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Name: Snap Vypera

Nickname: Vy

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Role: Thief/Assassin

Appearance:
Vypera wears a black cloak, which is fastened sideways so that the front opening is over her right arm, rather than her chest. Vy has a nice bronze tan, an athletic build, shoulder length brown hair and green eyes. She also has a ring on her right middle finger with an emerald in it. She wears a green backless leotard, black pants, and white shoes

Personality: Vy is generally calm and collected, while being a bit of a smartass. But after being betrayed by her brother, she has a very hard time trusting people. but she has a harder time trusting herself. She knows she has no control over her full form. She would rather die than put anyone else's life in danger. (I'm not that good with personalities. They generally gravitate back to my own, so I leave them open like this, to give me some wiggle room)

Background: Vypera was born on Fang Island, a beautiful place that many would consider paradise. Born into a family that had long since guarded a "sacred treasure" to the village, Vy and her big brothers, Draco and Serpere, would often be told that it contained a wonderful power, one that must only be used to protect the island. So Vy grew up, did the things a girl did, pranking the townsfolk, trained to protect the treasure, often sparring with her brothers (Drake being the most powerful by far, but Serpere was definitely the smartest. Luckily for her she was quite agile), and lived life happy and free. But one day, something went bad. Very bad. Vy came home one day to find her house razed, Draco lay bleeding on the ground. Her parents and Serpere nowhere to be found. Panicking, she dragged her brother to a nearby cave, dressing his injuries quickly with the med-kit they kept there, before running to the shrine that held the treasure. Once she got there she was stunned by what she saw. It was Serpere... clashing swords with their father, while her mother was collapsed on the floor, bleeding out. Before she could figure out what was going on, she noticed the treasure box next to her feet. Finally taking notice of her, Serpere took the opportunity to impale their father. Realizing there was no option left, her mother screamed at her to open the box and eat the fruit inside, as Serpere turned to her and began to close in. Telling her to eat the fruit again, Vy reached down and opened the box. Inside was a dark green and black orb, with a scaly design. Looking up, she locked eyes with her brother, before she took a bite. Her last thought before Serpere slashed her right across the chest was that it was the most foul-tasting thing she ever had. She then blacked out.

When she came to, hours later, she noticed she was on the other side of the island. Following the trail she knew would lead back home, she tried to recall what had happened, but nothing came to mind other than the dark eyes of her brother. Why? Why? Why would he do this? She could find no logical answer. It took an hour but she eventually made it back to the village, only to find it destroyed. Everything she knew and everyone she loved... dead. Quickly, she ran back to the shrine, the pain in her chest forgotten. Only... there was no shrine. Well, not anymore. It was completely wrecked, but there was no mistaking the two mangled corpses inside. Her father... was half the man he used to be and her mother... her mother... her head... gone. Vy emptied her stomach right there. Backing away, she kicked something. It was an arm... still holding Serpere's sword. Where was the rest of him. She had to get away from the sight. Draco! She ran back to the cave she left her brother in... he was gone. There was nothing. As she investigated the village she found the same thing all around. Mangled, chewed, torn apart corpses... along with the tracks of some kind of beast. She didn't understand... what had HAPPENED!!! It wasn't until days later that she finally remembered. And it wasn't until months later that she recovered from the truth. By that time, she had left Fang Island, and was now living on the neighboring Claw Island...

I'm assuming Powers, Weapons, and Skills should also be on this character sheet? So Imma put them here:
Edits bro... edits. Lol.
You know... you CAN make it longer. If Sammy is going to check on the ships status, you can have him just go and do that. You don't have to wait for a reaction from one of us. Just sayin'.
From my guess I would think that@CrimsonWarrior55 cs should be a assassin or a thief
Hmmm.. actually... both could work. I may alter that "no-killing" thing, since, ya know... pirates, and Steve could be the thief (he had to live somehow), while Mr. Vein could be an assassin (gotta earn money somehow).
Name: Shuya "Steve" Habasaki

Age: 22 (physically), 16 (Mentally)

Gender: Male

Role: No fucking clue. Any suggestions?

Appearance:

Personality: Okay... here's the fun part. Steve... has issues. Normally he's very shy, kind, and timid in an adorable fashion, but he has a mask (made of blood) that when he puts it on, allows him to unleash his more aggressive nature. It's like how telling a child sunglasses make them invisible or that a Spider-Man mask will make them strong. He personifies his aggression into the mask, and by wearing it, "becomes the mask". In order to distance himself from this bloodthirsty asshole, he calls him Mr. Vein, so that he doesn't have to face the fact that it's actually Steve himself that wants to do these things. But both sides refuse to kill unless it's to protect those Steve cares about. Steve's too kind and that carries over, even if Vein loves bloodshed.

The mask itself is more like a faceplate. It's shape is of Vega's:
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While the design on it is closer to the mask in Danganronpa:

Note that the eyes are smaller and the mouth moves to replicate talking. However it never opens except under special cases (like insane laughter or consumption)

Powers: The Blood-Blood fruit. This paramecia-type devil fruit gives it's user hemokinesis, or the ability to manipulate their own blood. Steve can cause his blood to come out of his body and form weapons (like knives, swords, clubs, maces, staffs, spikes, spears, tentacles, etc.) or solid masses (he can change it's density to like, hard as a rock and use it as a platform, or elevator, or hand). Any blood that leaves his body is instantly replaced, making it impossible for him to die of blood loss. But his blood has to tear through his skin to come out, and while the fruit does grant a healing factor, it is only minor. It takes about five minutes for a small wound to heal, and larger wounds can take up to a full day to heal. Not to mention, he'd be bleeding the whole time. Seriously, it wouldn't take long to get a Carrie look going on, and although he can keep the blood in his body, it splits his concentration. Since his blood opens wounds in his skin, he doesn't feel pain in the same way normal people do. Rather than pain, his mind just kinda goes "Oh, there's a wound there, be careful" as opposed to "FUCK, IT HURTS!!!". Oh, yeah. He can also change the color of his blood. Woo-hoo. He really only uses it on his mask to turn it black. It IS made of his blood after all. How else would it move to display emotion?

Weaknesses: Well, beyond the obvious of seawater and seastone? Normal water causes Steve's blood to dissipate, making it much harder to manipulate. On top of this, due to the iron in blood, and the general liquid state it's it, he has a higher aversion to electricity. Finally, while his minor healing factor does eventually heal his cuts, it won't regrow limbs or organs. He's just as weak there as a normal human. He just can't die of blood loss.

Background: Not much to say here... Steve had a normal childhood, aside from being horrendously teased for his shyness. But he never fought back, instead opting to bury his anger and rage deep, deep down. One day he was out in the woods, picking fruit when he ran across a peculiar one he'd never seen before. Curiosity getting the better of him, he took a bite... and holy FUCK was that shit nasty. By faaaaar the worst damn thing he'd ever tasted. Throwing the rest of the fruit away, he continued on his way. On his way back to town, however, he was confronted by some of his bullies. Viciously beaten and desperate for help, fearing that he would die this time, he threw his arms up to shield himself... and was greeted by screams. Sneaking a peek, he say a slimy red tendril impaling one of the bullies in the shoulder. Following it's path, he saw that it came from own body. Screaming in fear at what was happening, he couldn't stop it from happening again and again, as more tendrils burst out and impaled the rest. Horrified at what he'd done, Steve ran back home in tears. Once there, he locked himself in his room and refused to come out. Not just because he was terrified of hurting anyone else, but also because he... enjoyed it. But Steve wasn't that kind of person. He wasn't... he wasn't... No... ... no... Steve wasn't the one who did that. No. It was someone else. Steve was a good boy... a good boy.

A few days passed before Steve was able to leave his house again, but he kept more to himself than ever. But he never should have left. It wasn't long before he found himself cornered in an alleyway, facing down the fathers of the boys he injured. They were furious, and promised far more pain than ever. Scared out of his wits, Steve didn't even notice when a small cut formed on his cheek, and blood began pouring out, flooding his face, and forming into a mask. Just like when he was a little kid and he wore an old mask to hide himself from the world. And he felt his fear disappear. But in it's place came something else. A boiling, seething rage the likes of which he had never felt before, and why would he? 15 years of compacted rage spilt forth. And Steve used his powers to let loose. And it felt great... felt fucking good. Once he was done, however, and the mask cracked away, realization dawned as he took in the near-corpses of the three men. He knew he couldn't stay on the island anymore. He'd be hunted down and killed! So... not wasting any time, Steve darted home, grabbed what personal affects he could, and under the cover of darkness, stole a boat and sailed away. Only looking back for the briefest of moments to shed a tear. And he's been like that ever since, with no one around except the vicious little voice in his head he decided to call, Mr. Vein.

Huh... not a bad backstory for being pulled out of my ass. Let me know if I should change anything about my CS.
I suppose I should post, huh? Alright give me a minute. Oh, I have no clue what role I should take. Nothing reeeeeeally seems to fit.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!! SHIT CHANGED AGAIN!!!!!!!! Lol.
Okay. I posted... after I watched BH6 again... I think I have a mild... okay, MAJOR obsession. Anyways, four shipfuls of pirate mercenaries just entered the fray from the sky. How? Simple... that fog is a logia user. He pulled them over the wall. Utilize that if you want. Dani will take him out in my next post. Cause as much destruction as you want. I don't mind. Blow shit up, kill members of BE (just not all of them). Just don't take down or destroy the walls, or the cannons on them. I still need those.
A large *WHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE* droned through the compound as the massively tall, thick, heavy, metal walls of the defense system ground into place. So long as those were up, no more cannonballs could get through. Meanwhile, Dani growled as Natsu appeared to be telling the truth. Lougetown WAS only a five day journey, she didn't see how it was possible, or even fucking why it was plausible, to send a fully equipped battleship after one small marine. And why would they fire on her rather than just talk. She was on... okaaaay... ish... standing with the government. Not to mention she would have gotten a Wanted poster in the mail BEFORE they had time to reach her. Before she had time to think the rest of this through, however, she noticed something odd in the fog. A... hand? Holding... SHIT!!! ... ... ... ... BOOOOOOM!!!!!! Room 15 exploded as an RPG hit. 18 feet down, Dani had her hand jammed into the side of the tower, Natsu clutched tightly in her left arm. Letting her down gently (the ground was two feet down), Dani unplugged from the wall. "Okay... clearly these guys don't care about killing you to kill me. These are not marine tactics. Someone is playing pretend... but why?" Dani said, mostly to herself. Once again, she didn't get long to think as suddenly dozens of men and women started to rain down from the fog, guns ablazing. Each one was dressed as a marine... but clearly... these were mercenaries. And not just any. These guys belonged to the Aka Pirates. 'Marvy-chan would NEVER do this... somethings wrong' she thought, pulling out her guns and popping some of the bastards. Acquaintances or not, no one... NO ONE... fucks with her family...
Yeah, imma post. I just got caught up watching Big Hero 6 yesterday... twice. I ship HiroGo sooooooooooooo hard, it's mostly all I can think about right now. I was scouring the Internet for good fanfics and only found about ten. But they were soooo good, if incomplete.
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