 10 down! Who wants to start?" Acacia asked the group. She was clearly a bit drunk, and Hal couldn't help but smirk. When she glared at him, jokingly, he threw his hands up defensively, grinning widely.
"Alright alright, I'll start," he said. He stood, prepared to make a bit of a show out of it. "Never," he paused, glancing around, "have I ever" he said, spinning to look at the whole room. A few people giggled at him, others seemed impatient for him to move on. He looked sideways at Connor, an evil grin spreading "been, lets just say assaulted, for calling a girl a "fine ass biddie"" Hal sat back down. Connor leaned out from his seat a few over and glared daggers at him. Hal laughed silently. Oh how he'd pay for this. | Henry "Hal" Polwith
"If nobody traveled back in time to stop you from doing it, how bad can it be?"
-Hal Polwith
Hal Polwith
Henry Trent Polwith
Nicknames
Henry goes by Hal. It's just a common nickname for Henry, and his parents have called him that since he was young. He wonders why they didn't just name him Hal.
Age
17
Gender
Male
Sexual Orientation
Heterosexual
Grade Level
Junior
Appearance
Hal is a relatively average looking boy at first glance. 5'10", straight, brown, shortish hair, green eyes. But a more detailed inspection reveals a lot about him. While not a hulking beast of muscle, Hal is well toned, and by no means weak. His upper body and upper arms in particular are well toned. His long legs lend him most of his height. Hal is generally found wearing jeans or khaki pants/shorts, a t-shirt, and a jacket or sweatshirt. He's anti-hat, unless it's his New York Giants baseball cap. He has a medium length scar just above his right pectoral.
"Let's go hiking...or kayaking...or for a run!"
Personality
Hal is a bright and happy guy. He's upbeat, positive, and hard to get down. He's a big fan of making jokes, though he's often told they aren't as funny as he thinks. Despite this he still laughs, and makes a point of laughing at everyone else's jokes, regardless of whether anyone else thinks they're funny. Hal's smart as a whip, though he doesn't like to show it. Unless the person he's interacting with is excessively rude, obnoxious, or dull, Hal will try his best to keep a conversation going. He loves talking to people, and figuring out how they work, especially people with complicated or interesting personalities. Unfortunately, this makes him rather pushy. He will not give up on making somebody laugh until he is absolutely sure he has failed. This makes him somewhat obnoxious to those who don't like him straight out.
In reality, Hal is fueled by a need to make everyone feel happy about themselves. He believes nobody deserves to feel like crap. A battle with depression as a middle schooler has left him feeling the need to make sure nobody else has to feel that way. He's also terrified it will come back and he'll collapse again. He's also near-impossible to offend. Hal loves history, and can talk about it for ages before somebody tells him to shut up. He's also a big fan of literature and reading in general, which he often has to hide from those who don't know him well for fear of being stereotyped. Generally, Hal is afraid of being viewed as something he isn't, or something with a negative connotation, even if it isn't true. Outwardly, he'll brush it off, but inside, it hurts him deeper than most would think.
Hal loves the outdoors, and is obsessed with going out and exploring them. Be it hiking, rock climbing, fishing, camping, or swimming, Hal will go out there and do it. He often drags his friends out, not always to their wishes, but they usually end up having a good time. He swims competitively as a sport, which gives him his surprising physique. He finds animals refreshing, but tires of them quickly, with the exception of dogs. Hal's also a big fan of food. American food, deep fried, baked, barbecue sauce slathered american food. He can eat it because all his exercise keeps him from getting fat. He often jokes about this.
Likes
History
Reading/Literature
The Outdoors/Adventure
Dogs
The New York Giants
Swimming
Movies
Food (especially deep fried)
Dislikes
Sadness
Stereotyping
Math
Cats
Falling Behind
Feeling Helpless
Fears
A return to his depression, Cats
Strengths
History
Athletics
General Cheeriness
Charismatic Interaction
Humor
Organization
Weaknesses
Mislabeling (of himself or others)
MATH
Unsociable people
Stubborn
Inwardly Fragile
There's a place downtown that serves deep-fried burgers! You want to come try them with me?
History
Hal grew up a relatively average kid. His mother died when he was young, but his father was always there, even though he worked long hours as a mechanic. Hal's childhood was spent helping his father fix things and running around in the forest behind his house. Hal didn't have many friends until he reached 6th Grade, when he suddenly found that comedy was a way for him to connect to others. He instantly became a favorite of kids in his grade, and everyone knew him.
Surprisingly, Hal felt alone. His life felt superficial, and his friends phony. After a nasty snub from a girl when he was in 8th grade, Hal spiraled downward into a horrid depression. He spent months like this, feeling like nothing was worth doing. Only once did he ever consider ending it, and nearly went through with it, but in the end, he stopped himself. Finally, his father noticed what was going on and he was sent to a doctor, where he recovered over the next month or so. Amazingly, his school work has not suffered, a brilliant feat of resilience.
Upon his admission to the Ashbury Academy, Hal was overjoyed, if confused. He had no idea why he was admitted, but was glad to get a fresh start after the mess he had made of his middle school life. Hal quickly took up his new mission of making as many people happy as he could, and set out for it with a passion. He eventually developed a more close and earnest group of friends, those who shared some of his likes and beliefs. He finally feels like he's found his place in the world, and wonders what will happen when he has to go out and do it all for real.
Favorite memory
Hanging from a treebranch over a the creek behind his house as a 10 year old. He loved the feeling of being so high but so free. Nothing could beat the feeling of the drop into the creek either.
Least favorite memory
The blackest moment of his depression, when he considered his suicide. He refuses to even think in detail about the incident.
What corporation sent you to Ashbury?
Tromford Automotive is a massive, industrial, car company. Its owner and CEO, Frank Tromford, is worth billions. Tromford cars are considered high quality, cheap vehicles, and are renowned around the world.
While working on a particularly fancy Tromford car, Hal's father unwittingly began a discussion with Mr. Tromford himself. The two hit it off, and Mr. Polwith didn't even realize who the man he took out for drinks was until the end of the night. Mr. Tromford, understanding how difficult paying for college would be for Hal, looked into the boy. He got Hal admitted to Ashbury, a debt to which both Polwith men owe him greatly.
Birthday
October 15th
Twitter Name
@Halpoles
"Hey, c'mon, at least you aren't addicted to drugs or uglier than a bulldog hit by a truck!"
HAL POLWITH
"Hey! How's Your Day? Even if it's bad, I'm still happy to listen!"
Brooke Avery
"Hmm...Tricky. Not the kind of person I work well with, but, I guess I don't dislike her. Don't talk to her much at all."
Given their opposing personalities, Hal and Brooke are not exactly excellent friends. Hal tries to "work his magic" on her when he can, but its fairly obvious to him it doesn't work. He shrugs it off and moves on.
Korrigan Alexander Jackson
"He seems like a nice enough guy. Can't say the hair and eyes don't throw me off. He knows his books, I'll give him that."
Hal and Korrie will probably get along decently, they share some interests. Hal is rather off-put by Korrie's appearance, and often stares, though he thinks Korrie notices more than it appears. Korrie seems to object to Hal's personality, but he doesn't mind.
Amanda Cho
"Such a cute girl. It's really too bad she's so hard on herself... But she does seem to like my company, so can't say I object."
Hal feels this is a girl who needs his help. He tries to act well around her, and works hard to try to boost her self esteem. They're probably a good bet to become friends.
Spencer Dalle
"Christ, what a prick sometimes. We get it, you have red hair. Cheer up bud..."
Hal and Spence are often at odds, given their near opposite personalities. Hal is fed up with hearing the same 10 jokes about Spence's hair color. At least tell original jokes. And, somewhere in Hal's head, he feels sorry for the boy. He does want to help, and be friends, the guy just wont let him.
Maie-Marie Malveaux
"*whistles* Dang! Never met somebody so similar to me! Great girl. Wish she'd race me though. I bet I could win."
Hal secretly has a bit of a crush on Maie. Aside from that, he thinks she's a great person, and he'd love to go out adventuring with her sometime. He appreciates her similar quest to save people, though he thinks hers is more detrimental (to her) than his own.
Laney Kaire Chandler
"She's attractive, that's true. Not really my type though. Seems a bit high-and-mighty, though I guess that's not really her fault..."
Hal finds Laney confusing. She's very outgoing, but at the same time he feels that she towers of the rest of their grade. He often wonders what she's like outside school. He has no real intent of ever finding out, he just likes to think. One of his favorite character studies.
Riley Emerson
"Oy! Don't put me in the ring with her! *laughter* But seriously, toughest damn girl I've ever met. Sometimes, it's even scary. Wish she'd tone it down sometimes though, some people aren't fans."
Hal's intimidated by Riley, though he'd never admit it. She's a very unusual person, so Hal finds her interesting. Hal wonders, though he'd never ask her, if she's trying to hide something with that demeanor. He doubts it, but you never know.
Nathan Matthews
"He's a nice guy, maybe a little too nice. *chuckles* But seriously, I like him. I'd love to see some of his writing, it's always nice to read something from somebody you know."
Hal is essentially an acquaintance of Nathan. They aren't friends per say, but they don't dislike each other. Hal always appreciates somebody as mature as Nathan, and could expect to get along with him well in the future.
Connor MacQuarrie
"If you ever put me on steroids, I think I would be Connor. Though of course, I am more attractive...joking, don't tell him I said that, he could probably beat me up with one hand. Plus he's on the team, so I can't NOT like him."
Hal likes Connor. And he loves hanging out with him. Connor reminds Hal of the brother He never had. Maybe that's a little cheesy, but Hal likes Connor's wild personality. They're best bros.
Brenden Rivers
"Ugh, how can you be such a jerk and so nice at the same time?! Chill bro!
Hal is very put-off by Brenden. The boy's demeanor infuriates him to no end, and Hal is done with it. To put it shortly, Hal stays far away from Brenden. The kind of remarks that come from him can only end badly.
Emilie Delacour
"Emilie is funny. But like sarcastic funny. Snarky I guess. Who am I to argue with snark? Anyway, she's a nice enough girl I guess.
Hal likes Emilie, but is somewhat distracted by her own rapid-happiness nature. Her cynicism washes off him like water on rocks. Understanding her romanticism, Hal tries to make sure he doesn't give off the wrong vibes.
Aspen Hancock
My man! This guy's got a sick backstroke, let me tell you. Honestly, this is the only guy I'd bet against myself on. Plus he takes wicked pictures."
Hal and Aspen are teammates, to put it lightly. Because they share a sport, Hal knows Aspen better than a lot of the other students, especially because the Swim Team is so small. Given both boys are supportive and caring, they get along even better. Hal's humor is the perfect counter to Aspen's quietness.
Acacia Hancock
She's great. I have NEVER met somebody that social, and she's not obnoxious about it at all. And that girl can move. Don't let her size fool you, she has skills. Like, if I had to pick somebody to teach my how to dance, I'd pick her. Seriously though, I need help, do you know anybody?"
Hal is a fan of Acacia, but then, who isn't? He always appreciates her energy and leading talent. But he worries about her clinginess, though he'd never say it to her face. He knows her quiet well because of his relationship with Aspen, and considers her a friend.
Questions for Hal
How many shoes do you own? What types?
"Shoes? Um, okay, weird way to start. I guess I own four sets. Regular shoes, Running shoes, slides for the pool deck, and a pair of work/hiking boots."
Are you on social media? Who’s in your profile pictures with them?
"Yeah, I've got a twitter, I mostly use it to follow other people. Just me in my picture right now, but I've been meaning to change it..."
How many romantic relationships have you had?
"Oh ho ho, looking to see if I'm a playa? Sorry, Connor taught me that. I've had a few girlfriends, nothing serious though."
Are you right- or left-handed?
"Righty all the way! I sign with my left though so its harder to forge. Can't have anyone stealing my patent for real-cheese cheese hats (Don't ask)."
What charities do you donate to?
"Charities? I don't really have enough money to donate to charities. I guess if I did it would be to Red Cross or one of the anti-hunger campaigns."
What are your biggest fears?
"Aw c'mon, really? ...Fine, cats, I hate cats. They give me the heebie jeebies. Feels like they're going to eat my soul, you know?"
How much money do you make?
"Enough. Thats not any of your buisiness. My parents aren't rich like all these other kids, so I actually have to work for my money, so back off."
What is your ethnicity?
"Classic white person answer time: I'm half Polish, a quarter Swedish, and a quarter Scottish. Mostly, I'm a pale white European. But I'm also an American!"
Do you speak with an accent?
"I think American neutral is an accent. I can do a pretty good Russian accent too. I've never been able to nail a Scottish one, though I want to.
What did you dress as for Halloween last year?
"Go Big or go Home! Me and this sophomore guy teamed up to sit on each other's shoulders and we were this like 11 foot tall troll thing. It was great until some little kids accidentally knocked us over."
What are your email addresses, blogs, and websites? Passwords?
"That's too personal. Especially the passwords. Back off."
What are you superstitious about?
"I don't like to walk under ladders. Not because of bad luck or whatever, I just don't want to get squished."
Are you allergic to anything?
"Not that I know of. It would suck to be allergic to peanuts. They're great. Especially as peanut butter....mmmm"
What hobbies do you have?
"Lets see, swimming, running, biking, hiking, kayaking, eating, rock climbing, adventuring, reading, watching movies, eating, did I say eating twice? I'm a big fan."
Do you keep secrets?
"That depends. If you ask me to keep the girl you like a secret, sure. But if you set fire to old man Jenkin's truck (long story), I'm calling the cops. Plus, if you feel like shit, thats something I'm telling about, I don't care whether you asked me not to, its too important.
What are your astrological signs?
"Ugh, that BS? Nope, sorry, no idea. Whatever October is I guess."
What are your tastes in movies, books, and music?
"Okay, Books: I'll read anything that isn't romance or random vauge non-fiction, though my favorite authors are Tolkien and Bradbury. Movies, I'm a big fan of action, thrillers, and comedy, Shawshank Redemption is my favorite. Music, I'm a pretty wide range guy, anything from Coldplay up through Green Day and Arctic Monkeys. No death metal though, ugh."
Do you have scars?
"Yeah, I've got this one wicked one *lifts shirt* right here across my chest. I think I got it from a tree branch, but I tell people I wrestled a bear."
What are your feelings on gay marriage, abortion, legalization of marijuana, or other controversial topics?
"I'm pretty liberal I guess. Pro-gay, pro-abortion and all that. I think we shouldn't restrict gun rights, just do better background checks though. No reason to take all the guns away."
Any tattoos or piercings?
"Ugh, gross, no. I can't stand to even look at them. Maybe ears, but not on guys and little kids, it's just weird."
What does your handwriting look like?
"Couldn't get much worse if you ran my hand over with a truck. I am the bane of every handwritten essay ever. Thank god for keyboards, am I right?"
What is your religious background?
"My dad and I were never very religious. We celebrated Christmas and Easter and stuff, but I don't think I've ever been in a church except for a funeral."
Where do you like to shop?
"Shop? I'm not much of a shopper. I guess I like outdoor stores and bookstores. I want to buy a machete from REI, they look awesome, but I don't actually know what I'd do with it."
What is your relationship like with your sibling(s)?
"I'm an only child. I guess Connor is kind of like a brother, and the team are like my cousins or something? But I don't really know what it's like."
Do you have enemies? How did you make them?
"I hope I don't have any enemies. If I do, maybe they have a peanut allergy. Then I can throw peanuts at them."
What are your ambitions? Do you have a “five-year plan”?
"A five year plan? What am I, a communist? I guess I'm gonna run an automotive company. Before Ashbury, I wanted to teach history at a university. But I'm okay with making billions. *Slightly forced laughter*"
What are their political preferences?
"Like I said, I'm pretty liberal. I guess I'm like, a moderate liberal or something? I don't really care."
What do they habitually keep in their cupboards, medicine cabinets, and wallet?
"I have no idea, thats the one place I'm completely disorganized. I always have my license and my phone, thats about it."
What are their favorite outfits/pieces of clothing?
"My NY Giants baseball cap, even though we suck this year. And my orange-blue flannel shirt, the only shirt I have left from home. All the rest of my stuff I bought here.
What do they keep in remote storage?
"I guess the stuff I left at home is remotely stored. But I don't own a storage unit or anything. Don't those things end up as meth-joints a lot?
Are they night owls or morning people?
"Definetly a morning person. I can get up and swim, or run, or bike, or hike. There's so much mroe to do early in the morning! |
53,122 | 1,443 | 10 | 2,283 | 189 | Nate chuckled as he returned Acacia tight hug and trying to desperately keep up with her hyped up speech. “Oh Ace don’t you worry it’ll be a blast as always!” Nathan began and was just about to ask Acacia if she knew if Laney was going to be here but then she was gone mentioning something about the party needing to be saved. He turned around shaking his head, she needs to calm down the party was going great. People were dancing and talking to each other. Connor had of course started up a game of beer pong and Aspen passed Nate whispering something about bear costumes for some reason.
His smile faltered a little when his unasked question to Acacia answered itself by walking through the door, Laney had just walked in to the mansion with her friend Tyler. Nathan could feel his face turning a shade of pink as he gave the pair an awkward head nod his hand half raised in some attempt at a wave. He spun around in an attempt to find an escape, his eyes fell upon the yearbook editor Martha Banks sitting on the arm of one of the white sofas talking the ear of poor Justin Maloney. Nathan saw his opportunity and took it. He almost sprinted over to them.
“…No I’m just saying Maloney, that you’d be funnier if you got a bit raunchier you know!?” Martha slurred at Justin who was leaning away from her looking to Nathan with a pleading look on his face. Nate laughed and motioned him to just leave. “Heeey there Banks! Having a good time?” Nathan said loudly as Martha was about to follow Justin, she turned to him with a glazed smile on her face. “Natey… Love, you came! I put your interview just before I came here!” Martha said with a sheepish smile and then took a sip from her drink. Nathan made a noise that sounded something like cross between a sigh and a sneeze, remembering some of his answers. Martha followed Nathans gaze and when she saw where it landed she smirked “Oh… Well we could fix that at this party! I could…” Nate put a hand on her shoulder to stop her “Bye Martha…” he sighed as he stood up and left her slurring insults at the freshmen girls sitting to close to her now.
Nathan decided to step outside to the backyard to get some fresh air and get away from more embarrassment. He slid the door open and walked out closing it behind him; if he wasn’t driving he really could go for a drink right about now. He sat down at one of the tables and looked around the vast yard. He could see people sneaking of to the more shadowy parts to have more privacy. Nathan sat there for some time thinking about nothing and everything, then a voice called his name, he spun around to see one of the guys from the school paper motioning him to come back inside “We’re starting a game of never have I ever! You have to come!”. Nathan nodded and made his way back inside.
He sat down beside Connor with his hands raised, Nate laughed as Henry directed a question that he knew would make Connor loose a finger. He remembered the incident Hal was referring to, and it is not something Connor wants the general public to know. The game was picking up speed and people’s fingers were dropping at an alarming rate. Finally it was Nates turn to ask the question, “Hmm. Never have I ever… done drugs! Pot doesn’t count!” He cast a reproachful look at Connor mouthing “Dank weed” as he sat down. | "Whatever you are feeling... just write it down"
-Nathan Matthews
Name
Nathan Duncan Matthews
Nicknames
Nate, he got it because it's shorter than Nathan... it doesn't bother him. At least it's not as bad as the nickname his sister made up "Than" that he despises!
Age
18
Gender
Male
Sexual Orientation
Bisexual
Grade Level
Senior
Appearance
Nathan stands at quite the average height of 5'11" and ha a stockier build which he likes to keep toned by going on runs and going to the gym. He keeps his dark brown hair short-ish with some length kept up top so he has something to work with, not that he styles it really but sometimes he likes to spend some time on grooming. His face is usually lit up with a radiant smile except for when he is in deep concentration because then it is almost always screwed up with his tongue peeking out from the corner of his mouth. Nathan has a rather round and plump face for someone who is as fit as he is, but his sister always tells him that it suits his aura of kindness, it makes him more approachable according to her.
When it comes to clothing Nathan goes for comfort more than anything in his day to day life, but he owns a few suits and blazers that he uses on occasion. He knows when to dress up and when to bust out the sweats! Usually he dresses in jumpers, t-shits, cardigans and jeans with a matching shoe.
"Dude chill! No wait... probably keep you guard up!"
Personality
Nathan is what you would call a mothers dream. He is tall somewhat handsome and gets good grades. If he still had a mother she would probably be bragging about him to everyone who would listen and Nathan would of course sit red faced and deny every bit of praise shot his way, because such is Nathan humble to the point of delusion of his own worth. He refuses to put him self over anyone else because he believes that his triumphs is solely based on luck and great timing, rather than his hard work and diligence. The one thing he took away from his father was that if you wanted a good life you had to work hard, nothing was ever going to be handed to you. So therefore Nathan almost never slacks of when it comes to work or school which can be to the annoyance of his friends when he says no to the second party in a row.
Kind at heart Nathan will always be the one to listen to your stories good or bad because he is a people person who cares deeply for social interaction and he likes to have a large network of contacts and keep those bonds as strong as possible. He is to his own fault sometimes to trusting though as he likes to see the best in everyone even if they clearly doesn't have his best interest at heart and he has been let down because of this a lot of times. Though he feels like an positive outlook on life is what creates a great one and he will stick to that until the day he dies.
He has a kindness to him which makes him extremely approachable and that might be why he always gives a cheery "Hello!" at you when you pass him in the hall. Though his cheery exterior is somewhat hard to crack since he keeps his chewy personal center mostly to himself, only his closest friends know about his family situation and he likes to keep it that way.
Nathan always wanting to always make the right choice not only by him but for the people around him makes him very indecisive and that often results in him missing out on things that could better his future or others. This is a trait he is trying to shake of by being more care free and take risks, but even in this he is unsure of what this is and when to be care free. He is an notorious over-thinker and will focus on one small aspect and obsess over it until it's fixed or vanishes somehow.
He is also quite rancorous, if someone had been mean to him or otherwise done something that he does not agree with, he will hold it against that person until he is proven wrong. He can be a loyal friend but he can also drop you without a backwards glance if you piss him off enough.
Likes
His sister
Sandwiches
Running
Writing
Photography
Kissing
Eating out
Dislikes
His father
Cold showers
Birds
Bananas
Fears
Ornithophobia - Fear of birds "I Just don't trust something that feels like it can poop anywhere it wants!"
He also fears that his sister resents him for leaving her behind
"Yeah... but would you look at how great the sky looks like?!"
Strengths
Quick witted
Positive
Patient
Calculative
Weaknesses
To trusting
Indecisive
Unsure of himself
History
Nathan was born in to the middle class family of Liam and Molly Matthews and had a normal childhood and even had the great pleasure to have a cute baby sister enter his life. So he and his sister Addison had the start of a quite normal and happy childhood until tragedy happened when he was six, his mother was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer at a routine check up. And though she put up a good fight for a couple of months she eventually succumbed to the demon growing inside of her and she passed away. Naturally the family was broken down in despair Molly Matthews was the guiding light for so many people and mostly so for Nathan's father Liam who took the death of his darling wife so hard he went in to a depression so deep that he was not recognizable, he lost his job as an high school psychology teacher and subsequently loss the house in which they had been living in, which meant they had to move in with Nathan's grandparents.
His father never really recovered from his wife's death and spent most of the day lying in bed being unreachable and while Nathan would never go as far as to say that it was neglect, he can not say that his father raised him. That lot fell on his loving grandparents. But as time wore on his grandparents grew weary of Liam's behavior and eventually made him go back to his teachers job, which meant they had to move away to the prestigious school that had graciously hired his father.
With his father working all the time now to provide for them Nathan now had to take care of not only himself but also for his sister Addison, and why he would never say that this was a bother to him. He was robbed of his childhood as he had to grow up far to early than a normal boy should have to. Now in his late teens he is very protective of his sister and will go through anything to aid her in what ever she asks of. But his relationship with his father is forever tarnished and Nathan can't see a way that this could be mended.
Favorite memory
Watching Saturday morning cartoons with his sister in his lap and his mother behind him stroking his hair.
Least favorite memory
Long days spent at their neighbors Mrs. Dilly in her cabbage smelling apartment watching old black and white movies while his father was at work.
What corporation sent you to Ashbury?
Matthews & Spearling publishing is the publishing house that his grandfather co-founded and he would like to keep it in the family. But since his own son probably never will be in the shape to take over the company Mr. Matthews Sr. has put all his money on his grandson. He has noticed that Nathan has a great interest in literature and writing, which he took as a sign to make sure he was to become his predecessor.
So to sharpen Nathan in the departments that he needs to run a large company and to give him the skill sets to succeed at the job, Nathan was sent to Ashbury by his grandfather.
"What?! You haven't read this? Here take it! NOW!"
Birthday
July 6th, 1997
Astrological Sign
Cancer
Twitter Name
Twitter: @NateMate
Instagram: YourMateNate
YourMateNate:"Aah, ice cream just the way I like it!"
"You know, I think this will be an awesome day!"
Nathan hurried up the stairs of the main building and stopped in front of the door in to the computer hall. He opened the door slowly and poked his head in and potted the editor of the yearbook waving at him from a computer in the far left corner. Nathan smiled and walked over to her.
"So, why did you want to see me Martha?" Nathan asked with a puzzled look on his face but smiling as he sat down. "Oh I just want to get like a general idea of what people think about each other at this school you know!" he raised his eyebrows at her answer "But..." he started "Yes! I know it's weird but I'm trying a different angle this year, I just have questions about people I've seen you hang around and such..." Martha said in an indifferent tone. This wasn't that surprising since Martha Banks was notorious for knowing everything about everyone, though he was skeptical to whether her idea was going to be passed by the school board or not but he decided to go along with it anyway "Ok shoot!" Nathan said to her with a wide grin.
Brooke Avery
“Aah Brooke. D’you know the first thing she said to me when we met? “I hate the color green” While staring at my green tie. I couldn’t do anything else but laugh could I? People might think that I and Brooke are the strangest couple of friends at Ashbury, she hating everything and me liking just about everything, and they would be right at first glance. Brooke insults me at every chance she gets, which is often but I can’t help it I just finds her adorably funny and I don’t really care what she says because I can see the smirk hidden beneath the scowl. You could say I killed Brooke with kindness… or… well at least wore her down, and I am now proud to call myself one of Brooke’s friends!”
Laney Kaire Chandler
“Uhm Laney and I aren’t friends per se though I’d like to change that. I mean I think she at least knows who I am; god knows I know who she is. W-w-well because we’re in a lot of the same classes! Hah! It’s not like I’m stalking her, let’s just call them happy coincidences. Or better yet let’s change the subject! Point is, yes I know of Laney and I think she is nice and she seems like she got her stuff together and that is good, y’know? Can we maybe strike this one out?”
Hal Polwith
“Henry! Yeah that kid is awesome. It’s not often you see him without a smile and I love that, plus his dedication to the swim team also known as “The Bro Squad” is just remarkable! We mostly know each other through Connor and we hang out from time to time but not as much as I would like! But If I’m not mistaken Connor said he refused to go to the next rager without his two main “Broskis” and I mean I don’t think I can turn down another party invite from Connor. So hopefully We can all get along!”
Maie-Marie Malveaux
“So we hang out with a lot of the same people right, one would think she would know me by now. But I find myself introducing myself to her every time we meet. I find it quite endearing actually, I guess fault lies with me I must not be making a strong enough impression on her! I might have to change that!”
Korrigan Alexander Jackson
“That’s the guy who looks like a walking hot topic right? No wait that was mean, it’s just that he wears that stuff to make some kind of statement I guess? But what is that statement? Also I heard from a reasonably good source that he is like a super hacker or something, rumor has it that he brought down a major corporation from the inside when it leaked that the company used child labor! That’s wicked if it’s true, like a modern day vigilante! I wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of his skills… which is why I’d appreciate if the hot topic comment stayed between us!”
Spencer Dalle
“I mean I’m not saying he should be hunted down and hung or something but someone should say something to him to make him shut up! I like to see the best in every one but Spencer is just… mean for a lack of a better work, just plain mean. Every time I even so much as try to speak to him in a pleasant tone he just gives me a look of disgust and tells me people like me make’s him sick and leaves. And even I have my limits and some people are just too far gone that even the nicest people can’t bring them back.”
Amanda Hirano
“ひらのさん！はい私のともだちだよ！Heh, Sorry I studied Japanese last semester and Amanda helped me a great deal. She always did it without so much as a sigh at my somewhat poor pronunciation! Don’t even get me started on the particles it took us forever to get through that chapter! I just feel like she’s nervous around me for some reason. I like to think of her as a surrogate little sister and hopefully she thinks of me as a brotherly figure!”
Connor MacQuarrie
“I don’t even know what to say really. My life would be vastly different without Connor in it, I think he helps me to be a better person and I like to think that I help him be one too. He’s the one who gets my but in to that gym every morning and also makes me do the actual exercises! You should see the training schedule he has written for me; it’s intense to say the least. It’s also fascinating that someone that large can be that fast in the pool. Though if I ever had to say something that bothers me sometimes is his way he talks about “smashing” girls left and right, it’s like I get it you hard and all but… dude… come on. But in short I love the big bear of a guy I always have and I always will!”
Brenden Rivers
“All I’m going to say is, putting people down and putting yourself on some deluded pedestal is something that just grosses me out! No matter how many times Brenden says “It’s just a joke!” it doesn’t change anything, the remarks still hurt people, and he knows it which makes it even worse! I will say this though, the boy has perfect hair it’s always like perfectly quaffed. I find myself staring at it in class sometimes. I know he can be nice at times and I do like to talk to him when he isn’t making snide remarks about people.”
Riley Emerson
“I couldn’t tell you much about her, she seems to avoid me in the halls for some reason. But I do know that she has a foul mouth that could rival Connor’s and that is a great feat for anyone girl or boy!”
Emilie Delacour
“I love the way she says my name “Nah-tahn”, accents are the best and French is a language that intrigues me on some level! I haven’t really hung out with Emilie for some time but when we do laughter is not far away so it never really does matter that we don’t see much of each other because every time we meet up it’s like no time has passed. But I will make an effort to hang out more, maybe she would like to go for a coffee or something!”
Aspen Hancock
“Me and Asp actually go way back, we met at one of the magazines my grandpa publishes release parties a couple of years ago and we got to talking about the photography in the magazine and how good it was and as it were it was Aspen who had shot it. We have a mutual interest in the medium and he actually shot my favorite picture of my sister the last time she came and visited.”
Nathan blinked up at Martha "So is that all you wanted from me?" He began to rise from his seat. "No no, we haven't gotten to you yet have we?" Martha smiled up at him and motioned a hand for Nathan to regain his seat. He let out a small chuckle and sat down, This yearbook i intense this year! He thought and sat back down. "So what do you want to know Martha?" She dived down in to her bag and retrieved a piece of paper "I've compiled a few questions, 31 to be exact which I think will be interesting for the yearbook!" Nathan took the paper that she handed to him and scanned it.
How many shoes do you own? What types?
"Well if you mean all in all I think I have about 5 pairs of shoes, 3 pair of sneakers, 1 pair of gym shoes and a pair of dress shoes. Though I've been meaning to get a mew pair of running shoes. Brands? Uhm when it comes to sneakers I like Vans... or sneaky steve."
Are you on social media? Who's with you on your profile picture?
"Yeah, I'm on Facebook and Instagram, I never really understood twitter. Oh yeah I'm on tumblr too!My profile pick i just me I believe."
How many romantic relationship(s) do you have?
"Right now none... But I've been in 2 relationships 3 if you count Susie Roleski in 2nd grade, no? Then 2."
Are you right or left handed?
"I'm a lefty unfortunately because I smudge everything! And cutting with the right handed scissors in the classrooms are a pain!"
What charities do you donate to?
"Well I give 10$ to UNICEF every month because I feel like the work they do for children in third world countries are very important and if I can spare 10 dollars to hep in some small way, you bet I will!"
What are your biggest fears?
"You sure don't spare on the deep questions do you? Well... it's silly really but birds freak me out something terrible. They always have, I think it's the way they move... so quick and out of no where! Haha I'm sorry I couldn't give you something more interesting."
How much money do you make?
"I hardly think this needs to be in the yearbook! Let's just say that being an assistant at a magazine pays good enough for someone in high school."
What is your ethnicity?
"My dad's Irish and my mom was Polish"
Do you speak with an accent?
"Uhm I don't know... Do I? Emilie says I sound like a newscaster from "Ze nuuews" as she calls it."
What did you dress for Halloween last year?
"Oh! I was a bunch of grapes!"
What are your email addresses, blogs and websites?
"[email protected], yourmatenate.tumblr.com and that's about it I think."
What is your religious background?
I was raised Jewish, but I'm not practicing. The lure of bacon was to strong."
What are you superstitious about?
"I'm not very superstitious actually, I avoid putting keys on the table. My mom used to say tat brought you bad luck and it just stuck with me I guess."
Are you allergic to anything?
"Pollen... every spring I'm a sniveling mess!"
What hobbies do you have?
"Well I like writing be it fiction or just my thoughts, I also like photography not professional like Asp only for fun like an hobby. I also enjoy editing photos and video, it's relaxing somehow.
Do you keep secrets?
"Yes, always! If someone entrust me with something personal I wouldn't... Oh you mean y own secrets? Of course, don't we all?"
What is your astrological sign?
"Cancer"
What are your tastes in movies, books and music?
"I love scary movies, oh don't get me wrong they terrify me! But they're so entertaining. When it comes to books I would say I like to read fiction novels, like Nick Hornby or David Nicholls. Music? I would say I listen to a wide arrange of genres, I like to pick and choose!"
Do you have scars?
Nope.
What are your thoughts on gay marriage, abortion, legalization of marijuana or other controversial topics?
"Well first of anyone is free to love whom ever they want and that's no one else's business! When it comes to abortion all there is to say is that I as a male will never ever have to make that choice and therefore my opinion is that abortion should be an option. As for the green? I support it!"
Any tattoos or piercings?
"No, I think I'd pass out in the chair."
What does your handwriting look like?
"I've been told it's pretty neat... Uhm here I'll show you. Do you have a pen?
There you have it"
Where do you usually shop?
"I usually shop at Urban Outfitters or H&M I am very basic haha."
What is your relationship with your siblings?
Great! I love my sister, I have to call her now that you mention it!"
Do you have enemies? How do you make them?
"Oh jeez I hope not! I wouldn't know how I got them if I have any... Uhm I guess I can be a bit annoying at times... well that's what Brooke tells me anyways."
What are your ambitions? Do you have a five-year plan?
I am here aren't I! No but hopefully after graduation Grandpa will give me more responsibility at the publishing house, I would like to run the food & travel magazine "Globetrotter". That's what I'm reaching for right now!
What are your political preferences?
"Uhm is this really relevant for the yearbook? Liberal I guess."
What do you habitually keep in your cupboards, medicine cabinets, and purses?
"Toothpaste and brush, a barely opened hair wax jar, some aspirin and uh... my glaucoma medicine."
What are your favorite outfits/pieces of clothing?
My wine red sweater with grey chinos and my vans.
What do you keep in remote storage?
Who has a remote storage now a days? If you're not keeping your drug money in there... which I'm not by the way!"
Are you a night owl or a morning person?
Unfortunately I'm a night owl. As I've said only reason I get up in the morning is because Connor makes me... oh and the red bull helps! |
53,123 | 1,443 | 11 | 1,770 | 712 | Connor MacQuarrie
As soon as they got there, Connor began liberally distributing vodka like some kind of alcoholic Santa Claus. He briefly lamented not bringing any beer for himself, but he was quickly able to arrange a trade with Nick Dawson, and almost immediately got into beer pong. There were a few people gathered around a regulation sized folding beer pong table (Connor’s own birthday present to Aspen the previous year), tossing balls around with minimal success. One of the players, a freshman Connor vaguely recognized, threw an underhand shot that went wide. Connor deftly snatched it out of the air. “Tisk tisk scrublords, that is not how you pray game!”
“Hey! I was winning!” the frosh complained. “By one cup, we aint got all night son,” Connor replied. The frosh was about to say something more but Connor cut him off “Bud, your game is pasghetti weaksauce. Fear not, I will teach you the ways of the pong, young skyfrosh.”
Connor put more cups down, bringing each side back up to an even six, then raised his voice and adopted a solemn tone. “Listen up, swaglets. These are the rules of the pongmasters, passed down from generation to generation, all the way from Ghengis Pong. Teams of 2; this is a party, drunkness must be maximized top speed. No underhand shots; your days of scrub are over. No blocking; if it touches your body before it reaches a cup, you drink. Both players score, drink em up then give the balls back. 2 balls in 1 cup, drink that cup and all the cups it touches. You get 1 rearrange, do not waste it. Bounce shots are allowed to be blocked, but if they get in, drink 2 cups. If it’s circling, you may blow it out, no fingers. Lastly, redemption is for pussys, take your loss with some dignity. So say I, Conan the Barbari-pong. Skyfrosh, you’re with me. Step up or step away chumps!”
Connor knew there was a balance to beer pong; a plateau of optimum drunkenness where you played your best. Getting up to the plateau was easy, staying there was hard. A cup too many, and you tipped over the edge onto the slippery slope ranging from ‘too drunk for beer pong’ to ‘yakking your guts out’. Connor and Skyfrosh (mostly Connor) won their first game easily against Nick and a random sophomore. They lost their second game though, to a pair of freshman girls who were a lot more skilled than they looked. By their third game, Connor hit the plateau and won, and their fourth, he sank each of his shots with brutal efficiency.
The thing was, he quickly depleted his traded beer, so Connor started putting vodka and Jam! Nitro in his cups. On top of that, he kept a separate drinking drink on the go, first beer, then his personal concoction. The beer pong table grew louder and more excited as the games went by, friends and strangers alike watching each shot with baited breath, exchanging jibes and jokes.
By the time Acacia started up a game of Never Have I Ever, he was pretty sauced, and as the game went on he kept on having to drink. Nate’s question caused him to drink again; he was down to four fingers, and then it was his turn. “Bruh. Why have I done so many thaaangs. Ok. Alright. Gucci. Ice. Never have I ever…” he paused, “had a sister!” he announced triumphantly, clapping his hand on Nate’s shoulder. | Connor MacQuarrie
"GET ON MY LEVEL BRAH!"
-Connor McQuarrie
Name
Connor Molson McQuarrie
Nicknames
Comac, Conan
Age
18
Gender
Male
Sexual Orientation
Straight as a question mark (OOC note, trying to decide if I want to make this a story point for him, I'll decide later)
Grade Level
Junior
Appearance
Connor is a pretty big guy, around 6’2’’ and about 200 lbs. He has dirty blonde hair that gets darker in the winter, and he likes to keep it short. He’s spent a lot of time working on his body and is proud of the results, maybe a little too proud. His eyes are blue-gray, though they look a little different depending on what he’s wearing. He doesn't worry too much about what he's wearing; usually jeans and a well fitted tshirt, though he does have a few suits and an excellent tie collection, if you can coax him into wearing them. The only aspect of his appearance he spends any time on - aside from his physique - is his hair; it takes a lot of work to make it look like he doesn't put any effort into it.
"I just want to make gains and play games"
Personality
It’s hard being a diplomat’s kid, but Connor has adapted well to the lifestyle. Moving around so much meant he got to be very good at making new friends, though not so great at keeping them. He’s very social and a little on the loud side; some would call him boisterous or unruly, but a few minutes in his company will show that he’s a very kindhearted person. Some might dismiss him as a brainless jock or an arrogant bro, but they would be wrong.
Connor doesn’t exactly crave attention, but he certainly doesn’t mind it and his antics tend to draw plenty of attention. He’s not exactly the class clown, but he has a very exagerated public persona. His speech is laden with little jokes and references and a lot of random and seemingly nonsensical slang, though he adopts a more serious tone in classes or in personal settings. He easily makes friends across all social levels, and has a tendency to assign people arbitrary nicknames. Connor has little patience for pretentious or arrogant people, and even less patience for bullies. He has a tendency to be blunt, which can get him in trouble sometimes.
While he is an honest and loyal guy, Connor has trouble forming close, lasting relationships. Connor is also fairly vain and maybe a little more self-centered than he thinks. Connor is not very good with numbers, and he likes to party a little too much. Those factors combined caused him to fail a year earlier in his highschool career. Connor also struggles with properly expressing his emotions.
Connor’s most visible flaw is that he’s inconsiderate. He doesn’t think much about how his actions or words might affect other people, and assumes that if he’s fine with something, others should be as well. Connor can be completely oblivious to other people's personal space with a tendency to initiate unsolicited physical contact. He unfortunately doesn’t know where to draw the line; for Connor, there is no such thing as “too soon”. This has caused no small amount of problems for him over the years.
Likes
Swimming
Rugby
Fitness
Fine biddies
Getting swole
Video games
Vidya games
Dat gaming life tho
Doges
Football
Dislikes
Dickwads
Fakers
Ferrets
Spicy food
Judgy people
Math
Fears
Sharks, squid, lobsters, whales; the ocean in general.
"GET OUT THE WAY SLOOTS!"
Strengths
Charismatic
Friendly
Loyal
Weaknesses
Difficulty taking things seriously
Parental issues
Indelicate
History
Connor’s father, David MacQuarrie, grew up on a small farm in Idaho. David’s parents were desperately poor, but they did their best to give David an education. David went to a local agricultural college, planning to take over the farm from his father, but his parents were both killed in a car accident less than a year after he graduated. David knew they’d always wanted the best for him, so he sold the farm and against all odds, got into Cornell, where he first studied life sciences before completing an MBA. David began working in Washington as a political aide, then joined the foreign service. It was on his first posting to Ottawa that he met Connor’s mother, Victoria Molson
Victoria’s childhood was the complete opposite of David’s. As a Molson, she was born into Montreal’s most elite social circle and grew up phenomenally wealthy. She attended all the best schools, and was presumably going to marry some rich peer of hers amongst Montreal’s elite. She was working in Ottawa as a political staffer-to secure connections and influence, not because she needed work-when she met David at a reception at the American embassy. The two fell in love and eventually got married, and Victoria left her native Canada to travel the world with David. Naturally, she still has access to all her wealth.
Connor is a hybrid of his two parent’s worlds, which can be difficult. When Connor was growing up, his father tried to impress on him the value of money and hard work, but his family’s wealth deprived Connor of any real understanding of the concept. Even when David became an ambassador, he still scrimped and saved, and prefered doing work around the house himself. On the other hand, Victoria believed in the importance of social class and paying for quality service. Every summer she’d take a charter jet back to Canada with her son and spend the summer at her family’s lakeside estate, while Connor’s dad would fly economy class to join them for a few weeks. The “cottage” was a permanent fixture of Connor’s childhood, and he retains good memories and close friendships from his time up there.
His father was always insisting Connor get a job as soon as possible, while mom thought it would ruin their image if he were to ever set foot in a fast food joint. The result is that Connor is very conflicted about his background; he’s aware of his status and the importance of maintaining that appearance, but he also feels guilty for having an easy life. He knows he’s supposed to appreciate the value of money and hard work, but he has no concept of what real hard work is.
Connor’s father was recently appointed Ambassador to Spain, and while Connor usually went with his parents on postings, they decided his grandfather’s suggestion of Ashbury would give Connor some much needed stability.
What corporation sent you to Ashbury?
The Molson brewing company, the parent company of a dozen beer brands around the world. Connor’s grandfather, the current chair of the board, likes to keep the company in the family, and arranged to send Connor to Ashbury so he can eventually join his uncle and cousin in running the company.
"Biddies gonna bid"
Birthday
May 21, 1997
Astrological Sign
Taurus
Twitter Name
@ComacTheBarbarian
"The only movie to ever make me cry was Top Gun.”
Connor McQuarrie
"That was real tight butthole"
Brooke Avery
"Brock’s legit, she don’t give a fuck bout what fools think, so respect there. Otherwise, in the immortal words of Kendrick Lamar; bitch don’t kill my vibe. Very smashable tho."
Connor likes people who are honest or blunt, but Brooke’s constant negativity really wears him out, so he doesn’t spend much time around her. Their rather distant relationship hasn’t kept him from developing a nickname for her though.
Laney Chandler
”LAHNAY! I swear to jeebus she’s right out of Age of Innocence, she even looks like Michelle Pfieffer, who by the way remains the hottest Catwoman, Anne Hathaway don’t got SHIT. She’s good times.”
Calling her either lah-nay, Michelle Pfieffer, or Catwoman, Connor and Laney have a very pleasant - though somewhat superficial - relationship. She’s nice and honest, qualities Connor appreciates. If there’s more to her, Connor either hasn’t noticed or doesn’t care.
Henry Polwith
”Hal 9000: Aesthetic. Doges. Swamming. History. Reading is radical. We’ve got some serious hivemind going on, I’d swing at fools in a second for him.”
Probably Connor's closest friend at Ashbury, Connor and Hal spend a lot of time around eachother. At the gym, in the pool, talking sports, out for hikes, or pestering someone to help them with math homework, Connor cherishes Hal's company. The two of them spend a lot of time thinking of ways they could illicitly keep a in the dorms...
Maie-Marie Malveaux
“M&M aka M&M&M aka Cardio Bunny appreciates fitness and thusly I appreciate the shit out of her. She got no time for fools, all the time for friends, and I will dunk on haters who talk shit about her I GORANTEE IT. Plus she’s got unlimited amounts of Jam! Turbo aka water of life.”
Connor and Marie are at their best when doing something physical and high energy together, but putting them in the same class is a guaranteed disaster, something the school's administration was quick to notice. Their exuberant personalities bounce off eachother in something reminiscent of a nuclear fission reaction; a party with the two of them in the same room is destined to get too wild, especially if they're downing Jam! drinks (which they constantly are).
Spencer Dalle
”That kid’s sneaky like snakes. Shits on everyone who’s nice to him, thinks he’s better than everyone else, grade A douchecanoe. Not tight butthole, not tight at all.”
Connor doesn’t go out of his way to be hostile to Spencer, but he makes no secret of his feelings. The two do not get along at all.
Korrigan Jackson
”Korrigan Hackson, member of the PCMasterRace, giver of zero fucks, master of CS:GO. May K/D ratio be high and your lag low, amen”
Connor and Korrie spend a lot of time gaming together online, but almost no time together in real life. Connor tends to tease Korrie about his hair alot; he thinks he’s doing it in a friendly way, but is perhaps a little blind to Korrie’s feelings about it.
Amanda Hirano
”One quiet biddy, don’t really know her too well. She’s tiny, but very fine, would tenderly romance/10, anything else would split her in half amirite?”
A hurricane doesn’t bear any ill will towards a beach house. The hurricane might even like the beach house. That doesn’t change the fact that the hurricane will likely flatten the beach house. Connor’s loud, exuberant personality is completely at odds with Amanda’s quieter demeanor, making any kind of friendship all but impossible.
Nathan Matthews
”Nate’s great. Great gym buddy. Great friend. He’s good to people, you know? I don’t have a nickname for him, nothing really hit me when I met him and, much like buttex, you can’t force it. He needs to relax more tho.
Both extroverted, amiable people, Nate and Connor quickly became friends. They can regularly be found at the gym together, and when Connor does get around to studying - so not very often - he does so with Nate. Connor often pesters Nate to come to parties with him, and his apparent disregard for his academics can be a source of friction between the two of them.
Brenden Rivers
"Man he's pretty, no homo. Too bad he's a twofaced dickwad. Ain't got no time for people who smile at their friends then drop a deuce right in their face. I'm outty 5000."
Connor thinks Brenden is duplicitous and mean, traits he has exactly zero tolerance for. He avoids Brenden as much as possible.
Emilie Delacour
"OH LAWDY, would smash with the fury of a thousand burning suns/10. The other day she spilled a glass of water on her shirt and I nearly fainted from blood loss, if you know what I mean."
Friendly but not close, Connor tends to flirt outrageously with Emilie. Both of them are high energy and fun loving; it's not a party until the two of them are there.
Erin Emerson
"Remerson's pretty chill, she's got balls of steel though and she likes football, so dats cool. Pretty high strung though, she needs to go on a vision quest."
Connor thinks of Riley as "one of the guys", though they don't spend all that much time together. His inappropriate sense of humour sometimes causes conflict between the two of them.
Aspen Hancock
"#Aesthetic. We ride together we die together we dunk on fools together, bro squad 4 loife."
Initially drawn together by Hal and the swim team, Connor and Aspen have become good friends in their own right. Aspen definitely falls into Connor's preferred category of genuinely nice people. Aspen's easygoing nature makes him well suited to taking Connor's exuberance in stride.
1. How many shoes do they own? What types?
Dress shoes, casual shoes, wearing around shoes, running shoes, winter boots, hiking boots...so 6.
2. Are they on social media? Who’s in their profile pictures with them?
Aye. Twitter, instagram for the hoes, FB. And me, friends from up north, rad doges I meet.
3. How many romantic relationships have they had?
Bruh. So many
4. Are they right- or left-handed?
Ambidextrous. Pretty much next level human right here.
5. What charities do they donate to?
The Comac Institute for Getting Jacked as Hell.
6. What are their biggest fears?
Deep ocean shit. I’ve seen Jaws, mankind is not meant to go down there.
(OOC note: Rejection, not fitting in, isolation)
7. How much money do they make?
Hm let me ask my accountant how my 401k is doing OH WAIT I’M IN HIGHSCHOOL FUCKBOI!
8. What is their ethnicity?
White. Proly some europe in there, vikings giving me strongth.
9. Do they speak with an accent?
Nah son. Except tomato. To-mah-to. I will fight you.
10. What did they dress as for Halloween last year?
Conan the barbarian. Do that one pretty often tbh.
11. What are their email addresses, blogs, and websites? Passwords?
connor.mcquarrie@gmail for super serious business, tonguepuncher69@live for everything else. Oh and steam is Douglas Loife
12. What are they superstitious about?
Nah brah, I bench ladders.
13. Are they allergic to anything?
I used to be lactose intolerant, but I expelled that weaksauce from my body with pure willpower.
14. What hobbies do they have?
Swamming, gaming, ballin, blazin.
15. Do they keep secrets?
Bro, I lock that shit up tighter than a taliban in guantanamo.
(OOC note: ehhh not so much. Tends to forget they’re ‘secret’.)
16. What are their astrological signs?
Taurus. Strong like bull.
17. What are their taste in movies, books, and music?
Movies: Star Wars, get with it or GTFO. Music: whatever gets me going you know? Lots of EDM for workout playlists. Book: George RR Martin and his bullshit can suck deez nuts, Wheel of Time all the way. Also non-fiction bout Europe 1900-1950.
18. Do they have scars?
On my knuckle from 1 hit KOing some fool.
(OOC note; he scraped his knuckle on the edge of a pool)
19. What are their feelings on gay marriage, abortion, legalization of marijuana, or other controversial topics?
I’m not a 60 year old Texan, so pro gay marriage, pro choice, pro mexicans, and pro dank ass weed.
20. Any tattoos or piercings?
Got one of my nips done in Amsterdam last year, #yoloswaggins.
21. What does their handwriting look like?
It’s totally legible, don’t know what teachers are always complaining about.
(OOC note: it’s atrocious)
22. What is their religious background?
Mom used to take me and my brother to church, some kind of protestant I guess. It’s been a while.
23. Where do they like to shop?
H&M. Plain vnecks for 7$, is there anything more to this life?
24. What is their relationship like with their sibling(s)?
Kyle’s alright, he can be a total asshat sometimes, but he’s got my back.
25. Do they have enemies? How did they make them?
Ain’t nobody got time for that. I leave shitheads by the side of the road, not gonna grace them with my attention.
26. What are their ambitions? Do they have a “five-year plan”?
I don’t know what I’m doing next week and you’re asking me about next year? Sheet no bro.
27. What are their political preferences?
I haven’t really lived anywhere long enough to give two fucks about who gets elected.
28. What do they habitually keep in their cupboards, medicine cabinets, and purses?
Advil, caffeine pills and alka seltzer.
29. What are their favorite outfits/pieces of clothing?
My number 1 tank.
30. What do they keep in remote storage?
Wat. Do I look like I’m on Hoarders? Why would I have remote storage?
31. Are they night owls or morning people?
Both, just that amazing.
(OOC note: night owl. Only dedication/vanity gets him up in the morning, along with energy drinks.) |
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Fun? help me have fun? Do you even have an idea how much difficulty mankind have encountered when they tried to decipher my personal definition of fun?
Behind a sullen, disgruntled figure inched an eagerness to disconnect from an unruly mob. The presence of a direction remained particularly absent among redundant actions seen from occasions similar to this. Needless to say, Spencer found no worth to spawn his self-proclaimed 'precious' time towards a gathering he had little-to-no intentions of being a part of. Yet even through an assortment of his own uncertainties and dissatisfaction, he managed to remain still and watch people unleash the untamed shades of their persona.
A cheerless grunt escaped from Spencer's lips once Ann left him and dissipated in the midst of a huddled cluster. A large gathering if he may suppose? Perhaps something he wasn't notably aware of. Then again, the notion of minding his own business was bound to suppress his own curiosity. Best for him to let it loop over something else, like why there wasn't any cola dispenser when there was an excess of liquor. There were possibilities though, but the fear of wandering around and accidentally hauling into an unwanted interaction chained him from doing so. However, it wasn't a major problem he could raise. Besides, a week's supply of canned cola was promised to him as an exchange to be a part of this whirling mess.
Oh yeah. Hardly there was anything to look forward to yet that promise Ann had proposed injected a provoking anticipation he could not put into hold. It was so provoking, Spencer may just put the fun he falsely claimed into careful consideration.
But where will I start?
As Spencer's mind curled up into an unwinding proposal, he still felt utterly lost; not the common example of being lost but a different one. He felt as if his body was being simulated over a misleading projection of his perceptions and his soul being segregated from the course of his own acts. He dared not to ponder of his anticipation towards a guaranteed claim. The box of canned cola was already his as promised yet why should he still pay an ounce of involvement at the party? Perhaps he forgot he was masquerading as someone. He lifted a sigh once more, confused as to how his uncanny logic worked.
Funneling for ideas to spring about was harder than contemporary speeches about infidelity. Later on, Spencer realized he was leaning against the mansion's draperies for too long, perhaps too long that one confused girl tapped his shoulder only to be responded by a startled grumble.
"Sorry, I think my head hurts." He excused as they both exchanged glances.
The girl, however, wasn't too mindful of Spencer's recent peculiar behavior as she raised a smile riddled with enjoyment.
"Beer?" She lifted the cup resting from her delicate hand.
Something whispered out of nowhere and told him it wasn't the greatest of ideas to take suggestion from half-drunk dames. He had his experiences and near-accidental encounters. Never again would he bring them up, as lessons were learned under the subtle perils of temptation ―not that he'd consider it as such.
The girl inched a glance closer, awaiting for an expected response and instead, was given a simple gesture of refusal as Spencer craned over and trailed off. He moved in-between people who stood like statues, conjuring the most ear-splitting of chuckles. The urge to resist their annoying sounds was futile but Spencer sauntered along and continued to seek an uncrowded refuge.
Finally there was one, spotting almost no one but a familiar face loitering around. She chummed over a bowl of chips while clumsily grabbing a bottle of booze. He didn't mind Brooke and her silly little game of 'find the person whom I'll hate the most today'. He then pulled a chair next to her, freeing a heavy gasp of breath as if being recently submerged underwater. As he sat, he felt a heavy slump on his shoulder. Eyes gazed continuously at the rowdy group as bloated cheers roused the recently unruffled guests.
"Fun party, eh?" Spencer said to Brooke. "How boring it'd be if they all have the same idea of fun as me."
There was a subtle tone found from his set of words, sounding nearly asleep, as might be, despite delivering it loudly from how the music was unnecessarily amplified. He lifted a leg to lean over the other. Hands were held together, putting atop of his knees.
"Say, what do you think if half the people here are at the same place as you? Sitting on their own chair, eating chips, doing nothing. The Hancock twins will be so pleased yet puzzled, wouldn't you agree?" There it was, the sarcastic air he longed to breathe out. | Spencer Dalle
"Gingers don't have souls? perhaps."
Spencer Dalle
Spencer Hartley Dalle
Nicknames
Spence - his older brother and most of his friends call him by that manner.
Age
18
Gender
Male
Sexual Orientation
Arguably an asexual
Grade Level
Senior
Appearance
A fairly tall individual standing roughly at 176 cm and weighing about 65 kg. Spencer's body frame consists of narrow shoulders, a set of lean muscles and an overall average build. What stands as a feature he's mostly known for is his fiery orange hair with a few locks of red reaching the upper strands. It's often trimmed regularly since Spencer dislikes people commenting about it too much. At times he'd wear a beanie only to cast away any attention his hair can get into. Concave cheeks build mostly of his square-like face along with his flushed chin. Thin eyebrows set above hazel eyes and a straight, thin nose which ends on a curved tip.
There's nothing eccentrically offbeat nor peculiar about his clothing pattern. On a regular basis, Spencer will most likely dress up with one of his polo shirts and a pair of denim blue jeans. Off school he usually wears sweatshirts paired with cargo shorts.
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"Do not compare me with bricks! Even though I can't get laid unlike those things I ... I ... we're done talking."
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Personality
Seemingly a person instilled with a cold heart, or so as he claimed. Spencer has no qualms about himself as an individual and how he stands at society, yet he falls down on behalf of his insecurities. Although having friends of his own keeps him from seclusion, he constantly struggles to fit in a place where he truly belongs. Often so, he doesn't find - or refuses to notice - true company from people who've been welcoming on his side.
Understanding Spencer is like looking through a thin layer of clear glass but despite having no outside forces for it to break, it's likely to shatter by itself eventually. In general, Spencer himself jeopardizes his own life by the means of his decisions and a set of foolish actions. More often than not he is reluctant to accept things which do not routinely go by his notions, thus resulting to a stubborn way of progression. This doesn't entirely mean he's close to being depressed. Spencer often tries to rid of his afflicted nature but doing so requires him to use someone for the cause of it. He made a reputation of himself on being an asshole largely by bringing his miseries and hardships onto someone. Perhaps what's worse is that even when someone else is becoming a medium for Spencer's misfortune, he puts the blame on them nonetheless.
Through other aspects, Spencer is widely known for his satirical charm - mostly because of the color of his hair which probably has an ambiguous relevance towards humor. He's the kind of student who constantly winds up from his desk and more likely drowns on the sea academic stress. He'd only hope a can of cola can be relied on between piles of homework and projects. As for people, Spencer holds a rather flexible demeanor. At times, he projects an equal form of sympathy to others but doesn't go beyond his borders. As far as anyone knows, being profoundly connected to someone has its perks but to Spencer, it's a detriment. Being attached to someone is something he's largely indifferent of, or rather, something he reluctantly accepts as a form of his feelings. He doesn't consider it as a part of him, yet everytime he experiences it, he becomes resentful rather than indifferent. How his flexibility goes varies on the people he meets. If he ends up disliking them, he won't bother bringing himself up and would instead go to people who are worth of his time or just by himself.
Spencer prefers solitude over anything, though he can still find time to socialize but overall, he finds it unnecessary to a great extent. To him, being known isn't as relevant as it seems. He can find ways to prove his existence but nothing nearly matters when it comes to that. People point him out to be consistently cynical and often too deliberate in terms of dealing with school work. Though most of those are true, there are other things people failed to see. Spencer's outlandish display of humor occasionally shows how it's contradictory to his own self.
Likes
Cola (one could not put into words how this human being relentlessly loves cola)
sleeping for more than 10 hours after going through weeks of sleep deprivation
late night depression through cramming
semestral breaks, holidays and suspended classes
literary fiction
Dislikes
exams in general
taking exams without studying
cats
coffee (old beliefs told him a cup of coffee has the potential to un-ginger a ginger)
Fears
Finals,sleep paralysis,snakes and teachers who look and sound like hellspawns
Strengths
Pessimism
An able conviction of success
Cola
Weaknesses
Chemistry
His insecurities
Unwillingness to accept change
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"I swear that if I ever hear another joke about my hair again, I'll burn your house down and eat your family for dinner."
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History
Setting aside Spencer's uncertainties and his absurd personality, he is actually a gifted individual born with academic intelligence through reasoning. Teachers from his elementary school praised his exceptional cognitive skills which in turn, gave him several awards after joining a number of academic competitions. Spencer used the talent of his as a development for his future endeavors, which is public speaking.
Growing up, Spencer didn't have many friends as he is mostly occupied with studies and preparations for various school competitions. But that generally did not mean he was isolated. He enjoyed his life from its simplicity alone. Playing with his dog Wrecker made him happier than anyone else and seeing this made his parents contented with his social capacity; not wanting more for their son to gain any form of fame. Spencer didn't demand anything more but to have his life remain as it was ... until their parents decided to leave Canada and move to the United States.
Spencer's father was an executive branch director of an American finance corporation. What made them move to the US was mostly about the job and how Spencer's father was demanded to transfer to the corporation's main branch due to the CEO's terminal illness. Apparently Spencer had no choice since he wasn't in the position to make any changes and convince his parents to not move. They flew to the US, eventually leaving Canada. Spencer was just ten years old at that time but moving to another country became difficult for him. His new house, albeit larger than that of his hometown, felt largely unwelcoming.
Through the stages of growing up to his adolescence, Spencer was still the same, still missing his hometown but not having the sheer level of homesickness as he had back when he just moved. Only when years passed by did he learn how to accept the changes of the world far from his consent. Though regardless of how he assimilated with such acceptance, there was still a constant string of denial. Spencer always wished everything would go back from what it was before, back when he still felt his unwavering joy.
However, that did not stop Spencer from developing his academic skills and intellect. Soon after his parents heard of Ashbury Academy, they arranged plans to enroll him to the prestigious school while his older brother at another private school. So far, progress went by and Spencer still participated at various public speaking events and debate competitions.
Favorite memory
Everything about his childhood while living at his hometown in Alberta, Canada. What he misses the most are those days when he'd just wake up on a Saturday morning, play Frisbee with his old pal Wrecker (A purebred St Bernard) and climb up to his favorite tree across the neighbourhood with his brother, listening to music while waiting for the sunset to come to view.
Least favorite memory
Moving from his hometown and spending the first few months in the United States being homesick.
What corporation sent you to Ashbury?
The American Finance Institute (AFI) is one of the United States' leading financial corporation with branches extending around Canada, Mexico and some other parts of Central America. Spencer's father is the executive director of the Canadian branch but soon left the country and moved to the United States for urgent matters. The CEO of the corporation, Frank Dolbert was diagnosed with stage 4 lung cancer a few months ago and was informed to have little chance of survival. So while he is being subjected through dialysis, the company's co-CEO Deihlyn Anton Flores took over but to make matters worse, he wasn't competent at controlling the stability of the company and needed to be replaced by someone as soon as possible.
Dolbert and Spencer's father were very close friends and Dolbert himself believed the potential Spencer possessed as a young individual. Though he has a few doubts of his own, Dolbert envisioned the boy to be a part of the company. Spencer could one day exceed some of Dolbert's expectations as he sees a a young version of himself through the likes of Spencer.
Birthday
April 19 1997
Astrological Sign
Aries
Twitter Name
Twitter: @SpenceD
Deviantart: Spacepenguin07
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"Love? I don't breathe that kind of air."
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Spencer Dalle
"I can survive, I can live and I can go through all these things, give me five cans of cola!"
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Hal Polwith
"Foolish things are often done with enthusiasm. Can't blame him though, it's his choice to spread his pestilence of joy between people ... not like it's a problem but I do hope he's equally treated. Not all people gives happiness as an exchange."
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Brooke Avery
"As much as I understand myself, I do not hate things for what they are, I hate them because they existed. In this case, if she concludes hate and reluctance as a distinctive part of herself, she may pretty much become like me. Oh the joy."
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Korrigan Alexander Jackson
"I do not mistake mischief as a childish attribute of an individual as I do happen to be quite mischievous myself ... I guess. As my parents told me when I was young, one's tongue speaks in behalf of goodness despite being one person against several billions of people. I never thought using it for crap talk can be acceptable."
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Laney Karie Chandler
"One thing I do not understand between individuals is that they do not know being impervious to nonsense ―mostly words, naturally is 'their kind of thing' I appreciate people who are aware of that, like her. You can imagine such beauty and strength one can possess when she stands on her own and translates all vulgarity into a meager wisp of air. However, I am not quite certain how long this kind of character can stand with its impervious ... ness."
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Amanda Hirano
"Innocence, one which we all have or had. In my case, I was never innocent but people assume that I am. They just mistake me for a jerk of a ginger with humor they cannot relate to. Anyway, so much for her, I do not know much. All I know is that people keep seeing her as some kind of child and I don't want to be the judge of that."
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Maie-Marie Malveaux
"I happen to wonder why people started to become more and more illustrious with their happiness. It's not like everyone is going to be the same as themselves. I just find it to be rather ... annoying."
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Nathan Matthews
"Yet another member of this 'spread happiness everywhere' cause. For real, if ever this plague ravages around school with no little means of stopping it, I'm done ... and I'm not going to return. Ever. Again."
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Connor MacQuarrie
"So this is the incredible hulk everyone's talking about? I'm not a huge fan of Marvel or DC in particular but from how I picture the incredible hulk, he's massive ... huge, bulky, green-skinned and vicious. I do not recall his image being resembled by a lunatic. I know using the word lunatic may be a bit condescending of me but in all honesty, I see no difference among athletes or jockheads."
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Brenden Rivers
"Do not mistake arrogance as some kind of disease. One is arrogant because he or she sees the potential within themselves. They do not level with the weak nor the ill-fated as they know such things will drag them down from what they're thriving to attain. It's not always about being on top but rather, staying on your own level and I don't see anything wrong with it. I like him, in a 'such an interesting specimen' sort of way. However I do not wish to be stained by whatever business he brings. It's not on my caliber to deal with what others do."
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Emilie Delacour
"Sometimes I wonder how society does its tricks, forcing people with enthusiasm and lavish abundance. I don't get it at all. Perhaps I'm just too young to overthink about things, like how they suck all the time. For this person ―like most of them, I do not know much. I'd like to assume she's just this typical sunshine who wears skirts and dances on the field while she lifts her small umbrella. Even if I'm still a kid today, I can never afford doing that."
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Emilie Delacour
"Hmm ... yet another flower of innocence. Soon you will realize that your domain makes no use of such. But since you're still young like me, you can let it rest ... for now."
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Aspen Hancock
"I like how this guy becomes so ambitious about everything. It only goes to show that people with goals in mind are likely the ones who will succeed, but it doesn't mean everyone should. Success is but a selection of who goes in and who goes out. If you're meant or built for success, then it's a no-brainer that you'll go in but if you think falsely that you're going to reach the door to success, then no ... there's obviously no room for you. Through other aspects, I see nothing wrong with this guy. He's an intellectual contender among all but a fool in his own way. If you're that ambitious, you don't support others. You carry yourself on your own and not think about the lesser fools."
Things you ought to know about me
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"like they matter"
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How many shoes do you own? What types?
"Shoes? hm ... probably a bunch. I don't really care how many footwear I possess. They'd mostly be flat shoes or leather for casual wear. Then again, I don't really care. I can even go to an Intercollegiate Public Speaking Competition barefooted."
Are you on social media? Who's with you on your profile picture?
"I am but I don't often go through this medium as much as everyone does. For my profile picture, that isn't anyone's business―but mine to discuss with."
How many romantic relationship(s) did you have?
"Heh! Good one. I'm incapable of romance. Next please!"
Are you right or left handed?
"Neither. I can break the laws of physics by bending the motion of pens and pencils in order for me to write."
What charities do you donate to?
"Whatever my dad involves himself with. It's frequently his money anyway."
What are your biggest fears?
"Finals, first and foremost. Who wouldn't fear judgement day? Other than that, I have a few terrifying sleep paralysis experiences that still haunt me today. Snakes, but you shouldn't be surprised about that. And teachers who are spawns of Satan."
How much money do you make?
"Enough to tear this world a new wormhole."
What is your ethnicity?
"I have no idea. I might be a raccoon for some reason."
Do you speak with an accent?
"Of course not, that's disgusting."
What did you dress for Halloween last year?
"Originally, I was going to be Harry Potter but then I've lost a bet from those freshmen goons on the debate team. So in the end, I dressed up as the eastern bunny. Horrible people, aren't they?"
What are your email addresses, blogs and websites? Passwords?
"[email protected]"
What is your religious background?
"I don't consider myself being associated with any religion. But I still have my faith, I just don't show it quite often."
What are you superstitious about?
"Why people somehow didn't manage to figure out the airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow. Seriously, it's that easy."
Are you allergic to anything?
"Lobster and stupid people in general."
What hobbies do you have?
"Ah I love collecting the bones of the people I've murdered and make a museum out of them. Jokes aside, I do love reading literary fiction but that doesn't mean I'm limited only on reading those kinds of books. I have a fair share of science fiction and fantasy. Other than that, I love speaking to an imaginary person ... at least when I'm alone so that no one notices how remotely crazy I am ―which I'm not. I make a hobby of painting as well despite me being terribly bad at it. It's what I sometimes do to release my anger and hate from the overall stupidity of people."
Do you keep secrets?
"Yes. Victoria's."
What is your astrological sign?
"Aries"
What are your tastes in movies, books and music?
"I don't really watch a lot movies. I just watch what's under everyone's radar but I do have a few favorites of my own such as the classic adaptation of 'To Kill a Mockingbird' and a variety of Pixar films that made my childhood enjoyable. For music, I regularly listen to alternative rock such as Pearl Jam, The Smashing Pumpkins, R.E.M. and etc. Not really into pop music, though I have a few ones that I find conveniently catchy. For books, oh there's so much. From classic literature giants such as the Great Gatsby, The Catcher in the Rye and 1984 to the science fiction and fantasy books I've started loving. There's just so many!"
Do you have scars?
"Leaving Canada left me a ton of scars."
What are your thoughts on gay marriage, abortion, legalization of marijuana or other controversial topics?
"I don't really think I can comprise all of my thoughts towards these interesting topics."
Any tattoos or piercings?
"I don't think so, though I do plan to have a tattoo on my back."
What does your handwriting look like?
"Like Tarzan's? Even I don't know how my penmanship looks like."
Where do you usually shop?
"I am uncertain if Chipotle is a legitimate shop."
What is your relationship with your siblings?
"My older brother is like my best friend. I miss the times we've spent with Wrecker back in Canada and I hope that one day we can all go back and relieve those moments. I don't think that's going to happen though ―which is fine by me, not like I've got any capabilities to let it happen."
Do you have enemies? How do you make them?
"I don't think I have enemies, just people who generally dislike me for some reason. How do I make them hate me? well, it's like back in kindergarten where you'd write an innocent letter to your crush about how you honestly feel about them. Except on my side, I'm not writing for my crush ―not like I have any. I don't know why people hate me for telling how I honestly feel about them. What do they want me to say? I love them? That's absurd and stupid in a lot of ways."
What are your ambitions? Do you have a five-year plan?
"Ambitions? Is that what you have when your parents aren't the ones who take control of your future?"
What are your political preferences?
"I have no interest in politics though I do find it amusing to see their system crumble into a surge of turmoil."
What do you habitually keep in your cupboards, medicine cabinets, and purses?
"So you do believe I keep weed inside my inventory and that's why you're asking this question, aren't you?"
What are your favorite outfits/pieces of clothing?
"Uh ... my sweatshirt? I mean that's the only thing I wear most of the time, if I'm outside class."
What do you keep in remote storage?
"Something I refuse to say. And no, it's not weed. Stop assuming I possess weed dammit!"
Are you a night owl or a morning person?
"I sleep a lot or at least when I have nothing to do. So I'm probably a sloth."
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"I don't expect you to be interesting, so don't bother amusing me."
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The party turned out to be cranking upwards into a violent cacophony of sound and heat as what must have been every student in the school were packed into this huge place - luckily in the middle of nowhere. What made it more stifling was that as the night went on, everybody was getting more and more drunk. Marie didn't drink, typically, and she didn't like the taste of beer, but somebody (she forgot who) had told her about a mythical drink called a "Jager Bomb," and without much thought, she had done two of them. Nobody told her that Jager Bombs were strong poison for a tiny girl who is usually in the teetotaler camp, and without even realizing what had happened, the poor girl had become completely hammered. By the time she realized what she'd done, it was far too late, the alcohol and caffeine had already hit her bloodstream. The rest of the party was covered in a bit of a haze, all lights, music and white noise, but Marie was amped for all of it. Truthfully, she wanted to get out into the open air and do some laps, but somebody had pulled her into a circle for a game called "Never Have I Ever," which seemed like a blast.
As the circle announced various things they hadn't done, people were putting down fingers left and right. Comparatively, Marie felt like she'd somehow missed a lot of life experiences. Although it seemed like a lot of people were targeting their announcements at certain others, Connor specifically seemed to get the short straw more often than not. Seemed about right, he was outspoken and fun, he'd probably done a lot of crazy stuff before. Nathan talked about drugs and Marie found herself short an unfortunate finger and plus one bad flashback to a year or two ago, but her spirits were lifted again when Connor's announcement was that he never had a sister. Marie always wanted a sister, but never had she ever had one... did Amanda-san count...? Maybe that'd be cheating, she chuckled. Her fingers lived another day on an unfortunate technicality.
"I shall go next!" She announced out of the blue. She was next in the circle anyway, there was no reason to proclaim herself, but there wasn't much reasoning with a Marie that was half in the bucket already. She thought really hard on something she'd never done that wasn't targeted at somebody specifically, and her internal search turned up too many things. Without much time, she blurted out whatever came to mind. Unfortunately, her wires ended up getting a little crossed in the process, since she wasn't used to having to parse things through a fog of both alcohol and energy drinks. "Never have I ever have never ever had stolen anything. Never not even once." She knew it sounded stupid, and cursed herself internally, but soon the circle would move on and forget her word salad. She'd run some laps around the dorm when she got back to clear her head, but for now she was more focused on keeping her fingers alive, if possible. That, and never touching the legendary "Jager Bomb" again in her life. Youch. | Maie-Marie Malveaux
"When you feel bad, run. And when you've run as far as you physically can, if you still feel bad, just keep running until you leave those feelings in your dust."
-Marie Malveaux
Name
Maie-Marie Malveaux
Nicknames
Mal (Semi-formal, taken from her last name. It means 'bad' so most people close to her don't use it, but a 'casual' teacher or someone in a similar position might pull it out.)
M, "Trois-emme" (From her name having three M's in it. She hates this one, and it's used only in ignorance by a well-meaning stranger or else when somebody's actually trying to aggravate her.)
She doesn't mind being called either Marie or Maie. Most people default to Marie because it's more common.
Age
16
Gender
Female
Sexual Orientation
Bisexual
Grade Level
Sophomore
Appearance
Despite her tomboyish personality, Marie's appearance is very much that of a girl. Shoulder-length blonde hair, occasionally dyed or tipped some exotic color, hangs down over her pale skin and 'cute' facial features (big round eyes, small nose, etc.) Her body, likewise, is rather petite, at a whopping 5 foot even and around a hundred pounds. She's toned, athletically, but not very muscular, even when she flexes (which is more often than is probably appropriate.) Even though her frame is small she tries to make up for this by wearing loud colors or just generally being loud herself.
Her fashion sense is peculiar. Because she looks cute and doll-like, she can pull off strange fashion choices without really trying. In casual situations she is often seen wearing men's gym attire (tight t-shirt and shorts or sweats,) and these serve as her general outdoor clothes as well ("Never know when you've gotta run!") She hates dresses because she doesn't like the way they usually fit her, and she refuses to wear skirts because she has a constant irrational fear that everybody can see her underwear at all times. Formal wear doesn't really exist in her wardrobe. Instead, she has a large selection of active-wear (both men's and women's) and a single blue dress that never gets worn.
She doesn't touch makeup, which has made a lot of her peers jealous in the past because of her relatively clear skin. Because of this she gets baffled easily when other girls start talking about their morning routines, and all she can say is "I shower a lot."
Personality
Marie is easy to get along with, but equally easy to hate, because of her simplistic personality. She is friendly and approachable, and likes to talk to 'unpopular' kids just because they interest her, but this habit sometimes ends in bitter feelings from popular girls who think she's a joke, as well as even unpopular kids who think she's taking pity on them. She is the type who likes to listen to people ramble on about whatever they're passionate about, and will then ramble herself about the things she's passionate about: fitness, food, anime, and the vastness of the universe, which she doesn't know anything about.
She isn't perceived as particularly intelligent, because she really isn't. She loves learning new things but can't retain information well at all, often forgetting things by accident, including people's names or past meetings. She means well, and easily rolls with the punches when somebody calls her stupid, but she does have a bit of a hidden complex regarding her intelligence, often being the first person in a room to put herself down over how stupid she is. This is also the first thing people usually attack when they want to put her down, and she just laughs it off every time.
Marie doesn't put up with people who put themselves down or attack others, and will reflexively try and shift any and all blame onto herself. While not a true martyr complex, it's not that far off either. She likes to think she is saving people by taking on all the pain herself, even if she logically knows it doesn't work that way. People don't often pay it much mind, because she is so upbeat all the time, but it's a habit that can easily get on everybody's nerves. She is working to try and change the way she acts because she has alienated friends in the past, but changing yourself is hard, so it's slow progress.
Likes
Anything that gets her body moving (sports, exercise, etc)
Loud music (Usually old school rap/hip hop or electronica, but anything with a strong beat will do.)
Energy drinks
Thunderstorms and Natural Disasters
Bruce Lee
Anime
Everybody
Dislikes
When people are down on themselves or others
'Lazy' days
Skirts, dresses, jewellery
Politics
Fears
Aside from her bizarre paranoia involving skirts, Marie is terrified of being lost. Lost in a new place, in the middle of nowhere, lost in a crowd, it doesn't matter. If she doesn't know where she is or where she's going, she gets the cold sweats. Thank god for GPS technology these days, right?
Strengths
Actual physical strength and fitness
Her naivete means she's never scared or lost in a social situation
She's one of those girls who can look good in anything without trying
Weaknesses
Completely socially oblivious. If people are talking behind her back or subtly insulting her, she will never catch on. Like, never ever.
Information retention
Poor impulse control
History
Originally hailing from Quebec, Marie's family moved to Manhattan Island halfway through her elementary school career due to her father's position as a well-respected business consultant. Her father became a permanent on-call consultant to the CEO of Jam! Energy, one of the highest-grossing soft drink conglomerates in the country. Marie was sent to a private school and their family was never hungry because of all the money her Father took in, but Marie herself wasn't a fan of inner city life. There just weren't enough ways to expend her energy, and there were only so many times you could run laps around Central Park before the scenery started getting repetitive. Her grades began to slip and she was diagnosed with ADHD and put on various kinds of pills to help regulate her poor attention span and energy levels.
This worked for a while, but her energy had little to do with her brain chemistry in the end. It was just her personality. She was pulled from private school in grade seven and received home-schooling instead in hopes that she would do better in a more comfortable environment. And again, for a while, this seemed successful. Her grades rose and she stopped seeming so frustrated all the time. But even this had an end. The CEO of Jam! Energy suffered a major heart attack and passed away in his office, sending the company into a bad PR spiral (did he die because he drank Jam? That stuff will kill you!) The cash stopped flowing, and Marie's family could no longer afford her personal tutor. Her father was hired on as interim CEO of Jam! but honestly he was just hired as a scapegoat so that nobody within the company had to take the fall in the media. Even so, he was able to pull the company's accounts out of the gutter and back into the black, but Jam! Energy never could wipe away the dark smudge on their reputation, and the only people who were drinking their products were high schoolers and college students who didn't care about their supposed health concerns.
What the company needed wasn't better management, they had that part covered, they needed a better image. To that end, the new CEO turned his eyes on the brightest shining star he knew - his own daughter. Maie-Marie was sent to Ashbury to continue her schooling and to get the pedigree that would be needed for the new face of Jam!
Favorite memory
One time while still living in Quebec, after watching the movie Forrest Gump with her family, she decided to run as far as she could, for no particular reason. She didn't tell her family anything about where she was headed, just "I'm going out for a run." Five hours later, she was in the middle of nowhere, completely stranded. She had to knock on a stranger's door to ask to use their phone. It took an hour for her parents to figure out where she had gone, and another two hours to actually come pick her up. She was grounded for two weeks afterward, but the memory is still dear to her, because she finds it hilarious.
Least favorite memory
Once and only once was Marie ever sent to school in 'girly' clothes, in grade 3. It was her parents' idea, against her will, but she agreed because they insisted on it, thinking she looked incredibly cute. They were right, but not even a minute after she got there, the usual boys she hung around with had flipped up her skirt and one boy tried to kiss her as a joke. She ran home without even attending her first class. She cut up her nice clothes and yelled at her parents when they tried to scold her, and the issue was never brought up again.
What corporation sent you to Ashbury?
Marie was sent on behalf of Jam! Energy, who hoped to use her image to pick their name up out of the gutter. While not technically an heiress (she doesn't even remotely have the business mind and everybody knows it) she is still the daughter of the CEO. She has the pedigree to attend and a real purpose for being there, even if others look down on her because she won't actually inherit the company (although her father secretly hopes that she will gain the business sense to actually follow in his footsteps.)
Birthday
May 1, 1999
Astrological Sign
Taurus
Twitter Name
@MMMMMMMarie
She has a tumblr called "F___ Shoujos Get Yencoins" (not censored, that's how it's written) but she only uses it to reblog anime/rap song mashups.
Maie-Marie Malveaux
"Who is my best friend...? If you had to ask me right now I would say... you, I suppose?"
Brooke Avery
"Brooke is a bit of a flower, I can tell. I would like to spend more time alone with her, even if she says she hates me. Perhaps I could get her to move past my flaws and we could be friends?"
Marie takes Brooke's harsh attitude towards the world personally, as though Brooke were actually mad at her specifically for being imperfect. She hopes in time that she can become a person that Brooke could bear to be friends with, though she doesn't really know how she might accomplish such a task.
Hal Polwith
"Hal is very funny, I like hanging around with him, because the way he talks makes me smile."
Marie likes Hal a lot. He is just the sort of person Marie likes to hang around with. The type that is active and upbeat, as well as being very passionate and able to 'nerd out' every once in a while. She secretly wants to run a marathon with him to see who could last longer.
Korrie Jackson
"I think I could learn a lot from Korrie, but I wish that he would stop pranking other people."
Marie admires Korrie for being so into computers as well as so many other things that she can't find the time for. She severely dislikes his mean streak, but thinks that he'll 'grow out of it' somehow. She would like to learn computers from him, even though anything beyond downloading anime and social media is probably a bit much for her.
Amanda Hirano
"Amanda-san chou kawaii neeee~ Bishoujo desu neeee~"
Completely oblivious of the fact that she is probably coming on way too strong at all times, Marie thinks that Amanda is adorable. Even though Amanda is older than her, Marie treats her like a younger sibling. She admires Amanda's sense of style and always tries to talk about Japanese culture with her for some reason. Emphasis on tries to.
Spencer Dalle
"Monsieur Spencer is difficult to place, I think."
Marie gets a strange feeling from Spence, like that of a kindred spirit, as somebody who sometimes makes horrible decisions to hurt themselves for unknown reasons. However, she doesn't really know him well enough to broach the subject, so their relationship remains mysterious and superficial.
Laney Chandler
"SHE IS SO... COOL!"
Marie has a hard time seeing past Laney's 'Ms. Perfect' facade, and admires her greatly for being so 'haute-couture.' Marie recognizes that she herself isn't exactly the model of class and panache, but she greatly admires all the hard work and time it must take to pull that style off.
Nathan Matthews
"He is a good boy, n'est-ce pas? But maybe girls like somebody a little more... wild, I think?"
School's a big place. When you coast by trying to just do what everybody else wants, it's hard to leave an impression on a girl like Marie. She likes Nathan well enough, but unfortunately finds him a bit forgettable and he often gets overlooked in her mind.
Connor McQuarrie
"I have a lot of respect for athletes. He is a bit of a clown, but I think that we get along fine. It is easy to forget my problems when I am with him."
Marie is loud enough that it's difficult to find somebody louder than her. Because of this, Connor makes a pretty big impression. However, sometimes two similar wavelengths amplify themselves too hard and blow out your speakers...
Brenden Rivers
"It is something I do not like to say, but I do not get along with Brenden, maybe? He confuses me and makes it difficult to tell, but I think he is insulting me a lot? Even if he's right, this is how he acts to everybody, and that is not okay."
As the socially oblivious person that she is, Marie is alternatingly immune and completely susceptible to Brenden's natural charisma. She takes most things he says at face value, and his attitude often just leaves her confused, making him uncomfortable to be around. She doesn't really get this feeling from anybody else, so she tries to avoid him if possible.
Emilie Delacour
"A rival approaches?!"
Marie finds Emilie to be fun to be around, and despite cultural differences between Quebecois and Parisian french, just having another francophone around makes her seem less exotic, which is nice. But their similarities have inspired a competitive streak within Marie, and she will unconsciously try to one-up the poor girl whenever there's something to be won.
Erin "Riley" Emerson
"It is nice to see there is a girl here who is not so girly like me. I would drown in accessories if I was left in this sea of pretty girls."
Since Marie has a hard time thinking about people beyond what she's shown, she completely believes that Riley is a totally tough chick, and admires her for that fact. She'd like to get to know Riley better, but never thinks to ask too deeply about it. They could probably be better friends if she did.
Aspen Hancock
"He has a certain... dignity about him. It makes me respect him, even if I do not know him very well. He is somebody who is going places, I think? Perhaps just the sort of person who fits right in here."
Marie seems to respect Aspen, but even though he is genuine, his 'perfect' personality (or so Marie perceives it) makes him hard for somebody like Marie to approach. She liked to hang around him well enough, but he probably wouldn't be the first person she approached for conversation over somebody like Hal or Connor.
Acacia Hancock
"Madamoiselle Acacia is certainly somebody who forces you to like them, if this is not rude to say. She is often surrounded by others, and there is good reason for this. Though perhaps around her I feel as though I am bossing her around?"
Much like her brother, Marie's opinion of Acacia resides in the clouds somewhere. As though she belongs to a different class of being (though maybe this is just by association.) She likes Acacia a lot, however, but the two of them often end up like a comedy duo with no straight-man. They need somebody to knock them over the head when they get too far down a dumb train of thought.
1. How many shoes do you own? What types?
"Just two pairs. One pair for running, one for not running. Durability and comfort are important above all, but I often get made fun of for not being stylish for some reason. Are sneakers not proper formal attire? Surely you don't need to have a whole extra pair of shoes for dressy occasions? ...Why are you looking at me with pity eyes?"
2. Are you on social media? Who’s in your profile pictures with you?
"You ask as if my profile picture is of myself. I do not have a good picture of myself, so instead I take a picture of my most recent favourite anime character. Currently this is Matoi Ryuko from Kill la Kill. Have you seen this show? No? I must recommend... actually, perhaps not. It is... well, it is not for everybody."
3. How many romantic relationships have you had?
"When I was very young, I had a boyfriend, but he dumped me over the phone because he said he had not seen me in over a week and that was the only way he could get a hold of me. Is this acceptable, normally? I'm afraid I still don't really know. My second was just last year, a girl had asked me out, and we went on a few dates, but she too wanted me to text her every day. Who has the time for this? I... tried to let her down gently. I do not think she took it very well, but were we that serious in the first place? Again, I'm afraid I don't really know. Perhaps I am not cut out for this romance yet. There is much to learn..."
4. Are they right- or left-handed?
"I was born right-handed, though now you cannot really tell the difference in my penmanship because it has degraded over time. Who writes things these days anyway? Does this count as ambidextrous?"
5. What charities do they donate to?
"Does giving blood count as donating to charity? I'm afraid I don't really make a point to give my money regularly... is this unusual for somebody with no stable income?"
6. What are your biggest fears?
"I dislike it when I do not know where I am. As long as I have my feet on the ground and know my way home, I can conquer anything! Anything at all! Hmm, perhaps not everything. I am still spooked by girly clothes, do not ask why, please."
7. How much money do you make?
"This is a question as though I make a stable income, as though I have employment, yes? I am afraid this is not the case. Though if I need something, I can usually ask Papa. I do not think that we are short on money, if that was the direction of the question."
8. What is your ethnicity?
"Ah, je suis Canadienne, French-Canadian you would say. From Quebec, on the outskirts of Quebec city. I must recommend this area... although it may be difficult if you do not know proper french."
9. Do you speak with an accent?
"You have noticed my accent? I apologize if this makes me difficult to understand. I get many people thinking that my vocabulary is not good because of how heavy my accent is, but this is not the case. It is simply the way I speak."
10. What did you dress as for Halloween last year?
"This is slightly embarassing, but I did not do anything for Halloween last year. I had planned to meet some friends, but when the day came, I completely forgot. While children were trick-or-treating, I had fallen asleep watching anime. C'est la vie. This year perhaps I shall dress up."
11. What are your email addresses, blogs, and websites? Passwords?
"This... this is a very personal question, is it not? Oooh ooh! Oh! Oooooooh! You should check out my Tumblr! Ah, perhaps not. I got very excited, but you are not of this niche, I presume. Zut, I thought I might gain another follower. Sometimes I forget that not everyone is like me, you know?"
12. What are you superstitious about?
"Emm, perhaps this is just me personally, but have you ever noticed that street lights turn off when you run under them at night? And then they turn back on again once you are past? I have read that this is caused by an electromagnetic field given off by certain people! ...Eh? 'Power-cycling?' I do not know what this means."
13. Are you allergic to anything?
"Nothing comes to mind, really."
14. What hobbies do you have?
"Sometimes I feel as though my life is just a collection of hobbies. Running, camping, hiking, watching anime, listening to music, dancing, all sorts of things."
15. Do you keep secrets?
"NON! ...I mean, emm, no. Not well, anyway. Please do not tell me anything you don't want people to know, I beg you."
16. What is your astrological signs?
"I am a Taurus, if you believe in that sort of thing. I mean, it fits, n'est-ce pas? Bull-headed and all. I am not convinced."
17. What is your taste in movies, books, and music?
"You are already aware of my taste for anime and manga, yes? Aside from that, I like anything that drips with too much drama. No reality TV though, please. I dislike the... manipulative nature of this. As far as music, I enjoy all sorts of things, but mostly I listen to hip-hop classics of the 90s. Rap these days has only a very small piece of the integrity and meaning that the old style had, I think."
18. Do you have scars?
"I have plenty of rough patches from repeated falls, fractured bones and such, but I have never really had a deep cut that would leave a scar, no."
19. What are your feelings on gay marriage, abortion, legalization of marijuana, or other controversial topics?
"I simply do not get involved. I am only smart enough to know that I am not smart enough for these topics. Other people are affected deeply by these, but I do not have the stake or passion, I am afraid. I hope you do not think less of me for this."
20. Any tattoos or piercings?
"None."
21. What does their handwriting look like?
"You... do not truly wish to know the answer to this. No, I will not provide a demonstration, you will only laugh at me."
22. What is your religious background?
"Like most of the area I grew up, my family was catholic. As for me, I could not say. It seems easy to believe these things, but again, I know I am simply not smart enough. Perhaps I will never know."
23. Where do you like to shop?
"I have difficulty when talk comes to brands, to tell the truth. Most of my wardrobe consists of workout clothes, so I tend to shop wherever has a good deal."
24. What is your relationship like with your sibling(s)?
"I am an only child, unfortunately. However, I have always wanted an imouto, a younger sister, to dote on and give life advice to. Oh, she would confide in me, and we would fight against the world together for the sake of her passions. All of her friends would-" She continues like this for over ten minutes.
25. Do you have enemies? How did you make them?
"I do not think I have any enemies...? Although I have been secretly bullied by somebody for a while. I suppose perhaps somebody does not agree with my personality? I do not remember getting into any fights with anybody. It is a puzzle to me, but I do not mind so much. I have probably done something to deserve it."
26. What are your ambitions? Do you have a “five-year plan”?
"I would like to do as my Papa wants, and help him reform his company's image. I do not know if I am up to the task, but he seems to think that I am, so perhaps there is something I can do. I do not have a particular plan except to simply get through school. This is what is required of me, I think."
27. What are your political preferences?
"My preference is to let people who are smarter than me decide what is best for the country. I cannot even vote anyway."
28. What do you habitually keep in your cupboards, medicine cabinets, and purses?
"I think that I eat much like a regular person, although I try to have some Jam! on hand for when I need a bit of a kick. For the other times, I keep sleeping pills for when I have too much kick. I also try to have a basic first aid kit in my bathroom to treat basic scrapes and bruises. I do not own a purse, as I have never understood what was wrong with pockets. Inside my pockets is simply my wallet and my phone, usually."
29. What are your favorite outfits/pieces of clothing?
"Sweats! Very easy to move in, great for working out, lounging, and nobody can see your underwear! You can get all sweaty from a run and then come home and change into a different set of workout clothes and you are still comfortable. And still nobody can see your underwear! It is wonderful."
30. What do you keep in remote storage?
"I... do not know what this is? Something for when there is no room in your house? Why would I keep that much stuff? ...Is this an American thing, to have too many things?"
31. Are you a night owl or a morning person?
"I prefer mornings, though I pull late nights very often as well. I enjoy any time when I can go for a run and there are no cars on the road or people on the sidewalk. It feels like my own small world." |
53,126 | 1,443 | 14 | 2,351 | 411 | After splitting up from Korrie, Emilie had gone on to involve herself in the party as a whole. Snacks were had among other varieties of food. She had stuffed herself with potato chips, corn ships, hot dogs and other assorted finger food. As a fond lover of food, she was incredibly lucky to eat as much as she wanted without worrying about putting on weight. The wonders of a fast metabolism rate. The drinks came next. Non-alcoholic followed by the alcoholics. When the games started, Emilie got herself involved into Beer Pong or Bear Pong as it would come to be known. Aspen had even got out several bear suits for the participants to wear!
Getting into one of those bear suits and playing Bear Pong was not what she would call an enriching experience but it was certainly fun, as the rest of them cheered her on, the girl in a bear suit throwing balls into cups. When that game was over, she got herself involved in the next game, one called Sardines. That only lasted a while and she was left in the closet with a bunch of strangers.
In such close proximity, there was alot of giggling and laughing to be had, among sniggers and snorts. For a moment there, Emilie thought she heard the sound of people making out, but she couldn't exactly make out anything in the darkness, it was all just sounds, which made it all the more exciting. When that was over, Acacia started the next game, Never Have I Ever. She sat down beside Aspen and Hal had taken up the other seat next to her. He had been the one to kick the game off, making a dig at Connor in the process. Something about biddie. Oh this was gonna be good, she thought to herself, watching the two guys have a go at each other.
Next up was Nathan, and his was about drugs. Claps and fingers had fallen, but hers still stayed intact, not having done any that was mentioned yet. Connor went next, and as the only child in her family, she retained her spotless score in the game. Then it was time for Marie. Hers was about stealing. Drats! There went her spotless score. A quick clap later, a finger of hers was down. She had stolen a couple of stationery once when she was young. It was more of a mischievous act than anything else. Emilie was next up, and she had plans to down more fingers. She said proudly, knowing that this would down many more fingers in the group. "Never have I ever kissed anyone outside my family!" | "Where there is work, there is also fun."
-Emilie Delacour
Name
Emilie Rose Delacour
Nicknames
Emilie doesn't have a nickname. However, some people do shorten her name to Em, which she is not entirely fond of.
Age
17
Gender
Female
Sexual Orientation
Heterosexual
Grade Level
Junior
Appearance
Angular and delicate, Claire is a bright sparkly girl that can often be seen with a smile on her face. Posessing a heart-shaped face with a button nose and a set of beautiful almond shaped eyes. Her eyes, which are by far her most striking feature are a gorgeous shade of ash grey and her thin lips, which accentuates her small mouth a healthy pink. They rest easily on her face, supple and intuitive, ready to spread into a smile at a moment's notice. Her ivory complexion is fair, with subtle golden undertones. Her hair is a lovely shade of honey blonde extending down to her shoulders. Her body is lithe and flexible yet still managing to possess a decent amount of curves. Having moved from France not more than five years ago, she still speaks with a recognisable French accent.
Being a big fan of dresses, Emilie can usually be seen dressed in them although she does wear blouses and skirts as well. She rarely wears long pants, and the only type she wears are of the shorter variant. She would like to think that she has a good sense of fashion. In colder weather, sweaters, scarves and jackets are not an unusual add-on to current attire.
was a fun day. Tomorrow will be too."
Personality
With an equally radiant personality to match her exuberant appearance, Emily is an energetic and adventurous individual that is also competitive and passioniate for what she loves and believes in. She always seek to strive for her best, and improving what she already knows. Headstrong and determined, once she sets her mind on something, she will do her best to achieve or complete it. Highly excitable, she tends to get excited over the smallest of things. She is also blunt and cynical, and is often rather judgemental of people which can make her out to be rude-sounding and mean even though she may not necessarily be so.
She has a rather extensive sense of humour and tends to laugh at most jokes, making a couple of her own along the way. A big fan of pranks and pranking people, she is not above carrying out other mischievous acts. Although It may not be easy to earn her trust, she is extremely loyal, and once you have gained her trust and loyalty, she can always be counted on in times of need.
When it comes to romance, Emily is by no means any good in the field. She does more than her fair share of flirting with guys she meets and is a real sucker for romance. She is a big fan of the whole love and affection thing between a couple and will go all out for the person she loves and considers her other half. She is very confident, although sometimes it may be overly so, which may come off as arrogance. Prone to being stubborn and obstinate, she often insists on doing things her way even though she knows that it may not be the fastest or most efficient way. She always seeks company, and likes it most when not alone.
Likes
Pranks/Mischief
Gymnastics
Swimming
Jokes/Pranks
Social Media
Video Games
Food (Especially Fried)
Fruit Juices
Romance movies
Dislikes
Boredom
Fake people
Beer
Pessimism
Excessive Violence
Cigarettes/Cigars
Cats
People who talks about death/dying
Insects/Bugs
Fears
Death
Strengths
Assertive
Physically fit and agile
Courageous
Doesn't take crap from anyone
Weaknesses
Bluntness
Being overly sarcastic/cynical
Overconfidence (at times)
Impulsive
History
Born into a middle class family, Emilie lived in one of the many residential suburbs in Paris. Emilie enjoyed most of her childhood and was well-liked at school, albeit in a different way. She was notorious for causing frequent mischief, but because her grades remained excellent, her teachers tolerated her to a certain extent. The young girl's life then took a surprising turn when she discovered gymnastics for the first time. Passionate in the sport, her parents fully endorsed and supported their only daughter's interests. Shortly after her thirteen birthday, the Delacour got the opportunity to immigrate over to the United States, and they took it. Moving over to California, Emilie settled down there, beginning her new life. While she was initially made fun of because of her French accent, as time passed,people began to get used to her, and Emilie found stability in her life.
She began living her life as usual, but she didn't seem to have the same form of success she had bad in France, it was as if a spark was gone in her. Although she said nothing to her parents, she could feel and sense it and were inherently worried for her. Her father, Michael, a seasoned hiker who would usually go onto weekend hiking trips in the country. It so happened during the particular trip of his, he happened to spot a unconscious injured fellow hiker lying on of the rocks. He appeared to have fallen of or tripped from the cliff several feet up. He couldn't let the guy just remained there. He looked like he was still alive as well. Calling as well as radioing for medical assistance, help soon came. The police came as well, and questioned him on the situation. When everything was done and cleared, he was in no mood to continue and began to head home early. The Delacour family went on with their usual everyday life for a week, before they got a surprise visit from a visitor at the door, one fateful Sunday morning.
The stranger introduced him as Mr. Watson and said he was a manager at Aperture Industries and about one week ago, Mr. Delacour saved their CEO who happened to be injured during a personal hiking trip. The boss himself would like to thank him personally at lunch. His family were invited to join in as well. At a lunch in a rather posh and fancy restaurant, It was there that Emilie met Christopher Strong for the first time. He was a hearty middle-aged man who looked none the worse for wear. It was hard to believe he was in a life-threatening accident no less than a week ago. They had their meal while her parents chatted with Mr. Strong. She however remained silent, but spared him some smiles whenever he looked her way. That was the least she felt she could do.
The two of them left, while her father stayed behind, interested in having a further conversation with Mr. Strong. She had no idea what the contents of the conversation were, and her mother refused to say anything. However, Emilie was convinced that her mother knew something. Repeated attempts to wrangle the reason out of her proved futile. Researching the company, she found that Aperture Industries was a huge multi-million dollar corporation that manufactured pharmaceuticals and related equipment as well as other forms of scientific research in the pharmaceutical field. Other than learning of the company, she learnt nothing else. Several hours later, her father came back but said nothing, simply putting a comforting hand on her shoulder. A few days later, an invitation in an envelope came. An invitation to Ashbury Academy.
Favorite memory
Pranking her neighbour from across the street and filming it.
Discovering Gymnastics for the first time
Saying goodbye to her friends in France
Winning gold in a Gymnastics Competition.
Least favorite memory
The initial adjustment periods in which she got bullied and teased when she firs started school in California.
What corporation sent you to Ashbury?
Christopher Strong is the CEO of Aperature Industries, a huge multi-million dollar corporation that manufactured pharmaceuticals and related equipment as well as other forms of scientific research in the pharmaceutical field. After her father saved the life of its chief executive, he was asked to name his reward. He told Strong that he wanted a better future for his daughter so that she could have whatever she wanted, and that he still felt guilty from robbing her of the happy memories of what she had back at France for his own desires. Strong was soon be approaching his elderly years, and with no children, he had no heir. The ownership would dissolve into fights within the corporation, something he did not want. His assistant then came up with a valuable suggestion.
"How about Ashbury Academy?" he had said. Ashbury Academy was a recognised institution that helped heir-less corporation owners groom potential successors with the help of the Academy's staff. It was widely recognised and accepted within the entire world.
Birthday
June 16th 1998
Astrological Sign
Gemini
Twitter Name
Twitter: @QueenDelacour
Instagram: QueenDelacour
"Thank you for not annoying me more than you do."
Emilie gives everyone a nickname, but she does not call them that in their face or behind their back.
It is mostly used for her own personal reference.
Brooke Avery"This one is dark, real dark. The Queen of Darkness. I wonder if she can even see herself in all that darkness."
Not a fan of pessimism, there is an unlikely chance of them getting along. Brooke seems to be the embodiment of the darkness and with the will to seem to hate everyone and putting a dampener on things, maybe she could also seen as a challenge as well. Emilie will not be above annoying her with pictures of happy people, or other cute or adorable things. She does love her rather harmless pranks after all.
Laney Chandler"This one right here is Madame Fashionable. She's real classy and always dresses to impress. That's pretty cool. She doesn't seem fake to me, so I guess she's alright."
Emilie likes to think of Laney as a fashionista. She always dresses well, and appear classy in almost everything she wears. Secretly, Emilie wishes that her fashion sense is as good as Madame Fashionable herself. Maybe she'll ask her for tips one of these days.
Henry Polwith"I like this guy. Monsieur Smiles. He's bright and happy, just like me without the cynical bits! And he jokes as well!"
Apart from being a bright and happy person, Hal has a good sense of humour and actually appreciates jokes. Maybe one of these days she can rope him in for one of her pranks. He is just a really nice person to be around. A fan of reading and history as well, Emilie could probably see them being rather good friends based on the similarities they have.
Korrigan Alexander Jackson"The Gamer. Also Monsieur Contacts. He seems to have an unhealthy obsession of black and red. "
Despite his rather peculiar appearance, especially his eyes which Emilie can not stop staring at whenever she sees him, Korrie seems to be a brighter person that he will dress. He is big on gaming as well, so maybe sometime we can totally game together, no matter the platform.
Amanda Hirano"The Cutie. So cute yet so fragile. Sometimes it feels like if I stare hard enough she will shatter into pieces. Caution: Do not stare too hard. "
A shy and delicate flower, Amanda dresses well, and Emilie gives her props for that. However the girl seems to have such a low esteem that she always seems so quiet and withdrawn. She shouldn't be so hard on herself.
Marie Malveaux"The Rival. Guess what? She knows french! She's fun to be around."
While Emilie gets along well with Marie and find her enjoyable to be around, their similarities have unknowingly created a rivalry among the pair, igniting the competitive streak in her to one up the poor girl.
Spencer Dalle"Ahh, Monsieur Mystère. Kind of a mystery, that one."
Emilie doesn't really know what to think about Spencer. He's very much a mystery and does all sorts of douchey things to people, but somehow she's got a feeling somewhere that he may not actually be as mean as he appears.
Nathan Matthews"He's kinda good looking, handsome even. He's really kind too. Ahh magnifique~"
Nate looks great and is extremely kind to boot. What's not to like about the guy? A real listener and everyone's friend. His selfless nature coupled with his caring nature makes him look very much like a prince charming. Although they haven't really met up much, she likes this guy, but then again which girl won't? He's so dreamy. Très Bien...
Connor MacQuarrie"A fellow athlete and a gamer! He's loud isn't he? That's Monsieur Loudmouth for you."
Connor is an extremely loudmouth but there is something about that quality that makes him endearing to her. He is rather hunky and much bigger than her in size. He seems to love to party and uses alot of funny-sounding slang. Personality wise,the two of them do have a number in common which could be why Emilie finds him endearing. Being an athlete herself, she respects fellow athletes regardless of the sport he plays. The fact that he likes video games as well is just another item to add to the list.
Brendan Rivers"Ahh, Monsieur Butthole. Is there anyone worst than him? Is it even possible? "
Emilie cannot tell Brendan was born an ass or did something turn him into one, because he's bad. He seems to have that holier-than-thou attitude, and she cannot stand the sight of him and will avoid him whenever possible.
Erin Emerson"She is tough that one. I don't want to go up against her. Oh mon dieu!"
Very much a tomboy, Emilie feels like Riley belongs more to the boys than she does to the girls. Despite being physically fit, she is still intimidated of the other girl. From what Emilie can see, Riley looks like a bully, and she does not have a good memories or experiences when it comes to bullies.
Aspen Hancock"A good person who rarely gets angry. Relaxed and laidback. Quite charming as well."
Another fellow athlete alongside Hal & Connor, Emilie gets along well with Aspen. His relaxed and laidback nature makes it easy to be friends with him. He's funny as well, which is always a great quality to have as far as she is concerned being a lover of jokes and everything funny.
Emilie puts on her best english pronunciation she begins the 31 questions interview.
1. How many shoes do you own? What types?
Hmm..I own one pair of pumps for formal occasions, two pairs of pump flats for casual wearing, one pair of boots, sneakers and one pair of sports shoes...so I guess six pairs in total? That's not too many at all. Did you see how many Laney has?!
2. Are you on social media? Who’s in your profile pictures?
Yes. I'm on Facebook, Twitter and Instagram. Facebook is reserved for friends only, but you can feel free to follow me on Twitter and Instagram. Some form of photos of myself is usually in profile pictures be it professionally taken or selfies!
3. How many romantic relationships have you had?
Mon dieu!...This is rather embarrassing to say, but I've never had the chance to have a boyfriend. I had rather bad luck in this department, I would say! I've had plenty of crushes that'd ended up no where though.
4. Are you right- or left-handed?
I am left handed and proud to be so! Unfortunately, everything seems to geared towards right-handers! It's bias I tell you! That is so unfair!
5. What charities do you donate to?
I don't usually donate to charities, but when I do, its to the Red Cross.
6. What are your biggest fears?
My biggest fears are lizards. All kinds of lizards. And let's not forget bugs and other creepy crawlies! Gross!
7. How much money do you make?
Enough. I have enough money to spend with which I am very comfortable with. That is all you need to know. I don't see why you need to know more.
8. What is your ethnicity?
Je suis français! I guess you can say that I am a 'white' Caucasian from the french capital, Paris. My mother is half English though. Which would make me quarter English?
9. Do you speak with an accent?
Yes I do. I would say I speak with a Parisan accent. It has been years since I have left France, and the accent is the only thing I have left of my birth country. I would like to keep it if I can. People always make fun of me speaking, especially Nathan, but I forgive him, because he is cute.
10. What did you dress as for Halloween last year?
I dressed as an undead zombie last year. I am not really a fan of the horror genre though. It was just a promise I owed to a friend.
11. What are your email addresses, blogs, and websites? Passwords?
You can contact me at [email protected] if you need to! No spam emails please! I do not have any websites and I prefer to keep my passwords to myself. They are supposed to be private!
12. What are you superstitious about?
I do not like black cats nor do I like the bad luck stuff that is normally associated with them. I try to avoid them whenever I can, and would even go out of my way to avoid them if possible.
13. Are you allergic to anything?
I am allergic to all kinds of shellfish. They make me itch really bad.
14. What hobbies do you have?
I like gymnastics, swimming, video games, listening to music, reading and eating. Oh did I mention that I love fried food?
15. Do you keep secrets?
I am really bad at keeping secrets. So I don't think so.
16. What is your astrological sign?
I am a Gemini!
17. What are your taste in movies, books, and music?
As for books and movies, the genres I love are mostly similar. I love science fiction, fantasy, thrillers, and romance, especially the type with the cheesy romance. I also a fan of reading chick lit. As for music-wise, I love classical and instrumental music. A personal favourite of mine is Bolero by Maurice Ravel.
18. Do you have scars?
I have a few bruises that have healed and similarly a few healed fractures from my gymnastics training. They have all but healed now. Other than that, no, I don't have any other permanent scars.
19. What are your feelings on gay marriage, abortion, legalization of marijuana, or other controversial topics?
I always tend to try to stay away from controversial topics like these, so I don't really have anything much to say about these. I remain neutral on my standpoint.
20. Any tattoos or piercings?
My ears are pierced, and I do wear earrings on several occasions. Other than that, no, no other piercings.
21. What does your handwriting look like?
My penmanship? Well, I'd like to think that mine looks pretty neat. My friends say that it is tidy and easy to read.
*Shows a demonstration of her penmanship*
22. What is your religious background?
Unlike most of the families and peers that I grew up with who were Catholics, I am a Christian.
23. Where do you like to shop?
when clothes shopping, my favourite shops are H&M and Forever 21. When game shopping, GameStop is a good place that I frequent. Other that that, I also go to a variety of food joints to satisfy my food cravings!
24. What is your relationship like with their sibling(s)?
I am my parent's only child, so I wouldn't really know what relationship with siblings feel like.
25. Do you have enemies? How did they make them?
I hope I don't have any enemies. But sometimes I think that people seem to hate or dislike me for some reason. Maybe they don't like my pranks or they think my jokes suck.
26. What are your ambitions? Do you have a “five-year plan”?
I was aspiring to eventually become a gymnast for the National Olympic Team before this whole Ashbury thing happened. Now I focus on my I am supposed to achieve for my parents and for my sponsor, Monsieur Strong. Other than that, no I don't have any of this "five-year plan" yet. Maybe in the future I would.
27. What are your political preferences?
I don't like politics, so I try to stay away from them if I can. I guess you can say that I am neutral for now. However, if I am required to vote, that I will vote for the most rational one there is that will not lead the country to ruin.
28. What do you habitually keep in their cupboards, medicine cabinets, and purses?
I keep the usual items one might find in an average medicine cabinet. A first aid kit and several bottles of pills, like aspirins, sleeping pills and other essential medicines. I tend to pack certain group of items into certain cupboards so I know when to find them when I need to. I don't have a habit of carrying a purse. I just use a small backpack if needed.
29. What are your favorite outfits/pieces of clothing?
Dresses!~ I love wearing dresses, especially the floral kind! Cocktail dresses! Oh! I love skirts as well!
But a more casual setting, I guess t-shirts and shorts can be quite comfy as well.
30. What do you keep in remote storage?
Remote storage? I have no idea what that means. A place somewhere else to keep things? I don't have one...
31. Are they night owls or morning people?
I would say I'm more of a morning person. I tend to get really tired at night unless I woke up really late in the morning, or I've had an afternoon nap before hand. |
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Amanda looked on as she and her friend had parted ways, she felt vulnerable again...She's not dumb, she knows what kind of happenings go on in parties like these, and she knows it doesn't end with everyone bidding each other farewell and curtsying like well-groomed, proper and posh ladies and gentlemen. She shifted uncomfortably, feeling the gaze of the others surround her, she really didn't want to attract any unwanted attention or be the center of attention itself so she mustered it up and simply decided to lay it low for a while, acting (or trying to) natural as she wandered the halls of the mansion.
Soon enough, a girl introducing herself as Acacia began to say this and that, the usual thanks and whatnot. The brunette just looked on with an unfazed expression in her face, she really didn't want to be a part of this little party, but she didn't exactly have much of a say in it, that and it was a total waste of a good outfit combination. She turned her head to see that the party had truly come to full swing, it was an amusing sight, but not exactly the best place for her to be in right now. It was loud, almost abruptly so, the large crowds made her uneasy to say the least and she didn't really see any enjoyment or fun arising in any of the current activities, preferring to keep to herself as the night continued.
Amanda sat down at one of the tables and quickly prepped herself a cup of cola, not the most healthy thing to drink, she knows, but it seemed like a good idea at the time. She took a couple of sips and sighed, watching as her peers had fun and enjoying life to the fullest, the girl forced a little smile, the sights were pretty funny to witness, like Bear Pong of all things. Whose great idea was it to play regular beer pong and do it with bear suits of all things? If you showed a picture of it to someone without giving them context they'd be pretty dumbfounded. | Full Name
Amanda Hirano
Nicknames
None in particular. If you want, she may consider the fact of having a nickname. Just make sure it's not offensive.
Age
17
Gender
Female
Sexual Orientation
Asexual
Grade Level
Junior
Appearance
Standing at a petite 5'2", Amanda is a half-American, half-Japanese girl with styled shoulder-length brown hair. She has a bad habit of running her fingers through her hair, especially if she's talking with someone. She tends to use a variety of make up, but doesn't go overboard, limiting herself to blushes, eyeliner, and lipstick. Her eyes are hazel colored and her lips are often pink and glossy. She likes to engage in nail art. From time-to-time, she likes to wear head accessories, bows and ribbons being a personal favorite of hers.
When it comes to her fashion sense, it's pastel colors all the way. Preferring a more comfortable style of clothing, she likes sweaters and graphic tees, skirts and boots are nice for her too. Her posture says a lot about her, she constantly twiddles her thumbs, avoids eye contact, and often holds her hands together, as if she was asking for forgiveness.
Personality
One thing you should know about Amanda, is that she has low self-esteem. So low it might as well reside in the core of the Earth itself.
...Maybe that was a bit too much. Based on her upbringing, she never had much interaction with the outside world, with her social skills being severely limited. Her parents constantly reminded her that she needs to be perfect in order to properly function in the world, this left a mark on Amanda, her conscious constantly reminding her that she'll never be perfect, not with the way she is right now. To this day, it haunts her in her dreams, rendering her almost unable to sleep at night.
The feeling of being alone is something Amanda loathes, she yearns for social interaction with her peers, but feels she is not up to their standards, repeatedly belittling herself for her it. In the times that she actually does manage to strike up a conversation, she stutters on her words, awkwardly pauses and asks if people hate her because of it.
Despite her bashful demeanor, underneath that soft silk shell is a kind and caring person who truly wishes the best for her peers, and especially for the people she deems as friends. She won't hesitate to step in and intrude if she ever sees her companions in peril, be it a scuffle or an emotional problem, you can bet that she has your back, assuming you have hers of course. It'll take some time to have her come out of her shell, but deep inside, Amanda is a cheerful and compassionate friend who just really wants the best for her friends...Assuming she ever gathers the courage to find one or two.
Likes
Reading books (Especially if they are of the Fantasy genre)
She doesn't want to admit it, but she's a sucker for cutesy outfits and fashion in general
Bears
Renaissance-era operas
Pastel colors
Dislikes
Cheesy romance novels (More so if they reek of Wish-fulfillment/Mary Sues/Overdone cliche's)
Mirrors
Melodramatic people
Going outside the confines of her room
Fears
Mirrors
Strengths
Intuitive
Good at writing stories and poems
Very empathetic and sympathetic
Genuinely cares about the people around her
Weaknesses
Crippling shyness
Constant paranoia
Thinks that she has to perfect everything in order to appeal to others
Thinks very low of herself
History
Amanda was always known to be a gifted kid, talented in so many things. Her family would constantly boast about her upbringing, which made her uncomfortable to say the least. Her parents worked 24/7, with shifts so long that they barely had any time to properly spend time with her. She remembers the days where she would stay up late at night constantly waiting for her parents to return, only to find them haggard and practically on the brink of exhaustion. Even in the mornings when she woke up she'd find her mother on the phone and her father tapping away in his laptop. There was barely an opening for her to actually know her parents better, even when they would sugarcoat their words, she knew that they were basically brushing her off.
The only comfort Amanda had were her stuffed toys that her parents would buy for her on numerous occasions. She'd have tea parties with them, converse with them as if they were real, they were the closest things she could ever call 'friends'. One of these friends that she'd never forget is a stuffed bear named Theodore, the very first stuffed toy that her mother had bought of her, she became so attached to the bear, that she refuses to throw it out, even when it's past its prime and she's already seventeen. This seclusion went for a while, when her parents noticed that she refused to come out of her room, they decided that now was the time to take measures. When they entered her room they just saw a plethora of her toys sprawled on the ground, Amanda sitting in the corner of her room clutching Theodore to an almost eerie degree. When she saw her parents she just cried, everything after that was a blur.
She didn't know what happened afterwards, but what she does know is that her parents decided to do enroll her in some sort of prestigious school. Amanda didn't have a say in it, and no matter how she pleaded, her parents wouldn't change her mind. And thus, she was plunged into a world outside of her own comfort zone. What the future awaits for this girl is all up to fate.
Favorite memory
Those fantastic moments with her toys, she'd never forget the time Angela rabbit actually invited her to a tea party! Or maybe that was Petunia butterfly...She forgot.
Least favorite memory
Pretty much every time her parents weren't around. And even if they were, they were far from being pleasant memories.
What corporation sent you to Ashbury?
Hara-Jyu-NKyu Imports is a fashion company that focuses on the colorful, sparkly, and cute (Sometimes gaudy and eccentric) fashion for girls, by girls! Their main store is located in Akihabara, Tokyo ironically, but they did recently open a store in Harajuku, and has been their most popular store ever since, hence their namesake.
Amanda's mother happens to be a close friend of one of the owners, Harumi Nakajima and she brought up the prospect of Amanda's current problem.
While she was reluctant, seeing the array of issues that seem to be stemming from the girl, she decided to give her a chance. Harumi and Amanda's mother decided that this was probably the best thing they could do at the moment, even without Amanda's consent.
Birthday
July 8, 1998
Astrological Sign
Cancer
Twitter Name
Twitter: @PeaceFullFields
Amanda Hirano
"I have a lot of wishes, but for now I just want one simple thing...I wish for friends, friends who don't hate me, friends who will be happy to be called as my friends. I-I'm sorry, was that too corny?! I killed the mood, didn't I?"
Brooke Avery
"She...She scares me, she looks so intimidating. There's no way I could talk to someone like her..."
Pairing these two wouldn't be the brightest of things to do. Amanda's first instinct when around her would be to avoid contact and just stay silent. She can't exactly understand how someone can indefinitely hate everything around them, but she's willing to listen to her reasons, assuming she can actually approach Brooke without getting scared.
Henry "Hal" Polwith
"He looks like a very nice person, I wish I had his confidence.
The two could actually make for a stable friendship, as Amanda is filled with a sense of happiness and ease around him, even if some of his jokes aren't all that funny, she laughs at them anyway.
Spencer Dalle
"Surely he can't be all that bad, right? Maybe all he needs is a hug...Uhm, if he wants to...He probably doesn't...I-I should go away now..."
Amanda honestly believes that Spencer is just misunderstood, she'd be willing to spend time with him if he'd be okay with it. Other than that, they seem distant...Not exactly friends, acquaintances would be more like it.
Maie-Marie Malveaux
"She's like that big sister I never had...I don't want to be a burden to her.
The two would make for good friends, Amanda could spend hours talking to Maie about her problems but feels she really should lessen her martyrdom from time to time.
Laney Kaire Chandler
"She looks really nice. M-Maybe we can even become friends! ...That'll never happen."
Amanda would most likely look up to Laney as if she was some sort of role model for girls. She really hopes they can become friends as she feels Laney could help her build her confidence. Amanda would probably ask if she can borrow some of Laney's clothes/accessories, or at least try them on.
Korrigan Alexander Jackson
"He's like those characters you see in anime, I wouldn't mind getting to know him better. If he wants to...
Truth be told, Amanda is actually scared with how Korrigan can easily manipulate one's account. She feels a sense of bonhomie around him, despite his mischievous tendencies. She'd be willing to play a round of games or two with him, assuming it's not an FPS.
Nathan Duncan Matthews
"There's something about him...He looks kind of cute, his smile is a bit infectious too..."
Connor Molson McQuarrie
"He's...certainly loud isn't he? I wish he could be more sensitive..."
Brenden Micah Rivers
"I...I honestly don't know what to say. I hope he's not mad at me for doing so, he probably is..."
Erin Riley Emerson
"She seems kind of rough, but I can't help but feel she's hiding something..."
Amanda and Erin don't seem like they'd fit like two peas in a pod, but she'd be mostly welcoming of Riley's personality, but would tell her that there's more to life than being tough. They'd totally exchange friend codes or visit each other's towns in Animal Crossing though.
1. How many shoes do they own? What types?
"W-Well...My closet's lower section has a place specifically for shoes. It's almost full at the moment, I think I'll have to give away a few, but I can't really part with such darling shoes! Not a real fan of heels and stilettos, they make my feet hurt. I prefer shoes that are comfy and cute, maybe a character or two in them. Sneakers are fine too, I prefer boots myself, not the combat ones though."
2. Are they on social media? Who’s in their profile pictures with them?
"Uhm, I have a Twitter, you can follow me i-if you want...It's mostly just sketches of characters though. @PeacefullFields. I used to have an art blog in tumblr, but it's pretty much abandoned...I don't really take pictures with other people."
3. How many romantic relationships have they had?
"W...Wha-What are you saying?! Ah, t-that is to say...None. I-I don't really have time for romance, besides, no one could love me, not right now...Not until I'm perfect..."
4. Are they right- or left-handed?
"Righty...Anything I use with my left hand just spells disaster..."
5. What charities do they donate to?
"Uhm...Pass? I might donate once or twice, I just don't know which one...Orphanages maybe?"
6. What are their biggest fears?
"Mirrors...J-Just...Mirrors! Anything but
that...They remind me how much of an i-imperfect daughter I am...How much of a big failure I am to my parents! It hurts...It hurts...Whenever I look at my own reflection, I just want to rip out every hair on my head and shriek..."
7. How much money do they make?
"Mmm...I'm not sure, I'll have to ask mother...Whenever she has the time that is...Which is never."
8. What is their ethnicity?
"I'm half-American, 私は半分日本人です. I-I mostly inherited traits from my mother...Hah, I need to brush up on my Japanese soon...それが人生だ...You'll never know when it might come in handy."
9. Do they speak with an accent?
"Not that I know of...I-I think..."
10. What did they dress as for Halloween last year?
"U-Uhm...I'm too old to be d-dressing up for Halloween...B-But I remember dressing up as a witch when I was young...There was one time where I dressed up as a Yuki-Onna, b-but people just thought I was wearing a kimono for show..."
11. What are their email addresses, blogs, and websites? Passwords?
"I-I don't really own a website, a-and my email and passwords are something I'd like to keep t-to myself...L-Like I said, I...I used to have a tumblr, but it's pretty much abandoned by now...I might revive it one day..."
12. What are they superstitious about?
"Mother u-used to tell me so many things back when w-we were in Japan...How I shouldn't rest after eating, not to play with fire, don't kill spiders in the morning, don't pass food using chopsticks...The list goes on...I...I could go on about this..."
13. Are they allergic to anything?
"Nothing in particular...I really hope I don't have an allergy to cute animals..."
14. What hobbies do they have?
"I like to engage in nail art...I used to knit, but it's been so long I've practically forgotten how to do it...Whenever I try to, I end up pricking myself, even with a thimble..."
15. Do they keep secrets?
"O-Of course I do! W...W-Who doesn't? I don't tell my secrets to ANYONE...E-Except maybe Theodore, truly he is the only person I trust...I hope he doesn't spread rumors..."
16. What are their astrological signs?
"Cancer, n-nothing more than that..."
17. What are their taste in movies, books, and music?
"Well...I like Fantasy as a whole, especially in my books...Ah, that reminds me...I should buy some more books soon...A few young adult novels wouldn't hurt, or two. I don't really like Horror stuff, e-especially all the gory and bloody stuff! They make me sick...Saw and Final Destination come to mind...Awful...Animated films are nice, especially Disney/Pixar films! Inside Out was really sad...
Music? Well...I-I'd be lying if I said I didn't listen to J-Pop...Kyary's stuff comes into mind...つけまつける is one my favorites. Rhythm game songs sound nice too...T-The ones in pop'n music have some of my favorite songs. Other than that...I guess whatever's popular at the time? Not really a fan of Rock or Rap...Too loud, t-too crude...Classical music is nice to listen to, I like Chopin's compositions...his Revolutionary Etude is a personal favorite of mine."
18. Do they have scars?
"...Internal or External? B-Because I'm pretty sure I have lots inside..."
19. What are their feelings on gay marriage, abortion, legalization of marijuana, or other controversial topics?
"I-I think there's nothing wrong with Gay marriage...or t-the LGBTQ+ community as a whole...It...It's kind of sad h-how they keep on being treated so lowly...I wish people could learn to love each other more. Abortion? W...Well, I guess it depends? I mean, if I was a rape victim and found out I had a baby, I'd really consider it, but then again...Taking away lives, especially children is an atrocity...M...Marijuana?! Ehh...Ahh...No thank you..."
20. Any tattoos or piercings?
"I...I wouldn't dream of it!"
21. What does their handwriting look like?
"Hmm...M-My classmates keep on s...saying it looks flowery and...a-and elegant...Me? I think it looks terrible...J-Just like every fiber in my body..."
22. What is their religious background?
"Erm...I'm not really religious to begin with...M-Maybe it's one of the reasons why my parents hate me..."
23. Where do they like to shop?
"Well...I prefer shopping online...A-Although I do go out every now and then j-just to see what's in stock, brands? I don't really have any preference...Anything will do, really!"
24. What is their relationship like with their sibling(s)?
"I...Don't really have any...Well, I remember my cousins visiting one time when I was a kid...I-It was okay I guess. We had a lot of fun playing house and having tea parties, I wish I could travel back in time to relive those moments."
25. Do they have enemies? How did they make them?
"I...I really hope not! I c-couldn't live with myself if I did...Uhm, I get the fe...feeling that people hate me already..."
26. What are their ambitions? Do they have a “five-year plan”?
"Plan? Ehh...I-I don't really like planning stuff, it never goes the same way as you expect it to...A-And besides...Why focus on the future when you have the present to live for?"
27. What are their political preferences?
"Uhh...I really think Trump shouldn't win?"
28. What do they habitually keep in their cupboards, medicine cabinets, and purses?
"J-Just the basic stuff in the cabinets...My purse though? Well, I actually prefer a bag...But, I keep my makeup, wallet, cellphone, and headphones, just the usual necessities. N-Nothing interesting."
29. What are their favorite outfits/pieces of clothing?
"Wah! I-I have a lot to choose from...I could go all day about what my closet entails...But, I guess I'll keep it brief...Err, I'll try to. Hmm, how do I start? Well...I really like dresses! Sweet Lolita being one of my weaknesses in the matter...E-Especially if they have animal prints! Sometimes I think that they're too cute to wear! I like buying graphic shirts as well, really love ones that have a design...Although, I g-guess that depends on WHAT design it has...Plain shirts a-are just really bland...I don't like them.
I have this bracelet I wear often, i-it's actually a friendship bracelet one of my friends gave me once...I can't thank that person enough to actually con...consider me as their friend!"
30. What do they keep in remote storage?
"Some of my old friends/stuffed toys...But I'd never dream of locking up Theodore in there! He stays by my side...err, my bedside table that is. I have a few dusty costumes in there, maybe a mannequin or two when I was still aiming to be a designer, b-but those days have gone by..."
31. Are they night owls or morning people?
"I'm more of a morning person...Nights are nice but I always look forward to the sun...Seeing it shine brightly, it fills my day with determination, almost as if I can do anything if I tried hard enough..." |
53,128 | 1,443 | 16 | 1,225 | 64 | Laney Chandler
“Do I want to know what just happened?”
For the most part of the beginning of the party Laney mingled by the snack table chatting with Emilie as she indulged in the wide array of food, or watching the rest of her friends mingle with each other before Acacia jumped up on the karaoke stage making announcements about if anyone need anything to find her or her brother. She let her eyes follow to where everyone was pointing at Aspen taking a sip of her coke, there was something about him that she felt drawn to not that her structured person would allow room for anything more than childish crush for now. The coke was something Tyler had shoved into her hands before darting off again and she was positive that it was spiked but it was a party after all so perhaps she could loosen up a bit. Diverting her attention she looked over at her sullen friend monopolizing the dill pickle chips.
”Does anyone but you actually like those chips?"
It was an honest question and her curious look made the happy girl look even younger, as Connor started yelling and lecturing about the rule of beer pong. Laney felt content enough to just watch but she did allow a pearl of laughter as the bear costume made their arrival and her roommate climbed eagerly into one. After a few more drinks, miraculously Tyler would appear with a new one after her old one was finished as if the senior was trying to get her cute little junior drunk, Laney inched her way closer leaning slightly against Nate as she tried for a better view as the balls went flying back and forth. It was interesting, a few of the guys tried to get her to play but she had little skill at it and quickly ran away from the table back over to grab a cupcake from the snack table amused to find Brooke still there though it seemed that Spencer had wandered over as well. She greeted him politely before posting up against the table watching as everyone disappeared in a game of Sardines, she toyed with the idea of joining them but after everyone was found and there was mention of going on in a tiny closet she was glad she skipped out on playing.
After a few more rounds of drinking and eating she found herself nestled next to Aspen and Maie-Marie, watching the male eat the cupcake laughing softly as he managed to get icing on his nose her head leaning against his shoulder a small allowance her drunken self would live with. The soft happy buzz of the conversation was a soft lull that made the entire scene of them all in a circle peaceful and blissful almost to the tipsy blonde. Not soon after they had been sitting there did the hostess once more swoop in to rescue the vibe, and a round of Never Have I Ever was soon under way. She laughed at the slight towards Connor, knowing the story behind it but she was sworn to secrecy. The next few goes saw her fingers live yet again, though she refused to admit to the one Nate put out there, the last two did see two of her fingers go down as well as a few others.
"Can't we all just play nice for once?"
She offered halfway joking as she smiled enjoying herself for once; biting her lip she chewed it softly thinking of something to add to the game, giggling at the brotherly bickering between him and Connor.
”Oh I know! Never have I ever been on a sports team!”
She chimed in giggling knowing full well that half of the people near her were on the swim team, but it was true she was always busy with pageants and academic adventures to focus any on sports. Grinning feeling smug with herself she playfully stuck her tongue out at the two boys across from her, before settling back down into her seat sipping once more from her red solo cup. | Laney Kaire Chandler
She likes to see the best in people; I like to see the truth.
-Laney Chandler
Name
Laney Kaire Chandler
Nicknames
It’s rather hard to make a nickname from Laney, but she’s open to suggestion.
Age
17
Gender
Female
Sexual Orientation
Bisexual
Grade Level
Junior
Appearance
The first thing people notice about Laney is that bright smile that always seems to decorate her face, her dark blue eyes a subtle contrast to the healthy glow of her skin; blonde hair falls in waves to outline her face, often taking the form of unkempt curls extending long past her shoulders towards the middle of her back. Soft palette make-up generally finds its way on to her face, often a soft pink lipstick and mascara if she’s too rushed to sit there and do it properly. Laney stands around 178cm and weighs close to 140lb last time she checked, but she has slacked slightly on her exercise routine, just don’t tell her mother, so that might have changed.
If asked she would say she was average build, nothing too outstanding about her, as much as her mother had tried to prod and pull her into a certain body shape.
The one think her mother did manage to instill in her was a love of high fashion; she’s often seen wearing a dress or a blouse with dress pants and heels. She very much exudes and has the looks of a well put together young lady, but then years of debutante balls and classes will do that to a girl. She often wears either something with long sleeves or a light jacket making a conscious effort to cover the old worn track marks running up the inside of her arms, that and lots of concealer.
She secretly loves to lounge around in sweatpants and oversized pajamas if she can get away with it.
"Maybe you don’t know what I’m really like."
Personality
If someone had to describe Laney it would probably be a happy and bubbly. That she’s someone easy to approach and even easier to befriend, one of the most honest and open people they’ve meet.
They wouldn’t be wrong, after all Laney had spent years perfecting her persona, and in a sense it was a part of who she is but that’s not all there is to her. That version of Laney is what her mother had groomed her into, someone who could take an insult with a smile and deliver the cruelest words with the sweetest smile. Someone who could walk the high life of society and not miss a beat, a timeless young lady with all the class and elegance befitting her status, and while she enjoyed how flawless she was as that person it leaves little room for her to figure out who she really is.
Underneath all the masks and fluff Laney has a free spirit who loves finding about new things, being coped up in a gilded tower for the majority of her life she knows little about the lower class end of living, even with her previous relationship showing her part of it she’s not sure how to handle it on her own and often reacts to new things with a childish demeanor. Used to the back stabbing and petty ways of the girls she grew up with when she finds someone that seems genuinely nice and interesting she’s take a genuine interest in them and often become a little too attached and think too highly of them.
It’s hard to see past her debutante persona, but it almost seems to perfect, too forced, as if it was a routine she was going through no emotion or spark rested behind it. If you catch her alone you can find her cling to herself as if she was freezing, a look of a self-depreciation and loathing plastered across her face for a bleak second. She’s slowly regaining her naturally happy disposition but she still waivers away from legitimate relations and attachments.
Likes
Candy
Cold Weather
Warm Colors
Debating Semantics
Shopping
Dislikes
Needles
Conformity
Phone Calls
People Who Make Assumptions
Superficial Arguments
Fears
Philophobia
"The problem with fairytales is they set a girl up for disappointment. In Real Life the Prince goes off with the wrong Princess."
Strengths
Negotiating
Acting
Motivating People
Natural Leader
Knows What She Wants
Weaknesses
Athletics
Naivety
Art
Softening Her Words at Times
Overly Loyal
History
The daughter of two of the most prominent noblesse of New York, Laney has had all the training and more one would expect starting since she was 4. Beauty pageants, revealing, debutante balls, galas, all her life Laney was forced from one dress to another. By the time she was thirteen she was suffocating under all the lace and bustle, the lessons and lectures had become too much for the young girl.
Meeting Alice changed almost everything and nearly ruined the rest; against her mother’s better wishes they admitted Laney into a private school of lesser regard. A leniency to the young girl’s constant begging for a chance to see what a normal life was like.
- Madame Prions’ School for the Elite-
Laney was so excited to be going to a school away from the same group of petty girls she had grown up taking lessons with, though to her mother they were her friends and they all went to each other’s houses for make overs and sleep overs. The first few weeks were tough as no one wanted to talk to the new girl, most of the students had come from the same feeder schools and they knew each other, but that was middle school for you.
It wasn’t until Alice boldly walked over and introduced herself to Laney that she felt like she could maybe make a real friend. Alice was everything Laney wanted to be, she was carefree, open, did what she wanted, and often got away with doing it as well. To that small fourteen year old girl someone not bound by the same rules was so surreal it was like glimpsing at another life. They soon became fast friends spending almost all their free and studying time together. Alice taught her how to cheat and sweet talk her way out of trouble, Laney showed her how to throw shade and act like a damsel in distress. It was in good fun, they would often get busted for being up past lights out sitting around giggling and talking.
The first year was probably the best year of her life.
All she could talk about over summer break was Alice and how she couldn’t wait to go back to school and see her again. Much to her mother happiness Laney easily breezed through her summer lessons, skimping through some of the assignments and talking her way out of the rest. It was also the summer Jeremey moved in next door, but he was just the boy next door and Laney just saw him as friend she wasn’t allowed to see without a chaperone but they could sit there for hours talking and laughing. Both he and Alice gave her birthday cards; Alice wrote about how boring her summer at home was but she had made a new friend this new guy that was coming to school with them next year and she couldn’t wait for Laney to meet him. He was a really cool guy who knew all about the grimy side to living. Laney wasn’t sure about this new guy, but she was willing to give anyone Alice liked a chance, after all she wasn’t one to say no to her best friend.
It turned out that the guy had turned Alice on to smack, but Laney didn’t learn that till later. She only knew him as Eric but Alice seemed to adore him and spent most of her time with him. Laney chalked it up a little girl crush and that she would get it over it soon enough, so she turned her attention back to her studies, writing to Jeremy every so often about how school was doing, not realizing she was slowly starting to crush on him.
It was the end of the semester when Alice told Laney she wasn’t coming back next year, that she had no intention of going to high school. Her and Eric we’re going to head out for California and get jobs as models and live the rich famous life without having to work for it. Nothing Laney said could change their minds; they just kept saying if she could see the world like they did that she would understand eventually cruelly teasing that she was a square.
It kept going until Laney was afraid she was going to lose her best friend allowing herself to be talked into trying heroin for the first time.
Her summer passed in a blur of the three of them hopping trains and spending their parents’ money to get their hands on more, her lessons slipped and her mother was infuriated. Alice always said it was because her mother was jealous about her freedom and it was nothing to worry about. There we’re a few days when Jeremy would come over and try to talk to her, but she would just ignore him part of her ashamed to let him see her like this. By the beginning of fall her parents shipped her off to the best boarding school they could find, trying to separate her from Alice. For a while it didn’t work, the girls would write each other constantly but eventually the letters stopped coming and Laney lost her connection, her only saving grace was the letters from a certain boy next store.
For the next two years she desperately clung to that boy, they eventually started dating and she slowly rebuilt her life listening to whatever her mother told her. Her grades returned where they needed to be, and she even learned to plaster on a fake smile again and pretend the world was nothing but sunshine and rainbows. Eventually everyone thought that she had but that random streak of rebellion behind her, that it was just a mistake and all should be forgotten, and though she kept some of the skills she picked up that summer Laney focused more on her relationship with Jeremey taking him with her to her coming of age ball, she went with him to his senior prom as his date. She thought they were the couple to be, but a few weeks before she left for Ashbury he stopped talking to her, dropping her like a dirty pair of shoes.
She's spent the past few weeks refocusing on herself and picking up the pieces wondering what she did wrong this time to loose someone else close to her.
Favorite Memory
The first time she got to experience the high life of the city, she was a four year old girl all dolled up and in a gorgeous gold dress, it was a gala for the ages, glittering lights and masks everywhere as everyone was caught up in a sweeping whirlwind of dancing and laughter. She honestly thought that must be what heaven truly looks like, a never ending party and array of elegance.
Least Favorite Memory
Her first and last heartbreak; it was their anniversary and she was waiting there all dressed up at the restaurant for hours hopefully watching the door. She sat there till closing when the manager called her a cab and kindly broke the news that it didn’t seem like he was coming.
What corporation sent you to Ashbury?
Phantom Security
Small but fast growing high end security company out of New York, under the current leadership of Ryan Kellard, a young prominent man in his prime, it celebrated its 5th birthday last month and its largest year of new contracts. While the number of clients have started to skyrocket and Ryan has seen a lot more influx in need for security he hasn't been able to land any major clients that would give his company the recognition and publicity it needs for him to launch the opening of a new branch in Europe or possibly Asia that would allow him to do security for politicians and performers as the traveled outside of the states.
Laney's family had little ties to the CEO, having only meet him a few times at her mothers debutante balls and galas arranged for the elite of society to indulge and engage in idle gossip. Having grown up on listening to the elegant way those old harpies went at it, she picked up a few mannerisms and habits. It wasn't until one night that Ryan observed the young girl talk her way out a speeding citation, she had been doing 90 in a 55, without bringing up either of her parents names, just using her wits and smile to convince the officer that she had a valid reason in speeding, that the car would cut off if it went under 70 so she didn't want to chance it.
A blatant lie even Ryan could tell that but he was shocked to see the officer drink it down like it was water.
It was few days after that the young CEO made contact with her family offering them a chance to send their daughter to the most prestigious school in the country for a chance to be groomed and formed into his successor so that he might step down and focus more on the expansion then dealing with the politics and negotiating with dignitaries and other irate costumers having no skill for it himself.
It was an odd request to be sure, a young male wanting a strangers daughter to take over his company, but her parents jumped at the idea of spreading the family legacy farther, letting it touch and soak into that schools soil.
Oh how they would be the talk of the town for years to come.
So off she went without a word for debate or her own opinion.
"The past is always with us, just waiting to mess with the present."
Birthday
October 29th, 1998
Astrological Sign
Scorpio.
Twitter Name
Twitter: @GottaChandler
Tumblr: DanceUnderTheClouds
"I don’t wait around to be disappointed again. So excuse me if I don’t fall for that or you ever again.”
Laney Karie Chandler
"People don’t tell you who you are. You tell them."
Fellow Students:
Hal Polwith
"He seems…sweet? He reminds me of a puppy, or a little brother…Honestly though, he’s a nice guy. He’s always around when you need a good laugh."
Laney doesn’t really talk to Hal; he’s just someone she’s talks to in passing, nothing past the superficial stage of friendship. She finds him to be annoying at sometimes with how he’s always trying to make people happy like they don’t have an option to feel something else. She wouldn’t mind actually getting to know him but isn’t going out of her way to initiate anything either.
Brooke Avery
”She’s interesting…I like her, just don’t tell her that…She reminds me of me but opposite. I’m happy she’s dark but that’s not who we really are, not completely.”
Laney and Brooke have a weird friendship, mostly because Brooke is constantly telling her to shut up every time Laney gets excited and wants to gush and show her a really cute piece of clothing or a puppy or something equally obnoxious. But they have their good moments, when they can just sit in silence and enjoy each other’s company.
Korrigan Alexander Jackson
"Oh, you mean the strange one with the contacts? I haven’t really talked to him. He seems interesting though, besides I’ve never tired playing any of the games he’s always going on about."
Laney doesn’t know much about Korrie, he seems to shy away from her and she doesn’t want to make him anxious or stressed out but would like to be friends with him and see what kind of games he likes, or just talk to him. She likes to be everyone’s friends and he’s one of her main focuses but she wouldn’t want it to be superficial.
Amanda Hirano
"She’s so cute! I wish I could pull of some of the clothes she wears. Though she does seem a little too harsh on her…I’d like to be her friend though."
Laney loves her fashion chooses but when she asks the girl its seems she shy’s away, she doesn’t realize how strong her persona can come across so she’s often afraid to approach Amanda so she admires her from afar but is quick to wave and smile at her, maybe she can slowly work her way up to where she isn’t scaring the girl.
Spencer Dalle
"Spencer, hmmm? He’s rather snarky isn’t he? He’s not so bad though, he sees life differently than everyone else and isn’t blinded by the brighter side so he can’t see the bad as well."
Laney secretly finds Spencer amusing, his snarky attitude often portrays her thoughts better than her eloquently worded insults and demeaning glances when she feels the need to be catty, he also makes a good partner to debate with giving more than the superficial answers she had long crafted for her pageants and the parents that run them. She would consider them friends but isn’t sure if he does or not.
Maie-Marie Malveaux
"She’s always bouncing around isn’t she? Her energy is rather infectious. I wonder if she’d let me go running with her sometime. I really need to get back into it."
At times Laney is jealous by the confidence Maie has wearing simple clothing and wonders if she can pull it off but is so stuck in her high end fashion world that she’s not sure she can step out of her comfort zone. She also likes talking with her when she does join the smaller girl on her daily runs, though she isn’t sure if they are actual friends or not.
Riley Emerson
”She’s cute…I wonder how she would look in a dress. Ah, umm, just from a curiosity stand point of course. Her personality is a lot different than mine, but maybe I can learn a lot from her.”
Laney might have a little bit of a crush on the other girl but hides it well often trying to coax the other girl into trying small amounts of make up or maybe going out for coffee, her odd way of trying to bond with people. Laney would probably annoy Riley a little but she’s okay with that as long as she doesn’t blatantly tell her to go away. Besides that Laney also likes to sit around and read books while Riley does what she wants.
Nathan Duncan Matthews
”Nathan’s a sweetheart, really, that’s the only word that’s coming to mind. He’s mister Prince Charming incarnated, but I wonder if that’s all there is too him?”
Laney likes Nate well enough but hasn’t gotten the chance to really talk with him, though she would like to change that, she finds him charming but wonders if that’s just natural charisma or a forced trait. Part of her likes him the other part is curious about how he manages to stay so genuinely happy and carefree all the time. Curiosity is a big part in her attraction towards him, but she thinks they would at least make great friends.
Connor Molson McQuarrie
”Hmm, that’s a hard one. At time’s he seems a little too far out there and doesn’t know when to reign it back in but I don’t think he means harm. He reminds me of what an older brother might be like, well before my mother got a hold of him.”
Connor is probably Laney’s favorite person at the school, his exuberant personality is so different then what she grew up with. She likes hanging around him though his slang sometime goes right over her head and she feels naive every time she asks him to explain what he just said in normal human terms. She often finds herself genuinely smiling around him.
Brenden Micah Rivers
”Now he’s someone my mother would produce, well-mannered and well groomed. I think we get along great but he might really just be a superficial jerk, it’s hard to read people like him, I would know. I’m not sure how I stand with him. ”
Laney has mixed feelings about Brenden, she knows how to handle him and how to easily get along with him at least on the service but his negative persona gives her a bad taste in her mouth so she doesn’t try to bother acting anything other than her mother’s daughter around him, playing the game she was taught to play. Though he was a little better at maintaining it she liked to think she was a few steps ahead of him at the pass.
Emilie Rose Delacour
”She’s great! We get along well, and she’s always smiling and having fun, it’s nice to see another girl like that around here. Not that I don’t like the others, it’s just nice that someone gets me, ya know?”
Laney genuinely likes Emilie finding her accent pleasant to listen too, glad that someone else fashion taste border on hers so she had someone to talk to about new designs and new trends. Being around her generally lets Laney be her happy bubbly self without getting a look of annoyance. Her pranks also amuse her though she’s way too restrained to actually help with them.
Aspen Cael Hancock
“Aspen, definitely intense, he doesn’t come across as ambitious as he really is, but he’s a great guy and a great friend if you ever need anything.”
Acacia Celeste Hancock
“I swear this girl is crazy, but the good kind, you can’t help but be caught up into her whirlwind of energy and you’ll find yourself in the most interesting situations with her. It’s fun.”
Laney loves the twins; they’re always doing something for campus or plotting their next big thing. She likes to watch them interact, they’re opposite of each other, Aspen much calmer and laid back, traits Laney wished she could mimic while Acacia is always doing something. She’s so vibrant and full of life that sometimes Laney feels twinges of jealously towards her. She very much likes helping the twins with their preparations and executing if she can.
“Oh! Are we playing 21 questions? Can I play?”
1. How many shoes do they own? What types?
“Oh ummm, that’s a hard one. I haven’t counted recently so I’ll go with 30? Most of them are definitely heels, or boots with heels, or just boots.”
2. Are they on social media? Who’s in their profile pictures with them?
“Let’s See. Twitter, Facebook, and Tumblr. The first two have a simple picture of me on it but my Tumblr has a field of flowers. It’s really pretty.”
3. How many romantic relationships have they had?
“I’ve only had one, that didn’t end well. Next question please.”
4. Are they right- or left-handed?
“Left-handed much to my mother’s chagrin.”
5. What charities do they donate to?
“I plan to; I just haven’t had the time to set it up yet.”
6. What are their biggest fears?
“Letting someone close to you and then they leave with nothing but a gaping hole to show they had been there at all.”
7. How much money do they make?
“I don’t work, I’m a student. “
8. What is their ethnicity?
“I’m American, of European decent.”
9. Do they speak with an accent?
“I’ve been told I sound like a Northerner? So I guess so?”
10. What did they dress as for Halloween last year?
“I wore the cutest costume. I was a Polar bear; cute fluffy paws and a fluffy hat with ears, leg warmers and white boots with a really cute white cocktail dress.”
11. What are their email addresses, blogs, and websites? Passwords?
“If you need me reach me on twitter at @GottaChander, or at DanceUnderTheClouds.tumber.com. You can't have my passwords though.”
12. What are they superstitious about?
“The number 13, don’t ask why I just don’t like it when I can pushes numbers together and it makes a letter.”
13. Are they allergic to anything?
“Not that I know of, but I can’t bring myself to eat Brussel Sprouts. Does that count?”
14. What hobbies do they have?
“Hmm, I like running, reading, writing, blogging, and shopping.”
15. Do they keep secrets?
“It’s not my place to tell the thoughts of others, when I still hold thoughts of my own.”
16. What are their astrological signs?
“I’m a Scorpio, though I’m also a Tiger.”
17. What are their taste in movies, books, and music?
“I love horror movies, it’s a secret though, those and mainstream reality series. I know they’re horrible but I can’t help but watch them. I love all books, just not romance ones. I really like classical and laid back modern blues and R&B music.”
18. Do they have scars?
“Now that's a secret.”
19. What are their feelings on gay marriage, abortion, legalization of marijuana, or other controversial topics?
“I think it’s in the best interest of the people to allow them some freedom to what makes them happy, who are we to tell others what they can and can’t do in such small regards.”
20. Any tattoos or piercings?
“My mother would kill me, so no.”
21. What does their handwriting look like?
“I was taught to write in script, so it’s usually loopy and flows together. Though it’s proper cursive I like to think it’s pretty to look at.
22. What is their religious background?
“My father was a firm believer in Christ, so I would have to say Christian in a sense of the word.”
23. Where do they like to shop?
“Ah, that’s a hard one. I love walking through downtown and just going into all the cute little boutiques. Though I’m not adverse to name brands at all, I generally just buy what I like no matter where I go."
24. What is their relationship like with their sibling(s)?
“I have the unfortunately pleasure of being an only child.”
25. Do they have enemies? How did they make them?
“Not that I know of, I do hope I haven’t upset anyone.”
26. What are their ambitions? Do they have a “five-year plan”?
“I wouldn’t say I was ambitious and for a five-year plan I have that set out for me seeing as I’m in line to take over a company?”
27. What are their political preferences?
“I prefer not to associate myself with that side of the dregs of civilized society.”
28. What do they habitually keep in their cupboards, medicine cabinets, and purses?
“Candy! Anything sweet really, that and coffee cups, I might collect them…I keep your normal array of things in my medicine cabinet, and my phone, my planner, candy, make-up and whatever else finds it’s way into my purse.”
29. What are their favorite outfits/pieces of clothing?
“Just one? Hmm…I’d have to say the dress I wore to my mother’s formal. A floor length black dress with a teardrop open back, high neck and long sleeves, I wore it with my hair down in manicured curls and a deep red lipstick.
30. What do they keep in remote storage?
“Mother keeps my car in there as well as the dresses from my younger years and my pageant ribbons and trophies.”
31. Are they night owls or morning people?
“Night Owl, I need coffee to get through the day.” |
53,129 | 1,443 | 17 | 2,567 | 1,182 | "People are annoying."
Munching on her dill pickle chips, Brooke sat in her little seat, staring at the crowd in front of her. It was amusing how quickly the crowd turned to drinking--not that she could talk--people were weird. Parties always ended up with people drinking their worries away, whether that worry be an upcoming test, their fear of talking to people or whatever it was.
All in all, Brooke concluded that alcohol was necessary to human beings. It's how they remained sane in an otherwise chaotic and dismal society.
Being drunk made everything better, after all. Or at the very least, more bearable.
"Does anyone but you actually like those chips?"
Brooke glanced up to see Laney. "Of course people do. Otherwise they would stop making it. God Laney, you're such an idiot." Brooke replied, stuffing some more chips into her face. Laney only mildly annoyed her at times, Brooke didn't completely think she was an idiot... But something about Laney brought out the meaner, more sarcastic side of Brooke--if such a feat was possible. It was Brooke's subtle way of showing her she actually liked her. Weird, huh?
Laney flitted away to look at people being bears. Why the hell did Acacia and Aspen have bear costumes? They were weird. Maybe they liked to be bears on occasion? If so, that was something that Brooke could relate to. Life would be so much better if Brooke had been born a bear. Maybe having bear costumes weren't such a dumb idea after all. Perhaps she would ask Acacia if she could borrow them. Oh, she wouldn't be doing anything particularly horrible with them. Maybe she would wear one and jump out at people for fun.
Brooke spent some more time with her chips and booze. Finally, it was working the way it was supposed to. She was no longer annoyed at the group of people chattering away. She was in a happy buzz, perhaps even finding enjoyment in watching other people clumsily fall over, or fail to impress the object of their affections. This was the best part of a party; people-watching. Or more specifically, watching people becoming undone and fail.
Spencer made his way over to Brooke, sitting down in a chair he had dragged over. "Fun party, eh? How boring it'd be if they all had the same idea of fun as me."
"My idea of fun is death." Brooke said in a complete deadpan, "I don't think anyone else would like that though." Spencer was frustrating sometimes, but Brooke didn't mind him. His sarcasm was refreshing in a group of peppy, happy people.
"Say, what do you think if half the people here are at the same place as you? Sitting on their own chair, eating chips, doing nothing. The Hancock twins will be so pleased yet puzzled, wouldn't you agree?" Spencer went on to ask.
"Would they be puzzled? It's exactly what they set out to do. A boring gathering for boring people planned by boring people." Brooke replied, gazing over at her easily excitable, party planning friend. "Obviously this party is a disaster, people are having too much fun."
It appeared that Acacia had initiated a game of Never Have I Ever. Brooke had no intention of leaving her chair until someone dragged her over to the circle.
"Oh boy, and it begins."
Aspen chuckled as people began to play. It was amusing how quickly Connor had become singled out, he supposed it was inevitable. He was a hard guy to forget. Thankfully, people were either keeping quiet about all of the things that could potentially make Aspen lose, or just plain forgetting. He sincerely hoped that the it was the latter.
Still, he had three fingers down because yes, he has a sister. Yes, he's kissed someone outside of family, and yes he's on a sports team. At that last one, he had sent a playful glare at Laney and wrapped his arm around her and gave her a tight squeeze. "Wow, way to single a lot of people out Laney." Now he only had six fingers left. Removing his constricting grip from around Laney, he leaned back on his hands, thinking about things he had never done.
"Wow, you guys are not being aggressive at all tonight." Aspen remarked with a sly smirk. "Where's all the juicy stuff? I'm disappointed."
"Never have I ever... had sex in a public place?"
Actually, Aspen was unsure of his never have I ever. Were there actually people who've had sex in a public place? Actually, a better question was this; who's actually had sex here? But "Never have I ever had sex" was a lame token one, and also would be a lie. | "Life would be so much better if I was born as a house cat."
-Acacia Hancock
Name
Acacia Celeste Hancock
Nicknames
Ace, Aca, Caci.
Out of all of these, Acacia prefers Caci the most. But she would definitely prefer to be called Acacia.
Age
17
Gender
Female
Sexual Orientation
Heterosexual
Grade Level
Junior
Appearance
Like everyone in her family, Acacia was blessed with startlingly blue eyes, and dark hair. Her dark brown hair extends to her waist, and she can often be seen fiddling with it--especially when she's nervous. Her bright blue eyes are almond shaped and can be killer puppy dog eyes when she wants them to be. She's shorter than her brother, Aspen standing at a height of 5'7.
"I just want everyone to be happy."
Personality
There's just something endearing about Acacia that makes you want to hug her tightly.
She's such a sweetheart. You see it in the way her entire face lights up when she laughs, the striking blue eyes that crinkle with her serene smile... Acacia has a certain charm about her that people seem to gravitate towards. Her energy and her bright laughter is simply contagious, and when she steps into a room, it lights up. Acacia loves making friends with people, and is rather successful at it! She's simply a lovely person and always seems to know just the right thing to say. This girl is confident, flirty, and bold. She's very dedicated to whatever she does, and puts 120% effort into it. It doesn't take a lot of work for her to gain admirers and friends.
Acacia is a natural silver tongue. She has a way with words. Combined that with her charming delivery? The results can be devastating. She can be quite manipulative when she wants to be--which fortuately is not very often. She's a natural leader, and being the president of the student council she puts this skill to use. Interestingly, Acacia doesn't really care about being a leader. She became the president because she was nominated and elected, and because she does a great job. Ironically, the twin that doesn't really care about being a leader has all of the leadership qualities, while the twin that does really want to be a leader is more suited to be a follower.
Despite her intelligence in academics, is not very street smart and is rather gullible. She's the type of person to actually spell out "gullible" before realizing that it in fact does not sound like orange. She also is a rather jealous person who can be possessive of her friends. She is a person who gets really anxious and paranoid whenever she feels like she's left out of the loop and dislikes it when she sees her friends with other people. However, this is all expressed on the inside and she gives no outwardly indication. She is quite meek, unable to speak her mind unless it's a student council issue or whatever it may be. Acacia doesn't like it when people are overly opinionated and feels uncomfortable in a debate. She as a general rule doesn't like arguing with people and is often very passive aggressive.
Likes
Animals
Figure Skating
Gymnastics
Movies--horror movies in particular
Singing, acting and dancing
Dislikes
Elevator music
People who can't see multiple sides of an issue
Candy corn
Arguments and confrontations
Being late
Art--Acacia may be good at the arts, but she can't draw to save a life
Fears
Losing people important to her, rejection, the darkness
"You can't scare me! I saw you lurking."
Strengths
Graceful
Authoritative
Athletic
Photogenic
Witty
Weaknesses
Overanalyzes everything
Passive aggressive
Jealous
Gullible
Not very assertive
History
Acacia grew up with her brother, Aspen away from her parents. While Aspen learned to grow without them and found confidence, Acacia grew up being racked with self-doubt about why her parents weren't ever around. She would spend nights crying herself to sleep about it. She loved her surrogate mother dearly, but it was never the same. This is where her abandonment issues and jealousy stems--she needs a constant figure to be by her side. Fortunately, her brother Aspen was always there to pull her out of the dumps.
Once Aspen began winning photography contests with her as a model, Acacia rediscovered her confidence that she was sorely lacking. She decided that she wanted to be fit and pretty for her brother's camera, so she began trying her hand at various sports. The ones that stuck with her were gymnastics and figure skating. She also harbors a love for dancing, acting and singing--all documented by Aspen.
Unlike Aspen, Acacia never really thought about being a CEO or being a leader. However, it was how she was. Whenever there was a group project, people naturally turned to Acacia as the leader and she rolled with it. Ever mini skit she put together was largely directed by her. Acacia is a natural leader, and people respond to that. Her parents finally somewhat returned to Acacia's life when they sent her to Ashbury to be schooled into the next CEO for their corporation.
Acacia was overjoyed at the fact that she wouldn't be separated from Aspen, who secured a spot at this prestigious school for photography. But Acacia is lost. She doesn't know what she wants to do with life, and she's being shoved into a future she doesn't know if she wants. Oh well, if she's going to be here, she's going to be good at it.
Favorite memory
The first time her brother photographed her. It was on a rainy day, and Aspen told her to dance around--the way she does when she thinks no one is looking. He managed to capture an incredible shot of her spinning around in the rain, with a thunderbolt in the background.
Aspen and Acacia participated in an Open Mike a few years ago, with Aspen on guitar and Acacia singing. They got such a great response!
When Acacia lost a regional dance competition. Aspen seemed upset that the judges chose another team, but Acacia was satisfied with how far her and her team had come.
Every moment spent with her parents
Least favorite memory
When she broke her arm in gymnastics. She had landed badly on her leg when she lost her grip on the double bars, and it caused her to be unable to dance, skate or act for a long time and she missed regionals for various competitions.
Trying her hardest to smile at her birthday party, after her parents texted her saying they can't make it.
What corporation sent you to Ashbury?
Her parent's company, Hancock Corporations needed a back up! So they thrust their unsuspecting daughter into those large shoes. She had great leadership qualities, she was smart, so why not? They never really asked her about it though.
"Aspen, they just texted me that they can't make it to our birthday party today.
Some important meeting came up."
Birthday
May 24th
Astrological Sign
Gemini
Twitter Name
@LittleMissAcacia for all of her usernames
"Surprise!"
How many shoes do they own? What types?
"I don't own a lot of shoes, just your standard dress shoes, sneakers, etc etc etc. But Acacia on the other hand..."
"I don't have that many shoes! Just some boots, various heels, a few pairs of sneakers, flats..."
"See? That's already like, 5 times more than me."
"....."
Are they on social media? Who’s in their profile pictures with them?
"Grove_Photography is the new instagram of the extremely talented and sought after teenage photographer! Be sure to check out his instagram! He's also available for booking, so please contact him if you like any of his photos!"
"What's with the advertisement...?"
"Aspen Hancock is the up-and-coming photographer! Get him now while you can. His photography skills are evident in even as something as simple as his profile picture. It's a photograph of himself taken through a glass pelted with raindrops and it looks very surreal and mysterious.
"Acacia..."
"Also be sure to check out his model extraordinaire, Acacia Hancock! Not only is she an extremely beautiful girl, her instagram is to die for. Just look for her fantastic profile picture--it's me mid-jump when I'm ice skating. Yeah, photography skills and stuff, but she has a lot of talents too!"
"Acacia!"
"Hahahaha, jeez Asp, I'm kidding!"
How many romantic relationships have they had?
"Neither of us had that many, actually."
"Unfortunately, Aspen scares them away."
"Yeah, cuz I'm so scary, right? You scare off any potential girlfriends too."
"Grrr, we're so terrifying."
Are they right- or left-handed?
"Acacia is right handed."
"And Aspen is sinister."
What charities do they donate to?
"A lot actually. We've donated to Habitat for Humanity, Homeless shelters, cancer research..."
"Some charities really need money, and we have a lot of it. And I don't think we're every going to use all of it. So we like to share bit by bit."
What are their biggest fears?
"You used to be scared of thunder. Like, terrified. You used to hide under the blankets every time it stormed."
"Why would you even bring that up? That was like... 14 years ago."
"You might still be scared!"
"You wanna go there? What about the time you literally climbed up a tree to get away from a dog."
"I was like 3!"
"Exactly."
How much money do they make?
"Aspen makes sooo much cash from Grove Photography. It's ridiculous."
"What about you? You make a lot of money from winning competitions."
"Well, yeah. But they're not consistent. Maybe I should get a job."
What is their ethnicity?
"I think we're just European.
"Hmmm, I thought I heard mom mention something about being descended from King Henry the whatever or something.
"Maybe we should look into that."
Do they speak with an accent?
"Unfortunately, no."
"We wish. A Scottish or British accent would be really cool."
"Pip pip cheerio!"
".....No Caci. No."
What did they dress as for Halloween last year?
"Prepare for trouble!"
"Make it double!"
"To protect the world with devastation!"
"To unite all people within our nation!"
"To denounce the evil of truth and love!"
"To extend our reach to the stars above!
"Jessie!"
"James!"
"Team Rocket blast off at the speed of light!"
"Surrender now or prepare to fight!"
What are their email addresses, blogs, and websites? Passwords?
[email protected], and I also have a blogspot and tumblr for my photography.
"Also, Aspen's password is--"
"Whoa, what? you know my password?"
"My email is [email protected]. And my instagram documents all of my competitions, hobbies, and photographs! Check it out!"
"Wait, Acacia, don't change the subject!"
What are they superstitious about?
"I'm not superstitious, but Acacia on the other hand..."
"I don't believe any of it. I just don't want to risk any of it being true, just in case."
"You collect every 4 leaf clover you fine."
"They're cute, okay?"
Are they allergic to anything?
"Both of us are allergic to penicillin."
"We break out in hives."
What hobbies do they have?
"Well besides for photography... Photoshop is really fun, image editing in general."
"Idiot, that's still a part of photography."
"Uh, right. I guess we play video games a lot, We have a running tally of who wins. And I really like playing the guitar, and swimming. Obviously."
"Everyone already knows what we like. I like dancing, figure skating... Stuff like that. I dabble in acting. And singing is fun too. Lately I've been into netflix. But that's everyone."
Do they keep secrets?
"Very much so. I know a lot of things that Aspen doesn't because I don't tell him anything."
"Likewise."
What are their astrological signs?
"We're Geminis."
"Isn't that ironic?"
What are their taste in movies, books, and music?
"I'm mostly into sci-fi and action."
"Nerd."
"And despite you making me watch horror movies with you, I don't like them!"
"Would you rather watch romcoms with me?
"Maybe."
Do they have scars?
"Nope, not really."
"We've had a fairly unadventurous childhood. And we never seriously fought enough to scar each other."
What are their feelings on gay marriage, abortion, legalization of marijuana, or other controversial topics?
"......"
"Acacia really doesn't like discussing things like this."
"Pro-choice, pro-marriage, no opinion on weed."
"What's with the heavy sigh?"
"I don't like arguing..."
"There's no one to argue with, idiot. I'm the only one here, and we have the same opinion."
Any tattoos or piercings?
"I have my ear lobes pierced, but that's about it."
"I don't have anything. I know, I know. I'm boring."
"Yeah you are."
What does their handwriting look like?
"Really similar, actually. Emma liked to say that handwriting was the window to the soul, so she had us take calligraphy classes."
"Yeah, we write out "g"s and "f"s and "A"s the same way."
"But otherwise my writing is most loopy and flowing. Aspen's is more precise and neat."
"That represents out personalities really well, actually."
What is their religious background?
"Uh... Agnostic, I guess? What do you think?"
"Agnostic works. I don't believe that God exists, but I'm not an atheist."
"Yup, mom, dad and Emma weren't really religious either."
Where do they like to shop?
"We own a lot of designer clothing. When Acacia models them, or I photograph them, we receive a lot of clothes and accessories as thanks."
"Designer clothing is super nice. But I usually just go shopping at popular stores. Forever 21 is one of my favorites--they have really cute clothes for a really cheap price!"
What is their relationship like with their sibling?"
"Horrible. We hate each other."
"Can't even stand to be in the same room."
"Ew, get away from me you freak."
Do they have enemies? How did they make them?
"We have none that we know of."
"I hope we don't have any..."
What are their ambitions? Do they have a "five-year plan"?
"Oh yeah, definitely. Once I graduate, I'm going to be an intern and assistant for Charles Modelli, the current CEO of Mode. He's going to retire in a few years, so until then I'm going to get acquainted with people of the industry while majoring in photography and digital art at the California Institute of Arts. Once Modelli retires, I'm going to take over Mode and hopefully expand it and hire more permanent employees. My eventual goal is to expand Mode and promote it even more, and to start a Mode magazine. What about you Acacia?"
"Uh... Graduate?"
What are their political preferences?
"Hate politics. They make me angry. Next."
"Yeah, it's fine. We can move on. I'm not heavily involved in politics either."
What do they habitually keep in their cupboards, medicine cabinets, and purses?
"In my purse I always have my wallet, some pens, some mint and gum, band-aids, chapstick, my mini-planner and my portable charger."
"I don't carry around a purse. We usually just have your standard medicine cabinet drugs like benedryll, ibuprofen and stuff in the cabinets. And cupboards... uh, cups and stuff?"
What are their favorite outfits/pieces of clothing?
"I love my cream colored dress with flowery branches."
"I'm a pretty big fan of this green jacket."
What do they keep in remote storage?
"I don't think we have remote storage."
"Yeah, we have places for everything. Even incredible things."
Are they night owls or morning people?
"I'm a night owl. But Acacia on the other hand..."
"Definitely morning!"
"Lucky duck. She would wake me up at 7 AM when we were young because she was bored. Actually... She still does that sometimes."
"Heehee." |
53,130 | 1,443 | 18 | 1,918 | 8,263 | Korrie A. Jackson-Party Animal
After splitting off from Emilie with a chuckle, Korrie felt a little better about himself and decide to just have fun and not let the anxiety get to him. That's why, when the subject of Beer Pong cane up, he decided to be one the first ones up, not really caring that what was going in was Illegal as all hell. He broke the law in a semi-regular basis with his hacking, so imhe doubted getting a little tipsy would do any harm. Unfortunately, Korrie found out two things that day: He was a lightweight(which was to be expected from someone who never so much as looked at Alcohol before), and he was the type to get a little crazy when drunk.
He was basically hammered mid-way through his first game . . . and he played five games, four of which he took ful advantage if the bear suit and refused to take it off after the game was done. This led to his swift defeat in the game of Sardibes that followed, but at that point he couldn't really be bothered. Now the group was engaged in a game of Never have I ever and Korrie was trying to think of a good one. He had to put a few fingers down due to him having a sister, having kisses someone outside his family, and having been on a sports team, and while he might've tried to lie his way out of it, in his current state, lying about anything was just not possible. When Aspen said his, Korrie couldn't help but break into manic laughter, putting a furred arm around the guy as he lurched over to him.
"Can't say I have, but wait, I got an even better one. Listen, listen, okay, . . . Just listen . . . you listening . . . Good, okay, Nwver have I ever. . . Hey, why aren't you to joining the party." Korrie suddenly bolted straight up and half walked, half-tripped over to Spencer and Brooke, attempting them ins big bear hug and pulling them over to the circle. . . only to fall backwards with a clearly incoherent chuckle as he pointed at them. "Commie on guys, don't be . . . don't poop on the party. You, the dark one, use this as a chance to really get under people's skin. Ask the deep questions like. . . like . . . Oh, like mine. It was, it was. . . Fuck. . ."
Korrie raised himself off the ground, shakily standing up and confused about what to say, when it suddenly hit him. "Oh, I got it, Never have I ever been Arrested? Huh, huh, good right?" Korrie chuckled to himself as if he'd told the best joke in the world before taking another few steps, only to fall on his face. He raised his hands up to show his seven fingers, a sign that he was still in the game. | Korrigan "Korrey" Alexander Jackson
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I'm the only guy that people ask to put glasses on inside, and I find that fact very amusing. It's also why I never bring sunglasses with me when I go anywhere.
-Korrie Jackson
Name
Korrigan Alexander Jackson
Nicknames
Korrie, Kor, Red, That Weird Guy, and other, less kind ones that are more or less based on his unusual appearance
Age
17
Gender
Male
Sexual Orientation
Heterosexual
Grade Level
Junior
Appearance
Korrie dress in dark colored clothing no matter the weather or the occasion, not being on for the brighter things in life when it comes to his color palette. He has an obsession with the colors of red and black, so his attire consists of mostly those, but he does have them in varying shades and styles, as well as a few other clothes that feature other colors. As far as looks, he's an alright guy, decently muscled, though he's more on the lean side. due to keeping a standard exercise routine. He has a faded scar on his right arm and left leg from when he was attacked by a dog, and they're rather nasty ones too.
He has short hair that is often gelled into spikes, dyed a mix of his two favorite colors, Black and Red, the ratio between them changing every time the colors fade enough to require a re-dye. He also has gotten his hands on a cool pair of contacts that make his pupils appear red and his sclera(the white part) look completely black. He does this mainly because he thinks it's cool, but also to unnerve people who talk to him, as he kinda gets a kick out of watching people struggle to look him straight in the eye. He also sports a few brow piercings across his right brow and another on his tongue, all of them being a simple black in color, though the tongue piercing has a dot of bright red in the center.
Personality
Korrie is, despite his appearance, a very happy person, a lover of gaming and literature, as well as a good prank or two to satisfy his mischievous streak whenever the need overcomes him. His true passion is coding, and he's very, very good at it. He's been doing it forever, and has even become semi-famous across the net for his skills in hacking, which he does from time to time under wraps, inly known by his calling card, a red skull icon that appears on his victims screen before whatever hack he's implanted into their system takes affect.
Despite his ability to get into almost anyone's social media accounts and computers, he doesn't use his talents malicously(for the most part), usually leaving behind a harmless virus to make the person's computer glitch out a bit, make sex noise come out the speakers, and other strange and odd things. The only time he's hacked with dark intent behind him was when he sees someone bullying another particularly badly, or some treats one of his few friends badly. Than he slowly but steadily begins to sow the seeds of that persons downfall, plastering heir social media accounts with embarrassing posts, pictures, and other such things. He's caused people to become laughing stocks, to get talked about, and other things, and while he knows there bad, he always prides himself on never going to far. He thinks of himself as more of a hero then a bully, despite the fact that a small part of him does it just to feel empowered. His talent and success has given him a slight superiority complex.
However, he does have a few obvious issues that people will notice upon meeting him. He's got a sailor mouth(or a gamer mouth, as is the case) and thus will swear at almost any time and during any occasion. He tries to censor himself, but it usually ends in failure. He also is very ossessive of his computer rig, which he's dubbed Alexandra, and his laptop, which he's dubbed Angela. He almost never let's anyone near them, and anyone who tries will find themselves bombarded by a wave of curses and creative threats. They are his children, as he built them from scratch, and has turned them into real beasts. Recently, with his dealings with S.A Electronics, he's download an advanced personal assistant AI program the company is working on. He's programmed both of them with their own personalities, or as much personality as can be given with current technological limits. He talks to then as if they were real people, and gets very defensive when people try and make fun of him for it.
Likes
Gaming
The Colors Red and Black
Fantasy Novels
Coding
Pranking people, especially those he doesn't like.
Romance(He'l never let anyone now about it though)
Gymnastics on occasion, when nobody is around
Dislikes
Bullying
Sour foods
People who can't appreciate his sense of style
People who think he's an emo just because of his looks
Being the center of attention
Crowds and Crowded places
Dogs
Fears
Well, aside from the obvious fear of getting caught and exposed as a hacker, he also has a slight fear of spiders, they freak him out. Bugs in general are not good for him, but spider's in particular are something he can only barely stand. He also doesn't like heights, and has a serious case of Cynophobia(fear of dogs) that has haunted him ever since he got attacked and bitten by a feral one when he was 5.
He's also afraid of getting teased and bullied like before, and has a not-so-slight fear of a certain type of girl that causes him to be highly uncomfortable and flinchy in their presence.
Strengths
His computer and Gaming skills
He's a person you can trust to keep a secret
Has an Open mind and Heart
Weaknesses
Dogs
Doesn't open up much to people, especially girls
Has trust issues
Despite his openness with people and groups, he's no social butterfly and has more often than not gotten overwhelmed by there being too many people in a room or caving in to others if enough pressure is applied
History
Korrigan Alexander Jackson's school life was absolute hell for the longest time, and he suffered it in silence. As a young boy, some of his interests and his over all appearance were considered to be quite girlish, earning him a more demons nickname of Alexandra all the way up into high school. He was a quiet kid back then, and a bit of a pushover, so it was an inevitable conclusion that he'd be the target of severe bullying. The prime offender was a popular girl by the name of Samantha, who tortured him relentlessly and was constantly ousting him from the social hierarchy. If anyone tried to be friends with him, they'd quickly find themselves subjected to similar punishment, making it so that Korrie would never have any friends in the real world to be around.
As a bullying target, he had to put up with a ton of psychological, and even a little physical, torture. But the most traumatic experience for Korrie was when he was in the 8th grade. It was the day of the graduation ceremony and Samantha, then a freshman, had decided to pay Korrie a visit. She got some friends and they dragged him into the girl's bathroom, stripped him if his cap, gown and clothes, only to dress him up to look like a girl, complete with make-up, nail polish, and a pretty dress. It was a horrendous, dehumanizing, demasculating, and traumatizing experience, and it didn't end there. The girls had taken pictures if the poor boy and had spread them all over the Internet, cementing his shame that summer as kids everywhere he went laughed at him, calling him names and over all treating him like a joke. He attempted to kill himself twice soon after, the stress and embarrassment of the situation making death seem like the most enticing solution, but both times his sister caught him and proceeded to smack the ever living shot out of him for even thinking of doing something like that. While she meant well, it didn't help him in the slightest, and it caused Korrie to retreat deep inside himself. His parents had been in an uproar, and were quick to sue Samantha's family, who immediately obliged, her patents feeling ashamed and embarrassed, but it didn't matter. The damage had been done.
After a year into high school, Korrie conducted his radical change, wanting to complete separate himself from the event, which had become rather big news in the anti-bullying community, but he would never be able to forget it. He complete refused any help given, believing that if he just ignored the problem, it would go away. He schooled himself in hiding his emotions, in keeping up a strong front, and making sure to never let himself be perceived in such away again. On the day of his 12th birthday, one of his few friends, a guy he had met through a gaming forum, introduced him to the wonder that is coding. At first, he was hesitant, intimidating by the walls of letters and numbers that his friend was trying to drag him into. However, he worked his way through it, and discovered a world that he could freely control, one where he had power to do what ever he could, as long as he had the skill to do so.
Since then, he dedicated himself to honing his craft, his mind taking to it with increasing ease as he continued to code to his hears content. He started with simply things, basic websites that he put out for mere practice, out soon he evolved into more serious endeavors, like modding, game creation, and apps. He just recently began to earn a profit from his work, and had his eyes set on starting his own gaming company, as that was his passion above all else, when he found himself with an opportunity that he couldn't possibly say no to. While it was a bit saddening to leave his friends behind for this new school full of people he didn't know and challenges he had yet to face, he knew that a chance like this only came once in a lifetime, and he'd be damned if he let it pass him by without even attempting to leap on.
Favorite memory
First time he saw people talking about his alias, The Crimson Skull hacker
Least favorite memory
That time where he got lost in his neighborhood and got attacked by a feral dog.
The time where he first realized that he was getting bullied.
The day of his 8th grade Graduation
What corporation sent you to Ashbury?
A very influencial Company by the name Saeculo Aureo Electronics, which has a hand in computing, gaming, movie production, Home Entertainment, anything that could possibly have to do with technology is something they likely have their hands in.
Their CEO,a man by the name Reginald Dorvain, noticed Korrie's potential when he had his personal cyber-defense task force, made up of the best hackers money could buy, look into this mysterious Crimson Skull hacker. It took them some time, but they managed to figure out who the boy was and get all of his contact information. With a click of a button, they could've shut him down, but Reginald instead decided that he might've found his possibly heir. The boy's skill was quite exceptional for someone so young, and he shown himself capable of a certain kind of ruthlessness in how he went after those who wronged him. These qualities, and other facts about the boy, made him seem like a perfect canidate for an apprentice and possible heir to his empire.
Birthday
27th of July, 1998
Astrological Sign
Leo
Online Usernames
Steam, Youtube, and Twitch: BlackDiamond275
Facebook:The Darklord Korrie
PSN,Xboxlive, and Nintendo: TheCrimsonL1on569
Korrigan Alexander Jackson
"People and computers aren't that different, they can both be brilliant at sometimes, retarded at others, breakdown, crash, and improve/ruin your day. Only real difference is that fixing a computer's easy, just replace the bad parts. Can't do that with people, they're problems are more complex because people are more complex than machines. And that's what makes them interesting, cause that means they can always surprise you. And what's life without a few surprises along the way."-The DarkLord Korrie
Brooke Avery
"She seems nice, ya know, in that 'I'm going to roast you on a spit' kind of way. She'd probably be into games like Dead Space or maybe Left for Dead 2. Probably the former, actually, as she doesn't seem like the co-op type."
I'm unsure if these two would necessarily get along, but Korrie would try to get to know her. She's the kind of person he finds interesting, almost like a puzzle in a way. He'd also be sure to annoy the hell out of her whenever possible by sending her a bunch of cutesy pictures of kittens, babies, etc. just to see what kind of reaction he could get out of it. He'll probably be threaten with violence on more than one occasion
Henry Polwith
"Cool guy, needs to tell me what books he likes to read so we can see if we share any tastes. Also needs to stop staring at me when he thinks I don't notice, it's understandable because I'm awesome and what not, but still rather vexing. Need to get him a copy of Civilization, a History buff like him would probably love it. Or maybe I shoukd give him Assassins Creed so he camn tell me how badly Ubisoft fucked up in their quest for 'Historical Accuracy'. Heh, that'd be good for a laugh.
These two will probably get along well enough, though Korrie might notice Henry's incessant need to please everyone and try to break him of that habit somehow. This'll probably end in failure cause Korrie isn't the most tactful of people.
Amanda Hirano
"Uhm, How doI talk to this person without wanting to hug her. She just seems so cute and lovable. She seems like more of a casual gamer though, which is sad, but maybe she could get more into with a few pushes. God dammit, If anyone think's of messing with her, they're going to get hacked. Just have to make sure Reggie(his nickname for the CEO of S.A. Electronics) doesn't find out."
Korrie could end up developing a bit of a big brother complex around Amanda, as she just seems so fragile and in need of protection. This could possibly develop into a crush, and likely to stay just given his lack of romance skills and Amanda's orientation, but we'll just have to see how that goes. Will probably try to boost her confidence through gaming somehow.
Spencer Dalle
"He's an ass that puts off his problems onto others and spends his time feeling sorry for himself. Dude needs to get off his ass and do something, instead of just being apathetic to everything. Probably doesn't even like games, or if he does, only plays FPS games like Call of Duty. No sense of taste and definitely someone I'd rather not be stuck with."
This one's a bit harder for me to analyze, so don't take the above statement to heart. That's just how I feel Korrie would think of Spencer paced on my own impression, but since my own understanding of the character seems a little shaky to me, I'll just have to see him in action first. If my guess is right, then these two will probably not get along.
Maie-Marie Malveaux
"Thank god I'm not the only one with a weird or fancy sounding name here. Then again, it's only like that to me cause it's foreign. Moving on, she seems interesting, not all there at times, but that just adds to here charm. Not sure what kind of game she would like, maybe something simple, yet emotional, like Journey? Then again, those kind of games require a lot of thinking . . . I need to think on this for a bit, move on to the next person."
Not quite sure on this one either, cause while I'm sure they'll get along, Korrie might not be able to stand how quick she is to turn to self-deprecation. He remembered a time when he himself thought he was stupid and idiotic, and it was terrible, so for her to do so for simply no real reason would probably strike a nerve in him.
Laney Kaire Chandler
"She seems nice . . . but I can't help but wonder how nice she really is. 'Never know what people are like behind closed doors" and all that. Another casual, but there's hope for her to ascend above the likes of Angry Birds and Candy Crush. Getting side-tracked here, back to Blonde Beauty(oh god that's like a racehorse name, shit, never let her know I said that), she seems nice, definitely the proper type from what I can tell. Don't think she's met too many people outside if her bubble of wealth though, but she doesn't strike me as the snobbish type. I'm just . . .really, really uneasy around girls like her."
Korrie's past experience has made it so that if the two were to be walking down the same stretch of sidewalk, he'd likely cross the street instead of walk past her. He wouldn't say he's actively avoiding her, but he kinda is, as he subconsciously doesn't want to risk getting hurt again by getting involved with a 'popular' girl.
Erin "Riley" Emerson
*Attack on Titan Opening plays in the background* "Yeah, I'm going to get a good laugh out of this one, though the mileage is going to be pretty low if she doesn't watch anime. As far as this chick goes, seems like she's trying to hard to be super macho, a problem I've hardly ever seen in a girl, but I guess there are all different kinds of people in the world. Whatever her reason for being that way, well, I can be a right bastard when somebody pushes me too far, so if she starts trying to push me around, she better be prepared when I push back. Probably plays a bunch of sports games or Call of Duty like a filthy casual. "
Korrie might be kind of the unintentional bully inn this intuition, as he sees her tough act as her throwing her weight around and just bullying other people with her cruel jokes. So unless he finds out the reason behind said behaviors, he's probably going to think of her as a bitch and might label her as a target of hacking, though the fact that she doesn't seem to be one to use Social media makes her a harder target then most. If he finds pout about her past, however, he'll A) apologize for being a complete, insensitive asshole and B) try to help her get over the lack of confidence and her need to hide what she likes, since he can somewhat empathize with that due to his own bout of self-hatred, if not with the cause of it.
Nathan Matthews
"He's a cool guy, probably the nicest person I've met so far. Also might be a little too trusting (and I may take advantage of that at times for pranking opportunities), but overall, a cool guy."
Conner MacQuarrie
"Dude's a cool guy, and as a fellow gamer he has my respect, but more often then not I feel the need to mute my mic when I play with him. His penchant for non-sensical slang, obnoxious nicknames(he calls me Hackson one more time I swear), and completely lack of forethought when he speaks are my main annoyances with him. But other than that, I can hang with him. . . just not on a constant basis. My brain cells need time to recover after every meeting.
Brendan Rivers
"Simply put, he's a pompous ass that I wouldn't trust any farther than I could but his ass across a field. The less I have to deal with his House Lannister bull crap, the better."
Emilie Delacour
"She's hot, she has a sense of humor, AND she plays video games. Add in the french accent and you've got yourself a very desirable woman. . . and just like all desirable woman, she's way out of my league. Anyway, she's a cool person, and definitely a person I would want to play with. Wonder how well she can Smash . . . I'm talking about the game, by the way. Just the game and nothing else."
Aspen Hancock
"Dude seems okay, competitive as hell though, so I wouldn't want to play him in anything. A little competition here and there is good, but this guy seems to take it way too seriously. He's definitely a chill guy in regards to nearly anything else, and I can respect his love of photography. Wonder if we could collaborate on something, as I've got some skill with photo editing softwares."
Acacia Hancock
"Again, she seems nice, but I'm just not sure about her. Plus, she's just way too good at getting people to do what she wants. That's just raises all sorts of red flags for me. Hell, if she wanted to start a crazy cult, I'm almost certain that, like, half the people at this school would do it. Okay, that maybe exaggerating it a bit, but only by a hair."
Acacia scares Korrie, as her sense of presence and leadership can only be seen through a filter of negativity due to past experience. It would take a lot to get him to just be comfortable in her presence, not to mention an actually friendship. So yeah, these too probably won't be friends, though more because Korrie's just too intimidated by her to actually think of approaching her and will likely try to avoid her as much as he possibly can.
Korrigan Alexander Jackson
1. How many shoes do you own, and what kind?
"Wow, first question and I already feel like this is full of bullshit. God, why do I have to do this. . . *ugh*, I have two pairs or so, I think, and they're just some sneakers. Nike, maybe? *sigh*This is so dumb. . .
2.Do you have any social media, and if so, whose in your profile picture?
"I've got Facebook, and that's about it really, unless Steam, PSN, Etc. count as Social media. As for my profile pic, just me giving the camera my trademark grin."
3. Have you have had any romantic relationships?
". . ."
4. Right or left handed?
"Ambidextrous, actually."
5. What charities do you donate to?
"None, actually, though more out of a lack of awareness, actually. Don't really focus on world news and all that. If I did give to a charity, I guess something like Make a Wish or Red Cross? Seem like good people trying to do good work."
6. Biggest Fears?
"Dogs, and being forced to do G-uuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhh, . . . moving on from that, yeah. Dogs suck."
7.How much do you make?
"Depends on the job, really, but most jobs that I take now pay somewhere in the lower 300's, few rare cases pay in the 500's, and since I have a nice amount of return customers, well, let's say I have a pretty nice rainy day fund saved up."
8.What is your ethnicity?
"Uh, is White/Caucasian an acceptable answer? That's as far as I bother to register. Mom says something about a bit of English down the line, maybe a tad of Italian or French. I'm not really concerned by it, I'm Human, I'm American, I'm Californian, and that's all that matters to me."
9.Do you have an accent?
"Everyone has an accent, so this is another stupid question? I guess I have a Californian/West Coast accent."
10.What did you dress-up as for Halloween last-year?
"Uh, that one guy from Tokyo Ghoul, with the tattoos. I think his name is Uta or something like that? It was for a party, and I had just gotten into the series and I really liked the character. I went in depth with that one, though, and still just go around in the outfit as my regular clothes sometimes. Look pretty damn good to, if I do say so myself."
11.What are you're email addresses, blogs, and websites?
"Uh, I have a website for people to request my services, a Twitch channel, my email is [email protected]. As for my passwords, no. I don't ever say them out loud, I've got too much stuff on the web under them to risk some. Sorry, but my lips are sealed."
12.Are you superstitious?
"Not particularly, no."
13.Allergic to anything?
"Fuck shellfish, stuff makes me puff up really bad. Always got to be careful."
14.Hobbies?
"Gaming, Programming, A little bit of cosplay, Reading, Song Writing(I don't sing, just write some music here and there), napping."
15.Do you have any secrets?
"Yes, and that's all I'll say on that matter?"
16.What's you Zodiac Sign?
"I'm a Leo."
17.Taste in books, movies, and music?
"Love me some fantasy adventure, though sci-fi is good too, really I like to read anything. Same with movies, for the most part, though most horror movies strike me as dumb and predictable. I tend to laugh when most people scream, just because I find it funny when a hunch I make turns out to be correct. I like Alternative rock for my music tastes, though my taste also can dip into metal. I just like anything with a lot of aggressive beats and guitar riffs."
18.Do you have any scars?
"Yeah, pretty bad ones on my left arm and right leg. These are the reason I'm afraid of dogs."
19.What are your feelings on Gay Marriage, Abortion, legalization of Marijuana, etc.?
"Don't really care much about Gay Marriage, so what if a guy and another guy get married. Not for it, not against it. Same for Legalization, but with, uh, a bit of personal entanglement that would lean me towards yes, rather than no. Abortion, however, is something I'm rather torn on, due to the fact that, despite popular belief, I'm a Christian. Yes, I know, shocking that I don't worship Satan and all that. Anyway, I'm kinda for having it only be for thinks like rape and trying circumstances, because no matter what people say, that's a human being and it just doesn't sit right with me to end a life before it's had a chance to live."
20.Any Tattoos or piercings?
"One tongue piercing, 3 brow piercings, and I'm planning on doing an arm tattoo in the near future."
21.What's your handwriting like?
"It's legible, not the neatest script you'll ever see, but it gets me by. Hardly ever write that much though, I'm a typing man myself."
22.Religious Background?
"Mom's a Christian, Dad's a Christian, Sister's a Christian, and I'm a Christian. Not the most devout of families, but I believe in the values."
23.Where do you like to shop?
"Gamestop, Steam, various Online places, and . . . that's it."
24.What's your relationship with your sibling(s)?
"Resent her ever so slightly for pushing a certain . . burden on to me cause of her own stubborness, but over all, pretty good. She kinda reminds me of Brooke a bit with her attitude, only she's more of an Alpha bitch. Seriously, you don't want to fuck with her, or you'll be eating your own genitals."
25.Do you have enemies? if so, why?
No real enemies, except for one guy that I accidentally got put in jail due to me finding his stash of child pornography while I was hacking his computer. And he turned out to be someone of relative importance so . . . yeah. Kept a pretty low profile after that whole kerfuffle. Heh, 'kerfuffle' . . . that's such a funny word."
26.What are your plans for the future?
"You mean, if this whole 'becoming the heir of a S.A. Electronics' doesn't pan out? Start my own business and work form the ground up."
27.Political preferences?
"None, politics are stupid and a waste of my time."
28.What do you keep in your cupboards?
"A variety of snacks foods, both healthy and not so healthy, a little bit of, uh, 'hazy enlightenment' for when I'm in the need of a little pick me up, and batteries. A ton of batteries."
29Any favorite outfits or pieces of clothing?
"His Uta costume is a favorite to wear on warm days, or when he feels the need to look extremely strange to people. He sometimes gets into character to.
30.What do you keep in remote storage?
"Doesn't have any, though if he did, he'd probably put some extra hardware there, like old computers and laptops and the like.
31.Are you a night owl, or a morning person?
"I. AM. THE NIGHT!!!! Seriously though, I have no real preference, but I tend to feel like crap in the mornings because I'm online doing who knows what until ungodly hours of morning. I've got back on that recently, but the feeling sometime props up from time to time." |
53,131 | 1,443 | 19 | 2,567 | 1,182 | "I hate you all."
Never Have I Ever was such a boring game, and there were too many people. Brooke hated it. What was the fun in seeing how much more exciting people were compared to you? And there were never good Never have I ever statements. "Never have I ever had SEX" Ohhh my goodness, it's sooooo scandalous. Never ever have I ever been arrested? If someone DID get arrested, people would already know about every single detail. And they would probably get kicked out of school or something. Ashbury was a boring school to force people to become boring adults. Anything excited was frowned upon, naturally.
So Brooke snarled as Korrie literally dragged her over to the informal circle. Brooke fell with him when Korrie stumbled to the floor, and she gave him an annoyed shove before standing up with a huff. "Oh my god, you're so annoying. Can't a girl drink in peace!?" Brooke had somehow managed to save her bottle from spilling all over herself. She tipped some more liquid down her throat before turning a glare on everyone.
"You want me to play? Fine, I'll play." Brooke was standing a bit on the outer fringes of the circle. She pointed a finger menacingly at the crowd. "Never have I ever had a crush on, or had sex with anyone in this room because I hate you all."
With her standard frown, Brooke sat down heavily on the outer edges of the circle with both her legs and arms crossed. It was a stupid game played by stupid people who didn't have anything better to do. | "Life would be so much better if I was born as a house cat."
-Acacia Hancock
Name
Acacia Celeste Hancock
Nicknames
Ace, Aca, Caci.
Out of all of these, Acacia prefers Caci the most. But she would definitely prefer to be called Acacia.
Age
17
Gender
Female
Sexual Orientation
Heterosexual
Grade Level
Junior
Appearance
Like everyone in her family, Acacia was blessed with startlingly blue eyes, and dark hair. Her dark brown hair extends to her waist, and she can often be seen fiddling with it--especially when she's nervous. Her bright blue eyes are almond shaped and can be killer puppy dog eyes when she wants them to be. She's shorter than her brother, Aspen standing at a height of 5'7.
"I just want everyone to be happy."
Personality
There's just something endearing about Acacia that makes you want to hug her tightly.
She's such a sweetheart. You see it in the way her entire face lights up when she laughs, the striking blue eyes that crinkle with her serene smile... Acacia has a certain charm about her that people seem to gravitate towards. Her energy and her bright laughter is simply contagious, and when she steps into a room, it lights up. Acacia loves making friends with people, and is rather successful at it! She's simply a lovely person and always seems to know just the right thing to say. This girl is confident, flirty, and bold. She's very dedicated to whatever she does, and puts 120% effort into it. It doesn't take a lot of work for her to gain admirers and friends.
Acacia is a natural silver tongue. She has a way with words. Combined that with her charming delivery? The results can be devastating. She can be quite manipulative when she wants to be--which fortuately is not very often. She's a natural leader, and being the president of the student council she puts this skill to use. Interestingly, Acacia doesn't really care about being a leader. She became the president because she was nominated and elected, and because she does a great job. Ironically, the twin that doesn't really care about being a leader has all of the leadership qualities, while the twin that does really want to be a leader is more suited to be a follower.
Despite her intelligence in academics, is not very street smart and is rather gullible. She's the type of person to actually spell out "gullible" before realizing that it in fact does not sound like orange. She also is a rather jealous person who can be possessive of her friends. She is a person who gets really anxious and paranoid whenever she feels like she's left out of the loop and dislikes it when she sees her friends with other people. However, this is all expressed on the inside and she gives no outwardly indication. She is quite meek, unable to speak her mind unless it's a student council issue or whatever it may be. Acacia doesn't like it when people are overly opinionated and feels uncomfortable in a debate. She as a general rule doesn't like arguing with people and is often very passive aggressive.
Likes
Animals
Figure Skating
Gymnastics
Movies--horror movies in particular
Singing, acting and dancing
Dislikes
Elevator music
People who can't see multiple sides of an issue
Candy corn
Arguments and confrontations
Being late
Art--Acacia may be good at the arts, but she can't draw to save a life
Fears
Losing people important to her, rejection, the darkness
"You can't scare me! I saw you lurking."
Strengths
Graceful
Authoritative
Athletic
Photogenic
Witty
Weaknesses
Overanalyzes everything
Passive aggressive
Jealous
Gullible
Not very assertive
History
Acacia grew up with her brother, Aspen away from her parents. While Aspen learned to grow without them and found confidence, Acacia grew up being racked with self-doubt about why her parents weren't ever around. She would spend nights crying herself to sleep about it. She loved her surrogate mother dearly, but it was never the same. This is where her abandonment issues and jealousy stems--she needs a constant figure to be by her side. Fortunately, her brother Aspen was always there to pull her out of the dumps.
Once Aspen began winning photography contests with her as a model, Acacia rediscovered her confidence that she was sorely lacking. She decided that she wanted to be fit and pretty for her brother's camera, so she began trying her hand at various sports. The ones that stuck with her were gymnastics and figure skating. She also harbors a love for dancing, acting and singing--all documented by Aspen.
Unlike Aspen, Acacia never really thought about being a CEO or being a leader. However, it was how she was. Whenever there was a group project, people naturally turned to Acacia as the leader and she rolled with it. Ever mini skit she put together was largely directed by her. Acacia is a natural leader, and people respond to that. Her parents finally somewhat returned to Acacia's life when they sent her to Ashbury to be schooled into the next CEO for their corporation.
Acacia was overjoyed at the fact that she wouldn't be separated from Aspen, who secured a spot at this prestigious school for photography. But Acacia is lost. She doesn't know what she wants to do with life, and she's being shoved into a future she doesn't know if she wants. Oh well, if she's going to be here, she's going to be good at it.
Favorite memory
The first time her brother photographed her. It was on a rainy day, and Aspen told her to dance around--the way she does when she thinks no one is looking. He managed to capture an incredible shot of her spinning around in the rain, with a thunderbolt in the background.
Aspen and Acacia participated in an Open Mike a few years ago, with Aspen on guitar and Acacia singing. They got such a great response!
When Acacia lost a regional dance competition. Aspen seemed upset that the judges chose another team, but Acacia was satisfied with how far her and her team had come.
Every moment spent with her parents
Least favorite memory
When she broke her arm in gymnastics. She had landed badly on her leg when she lost her grip on the double bars, and it caused her to be unable to dance, skate or act for a long time and she missed regionals for various competitions.
Trying her hardest to smile at her birthday party, after her parents texted her saying they can't make it.
What corporation sent you to Ashbury?
Her parent's company, Hancock Corporations needed a back up! So they thrust their unsuspecting daughter into those large shoes. She had great leadership qualities, she was smart, so why not? They never really asked her about it though.
"Aspen, they just texted me that they can't make it to our birthday party today.
Some important meeting came up."
Birthday
May 24th
Astrological Sign
Gemini
Twitter Name
@LittleMissAcacia for all of her usernames
"Surprise!"
How many shoes do they own? What types?
"I don't own a lot of shoes, just your standard dress shoes, sneakers, etc etc etc. But Acacia on the other hand..."
"I don't have that many shoes! Just some boots, various heels, a few pairs of sneakers, flats..."
"See? That's already like, 5 times more than me."
"....."
Are they on social media? Who’s in their profile pictures with them?
"Grove_Photography is the new instagram of the extremely talented and sought after teenage photographer! Be sure to check out his instagram! He's also available for booking, so please contact him if you like any of his photos!"
"What's with the advertisement...?"
"Aspen Hancock is the up-and-coming photographer! Get him now while you can. His photography skills are evident in even as something as simple as his profile picture. It's a photograph of himself taken through a glass pelted with raindrops and it looks very surreal and mysterious.
"Acacia..."
"Also be sure to check out his model extraordinaire, Acacia Hancock! Not only is she an extremely beautiful girl, her instagram is to die for. Just look for her fantastic profile picture--it's me mid-jump when I'm ice skating. Yeah, photography skills and stuff, but she has a lot of talents too!"
"Acacia!"
"Hahahaha, jeez Asp, I'm kidding!"
How many romantic relationships have they had?
"Neither of us had that many, actually."
"Unfortunately, Aspen scares them away."
"Yeah, cuz I'm so scary, right? You scare off any potential girlfriends too."
"Grrr, we're so terrifying."
Are they right- or left-handed?
"Acacia is right handed."
"And Aspen is sinister."
What charities do they donate to?
"A lot actually. We've donated to Habitat for Humanity, Homeless shelters, cancer research..."
"Some charities really need money, and we have a lot of it. And I don't think we're every going to use all of it. So we like to share bit by bit."
What are their biggest fears?
"You used to be scared of thunder. Like, terrified. You used to hide under the blankets every time it stormed."
"Why would you even bring that up? That was like... 14 years ago."
"You might still be scared!"
"You wanna go there? What about the time you literally climbed up a tree to get away from a dog."
"I was like 3!"
"Exactly."
How much money do they make?
"Aspen makes sooo much cash from Grove Photography. It's ridiculous."
"What about you? You make a lot of money from winning competitions."
"Well, yeah. But they're not consistent. Maybe I should get a job."
What is their ethnicity?
"I think we're just European.
"Hmmm, I thought I heard mom mention something about being descended from King Henry the whatever or something.
"Maybe we should look into that."
Do they speak with an accent?
"Unfortunately, no."
"We wish. A Scottish or British accent would be really cool."
"Pip pip cheerio!"
".....No Caci. No."
What did they dress as for Halloween last year?
"Prepare for trouble!"
"Make it double!"
"To protect the world with devastation!"
"To unite all people within our nation!"
"To denounce the evil of truth and love!"
"To extend our reach to the stars above!
"Jessie!"
"James!"
"Team Rocket blast off at the speed of light!"
"Surrender now or prepare to fight!"
What are their email addresses, blogs, and websites? Passwords?
[email protected], and I also have a blogspot and tumblr for my photography.
"Also, Aspen's password is--"
"Whoa, what? you know my password?"
"My email is [email protected]. And my instagram documents all of my competitions, hobbies, and photographs! Check it out!"
"Wait, Acacia, don't change the subject!"
What are they superstitious about?
"I'm not superstitious, but Acacia on the other hand..."
"I don't believe any of it. I just don't want to risk any of it being true, just in case."
"You collect every 4 leaf clover you fine."
"They're cute, okay?"
Are they allergic to anything?
"Both of us are allergic to penicillin."
"We break out in hives."
What hobbies do they have?
"Well besides for photography... Photoshop is really fun, image editing in general."
"Idiot, that's still a part of photography."
"Uh, right. I guess we play video games a lot, We have a running tally of who wins. And I really like playing the guitar, and swimming. Obviously."
"Everyone already knows what we like. I like dancing, figure skating... Stuff like that. I dabble in acting. And singing is fun too. Lately I've been into netflix. But that's everyone."
Do they keep secrets?
"Very much so. I know a lot of things that Aspen doesn't because I don't tell him anything."
"Likewise."
What are their astrological signs?
"We're Geminis."
"Isn't that ironic?"
What are their taste in movies, books, and music?
"I'm mostly into sci-fi and action."
"Nerd."
"And despite you making me watch horror movies with you, I don't like them!"
"Would you rather watch romcoms with me?
"Maybe."
Do they have scars?
"Nope, not really."
"We've had a fairly unadventurous childhood. And we never seriously fought enough to scar each other."
What are their feelings on gay marriage, abortion, legalization of marijuana, or other controversial topics?
"......"
"Acacia really doesn't like discussing things like this."
"Pro-choice, pro-marriage, no opinion on weed."
"What's with the heavy sigh?"
"I don't like arguing..."
"There's no one to argue with, idiot. I'm the only one here, and we have the same opinion."
Any tattoos or piercings?
"I have my ear lobes pierced, but that's about it."
"I don't have anything. I know, I know. I'm boring."
"Yeah you are."
What does their handwriting look like?
"Really similar, actually. Emma liked to say that handwriting was the window to the soul, so she had us take calligraphy classes."
"Yeah, we write out "g"s and "f"s and "A"s the same way."
"But otherwise my writing is most loopy and flowing. Aspen's is more precise and neat."
"That represents out personalities really well, actually."
What is their religious background?
"Uh... Agnostic, I guess? What do you think?"
"Agnostic works. I don't believe that God exists, but I'm not an atheist."
"Yup, mom, dad and Emma weren't really religious either."
Where do they like to shop?
"We own a lot of designer clothing. When Acacia models them, or I photograph them, we receive a lot of clothes and accessories as thanks."
"Designer clothing is super nice. But I usually just go shopping at popular stores. Forever 21 is one of my favorites--they have really cute clothes for a really cheap price!"
What is their relationship like with their sibling?"
"Horrible. We hate each other."
"Can't even stand to be in the same room."
"Ew, get away from me you freak."
Do they have enemies? How did they make them?
"We have none that we know of."
"I hope we don't have any..."
What are their ambitions? Do they have a "five-year plan"?
"Oh yeah, definitely. Once I graduate, I'm going to be an intern and assistant for Charles Modelli, the current CEO of Mode. He's going to retire in a few years, so until then I'm going to get acquainted with people of the industry while majoring in photography and digital art at the California Institute of Arts. Once Modelli retires, I'm going to take over Mode and hopefully expand it and hire more permanent employees. My eventual goal is to expand Mode and promote it even more, and to start a Mode magazine. What about you Acacia?"
"Uh... Graduate?"
What are their political preferences?
"Hate politics. They make me angry. Next."
"Yeah, it's fine. We can move on. I'm not heavily involved in politics either."
What do they habitually keep in their cupboards, medicine cabinets, and purses?
"In my purse I always have my wallet, some pens, some mint and gum, band-aids, chapstick, my mini-planner and my portable charger."
"I don't carry around a purse. We usually just have your standard medicine cabinet drugs like benedryll, ibuprofen and stuff in the cabinets. And cupboards... uh, cups and stuff?"
What are their favorite outfits/pieces of clothing?
"I love my cream colored dress with flowery branches."
"I'm a pretty big fan of this green jacket."
What do they keep in remote storage?
"I don't think we have remote storage."
"Yeah, we have places for everything. Even incredible things."
Are they night owls or morning people?
"I'm a night owl. But Acacia on the other hand..."
"Definitely morning!"
"Lucky duck. She would wake me up at 7 AM when we were young because she was bored. Actually... She still does that sometimes."
"Heehee." |
53,132 | 1,443 | 20 | 1,287 | 533 | Maie-Marie Malveaux
Everybody was drunk. Marie had thought that she was drunk, but she had underestimated the fabled 'teenage party atmosphere.' She couldn't get her words straight, but that was partially the caffeine rifling through her bloodstream at top speed, not just the alcohol. Not to mention english wasn't even her first language. you could hardly blame her.
Not only that, she had also underestimated the scandal factor of certain people in the circle. Marie had her ups and downs, but was it actually unusual to have never had sex in a public place or steal things? Maybe she was just jumping to conclusions. Plenty of people still had more than a hand's worth of fingers up, Marie included (she'd had to knock her count down to seven due to Laney's jab at the sports teams. At least, if track was a sport.)
Brooke's suggestion made her think, probably for longer than was appropriate, given the flow of the game. Obviously she'd never had sex with anybody in the room, but had she never had a crush on anybody? There were plenty of people she really enjoyed hanging out with, but was there ever more to it? It was probably the Jager talking, but she'd sort of feel bad if she managed to leave her finger up in this case. Like an admission that she, too, hated everybody. But what if she put her finger down and it was a lie? Would anybody know? If somebody knew, would somebody call her out on it? She felt her eyes turn into spirals as smoke poured out of her ears. At least, if this was a cartoon that would have happened.
Was it Hal? Did she maybe have a crush on Hal? It was the obvious choice, the two got along like PB&J, but was that actually any different from how she thought of all of her friends? Connor? She liked his energy and bravado, but even she knew they couldn't spend that much time together without tearing down a building or two. Was that a crush? Amanda-san? Obviously Marie liked her a lot, but no, she didn't get that impression from herself. She had a lot of respect for the Hancocks, but probably didn't know them well enough to say much... Who do I choose? Wait, why am I choosing anything? Why is there a choice? The whole thing was stupid, like Brooke implied. The strength of alcohol's hold on her wavered for a split second, but it was enough to see that the only reason she was thinking stuff like this was because she was drunk. No, she probably didn't have a crush on anybody at this point. The year was still young, but Marie was non-committal even at the best of times. She liked all of her friends, and it didn't have to be any more complicated than that.
It wasn't her turn in the circle yet, but she was proud of her finger count, at least for the moment. Still, it was easy to see who was going down soon. She had a pretty firm notion that she wasn't going to lose this particular game. | Maie-Marie Malveaux
"When you feel bad, run. And when you've run as far as you physically can, if you still feel bad, just keep running until you leave those feelings in your dust."
-Marie Malveaux
Name
Maie-Marie Malveaux
Nicknames
Mal (Semi-formal, taken from her last name. It means 'bad' so most people close to her don't use it, but a 'casual' teacher or someone in a similar position might pull it out.)
M, "Trois-emme" (From her name having three M's in it. She hates this one, and it's used only in ignorance by a well-meaning stranger or else when somebody's actually trying to aggravate her.)
She doesn't mind being called either Marie or Maie. Most people default to Marie because it's more common.
Age
16
Gender
Female
Sexual Orientation
Bisexual
Grade Level
Sophomore
Appearance
Despite her tomboyish personality, Marie's appearance is very much that of a girl. Shoulder-length blonde hair, occasionally dyed or tipped some exotic color, hangs down over her pale skin and 'cute' facial features (big round eyes, small nose, etc.) Her body, likewise, is rather petite, at a whopping 5 foot even and around a hundred pounds. She's toned, athletically, but not very muscular, even when she flexes (which is more often than is probably appropriate.) Even though her frame is small she tries to make up for this by wearing loud colors or just generally being loud herself.
Her fashion sense is peculiar. Because she looks cute and doll-like, she can pull off strange fashion choices without really trying. In casual situations she is often seen wearing men's gym attire (tight t-shirt and shorts or sweats,) and these serve as her general outdoor clothes as well ("Never know when you've gotta run!") She hates dresses because she doesn't like the way they usually fit her, and she refuses to wear skirts because she has a constant irrational fear that everybody can see her underwear at all times. Formal wear doesn't really exist in her wardrobe. Instead, she has a large selection of active-wear (both men's and women's) and a single blue dress that never gets worn.
She doesn't touch makeup, which has made a lot of her peers jealous in the past because of her relatively clear skin. Because of this she gets baffled easily when other girls start talking about their morning routines, and all she can say is "I shower a lot."
Personality
Marie is easy to get along with, but equally easy to hate, because of her simplistic personality. She is friendly and approachable, and likes to talk to 'unpopular' kids just because they interest her, but this habit sometimes ends in bitter feelings from popular girls who think she's a joke, as well as even unpopular kids who think she's taking pity on them. She is the type who likes to listen to people ramble on about whatever they're passionate about, and will then ramble herself about the things she's passionate about: fitness, food, anime, and the vastness of the universe, which she doesn't know anything about.
She isn't perceived as particularly intelligent, because she really isn't. She loves learning new things but can't retain information well at all, often forgetting things by accident, including people's names or past meetings. She means well, and easily rolls with the punches when somebody calls her stupid, but she does have a bit of a hidden complex regarding her intelligence, often being the first person in a room to put herself down over how stupid she is. This is also the first thing people usually attack when they want to put her down, and she just laughs it off every time.
Marie doesn't put up with people who put themselves down or attack others, and will reflexively try and shift any and all blame onto herself. While not a true martyr complex, it's not that far off either. She likes to think she is saving people by taking on all the pain herself, even if she logically knows it doesn't work that way. People don't often pay it much mind, because she is so upbeat all the time, but it's a habit that can easily get on everybody's nerves. She is working to try and change the way she acts because she has alienated friends in the past, but changing yourself is hard, so it's slow progress.
Likes
Anything that gets her body moving (sports, exercise, etc)
Loud music (Usually old school rap/hip hop or electronica, but anything with a strong beat will do.)
Energy drinks
Thunderstorms and Natural Disasters
Bruce Lee
Anime
Everybody
Dislikes
When people are down on themselves or others
'Lazy' days
Skirts, dresses, jewellery
Politics
Fears
Aside from her bizarre paranoia involving skirts, Marie is terrified of being lost. Lost in a new place, in the middle of nowhere, lost in a crowd, it doesn't matter. If she doesn't know where she is or where she's going, she gets the cold sweats. Thank god for GPS technology these days, right?
Strengths
Actual physical strength and fitness
Her naivete means she's never scared or lost in a social situation
She's one of those girls who can look good in anything without trying
Weaknesses
Completely socially oblivious. If people are talking behind her back or subtly insulting her, she will never catch on. Like, never ever.
Information retention
Poor impulse control
History
Originally hailing from Quebec, Marie's family moved to Manhattan Island halfway through her elementary school career due to her father's position as a well-respected business consultant. Her father became a permanent on-call consultant to the CEO of Jam! Energy, one of the highest-grossing soft drink conglomerates in the country. Marie was sent to a private school and their family was never hungry because of all the money her Father took in, but Marie herself wasn't a fan of inner city life. There just weren't enough ways to expend her energy, and there were only so many times you could run laps around Central Park before the scenery started getting repetitive. Her grades began to slip and she was diagnosed with ADHD and put on various kinds of pills to help regulate her poor attention span and energy levels.
This worked for a while, but her energy had little to do with her brain chemistry in the end. It was just her personality. She was pulled from private school in grade seven and received home-schooling instead in hopes that she would do better in a more comfortable environment. And again, for a while, this seemed successful. Her grades rose and she stopped seeming so frustrated all the time. But even this had an end. The CEO of Jam! Energy suffered a major heart attack and passed away in his office, sending the company into a bad PR spiral (did he die because he drank Jam? That stuff will kill you!) The cash stopped flowing, and Marie's family could no longer afford her personal tutor. Her father was hired on as interim CEO of Jam! but honestly he was just hired as a scapegoat so that nobody within the company had to take the fall in the media. Even so, he was able to pull the company's accounts out of the gutter and back into the black, but Jam! Energy never could wipe away the dark smudge on their reputation, and the only people who were drinking their products were high schoolers and college students who didn't care about their supposed health concerns.
What the company needed wasn't better management, they had that part covered, they needed a better image. To that end, the new CEO turned his eyes on the brightest shining star he knew - his own daughter. Maie-Marie was sent to Ashbury to continue her schooling and to get the pedigree that would be needed for the new face of Jam!
Favorite memory
One time while still living in Quebec, after watching the movie Forrest Gump with her family, she decided to run as far as she could, for no particular reason. She didn't tell her family anything about where she was headed, just "I'm going out for a run." Five hours later, she was in the middle of nowhere, completely stranded. She had to knock on a stranger's door to ask to use their phone. It took an hour for her parents to figure out where she had gone, and another two hours to actually come pick her up. She was grounded for two weeks afterward, but the memory is still dear to her, because she finds it hilarious.
Least favorite memory
Once and only once was Marie ever sent to school in 'girly' clothes, in grade 3. It was her parents' idea, against her will, but she agreed because they insisted on it, thinking she looked incredibly cute. They were right, but not even a minute after she got there, the usual boys she hung around with had flipped up her skirt and one boy tried to kiss her as a joke. She ran home without even attending her first class. She cut up her nice clothes and yelled at her parents when they tried to scold her, and the issue was never brought up again.
What corporation sent you to Ashbury?
Marie was sent on behalf of Jam! Energy, who hoped to use her image to pick their name up out of the gutter. While not technically an heiress (she doesn't even remotely have the business mind and everybody knows it) she is still the daughter of the CEO. She has the pedigree to attend and a real purpose for being there, even if others look down on her because she won't actually inherit the company (although her father secretly hopes that she will gain the business sense to actually follow in his footsteps.)
Birthday
May 1, 1999
Astrological Sign
Taurus
Twitter Name
@MMMMMMMarie
She has a tumblr called "F___ Shoujos Get Yencoins" (not censored, that's how it's written) but she only uses it to reblog anime/rap song mashups.
Maie-Marie Malveaux
"Who is my best friend...? If you had to ask me right now I would say... you, I suppose?"
Brooke Avery
"Brooke is a bit of a flower, I can tell. I would like to spend more time alone with her, even if she says she hates me. Perhaps I could get her to move past my flaws and we could be friends?"
Marie takes Brooke's harsh attitude towards the world personally, as though Brooke were actually mad at her specifically for being imperfect. She hopes in time that she can become a person that Brooke could bear to be friends with, though she doesn't really know how she might accomplish such a task.
Hal Polwith
"Hal is very funny, I like hanging around with him, because the way he talks makes me smile."
Marie likes Hal a lot. He is just the sort of person Marie likes to hang around with. The type that is active and upbeat, as well as being very passionate and able to 'nerd out' every once in a while. She secretly wants to run a marathon with him to see who could last longer.
Korrie Jackson
"I think I could learn a lot from Korrie, but I wish that he would stop pranking other people."
Marie admires Korrie for being so into computers as well as so many other things that she can't find the time for. She severely dislikes his mean streak, but thinks that he'll 'grow out of it' somehow. She would like to learn computers from him, even though anything beyond downloading anime and social media is probably a bit much for her.
Amanda Hirano
"Amanda-san chou kawaii neeee~ Bishoujo desu neeee~"
Completely oblivious of the fact that she is probably coming on way too strong at all times, Marie thinks that Amanda is adorable. Even though Amanda is older than her, Marie treats her like a younger sibling. She admires Amanda's sense of style and always tries to talk about Japanese culture with her for some reason. Emphasis on tries to.
Spencer Dalle
"Monsieur Spencer is difficult to place, I think."
Marie gets a strange feeling from Spence, like that of a kindred spirit, as somebody who sometimes makes horrible decisions to hurt themselves for unknown reasons. However, she doesn't really know him well enough to broach the subject, so their relationship remains mysterious and superficial.
Laney Chandler
"SHE IS SO... COOL!"
Marie has a hard time seeing past Laney's 'Ms. Perfect' facade, and admires her greatly for being so 'haute-couture.' Marie recognizes that she herself isn't exactly the model of class and panache, but she greatly admires all the hard work and time it must take to pull that style off.
Nathan Matthews
"He is a good boy, n'est-ce pas? But maybe girls like somebody a little more... wild, I think?"
School's a big place. When you coast by trying to just do what everybody else wants, it's hard to leave an impression on a girl like Marie. She likes Nathan well enough, but unfortunately finds him a bit forgettable and he often gets overlooked in her mind.
Connor McQuarrie
"I have a lot of respect for athletes. He is a bit of a clown, but I think that we get along fine. It is easy to forget my problems when I am with him."
Marie is loud enough that it's difficult to find somebody louder than her. Because of this, Connor makes a pretty big impression. However, sometimes two similar wavelengths amplify themselves too hard and blow out your speakers...
Brenden Rivers
"It is something I do not like to say, but I do not get along with Brenden, maybe? He confuses me and makes it difficult to tell, but I think he is insulting me a lot? Even if he's right, this is how he acts to everybody, and that is not okay."
As the socially oblivious person that she is, Marie is alternatingly immune and completely susceptible to Brenden's natural charisma. She takes most things he says at face value, and his attitude often just leaves her confused, making him uncomfortable to be around. She doesn't really get this feeling from anybody else, so she tries to avoid him if possible.
Emilie Delacour
"A rival approaches?!"
Marie finds Emilie to be fun to be around, and despite cultural differences between Quebecois and Parisian french, just having another francophone around makes her seem less exotic, which is nice. But their similarities have inspired a competitive streak within Marie, and she will unconsciously try to one-up the poor girl whenever there's something to be won.
Erin "Riley" Emerson
"It is nice to see there is a girl here who is not so girly like me. I would drown in accessories if I was left in this sea of pretty girls."
Since Marie has a hard time thinking about people beyond what she's shown, she completely believes that Riley is a totally tough chick, and admires her for that fact. She'd like to get to know Riley better, but never thinks to ask too deeply about it. They could probably be better friends if she did.
Aspen Hancock
"He has a certain... dignity about him. It makes me respect him, even if I do not know him very well. He is somebody who is going places, I think? Perhaps just the sort of person who fits right in here."
Marie seems to respect Aspen, but even though he is genuine, his 'perfect' personality (or so Marie perceives it) makes him hard for somebody like Marie to approach. She liked to hang around him well enough, but he probably wouldn't be the first person she approached for conversation over somebody like Hal or Connor.
Acacia Hancock
"Madamoiselle Acacia is certainly somebody who forces you to like them, if this is not rude to say. She is often surrounded by others, and there is good reason for this. Though perhaps around her I feel as though I am bossing her around?"
Much like her brother, Marie's opinion of Acacia resides in the clouds somewhere. As though she belongs to a different class of being (though maybe this is just by association.) She likes Acacia a lot, however, but the two of them often end up like a comedy duo with no straight-man. They need somebody to knock them over the head when they get too far down a dumb train of thought.
1. How many shoes do you own? What types?
"Just two pairs. One pair for running, one for not running. Durability and comfort are important above all, but I often get made fun of for not being stylish for some reason. Are sneakers not proper formal attire? Surely you don't need to have a whole extra pair of shoes for dressy occasions? ...Why are you looking at me with pity eyes?"
2. Are you on social media? Who’s in your profile pictures with you?
"You ask as if my profile picture is of myself. I do not have a good picture of myself, so instead I take a picture of my most recent favourite anime character. Currently this is Matoi Ryuko from Kill la Kill. Have you seen this show? No? I must recommend... actually, perhaps not. It is... well, it is not for everybody."
3. How many romantic relationships have you had?
"When I was very young, I had a boyfriend, but he dumped me over the phone because he said he had not seen me in over a week and that was the only way he could get a hold of me. Is this acceptable, normally? I'm afraid I still don't really know. My second was just last year, a girl had asked me out, and we went on a few dates, but she too wanted me to text her every day. Who has the time for this? I... tried to let her down gently. I do not think she took it very well, but were we that serious in the first place? Again, I'm afraid I don't really know. Perhaps I am not cut out for this romance yet. There is much to learn..."
4. Are they right- or left-handed?
"I was born right-handed, though now you cannot really tell the difference in my penmanship because it has degraded over time. Who writes things these days anyway? Does this count as ambidextrous?"
5. What charities do they donate to?
"Does giving blood count as donating to charity? I'm afraid I don't really make a point to give my money regularly... is this unusual for somebody with no stable income?"
6. What are your biggest fears?
"I dislike it when I do not know where I am. As long as I have my feet on the ground and know my way home, I can conquer anything! Anything at all! Hmm, perhaps not everything. I am still spooked by girly clothes, do not ask why, please."
7. How much money do you make?
"This is a question as though I make a stable income, as though I have employment, yes? I am afraid this is not the case. Though if I need something, I can usually ask Papa. I do not think that we are short on money, if that was the direction of the question."
8. What is your ethnicity?
"Ah, je suis Canadienne, French-Canadian you would say. From Quebec, on the outskirts of Quebec city. I must recommend this area... although it may be difficult if you do not know proper french."
9. Do you speak with an accent?
"You have noticed my accent? I apologize if this makes me difficult to understand. I get many people thinking that my vocabulary is not good because of how heavy my accent is, but this is not the case. It is simply the way I speak."
10. What did you dress as for Halloween last year?
"This is slightly embarassing, but I did not do anything for Halloween last year. I had planned to meet some friends, but when the day came, I completely forgot. While children were trick-or-treating, I had fallen asleep watching anime. C'est la vie. This year perhaps I shall dress up."
11. What are your email addresses, blogs, and websites? Passwords?
"This... this is a very personal question, is it not? Oooh ooh! Oh! Oooooooh! You should check out my Tumblr! Ah, perhaps not. I got very excited, but you are not of this niche, I presume. Zut, I thought I might gain another follower. Sometimes I forget that not everyone is like me, you know?"
12. What are you superstitious about?
"Emm, perhaps this is just me personally, but have you ever noticed that street lights turn off when you run under them at night? And then they turn back on again once you are past? I have read that this is caused by an electromagnetic field given off by certain people! ...Eh? 'Power-cycling?' I do not know what this means."
13. Are you allergic to anything?
"Nothing comes to mind, really."
14. What hobbies do you have?
"Sometimes I feel as though my life is just a collection of hobbies. Running, camping, hiking, watching anime, listening to music, dancing, all sorts of things."
15. Do you keep secrets?
"NON! ...I mean, emm, no. Not well, anyway. Please do not tell me anything you don't want people to know, I beg you."
16. What is your astrological signs?
"I am a Taurus, if you believe in that sort of thing. I mean, it fits, n'est-ce pas? Bull-headed and all. I am not convinced."
17. What is your taste in movies, books, and music?
"You are already aware of my taste for anime and manga, yes? Aside from that, I like anything that drips with too much drama. No reality TV though, please. I dislike the... manipulative nature of this. As far as music, I enjoy all sorts of things, but mostly I listen to hip-hop classics of the 90s. Rap these days has only a very small piece of the integrity and meaning that the old style had, I think."
18. Do you have scars?
"I have plenty of rough patches from repeated falls, fractured bones and such, but I have never really had a deep cut that would leave a scar, no."
19. What are your feelings on gay marriage, abortion, legalization of marijuana, or other controversial topics?
"I simply do not get involved. I am only smart enough to know that I am not smart enough for these topics. Other people are affected deeply by these, but I do not have the stake or passion, I am afraid. I hope you do not think less of me for this."
20. Any tattoos or piercings?
"None."
21. What does their handwriting look like?
"You... do not truly wish to know the answer to this. No, I will not provide a demonstration, you will only laugh at me."
22. What is your religious background?
"Like most of the area I grew up, my family was catholic. As for me, I could not say. It seems easy to believe these things, but again, I know I am simply not smart enough. Perhaps I will never know."
23. Where do you like to shop?
"I have difficulty when talk comes to brands, to tell the truth. Most of my wardrobe consists of workout clothes, so I tend to shop wherever has a good deal."
24. What is your relationship like with your sibling(s)?
"I am an only child, unfortunately. However, I have always wanted an imouto, a younger sister, to dote on and give life advice to. Oh, she would confide in me, and we would fight against the world together for the sake of her passions. All of her friends would-" She continues like this for over ten minutes.
25. Do you have enemies? How did you make them?
"I do not think I have any enemies...? Although I have been secretly bullied by somebody for a while. I suppose perhaps somebody does not agree with my personality? I do not remember getting into any fights with anybody. It is a puzzle to me, but I do not mind so much. I have probably done something to deserve it."
26. What are your ambitions? Do you have a “five-year plan”?
"I would like to do as my Papa wants, and help him reform his company's image. I do not know if I am up to the task, but he seems to think that I am, so perhaps there is something I can do. I do not have a particular plan except to simply get through school. This is what is required of me, I think."
27. What are your political preferences?
"My preference is to let people who are smarter than me decide what is best for the country. I cannot even vote anyway."
28. What do you habitually keep in your cupboards, medicine cabinets, and purses?
"I think that I eat much like a regular person, although I try to have some Jam! on hand for when I need a bit of a kick. For the other times, I keep sleeping pills for when I have too much kick. I also try to have a basic first aid kit in my bathroom to treat basic scrapes and bruises. I do not own a purse, as I have never understood what was wrong with pockets. Inside my pockets is simply my wallet and my phone, usually."
29. What are your favorite outfits/pieces of clothing?
"Sweats! Very easy to move in, great for working out, lounging, and nobody can see your underwear! You can get all sweaty from a run and then come home and change into a different set of workout clothes and you are still comfortable. And still nobody can see your underwear! It is wonderful."
30. What do you keep in remote storage?
"I... do not know what this is? Something for when there is no room in your house? Why would I keep that much stuff? ...Is this an American thing, to have too many things?"
31. Are you a night owl or a morning person?
"I prefer mornings, though I pull late nights very often as well. I enjoy any time when I can go for a run and there are no cars on the road or people on the sidewalk. It feels like my own small world." |
53,133 | 1,443 | 21 | 2,103 | 209 | Well of course, nobody likes the idea of death and your affinity for it will just lessen your complete understanding towards that concept, little Brookie.
Such mockery never did become a deliberate sentiment for a point he'd make. Spencer has no nagging doubt projecting his cocky judgement against an interest deluded by naivety, but from knowing Brooke as a person who was easily fueled by a peculiar kind of hatred, it was a wise decision to have left those words unspoken.
"Death?" How he asked sounded a bit pretentious, given that he wasn't particularly willing to open a topic he had no interests with. Spencer lifted an eyebrow, then leaned his attention more to Brooke with a skeptic glance.
"That's ... something I haven't heard in a while." A sheepish shudder slipped in-between words.
One thing Spencer could've easily considered was the fact that he's bad at forcing emotions foreign from his recurring perception. He was an individual who was blunt to the core, consistently direct on delivering things to the main point. Neither did he fancy over a frantic nor bashful path of communication as he believed such things would only lessen his firm stand as an outspoken individual. However at this point, he felt something was holding him back, as if he's not being his usual self. Normally he'd hop around groups of people, conversing about the most exaggerated of topics revolving around scandalous facts on teachers and the like. This night was a bit different but there wasn't anything he'd be illustrious about. Not even a single story he could proudly share with anyone.
Spencer pulled his gaze away from Brooke and back to the view of people enjoying themselves. How he pictured it made him wonder if he was there as well. Perhaps he could but the uncertainty of what might happen bugged him to an extent.
"Yeah, I believe so." Calmly, he spoke despite his voice being drowned by the blaring sounds of music. "They're having too much fun, it's making me gag. How about we just shoot everyone with this handgun I've brought so that we can have our own fun, hm?"
For the next few seconds or so, there was silence in-between them. Not a single spoken word slipped out from their lips. Spencer's mischievous chuckle broke the abrupt silence then prodded Brooke at her shoulder.
"I kid."
He rested himself back in stillness, knowing Brooke may not respond to his ridiculous suggestion despite being an obscure comic relief. Perhaps it'd best to just sit back until the party was over and carry the burden of his drunken friends thereafter. For the next few minutes, he enjoyed the comfort of his seat, prying over the subtle oddities of his imagination.
No Lord of the Rings daydreaming.
He'd recalled. Though in some way, he might find his fascination by replacing everyone with the visage of orcs. A faint laughter escaped his lips, for once being concerned of his own sanity and how Brooke would've grimaced from his sudden behavioral shift.
That was when Korrie ― his ever marvelous roommate ― took away his grip of silence.
One couldn't help but wonder how much the boy displayed such an aggravating disposition, of which left Spencer glowering with his mouth partly agape. He was intoxicated, simple as that and how he instantly dragged Spencer to the gathered group wasn't quite the advocating move.
The game 'Never have I ever' wasn't entirely unfamiliar to him. In fact, in some free time spent with his club's meetings, some members occasionally circled themselves with that said activity. However Spencer never laid his hands towards it. He's more of a spoilsport rather than being a socially enthusiastic person. Being put in an unlikely situation wasn't something Spencer would be happy about but often did he improvise on similar places of activity and things such as social gatherings wouldn't be of any difference.
He ignored Korrie for a moment as he was brought to the circle. Perhaps dealing with him later would be a better solution. He slyly rolled his eyes as he realized Brooke took the moment ahead of him. Not really expected but he wouldn't care less.
"So, am I supposed to confess something embarrassing now? I thought this is a party, not a church." He glanced around, eyeing most of the people surrounding the circle. "Fine then."
He crunched his knuckles as he stood idly, dawdling over a quick twitch of his head while biting his lip.
"Never have I ever ..." This is ridiculous. He paused, feeling yet another slump weighing above his shoulders before continuing. While trying to spew out some words he could say, Spencer continued glancing around until he spotted a bottle full of booze huddled around a girl's arms. He stepped aside a moment after noticing it and immediately snatched the bottle away. The girl was left with her mouth open and a confusion following it.
"Hey!" She exclaimed.
Spencer gave no response as he went back to the circle. He chuffed a heavy ounce of breath that he held inside as he grabbed the bottle and popped it open.
"Never have I ever done something like this." as he drawled, he lifted the bottle, pressing it to his mouth as he guzzled up every ounce of liquid contained in the bottle. He continued, ignoring his bodily reactions up until slurping the last drop. As he removed the bottle, he felt a blur in his vision. A dizzy motion swirling around what was left of his senses. Once the bottle was dropped freely, Spencer's body went along and hit the floor. He laughed while he lied down, covering his eyes with his hands.
"My mother taught me how to butcher children!" He shouted with soft chuckles inserted in-between. Slowly he realized how much he was drifting from his own grip. | Spencer Dalle
"Gingers don't have souls? perhaps."
Spencer Dalle
Spencer Hartley Dalle
Nicknames
Spence - his older brother and most of his friends call him by that manner.
Age
18
Gender
Male
Sexual Orientation
Arguably an asexual
Grade Level
Senior
Appearance
A fairly tall individual standing roughly at 176 cm and weighing about 65 kg. Spencer's body frame consists of narrow shoulders, a set of lean muscles and an overall average build. What stands as a feature he's mostly known for is his fiery orange hair with a few locks of red reaching the upper strands. It's often trimmed regularly since Spencer dislikes people commenting about it too much. At times he'd wear a beanie only to cast away any attention his hair can get into. Concave cheeks build mostly of his square-like face along with his flushed chin. Thin eyebrows set above hazel eyes and a straight, thin nose which ends on a curved tip.
There's nothing eccentrically offbeat nor peculiar about his clothing pattern. On a regular basis, Spencer will most likely dress up with one of his polo shirts and a pair of denim blue jeans. Off school he usually wears sweatshirts paired with cargo shorts.
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"Do not compare me with bricks! Even though I can't get laid unlike those things I ... I ... we're done talking."
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Personality
Seemingly a person instilled with a cold heart, or so as he claimed. Spencer has no qualms about himself as an individual and how he stands at society, yet he falls down on behalf of his insecurities. Although having friends of his own keeps him from seclusion, he constantly struggles to fit in a place where he truly belongs. Often so, he doesn't find - or refuses to notice - true company from people who've been welcoming on his side.
Understanding Spencer is like looking through a thin layer of clear glass but despite having no outside forces for it to break, it's likely to shatter by itself eventually. In general, Spencer himself jeopardizes his own life by the means of his decisions and a set of foolish actions. More often than not he is reluctant to accept things which do not routinely go by his notions, thus resulting to a stubborn way of progression. This doesn't entirely mean he's close to being depressed. Spencer often tries to rid of his afflicted nature but doing so requires him to use someone for the cause of it. He made a reputation of himself on being an asshole largely by bringing his miseries and hardships onto someone. Perhaps what's worse is that even when someone else is becoming a medium for Spencer's misfortune, he puts the blame on them nonetheless.
Through other aspects, Spencer is widely known for his satirical charm - mostly because of the color of his hair which probably has an ambiguous relevance towards humor. He's the kind of student who constantly winds up from his desk and more likely drowns on the sea academic stress. He'd only hope a can of cola can be relied on between piles of homework and projects. As for people, Spencer holds a rather flexible demeanor. At times, he projects an equal form of sympathy to others but doesn't go beyond his borders. As far as anyone knows, being profoundly connected to someone has its perks but to Spencer, it's a detriment. Being attached to someone is something he's largely indifferent of, or rather, something he reluctantly accepts as a form of his feelings. He doesn't consider it as a part of him, yet everytime he experiences it, he becomes resentful rather than indifferent. How his flexibility goes varies on the people he meets. If he ends up disliking them, he won't bother bringing himself up and would instead go to people who are worth of his time or just by himself.
Spencer prefers solitude over anything, though he can still find time to socialize but overall, he finds it unnecessary to a great extent. To him, being known isn't as relevant as it seems. He can find ways to prove his existence but nothing nearly matters when it comes to that. People point him out to be consistently cynical and often too deliberate in terms of dealing with school work. Though most of those are true, there are other things people failed to see. Spencer's outlandish display of humor occasionally shows how it's contradictory to his own self.
Likes
Cola (one could not put into words how this human being relentlessly loves cola)
sleeping for more than 10 hours after going through weeks of sleep deprivation
late night depression through cramming
semestral breaks, holidays and suspended classes
literary fiction
Dislikes
exams in general
taking exams without studying
cats
coffee (old beliefs told him a cup of coffee has the potential to un-ginger a ginger)
Fears
Finals,sleep paralysis,snakes and teachers who look and sound like hellspawns
Strengths
Pessimism
An able conviction of success
Cola
Weaknesses
Chemistry
His insecurities
Unwillingness to accept change
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"I swear that if I ever hear another joke about my hair again, I'll burn your house down and eat your family for dinner."
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History
Setting aside Spencer's uncertainties and his absurd personality, he is actually a gifted individual born with academic intelligence through reasoning. Teachers from his elementary school praised his exceptional cognitive skills which in turn, gave him several awards after joining a number of academic competitions. Spencer used the talent of his as a development for his future endeavors, which is public speaking.
Growing up, Spencer didn't have many friends as he is mostly occupied with studies and preparations for various school competitions. But that generally did not mean he was isolated. He enjoyed his life from its simplicity alone. Playing with his dog Wrecker made him happier than anyone else and seeing this made his parents contented with his social capacity; not wanting more for their son to gain any form of fame. Spencer didn't demand anything more but to have his life remain as it was ... until their parents decided to leave Canada and move to the United States.
Spencer's father was an executive branch director of an American finance corporation. What made them move to the US was mostly about the job and how Spencer's father was demanded to transfer to the corporation's main branch due to the CEO's terminal illness. Apparently Spencer had no choice since he wasn't in the position to make any changes and convince his parents to not move. They flew to the US, eventually leaving Canada. Spencer was just ten years old at that time but moving to another country became difficult for him. His new house, albeit larger than that of his hometown, felt largely unwelcoming.
Through the stages of growing up to his adolescence, Spencer was still the same, still missing his hometown but not having the sheer level of homesickness as he had back when he just moved. Only when years passed by did he learn how to accept the changes of the world far from his consent. Though regardless of how he assimilated with such acceptance, there was still a constant string of denial. Spencer always wished everything would go back from what it was before, back when he still felt his unwavering joy.
However, that did not stop Spencer from developing his academic skills and intellect. Soon after his parents heard of Ashbury Academy, they arranged plans to enroll him to the prestigious school while his older brother at another private school. So far, progress went by and Spencer still participated at various public speaking events and debate competitions.
Favorite memory
Everything about his childhood while living at his hometown in Alberta, Canada. What he misses the most are those days when he'd just wake up on a Saturday morning, play Frisbee with his old pal Wrecker (A purebred St Bernard) and climb up to his favorite tree across the neighbourhood with his brother, listening to music while waiting for the sunset to come to view.
Least favorite memory
Moving from his hometown and spending the first few months in the United States being homesick.
What corporation sent you to Ashbury?
The American Finance Institute (AFI) is one of the United States' leading financial corporation with branches extending around Canada, Mexico and some other parts of Central America. Spencer's father is the executive director of the Canadian branch but soon left the country and moved to the United States for urgent matters. The CEO of the corporation, Frank Dolbert was diagnosed with stage 4 lung cancer a few months ago and was informed to have little chance of survival. So while he is being subjected through dialysis, the company's co-CEO Deihlyn Anton Flores took over but to make matters worse, he wasn't competent at controlling the stability of the company and needed to be replaced by someone as soon as possible.
Dolbert and Spencer's father were very close friends and Dolbert himself believed the potential Spencer possessed as a young individual. Though he has a few doubts of his own, Dolbert envisioned the boy to be a part of the company. Spencer could one day exceed some of Dolbert's expectations as he sees a a young version of himself through the likes of Spencer.
Birthday
April 19 1997
Astrological Sign
Aries
Twitter Name
Twitter: @SpenceD
Deviantart: Spacepenguin07
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"Love? I don't breathe that kind of air."
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Spencer Dalle
"I can survive, I can live and I can go through all these things, give me five cans of cola!"
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Hal Polwith
"Foolish things are often done with enthusiasm. Can't blame him though, it's his choice to spread his pestilence of joy between people ... not like it's a problem but I do hope he's equally treated. Not all people gives happiness as an exchange."
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Brooke Avery
"As much as I understand myself, I do not hate things for what they are, I hate them because they existed. In this case, if she concludes hate and reluctance as a distinctive part of herself, she may pretty much become like me. Oh the joy."
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Korrigan Alexander Jackson
"I do not mistake mischief as a childish attribute of an individual as I do happen to be quite mischievous myself ... I guess. As my parents told me when I was young, one's tongue speaks in behalf of goodness despite being one person against several billions of people. I never thought using it for crap talk can be acceptable."
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Laney Karie Chandler
"One thing I do not understand between individuals is that they do not know being impervious to nonsense ―mostly words, naturally is 'their kind of thing' I appreciate people who are aware of that, like her. You can imagine such beauty and strength one can possess when she stands on her own and translates all vulgarity into a meager wisp of air. However, I am not quite certain how long this kind of character can stand with its impervious ... ness."
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Amanda Hirano
"Innocence, one which we all have or had. In my case, I was never innocent but people assume that I am. They just mistake me for a jerk of a ginger with humor they cannot relate to. Anyway, so much for her, I do not know much. All I know is that people keep seeing her as some kind of child and I don't want to be the judge of that."
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Maie-Marie Malveaux
"I happen to wonder why people started to become more and more illustrious with their happiness. It's not like everyone is going to be the same as themselves. I just find it to be rather ... annoying."
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Nathan Matthews
"Yet another member of this 'spread happiness everywhere' cause. For real, if ever this plague ravages around school with no little means of stopping it, I'm done ... and I'm not going to return. Ever. Again."
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Connor MacQuarrie
"So this is the incredible hulk everyone's talking about? I'm not a huge fan of Marvel or DC in particular but from how I picture the incredible hulk, he's massive ... huge, bulky, green-skinned and vicious. I do not recall his image being resembled by a lunatic. I know using the word lunatic may be a bit condescending of me but in all honesty, I see no difference among athletes or jockheads."
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Brenden Rivers
"Do not mistake arrogance as some kind of disease. One is arrogant because he or she sees the potential within themselves. They do not level with the weak nor the ill-fated as they know such things will drag them down from what they're thriving to attain. It's not always about being on top but rather, staying on your own level and I don't see anything wrong with it. I like him, in a 'such an interesting specimen' sort of way. However I do not wish to be stained by whatever business he brings. It's not on my caliber to deal with what others do."
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Emilie Delacour
"Sometimes I wonder how society does its tricks, forcing people with enthusiasm and lavish abundance. I don't get it at all. Perhaps I'm just too young to overthink about things, like how they suck all the time. For this person ―like most of them, I do not know much. I'd like to assume she's just this typical sunshine who wears skirts and dances on the field while she lifts her small umbrella. Even if I'm still a kid today, I can never afford doing that."
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Emilie Delacour
"Hmm ... yet another flower of innocence. Soon you will realize that your domain makes no use of such. But since you're still young like me, you can let it rest ... for now."
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Aspen Hancock
"I like how this guy becomes so ambitious about everything. It only goes to show that people with goals in mind are likely the ones who will succeed, but it doesn't mean everyone should. Success is but a selection of who goes in and who goes out. If you're meant or built for success, then it's a no-brainer that you'll go in but if you think falsely that you're going to reach the door to success, then no ... there's obviously no room for you. Through other aspects, I see nothing wrong with this guy. He's an intellectual contender among all but a fool in his own way. If you're that ambitious, you don't support others. You carry yourself on your own and not think about the lesser fools."
Things you ought to know about me
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"like they matter"
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How many shoes do you own? What types?
"Shoes? hm ... probably a bunch. I don't really care how many footwear I possess. They'd mostly be flat shoes or leather for casual wear. Then again, I don't really care. I can even go to an Intercollegiate Public Speaking Competition barefooted."
Are you on social media? Who's with you on your profile picture?
"I am but I don't often go through this medium as much as everyone does. For my profile picture, that isn't anyone's business―but mine to discuss with."
How many romantic relationship(s) did you have?
"Heh! Good one. I'm incapable of romance. Next please!"
Are you right or left handed?
"Neither. I can break the laws of physics by bending the motion of pens and pencils in order for me to write."
What charities do you donate to?
"Whatever my dad involves himself with. It's frequently his money anyway."
What are your biggest fears?
"Finals, first and foremost. Who wouldn't fear judgement day? Other than that, I have a few terrifying sleep paralysis experiences that still haunt me today. Snakes, but you shouldn't be surprised about that. And teachers who are spawns of Satan."
How much money do you make?
"Enough to tear this world a new wormhole."
What is your ethnicity?
"I have no idea. I might be a raccoon for some reason."
Do you speak with an accent?
"Of course not, that's disgusting."
What did you dress for Halloween last year?
"Originally, I was going to be Harry Potter but then I've lost a bet from those freshmen goons on the debate team. So in the end, I dressed up as the eastern bunny. Horrible people, aren't they?"
What are your email addresses, blogs and websites? Passwords?
"[email protected]"
What is your religious background?
"I don't consider myself being associated with any religion. But I still have my faith, I just don't show it quite often."
What are you superstitious about?
"Why people somehow didn't manage to figure out the airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow. Seriously, it's that easy."
Are you allergic to anything?
"Lobster and stupid people in general."
What hobbies do you have?
"Ah I love collecting the bones of the people I've murdered and make a museum out of them. Jokes aside, I do love reading literary fiction but that doesn't mean I'm limited only on reading those kinds of books. I have a fair share of science fiction and fantasy. Other than that, I love speaking to an imaginary person ... at least when I'm alone so that no one notices how remotely crazy I am ―which I'm not. I make a hobby of painting as well despite me being terribly bad at it. It's what I sometimes do to release my anger and hate from the overall stupidity of people."
Do you keep secrets?
"Yes. Victoria's."
What is your astrological sign?
"Aries"
What are your tastes in movies, books and music?
"I don't really watch a lot movies. I just watch what's under everyone's radar but I do have a few favorites of my own such as the classic adaptation of 'To Kill a Mockingbird' and a variety of Pixar films that made my childhood enjoyable. For music, I regularly listen to alternative rock such as Pearl Jam, The Smashing Pumpkins, R.E.M. and etc. Not really into pop music, though I have a few ones that I find conveniently catchy. For books, oh there's so much. From classic literature giants such as the Great Gatsby, The Catcher in the Rye and 1984 to the science fiction and fantasy books I've started loving. There's just so many!"
Do you have scars?
"Leaving Canada left me a ton of scars."
What are your thoughts on gay marriage, abortion, legalization of marijuana or other controversial topics?
"I don't really think I can comprise all of my thoughts towards these interesting topics."
Any tattoos or piercings?
"I don't think so, though I do plan to have a tattoo on my back."
What does your handwriting look like?
"Like Tarzan's? Even I don't know how my penmanship looks like."
Where do you usually shop?
"I am uncertain if Chipotle is a legitimate shop."
What is your relationship with your siblings?
"My older brother is like my best friend. I miss the times we've spent with Wrecker back in Canada and I hope that one day we can all go back and relieve those moments. I don't think that's going to happen though ―which is fine by me, not like I've got any capabilities to let it happen."
Do you have enemies? How do you make them?
"I don't think I have enemies, just people who generally dislike me for some reason. How do I make them hate me? well, it's like back in kindergarten where you'd write an innocent letter to your crush about how you honestly feel about them. Except on my side, I'm not writing for my crush ―not like I have any. I don't know why people hate me for telling how I honestly feel about them. What do they want me to say? I love them? That's absurd and stupid in a lot of ways."
What are your ambitions? Do you have a five-year plan?
"Ambitions? Is that what you have when your parents aren't the ones who take control of your future?"
What are your political preferences?
"I have no interest in politics though I do find it amusing to see their system crumble into a surge of turmoil."
What do you habitually keep in your cupboards, medicine cabinets, and purses?
"So you do believe I keep weed inside my inventory and that's why you're asking this question, aren't you?"
What are your favorite outfits/pieces of clothing?
"Uh ... my sweatshirt? I mean that's the only thing I wear most of the time, if I'm outside class."
What do you keep in remote storage?
"Something I refuse to say. And no, it's not weed. Stop assuming I possess weed dammit!"
Are you a night owl or a morning person?
"I sleep a lot or at least when I have nothing to do. So I'm probably a sloth."
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"I don't expect you to be interesting, so don't bother amusing me."
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53,134 | 1,443 | 22 | 1,770 | 712 | Connor MacQuarrie
At some point, somehow, Connor had lost his shirt and acquired the hat component of one of the bear costumes.He had also somehow done that while not missing any of the game. He was down to three fingers; after the first two from Nate and Hal, he lost a third to Maie for his stint stealing street signs one summer. Another went down to Emilie’s impossibly naive question; he’d actually stopped and stared at her for a second. Never in a million years would Connor have guessed that someone with Emilie’s looks would still be a virgin this late into high school. “Gucci,” he said affirmingly, as a he took a drink.
Laney’s question was pretty loaded. “LAHNAY. Harsh bruh, so harsh,” he called out, putting down his fifth finger and finishing his drink. He’d barely finished refilling his cup before Aspen’s question had him drinking again. Connor noticed that Alyssa Boudreau across the circle was not drinking for that one, and she was pointedly avoiding making eye contact. Well, that was her perogative, but it it did make him chuckle. In a shower stall after swim practice counted as public right?
The new kid obviously couldn’t handle his liquor, and proceeded to make a total ass of himself. From the look of it, he’d be hugging toilets soon, but that fell squarely into the category ‘not mah prawblem’. It was a good question though, and gave Connor a chance to stop drinking for a second. He hadn’t properly met the new kid, but the red hair and weird contacts really bugged him. The kid thought he was so edgy, or cool, but really he looked like a shitty cosplay. Everything about him rubbed Connor the wrong way. “Arrested? 2Edgy4me!” he hollered out, eliciting some drunken laughter around the circle.
Brooke’s question dropped a wave of fingers all over the room, Connor’s included. There was much giggling involved too, and probably a lot of wild mass guessing. Connor didn’t pay any attention to it, enough people had put down a finger there was no point trying to figure out the connections.
And then Spencer barged into the circle and downed a whole bottle without even looking at it. A rhythmic chant of “chug, chug, chug!” built up around him. Connor looked at Spencer, bemused for a moment, then shrugged, clapped his hands, put down a finger, and took a drink. With that, he was down to two fingers.
Connor was a veteran drinker, and while many people here would be kissing porcelain soon, he had the distinction of being over a year puke free. He was quiet for a moment, then started touching his own face with open palms. Hmmmm, somewhere a little past ‘smashed’, but far off from ‘wasted’ or ‘gone’. He poured his next drink with only a splash of vodka, enough to sustain his current level of drunk without escalating any further, for the moment. After all, the night was still young. | Connor MacQuarrie
"GET ON MY LEVEL BRAH!"
-Connor McQuarrie
Name
Connor Molson McQuarrie
Nicknames
Comac, Conan
Age
18
Gender
Male
Sexual Orientation
Straight as a question mark (OOC note, trying to decide if I want to make this a story point for him, I'll decide later)
Grade Level
Junior
Appearance
Connor is a pretty big guy, around 6’2’’ and about 200 lbs. He has dirty blonde hair that gets darker in the winter, and he likes to keep it short. He’s spent a lot of time working on his body and is proud of the results, maybe a little too proud. His eyes are blue-gray, though they look a little different depending on what he’s wearing. He doesn't worry too much about what he's wearing; usually jeans and a well fitted tshirt, though he does have a few suits and an excellent tie collection, if you can coax him into wearing them. The only aspect of his appearance he spends any time on - aside from his physique - is his hair; it takes a lot of work to make it look like he doesn't put any effort into it.
"I just want to make gains and play games"
Personality
It’s hard being a diplomat’s kid, but Connor has adapted well to the lifestyle. Moving around so much meant he got to be very good at making new friends, though not so great at keeping them. He’s very social and a little on the loud side; some would call him boisterous or unruly, but a few minutes in his company will show that he’s a very kindhearted person. Some might dismiss him as a brainless jock or an arrogant bro, but they would be wrong.
Connor doesn’t exactly crave attention, but he certainly doesn’t mind it and his antics tend to draw plenty of attention. He’s not exactly the class clown, but he has a very exagerated public persona. His speech is laden with little jokes and references and a lot of random and seemingly nonsensical slang, though he adopts a more serious tone in classes or in personal settings. He easily makes friends across all social levels, and has a tendency to assign people arbitrary nicknames. Connor has little patience for pretentious or arrogant people, and even less patience for bullies. He has a tendency to be blunt, which can get him in trouble sometimes.
While he is an honest and loyal guy, Connor has trouble forming close, lasting relationships. Connor is also fairly vain and maybe a little more self-centered than he thinks. Connor is not very good with numbers, and he likes to party a little too much. Those factors combined caused him to fail a year earlier in his highschool career. Connor also struggles with properly expressing his emotions.
Connor’s most visible flaw is that he’s inconsiderate. He doesn’t think much about how his actions or words might affect other people, and assumes that if he’s fine with something, others should be as well. Connor can be completely oblivious to other people's personal space with a tendency to initiate unsolicited physical contact. He unfortunately doesn’t know where to draw the line; for Connor, there is no such thing as “too soon”. This has caused no small amount of problems for him over the years.
Likes
Swimming
Rugby
Fitness
Fine biddies
Getting swole
Video games
Vidya games
Dat gaming life tho
Doges
Football
Dislikes
Dickwads
Fakers
Ferrets
Spicy food
Judgy people
Math
Fears
Sharks, squid, lobsters, whales; the ocean in general.
"GET OUT THE WAY SLOOTS!"
Strengths
Charismatic
Friendly
Loyal
Weaknesses
Difficulty taking things seriously
Parental issues
Indelicate
History
Connor’s father, David MacQuarrie, grew up on a small farm in Idaho. David’s parents were desperately poor, but they did their best to give David an education. David went to a local agricultural college, planning to take over the farm from his father, but his parents were both killed in a car accident less than a year after he graduated. David knew they’d always wanted the best for him, so he sold the farm and against all odds, got into Cornell, where he first studied life sciences before completing an MBA. David began working in Washington as a political aide, then joined the foreign service. It was on his first posting to Ottawa that he met Connor’s mother, Victoria Molson
Victoria’s childhood was the complete opposite of David’s. As a Molson, she was born into Montreal’s most elite social circle and grew up phenomenally wealthy. She attended all the best schools, and was presumably going to marry some rich peer of hers amongst Montreal’s elite. She was working in Ottawa as a political staffer-to secure connections and influence, not because she needed work-when she met David at a reception at the American embassy. The two fell in love and eventually got married, and Victoria left her native Canada to travel the world with David. Naturally, she still has access to all her wealth.
Connor is a hybrid of his two parent’s worlds, which can be difficult. When Connor was growing up, his father tried to impress on him the value of money and hard work, but his family’s wealth deprived Connor of any real understanding of the concept. Even when David became an ambassador, he still scrimped and saved, and prefered doing work around the house himself. On the other hand, Victoria believed in the importance of social class and paying for quality service. Every summer she’d take a charter jet back to Canada with her son and spend the summer at her family’s lakeside estate, while Connor’s dad would fly economy class to join them for a few weeks. The “cottage” was a permanent fixture of Connor’s childhood, and he retains good memories and close friendships from his time up there.
His father was always insisting Connor get a job as soon as possible, while mom thought it would ruin their image if he were to ever set foot in a fast food joint. The result is that Connor is very conflicted about his background; he’s aware of his status and the importance of maintaining that appearance, but he also feels guilty for having an easy life. He knows he’s supposed to appreciate the value of money and hard work, but he has no concept of what real hard work is.
Connor’s father was recently appointed Ambassador to Spain, and while Connor usually went with his parents on postings, they decided his grandfather’s suggestion of Ashbury would give Connor some much needed stability.
What corporation sent you to Ashbury?
The Molson brewing company, the parent company of a dozen beer brands around the world. Connor’s grandfather, the current chair of the board, likes to keep the company in the family, and arranged to send Connor to Ashbury so he can eventually join his uncle and cousin in running the company.
"Biddies gonna bid"
Birthday
May 21, 1997
Astrological Sign
Taurus
Twitter Name
@ComacTheBarbarian
"The only movie to ever make me cry was Top Gun.”
Connor McQuarrie
"That was real tight butthole"
Brooke Avery
"Brock’s legit, she don’t give a fuck bout what fools think, so respect there. Otherwise, in the immortal words of Kendrick Lamar; bitch don’t kill my vibe. Very smashable tho."
Connor likes people who are honest or blunt, but Brooke’s constant negativity really wears him out, so he doesn’t spend much time around her. Their rather distant relationship hasn’t kept him from developing a nickname for her though.
Laney Chandler
”LAHNAY! I swear to jeebus she’s right out of Age of Innocence, she even looks like Michelle Pfieffer, who by the way remains the hottest Catwoman, Anne Hathaway don’t got SHIT. She’s good times.”
Calling her either lah-nay, Michelle Pfieffer, or Catwoman, Connor and Laney have a very pleasant - though somewhat superficial - relationship. She’s nice and honest, qualities Connor appreciates. If there’s more to her, Connor either hasn’t noticed or doesn’t care.
Henry Polwith
”Hal 9000: Aesthetic. Doges. Swamming. History. Reading is radical. We’ve got some serious hivemind going on, I’d swing at fools in a second for him.”
Probably Connor's closest friend at Ashbury, Connor and Hal spend a lot of time around eachother. At the gym, in the pool, talking sports, out for hikes, or pestering someone to help them with math homework, Connor cherishes Hal's company. The two of them spend a lot of time thinking of ways they could illicitly keep a in the dorms...
Maie-Marie Malveaux
“M&M aka M&M&M aka Cardio Bunny appreciates fitness and thusly I appreciate the shit out of her. She got no time for fools, all the time for friends, and I will dunk on haters who talk shit about her I GORANTEE IT. Plus she’s got unlimited amounts of Jam! Turbo aka water of life.”
Connor and Marie are at their best when doing something physical and high energy together, but putting them in the same class is a guaranteed disaster, something the school's administration was quick to notice. Their exuberant personalities bounce off eachother in something reminiscent of a nuclear fission reaction; a party with the two of them in the same room is destined to get too wild, especially if they're downing Jam! drinks (which they constantly are).
Spencer Dalle
”That kid’s sneaky like snakes. Shits on everyone who’s nice to him, thinks he’s better than everyone else, grade A douchecanoe. Not tight butthole, not tight at all.”
Connor doesn’t go out of his way to be hostile to Spencer, but he makes no secret of his feelings. The two do not get along at all.
Korrigan Jackson
”Korrigan Hackson, member of the PCMasterRace, giver of zero fucks, master of CS:GO. May K/D ratio be high and your lag low, amen”
Connor and Korrie spend a lot of time gaming together online, but almost no time together in real life. Connor tends to tease Korrie about his hair alot; he thinks he’s doing it in a friendly way, but is perhaps a little blind to Korrie’s feelings about it.
Amanda Hirano
”One quiet biddy, don’t really know her too well. She’s tiny, but very fine, would tenderly romance/10, anything else would split her in half amirite?”
A hurricane doesn’t bear any ill will towards a beach house. The hurricane might even like the beach house. That doesn’t change the fact that the hurricane will likely flatten the beach house. Connor’s loud, exuberant personality is completely at odds with Amanda’s quieter demeanor, making any kind of friendship all but impossible.
Nathan Matthews
”Nate’s great. Great gym buddy. Great friend. He’s good to people, you know? I don’t have a nickname for him, nothing really hit me when I met him and, much like buttex, you can’t force it. He needs to relax more tho.
Both extroverted, amiable people, Nate and Connor quickly became friends. They can regularly be found at the gym together, and when Connor does get around to studying - so not very often - he does so with Nate. Connor often pesters Nate to come to parties with him, and his apparent disregard for his academics can be a source of friction between the two of them.
Brenden Rivers
"Man he's pretty, no homo. Too bad he's a twofaced dickwad. Ain't got no time for people who smile at their friends then drop a deuce right in their face. I'm outty 5000."
Connor thinks Brenden is duplicitous and mean, traits he has exactly zero tolerance for. He avoids Brenden as much as possible.
Emilie Delacour
"OH LAWDY, would smash with the fury of a thousand burning suns/10. The other day she spilled a glass of water on her shirt and I nearly fainted from blood loss, if you know what I mean."
Friendly but not close, Connor tends to flirt outrageously with Emilie. Both of them are high energy and fun loving; it's not a party until the two of them are there.
Erin Emerson
"Remerson's pretty chill, she's got balls of steel though and she likes football, so dats cool. Pretty high strung though, she needs to go on a vision quest."
Connor thinks of Riley as "one of the guys", though they don't spend all that much time together. His inappropriate sense of humour sometimes causes conflict between the two of them.
Aspen Hancock
"#Aesthetic. We ride together we die together we dunk on fools together, bro squad 4 loife."
Initially drawn together by Hal and the swim team, Connor and Aspen have become good friends in their own right. Aspen definitely falls into Connor's preferred category of genuinely nice people. Aspen's easygoing nature makes him well suited to taking Connor's exuberance in stride.
1. How many shoes do they own? What types?
Dress shoes, casual shoes, wearing around shoes, running shoes, winter boots, hiking boots...so 6.
2. Are they on social media? Who’s in their profile pictures with them?
Aye. Twitter, instagram for the hoes, FB. And me, friends from up north, rad doges I meet.
3. How many romantic relationships have they had?
Bruh. So many
4. Are they right- or left-handed?
Ambidextrous. Pretty much next level human right here.
5. What charities do they donate to?
The Comac Institute for Getting Jacked as Hell.
6. What are their biggest fears?
Deep ocean shit. I’ve seen Jaws, mankind is not meant to go down there.
(OOC note: Rejection, not fitting in, isolation)
7. How much money do they make?
Hm let me ask my accountant how my 401k is doing OH WAIT I’M IN HIGHSCHOOL FUCKBOI!
8. What is their ethnicity?
White. Proly some europe in there, vikings giving me strongth.
9. Do they speak with an accent?
Nah son. Except tomato. To-mah-to. I will fight you.
10. What did they dress as for Halloween last year?
Conan the barbarian. Do that one pretty often tbh.
11. What are their email addresses, blogs, and websites? Passwords?
connor.mcquarrie@gmail for super serious business, tonguepuncher69@live for everything else. Oh and steam is Douglas Loife
12. What are they superstitious about?
Nah brah, I bench ladders.
13. Are they allergic to anything?
I used to be lactose intolerant, but I expelled that weaksauce from my body with pure willpower.
14. What hobbies do they have?
Swamming, gaming, ballin, blazin.
15. Do they keep secrets?
Bro, I lock that shit up tighter than a taliban in guantanamo.
(OOC note: ehhh not so much. Tends to forget they’re ‘secret’.)
16. What are their astrological signs?
Taurus. Strong like bull.
17. What are their taste in movies, books, and music?
Movies: Star Wars, get with it or GTFO. Music: whatever gets me going you know? Lots of EDM for workout playlists. Book: George RR Martin and his bullshit can suck deez nuts, Wheel of Time all the way. Also non-fiction bout Europe 1900-1950.
18. Do they have scars?
On my knuckle from 1 hit KOing some fool.
(OOC note; he scraped his knuckle on the edge of a pool)
19. What are their feelings on gay marriage, abortion, legalization of marijuana, or other controversial topics?
I’m not a 60 year old Texan, so pro gay marriage, pro choice, pro mexicans, and pro dank ass weed.
20. Any tattoos or piercings?
Got one of my nips done in Amsterdam last year, #yoloswaggins.
21. What does their handwriting look like?
It’s totally legible, don’t know what teachers are always complaining about.
(OOC note: it’s atrocious)
22. What is their religious background?
Mom used to take me and my brother to church, some kind of protestant I guess. It’s been a while.
23. Where do they like to shop?
H&M. Plain vnecks for 7$, is there anything more to this life?
24. What is their relationship like with their sibling(s)?
Kyle’s alright, he can be a total asshat sometimes, but he’s got my back.
25. Do they have enemies? How did they make them?
Ain’t nobody got time for that. I leave shitheads by the side of the road, not gonna grace them with my attention.
26. What are their ambitions? Do they have a “five-year plan”?
I don’t know what I’m doing next week and you’re asking me about next year? Sheet no bro.
27. What are their political preferences?
I haven’t really lived anywhere long enough to give two fucks about who gets elected.
28. What do they habitually keep in their cupboards, medicine cabinets, and purses?
Advil, caffeine pills and alka seltzer.
29. What are their favorite outfits/pieces of clothing?
My number 1 tank.
30. What do they keep in remote storage?
Wat. Do I look like I’m on Hoarders? Why would I have remote storage?
31. Are they night owls or morning people?
Both, just that amazing.
(OOC note: night owl. Only dedication/vanity gets him up in the morning, along with energy drinks.) |
53,135 | 1,443 | 23 | 1,918 | 8,263 | Korrigan A. Jackson- Party Animal
Korrie merely chuckled at Brooke as she scolded him, the bear head having come off when he fell . . . as had one of his contacts, showing his true eye color to be a rather bright shade of ice blue. He looked over at everyone else, his hands still up to 7 fingers and the stupid smile never leaving his face. After a minute or so of getting himself into a sitting position, he merely continued to smile at Brooke, a more noticeable sway to his movements as he did so. "Anyone ever told you that you look cute when you're angry?" He spoke with a quarter second of focus before his eye shifted over to Spencer, breaking into a fit of stupid giggles as Spencer stole a girl's beer and leaped into the frey of teenage antics.
Korrie would get up and put an arm around Spencer, only to take a misstep and fall over again. Korrie went down and this time he wasn't coming back up. The alcohol had caught up with him and knocked him gold, with only the raging terror that is a hangover to look forward to. | Korrigan "Korrey" Alexander Jackson
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I'm the only guy that people ask to put glasses on inside, and I find that fact very amusing. It's also why I never bring sunglasses with me when I go anywhere.
-Korrie Jackson
Name
Korrigan Alexander Jackson
Nicknames
Korrie, Kor, Red, That Weird Guy, and other, less kind ones that are more or less based on his unusual appearance
Age
17
Gender
Male
Sexual Orientation
Heterosexual
Grade Level
Junior
Appearance
Korrie dress in dark colored clothing no matter the weather or the occasion, not being on for the brighter things in life when it comes to his color palette. He has an obsession with the colors of red and black, so his attire consists of mostly those, but he does have them in varying shades and styles, as well as a few other clothes that feature other colors. As far as looks, he's an alright guy, decently muscled, though he's more on the lean side. due to keeping a standard exercise routine. He has a faded scar on his right arm and left leg from when he was attacked by a dog, and they're rather nasty ones too.
He has short hair that is often gelled into spikes, dyed a mix of his two favorite colors, Black and Red, the ratio between them changing every time the colors fade enough to require a re-dye. He also has gotten his hands on a cool pair of contacts that make his pupils appear red and his sclera(the white part) look completely black. He does this mainly because he thinks it's cool, but also to unnerve people who talk to him, as he kinda gets a kick out of watching people struggle to look him straight in the eye. He also sports a few brow piercings across his right brow and another on his tongue, all of them being a simple black in color, though the tongue piercing has a dot of bright red in the center.
Personality
Korrie is, despite his appearance, a very happy person, a lover of gaming and literature, as well as a good prank or two to satisfy his mischievous streak whenever the need overcomes him. His true passion is coding, and he's very, very good at it. He's been doing it forever, and has even become semi-famous across the net for his skills in hacking, which he does from time to time under wraps, inly known by his calling card, a red skull icon that appears on his victims screen before whatever hack he's implanted into their system takes affect.
Despite his ability to get into almost anyone's social media accounts and computers, he doesn't use his talents malicously(for the most part), usually leaving behind a harmless virus to make the person's computer glitch out a bit, make sex noise come out the speakers, and other strange and odd things. The only time he's hacked with dark intent behind him was when he sees someone bullying another particularly badly, or some treats one of his few friends badly. Than he slowly but steadily begins to sow the seeds of that persons downfall, plastering heir social media accounts with embarrassing posts, pictures, and other such things. He's caused people to become laughing stocks, to get talked about, and other things, and while he knows there bad, he always prides himself on never going to far. He thinks of himself as more of a hero then a bully, despite the fact that a small part of him does it just to feel empowered. His talent and success has given him a slight superiority complex.
However, he does have a few obvious issues that people will notice upon meeting him. He's got a sailor mouth(or a gamer mouth, as is the case) and thus will swear at almost any time and during any occasion. He tries to censor himself, but it usually ends in failure. He also is very ossessive of his computer rig, which he's dubbed Alexandra, and his laptop, which he's dubbed Angela. He almost never let's anyone near them, and anyone who tries will find themselves bombarded by a wave of curses and creative threats. They are his children, as he built them from scratch, and has turned them into real beasts. Recently, with his dealings with S.A Electronics, he's download an advanced personal assistant AI program the company is working on. He's programmed both of them with their own personalities, or as much personality as can be given with current technological limits. He talks to then as if they were real people, and gets very defensive when people try and make fun of him for it.
Likes
Gaming
The Colors Red and Black
Fantasy Novels
Coding
Pranking people, especially those he doesn't like.
Romance(He'l never let anyone now about it though)
Gymnastics on occasion, when nobody is around
Dislikes
Bullying
Sour foods
People who can't appreciate his sense of style
People who think he's an emo just because of his looks
Being the center of attention
Crowds and Crowded places
Dogs
Fears
Well, aside from the obvious fear of getting caught and exposed as a hacker, he also has a slight fear of spiders, they freak him out. Bugs in general are not good for him, but spider's in particular are something he can only barely stand. He also doesn't like heights, and has a serious case of Cynophobia(fear of dogs) that has haunted him ever since he got attacked and bitten by a feral one when he was 5.
He's also afraid of getting teased and bullied like before, and has a not-so-slight fear of a certain type of girl that causes him to be highly uncomfortable and flinchy in their presence.
Strengths
His computer and Gaming skills
He's a person you can trust to keep a secret
Has an Open mind and Heart
Weaknesses
Dogs
Doesn't open up much to people, especially girls
Has trust issues
Despite his openness with people and groups, he's no social butterfly and has more often than not gotten overwhelmed by there being too many people in a room or caving in to others if enough pressure is applied
History
Korrigan Alexander Jackson's school life was absolute hell for the longest time, and he suffered it in silence. As a young boy, some of his interests and his over all appearance were considered to be quite girlish, earning him a more demons nickname of Alexandra all the way up into high school. He was a quiet kid back then, and a bit of a pushover, so it was an inevitable conclusion that he'd be the target of severe bullying. The prime offender was a popular girl by the name of Samantha, who tortured him relentlessly and was constantly ousting him from the social hierarchy. If anyone tried to be friends with him, they'd quickly find themselves subjected to similar punishment, making it so that Korrie would never have any friends in the real world to be around.
As a bullying target, he had to put up with a ton of psychological, and even a little physical, torture. But the most traumatic experience for Korrie was when he was in the 8th grade. It was the day of the graduation ceremony and Samantha, then a freshman, had decided to pay Korrie a visit. She got some friends and they dragged him into the girl's bathroom, stripped him if his cap, gown and clothes, only to dress him up to look like a girl, complete with make-up, nail polish, and a pretty dress. It was a horrendous, dehumanizing, demasculating, and traumatizing experience, and it didn't end there. The girls had taken pictures if the poor boy and had spread them all over the Internet, cementing his shame that summer as kids everywhere he went laughed at him, calling him names and over all treating him like a joke. He attempted to kill himself twice soon after, the stress and embarrassment of the situation making death seem like the most enticing solution, but both times his sister caught him and proceeded to smack the ever living shot out of him for even thinking of doing something like that. While she meant well, it didn't help him in the slightest, and it caused Korrie to retreat deep inside himself. His parents had been in an uproar, and were quick to sue Samantha's family, who immediately obliged, her patents feeling ashamed and embarrassed, but it didn't matter. The damage had been done.
After a year into high school, Korrie conducted his radical change, wanting to complete separate himself from the event, which had become rather big news in the anti-bullying community, but he would never be able to forget it. He complete refused any help given, believing that if he just ignored the problem, it would go away. He schooled himself in hiding his emotions, in keeping up a strong front, and making sure to never let himself be perceived in such away again. On the day of his 12th birthday, one of his few friends, a guy he had met through a gaming forum, introduced him to the wonder that is coding. At first, he was hesitant, intimidating by the walls of letters and numbers that his friend was trying to drag him into. However, he worked his way through it, and discovered a world that he could freely control, one where he had power to do what ever he could, as long as he had the skill to do so.
Since then, he dedicated himself to honing his craft, his mind taking to it with increasing ease as he continued to code to his hears content. He started with simply things, basic websites that he put out for mere practice, out soon he evolved into more serious endeavors, like modding, game creation, and apps. He just recently began to earn a profit from his work, and had his eyes set on starting his own gaming company, as that was his passion above all else, when he found himself with an opportunity that he couldn't possibly say no to. While it was a bit saddening to leave his friends behind for this new school full of people he didn't know and challenges he had yet to face, he knew that a chance like this only came once in a lifetime, and he'd be damned if he let it pass him by without even attempting to leap on.
Favorite memory
First time he saw people talking about his alias, The Crimson Skull hacker
Least favorite memory
That time where he got lost in his neighborhood and got attacked by a feral dog.
The time where he first realized that he was getting bullied.
The day of his 8th grade Graduation
What corporation sent you to Ashbury?
A very influencial Company by the name Saeculo Aureo Electronics, which has a hand in computing, gaming, movie production, Home Entertainment, anything that could possibly have to do with technology is something they likely have their hands in.
Their CEO,a man by the name Reginald Dorvain, noticed Korrie's potential when he had his personal cyber-defense task force, made up of the best hackers money could buy, look into this mysterious Crimson Skull hacker. It took them some time, but they managed to figure out who the boy was and get all of his contact information. With a click of a button, they could've shut him down, but Reginald instead decided that he might've found his possibly heir. The boy's skill was quite exceptional for someone so young, and he shown himself capable of a certain kind of ruthlessness in how he went after those who wronged him. These qualities, and other facts about the boy, made him seem like a perfect canidate for an apprentice and possible heir to his empire.
Birthday
27th of July, 1998
Astrological Sign
Leo
Online Usernames
Steam, Youtube, and Twitch: BlackDiamond275
Facebook:The Darklord Korrie
PSN,Xboxlive, and Nintendo: TheCrimsonL1on569
Korrigan Alexander Jackson
"People and computers aren't that different, they can both be brilliant at sometimes, retarded at others, breakdown, crash, and improve/ruin your day. Only real difference is that fixing a computer's easy, just replace the bad parts. Can't do that with people, they're problems are more complex because people are more complex than machines. And that's what makes them interesting, cause that means they can always surprise you. And what's life without a few surprises along the way."-The DarkLord Korrie
Brooke Avery
"She seems nice, ya know, in that 'I'm going to roast you on a spit' kind of way. She'd probably be into games like Dead Space or maybe Left for Dead 2. Probably the former, actually, as she doesn't seem like the co-op type."
I'm unsure if these two would necessarily get along, but Korrie would try to get to know her. She's the kind of person he finds interesting, almost like a puzzle in a way. He'd also be sure to annoy the hell out of her whenever possible by sending her a bunch of cutesy pictures of kittens, babies, etc. just to see what kind of reaction he could get out of it. He'll probably be threaten with violence on more than one occasion
Henry Polwith
"Cool guy, needs to tell me what books he likes to read so we can see if we share any tastes. Also needs to stop staring at me when he thinks I don't notice, it's understandable because I'm awesome and what not, but still rather vexing. Need to get him a copy of Civilization, a History buff like him would probably love it. Or maybe I shoukd give him Assassins Creed so he camn tell me how badly Ubisoft fucked up in their quest for 'Historical Accuracy'. Heh, that'd be good for a laugh.
These two will probably get along well enough, though Korrie might notice Henry's incessant need to please everyone and try to break him of that habit somehow. This'll probably end in failure cause Korrie isn't the most tactful of people.
Amanda Hirano
"Uhm, How doI talk to this person without wanting to hug her. She just seems so cute and lovable. She seems like more of a casual gamer though, which is sad, but maybe she could get more into with a few pushes. God dammit, If anyone think's of messing with her, they're going to get hacked. Just have to make sure Reggie(his nickname for the CEO of S.A. Electronics) doesn't find out."
Korrie could end up developing a bit of a big brother complex around Amanda, as she just seems so fragile and in need of protection. This could possibly develop into a crush, and likely to stay just given his lack of romance skills and Amanda's orientation, but we'll just have to see how that goes. Will probably try to boost her confidence through gaming somehow.
Spencer Dalle
"He's an ass that puts off his problems onto others and spends his time feeling sorry for himself. Dude needs to get off his ass and do something, instead of just being apathetic to everything. Probably doesn't even like games, or if he does, only plays FPS games like Call of Duty. No sense of taste and definitely someone I'd rather not be stuck with."
This one's a bit harder for me to analyze, so don't take the above statement to heart. That's just how I feel Korrie would think of Spencer paced on my own impression, but since my own understanding of the character seems a little shaky to me, I'll just have to see him in action first. If my guess is right, then these two will probably not get along.
Maie-Marie Malveaux
"Thank god I'm not the only one with a weird or fancy sounding name here. Then again, it's only like that to me cause it's foreign. Moving on, she seems interesting, not all there at times, but that just adds to here charm. Not sure what kind of game she would like, maybe something simple, yet emotional, like Journey? Then again, those kind of games require a lot of thinking . . . I need to think on this for a bit, move on to the next person."
Not quite sure on this one either, cause while I'm sure they'll get along, Korrie might not be able to stand how quick she is to turn to self-deprecation. He remembered a time when he himself thought he was stupid and idiotic, and it was terrible, so for her to do so for simply no real reason would probably strike a nerve in him.
Laney Kaire Chandler
"She seems nice . . . but I can't help but wonder how nice she really is. 'Never know what people are like behind closed doors" and all that. Another casual, but there's hope for her to ascend above the likes of Angry Birds and Candy Crush. Getting side-tracked here, back to Blonde Beauty(oh god that's like a racehorse name, shit, never let her know I said that), she seems nice, definitely the proper type from what I can tell. Don't think she's met too many people outside if her bubble of wealth though, but she doesn't strike me as the snobbish type. I'm just . . .really, really uneasy around girls like her."
Korrie's past experience has made it so that if the two were to be walking down the same stretch of sidewalk, he'd likely cross the street instead of walk past her. He wouldn't say he's actively avoiding her, but he kinda is, as he subconsciously doesn't want to risk getting hurt again by getting involved with a 'popular' girl.
Erin "Riley" Emerson
*Attack on Titan Opening plays in the background* "Yeah, I'm going to get a good laugh out of this one, though the mileage is going to be pretty low if she doesn't watch anime. As far as this chick goes, seems like she's trying to hard to be super macho, a problem I've hardly ever seen in a girl, but I guess there are all different kinds of people in the world. Whatever her reason for being that way, well, I can be a right bastard when somebody pushes me too far, so if she starts trying to push me around, she better be prepared when I push back. Probably plays a bunch of sports games or Call of Duty like a filthy casual. "
Korrie might be kind of the unintentional bully inn this intuition, as he sees her tough act as her throwing her weight around and just bullying other people with her cruel jokes. So unless he finds out the reason behind said behaviors, he's probably going to think of her as a bitch and might label her as a target of hacking, though the fact that she doesn't seem to be one to use Social media makes her a harder target then most. If he finds pout about her past, however, he'll A) apologize for being a complete, insensitive asshole and B) try to help her get over the lack of confidence and her need to hide what she likes, since he can somewhat empathize with that due to his own bout of self-hatred, if not with the cause of it.
Nathan Matthews
"He's a cool guy, probably the nicest person I've met so far. Also might be a little too trusting (and I may take advantage of that at times for pranking opportunities), but overall, a cool guy."
Conner MacQuarrie
"Dude's a cool guy, and as a fellow gamer he has my respect, but more often then not I feel the need to mute my mic when I play with him. His penchant for non-sensical slang, obnoxious nicknames(he calls me Hackson one more time I swear), and completely lack of forethought when he speaks are my main annoyances with him. But other than that, I can hang with him. . . just not on a constant basis. My brain cells need time to recover after every meeting.
Brendan Rivers
"Simply put, he's a pompous ass that I wouldn't trust any farther than I could but his ass across a field. The less I have to deal with his House Lannister bull crap, the better."
Emilie Delacour
"She's hot, she has a sense of humor, AND she plays video games. Add in the french accent and you've got yourself a very desirable woman. . . and just like all desirable woman, she's way out of my league. Anyway, she's a cool person, and definitely a person I would want to play with. Wonder how well she can Smash . . . I'm talking about the game, by the way. Just the game and nothing else."
Aspen Hancock
"Dude seems okay, competitive as hell though, so I wouldn't want to play him in anything. A little competition here and there is good, but this guy seems to take it way too seriously. He's definitely a chill guy in regards to nearly anything else, and I can respect his love of photography. Wonder if we could collaborate on something, as I've got some skill with photo editing softwares."
Acacia Hancock
"Again, she seems nice, but I'm just not sure about her. Plus, she's just way too good at getting people to do what she wants. That's just raises all sorts of red flags for me. Hell, if she wanted to start a crazy cult, I'm almost certain that, like, half the people at this school would do it. Okay, that maybe exaggerating it a bit, but only by a hair."
Acacia scares Korrie, as her sense of presence and leadership can only be seen through a filter of negativity due to past experience. It would take a lot to get him to just be comfortable in her presence, not to mention an actually friendship. So yeah, these too probably won't be friends, though more because Korrie's just too intimidated by her to actually think of approaching her and will likely try to avoid her as much as he possibly can.
Korrigan Alexander Jackson
1. How many shoes do you own, and what kind?
"Wow, first question and I already feel like this is full of bullshit. God, why do I have to do this. . . *ugh*, I have two pairs or so, I think, and they're just some sneakers. Nike, maybe? *sigh*This is so dumb. . .
2.Do you have any social media, and if so, whose in your profile picture?
"I've got Facebook, and that's about it really, unless Steam, PSN, Etc. count as Social media. As for my profile pic, just me giving the camera my trademark grin."
3. Have you have had any romantic relationships?
". . ."
4. Right or left handed?
"Ambidextrous, actually."
5. What charities do you donate to?
"None, actually, though more out of a lack of awareness, actually. Don't really focus on world news and all that. If I did give to a charity, I guess something like Make a Wish or Red Cross? Seem like good people trying to do good work."
6. Biggest Fears?
"Dogs, and being forced to do G-uuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhh, . . . moving on from that, yeah. Dogs suck."
7.How much do you make?
"Depends on the job, really, but most jobs that I take now pay somewhere in the lower 300's, few rare cases pay in the 500's, and since I have a nice amount of return customers, well, let's say I have a pretty nice rainy day fund saved up."
8.What is your ethnicity?
"Uh, is White/Caucasian an acceptable answer? That's as far as I bother to register. Mom says something about a bit of English down the line, maybe a tad of Italian or French. I'm not really concerned by it, I'm Human, I'm American, I'm Californian, and that's all that matters to me."
9.Do you have an accent?
"Everyone has an accent, so this is another stupid question? I guess I have a Californian/West Coast accent."
10.What did you dress-up as for Halloween last-year?
"Uh, that one guy from Tokyo Ghoul, with the tattoos. I think his name is Uta or something like that? It was for a party, and I had just gotten into the series and I really liked the character. I went in depth with that one, though, and still just go around in the outfit as my regular clothes sometimes. Look pretty damn good to, if I do say so myself."
11.What are you're email addresses, blogs, and websites?
"Uh, I have a website for people to request my services, a Twitch channel, my email is [email protected]. As for my passwords, no. I don't ever say them out loud, I've got too much stuff on the web under them to risk some. Sorry, but my lips are sealed."
12.Are you superstitious?
"Not particularly, no."
13.Allergic to anything?
"Fuck shellfish, stuff makes me puff up really bad. Always got to be careful."
14.Hobbies?
"Gaming, Programming, A little bit of cosplay, Reading, Song Writing(I don't sing, just write some music here and there), napping."
15.Do you have any secrets?
"Yes, and that's all I'll say on that matter?"
16.What's you Zodiac Sign?
"I'm a Leo."
17.Taste in books, movies, and music?
"Love me some fantasy adventure, though sci-fi is good too, really I like to read anything. Same with movies, for the most part, though most horror movies strike me as dumb and predictable. I tend to laugh when most people scream, just because I find it funny when a hunch I make turns out to be correct. I like Alternative rock for my music tastes, though my taste also can dip into metal. I just like anything with a lot of aggressive beats and guitar riffs."
18.Do you have any scars?
"Yeah, pretty bad ones on my left arm and right leg. These are the reason I'm afraid of dogs."
19.What are your feelings on Gay Marriage, Abortion, legalization of Marijuana, etc.?
"Don't really care much about Gay Marriage, so what if a guy and another guy get married. Not for it, not against it. Same for Legalization, but with, uh, a bit of personal entanglement that would lean me towards yes, rather than no. Abortion, however, is something I'm rather torn on, due to the fact that, despite popular belief, I'm a Christian. Yes, I know, shocking that I don't worship Satan and all that. Anyway, I'm kinda for having it only be for thinks like rape and trying circumstances, because no matter what people say, that's a human being and it just doesn't sit right with me to end a life before it's had a chance to live."
20.Any Tattoos or piercings?
"One tongue piercing, 3 brow piercings, and I'm planning on doing an arm tattoo in the near future."
21.What's your handwriting like?
"It's legible, not the neatest script you'll ever see, but it gets me by. Hardly ever write that much though, I'm a typing man myself."
22.Religious Background?
"Mom's a Christian, Dad's a Christian, Sister's a Christian, and I'm a Christian. Not the most devout of families, but I believe in the values."
23.Where do you like to shop?
"Gamestop, Steam, various Online places, and . . . that's it."
24.What's your relationship with your sibling(s)?
"Resent her ever so slightly for pushing a certain . . burden on to me cause of her own stubborness, but over all, pretty good. She kinda reminds me of Brooke a bit with her attitude, only she's more of an Alpha bitch. Seriously, you don't want to fuck with her, or you'll be eating your own genitals."
25.Do you have enemies? if so, why?
No real enemies, except for one guy that I accidentally got put in jail due to me finding his stash of child pornography while I was hacking his computer. And he turned out to be someone of relative importance so . . . yeah. Kept a pretty low profile after that whole kerfuffle. Heh, 'kerfuffle' . . . that's such a funny word."
26.What are your plans for the future?
"You mean, if this whole 'becoming the heir of a S.A. Electronics' doesn't pan out? Start my own business and work form the ground up."
27.Political preferences?
"None, politics are stupid and a waste of my time."
28.What do you keep in your cupboards?
"A variety of snacks foods, both healthy and not so healthy, a little bit of, uh, 'hazy enlightenment' for when I'm in the need of a little pick me up, and batteries. A ton of batteries."
29Any favorite outfits or pieces of clothing?
"His Uta costume is a favorite to wear on warm days, or when he feels the need to look extremely strange to people. He sometimes gets into character to.
30.What do you keep in remote storage?
"Doesn't have any, though if he did, he'd probably put some extra hardware there, like old computers and laptops and the like.
31.Are you a night owl, or a morning person?
"I. AM. THE NIGHT!!!! Seriously though, I have no real preference, but I tend to feel like crap in the mornings because I'm online doing who knows what until ungodly hours of morning. I've got back on that recently, but the feeling sometime props up from time to time." |
53,136 | 1,444 | 0 | 2,747 | 345 | Many stories are of heros or of great deeds. Many stories start with the birth or death of someone. In this case it is far less poetic. This is the story of a crude, unorthodoxed and borderline dysfunctional band of merry misfits, scallywags and privateers. A tale of highs and lows as the romance of their adventure through this grand world leaving wakes of change as they go. OUr tale begins in a bustling small town known as the "town of contradiction". Its location is at the base of reverse mountain and the mouth of the grand line.
Its contradiction comes from its two main routes. On the one hand you have youthful and dreamy eyed rookies setting off for the grand line still filled with all of their hopes. The second are those that have been scuffed by the grand line. Their spirits are broken down. Both are polar opposites of each other. Many shops have been built around the massive lighthouse. Most are trying to sell supplies to the new rookies setting out for adventure. Log post are one of the most common accommodations that are sold (often at bloated prices). Things like food, water and rope are also common things here as well. Some are scam artists trying to pass off false logposts as real ones.
Of course as any town with plenty of pirates there is are taverns aplenty. In the largest tavern, The Rusty Wench, two strange individuals sit at a long table by themselves. The first is a young girl looking to be only in her early 20's with blazing red hair with white blond highlights. Her eyes a brilliant aqua green. Her pointed ears stick out some but not more than her massive collar and thick orange gloves. On her right arm is a skull and bones tattoo of some kind. She stands at an unimpressuve and average height for a human girl. Beside her however is a strangely dressed bullshark fishman. He stands taller than most human men and his scars from head to toe. He wears traditional japanese kimono with a massive katana at his side.
While the girl is warm and inviting the shark beside her is overly intimidating and off putting. A piece of white cloth behing held by several heavy glass beer mugs hangs over the front of the long table. Poorly written on the massive white cloth reads as follows
"Pirate Crew Sign ups. Beware, adventure and danger aplenty. Faint of heart need not apply." | Name: Nikko Tenchi
Appearance:
Height/Weight: 5ft'7in/ enough
Age: Appears to be about 18.
Personality:
While in public she seems well put together and confident in private she is often childish and stubborn. She is headstrong no matter where she is however. Once her mind is made up it would take an act of god to change it. In fact if history provides any reference even that might not. While generally a happy-go-lucky kind of person she has hot blood running through her veins. She may break tables or throw things through walls when she gets angry (or just drunk).
It is her inquisitive and curious mind that rules her passion. Her favorite thing to do is to experiment or tinker with things. She has a vast desire to know how things work and to replicate them herself. Her collar and gloves are made with her inventing in mind. Her goggles, which are of her own invention stay on her head without any support at all. She can move them around where she needs and will often bring them down over her eyes during a fight that seems dangerous.
Home Island/Sea: Taiko Island
History:
I am breaking my own rule slightly as some of her past has to do with the overall plot. But in the recent year she has made her name adventuring a bit through different parts of the grand line. While never declaring herself as a pirate per-se she has always considered herself one ever since she has left home which was a year and a half ago. Since then she has met plenty of people.
Roughly one month ago she met a person who rivaled her in strength. It was a massive shark fishman hailing from the Wano Country. They initially didn't like each other as he was a bit rude and didn't have the proper respect for women that she felt she deserved. They got into no less than three fights before drawing the attention of a prominent pirate of the area. The two were forced to work together to escape. However in the rush they found themselves stuck in the calm belt.
Having spent three days in the calm belt fighting off sea kings and running like hell they managed to pop out in west blue. From there they found a pirate with a bounty worth only a million. It was hardly even effort to take down this man and his crew but it did provide them with enough spending money to ferry a ride with a group of people heading into the grand line.
Fruit: None
Fighting style:
Brawling. Despite her petite figure she is actually incredibly physically strong. Her punch packs a hell of a wallop and her speed is nothing to sniff at. Her style of fighting doesn't follow any particular martial art and is mostly self taught. However despite this self taught style she incorporates moves from several different arts into her own.
For example many of her punches seem to be a mix between the way Karate and Boxing punch. However the movements are more fluid and natural than stylized. Many of her kicks seem to come from Tae Kwan do or Muai Thai. She knows how to grapple and throw as well. Her grip is strong enough to stop most ships and the gloves that she wear are made of an incredible material that doesn't seem to rip or tear no matter how much pressure and tension she puts on them.
Haki of Observation is her most powerful Haki at this point. She has useage of the Haki of Armament as well.
Ship Positions: Captain/Shipwright (looking for apprentice shipwright)
Bounty: Currently 0 |
53,137 | 1,444 | 1 | 1,966 | 2,605 | Nabil.
“How long has it been now, Marxo?” he asked his companion, dragging the unconscious body of a pirate hunter by the collar. “Since we’ve eaten?”
His stomach growled, deep and ravenous. The sea had not been kind to them and they had long since emptied the rations. Was it four or five months? Perhaps six or seven. Time escaped him now. His stomach was his clock; every minute, every second that a meaningless noise rumbled from it he felt an infinite amount of time pass.
As he approached the tavern with steady steps, he pushed open the door and let the pirate fall from his grip. Drunkards, skeezers, and questionable figures rested inside the dim shack. But he could care less for them. His only ambition was doing damage to the marines in any way possible. He and his companion had come to terms with each other’s ambitions. It was mutual agreement to travel together.
As he took a seat at an empty table, next to a fishmen and pointy-eared woman, Nabil raised his hand up lazily for the barmaid to take his order. Slow at first, the blue-haired woman approached with a casual rudeness.
“Welcome to the Rusty Wench, how may I help you two gentlemen?” she asked, bored.
“Bread. Lots and lots of bread. How about you, Marxo?” | Name: Nabil "The Calm" Valley
Height/Weight: 5’9” / 142lbs
Age: 18
The alias “The Calm” was given to Nabil due to his infallible ability to seem un-phased by most antagonist. Some assume that he hides an intelligence behind this composed wall. Those are lies. He is as smart as the next man, maybe a bit more so, but that’s mainly due to his innate caution. He knows when to shut his mouth and when to speak out against others. In that aspect, he travels in a gray area. Where one person’s reality is not his own, but instead an adjacent to what could have been. In other words, he attempts to empathize with others. His love for the sea is directly tied to his extensive love for freedom, which contradicts his abnormal caution.
Home Island/Sea: Provestal Island.
The son of two Marines, it was very unlikely that Nabil would later become a pirate. In fact, his parent’s loving nature left little to be desired. When the two were deployed, expecting to be gone for several years, he was sent to live with distant relatives on Provestal Island. A quaint, small place where a unnerving calm saturated the air.
On the island he explored the deep woods that surrounded the small town. Finding interest in the giant wild life and floral. He couldn’t understand it for the longest, unwilling to show his ignorance he would remain that way for several months. When he finally asked his aunt and cousin, they explained that the oxygen levels on the island was abnormally high. He took those words to face value and continued finish his breakfast, a rather calm fascination now inside of him.
By the age of thirteen, Nabil had seemingly become the living force of Provestal Isle’s calm. Though many had resided on the isle, not many could match his level of tranquil. When others were too afraid to enter the force, he would walk through the greenery, alongside the giant beasts, and gaze at the crater in its center. Every day he returned there, he felt the urge to delve inside grow stronger. It was like the sound of the careening waterfall hitting the dark bottom was a calling card. It beckoned for him to adventure below but caution staid his descent.
At the age of fifteen, Provestal Isle was visited by a band of pirates. They washed ashore on a broken and shattered boat, the captain deeply worried about his crew. The island offered them shelter for three nights. Those three nights were filled with stories of stormy adventures and fanciful tales of the unnatural. Needless to say, Nabil was enticed by them. On the fourth night, the Marines surrounded the isle with a fleet of ranked officers. The Pirate Captain, who expressed his desire to not tangle the island up in his affairs had decided to give himself up. He left with his crew moments later.
An hour had peacefully passed before cannon fire had begun to rain down. A scarce group of the pirates returned in tears, warning that the marines was going to kill them all, despite their surrender. Behind them, the marines trampled forward. Nabil and his cousin, along with others, were told to retreat to the forest. To let the beasts protect them as a last resort. As Nabil guided his cousin to the crater, he could hear the cries of villagers as some of the beasts prowled on them. Dark smoke soon billowed from the tree line, orange heat lined its treetops.
Nabil believed his cousin and himself to be safe. That was until canon fire came dangerously close to them. Fear led him to trying to convince his cousin to dive into the crater with him; the promise of water below was not enough though. The boy, who was supposed to jump on three with him, had stayed on top, where canon fire had seared his face and tossed him out of sight.
At the bottom of the cavern spring, Nabil immediately swore vengeance on the Marines. He followed the water to the mouth of the island, one that led out into the ocean. Once he returned back to the shore, he witnessed the pirate captain shackled and ready to be inhumanly executed. Nabil realized that the majority of the Marines had left during his long stay in the cavern and that only a few was left. He would have heroically saved the guy, if he had been so afraid.
He was shot several times in the head before finally being left alone. Nabil waited until nightfall, when the sea was quiet and empty till he finally approached. The captain was dead but the beach was littered with members of his crew. As Nabil walked through, a bloodied hand grabbed him and instructed, with vexation in his voice, to avenge them. With that in mind, he told Nabil the location of a treasure near the inn in the village.
The village was burned to the ground and Nabil had all but given up hope on finding anyone alive. They all had bullets in them, one for each alive he figured. Once to the treasure chest, he found a fruit inside. He bit it after a bit of hesitance and after spitting it out, found out it was a devil fruit. He became a 10,000 degrees human. Years later and he had become a pirate, one hell bent on getting in the marines way. Usually his actions were small, intervening with rookie marines in small towns and allowing the escape of other pirates. Though recently he hijacked a marine ship and sailed it to Reverse Mountain.
Devil Fruit: Atsu Atsu no Mi (Hot Hot Fruit)
Fighting style: Direct and brutish, Nabil fights in conjunction with his Hot Hot Fruit abilities. Landing searing blows and burning away those that stand in his way. He seems to know some form of martial arts, as he often lowers into a stance when fighting one on one. With all the potential of a Supenova. Nabil has the possibility to use Observation Haki, Arms Haki, and Conquerors Haki. Though these have not been explored and largely unseen. He will need immense training to bring these out of himself.
Atsu Atsu no Spears
Nabil shapes the heat that fumes from his body into several needles. He launches these needles at the speed of a musket's bullet and pierces those he's up against. With a cold calculation, he uses this technique to take out mass armies of weaklings. Though fast and effective, it pretty easy to dodge if you're perceptive.
Ship Positions: -
10,000,000 |
53,138 | 1,444 | 2 | 1,093 | 305 | M a r x o
“It seems more like years. ” , spoke Marxo as he sat across from his companion. The rudeness of the sea had tied these two together. He could think of no better teammate than his . He turned to speak to the waitress. “As for me I’d like your best brew and a pack of smokes. I’m parched and my cigarettes are quite soaked.” With this response he turned his attention to the rest of the bar who stared at the team idly, as if they had made some sort of mistake. Maybe it was the beat up pirate hunter, or maybe it was the marines at the bar. Either way Marxo knew there was someone itching for a fight . He was always happy to obliged in the calmest manner.
Before he could begin to weed out the fighters something caught his eye. It was the only fishman in the tavern. His was stylishly huge and had the features of a great white. Beside him was a beautiful young women . He couldn’t help but stare. Maybe that was why he felt the wrong presence. He began to ask Nabil. “Hey Nabil. Don’t you find something odd about the fishman and his little companion. I mean their just a little more odd than us, don’t you think . | Marxo St. Laurant
Height/Weight: 6’1, 160lbs
Age:19
Personality: Marxo is quite calm and collected. He tends to speak in a very collective manner. Even in dire situation, he is always the one to keep his cool. He thinks it would better help the situation if he acts this way. It is often hard to make him made but not impossible. The most two major things that upset him are being turned down by females and running out of smokes. Other than that he remains almost monotone, from his voice, personality, and mindset. His persona is due to his past. Its almost like he has a split personality . His other half is a maniacal , senseless man with no disregard to human kind. His only interest in that time is seeing everything colored red with the blood of this enemies.
Home Island/Sea: St Laurants’ Isle,South Blue
History: Marxo was born in the East Blue . His family had traveled to the South almost immediately after he was born. They settled on a deserted island and used the wildlife to live off of. His mother happened to be a master chef but not one of legend and lore. His father on the other hand was a hunter so this made the couple well adept to their surrounding. Within the first three years of Marxo’s life his parents had already tamed the island and renamed the newly cultivated place St. Laurant’s isle after his family. At 7 he was taught how to hunt alongside his father. it seem to come naturally to the boy. his first catch was a friendly panda shark whom his father told him to release back into the sea. After all his mother had no use for such meat.
At the age of 14 ,he met his first neighbors. They had also traveled from an island off in the distance. From first sight they seemed like nice people, but eventually more unwelcomes began to turn up. Marxo saw this as a good thing but his parents knew better. They decided to establish a hierarchy with Marxo’s family heading the pack. This was agreeable since they were the first one aboard the island, but one family had different plans. They wanted the St. Laurant’s lifestyle , or better yet their lives. So one day the cooked up a scheme to take out this new head family. Since the St. Laurants’ did all of the hunting and cooking the other family decided that taking the load off of them for a day would be the best way to trick the family. It seemed like a convenience to Marxo and his family so they gladly accepted the invitation. The other would hunt and prepare a monstrous feast for the now,small village and the heads of the village but inside of the meals that they could would be either sleeping or paralyzing powder. On the night Marxo was turning 15 . He could never forget this night. It would be forever burned into his mind. His parents had been gutted like fishes in front of his very eyes. They had received the sleeping powder while he the paralyzing one. He knew they never stood a chance but he begged and pleaded with the other family. They just smiled and kept cutting till his parents resembled carved turkey. He knew he’d be next.
Just as they made their way towards him , the powder began to wear off. He could feel the blood rushing in his hands, then to his arms , and legs. Next came the pain. Tears swelled up in his eyes , as he continued to play helpless. As soon as the family made its move he’d destroy them. The father began to untie his hands. The moment he felt free he took the chair his was once sitting in and slammed it across the man’s face. He then picked up a piece of broken wood the chair and ran it like a dagger straight thru his heart. He stared at the other two women with soul-less eyes. “Your next.”, he exclaimed as he rushed towards them both with the same piece of wood he’d taken the man out with previously. He stabbed the women repeatedly until he was satisfied and passed out from exhaustion.
A few hours later he awoke to find himself on a slave tradeship, along with his fellow neighbors. The boat was headed for the east blue. He would spend the next 2 years as a cook aboard a floating restaurant in the sea until his killer mentality got the best of him and he slayed the entire crew. Before deserting the emptied cafe he’d stumbled upon an odd fruit. Upon eating the fruit his body began to turn into shadows. He later came to find out it was the “Yami Yami no Mi” fruit. For the next two years he trained and study everything he could find about the fruit .He truly wants to learn how to fully control the fruit and manipulate it to help him become a pirate.
Fruit: Moa Moa no Mi: The Moa Moa no Mi is a Paramecia-class Devil Fruit that allows the user to amplify the size or speed of any object they touch.
More More Sanjubai Giri (モアモア百倍斬り Moa Moa Hyaku-bai Giri, literally meaning "More More Thirtyfold Slash"): enlarges a scythe to 30 times its original size while it's flying towards his opponent.
More More Jubai Soku (モアモア十倍速 Moa Moa Jū-bai Soku, literally meaning "More More Tenfold Speed"): increases speed to 10 times original speed,
More More Sanjubai Soku (モアモア三十倍速 Moa Moa Sanjū-bai Soku, literally meaning "More More Thityfold Speed"): increases his speed to 30 times his original speed.
Fighting style: Jeet Kune Do(Wing Chun)- not fixed or patterned, and is a philosophy with guiding thoughts. It was named for the Wing Chun concept of interception or attacking while one's opponent is about to attack. Jeet Kune Do practitioners believe in minimal movements with maximum effects and extreme speed. The system works by using different "tools" for different situations, where the situations are divided into ranges, which are kicking, punching, trapping, and grappling, where martial artists use techniques to flow smoothly between them.
Ship Position: Tba.
-For the Death and Desecration of an Entire Island
-Deaths of a Cook Captain and crewmembers. |
53,139 | 1,444 | 3 | 1,987 | 4,574 | Polly Roger - The Rusty Wench Tavern
"Heheh, Grand Line here I come!"
Chuckling quietly to herself, a small girl admired her latest spoils from beneath a long table. She knew she needed one of these to navigate the treacherous seas of the Grand Line, but she didn't expect it would be so easy to steal! So this was a Log Pose, huh? It seemed a lot smaller than she thought it would be... Not that she minded, as that made it all the easier to take! She had to thank the sharkman sitting at the table she hid under; after all, if that merchant hadn't turned his head in fear when he entered, she would've had to figure out some other way to divert his attention whilst she swiped it.
"Ah... A perfect fit, too!" Strapping the Log Pose to her ankle, the thief chuckled once more as she gave it a polish. "Now... How did this work again..."
Polly Roger didn't seem all that concerned about wearing stolen goods so blatantly. After all, she was hidden right now, and even if the merchant noticed that some of his goods were missing would he really want to check under a table occupied by that scary looking sharkman and his female companion? No, Polly felt safe here. She'd learned from experience that it was always good to have someone big and scary to hide behind after a heist. | Name: Polly Roger ("Not that Roger!"; she's not actually related to a certain Pirate King despite her surname, and gets a bit annoyed when people assume so.)
Age: 16
Appearance: In her hybrid form. Her human form basically looks the same, but with human limbs; in both human and hybrid form she only stands at about 5'/152cm. In beast form she becomes a 6'/182cm tall parrot wearing a bandana.
Personality: Chirpy and friendly, although this is mostly because it makes it easier for her to swindle you. Polly's pretty street smart, and whilst she's not always trying to con you it's best to keep your guard up around her lest your wallet goes missing. She's possessed of a great wanderlust, and has always wanted to see the world; being a pirate just seems to fit into this dream, although her penchant for theft kind of fits too. She prefers to sleep outside, where she can see the stars; her personal favourite spot is, naturally, the crow's nest.
Home Island/Sea: Rogueport, East Blue.
History: As an orphan growing up in an island full of cuthroats like Rogueport, there really wasn't much other option for Polly than to become a thieving street rat. Most of her childhood was spent evading what little authority existed on the island whilst stealing whatever she needed to survive (as well as a little extra to keep her comfy). Naturally, she always dreamed of one day leaving Rogueport; she felt like a bird in a cage, and wanted to stretch her at the time metaphorical wings and head out into the world, to see all the strange and exotic places she'd heard lay on the Grand Line. It was all just a dream for her, though, until one fateful day when she stole a bizarre looking fruit from a visiting pirate crew. Hungry (and wanting to dispose of the evidence), she bit into it, the horrid taste making her initially regret this... Until she noticed that her arms were now a pair of brightly coloured wings! She'd heard tales of the legendary Devil Fruits before, but never before had she thought she'd ever see one herself, let alone eat one... Quickly gathering whatever supplies she could fit into a shoulderbag, she bid farewell to Rogueport and, after a few attempts, took to the skies and headed off into the world...
Fruit: Bird-Bird Fruit (Model: Parrot) - A Zoan-type Devil Fruit that allows the user to turn into a parrot, or a parrot-human hybrid. In hybrid form, Polly becomes a harpy-like creature, her arms becoming wings and her legs becoming talons. Zoan hybrids forms usually benefit from an increase in strength and Polly is no exception; specifically, her bird-limbs are much stronger than those of a human, and her talons are pretty sharp. Most notably is, of course, the ability to fly that her wings give her. In her beast form, she grows in height by about a foot and turns into a giant parrot; her strength is boosted even further, although she is still incredibly unused to this form and is rather clumsy when using it; because of this she prefers to use her smaller hybrid form. In all forms, she has exceptional eyesight, and can mimic the voices of anyone she's heard at least once before. Whilst she's currently unaware of it at the moment, Polly can talk to birds.
Fighting style: Due to her notable lack of hands in both hybrid and beast forms, Polly's fighting style heavily revolves around using her legs; whilst her wings are strong, they lack dexterity and can really only be used to slap opponents. Due to her ability to fly, she usually stays above her opponent before diving down to attack when the opportunity presents itself. She has no formal training, however, and most of her knowledge of combat comes from what she learned on the streets and in bar fights; as such she can fight kind of dirty at times.
Ship Positions: Navigator. Due to her Devil Fruit powers, she can easily fly off to scout ahead; in addition she has learned the basics of navigating from researching it herself in her youth, when she dreamed of heading off into the world.
Bounty: 50,000, for petty larceny (redeemable only in Rogueport). |
53,140 | 1,444 | 4 | 143 | 656 | Amelia
"E-Excuse me, w-would you please try my ale?...Sir?...Ma'am?...Anyone?..." Amelia quietly called out to the random people who walked by her little stand, lined up with wooden mugs filled with her self made ale. The wooden sign above her claimed that she was selling the first mug of ale for free, then they would have to pay for a second mug, which was a high price for the average ale, but since Amelia's was far from average then it is worth every beli. Her head slumped down in defeat realizing none them were listening or even took a glance at her poorly crafted stand. I just really need the money... She thought to herself in silence. The money she needed was to continue her travels, she was even desperate enough to charge the first drink for free in hope to get the attention of the people, but so far none of them bite. They most likely thought she was a scammer or something.
She was set up a few meters away from 'The Rusty Wench' and watched two men enter inside the large tavern with a frown on her face. "It's not fair...that place has cheap drinks..." She muttered to herself as she just stood by her stand with a smile now, continuing to try her luck in getting someone to acknowledge her brew. | Name: Amelia Mitsue
Appearance:
Height/Weight: 5'7” / 170cm and 120lbs / 54kg
Age: 22
Personality: Amelia is a lively girl who always seem to have an innocent smile on her face. Her presence illuminates the room with kindness and welcomes people into her life with open arms. Her voice is angelic and speaks in a quiet tone most of the time. She would be the last person you'd expect a fight from due to her passive attitude. That is...until she gets a drop of alcohol on her lips. Then she would have a major personality shift. The happy go-lucky girl you knew would go into a drunken frenzy, smashing tables, breaking windows, and above all, she would have a frightening appetite. She is far more aggressive and rude in her drunken state as she will literally hit on the guys she comes across. When her buzz decreases, there's a small period of time where she is in between personalities thus becoming dull and boring, not even reacting to any comical attempts to get her to blink.
Home Island/Sea: East Blue
History: When Amelia was a little girl, all she could remember was the tavern she grew up in. She remembers serving food, drinks, and hung out in the kitchen watching her father brew some delicious ale. She has never met her mother before, but her father would always tell her that her mother was busy advertising their tavern across the seas. In reality, her mother was an adventurous pirate. Her father kept the truth from her hoping that she wouldn't become like her mother. The time came when little Amelia was old enough to sail out on her own. She wanted to spread her family's ale across the seas and find her mother so they can meet at last.
Fruit: None
Fighting style: Drunken Combat: Amelia can only fight when she is intoxicated. Her strength and speed are enhanced along with reduced pain and numbness only in this state. She will feel the full effects when she is sober.
Bushoshoku/Armament Haki: Amelia is capable of performing Bushoshoku haki, but only in her drunken state currently.
Drunken Step- A technique that's always being used during her drunken state. This causes herself to become harder to read visually by 'blurring' herself with rapid movements of her body. Whenever she moves, she leaves behind a feint after image of herself that disappears no more than one second.
Drunken Fists/Kicks- A simple kick or punch infused with haki for devastating results.
Drunken Palms/Chops- An alternative she uses whenever punches do not work since it gives a wider reach.
Drunken Toss- She simply grabs her target, spins around a couple times and tosses whatever she has violently into whatever the hell she wants.
Drunken X-Chop- Possibly the only long ranged technique she knows. She positions her arms out in front to form an 'X' and swiftly slices the air to send a nicely x-shaped wind blade at her opponents.
Ship Positions: Brewer
Bounty: 0 |
53,141 | 1,444 | 5 | 340 | 88 | Sitting next to Nikko Able scanned the tavern patrons one by one. Nikko and Able needed a crew put together to travel through the Grandline. Yet as he scanned the faces of these patrons he does not see many who would be good crew material. He saw a few who looked like they got some experience on their backs but you can tell they are broken. To be broken just by Grandline must mean they could not handle the challenges this unknown world has. Growing up in the Wano Kingdom Able knew of the challenges in the New World, and it was not until he visited the Grandline is when he finally learned why many call it Paradise. Able has only been in the Grandline a few times so he was curious what could of broken these men.
Suddenly he see's two men enter, one carrying the other on his back. Both seem to be looking at Nikko and Able, more specifically Able. That is not too surprising seeing he is a Fishman, a large Fishman at that.His appearance has caused great fear in the one of the four blues he and Nikko ended up in a while back. Here though he is surprised it has not caused anyone to fight him, he guess its because they are too scared to approach him. He finally decides to hide his ignorance. "Nikko I do believe I found our first member" Able says grabbing one of his beer mug and downs it, then he slams the empty mug down onto the table, not to hard but enough for a shock for the thief under his table "Come out from under there girl. I saw you earlier at the store with the Log Posts" He said it loud enough for Polly to hear but not loud enough for others to hear other then Nikko. Of course the mug slamming would grab some attention. | Name: Ableyo Samenoken
Appearance:
Height/Weight:9'6/230'
Age:24
Personality:
Despite his tormented life Ableyo always seems to be optimistic and always looking forward to a brighter future. His training as a child made him into a very disciplined person and usually comes off as rude due to his straight forward attitude. Ultimately he is kind and can be seen as a father figure as he always willing to lend anyone advice if he can give it. Due to recent events in his life he has tried to ultimately relax and live life to its fullest for life is short.
He usually spend his days training, meditating or other hobbies like writing. Despite what others have done to him he does not harbor any ill will to other races, as he knows not everyone carry the sins of their own kind. Their are some times though were he haunting memories comes back and this usually appears when he is holding his left side of his chest.
Home Island/Sea: Wano Country
History:
Ableyo grew up in the Wano Country in a respected fishmen clan known as the Samenoken (Translate to Shark Sword). Their they taught him everything he needed to know about being a Samurai but he had no interest, and practiced half heartily despite the disapproval of his clan. One day when Ableyo was 12 his clan was attacked by a crew of pirates/slavers. He saw his own friends and family killed in front of him, and he tried to fight back but he was to weak. That night only a handful of the clan managed to escape, Ableyo however was not so lucky. He was sold at the highest bitter and began working as a slave for a Celestial Dragon. He was branded on his left chest even to this day the pain is still there.
Once the Celestial Dragon was finished with him he was sold for dirt cheap to work as manual labor. Each day the memories of his clans destruction still vivid in his mind and he vowed to never allow that to happen again, so whenever he could he trained. For once took his training seriously with a strong goal fueling his resolve.
Ultimately events happen to were he was able to escape his slavery and join Nikko, but all that is a story for another day.
Fruit: Too awesome for fruit powers
Fighting style:
He uses a one sword fighting style usually with two hands unless he needs his left hand for something else.....like punching or grabbing something. The Samenoken swordsmanship relies on finding a opening in a opponents defense and unleashing a brutal attack when that opening is found. So when it looks like he is outmatched it really is him looking for a opportunity to strike.
All techniques are much stronger in water as with most fishman fighting styles.
* Sudden dash: Its a stepping technique were the user can bolt forward at incredible speeds, even when the user is not in motion. This is the foundation for most of the Samenoken fighting style.
* Shark Leap strike: Once the user see a opening in the opponents defense the user uses Sudden dash along with a horizontal or vertical strike. The sudden speed from the dash gives this strike a ton of brute power.
* One slash many strikes : A strike attack that uses the concept of Sudden Dash but with their arms not their legs. Doing so allows the user to make multiple attacks so quick it looks like one strike. Right now the user can only use a maximum of three strikes.
* Launching water missile : The user strikes so the moisture or body of water in the area compresses to become a projectile weapon. This attack is weaker with less water in the area.
* The water hypnosis trance: a type of trance a user puts himself in, in order to fool his body into thinking its under water by using the moisture around him. It increases his physical abilities and endurance but sadly lasts only a few minutes, upon which he can not do it again unless the user risks damages to his psyche. Completely useless in the desert.
Ship Positions: 1st Mate
Bounty: 0 |
53,142 | 1,444 | 6 | 1,091 | 48 | Ahio
The young man known only as Ahio walked through the streets of the bustling town. He had arrived here only a few days before but hadn’t found anybody of interest in his wonderings. A few dejected pirates whom had visited the Grand Line sat about in bars, on the streets, and even portside. All bore the same look on their face; vacant eyes staring off into the distance as if broken. They pissed him off for they had given up on their dreams. The Grand Line may very well have broken them but a lot of things will break a person in their lives and it requires a strong man to pull themselves back together afterwards. Ahio’s was running low on beri since he had gotten in this town though so he was stuck to wandering the streets and seeing the wretches sitting around. How disgraceful of him to spend his money on a subpar piece of meat.
Having woken at the break of dawn, Ahio had almost constantly been wandering and this had woken a great thirst in his throat which he could only describe as akin to a fire burning freely. But, being short on beris meant he couldn’t just go about buying all the booze he could possibly want. Luckily there was a stand nearby which seemed to be selling beer, or that is what Ahio believed it to be. ’First mug free, second mug said the sign sitting above the sign as the swordsman approached. ”Free beer huh? Well ain’t it my lucky day. So, is this a scam or what girl? Free beer just seems a little too good to be true ya’ know.” Ahio stated as he looked into one of the mugs. For sure there was beer in there but it could be poison as far as he knew. Then again, it could just be an actual attempt at getting people to try the beer. But, paying was a bit excessive for a single mug of beer when the bar right next to the stand, ‘The Rusty Wench’ it was called, was selling cheeper beer which was probably mixed with water anyway. | Name: Ahio F. Pardol
Nickname(s): None currently(To be developed as he becomes more well known)
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Height: 175cm(5’9)
Weight: 91kg(201lbs)
Personality:
“Not every step along the way has to be calculate, sometimes you just feel that the next step is the right step without thinking.”
Ahio is not the kind of man who falters when it comes acting and likes to put himself at odds with everybody even if it means fighting the world. He likes the challenge of proving people wrong, of proving that he can do anything and everything There is not a single instance in his life where Ahio has been forced to give up his dream of becoming the single greatest swordsman in existence simply because he couldn’t win a battle. Losing is an option but for him, it is meant to be the last option and only preferable to death. He lives by the code that all swordsman from his homeland live by; a cut to one’s back is dishonorable if it is received by running away. Once his loyalty is earned, he can be the most trustworthy man there is.
Status: Location; unknown believed to be alive and well.
Home Island/Sea: Tagimusha Island, Island of Samurai, North Blue Sea
History: Ahio is the youngest son of Higara Pardol of Tagimusha Island and the only one to be trained by the man known for fighting with two swords. From the time Ahio was strong enough to life a wooden sword he was trained to live by the standards of his people.
“It is not the strength of the sword but the strength of the man wielding it which will determine the outcome of a battle.”
For nearly twelve years these words were ingrained into Ahio by his father during training. His body and mind would lend strength to the blades he wields instead of relying on the strength of the blade to support him. A swordsman who relies on the blade is just as likely to fail as his steel is after using it too much. But, Ahio would not last long in his father’s care for old man Higara was dying and it would cause the greatest change in the young boys life. A few months before Ahio was to leave for the outside world, Higara died and gave him the greatest will the young man could ever receive. He came into possession of the Goro Goro no Mi which his father had received as payment a long time ago and was given his father’s swords, Jigon and Migurashi. Upon consuming the Goro Goro no Mi, Ahio became a man of lightning but has not quite developed the best control over his powers. Since then, he has arrived at an island near Reverse Mountain with hopes of setting off on an adventure to master his powers and become the greatest swordsman ever.
Fruit: Goro Goro no Mi, the Rumble-Rumble fruit. The Rumble fruit allows Ahio to become a lightning human, though he hasn’t quite begun to gain the control required to stay in his lightning form yet. Having only possessed the fruit for about two or three months, he is unsure of time span really, Ahio doesn’t quite possess the control to not cause massive damage to the surroundings and innocents around him properly. The longest Ahio has used his lightning form was thirteen minutes and even then it was unstable past ten minutes. Alternatively, he can turn his forearms into lightning and ‘throw’ blades of lightning. These blades travel around two to three meters with dissipating power after the first meter.
Fighting Style:
Primary: Nitoryu, two-sword style
•Two Sword Style: Pin Strike, Rather than using the full blade of his katanas, Ahio uses only the the tip of the blades to stab quickly as if using a rapier.
•Two Sword Style: Bolt, Using the Goro Goro fruit in tandem with his katanas, Ahio circulates lightning into the metal of the blades and can launch it for about two feet.
•Two Sword Style: Bull Charge, Ahio rushes towards his opponent with his blades set parallel to each other.
Secondary: Goro Goro no Mi, Rumble- Rumble fruit
•Rumble Rumble: Discharge(Hōshutsu), By focusing the powers of his rumble fruit into the tips of his swords or finger, Ahio can launch miniature bolts of lightning.
•Rumble Rumble: Twenty Bolt Strike, By using his blades in conjunction with his lightning powers, Ahio can launch twenty lightning blade with ease. Though, this attack isn’t very strong as the charge put into each blade is generally very low.
•Rumble Rumble: Thrown Lightning(Sōn shōmei), Ahio focuses his powers into his forearms and hands and ‘throws’ blades of lightning at the opponent.
•Rumble Rumble: Lightning Blade, The Lightning blade is the pinnacle of Ahio’s current mastery of his powers. By assuming his state of lightning, Ahio can effectively be both a weapon and the fighter. In this state he forms two swords of lightning and use them as weapons instead of his actual blades. Ahio has used four lightning blades in his lightning form before but they drastically reduced his time in the form to five minutes.
Ship Position: Brawler
Bounty: 0 |
53,143 | 1,444 | 7 | 2,747 | 345 | The young woman now identified as Nikko sits rather still at the end of the table. Her hair falls over her hand that holds up her head. Letting out a sigh she shows an expression of extreme boredom. Glancing around the room she didn't feel like anyone was spectacular yet. There was the girl hiding underneath the table. Her skills were impressive. She saw her going to hide under the table but she did it so skillfully that she didn't really have the heart to call her out on it. Two more mean looking men walk in. The two appeared to be a duo of some kind. They were obviously a few notches above the average joes that fill the tavern.
She doesn't even turn her head when Able mentions the girl under the table. Neither does she flinch when he slams the mug on the table. This was getting boring. She wasn't into borning. She is a pirate god damnit. Clenching her fist she leans back from the table but reamins in her seat.
"Hey girl...don't move." She said quietly but then flipped the long table with one hand. As the table was mid flip she kicked it so it flew up into the ceiling with the legs planting squarely and sticking it in. Now a table hangs upside down above where it once was. The banner she had painted with enthusiasm only 20 minutes ago falls to the floor. The empty glass mugs they had been drinking, with the exception to the one in her hand, flew across the room and hit a few random people. Polly is now revealed crouched under where the table once was. She downs the drink she had and then throws it with a flick of the wrist against the wall behind her.
"HEY!" She bellows far louder than one would expect as she nimbly jumps from the chair to her feet. "This bar is filled with nothing but looser weaklings that don't have the guts to be a shit stain at the ass crack of the grand line!" She points her hand out and indicates to everyone in the bar with the exception of Polly and Able. "If any of you are worth half of a barnicle's left ass cheek then come prove me wrong." A smile crosses her face as she saw every eye in the bar on her. She webs her gloved fingers together and then cracks them all as she steps forward.
The first man stupid enough to give into the taunt rushes her from the side but he doesn't even get close as she makes a lighting fast jab into his jaw and sent him flying across the room.
"Whose the next dickless coward dumb enough to take up my offer?" | Name: Nikko Tenchi
Appearance:
Height/Weight: 5ft'7in/ enough
Age: Appears to be about 18.
Personality:
While in public she seems well put together and confident in private she is often childish and stubborn. She is headstrong no matter where she is however. Once her mind is made up it would take an act of god to change it. In fact if history provides any reference even that might not. While generally a happy-go-lucky kind of person she has hot blood running through her veins. She may break tables or throw things through walls when she gets angry (or just drunk).
It is her inquisitive and curious mind that rules her passion. Her favorite thing to do is to experiment or tinker with things. She has a vast desire to know how things work and to replicate them herself. Her collar and gloves are made with her inventing in mind. Her goggles, which are of her own invention stay on her head without any support at all. She can move them around where she needs and will often bring them down over her eyes during a fight that seems dangerous.
Home Island/Sea: Taiko Island
History:
I am breaking my own rule slightly as some of her past has to do with the overall plot. But in the recent year she has made her name adventuring a bit through different parts of the grand line. While never declaring herself as a pirate per-se she has always considered herself one ever since she has left home which was a year and a half ago. Since then she has met plenty of people.
Roughly one month ago she met a person who rivaled her in strength. It was a massive shark fishman hailing from the Wano Country. They initially didn't like each other as he was a bit rude and didn't have the proper respect for women that she felt she deserved. They got into no less than three fights before drawing the attention of a prominent pirate of the area. The two were forced to work together to escape. However in the rush they found themselves stuck in the calm belt.
Having spent three days in the calm belt fighting off sea kings and running like hell they managed to pop out in west blue. From there they found a pirate with a bounty worth only a million. It was hardly even effort to take down this man and his crew but it did provide them with enough spending money to ferry a ride with a group of people heading into the grand line.
Fruit: None
Fighting style:
Brawling. Despite her petite figure she is actually incredibly physically strong. Her punch packs a hell of a wallop and her speed is nothing to sniff at. Her style of fighting doesn't follow any particular martial art and is mostly self taught. However despite this self taught style she incorporates moves from several different arts into her own.
For example many of her punches seem to be a mix between the way Karate and Boxing punch. However the movements are more fluid and natural than stylized. Many of her kicks seem to come from Tae Kwan do or Muai Thai. She knows how to grapple and throw as well. Her grip is strong enough to stop most ships and the gloves that she wear are made of an incredible material that doesn't seem to rip or tear no matter how much pressure and tension she puts on them.
Haki of Observation is her most powerful Haki at this point. She has useage of the Haki of Armament as well.
Ship Positions: Captain/Shipwright (looking for apprentice shipwright)
Bounty: Currently 0 |
53,144 | 1,444 | 8 | 1,966 | 2,605 | Nabil.
Nabil leaned back in his chair and shrugged his shoulders at Marxo’s question. He had noticed them when they walked in but honestly hadn't cared enough to measure them up. Odd? he pondered. Were they odd because they were a fishman and a woman with pointed-ears? No, it was for sure the dangerous air they let off. The two of them were veterans of the sea. And it simply showed itself around them.
Hot air whirled from the ceiling fan above. The shack was filled with so many vagrants that their sweat, heat, had literally saturated the air. Nabil sighed with irritation next, his hand raising to rub his next in sync with the woman’s actions.
“Shit, they’ll be more trouble than they’re worth. That’s for damn sure,” he said indifferent, blinking while the table had slammed into the roof.
Behind him the woman barked her challenge to the dumb oafs around Marxo and himself. When they felt the need to answer, the first was sent flying with a jaw-cracking blow. Nabil looked towards the fearful waitress in the dark corner, hiding from the chaos. The dirty scum occupying the shack charged forth to fight the obnoxious woman from before. He caught the maid attention with a small gesture before waving her over. Beckoning her to continue her duties admist the fight.
She shook her head in defiance.
“Damned woman is too scared to delivered our food.” | Name: Nabil "The Calm" Valley
Height/Weight: 5’9” / 142lbs
Age: 18
The alias “The Calm” was given to Nabil due to his infallible ability to seem un-phased by most antagonist. Some assume that he hides an intelligence behind this composed wall. Those are lies. He is as smart as the next man, maybe a bit more so, but that’s mainly due to his innate caution. He knows when to shut his mouth and when to speak out against others. In that aspect, he travels in a gray area. Where one person’s reality is not his own, but instead an adjacent to what could have been. In other words, he attempts to empathize with others. His love for the sea is directly tied to his extensive love for freedom, which contradicts his abnormal caution.
Home Island/Sea: Provestal Island.
The son of two Marines, it was very unlikely that Nabil would later become a pirate. In fact, his parent’s loving nature left little to be desired. When the two were deployed, expecting to be gone for several years, he was sent to live with distant relatives on Provestal Island. A quaint, small place where a unnerving calm saturated the air.
On the island he explored the deep woods that surrounded the small town. Finding interest in the giant wild life and floral. He couldn’t understand it for the longest, unwilling to show his ignorance he would remain that way for several months. When he finally asked his aunt and cousin, they explained that the oxygen levels on the island was abnormally high. He took those words to face value and continued finish his breakfast, a rather calm fascination now inside of him.
By the age of thirteen, Nabil had seemingly become the living force of Provestal Isle’s calm. Though many had resided on the isle, not many could match his level of tranquil. When others were too afraid to enter the force, he would walk through the greenery, alongside the giant beasts, and gaze at the crater in its center. Every day he returned there, he felt the urge to delve inside grow stronger. It was like the sound of the careening waterfall hitting the dark bottom was a calling card. It beckoned for him to adventure below but caution staid his descent.
At the age of fifteen, Provestal Isle was visited by a band of pirates. They washed ashore on a broken and shattered boat, the captain deeply worried about his crew. The island offered them shelter for three nights. Those three nights were filled with stories of stormy adventures and fanciful tales of the unnatural. Needless to say, Nabil was enticed by them. On the fourth night, the Marines surrounded the isle with a fleet of ranked officers. The Pirate Captain, who expressed his desire to not tangle the island up in his affairs had decided to give himself up. He left with his crew moments later.
An hour had peacefully passed before cannon fire had begun to rain down. A scarce group of the pirates returned in tears, warning that the marines was going to kill them all, despite their surrender. Behind them, the marines trampled forward. Nabil and his cousin, along with others, were told to retreat to the forest. To let the beasts protect them as a last resort. As Nabil guided his cousin to the crater, he could hear the cries of villagers as some of the beasts prowled on them. Dark smoke soon billowed from the tree line, orange heat lined its treetops.
Nabil believed his cousin and himself to be safe. That was until canon fire came dangerously close to them. Fear led him to trying to convince his cousin to dive into the crater with him; the promise of water below was not enough though. The boy, who was supposed to jump on three with him, had stayed on top, where canon fire had seared his face and tossed him out of sight.
At the bottom of the cavern spring, Nabil immediately swore vengeance on the Marines. He followed the water to the mouth of the island, one that led out into the ocean. Once he returned back to the shore, he witnessed the pirate captain shackled and ready to be inhumanly executed. Nabil realized that the majority of the Marines had left during his long stay in the cavern and that only a few was left. He would have heroically saved the guy, if he had been so afraid.
He was shot several times in the head before finally being left alone. Nabil waited until nightfall, when the sea was quiet and empty till he finally approached. The captain was dead but the beach was littered with members of his crew. As Nabil walked through, a bloodied hand grabbed him and instructed, with vexation in his voice, to avenge them. With that in mind, he told Nabil the location of a treasure near the inn in the village.
The village was burned to the ground and Nabil had all but given up hope on finding anyone alive. They all had bullets in them, one for each alive he figured. Once to the treasure chest, he found a fruit inside. He bit it after a bit of hesitance and after spitting it out, found out it was a devil fruit. He became a 10,000 degrees human. Years later and he had become a pirate, one hell bent on getting in the marines way. Usually his actions were small, intervening with rookie marines in small towns and allowing the escape of other pirates. Though recently he hijacked a marine ship and sailed it to Reverse Mountain.
Devil Fruit: Atsu Atsu no Mi (Hot Hot Fruit)
Fighting style: Direct and brutish, Nabil fights in conjunction with his Hot Hot Fruit abilities. Landing searing blows and burning away those that stand in his way. He seems to know some form of martial arts, as he often lowers into a stance when fighting one on one. With all the potential of a Supenova. Nabil has the possibility to use Observation Haki, Arms Haki, and Conquerors Haki. Though these have not been explored and largely unseen. He will need immense training to bring these out of himself.
Atsu Atsu no Spears
Nabil shapes the heat that fumes from his body into several needles. He launches these needles at the speed of a musket's bullet and pierces those he's up against. With a cold calculation, he uses this technique to take out mass armies of weaklings. Though fast and effective, it pretty easy to dodge if you're perceptive.
Ship Positions: -
10,000,000 |
53,145 | 1,444 | 9 | 1,093 | 305 | M a r x o
“ Seems like we should do something about that. Our food is getting quite cold and my drinks won’t serve themselves. Hey lady.” , Marxo called across to the maid that Nabil had just waved over. Just as he had said she was frozen in fear. This made Marxo agitated. He had grown weary of waiting for things, especially when only something as small as a woman stood in his way.
“ Would you mind keeping it down over there little girl. Me and my associate are trying to get some service and you seem to be interrupting. I understand you’re itching to be touched but I do believe those are just female hormones. Try to keep yourself under control.” , Marxo spoke almost as if he planned to say these words. It was more like a burst of anger with a calm undertone. He spoke as swiftly as the wind towards the elven-like female with bright orange and silver hair. Marxo didn’t indulge in fighting often because of his mix of attitudes but if that’s what the lady wanted , he’d be more than happy to oblidge. After all he was a killer before a gentlemen. | Marxo St. Laurant
Height/Weight: 6’1, 160lbs
Age:19
Personality: Marxo is quite calm and collected. He tends to speak in a very collective manner. Even in dire situation, he is always the one to keep his cool. He thinks it would better help the situation if he acts this way. It is often hard to make him made but not impossible. The most two major things that upset him are being turned down by females and running out of smokes. Other than that he remains almost monotone, from his voice, personality, and mindset. His persona is due to his past. Its almost like he has a split personality . His other half is a maniacal , senseless man with no disregard to human kind. His only interest in that time is seeing everything colored red with the blood of this enemies.
Home Island/Sea: St Laurants’ Isle,South Blue
History: Marxo was born in the East Blue . His family had traveled to the South almost immediately after he was born. They settled on a deserted island and used the wildlife to live off of. His mother happened to be a master chef but not one of legend and lore. His father on the other hand was a hunter so this made the couple well adept to their surrounding. Within the first three years of Marxo’s life his parents had already tamed the island and renamed the newly cultivated place St. Laurant’s isle after his family. At 7 he was taught how to hunt alongside his father. it seem to come naturally to the boy. his first catch was a friendly panda shark whom his father told him to release back into the sea. After all his mother had no use for such meat.
At the age of 14 ,he met his first neighbors. They had also traveled from an island off in the distance. From first sight they seemed like nice people, but eventually more unwelcomes began to turn up. Marxo saw this as a good thing but his parents knew better. They decided to establish a hierarchy with Marxo’s family heading the pack. This was agreeable since they were the first one aboard the island, but one family had different plans. They wanted the St. Laurant’s lifestyle , or better yet their lives. So one day the cooked up a scheme to take out this new head family. Since the St. Laurants’ did all of the hunting and cooking the other family decided that taking the load off of them for a day would be the best way to trick the family. It seemed like a convenience to Marxo and his family so they gladly accepted the invitation. The other would hunt and prepare a monstrous feast for the now,small village and the heads of the village but inside of the meals that they could would be either sleeping or paralyzing powder. On the night Marxo was turning 15 . He could never forget this night. It would be forever burned into his mind. His parents had been gutted like fishes in front of his very eyes. They had received the sleeping powder while he the paralyzing one. He knew they never stood a chance but he begged and pleaded with the other family. They just smiled and kept cutting till his parents resembled carved turkey. He knew he’d be next.
Just as they made their way towards him , the powder began to wear off. He could feel the blood rushing in his hands, then to his arms , and legs. Next came the pain. Tears swelled up in his eyes , as he continued to play helpless. As soon as the family made its move he’d destroy them. The father began to untie his hands. The moment he felt free he took the chair his was once sitting in and slammed it across the man’s face. He then picked up a piece of broken wood the chair and ran it like a dagger straight thru his heart. He stared at the other two women with soul-less eyes. “Your next.”, he exclaimed as he rushed towards them both with the same piece of wood he’d taken the man out with previously. He stabbed the women repeatedly until he was satisfied and passed out from exhaustion.
A few hours later he awoke to find himself on a slave tradeship, along with his fellow neighbors. The boat was headed for the east blue. He would spend the next 2 years as a cook aboard a floating restaurant in the sea until his killer mentality got the best of him and he slayed the entire crew. Before deserting the emptied cafe he’d stumbled upon an odd fruit. Upon eating the fruit his body began to turn into shadows. He later came to find out it was the “Yami Yami no Mi” fruit. For the next two years he trained and study everything he could find about the fruit .He truly wants to learn how to fully control the fruit and manipulate it to help him become a pirate.
Fruit: Moa Moa no Mi: The Moa Moa no Mi is a Paramecia-class Devil Fruit that allows the user to amplify the size or speed of any object they touch.
More More Sanjubai Giri (モアモア百倍斬り Moa Moa Hyaku-bai Giri, literally meaning "More More Thirtyfold Slash"): enlarges a scythe to 30 times its original size while it's flying towards his opponent.
More More Jubai Soku (モアモア十倍速 Moa Moa Jū-bai Soku, literally meaning "More More Tenfold Speed"): increases speed to 10 times original speed,
More More Sanjubai Soku (モアモア三十倍速 Moa Moa Sanjū-bai Soku, literally meaning "More More Thityfold Speed"): increases his speed to 30 times his original speed.
Fighting style: Jeet Kune Do(Wing Chun)- not fixed or patterned, and is a philosophy with guiding thoughts. It was named for the Wing Chun concept of interception or attacking while one's opponent is about to attack. Jeet Kune Do practitioners believe in minimal movements with maximum effects and extreme speed. The system works by using different "tools" for different situations, where the situations are divided into ranges, which are kicking, punching, trapping, and grappling, where martial artists use techniques to flow smoothly between them.
Ship Position: Tba.
-For the Death and Desecration of an Entire Island
-Deaths of a Cook Captain and crewmembers. |
53,146 | 1,444 | 10 | 340 | 88 | Able sighed as Nikko threw the table. They have not been there long and already she is causing trouble. After she dealt with the first idiot who ran at her Able stands up and says "You seem to control over the situation. I am going to step outside for some clean air, do not cause too much damage if you can" He begins to walk away and comes across one of the waitresses, he hands her a bag of Beli "This should cover the drinks and the table, I advice to stay away from her" He is referring to Nikko. He walk past Nabil and Marxo ignoring Marxo about female hormones. It was a tab bit childish in his eyes,
He walks outside and see a stand for a free beer,interesting. He approaches the stand and a stranger who is talking to the lady about her advertisement. Able made sure to fix his Kimono so it covers up the bandages wrapped around his chest. Once he gets to the stand he says " Good day I would like to try one of your specialty brews today." | Name: Ableyo Samenoken
Appearance:
Height/Weight:9'6/230'
Age:24
Personality:
Despite his tormented life Ableyo always seems to be optimistic and always looking forward to a brighter future. His training as a child made him into a very disciplined person and usually comes off as rude due to his straight forward attitude. Ultimately he is kind and can be seen as a father figure as he always willing to lend anyone advice if he can give it. Due to recent events in his life he has tried to ultimately relax and live life to its fullest for life is short.
He usually spend his days training, meditating or other hobbies like writing. Despite what others have done to him he does not harbor any ill will to other races, as he knows not everyone carry the sins of their own kind. Their are some times though were he haunting memories comes back and this usually appears when he is holding his left side of his chest.
Home Island/Sea: Wano Country
History:
Ableyo grew up in the Wano Country in a respected fishmen clan known as the Samenoken (Translate to Shark Sword). Their they taught him everything he needed to know about being a Samurai but he had no interest, and practiced half heartily despite the disapproval of his clan. One day when Ableyo was 12 his clan was attacked by a crew of pirates/slavers. He saw his own friends and family killed in front of him, and he tried to fight back but he was to weak. That night only a handful of the clan managed to escape, Ableyo however was not so lucky. He was sold at the highest bitter and began working as a slave for a Celestial Dragon. He was branded on his left chest even to this day the pain is still there.
Once the Celestial Dragon was finished with him he was sold for dirt cheap to work as manual labor. Each day the memories of his clans destruction still vivid in his mind and he vowed to never allow that to happen again, so whenever he could he trained. For once took his training seriously with a strong goal fueling his resolve.
Ultimately events happen to were he was able to escape his slavery and join Nikko, but all that is a story for another day.
Fruit: Too awesome for fruit powers
Fighting style:
He uses a one sword fighting style usually with two hands unless he needs his left hand for something else.....like punching or grabbing something. The Samenoken swordsmanship relies on finding a opening in a opponents defense and unleashing a brutal attack when that opening is found. So when it looks like he is outmatched it really is him looking for a opportunity to strike.
All techniques are much stronger in water as with most fishman fighting styles.
* Sudden dash: Its a stepping technique were the user can bolt forward at incredible speeds, even when the user is not in motion. This is the foundation for most of the Samenoken fighting style.
* Shark Leap strike: Once the user see a opening in the opponents defense the user uses Sudden dash along with a horizontal or vertical strike. The sudden speed from the dash gives this strike a ton of brute power.
* One slash many strikes : A strike attack that uses the concept of Sudden Dash but with their arms not their legs. Doing so allows the user to make multiple attacks so quick it looks like one strike. Right now the user can only use a maximum of three strikes.
* Launching water missile : The user strikes so the moisture or body of water in the area compresses to become a projectile weapon. This attack is weaker with less water in the area.
* The water hypnosis trance: a type of trance a user puts himself in, in order to fool his body into thinking its under water by using the moisture around him. It increases his physical abilities and endurance but sadly lasts only a few minutes, upon which he can not do it again unless the user risks damages to his psyche. Completely useless in the desert.
Ship Positions: 1st Mate
Bounty: 0 |
53,147 | 1,444 | 11 | 143 | 656 | Amelia
Amelia watched people walking by her stand for a good couple of minutes before she turned her head glancing at a particular young man approaching her stand. After she saw the look on the man's face, she let out a small gasp and smiled, thinking her prayers have been answered. She could easily recognize the face of a thirsty customer, having worked in her father's tavern for many years. She turned to the man and politely bowed at him before speaking. "Why hello there sir! It is indeed your lucky day as you get to be the first person to taste my glorious self-made brew! It is not a scam I promise you that! My brew is one of a kind! Please try one! You will see that it is worth every beli!" She offered trying the best she can to get this man to try her ale. She wasn't exactly the best saleswoman, telling someone they were going to be the first to drink this mysterious beer wasn't the best thing to say. However, Amelia had the face of a honest person and her words were sincere.
It was not even a minute and she already had another customer. Has the gods shined down on Amelia? Regardless, she instantly turned to the second voice that called out to her, only to lay eyes on a rather intimidating fishman overshadowing her this time. "Eek!" She let out. It was her first time seeing a fishman and it gave her quite the scare, but she swiftly recollected herself trying not to be rude. She quickly bowed to the fishman in a apologetic manner, still a bit startled by his appearance. "Oh my! A fishman! I've heard stories about merfolk, but never once have I met one in person! Forgive me for my outburst sir. But yes, you may try out one of my self-made brews! As I was telling this gentleman here, it is a one of a kind! Please, try one!" She cheerfully stated and picked up a mug with both hands offering it to the large fishman. A small smile went across her face as the fishman would see she was not comfortable being so close to a big strong fishman like himself. | Name: Amelia Mitsue
Appearance:
Height/Weight: 5'7” / 170cm and 120lbs / 54kg
Age: 22
Personality: Amelia is a lively girl who always seem to have an innocent smile on her face. Her presence illuminates the room with kindness and welcomes people into her life with open arms. Her voice is angelic and speaks in a quiet tone most of the time. She would be the last person you'd expect a fight from due to her passive attitude. That is...until she gets a drop of alcohol on her lips. Then she would have a major personality shift. The happy go-lucky girl you knew would go into a drunken frenzy, smashing tables, breaking windows, and above all, she would have a frightening appetite. She is far more aggressive and rude in her drunken state as she will literally hit on the guys she comes across. When her buzz decreases, there's a small period of time where she is in between personalities thus becoming dull and boring, not even reacting to any comical attempts to get her to blink.
Home Island/Sea: East Blue
History: When Amelia was a little girl, all she could remember was the tavern she grew up in. She remembers serving food, drinks, and hung out in the kitchen watching her father brew some delicious ale. She has never met her mother before, but her father would always tell her that her mother was busy advertising their tavern across the seas. In reality, her mother was an adventurous pirate. Her father kept the truth from her hoping that she wouldn't become like her mother. The time came when little Amelia was old enough to sail out on her own. She wanted to spread her family's ale across the seas and find her mother so they can meet at last.
Fruit: None
Fighting style: Drunken Combat: Amelia can only fight when she is intoxicated. Her strength and speed are enhanced along with reduced pain and numbness only in this state. She will feel the full effects when she is sober.
Bushoshoku/Armament Haki: Amelia is capable of performing Bushoshoku haki, but only in her drunken state currently.
Drunken Step- A technique that's always being used during her drunken state. This causes herself to become harder to read visually by 'blurring' herself with rapid movements of her body. Whenever she moves, she leaves behind a feint after image of herself that disappears no more than one second.
Drunken Fists/Kicks- A simple kick or punch infused with haki for devastating results.
Drunken Palms/Chops- An alternative she uses whenever punches do not work since it gives a wider reach.
Drunken Toss- She simply grabs her target, spins around a couple times and tosses whatever she has violently into whatever the hell she wants.
Drunken X-Chop- Possibly the only long ranged technique she knows. She positions her arms out in front to form an 'X' and swiftly slices the air to send a nicely x-shaped wind blade at her opponents.
Ship Positions: Brewer
Bounty: 0 |
53,148 | 1,444 | 12 | 1,987 | 4,574 | Polly Roger - The Rusty Wench Tavern
Polly almost jumped out of her skin as the sharkman slammed the table. He'd noticed her? Well, thinking about it he probably saw her duck under the table earlier... She'd been sure both his and his female companion's attentions were diverted when she did so, though, but apparently they were more perceptive than she gave them credit for. Well, all she could do right now is just pop her head out from under the table and introducer herse-
...Oh, the girl had just flipped the table. And then... Kicked it so hard that it was now currently embedded in the tavern's ceiling. No use in hiding anymore, the thief though, This woman is clearly a psychopath.
The pointy-eared woman clearly had anger issues, at least. Of course, Polly knew fine well what anger you into: a schmuck. Not only that, but she seemed like a strong schmuck. And she seemed to be gathering a pirate crew, which meant only one thing... She was headed for the Grand Line. And since this suited her needs rather well, Polly figured it might be a good idea to take up the sharkman's offer of being their first crewmate...
"I don't even have one of those, captain!" Faking a smile and saluting, Polly responded to the pointy-eared girl's taunt as her mind groaned at her. That's the angle you're going for, Polly? Eeesh, I know it's hard to work under pressure, but still... It seemed like she wasn't the only one with interest in this woman, however, as two men had approached the debris where once stood a table; one with black hair and one with white hair. And as soon as the white haired one opened his mouth, Polly could tell she wasn't going to get along with him. Geez, what a jackass! She didn't even want to dignify him with a verbal response, so instead the diminuative thief backed behind the pointy-eared girl and stuck her tongue out at white-hair. | Name: Polly Roger ("Not that Roger!"; she's not actually related to a certain Pirate King despite her surname, and gets a bit annoyed when people assume so.)
Age: 16
Appearance: In her hybrid form. Her human form basically looks the same, but with human limbs; in both human and hybrid form she only stands at about 5'/152cm. In beast form she becomes a 6'/182cm tall parrot wearing a bandana.
Personality: Chirpy and friendly, although this is mostly because it makes it easier for her to swindle you. Polly's pretty street smart, and whilst she's not always trying to con you it's best to keep your guard up around her lest your wallet goes missing. She's possessed of a great wanderlust, and has always wanted to see the world; being a pirate just seems to fit into this dream, although her penchant for theft kind of fits too. She prefers to sleep outside, where she can see the stars; her personal favourite spot is, naturally, the crow's nest.
Home Island/Sea: Rogueport, East Blue.
History: As an orphan growing up in an island full of cuthroats like Rogueport, there really wasn't much other option for Polly than to become a thieving street rat. Most of her childhood was spent evading what little authority existed on the island whilst stealing whatever she needed to survive (as well as a little extra to keep her comfy). Naturally, she always dreamed of one day leaving Rogueport; she felt like a bird in a cage, and wanted to stretch her at the time metaphorical wings and head out into the world, to see all the strange and exotic places she'd heard lay on the Grand Line. It was all just a dream for her, though, until one fateful day when she stole a bizarre looking fruit from a visiting pirate crew. Hungry (and wanting to dispose of the evidence), she bit into it, the horrid taste making her initially regret this... Until she noticed that her arms were now a pair of brightly coloured wings! She'd heard tales of the legendary Devil Fruits before, but never before had she thought she'd ever see one herself, let alone eat one... Quickly gathering whatever supplies she could fit into a shoulderbag, she bid farewell to Rogueport and, after a few attempts, took to the skies and headed off into the world...
Fruit: Bird-Bird Fruit (Model: Parrot) - A Zoan-type Devil Fruit that allows the user to turn into a parrot, or a parrot-human hybrid. In hybrid form, Polly becomes a harpy-like creature, her arms becoming wings and her legs becoming talons. Zoan hybrids forms usually benefit from an increase in strength and Polly is no exception; specifically, her bird-limbs are much stronger than those of a human, and her talons are pretty sharp. Most notably is, of course, the ability to fly that her wings give her. In her beast form, she grows in height by about a foot and turns into a giant parrot; her strength is boosted even further, although she is still incredibly unused to this form and is rather clumsy when using it; because of this she prefers to use her smaller hybrid form. In all forms, she has exceptional eyesight, and can mimic the voices of anyone she's heard at least once before. Whilst she's currently unaware of it at the moment, Polly can talk to birds.
Fighting style: Due to her notable lack of hands in both hybrid and beast forms, Polly's fighting style heavily revolves around using her legs; whilst her wings are strong, they lack dexterity and can really only be used to slap opponents. Due to her ability to fly, she usually stays above her opponent before diving down to attack when the opportunity presents itself. She has no formal training, however, and most of her knowledge of combat comes from what she learned on the streets and in bar fights; as such she can fight kind of dirty at times.
Ship Positions: Navigator. Due to her Devil Fruit powers, she can easily fly off to scout ahead; in addition she has learned the basics of navigating from researching it herself in her youth, when she dreamed of heading off into the world.
Bounty: 50,000, for petty larceny (redeemable only in Rogueport). |
53,149 | 1,444 | 13 | 330 | 219 | Neurotic cook. Reckless knife fighter. Paranoid merchant.
"Order up!" a young girl calls out, sliding the most recent dish across the half-wall separating the kitchen from the bar. An simple, yet exquisite dish, citrus salmon with a hint of mint. The portions were large enough for the average, working man, and worth every beri.
"Hey Nyxie, how long ya here for this time?" one of the waitresses inquires as she leans on the half-wall, chewing a piece of gum quite noisily.
"Hmm?" Nyx turns her good ear towards her co-worker, tearing her gaze from the skillet. "Didn't quite catch that, May baby."
"I says, when are ya leavin' us? You been in port almos' a week, usually ya not here that damn long."
"Well, we had a casualty to the ship on our way in, hit a rock or some such. Big ole hole, should be patched in a month or so." the young chef grabs a plate, neatly scooping the sauteed meat onto it and arranging a few slices of lime around the pork as garnish.
"You poor dear, I know how much you hate being stuck with us landlubbers and all.." the girl takes the dish, hips swaying as she walks away to deliver it. She soon comes back, shaking her head, still holding the food. "Nyxie, some young, neurotic brats are tearing up the place again. Not even drunk by the smells of 'em. You know you're the only one of us that can really defend herself.. Help us out, yeah?"
Nyx pauses in her prepping, smiling to herself. "It's been much too long since I've smelled blood.." then, to her friend, "I'll be out in just a moment, dear. Can you try to limit the damage in the meantime?" Nyx sets her prep work aside, wiping her hands on a nearby dishrag and turning off the stove. She makes her way to the bar, weaving around tables to see the cause of the commotion. She spots one of their newest workers rooted to the spot, with two dishes in her hands. Nyx gently plucks the pork and salmon orders yet to be delivered from her hands, approaching two men that seemed to be getting riled up by another duo across the room. "Excuse me, gentlemen.. Did you order the ginger pork tenderloin, with a side of salad? And triple citrus glazed salmon with fries?" | Name: Nyx
Height/Weight: 5'6"/140lbs
Age: 23
Personality: Being an only child, Nyx had to keep herself entertained when her parents weren't around. That caused her to become adventurous and have a thirst for knowledge. She can be over dramatic at times, border lining neurotic, but for the most part she is upbeat. Her main flaw is her impulsive, reckless decision-making-skills, caused by her impatience. Despite her being a risk-taker, Nyx has a constant paranoia due to her partial-deafness, and is constantly looking over her shoulder.
Quirks: Nyx has and annoying habit of clicking her tongue when she's waiting for something, along with an overall fidgety nature.
Home Island/Sea: East Blue
History: Nyx isn't sure where she hails from, all she knows is she was found in a lifeboat with three others aboard the same ship when it went down. Her adoptive father and his crew came across the survivors while trawling, and the only one conscious told him that they were attacked while crossing the East Blue. By what, or whom, is unclear, as all three men were pronounced dead by the time they reached land. Nyx was diagnosed with Scarlett Fever shortly after being taken in by her new family, but she pulled through, although suffering permanent damage to her hearing. She grew up on a small island, out of the way from pretty much anything, so life was pretty dull. She worked with her adoptive mother as a cook, and sometimes with her fisherman of a dad, until she was 17 and a position opened up on a merchant ship for a chef. Her parents supported her decision to leave, knowing that adventure was something Nyx had always fantasized about. She keeps a picture of them in her pocket watch, and vows to return once she's seen every corner of the four seas.
Fighting style: Nyx is proficient in Dambe, as her father and his crew taught Nyx how to fend for herself. With weapons, she prefers small blades a foot or shorter in length. She uses her culinary knowledge to concoct poisons, and is also a bit of a pyrotechnic.
Ship Positions: Chef
Bounty: 0 |
53,150 | 1,444 | 14 | 2,747 | 345 | Nikkai braces herself as another person comes at her. In fact there were three of them. Aiming carefully she knocks the one into the other two sending them all back. Most of the men in the bar had gotten the clue that they probably shouldn't attack her. However this was also growing boring and quick. The initial reason behind her outburst wasn't simply to pick a fight but to coax out those who weren't just weaklings. If someone could take her punch and stay standing then it would be a sign they might not die before they reach their first island.
She turns her head over to the white haired man who said some sexist something or another. She hardly listened. However she did take note that he was one of the few in this tavern that wasn't pretty much useless. Then she heard the little bird girl call her 'captain' and it made her feel strangely happy with that. Even in her time with Able he never called her captain. Though to be fair it was just the two of them so it would sound like it was making fun of her. Captain of two. But hopefully after today she will have a crew.
"Of course you don't little one." She says patting her on her head. "I like you. If you want to join our crew I'd be more than happy to have you there." She gives her a quick smile and then turns back to the crowd. This time her smile seems more devilish. "As for the rest of you I'd have to be convinced any of you would be wroth the boot space on my ship." She looks over at the two that still haven't gotten up from their table. Either they were not easily rattled or perhaps they simply didn't feel the need to fight. Either way it probably meant they were strong.
Walking briskly over to them through the crowd of people she pulls up a chair...er rather took it from someone still sitting in it. She also took a bottle of rum off of an adjacent table before sitting between the two. She sits casually as if there was no intention of fighting but their instincts would tell them otherwise. She takes her gloved hand and pulls the cork out of the rum bottle and flicks it out of sight and out of mind. Taking a swig she leans back in her chair balancing it on two legs and props up her feet on the table.
"Sooooo..." she starts with an intentionally annoying and elongated tone. ".. I take it the two of you aren't newbies to the grand line are ya?" she keeps her gaze between them so they were both in their peripheral vision. "Lets cut to the chase. I'm looking for a crew. I was hoping that my taunting would prompt some kind of reaction. I was wrong. The two of you smell like blood and violence. I like that. But before I ever extend you an offer you can't refuse I'd like to see what the two of you are made of." Tilting back the rum bottle she finishes it and then slams it on the table. | Name: Nikko Tenchi
Appearance:
Height/Weight: 5ft'7in/ enough
Age: Appears to be about 18.
Personality:
While in public she seems well put together and confident in private she is often childish and stubborn. She is headstrong no matter where she is however. Once her mind is made up it would take an act of god to change it. In fact if history provides any reference even that might not. While generally a happy-go-lucky kind of person she has hot blood running through her veins. She may break tables or throw things through walls when she gets angry (or just drunk).
It is her inquisitive and curious mind that rules her passion. Her favorite thing to do is to experiment or tinker with things. She has a vast desire to know how things work and to replicate them herself. Her collar and gloves are made with her inventing in mind. Her goggles, which are of her own invention stay on her head without any support at all. She can move them around where she needs and will often bring them down over her eyes during a fight that seems dangerous.
Home Island/Sea: Taiko Island
History:
I am breaking my own rule slightly as some of her past has to do with the overall plot. But in the recent year she has made her name adventuring a bit through different parts of the grand line. While never declaring herself as a pirate per-se she has always considered herself one ever since she has left home which was a year and a half ago. Since then she has met plenty of people.
Roughly one month ago she met a person who rivaled her in strength. It was a massive shark fishman hailing from the Wano Country. They initially didn't like each other as he was a bit rude and didn't have the proper respect for women that she felt she deserved. They got into no less than three fights before drawing the attention of a prominent pirate of the area. The two were forced to work together to escape. However in the rush they found themselves stuck in the calm belt.
Having spent three days in the calm belt fighting off sea kings and running like hell they managed to pop out in west blue. From there they found a pirate with a bounty worth only a million. It was hardly even effort to take down this man and his crew but it did provide them with enough spending money to ferry a ride with a group of people heading into the grand line.
Fruit: None
Fighting style:
Brawling. Despite her petite figure she is actually incredibly physically strong. Her punch packs a hell of a wallop and her speed is nothing to sniff at. Her style of fighting doesn't follow any particular martial art and is mostly self taught. However despite this self taught style she incorporates moves from several different arts into her own.
For example many of her punches seem to be a mix between the way Karate and Boxing punch. However the movements are more fluid and natural than stylized. Many of her kicks seem to come from Tae Kwan do or Muai Thai. She knows how to grapple and throw as well. Her grip is strong enough to stop most ships and the gloves that she wear are made of an incredible material that doesn't seem to rip or tear no matter how much pressure and tension she puts on them.
Haki of Observation is her most powerful Haki at this point. She has useage of the Haki of Armament as well.
Ship Positions: Captain/Shipwright (looking for apprentice shipwright)
Bounty: Currently 0 |
53,151 | 1,444 | 15 | 1,091 | 48 | Ahio
”Not a scam.” were the only words which Ahio needed to hear before his face nearly morphed into the literal representation of glee. He was so ecstatic to hear those words and get to drink something which didn’t taste like pisswater and salt. In fact, he was happy to drink something which wasn’t served by somebody who looked like they had given up on life. Ahio reached for a mug but stopped halfway there before looking the at the large fishman standing nearby. He was a big man, or is it better to call them a fish, either way Ahio questioned what such a person was doing in a town like this. He didn’t seem like some dejected nobody who had failed going to the Grand Line nor did he seem like some new kid who was looking to join somebody’s crew. Either way, Ahio decided it was best not to question it and grabbed the wooden mug.
Almost as if to throw up a big middle finger at Ahio, the mug burst into flames lighting the alcohol in the process. The sheer anger Ahio seemed to be emitting would have been enough to scare anybody who was actually paying attention as the threw the mug down the street, still on fire of course. Before Ahio realized what was going, a spark of electricity traveled up and down his blades creating a nearly inaudible crackling sound. Calm yourself, anger only makes it more difficult to control. Ahio told himself as he stood still for a few seconds, as plain as a statue. Then, the idea popped in his head to pass it off as all part of his plan. ”The proves it, it is most definitely alcohol. If it was water it wouldn’t have burned. Sorry about the mug though lady, it was just sort of collateral. Here, take this as payment for the mug” Ahio said as he handed over a hundred and fifty beri. The metal coins of the beri sparked with small burst of electricity as he placed the on the stand, as careful as possible as to not catch it on fire as well. | Name: Ahio F. Pardol
Nickname(s): None currently(To be developed as he becomes more well known)
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Height: 175cm(5’9)
Weight: 91kg(201lbs)
Personality:
“Not every step along the way has to be calculate, sometimes you just feel that the next step is the right step without thinking.”
Ahio is not the kind of man who falters when it comes acting and likes to put himself at odds with everybody even if it means fighting the world. He likes the challenge of proving people wrong, of proving that he can do anything and everything There is not a single instance in his life where Ahio has been forced to give up his dream of becoming the single greatest swordsman in existence simply because he couldn’t win a battle. Losing is an option but for him, it is meant to be the last option and only preferable to death. He lives by the code that all swordsman from his homeland live by; a cut to one’s back is dishonorable if it is received by running away. Once his loyalty is earned, he can be the most trustworthy man there is.
Status: Location; unknown believed to be alive and well.
Home Island/Sea: Tagimusha Island, Island of Samurai, North Blue Sea
History: Ahio is the youngest son of Higara Pardol of Tagimusha Island and the only one to be trained by the man known for fighting with two swords. From the time Ahio was strong enough to life a wooden sword he was trained to live by the standards of his people.
“It is not the strength of the sword but the strength of the man wielding it which will determine the outcome of a battle.”
For nearly twelve years these words were ingrained into Ahio by his father during training. His body and mind would lend strength to the blades he wields instead of relying on the strength of the blade to support him. A swordsman who relies on the blade is just as likely to fail as his steel is after using it too much. But, Ahio would not last long in his father’s care for old man Higara was dying and it would cause the greatest change in the young boys life. A few months before Ahio was to leave for the outside world, Higara died and gave him the greatest will the young man could ever receive. He came into possession of the Goro Goro no Mi which his father had received as payment a long time ago and was given his father’s swords, Jigon and Migurashi. Upon consuming the Goro Goro no Mi, Ahio became a man of lightning but has not quite developed the best control over his powers. Since then, he has arrived at an island near Reverse Mountain with hopes of setting off on an adventure to master his powers and become the greatest swordsman ever.
Fruit: Goro Goro no Mi, the Rumble-Rumble fruit. The Rumble fruit allows Ahio to become a lightning human, though he hasn’t quite begun to gain the control required to stay in his lightning form yet. Having only possessed the fruit for about two or three months, he is unsure of time span really, Ahio doesn’t quite possess the control to not cause massive damage to the surroundings and innocents around him properly. The longest Ahio has used his lightning form was thirteen minutes and even then it was unstable past ten minutes. Alternatively, he can turn his forearms into lightning and ‘throw’ blades of lightning. These blades travel around two to three meters with dissipating power after the first meter.
Fighting Style:
Primary: Nitoryu, two-sword style
•Two Sword Style: Pin Strike, Rather than using the full blade of his katanas, Ahio uses only the the tip of the blades to stab quickly as if using a rapier.
•Two Sword Style: Bolt, Using the Goro Goro fruit in tandem with his katanas, Ahio circulates lightning into the metal of the blades and can launch it for about two feet.
•Two Sword Style: Bull Charge, Ahio rushes towards his opponent with his blades set parallel to each other.
Secondary: Goro Goro no Mi, Rumble- Rumble fruit
•Rumble Rumble: Discharge(Hōshutsu), By focusing the powers of his rumble fruit into the tips of his swords or finger, Ahio can launch miniature bolts of lightning.
•Rumble Rumble: Twenty Bolt Strike, By using his blades in conjunction with his lightning powers, Ahio can launch twenty lightning blade with ease. Though, this attack isn’t very strong as the charge put into each blade is generally very low.
•Rumble Rumble: Thrown Lightning(Sōn shōmei), Ahio focuses his powers into his forearms and hands and ‘throws’ blades of lightning at the opponent.
•Rumble Rumble: Lightning Blade, The Lightning blade is the pinnacle of Ahio’s current mastery of his powers. By assuming his state of lightning, Ahio can effectively be both a weapon and the fighter. In this state he forms two swords of lightning and use them as weapons instead of his actual blades. Ahio has used four lightning blades in his lightning form before but they drastically reduced his time in the form to five minutes.
Ship Position: Brawler
Bounty: 0 |
53,152 | 1,444 | 16 | 1,093 | 305 | M a r x o
Marxo regained his awareness and returned to his seat. He couldn’t quite understand what had taken over him. Before long two women approached the table where Nabil and himself resided. The first was what seemed to be the Su Chef of The Rusty Wench. It seemed she came bearing gifts or maybe someone else’s food but who was Marxo to deny here. He already knew Nabil would have no quarrel over the bread he’d just ordered. Instead they would receive tenderloin and salmon. All they had to do was play the role.
“ Ahh yes. Glad you came when you did. My friend here is quite impatient when it comes to food. See we haven’t ate in what seems like ages. I wouldn't want to make him angry.” , replied Marxo politely to the woman as she began to sit the plates in front of strange duo. Up until now Nabil had been rather quite. This stunned Marxo . He wasn’t used to doing all the talking. The next female that approached was actually a suprise. It happened to be the little girl Marxo had blatantly disrespected just a moment ago. What suprised him even more was here line of questioning. He responded with two questions.
“ Well little lady, what is it that makes you different from the rest of these broken spirits and what would be in it for us?” | Marxo St. Laurant
Height/Weight: 6’1, 160lbs
Age:19
Personality: Marxo is quite calm and collected. He tends to speak in a very collective manner. Even in dire situation, he is always the one to keep his cool. He thinks it would better help the situation if he acts this way. It is often hard to make him made but not impossible. The most two major things that upset him are being turned down by females and running out of smokes. Other than that he remains almost monotone, from his voice, personality, and mindset. His persona is due to his past. Its almost like he has a split personality . His other half is a maniacal , senseless man with no disregard to human kind. His only interest in that time is seeing everything colored red with the blood of this enemies.
Home Island/Sea: St Laurants’ Isle,South Blue
History: Marxo was born in the East Blue . His family had traveled to the South almost immediately after he was born. They settled on a deserted island and used the wildlife to live off of. His mother happened to be a master chef but not one of legend and lore. His father on the other hand was a hunter so this made the couple well adept to their surrounding. Within the first three years of Marxo’s life his parents had already tamed the island and renamed the newly cultivated place St. Laurant’s isle after his family. At 7 he was taught how to hunt alongside his father. it seem to come naturally to the boy. his first catch was a friendly panda shark whom his father told him to release back into the sea. After all his mother had no use for such meat.
At the age of 14 ,he met his first neighbors. They had also traveled from an island off in the distance. From first sight they seemed like nice people, but eventually more unwelcomes began to turn up. Marxo saw this as a good thing but his parents knew better. They decided to establish a hierarchy with Marxo’s family heading the pack. This was agreeable since they were the first one aboard the island, but one family had different plans. They wanted the St. Laurant’s lifestyle , or better yet their lives. So one day the cooked up a scheme to take out this new head family. Since the St. Laurants’ did all of the hunting and cooking the other family decided that taking the load off of them for a day would be the best way to trick the family. It seemed like a convenience to Marxo and his family so they gladly accepted the invitation. The other would hunt and prepare a monstrous feast for the now,small village and the heads of the village but inside of the meals that they could would be either sleeping or paralyzing powder. On the night Marxo was turning 15 . He could never forget this night. It would be forever burned into his mind. His parents had been gutted like fishes in front of his very eyes. They had received the sleeping powder while he the paralyzing one. He knew they never stood a chance but he begged and pleaded with the other family. They just smiled and kept cutting till his parents resembled carved turkey. He knew he’d be next.
Just as they made their way towards him , the powder began to wear off. He could feel the blood rushing in his hands, then to his arms , and legs. Next came the pain. Tears swelled up in his eyes , as he continued to play helpless. As soon as the family made its move he’d destroy them. The father began to untie his hands. The moment he felt free he took the chair his was once sitting in and slammed it across the man’s face. He then picked up a piece of broken wood the chair and ran it like a dagger straight thru his heart. He stared at the other two women with soul-less eyes. “Your next.”, he exclaimed as he rushed towards them both with the same piece of wood he’d taken the man out with previously. He stabbed the women repeatedly until he was satisfied and passed out from exhaustion.
A few hours later he awoke to find himself on a slave tradeship, along with his fellow neighbors. The boat was headed for the east blue. He would spend the next 2 years as a cook aboard a floating restaurant in the sea until his killer mentality got the best of him and he slayed the entire crew. Before deserting the emptied cafe he’d stumbled upon an odd fruit. Upon eating the fruit his body began to turn into shadows. He later came to find out it was the “Yami Yami no Mi” fruit. For the next two years he trained and study everything he could find about the fruit .He truly wants to learn how to fully control the fruit and manipulate it to help him become a pirate.
Fruit: Moa Moa no Mi: The Moa Moa no Mi is a Paramecia-class Devil Fruit that allows the user to amplify the size or speed of any object they touch.
More More Sanjubai Giri (モアモア百倍斬り Moa Moa Hyaku-bai Giri, literally meaning "More More Thirtyfold Slash"): enlarges a scythe to 30 times its original size while it's flying towards his opponent.
More More Jubai Soku (モアモア十倍速 Moa Moa Jū-bai Soku, literally meaning "More More Tenfold Speed"): increases speed to 10 times original speed,
More More Sanjubai Soku (モアモア三十倍速 Moa Moa Sanjū-bai Soku, literally meaning "More More Thityfold Speed"): increases his speed to 30 times his original speed.
Fighting style: Jeet Kune Do(Wing Chun)- not fixed or patterned, and is a philosophy with guiding thoughts. It was named for the Wing Chun concept of interception or attacking while one's opponent is about to attack. Jeet Kune Do practitioners believe in minimal movements with maximum effects and extreme speed. The system works by using different "tools" for different situations, where the situations are divided into ranges, which are kicking, punching, trapping, and grappling, where martial artists use techniques to flow smoothly between them.
Ship Position: Tba.
-For the Death and Desecration of an Entire Island
-Deaths of a Cook Captain and crewmembers. |
53,153 | 1,444 | 17 | 2,428 | 4,471 | "The Accidentally Macabre Doctor and the Rowdy Tavern"
Walking through the town was a rather peculiar sight, well, not for this world. A rather short man with deathly pale skin with a cloak that seemed to be worn out and ancient, as if he were a timeless traveler. Some made way for him as he walked down the streets, his slanted crimson eyes looking as people avoided him like the plague, all the while wondering: "...I-I don't smell that bad, do I? I washed this coat yesterday..." And, it was true. His dirty looking coat did indeed smell of fabric softener and lavender, if ever so slightly.
A little girl he passed by hugged her mother's leg, while he felt a tinge of pain in his throat. "M-M-M-Maybe I'm just cr-cr-creepy," he pondered, before dissapearing down an alleyway, to go crouch in a corner, dejected from his lack of social skills. The short doctor would spend a good half an hour there, finding a rather hungry looking cat to pet, before going off to replenish his supply of vodka. Worked fairly well as a cheap disinfectant, albeit a painful one. Nearly walking past a woman who appeared to be giving out single pitchers of ale for free, he stopped on his heel, hood and mask still covering most of his face as he asked: "...What p-proof is your alcohol?" as he looked judgingly at the ale, barely picking up his stutter fast enough to make it hard to hear. "Please don't think I'm creepy..." he pleaded mentally, accidentally glaring at the pink haired lady as he waited for her response.
Looking over to the other person who was there, a fishman, he noticed something very faint and very quick. Maybe it was the slight delay one might have when reacting with an injured body part, or the distinct scent of bandages over a bloodied wound, but he felt compelled to ask: "A-A-Are you injured? I'ma-a-a doctor," as he jittered nervously. This fish man was big, and RIPPED. And had a sword. Maybe he should have shut up and taken the free alcohol. "PLEASE DON'T THINK I'M CREEPY!"he mentally shouted, staring at the fish-man with accidentally intense eyes. | Name: Leonard Siegfriedt
Appearance:
(Ignore the gun, his pansy ass probably couldn't even lift it)
Height/Weight: 5’2, 112 lbs.
Age: 19
Personality: While Leonard may seem like a rather grim person, that’s just a misconception most people would get from his clothing. He’s actually rather shy, and tries to hide as much of himself from others as he can, hence the hood and the faceguard. He’s actually a lot nicer than you’d take him for, difficult to anger and easy to please. As a doctor, he believes it to be his duty to help the unwell, and can’t stand to see people suffer when he can do something to help. Even though he has Hypochondriasis.
Home Island: North Blue, Principality of Eurijk
History: To understand why Leonard is the way he is, it’s more important to know who his parents were, or rather, parent. A woman by the name of Charlotte Siegfriedt, infamously known as the Plague Woman. A person who consumed a rather odd Devil-Fruit by the name of the Toru-Toru no Mi, the Thieving fruit. Despite the powerful nature of the fruit, Charlotte solely used the innately malicious power of the fruit to, rather than steal things such as other’s organs or lives, instead stole from them their ailments, their weariment, their sickness, and their afflictions. Truly a saint, Charlotte traveled the world, willing to help whoever she could save by using her own body as the host for innumerable viruses.
Doing so was no easy task for her, however. The pain was unbearable at times, with several fevers racking her body every week, sometimes hitting at the same time. Were it not for her strong conviction to help others, she likely would have died in her sleep countless times. Naturally, carrying that many ailments would shorten one’s lifespan dramatically, and as such, she was fated to die by the age of 30, if not sooner. Doing what she could with her remaining time, she travelled the North Blue, where she was already infamous for having eliminated the lethal Muave Pox that spread through it years before; infamous for being the only known carrier of it. As such, she was shunned and nearly stoned to death several times, resulting in the loss of one of her eyes.
From there, Leonard isn’t sure of how he came to be. He isn’t sure who his father is, or how an infant was able to be born without getting deathly ill from a woman like his mother. But what he did know was that his mother was dying every moment he was with her. It was a terrifying experience for the boy, knowing that his mother would die soon. But he never expected the day she would leave their make-shift home in the middle of the swamp-land region of Eurijk. Without a word of goodbye besides a letter telling Leonard to live honestly, his mother vanished. Sailing off to sea, she perished in the middle of the sea somewhere, her body drifting to the bottom of the sea with her host of plagues. Terribly saddened and alone, Leonard soon declined into depression, cursing the world that there was never anyone who could cure his mother of her illnesses.
Now alone in the world, Leonard studied tirelessly to perfect medicines of his own concoction, using himself and various animals around the area to test his brews. One of those concoctions also happened to nearly blow his entire home to pieces, resulting in the left side of his face to be burned quite severely. Years later, without a penny to his name, he set off into the world to cure the incurable, more than aware of his dream being absolutely ridiculous. But then...a world free of sickness never was his own dream. It was his mother’s.
Fighting Style: Do No Harm
Despite his Hippocratic Oath, Leonard understands perfectly well that in this violent world, conflict is inevitable. While not a proficient hand-to-hand fighter, he has the knowledge required to dislocate someone’s bones if given enough of an opening, as well as having amazingly precise and steady hands. Combined with his accurate vision, he is able to throw scalpels like throwing knives with a great deal of precision.
Crew Position: Doctor
Bounty: 0
Others: Wears his faceguard more to hide his face than to keep from catching something, despite his frightfully strong immune system.
While he does have the potential to have rather strong Observation Haki, he is currently unaware of Haki's existence, and has no idea how to use it.
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53,154 | 1,444 | 18 | 340 | 88 | Able was not surprised at Amelia's reaction, their is not many fishmen around this area. Still he could not help but laugh at her apology. Not a lot of people will bow down to a fishman. "You apology is accepted and appreciated. However it is also unnecessary as not many fishmen live around here and I do not expect anyone to have a normal response to my race." He grabs the mug and takes a brief sniff, it does smell of alcohol and lacks the typical smell of poison. He did not expect poison but you can never be to sure. The aroma smells really good and his mouth starts to water in anticipation.
As he puts the mug to his lips he notices Ahio mug catching on fire. He could tell he is a devil fruit user.Judging by his body language it seems like it was unintentional, maybe he had no control over his powers yet. Able made note of this however he has this great smelling brew to drink. He begins to take a sip and suddenly others can see what looks like a small pause.Then suddenly he downs the brew in seconds he slams the mug down to show his approval of the brew. "By the seas I have not ever tasted such a exceptional brew, what it is I have to know, in fact I would like two more!" He was not able to hold back his excitement the brew brought up great joy seeing he has been drinking nothing but what he can only describe as piss water.
He put 1800 Beli onto the table, then notices Leonard. The first thing Able took note of was his sheepish body language. This could be because a 9 foot tall fishman shark is standing in the middle of the street. Leonard does not seem hostile so when he asked about Able bandages. Able only smiled and said "Thank you for the offer however I am not injured." Which is true, the bandages are only hiding the Celestial Dragon branding on his left chest. Hmm a doctor huh we could use one for the crew. He then said "I do however know of someone who could use help from someone of your talents. Once I get my other two mugs we will go see her. You two should follow, defiantly you brew vendor because you may earn more money" The two he spoke of was Ahio, and Amelia. | Name: Ableyo Samenoken
Appearance:
Height/Weight:9'6/230'
Age:24
Personality:
Despite his tormented life Ableyo always seems to be optimistic and always looking forward to a brighter future. His training as a child made him into a very disciplined person and usually comes off as rude due to his straight forward attitude. Ultimately he is kind and can be seen as a father figure as he always willing to lend anyone advice if he can give it. Due to recent events in his life he has tried to ultimately relax and live life to its fullest for life is short.
He usually spend his days training, meditating or other hobbies like writing. Despite what others have done to him he does not harbor any ill will to other races, as he knows not everyone carry the sins of their own kind. Their are some times though were he haunting memories comes back and this usually appears when he is holding his left side of his chest.
Home Island/Sea: Wano Country
History:
Ableyo grew up in the Wano Country in a respected fishmen clan known as the Samenoken (Translate to Shark Sword). Their they taught him everything he needed to know about being a Samurai but he had no interest, and practiced half heartily despite the disapproval of his clan. One day when Ableyo was 12 his clan was attacked by a crew of pirates/slavers. He saw his own friends and family killed in front of him, and he tried to fight back but he was to weak. That night only a handful of the clan managed to escape, Ableyo however was not so lucky. He was sold at the highest bitter and began working as a slave for a Celestial Dragon. He was branded on his left chest even to this day the pain is still there.
Once the Celestial Dragon was finished with him he was sold for dirt cheap to work as manual labor. Each day the memories of his clans destruction still vivid in his mind and he vowed to never allow that to happen again, so whenever he could he trained. For once took his training seriously with a strong goal fueling his resolve.
Ultimately events happen to were he was able to escape his slavery and join Nikko, but all that is a story for another day.
Fruit: Too awesome for fruit powers
Fighting style:
He uses a one sword fighting style usually with two hands unless he needs his left hand for something else.....like punching or grabbing something. The Samenoken swordsmanship relies on finding a opening in a opponents defense and unleashing a brutal attack when that opening is found. So when it looks like he is outmatched it really is him looking for a opportunity to strike.
All techniques are much stronger in water as with most fishman fighting styles.
* Sudden dash: Its a stepping technique were the user can bolt forward at incredible speeds, even when the user is not in motion. This is the foundation for most of the Samenoken fighting style.
* Shark Leap strike: Once the user see a opening in the opponents defense the user uses Sudden dash along with a horizontal or vertical strike. The sudden speed from the dash gives this strike a ton of brute power.
* One slash many strikes : A strike attack that uses the concept of Sudden Dash but with their arms not their legs. Doing so allows the user to make multiple attacks so quick it looks like one strike. Right now the user can only use a maximum of three strikes.
* Launching water missile : The user strikes so the moisture or body of water in the area compresses to become a projectile weapon. This attack is weaker with less water in the area.
* The water hypnosis trance: a type of trance a user puts himself in, in order to fool his body into thinking its under water by using the moisture around him. It increases his physical abilities and endurance but sadly lasts only a few minutes, upon which he can not do it again unless the user risks damages to his psyche. Completely useless in the desert.
Ship Positions: 1st Mate
Bounty: 0 |
53,155 | 1,444 | 19 | 1,966 | 2,605 | Nabil.
Nabil had been patiently waiting for the new waitress to approach. In her hands was of course a foreign platter, an array of food that he hadn’t ordered but would surely take. A devious frown formed on his lips as Marxo explained him to a tee. It was quite ugly to deny him his food and was one of the quickest way to piss him off. He had once burned down an entire restaurant just for that same reason.
Now that I look back on that, I sorta regret it. They had some damn good casserole.
As the plates were placed on the shabby table, Nabil dug in unrestrained. His mouth full, he wholly ignored the obnoxious elven women. Though her words had gotten into his head, he had decided her offer was … uninspiring. Yea, that was the word he was thinking about. Once Marxo expressed some form of interest in her proposal, he glanced up at the man from his meal.
He wouldn’t attempt to stop him if he wished to join her. But at the same time, it would be saddening to lose someone he trusted. Friends like those were hard to come by.
Just after Marxo’s own question, Nabil sat back in his chair, laid an arm on the table, and stared at the woman with dead-pan eyes. “You’re not worth it. The trouble that is. Fighting you would only cause me to be sore in the morning. And you bed-ridden. I suggest you use your words and not your fist, girly. Showing off is no way to earn respect.” | Name: Nabil "The Calm" Valley
Height/Weight: 5’9” / 142lbs
Age: 18
The alias “The Calm” was given to Nabil due to his infallible ability to seem un-phased by most antagonist. Some assume that he hides an intelligence behind this composed wall. Those are lies. He is as smart as the next man, maybe a bit more so, but that’s mainly due to his innate caution. He knows when to shut his mouth and when to speak out against others. In that aspect, he travels in a gray area. Where one person’s reality is not his own, but instead an adjacent to what could have been. In other words, he attempts to empathize with others. His love for the sea is directly tied to his extensive love for freedom, which contradicts his abnormal caution.
Home Island/Sea: Provestal Island.
The son of two Marines, it was very unlikely that Nabil would later become a pirate. In fact, his parent’s loving nature left little to be desired. When the two were deployed, expecting to be gone for several years, he was sent to live with distant relatives on Provestal Island. A quaint, small place where a unnerving calm saturated the air.
On the island he explored the deep woods that surrounded the small town. Finding interest in the giant wild life and floral. He couldn’t understand it for the longest, unwilling to show his ignorance he would remain that way for several months. When he finally asked his aunt and cousin, they explained that the oxygen levels on the island was abnormally high. He took those words to face value and continued finish his breakfast, a rather calm fascination now inside of him.
By the age of thirteen, Nabil had seemingly become the living force of Provestal Isle’s calm. Though many had resided on the isle, not many could match his level of tranquil. When others were too afraid to enter the force, he would walk through the greenery, alongside the giant beasts, and gaze at the crater in its center. Every day he returned there, he felt the urge to delve inside grow stronger. It was like the sound of the careening waterfall hitting the dark bottom was a calling card. It beckoned for him to adventure below but caution staid his descent.
At the age of fifteen, Provestal Isle was visited by a band of pirates. They washed ashore on a broken and shattered boat, the captain deeply worried about his crew. The island offered them shelter for three nights. Those three nights were filled with stories of stormy adventures and fanciful tales of the unnatural. Needless to say, Nabil was enticed by them. On the fourth night, the Marines surrounded the isle with a fleet of ranked officers. The Pirate Captain, who expressed his desire to not tangle the island up in his affairs had decided to give himself up. He left with his crew moments later.
An hour had peacefully passed before cannon fire had begun to rain down. A scarce group of the pirates returned in tears, warning that the marines was going to kill them all, despite their surrender. Behind them, the marines trampled forward. Nabil and his cousin, along with others, were told to retreat to the forest. To let the beasts protect them as a last resort. As Nabil guided his cousin to the crater, he could hear the cries of villagers as some of the beasts prowled on them. Dark smoke soon billowed from the tree line, orange heat lined its treetops.
Nabil believed his cousin and himself to be safe. That was until canon fire came dangerously close to them. Fear led him to trying to convince his cousin to dive into the crater with him; the promise of water below was not enough though. The boy, who was supposed to jump on three with him, had stayed on top, where canon fire had seared his face and tossed him out of sight.
At the bottom of the cavern spring, Nabil immediately swore vengeance on the Marines. He followed the water to the mouth of the island, one that led out into the ocean. Once he returned back to the shore, he witnessed the pirate captain shackled and ready to be inhumanly executed. Nabil realized that the majority of the Marines had left during his long stay in the cavern and that only a few was left. He would have heroically saved the guy, if he had been so afraid.
He was shot several times in the head before finally being left alone. Nabil waited until nightfall, when the sea was quiet and empty till he finally approached. The captain was dead but the beach was littered with members of his crew. As Nabil walked through, a bloodied hand grabbed him and instructed, with vexation in his voice, to avenge them. With that in mind, he told Nabil the location of a treasure near the inn in the village.
The village was burned to the ground and Nabil had all but given up hope on finding anyone alive. They all had bullets in them, one for each alive he figured. Once to the treasure chest, he found a fruit inside. He bit it after a bit of hesitance and after spitting it out, found out it was a devil fruit. He became a 10,000 degrees human. Years later and he had become a pirate, one hell bent on getting in the marines way. Usually his actions were small, intervening with rookie marines in small towns and allowing the escape of other pirates. Though recently he hijacked a marine ship and sailed it to Reverse Mountain.
Devil Fruit: Atsu Atsu no Mi (Hot Hot Fruit)
Fighting style: Direct and brutish, Nabil fights in conjunction with his Hot Hot Fruit abilities. Landing searing blows and burning away those that stand in his way. He seems to know some form of martial arts, as he often lowers into a stance when fighting one on one. With all the potential of a Supenova. Nabil has the possibility to use Observation Haki, Arms Haki, and Conquerors Haki. Though these have not been explored and largely unseen. He will need immense training to bring these out of himself.
Atsu Atsu no Spears
Nabil shapes the heat that fumes from his body into several needles. He launches these needles at the speed of a musket's bullet and pierces those he's up against. With a cold calculation, he uses this technique to take out mass armies of weaklings. Though fast and effective, it pretty easy to dodge if you're perceptive.
Ship Positions: -
10,000,000 |
53,156 | 1,444 | 20 | 1,093 | 305 | M a r x o
Before the elven lady could respond , Marxo felt this displeasing tone in his partners’ voice. He guessed that Nabil thought he took the woman seriously, but after all who could with such a seen she’d caused. Marxo didn’t like the thought of disappointing Nabil. He began to immediately withdraw his first response. “ On second thought, seems to me Nabil doesn’t like your proposal. To be frank , I’ve been around my partner so long it’s hard to disagree with him. I think I’m going to have to let you down easy little lady. It’s apparent from your random outburst that Nabil is quite correct. You do seem to be more trouble than you’re worth.”
With this remark Marxo eased back into his chair. At this moment he noticed the girl taunting him out of the corner of his eye and it made him laugh a little on the inside. While Nabil stuffed his face Marxo calmly awaited his liquor. He would have no more to say to the young pirate. He really didn’t see where they’d fit in on a misfit pirate ship with an elf, a shark boy, and a rude little girl. Nabil didn’t seem to want to find out either. Marxo felt accomplished with his decision and word choice, even though they were based upon another’s thoughts . This other just happen to be his only friend for the time being. How would he dare turn his back on Nabil. He just couldn’t . It didn’t seem right if they were apart.
After pondering for mere seconds , Marxo realized he didn’t have a drink or a smoke. “Oh this just won’t do. Excuse me waitress , I still need my drinks and that those smokes. , his tone seems light and playful but honestly Marxo was beginning to get impatient again. He smiled as he spoke, not to seem like the asshole from earlier. With every second an urge to destroy everything over a cigarette cinged his mind like a freshly heated cattle prod. | Marxo St. Laurant
Height/Weight: 6’1, 160lbs
Age:19
Personality: Marxo is quite calm and collected. He tends to speak in a very collective manner. Even in dire situation, he is always the one to keep his cool. He thinks it would better help the situation if he acts this way. It is often hard to make him made but not impossible. The most two major things that upset him are being turned down by females and running out of smokes. Other than that he remains almost monotone, from his voice, personality, and mindset. His persona is due to his past. Its almost like he has a split personality . His other half is a maniacal , senseless man with no disregard to human kind. His only interest in that time is seeing everything colored red with the blood of this enemies.
Home Island/Sea: St Laurants’ Isle,South Blue
History: Marxo was born in the East Blue . His family had traveled to the South almost immediately after he was born. They settled on a deserted island and used the wildlife to live off of. His mother happened to be a master chef but not one of legend and lore. His father on the other hand was a hunter so this made the couple well adept to their surrounding. Within the first three years of Marxo’s life his parents had already tamed the island and renamed the newly cultivated place St. Laurant’s isle after his family. At 7 he was taught how to hunt alongside his father. it seem to come naturally to the boy. his first catch was a friendly panda shark whom his father told him to release back into the sea. After all his mother had no use for such meat.
At the age of 14 ,he met his first neighbors. They had also traveled from an island off in the distance. From first sight they seemed like nice people, but eventually more unwelcomes began to turn up. Marxo saw this as a good thing but his parents knew better. They decided to establish a hierarchy with Marxo’s family heading the pack. This was agreeable since they were the first one aboard the island, but one family had different plans. They wanted the St. Laurant’s lifestyle , or better yet their lives. So one day the cooked up a scheme to take out this new head family. Since the St. Laurants’ did all of the hunting and cooking the other family decided that taking the load off of them for a day would be the best way to trick the family. It seemed like a convenience to Marxo and his family so they gladly accepted the invitation. The other would hunt and prepare a monstrous feast for the now,small village and the heads of the village but inside of the meals that they could would be either sleeping or paralyzing powder. On the night Marxo was turning 15 . He could never forget this night. It would be forever burned into his mind. His parents had been gutted like fishes in front of his very eyes. They had received the sleeping powder while he the paralyzing one. He knew they never stood a chance but he begged and pleaded with the other family. They just smiled and kept cutting till his parents resembled carved turkey. He knew he’d be next.
Just as they made their way towards him , the powder began to wear off. He could feel the blood rushing in his hands, then to his arms , and legs. Next came the pain. Tears swelled up in his eyes , as he continued to play helpless. As soon as the family made its move he’d destroy them. The father began to untie his hands. The moment he felt free he took the chair his was once sitting in and slammed it across the man’s face. He then picked up a piece of broken wood the chair and ran it like a dagger straight thru his heart. He stared at the other two women with soul-less eyes. “Your next.”, he exclaimed as he rushed towards them both with the same piece of wood he’d taken the man out with previously. He stabbed the women repeatedly until he was satisfied and passed out from exhaustion.
A few hours later he awoke to find himself on a slave tradeship, along with his fellow neighbors. The boat was headed for the east blue. He would spend the next 2 years as a cook aboard a floating restaurant in the sea until his killer mentality got the best of him and he slayed the entire crew. Before deserting the emptied cafe he’d stumbled upon an odd fruit. Upon eating the fruit his body began to turn into shadows. He later came to find out it was the “Yami Yami no Mi” fruit. For the next two years he trained and study everything he could find about the fruit .He truly wants to learn how to fully control the fruit and manipulate it to help him become a pirate.
Fruit: Moa Moa no Mi: The Moa Moa no Mi is a Paramecia-class Devil Fruit that allows the user to amplify the size or speed of any object they touch.
More More Sanjubai Giri (モアモア百倍斬り Moa Moa Hyaku-bai Giri, literally meaning "More More Thirtyfold Slash"): enlarges a scythe to 30 times its original size while it's flying towards his opponent.
More More Jubai Soku (モアモア十倍速 Moa Moa Jū-bai Soku, literally meaning "More More Tenfold Speed"): increases speed to 10 times original speed,
More More Sanjubai Soku (モアモア三十倍速 Moa Moa Sanjū-bai Soku, literally meaning "More More Thityfold Speed"): increases his speed to 30 times his original speed.
Fighting style: Jeet Kune Do(Wing Chun)- not fixed or patterned, and is a philosophy with guiding thoughts. It was named for the Wing Chun concept of interception or attacking while one's opponent is about to attack. Jeet Kune Do practitioners believe in minimal movements with maximum effects and extreme speed. The system works by using different "tools" for different situations, where the situations are divided into ranges, which are kicking, punching, trapping, and grappling, where martial artists use techniques to flow smoothly between them.
Ship Position: Tba.
-For the Death and Desecration of an Entire Island
-Deaths of a Cook Captain and crewmembers. |
53,157 | 1,444 | 21 | 330 | 219 | Neurotic cook. Reckless knife fighter. Paranoid merchant.
Nyx perks up at the mention of a crew and the possibility of adventure; that is, until she sees who made the offer. She smiles in faux politeness at the lady who had come up. "Excuse me, but I have to ask you to take your business elsewhere. As it is, you have rendered four of my customers unconscious and, in a desperate bid to keep the conscious ones tempered," she gestures to the men at the table. "I've had to give them dishes that would otherwise have gone to waste due to your actions. The only thing I hate more than giving away food, is wasting it. Now if you'll excuse me, these patient gentlemen have requested drinks, and seeing as how the rest of the staff are cowering in fear, I must play bartender as well." Nyx turns back to the duo, pulling out a small box of cigars and setting it down. "What would you like to drink, Mr. Marxo, Mr. Nabil?" | Name: Nyx
Height/Weight: 5'6"/140lbs
Age: 23
Personality: Being an only child, Nyx had to keep herself entertained when her parents weren't around. That caused her to become adventurous and have a thirst for knowledge. She can be over dramatic at times, border lining neurotic, but for the most part she is upbeat. Her main flaw is her impulsive, reckless decision-making-skills, caused by her impatience. Despite her being a risk-taker, Nyx has a constant paranoia due to her partial-deafness, and is constantly looking over her shoulder.
Quirks: Nyx has and annoying habit of clicking her tongue when she's waiting for something, along with an overall fidgety nature.
Home Island/Sea: East Blue
History: Nyx isn't sure where she hails from, all she knows is she was found in a lifeboat with three others aboard the same ship when it went down. Her adoptive father and his crew came across the survivors while trawling, and the only one conscious told him that they were attacked while crossing the East Blue. By what, or whom, is unclear, as all three men were pronounced dead by the time they reached land. Nyx was diagnosed with Scarlett Fever shortly after being taken in by her new family, but she pulled through, although suffering permanent damage to her hearing. She grew up on a small island, out of the way from pretty much anything, so life was pretty dull. She worked with her adoptive mother as a cook, and sometimes with her fisherman of a dad, until she was 17 and a position opened up on a merchant ship for a chef. Her parents supported her decision to leave, knowing that adventure was something Nyx had always fantasized about. She keeps a picture of them in her pocket watch, and vows to return once she's seen every corner of the four seas.
Fighting style: Nyx is proficient in Dambe, as her father and his crew taught Nyx how to fend for herself. With weapons, she prefers small blades a foot or shorter in length. She uses her culinary knowledge to concoct poisons, and is also a bit of a pyrotechnic.
Ship Positions: Chef
Bounty: 0 |
53,158 | 1,444 | 22 | 1,760 | 416 | Eventful. Mumbled a voice from farther back in the tavern.
A young boy sat alone at a far back table, there were several empty bottles on it; not his doing of course, but whoever it was definitely had a strong constitution. Or not. It wasn't really the boy's concern. The most peculiar trait the boy had was definitely his back; he had wings, large enough to be noticeable, but not large enough to fly. A few people had taken glances, but most played it off as some kind of cosplay, much to his vexation.
The boy was simply known as "Countless," and so far he had bore witness to the creation of a recruitment stand, some thievery (although he didn't exactly call it out), the flight of a table, a challenge (of which he did not take up) that escalated into a series of fights, all of which the redhead seemed to be winning. Countless hadn't been in the Blue Sea for too long, about a week. He was sort of lost after the four-length bird dropped him off and flew away somewhere. This was his first impression of Blue Sea taverns - which didn't actually differ from the Skypiean taverns that he had been to before (with the exception of the whole table-in-the-ceiling deal). Of course, he didn't really intend to get involved in the brawl. His weapons were a bit dangerous to use indoors. Instead, he just continued to watch, letting the absurdity of the situation sink in. | 'Multi-Shot' Countless
Height/Weight:
5'4 / 65kg (143.3lbs)
Age:
16
Gender:
Male
Race:
Birkan
Personality:
Countless tends to be quite calm inside and outside of combat, and is difficult to surprise. He is quite appreciative of many things he finds in the Grand Line, as he comes from the sky islands and many of the things found in the Grand Line do not exist there. He approaches most of his problems through thinking and strategy, rather than charging in recklessly as some of his crewmates do; showing some level of heightened intelligence which befits his role as a non-physical, strategic fighter. Countless is a specialized inventor, and is very capable when his tinkering involves either Sky Warfare weaponry, or creating objects and devices with Dials, but that is the limit of his tinkering knowledge.
Countless is fairly prideful of his heritage as a Birkan, and gets irritated when people mistake his wings for a Zoan Devil Fruit power, or some kind of cosplay. As with all denizens of Skypiea, Countless shares their strange tendencies and words. He still refers to dirt as vearth, and Kenbunshoku Haki as Mantra; he also greets people with "Heso."
For some reason, he sometimes mixes up the placement of words in a sentence. Normally when he's repeating some kind of proverb, like "The greener is grass on the other side."
In a group, he takes the role of a 'deadpan snarker', and is normally the voice which points out flaws during discussions. He's also prone to feeling like the only sane person in the group, while simultaneously ignoring his own outlandish feats. In spite of this, he is loyal to the crew, and makes a conscious effort to be of use to them...
Within reason.
Home Island/Sea:
Skypiea, Grand Line
History:
For as long as he could remember, Countless was surrounded by the works of his parents. Before he was born, they had left the isle of Birka: a land of warriors, in favour of the more peaceful Sky Island of Skypiea. They had once joined the ranks of the Divine Squad, a military which served under the current "God of Skypiea." However, they eventually left these ranks in favour of a less restricted profession. They both became Bounty Hunters, but Countless' father also became a Dialer, and began to create Dial-based inventions alongside Skypieans.
Countless was always surrounded by the Dial-based devices and weapons, and was taught how to use some of them, alongside learning the methods of combat to be expected from a Bounty Hunter. His eyesight had been noted to be above average among the other children of Skypiea; when he walked around Skypiea's beaches, he would constantly point at things somewhat close to the horizon that were difficult to see, and would describe them with relative ease. Taking advantage of his gift, his parents taught him how to use ranged weaponry and artillery, almost completely ignoring the idea of melee weaponry - save for an early version of an Impact Dial Gauntlet. As a result, Countless has little proficiency when it comes to fighting at close ranges.
Years passed, and Countless had soon become one of the best snipers on the Sky Island, although it felt unfulfilling. Skypiea wasn't that large of an island, and there surely had to be much more than just the White Sea at the island's edge. In his earlier days, Countless had been told stories of the Blue Sea below, and how it was larger than the Sky Islands. The prospect of adventuring interested him, it would be a chance to hone his skills even further. Through the use of a four-length bird, Countless was able to travel from the sky, to the blue sea below. He had managed to get to the Grand Line this way, and had arrived at Reverse Mountain's Town of Contradiction.
Devil Fruit:
None.
Fighting style:
Marksmanship
As the designated sniper and gunner, Countless is extremely proficient at operating firearms and artillery, being his main form of combat alongside Sky Warfare.
Vision
His eyesight is exceptional, and he is able to see over much longer distances than the average person. He is able to make out people on faraway ships with ease. Combined with his marksmanship aim, Countless becomes a deadly artillery user and sniper.
Sky Warfare
"On sky islands, battles are fought differently than down in the Blue Sea. Oftentimes, weapons are upgraded, or even combined, with Dials. This creates incredibly powerful weapons and combat styles, allowing for tactics that would otherwise be unachievable."
Being from Skypiea, Countless is accustomed to the art of Sky Warfare, and commonly utilizes Dial-based equipment in order to create a fighting style that cannot be found within the Blue Sea. Sky Warfare is advantageous, as most people in the Blue Sea are not experienced with, or have even seen Dials before, let alone fighting against them.
Countless is a bit reliant on these weapons for combat, as his physical strength isn't that amazing next to most pirates.
Weapons:
Buster Bazooka
The signature weapon of Countless' own design. A bazooka which is unable to fire conventional ammunition, but is instead reliant on the type of Dial which is placed inside of its compartment.
For example, having a Jet Dial inside would allow the weapon to fire a powerful gust of wind; enough to propel Countless into the air if he aimed it at his feet, or a Flame Dial grant the weapon the ability to fire bursts of flames. The compartment is relatively easy to access, and it accommodates most Dial types; it's relatively easy for Countless to switch out the Dials during combat as a result.
Burst Boots
Sky warfare boots which contain Jet Dials on their soles. Similarly to how installing Milky Dials on one's shoe souls would allow flight, the Burst Boots are able to fire bursts of air which propel Countless high upward. Unlike Milky Dial-based shoes, the Burst Boots do not allow flight: it instead bestows the user with a greater jump height. One drawback of the boots is the fact that they cannot account for the fall which takes place after one is in the air, but Countless has gotten used to crashing and falling onto things (particularly people) while using the boots.
Unlike the Buster Bazooka, the Jet Dials within the Burst Boots cannot be removed.
Gust Gauntlet
Originally called God's Gauntlet, but Countless scrapped the name because it seemed too arrogant. Like his other Sky Warfare weapons, the Gust Gauntlet has a compartment in which it can hold various Dials, and changes its use based on which Dial is currently installed. In particular, the Impact Dial is a common choice for the Gust Gauntlet, although Countless tends to avoid using it due to the fact that he would have to be in melee range to do so. He frequently lends the Impact Gust Gauntlet to friends, since they normally can't handle its recoil, and it's kind of funny to watch.
Dials:
On his person, Countless only carries enough Dials to use in the Burst Bazooka and Gust Gauntlet.
. Flame Dial
. Flash Dial
. Flavor Dial
. Impact Dial
. Jet Dial
. Tone Dial
. Water Dial
Aside from that, Countless has some devices which run on more domestic Dials, such as a lamp which uses a...Lamp Dial, or an oven which uses a Heat Dial. With all these amounts of weaponry and devices, people tend to ask where he stores them.
He doesn't know.
Ship Positions:
Marksman/Gunner
Bounty:
0 |
53,159 | 1,444 | 23 | 143 | 656 | Amelia
Amelia was a bit relived when the fishman turned out to be more friendly than she thought as he accepted her apology and the mug out of her hands. She clasped her hands behind her back watching the fishman inspecting the ale of any poison until he finally chugged it down into his system. While she awaited the response of her two thirsty customers, she turned to face yet another one questioning her ale with a rather intense look which made Amelia a bit uncomfortable.
"Uh...my proof?...Ah! Yes, of course sir! If these two gentlemen behind me do not convince you about my ale, then you can feel free to try out the comparison test! After tasting my brew, you will notice the major difference in quality compared to the watered down ale that the 'Rusty Wench' serves! Please take one and taste for yourself!" She cheerfully stated and picked up a mug offering it to the little ninja, at least that is what she thought of him inside her little imagination after seeing the face mask.
Suddenly, she knew something was going on behind her back as she quickly turned her head around, merely catching a glimpse of her mug being tossed down the street while it was on fire. What on earth happened?! She stood there with her eyes blank in a comical fashion while awaiting for an explanation for the man's actions. Amelia didn't quite understand it at first, but she recalled about there being devil fruits with unimaginable powers, this was probably one of them. "Ooooooh...I see! My brew was so good that it caught on fire! How delightful! Glad you loved it that much!" She laughed completely buying into the young man's plan and accepted his collateral payment. Shortly after, the Fishman complimented her brew and decided to buy two more of her fine ale. This brought tears of joy to Amelia's eyes as her brew was finally being acknowledged. "Thank you Mr.Fishman and Mr.Fireman! You don't know how much this means to me!" She thanked them with tears weld up in her eyes as she made in just a few minutes. She picked up two mugs by the handle with her right hand while holding the ninja's free mug with her left, then her arms extended out to them offering their drinks.
"Oh, my name is Amelia by the way! I'll be glad to follow you Mr.Fishman!" She said accepting his offer, for the sake of more money to further enhance her brewing skills with the finest ingredients. | Name: Amelia Mitsue
Appearance:
Height/Weight: 5'7” / 170cm and 120lbs / 54kg
Age: 22
Personality: Amelia is a lively girl who always seem to have an innocent smile on her face. Her presence illuminates the room with kindness and welcomes people into her life with open arms. Her voice is angelic and speaks in a quiet tone most of the time. She would be the last person you'd expect a fight from due to her passive attitude. That is...until she gets a drop of alcohol on her lips. Then she would have a major personality shift. The happy go-lucky girl you knew would go into a drunken frenzy, smashing tables, breaking windows, and above all, she would have a frightening appetite. She is far more aggressive and rude in her drunken state as she will literally hit on the guys she comes across. When her buzz decreases, there's a small period of time where she is in between personalities thus becoming dull and boring, not even reacting to any comical attempts to get her to blink.
Home Island/Sea: East Blue
History: When Amelia was a little girl, all she could remember was the tavern she grew up in. She remembers serving food, drinks, and hung out in the kitchen watching her father brew some delicious ale. She has never met her mother before, but her father would always tell her that her mother was busy advertising their tavern across the seas. In reality, her mother was an adventurous pirate. Her father kept the truth from her hoping that she wouldn't become like her mother. The time came when little Amelia was old enough to sail out on her own. She wanted to spread her family's ale across the seas and find her mother so they can meet at last.
Fruit: None
Fighting style: Drunken Combat: Amelia can only fight when she is intoxicated. Her strength and speed are enhanced along with reduced pain and numbness only in this state. She will feel the full effects when she is sober.
Bushoshoku/Armament Haki: Amelia is capable of performing Bushoshoku haki, but only in her drunken state currently.
Drunken Step- A technique that's always being used during her drunken state. This causes herself to become harder to read visually by 'blurring' herself with rapid movements of her body. Whenever she moves, she leaves behind a feint after image of herself that disappears no more than one second.
Drunken Fists/Kicks- A simple kick or punch infused with haki for devastating results.
Drunken Palms/Chops- An alternative she uses whenever punches do not work since it gives a wider reach.
Drunken Toss- She simply grabs her target, spins around a couple times and tosses whatever she has violently into whatever the hell she wants.
Drunken X-Chop- Possibly the only long ranged technique she knows. She positions her arms out in front to form an 'X' and swiftly slices the air to send a nicely x-shaped wind blade at her opponents.
Ship Positions: Brewer
Bounty: 0 |
53,160 | 1,444 | 24 | 2,428 | 4,471 | "The proof is not in the ale"
A blank stare crossed Leonard's face as the woman completely misunderstood what he was asking, to such an extent that a homophone was taken completely off the hook. Taking a moment to remove his face mask, Leonard clarifies his statement to the pink-haired woman. "Um...T-To tell the truth, I wasn't asking how good it was. I-I was more...more asking how much concentrated, pure ethanol is in your beverage."
Though, now that he thought about it, the drink did smell delicious, the ale's gloamy color seemingly calling to him. Shaking his head, he scratches the side of his unburnt cheek. "I-I shouldn't...Someone needs me somewhere around here." he reminded himself as he turned back to the fish-man. "Um...w-where is this person that needs a doctor? I-I have my equipment with me..." he said, still appearing rather nervous as he set the mug back down on the table the woman had it on. Lifting the left side of his cloak, he showed Abel that, lined in the various makeshift pouches and pockets that lined the inner-cloak were syringes, scalpels, medicine bottles, packets of various herbal mixtures, and even what appeared to be a jar filled with...something moving. "It's not...not much, but I'll do what I can." | Name: Leonard Siegfriedt
Appearance:
(Ignore the gun, his pansy ass probably couldn't even lift it)
Height/Weight: 5’2, 112 lbs.
Age: 19
Personality: While Leonard may seem like a rather grim person, that’s just a misconception most people would get from his clothing. He’s actually rather shy, and tries to hide as much of himself from others as he can, hence the hood and the faceguard. He’s actually a lot nicer than you’d take him for, difficult to anger and easy to please. As a doctor, he believes it to be his duty to help the unwell, and can’t stand to see people suffer when he can do something to help. Even though he has Hypochondriasis.
Home Island: North Blue, Principality of Eurijk
History: To understand why Leonard is the way he is, it’s more important to know who his parents were, or rather, parent. A woman by the name of Charlotte Siegfriedt, infamously known as the Plague Woman. A person who consumed a rather odd Devil-Fruit by the name of the Toru-Toru no Mi, the Thieving fruit. Despite the powerful nature of the fruit, Charlotte solely used the innately malicious power of the fruit to, rather than steal things such as other’s organs or lives, instead stole from them their ailments, their weariment, their sickness, and their afflictions. Truly a saint, Charlotte traveled the world, willing to help whoever she could save by using her own body as the host for innumerable viruses.
Doing so was no easy task for her, however. The pain was unbearable at times, with several fevers racking her body every week, sometimes hitting at the same time. Were it not for her strong conviction to help others, she likely would have died in her sleep countless times. Naturally, carrying that many ailments would shorten one’s lifespan dramatically, and as such, she was fated to die by the age of 30, if not sooner. Doing what she could with her remaining time, she travelled the North Blue, where she was already infamous for having eliminated the lethal Muave Pox that spread through it years before; infamous for being the only known carrier of it. As such, she was shunned and nearly stoned to death several times, resulting in the loss of one of her eyes.
From there, Leonard isn’t sure of how he came to be. He isn’t sure who his father is, or how an infant was able to be born without getting deathly ill from a woman like his mother. But what he did know was that his mother was dying every moment he was with her. It was a terrifying experience for the boy, knowing that his mother would die soon. But he never expected the day she would leave their make-shift home in the middle of the swamp-land region of Eurijk. Without a word of goodbye besides a letter telling Leonard to live honestly, his mother vanished. Sailing off to sea, she perished in the middle of the sea somewhere, her body drifting to the bottom of the sea with her host of plagues. Terribly saddened and alone, Leonard soon declined into depression, cursing the world that there was never anyone who could cure his mother of her illnesses.
Now alone in the world, Leonard studied tirelessly to perfect medicines of his own concoction, using himself and various animals around the area to test his brews. One of those concoctions also happened to nearly blow his entire home to pieces, resulting in the left side of his face to be burned quite severely. Years later, without a penny to his name, he set off into the world to cure the incurable, more than aware of his dream being absolutely ridiculous. But then...a world free of sickness never was his own dream. It was his mother’s.
Fighting Style: Do No Harm
Despite his Hippocratic Oath, Leonard understands perfectly well that in this violent world, conflict is inevitable. While not a proficient hand-to-hand fighter, he has the knowledge required to dislocate someone’s bones if given enough of an opening, as well as having amazingly precise and steady hands. Combined with his accurate vision, he is able to throw scalpels like throwing knives with a great deal of precision.
Crew Position: Doctor
Bounty: 0
Others: Wears his faceguard more to hide his face than to keep from catching something, despite his frightfully strong immune system.
While he does have the potential to have rather strong Observation Haki, he is currently unaware of Haki's existence, and has no idea how to use it.
Character Theme |
53,161 | 1,444 | 25 | 1,987 | 4,574 | Polly Roger - The Rusty Wench Tavern
Polly practically beamed as the elf-earred girl patted her, and extended an invitation to join her crew. No questions asked, even! Ah, there really is one born every minute~ Whilst she did trust that she could look after herself, Polly liked a little bit of insurance. I mean, what if she got tired whilst flying, or something hit her, and she went plummeting into the ocean? What if those wild stories about what lay on the Grand Line weren't just exaggerations by losers trying to make themselves seem less pathetic for giving up? Having someone strong around to take care of all that seemed rather advantageous to her, really. Not only that, but as part of a crew she'd get her share of booty... Sure, she'd prefer to have it all to herself, but life's all about compromise after all.
"Ah, just forget those losers, captain!" Polly laughed at black-hair and silver-hair as she casually slumped back in a chair. "Probably just a bunch of kids trying to look tough! Probably all talk, y'know? I see it all the time, brats who think they're going to be the next pirate king." The irony of her calling them "kids" when they were clearly older than her wasn't lost on her, but she was just trying to rile them up a bit. If they really weren't all talk, then hey, that's a couple of extra meatshields for her to hide behind. And if her taunting was right, well... They'd probably meet the same fate as that poor table, not that she cared.
"...Anyways, I don't think we've been formally introduced, captain! Name's Polly! Polly Roger! ...But, um, not that Roger, y'know?" The dreadlocked girl leaned back in her seat, the needle of her Log Pose bobbing about as she stretched her legs. | Name: Polly Roger ("Not that Roger!"; she's not actually related to a certain Pirate King despite her surname, and gets a bit annoyed when people assume so.)
Age: 16
Appearance: In her hybrid form. Her human form basically looks the same, but with human limbs; in both human and hybrid form she only stands at about 5'/152cm. In beast form she becomes a 6'/182cm tall parrot wearing a bandana.
Personality: Chirpy and friendly, although this is mostly because it makes it easier for her to swindle you. Polly's pretty street smart, and whilst she's not always trying to con you it's best to keep your guard up around her lest your wallet goes missing. She's possessed of a great wanderlust, and has always wanted to see the world; being a pirate just seems to fit into this dream, although her penchant for theft kind of fits too. She prefers to sleep outside, where she can see the stars; her personal favourite spot is, naturally, the crow's nest.
Home Island/Sea: Rogueport, East Blue.
History: As an orphan growing up in an island full of cuthroats like Rogueport, there really wasn't much other option for Polly than to become a thieving street rat. Most of her childhood was spent evading what little authority existed on the island whilst stealing whatever she needed to survive (as well as a little extra to keep her comfy). Naturally, she always dreamed of one day leaving Rogueport; she felt like a bird in a cage, and wanted to stretch her at the time metaphorical wings and head out into the world, to see all the strange and exotic places she'd heard lay on the Grand Line. It was all just a dream for her, though, until one fateful day when she stole a bizarre looking fruit from a visiting pirate crew. Hungry (and wanting to dispose of the evidence), she bit into it, the horrid taste making her initially regret this... Until she noticed that her arms were now a pair of brightly coloured wings! She'd heard tales of the legendary Devil Fruits before, but never before had she thought she'd ever see one herself, let alone eat one... Quickly gathering whatever supplies she could fit into a shoulderbag, she bid farewell to Rogueport and, after a few attempts, took to the skies and headed off into the world...
Fruit: Bird-Bird Fruit (Model: Parrot) - A Zoan-type Devil Fruit that allows the user to turn into a parrot, or a parrot-human hybrid. In hybrid form, Polly becomes a harpy-like creature, her arms becoming wings and her legs becoming talons. Zoan hybrids forms usually benefit from an increase in strength and Polly is no exception; specifically, her bird-limbs are much stronger than those of a human, and her talons are pretty sharp. Most notably is, of course, the ability to fly that her wings give her. In her beast form, she grows in height by about a foot and turns into a giant parrot; her strength is boosted even further, although she is still incredibly unused to this form and is rather clumsy when using it; because of this she prefers to use her smaller hybrid form. In all forms, she has exceptional eyesight, and can mimic the voices of anyone she's heard at least once before. Whilst she's currently unaware of it at the moment, Polly can talk to birds.
Fighting style: Due to her notable lack of hands in both hybrid and beast forms, Polly's fighting style heavily revolves around using her legs; whilst her wings are strong, they lack dexterity and can really only be used to slap opponents. Due to her ability to fly, she usually stays above her opponent before diving down to attack when the opportunity presents itself. She has no formal training, however, and most of her knowledge of combat comes from what she learned on the streets and in bar fights; as such she can fight kind of dirty at times.
Ship Positions: Navigator. Due to her Devil Fruit powers, she can easily fly off to scout ahead; in addition she has learned the basics of navigating from researching it herself in her youth, when she dreamed of heading off into the world.
Bounty: 50,000, for petty larceny (redeemable only in Rogueport). |
53,162 | 1,444 | 26 | 1,091 | 48 | Ahio
Ahio looked straight in the eyes of the tall fishman and considered the invitation. The man, or fish, had obviously seen something that made him want Ahio but he was unsure of just how much the fishman had seen. It was most likely the fact that the mug had caught on fire the moment Ahio had touched it which gave away his powers. If he had better control of his fruit it wouldn’t have been nearly as obvious, but he may never have received the offer if he hadn’t done it on accident. If the fishman was so willing to offer a position on his ship so quickly, then what happened to his old crew? There were three kinds of people in the town; the people who had given up after going to the Grand Line, the people going to the Grand Line, and those who were going to try again. The fishman didn’t seem like he was going to the Grand Line since he seemingly gave off an aura of strength he hadn’t felt from everybody else.
”If you don’t mind me asking, why exactly are you looking for a crew? You obviously aren’t new enough to the seas to be looking for your first batch but you seem overly willing to invite me and Amelia here after only a few minutes around us. I just want to make sure that you aren’t likely to turn tail and run on us when the going gets hard.” Ahio said rather bluntly. While most people would take his statement as a stab at their pride or honor, Ahio felt that the fishman would take mores as a normal question to ask a man before becoming a member of their crew. It was almost as natural as asking whether or not a loaf of bread was freshly baked or had been sitting around for a few hours. | Name: Ahio F. Pardol
Nickname(s): None currently(To be developed as he becomes more well known)
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Height: 175cm(5’9)
Weight: 91kg(201lbs)
Personality:
“Not every step along the way has to be calculate, sometimes you just feel that the next step is the right step without thinking.”
Ahio is not the kind of man who falters when it comes acting and likes to put himself at odds with everybody even if it means fighting the world. He likes the challenge of proving people wrong, of proving that he can do anything and everything There is not a single instance in his life where Ahio has been forced to give up his dream of becoming the single greatest swordsman in existence simply because he couldn’t win a battle. Losing is an option but for him, it is meant to be the last option and only preferable to death. He lives by the code that all swordsman from his homeland live by; a cut to one’s back is dishonorable if it is received by running away. Once his loyalty is earned, he can be the most trustworthy man there is.
Status: Location; unknown believed to be alive and well.
Home Island/Sea: Tagimusha Island, Island of Samurai, North Blue Sea
History: Ahio is the youngest son of Higara Pardol of Tagimusha Island and the only one to be trained by the man known for fighting with two swords. From the time Ahio was strong enough to life a wooden sword he was trained to live by the standards of his people.
“It is not the strength of the sword but the strength of the man wielding it which will determine the outcome of a battle.”
For nearly twelve years these words were ingrained into Ahio by his father during training. His body and mind would lend strength to the blades he wields instead of relying on the strength of the blade to support him. A swordsman who relies on the blade is just as likely to fail as his steel is after using it too much. But, Ahio would not last long in his father’s care for old man Higara was dying and it would cause the greatest change in the young boys life. A few months before Ahio was to leave for the outside world, Higara died and gave him the greatest will the young man could ever receive. He came into possession of the Goro Goro no Mi which his father had received as payment a long time ago and was given his father’s swords, Jigon and Migurashi. Upon consuming the Goro Goro no Mi, Ahio became a man of lightning but has not quite developed the best control over his powers. Since then, he has arrived at an island near Reverse Mountain with hopes of setting off on an adventure to master his powers and become the greatest swordsman ever.
Fruit: Goro Goro no Mi, the Rumble-Rumble fruit. The Rumble fruit allows Ahio to become a lightning human, though he hasn’t quite begun to gain the control required to stay in his lightning form yet. Having only possessed the fruit for about two or three months, he is unsure of time span really, Ahio doesn’t quite possess the control to not cause massive damage to the surroundings and innocents around him properly. The longest Ahio has used his lightning form was thirteen minutes and even then it was unstable past ten minutes. Alternatively, he can turn his forearms into lightning and ‘throw’ blades of lightning. These blades travel around two to three meters with dissipating power after the first meter.
Fighting Style:
Primary: Nitoryu, two-sword style
•Two Sword Style: Pin Strike, Rather than using the full blade of his katanas, Ahio uses only the the tip of the blades to stab quickly as if using a rapier.
•Two Sword Style: Bolt, Using the Goro Goro fruit in tandem with his katanas, Ahio circulates lightning into the metal of the blades and can launch it for about two feet.
•Two Sword Style: Bull Charge, Ahio rushes towards his opponent with his blades set parallel to each other.
Secondary: Goro Goro no Mi, Rumble- Rumble fruit
•Rumble Rumble: Discharge(Hōshutsu), By focusing the powers of his rumble fruit into the tips of his swords or finger, Ahio can launch miniature bolts of lightning.
•Rumble Rumble: Twenty Bolt Strike, By using his blades in conjunction with his lightning powers, Ahio can launch twenty lightning blade with ease. Though, this attack isn’t very strong as the charge put into each blade is generally very low.
•Rumble Rumble: Thrown Lightning(Sōn shōmei), Ahio focuses his powers into his forearms and hands and ‘throws’ blades of lightning at the opponent.
•Rumble Rumble: Lightning Blade, The Lightning blade is the pinnacle of Ahio’s current mastery of his powers. By assuming his state of lightning, Ahio can effectively be both a weapon and the fighter. In this state he forms two swords of lightning and use them as weapons instead of his actual blades. Ahio has used four lightning blades in his lightning form before but they drastically reduced his time in the form to five minutes.
Ship Position: Brawler
Bounty: 0 |
53,163 | 1,444 | 27 | 340 | 88 | Able looks at Leanord, and Amelia with a smile, he is glad to see these two are cooperative, makes things a bit easier. Then he hears Ahio question, and took a second to think about it. He then replied " It is true, that I am not completely new to the Grandline. Me and my captain Nikko is looking for a group willing to follow us to hell only known as the Grandline, well more like Paradise truthfully." He chuckles at his own joke though it was not really funny, then he motions for all three to follow. Amelia and Leanord do since they agreed to follow him, before he enters the Rusty Wench he says to Ahio "Once you meet the captain you will understand that we wont turn tail and run."
He enters the Rusty Wench and yells loudly " Yo Nikko come here I got two more crew members" He says referencing Amelia and Leanord. When Nikko comes over Able shoves a mug of Amelia special brew into Nikko hands and says " This is pink hair one crew application and from one taste I am sure you will agree she is accepted" He then turns to leanord and says " This is the one I was referring to earlier, her name is Nikko and she suffers from the sudden bitch syndrome. Its a life long disease that needs a consistent doctors help." He then looked over and saw the girl from under the table earlier and said " Ah thief good to see you are still around. You going to join as well?" | Name: Ableyo Samenoken
Appearance:
Height/Weight:9'6/230'
Age:24
Personality:
Despite his tormented life Ableyo always seems to be optimistic and always looking forward to a brighter future. His training as a child made him into a very disciplined person and usually comes off as rude due to his straight forward attitude. Ultimately he is kind and can be seen as a father figure as he always willing to lend anyone advice if he can give it. Due to recent events in his life he has tried to ultimately relax and live life to its fullest for life is short.
He usually spend his days training, meditating or other hobbies like writing. Despite what others have done to him he does not harbor any ill will to other races, as he knows not everyone carry the sins of their own kind. Their are some times though were he haunting memories comes back and this usually appears when he is holding his left side of his chest.
Home Island/Sea: Wano Country
History:
Ableyo grew up in the Wano Country in a respected fishmen clan known as the Samenoken (Translate to Shark Sword). Their they taught him everything he needed to know about being a Samurai but he had no interest, and practiced half heartily despite the disapproval of his clan. One day when Ableyo was 12 his clan was attacked by a crew of pirates/slavers. He saw his own friends and family killed in front of him, and he tried to fight back but he was to weak. That night only a handful of the clan managed to escape, Ableyo however was not so lucky. He was sold at the highest bitter and began working as a slave for a Celestial Dragon. He was branded on his left chest even to this day the pain is still there.
Once the Celestial Dragon was finished with him he was sold for dirt cheap to work as manual labor. Each day the memories of his clans destruction still vivid in his mind and he vowed to never allow that to happen again, so whenever he could he trained. For once took his training seriously with a strong goal fueling his resolve.
Ultimately events happen to were he was able to escape his slavery and join Nikko, but all that is a story for another day.
Fruit: Too awesome for fruit powers
Fighting style:
He uses a one sword fighting style usually with two hands unless he needs his left hand for something else.....like punching or grabbing something. The Samenoken swordsmanship relies on finding a opening in a opponents defense and unleashing a brutal attack when that opening is found. So when it looks like he is outmatched it really is him looking for a opportunity to strike.
All techniques are much stronger in water as with most fishman fighting styles.
* Sudden dash: Its a stepping technique were the user can bolt forward at incredible speeds, even when the user is not in motion. This is the foundation for most of the Samenoken fighting style.
* Shark Leap strike: Once the user see a opening in the opponents defense the user uses Sudden dash along with a horizontal or vertical strike. The sudden speed from the dash gives this strike a ton of brute power.
* One slash many strikes : A strike attack that uses the concept of Sudden Dash but with their arms not their legs. Doing so allows the user to make multiple attacks so quick it looks like one strike. Right now the user can only use a maximum of three strikes.
* Launching water missile : The user strikes so the moisture or body of water in the area compresses to become a projectile weapon. This attack is weaker with less water in the area.
* The water hypnosis trance: a type of trance a user puts himself in, in order to fool his body into thinking its under water by using the moisture around him. It increases his physical abilities and endurance but sadly lasts only a few minutes, upon which he can not do it again unless the user risks damages to his psyche. Completely useless in the desert.
Ship Positions: 1st Mate
Bounty: 0 |
53,164 | 1,444 | 28 | 1,966 | 2,605 | Nabil.
Nabil faintly smiled before sitting back in his chair, content with Marxo answer. Though he hated to admit that he may had influenced another, Nabil was still happy with the outcome. They were friends, that much was obvious.
Without a glance or care, Nabil acknowledged Polly’s words with a mocking chuckle. He had seen her earlier, out the corner of his eyes when the table was flipped. She wasn't much to look at. Not a curve or lump on her anywhere. One of the reasons he hadn’t spared her another glance in the first place.
He slid his hands into his pockets before yawning, sparing a glance at the waitress. Now she was easy on the eyes. Something to entertain himself with if he ever got bored. Of course that would never happened with Marxo’s and his bounties. Perhaps he should start recruiting as well. Gather up a crew for himself. His eyes closed minutely before opening to the ground between his legs, his thoughts were currently swaying towards his next Marine raid.
“Anything but water,” he responded shortly. “And let’s make that to go. This shack seems to have an infestation of insects. Dontcha think, Marxo? They don't know when they're standing in front of monsters,” he said with a sigh, pushing his seat out and standing up without fear of retaliation. He looked off towards the door, staring pass the fishman and towards the dazzling outside. The dim décor had somehow enhanced the beauty outside. | Name: Nabil "The Calm" Valley
Height/Weight: 5’9” / 142lbs
Age: 18
The alias “The Calm” was given to Nabil due to his infallible ability to seem un-phased by most antagonist. Some assume that he hides an intelligence behind this composed wall. Those are lies. He is as smart as the next man, maybe a bit more so, but that’s mainly due to his innate caution. He knows when to shut his mouth and when to speak out against others. In that aspect, he travels in a gray area. Where one person’s reality is not his own, but instead an adjacent to what could have been. In other words, he attempts to empathize with others. His love for the sea is directly tied to his extensive love for freedom, which contradicts his abnormal caution.
Home Island/Sea: Provestal Island.
The son of two Marines, it was very unlikely that Nabil would later become a pirate. In fact, his parent’s loving nature left little to be desired. When the two were deployed, expecting to be gone for several years, he was sent to live with distant relatives on Provestal Island. A quaint, small place where a unnerving calm saturated the air.
On the island he explored the deep woods that surrounded the small town. Finding interest in the giant wild life and floral. He couldn’t understand it for the longest, unwilling to show his ignorance he would remain that way for several months. When he finally asked his aunt and cousin, they explained that the oxygen levels on the island was abnormally high. He took those words to face value and continued finish his breakfast, a rather calm fascination now inside of him.
By the age of thirteen, Nabil had seemingly become the living force of Provestal Isle’s calm. Though many had resided on the isle, not many could match his level of tranquil. When others were too afraid to enter the force, he would walk through the greenery, alongside the giant beasts, and gaze at the crater in its center. Every day he returned there, he felt the urge to delve inside grow stronger. It was like the sound of the careening waterfall hitting the dark bottom was a calling card. It beckoned for him to adventure below but caution staid his descent.
At the age of fifteen, Provestal Isle was visited by a band of pirates. They washed ashore on a broken and shattered boat, the captain deeply worried about his crew. The island offered them shelter for three nights. Those three nights were filled with stories of stormy adventures and fanciful tales of the unnatural. Needless to say, Nabil was enticed by them. On the fourth night, the Marines surrounded the isle with a fleet of ranked officers. The Pirate Captain, who expressed his desire to not tangle the island up in his affairs had decided to give himself up. He left with his crew moments later.
An hour had peacefully passed before cannon fire had begun to rain down. A scarce group of the pirates returned in tears, warning that the marines was going to kill them all, despite their surrender. Behind them, the marines trampled forward. Nabil and his cousin, along with others, were told to retreat to the forest. To let the beasts protect them as a last resort. As Nabil guided his cousin to the crater, he could hear the cries of villagers as some of the beasts prowled on them. Dark smoke soon billowed from the tree line, orange heat lined its treetops.
Nabil believed his cousin and himself to be safe. That was until canon fire came dangerously close to them. Fear led him to trying to convince his cousin to dive into the crater with him; the promise of water below was not enough though. The boy, who was supposed to jump on three with him, had stayed on top, where canon fire had seared his face and tossed him out of sight.
At the bottom of the cavern spring, Nabil immediately swore vengeance on the Marines. He followed the water to the mouth of the island, one that led out into the ocean. Once he returned back to the shore, he witnessed the pirate captain shackled and ready to be inhumanly executed. Nabil realized that the majority of the Marines had left during his long stay in the cavern and that only a few was left. He would have heroically saved the guy, if he had been so afraid.
He was shot several times in the head before finally being left alone. Nabil waited until nightfall, when the sea was quiet and empty till he finally approached. The captain was dead but the beach was littered with members of his crew. As Nabil walked through, a bloodied hand grabbed him and instructed, with vexation in his voice, to avenge them. With that in mind, he told Nabil the location of a treasure near the inn in the village.
The village was burned to the ground and Nabil had all but given up hope on finding anyone alive. They all had bullets in them, one for each alive he figured. Once to the treasure chest, he found a fruit inside. He bit it after a bit of hesitance and after spitting it out, found out it was a devil fruit. He became a 10,000 degrees human. Years later and he had become a pirate, one hell bent on getting in the marines way. Usually his actions were small, intervening with rookie marines in small towns and allowing the escape of other pirates. Though recently he hijacked a marine ship and sailed it to Reverse Mountain.
Devil Fruit: Atsu Atsu no Mi (Hot Hot Fruit)
Fighting style: Direct and brutish, Nabil fights in conjunction with his Hot Hot Fruit abilities. Landing searing blows and burning away those that stand in his way. He seems to know some form of martial arts, as he often lowers into a stance when fighting one on one. With all the potential of a Supenova. Nabil has the possibility to use Observation Haki, Arms Haki, and Conquerors Haki. Though these have not been explored and largely unseen. He will need immense training to bring these out of himself.
Atsu Atsu no Spears
Nabil shapes the heat that fumes from his body into several needles. He launches these needles at the speed of a musket's bullet and pierces those he's up against. With a cold calculation, he uses this technique to take out mass armies of weaklings. Though fast and effective, it pretty easy to dodge if you're perceptive.
Ship Positions: -
10,000,000 |
53,165 | 1,444 | 29 | 1,093 | 305 | M a r x o
” At first I just wanted a beer, but now I need liquor. Gin preferably.” Marxo had become impatient. He scoured the tavern for any signs of smoke . It was a dire need , almost a fixation . He completely ignored the small teenage girl squawking on about how him and Nabil weren’t worth the elven girl’s time until he finally found a lit cigarette. It hung from the mouth of a nameless usurper at the bar. Marxo was uninterested in questioning him for it. By now he only could think of action. With anger in hand he raced across the room, almost effortlessly because of his devil fruit powers. No one even noticed he was gone. He immediately snatched the cigarette out of the man’s mouth and slammed his head against the bar.
“ You won’t be needing this anymore.” Almost instantly he appeared back in his chair, mildly relieved by the tobacco riddled drug known as a cigarette. As he puffed he began to realize he’d been insulted. It was the short one from earlier. He decided it would be be best to ignore her, She didn’t seem worth the effort of an insult. As Marxo enjoyed his medicine Nabil spoke of leaving. It had just crossed Marxo’s mind that they still had a reconnaissance mission to accomplish.
“ Your right, plus I need smokes. , he laughed at the monsters joke. “ This is quite too much for a bite to eat . He turned to the small woman who’d introduced herself as Polly. “ Name’s Marxo but you can call me not interested.” As he began to stand a flier caught wind from his back pocket. It landed amongst the plates Nabil had cleaned . It seemed to be a bounty . The picture was Marxo's. The bounty was amazing. | Marxo St. Laurant
Height/Weight: 6’1, 160lbs
Age:19
Personality: Marxo is quite calm and collected. He tends to speak in a very collective manner. Even in dire situation, he is always the one to keep his cool. He thinks it would better help the situation if he acts this way. It is often hard to make him made but not impossible. The most two major things that upset him are being turned down by females and running out of smokes. Other than that he remains almost monotone, from his voice, personality, and mindset. His persona is due to his past. Its almost like he has a split personality . His other half is a maniacal , senseless man with no disregard to human kind. His only interest in that time is seeing everything colored red with the blood of this enemies.
Home Island/Sea: St Laurants’ Isle,South Blue
History: Marxo was born in the East Blue . His family had traveled to the South almost immediately after he was born. They settled on a deserted island and used the wildlife to live off of. His mother happened to be a master chef but not one of legend and lore. His father on the other hand was a hunter so this made the couple well adept to their surrounding. Within the first three years of Marxo’s life his parents had already tamed the island and renamed the newly cultivated place St. Laurant’s isle after his family. At 7 he was taught how to hunt alongside his father. it seem to come naturally to the boy. his first catch was a friendly panda shark whom his father told him to release back into the sea. After all his mother had no use for such meat.
At the age of 14 ,he met his first neighbors. They had also traveled from an island off in the distance. From first sight they seemed like nice people, but eventually more unwelcomes began to turn up. Marxo saw this as a good thing but his parents knew better. They decided to establish a hierarchy with Marxo’s family heading the pack. This was agreeable since they were the first one aboard the island, but one family had different plans. They wanted the St. Laurant’s lifestyle , or better yet their lives. So one day the cooked up a scheme to take out this new head family. Since the St. Laurants’ did all of the hunting and cooking the other family decided that taking the load off of them for a day would be the best way to trick the family. It seemed like a convenience to Marxo and his family so they gladly accepted the invitation. The other would hunt and prepare a monstrous feast for the now,small village and the heads of the village but inside of the meals that they could would be either sleeping or paralyzing powder. On the night Marxo was turning 15 . He could never forget this night. It would be forever burned into his mind. His parents had been gutted like fishes in front of his very eyes. They had received the sleeping powder while he the paralyzing one. He knew they never stood a chance but he begged and pleaded with the other family. They just smiled and kept cutting till his parents resembled carved turkey. He knew he’d be next.
Just as they made their way towards him , the powder began to wear off. He could feel the blood rushing in his hands, then to his arms , and legs. Next came the pain. Tears swelled up in his eyes , as he continued to play helpless. As soon as the family made its move he’d destroy them. The father began to untie his hands. The moment he felt free he took the chair his was once sitting in and slammed it across the man’s face. He then picked up a piece of broken wood the chair and ran it like a dagger straight thru his heart. He stared at the other two women with soul-less eyes. “Your next.”, he exclaimed as he rushed towards them both with the same piece of wood he’d taken the man out with previously. He stabbed the women repeatedly until he was satisfied and passed out from exhaustion.
A few hours later he awoke to find himself on a slave tradeship, along with his fellow neighbors. The boat was headed for the east blue. He would spend the next 2 years as a cook aboard a floating restaurant in the sea until his killer mentality got the best of him and he slayed the entire crew. Before deserting the emptied cafe he’d stumbled upon an odd fruit. Upon eating the fruit his body began to turn into shadows. He later came to find out it was the “Yami Yami no Mi” fruit. For the next two years he trained and study everything he could find about the fruit .He truly wants to learn how to fully control the fruit and manipulate it to help him become a pirate.
Fruit: Moa Moa no Mi: The Moa Moa no Mi is a Paramecia-class Devil Fruit that allows the user to amplify the size or speed of any object they touch.
More More Sanjubai Giri (モアモア百倍斬り Moa Moa Hyaku-bai Giri, literally meaning "More More Thirtyfold Slash"): enlarges a scythe to 30 times its original size while it's flying towards his opponent.
More More Jubai Soku (モアモア十倍速 Moa Moa Jū-bai Soku, literally meaning "More More Tenfold Speed"): increases speed to 10 times original speed,
More More Sanjubai Soku (モアモア三十倍速 Moa Moa Sanjū-bai Soku, literally meaning "More More Thityfold Speed"): increases his speed to 30 times his original speed.
Fighting style: Jeet Kune Do(Wing Chun)- not fixed or patterned, and is a philosophy with guiding thoughts. It was named for the Wing Chun concept of interception or attacking while one's opponent is about to attack. Jeet Kune Do practitioners believe in minimal movements with maximum effects and extreme speed. The system works by using different "tools" for different situations, where the situations are divided into ranges, which are kicking, punching, trapping, and grappling, where martial artists use techniques to flow smoothly between them.
Ship Position: Tba.
-For the Death and Desecration of an Entire Island
-Deaths of a Cook Captain and crewmembers. |
53,166 | 1,444 | 30 | 2,643 | 221 | DYING IS NOT REPAYING A DEBT
ONLY WEAK MEN WOULD DIE AFTER SOMEONE SPARED THEIR LIVES
Another sweltering day had come around, men sat slumped in their chairs with beverages filled with ice. The odd one or two men were holding the ice against their faces and feeling it melt against their faces and what was once an ice cube slide down their face, necks & torso. Sitting at a table however was the only man who could withstand the heat and didn't mind a nice hot day. Dropping back his head and the small glass of a brown beverage the man placed the empty glass back down and leaned on his chair as he prepared himself for a nap. He was tired from all that journey before he finally decided to chop up every single members of a crew who allowed Zell himself on board, but it was inevitable as they tried to steal Zell's precious money.
Now, he was there, alone in 'The Rusty Wrench', he didn't have any ships right now and there were no crews that met his taste so it gave him a headache. However, as he tried to sleep, storms rumbled around and unleashed its wrath upon the Tavern. Zell made a small peek and he noticed everything was a mess as soon as he opened his right eye while keeping the left closed. After some random dramas that couldn't catch Zell's attention, he decided to step forward with a scheme on his mind.
He approached a white-haired guy and offered him two packs of cigarettes. "Why don't you stay here for a little longer as you enjoy these pleasures?" . | Name: Zell Narukami
Height/Weight: 5'10", 180 lbs
Age: 23
Personality:
Zell is a man whose been instilled with values.He is someone who believes strongly in being able to forge his own path by his own two hands. He's not opposed to fighting to protect his beliefs. Even if he looses. He's never set in his ways though he is constantly adapting to the world around him letting the way of the world help shape, define and re-define him. But his core beliefs never change. Fight for what you believe in, think with your head not your heart, if it's something that burns strongly within follow it. And help out those in need.
Zell's reaction to people is initially friendly, however if they prove that they are against him or act to hurt someone without any provocation then he grows to dislike them. He's a charismatic person, he could persuade someone to do something for him. His ambitions lead him to a great path, the path shows the true side of him. He often respects his enemies in battle, humiliating them on the battle isn't his style.
He has two major quirks to his personality, one being that be believes that the strongest beliefs always win. Regardless of the medium through which they are conveyed be it words or fists. The second quirk is a simple one. Living for yourself is the same as living for nothing. Live for others, don't only focus on yourself.
Home Island/Sea: East Blue
History:
Zell was born in a nice kingdom of Goa. Subject to his loving parents, and an overwhelming amount of caring relatives and neighbors, he wanted for nothing as a child. When he was four, he had to say goodbye to Goa Kingdom, and move with his parents back down to Loguetown. They settled on Loguetown, and his parents set a business there. Between working out in the town, and managing his peace projects, his father was a very busy man, but he still made all the time he could to spend playing with his son.
When he became old enough, he would follow him around all day while he took care of problems that had arisen and managing different aspects of the town. He was walking around the town with his father, something caught his eyes, a muscular man was punching on trees. Zell approached the man, and asked all about the man's tasks. Zell eyes stared at the dents on the stem and the scratches, he asked that man if he could teach him about martial art someday. When Zell turned 13, he decided to help that man, his job was to collect the broken wood from the trees. Zell taught by the man on how to punch properly when he reached the age of 14, Zell took a special class on the evening. When he turned to 16, he was able to punch through a plank. But, only in a small scale. He spent his free time training more on his martial arts after his father said that he should be able to protect everyone in the family. Zell trained hard and also worked hard to gain more knowledge. His parents was happy to see Zell.One day when Zell was 14 years old, A pirate crew stopped at his village, and went to the bar, they talked about Devil Fruits they got when they were sailing around the island. Zell read about Devil Fruits once, and the power was scary, but with such power, he could protect his family easily. He went to their ships, some people stood on the ships, guarding it. Zell approached them, and asked about a devil fruit. With his curiosity and cute face, they showed him the devil fruit, Zell glared at it, and took it instantly. Without any hesitation, he jumped to the sea because it was the fastest route to escape. They were chasing Zell, but Zell ate the fruit, he felt something weird, suddenly, he couldn't swim, and he lost his energy. Unfortunately, the pirates swam, and caught him. The furious captain came, and asked him about the devil fruit. When Zell told them that he ate it, they were furious, and wanted to kill him, but a villager who knew Zell called for help, the other villagers gathered, and asked the pirates to leave Zell alone. They released Zell, and Zell began to run away. The pirates took their swords, and advanced toward the villagers, the villagers stood up for Zell. Fortunately, a marine ship sailed toward the island, the marine ship was quite far, but if the pirates caused some trouble here, the marine would stop here, and caught them. One of the pirate crew spotted it, they decided to return to their ships, and flee. Zell found out his ability when he was training on the courtyard, suddenly his hands turned into blades when he tried to attack a dummy. Zell trained himself on his backyard, at first, it was a fail, he can't control the power, but after a lot of training, and dedication, he managed to turn his limbs into blade whenever he wanted to.
When he turned 18, after more than a decade and a half of listening to his father's stories of the sea, he decided he wanted to go sail the sea too, his father experienced the sea at a very young age, Zell's grandfather always brought his father to every journey, they sailed around East Blue, but not all lands in East Blue explored, his grandfather wrote a journals about his journey, before he died, and he gave the journals to Zell's father. At first, his parents was afraid with Zell's decision. Luckily, the man who taught him everything interfered, saying Zell was more than prepared to go on his own adventure. His father worried, but couldn't stop him from leaving. Zell was aiming to find huge amount of treasures. To find a lot of treasure, you must become a strong person, he wanted a fame so much, so, the world will know about him, he need to be the strongest pirate, so, he can conquer the world easily, and find a lot of treasures. Hopefully, he can achieve him with individuals called as Nakamas.
Fruit: Supa Supa no Mi (Dice Dice Fruit)
Fighting style: He wields a single katana but mainly goes on hand-to-hand combat. This style is enhanced by his Fruit Power, it allows him to turn his limbs into blades, this can inflict a piercing damage or cuts to the target upon contact so he doesn't afraid to attack someone with bare fist. As a result, his main focus is on his martial arts. He also might use his gifts in Haki, but currently, they are inactive inside him unless he train himself to unlock it.
Ship Positions: Fighter
Bounty: 0 |
53,167 | 1,444 | 31 | 143 | 656 | Amelia
Amelia quickly went over to her stand, pouring the remaining ales she had left into her wooden keg that was sitting off to the side of the table. It would be a waste of such good booze! The barrel had two straps on its body so Amelia could carry it on her back to become a mobile 'emergency' bar at some point. After placing the barrel on her back and putting the money in her pockets, she turned to the doctor ninja with a smile.
"Oh! You wanted to know how much ethanol was in my drink? Sorry if I misunderstood! I have to say...uhm...fifteen to twenty percent of it is pure alcohol!" She responded back to him while the fireman spoke to the fishman. She wasn't quite concerned in taking precautions in joining the crew, she trusted the fishman's words. After revealing that the ninja was a doctor all long, it would make sense to her now, he was just being careful on how much he drinks. At least that is what she assumed. Her eyes scanned the many medical tools that the doctor possessed until she stopped and stared at...whatever the hell that was moving in the jar... "If it's too much for you sir, then I can brew up a lighter drink specifically made for you!" She spoke to him at a rather fast pace, being crept out by the contents of the jar. She then noticed the fishman was signaling for them to follow and scurried right behind him.
As they entered the 'Rusty Wench', Amelia couldn't hide that she was a bit nervous in meeting the fishman's captain. She kept quiet for a moment and had her head down trying to avoid unnecessary attention from the other mean looking strangers inside the tavern. She awaited what the captain had to say about her brew. It's not that good...it could be better... She thought to herself as her true potential was limited to what she had to work with currently. Still...it is a damn fine ale. | Name: Amelia Mitsue
Appearance:
Height/Weight: 5'7” / 170cm and 120lbs / 54kg
Age: 22
Personality: Amelia is a lively girl who always seem to have an innocent smile on her face. Her presence illuminates the room with kindness and welcomes people into her life with open arms. Her voice is angelic and speaks in a quiet tone most of the time. She would be the last person you'd expect a fight from due to her passive attitude. That is...until she gets a drop of alcohol on her lips. Then she would have a major personality shift. The happy go-lucky girl you knew would go into a drunken frenzy, smashing tables, breaking windows, and above all, she would have a frightening appetite. She is far more aggressive and rude in her drunken state as she will literally hit on the guys she comes across. When her buzz decreases, there's a small period of time where she is in between personalities thus becoming dull and boring, not even reacting to any comical attempts to get her to blink.
Home Island/Sea: East Blue
History: When Amelia was a little girl, all she could remember was the tavern she grew up in. She remembers serving food, drinks, and hung out in the kitchen watching her father brew some delicious ale. She has never met her mother before, but her father would always tell her that her mother was busy advertising their tavern across the seas. In reality, her mother was an adventurous pirate. Her father kept the truth from her hoping that she wouldn't become like her mother. The time came when little Amelia was old enough to sail out on her own. She wanted to spread her family's ale across the seas and find her mother so they can meet at last.
Fruit: None
Fighting style: Drunken Combat: Amelia can only fight when she is intoxicated. Her strength and speed are enhanced along with reduced pain and numbness only in this state. She will feel the full effects when she is sober.
Bushoshoku/Armament Haki: Amelia is capable of performing Bushoshoku haki, but only in her drunken state currently.
Drunken Step- A technique that's always being used during her drunken state. This causes herself to become harder to read visually by 'blurring' herself with rapid movements of her body. Whenever she moves, she leaves behind a feint after image of herself that disappears no more than one second.
Drunken Fists/Kicks- A simple kick or punch infused with haki for devastating results.
Drunken Palms/Chops- An alternative she uses whenever punches do not work since it gives a wider reach.
Drunken Toss- She simply grabs her target, spins around a couple times and tosses whatever she has violently into whatever the hell she wants.
Drunken X-Chop- Possibly the only long ranged technique she knows. She positions her arms out in front to form an 'X' and swiftly slices the air to send a nicely x-shaped wind blade at her opponents.
Ship Positions: Brewer
Bounty: 0 |
53,168 | 1,444 | 32 | 2,428 | 4,471 | "How I got Kidnapped"
"I see...W-Well...I can't re-really use it then...B-B-But thank you very much!" Leonard said, bowing slightly to her in a gracious manner. It was nice being offered something catch-free, even more-so since the girl was somewhat attractive. His attention was caught as they entered the bar, when the woman offered to make him a lighter drink, to which he replied: "N-No thank you...I'm a light drinker, b-but I only drink when there's blood." he says, immediately realizing how much he fucked that statement up. "I-I-I MEAN! I-I don't drink blood, I-I just c-c-can't be completely sober when there's lots sp-sp-spewing out..." he tried to clarify, a tinge of red growing on his cheeks, which was impossible to ignore given how ghastly pale he was.
Fidgeting nervously as he stepped into the tavern, Leonard glanced around at all the patrons of this fine establishment, and was very glad that he had a nine something feet tall Fish-Man in front of him. Sticking close to Abel, Leonard waited patiently for when he would meet whoever needed medical attention...only for said person to be made the boot of a joke, one that wasn't particularly funny to him. Staring blankly, Leonard was about to say something before he heard the part about "Crew Members"...Were they pirates!? Oh god, they LOOKED LIKE PIRATES TOO! AND THEY SMELT HORRIBLE, JUST LIKE PIRATES!
Nearly falling backwards at the prospect of basically being forced into a pirate crew, Leonard finally voiced his concerns: "Y-You didn't say anything about joining a-a-a crew! O-Or that...that you were a pirate!" he says, sounding incredibly alarmed as he started to back away slowly. Being told that you were going to join a pirate crew was quite a lot to drop on a guy all at once, after all. | Name: Leonard Siegfriedt
Appearance:
(Ignore the gun, his pansy ass probably couldn't even lift it)
Height/Weight: 5’2, 112 lbs.
Age: 19
Personality: While Leonard may seem like a rather grim person, that’s just a misconception most people would get from his clothing. He’s actually rather shy, and tries to hide as much of himself from others as he can, hence the hood and the faceguard. He’s actually a lot nicer than you’d take him for, difficult to anger and easy to please. As a doctor, he believes it to be his duty to help the unwell, and can’t stand to see people suffer when he can do something to help. Even though he has Hypochondriasis.
Home Island: North Blue, Principality of Eurijk
History: To understand why Leonard is the way he is, it’s more important to know who his parents were, or rather, parent. A woman by the name of Charlotte Siegfriedt, infamously known as the Plague Woman. A person who consumed a rather odd Devil-Fruit by the name of the Toru-Toru no Mi, the Thieving fruit. Despite the powerful nature of the fruit, Charlotte solely used the innately malicious power of the fruit to, rather than steal things such as other’s organs or lives, instead stole from them their ailments, their weariment, their sickness, and their afflictions. Truly a saint, Charlotte traveled the world, willing to help whoever she could save by using her own body as the host for innumerable viruses.
Doing so was no easy task for her, however. The pain was unbearable at times, with several fevers racking her body every week, sometimes hitting at the same time. Were it not for her strong conviction to help others, she likely would have died in her sleep countless times. Naturally, carrying that many ailments would shorten one’s lifespan dramatically, and as such, she was fated to die by the age of 30, if not sooner. Doing what she could with her remaining time, she travelled the North Blue, where she was already infamous for having eliminated the lethal Muave Pox that spread through it years before; infamous for being the only known carrier of it. As such, she was shunned and nearly stoned to death several times, resulting in the loss of one of her eyes.
From there, Leonard isn’t sure of how he came to be. He isn’t sure who his father is, or how an infant was able to be born without getting deathly ill from a woman like his mother. But what he did know was that his mother was dying every moment he was with her. It was a terrifying experience for the boy, knowing that his mother would die soon. But he never expected the day she would leave their make-shift home in the middle of the swamp-land region of Eurijk. Without a word of goodbye besides a letter telling Leonard to live honestly, his mother vanished. Sailing off to sea, she perished in the middle of the sea somewhere, her body drifting to the bottom of the sea with her host of plagues. Terribly saddened and alone, Leonard soon declined into depression, cursing the world that there was never anyone who could cure his mother of her illnesses.
Now alone in the world, Leonard studied tirelessly to perfect medicines of his own concoction, using himself and various animals around the area to test his brews. One of those concoctions also happened to nearly blow his entire home to pieces, resulting in the left side of his face to be burned quite severely. Years later, without a penny to his name, he set off into the world to cure the incurable, more than aware of his dream being absolutely ridiculous. But then...a world free of sickness never was his own dream. It was his mother’s.
Fighting Style: Do No Harm
Despite his Hippocratic Oath, Leonard understands perfectly well that in this violent world, conflict is inevitable. While not a proficient hand-to-hand fighter, he has the knowledge required to dislocate someone’s bones if given enough of an opening, as well as having amazingly precise and steady hands. Combined with his accurate vision, he is able to throw scalpels like throwing knives with a great deal of precision.
Crew Position: Doctor
Bounty: 0
Others: Wears his faceguard more to hide his face than to keep from catching something, despite his frightfully strong immune system.
While he does have the potential to have rather strong Observation Haki, he is currently unaware of Haki's existence, and has no idea how to use it.
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53,169 | 1,444 | 33 | 2,747 | 345 | Nikko looks bored and incredibly disappointed. Leaning forward she puts her left arm on the table and then uses her right arm to prop her head up under her chin. Her large gloves seem far to big for her. A little tint of red starts to show in her cheeks from the alcohol but there isn't any facial expressions indicating she was inebriated. Suddenly a dark haired young woman appears next to her and slides some food in front of the two boys. Nikko was then promptly scolded by this woman for the damage she had done to the business.
"Huh..?" Was her reaction to being asked to get out. "Well I guess I was a little tinsey bit rough on your furniture." she admits holding up her fingers to make a tiny space between them. Though this she looked at the cook with her bluish green eyes. "I got carried away with the table and I don't mind paying for that. I don't bust up honest businesses. I don't apologize for the guys that got knocked out. I imagine fights happen all the time where between the whipped cowards and the misty eyed rookies. Either way tho..." She reaches into her bag and pulls out three golden coins. The coins together would be estimated to be about 150,000 beri. She tosses them to the girl. "That should cover the damages right?"
Standing up she walks over to a plate of the food that had been left untouched by someone quickly leaving the bar during the fight. She takes a bite of it and the food felt like it was melting in her mouth. It was incredibly delicious. Top of the line gourmet. Strange for it only to be a grilled cheese. Thankfully her newest member jumps up behind her with some encouraging words to snap her out of her dreamy appreciation for the food. A small smile forms on her face and she perks up. Nikko's ears quite literally perk up as she reaches over to pat the girl on the head again.
"Why thank you!" She says standing up and stretching her hands high over her head. Her narrowed eyes scan the room once more and she notices a few other people in the Tavern with significant strength. Most notably would be a swordsman sitting in the corner and a shorter fellow in the back. Her eyes then fall back on Polly. Polly introduces herself as Roger but not...that Roger. She chuckles. "Not that Roger huh? Well that's fine too. I can see pretty quick that you've got a good ability at hiding and sneaking. If I had to guess I would imagine that you probably even stole that logpost am I right? As a pirate its always easier to grab loot without being noticed than having to fight for it. Also I like you. Welcome to my crew. I am Nikko the captain." She turns to wave at the cook one more time while she sets up at the Bar. "And you! That was delicious. You ever want to sail the seas you let me know!"
Suddenly the doors to the tavern bust open and her first mate Able ducks to get through the door. He was obviously too big for this place as even the high ceilings here were just high enough to allow him to stand comfortably. Beside him were three normal sized humans. A young girl with bright pink hair, a pale man holding a mask in his hand and finally a taller brown haired man with a sword by his side.
"Two?" She asks as Able tells her about the members. She obviously counted three people with him. Perhaps one was only a prospective member she thought to herself. "Well you're doing better than me. I found one member." She holds out her arm to indicate Polly. Before she could say anymore about the others she had met in the tavern Able thrusts a drink into her hand and instructed her to drink. She was never one to turn down a drink so she downed it in one go.
"Woah..." She said rather surprised. It wasn't necessarily strong but it was good tasting. "Yep. Accepted." She gives a thumbs up sign to the new brewer. "Oh! This one is a doctor? Neat I was afraid we weren't going to find one.....I HAVE WHAT SYNDROME!?!" She exclaims having not caught the insult immediately. She pulls back her arm and strikes Able in the gut once and he slides back a few inches with his hand over his stomach. "Freaky fish guy......I oughta.... " Realizing she was talking to new members she quickly changes gears back to a cheerful disposition. "Sorry a bout that! I saw a fly and had to get it!" The lie was pretty obvious. "Anyway welcome to the crew!" She pats the new doc on the shoulder as he was the one that looked the most nervous. However it may or may not have reassured him in the way she wanted.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw a blurred movement. Suddenly one of the two boring guys had a cigarette and one of the men at the bar had his head slammed into the wall. It was pretty fast to say the least. She takes note of that but doesn't say anything.
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Just outside the harbor a large naval ship sails in. It is large with a steel hull colored white and blue for its traditional Marine colors. Its huge sails each had the Marine logo on it. Standing at the front of this ship is a large man standing at about eight feet in height. He has huge broad shoulders and a highly muscular frame. He has a dark grey five o'clock shadow and large bags under his eyes. Over his shoulders is a large white jacket with JUSTICE written across the back. Under neath that was his bare skin as he was only wearing cut off shorts. The man's face was dead serious but his appearance couldn't be any less so.
"Commodore!" A tall slender woman calls out as she walks up next to him. "Are you seriously not going to put on a shirt for this? Show some damn decency for your rank!" She sclods him. She herself had long flowing blond hair and bright blue eyes. She also had a jacket on but underneath was a full black garb. Her eyes were heavily makeup-ed with crying smokey eye and bright red lipstick.
"Is that anyway to talk to your superior captain?" His voice is gruff in his response but its easy to tell he was putting extra emphasis on her rank. "Besides, I wear what I want when I want. Hell I'd probably go naked if they would let me. If I ever make admiral thats just what I'll do."
"I hope you never reach that high sir..." She has to look away from the silliness. "But anyway why are we striking now? Seems a bit odd. And you commodore with five captains with their lieutenants? It all seems a bit much in my opinion." Her haughty tone seems to have irked the commodore a bit.
"You won't be saying that when a filthy pirate has their sword sticking into your gut." He takes a look at her figure once again. "Or at least you will wish that it was a sword sticking into your stomach I bet if we're talking about pirates here. Besides it can't be helped. Orders are orders. We are going to clear out all of the pirates trying to escape the grand line as well as rookies starting out. This may even become a regular thing if we notice fewer big name rookie pirates reaching fame in the grand line. Get'em while their green they said." Jumping up to the rails at the edge of the ship he waves his hands.
"We will erase the pirate scum as well as the ones who harbor them! We are order. We are law. We...are...JUSTICE!" On that line several of the cannons on the starboard side of the ship fire all at once. They hit and sink half of the ships in the harbor in under a minute. The barrage continues until all of the ships that even remotely looked like pirate ships. However unfortunately one of the cannons seems to have gone awry. It fired several cannonballs into the town itself. One narrowly misses the lighthouse and several more level a few buildings. After just a few moments the cannonfire stops and the ship slowly comes into harbor. Dozens and dozens of marines spill into the docks and rush into the town.
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Back at the tavern the sounds of cannonfire abruptly end the small casual conversations. Massive explosions are heard outside followed by screams. Nikko quickly rushes outside to see what is going on and spots the massive ship sinking all of the ships in the harbor. And now it seems they are even firing on the town itself. Whats worse is these are explosive cannonballs that deal massive amounts of damage even after impact.
"GET DOWN!" Nikko yells as her eyes catch something. Quickly leaping into the air as a blast of gunpowder flashes at the side of the ship as the final cannonball is released. She is struck mid air a split second later.
The force of the impact threw her back all the way through the walls of the Tavern, through the central support beam, through the bar counter and into an indent in the stone wall behind it. In her hands is an un-detonated cannonball. She had somehow caught the cannonball in a way where it did not explode. In the process it seems she has unexpectedly hit her head on the stone wall behind her and she isn't moving. Overhead the tavern begins to creak dangerously as pieces of debris fall here and there around the ones inside. The main structural beam was shattered by the force of the cannonball. | Name: Nikko Tenchi
Appearance:
Height/Weight: 5ft'7in/ enough
Age: Appears to be about 18.
Personality:
While in public she seems well put together and confident in private she is often childish and stubborn. She is headstrong no matter where she is however. Once her mind is made up it would take an act of god to change it. In fact if history provides any reference even that might not. While generally a happy-go-lucky kind of person she has hot blood running through her veins. She may break tables or throw things through walls when she gets angry (or just drunk).
It is her inquisitive and curious mind that rules her passion. Her favorite thing to do is to experiment or tinker with things. She has a vast desire to know how things work and to replicate them herself. Her collar and gloves are made with her inventing in mind. Her goggles, which are of her own invention stay on her head without any support at all. She can move them around where she needs and will often bring them down over her eyes during a fight that seems dangerous.
Home Island/Sea: Taiko Island
History:
I am breaking my own rule slightly as some of her past has to do with the overall plot. But in the recent year she has made her name adventuring a bit through different parts of the grand line. While never declaring herself as a pirate per-se she has always considered herself one ever since she has left home which was a year and a half ago. Since then she has met plenty of people.
Roughly one month ago she met a person who rivaled her in strength. It was a massive shark fishman hailing from the Wano Country. They initially didn't like each other as he was a bit rude and didn't have the proper respect for women that she felt she deserved. They got into no less than three fights before drawing the attention of a prominent pirate of the area. The two were forced to work together to escape. However in the rush they found themselves stuck in the calm belt.
Having spent three days in the calm belt fighting off sea kings and running like hell they managed to pop out in west blue. From there they found a pirate with a bounty worth only a million. It was hardly even effort to take down this man and his crew but it did provide them with enough spending money to ferry a ride with a group of people heading into the grand line.
Fruit: None
Fighting style:
Brawling. Despite her petite figure she is actually incredibly physically strong. Her punch packs a hell of a wallop and her speed is nothing to sniff at. Her style of fighting doesn't follow any particular martial art and is mostly self taught. However despite this self taught style she incorporates moves from several different arts into her own.
For example many of her punches seem to be a mix between the way Karate and Boxing punch. However the movements are more fluid and natural than stylized. Many of her kicks seem to come from Tae Kwan do or Muai Thai. She knows how to grapple and throw as well. Her grip is strong enough to stop most ships and the gloves that she wear are made of an incredible material that doesn't seem to rip or tear no matter how much pressure and tension she puts on them.
Haki of Observation is her most powerful Haki at this point. She has useage of the Haki of Armament as well.
Ship Positions: Captain/Shipwright (looking for apprentice shipwright)
Bounty: Currently 0 |
53,170 | 1,444 | 34 | 1,966 | 2,605 | Nabil.
Cannonfire whistled outside. The eerie noise brought a dreadful sense of nostalgia to Nabil as he peered between the swinging doors. A flash of fire raced across the day before dying from a lack of fuel. His eyes narrowed as the shockwave rocked the Rusty Wench.
Too quickly he looked towards Marxo. They had waited too long, either that or somehow the marines had been tipped off about their raid. Now they were under attack. Or it could just be a random attack, some new order to wipe out any pirates heading into the Grandline. “We wasted too much time dealing with her!” He nudged his head pointedly towards the woman and her crew as they reacted to the explosions.
The air around Nabil shimmered from the rising heat surrounding him. The marines always lit a match beneath his feet. They pissed him off with their hypocritical ways and constant disregard for the innocent. A supposed order of justice that had turned out to be a mob of the weak pretending to be strong. He slid his fingers across the wood before turning towards the door to leave.
“We’re going to put an end to this,” he told Marxo as he neared the entrance.
Suddenly he heard that elven-eared woman yell for everyone to get down. He felt a twinge, a thread pull at him to roll to the left. Just as he did, the woman crashed through the tavern wall, through the counter, and into the wall; narrowly missing him. Instinctively he ran over to her, standing in the path of destruction her body made. He tsk! before stepping through and looking down at the cannonball in her hands.
That was stupid
Moments later the tavern shook again and pieces of wood started to clattered onto the floor. A ceiling fan crashed into a table and the dishes in the back could be heard shattering. Nabil went over to the seemingly unconscious woman and attempted to lift her into his arms, she didn't look like she weighed much. In his arms, she would feel warmer than normal; perhaps even hot.
“We’ll drop her off to that fishman from earlier and handle these marines ourselves.” he told Marxo. | Name: Nabil "The Calm" Valley
Height/Weight: 5’9” / 142lbs
Age: 18
The alias “The Calm” was given to Nabil due to his infallible ability to seem un-phased by most antagonist. Some assume that he hides an intelligence behind this composed wall. Those are lies. He is as smart as the next man, maybe a bit more so, but that’s mainly due to his innate caution. He knows when to shut his mouth and when to speak out against others. In that aspect, he travels in a gray area. Where one person’s reality is not his own, but instead an adjacent to what could have been. In other words, he attempts to empathize with others. His love for the sea is directly tied to his extensive love for freedom, which contradicts his abnormal caution.
Home Island/Sea: Provestal Island.
The son of two Marines, it was very unlikely that Nabil would later become a pirate. In fact, his parent’s loving nature left little to be desired. When the two were deployed, expecting to be gone for several years, he was sent to live with distant relatives on Provestal Island. A quaint, small place where a unnerving calm saturated the air.
On the island he explored the deep woods that surrounded the small town. Finding interest in the giant wild life and floral. He couldn’t understand it for the longest, unwilling to show his ignorance he would remain that way for several months. When he finally asked his aunt and cousin, they explained that the oxygen levels on the island was abnormally high. He took those words to face value and continued finish his breakfast, a rather calm fascination now inside of him.
By the age of thirteen, Nabil had seemingly become the living force of Provestal Isle’s calm. Though many had resided on the isle, not many could match his level of tranquil. When others were too afraid to enter the force, he would walk through the greenery, alongside the giant beasts, and gaze at the crater in its center. Every day he returned there, he felt the urge to delve inside grow stronger. It was like the sound of the careening waterfall hitting the dark bottom was a calling card. It beckoned for him to adventure below but caution staid his descent.
At the age of fifteen, Provestal Isle was visited by a band of pirates. They washed ashore on a broken and shattered boat, the captain deeply worried about his crew. The island offered them shelter for three nights. Those three nights were filled with stories of stormy adventures and fanciful tales of the unnatural. Needless to say, Nabil was enticed by them. On the fourth night, the Marines surrounded the isle with a fleet of ranked officers. The Pirate Captain, who expressed his desire to not tangle the island up in his affairs had decided to give himself up. He left with his crew moments later.
An hour had peacefully passed before cannon fire had begun to rain down. A scarce group of the pirates returned in tears, warning that the marines was going to kill them all, despite their surrender. Behind them, the marines trampled forward. Nabil and his cousin, along with others, were told to retreat to the forest. To let the beasts protect them as a last resort. As Nabil guided his cousin to the crater, he could hear the cries of villagers as some of the beasts prowled on them. Dark smoke soon billowed from the tree line, orange heat lined its treetops.
Nabil believed his cousin and himself to be safe. That was until canon fire came dangerously close to them. Fear led him to trying to convince his cousin to dive into the crater with him; the promise of water below was not enough though. The boy, who was supposed to jump on three with him, had stayed on top, where canon fire had seared his face and tossed him out of sight.
At the bottom of the cavern spring, Nabil immediately swore vengeance on the Marines. He followed the water to the mouth of the island, one that led out into the ocean. Once he returned back to the shore, he witnessed the pirate captain shackled and ready to be inhumanly executed. Nabil realized that the majority of the Marines had left during his long stay in the cavern and that only a few was left. He would have heroically saved the guy, if he had been so afraid.
He was shot several times in the head before finally being left alone. Nabil waited until nightfall, when the sea was quiet and empty till he finally approached. The captain was dead but the beach was littered with members of his crew. As Nabil walked through, a bloodied hand grabbed him and instructed, with vexation in his voice, to avenge them. With that in mind, he told Nabil the location of a treasure near the inn in the village.
The village was burned to the ground and Nabil had all but given up hope on finding anyone alive. They all had bullets in them, one for each alive he figured. Once to the treasure chest, he found a fruit inside. He bit it after a bit of hesitance and after spitting it out, found out it was a devil fruit. He became a 10,000 degrees human. Years later and he had become a pirate, one hell bent on getting in the marines way. Usually his actions were small, intervening with rookie marines in small towns and allowing the escape of other pirates. Though recently he hijacked a marine ship and sailed it to Reverse Mountain.
Devil Fruit: Atsu Atsu no Mi (Hot Hot Fruit)
Fighting style: Direct and brutish, Nabil fights in conjunction with his Hot Hot Fruit abilities. Landing searing blows and burning away those that stand in his way. He seems to know some form of martial arts, as he often lowers into a stance when fighting one on one. With all the potential of a Supenova. Nabil has the possibility to use Observation Haki, Arms Haki, and Conquerors Haki. Though these have not been explored and largely unseen. He will need immense training to bring these out of himself.
Atsu Atsu no Spears
Nabil shapes the heat that fumes from his body into several needles. He launches these needles at the speed of a musket's bullet and pierces those he's up against. With a cold calculation, he uses this technique to take out mass armies of weaklings. Though fast and effective, it pretty easy to dodge if you're perceptive.
Ship Positions: -
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53,171 | 1,444 | 35 | 251 | 197 | Brenda Wirrit
The 'Red Devil' sinks beneath the waves from a barrage of fire, it's treasure and supplies lost. The crew swim for shore, clutching anything that floats for support.
The red-haired captain surfaces with a deep breath of air, carrying the ship's sole devil fruit user under one arm, a small sea-chest in the other, kicking to shore. The stronger swimmers among the crew, or those who evacuated first, help them to shore, hiding out under a jetty.
Brenda regains consciousness as the sea water pours off of her, still weak and shaky. The captain slides the chest over to her.
"Whatever's in here must be pretty important for a hammer like you to risk taking a swim. It's bad luck for the Captain to leave the ship before any crew though." he says gruffly, without letting Brenda speak. "Looks like this is it for the Red Devil Pirates for now... but you're not really one of us. Only picked you up at the last port. You can lie low in town, slip away on another ship when all this dies down." He shakes his head, and shouts "Besides, we're not used to fighting with you. You'd only hold us back. Go on, get out of here!"
Brends slides back when the captain begins shouting, then turns and runs. She doesn't understand all of his words, but the meaning is clear. As she goes, the captain turns to look at the navy ship and his cutlass. "It's bad luck for the newbie to die before the Captain, anyway."
And so, Brenda finds herself running through the town, soaking wet with only the clothes on her back, the tools on her belt and the deeply precious but ultimately worthless treasures in her little chest. She spends so much time looking behind her for incoming cannonballs, she doesn't look at what's up ahead... | Name: Brenda Wirrit
Appearance:
Height/Weight: 5', 90lbs
Age: 19
Personality: Happy, upbeat and infinitely curious, Brenda tries her best to see the bright side in any situation. She panics easily, but quickly regains a manic sort of composure. She's more likely to act before thinking and deal with the consequences. The common tongue is her second language, so she sometimes misunderstands.
Home Island/Sea: Okidou Island, East Blue. An island with large forests of strong trees, chiefly exported for shipmaking. The island's inhabitants take care to the forests to ensure they plant more trees than they cut down, to ensure future livelihood. The people have their own language.
History:
Brenda grew up on Okidou Island watching the varieties of ship arrive to buy the islands wood, amazed that pieces of her homeland would travel so far. She always wanted to find out how the ships were made.
When she was nine, a storm sunk a ship near Okidou's coast. The people all helped out with the rescue. Much of the cargo was lost under the sea, but Brenda rowed her home-made raft out, swam down and found a watertight box containing a devil fruit, which she ate back at her 'secret hideout', a beach hut she also made herself.
Brenda loved her amazing new powers, but the folk back home weren't quite so happy. The captain of the sunken ship was especially displeased, as he intended to trade the fruit for a large supply of wood, to supply his shipyard. Regardless, something about the young girl's passion for carpentry appealed to him, so he made a deal with Brenda's father. She would come with him to work off the cost of the fruit, learning a shipwright's trade.
Ten years later, Brenda has finished paying off the fruit (Which also happened to be the day her tutor decided she'd learned all he could teach) and set out to explore the oceans, see new styles of carpentry. While she was working at the shipyard, Brenda took plenty of photographs (Some kind of snail-based camera?) to write letters home, and as a farewell gift the master of the shipyard gave her an empty book, to fill with memories of her journey.
Fruit:
Maze-Maze no Mi, AKA the Mix-Mix Fruit. Paramecia Type. Brenda has the ability to turn herself and other objects into a putty-like substance by rpidly kneading it with her hands. They turn back if left alone, but while transformed it can be mixed with another liquid or transformed substance, to combine the two. She can also separate the objects again by reaching 'in' and pulling it out.
Common uses for Brenda include mixing a wooden plank into glue, to get a substance that's sticky and applyable by brush but hardens into a solid wooden coating, mixing a hammer into her hand for an iron punch, or mixing cloth with a sheet of metal to easily shape it, then remove the cloth and end up with metal in the required shape.
The chief limitations on the ability are that Brenda can only transform an object small or light enough for her to lift, as she needs to use both hands to putty-ify something, and she is unable to use her ability on living creatures other than herself. Soaking combined objects in saltwater also unmixes them if done within the first few days, as the sea nullifies the devil-fruit power.
It also has a tendancy to activate when Brenda is distracted or startled, mixing her with her gear. Her hat and hair often fuse as soon as she stops paying attention, giving her a hairstyle in the shape of a hat, with it's decorations mixed in. If Brenda trips into a pile of bricks, she may turn to putty and splatter into them, reforming herself very blocky. And she tends to wake up in the morning with a pillow for a head.
Mix-Mix Combine
Rapidly knead into putty and combine two or more objects.
Mix-Mix Augment
Combine an object with a part of her body, to boost herself somehow, or gain some measure of control over it. (e.g. Hammer fist, rope tail, telescope eyes)
Mix-Mix Full Body Putty
Brenda transforms her whole body into putty. Very limited mobility, but greatly increased defence. Needs to be in this state to use Mix-Mix Full Body augment
Mix-Mix Full Body Augment
Brenda combines her whole self with an object or objects. This needs a greater supply of objects to be effective, or else they are too diluted.
Mix-Mix Separate
Pull objects out of a Mix-Mix technique, restoring them to their original properties.
So far, Brenda can only use Mix-Mix Separate on objects she's added to the mix herself. She may develop the ability to undo other mixtures or compounds in the future.
As well as the size limitation, the more alive something is, the harder it is for Brenda to work on it. Something completely inorganic is the easiest, with 'dead' organic matter such as a plank, cloth or a steak being only a little harder. A living plant is the limitation of her ability. Animals or people (Other than herself) are beyond Brenda's capabilities to alter. For now, anyway.
Fighting style: Brenda is not a skilled fighter, but if pressured into a fight her style would be best described as 'wild brawling'. She throws whatever is to hand, mixes tools into herself for extra punching power and crawls under tables, over chairs and slams doors in faces or dumps pots on heads. She's no match for a skilled fighter, but can keep an amateur off guard long enough to escape. If cornered, she'd probably try setting something on fire.
Ship Position: Assistant Shipwright
Bounty: Insignificant (May have picked up a few hundred for petty crimes in local jurisdictions, but nothing that would cross a sea) |
53,172 | 1,444 | 36 | 1,093 | 305 | M a r x o
As Marxo watched as the young captain was sent hurdling thru the door by cannon fire he thought to himself , “What a bad move.” It took him a moment to let the situation sink in. He’d heard Nabil voice in between thoughts. It seemed he’d gotten the jist of it, even though he would rather stay in the bar and smoke the offered cancer. He began to look around as the bar was crumbling . It would be in their best interest to leave. Besides Nabil was itching for a fight and cannonfire could only mean marines or just plain dumb pirates. Either way Marxo began to bloodlust. They had ruined his perfectly good day .
“ She’s not getting up from that one. Hey Nabil your were right. We did take too long . What a waste of time . Let’s deal with these nuisances quickly. I have more relaxing to do.” Marxo sped towards the doorway as Nabil carried the unconscious pirate to her shark friend. “ I’ll go ahead before you get out here and try to murder everything. Try to keep up Nabil. i won’t save anything for you.” With these words he stormed out of the tavern to get a better look of his opposition. If only he knew what waited for him behind those doors.
As Marxo arrived outside he gasped, it looked as if half of the marine fleet were at one harbor. He was immediately bombarded by young recruits itching to catch a pirate. No one would make it thru that door . Marxo called upon his devil fruit powers. “More More Jubai Soku.”, as the words left his mouth he seemed to disappear leaving the recruits in awe shock. “Where did he go?” , they exclaimed. Marxo easily dispatched the back of the crowd and reappeared before the first marine as he continued for the door . He hadn’t noticed his unit laid comfortably on the floor, dead as the night. “ Were you going somewhere?” , Marxo relented with a smile. He then proceeded to punch a hole the the man’s face.
After the first wave had been dispatched he grasped a better view of things. There seemed to be five captains with lieutenants to match. These odds excited Marxo. It meant he could show off a little. He also wondered how long Nabil would stay inside comforting the captain. Lost in thought he didn’t notice the captain in the knee highs staring him down as if he’d killed his child . But when he did he gave an even more demented stare back, almost as if to say “bring it”. “ You’re going to want to see this Nabil., he yelled towards the tavern doors. The young pirates were in for war. They were more than prepared. | Marxo St. Laurant
Height/Weight: 6’1, 160lbs
Age:19
Personality: Marxo is quite calm and collected. He tends to speak in a very collective manner. Even in dire situation, he is always the one to keep his cool. He thinks it would better help the situation if he acts this way. It is often hard to make him made but not impossible. The most two major things that upset him are being turned down by females and running out of smokes. Other than that he remains almost monotone, from his voice, personality, and mindset. His persona is due to his past. Its almost like he has a split personality . His other half is a maniacal , senseless man with no disregard to human kind. His only interest in that time is seeing everything colored red with the blood of this enemies.
Home Island/Sea: St Laurants’ Isle,South Blue
History: Marxo was born in the East Blue . His family had traveled to the South almost immediately after he was born. They settled on a deserted island and used the wildlife to live off of. His mother happened to be a master chef but not one of legend and lore. His father on the other hand was a hunter so this made the couple well adept to their surrounding. Within the first three years of Marxo’s life his parents had already tamed the island and renamed the newly cultivated place St. Laurant’s isle after his family. At 7 he was taught how to hunt alongside his father. it seem to come naturally to the boy. his first catch was a friendly panda shark whom his father told him to release back into the sea. After all his mother had no use for such meat.
At the age of 14 ,he met his first neighbors. They had also traveled from an island off in the distance. From first sight they seemed like nice people, but eventually more unwelcomes began to turn up. Marxo saw this as a good thing but his parents knew better. They decided to establish a hierarchy with Marxo’s family heading the pack. This was agreeable since they were the first one aboard the island, but one family had different plans. They wanted the St. Laurant’s lifestyle , or better yet their lives. So one day the cooked up a scheme to take out this new head family. Since the St. Laurants’ did all of the hunting and cooking the other family decided that taking the load off of them for a day would be the best way to trick the family. It seemed like a convenience to Marxo and his family so they gladly accepted the invitation. The other would hunt and prepare a monstrous feast for the now,small village and the heads of the village but inside of the meals that they could would be either sleeping or paralyzing powder. On the night Marxo was turning 15 . He could never forget this night. It would be forever burned into his mind. His parents had been gutted like fishes in front of his very eyes. They had received the sleeping powder while he the paralyzing one. He knew they never stood a chance but he begged and pleaded with the other family. They just smiled and kept cutting till his parents resembled carved turkey. He knew he’d be next.
Just as they made their way towards him , the powder began to wear off. He could feel the blood rushing in his hands, then to his arms , and legs. Next came the pain. Tears swelled up in his eyes , as he continued to play helpless. As soon as the family made its move he’d destroy them. The father began to untie his hands. The moment he felt free he took the chair his was once sitting in and slammed it across the man’s face. He then picked up a piece of broken wood the chair and ran it like a dagger straight thru his heart. He stared at the other two women with soul-less eyes. “Your next.”, he exclaimed as he rushed towards them both with the same piece of wood he’d taken the man out with previously. He stabbed the women repeatedly until he was satisfied and passed out from exhaustion.
A few hours later he awoke to find himself on a slave tradeship, along with his fellow neighbors. The boat was headed for the east blue. He would spend the next 2 years as a cook aboard a floating restaurant in the sea until his killer mentality got the best of him and he slayed the entire crew. Before deserting the emptied cafe he’d stumbled upon an odd fruit. Upon eating the fruit his body began to turn into shadows. He later came to find out it was the “Yami Yami no Mi” fruit. For the next two years he trained and study everything he could find about the fruit .He truly wants to learn how to fully control the fruit and manipulate it to help him become a pirate.
Fruit: Moa Moa no Mi: The Moa Moa no Mi is a Paramecia-class Devil Fruit that allows the user to amplify the size or speed of any object they touch.
More More Sanjubai Giri (モアモア百倍斬り Moa Moa Hyaku-bai Giri, literally meaning "More More Thirtyfold Slash"): enlarges a scythe to 30 times its original size while it's flying towards his opponent.
More More Jubai Soku (モアモア十倍速 Moa Moa Jū-bai Soku, literally meaning "More More Tenfold Speed"): increases speed to 10 times original speed,
More More Sanjubai Soku (モアモア三十倍速 Moa Moa Sanjū-bai Soku, literally meaning "More More Thityfold Speed"): increases his speed to 30 times his original speed.
Fighting style: Jeet Kune Do(Wing Chun)- not fixed or patterned, and is a philosophy with guiding thoughts. It was named for the Wing Chun concept of interception or attacking while one's opponent is about to attack. Jeet Kune Do practitioners believe in minimal movements with maximum effects and extreme speed. The system works by using different "tools" for different situations, where the situations are divided into ranges, which are kicking, punching, trapping, and grappling, where martial artists use techniques to flow smoothly between them.
Ship Position: Tba.
-For the Death and Desecration of an Entire Island
-Deaths of a Cook Captain and crewmembers. |
53,173 | 1,444 | 37 | 1,091 | 48 | Ahio
The sound of cannon fire reverberated through the city as several ships somewhere in the city opened fire. There were three possibilities of whom could be the cause of this and Ahio liked none of them. Either there were pirates fighting in the port like idiots, a large group of pirates were raiding the town, or the marines were attacking the ships of pirates new to the Grand Line. Yet, his thoughts were disrupted as he watched a cannonball rocket through the sky and fly into the tavern. The young swordsman heard the crashing of wood breaking and of somebody or something crashing against stone. From what Ahio could see, the young woman who the fishman had indicated to be the ‘Captain’. After less than a minute, Ahio turned his focus back to the outside to find the white haired male who had been inside had taken out quite a few marines who had obviously rushed into the town to take out the new pirates who had obviously been heading the Grand Line.
Ahio noticed the five captains and lieutenants standing in the road with a rather large number of grunts with them. ”Well, this isn’t how I expected my day to go but it is more fun than expected.” Ahio stated as he slid his katanas out of their sheaths. A captain stood glaring at the man with the white hair as two others motioned for their soldiers to attack. The approaching marines were intent on taking down white hair but Ahio had no intent of letting him take all the glory. The swordsman smirked at the advancing marine grunts and raised his blades as easily as he could down a bottle of sake. ” Rumble Rumble, hōshutsu!” Ahio said lightly as a current of lightning ran into the blades of his katanas. Small but highly dangerous bolts of lightning quickly launched from the blades and struck five marine soldiers center mass with another three grazing them. The advancing soldiers stopped as the five who were hit fell to the ground writhing and the three who were lucky enough to only be grazed held the cuts to stop the bleeding.
Ahio took this short pause to slide his katanas into their sheaths. The young man couldn’t help but smile in ecstasy. It had been too long since he had actually fought with somebody and even the act of fighting weak marines gave him the feeling of being at peace. But the battle was far from over. The marines shook of their shock and turned towards Ahio, splitting their forces between both him and white hair. But Ahio was ready for the advancing soldiers who obviously didn’t really want to get close to him. ”It’s nothing more than a trick men, keep going!” called a low level sergeant as he lead the marines towards the logia user. ”Rumble Rumble, Sōn shōmei!” yelled Ahio as lightning nearly encased his entire forearms. Ahio swung down one of his arms creating a vertical blade of lightning which hit four marines in a line sending them flying backwards. Two more horizontal blades were released from the young lightning man as he took a step forward. Nearly ten of the advancing marines were most likely paralyzed at this point while another seven were out of commission for the rest of day, maybe even a week. ”Couldn’t let you have all the fun over there White Hair!” Ahio yelled as several more marines scattered away from him in fear. | Name: Ahio F. Pardol
Nickname(s): None currently(To be developed as he becomes more well known)
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Height: 175cm(5’9)
Weight: 91kg(201lbs)
Personality:
“Not every step along the way has to be calculate, sometimes you just feel that the next step is the right step without thinking.”
Ahio is not the kind of man who falters when it comes acting and likes to put himself at odds with everybody even if it means fighting the world. He likes the challenge of proving people wrong, of proving that he can do anything and everything There is not a single instance in his life where Ahio has been forced to give up his dream of becoming the single greatest swordsman in existence simply because he couldn’t win a battle. Losing is an option but for him, it is meant to be the last option and only preferable to death. He lives by the code that all swordsman from his homeland live by; a cut to one’s back is dishonorable if it is received by running away. Once his loyalty is earned, he can be the most trustworthy man there is.
Status: Location; unknown believed to be alive and well.
Home Island/Sea: Tagimusha Island, Island of Samurai, North Blue Sea
History: Ahio is the youngest son of Higara Pardol of Tagimusha Island and the only one to be trained by the man known for fighting with two swords. From the time Ahio was strong enough to life a wooden sword he was trained to live by the standards of his people.
“It is not the strength of the sword but the strength of the man wielding it which will determine the outcome of a battle.”
For nearly twelve years these words were ingrained into Ahio by his father during training. His body and mind would lend strength to the blades he wields instead of relying on the strength of the blade to support him. A swordsman who relies on the blade is just as likely to fail as his steel is after using it too much. But, Ahio would not last long in his father’s care for old man Higara was dying and it would cause the greatest change in the young boys life. A few months before Ahio was to leave for the outside world, Higara died and gave him the greatest will the young man could ever receive. He came into possession of the Goro Goro no Mi which his father had received as payment a long time ago and was given his father’s swords, Jigon and Migurashi. Upon consuming the Goro Goro no Mi, Ahio became a man of lightning but has not quite developed the best control over his powers. Since then, he has arrived at an island near Reverse Mountain with hopes of setting off on an adventure to master his powers and become the greatest swordsman ever.
Fruit: Goro Goro no Mi, the Rumble-Rumble fruit. The Rumble fruit allows Ahio to become a lightning human, though he hasn’t quite begun to gain the control required to stay in his lightning form yet. Having only possessed the fruit for about two or three months, he is unsure of time span really, Ahio doesn’t quite possess the control to not cause massive damage to the surroundings and innocents around him properly. The longest Ahio has used his lightning form was thirteen minutes and even then it was unstable past ten minutes. Alternatively, he can turn his forearms into lightning and ‘throw’ blades of lightning. These blades travel around two to three meters with dissipating power after the first meter.
Fighting Style:
Primary: Nitoryu, two-sword style
•Two Sword Style: Pin Strike, Rather than using the full blade of his katanas, Ahio uses only the the tip of the blades to stab quickly as if using a rapier.
•Two Sword Style: Bolt, Using the Goro Goro fruit in tandem with his katanas, Ahio circulates lightning into the metal of the blades and can launch it for about two feet.
•Two Sword Style: Bull Charge, Ahio rushes towards his opponent with his blades set parallel to each other.
Secondary: Goro Goro no Mi, Rumble- Rumble fruit
•Rumble Rumble: Discharge(Hōshutsu), By focusing the powers of his rumble fruit into the tips of his swords or finger, Ahio can launch miniature bolts of lightning.
•Rumble Rumble: Twenty Bolt Strike, By using his blades in conjunction with his lightning powers, Ahio can launch twenty lightning blade with ease. Though, this attack isn’t very strong as the charge put into each blade is generally very low.
•Rumble Rumble: Thrown Lightning(Sōn shōmei), Ahio focuses his powers into his forearms and hands and ‘throws’ blades of lightning at the opponent.
•Rumble Rumble: Lightning Blade, The Lightning blade is the pinnacle of Ahio’s current mastery of his powers. By assuming his state of lightning, Ahio can effectively be both a weapon and the fighter. In this state he forms two swords of lightning and use them as weapons instead of his actual blades. Ahio has used four lightning blades in his lightning form before but they drastically reduced his time in the form to five minutes.
Ship Position: Brawler
Bounty: 0 |
53,174 | 1,444 | 38 | 340 | 88 | When the cannons began to fire Able was completely confused. Why would the marines bombard the entire town,sure a bunch of pirates lived in this town but their are still plenty of innocent civilians. This can not go unpunished. Suddenly he heard Nikko yell and suddenly a cannonball crashes into the bar. Able braced for a explosion but their was none, as Nikko caught the cannonball. Able yells out loud "Damn it you idiot" once he see's her lying unconscious on the floor. Nabil picks her up and hands her to Able. She still breathing which is good. The bar begins to fall apart and Able runs outside with Nikko in his arms. Once Leanord gets outside Able motions for him to come over to him. Able lays Nikko against the wall and tells Leanord "She took a hit but she will be fine. You have good eyes so I will leave her in your care. If she wakes up soon tell her I went to cause some trouble." Able begins to run off towards the marines.
Able is running down the street dodging past civilians running away from the fighting and some looters taking advantage of the situation. He saw a pirate sticking a blade to a mother and child. The mother had jewels around her neck. He could hear the pirate tell her to hand over the jewels or she will die. Able uses sudden step to quickly get behind the pirate and hits the pirate in the back of the head with his fist, knocking the pirate out. The mother screamed at the sight of Able, probably thinking he wanted the jewels. Suddenly he can feel blood lust and turns around to see seven marines closing in on Able, five had swords two had guns. Able turns around and says to the mother "Run get to some where safe." The mother than ran and her son thanked Able. Able faces the marines and closes his eyes to calm down. He could smell blood from the marines swords. Rage build inside and looked at the marines "You all call you're self protector of the civilized world. Please you all make me sick. However I shall not pass judgment down upon you, instead I shall let my blade deal with you're punishment." He pulls out his blade then uses sudden step, shooting past three of the marines, suddenly huge cuts appear across their chests and they fall. The two marines shot at Able,Able reacted and cut the bullets. He then turned around to slash downwards onto the marine behind him taking him down. He turns around again and swung his sword towards one of the gunmen, using his water missile to throw compressed water at the gunmen knocking him out cold. The second gunman shot again, this time Able grabbed the last swordsman and used him as a shield. The bullet hit the marine, taking him out. As the last gunman was reloading suddenly Able closed the gap between them with a sudden step, attacking the gunmen taking him out. Able looked out towards the massacre he just performed, and remembered that he must focus on his objective. He continues his charge towards the main marine forces.
Even if it was for a brief moment he remembered seeing the white hair fellow come this way. He was impressively fast must be a devil fruit ability.He then see's Ahio take out marines as well with his devil fruit powers. A strong man, hopefully he would join the crew. Then he arrived at the location of the white hair man and the five captains. They seem strong, strong enough to were one man would not last long. He walks up to the white hair man saying "Well it looks like you made some new friends, mind if I join the party?" He then looks at towards the captains sizing them up. | Name: Ableyo Samenoken
Appearance:
Height/Weight:9'6/230'
Age:24
Personality:
Despite his tormented life Ableyo always seems to be optimistic and always looking forward to a brighter future. His training as a child made him into a very disciplined person and usually comes off as rude due to his straight forward attitude. Ultimately he is kind and can be seen as a father figure as he always willing to lend anyone advice if he can give it. Due to recent events in his life he has tried to ultimately relax and live life to its fullest for life is short.
He usually spend his days training, meditating or other hobbies like writing. Despite what others have done to him he does not harbor any ill will to other races, as he knows not everyone carry the sins of their own kind. Their are some times though were he haunting memories comes back and this usually appears when he is holding his left side of his chest.
Home Island/Sea: Wano Country
History:
Ableyo grew up in the Wano Country in a respected fishmen clan known as the Samenoken (Translate to Shark Sword). Their they taught him everything he needed to know about being a Samurai but he had no interest, and practiced half heartily despite the disapproval of his clan. One day when Ableyo was 12 his clan was attacked by a crew of pirates/slavers. He saw his own friends and family killed in front of him, and he tried to fight back but he was to weak. That night only a handful of the clan managed to escape, Ableyo however was not so lucky. He was sold at the highest bitter and began working as a slave for a Celestial Dragon. He was branded on his left chest even to this day the pain is still there.
Once the Celestial Dragon was finished with him he was sold for dirt cheap to work as manual labor. Each day the memories of his clans destruction still vivid in his mind and he vowed to never allow that to happen again, so whenever he could he trained. For once took his training seriously with a strong goal fueling his resolve.
Ultimately events happen to were he was able to escape his slavery and join Nikko, but all that is a story for another day.
Fruit: Too awesome for fruit powers
Fighting style:
He uses a one sword fighting style usually with two hands unless he needs his left hand for something else.....like punching or grabbing something. The Samenoken swordsmanship relies on finding a opening in a opponents defense and unleashing a brutal attack when that opening is found. So when it looks like he is outmatched it really is him looking for a opportunity to strike.
All techniques are much stronger in water as with most fishman fighting styles.
* Sudden dash: Its a stepping technique were the user can bolt forward at incredible speeds, even when the user is not in motion. This is the foundation for most of the Samenoken fighting style.
* Shark Leap strike: Once the user see a opening in the opponents defense the user uses Sudden dash along with a horizontal or vertical strike. The sudden speed from the dash gives this strike a ton of brute power.
* One slash many strikes : A strike attack that uses the concept of Sudden Dash but with their arms not their legs. Doing so allows the user to make multiple attacks so quick it looks like one strike. Right now the user can only use a maximum of three strikes.
* Launching water missile : The user strikes so the moisture or body of water in the area compresses to become a projectile weapon. This attack is weaker with less water in the area.
* The water hypnosis trance: a type of trance a user puts himself in, in order to fool his body into thinking its under water by using the moisture around him. It increases his physical abilities and endurance but sadly lasts only a few minutes, upon which he can not do it again unless the user risks damages to his psyche. Completely useless in the desert.
Ship Positions: 1st Mate
Bounty: 0 |
53,175 | 1,444 | 39 | 1,966 | 2,605 | Nabil.
Behind the fighters outside, the tavern had finally collapsed on itself. The sound of the wood cracking was sonorous, echoing from all sides until the final pebble pounced from the fifteen foot tall mess and onto the ground. At the very top, where the sun’s ray glared its strongest and blinded white, was a crouched, seated figure.
Nabil looked down at the Marines with a tense frown, his deep green eyes were narrowed with hatred. Slowly, he raised up from the crumbled mess and judged each of them guilty for hypocrisy. Marxo, a sword-wielding stranger, and that fishman from before was gathered along with them. Which meant he’d have to be more … delicate with his approach.
“Disgusting, vermin,” muttered Nabil as he shaped the heat flowing off his body. Red-hot needles formed around him, each aimed at one of the marines surrounding his comrade and the others.
A shot from a musket banged the air as it was released towards him. Again, the thin thread pulled at him and directed his senses towards the danger. A single needle shot through it with such speed that the iron ball cracked and fell to the ground. Was that all the speed he could muster at his current level? he wondered.
“W-Wah, impossible. I know those powers. Marxo and Nabil, that strange duo from Yumil Isle. They’re … They’re here too!” Fear made the man’s words stutter and tremble.
Before the others could aim their muskets at him, Nabil sent the needles into their chests. They all froze in pain before their heads tilted back, their eyes went white, and they sunk to the ground. Each pierced in the heart. Their muskets fell to the ground and when the last hit the floor, Nabil had lept down and landed on the windy road.
He sighed with boredom. Those were rookies, obviously. If the captains and lieutenants had been there, they would have be cautious of the needles and been prepared. The fresh meat was less inclined to be wary of the needles positioned around him, unaware of the speed he could release them with. Heat was a powerful fuel.
“Party’s over, Gills,” said Nabil in response to the fishman’s question. “Marxo, you’re playing with your food again. That cig must’ve calmed you down considerably. Let’s head for the harbor, I’m sure they didn't attack our ship.” | Name: Nabil "The Calm" Valley
Height/Weight: 5’9” / 142lbs
Age: 18
The alias “The Calm” was given to Nabil due to his infallible ability to seem un-phased by most antagonist. Some assume that he hides an intelligence behind this composed wall. Those are lies. He is as smart as the next man, maybe a bit more so, but that’s mainly due to his innate caution. He knows when to shut his mouth and when to speak out against others. In that aspect, he travels in a gray area. Where one person’s reality is not his own, but instead an adjacent to what could have been. In other words, he attempts to empathize with others. His love for the sea is directly tied to his extensive love for freedom, which contradicts his abnormal caution.
Home Island/Sea: Provestal Island.
The son of two Marines, it was very unlikely that Nabil would later become a pirate. In fact, his parent’s loving nature left little to be desired. When the two were deployed, expecting to be gone for several years, he was sent to live with distant relatives on Provestal Island. A quaint, small place where a unnerving calm saturated the air.
On the island he explored the deep woods that surrounded the small town. Finding interest in the giant wild life and floral. He couldn’t understand it for the longest, unwilling to show his ignorance he would remain that way for several months. When he finally asked his aunt and cousin, they explained that the oxygen levels on the island was abnormally high. He took those words to face value and continued finish his breakfast, a rather calm fascination now inside of him.
By the age of thirteen, Nabil had seemingly become the living force of Provestal Isle’s calm. Though many had resided on the isle, not many could match his level of tranquil. When others were too afraid to enter the force, he would walk through the greenery, alongside the giant beasts, and gaze at the crater in its center. Every day he returned there, he felt the urge to delve inside grow stronger. It was like the sound of the careening waterfall hitting the dark bottom was a calling card. It beckoned for him to adventure below but caution staid his descent.
At the age of fifteen, Provestal Isle was visited by a band of pirates. They washed ashore on a broken and shattered boat, the captain deeply worried about his crew. The island offered them shelter for three nights. Those three nights were filled with stories of stormy adventures and fanciful tales of the unnatural. Needless to say, Nabil was enticed by them. On the fourth night, the Marines surrounded the isle with a fleet of ranked officers. The Pirate Captain, who expressed his desire to not tangle the island up in his affairs had decided to give himself up. He left with his crew moments later.
An hour had peacefully passed before cannon fire had begun to rain down. A scarce group of the pirates returned in tears, warning that the marines was going to kill them all, despite their surrender. Behind them, the marines trampled forward. Nabil and his cousin, along with others, were told to retreat to the forest. To let the beasts protect them as a last resort. As Nabil guided his cousin to the crater, he could hear the cries of villagers as some of the beasts prowled on them. Dark smoke soon billowed from the tree line, orange heat lined its treetops.
Nabil believed his cousin and himself to be safe. That was until canon fire came dangerously close to them. Fear led him to trying to convince his cousin to dive into the crater with him; the promise of water below was not enough though. The boy, who was supposed to jump on three with him, had stayed on top, where canon fire had seared his face and tossed him out of sight.
At the bottom of the cavern spring, Nabil immediately swore vengeance on the Marines. He followed the water to the mouth of the island, one that led out into the ocean. Once he returned back to the shore, he witnessed the pirate captain shackled and ready to be inhumanly executed. Nabil realized that the majority of the Marines had left during his long stay in the cavern and that only a few was left. He would have heroically saved the guy, if he had been so afraid.
He was shot several times in the head before finally being left alone. Nabil waited until nightfall, when the sea was quiet and empty till he finally approached. The captain was dead but the beach was littered with members of his crew. As Nabil walked through, a bloodied hand grabbed him and instructed, with vexation in his voice, to avenge them. With that in mind, he told Nabil the location of a treasure near the inn in the village.
The village was burned to the ground and Nabil had all but given up hope on finding anyone alive. They all had bullets in them, one for each alive he figured. Once to the treasure chest, he found a fruit inside. He bit it after a bit of hesitance and after spitting it out, found out it was a devil fruit. He became a 10,000 degrees human. Years later and he had become a pirate, one hell bent on getting in the marines way. Usually his actions were small, intervening with rookie marines in small towns and allowing the escape of other pirates. Though recently he hijacked a marine ship and sailed it to Reverse Mountain.
Devil Fruit: Atsu Atsu no Mi (Hot Hot Fruit)
Fighting style: Direct and brutish, Nabil fights in conjunction with his Hot Hot Fruit abilities. Landing searing blows and burning away those that stand in his way. He seems to know some form of martial arts, as he often lowers into a stance when fighting one on one. With all the potential of a Supenova. Nabil has the possibility to use Observation Haki, Arms Haki, and Conquerors Haki. Though these have not been explored and largely unseen. He will need immense training to bring these out of himself.
Atsu Atsu no Spears
Nabil shapes the heat that fumes from his body into several needles. He launches these needles at the speed of a musket's bullet and pierces those he's up against. With a cold calculation, he uses this technique to take out mass armies of weaklings. Though fast and effective, it pretty easy to dodge if you're perceptive.
Ship Positions: -
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Marxo laughed at Nabil’s remark. In the back of his mind he questioned the whole boat ordeal but it seemed he had an idea. “If it was destroyed we could just still another. No sense in wasting good marine boats. They won’t need them anyways, they’ll be dead. As for you two it was fun but my brother says we can’t play any longer. But alas to the harbor.” He decided to ignore the captains stare and proceeded with Nabil. For some reason he had a feeling they would meet again . For now his focus was the boat Nabil and himself had came in on. It held many precious treasure Marxo didn’t want to watch drown in the sea’s rage.
“ Before we leave , you might want to take a good look towards the ships. I’m sure that’s something you wanna see.” , Marxo said as he pointed towards the disturbing looking captain. He knew this would rile Nabil up . He’d probably forget all about the ship. On the inside Marxo was itching for a fight himself. He honestly didn’t see the need to check the ship right away. There were more interesting things in front of them. | Marxo St. Laurant
Height/Weight: 6’1, 160lbs
Age:19
Personality: Marxo is quite calm and collected. He tends to speak in a very collective manner. Even in dire situation, he is always the one to keep his cool. He thinks it would better help the situation if he acts this way. It is often hard to make him made but not impossible. The most two major things that upset him are being turned down by females and running out of smokes. Other than that he remains almost monotone, from his voice, personality, and mindset. His persona is due to his past. Its almost like he has a split personality . His other half is a maniacal , senseless man with no disregard to human kind. His only interest in that time is seeing everything colored red with the blood of this enemies.
Home Island/Sea: St Laurants’ Isle,South Blue
History: Marxo was born in the East Blue . His family had traveled to the South almost immediately after he was born. They settled on a deserted island and used the wildlife to live off of. His mother happened to be a master chef but not one of legend and lore. His father on the other hand was a hunter so this made the couple well adept to their surrounding. Within the first three years of Marxo’s life his parents had already tamed the island and renamed the newly cultivated place St. Laurant’s isle after his family. At 7 he was taught how to hunt alongside his father. it seem to come naturally to the boy. his first catch was a friendly panda shark whom his father told him to release back into the sea. After all his mother had no use for such meat.
At the age of 14 ,he met his first neighbors. They had also traveled from an island off in the distance. From first sight they seemed like nice people, but eventually more unwelcomes began to turn up. Marxo saw this as a good thing but his parents knew better. They decided to establish a hierarchy with Marxo’s family heading the pack. This was agreeable since they were the first one aboard the island, but one family had different plans. They wanted the St. Laurant’s lifestyle , or better yet their lives. So one day the cooked up a scheme to take out this new head family. Since the St. Laurants’ did all of the hunting and cooking the other family decided that taking the load off of them for a day would be the best way to trick the family. It seemed like a convenience to Marxo and his family so they gladly accepted the invitation. The other would hunt and prepare a monstrous feast for the now,small village and the heads of the village but inside of the meals that they could would be either sleeping or paralyzing powder. On the night Marxo was turning 15 . He could never forget this night. It would be forever burned into his mind. His parents had been gutted like fishes in front of his very eyes. They had received the sleeping powder while he the paralyzing one. He knew they never stood a chance but he begged and pleaded with the other family. They just smiled and kept cutting till his parents resembled carved turkey. He knew he’d be next.
Just as they made their way towards him , the powder began to wear off. He could feel the blood rushing in his hands, then to his arms , and legs. Next came the pain. Tears swelled up in his eyes , as he continued to play helpless. As soon as the family made its move he’d destroy them. The father began to untie his hands. The moment he felt free he took the chair his was once sitting in and slammed it across the man’s face. He then picked up a piece of broken wood the chair and ran it like a dagger straight thru his heart. He stared at the other two women with soul-less eyes. “Your next.”, he exclaimed as he rushed towards them both with the same piece of wood he’d taken the man out with previously. He stabbed the women repeatedly until he was satisfied and passed out from exhaustion.
A few hours later he awoke to find himself on a slave tradeship, along with his fellow neighbors. The boat was headed for the east blue. He would spend the next 2 years as a cook aboard a floating restaurant in the sea until his killer mentality got the best of him and he slayed the entire crew. Before deserting the emptied cafe he’d stumbled upon an odd fruit. Upon eating the fruit his body began to turn into shadows. He later came to find out it was the “Yami Yami no Mi” fruit. For the next two years he trained and study everything he could find about the fruit .He truly wants to learn how to fully control the fruit and manipulate it to help him become a pirate.
Fruit: Moa Moa no Mi: The Moa Moa no Mi is a Paramecia-class Devil Fruit that allows the user to amplify the size or speed of any object they touch.
More More Sanjubai Giri (モアモア百倍斬り Moa Moa Hyaku-bai Giri, literally meaning "More More Thirtyfold Slash"): enlarges a scythe to 30 times its original size while it's flying towards his opponent.
More More Jubai Soku (モアモア十倍速 Moa Moa Jū-bai Soku, literally meaning "More More Tenfold Speed"): increases speed to 10 times original speed,
More More Sanjubai Soku (モアモア三十倍速 Moa Moa Sanjū-bai Soku, literally meaning "More More Thityfold Speed"): increases his speed to 30 times his original speed.
Fighting style: Jeet Kune Do(Wing Chun)- not fixed or patterned, and is a philosophy with guiding thoughts. It was named for the Wing Chun concept of interception or attacking while one's opponent is about to attack. Jeet Kune Do practitioners believe in minimal movements with maximum effects and extreme speed. The system works by using different "tools" for different situations, where the situations are divided into ranges, which are kicking, punching, trapping, and grappling, where martial artists use techniques to flow smoothly between them.
Ship Position: Tba.
-For the Death and Desecration of an Entire Island
-Deaths of a Cook Captain and crewmembers. |
53,177 | 1,444 | 41 | 2,747 | 345 | The attack on the harbor seemed to be going well. From the point of view of the ship it seemed to be going well. The commodore stands nearly naked rubbing the stubble of his beard. He squints his eyes as he looks out over the different cannon balls being fired into the town. Many of them explode but the last one didn't. He could have sworn he saw someone catch it. Doubtful he told himself before turning over to his left to look at the tall blond captain that had approached him earlier.
"Who in the hell told them to do that? We aren't here to terrorize citizens." his voice was calm but he was clearly irritated by this turn of events. He crosses his arms and then snorts twice. "Well get a move on! Tell the other captains damnit!"
"Sir yes sir!" She answers with a quick salute and then quickly dashes off in high heels. In just a moment she arrives at the officers meeting room. Besides her there is only two other captains. She puts on her own jacket with a name across it "Kariko". The other two captains were also wearing their coats with names on them. Following closely behind her are a young woman wearing glasses and strange gloves, as well as a young boy who has a pistol at his hip that his hand seems to unconsciously keep touching.
One man standing at about six and a half feet tall with no visible weapon in hand. The name across his back is "Kuroshin". Beside him is a large oaf of a man who is both tall and fat. Next to him is a much smaller man who looked to be no older than 15 or so shuffling a deck of cards. The other captain seems to be a normal sized man sleeping in his chair. There are no others around him.
"Oi!" She shoults waking the sleeping man. "Where is cannonbaLL and sword crusher?" She asks impatiently. A vein slowly rises in her forehead through her heavy makeup.
"woah...well" The sleeping man starts rubbing his eyes. "Pretty sure they already left. I mean...do I really need to get involved? Looks like you guys probably got it-" He is cut off as the woman slams her hand on the table making it shake. "...fine."
"Can't be helped if they are already out there...." She starts pulling out a compact and fixing her makeup. "Let just head out there ourselves. Looks like there are a few strong ones." With this she turns and leaves with her companions. It seems that the others follow suit.
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As Marxo and Nabil head off on their own round about way in the port three prominent figures are made out in the crowd. One man is obviously very important and stands over seven feet tall. He wears a large white coat that trails down to his feet. However instead of having the normal sleeves they have been ripped off. Now his muscular arms are exposed. The man's face is scarred up and his yellow eyes almost shine. His faced is clean shaven and on his head is a ridiculously tall mohawk. In his hands are two small axes. Tomahawks might be a more accurate description of them. On the back end of the blades it looks like a hammer. There appear to be several of these strapped to his body under his jacket but its impossible to know just how many.
Just behind him walk two other people. Both of them are men who seem to be of normal sizes for humans. One has big poofy brown hair. This man holds a long pole weapon at least 4 meters long. Of the two he is the taller. On his arm is the rank of 2nd lieutenant. The second man is just a bit shorter than the average man with strait black hair and cold eyes. He has two much smaller staffs only at about 1 meter in length. He holds them in the middle of the staff though so it is as if he has 4 ends to fight with. On this man's arm is the rank of 1st lieutenant.
"You two take the walking tazer. I'm gonna fuck up the freaky fish guy." A grimm and sadistic smile spreads across his face. Contours and lines shadow his face as he leaps forward with incredible speed. None of the other marines in the area were even able to follow him. He seems to be making a B line for Able but when he gets close he throws both of his tomahawks at the same time aiming for both the heart and the liver. Just a split second after releasing them his hands already have grabbed two more and continue with his normal advance for a melee attack.
The other two have mixed reactions between shrugging and looking irritated but both follow through with the orders taking advantage of the captain's quick rush to make a dash for Ahio. The smaller of the two runs around to try and get behind Ahio while the first leaps into the air to bring down a powerful downward arc swing with his massive dragon pole (wow don't take that out of context).
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(sorry this one is a bit short running low on time. may edit later tonight if I can muster the energy)
As the two of you reach the port you notice that your ship is also sinking. It looks like there might be time to salvage a few things but before you get the chance a cannon ball of sorts slams into the ground right in front of them. It blasts concerete everywhere and makes a huge crater hole. Inside it you see a tiny man wearing a helmet and a blue jump suit. Floating down now to the round is a captain's jacket that has the words "Bernie Cannonball" sewn into it. The man despite having slammed into the ground incredibly hard seems fine. In fact he is crawling out of the crater and brushing himself off.
"Captain!" A voice calls down as two more people land on port. They arrived at normal speed. One was a tall woman with glasses wielding a pistol in one hand and a rapier in the other. Her partner is an older man in his 30's wearing sunglasses and smoking a cigarette. On his back is a fishing pole. No other weapons are seen.
"Hey captain..." the older man says as the other girl seems too out of breath to finish her sentence. "You can't just go ahead of us like that. It makes us look bad to the enemy when we can't catch up." He seems far to relaxed and his complaint is mostly passive. He gives a glance over at the two who had just rushed into the port. "Those ships of yours will sink to the bottom. Then at our leisure we will send down the divers to collect what you have. If you survive your trial you will be given a box to keep a few items from it if you wish." His voice is now condescending and he pulls out the fishing pole off of his back and starts to tie a hook onto the end of the string. | Name: Nikko Tenchi
Appearance:
Height/Weight: 5ft'7in/ enough
Age: Appears to be about 18.
Personality:
While in public she seems well put together and confident in private she is often childish and stubborn. She is headstrong no matter where she is however. Once her mind is made up it would take an act of god to change it. In fact if history provides any reference even that might not. While generally a happy-go-lucky kind of person she has hot blood running through her veins. She may break tables or throw things through walls when she gets angry (or just drunk).
It is her inquisitive and curious mind that rules her passion. Her favorite thing to do is to experiment or tinker with things. She has a vast desire to know how things work and to replicate them herself. Her collar and gloves are made with her inventing in mind. Her goggles, which are of her own invention stay on her head without any support at all. She can move them around where she needs and will often bring them down over her eyes during a fight that seems dangerous.
Home Island/Sea: Taiko Island
History:
I am breaking my own rule slightly as some of her past has to do with the overall plot. But in the recent year she has made her name adventuring a bit through different parts of the grand line. While never declaring herself as a pirate per-se she has always considered herself one ever since she has left home which was a year and a half ago. Since then she has met plenty of people.
Roughly one month ago she met a person who rivaled her in strength. It was a massive shark fishman hailing from the Wano Country. They initially didn't like each other as he was a bit rude and didn't have the proper respect for women that she felt she deserved. They got into no less than three fights before drawing the attention of a prominent pirate of the area. The two were forced to work together to escape. However in the rush they found themselves stuck in the calm belt.
Having spent three days in the calm belt fighting off sea kings and running like hell they managed to pop out in west blue. From there they found a pirate with a bounty worth only a million. It was hardly even effort to take down this man and his crew but it did provide them with enough spending money to ferry a ride with a group of people heading into the grand line.
Fruit: None
Fighting style:
Brawling. Despite her petite figure she is actually incredibly physically strong. Her punch packs a hell of a wallop and her speed is nothing to sniff at. Her style of fighting doesn't follow any particular martial art and is mostly self taught. However despite this self taught style she incorporates moves from several different arts into her own.
For example many of her punches seem to be a mix between the way Karate and Boxing punch. However the movements are more fluid and natural than stylized. Many of her kicks seem to come from Tae Kwan do or Muai Thai. She knows how to grapple and throw as well. Her grip is strong enough to stop most ships and the gloves that she wear are made of an incredible material that doesn't seem to rip or tear no matter how much pressure and tension she puts on them.
Haki of Observation is her most powerful Haki at this point. She has useage of the Haki of Armament as well.
Ship Positions: Captain/Shipwright (looking for apprentice shipwright)
Bounty: Currently 0 |
53,178 | 1,444 | 42 | 2,428 | 4,471 | "Run to the hiiiiiiiiiiiiils~"
Nearly instantly hitting the deck as the sounds of cannon fire echoed through the town, Leonard was definitely scared, shivering as he ran after Abel. The last thing he wanted was to stay inside a building while they were hailing cannon fire. Sticking close to Abel and awestruck that a human being just caught a cannonball and LIVED, he silently obeyed Abel's request. Gently moving her so that oxygen was ensured to flow to her brain, Leonard huddled against the wall, shaking slightly. If one thing was apparent to anybody, he was scared. Scared out of his mind. So scared he actually was starting to hyper-ventilate. With shaking hands, he reached back into his cloak, pulling out his black-iron mask, placing it over his mouth so he wouldn't breath so rapidly. Like an iron paper bag.
Looking at Nikko sadly, he hugged his knees against his chest. "...I wish...I-I wish I could help..." he says quietly, before gingerly placing his hand behind Nikko's head, making sure she wasn't bleeding from the head. "No sign of swelling...just...w-what is this woman made of? A normal person would be dead." he affirms as he quickly puts her head back where it was against the wall. As long as she didn't move too badly, even if she had a concussion, he would have some painkillers ready for her when she awoke. Keeping his eyes out for any danger, he was ready to move her at any time if need be. | Name: Leonard Siegfriedt
Appearance:
(Ignore the gun, his pansy ass probably couldn't even lift it)
Height/Weight: 5’2, 112 lbs.
Age: 19
Personality: While Leonard may seem like a rather grim person, that’s just a misconception most people would get from his clothing. He’s actually rather shy, and tries to hide as much of himself from others as he can, hence the hood and the faceguard. He’s actually a lot nicer than you’d take him for, difficult to anger and easy to please. As a doctor, he believes it to be his duty to help the unwell, and can’t stand to see people suffer when he can do something to help. Even though he has Hypochondriasis.
Home Island: North Blue, Principality of Eurijk
History: To understand why Leonard is the way he is, it’s more important to know who his parents were, or rather, parent. A woman by the name of Charlotte Siegfriedt, infamously known as the Plague Woman. A person who consumed a rather odd Devil-Fruit by the name of the Toru-Toru no Mi, the Thieving fruit. Despite the powerful nature of the fruit, Charlotte solely used the innately malicious power of the fruit to, rather than steal things such as other’s organs or lives, instead stole from them their ailments, their weariment, their sickness, and their afflictions. Truly a saint, Charlotte traveled the world, willing to help whoever she could save by using her own body as the host for innumerable viruses.
Doing so was no easy task for her, however. The pain was unbearable at times, with several fevers racking her body every week, sometimes hitting at the same time. Were it not for her strong conviction to help others, she likely would have died in her sleep countless times. Naturally, carrying that many ailments would shorten one’s lifespan dramatically, and as such, she was fated to die by the age of 30, if not sooner. Doing what she could with her remaining time, she travelled the North Blue, where she was already infamous for having eliminated the lethal Muave Pox that spread through it years before; infamous for being the only known carrier of it. As such, she was shunned and nearly stoned to death several times, resulting in the loss of one of her eyes.
From there, Leonard isn’t sure of how he came to be. He isn’t sure who his father is, or how an infant was able to be born without getting deathly ill from a woman like his mother. But what he did know was that his mother was dying every moment he was with her. It was a terrifying experience for the boy, knowing that his mother would die soon. But he never expected the day she would leave their make-shift home in the middle of the swamp-land region of Eurijk. Without a word of goodbye besides a letter telling Leonard to live honestly, his mother vanished. Sailing off to sea, she perished in the middle of the sea somewhere, her body drifting to the bottom of the sea with her host of plagues. Terribly saddened and alone, Leonard soon declined into depression, cursing the world that there was never anyone who could cure his mother of her illnesses.
Now alone in the world, Leonard studied tirelessly to perfect medicines of his own concoction, using himself and various animals around the area to test his brews. One of those concoctions also happened to nearly blow his entire home to pieces, resulting in the left side of his face to be burned quite severely. Years later, without a penny to his name, he set off into the world to cure the incurable, more than aware of his dream being absolutely ridiculous. But then...a world free of sickness never was his own dream. It was his mother’s.
Fighting Style: Do No Harm
Despite his Hippocratic Oath, Leonard understands perfectly well that in this violent world, conflict is inevitable. While not a proficient hand-to-hand fighter, he has the knowledge required to dislocate someone’s bones if given enough of an opening, as well as having amazingly precise and steady hands. Combined with his accurate vision, he is able to throw scalpels like throwing knives with a great deal of precision.
Crew Position: Doctor
Bounty: 0
Others: Wears his faceguard more to hide his face than to keep from catching something, despite his frightfully strong immune system.
While he does have the potential to have rather strong Observation Haki, he is currently unaware of Haki's existence, and has no idea how to use it.
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53,179 | 1,444 | 43 | 1,105 | 2,351 | Shattering Sylas
"Alright, it's been a long enough delay. It's time to continue on with my journey into the Grand Line." He wasn't talking to anyone in particular, he never was. The eccentric man walked alone along the port, his hands behind his head with his elbows out to the side in a relaxed pose despite the fact he was walking. "But it seems that this will have to be my ship from now on. I suppose she deserves a name, for surviving as long as she has. Hmmm... perhaps Chain Breaker Junior? No, pops would roll in his grave. It needs to be unique, magnificent, and most importantly it must scream that it was christened by Sylas Maison!" He finally arrived, standing before his ship. A solid glass vessel, shaped like a miniature galleon. Despite the fact it had no canvas on the empty mast, it was equipped with two large oars as a means of propulsion.
"I've got it! She shall be the White Rose!!" Sylas thrust his hand into the air and crossed his other arm over his chest, making an overly dramatic and equally lame pose. In an epic cue, the sound of cannonfire rang across the port at the very second he struck the silly pose. "Wha-?" While several others that had been walking around the port immediately ducked in cover as ships along the port began to explode, Sylas remained in his pose as the explosions rocked around him. He wasn't particularly worried for his own health as only one cannonball exploded nearby. And it had crashed into his glass ship, destroying it instantly and sending shards of glass in all directions while the majority of the hull sank into the water.
He remained frozen in place, his face contorted in an expression of comic disbelief. "White Rose!! Noooo!!" He broke the silence, collapsing onto his knees and taking his head in his hands in grief. By now the others had all run from the port, not willing to take the chance to see if the marine ships would open fire again. "A legendary vessel struck down the very day she earned her name! The adventures to come will never get to be!" Sylas looked almost as if he was about to cry, before suddenly recomposing himself and getting back on his feet. "It was pretty small anyways. Now I have a good excuse to make a new ship of the proper size. I bet I can get a proper mast even. But first..." His right hand moved up to smoothly adjust his glasses as his gaze stretched down the harbor, past the other sinking ships, to spot the landing marines.
"Shattering Sylas must avenge his fallen vessel..."
As a platoon of marines began to make their way from the ship towards the town, weapons already drawn, one of the young men on the right flank felt an ominous presence and noticed a shadow covering him. When he looked up and to the right to see what it was, his eyes widened in genuine surprise. Sylas came down on him, holding a gigantic hammer over his head. The odd pirate slammed into the formation of soldiers with an explosion of dust, concrete, and glass, sending soldiers flying in all directions. As the dust cleared and the marines began to pick themselves back up, Sylas was seen holding the large glass handle, notably broken off at the top from where the hammerhead had been destroyed. "I can see it now," Sylas spoke, his voice low and ominous as the glass in his hands began to regenerate, reforming the hammer.
"Shattering Sylas shatters entire Navy fleet, saves the innocent Town of Contradictions in a stunning display of passion for his beloved ship, White Rose. A long headline, but a proper one for sure." While he seemed intent on talking to himself, several marines prepared a sword charge, coming at him from all sides with their blades raised. "Hmmm, perhaps it should be shortened just a little..." Gripping his giant weapon tightly, Sylas swung it around in a full circle, the sheer size and weight of the glass hammer bashing any swords out of the way and sending the marine attached flying backwards. One full rotation later and Sylas was no longer in any danger from the marines. "Now that I look closer, it seems that there are many marines on the scene..."
Resting the weapon on his shoulder, Sylas looked back towards the town. Several other platoons had already landed and entered, causing whatever mess they were going to make. Then he looked back towards the port, at the Navy ships that were still on the water and prepared to deliver more cannonfire. "A more cowardly man might consider this a good time for a tactical retreat. But not I. My thirst for revenge will not be sated until their ships share the same fate as White Rose!" One of the marines on the ground began to move, slowly and stealthily drawing his pistol. As he aimed the weapon at Sylas's back for a surprise attack, the young man suddenly turned around and slammed the hammer against his hands in a horizontal swing. Surely this broke the marine's hands and arms, but it also sent the pistol flying into the distance like a home run. "Besides, I'm sure if I tried to sail away those ships out there would gun me down. Definitely have to handle the Navy before I leave this town..." | Name:
"Shattering" Sylas Maison
Height/Weight:
6'0" (182cm) / 170lbs (77.1kg)
Age:
20
Personality:
Eccentric and emotional, Sylas is known for being an overly melodramatic fellow. Prone to telling tale tales of grand feats he may or may not have ever accomplished, his flair for drama is second-to-none. He always strives to be interesting and unique, making it easy to spot him in a crowd by looks and sound alone. He is often written off as crazy by those that meet him, especially after they see what he is capable of. Sylas is as impulsive as they come, and accordingly unpredictable. He always strives to amaze those around him with feats of power or compassion, to be recognized as a man worthy of legend. At the very least his wierdness is legendary, but getting that point across to Sylas is impossible. Nobody looks up to Sylas more than Sylas himself. He is infallible in his own eyes and he won't stop until everyone else sees him that way too.
Home Island/Sea:
West Blue
History:
Born to Captain Ismael Maison of the Firefly Pirates, Sylas was immersed in the world of swashbuckling from a very young age. Though the Firefly Pirates and consequently Captain Ismael were nothing impressive that didn't stop the enigmatic leader to present grandiose tales to his son. Enamored with his unrealistic and romaticized view of piracy, young Sylas aimed to follow the footsteps of his father and become a legend (despite the fact his father's name was unheard of outside the West Blue). He spent his entire life on board the Firefly's ship, Chain Breaker, training to take the reigns from his father one day as the captain of the crew.
When Sylas was fourteen he encountered the Hari Hari no Mi. And encountered is the correct word, as he saw the fruit on board an enemy ship while the crew was raiding it. Being he was hungry at the time he ate it without a second thought. It was only after Ismael questioned where the Devil Fruit was that it was realized Sylas had eaten it. This temporarily put a damper on crew relations, but it was found that Sylas was an even greater asset to the crew now. He was no longer just the captain's kid but now a useful member. Granted his odd personality didn't make him exactly likable.
He trained to use his new abilities to the max, believing that they would be key to his future legends. Over time he became the powerhouse of the Firefly Pirates, surpassing anyone else on board by leagues. At nineteen his father finally grew ill and passed away (likely scurvy), leaving Sylas in charge of the Firefly Pirates rather than the more popular first mate, Hopper. Taking it to heart, Sylas immediately declared they would head to the Grand Line. As they made their way across the West Blue, slowly but surely, the crew grew dissatisfied with Sylas's style of leadership. They no longer pillaged towns or raided islands, instead marauding only other pirate crews. After three months they couldn't take it any longer.
Following an overly-eccentric twentieth birthday party for Sylas, the crew immediately mutinied. Led by the former first mate, the mutiny forced Sylas to walk the plank. As a Devil Fruit user, this surely meant he would die. But quick thinking and the Hari Hari no Mi powers allowed him to create a small boat. Using his incredible strength and a single paddle, Sylas escaped his former comrades by fleeing towards a nearby island. Or so he thought. His sense of navigation wasn't very spot on and instead Sylas had traversed into the nearby Calm Belt.
In a feat of fear-fueled stamina, Sylas managed to paddle his way across the calm belt and onto the Grand Line. With no food or water, Sylas found himself close to death before spotting Reverse Mountain and the Town of Contradiction. After arriving at the port he was given some food and water by sympathetic locals. It took only a day to recover his strength, in which Sylas was immediately indebted and forced to work off the bills for the food he had eaten. This brings us to today, two days after Sylas had arrived at the Town of Contradiction...
Fruit:
Known as the Glass-Glass Fruit, it is a Paramecia type Devil Fruit that grants the user the ability to create glass at a rapid pace and to manipulate existing glass under certain conditions. Notably not Logia class as users cannot turn themselves into glass nor are they invulnerable to physical attacks. The glass created by a Hari Hari no Mi user can have various properties as determined at the time of creation, though for existing glass to be manipulated it must be untempered and have no stain. The glass created can only ever be in a crystal, solid state though it may be structured to appear liquid. Liquid glass can also be manipulated, if pure and unstained, despite not being able to be produced by the user. The thicker the glass, the longer it takes to create. Glass can only be created from the user's body, but glass that is being manipulated has a much longer range.
Most common uses of the Hari Hari no Mi are to create weapons or structures of glass, usually thick so as not to be broken easily. The fragile nature of thin glass makes it a great weapon for slicing even when broken, though thin glass is also useful for manipulating light. A skilled user can create illusions with cleverly manipulated glass and even a an unskilled user could reflect sunlight to blind foes. There are a wide range of possibilities with the Hari Hari no Mi, though it is not without weaknesses. Even the thickest glass is weaker than the equivalent thickness of steel, and due to the crystalline nature of untempered glass it is prone to fracture with ease if it is not made to be especially thick (and even then it is not on par with an identical weapon/structure made of metal). Due to the nature of Busoshoku Haki, Hari Hari no Mi glass of any thickness is shattered with ease if struck by it. Consequently, Busoshoku Haki can be imbued into the glass created if the user is adept with Haki, negating the Haki weakness to a degree.
Fighting style:
Sylas is a powerhouse, exhibiting incredible strength and the capability to wield absurdly large weapons of his own creation. Though agile in his own right he will stick to his greatest strength: strength. Sylas primarily fights using glass weapons, such as hammers and swords, but his style is just as versatile as his Devil Fruit. Though he is capable of fighting without his Devil Fruit powers, he does lack martial art skills and has to rely on pure physical capability to get by. Sylas is capable of using Busoshoku (Arms) and Kenbunshoku (Observation) Haki to certain degrees, though he reserves this ability.
Hari Hari no Hammerfall
Sylas creates an absurdly large hammer of glass, over twice his own size, and swings it down with enough force to annihilate the hammer and usually most anything in its path. This can be considered his signature technique and has attributed to his epithet, for the shattering hammer. This technique can be used alternatively, to allow extended use of the hammer by not immediately smashing it.
Hari Hari no Great Hammerfall
An enlarged version of his signature technique. Sylas creates an even more absurdly large hammer, this time large enough smash an entire building or even a ship. Notably takes more time to create the weapon and it is much more unwieldy in his hands. Only ever good for one attack.
Hari Hari no Saber
A large glass sword is created. Though fragile and easy to break, it is incredibly sharp. When it is broken the shattered pieces are capable of causing further damage. Sylas can repair the blade in order to extend how long it can be useful.
Hari Hari no Windmill
Two meter-long, six-point throwing stars are created and flung at the enemy. Due to Sylas's ability to control the glass they will give chase and home in on the desired target until broken beyond use or they hit their mark. Much like the Saber they are incredibly sharp and breaking them still has a probability of taking damage.
Hari Hari no Geyser
An eruption of thick and spiky layers of glass form from Sylas's feet, stabbing foes and repelling attacks. Due to the thickness of the glass it is less sharp and not as likely to completely slice through opponents, but it is more resilient and can withstand stronger attacks as well as still being able to harm whoever was in the blast zone.
Hari Hari no Anchor
By creating a sheet of glass across the ground (or oceanwater, if out at sea) and underneath a foe (or opposing ship), Sylas can trap his enemy. Once the glass reaches underneath the enemy it will grow upwards to anchor them in place. For humanoid foes this only requires reaching up to the waist to completely halt their leg movement, and for ships at seat it simply requires getting completely underneath and surrounding it only by a few feet (which is more than enough to completely remove the ship from the water).
Hari Hari no Mirror
One of Sylas's weaker moves, as it does not usually fit his style and is thus not often used or practiced. Sylas creates a pane of glass, warped to just the right angle to reflect the brightest light source available (usually the sun) and project it in the direction of his enemy to temporarily blind them.
Hari Hari no Mist
Two balls of glass are created before being broken (throwing, crushing, smashing, doesn't matter), causing them to explode into many tiny shards of glass. Controlling the direction of the spray can create a painful diversion for his foes, potentially blinding them (the permanent kind of blind).
Hari Hari no Laser
Using a large, circular disk of glass, Sylas focus sunlight onto a specific point via refraction and magnification. This is used to cause fires on anything wooden, and only requires a few seconds of accurate aiming once the disk is properly aligned with the sun.
*Note*
Due to the versatile nature of the Hari Hari no Mi, there are many more possibilities of use other than those listed above. This list is to cite the most common and most notable techniques, though more may be added as Sylas expands his uses.
Ship Positions:
TBA (Former Captain of the Firefly Pirates)
Bounty:
3,000,000 Berries |
53,180 | 1,444 | 44 | 251 | 197 | Brenda Wirrit
Brenda hurries through the streets, turns a sharp corner and runs into what she first takes for a tartan wall, falling backwards. She then looks up to see a huge kilted marine turning around to look her way. The brute considers, then reaches down to the inexperienced pirate.
Brenda stands and swallows, only for the marine to grab her treasure chest with two massive fingers and try to lift it away from her. Brenda holds on so tightly she's lifted as well, curling up around her treasure as the Marine begins trying to shake her off.
Through what remains of the tavern window flies a beige ball of goop, impacting behind the bar with a splat and falling to the floor along with several bottles. Then there's a groan from behind the bar, and a woman made of blue glass, with a cork for hair, paper labels for clothes and an unknown substance sloshing about inside stands up.
The woman takes a moment to regain her footing, and then looks at her hands. "Mix-Mix Separate!" she says to herself, before reaching into her body and pulling out several bottles of grog. When the last is removed, her body changes to beige putty, then back to flesh and blood (And cloth, leather, wood, metal and everything else about her person).
"Ah! Su Atano!" she says suddenly, her words foreign but her tone one of shock. She begins patting herself down, eventually breathing a sigh of relief as she lifts her shirt to reveal a wooden belly, with a brass keyhole over her navel and hinges on one side.
Finally, Brenda notices the other people in the tavern. The unconscious woman, the man tending to her, the various pirates preparing to fight or hide. "Is every person okay?" she asks, before being answered by another ominous croak from the overhead beam, and asking "Do you want me to fix that?" She takes a hammer and nails from her belt, gesturing to the crack. | Name: Brenda Wirrit
Appearance:
Height/Weight: 5', 90lbs
Age: 19
Personality: Happy, upbeat and infinitely curious, Brenda tries her best to see the bright side in any situation. She panics easily, but quickly regains a manic sort of composure. She's more likely to act before thinking and deal with the consequences. The common tongue is her second language, so she sometimes misunderstands.
Home Island/Sea: Okidou Island, East Blue. An island with large forests of strong trees, chiefly exported for shipmaking. The island's inhabitants take care to the forests to ensure they plant more trees than they cut down, to ensure future livelihood. The people have their own language.
History:
Brenda grew up on Okidou Island watching the varieties of ship arrive to buy the islands wood, amazed that pieces of her homeland would travel so far. She always wanted to find out how the ships were made.
When she was nine, a storm sunk a ship near Okidou's coast. The people all helped out with the rescue. Much of the cargo was lost under the sea, but Brenda rowed her home-made raft out, swam down and found a watertight box containing a devil fruit, which she ate back at her 'secret hideout', a beach hut she also made herself.
Brenda loved her amazing new powers, but the folk back home weren't quite so happy. The captain of the sunken ship was especially displeased, as he intended to trade the fruit for a large supply of wood, to supply his shipyard. Regardless, something about the young girl's passion for carpentry appealed to him, so he made a deal with Brenda's father. She would come with him to work off the cost of the fruit, learning a shipwright's trade.
Ten years later, Brenda has finished paying off the fruit (Which also happened to be the day her tutor decided she'd learned all he could teach) and set out to explore the oceans, see new styles of carpentry. While she was working at the shipyard, Brenda took plenty of photographs (Some kind of snail-based camera?) to write letters home, and as a farewell gift the master of the shipyard gave her an empty book, to fill with memories of her journey.
Fruit:
Maze-Maze no Mi, AKA the Mix-Mix Fruit. Paramecia Type. Brenda has the ability to turn herself and other objects into a putty-like substance by rpidly kneading it with her hands. They turn back if left alone, but while transformed it can be mixed with another liquid or transformed substance, to combine the two. She can also separate the objects again by reaching 'in' and pulling it out.
Common uses for Brenda include mixing a wooden plank into glue, to get a substance that's sticky and applyable by brush but hardens into a solid wooden coating, mixing a hammer into her hand for an iron punch, or mixing cloth with a sheet of metal to easily shape it, then remove the cloth and end up with metal in the required shape.
The chief limitations on the ability are that Brenda can only transform an object small or light enough for her to lift, as she needs to use both hands to putty-ify something, and she is unable to use her ability on living creatures other than herself. Soaking combined objects in saltwater also unmixes them if done within the first few days, as the sea nullifies the devil-fruit power.
It also has a tendancy to activate when Brenda is distracted or startled, mixing her with her gear. Her hat and hair often fuse as soon as she stops paying attention, giving her a hairstyle in the shape of a hat, with it's decorations mixed in. If Brenda trips into a pile of bricks, she may turn to putty and splatter into them, reforming herself very blocky. And she tends to wake up in the morning with a pillow for a head.
Mix-Mix Combine
Rapidly knead into putty and combine two or more objects.
Mix-Mix Augment
Combine an object with a part of her body, to boost herself somehow, or gain some measure of control over it. (e.g. Hammer fist, rope tail, telescope eyes)
Mix-Mix Full Body Putty
Brenda transforms her whole body into putty. Very limited mobility, but greatly increased defence. Needs to be in this state to use Mix-Mix Full Body augment
Mix-Mix Full Body Augment
Brenda combines her whole self with an object or objects. This needs a greater supply of objects to be effective, or else they are too diluted.
Mix-Mix Separate
Pull objects out of a Mix-Mix technique, restoring them to their original properties.
So far, Brenda can only use Mix-Mix Separate on objects she's added to the mix herself. She may develop the ability to undo other mixtures or compounds in the future.
As well as the size limitation, the more alive something is, the harder it is for Brenda to work on it. Something completely inorganic is the easiest, with 'dead' organic matter such as a plank, cloth or a steak being only a little harder. A living plant is the limitation of her ability. Animals or people (Other than herself) are beyond Brenda's capabilities to alter. For now, anyway.
Fighting style: Brenda is not a skilled fighter, but if pressured into a fight her style would be best described as 'wild brawling'. She throws whatever is to hand, mixes tools into herself for extra punching power and crawls under tables, over chairs and slams doors in faces or dumps pots on heads. She's no match for a skilled fighter, but can keep an amateur off guard long enough to escape. If cornered, she'd probably try setting something on fire.
Ship Position: Assistant Shipwright
Bounty: Insignificant (May have picked up a few hundred for petty crimes in local jurisdictions, but nothing that would cross a sea) |
53,181 | 1,444 | 45 | 2,643 | 221 | DYING IS NOT REPAYING A DEBT
ONLY WEAK MEN WOULD DIE AFTER SOMEONE SPARED THEIR LIVES
It seemed Zell's plan was canceled in a second as the tavern went down after rumbling sounds came from the outside. In a blink, the red-haired girl was thrown from one side to another side of the tavern by a cannonball. Fortunately, the cannonball was being a good boy by not detonating when she caught it. If it was detonated, the explosion could rip apart her fingers or her whole arm. Zell was sure one lucky guy, he escaped from the chaos and made to the outside. He could use his devil fruit power when he was inside but he didn't want to break a sweat for a temporary chaos. Anyway, he scanned the area and noticed few marine ships were in the harbor. "Nice.." Zell was smiling as his blood rushed around quickly through the veins. His adrenaline was high and he was hungry for actions. However, he could contain it inside him and decided to stay good while the other pirates rampaging. Sure, they were beasts and it wouldn't need another beast to wreck havoc around.
Zell took a sitting place on a bench across the tavern and he watched in awe as the guys took care of all the problems. Zell reached his sword on his back and he unsheathed it from the scabbard. "At least, I should be cautious during this mahyem." . mumbled Zell. | Name: Zell Narukami
Height/Weight: 5'10", 180 lbs
Age: 23
Personality:
Zell is a man whose been instilled with values.He is someone who believes strongly in being able to forge his own path by his own two hands. He's not opposed to fighting to protect his beliefs. Even if he looses. He's never set in his ways though he is constantly adapting to the world around him letting the way of the world help shape, define and re-define him. But his core beliefs never change. Fight for what you believe in, think with your head not your heart, if it's something that burns strongly within follow it. And help out those in need.
Zell's reaction to people is initially friendly, however if they prove that they are against him or act to hurt someone without any provocation then he grows to dislike them. He's a charismatic person, he could persuade someone to do something for him. His ambitions lead him to a great path, the path shows the true side of him. He often respects his enemies in battle, humiliating them on the battle isn't his style.
He has two major quirks to his personality, one being that be believes that the strongest beliefs always win. Regardless of the medium through which they are conveyed be it words or fists. The second quirk is a simple one. Living for yourself is the same as living for nothing. Live for others, don't only focus on yourself.
Home Island/Sea: East Blue
History:
Zell was born in a nice kingdom of Goa. Subject to his loving parents, and an overwhelming amount of caring relatives and neighbors, he wanted for nothing as a child. When he was four, he had to say goodbye to Goa Kingdom, and move with his parents back down to Loguetown. They settled on Loguetown, and his parents set a business there. Between working out in the town, and managing his peace projects, his father was a very busy man, but he still made all the time he could to spend playing with his son.
When he became old enough, he would follow him around all day while he took care of problems that had arisen and managing different aspects of the town. He was walking around the town with his father, something caught his eyes, a muscular man was punching on trees. Zell approached the man, and asked all about the man's tasks. Zell eyes stared at the dents on the stem and the scratches, he asked that man if he could teach him about martial art someday. When Zell turned 13, he decided to help that man, his job was to collect the broken wood from the trees. Zell taught by the man on how to punch properly when he reached the age of 14, Zell took a special class on the evening. When he turned to 16, he was able to punch through a plank. But, only in a small scale. He spent his free time training more on his martial arts after his father said that he should be able to protect everyone in the family. Zell trained hard and also worked hard to gain more knowledge. His parents was happy to see Zell.One day when Zell was 14 years old, A pirate crew stopped at his village, and went to the bar, they talked about Devil Fruits they got when they were sailing around the island. Zell read about Devil Fruits once, and the power was scary, but with such power, he could protect his family easily. He went to their ships, some people stood on the ships, guarding it. Zell approached them, and asked about a devil fruit. With his curiosity and cute face, they showed him the devil fruit, Zell glared at it, and took it instantly. Without any hesitation, he jumped to the sea because it was the fastest route to escape. They were chasing Zell, but Zell ate the fruit, he felt something weird, suddenly, he couldn't swim, and he lost his energy. Unfortunately, the pirates swam, and caught him. The furious captain came, and asked him about the devil fruit. When Zell told them that he ate it, they were furious, and wanted to kill him, but a villager who knew Zell called for help, the other villagers gathered, and asked the pirates to leave Zell alone. They released Zell, and Zell began to run away. The pirates took their swords, and advanced toward the villagers, the villagers stood up for Zell. Fortunately, a marine ship sailed toward the island, the marine ship was quite far, but if the pirates caused some trouble here, the marine would stop here, and caught them. One of the pirate crew spotted it, they decided to return to their ships, and flee. Zell found out his ability when he was training on the courtyard, suddenly his hands turned into blades when he tried to attack a dummy. Zell trained himself on his backyard, at first, it was a fail, he can't control the power, but after a lot of training, and dedication, he managed to turn his limbs into blade whenever he wanted to.
When he turned 18, after more than a decade and a half of listening to his father's stories of the sea, he decided he wanted to go sail the sea too, his father experienced the sea at a very young age, Zell's grandfather always brought his father to every journey, they sailed around East Blue, but not all lands in East Blue explored, his grandfather wrote a journals about his journey, before he died, and he gave the journals to Zell's father. At first, his parents was afraid with Zell's decision. Luckily, the man who taught him everything interfered, saying Zell was more than prepared to go on his own adventure. His father worried, but couldn't stop him from leaving. Zell was aiming to find huge amount of treasures. To find a lot of treasure, you must become a strong person, he wanted a fame so much, so, the world will know about him, he need to be the strongest pirate, so, he can conquer the world easily, and find a lot of treasures. Hopefully, he can achieve him with individuals called as Nakamas.
Fruit: Supa Supa no Mi (Dice Dice Fruit)
Fighting style: He wields a single katana but mainly goes on hand-to-hand combat. This style is enhanced by his Fruit Power, it allows him to turn his limbs into blades, this can inflict a piercing damage or cuts to the target upon contact so he doesn't afraid to attack someone with bare fist. As a result, his main focus is on his martial arts. He also might use his gifts in Haki, but currently, they are inactive inside him unless he train himself to unlock it.
Ship Positions: Fighter
Bounty: 0 |
53,182 | 1,444 | 46 | 1,966 | 2,605 | Nabil.
Nabil paused as they reached the harbor, a dull yet exaggerated sigh leaving him. Marxo had been right, almost severely so. The ships had all been put down, the wreckage sinking into the debilitating ocean. Almost comically, the black haired pirate craned his neck towards his comrade and itched the side of his temple with his index finger, a light, cool chuckle leaving him.
“You were right as usual,” he admitted, just as he had dozens, no hundreds of times before.
In the grand scheme of things Marxo was a guiding star for Nabil. The youth had a darkening tunnel vision when it came to the marines and Marxo was the lanterns at the top, signs on the side, and occasionally the push that save his life from an oncoming train of overwhelming odds. He stuck a hand in his pocket and started to walk toward Marxo, some of the stuff on the ship could still be salvaged if they hurried but the both of them were Devil Fruit users, was it worth it?
Just as he turned around to face Marxo, he felt a shift in the thermal energy in the air. It was approaching fast too, far too fast for him to warn his blue-haired comrade. Simply, he launched himself out the way. He trusted Marxo to do the same since they trusted each other’s reaction wholly.
As he flipped around to face the crashing object, he was struck by expelled dirt and pebbles. The first pebble nicked the side of his neck, the rest of the rubble that passed by was dodged with minuscule movements. A wispy smoke hid the figure coming from the crater, so much in fact that Nabil had to scrutinize the smoke with a glare in order to see him.
The others that approached was worrisome but he felt more inclined to rip the captain apart. Anger etched its way onto his face, an unfiltered rage that disclosed his past but sheltered his usual calm. His right fist and forearm glowed hot-red as steam billowed from it.
“Atsu Atsu no Wrecking Ball!” he shouted, bursting towards the captain and throwing a powerful blow towards the man’s kidney, ready to unleash a barrage of heated attacks once he was stunned by the pain. | Name: Nabil "The Calm" Valley
Height/Weight: 5’9” / 142lbs
Age: 18
The alias “The Calm” was given to Nabil due to his infallible ability to seem un-phased by most antagonist. Some assume that he hides an intelligence behind this composed wall. Those are lies. He is as smart as the next man, maybe a bit more so, but that’s mainly due to his innate caution. He knows when to shut his mouth and when to speak out against others. In that aspect, he travels in a gray area. Where one person’s reality is not his own, but instead an adjacent to what could have been. In other words, he attempts to empathize with others. His love for the sea is directly tied to his extensive love for freedom, which contradicts his abnormal caution.
Home Island/Sea: Provestal Island.
The son of two Marines, it was very unlikely that Nabil would later become a pirate. In fact, his parent’s loving nature left little to be desired. When the two were deployed, expecting to be gone for several years, he was sent to live with distant relatives on Provestal Island. A quaint, small place where a unnerving calm saturated the air.
On the island he explored the deep woods that surrounded the small town. Finding interest in the giant wild life and floral. He couldn’t understand it for the longest, unwilling to show his ignorance he would remain that way for several months. When he finally asked his aunt and cousin, they explained that the oxygen levels on the island was abnormally high. He took those words to face value and continued finish his breakfast, a rather calm fascination now inside of him.
By the age of thirteen, Nabil had seemingly become the living force of Provestal Isle’s calm. Though many had resided on the isle, not many could match his level of tranquil. When others were too afraid to enter the force, he would walk through the greenery, alongside the giant beasts, and gaze at the crater in its center. Every day he returned there, he felt the urge to delve inside grow stronger. It was like the sound of the careening waterfall hitting the dark bottom was a calling card. It beckoned for him to adventure below but caution staid his descent.
At the age of fifteen, Provestal Isle was visited by a band of pirates. They washed ashore on a broken and shattered boat, the captain deeply worried about his crew. The island offered them shelter for three nights. Those three nights were filled with stories of stormy adventures and fanciful tales of the unnatural. Needless to say, Nabil was enticed by them. On the fourth night, the Marines surrounded the isle with a fleet of ranked officers. The Pirate Captain, who expressed his desire to not tangle the island up in his affairs had decided to give himself up. He left with his crew moments later.
An hour had peacefully passed before cannon fire had begun to rain down. A scarce group of the pirates returned in tears, warning that the marines was going to kill them all, despite their surrender. Behind them, the marines trampled forward. Nabil and his cousin, along with others, were told to retreat to the forest. To let the beasts protect them as a last resort. As Nabil guided his cousin to the crater, he could hear the cries of villagers as some of the beasts prowled on them. Dark smoke soon billowed from the tree line, orange heat lined its treetops.
Nabil believed his cousin and himself to be safe. That was until canon fire came dangerously close to them. Fear led him to trying to convince his cousin to dive into the crater with him; the promise of water below was not enough though. The boy, who was supposed to jump on three with him, had stayed on top, where canon fire had seared his face and tossed him out of sight.
At the bottom of the cavern spring, Nabil immediately swore vengeance on the Marines. He followed the water to the mouth of the island, one that led out into the ocean. Once he returned back to the shore, he witnessed the pirate captain shackled and ready to be inhumanly executed. Nabil realized that the majority of the Marines had left during his long stay in the cavern and that only a few was left. He would have heroically saved the guy, if he had been so afraid.
He was shot several times in the head before finally being left alone. Nabil waited until nightfall, when the sea was quiet and empty till he finally approached. The captain was dead but the beach was littered with members of his crew. As Nabil walked through, a bloodied hand grabbed him and instructed, with vexation in his voice, to avenge them. With that in mind, he told Nabil the location of a treasure near the inn in the village.
The village was burned to the ground and Nabil had all but given up hope on finding anyone alive. They all had bullets in them, one for each alive he figured. Once to the treasure chest, he found a fruit inside. He bit it after a bit of hesitance and after spitting it out, found out it was a devil fruit. He became a 10,000 degrees human. Years later and he had become a pirate, one hell bent on getting in the marines way. Usually his actions were small, intervening with rookie marines in small towns and allowing the escape of other pirates. Though recently he hijacked a marine ship and sailed it to Reverse Mountain.
Devil Fruit: Atsu Atsu no Mi (Hot Hot Fruit)
Fighting style: Direct and brutish, Nabil fights in conjunction with his Hot Hot Fruit abilities. Landing searing blows and burning away those that stand in his way. He seems to know some form of martial arts, as he often lowers into a stance when fighting one on one. With all the potential of a Supenova. Nabil has the possibility to use Observation Haki, Arms Haki, and Conquerors Haki. Though these have not been explored and largely unseen. He will need immense training to bring these out of himself.
Atsu Atsu no Spears
Nabil shapes the heat that fumes from his body into several needles. He launches these needles at the speed of a musket's bullet and pierces those he's up against. With a cold calculation, he uses this technique to take out mass armies of weaklings. Though fast and effective, it pretty easy to dodge if you're perceptive.
Ship Positions: -
10,000,000 |
53,183 | 1,444 | 47 | 1,093 | 305 | M a r x o
As they reached the harbor , Marxo accumulated the damages that may have happened to their ship. He looked upon the sea as the boat sank with all items intact. He was right. Sometimes he hated being right. Would there ever be a time in this life that this sixth sense wouldn’t save him and Nabil. There was nothing they would salvage from the ship. Their devil fruit powers wouldn’t permit it. “I don’t think we had anything worth drowning for on the ship.” , Marxo said as he tried to coax Nabil not to try and swim. No sooner than he’d spoken, a cannonball like figure flew from the sky blasting the remaining pieces of the already ruined boat into nothingness. Nabil easily dodged the debris , only being hit by small rocks. Marxo on the other hand was so lost in thought he caught a full impact of the aftershock. It sent him hurdling into a nearby building.
As he awoke from unconsciousness he muttered , “ Asshole. Stupid cannonball interrupted my train of thought.” To Marxo’s surprise the cannonball turned out to be a human and not just any human but a damn marine. He unfurled himself from the ball form he was currently and again to speak. Marxo couldn’t hear him though over the sound of Nabil getting overexcited .
“Atsu Atsu no Wrecking Ball!” , the rage could be felt in Nabil’s voice as he launched his immediate attack. Marxo decided it may be best just to hang out in the newly hollowed out hole he’d made in the building. As long as no one else showed up Nabil would be fine and besides he had bigger problems like the headache arising in his head. In concern he yelled out to Nabil. “ Make sure you destroy that bastard. He ruined our ship and interrupted our conversation.” | Marxo St. Laurant
Height/Weight: 6’1, 160lbs
Age:19
Personality: Marxo is quite calm and collected. He tends to speak in a very collective manner. Even in dire situation, he is always the one to keep his cool. He thinks it would better help the situation if he acts this way. It is often hard to make him made but not impossible. The most two major things that upset him are being turned down by females and running out of smokes. Other than that he remains almost monotone, from his voice, personality, and mindset. His persona is due to his past. Its almost like he has a split personality . His other half is a maniacal , senseless man with no disregard to human kind. His only interest in that time is seeing everything colored red with the blood of this enemies.
Home Island/Sea: St Laurants’ Isle,South Blue
History: Marxo was born in the East Blue . His family had traveled to the South almost immediately after he was born. They settled on a deserted island and used the wildlife to live off of. His mother happened to be a master chef but not one of legend and lore. His father on the other hand was a hunter so this made the couple well adept to their surrounding. Within the first three years of Marxo’s life his parents had already tamed the island and renamed the newly cultivated place St. Laurant’s isle after his family. At 7 he was taught how to hunt alongside his father. it seem to come naturally to the boy. his first catch was a friendly panda shark whom his father told him to release back into the sea. After all his mother had no use for such meat.
At the age of 14 ,he met his first neighbors. They had also traveled from an island off in the distance. From first sight they seemed like nice people, but eventually more unwelcomes began to turn up. Marxo saw this as a good thing but his parents knew better. They decided to establish a hierarchy with Marxo’s family heading the pack. This was agreeable since they were the first one aboard the island, but one family had different plans. They wanted the St. Laurant’s lifestyle , or better yet their lives. So one day the cooked up a scheme to take out this new head family. Since the St. Laurants’ did all of the hunting and cooking the other family decided that taking the load off of them for a day would be the best way to trick the family. It seemed like a convenience to Marxo and his family so they gladly accepted the invitation. The other would hunt and prepare a monstrous feast for the now,small village and the heads of the village but inside of the meals that they could would be either sleeping or paralyzing powder. On the night Marxo was turning 15 . He could never forget this night. It would be forever burned into his mind. His parents had been gutted like fishes in front of his very eyes. They had received the sleeping powder while he the paralyzing one. He knew they never stood a chance but he begged and pleaded with the other family. They just smiled and kept cutting till his parents resembled carved turkey. He knew he’d be next.
Just as they made their way towards him , the powder began to wear off. He could feel the blood rushing in his hands, then to his arms , and legs. Next came the pain. Tears swelled up in his eyes , as he continued to play helpless. As soon as the family made its move he’d destroy them. The father began to untie his hands. The moment he felt free he took the chair his was once sitting in and slammed it across the man’s face. He then picked up a piece of broken wood the chair and ran it like a dagger straight thru his heart. He stared at the other two women with soul-less eyes. “Your next.”, he exclaimed as he rushed towards them both with the same piece of wood he’d taken the man out with previously. He stabbed the women repeatedly until he was satisfied and passed out from exhaustion.
A few hours later he awoke to find himself on a slave tradeship, along with his fellow neighbors. The boat was headed for the east blue. He would spend the next 2 years as a cook aboard a floating restaurant in the sea until his killer mentality got the best of him and he slayed the entire crew. Before deserting the emptied cafe he’d stumbled upon an odd fruit. Upon eating the fruit his body began to turn into shadows. He later came to find out it was the “Yami Yami no Mi” fruit. For the next two years he trained and study everything he could find about the fruit .He truly wants to learn how to fully control the fruit and manipulate it to help him become a pirate.
Fruit: Moa Moa no Mi: The Moa Moa no Mi is a Paramecia-class Devil Fruit that allows the user to amplify the size or speed of any object they touch.
More More Sanjubai Giri (モアモア百倍斬り Moa Moa Hyaku-bai Giri, literally meaning "More More Thirtyfold Slash"): enlarges a scythe to 30 times its original size while it's flying towards his opponent.
More More Jubai Soku (モアモア十倍速 Moa Moa Jū-bai Soku, literally meaning "More More Tenfold Speed"): increases speed to 10 times original speed,
More More Sanjubai Soku (モアモア三十倍速 Moa Moa Sanjū-bai Soku, literally meaning "More More Thityfold Speed"): increases his speed to 30 times his original speed.
Fighting style: Jeet Kune Do(Wing Chun)- not fixed or patterned, and is a philosophy with guiding thoughts. It was named for the Wing Chun concept of interception or attacking while one's opponent is about to attack. Jeet Kune Do practitioners believe in minimal movements with maximum effects and extreme speed. The system works by using different "tools" for different situations, where the situations are divided into ranges, which are kicking, punching, trapping, and grappling, where martial artists use techniques to flow smoothly between them.
Ship Position: Tba.
-For the Death and Desecration of an Entire Island
-Deaths of a Cook Captain and crewmembers. |
53,184 | 1,444 | 48 | 1,091 | 48 | Ahio
”Oh, a two on one eh? I didn’t think that Marines were that foolish!” Ahio called out as he drew his left hand sword to block the incoming pole. The second lieutenant with two poles rushed towards the swordsman who’s left arm was now locked so as not to collapse and cause the pole to collide with the man’s collarbone. Ahio could only draw his right hand blade and block one of the poles as the man swung both. The second pole crashed into Ahio’s ribs, cracking a couple of them and maybe breaking one or two. Focusing less on the pain of a broken rib and more on the fight, Ahio crouched down and bent backward causing the first lieutenant to tilt over him and the pole to collide with the ground while the second lieutenant’s follow up attack quite simply hit the air above Ahio’s head. The now free left hand katana swung towards the second lieutenant’s legs only to be dodge by a hop backwards leaving the first lieutenant’s pole to be cut into by the katana colliding directly into. With a slight jerk, Ahio removed the katana and once against sliced towards the first lieutenant but with result this time as the blade cuts the lieutenant’s right arm causing blood to blotch the shirt the man was wearing.
Ahio had been barely fighting for more than three minutes and he was already sweating from the two’s assault. They were much stronger than anybody he had fought before but it was perfect for making him stronger. If he wished to be the best swordsman he would have to fight opponents who were natural counters against him like bojutsu users. Lightning began to spark between the two blades resting in the young swordsman’s hands as he charged them for his next attack. ”Nitoryu, Boruto!” Ahio called out as he made a swing with both of his blades parallel to one another, sending two blades flying towards both the lieutenants. The Lieutenants blocked the attacks causing the remaining lightning to curve around them, blinding them for a short moment. That moment was long enough as Ahio launched twelve bolts using discharge, six for each lieutenant, at them. These were low power bolts but each hit left a mark of black on the clothing and skin beneath as they collided with the men. The second lieutenant was knocked over by the final bullet colliding against him leaving the first lieutenant to face the assault of Ahio who now had advanced upon the man and attacked with both blades at once.
The lieutenant could only block one blade with his pole and instead designed to duck under the blades and swing for Ahio’s legs which cause the swordsman to topple over onto his side. The swordsman was met by a pole colliding with his stomach when he tried to roll away and only successfully got away by kicking the pole away before he was hit by the second lieutenant’s dual poles colliding against where his arms would have been. Such an attack would have broken or cracked his arms at the very least if he hadn’t reacted so quickly. Ahio almost felt as if he could tell what the two were going to do, a warrior’s instinct his father called it. He had almost laughed at the old man when he stated it originally to the twelve year old Ahio but now he believed it more than most likely any man had ever. Ahio’s flashback was interrupted by the two lieutenants rushing him at the same time, an attack the young man most definitely couldn’t have completely blocked with both his blades. The two swords in the hands of the swordsman clashed with two poles as the third pole slammed against his ribs, most definitely breaking two and causing the tiring swordsman to cough up bloody sputum.
The pair would have hit Ahio again if he hadn’t jumped back several feet and threw two more bolts at them in an attempt to keep them away. The attack worked as the pair jumped back, letting the electricity disperse in the thin and non-conductive air. The swordsman sat back, nearly four meters from the pair of lieutenants who he had been fighting for, what was it? Six or eight minutes? He was unsure as time seemed to be passing far faster than it actually was and most certainly hadn’t had the time to sit around and look at a clock. ”I… didn’t think I would have to use this so early in my journey. You..”, Ahio stopped briefly as he coughed up more blood “, forced me to do this where no one else had.” The body of the swordsman shifted from the solid skin and blood to a crackling lightning. The blades in his hands seemingly became nothing more than two, long bolts of lightning with cross guards. The ground around him seemingly attracted the lightning jumping off his body creating blackened spots which stood out among the stone. | Name: Ahio F. Pardol
Nickname(s): None currently(To be developed as he becomes more well known)
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Height: 175cm(5’9)
Weight: 91kg(201lbs)
Personality:
“Not every step along the way has to be calculate, sometimes you just feel that the next step is the right step without thinking.”
Ahio is not the kind of man who falters when it comes acting and likes to put himself at odds with everybody even if it means fighting the world. He likes the challenge of proving people wrong, of proving that he can do anything and everything There is not a single instance in his life where Ahio has been forced to give up his dream of becoming the single greatest swordsman in existence simply because he couldn’t win a battle. Losing is an option but for him, it is meant to be the last option and only preferable to death. He lives by the code that all swordsman from his homeland live by; a cut to one’s back is dishonorable if it is received by running away. Once his loyalty is earned, he can be the most trustworthy man there is.
Status: Location; unknown believed to be alive and well.
Home Island/Sea: Tagimusha Island, Island of Samurai, North Blue Sea
History: Ahio is the youngest son of Higara Pardol of Tagimusha Island and the only one to be trained by the man known for fighting with two swords. From the time Ahio was strong enough to life a wooden sword he was trained to live by the standards of his people.
“It is not the strength of the sword but the strength of the man wielding it which will determine the outcome of a battle.”
For nearly twelve years these words were ingrained into Ahio by his father during training. His body and mind would lend strength to the blades he wields instead of relying on the strength of the blade to support him. A swordsman who relies on the blade is just as likely to fail as his steel is after using it too much. But, Ahio would not last long in his father’s care for old man Higara was dying and it would cause the greatest change in the young boys life. A few months before Ahio was to leave for the outside world, Higara died and gave him the greatest will the young man could ever receive. He came into possession of the Goro Goro no Mi which his father had received as payment a long time ago and was given his father’s swords, Jigon and Migurashi. Upon consuming the Goro Goro no Mi, Ahio became a man of lightning but has not quite developed the best control over his powers. Since then, he has arrived at an island near Reverse Mountain with hopes of setting off on an adventure to master his powers and become the greatest swordsman ever.
Fruit: Goro Goro no Mi, the Rumble-Rumble fruit. The Rumble fruit allows Ahio to become a lightning human, though he hasn’t quite begun to gain the control required to stay in his lightning form yet. Having only possessed the fruit for about two or three months, he is unsure of time span really, Ahio doesn’t quite possess the control to not cause massive damage to the surroundings and innocents around him properly. The longest Ahio has used his lightning form was thirteen minutes and even then it was unstable past ten minutes. Alternatively, he can turn his forearms into lightning and ‘throw’ blades of lightning. These blades travel around two to three meters with dissipating power after the first meter.
Fighting Style:
Primary: Nitoryu, two-sword style
•Two Sword Style: Pin Strike, Rather than using the full blade of his katanas, Ahio uses only the the tip of the blades to stab quickly as if using a rapier.
•Two Sword Style: Bolt, Using the Goro Goro fruit in tandem with his katanas, Ahio circulates lightning into the metal of the blades and can launch it for about two feet.
•Two Sword Style: Bull Charge, Ahio rushes towards his opponent with his blades set parallel to each other.
Secondary: Goro Goro no Mi, Rumble- Rumble fruit
•Rumble Rumble: Discharge(Hōshutsu), By focusing the powers of his rumble fruit into the tips of his swords or finger, Ahio can launch miniature bolts of lightning.
•Rumble Rumble: Twenty Bolt Strike, By using his blades in conjunction with his lightning powers, Ahio can launch twenty lightning blade with ease. Though, this attack isn’t very strong as the charge put into each blade is generally very low.
•Rumble Rumble: Thrown Lightning(Sōn shōmei), Ahio focuses his powers into his forearms and hands and ‘throws’ blades of lightning at the opponent.
•Rumble Rumble: Lightning Blade, The Lightning blade is the pinnacle of Ahio’s current mastery of his powers. By assuming his state of lightning, Ahio can effectively be both a weapon and the fighter. In this state he forms two swords of lightning and use them as weapons instead of his actual blades. Ahio has used four lightning blades in his lightning form before but they drastically reduced his time in the form to five minutes.
Ship Position: Brawler
Bounty: 0 |
53,185 | 1,444 | 49 | 1,644 | 324 | Tristan had spent a good few months on the island he was currently on. Today was the day he was planning to leave the island to travel to a new one he had yet to explore, his sense of adventure was overwhelming him as he walked from the tree on the side of the road he was sleeping under. "Today is the day I set off. Finally I get to go to a new island!" He walked along the road towards the nearest port town with a large smile on his face and a brown bag full of his personal items but as he approached he couldn't help but notice canon fire and debris.
As Tristan got into the center of the town he could clearly see the chaos going on "Oh dear..this is unfortunate. Perhaps I can still find someone willing to give me a ride." His excited smile quickly turned to a worried frown. Tristan wondered around the town for awhile, helping people who needed it while looking for someone to give him a trip to the next island. Eventually he gave up on looking and stood in the center of crowd, dropping his bag, leaning back, taking a deep breath, and cuffing his hands around his mouth before shouting at the top of his lungs "Would anyone be willing to allow me passage on their ship!!"
Tristan's voice echoed through the part of town he was in and those around him turned their attention to him however most started immediately laughing at him. The townspeople around him all walked away laughing and he simply knelt diwn and picked his bag back up staying in the spot waiting for someone to approach him with an offer. | Name: Tristan S. Jasper
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 180lbs
Appearance: (couldn't find a pic that worked)
He's usually seen wearing a tan cloak with the hood down and a pair of red goggles usually just under his hair line. His hair is medium length and curls at the ends however there's usually a few stray strandd of hair that stick out and curl over in the front partially covering his goggles. He wears light brown light weight work boots. Under his cloak is a thin silk black long sleeve shirt and thin black leather gloves as well as thick black pants with turquoise padding over the pockets.
Personality: He's quiet, kind, and gentle. He always has a smile on his face no matter what the situation is. When it comes to fight his calm and collected, his attacks are all precise to make up for his lack of strength. He also likes to collect all of the things he learns along his travels in journals and is quite skilled at assessing situations and making plans as well as changing plans quickly whenever something goes wrong.
Home Island/Sea: Due to so much traveling in his life his home island is unknown but his home sea is East Blue
History: Tristan S. Jasper lived his life for the most parts on the streets moving from town to town, island to island (whenever a nice captain would come along and allow him to hitch a ride). His chest and face had some scars on them. Since he never really had any money and wasn't very popular with..well people in general because of his beggar appearance people assumed he was some kind of beggar or thug. People often tossed him around, picked fights with him, and kicked him around, but he never fought back or did harsh things to anyone. Anytime he saw an opportunity to help someone he'd take it, never wanting only giving. Even though his life was harsh he always had a smile on his face.
One day he noticed an old man on a road being jumped by a group of thugs so he jumped in used his body to shield the old man. The old man seeing his kindness offered to let him stay with him.
A few years later Tristan was out with the old man on a food run when those thugs showed up again..this time in a larger group. In the fight he had decided to target one of the thugs who was bigger than the rest and was going on about how he was the strongest person. Once the boy saw an opening in the man's attack and reacted within almost the blink of an eye and he'd won the fight shortly after and the old man explain that this was the potential he had seen in him when they first met.
All of this happened..let's say a good five years before where he starts in the rp. At this point he's just been traveling since the old man died.
Fruit: No fruit
Fighting style: His fighting style is one he developed over time. It relies mainly on dodging and countering. Assessing the enemies strengths and using them against him. It's completely hand to hand he never uses weapons, his impressive reaction time also helps him in his fighting. As for techniques he currently has two. Keen Eye in which he heightens his focus relying on all senses rather than just sight and sound to judge the enemies movements letting him react to their attacks with more accuracy and pinpoint which where in he puts more focus on sight to spot an enemies weak spot and deal more damge.
Ship Position: Doesn't have one yet.
Bounty: 0 |
53,186 | 1,444 | 50 | 2,747 | 345 | OUTSIDE THE TAVERN
As Leonard propped up Nikko's neck she began to stir but then went back to sleep. She seemed find for the most part. It was just a bump on the back of the head. However more pressing issues settle in as Marines start making their way up to the tavern. A squad looks over to see her laying in the street with Leonard and begin making their way towards them with guns in hand.
A woman approaches and inquires about Nikko. Before Leonard is able to answer she looks at the falling tavern and offers to fix it. However it starts to cave in before she is able to fix the original support beam. The marines that were headed towards them seem to be distracted by something now.
Between the three and the marines is a loud individual who didn't seem to even notice the fighting. This was Tristan. He stood calmly in the middle of the street about 15 or so feet from where Nikko and Leonard were. The marines first approach him and point their weapons at him.
"Get on the ground you filthy pirate!" One screams. "Or we'll shoot!"
PORT
Nabil unleashes a powerful assault at the cannon ball captain. The narrowing eyes of the captain however wasn't one of fear or meekness. Instead the captain crouches down as if he were about to jump. Though one of his men, the large one with the fishing pole, steps between them before Nabil can get to the captain. He skillfully blocks the strike at the captain with the pole which bends back but doesn't break.
"Can't just let you attack the captain all on your own now can I?" The man said with a small smile. He had lightly tinted sunglasses and a stubbled beard. His rank looks like an enlisted soldier rather than an officer yet for some reason he was accompanying the lieutenant and the captain. On top of that its obvious to nabil that the man has impressive physical strength to boot as the pole pushes back on his fist. Nabil knows that if he simply moves his hand off of it the pole will whip out and possibly hit him. For some reason a sense of danger can be felt around the pole...like it was the edge of a blade. "Just be a good little pirate scum and surrender."
The captain himself smiles and then turns to Marxo but spots another pirate off on the other side of the port.
"Hanna. Get your scrawny ass over there and take down that pirate." The captain bellows at the female lieutenant. She simply brushes her hair to the side as if she didn't hear him. "Hanna....I don't have time for your pretentious bullshit. Get over there and handle that pirate!" He says a little more aggressively this time.
"Tch." Hannah responds. "You just want to have your 1v1 matches. Whatever. I'll go take care of him." She blows a bubble gum bubble and it pops. The catty lieutenant then heads off towards Sylas.
"Now where were we?" The captain says turning back to Marxo. "Oh yeah..." He says with a sarcastic grin. "I was about to KILL YOU!" He leaps from his crouched position but one could hardly call it leaping. It was more like a blast from a cannon as he himself balls up tightly as his whole body is thrown at Marxo at cannon ball speeds.
Hanna dashes over towards Sylas in a fairly nonchalant manner as she pulls out her pistol and aims it at Sylas's head.
"Die." She said while blowing another bubble gum bubble. She fires a shot aimed at the dead center of his head. Her aim was perfect but she kept her sword at the ready just in case the pirate somehow evaded the shot.
(Will post later today. Hopefully Boss buffin also posts) | Name: Nikko Tenchi
Appearance:
Height/Weight: 5ft'7in/ enough
Age: Appears to be about 18.
Personality:
While in public she seems well put together and confident in private she is often childish and stubborn. She is headstrong no matter where she is however. Once her mind is made up it would take an act of god to change it. In fact if history provides any reference even that might not. While generally a happy-go-lucky kind of person she has hot blood running through her veins. She may break tables or throw things through walls when she gets angry (or just drunk).
It is her inquisitive and curious mind that rules her passion. Her favorite thing to do is to experiment or tinker with things. She has a vast desire to know how things work and to replicate them herself. Her collar and gloves are made with her inventing in mind. Her goggles, which are of her own invention stay on her head without any support at all. She can move them around where she needs and will often bring them down over her eyes during a fight that seems dangerous.
Home Island/Sea: Taiko Island
History:
I am breaking my own rule slightly as some of her past has to do with the overall plot. But in the recent year she has made her name adventuring a bit through different parts of the grand line. While never declaring herself as a pirate per-se she has always considered herself one ever since she has left home which was a year and a half ago. Since then she has met plenty of people.
Roughly one month ago she met a person who rivaled her in strength. It was a massive shark fishman hailing from the Wano Country. They initially didn't like each other as he was a bit rude and didn't have the proper respect for women that she felt she deserved. They got into no less than three fights before drawing the attention of a prominent pirate of the area. The two were forced to work together to escape. However in the rush they found themselves stuck in the calm belt.
Having spent three days in the calm belt fighting off sea kings and running like hell they managed to pop out in west blue. From there they found a pirate with a bounty worth only a million. It was hardly even effort to take down this man and his crew but it did provide them with enough spending money to ferry a ride with a group of people heading into the grand line.
Fruit: None
Fighting style:
Brawling. Despite her petite figure she is actually incredibly physically strong. Her punch packs a hell of a wallop and her speed is nothing to sniff at. Her style of fighting doesn't follow any particular martial art and is mostly self taught. However despite this self taught style she incorporates moves from several different arts into her own.
For example many of her punches seem to be a mix between the way Karate and Boxing punch. However the movements are more fluid and natural than stylized. Many of her kicks seem to come from Tae Kwan do or Muai Thai. She knows how to grapple and throw as well. Her grip is strong enough to stop most ships and the gloves that she wear are made of an incredible material that doesn't seem to rip or tear no matter how much pressure and tension she puts on them.
Haki of Observation is her most powerful Haki at this point. She has useage of the Haki of Armament as well.
Ship Positions: Captain/Shipwright (looking for apprentice shipwright)
Bounty: Currently 0 |
53,187 | 1,444 | 51 | 1,644 | 324 | As Tristan stood waiting some marines took notice of him and seeming to mistake him for a pirate they yelled at him to get down threatening to shoot if he didn't. He looked over at the Marines and tilted his head to the right a bit " You guys seem to have the wrong idea about me. I'm no pirate. " He put his hand on his forehead and closed his eyes as he slicked his hair back. " However, seeing as how you're Marines I'm obviously not gonna be able to get a ride on your ship..at least not a peaceful one. " He opened his eyes again looking the Marines over trying to asses them and any possible weaknesses they may have been showing before they fight.
Tristan sighed in a slifhtly annoyed matter as he stretched his legs out and cracked his neck from left to right " Seeing as how you guys are raiding the town looking for pirate's, chances are if I beat you and some of your friends, they'll let me join them. " He pointed to the Marines threatening him and then dropped his bag and took off his cloak taking a defensive fighting stance.
Tristan's smile grew at the thought of adventuring to new islands. " Normally I don't like fighting unnescesary fights, but nothing's going to get in the way of my travelling, especially not a bunch of stuck up Marines like you! " He was clearly trying to antagonize the Marines into attacking first, normally he wouldn't resort to such tactics, but his enemies were clearly already quite riled up and he wanted to get things over with things as quickly as possible | Name: Tristan S. Jasper
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 180lbs
Appearance: (couldn't find a pic that worked)
He's usually seen wearing a tan cloak with the hood down and a pair of red goggles usually just under his hair line. His hair is medium length and curls at the ends however there's usually a few stray strandd of hair that stick out and curl over in the front partially covering his goggles. He wears light brown light weight work boots. Under his cloak is a thin silk black long sleeve shirt and thin black leather gloves as well as thick black pants with turquoise padding over the pockets.
Personality: He's quiet, kind, and gentle. He always has a smile on his face no matter what the situation is. When it comes to fight his calm and collected, his attacks are all precise to make up for his lack of strength. He also likes to collect all of the things he learns along his travels in journals and is quite skilled at assessing situations and making plans as well as changing plans quickly whenever something goes wrong.
Home Island/Sea: Due to so much traveling in his life his home island is unknown but his home sea is East Blue
History: Tristan S. Jasper lived his life for the most parts on the streets moving from town to town, island to island (whenever a nice captain would come along and allow him to hitch a ride). His chest and face had some scars on them. Since he never really had any money and wasn't very popular with..well people in general because of his beggar appearance people assumed he was some kind of beggar or thug. People often tossed him around, picked fights with him, and kicked him around, but he never fought back or did harsh things to anyone. Anytime he saw an opportunity to help someone he'd take it, never wanting only giving. Even though his life was harsh he always had a smile on his face.
One day he noticed an old man on a road being jumped by a group of thugs so he jumped in used his body to shield the old man. The old man seeing his kindness offered to let him stay with him.
A few years later Tristan was out with the old man on a food run when those thugs showed up again..this time in a larger group. In the fight he had decided to target one of the thugs who was bigger than the rest and was going on about how he was the strongest person. Once the boy saw an opening in the man's attack and reacted within almost the blink of an eye and he'd won the fight shortly after and the old man explain that this was the potential he had seen in him when they first met.
All of this happened..let's say a good five years before where he starts in the rp. At this point he's just been traveling since the old man died.
Fruit: No fruit
Fighting style: His fighting style is one he developed over time. It relies mainly on dodging and countering. Assessing the enemies strengths and using them against him. It's completely hand to hand he never uses weapons, his impressive reaction time also helps him in his fighting. As for techniques he currently has two. Keen Eye in which he heightens his focus relying on all senses rather than just sight and sound to judge the enemies movements letting him react to their attacks with more accuracy and pinpoint which where in he puts more focus on sight to spot an enemies weak spot and deal more damge.
Ship Position: Doesn't have one yet.
Bounty: 0 |
53,188 | 1,444 | 52 | 1,093 | 305 | M a r x o
“ Must you bother me ? I was just getting comfy.” Marxo noticed the captain heading at him with tremendous speed. It was no match for his though. His quickly dislodged himself from the wall’s grip, using the hole as a getaway . He slipped into the building and watched as the man came barging thru the wall. As soon as he were to unravel himself he’d be met by a one inch punch from a fist the size of his face. The marine raised up off of the ground as he heard Marxo yell, “ Now you’ve pissed me off, More More Punch.” The sheer size of the first was just unnatural and it came at surprisingly fast speed. Marxo paused just as it reached his face. He knew it would throw the captain off balance and make him question why but as his tiny brain processed it thoughts , Marxo would obliterate his face putting all of his might into one calculated punch. “ Should’ve fought Nabil.” | Marxo St. Laurant
Height/Weight: 6’1, 160lbs
Age:19
Personality: Marxo is quite calm and collected. He tends to speak in a very collective manner. Even in dire situation, he is always the one to keep his cool. He thinks it would better help the situation if he acts this way. It is often hard to make him made but not impossible. The most two major things that upset him are being turned down by females and running out of smokes. Other than that he remains almost monotone, from his voice, personality, and mindset. His persona is due to his past. Its almost like he has a split personality . His other half is a maniacal , senseless man with no disregard to human kind. His only interest in that time is seeing everything colored red with the blood of this enemies.
Home Island/Sea: St Laurants’ Isle,South Blue
History: Marxo was born in the East Blue . His family had traveled to the South almost immediately after he was born. They settled on a deserted island and used the wildlife to live off of. His mother happened to be a master chef but not one of legend and lore. His father on the other hand was a hunter so this made the couple well adept to their surrounding. Within the first three years of Marxo’s life his parents had already tamed the island and renamed the newly cultivated place St. Laurant’s isle after his family. At 7 he was taught how to hunt alongside his father. it seem to come naturally to the boy. his first catch was a friendly panda shark whom his father told him to release back into the sea. After all his mother had no use for such meat.
At the age of 14 ,he met his first neighbors. They had also traveled from an island off in the distance. From first sight they seemed like nice people, but eventually more unwelcomes began to turn up. Marxo saw this as a good thing but his parents knew better. They decided to establish a hierarchy with Marxo’s family heading the pack. This was agreeable since they were the first one aboard the island, but one family had different plans. They wanted the St. Laurant’s lifestyle , or better yet their lives. So one day the cooked up a scheme to take out this new head family. Since the St. Laurants’ did all of the hunting and cooking the other family decided that taking the load off of them for a day would be the best way to trick the family. It seemed like a convenience to Marxo and his family so they gladly accepted the invitation. The other would hunt and prepare a monstrous feast for the now,small village and the heads of the village but inside of the meals that they could would be either sleeping or paralyzing powder. On the night Marxo was turning 15 . He could never forget this night. It would be forever burned into his mind. His parents had been gutted like fishes in front of his very eyes. They had received the sleeping powder while he the paralyzing one. He knew they never stood a chance but he begged and pleaded with the other family. They just smiled and kept cutting till his parents resembled carved turkey. He knew he’d be next.
Just as they made their way towards him , the powder began to wear off. He could feel the blood rushing in his hands, then to his arms , and legs. Next came the pain. Tears swelled up in his eyes , as he continued to play helpless. As soon as the family made its move he’d destroy them. The father began to untie his hands. The moment he felt free he took the chair his was once sitting in and slammed it across the man’s face. He then picked up a piece of broken wood the chair and ran it like a dagger straight thru his heart. He stared at the other two women with soul-less eyes. “Your next.”, he exclaimed as he rushed towards them both with the same piece of wood he’d taken the man out with previously. He stabbed the women repeatedly until he was satisfied and passed out from exhaustion.
A few hours later he awoke to find himself on a slave tradeship, along with his fellow neighbors. The boat was headed for the east blue. He would spend the next 2 years as a cook aboard a floating restaurant in the sea until his killer mentality got the best of him and he slayed the entire crew. Before deserting the emptied cafe he’d stumbled upon an odd fruit. Upon eating the fruit his body began to turn into shadows. He later came to find out it was the “Yami Yami no Mi” fruit. For the next two years he trained and study everything he could find about the fruit .He truly wants to learn how to fully control the fruit and manipulate it to help him become a pirate.
Fruit: Moa Moa no Mi: The Moa Moa no Mi is a Paramecia-class Devil Fruit that allows the user to amplify the size or speed of any object they touch.
More More Sanjubai Giri (モアモア百倍斬り Moa Moa Hyaku-bai Giri, literally meaning "More More Thirtyfold Slash"): enlarges a scythe to 30 times its original size while it's flying towards his opponent.
More More Jubai Soku (モアモア十倍速 Moa Moa Jū-bai Soku, literally meaning "More More Tenfold Speed"): increases speed to 10 times original speed,
More More Sanjubai Soku (モアモア三十倍速 Moa Moa Sanjū-bai Soku, literally meaning "More More Thityfold Speed"): increases his speed to 30 times his original speed.
Fighting style: Jeet Kune Do(Wing Chun)- not fixed or patterned, and is a philosophy with guiding thoughts. It was named for the Wing Chun concept of interception or attacking while one's opponent is about to attack. Jeet Kune Do practitioners believe in minimal movements with maximum effects and extreme speed. The system works by using different "tools" for different situations, where the situations are divided into ranges, which are kicking, punching, trapping, and grappling, where martial artists use techniques to flow smoothly between them.
Ship Position: Tba.
-For the Death and Desecration of an Entire Island
-Deaths of a Cook Captain and crewmembers. |
53,189 | 1,444 | 53 | 1,760 | 416 | If things were eventful for Countless before, they were definitely eventful now. From what he gathered (and witnessed), Marines had managed to attack the place for pirates. Countless knew about the Marines, but had rarely seen them before. There was a time where he was lucky enough to see a ship somehow make it to the White Sea, although Countless was only able to get a glimpse of what they looked like before they were attacked by the White Sea's sea creatures. Everything else Countless knew about the Marines was from reading and being told stories. They were essentially just Law Enforcement. Like the Divine Squad, without the robes and spears.
Surprisingly, Countless' portion of the tavern was still somewhat intact; save for the small piece of wood which fell on his head, prompting him to move out of the way before the ceiling come crashing down or something of the like. He wasn't worried about the Marines though: he wasn't a pirate, closer to a Bounty Hunter, probably - even then he was more of an adventurer now... with no form of travel. Still it wasn't the time for the young gunner to be thinking about that. He still had to make it out of this town somehow. Stepping outside for a brief moment, he quickly assessed what was going on outside before re-entering the tavern.
"You know, there are actually a lot of Marines out there." He announced mundanely to whoever was still within the gradually-crumbling tavern.
"...You people should probably hide." Countless continued, in a more matter-of-fact way. He assumed most of them were pirates, and were probably in pretty crappy situation right now. | 'Multi-Shot' Countless
Height/Weight:
5'4 / 65kg (143.3lbs)
Age:
16
Gender:
Male
Race:
Birkan
Personality:
Countless tends to be quite calm inside and outside of combat, and is difficult to surprise. He is quite appreciative of many things he finds in the Grand Line, as he comes from the sky islands and many of the things found in the Grand Line do not exist there. He approaches most of his problems through thinking and strategy, rather than charging in recklessly as some of his crewmates do; showing some level of heightened intelligence which befits his role as a non-physical, strategic fighter. Countless is a specialized inventor, and is very capable when his tinkering involves either Sky Warfare weaponry, or creating objects and devices with Dials, but that is the limit of his tinkering knowledge.
Countless is fairly prideful of his heritage as a Birkan, and gets irritated when people mistake his wings for a Zoan Devil Fruit power, or some kind of cosplay. As with all denizens of Skypiea, Countless shares their strange tendencies and words. He still refers to dirt as vearth, and Kenbunshoku Haki as Mantra; he also greets people with "Heso."
For some reason, he sometimes mixes up the placement of words in a sentence. Normally when he's repeating some kind of proverb, like "The greener is grass on the other side."
In a group, he takes the role of a 'deadpan snarker', and is normally the voice which points out flaws during discussions. He's also prone to feeling like the only sane person in the group, while simultaneously ignoring his own outlandish feats. In spite of this, he is loyal to the crew, and makes a conscious effort to be of use to them...
Within reason.
Home Island/Sea:
Skypiea, Grand Line
History:
For as long as he could remember, Countless was surrounded by the works of his parents. Before he was born, they had left the isle of Birka: a land of warriors, in favour of the more peaceful Sky Island of Skypiea. They had once joined the ranks of the Divine Squad, a military which served under the current "God of Skypiea." However, they eventually left these ranks in favour of a less restricted profession. They both became Bounty Hunters, but Countless' father also became a Dialer, and began to create Dial-based inventions alongside Skypieans.
Countless was always surrounded by the Dial-based devices and weapons, and was taught how to use some of them, alongside learning the methods of combat to be expected from a Bounty Hunter. His eyesight had been noted to be above average among the other children of Skypiea; when he walked around Skypiea's beaches, he would constantly point at things somewhat close to the horizon that were difficult to see, and would describe them with relative ease. Taking advantage of his gift, his parents taught him how to use ranged weaponry and artillery, almost completely ignoring the idea of melee weaponry - save for an early version of an Impact Dial Gauntlet. As a result, Countless has little proficiency when it comes to fighting at close ranges.
Years passed, and Countless had soon become one of the best snipers on the Sky Island, although it felt unfulfilling. Skypiea wasn't that large of an island, and there surely had to be much more than just the White Sea at the island's edge. In his earlier days, Countless had been told stories of the Blue Sea below, and how it was larger than the Sky Islands. The prospect of adventuring interested him, it would be a chance to hone his skills even further. Through the use of a four-length bird, Countless was able to travel from the sky, to the blue sea below. He had managed to get to the Grand Line this way, and had arrived at Reverse Mountain's Town of Contradiction.
Devil Fruit:
None.
Fighting style:
Marksmanship
As the designated sniper and gunner, Countless is extremely proficient at operating firearms and artillery, being his main form of combat alongside Sky Warfare.
Vision
His eyesight is exceptional, and he is able to see over much longer distances than the average person. He is able to make out people on faraway ships with ease. Combined with his marksmanship aim, Countless becomes a deadly artillery user and sniper.
Sky Warfare
"On sky islands, battles are fought differently than down in the Blue Sea. Oftentimes, weapons are upgraded, or even combined, with Dials. This creates incredibly powerful weapons and combat styles, allowing for tactics that would otherwise be unachievable."
Being from Skypiea, Countless is accustomed to the art of Sky Warfare, and commonly utilizes Dial-based equipment in order to create a fighting style that cannot be found within the Blue Sea. Sky Warfare is advantageous, as most people in the Blue Sea are not experienced with, or have even seen Dials before, let alone fighting against them.
Countless is a bit reliant on these weapons for combat, as his physical strength isn't that amazing next to most pirates.
Weapons:
Buster Bazooka
The signature weapon of Countless' own design. A bazooka which is unable to fire conventional ammunition, but is instead reliant on the type of Dial which is placed inside of its compartment.
For example, having a Jet Dial inside would allow the weapon to fire a powerful gust of wind; enough to propel Countless into the air if he aimed it at his feet, or a Flame Dial grant the weapon the ability to fire bursts of flames. The compartment is relatively easy to access, and it accommodates most Dial types; it's relatively easy for Countless to switch out the Dials during combat as a result.
Burst Boots
Sky warfare boots which contain Jet Dials on their soles. Similarly to how installing Milky Dials on one's shoe souls would allow flight, the Burst Boots are able to fire bursts of air which propel Countless high upward. Unlike Milky Dial-based shoes, the Burst Boots do not allow flight: it instead bestows the user with a greater jump height. One drawback of the boots is the fact that they cannot account for the fall which takes place after one is in the air, but Countless has gotten used to crashing and falling onto things (particularly people) while using the boots.
Unlike the Buster Bazooka, the Jet Dials within the Burst Boots cannot be removed.
Gust Gauntlet
Originally called God's Gauntlet, but Countless scrapped the name because it seemed too arrogant. Like his other Sky Warfare weapons, the Gust Gauntlet has a compartment in which it can hold various Dials, and changes its use based on which Dial is currently installed. In particular, the Impact Dial is a common choice for the Gust Gauntlet, although Countless tends to avoid using it due to the fact that he would have to be in melee range to do so. He frequently lends the Impact Gust Gauntlet to friends, since they normally can't handle its recoil, and it's kind of funny to watch.
Dials:
On his person, Countless only carries enough Dials to use in the Burst Bazooka and Gust Gauntlet.
. Flame Dial
. Flash Dial
. Flavor Dial
. Impact Dial
. Jet Dial
. Tone Dial
. Water Dial
Aside from that, Countless has some devices which run on more domestic Dials, such as a lamp which uses a...Lamp Dial, or an oven which uses a Heat Dial. With all these amounts of weaponry and devices, people tend to ask where he stores them.
He doesn't know.
Ship Positions:
Marksman/Gunner
Bounty:
0 |
53,190 | 1,444 | 54 | 2,428 | 4,471 | "I swear officer, I only malpractice on the weekends!"
"This is bad... is all that Leonard could really think before turning his head ever so slightly to look at Nikko. He felt a tinge of pain in his gut as he realized that the Marines were zero tolerance...even if she was injured, they'd likely still fire if he didn't do as they asked. Lowering his head slightly, he started shivering, particularly his legs started quaking, before he nods. "F-F-F-Fine! I-I'm not a pirate, b-but she's injured. W-We need to get her medical attention." he states, slowly sinking to his knees and then lying on the ground, visibly afraid of what would happen. Looking up towards the blue-haired woman, he pleaded: "D-Don't give them a reason to hurt anybody...M-Maybe i-i-it'll be okay..." as he clenched his teeth behind his mask.
He felt terrible...he was literally about to let them walk all over him. What if they hurt Nikko? What if he had to go to jail? W-What if they'd execute him then and there? A million worries were racing through the pacifist doctor's mind. None of which really involved thinking of how to get out of this mess. He was going to get arrested, probably beaten up, then get a fishman island breakfast in prison from a sturgeon man named Bobo. Ashamed and scared, he lowered his eyes to the ground. "...Am I...really going to die here?" he questioned from behind his mask in a hushed tone, almost impossible to hear. He felt like he was going to cry, but just...lied there. One last time, he said: "Please, don't hurt her," voice quivering slightly. | Name: Leonard Siegfriedt
Appearance:
(Ignore the gun, his pansy ass probably couldn't even lift it)
Height/Weight: 5’2, 112 lbs.
Age: 19
Personality: While Leonard may seem like a rather grim person, that’s just a misconception most people would get from his clothing. He’s actually rather shy, and tries to hide as much of himself from others as he can, hence the hood and the faceguard. He’s actually a lot nicer than you’d take him for, difficult to anger and easy to please. As a doctor, he believes it to be his duty to help the unwell, and can’t stand to see people suffer when he can do something to help. Even though he has Hypochondriasis.
Home Island: North Blue, Principality of Eurijk
History: To understand why Leonard is the way he is, it’s more important to know who his parents were, or rather, parent. A woman by the name of Charlotte Siegfriedt, infamously known as the Plague Woman. A person who consumed a rather odd Devil-Fruit by the name of the Toru-Toru no Mi, the Thieving fruit. Despite the powerful nature of the fruit, Charlotte solely used the innately malicious power of the fruit to, rather than steal things such as other’s organs or lives, instead stole from them their ailments, their weariment, their sickness, and their afflictions. Truly a saint, Charlotte traveled the world, willing to help whoever she could save by using her own body as the host for innumerable viruses.
Doing so was no easy task for her, however. The pain was unbearable at times, with several fevers racking her body every week, sometimes hitting at the same time. Were it not for her strong conviction to help others, she likely would have died in her sleep countless times. Naturally, carrying that many ailments would shorten one’s lifespan dramatically, and as such, she was fated to die by the age of 30, if not sooner. Doing what she could with her remaining time, she travelled the North Blue, where she was already infamous for having eliminated the lethal Muave Pox that spread through it years before; infamous for being the only known carrier of it. As such, she was shunned and nearly stoned to death several times, resulting in the loss of one of her eyes.
From there, Leonard isn’t sure of how he came to be. He isn’t sure who his father is, or how an infant was able to be born without getting deathly ill from a woman like his mother. But what he did know was that his mother was dying every moment he was with her. It was a terrifying experience for the boy, knowing that his mother would die soon. But he never expected the day she would leave their make-shift home in the middle of the swamp-land region of Eurijk. Without a word of goodbye besides a letter telling Leonard to live honestly, his mother vanished. Sailing off to sea, she perished in the middle of the sea somewhere, her body drifting to the bottom of the sea with her host of plagues. Terribly saddened and alone, Leonard soon declined into depression, cursing the world that there was never anyone who could cure his mother of her illnesses.
Now alone in the world, Leonard studied tirelessly to perfect medicines of his own concoction, using himself and various animals around the area to test his brews. One of those concoctions also happened to nearly blow his entire home to pieces, resulting in the left side of his face to be burned quite severely. Years later, without a penny to his name, he set off into the world to cure the incurable, more than aware of his dream being absolutely ridiculous. But then...a world free of sickness never was his own dream. It was his mother’s.
Fighting Style: Do No Harm
Despite his Hippocratic Oath, Leonard understands perfectly well that in this violent world, conflict is inevitable. While not a proficient hand-to-hand fighter, he has the knowledge required to dislocate someone’s bones if given enough of an opening, as well as having amazingly precise and steady hands. Combined with his accurate vision, he is able to throw scalpels like throwing knives with a great deal of precision.
Crew Position: Doctor
Bounty: 0
Others: Wears his faceguard more to hide his face than to keep from catching something, despite his frightfully strong immune system.
While he does have the potential to have rather strong Observation Haki, he is currently unaware of Haki's existence, and has no idea how to use it.
Character Theme |
53,191 | 1,444 | 55 | 2,643 | 221 | DYING IS NOT REPAYING A DEBT
ONLY WEAK MEN WOULD DIE AFTER SOMEONE SPARED THEIR LIVES
Zell was lucky to have a sharp hearing, he could notice the event that happened in front of his eyes. A tall man was standing on the middle of the street, few feet from him was a girl and another older woman. However, this somewhat heroic dude was about to be captured by the marines. Before he faced the marines, he uttered few words that caught Zell's attention. He said something about joining these bunch of pirates in their voyage by helping them first during this mayhem. Zell was interested in his plan because from the beginning, Zell had an urge to find a ship to sail back to the Grand Line. Maybe it wasn't a bad idea to join them, at least he could save some money and travel time.
Zell's lips began to curve upward as he became excited. "This man should be my vessel to the victory, he should carry me on his back." Zell muttered. Fortunately, he unsheathed his Katana already so when the tall man was overwhelmed, Zell would jump into action, helping him. If Zell fought alongside that man, the marines wouldn't stand a chance, at least he thought so. He crossed his fingers, hoping that his plan would work and he could join these pirates. "On board to victory!" He shouted as he stood from the bench and stretched a bit before acting. | Name: Zell Narukami
Height/Weight: 5'10", 180 lbs
Age: 23
Personality:
Zell is a man whose been instilled with values.He is someone who believes strongly in being able to forge his own path by his own two hands. He's not opposed to fighting to protect his beliefs. Even if he looses. He's never set in his ways though he is constantly adapting to the world around him letting the way of the world help shape, define and re-define him. But his core beliefs never change. Fight for what you believe in, think with your head not your heart, if it's something that burns strongly within follow it. And help out those in need.
Zell's reaction to people is initially friendly, however if they prove that they are against him or act to hurt someone without any provocation then he grows to dislike them. He's a charismatic person, he could persuade someone to do something for him. His ambitions lead him to a great path, the path shows the true side of him. He often respects his enemies in battle, humiliating them on the battle isn't his style.
He has two major quirks to his personality, one being that be believes that the strongest beliefs always win. Regardless of the medium through which they are conveyed be it words or fists. The second quirk is a simple one. Living for yourself is the same as living for nothing. Live for others, don't only focus on yourself.
Home Island/Sea: East Blue
History:
Zell was born in a nice kingdom of Goa. Subject to his loving parents, and an overwhelming amount of caring relatives and neighbors, he wanted for nothing as a child. When he was four, he had to say goodbye to Goa Kingdom, and move with his parents back down to Loguetown. They settled on Loguetown, and his parents set a business there. Between working out in the town, and managing his peace projects, his father was a very busy man, but he still made all the time he could to spend playing with his son.
When he became old enough, he would follow him around all day while he took care of problems that had arisen and managing different aspects of the town. He was walking around the town with his father, something caught his eyes, a muscular man was punching on trees. Zell approached the man, and asked all about the man's tasks. Zell eyes stared at the dents on the stem and the scratches, he asked that man if he could teach him about martial art someday. When Zell turned 13, he decided to help that man, his job was to collect the broken wood from the trees. Zell taught by the man on how to punch properly when he reached the age of 14, Zell took a special class on the evening. When he turned to 16, he was able to punch through a plank. But, only in a small scale. He spent his free time training more on his martial arts after his father said that he should be able to protect everyone in the family. Zell trained hard and also worked hard to gain more knowledge. His parents was happy to see Zell.One day when Zell was 14 years old, A pirate crew stopped at his village, and went to the bar, they talked about Devil Fruits they got when they were sailing around the island. Zell read about Devil Fruits once, and the power was scary, but with such power, he could protect his family easily. He went to their ships, some people stood on the ships, guarding it. Zell approached them, and asked about a devil fruit. With his curiosity and cute face, they showed him the devil fruit, Zell glared at it, and took it instantly. Without any hesitation, he jumped to the sea because it was the fastest route to escape. They were chasing Zell, but Zell ate the fruit, he felt something weird, suddenly, he couldn't swim, and he lost his energy. Unfortunately, the pirates swam, and caught him. The furious captain came, and asked him about the devil fruit. When Zell told them that he ate it, they were furious, and wanted to kill him, but a villager who knew Zell called for help, the other villagers gathered, and asked the pirates to leave Zell alone. They released Zell, and Zell began to run away. The pirates took their swords, and advanced toward the villagers, the villagers stood up for Zell. Fortunately, a marine ship sailed toward the island, the marine ship was quite far, but if the pirates caused some trouble here, the marine would stop here, and caught them. One of the pirate crew spotted it, they decided to return to their ships, and flee. Zell found out his ability when he was training on the courtyard, suddenly his hands turned into blades when he tried to attack a dummy. Zell trained himself on his backyard, at first, it was a fail, he can't control the power, but after a lot of training, and dedication, he managed to turn his limbs into blade whenever he wanted to.
When he turned 18, after more than a decade and a half of listening to his father's stories of the sea, he decided he wanted to go sail the sea too, his father experienced the sea at a very young age, Zell's grandfather always brought his father to every journey, they sailed around East Blue, but not all lands in East Blue explored, his grandfather wrote a journals about his journey, before he died, and he gave the journals to Zell's father. At first, his parents was afraid with Zell's decision. Luckily, the man who taught him everything interfered, saying Zell was more than prepared to go on his own adventure. His father worried, but couldn't stop him from leaving. Zell was aiming to find huge amount of treasures. To find a lot of treasure, you must become a strong person, he wanted a fame so much, so, the world will know about him, he need to be the strongest pirate, so, he can conquer the world easily, and find a lot of treasures. Hopefully, he can achieve him with individuals called as Nakamas.
Fruit: Supa Supa no Mi (Dice Dice Fruit)
Fighting style: He wields a single katana but mainly goes on hand-to-hand combat. This style is enhanced by his Fruit Power, it allows him to turn his limbs into blades, this can inflict a piercing damage or cuts to the target upon contact so he doesn't afraid to attack someone with bare fist. As a result, his main focus is on his martial arts. He also might use his gifts in Haki, but currently, they are inactive inside him unless he train himself to unlock it.
Ship Positions: Fighter
Bounty: 0 |
53,192 | 1,444 | 56 | 251 | 197 | Brenda Wirrit
The doctor is afraid.
The pirate is unconscious.
The kid doesn't seem to care.
Brenda has a sinking feeling that she's in charge of this group by default. She swallows that fear down, puts one leg up on a barrel and gestures with a chisel as she prepares to rally the troops.
"Pick her up and carry her with us." she instructs Nikko, before turning to Countless, and telling him "They are exploding the town and ships. We are on an island. We do not hide or we are trapped. We have no place to run. You and your gun should come with us."
"There are many pieces. Parts, materials, damages. Too much for one. We all do our parts, follow the plan and build a strong ship!" she can't quite recall all the right words. Shipwright terms will have to do.
Brenda strides over to the unexploded cannonball, and struggles to pick it up with both hands. "We must first prepare the workshop. An exploding workshop is unsuitable. We must stop the explosions. There are fine workers outside. They will come with us to the docks."
And so, Brenda waddles her way out of the tavern with her heavy load, trusting Countless and Nikko to follow her. As Zell and Tristan prepare to face off against the Marines blocking her way to the ports, Brenda takes a deep breath and yells
"Make way for the cannonball!"
Brenda has no idea there's a marine officer in town also called 'the cannonball'. She's trying to stop anyone setting off the explosive she carries. Nonetheless, several mariens misinterpret, and spread apart watching the skies for the officer's airborne arrival, distracting them from the upcoming fight. | Name: Brenda Wirrit
Appearance:
Height/Weight: 5', 90lbs
Age: 19
Personality: Happy, upbeat and infinitely curious, Brenda tries her best to see the bright side in any situation. She panics easily, but quickly regains a manic sort of composure. She's more likely to act before thinking and deal with the consequences. The common tongue is her second language, so she sometimes misunderstands.
Home Island/Sea: Okidou Island, East Blue. An island with large forests of strong trees, chiefly exported for shipmaking. The island's inhabitants take care to the forests to ensure they plant more trees than they cut down, to ensure future livelihood. The people have their own language.
History:
Brenda grew up on Okidou Island watching the varieties of ship arrive to buy the islands wood, amazed that pieces of her homeland would travel so far. She always wanted to find out how the ships were made.
When she was nine, a storm sunk a ship near Okidou's coast. The people all helped out with the rescue. Much of the cargo was lost under the sea, but Brenda rowed her home-made raft out, swam down and found a watertight box containing a devil fruit, which she ate back at her 'secret hideout', a beach hut she also made herself.
Brenda loved her amazing new powers, but the folk back home weren't quite so happy. The captain of the sunken ship was especially displeased, as he intended to trade the fruit for a large supply of wood, to supply his shipyard. Regardless, something about the young girl's passion for carpentry appealed to him, so he made a deal with Brenda's father. She would come with him to work off the cost of the fruit, learning a shipwright's trade.
Ten years later, Brenda has finished paying off the fruit (Which also happened to be the day her tutor decided she'd learned all he could teach) and set out to explore the oceans, see new styles of carpentry. While she was working at the shipyard, Brenda took plenty of photographs (Some kind of snail-based camera?) to write letters home, and as a farewell gift the master of the shipyard gave her an empty book, to fill with memories of her journey.
Fruit:
Maze-Maze no Mi, AKA the Mix-Mix Fruit. Paramecia Type. Brenda has the ability to turn herself and other objects into a putty-like substance by rpidly kneading it with her hands. They turn back if left alone, but while transformed it can be mixed with another liquid or transformed substance, to combine the two. She can also separate the objects again by reaching 'in' and pulling it out.
Common uses for Brenda include mixing a wooden plank into glue, to get a substance that's sticky and applyable by brush but hardens into a solid wooden coating, mixing a hammer into her hand for an iron punch, or mixing cloth with a sheet of metal to easily shape it, then remove the cloth and end up with metal in the required shape.
The chief limitations on the ability are that Brenda can only transform an object small or light enough for her to lift, as she needs to use both hands to putty-ify something, and she is unable to use her ability on living creatures other than herself. Soaking combined objects in saltwater also unmixes them if done within the first few days, as the sea nullifies the devil-fruit power.
It also has a tendancy to activate when Brenda is distracted or startled, mixing her with her gear. Her hat and hair often fuse as soon as she stops paying attention, giving her a hairstyle in the shape of a hat, with it's decorations mixed in. If Brenda trips into a pile of bricks, she may turn to putty and splatter into them, reforming herself very blocky. And she tends to wake up in the morning with a pillow for a head.
Mix-Mix Combine
Rapidly knead into putty and combine two or more objects.
Mix-Mix Augment
Combine an object with a part of her body, to boost herself somehow, or gain some measure of control over it. (e.g. Hammer fist, rope tail, telescope eyes)
Mix-Mix Full Body Putty
Brenda transforms her whole body into putty. Very limited mobility, but greatly increased defence. Needs to be in this state to use Mix-Mix Full Body augment
Mix-Mix Full Body Augment
Brenda combines her whole self with an object or objects. This needs a greater supply of objects to be effective, or else they are too diluted.
Mix-Mix Separate
Pull objects out of a Mix-Mix technique, restoring them to their original properties.
So far, Brenda can only use Mix-Mix Separate on objects she's added to the mix herself. She may develop the ability to undo other mixtures or compounds in the future.
As well as the size limitation, the more alive something is, the harder it is for Brenda to work on it. Something completely inorganic is the easiest, with 'dead' organic matter such as a plank, cloth or a steak being only a little harder. A living plant is the limitation of her ability. Animals or people (Other than herself) are beyond Brenda's capabilities to alter. For now, anyway.
Fighting style: Brenda is not a skilled fighter, but if pressured into a fight her style would be best described as 'wild brawling'. She throws whatever is to hand, mixes tools into herself for extra punching power and crawls under tables, over chairs and slams doors in faces or dumps pots on heads. She's no match for a skilled fighter, but can keep an amateur off guard long enough to escape. If cornered, she'd probably try setting something on fire.
Ship Position: Assistant Shipwright
Bounty: Insignificant (May have picked up a few hundred for petty crimes in local jurisdictions, but nothing that would cross a sea) |
53,193 | 1,444 | 57 | 1,966 | 2,605 | Nabil.
“Tsk! You get in my way and expect me to surrender? I’m fighting a dumbass.”
Nabil shook off the twinge of uncertainty that drifted from the pole the marine was using. It was something to wary of but he was more pissed off that the Captain had dashed off towards Marxo. It was bothersome but at the same time, he suppose he didn’t mind kicking some low-class ass. Following the quirk of wariness, Nabil tensed his arm to hold the pole in place before taking preparatory step back.
“Atsu Atsu no Mi,” he said with a finality in his soft voice. His pulled back arm glowed red as a column of heat billowing heat extended from it. The heat that billow from became ominous as the warm air molded into medieval ax, its form enhancing his range. “Guillotine.”
It took only the length of those quick words for him to whip it through the air with intentions of bisecting the poor marine. As his arm swung horizontal in the air, the edge of his self-made Ax had become red-hot. It could cut through a sheet of metal, given a second or two of time to do so. | Name: Nabil "The Calm" Valley
Height/Weight: 5’9” / 142lbs
Age: 18
The alias “The Calm” was given to Nabil due to his infallible ability to seem un-phased by most antagonist. Some assume that he hides an intelligence behind this composed wall. Those are lies. He is as smart as the next man, maybe a bit more so, but that’s mainly due to his innate caution. He knows when to shut his mouth and when to speak out against others. In that aspect, he travels in a gray area. Where one person’s reality is not his own, but instead an adjacent to what could have been. In other words, he attempts to empathize with others. His love for the sea is directly tied to his extensive love for freedom, which contradicts his abnormal caution.
Home Island/Sea: Provestal Island.
The son of two Marines, it was very unlikely that Nabil would later become a pirate. In fact, his parent’s loving nature left little to be desired. When the two were deployed, expecting to be gone for several years, he was sent to live with distant relatives on Provestal Island. A quaint, small place where a unnerving calm saturated the air.
On the island he explored the deep woods that surrounded the small town. Finding interest in the giant wild life and floral. He couldn’t understand it for the longest, unwilling to show his ignorance he would remain that way for several months. When he finally asked his aunt and cousin, they explained that the oxygen levels on the island was abnormally high. He took those words to face value and continued finish his breakfast, a rather calm fascination now inside of him.
By the age of thirteen, Nabil had seemingly become the living force of Provestal Isle’s calm. Though many had resided on the isle, not many could match his level of tranquil. When others were too afraid to enter the force, he would walk through the greenery, alongside the giant beasts, and gaze at the crater in its center. Every day he returned there, he felt the urge to delve inside grow stronger. It was like the sound of the careening waterfall hitting the dark bottom was a calling card. It beckoned for him to adventure below but caution staid his descent.
At the age of fifteen, Provestal Isle was visited by a band of pirates. They washed ashore on a broken and shattered boat, the captain deeply worried about his crew. The island offered them shelter for three nights. Those three nights were filled with stories of stormy adventures and fanciful tales of the unnatural. Needless to say, Nabil was enticed by them. On the fourth night, the Marines surrounded the isle with a fleet of ranked officers. The Pirate Captain, who expressed his desire to not tangle the island up in his affairs had decided to give himself up. He left with his crew moments later.
An hour had peacefully passed before cannon fire had begun to rain down. A scarce group of the pirates returned in tears, warning that the marines was going to kill them all, despite their surrender. Behind them, the marines trampled forward. Nabil and his cousin, along with others, were told to retreat to the forest. To let the beasts protect them as a last resort. As Nabil guided his cousin to the crater, he could hear the cries of villagers as some of the beasts prowled on them. Dark smoke soon billowed from the tree line, orange heat lined its treetops.
Nabil believed his cousin and himself to be safe. That was until canon fire came dangerously close to them. Fear led him to trying to convince his cousin to dive into the crater with him; the promise of water below was not enough though. The boy, who was supposed to jump on three with him, had stayed on top, where canon fire had seared his face and tossed him out of sight.
At the bottom of the cavern spring, Nabil immediately swore vengeance on the Marines. He followed the water to the mouth of the island, one that led out into the ocean. Once he returned back to the shore, he witnessed the pirate captain shackled and ready to be inhumanly executed. Nabil realized that the majority of the Marines had left during his long stay in the cavern and that only a few was left. He would have heroically saved the guy, if he had been so afraid.
He was shot several times in the head before finally being left alone. Nabil waited until nightfall, when the sea was quiet and empty till he finally approached. The captain was dead but the beach was littered with members of his crew. As Nabil walked through, a bloodied hand grabbed him and instructed, with vexation in his voice, to avenge them. With that in mind, he told Nabil the location of a treasure near the inn in the village.
The village was burned to the ground and Nabil had all but given up hope on finding anyone alive. They all had bullets in them, one for each alive he figured. Once to the treasure chest, he found a fruit inside. He bit it after a bit of hesitance and after spitting it out, found out it was a devil fruit. He became a 10,000 degrees human. Years later and he had become a pirate, one hell bent on getting in the marines way. Usually his actions were small, intervening with rookie marines in small towns and allowing the escape of other pirates. Though recently he hijacked a marine ship and sailed it to Reverse Mountain.
Devil Fruit: Atsu Atsu no Mi (Hot Hot Fruit)
Fighting style: Direct and brutish, Nabil fights in conjunction with his Hot Hot Fruit abilities. Landing searing blows and burning away those that stand in his way. He seems to know some form of martial arts, as he often lowers into a stance when fighting one on one. With all the potential of a Supenova. Nabil has the possibility to use Observation Haki, Arms Haki, and Conquerors Haki. Though these have not been explored and largely unseen. He will need immense training to bring these out of himself.
Atsu Atsu no Spears
Nabil shapes the heat that fumes from his body into several needles. He launches these needles at the speed of a musket's bullet and pierces those he's up against. With a cold calculation, he uses this technique to take out mass armies of weaklings. Though fast and effective, it pretty easy to dodge if you're perceptive.
Ship Positions: -
10,000,000 |
53,194 | 1,444 | 58 | 1,105 | 2,351 | Sylas
He twirled the massive hammer of glass around, eventually bringing it to a rest against his right shoulder as he held onto it with only his right arm. Sylas appeared rather casual and comfortable, despite the weight of the weapon and how comical yet intimidating he looked. "But how am I going to get close enough to sink those ships without them noticing me..." His left hand moved up to his chin, making sure that his pose reflected how deep into thought he was about the predicament. Sylas maintained the pose for a few seconds before tilting his head to the side and leaned back slightly. The timing, whether intended or not it was impossible to tell, was miraculous, moving just out of the way in the split-second before the female lieutenant fired her pistol at his head.
The bullet sailed past his face, the displaced air giving a slight breeze and causing his hair to ruffle slightly. But now he was facing the woman who declared he would die. "A sneak attack. First you take my vessel and then you attempt to take my life? When will the immorality end!?" Sylas now completely rotated his body to face Hannah, simultaneously raising his left hand into the air to take a dramatic post. "Oh, right. It'll end in a moment." His melodramatic pose was relented and his voice took a serious tone as he clenched his hammer in both hands. "Today will be the day the Navy regretted its offense against Shattering Sylas."
Hannah likely felt the man she was tasked in killing was very strange and annoying by now. But the moment he ceased his dramatics the air around them began to change. With a surprisingly fast dash, Sylas closed the distance to put the lieutenant just within striking range of his massive hammer. Naturally he opened with his vertical smash, a blow to immediately crush her should she find herself unable to block or dodge. As well the power behind the blow was tremendous enough to shatter the hammer and the concrete they were standing on. Now wielding only a glass handle, something relatively useless in a fight, Sylas held onto it with one hand and used the other to adjust his glasses. "No Marine can stop me..." | Name:
"Shattering" Sylas Maison
Height/Weight:
6'0" (182cm) / 170lbs (77.1kg)
Age:
20
Personality:
Eccentric and emotional, Sylas is known for being an overly melodramatic fellow. Prone to telling tale tales of grand feats he may or may not have ever accomplished, his flair for drama is second-to-none. He always strives to be interesting and unique, making it easy to spot him in a crowd by looks and sound alone. He is often written off as crazy by those that meet him, especially after they see what he is capable of. Sylas is as impulsive as they come, and accordingly unpredictable. He always strives to amaze those around him with feats of power or compassion, to be recognized as a man worthy of legend. At the very least his wierdness is legendary, but getting that point across to Sylas is impossible. Nobody looks up to Sylas more than Sylas himself. He is infallible in his own eyes and he won't stop until everyone else sees him that way too.
Home Island/Sea:
West Blue
History:
Born to Captain Ismael Maison of the Firefly Pirates, Sylas was immersed in the world of swashbuckling from a very young age. Though the Firefly Pirates and consequently Captain Ismael were nothing impressive that didn't stop the enigmatic leader to present grandiose tales to his son. Enamored with his unrealistic and romaticized view of piracy, young Sylas aimed to follow the footsteps of his father and become a legend (despite the fact his father's name was unheard of outside the West Blue). He spent his entire life on board the Firefly's ship, Chain Breaker, training to take the reigns from his father one day as the captain of the crew.
When Sylas was fourteen he encountered the Hari Hari no Mi. And encountered is the correct word, as he saw the fruit on board an enemy ship while the crew was raiding it. Being he was hungry at the time he ate it without a second thought. It was only after Ismael questioned where the Devil Fruit was that it was realized Sylas had eaten it. This temporarily put a damper on crew relations, but it was found that Sylas was an even greater asset to the crew now. He was no longer just the captain's kid but now a useful member. Granted his odd personality didn't make him exactly likable.
He trained to use his new abilities to the max, believing that they would be key to his future legends. Over time he became the powerhouse of the Firefly Pirates, surpassing anyone else on board by leagues. At nineteen his father finally grew ill and passed away (likely scurvy), leaving Sylas in charge of the Firefly Pirates rather than the more popular first mate, Hopper. Taking it to heart, Sylas immediately declared they would head to the Grand Line. As they made their way across the West Blue, slowly but surely, the crew grew dissatisfied with Sylas's style of leadership. They no longer pillaged towns or raided islands, instead marauding only other pirate crews. After three months they couldn't take it any longer.
Following an overly-eccentric twentieth birthday party for Sylas, the crew immediately mutinied. Led by the former first mate, the mutiny forced Sylas to walk the plank. As a Devil Fruit user, this surely meant he would die. But quick thinking and the Hari Hari no Mi powers allowed him to create a small boat. Using his incredible strength and a single paddle, Sylas escaped his former comrades by fleeing towards a nearby island. Or so he thought. His sense of navigation wasn't very spot on and instead Sylas had traversed into the nearby Calm Belt.
In a feat of fear-fueled stamina, Sylas managed to paddle his way across the calm belt and onto the Grand Line. With no food or water, Sylas found himself close to death before spotting Reverse Mountain and the Town of Contradiction. After arriving at the port he was given some food and water by sympathetic locals. It took only a day to recover his strength, in which Sylas was immediately indebted and forced to work off the bills for the food he had eaten. This brings us to today, two days after Sylas had arrived at the Town of Contradiction...
Fruit:
Known as the Glass-Glass Fruit, it is a Paramecia type Devil Fruit that grants the user the ability to create glass at a rapid pace and to manipulate existing glass under certain conditions. Notably not Logia class as users cannot turn themselves into glass nor are they invulnerable to physical attacks. The glass created by a Hari Hari no Mi user can have various properties as determined at the time of creation, though for existing glass to be manipulated it must be untempered and have no stain. The glass created can only ever be in a crystal, solid state though it may be structured to appear liquid. Liquid glass can also be manipulated, if pure and unstained, despite not being able to be produced by the user. The thicker the glass, the longer it takes to create. Glass can only be created from the user's body, but glass that is being manipulated has a much longer range.
Most common uses of the Hari Hari no Mi are to create weapons or structures of glass, usually thick so as not to be broken easily. The fragile nature of thin glass makes it a great weapon for slicing even when broken, though thin glass is also useful for manipulating light. A skilled user can create illusions with cleverly manipulated glass and even a an unskilled user could reflect sunlight to blind foes. There are a wide range of possibilities with the Hari Hari no Mi, though it is not without weaknesses. Even the thickest glass is weaker than the equivalent thickness of steel, and due to the crystalline nature of untempered glass it is prone to fracture with ease if it is not made to be especially thick (and even then it is not on par with an identical weapon/structure made of metal). Due to the nature of Busoshoku Haki, Hari Hari no Mi glass of any thickness is shattered with ease if struck by it. Consequently, Busoshoku Haki can be imbued into the glass created if the user is adept with Haki, negating the Haki weakness to a degree.
Fighting style:
Sylas is a powerhouse, exhibiting incredible strength and the capability to wield absurdly large weapons of his own creation. Though agile in his own right he will stick to his greatest strength: strength. Sylas primarily fights using glass weapons, such as hammers and swords, but his style is just as versatile as his Devil Fruit. Though he is capable of fighting without his Devil Fruit powers, he does lack martial art skills and has to rely on pure physical capability to get by. Sylas is capable of using Busoshoku (Arms) and Kenbunshoku (Observation) Haki to certain degrees, though he reserves this ability.
Hari Hari no Hammerfall
Sylas creates an absurdly large hammer of glass, over twice his own size, and swings it down with enough force to annihilate the hammer and usually most anything in its path. This can be considered his signature technique and has attributed to his epithet, for the shattering hammer. This technique can be used alternatively, to allow extended use of the hammer by not immediately smashing it.
Hari Hari no Great Hammerfall
An enlarged version of his signature technique. Sylas creates an even more absurdly large hammer, this time large enough smash an entire building or even a ship. Notably takes more time to create the weapon and it is much more unwieldy in his hands. Only ever good for one attack.
Hari Hari no Saber
A large glass sword is created. Though fragile and easy to break, it is incredibly sharp. When it is broken the shattered pieces are capable of causing further damage. Sylas can repair the blade in order to extend how long it can be useful.
Hari Hari no Windmill
Two meter-long, six-point throwing stars are created and flung at the enemy. Due to Sylas's ability to control the glass they will give chase and home in on the desired target until broken beyond use or they hit their mark. Much like the Saber they are incredibly sharp and breaking them still has a probability of taking damage.
Hari Hari no Geyser
An eruption of thick and spiky layers of glass form from Sylas's feet, stabbing foes and repelling attacks. Due to the thickness of the glass it is less sharp and not as likely to completely slice through opponents, but it is more resilient and can withstand stronger attacks as well as still being able to harm whoever was in the blast zone.
Hari Hari no Anchor
By creating a sheet of glass across the ground (or oceanwater, if out at sea) and underneath a foe (or opposing ship), Sylas can trap his enemy. Once the glass reaches underneath the enemy it will grow upwards to anchor them in place. For humanoid foes this only requires reaching up to the waist to completely halt their leg movement, and for ships at seat it simply requires getting completely underneath and surrounding it only by a few feet (which is more than enough to completely remove the ship from the water).
Hari Hari no Mirror
One of Sylas's weaker moves, as it does not usually fit his style and is thus not often used or practiced. Sylas creates a pane of glass, warped to just the right angle to reflect the brightest light source available (usually the sun) and project it in the direction of his enemy to temporarily blind them.
Hari Hari no Mist
Two balls of glass are created before being broken (throwing, crushing, smashing, doesn't matter), causing them to explode into many tiny shards of glass. Controlling the direction of the spray can create a painful diversion for his foes, potentially blinding them (the permanent kind of blind).
Hari Hari no Laser
Using a large, circular disk of glass, Sylas focus sunlight onto a specific point via refraction and magnification. This is used to cause fires on anything wooden, and only requires a few seconds of accurate aiming once the disk is properly aligned with the sun.
*Note*
Due to the versatile nature of the Hari Hari no Mi, there are many more possibilities of use other than those listed above. This list is to cite the most common and most notable techniques, though more may be added as Sylas expands his uses.
Ship Positions:
TBA (Former Captain of the Firefly Pirates)
Bounty:
3,000,000 Berries |
53,195 | 1,444 | 59 | 837 | 2,965 | Ryan probably should've been scared. He should've been running around screaming as cannonballs had fallen everywhere. He should've hid in some bottle somewhere and waited for the Marines to leave. Ryan was instead shooting every Marine he saw and screaming "Ten points!" every time he got a hit. This was a fun day, not fun enough though. He didn't even have to use his Devil Fruit yet, nobody was strong enough! Ryan quickly noticed the lack of targets around and he pouted. "Aww. Game over already? Do I have to put in another Beli?" He bolstered his guns and began walking towards a nearby tavern when he heard a strange yell.
"Make way for the cannonball!"
"Huh?" Ryan turned towards a woman carrying a cannonball while other people were fighting. He jogged over to her and looked at the cannonball curiously. "Hey, you need some help with that? It looks pretty heavy." He walked beside the woman a wily grin. "I'm being rude though. I'm Ryan, it's nice to meet you!" He reached out his hand for a handshake and giggled. | Name: Ryan Chideta
Height/Weight: 5"4, 110 Pounds
Age: 22
Personality: Ryan is a very contradictory individual. He constantly pushes himself to the brinks of death as he trains constantly to become the best at what he does, but he can spend entire days doing absolutely nothing as he just lies down and stares at the sky. He's an easily excited individual who can never focus on one thing for long periods of time, but the dedication he puts into his marksmanship is rivaled by few. In battle though he seemingly becomes a new person as he pinpoints enemy weaknesses and environmental advantages and disadvantages. He doesn't talk during battle either, he instead let's his bullets do the talking. Few things faze him as he becomes a machine dedicated to his current goal. He can be serious outside of battle, he just prefers not to. His life motto is, "Life is already too serious. Why make it more so on purpose?"
Home Island/Sea: East Blue
History: Ryan was born on a pirate ship known as The Horsemen of War. They had kidnapped a prostitute and one of the crew members had a child with her. They kept it well hidden until the child was born, the crew killed the prostitute and the crew member. The captain, Quiet Shot, refused to kill the child and instead has the rest of the crew take care of him. The boy grew up fast, he learned to shoot with the best of them and every so often he went treasure hunting with the rest of the crew too. It was at the age of 13 that life changed for him. The Navy was finally cracking down on them and there were few people besides the captain left. Quiet Shot sent Ryan away on the last lifeboat as the Navy closed in on them, for the last time. Five years pass by and Ryan is hunting for treasure on an unnamed island in the middle of nowhere. He digs up a chest and after breaking it open he finds a bunch of fruit. He gets pretty pissed and throws a lot of it into the ocean. As he's about to throw the last piece his stomach growls and he realizes just how hungry he is. He has some fruit, so why not eat it. He immediately regretted that as he tasted oil mixed with dog crap. He swallowed it begrudgingly and almost immediately felt something wrong. He passed out for a bit, when he woke up his left arm was gone, with only oil spilled all over the beach sand. After about five minutes or so of panicking he began hoping and praying for his arm to be back, it began reforming out of the oil. He then realized exactly what happened. He had heard rumours of Devil Fruits from other pirates, he had just eaten one. Fast forward 6 years and he's traveling the seas in search of a worthy captain and a worthy goal.
Fruit: Oiru-Oiru no Mi, Logia Class
The Oiru-Oiru no Mi allows the user to turn into Oil, and use said oil for anything oil may be used for. The user can produce large amounts of oil and can liquefy their entire body if needed. If the user wanted to hide in a small bottle then they could, they could also power a vehicle with their own body if they wanted. Typical weaknesses apply, the user cannot float on water using the Oiru-Oiru Fruit. They will just solidify into their body and sink as usual. The major weakness of the fruit is the users own weakness to fire, when turned into oil they are highly flammable.
Fighting style: Ryan uses guns, lots and lots of guns. While most people can only hold two guns, Ryan can form arms of oil to hold more guns and fire more bullets. He is also adept at reloading fast, but there is a limit to how much he can multitask. More complex tasks will require more attention, while simple things like loading and firing a gun is easy for him to do. He tries to stay away from the enemy, but he's no slouch in close combat. He uses typical Logia tactics like liquefying to avoid hits, but he also uses the oil he produces with incendiary bullets to create fires and in extreme cases, explosions. He keeps 10 guns on him at minimum at all times.
Ship Positions: TBA, could be maintenance guy.
Bounty: 0 |
53,196 | 1,444 | 60 | 1,760 | 416 | Countless
"They are exploding the town and ships. We are on an island. We do not hide or we are trapped. We have no place to run. You and your gun should come with us."
"If you insist."
Even if Countless was somewhat unfazed by the prospect of the attacking Marines, he still had to "escape." After all, he didn't want to be around for the destruction of the entire town. On the bright side, this situation tied in with the whole idea of him getting a form of travel. It was around this time that Leader-Lady (the current name which Countless had for Brenda) was talking about building a ship. Countless had sort of missed the whole point of the message, aside from the fact that ships were being built; it tied into his mission to leave the island though, assuming a ship was actually going to be built.
Pulling out his Buster Bazooka from... somewhere... Countless began to open its compartment. He then dug through his pocket, and retrieved a Jet Dial to use with the Bazooka. As he followed Brenda outside of the tavern, he began to fit the Bazooka with the Jet Dial.
Just as he had seen before, there were a ton of Marines outside. They were waving their guns around threatening to shoot people. It was rude. More than rude, probably terrifying for some of the people in question, but Countless didn't seem to quite capture the gravity of the whole ordeal for the more timid participants of the carnage. The doctor in particular seemed worried, and Countless was sure to give him words of encouragement.
"Don't worry, I'll make sure that you're not filled with bullet holes yet."
That last part sounded somewhat ominous. It was a spur of the moment thing to say. Of course, Countless meant nothing by it, but it was almost certain to be taken the wrong way.
Planting his feet onto the ground, Countless hoisted the Buster Bazooka over his shoulder, aiming toward a portion of the Marines ahead, albeit unenthusiastically. He was having a pragmatic thought at this time; he should take one of their guns after this.
"...Jet Bust—I mean, JET BUSTER!" He shouted, replacing his less-enthusiastic voice with one of a much more heightened level. A powerful gust of wind was released from the bazooka, lifting some of the weaker and lighter Marines off of their feet entirely, and making some of the stronger ones stumble; it left them open to the attacks of anyone else who wished to join in.
"...How was that?" | 'Multi-Shot' Countless
Height/Weight:
5'4 / 65kg (143.3lbs)
Age:
16
Gender:
Male
Race:
Birkan
Personality:
Countless tends to be quite calm inside and outside of combat, and is difficult to surprise. He is quite appreciative of many things he finds in the Grand Line, as he comes from the sky islands and many of the things found in the Grand Line do not exist there. He approaches most of his problems through thinking and strategy, rather than charging in recklessly as some of his crewmates do; showing some level of heightened intelligence which befits his role as a non-physical, strategic fighter. Countless is a specialized inventor, and is very capable when his tinkering involves either Sky Warfare weaponry, or creating objects and devices with Dials, but that is the limit of his tinkering knowledge.
Countless is fairly prideful of his heritage as a Birkan, and gets irritated when people mistake his wings for a Zoan Devil Fruit power, or some kind of cosplay. As with all denizens of Skypiea, Countless shares their strange tendencies and words. He still refers to dirt as vearth, and Kenbunshoku Haki as Mantra; he also greets people with "Heso."
For some reason, he sometimes mixes up the placement of words in a sentence. Normally when he's repeating some kind of proverb, like "The greener is grass on the other side."
In a group, he takes the role of a 'deadpan snarker', and is normally the voice which points out flaws during discussions. He's also prone to feeling like the only sane person in the group, while simultaneously ignoring his own outlandish feats. In spite of this, he is loyal to the crew, and makes a conscious effort to be of use to them...
Within reason.
Home Island/Sea:
Skypiea, Grand Line
History:
For as long as he could remember, Countless was surrounded by the works of his parents. Before he was born, they had left the isle of Birka: a land of warriors, in favour of the more peaceful Sky Island of Skypiea. They had once joined the ranks of the Divine Squad, a military which served under the current "God of Skypiea." However, they eventually left these ranks in favour of a less restricted profession. They both became Bounty Hunters, but Countless' father also became a Dialer, and began to create Dial-based inventions alongside Skypieans.
Countless was always surrounded by the Dial-based devices and weapons, and was taught how to use some of them, alongside learning the methods of combat to be expected from a Bounty Hunter. His eyesight had been noted to be above average among the other children of Skypiea; when he walked around Skypiea's beaches, he would constantly point at things somewhat close to the horizon that were difficult to see, and would describe them with relative ease. Taking advantage of his gift, his parents taught him how to use ranged weaponry and artillery, almost completely ignoring the idea of melee weaponry - save for an early version of an Impact Dial Gauntlet. As a result, Countless has little proficiency when it comes to fighting at close ranges.
Years passed, and Countless had soon become one of the best snipers on the Sky Island, although it felt unfulfilling. Skypiea wasn't that large of an island, and there surely had to be much more than just the White Sea at the island's edge. In his earlier days, Countless had been told stories of the Blue Sea below, and how it was larger than the Sky Islands. The prospect of adventuring interested him, it would be a chance to hone his skills even further. Through the use of a four-length bird, Countless was able to travel from the sky, to the blue sea below. He had managed to get to the Grand Line this way, and had arrived at Reverse Mountain's Town of Contradiction.
Devil Fruit:
None.
Fighting style:
Marksmanship
As the designated sniper and gunner, Countless is extremely proficient at operating firearms and artillery, being his main form of combat alongside Sky Warfare.
Vision
His eyesight is exceptional, and he is able to see over much longer distances than the average person. He is able to make out people on faraway ships with ease. Combined with his marksmanship aim, Countless becomes a deadly artillery user and sniper.
Sky Warfare
"On sky islands, battles are fought differently than down in the Blue Sea. Oftentimes, weapons are upgraded, or even combined, with Dials. This creates incredibly powerful weapons and combat styles, allowing for tactics that would otherwise be unachievable."
Being from Skypiea, Countless is accustomed to the art of Sky Warfare, and commonly utilizes Dial-based equipment in order to create a fighting style that cannot be found within the Blue Sea. Sky Warfare is advantageous, as most people in the Blue Sea are not experienced with, or have even seen Dials before, let alone fighting against them.
Countless is a bit reliant on these weapons for combat, as his physical strength isn't that amazing next to most pirates.
Weapons:
Buster Bazooka
The signature weapon of Countless' own design. A bazooka which is unable to fire conventional ammunition, but is instead reliant on the type of Dial which is placed inside of its compartment.
For example, having a Jet Dial inside would allow the weapon to fire a powerful gust of wind; enough to propel Countless into the air if he aimed it at his feet, or a Flame Dial grant the weapon the ability to fire bursts of flames. The compartment is relatively easy to access, and it accommodates most Dial types; it's relatively easy for Countless to switch out the Dials during combat as a result.
Burst Boots
Sky warfare boots which contain Jet Dials on their soles. Similarly to how installing Milky Dials on one's shoe souls would allow flight, the Burst Boots are able to fire bursts of air which propel Countless high upward. Unlike Milky Dial-based shoes, the Burst Boots do not allow flight: it instead bestows the user with a greater jump height. One drawback of the boots is the fact that they cannot account for the fall which takes place after one is in the air, but Countless has gotten used to crashing and falling onto things (particularly people) while using the boots.
Unlike the Buster Bazooka, the Jet Dials within the Burst Boots cannot be removed.
Gust Gauntlet
Originally called God's Gauntlet, but Countless scrapped the name because it seemed too arrogant. Like his other Sky Warfare weapons, the Gust Gauntlet has a compartment in which it can hold various Dials, and changes its use based on which Dial is currently installed. In particular, the Impact Dial is a common choice for the Gust Gauntlet, although Countless tends to avoid using it due to the fact that he would have to be in melee range to do so. He frequently lends the Impact Gust Gauntlet to friends, since they normally can't handle its recoil, and it's kind of funny to watch.
Dials:
On his person, Countless only carries enough Dials to use in the Burst Bazooka and Gust Gauntlet.
. Flame Dial
. Flash Dial
. Flavor Dial
. Impact Dial
. Jet Dial
. Tone Dial
. Water Dial
Aside from that, Countless has some devices which run on more domestic Dials, such as a lamp which uses a...Lamp Dial, or an oven which uses a Heat Dial. With all these amounts of weaponry and devices, people tend to ask where he stores them.
He doesn't know.
Ship Positions:
Marksman/Gunner
Bounty:
0 |
53,197 | 1,444 | 61 | 340 | 88 | I not some fishy fish guy Said Able loudly, but did not have much time for any more talking as the Tomahawk marine is suddenly upon him. Able used his sword to block the two Tomahawks thrown at him, Able remarks about the accuracy of this mans throw. Able did not see any opening for him to take advantage of so he moved into typical melee combat with the marine. His blade made contact with the marines Tomahawks and so Able began striking at the marine, defending against the marines own strikes and finally watching for a opening. "You are a formidable fighter what is you're name so I may remember it" | Name: Ableyo Samenoken
Appearance:
Height/Weight:9'6/230'
Age:24
Personality:
Despite his tormented life Ableyo always seems to be optimistic and always looking forward to a brighter future. His training as a child made him into a very disciplined person and usually comes off as rude due to his straight forward attitude. Ultimately he is kind and can be seen as a father figure as he always willing to lend anyone advice if he can give it. Due to recent events in his life he has tried to ultimately relax and live life to its fullest for life is short.
He usually spend his days training, meditating or other hobbies like writing. Despite what others have done to him he does not harbor any ill will to other races, as he knows not everyone carry the sins of their own kind. Their are some times though were he haunting memories comes back and this usually appears when he is holding his left side of his chest.
Home Island/Sea: Wano Country
History:
Ableyo grew up in the Wano Country in a respected fishmen clan known as the Samenoken (Translate to Shark Sword). Their they taught him everything he needed to know about being a Samurai but he had no interest, and practiced half heartily despite the disapproval of his clan. One day when Ableyo was 12 his clan was attacked by a crew of pirates/slavers. He saw his own friends and family killed in front of him, and he tried to fight back but he was to weak. That night only a handful of the clan managed to escape, Ableyo however was not so lucky. He was sold at the highest bitter and began working as a slave for a Celestial Dragon. He was branded on his left chest even to this day the pain is still there.
Once the Celestial Dragon was finished with him he was sold for dirt cheap to work as manual labor. Each day the memories of his clans destruction still vivid in his mind and he vowed to never allow that to happen again, so whenever he could he trained. For once took his training seriously with a strong goal fueling his resolve.
Ultimately events happen to were he was able to escape his slavery and join Nikko, but all that is a story for another day.
Fruit: Too awesome for fruit powers
Fighting style:
He uses a one sword fighting style usually with two hands unless he needs his left hand for something else.....like punching or grabbing something. The Samenoken swordsmanship relies on finding a opening in a opponents defense and unleashing a brutal attack when that opening is found. So when it looks like he is outmatched it really is him looking for a opportunity to strike.
All techniques are much stronger in water as with most fishman fighting styles.
* Sudden dash: Its a stepping technique were the user can bolt forward at incredible speeds, even when the user is not in motion. This is the foundation for most of the Samenoken fighting style.
* Shark Leap strike: Once the user see a opening in the opponents defense the user uses Sudden dash along with a horizontal or vertical strike. The sudden speed from the dash gives this strike a ton of brute power.
* One slash many strikes : A strike attack that uses the concept of Sudden Dash but with their arms not their legs. Doing so allows the user to make multiple attacks so quick it looks like one strike. Right now the user can only use a maximum of three strikes.
* Launching water missile : The user strikes so the moisture or body of water in the area compresses to become a projectile weapon. This attack is weaker with less water in the area.
* The water hypnosis trance: a type of trance a user puts himself in, in order to fool his body into thinking its under water by using the moisture around him. It increases his physical abilities and endurance but sadly lasts only a few minutes, upon which he can not do it again unless the user risks damages to his psyche. Completely useless in the desert.
Ship Positions: 1st Mate
Bounty: 0 |
53,198 | 1,444 | 62 | 2,747 | 345 | MAIN STREET
Tristan found himself in a swarm of a massive battle. It seems that the marines were outnumbering the pirates. Not only was it a surprise attack but the numbers made it hard for them to counter attack. There was no where to run as Reverse Mountain was far to steep to climb and all of the ships had been sunk. Some pirates gave up peacefully without any struggle. They were bound in chains and gathered in the center of town. However there were plenty of pirates who fought tooth and nail for their freedom. Some were strong but the majority were weak. They had no idea how to handle the soldiers hardened by the grand line.
Tristan however was taking down several of the marines left and right. Most of the normal soldiers were no match for him. In the distance from him there seemed to be a far more epic battle happening between a few pirates and some marine officers. A massive 9 foot tall fishman was facing off against a 7 foot tall human throwing axes. Another man who seemed to be able to produce lighting was facing off against two pole users. As he fought he drifted closer and closer to them until he was almost at the edge of the battle. Both of them took some notice of Tristan. However his easy ride was over.
Approaching him in the midst of combat was a tall woman nearly six and a half feet tall, albeit with heels, brandishing long flowing golden yellow hair and bright blue eyes. She looked more like a runway model than an officer but she wore a slender captain's jacket with the name "Kariko" on the back. She didn't appear to have any kind of weapon on her. However she closed the small distance between them in an instant.
"Can't just let you go around beating my men to death can I?" She said in a distractedly gentle tone. Tristan only has a split second to react as she brings up a powerful front kick with her shoes that he now can see are definitely made of ultra heavy lead and the heel is spiked. The kick is aimed at his midsection and the force behind it is quite powerful despite the quickness.
(I was having a hard time with your post as it didn't have much to react with. For now you are just behind Tristan and you can leap into the fight with the Female Marine Captain he is fighting at your leisure.)
The two pole users were having a bit of a hard time during the battle and it was becoming tiresome for both sides. The younger and less experienced of the two (the dragon pole user) was getting impatient.
"Sempai..." He said in a low tone while getting ready for an assault. "I'm going to see if I can take him down in a single strike. Cover me if I miss..." He whispers. Then in a flash he rushes towards Ahio and brings down a quick powerful strike that carries more force than any other during the whole battle. However Ahio had just unleashed his lighting form and brought up a sword to block. The lighting traveled up the dragon pole and struck the younger marine and blasted him back. The pole had splintered and the second sword was going for a kill strike.
It was at this time the twin pole user leaped into action and used one of his twin poles as a lighting rod to block the strike and save his Kohai. The smaller staff was destroyed in the process and now lay splintered and busted in half. The younger pole user lay twitching on the ground and the older sempai stands with just his one pole.
"Rest now." He says to his comrade before taking a strange new stance with just the single Jo-staff. His eyes were focused and now Ahio can tell this is where the real fight begins. "I'm not acknowledging you or anything but I will admit...your power is impressive. I am going to have to take you down before you become a threat. I should have done that from the get go but I wanted to try out using two staff's. I also wanted to let my younger brother here get some practice in. I underestimated you and that was my mistake. But your life end's here pirate..." A strange calm now surrounds the area between them and despite being made of lighting Ahio knew it would be reckless to attack without thinking.
The man with the Mohawk and the tomahawks looked surprised but thrilled at Able's skillful ability to block his 4 axe banzai barrage. He continues to strike madly and every so often unleashes an axe from his hand before quickly grabbing another. Able moves swiftly but his large body is a big target and a few are able to scratch even his tough skin. However none of the powerful strikes of the ones still in hand made contact.
"My name is Takahito! Thanks for asking. What is yours?" He says doing a full banzai spin landing kicks now with the constant barrage. It seems as this point Able is struggling. His movements are quick enough but he seems to be holding something back. Takahito wasn't sure if it was fear of his blades or if it was something else.
"My name is Able." He replies now taking his sword back to a drawn position but not re-sheating it. "I shall honor you with a good death." Able says with a low growl as he unleashes a powerful Iai draw without the sheath. It knocks two of his tomahawks out of Takahito's hands as well as opening up the marine's body for a second slash. This was what Takahito wanted and a sadistic grin covers his face once again as he drew two more axes out of no where and catches Able's blade and sticks the tip into the ground. The other edge is pinned down with an axe and Takahito's bare foot.
"Blade break technique: Reverse forge" Taka screamed as he slammed the back of an axe which has the edge of a hammer into the side of the sword. It busts into pieces. "Too bad you had to fight me fish man! You might have had a chance against three out of the five captains. But I specialize in taking down swords." His laughter is short lived however as his hand is caught by able.
Able's eyes go white as his fishman rage kicks in. Takahito tries to remove his hand from Able's iron grip but fails. Before he can even react Able's teeth sink into his captured arm and he is thrashed about. His body slams against the ground, the side of a building and then back to the ground. The teeth crunch down so hard he feel's his bones snapping and suddenly there is a rip. He falls to the ground a good 20 feet away with his right arm still in Able's teeth. Able's eyes return to normal and he drops the marine's arm.
"I am hindered by such feeble swords. I could not use the full brunt of my swordplay so in that reguard you had defeated me. However I am a shark so don't think simply smashing by blade will defeat me." He turns on his heels and notes the new tall female captain fighting Tristan. He takes note of his strength and yells out to both him and Ahio. "The two of you seem strong. If you want to get off this island alive I wish you luck in this fight and hope to see you in the port." With this he dashes off to the port.
The Port
The captain slammed into the building and hits one of the main support beams. The building begins to creak but doesn't move. However the captain is hit by a powerful enhanced punch which sends him through yet another wall and the support of the building seems to wane now. The captain takes a moment but actually gets up. His helmet is busted and falls to the ground in pieces. He takes his dislocated jaw and cracks it back into place.
"So Nabil is the name of your comrade? Is he weaker than you? If so he doesn't stand a chance. Not that you do either. I take it that was your best shot? Allow me to re turn the FAVOR!" He he slams his body into the cannon ball form once more. It moves at the same speed and destructive force as a regular cannon ball but for some reason it is shifted to the right and misses Marxo by a few inches. Instead he slams through the wall and hits a third support beam.
"oh...bloody hell...the hell." He stands up slowly. His head is now bleeding and shows why he usually wears the helmet. It seems the punch had knocked him a little bit harder than he had thought as his vision is blurred slightly. Suddenly a piece of concrete falls from the port-side building and hits him on the head. "SONFABI-" He cannot finish his thought as more of the building falls on top of him till only his arm remains sticking out of the rubble. He doesn't move and seems to be knocked out. However Marxo as well is stuck inside the building which is crumbling fast.
The seargeant scratches his head lazily. He didn't have his heart in this battle. He was mostly just tired and wanted to go home. He wasn't old yet but he was getting there. He was definitely the oldest out of this group of younglings. He looked at the sky for a moment to watch the white wispy clouds roll overhead against the bright blue sky. In the distance there was the cracking of thunder and a heavy breeze rushes across the port. His eyes then come back down to Nabil. He ignored the bit Nabil spewed about him being a dumbass.
"It was worth a shot at least..." He said slowly to himself. He didn't have much time as Nabil's arm turns into a heat axe and strikes down at him. The other end of his pole was being held tightly by Nabil so he couldn't just back up out of the way. "Guess that leaves only one route to take..." With a strange motion he sends a wave of kenetic energy through the pole bending it drastically like he had a seaking on the other line. With that he nimbly leaps out of the way of the strike and lands about a 90 degree turn away from where he was standing. The tension of the fishing pole increased drastically and Nabil would find it hard to hold into it especially left handed.
"You are a lowly pirate but I'll still teach you a little lesson. Don't judge your opponents by rank or by appearance. It will lead to your death." He now fiddles with the string on the line as if preparing for something. His demeanor is still listless.
Hanna watches as a hammer suddenly materializes out of glass. Her eyes widen somewhat as his speed closes the distance between the two rather quickly. Holding up her sword at a 45% angle she straitens her arm and angles the sword to block the hammer at the edge. However the hammer doesn't stop and slams strait down into the concrete but the angled sword forces Hanna to slip out of the way. She lands on her side a few feet away from where she was standing and pulls the trigger of her pistol.
"No Marine huh... we'll see about that." She blows a bubble gum and it pops as her gun fires a shot aimed at the center of his abdomen.
The Tavern
(sorry in advance for the next ones being short)
Brenda had devised an interesting and unique plan. Her shouts of 'cannonball' as well as her quick thinking of holding the actual detonated cannon ball had actually made the marines pause for a moment. This moment was fatal for their plans as huge blast of air hit the whole squad sending them down the steps leading to the harbor. Almost all were knocked out and the ones that weren't knocked out stayed still. A few shots had fired in response but none hit their target.
Now she see's a tall man wielding a strange air gun approaching them. Behind him however about 50 meters was what looked like a captain and at least two lieutenants by his side. Before she can react to either of those things a man with oily skin approaches her with a big strange grin and introduces himself as he offers to take the cannonball out of her hand.
Countless arrives on the scene of the tavern. The bar having at least been a bit out of the way most of the fighting was only just now arriving. None of the officers seem to have made it this far so the air blasts from the cannon were effective as many of the marines were either blown away or into buildings. The attacks weren't precise however and many pirates were also caught up in them. Not many people in the blast ranges were able to stand up to it and he found himself taking out several small fry at once. This did come at a small price however as this was drawing attention from the officers that had just made their way into the town's higher grounds.
As he arrived next to the tavern he saw Nikko passed out on the ground as well as several others who had gathered in this area. Holding up his air gun he blasted the group that had guns pointed at them. A few of them let out shots but all seem to miss the group thankfully. No one is left standing of this small group of marines. However behind them about 50 meters is a tall slender man with a captain's jacket slowly approaching. In the distance you hear a light whistling tune as well. By his side are two other figures.
Leonard can breath easy for just a moment as the marines are taken care of. More are approaching but they no longer have rifles pointed at them. This had to be at least some kind of improvement. Now they are surrounded at least by several other pirates that seem to be friendly. There is a strange girl who seems to be able to blend things together and talks about things in terms he doesn't fully understand. Next to her is another mystery figure of an oily man who seems at least friendly enough. Lastly there is another mystery figure who uses strange guns and is the one who saved them.
Off in the distance he notices the officers heading towards them and the Tavern completely collapses behind them. No fixing that now. There is a soft moan that grabs his attention as the pirate girl who had caught the cannon ball and was introduced as Nikko slowly starts to stir. She sits up very slowly and rubs the back of her head.
"Ouch...god damn...the hell...." She looks out over the town and then seems to remember. "Oh yeah...Marine raid." Turning around she see's that the tavern is fallen and that some new girl she had never met was holding onto the cannonball. "Oh nice!" She says standing up and putting a hand on the cannon ball. "Mind if I borrow that for a minute?" She asks with a ginger grin. Before she answers she quickly turns around to Leonard. "Oh yeah..you're the doctor guy right? Got anything for headaches because I've got a hell of a one right now. Thanks for looking over me while I was out." | Name: Nikko Tenchi
Appearance:
Height/Weight: 5ft'7in/ enough
Age: Appears to be about 18.
Personality:
While in public she seems well put together and confident in private she is often childish and stubborn. She is headstrong no matter where she is however. Once her mind is made up it would take an act of god to change it. In fact if history provides any reference even that might not. While generally a happy-go-lucky kind of person she has hot blood running through her veins. She may break tables or throw things through walls when she gets angry (or just drunk).
It is her inquisitive and curious mind that rules her passion. Her favorite thing to do is to experiment or tinker with things. She has a vast desire to know how things work and to replicate them herself. Her collar and gloves are made with her inventing in mind. Her goggles, which are of her own invention stay on her head without any support at all. She can move them around where she needs and will often bring them down over her eyes during a fight that seems dangerous.
Home Island/Sea: Taiko Island
History:
I am breaking my own rule slightly as some of her past has to do with the overall plot. But in the recent year she has made her name adventuring a bit through different parts of the grand line. While never declaring herself as a pirate per-se she has always considered herself one ever since she has left home which was a year and a half ago. Since then she has met plenty of people.
Roughly one month ago she met a person who rivaled her in strength. It was a massive shark fishman hailing from the Wano Country. They initially didn't like each other as he was a bit rude and didn't have the proper respect for women that she felt she deserved. They got into no less than three fights before drawing the attention of a prominent pirate of the area. The two were forced to work together to escape. However in the rush they found themselves stuck in the calm belt.
Having spent three days in the calm belt fighting off sea kings and running like hell they managed to pop out in west blue. From there they found a pirate with a bounty worth only a million. It was hardly even effort to take down this man and his crew but it did provide them with enough spending money to ferry a ride with a group of people heading into the grand line.
Fruit: None
Fighting style:
Brawling. Despite her petite figure she is actually incredibly physically strong. Her punch packs a hell of a wallop and her speed is nothing to sniff at. Her style of fighting doesn't follow any particular martial art and is mostly self taught. However despite this self taught style she incorporates moves from several different arts into her own.
For example many of her punches seem to be a mix between the way Karate and Boxing punch. However the movements are more fluid and natural than stylized. Many of her kicks seem to come from Tae Kwan do or Muai Thai. She knows how to grapple and throw as well. Her grip is strong enough to stop most ships and the gloves that she wear are made of an incredible material that doesn't seem to rip or tear no matter how much pressure and tension she puts on them.
Haki of Observation is her most powerful Haki at this point. She has useage of the Haki of Armament as well.
Ship Positions: Captain/Shipwright (looking for apprentice shipwright)
Bounty: Currently 0 |
53,199 | 1,444 | 63 | 1,644 | 324 | Tristan was quickly and decisively ending each marine who charged at him, using as little force as possible, so he could save more energy for one of the higher ups he was bound to fight eventually. After knocking out quite a few men he got close enough to the big battle for one of the Marine officers to take notice of him. She was fairly beautiful and dressed oddly in his opinion, he saw her walking towards him and readied himself, however she closed the distance in almost an instant.
He was suprised but for a moment at her impressive speed, her outfit making a little more sense to him now " Those guys, don't worry I only knocked them out. I didn't use nearly enough force to kill them. " While he responded to her statement he took notice of her expression and her movements. As he talked his eyes moved from hers and to her leg which was being raised for an attack. Her heels seemed to be made of some heavy material and heading for his stomach or his abdomen. If the attack made contact in either location it would deal some pretty massive damage.
Tristan thought his next moves over in his head "From the angle of the attack if I lean back I could avoid it and get a blow in on her knee. No..that won't work, with her speed she'd most likely be able to bring her leg down on me the moment I leaned back dealing even more damage. What should I do...I got it!" Tristan turned his body to the side out of the way of the attack. The moment his foot made contact with the ground again he spun behind her his back facing hers and grabbed her arms. Once he had a hold of her arms he sprung off the ground and planted both feet on her back, pushing off with a decent amount of force, pushing her away and pushing himself away off of her, flipping midair, and landing back on the ground facing her again. " Your speed is impressive, as is your strength, you could prove quite the challenge. " Without taking his focus off the Marine lady he was fighting he shouted back to the Fishman " Same goes for you big guy! " | Name: Tristan S. Jasper
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 180lbs
Appearance: (couldn't find a pic that worked)
He's usually seen wearing a tan cloak with the hood down and a pair of red goggles usually just under his hair line. His hair is medium length and curls at the ends however there's usually a few stray strandd of hair that stick out and curl over in the front partially covering his goggles. He wears light brown light weight work boots. Under his cloak is a thin silk black long sleeve shirt and thin black leather gloves as well as thick black pants with turquoise padding over the pockets.
Personality: He's quiet, kind, and gentle. He always has a smile on his face no matter what the situation is. When it comes to fight his calm and collected, his attacks are all precise to make up for his lack of strength. He also likes to collect all of the things he learns along his travels in journals and is quite skilled at assessing situations and making plans as well as changing plans quickly whenever something goes wrong.
Home Island/Sea: Due to so much traveling in his life his home island is unknown but his home sea is East Blue
History: Tristan S. Jasper lived his life for the most parts on the streets moving from town to town, island to island (whenever a nice captain would come along and allow him to hitch a ride). His chest and face had some scars on them. Since he never really had any money and wasn't very popular with..well people in general because of his beggar appearance people assumed he was some kind of beggar or thug. People often tossed him around, picked fights with him, and kicked him around, but he never fought back or did harsh things to anyone. Anytime he saw an opportunity to help someone he'd take it, never wanting only giving. Even though his life was harsh he always had a smile on his face.
One day he noticed an old man on a road being jumped by a group of thugs so he jumped in used his body to shield the old man. The old man seeing his kindness offered to let him stay with him.
A few years later Tristan was out with the old man on a food run when those thugs showed up again..this time in a larger group. In the fight he had decided to target one of the thugs who was bigger than the rest and was going on about how he was the strongest person. Once the boy saw an opening in the man's attack and reacted within almost the blink of an eye and he'd won the fight shortly after and the old man explain that this was the potential he had seen in him when they first met.
All of this happened..let's say a good five years before where he starts in the rp. At this point he's just been traveling since the old man died.
Fruit: No fruit
Fighting style: His fighting style is one he developed over time. It relies mainly on dodging and countering. Assessing the enemies strengths and using them against him. It's completely hand to hand he never uses weapons, his impressive reaction time also helps him in his fighting. As for techniques he currently has two. Keen Eye in which he heightens his focus relying on all senses rather than just sight and sound to judge the enemies movements letting him react to their attacks with more accuracy and pinpoint which where in he puts more focus on sight to spot an enemies weak spot and deal more damge.
Ship Position: Doesn't have one yet.
Bounty: 0 |
53,200 | 1,444 | 64 | 1,105 | 2,351 | Sylas
The woman seemed to try to block the hammer, a foolish move. But to Sylas's surprise she was launched out of harm's way rather than crushed underneath his attack. She had done something clever with her sword, but even then the power behind the attack didn't allow her to land easily or smoothly. The lieutenant had landed on her side and skidded to a halt, while the hammer was shattered once again. "A dodge," Sylas muttered to himself as he began to recover from the attack by standing upright. But before he could the woman taunted him and fired her pistol again. The ex-captain, exhibiting astonished speed and reflexes, jumped to his side right as she fired. The bullet sailed past him again, confirming that the first time she had missed wasn't an accident in the least.
"A clever strategy," Sylas began again, tossing the glass handle at the woman lazily. Even if it hit her there was no real force behind it to cause damage; it would likely just break once it hit the ground. "Dodge my attack and counter-attack before I can fully recover. A technique that is easier said than done. Had you been fighting a lesser foe you would've succeeded." His right hand moved up to his forehead, dramatically pushing his hair back as he struck a pose with his left hand pointing towards Hanna. "But you will not defeat me with tricks like that. No Marine can stop me. Neither can any pirate nor beast. I am Shattering Sylas! Conqueror of the West Blue! I have survived war, mutiny, and thousands of seakings! Your crew will just be another notch in my belt."
His hand on his head moved down and he dropped out of his dramatic pose, regaining a fighting stance as he aimed both his hands at the lieutenant. "Hari Hari no Anchor!" Glass began expanding from underneath Sylas's feet, rapidly expanding in a direct line towards Hanna. Once the glass was underneath her feet it would grow upwards, moving to catch her legs and stop her from moving. While this trapping technique was expanding, Sylas brought his hands down to his sides. "Hari Hari no Saber!" Two glass sabers grew from his palms and he gripped them each tightly as he rushed at the lieutenant again. Despite running over smooth glass he seemed uninhibited in the least. "My story is nowhere near ending. It's just beginning!" Though clearly not an expert with swords, Sylas leaped towards Hanna in a spin, intending to slash her several times and use sheer force to defeat her rather than skill or tactics. | Name:
"Shattering" Sylas Maison
Height/Weight:
6'0" (182cm) / 170lbs (77.1kg)
Age:
20
Personality:
Eccentric and emotional, Sylas is known for being an overly melodramatic fellow. Prone to telling tale tales of grand feats he may or may not have ever accomplished, his flair for drama is second-to-none. He always strives to be interesting and unique, making it easy to spot him in a crowd by looks and sound alone. He is often written off as crazy by those that meet him, especially after they see what he is capable of. Sylas is as impulsive as they come, and accordingly unpredictable. He always strives to amaze those around him with feats of power or compassion, to be recognized as a man worthy of legend. At the very least his wierdness is legendary, but getting that point across to Sylas is impossible. Nobody looks up to Sylas more than Sylas himself. He is infallible in his own eyes and he won't stop until everyone else sees him that way too.
Home Island/Sea:
West Blue
History:
Born to Captain Ismael Maison of the Firefly Pirates, Sylas was immersed in the world of swashbuckling from a very young age. Though the Firefly Pirates and consequently Captain Ismael were nothing impressive that didn't stop the enigmatic leader to present grandiose tales to his son. Enamored with his unrealistic and romaticized view of piracy, young Sylas aimed to follow the footsteps of his father and become a legend (despite the fact his father's name was unheard of outside the West Blue). He spent his entire life on board the Firefly's ship, Chain Breaker, training to take the reigns from his father one day as the captain of the crew.
When Sylas was fourteen he encountered the Hari Hari no Mi. And encountered is the correct word, as he saw the fruit on board an enemy ship while the crew was raiding it. Being he was hungry at the time he ate it without a second thought. It was only after Ismael questioned where the Devil Fruit was that it was realized Sylas had eaten it. This temporarily put a damper on crew relations, but it was found that Sylas was an even greater asset to the crew now. He was no longer just the captain's kid but now a useful member. Granted his odd personality didn't make him exactly likable.
He trained to use his new abilities to the max, believing that they would be key to his future legends. Over time he became the powerhouse of the Firefly Pirates, surpassing anyone else on board by leagues. At nineteen his father finally grew ill and passed away (likely scurvy), leaving Sylas in charge of the Firefly Pirates rather than the more popular first mate, Hopper. Taking it to heart, Sylas immediately declared they would head to the Grand Line. As they made their way across the West Blue, slowly but surely, the crew grew dissatisfied with Sylas's style of leadership. They no longer pillaged towns or raided islands, instead marauding only other pirate crews. After three months they couldn't take it any longer.
Following an overly-eccentric twentieth birthday party for Sylas, the crew immediately mutinied. Led by the former first mate, the mutiny forced Sylas to walk the plank. As a Devil Fruit user, this surely meant he would die. But quick thinking and the Hari Hari no Mi powers allowed him to create a small boat. Using his incredible strength and a single paddle, Sylas escaped his former comrades by fleeing towards a nearby island. Or so he thought. His sense of navigation wasn't very spot on and instead Sylas had traversed into the nearby Calm Belt.
In a feat of fear-fueled stamina, Sylas managed to paddle his way across the calm belt and onto the Grand Line. With no food or water, Sylas found himself close to death before spotting Reverse Mountain and the Town of Contradiction. After arriving at the port he was given some food and water by sympathetic locals. It took only a day to recover his strength, in which Sylas was immediately indebted and forced to work off the bills for the food he had eaten. This brings us to today, two days after Sylas had arrived at the Town of Contradiction...
Fruit:
Known as the Glass-Glass Fruit, it is a Paramecia type Devil Fruit that grants the user the ability to create glass at a rapid pace and to manipulate existing glass under certain conditions. Notably not Logia class as users cannot turn themselves into glass nor are they invulnerable to physical attacks. The glass created by a Hari Hari no Mi user can have various properties as determined at the time of creation, though for existing glass to be manipulated it must be untempered and have no stain. The glass created can only ever be in a crystal, solid state though it may be structured to appear liquid. Liquid glass can also be manipulated, if pure and unstained, despite not being able to be produced by the user. The thicker the glass, the longer it takes to create. Glass can only be created from the user's body, but glass that is being manipulated has a much longer range.
Most common uses of the Hari Hari no Mi are to create weapons or structures of glass, usually thick so as not to be broken easily. The fragile nature of thin glass makes it a great weapon for slicing even when broken, though thin glass is also useful for manipulating light. A skilled user can create illusions with cleverly manipulated glass and even a an unskilled user could reflect sunlight to blind foes. There are a wide range of possibilities with the Hari Hari no Mi, though it is not without weaknesses. Even the thickest glass is weaker than the equivalent thickness of steel, and due to the crystalline nature of untempered glass it is prone to fracture with ease if it is not made to be especially thick (and even then it is not on par with an identical weapon/structure made of metal). Due to the nature of Busoshoku Haki, Hari Hari no Mi glass of any thickness is shattered with ease if struck by it. Consequently, Busoshoku Haki can be imbued into the glass created if the user is adept with Haki, negating the Haki weakness to a degree.
Fighting style:
Sylas is a powerhouse, exhibiting incredible strength and the capability to wield absurdly large weapons of his own creation. Though agile in his own right he will stick to his greatest strength: strength. Sylas primarily fights using glass weapons, such as hammers and swords, but his style is just as versatile as his Devil Fruit. Though he is capable of fighting without his Devil Fruit powers, he does lack martial art skills and has to rely on pure physical capability to get by. Sylas is capable of using Busoshoku (Arms) and Kenbunshoku (Observation) Haki to certain degrees, though he reserves this ability.
Hari Hari no Hammerfall
Sylas creates an absurdly large hammer of glass, over twice his own size, and swings it down with enough force to annihilate the hammer and usually most anything in its path. This can be considered his signature technique and has attributed to his epithet, for the shattering hammer. This technique can be used alternatively, to allow extended use of the hammer by not immediately smashing it.
Hari Hari no Great Hammerfall
An enlarged version of his signature technique. Sylas creates an even more absurdly large hammer, this time large enough smash an entire building or even a ship. Notably takes more time to create the weapon and it is much more unwieldy in his hands. Only ever good for one attack.
Hari Hari no Saber
A large glass sword is created. Though fragile and easy to break, it is incredibly sharp. When it is broken the shattered pieces are capable of causing further damage. Sylas can repair the blade in order to extend how long it can be useful.
Hari Hari no Windmill
Two meter-long, six-point throwing stars are created and flung at the enemy. Due to Sylas's ability to control the glass they will give chase and home in on the desired target until broken beyond use or they hit their mark. Much like the Saber they are incredibly sharp and breaking them still has a probability of taking damage.
Hari Hari no Geyser
An eruption of thick and spiky layers of glass form from Sylas's feet, stabbing foes and repelling attacks. Due to the thickness of the glass it is less sharp and not as likely to completely slice through opponents, but it is more resilient and can withstand stronger attacks as well as still being able to harm whoever was in the blast zone.
Hari Hari no Anchor
By creating a sheet of glass across the ground (or oceanwater, if out at sea) and underneath a foe (or opposing ship), Sylas can trap his enemy. Once the glass reaches underneath the enemy it will grow upwards to anchor them in place. For humanoid foes this only requires reaching up to the waist to completely halt their leg movement, and for ships at seat it simply requires getting completely underneath and surrounding it only by a few feet (which is more than enough to completely remove the ship from the water).
Hari Hari no Mirror
One of Sylas's weaker moves, as it does not usually fit his style and is thus not often used or practiced. Sylas creates a pane of glass, warped to just the right angle to reflect the brightest light source available (usually the sun) and project it in the direction of his enemy to temporarily blind them.
Hari Hari no Mist
Two balls of glass are created before being broken (throwing, crushing, smashing, doesn't matter), causing them to explode into many tiny shards of glass. Controlling the direction of the spray can create a painful diversion for his foes, potentially blinding them (the permanent kind of blind).
Hari Hari no Laser
Using a large, circular disk of glass, Sylas focus sunlight onto a specific point via refraction and magnification. This is used to cause fires on anything wooden, and only requires a few seconds of accurate aiming once the disk is properly aligned with the sun.
*Note*
Due to the versatile nature of the Hari Hari no Mi, there are many more possibilities of use other than those listed above. This list is to cite the most common and most notable techniques, though more may be added as Sylas expands his uses.
Ship Positions:
TBA (Former Captain of the Firefly Pirates)
Bounty:
3,000,000 Berries |
53,201 | 1,444 | 65 | 2,643 | 221 | DYING IS NOT REPAYING A DEBT
ONLY WEAK MEN WOULD DIE AFTER SOMEONE SPARED THEIR LIVES
The tall man was dealing with the marines easily, as expected. Zell knew that his man was no ordinary man in a single glance at him, Zell himself felt a great aura radiating from him. Zell quickly moved between the battles and he took out some marines without attracting much attention from the other marines. The marines were focused on this tall man known as Tristan. So, Zell took an advantage of it and knocked the rest from behind. However, another storm was fast approaching, this time it was a big marine lady with golden yellow hair that attracted all eyes onto it. This man was being cornered by her upper kick. Fortunately, Tristan himself shouldn't be taken lightly and he quickly countered the attack.
Zell glared at the scene, his hands were gripping the katana tighter as he was itching to jump into battles. Zell scratched his head as he was confused on how he should make an entrance in this mayhem. A grin could be seen soon as he got the answer to his question. The marine lady was having a small chat with Tristan, and only showed several movements. It seemed both of them were trying to taunt each other, hoping for one of them to attack first. In a blink of an eye, Zell rushed towards Tristan and the marine lady, Zell raised his katana to the waist line and he approached the big marine lady in quite a speed. As he reached a good distance, he raised his sword and swung it downwards, trying to slash the marine lady's arm with his katana. The marine lady was big enough so she was a bit easy to aim unless she moved in an incredible speed. Should she quickly move, Zell would rush backwards and would a great distance between them. Zell smirked, "It seems you're having a trouble with her. I should lend you a great help." said Zell to Tristan. | Name: Zell Narukami
Height/Weight: 5'10", 180 lbs
Age: 23
Personality:
Zell is a man whose been instilled with values.He is someone who believes strongly in being able to forge his own path by his own two hands. He's not opposed to fighting to protect his beliefs. Even if he looses. He's never set in his ways though he is constantly adapting to the world around him letting the way of the world help shape, define and re-define him. But his core beliefs never change. Fight for what you believe in, think with your head not your heart, if it's something that burns strongly within follow it. And help out those in need.
Zell's reaction to people is initially friendly, however if they prove that they are against him or act to hurt someone without any provocation then he grows to dislike them. He's a charismatic person, he could persuade someone to do something for him. His ambitions lead him to a great path, the path shows the true side of him. He often respects his enemies in battle, humiliating them on the battle isn't his style.
He has two major quirks to his personality, one being that be believes that the strongest beliefs always win. Regardless of the medium through which they are conveyed be it words or fists. The second quirk is a simple one. Living for yourself is the same as living for nothing. Live for others, don't only focus on yourself.
Home Island/Sea: East Blue
History:
Zell was born in a nice kingdom of Goa. Subject to his loving parents, and an overwhelming amount of caring relatives and neighbors, he wanted for nothing as a child. When he was four, he had to say goodbye to Goa Kingdom, and move with his parents back down to Loguetown. They settled on Loguetown, and his parents set a business there. Between working out in the town, and managing his peace projects, his father was a very busy man, but he still made all the time he could to spend playing with his son.
When he became old enough, he would follow him around all day while he took care of problems that had arisen and managing different aspects of the town. He was walking around the town with his father, something caught his eyes, a muscular man was punching on trees. Zell approached the man, and asked all about the man's tasks. Zell eyes stared at the dents on the stem and the scratches, he asked that man if he could teach him about martial art someday. When Zell turned 13, he decided to help that man, his job was to collect the broken wood from the trees. Zell taught by the man on how to punch properly when he reached the age of 14, Zell took a special class on the evening. When he turned to 16, he was able to punch through a plank. But, only in a small scale. He spent his free time training more on his martial arts after his father said that he should be able to protect everyone in the family. Zell trained hard and also worked hard to gain more knowledge. His parents was happy to see Zell.One day when Zell was 14 years old, A pirate crew stopped at his village, and went to the bar, they talked about Devil Fruits they got when they were sailing around the island. Zell read about Devil Fruits once, and the power was scary, but with such power, he could protect his family easily. He went to their ships, some people stood on the ships, guarding it. Zell approached them, and asked about a devil fruit. With his curiosity and cute face, they showed him the devil fruit, Zell glared at it, and took it instantly. Without any hesitation, he jumped to the sea because it was the fastest route to escape. They were chasing Zell, but Zell ate the fruit, he felt something weird, suddenly, he couldn't swim, and he lost his energy. Unfortunately, the pirates swam, and caught him. The furious captain came, and asked him about the devil fruit. When Zell told them that he ate it, they were furious, and wanted to kill him, but a villager who knew Zell called for help, the other villagers gathered, and asked the pirates to leave Zell alone. They released Zell, and Zell began to run away. The pirates took their swords, and advanced toward the villagers, the villagers stood up for Zell. Fortunately, a marine ship sailed toward the island, the marine ship was quite far, but if the pirates caused some trouble here, the marine would stop here, and caught them. One of the pirate crew spotted it, they decided to return to their ships, and flee. Zell found out his ability when he was training on the courtyard, suddenly his hands turned into blades when he tried to attack a dummy. Zell trained himself on his backyard, at first, it was a fail, he can't control the power, but after a lot of training, and dedication, he managed to turn his limbs into blade whenever he wanted to.
When he turned 18, after more than a decade and a half of listening to his father's stories of the sea, he decided he wanted to go sail the sea too, his father experienced the sea at a very young age, Zell's grandfather always brought his father to every journey, they sailed around East Blue, but not all lands in East Blue explored, his grandfather wrote a journals about his journey, before he died, and he gave the journals to Zell's father. At first, his parents was afraid with Zell's decision. Luckily, the man who taught him everything interfered, saying Zell was more than prepared to go on his own adventure. His father worried, but couldn't stop him from leaving. Zell was aiming to find huge amount of treasures. To find a lot of treasure, you must become a strong person, he wanted a fame so much, so, the world will know about him, he need to be the strongest pirate, so, he can conquer the world easily, and find a lot of treasures. Hopefully, he can achieve him with individuals called as Nakamas.
Fruit: Supa Supa no Mi (Dice Dice Fruit)
Fighting style: He wields a single katana but mainly goes on hand-to-hand combat. This style is enhanced by his Fruit Power, it allows him to turn his limbs into blades, this can inflict a piercing damage or cuts to the target upon contact so he doesn't afraid to attack someone with bare fist. As a result, his main focus is on his martial arts. He also might use his gifts in Haki, but currently, they are inactive inside him unless he train himself to unlock it.
Ship Positions: Fighter
Bounty: 0 |
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