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Sorry, been dealing with work stuff, will get to finishing my CS shortly
(work in process)
Name: Ezekiel Cross
Gender: Male
Side: Pirate
Crew: Currently 35 strong
Position: Captain of the Cross Pirates
Appearance: Looming at six foot three inches, Captain Cross reeked with an air of ruthlessness. A hickory brown, braided, beard, dripping with crosses and beads, fell down to the upper part of his collar bone. His dreadlocked hair was twisted and mangled falling every which way. Upon his face, laying smack dab in the center, was a scar in the form of a cross. It would seem he didn't want people to forget his name. The tip of the cross began at the top of his forehead and cascaded down to split the middle of his mustache with the perpendicular line of the cross, lining, his cheeks. His eyes were as blue as the sky, with a depth that almost rivaled one of Calypso's whirlpools. A mahogany colored coat draped over his shoulders, his hairy, bare, chest shown underneath, reached down to the top of his dusty, charcoal grey boots. Just like the style of many Captains in this time, he did not put his arms through the coat sleeves itself, so it would seem that it acted more as a cape then anything else.
Type: Logia Devil Fruit
Devils fruit: Earth-Earth Fruit (if you guys could help me with what the actual name would be translated to I would be much appreciated)
Ability: When his ability is in use he can become dirt itself. Extending his body out to pelt, smother, and even bury his foes. With the water being the natural enemy of the Devil Fruit users, he feels his ability will definitely aid in detouring that weakness.
Personality: A stoic man who has a thousand yard stare. His crew knows that he expects the best out of them and, thusly, runs a strict ship. There is a known fine line that runs through his ship: the line between fear and respect his crew has for him. Fear only shows it's ugly head when the crew knows they have messed up and are expecting him to act in kind to their actions. On the flip side, they understand his loyalty that he holds for his crew. Never will he back down from defending the newest member all the way up to his first mate Elvira.
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Others:
Pirate Crew(Optional):
Crew Name: The Cross Pirates
Ship Name:
Flag: (picture/description)
Affiliation: None Yet
Name: Ezekiel Cross
Gender: Male
Side: Pirate
Crew: Currently 35 strong
Position: Captain of the Cross Pirates
Appearance: Looming at six foot three inches, Captain Cross reeked with an air of ruthlessness. A hickory brown, braided, beard, dripping with crosses and beads, fell down to the upper part of his collar bone. His dreadlocked hair was twisted and mangled falling every which way. Upon his face, laying smack dab in the center, was a scar in the form of a cross. It would seem he didn't want people to forget his name. The tip of the cross began at the top of his forehead and cascaded down to split the middle of his mustache with the perpendicular line of the cross, lining, his cheeks. His eyes were as blue as the sky, with a depth that almost rivaled one of Calypso's whirlpools. A mahogany colored coat draped over his shoulders, his hairy, bare, chest shown underneath, reached down to the top of his dusty, charcoal grey boots. Just like the style of many Captains in this time, he did not put his arms through the coat sleeves itself, so it would seem that it acted more as a cape then anything else.
Type: Logia Devil Fruit
Devils fruit: Earth-Earth Fruit (if you guys could help me with what the actual name would be translated to I would be much appreciated)
Ability: When his ability is in use he can become dirt itself. Extending his body out to pelt, smother, and even bury his foes. With the water being the natural enemy of the Devil Fruit users, he feels his ability will definitely aid in detouring that weakness.
Personality: A stoic man who has a thousand yard stare. His crew knows that he expects the best out of them and, thusly, runs a strict ship. There is a known fine line that runs through his ship: the line between fear and respect his crew has for him. Fear only shows it's ugly head when the crew knows they have messed up and are expecting him to act in kind to their actions. On the flip side, they understand his loyalty that he holds for his crew. Never will he back down from defending the newest member all the way up to his first mate Elvira.
Bio:
Others:
Pirate Crew(Optional):
Crew Name: The Cross Pirates
Ship Name:
Flag: (picture/description)
Affiliation: None Yet
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Hey guys, I apologize for my rudeness with the delay. I will not be able to continue because I am gonna have my hands full for a bit at work. I really wish all the best for yall in this RP and hope you all continue to have fun with it
Reserving one table for Male please
I am interested you cool fool
Good to go buddy
Slow clapping began from Xander as he smiled, "Such a performance, only I would enjoy attempting to out do you two!" he said with a laugh as he settled back into his chair, "My old muscles are sore though, and this thing with my voice, yea, it is super serious. Hard to explain, but hey if that thing with my voice didn't exist you all would surely be impressed."
As his bullshit left his mouth he looked back to see Sasha. The stories that man holds beneath that exterior would be fascinating. Military tied these people together and those that remained normally silent truly had a reason to be. He felt for the man as his mind wandered back to the screen. All Xander could hope for was that Sasha's mind would be given a brief break by the movie at hand. No need to be lost at sea all your life. Am I right?
As his bullshit left his mouth he looked back to see Sasha. The stories that man holds beneath that exterior would be fascinating. Military tied these people together and those that remained normally silent truly had a reason to be. He felt for the man as his mind wandered back to the screen. All Xander could hope for was that Sasha's mind would be given a brief break by the movie at hand. No need to be lost at sea all your life. Am I right?
Patty had been preoccupied with making sure the area had been made as secure as possible once Jeth had taken off. I swear, if Jeth wasn't around, I would have gone insane a long time ago. My sons still being up there in that temporary slumber. Missing them is the least of the feelings I have right now.
Being ripped out of her day dream she heard the good doctor holler from down the way. She told a couple of the farm hands still around to do their best at making sure no unnecessary people came around. "Doc! Hey Doc!" she shouted while jogging up to her. "I am terribly sorry for keeping you waiting in this...tragic scene here. I was the one who contacted for medical so if you need anything from me please feel free to ask."
Patty was once again brought back to the body of Reggie. His throat non existent, jaw finally starting to stop eroding away, it looked like something out of one of them gore films. Just a week ago he had been giving her hell over the music she and Jethro made. Now it would seem a tragic turn of fate took away his ability to bring music to the world. Reggie wasn't musically inclined but most of the hell he brought to them was to make them better. He knew the two of them loved music because they were simple people. She wasn't as simple as Jeth but music helped calm her nerves. Kids up in the final frontier sleeping still, every day was a mystery, to continue was a familiar hobby kept her feet planted on this planet.
Stifling some tears, "His name was Reggie, Doc. I don't know what you can take from this scene, but I am willing to help anyway I can."
Across the world Jethro was being put into an entirely different situation. Avaline had just brushed passed him on her way out. Tipping his head to her as she left it didn't seem to warrant any acknowledgment from her. He shrugged it off and headed inside. Nir on the other had was a treat in himself. Jeth loved the guy because he was one of the smart ones. The knowledge adventure he dove down seemed to have no end from his eyes. Whenever Jeth got to come by it seemed as though Nir was working on something new in the lab. This sort of passion in a job always inspired Jeth and brought the best out in him.
However, his mind was thrown for a loop after Nir had explained to him that the new Ghost leaf was good for smoking. Hot damn this day is returned slowly to a neutral state. I will need some time to really give Reggie his proper send off but this will be a smoke for him. Am I being selfish pushing for this at a time like this? No, Nir doesn't need to get brought down needlessly. He is to important a scientist to have his mind distracted. Sure the ending of a life is as important as it gets. With that being said, Patty and I will have it covered.
"Boy oh boy, the famous ghost leaf!" he announced as he graciously grabbed the pipe from Nir. "I would be more than honored to smoke this." Striking a match in his pocket he drew in the smoke from the pipe. Mint overtook his mouth that brought him back to his dipping days. Throwing in a pinch of Copenhagen Mint and letting it sit there used to be a part of his daily routine on the farm. Since leaving, and dip being a thing of the past, his mind raced with new opportunities to enjoy the Leaf. As he exhaled a bluish smoke rose into the air. "Look at that Nir! That is mighty pretty. Can you think about the possibilities with this leaf? Cigar rolling, chopping it up to dip, you can really get a good industry going for us workers out in the fields!" He leaned over, brought his bongos in between his legs, and started beating away on them. Just a nice soft tone to keep the mood calm.
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Being ripped out of her day dream she heard the good doctor holler from down the way. She told a couple of the farm hands still around to do their best at making sure no unnecessary people came around. "Doc! Hey Doc!" she shouted while jogging up to her. "I am terribly sorry for keeping you waiting in this...tragic scene here. I was the one who contacted for medical so if you need anything from me please feel free to ask."
Patty was once again brought back to the body of Reggie. His throat non existent, jaw finally starting to stop eroding away, it looked like something out of one of them gore films. Just a week ago he had been giving her hell over the music she and Jethro made. Now it would seem a tragic turn of fate took away his ability to bring music to the world. Reggie wasn't musically inclined but most of the hell he brought to them was to make them better. He knew the two of them loved music because they were simple people. She wasn't as simple as Jeth but music helped calm her nerves. Kids up in the final frontier sleeping still, every day was a mystery, to continue was a familiar hobby kept her feet planted on this planet.
Stifling some tears, "His name was Reggie, Doc. I don't know what you can take from this scene, but I am willing to help anyway I can."
Across the world Jethro was being put into an entirely different situation. Avaline had just brushed passed him on her way out. Tipping his head to her as she left it didn't seem to warrant any acknowledgment from her. He shrugged it off and headed inside. Nir on the other had was a treat in himself. Jeth loved the guy because he was one of the smart ones. The knowledge adventure he dove down seemed to have no end from his eyes. Whenever Jeth got to come by it seemed as though Nir was working on something new in the lab. This sort of passion in a job always inspired Jeth and brought the best out in him.
However, his mind was thrown for a loop after Nir had explained to him that the new Ghost leaf was good for smoking. Hot damn this day is returned slowly to a neutral state. I will need some time to really give Reggie his proper send off but this will be a smoke for him. Am I being selfish pushing for this at a time like this? No, Nir doesn't need to get brought down needlessly. He is to important a scientist to have his mind distracted. Sure the ending of a life is as important as it gets. With that being said, Patty and I will have it covered.
"Boy oh boy, the famous ghost leaf!" he announced as he graciously grabbed the pipe from Nir. "I would be more than honored to smoke this." Striking a match in his pocket he drew in the smoke from the pipe. Mint overtook his mouth that brought him back to his dipping days. Throwing in a pinch of Copenhagen Mint and letting it sit there used to be a part of his daily routine on the farm. Since leaving, and dip being a thing of the past, his mind raced with new opportunities to enjoy the Leaf. As he exhaled a bluish smoke rose into the air. "Look at that Nir! That is mighty pretty. Can you think about the possibilities with this leaf? Cigar rolling, chopping it up to dip, you can really get a good industry going for us workers out in the fields!" He leaned over, brought his bongos in between his legs, and started beating away on them. Just a nice soft tone to keep the mood calm.
@Caits @Synthesis
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