Name: Simona Alurgora

Age: 26

Gender: Female

Role: Cook/Scout

Appearance:



Devil fruit:
-Name: Moku Moku no Mi -Smoke Smoke fruit
-Type: Logia
-Ability: allows the user to create, control, and transform into smoke at will.

Personality:

She is a calm person by nature. A dreamer and spacing out. What makes her move to act are usually people who inspired her. She enjoys company of people full of energy and inspired by them she tries to purse her own dreams of seeing the whole world and have a great adventure. She is more of a listener than a talker, but not to a point she would sit in silents in a group of people. Preferring to ask small questions to get other peoples to talk away their stories, to fill in the awkward silence. She likes tasty foods, and even if she wasnt a picky eater as a kid she grow up into someone enjoying a good bite. She enjoys to cook, but isnt too found to have any kitchen help. When it comes to drinking she isnt still too used to alcohol making her quite easily wasted after one glass and be a singing drunk.

Background:

She was born into a royal family. Raised in a carefree environment. Growing up in a pretty calm way, not worrying about much about anything. She would play around and tell stories to her friends. Loving to be a story teller. As a kid she dreamed to become a children book writer.

When she was around in the young teen age she meet pirates for the first time. Being disappointed by a break up of her just as royal boyfriend, she decide in a burst of inspiration(or just brat attitude) to run away, become a pirate and travel the world. Hiding on the pirate ship successfully until the pirate group didnt sail on, discovering her once they were quite away from her home island. She begged to stay with the pirates, promising to help how ever she could. They wanted to leave her behind but were soon attacked by another ship. A battle break out and her adventure started. She felt like it was a dream all the adrenalin from the fighting made her want to become stronger and better. She stayed for a while with that group of pirates, they put her in the kitchen thinking it may be the safest for her.
Some time later she ate a devil fruit, and left the group ready and old enough for her own adventure.
All that time her little pet was giving her comfort and support. Occasionally proving quite usefully.

Name: Angelo Ortega
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Role: gunslinger/cannon user
Appearance:
Personality: carefree and happy not caring where he goes or what he does as long he gets two things: ale, and gold. Angelo is a smooth talker and can get people to instinctively put their trust in him and doesn't go anywhere unless he is armed to the teeth under his trench coat. Even In a horrible situation he will just laugh and smile using his sarcastic comments to keep the tension low regardless.
Background: born in the west blue Angelo was told for a long time that his father was a pirate but he was never told who he was or what was his jolly roger. Even from a young age Angelo had a talent for firearms and weaponry, just about anything that goes boom in all honesty. Angelo trained and trained himself to never miss a shot and to quickly go through multiple guns at once knowing that most only gave him a single shot so he had to use more guns to compensate. He trained and trained and once he felt he was strong enough he believed it was time to go out to sea and put his skills to the true test and become the greatest gunslinger in the world.

Name: Sierra Morningstar

Age: 21

Gender: Female

Role on the ship:Entertainer/Tracker

Weapon: Uses large battle fans and smaller ones that are easily concealed as well as some daggers hidden in her person.

Appearance:

Personality: Acts ladylike or cold around people she doesn't know or are not quite comfortable with. Around people she likes she acts quite mischievous, teasing her friends and making herself innocent in any situation due to excellent acting skills when they play pranks. Has an intense protective streak that tends to appear when her friends are in danger that causes her to become very vicious.

Background: As an orphan Sierra was raised in an all female warrior temple and taught to act ladylike and formal by the priestess in most situations. She was taught to use her fans in the temple for ceremonies worshiping the temple god. The warrior priestesses also taught her how to use them as weaponry and taught her how to use her dagger. She was taught the ways of animals and how to track and identify any creature she could come across, even people. Due to how restless she tended to be, especially when hearing about the wold outside the temple, the priestesses decided to let her find her own way around the world. They prepared her and sent her off with many blessings to find her path in life. She hitched a ride on a ship leaving her island and decided to travel as a wandering entertainer using her fans to dance until she joined the crew.

Name: Los Tiburon, The Shark of the Land

Age: 33

Gender: Male

Role on the ship: Food Procurement Specialist (Fisherman), Cooks assistant.

Weapon/Devil fruit: Sea Wrestling, a style of wrestling similar to Fishman Karate of his own invention.

Appearance: 7ft tall, well muscled and tan. Never wears a shirt, but does wear swim trunks and shoes that can be easily kicked off. Is never seen without his mask, which is stylized to look like a sharks face complete with fin on the top of his head.

Personality: A loud and boisterous man with a passion for the dramatic. The type of man who would never open a door when he could kick it down, and would never consider the door at all if the opportunity to burst through the wall arouse. A complete Face, he would never betray someones trust or use dirty tactics during a fight, but his tenancy to showboat and not end things right away can come back to bite him.

Is not a smart man, but is a passionate man.

Background: Hailing from Lucha Island, somewhere in the archipelago of your heart, the boy who would become Los Tiburon was not the shining example of masculinity he is today. Indeed, he was quite small and scrawny. Looking to become something more than a simple fisherman's son he sought out a great wrestling master that lived on an out of the way cape. The master took pity on this small, sad, scrawny, stupid looking boy and said yes, of course he would train him. His first task was to go out into the shallows and catch fish with his bare hands so as to improve his hand eye coordination. So the boy would go out, day after day catching fish, the master always promising that the next day they would start for real.

This was not true. The old master merely wanted dinner.

He died before he told Los Tiburon this.

Refusing to be deterred, and taking the old mans only lesson to heart, Los Tiburon has been wrestling fish ever since. Many types of fish, and he has grown strong doing so. He has vowed to defeat everything that swims in the ocean, and was in the process of this quest when he suplexed a tiger shark up out of the ocean and onto the deck of the ship before calling for someone to do a count. He's been on the ship ever since.

Abigail Lillian [+]

Name: Abigail Lillian
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Role: Tracker
Appearance:
Personality: Abigail, is above all house, headstrong, and does not like being told what she can, or can't do, and tends to not respect anyone who isn't the same. Being born into the upper classes has instilled in her a seething hatred for politics. She doesn't like games, or treading the fence. Honesty, that's the best policy, and you'll get it from her, want it or not. She's extremely inpatient, and doesn't like wasting time on trivial things. She adores the outdoors, and the wild creatures who call it home. More than any other creature, and this includes humans, she loves the wolves and dogs. She considers Fenris, her large wolf, her closest companion and more important to her than anything with two legs. In the woods she's totally self-sufficient and can survive for an indefinite amount of time. She loves physical activities like hiking, boxing, swimming, sparring, sword fighting, and running.

Abigail is not a fan of the world government, whom she blames more for the current turmoil than the pirates, because its the system that forms men, and pirates are nothing more than men who were shaped to be the way they are.

She's proficient with a variety of weapons, but her favorites are swords, and pistols.
Background: Born to a wealthy merchant family, Abigail spent most of her life shut in while her parents were out seeing the world, under the watchful eyes of maids and nannies who didn't care for her particularly. They weren't bad people, but the times had made caring for such a stubborn child something they couldn't do with a full heart. So after making sure she was cleaned and fed, left her to her own devices, which as time grew by, was spent more and more outside. Early on, the outdoor trips were spent wondering in the woods for an hour or so, but as she grew older she went out further, and stayed out later.
During some point in her childhood she met a group of hunter gathers, camping nearby, and learned a great deal from them. She considered leaving home forever to travel with them, but before she could, while she was away catching fish, there was a fight between marines, and pirates, and the travelers were all killed in the crossfire. After which, she went home, defeated, but not before the need to do something overcame her, and she set out to see the sights, and bend the government to her own will, so such things could never happen again.

Posting the captain.

Name: Nautilus(Not Real Name)

Age: 28(Estimated, he has no idea how old he really is)

Gender: Male

Role on the ship: Fighter

Weapon: Anchor & Chain, fists, and whatever he can throw/carry
Super Serum Slurry: The massive combination of super serums that were injected into Nautilus has turned him into a monster, in terms of strength and appearance. However this has had the adverse effect of screwing with his head, making his memory terrible
The Deep: Whatever it was that stole him away on his ill fated expedition changed him, for better or for worse. He no longer needs to eat or breath and when in times of stress a powerful aura surrounds Nautilus, heralding uncontrollable power that manifests itself in many ways. Unfortunately his sanity is in question and his personality has turned towards melancholic.

Appearance: Not even the man himself remembers what he looks like "under the hood". Nautilus is massive, reaching twelve feet tall and as wide as three men. When his mysterious power activates his eyes glow brightly, a burning orange, and the crevices of his suit begin to glow a pale blue. His great size has caused him to be a little clumsy at times but on the fields of battle he has his own kind of grace, nothing refined but smooth and with purpose.

Personality: Nautilus is a troubled indevidual. His failing memories scare him and when his accursed powers activate he blacks out, having no memories of what had occurred. Above that he will sometimes fall into melancholy moods where he will be far quieter than usual and wish to hide...not an easy feat really given present company and his size. He doesn't talk much but people are frequently seen venting to him, acting as a living stress ball of sorts. Nautilus has a kind heart and will only give violence if met with it first. Finally when it comes to battle, Nautilus faces all opponents with blank face determination and the ferocity of an ocean storm.

Background: Nautilus has always been a... adventurous sort. As a child he would run about and find new things around his town. Rocks, leaves, insects, a cat, and many more. Eventually this curiosity for the unknown left him in the employ of a doctor whose name he cannot remember, as if it has been scrubbed from his mind. The doctor was not the nicest of men however he was no villain, more amoral than anything. Nautilus and the doctor took part in many experiments, most were mundane things like combine these chemicals together or what happens if we put this and that together. However there were many more...exciting experiments going on. It was during on of this more exciting experiments where Nautilus was locked inside his suit. For some reason the Doctor was fascinated by the deep ocean, near to nothing was known about it and everything was new. Unfortunately all tests to go deeper were failures, the pressure was just too powerful. That changed with several developments, a powerful suit and a slurry of body improving serums. The process was agonizing as Nautilus' bones twisted, pulled, and cracked while becoming stronger than steel. His muscles rippled throughout his body, growing huge in both size and strength. In the end he was a behemoth of a man, towering over every person in his little village and he was ready for the suit. On the day of the experiment all went according to plan, until the darkness settled in. Humans have always had a fear of the dark, it is just one of the primal fears that scratch at the back of your head until you leave. Well, this was not dark...it was an absolute absence of light. When something began to tug him deeper Nautilus fell into a panic and thrashed about wildly as something dragged him into the abyss. The chain that held him snapped without any effort.

Nautilus does not remember much. When he awoke his sense of self was shattered, he couldn't see, couldn't hear, couldn't feel... all he could do was walk. And walk he did, for months, years, decades, it didn't matter to him. All that mattered was moving forward, swatting or climbing anything that got in his way. Nautilus decayed a bit under the water, not physically but mentally. With no one but himself to speak to he went insane, at least for awhile but that got boring after awhile and so he stopped. The first time he say light it caused a new fear to well up from within him, the fear of the unknown. The darkness had become what he was familiar to, the light was new and scary. The things it allowed him to see frightened him at first but eventually he saw it as a boon, it was much easier to fight what you could see. It wasn't too long until he surfaced, the giant leaving the water scared many people and as such he was always kept several yards away.

After several months on land he was surprised to find that speech came easy for him and he was able to regain many of his bearings. Soon after, a restlessness set upon him and he volunteered himself out to whoever would take the giant. Surprisingly he found himself a capable warrior and began to carve a name for himself as reliable muscle. Nautilus came to be hired by Abigail's crew due to an...altercation between his employer and Abigail's crew. The captain seemed like a good man, along with the other crew members, and he paid well. His only condition was to not look in the cargo hold. Being just a hire on, Nautilus never questioned it until Simon's ship attacked. The "good" captain was a slave trader and, when Nautilus found out, flew into a rage. Destroying most of the ship in the process. Luckily Abigail and her crew had saved the slaves before the whole thing went under. Nautilus had turned himself in to Abigail but eventually he was allowed to join the crew due to his rejection of the captain and general kindheartedness.

Name: Marc de Ruyter

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Role on the ship: Engineer: Shipwright/blacksmith/maintaince

Abilities and skills: Marc is a great craftsman and engineer. His creativity and out of the box thinking allow his to come up with solutions that are able to fix nearly everything. He has a keen eye for weak spots, which is not only limited to material and structural weaknesses, but also to injuries in persons and openings in defences. His fighting skills are average at best, but he is able to handle himself in a fight. His fighting style is mainly defensive while waiting for an opening. He's also adept at fighting with his tools.

Equipment: Marc's main weapons are a standard issue marine-style cutlass and standard issue flintlock pistol. Other than this he has a tool belt with an assortment of tools, including, but not limited to, hammers, wrenches, saws, nails, chisels, ropes and flask with some rum or beer. He also has a toolbox, with even more tools, but he usually leaves this in his cabin.



Personality: Marc is a nice guy. He's usually in for a chat, especially over a pint of ale. He's clever and creative. He's not one for violence or fighting and prefers to keep his head cool and talk things out. That is, until someone messes with his works, be it the ship or some other project. He's very protective of his friends and ship. He isn't impressed nor fooled easily and likes to figure out how things work. He likes to maintain and improve the ship. In his spare time he likes to read books or drink and play dice or cards.

Background: Marc was born and raised in a small city as the son of a blacksmith and carpenter. His youth was rather normal, without many exciting events and he was taught the skills of blacksmithing and carpeting by his father and mother. At his twelfth he signed up with the marines and gained further training in these disciplines, along with combat training. When he graduated he was given his cutlass and pistol. He expected to work on a ship, but instead he was kept on shore, designing and repairing ships. After complaining about this, he was bullied into staying, the officer threatening to kill his parents. This continued for several years, until he heard his parents died in a bandit raid. Angered because of this loss and the inadequacy of the marines he sabotaged some the ships he was working on, killed the officer, stole a small ship and deserted. He ended up setting up a shipyard for pirates, repairing ships for a fee. Yet the longing for the sea remained. Eventually the ship of Abigail moored in need of repair. Marc was impressed by the quality of the ship. During this time marines raided the shipyard. With the help of Abigail and her crew they fought them off, but the shipyard was destroyed. Without a reason to stay, Marc joined the crew as the shipwright.

Name: Flynn "Black Hand" Chaucer

Age: 29

Gender: Male

Role on the ship: Doctor/Flirt/Thief

Weapon/Devil fruit: He fights with his own body, using Rokushiki. He also uses a couple of black gloves which contain a plate of sea stone each to nullify devil fruits. Rarely he does resort to wield scalpels.

Appearance:

Personality: Flynn is a smooth talker and a shameless liar. He prefers to appear as witty and eloquent, if only because he's an unrepentant skirt-chaser and womanizer. He appears shallow, superficial and hedonistic, and he's only interested in women and money. He however, follows a strict observance of the medical ethic, and he prefers talking and healing than fighting. Flynn's depths are rather blurry and obscure, and he doesn't allow many others to dwell within. If one can break the shell, Flynn is a man full of cynicism and remorse, who paints himself as worse than he really is as some sort of atonement of the many deaths he caused when working as hitman for the World Government. In the rare ocassion he is angry, he isn't one for half measures: He simply is throughout, sudden and unrelenting.

Background: Flynn was one of many street urchins drafted into Cipher Pol in order to become assassins. Halfway through the training, he began harboring his doubts about taking lives. Eventually, his doubts about killing a medic he had been ordered to got the best of him, and so he decided that no matter what crime that man had committed, if he were to spare his life, many others could be saved. He became a dropout and an outlaw, and joined the medic in his travels to keep saving people while evading the rest of the World Government. Eventually, Flynn decided to try his hand at healing people. As it turned out, he had a knack for it. The revelation and the satisfaction of saving people's lives changed him greatly and he began to appreciate the good things of life again (albeit in a selfish womanizer manner). Having heard of a ship with beatiful women pirates, he decided to snuck in to get a peek. He failed epically and was caught by them, but managed to talk the rest of the crew into not beating him to a pulp and let him join the adventure.

Name: Morden Peritorum
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Role: Scholar - the knowledgable one of the crew
Appearance:
Personality: Morden is kind-hearted person to his friends, but to his enemies he is a cold, dark figure. Being a learned person, he hates it if he is disrespected for being young.
Background: Morden was born into a loving family. He was raised by his two parents as an only child. The island which he lived on was renowned for being knowledgeable worldwide. Morden spent hours each day in the local library, being one of the top students at the school. Everything was well. Until the marines came. The island was strategically necessary to take down a crew of pirates. The resistance from the inhabitants was returned with gunfire. Morden's parents died that day. Then the pirates landed, the island becoming a battlefield. Morden's parents died trying to keep peace. As Morden ran, he stumbled into a strange fruit. It called to him, compelling him to eat it. The taste was disgusting, but Morden felt different. He looked around, as he was surrounded by marines. He shouldn't have dawdled over the fruit. As he thought death was near, beams of light erupted from his body, knocking the marines to the ground. He knew what he had eaten - a devil fruit. He took the opportunity to run, until he got to the shore. Just his luck, a simple rowing boat was there. Off to a new adventure, he thought, and rowed away from the island, leaving everything behind.

Skills/Abilities: Sutā-Sutā no mi. Paramecia-class devil fruit that allows the user to shoot beams of star light from their body. As of now, he unable to control it too well, except when he is in danger.
High Intellect. Cleverer than your average person :3

Other: He is a vegetarian :3

Name: Light

Age: 24

Gender: female

Role on the ship: Assassin/ (Do you want me to fill in any other roles?)

Weapon/Devil fruit: Regen Regen fruit
Regeneration: This fruit allows Light to regenerate any part of her body or even regenerate from non-atomized states. She will also regenerate from supernatural afflictions such as losing her shadow, being turned into stone, ext... but those take more time. Light feels all the pain an injury would cause and this pain can knock her out if its too great.
Adaption: After being attacked and regenerating, Light will gain a temporary resistance to whatever she regenerated from proportionate to how much of her body she needed to regenerate. If she regenerates from the same attack enough times she can eventually become immune to that type of attack. Effect disappears after an hour of not being hit by that type of attack.
Siphon: Light passively absorbs energy from nearby objects she is touching to fuel her regeneration. This affect is more pronounced the more damaged Light is.

Appearance: Light is a 1.6m tall angelfish fishwoman with pure white skin, an overly large rounded head, slender humanoid frame, pencil neck, large forearms/hands, and pointed legs instead of feet. She has large black and orange eyes, no nose, aquatic ears, and light blue 'hair'. She has a broad chest and wears a white dress with blue trim and an M cut in the front revealing her legs and wears a blue top. Her arms flow from her skinny biceps to her large hands in a very fluid manner, with her 4 fingers ending in sharp points while her legs end in the same sharp points instead of Light having feet.

Personality: Light is a fun loving carefree individual who values freedom. She has a poor grasp on dangerous situations due to her regeneration ability but is very intelligent otherwise. She can't stand seeing people being oppressed or having their freedom taken away.

Background: Being unnaturally pretty for a fishwoman, Light had a hard childhood due to living outside the grand line. When she was older, Light did some traveling around nearby islands until one day she joined the crew while having troubles with some unruly characters harassing her.

Name: Balthier D. Sydney

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Role on the ship: Anything that needs done.

Appearance:

He is rather tall at 6'5" and his eyes are a dark red.
Outside of combat he wears a black trench coat (usualy open) with a button-down maroon shirt and white pants. (He removes the coat during combat because he likes it and doesn't want it ruined.)

Weapon/Devil fruit: A sword in one hand and a revolver in the other. He fights with a mixed marial arts, using kicks, elbows, knees, cuts from the sword, blows from the heavy pistol, and shots from the pistol.
Devil fruit-
Name: None (for now hehehe...)
Type:
Ability:

Personality: He has a easy-going personaliy, and he is hard working. Generaly speaking he has a good sence of humor, but he also has a mild temper. He can be more than a little arrogant and stubborn, he defiantly doesn't take orders very well. He is a thrill-seeker and has a lust for adventure that is without equal. He loves to live life on the edge, which can resault in him diving head-first into ridiculously dangerous situations without a second thought and a smile on his face. In combat, he seems to go a little crazy and can often be heard laughing like a maniac.

Background: Born to a somewhat well-to-do family, Balthier was well educated from a young age. His life was normal until he was 13. On the eve of his birth day, his town was attacked by pirates and his family disappeared, he got separated from them in the chaos, and when he went back, he could find no sign of them. He was on the streets until he met a man who took him in. The man's name was Alzac, and he was a retired Marine Vice-Admiral. Dispite this, Alzac was a wise and kindly man. As a Marine Vice-Admiral he was scoffed at for being merciful. He didn't condone all pirates, just the criminal ones. Many mistook this for weakness, they would be dead wrong, he was a master swordsman and an exelant navigator; he taught Balthier how to fight and how to sail. Unfortunately, he died two years later from simple age. Balthier mourned him, but he understood that he wouldn't want him to wallow in grief. So, a month later, he gathered supplies and set out on the sea as a cabin boy on a mercant vessal. The captian of that ship was a cruel and uncaring man. Many long voyages were spent under the lash with little food and water to maximize cargo space. During a particularly bad storm, the captain drove them mercilessly, finaly the crew snapped and Baltier ended up leading a mutiny. It succeeded, and Balthier, dispite his young age, became captain of the Black Dragon Pirates. A very sucessful carrier as a pirate followed, during which he eventualy earned a bounty of 39,999,999 berries for piracy, sinking multiple Marine warships, sacking two towns, destroying a Marine base, burglarizing a Marine Captain's house, and shaving a Marine Captain's prize showdog. But then, after seven years of piracy, when he is 22, a rebellious subordinate wanted the money and fame, so he lead a mutainy of his own, marooning Balthier on an island. He is found and rescued by this pirate crew.