-Grimm Family creed


-Grimm D. Coyote

_{"Richter is an overbearing skeleton of a man, with very long, lanky limbs, and an overbearing presence at nearly eight feet tall. He's often found wearing a full body suit combo, with black dress pants, and a dark blue suit that's dotted with white circles. He has short brown hair, about ear-length, but almost always wears a purple top-hat to cover it up. If it wasn't clear by the constantly crazed expression in his dark brown eyes, he's a little off his rocker."}



~Name~
Richter "Skeleton Judge" Laralias
~Age~
34
~Gender~
Male
~Race~
Human
~Height & Weight~
7'10'' - 199 lbs
~Personality~
Short Attention Span
Richter's mind wanders all the time. He might sound like he's paying attention, but more often than not, there's a good chance that his focus is elsewhere. If it's not fun, then why not do something else?

Whimsically Violent
Plain and simple, Richter loves to hit things. Especially people. Whether it's with a gentle tap, or a resounding THWACK, the sensation of knocking stuff around or pestering his allies is second to none. The most satisfying hit is one that incites a pleasant reaction. If a hit knocks somebody out cold, where's the fun in that? It's gotten him into plenty of trouble in the past, but he's never thought to change his bad habits.

Nosy, Annoying, and Downright Silly
The last time Richter took anything seriously, it ended poorly for everyone involved. On a normal day, Richter often shoves his nose into other people's business by asking intrusive questions, offering a flagrant and unwanted opinion, or making fun of anything and everything he can think of.

Strict Adherence to Justice
As a former Marine, Richter still upholds some sense of Justice on how to deal with any given situation. Although he's a fan of violence, he'd never stoop so low as to murder somebody. If an action isn't justified by his own rulings, he would go out of his way to prevent it, even if his own Captain was the one making the choice!

Judgemental
Was your first impression poor? Did he think of you as a clown just because you made a single bad joke to try and lighten tension with some levity? Congratulations, Richter has judged you at face value, and there's a good chance his opinion of you won't change any time soon! Richter is quick to judge others based on first impressions, and too stubborn to let his opinion of another person change without a great deal of reason.
~Bounty~
33'000'000
~Origin Story~
Growing up as the son of a marine Admiral didn't provide as cushy a life as it might have sounded. What would you expect? As a man who practically drowned in his own sense of justice, Admiral Laralias wasn't the type to treat his son like a precious treasure that needed constantly protection. For a kid like Richter who only wanted to laugh and play, the overbearing expectations of a man who spent the majority of his time finding new and exciting ways to crush pirates was a constant tax on his mood.

As a kid, Richter's daily tasks were numerous, and monotonous. For every hour on the clock, Richter's father had task for him to complete.

Eight AM, study law. Nine AM, study geography. Ten AM, study navigation. Eleven AM, study politics. Noon, muscle training. One PM, practice etiquette. Two PM, practice cooking. Three PM, study navigation. Four PM. Five PM. Six. Seven. It never ended, all the way down to his strict bedtime of 8 PM sharp. The only free time he was granted could only be spent indoors, or at work with his father. The only friends he was allowed to make were new trainees working to become marines, all of whom were much older than him. As far as his father was concerned, Richter's life wouldn't officially start until he was a fully groomed marine capable of one day taking his place as an admiral at Marineford.

Richter couldn't find a way to escape this vicious cycle, but he wasn't the rebellious type to begin with. Despite being forced to spend nearly every waking moment with his nose in a book or his body close to breaking, Richter did want to make his father proud, even if it was at the expense of his own happiness. At the command of good old dad, he persisted, day in and day out, until he was finally the type of man who could make strides in the worlds oceans as a force of Justice. At least, that's what his father thought. In reality, things never go as smoothly as you'd like them to.

It turned out that upholding justice was right up Richter's alley. He quickly made a name for himself and rose to the rank of Captain without much trouble, playing a part in the capture of several pirates with relatively high bounties, and the satisfaction that followed allowed him a brief respite from the years of hardened training that absorbed his childhood. Something was wrong though. It seemed that, as his rank rose higher and higher, he saw less engagement with the pirates that he sought to bring to justice. By the time he was granted the title of captain, Richter was hardly ever allowed to directly confront any criminals at all. His duties were reduced to desk work, and as the years rolled on, his newly found passion quickly burned out.

By the age of 25, he'd had enough. Rising through the ranks so quickly, Richter was appalled to have been stuck with the title of 'Captain' for more than half a decade. This wasn't what his father wanted for him, and it sure as hell wasn't what he wanted either. The responsibilities. The pressure. The boredom. Things were looking abysmal. He wanted a way out, but to disappoint his father and throw away everything he'd worked for would have been a terrible waste. So he persisted, determined to keep true.

Eventually his mood reached the point of tipping. He'd worked with so many recruits over the years, that he'd resorted to branding every new face with quick an immediate judgement. Listening to the constant slew of questions and orders from those under his command to those who orders him around became a tedious slog. It became harder to pay attention, or even care about the missions he was tasked with overseeing. Richter developed poor habits in teasing people, just to keep himself from snapping from the pressure. He would start prying into their personal lives to entertain himself. He would punish poor behavior and simple mistakes with ridicule and mockery. Soon enough, Richter started to hate staring at the same uniformed puppets enter his office one after another with the same old inquiries. He developed a seething hatred for his profession, and his anger festered.

His last years as a marine were tense. Peers would be terrified to enter his office. People spoke of the terrifying Captain who treated his soldiers like dogs. The man with a scary look who slammed his desk with a creepy smile, like it was the last pleasure he had left. Richter started to disassociate his own sense of justice from that of the World Government. With the pressure mounting, Richter decided to divert his efforts to investigating the history of Marineford with hopes of discovering something to light his passion for justice once again. In the following months, his discoveries lead him to speaking with his own father, the other Admirals, and the Fleet admiral himself. Although he was unable to find out anything of value, his investigation roused suspicion from the authorities in charge.

A week before he left the Navy, Richter received notice from the fleet admiral that his father had been killed in action.

Richter wasn't sure why it happened. He wasn't even sure how, but he was certain that the story spun by his superiors was absolute nonsense. The records of his father's responsibilities were completely inconsistent with those that followed his death. Several documents had been changed, high ranking marines refused to speak about it, and worst of all, Richter was notified that he would be discharged on paid leave the day after.

It wasn't that he knew better, or that he was scared to be anywhere near the marines, but Richter made a split second decision on the day that his father was killed. Without anything tying him to the corrupt government that he'd supported for the past 10 years, he decided to make a break for it, stealing as much as he could from the Navy in the process, just as they stole his father from him. Richter managed to get his hands on a Devil fruit that was reserved for a high ranking officer, and take off in the first unoccupied ship he could find. Within the span of a day, he left his peers in shock as he sailed away with one of their most expensive ships, and a precious Devil fruit in tow.

To this day, Richter suspects that the Fleet admiral was responsible for his father's murder, and that the Navy itself was a corrupt system of injustice. Although he's only been a power user for little under a year, he's vowed to fight for the morals that his father held dear. The irony that he'd have to become a pirate to do so?

Well, that tickled his fancy just fine.

~Position~
Helmsman
~Goal~
To purge the Navy of it's corrupt Fleet Admiral and cleanse the world government of injustice.
~Abilities~
-Gavel Gavel No Mi-
Richter consumed the Gavel Gavel fruit, making him a Judge-man, and granting him the ability to conjure and manipulate gavels on a whim. His Conjured Gavels weigh less to those who are righteous, but when interacting with people who harbor evil intent, their weight and power increase dramatically. As a righteous man, Richter is capable of swinging them around as if they were practically weightless. When using them against righteous targets, they're about as effective as balloon weapons, but against a person whose heart is brimming with evil? Richter's Gavels pack one hell of a punch. Essentially, his Gavels are weak against the innocent, and strong against the guilty.

Unfortunately, Richter can't actually judge somebody's righteousness by his own methods. The scale of whether or not somebody is 'righteous' is unknown, making his devil fruit powers inconsistent against unknown enemies. There seems to be a single golden rule though. The more people a person has killed, the more powerful Richter's abilities become.

The gavels that Richter can create are limited by three rules. One, they must be perfectly cylindrical and circular in shape, regardless of size. He cannot conjure triangular, square, or even oval shaped gavels. Two, His gavels must have a handle, and that handle must be touching Richter's hand for the gavels to exist. The moment his grip is freed from a gavel, it will instantly pop out of existence like a balloon. Where this handle can be however is entirely up to him, and the handle can move along the surface of the gavel at his command. Finally, three, he cannot conjure gavels larger than his own body mass. Although technically possible, creating gavels larger than his body inflict enough fatigue to knock him out cold in a manner of seconds. No matter how hard he's trained or practiced, it seems like this rule is impossible to overcome.

-All Rise-
Richter Conjures a mallet. Its shape can vary, but it must follow the aforementioned rules. He may conjure as many as he can physically hold at once, which at start, would be two

-Guilty!-
Richter's Signature move, a giant Gavel that he swings overhead to judge his opponent. Naturally, the guiltier an opponent, the more devastating this move becomes.

-Innocent!-
Richter extends his gavel into a giant pillar. He can use them in different ways afterwards; Defensive barriers, objects to propel himself off the ground, etc.

-Overruled!-
Richter uses his Gavel almost like a paddle to deflect ranged attacks. Inaccurate, but if the attack is conjured by a guilty devil fruit user, it can be incredibly effective.

-Court Adjourned!-
Richter conjures a massive mallet for a giant attack that covers a huge distance. Incredibly fast and powerful, but guaranteed to knock him out cold right afterwards.

~Inventory~
Richter does not carry anything significant enough to note.
~Character Progression~
My main goal is for Richter to overcome his bad habits, and eventually return to the man he was in his early 20's. Also, to confront the Fleet admiral at some point.
~Arc Suggestions~
Something akin to storming Marineford. Toned down significantly, of course.

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[ A l i a s ]
The Scarlet Maid

[ A g e ]
20

[ R a c e ]
Human

[ P o s i t i o n ]
With Bel's keen senses and instincts she makes for a excellent tracker, and since she's writing down her experiences in Solomon's journal, she's essentially keeping a log of the crew's adventures.

[ B o u n t y ]
WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE: 15,000,000 BERRIES
A short time after Bel set off on her journey, she got separated from Deldro who had followed the smell of a feast into a marine base that was celebrating the promotion of one of their most beloved officers. Following her own nose to find him, Bel assumed the marine's had captured Deldro and went on a...small rampage through their base. Only to find Deldro running around no worse for wear with a whole roast bird in his jaws and a group of marines on his tail. Once realizing what really happened, Bel attempted to apologize like a proper maid. It didn't go over well and they made their escape. Needless to say, that marine officer was not very forgiving.

[ G o a l ]
Conquer the Grand Line, document her adventures in Solomon's Journal, find the One Piece and place her journal among the greatest treasure in the world.

[ A p p e a r a n c e ]
Standing at 5'10", Bel has a mocha complexion complimenting her amber eyes and long scarlet hair. While voluptuous and curvy, her physique is lean and toned. Of course the most odd aspect of her appearance is the maid outfit she wears. Why does she wear it? She likes it~

[ P e r s o n a l i t y ]
An earnest free spirit, Bel loves being at sea. First impressions, while an odd eccentric, she is proper and polite, a model example of a maid. She's excitable and prone to acting before or in spite of common sense is considered. Unassuming and earnest. But don't mistake her demure, oddball appearance for naivety or weakness. When crossed, Bel reveals the wild, savage soul of her beastly origins lurking beneath. She delights in flexing her physical prowess, letting loose the wolf she was raised to be, and having a wild time. Her lust for primal battle is only matched by her lust for adventure.

[ O r i g i n S t o r y ]
From about four years old, Bel was raised by wolves. Crazy, right? As far back as she can remember she was left alone in a remote island forest. It's unknown whether her parents abandoned her there, were killed by the wildlife or if it was some other reason. Nevertheless, she would have died if one of wolf packs hadn't taken her in. And she grew up as a wolf cub for the next 8 years, even finding a devil fruit, unbeknownst to her, and eating it.

One day, a ship landed on the island. It wasn't a large vessel but the crew was well armed and ended up killing the wolves, all the while one man demanded and cried for them to stop. Bel had been away from the pack, teaching the youngest of the wolves how to hunt and had returned at the end of the slaughter. At the sight, she flew into a rage and attacked the crew members, her devil fruit powers out of control. They were caught off guard by the wild child that seemingly came out of nowhere. Despite her nimbleness and feral assault, she really couldn't do much to them. And her devil fruit powers weren't strong enough at the time to do more than inflict shallow cuts on the men. Nearly drowned out by Bel's furious screams and the crews shouts to grab her and put her down, there was still the one man calling for them all to stop. Finally, one of the crew members managed to peel her off him and throw her to the ground with no reservations, knocking the wind out of her. He pointed his gun at her and fired. However, the shot did not hit her but rather the shoulder of the elder man that had thrown himself in front of her. The man was an archaeologist who had hired the crew to take him out to sea for research. He had demanded they not kill anything without proper cause as he wanted to study any new species he came across. Unfortunately, they were too paranoid and trigger happy or he was too naive. Either way, it was Bel's misfortune. And so, he decided to take her and the wolf cub she had been out with home with him.

The elder man's name was Solomon Cleargarden. He was a wealthy widower and his own kids had all grown up and left home. He decided to name the wild girl Bel Cleargarden and treat her as his own. She was quite defiant and feral from the start. It took a whole year for him to gain her trust. He taught her to speak, read, and write. Told her countless stories about his youth as an archaeologist and tales of the sea. About his regrets that he had become too old to go out again, that he was never brave enough to venture to the Grand Line. As Bel became more and more civilized, she got along well with Solomon's maids and even started emulating them, including their attire.

Bel spent 7 years with Solomon and came to see him as her own father. However, he was old and passed away. His estate went to his biological children who offered to let her stay but she had other plans. Solomon's stories over the years had awakened a fascination with the sea in her. She only ever knew the forest she was abandoned in and the home Solomon gave her. She wanted to repay him somehow but also go and venture out. Solomon had kept a journal of his adventures from his youth and had always kept a section of it blank with the chapter titled "The Grand Line". So, she decided that she'd fill the pages for him. Bel also decided one other thing. Her own goal and desire. Solomon's journal was his personal treasure and when she fills its pages it will be hers too. So, she'll place it among the greatest treasure the world has ever known, the One Piece. With her wolf brother, Deldro, at her side, Bel set off on her adventure in Solomon's memory.



[ A b i l i t i e s ]
Rose Rose Fruit
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Upon consuming the Rose Rose Fruit, Bel was imbued with the ability to produce and manipulate rose petals, thorns and vines. She can freely determine the size, sharpness, and other factors of her roses to produce a variety of techniques. As a bonus, she always smells like freshly cut roses.

Acute Senses
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Growing up in the wilderness among animals, Bel has developed a heightened sense of smell, hearing, and general awareness of danger. Her instincts are as sharp as the rose petals she produces.

Hand-to-Hand
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Bel is quite strong and can hold her own in close quarters. She's mostly self taught so her fighting style is rough, though elegant, so a more proper trained opponent may have an edge on her. However, she's a quick learner and knows how to adapt.

[ T e c h n i q u e s ]
Rose Petal Dance
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Bel uses razor sharp rose petals to attack her enemies within a few meters of her. She also often uses this as an opening surprise attack, using the petals to disguise her approach, making it seem like she appeared out of nowhere.

Rose Rose Whip
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Bel creates a long vine covered in thorns and uses it to attack. She can summon two, one in each hand.

Rose Rose Cannon
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A long ranged blast of rose petals that will shred anything in it's path.

Rose Rose Beast
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Bel summons forth a giant wolf made of roses and vines to chase down and attack enemies.

[ I n v e n t o r y ]
|| Solomon's Journal

[ C h a r a c t e r P r o g r e s s i o n ]
Abilities/Gear: Stronger grasp/creativity with her DF, some personalized weapon (still brainstorming), navigation skills

Character: Growing attached to her teammates, curb her more reckless tendency's, explore and understand the larger world she lives in

[ A r c S u g g e s t i o n s ]
A light arc where the crew runs into the marine officer who's party Bel ruined at the start of her journey