i say we go with the first one.
Archmage MC
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I don't care which ship we use, I just wanna get this started :P.
Oh right, where do you want my character placed? She can be placed anywhere. Like when she'll be picked up and all that fun stuff.
Oh right, where do you want my character placed? She can be placed anywhere. Like when she'll be picked up and all that fun stuff.
Have a CS with terrible personality writing since I never got those.
Name: Rilr Fiore
Age: 26
Appearance: Standing at 6’2” with a lean build Rilr has amber eyes and steely grey hair. He grows his hair somewhat long – down to his collar to be precise – and has the beginnings of a beard which at its shortest is some simple stubble and even at its longest there’s not much more to it.
Crew Position: Amateur Gunslinger
Power Type: Cleaning extraordinaire
Personality: Rilr isn’t particularly rowdy when it comes to celebrating and such unless he gets really drunk which –despite working in a bar – happens after he consumes very little. He’s certainly overconfident in his abilities which may lead to a few small explosions after he tried tinkering with his guns and he’s equally as stubborn once he starts he needs to finish his task. When it comes to dealing with people this makes him rather difficult to argue with as he often has a rather cynical outlook on events which can make him difficult to agree with in some cases.
History: Life on the open sea always seemed like a dream didn’t it? For Rilr it seemed like more of a nightmare. His parents ran a tavern on a small island just before the grand line in south blue. He’d seen people who’d come back from the grand line after trying to take the one piece for themselves. It wasn’t a pretty sight. Arms lost, major paranoia, some people came back without their mind. Most people who passed through never came back. The open sea was a harsh place and Rilr wanted nothing to do with it.
The bar his family has was a good enough life for him. It was mostly peaceful – apart from the rowdy drunks on their way to the grand line – and they made enough money to make it by. They saw their fair share of action with the constant flow of bandits – in fact it’s because of that Rilr learnt how to shoot. What better way to keep the rabble in tow than to shoot the bottle of sake out of their hands?
Then there were the marines. Rilr wouldn’t have joined them of his own accord. But what better way to be introduced to the marines than by shooting at one of their officers? It was probably beneficial that the guy was so drunk. You know the kind, womanizing bastards who don’t know when to stop. You could certainly say he was shocked when his bottle of sake burst into shards as he was about to take enough swig and he was told he had enough to drink by some mere bartender. This happened around six years ago when Rilr was merely 26.
Then he received a choice, be locked up for attempted murder of a Marine Officer or serve in his crew. What choice did he have? God knows how long he would have been locked up for so he naturally chose the second option brought up by the officers inebriated condition. The next six years were certainly dull for Rilr. Serving on a low end marine vessel as one of the catering staff meant he had to put up with even more rowdy seafarers than before and this time he couldn’t stop them from drinking too much.
As for life on the open sea, it wasn’t as bad as Rilr though it was. They were hardly ever faced with difficult work on his ship. That was until they positioned them in the grand line. As soon as they got to Reversal Mountain in order to enter the stretch of sea they were attacked by pirates. These weren’t weak like the rest they had fought either. The tales were true that those who came back from the grand line were of a different calibre to the rest.
So he was placed in a difficult situation. He could fight these pirates who were so far decimating his lousy marine comrades or he could grab what he can and flee. It’s rather obvious which option he chose. He grabbed his small sack with his belongings in and jumped into one of the small boats they tended to use for landing. He was sailing for ten or so minutes before the marine ship he was on sank. Now he’s left floating near reversal mountain – who knows who’ll pick him out of the water.
Devil Fruit: N/A
Fruit Type: N/A
Abilities:
Combat oriented: He’s a fine shot to say the least. Who needs cannons when you can just shoot out enemies with your pistol as they prepare to give you a full broadside? He knows how his preferred weapons (Gunpowder based projectile launching weaponry) and can modify them in any number of ways - they didn’t even blow up the last few times either!
Generally: He’s a great cleaner and even a dab hand in the kitchen if it comes to it. As previously mentioned he knows the in and outs of gun well enough to modify them in his favour. He’s also trying to learn how to make his own ammunition too but that doesn’t turn out that well.
Others:
Nothing. Nada. Zilch.
Name: Rilr Fiore
Age: 26
Appearance: Standing at 6’2” with a lean build Rilr has amber eyes and steely grey hair. He grows his hair somewhat long – down to his collar to be precise – and has the beginnings of a beard which at its shortest is some simple stubble and even at its longest there’s not much more to it.
He dresses to impress and won’t be found wearing anything other than semi-formal attire. A good example of this would be his usual get up which consists of a buttoned shirt – buttons on the left of course – which is seemingly always white in colour with one or two exceptions. The shirts he wears consist of either an English spread or Forward-point collar and make use of French cuffs.
Over the shirt goes a waistcoat. Typically it would be a black single breasted waistcoat with a single pocket and some bronze buttons. In hotter weather however he instead chooses to wear a rather fetching purple short waistcoat with two pockets around the hip area of the coat.
His trousers and shoes hold nothing special about them. His trousers are grey flat-front straight-legged trousers. His shoes are polished black dress shoes with a buckle and pointed ends.
Over the shirt goes a waistcoat. Typically it would be a black single breasted waistcoat with a single pocket and some bronze buttons. In hotter weather however he instead chooses to wear a rather fetching purple short waistcoat with two pockets around the hip area of the coat.
His trousers and shoes hold nothing special about them. His trousers are grey flat-front straight-legged trousers. His shoes are polished black dress shoes with a buckle and pointed ends.
Crew Position: Amateur Gunslinger
Power Type: Cleaning extraordinaire
Personality: Rilr isn’t particularly rowdy when it comes to celebrating and such unless he gets really drunk which –despite working in a bar – happens after he consumes very little. He’s certainly overconfident in his abilities which may lead to a few small explosions after he tried tinkering with his guns and he’s equally as stubborn once he starts he needs to finish his task. When it comes to dealing with people this makes him rather difficult to argue with as he often has a rather cynical outlook on events which can make him difficult to agree with in some cases.
History: Life on the open sea always seemed like a dream didn’t it? For Rilr it seemed like more of a nightmare. His parents ran a tavern on a small island just before the grand line in south blue. He’d seen people who’d come back from the grand line after trying to take the one piece for themselves. It wasn’t a pretty sight. Arms lost, major paranoia, some people came back without their mind. Most people who passed through never came back. The open sea was a harsh place and Rilr wanted nothing to do with it.
The bar his family has was a good enough life for him. It was mostly peaceful – apart from the rowdy drunks on their way to the grand line – and they made enough money to make it by. They saw their fair share of action with the constant flow of bandits – in fact it’s because of that Rilr learnt how to shoot. What better way to keep the rabble in tow than to shoot the bottle of sake out of their hands?
Then there were the marines. Rilr wouldn’t have joined them of his own accord. But what better way to be introduced to the marines than by shooting at one of their officers? It was probably beneficial that the guy was so drunk. You know the kind, womanizing bastards who don’t know when to stop. You could certainly say he was shocked when his bottle of sake burst into shards as he was about to take enough swig and he was told he had enough to drink by some mere bartender. This happened around six years ago when Rilr was merely 26.
Then he received a choice, be locked up for attempted murder of a Marine Officer or serve in his crew. What choice did he have? God knows how long he would have been locked up for so he naturally chose the second option brought up by the officers inebriated condition. The next six years were certainly dull for Rilr. Serving on a low end marine vessel as one of the catering staff meant he had to put up with even more rowdy seafarers than before and this time he couldn’t stop them from drinking too much.
As for life on the open sea, it wasn’t as bad as Rilr though it was. They were hardly ever faced with difficult work on his ship. That was until they positioned them in the grand line. As soon as they got to Reversal Mountain in order to enter the stretch of sea they were attacked by pirates. These weren’t weak like the rest they had fought either. The tales were true that those who came back from the grand line were of a different calibre to the rest.
So he was placed in a difficult situation. He could fight these pirates who were so far decimating his lousy marine comrades or he could grab what he can and flee. It’s rather obvious which option he chose. He grabbed his small sack with his belongings in and jumped into one of the small boats they tended to use for landing. He was sailing for ten or so minutes before the marine ship he was on sank. Now he’s left floating near reversal mountain – who knows who’ll pick him out of the water.
Devil Fruit: N/A
Fruit Type: N/A
Abilities:
Combat oriented: He’s a fine shot to say the least. Who needs cannons when you can just shoot out enemies with your pistol as they prepare to give you a full broadside? He knows how his preferred weapons (Gunpowder based projectile launching weaponry) and can modify them in any number of ways - they didn’t even blow up the last few times either!
Generally: He’s a great cleaner and even a dab hand in the kitchen if it comes to it. As previously mentioned he knows the in and outs of gun well enough to modify them in his favour. He’s also trying to learn how to make his own ammunition too but that doesn’t turn out that well.
Others:
Nothing. Nada. Zilch.
Have a CS with terrible personality writing since I never got those.
Name: Rilr Fiore
Age: 26
Appearance: Standing at 6’2” with a lean build Rilr has amber eyes and steely grey hair. He grows his hair somewhat long – down to his collar to be precise – and has the beginnings of a beard which at its shortest is some simple stubble and even at its longest there’s not much more to it.
Crew Position: Amateur Gunslinger
Power Type: Cleaning extraordinaire
Personality: Rilr isn’t particularly rowdy when it comes to celebrating and such unless he gets really drunk which –despite working in a bar – happens after he consumes very little. He’s certainly overconfident in his abilities which may lead to a few small explosions after he tried tinkering with his guns and he’s equally as stubborn once he starts he needs to finish his task. When it comes to dealing with people this makes him rather difficult to argue with as he often has a rather cynical outlook on events which can make him difficult to agree with in some cases.
History: Life on the open sea always seemed like a dream didn’t it? For Rilr it seemed like more of a nightmare. His parents ran a tavern on a small island just before the grand line in south blue. He’d seen people who’d come back from the grand line after trying to take the one piece for themselves. It wasn’t a pretty sight. Arms lost, major paranoia, some people came back without their mind. Most people who passed through never came back. The open sea was a harsh place and Rilr wanted nothing to do with it.
The bar his family has was a good enough life for him. It was mostly peaceful – apart from the rowdy drunks on their way to the grand line – and they made enough money to make it by. They saw their fair share of action with the constant flow of bandits – in fact it’s because of that Rilr learnt how to shoot. What better way to keep the rabble in tow than to shoot the bottle of sake out of their hands?
Then there were the marines. Rilr wouldn’t have joined them of his own accord. But what better way to be introduced to the marines than by shooting at one of their officers? It was probably beneficial that the guy was so drunk. You know the kind, womanizing bastards who don’t know when to stop. You could certainly say he was shocked when his bottle of sake burst into shards as he was about to take enough swig and he was told he had enough to drink by some mere bartender. This happened around six years ago when Rilr was merely 26.
Then he received a choice, be locked up for attempted murder of a Marine Officer or serve in his crew. What choice did he have? God knows how long he would have been locked up for so he naturally chose the second option brought up by the officers inebriated condition. The next six years were certainly dull for Rilr. Serving on a low end marine vessel as one of the catering staff meant he had to put up with even more rowdy seafarers than before and this time he couldn’t stop them from drinking too much.
As for life on the open sea, it wasn’t as bad as Rilr though it was. They were hardly ever faced with difficult work on his ship. That was until they positioned them in the grand line. As soon as they got to Reversal Mountain in order to enter the stretch of sea they were attacked by pirates. These weren’t weak like the rest they had fought either. The tales were true that those who came back from the grand line were of a different calibre to the rest.
So he was placed in a difficult situation. He could fight these pirates who were so far decimating his lousy marine comrades or he could grab what he can and flee. It’s rather obvious which option he chose. He grabbed his small sack with his belongings in and jumped into one of the small boats they tended to use for landing. He was sailing for ten or so minutes before the marine ship he was on sank. Now he’s left floating near reversal mountain – who knows who’ll pick him out of the water.
Devil Fruit: N/A
Fruit Type: N/A
Abilities:
Combat oriented: He’s a fine shot to say the least. Who needs cannons when you can just shoot out enemies with your pistol as they prepare to give you a full broadside? He knows how his preferred weapons (Gunpowder based projectile launching weaponry) and can modify them in any number of ways - they didn’t even blow up the last few times either!
Generally: He’s a great cleaner and even a dab hand in the kitchen if it comes to it. As previously mentioned he knows the in and outs of gun well enough to modify them in his favour. He’s also trying to learn how to make his own ammunition too but that doesn’t turn out that well.
Others:
Nothing. Nada. Zilch.
Name: Rilr Fiore
Age: 26
Appearance: Standing at 6’2” with a lean build Rilr has amber eyes and steely grey hair. He grows his hair somewhat long – down to his collar to be precise – and has the beginnings of a beard which at its shortest is some simple stubble and even at its longest there’s not much more to it.
He dresses to impress and won’t be found wearing anything other than semi-formal attire. A good example of this would be his usual get up which consists of a buttoned shirt – buttons on the left of course – which is seemingly always white in colour with one or two exceptions. The shirts he wears consist of either an English spread or Forward-point collar and make use of French cuffs.
Over the shirt goes a waistcoat. Typically it would be a black single breasted waistcoat with a single pocket and some bronze buttons. In hotter weather however he instead chooses to wear a rather fetching purple short waistcoat with two pockets around the hip area of the coat.
His trousers and shoes hold nothing special about them. His trousers are grey flat-front straight-legged trousers. His shoes are polished black dress shoes with a buckle and pointed ends.
Over the shirt goes a waistcoat. Typically it would be a black single breasted waistcoat with a single pocket and some bronze buttons. In hotter weather however he instead chooses to wear a rather fetching purple short waistcoat with two pockets around the hip area of the coat.
His trousers and shoes hold nothing special about them. His trousers are grey flat-front straight-legged trousers. His shoes are polished black dress shoes with a buckle and pointed ends.
Crew Position: Amateur Gunslinger
Power Type: Cleaning extraordinaire
Personality: Rilr isn’t particularly rowdy when it comes to celebrating and such unless he gets really drunk which –despite working in a bar – happens after he consumes very little. He’s certainly overconfident in his abilities which may lead to a few small explosions after he tried tinkering with his guns and he’s equally as stubborn once he starts he needs to finish his task. When it comes to dealing with people this makes him rather difficult to argue with as he often has a rather cynical outlook on events which can make him difficult to agree with in some cases.
History: Life on the open sea always seemed like a dream didn’t it? For Rilr it seemed like more of a nightmare. His parents ran a tavern on a small island just before the grand line in south blue. He’d seen people who’d come back from the grand line after trying to take the one piece for themselves. It wasn’t a pretty sight. Arms lost, major paranoia, some people came back without their mind. Most people who passed through never came back. The open sea was a harsh place and Rilr wanted nothing to do with it.
The bar his family has was a good enough life for him. It was mostly peaceful – apart from the rowdy drunks on their way to the grand line – and they made enough money to make it by. They saw their fair share of action with the constant flow of bandits – in fact it’s because of that Rilr learnt how to shoot. What better way to keep the rabble in tow than to shoot the bottle of sake out of their hands?
Then there were the marines. Rilr wouldn’t have joined them of his own accord. But what better way to be introduced to the marines than by shooting at one of their officers? It was probably beneficial that the guy was so drunk. You know the kind, womanizing bastards who don’t know when to stop. You could certainly say he was shocked when his bottle of sake burst into shards as he was about to take enough swig and he was told he had enough to drink by some mere bartender. This happened around six years ago when Rilr was merely 26.
Then he received a choice, be locked up for attempted murder of a Marine Officer or serve in his crew. What choice did he have? God knows how long he would have been locked up for so he naturally chose the second option brought up by the officers inebriated condition. The next six years were certainly dull for Rilr. Serving on a low end marine vessel as one of the catering staff meant he had to put up with even more rowdy seafarers than before and this time he couldn’t stop them from drinking too much.
As for life on the open sea, it wasn’t as bad as Rilr though it was. They were hardly ever faced with difficult work on his ship. That was until they positioned them in the grand line. As soon as they got to Reversal Mountain in order to enter the stretch of sea they were attacked by pirates. These weren’t weak like the rest they had fought either. The tales were true that those who came back from the grand line were of a different calibre to the rest.
So he was placed in a difficult situation. He could fight these pirates who were so far decimating his lousy marine comrades or he could grab what he can and flee. It’s rather obvious which option he chose. He grabbed his small sack with his belongings in and jumped into one of the small boats they tended to use for landing. He was sailing for ten or so minutes before the marine ship he was on sank. Now he’s left floating near reversal mountain – who knows who’ll pick him out of the water.
Devil Fruit: N/A
Fruit Type: N/A
Abilities:
Combat oriented: He’s a fine shot to say the least. Who needs cannons when you can just shoot out enemies with your pistol as they prepare to give you a full broadside? He knows how his preferred weapons (Gunpowder based projectile launching weaponry) and can modify them in any number of ways - they didn’t even blow up the last few times either!
Generally: He’s a great cleaner and even a dab hand in the kitchen if it comes to it. As previously mentioned he knows the in and outs of gun well enough to modify them in his favour. He’s also trying to learn how to make his own ammunition too but that doesn’t turn out that well.
Others:
Nothing. Nada. Zilch.
GM
Sableyezer
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9 yrs ago
sorry Oni, i can't accept this. his skills aren't needed with the crew i currently have and he isn't particularly interesting so sorry.
Sableyezer said
sorry Oni, i can't accept this. his skills aren't needed with the crew i currently have and he isn't particularly interesting so sorry.
Eh ok. Maybe I'll rework it at some point and re-app. Just so I don't inevitably make another character who's skills wouldn't be needed what's being looked for? Looking over apps everything was being done so I just went with something general.
phillmyster
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5 yrs ago
We still need an able navigator/ weather man right?
Archmage MC
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23 hrs ago
I thought we had one? I thought someone swapped to navigator? I forget who though. I think it was Crimson?
EDIT: It was ladyonyx04, they swapped to navigator.
EDIT: It was ladyonyx04, they swapped to navigator.
phillmyster
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5 yrs ago
Didn't she say she'd act as navigator until we have one?
EDIT yeah, shes navigator, sry i missed that :(
EDIT yeah, shes navigator, sry i missed that :(
Yuki could probably judge weather, being an elemental type and being an animal.
GM
Sableyezer
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9 yrs ago
phillmyster said
We still need an able navigator/ weather man right?
Natsu (ladyonyx) is our navigator.
phillmyster
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5 yrs ago
Soo, we just need someone to clean the poopdeck? XD
Sableyezer said
no anyone can do that.
*Motions to his paws and then raises an eyebrow questioningly*
Darn it, I was hoping you wouldn't think of that.
phillmyster
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5 yrs ago
So we have
A shipwright
A mechanic
A lookout
A gunner
A captain
A doctor
A cook
A weather guy
A scout
A weaponsmith
right?
A shipwright
A mechanic
A lookout
A gunner
A captain
A doctor
A cook
A weather guy
A scout
A weaponsmith
right?
Archmage MC
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23 hrs ago
Pretty much, though remember that the One Piece crew didn't start out with a bunch of members right off the bat :P.
I don't see whats holding us up besides maybe laziness.
I don't see whats holding us up besides maybe laziness.
CrimsonWarrior55 Grand Master Ninja!!
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8 mos ago
Whelp... if that's true... we have ten. Meaning, this suckers closed.
We should probably get started soon.
We should probably get started soon.
CrimsonWarrior55 Grand Master Ninja!!
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Archmage MC said
Pretty much, though remember that the One Piece crew didn't start out with a bunch of members right off the bat :P.I don't see whats holding us up besides maybe laziness.
Uh... Sable still needs to post his CS. He might be having RL issues. Be a little more patient.
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