Seizure: He shocks people with Electro through their head, sending electricity coursing through their brain and knocking them unconscious for a while.

Dirk was born into slavery. It has been his whole life, and indeed his parent's lives too, and so in a way, it shaped his being before he was even born. Whilst his parents were kind enough, and their master not needlessly cruel, there was rarely time for Dirk to interact with his family growing up between the demands brought upon them and the dressing of wounds granted to them as the punishment for failure, and so he found himself cherishing every moment he had with them even as the lack thereof affected his development, especially once a baby sister was born to them five years after his own birth. By the age of seven, he was considered old enough to start working alongside the few other child slaves in his master's employ... and yet, for some reason, he was never put to work in this manner. Indeed, whenever he tried to join his fellows, the guards in his owner's employ deliberately stopped him from doing so, citing that he had another purpose than whatever the other slaves did; this, combined with later events, shaped a personal belief that he was in some way divinely blessed, and that he was intended to fulfill some great task that only he was capable of.

In fact, the "purpose" the guards spoke of was something else entirely. At the age of eight, he was abruptly wrenched from his family's arms, screaming and crying the whole time, and sold off to a new master, who he would later learn was the head of a noble family, and a moderately high-level official in the World Government - nothing like one of the fabled Celestial Dragons, but as horrifically callous as them nonetheless, and certainly far more awful than his previous master, particularly in combination with the spiteful actions of many of the man's other family members whenever they laid eyes upon him, though Dirk knew not the reason for their particular disgust of him. He was isolated from others for days at a time, subjected to brutal treatments intended to shape him in ways that would make him absolutely subservient to his "divine father", and for the slightest deviation from protocol- generally in the form of yet another attempt to hide from his captors and escape the horrors he was subjected to- he would be placed into an arena with an expert in the Six Styles, whom Dirk only ever knew as "The Battler". The Battler would promptly injure Dirk in a myriad of ways, generally leaving him unconscious or even near the point of death, before some other slave was dragged in and, through means Dirk remains unsure of to this day, forced to somehow grow out and use her own flesh to seamlessly knit together his, leaving it as unmarked as the day he was born. Naturally, this was a far more traumatic period in his life than his early childhood had been, and the brainwashing he was put through was instrumental in warping his mind to its current state.

The intended result, however, was not achieved. When he was twenty two, Dirk was called into his owner's bedchambers, and told that his true purpose was to act as a pleasure slave for the government official, having supposedly been moulded to possess a boyish, yet feminine charm about his person, both in physique and in mannerisms, or so the man claimed. Being uneducated in the ways of any sort of sexuality, Dirk wasn't actually sure what any of that meant; it became far more clear when the patriarch ordered Dirk to strip and get on the bed, and clearer still when he attempted to strip the boy himself after a confused refusal to comply. Dirk fought back with poor bastardisations of the very techniques he had been subjected by the Battler to over the years, and though they were ineffective by comparison, they did enough to knock his owner down upon one of his own fallen gold ornaments, cracking the official's skull open, and promptly causing him to expire.

At first, Dirk was ecstatic about this turn of events. Finally, he was free to do as he would! Or so he thought, until it occurred to him that maybe ownership would just pass on to the patriarch's next of kin, and that given how spiteful they were to him usually, they might well just have him murdered for this turn of events. And that wouldn't do. He had a Divine Purpose to fulfill, after all. With this in mind, Dirk fled the room, finding his way through the halls of the building, and for the first time managed to do so almost seamlessly, his escape aided by the capacity for stealth he had unwittingly honed over countless escape attempts, as well as a coincidental ruckus on the other side of the building caused by the Battler over a sudden loss of employment now that Dirk was "fully trained".

The ex-slave's pathfinding skills were not so well-honed, though, and after a series of bad turns, he found himself trapped, hiding in a room near his ex-master's son and a travelling merchant, selling a strange spiral-covered fruit, bright yellow-grey and shaped like a strangely-conical strawberry, that supposedly granted its consumer incredible power, but spoke to Dirk specifically of extreme wealth: previously the son's, now the merchant's, and, if Dirk could snatch the fruit and sell it on himself, soon to be his. The purchase was concluded, and the buyer foolishly declined to eat the fruit immediately, instead taking it to a nearby kitchen and leaving it covered up for later consumption. Dirk tailed him from the shadows, squirreled away the fruit and a sharp kitchen knife at his first opportunity to do so without being caught, and tried once again to find his way out.

This time, he succeeded. He soon found himself outside his owner's mansion for the first time in fourteen years, and made his way to the island’s nearby capital with nothing more than rags on his back, a comparatively pitiful weapon in his hands, and a seemingly-priceless Devil Fruit hidden within his clothing; luck led him to a nearby clothing store, and the owner, after figuring out roughly what Dirk's story was, commiserated with him about his past and the heedless ruin that the World Government brought to those like Dirk, before giving him free pick of a few items in his store, plus the advice that perhaps the Devil Fruit in his possession shouldn't be shown off freely, and that maybe he should leave the island as soon as possible if he wanted to continue enjoying his stint as a free man.

And so he stowed away on a ship leaving the island, and was promptly discovered and dropped off at the very next island they landed at. Seeing a need to escape further, Dirk stowed away on a second ship that happened to be leaving at the same time. As it happened, this was the Rum Runner, of the Red Rum Pirates; as it further happened, this same ship was promptly attacked by a force of Marines, who had supposedly received a tipoff about an "escaped criminal" aboard. Shortly after that fight was ended in the pirates' favour, Dirk was discovered by the crew, and asked to explain why he was on the ship by the captain.

Naturally, having told his story, the others promptly decided to head to Yuushuu Island to end the cruelty going on there, despite Dirk's pleas for them to do otherwise. After figuring out exactly how the local nobility were using its inhabitants as what amounted to a giant, generations-long money-laundering operation, the Red Rum Pirates managed to convince its inhabitants to revolt, to stop giving their hard-earned wealth to the rich bastards at the top of the pile and instead to overthrow them, and stayed on the island just long enough to ensure that practically every single civilian was involved in this full-blown rebellion.

After that, Dirk took up roles on the ship as they were needed. The ship needed somebody to steer whilst the navigator managed the compasses and log poses, so Dirk took on the role of helmsman; the crew needed somebody to scout out threats to them a few times, and it happened that Dirk's innate stealth was perfect for this job, despite his suggestions to the contrary; and when it came to the occasional need to steal, Dirk had already had the idea of selling his unknown Devil Fruit to somebody, then taking it back discreetly before it could be eaten. The Red Rum Pirates performed this last procedure repeatedly with the nobles on various islands they traversed, suggesting that the Devil Fruit would fail to work unless they kept it refridgerated for at least twenty four hours before consumption in order to give Dirk time to snatch it away. As they enter the Grand Line, however, Dirk's insistence that he is a master martial artist could spell his doom if he does not truly master his martial art... or maybe it won't, who knows.

A pirate’s life for me! A PIRATE'S LIFE, PROPRO. A PIRATES LIF

History: Cedric Daniel Boone grew up on a small island in South Blue. It was there that his father, Griswold Boone, taught him the skills of a sailor. He learned how to tie knots, catch fish, swim, raise/lower sails and many other necessary boating abilities. He was a dark haired, bearded man with broad shoulders and strong girth. Unfortunately for Cedric and his gentle mother, Griswold was a raging alcoholic.

His whole life Griswold had searched for a great treasure that alluded him. Griswold had spent his youth and entire fortune searching for it across the Four Blues. During a particularly dreadful storm, he embarked off his ship, onto his rowboat, trying to save a comrade from drowning. As he rowed out a Sea King attacked his ship and destroyed it along with the rest of his crew. When he turned back the man he went to save was nowhere to be seen. After the storm passed, he found himself on an island in the middle of South Blue. It was there Griswold tried to rebuild his shattered life and claim some sense of normality.

10 years later... While sober, Griswold, gave off a teachable and kind spirit towards his family and others. He was exactly like the man known for his bravery and cheerful attitude during his adventures across the seas. It is what Cedric's mother, Adeline, fell in love with. However, Griswold never let the past go and the deaths of his crew along with the wasted years, haunted him at night. He turned to the bottle in desperation, rather than seeking help from his wife and other kind souls on the island. It turned him into something he was not.

While Griswold was under the influence, he berated his family with an occasional beating thrown in now and again for good measure. Cedric's mother, Adeline, would never speak badly of her husband and taught Cedric the value of love and forgiveness. She would always remember the times "Gris" as she affectionately called him, gave her flowers and took her out on his boat to watch the sunset. Though Cedric constantly forgave Griswold for his abuse, he did not get healing for the deep wounds his two-faced father inflicted upon him. He even took to sneaking drinks from him when he wasn't around and consolidated in his childhood friend Elizabeth. She had ambitions to become the head mid-wife of the island to help deliver children safely into their parent's arms. She was a brunette with piercing brown eyes and a very strong will. They spent many afternoons together away from the chaos that was Cedric's father.

Some time after his father began spiraling into full blown alcoholism , Cedric went out fishing with him on their boat. The weather wasn't particularly good for fishing. There were many dark clouds about which threatened rain. His dad did not heed his warning and took them out regardless. While out, Cedric smelled alcohol under his dad's breath. He knew it would not bode well for them..As the clouds started to pour rain and the sky became darker and darker; Cedric urged his dad to turn back before they were lost at sea. Pulling a bottle from the bait case, Griswold took a long swig and hit Cedric with it. Blood streamed down his head from the blow. Griswold told him they weren't going anywhere and they would be with his crew soon enough. Terrified, Cedric watched helplessly as the storm approached and took their boat on a wild ride. The winds howled, while the waves tossed them too and fro. His Dad was surprisingly calm during the whole ordeal. Cedric knew that if they did not row back towards shore they would perish from the storm. Griswold would kill them both for his own sick satisfaction.

The man turned towards the sea with outstretched arms and yelled for it to take them both. Tears mixed with rain and blood ran down Cedric's face. Great sadness, anger and fear moved the forsaken son to grab hold of one of the oars and with both hands raised it up. Just as Griswold turned back, Cedric brought the oar across his head with all the strength he muster. There was a dull thud and a grunt. Cedric watched in fear and amazement as Griswold disappeared into the raging waters. He looked on, dumbfounded, for some time. Brought to his senses by the noise, he took the oars and rowed with all his might. He had to escape, he had to get out of there. He fought against the raging seas for hours. Afterward, he collapsed from exhaustion, but lo and behold, the storm had subsided! He was free from his father, but would he be considered a murderer for what he did? He shook at the thought.

In the aftermath of the storm, Cedric managed to row home and meet his mother. She was distraught by the news. Cedric had told her Griswold was lost at sea. He felt guilty but did not want anyone to know what he did. Especially his mom. Unremarkably, things improved after Griswold's demise. Cedric swore he would never become an alcoholic like his father. He spent more time with Elizabeth and became very close with her. She would oftentimes, talk about the future they could have together. She would list names she liked, and asked Cedric what he thought very frequently. Cedric thought one day at a time and considered her far-off sight to be silly and distracting from the here and now. Though her company helped him keep his mind off of his lost father and he was fond of her. Though, not in the same way. His mother seemed take pleasure in watching the two enjoy one an others company. There seemed to be a fire that was rekindled his mother's eyes. They were some of the best times of Cedric's life.

At the age of 16 a passing merchant vessel came by. Cedric decided it was time for him to go off on his own adventures and maybe find the treasure his father had spent his whole life seeking. Adeline was saddened by the news, but realized she could not keep her son in that place. He was made for greatness and she gave him her blessing. Elizabeth was very upset and tried to convince him to stay. She begged and pleaded, worried that she would lose her only friend that truly understood her. Cedric reassured her that he would be back. He needed to head out into the seas. There he would learn how to be a man. Bidding farewell, he took off into the great blue.

Cedric became a sailor to various ships and vessels over the next 9 years. He learned the finer art of navigation from excellent teachers. They said he had a natural compass inside him, a 'gift'. He didn't understand the reasoning behind it, but utilized it very well. He liked his work, but he did not get the extreme adventures he had imagined in his head as a child and as his father had once told him. Every few years he would return home. On one occasion his mother greeted him warmly and told him of the goings on of the island. Including Elizabeth taking over the position of head midwife at a very young age. Her predecessor had become very sick and was on the verge of death. Elizabeth embraced Cedric and was ecstatic that he had returned. She had become quite a stunning woman. Her eyes seems to pierce Cedric into his soul and she had a tall stately look about her. Cedric had grown as well. No longer a boy, but a strong tough, but still kind-hearted man. Despite telling her he was only visiting for a short while, she acted as if she hadn't heard him. She went on about how their life would like now that he had had his adventures and she was head mid-wife. Everything would be perfectly in order from now on. Cedric once again, informed her that he was not staying. She became visibly upset and cried on his arm for some time until Cedric was at the point of embarrassment. She wanted to know why he continued to avoid her feelings. He responded that he did not feel the same way about her. She was like an old family friend. Cedric was not ready to settle down. She was greatly distraught over this news, but she quickly regained her composure. If that was the way he felt, she would respect his decision. It was quite something how quickly she could change her demeanor from sad to composed. He left home with a wave and promised to bring great riches the next time he returned and make the whole island rich. The townsfolk laughed in unison. Cedric had become something like a folk town hero. Bringing new trading vessels and more wealth to the people of their island. Elizabeth looked on quietly and as Cedric waved one last time before departure, cried to herself.

During one of his stays at a mercantile port, he met the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. Her eyes were the brightest green and her long, auburn hair flowed behind her gracefully as she walked. She was a petite but fiery woman. She was a spinster in a weaving shop. Boone knew he couldn't live another hour without her and tried courting her..to humorous results. Despite his awkwardness and tough guy act, she eventually warmed up to him and revealed her name, Amber. Over time, he sent many gifts to her with his extra funds acquired on his travels. He eventually proposed to her at the port after months of courtship and she gleefully accepted.

Afterward, they traveled to Cedric's home island. As promised, but not as expected, Cedric had brought "great riches", the beauty Amber. He introduced her to his mother, Adeline. She was happy for them and took a liking to her immediately. Elizabeth was very surprised, but maintained a polite demeanor around them both. When Cedric was along she would visit with him and explain to him he was making a mistake. Amber was shallow and didn't have the body type to rear children. However, Elizabeth said she was very capable. Cedric rebuffed her attempts at seducing him and demanded an apology. She quickly did and lowered her head submissively. Cedric, being the forgiving man he was, accepted her apology. They moved on like it never happened...

Within a few days, Cedric and Amber were married in the sight of the whole island at the respective ages of 27 and 25. They enjoyed blissful years of marriage on the island. During this period his mother passed away in a strange illness that had recently taken hold of certain individuals of the island. It happened slowly, but eventually ended in her death. Cedric was extremely sorrowful that he'd never gotten to tell her the truth of what happened to his father. He confided in Amber and she comforted him in the wake of his mother's death. Elizabeth mostly kept to herself and took care of the pregnant women of the island. She was applauded for her skillful work. She could easily make much more money in bigger towns and cities of South Blue, but remained with them regardless. She would greet the couple whenever she saw them and remained very polite. Cedric was distant to her, but Amber reminded him of the good things she was doing for the town and how he had confided in her when he needed someone most.

One day, Amber informed Cedric she was pregnant. Though hesitant at first, but due to Amber's insistence, they asked Elizabeth if she would take care of Amber for the duration of the pregnancy. She was the head mid-wife after all. She happily accepted and the couple became good friends with Elizabeth for the first few months of the pregnancy. Cedric was so excited he decided to set off on a voyage in order to make more belli to provide for his growing family. But not before he took Elizabeth aside and asked her to look out for Amber with her life. Elizabeth promised she wouldn't let anything happen to her. With Amber's blessing he left the island at the age of 29. He was gone for a period of 4 months due to storm complications. By the time he returned, Elizabeth sorrowfully informed him that Amber had died along with the child due to complications in birth a few days prior. He demanded to see their graves. She took them to their graves on a hill by his mother's old house. They were buried right next to her and a placeholder for his father. There he spent the next week in grief, weeping bitterly. The townsfolk tried to comfort him, but he was inconsolable. He began to drink excessively to numb the pain. Finally, Elizabeth came and wrapped her arms around his neck in tears. She said she was so sorry for his losses and that she would be there for him if ever he needed her. He thanked her for her kind words and accepted her condolences. However, it was too soon to start afresh. The loss was too close to his heart. He had to leave and find a purpose, wherever or whatever that might be.

Cedric went back to his job as a navigator to merchant ships. His drinking problem was increasingly exacerbated by the long days at sea. He couldn't get past the pain of his losses and drowned his sorrows in the bottle. When he had drunk enough, he would forget, for a time. He sailed almost purposeless for some time. Until that fateful day Gol D. Roger was executed, but not before issuing the infamous line about the One Piece. After Cedric heard the news in the paper, he realized what he wanted to do with the rest of his life. He wanted to be an honorable pirate who looked out for the downtrodden and helped them fulfill their dreams. He would lift them up rather then beat them down. He would be everything his father was not. This would be true, except for his excessive drinking.

More years went by. He became stronger and more adventurous every day. Joining a pirate crew, Cedric had acquired a powerful blunderbuss and was and excellent shot with it to boot. It cost him and arm and a leg but he was able to have it custom build with specialized ammunition. He changed his wardrobe as well, going for flashy eye-popping colors to bring some energy onto the scene. He still struggled with his addiction, but among other pirates, it was easier to hide it.

Growing up on a small, little known island in South Blue to Iman and Callie Merrycure, Lilliana came into the world of a happy couple and community both. Her childhood was spent playing with the children of the village, and shadowing her parents when she wasn't, her curiosity driving her ever forwards. Both parents, wanting a bit of a stake in what she did later in life, taught her some of their craft, but it was her mother's that intrigued her most. She loved tinkering, she loved science and technology, finding the toys and inventions her mom made for her and the village absolutely fascinating even at a young age.

She was building her own little devices by the age of 7, and so her mother took her into her shop and taught her traditionally. However, when she wasn't in the shop she was out in the morning playing with kids on the beach. On one unfortunate day her friends and her were swimming and she went a bit too far out. While she did eventually manage to get back to shore, her friends had pulled back to the edge of the forest where the sand ended...and had brought her shoes with them. As a result, the sands of their island—ever littered with metal particulate—seared her feet as she ran to them, getting in her toes. They didn't heal for several weeks, and they only did because of the expertise of her father, who was the village doctor.

She never forgot that terrible burning feeling of sand in her toes and on her feet...and she likely never would.

The next year, at 8, she and her friends ventured into the island's rainforest and explored some of its caves. Being a curious little adventurer, Lilliana made her way deeper than all of her friends, and despite them telling her to come back, she kept on, eventually falling down a hole and landing in a huge chamber oddly filled with blue unnatural light. She wandered through, a little scared, but more curious than anything—her eyes filled with wonder as she looked upon the strange silver tree-lookin' thingies before her. She placed a hand on the trunk of one and found it only faintly warm to the touch. Looking up at it she had wondered what it was.

Then, having heard something fall nearby, she ran in that direction to investigate. What she found was a large seed-shaped metallic object about the size of her two balled fists put together. Kneeling down cautiously, her curiosity overtaking her, she reached out and touched it. Nothing happened. Frowning a bit, hse picked it up and decided to take it back with her. Having brought a backpack, she put it in there and then looked for a way out. She never found it and many hours passed, resulting in her crying herself to sleep, so scared was she that she'd never be found.

When she woke up however, she was out of the cave. She felt different, weird, but wasn't sure why so grateful was she to be out. Running home she was only notified of what had changed when her mother brought her hands over her mouth in shock. Something had attached itself to her neck, shoulders and back...something metallic, and the seed-like object was gone. The next few days were spent trying to remove it, but to no avail, it was integrated too deeply with her body for that.

After some time she found that the thing was helpful, every so often picking things up for her, or forming an arm to catch her when she tripped and fell. She started testing it, trying to make it do things willfully and eventually she succeeded and it became more active and more useful. After two or so years she could use it in her tinkering and sometimes it would help her without her consciously wishing it. She took to calling the creature B-MO as a nickname for what her parents had titled it.

While they had asked her where to find it, and she'd tried to show them, they could never find that cave again...strangely enough.

As Lilliana grew up, becoming an adolescent, she found that her wish to explore and to create only grew and with B-MO on her, most of the people in the village didn't have any interest in...well, her. That or they only had interest in B-MO, which just wasn't acceptable to the teenage girl that she was. She grew frustrated with her small town life, craving adventure.

Worrying after her, her mother decided to show Lily something special, and so took her out to a part of the village she'd never been to. The power plant. A marvel of science, the power plant was like nothing she'd ever seen before. So many moving parts, and it generated power for the entire island. It amazed her. Wondering who had made it, she asked, and lo and behold her mom said “A man named Vegapunk.” Wowed, Lily, in the ensuing days, became obsessed with reading anything she could about the man.

There wasn't much about him, but there was plenty about his inventions and scientific prowess. Her obsession grew into a nerdy little crush, and that crush fed into her want for adventure. So it was that on her 15th birthday she told her mother she wanted to sail the seas. Not terribly surprised, her mom told her that she was to learn medicine from her father first. It took a few days but Lily finally gave in and accepted. Thus the next five years were spent training with her father to learn the medical and biological sciences. After that...it was merely a question of how she would go to sea.

She'd soon find out.

B.M.O: Short for Biological Metallic Organism, this creature typically takes the form of a metal/crystalline feather-like scarf around Lilliana's neck and shoulders. The reality is it is an organism that grows deep deep inland of the island she grew up on, and that attached itself to her early in life. As a result the organism has grown into and onto her body, integrating itself into her biological make-up in a symbiotic relationship. As a result, Lilliana's body has been hybridized, making her more physically strong by reinforcing muscle and bone with the strange organism's own material. The creature has few real needs, though it does require to occasionally ingest iron or other materials that would usually be toxic in large quantities. As a result, she is essentially immune to food poisoning, and especially mercury.

The B.M.O, due to connecting directly to her spinal column and brain, basically affords her both a defense and offensive tool, not to mention a pair of limbs she can willfully control. The B.M.O will generally remain complacent to her whims unless it senses that she is in great danger, in which case it will consume a great amount of stored metallic resources in her body, and then form or spherical metal cocoon to defend her. It can also defend her from strikes on its own while she works.

The B.M.O has two states and three forms at current time. It can be a liquid metal—though not hot—or it can be solid, making it resistant even to things such as bullets, swords, or blunt weapons. As to its forms, it can generally become a protective sphere, wings, or it can morph into several pairs of thin spindly arms, with fingers just as spindly. Combinations of these forms are possible, but she's not as good at controlling them. The arms are far stronger than she is.

Lastly it should be noted that while she can't make it take on much else at the moment in terms of forms, that she can have it “melt” into a viscous liquid-like state where she can guide it, and then will it to solidify.

Medical Supplies: This is a bag containing supplies for treating the wounded. Bandages, sewing tools for knitting flesh. Scalpels, ointments, pain killers, that sort of thing. This bag is very orderly.

Tinkering Supplies: Full of various unique materials, and random metal scraps, used for tinkering. She doesn't always carry this. This bag is not orderly, but she tends to know where things are.

Advanced Compass: Works on islands, but does not tell you where other islands are. The Compass adjusts to the local area via a series of advanced dials and the like, allowing the user to tell certain directions, but little else. This mostly prevents going in circles

Multi-tool: Welding, cutting, etc. She uses it for tinkering and measuring. It was a gift from her grandmother.

Locket: A gift from her mother. It holds immense sentimental value. A strange symbol on the outside, a picture of her mom and dad on the inside, and a strange mechanism she hasn't noticed nor figured out yet.

Caesar Inu:

Feya never quite had a connection with animals. She never had a pet or close relations to an animal. If she did have an interaction, it was mainly with wild-life creatures during some nature hikes or dangerous trials. Most of the animals she has seen were not tamed.

Feya doesn't technically know what a mink is, but she could only guess the characteristics of the animal are applied. She was hoping for an energetic pup but was disappointed to find Caesar to be lazy. Nothing more than Feya dislikes is people leading toward a sedimentary lifestyle. Also, the dude farts frequently.

Dirk Messir:

Dirk honestly creeps Feya out. She wasn't sure what to expect from him. The first interaction they had did not entirely go well. The pale male made an offensive remark about Feya's skin. This only sparked a number of back-lash remarks and nearly ended in a fight. Feya still found the individual to be odd.

She did spend some time diagnosing him discreetly. The woman was more specialized in physical health, but even her expertise could tell he was suffering from something. All the symptoms pointed to schizophrenia. Feya understood Dirk's abnormal behaviors and actions. After finding out, she decided to roll along with whatever weird thing he does. Though she is not too afraid to scowl him when things go over the line. She does recognize that he must have terrible history given his mentality. Feya does find common ground with them both having pale skin conditions.

Bonesword:

Feya can’t find the right words to describe her friendship with the skeleton kid. Her interactions or expressions are mostly confusion. Bonesword is a complexing concept to understand. His entire existence conflicts with Feya’s study. The guy has no muscles!

Her obsession with fitness is lost for a person who doesn’t have any muscle mass. She can’t help but stare a few times. Feya can’t help but think the kid is crying internally from muscle envy. This had pretty much struck a resolve on her.

Given the kid has no muscles, she bickers and nags at him the most. This usually consists if he completed his workout regimes. She also prescribed him to drink a gallon of milk a day. Flint was mostly bones and he was the most likely of the crew to receive osteoporosis from loss of tissue or even a deficiency of vitamin D.

Though they are still on the same level, Feya can’t help but feel weird when Bonesword drinks alcohol. It doesn’t sit right with her. Out of everyone, she feels he should be the last person to have alcohol.

One strange encounter that Feya had with Bonesword was that she accidentally walked in on him having a tea party with his sword. Silence had filled the room and Feya erupted into nervous laughter. She wasn’t sure how to respond and thought a comedic response was appropriate. It was really awkward after it took her a whole two minutes to stop and close the door. (A good exercise for her diaphragm though.)

Slick Drake:

Feya tends to keep a close relationship with Slick given his position the crew ship. She is determined to keep up with her diet. The woman usually always mentions the food pyramid even though Slick has heard it many times. He practically has learned about the necessary servings despite never wanting to have that knowledge in the first place.

Thanks to Feya, he now knows that people should have 4 servings of fruit each day, 3 servings of vegetables, 6 servings of grains, and other mumbo jumbos. The woman does tend to eat an excessive amount in the chef’s perspective, but she is just trying to reach her daily goal of 1,600 calories.

Feya acknowledges the mental disorder that Slick does suffer from. She does find some of her protein powder occasionally missing. The woman doesn’t confront Slick directly about it. As a doctor, she knows the chef can’t help his urges. Feya simply goes to his room, knocks down the door off of his hinges, looks around, and grabs her supplements without a word. There might be a slight sense of spite during her actions, but she does try to keep that hidden.

Overall, she does her best to communicate with Slick. She doesn’t push the man with workouts or fitness. Her rambling about food servings and caloric advantages are enough. His demeanor is relaxing.

Mizushima Isuza:

Feya cannot help but appreciate Isuza’s company now and then. Her demeanor and mannerisms differentiate from the rest of the crew. She is less noisy than the other crewmates; however, Feya does realize this is due to her lack of social skills. It doesn’t bother Feya in the slightest. The fitness physician does try to demonstrate that she is someone Isuza can comfortably talk to.

Feya does want Isuza to have more confidence; with little effort, she may put Isuza on the spot during some situations. This is usually so the other crew mate’s can hear her ideas and/or opinions. It can be difficult talking over people and Feya knows this exactly well.

Feya respects Isuza’s compassion for others. Her general honesty is a characteristic that Feya appreciates in an equal. More importantly, the resolve and dedication in Isuza command a great deal of respect from Feya. The woman can only see herself in the fisher girl. The willingness to complete a goal deserves a salute.

There is a hint of jealousy from Fitness Feya. She is fixated on training her body through ridiculous methods and has gone through enormous punishment to reach her current state. Isuza is gifted in strength as Feya due to her fisherman heritage. It does put pressure on Feya as she compares herself to Isuza. It’s odd too comparing the height sizes on Feya and Isuza.

She noticed Isuza loves swimming competitions. Feya usually instigates these matches from time to time. It would be a huge milestone if she could outswim a fisherman. No matter her strength, Isuza is a talented swimmer. Feya is always a few seconds behind. Feya hides her true motives and relies on the charade that it’s simply a game. But she does truly want to win. The score is currently 0-24. Despite the score, Feya does want to beat her once, just once.

The woman has been planning to curse herself with a Devil Fruit in the future as a testament to becoming stronger. Feya recognizes that she will be strong enough to partake in a Devil Fruit when she is able to swim faster than Isuza.

Cedric Daniel Boone:

Feya’s first few weeks as a crew member on the Red Rum Pirates was uncomfortable. Everything conflicted with her choices of fitness and resolve. Alcohol in excessive amounts was hazardous to the body system. She wondered how she could be part of the crew.

Though after many interactions, she learned how to cope with it. Many of the crew members did have their quirks but they all meant well. Feya appreciated the help back then and knew she was on a ship filled with morally sound individuals. They did have a few unhealthy habits, but as a fitness physician, she could help break those limits.

Feya is concerned about the captain’s drinking. She imagined that she would never be in a condition to follow a man who excessively drinks, but it was the man’s kindness for others that made her stay. Cedric’s concern for his subordinates’ dreams is an exceptional quality that Feya holds in high regards.

The drinking is an issue that Feya does address a lot. Usually, she will knock the captain, on the noggin if he is drunk or nearing intoxication. His age mixed with drinking is not recommended. And she does try to encourage fitness on the ship to fix his beer belly issue.

Cedric’s age and compassion for others do remind Feya of someone from her past. She believes this is also another reason she decided to stay with the Red Rum Pirates. It could be a sign of things and why she constantly tries to watch over Cedric’s health.

Feya reminds herself that Cedric is the captain. Her conceitedness has given her a superiority complex. She has a difficult time to follow commands at times, but after a bit of meditating, she does come back to her senses. It is challenging to hold someone above her after much time of fending for herself and acting independently. Pirate crew wasn’t what she predicted in her life.

Though she does try to ensure Cedric that she cares of the crew’s physical health and his included, in an uninformed manner.

Lilliana Merrycure:

Feya finds Lilliana’s entire persona cute. There is a lot of spunk in most of her actions. Her motherly nature towards other crew members is comforting to witness. Feya can see her heartening nature as she does take elation in supporting others. The concern for others was a characteristic similar to Feya.

More importantly, Lilliana is established to medically help those in need. Though different in branches of study, Lilliana and Feya are both doctors. This motivated the fitness physician to converse with the scientist during more occasions. Lilliana might be the only person who understood Feya’s vocabulary about myology and kinesiology. The machine fetish was weird, but it was basically Feya’s passion for fitness.

Though Lilliana is motherly to the crew, Feya’s feelings are different. From her shortness and smaller physique, Feya began to think of Lilliana more of a sister, a little sister to be exact. The woman does badger everyone about physical fitness, workout, and dieting, but she does it less to Lilliana. This is practically her method of “pampering” Lilliana. Feya sometimes refers to Lilliana as “Lily” only because it would slip out in conversation. On occasion, she may tell Lily to skip a workout or start her cheat day.

There is a particular characteristic about Lilliana that perplexes Feya. Her “B-Mo” brings some concerns regarding her internal organs and skeletal structure. It is a medical phenomenon that stumps Feya with many questions. By appearance, the biological metallic organism has not done any harm to her body. Feya sometimes forgets that Lily has metal inside her.

One awkward moment occurred when Feya was performing monthly physical check-ups. She had Lilliana step onto a scale and saw the dial spin toward a number out of her body weight area. “You’re overweight,” Feya bluntly said. It was very awkward afterward.