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One Piece: The Scarlet Pirates (Reboot!) [Chapter 1 END]

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"Black Wolf" Coyote

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Coyote carefully caught the tiny Den Den Mushi as it was tossed to him, careful not to shake the poor thing up too much. He almost returned the "gift," but decided that, if he was going to be traveling with these folks for the foreseeable future, having one of these babies would ultimately be more convenient than detrimental. Besides which he was being paranoid- it's not like the good ol' WG could track him with one of these little guys, right? ...Right?

...

...Again, overthinking.

He grinned up at Hallelujah, giving a mock-but-still-mostly-respectful salute.

"As you say, Commander," he said cheerfully, before headed to the gangplank to board the rickety little ship. He could have easily Tanz'd up onto the deck, but he had the feeling that would be a bad idea. You never could tell who was watching, and what they might say. And the last thing he wanted to do was draw a bounty hunter crew- or worse, Marine headhunters- onto the tail of his new friends. So, casually, and very much with no superpowered shenanigans whatsoever, he took a place on the railing next to Hallelujah, following her eyes out to the distance, and seeing...

...Oh. Dear. That is a lot of smoke.

"Er..." He shuffled uncomfortably. "Forgive any impertinence, but you don't suppose that smoke is your crew's doing, do you? Should we go check that out?"

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Cloudy Red Lights

Punk Rock Ghost Rider

Name: Coyote Briggs
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Appearance:


History:
Coyote was born in Seattle, WA, to a neglectful mother and an absentee father, and lots of time to himself to ponder his situation. He was something of an unruly child, growing up without much in the way of boundaries or limits on his behavior, so he ended up having to learn those lessons himself. Sometimes the hard way. As things piled up, and Coyote's behavior became unacceptable, his father finally took notice, and tried to find a more constructive outlet for his son to pour his energies into. Remembering his own rowdy youth, he had an idea, scraped up what money he could spare, and bought Coyote a well-worn acoustic guitar for his 14th birthday, with the promise that he'd actually learn to play it.

To everyone's surprise- not the least of which Coyote's own- it started to spark a change in the young man. For once in his life, even if it wasn't perfect, he had something beautiful to call his own, to use. He started slowly, at first; stumbling plucks at the strings, hesitant starts and abrupt stops. But as his practice continued, and his skill grew, it became clear that Coyote had an innate gift for music. It wasn't perfect, and there were still troubles every now and again. But for once in his life, he had something worthwhile to pursue. Through his skill and hobbies, he even met others who shared his interests, finding his first real friends, and hitting upon a brilliant (supposedly) idea: to form a band. And so, with a little stumbling here or there, the band Bones was brought into being.

Throughout high school, and just after, Bones played at every venue they could book in Seattle, everything from bars to birthday parties, and anything in between. They played at "battle of the band" competitions, making a name for themselves on Seattle's independent scene. Eventually, however, it became clear that Bones was never going to get any bigger just playing for drunk clubgoers or wedding guests. It was Coyote who found what could promise to be their big break- a national competition in New York, where the grand prize would not only give them the means to live comfortably for quite a while, but where their victory might even get them noticed by someone with clout in the industry- enough to get them into a proper recording booth, at least.

So, guitar in hand, Coyote and his bandmates boarded a plane, headed off to seek their "destiny," or whatever. Little did Coyote know, however, what destiny actually had in mind for him...

Personality:
Aggressively cheerful, Coyote is loud, brash, and never shy about speaking his mind in the slightest. He's fiercely protective of those he considers friends, especially his band, Bones. He may have trouble reining in his passions sometimes, but he never means any harm in it. Not intentionally or directly, anyway. He particularly has a fondness for good food and drink, especially when he can share it with others. Despite his loudness, Coyote is a fairly intelligent and thoughtful sort in his downtime, with a special interest in science fiction and/or urban fantasy novels when he can find time to read.

He's a surprisingly picky eater, being a line cook at his "day job."

Abilities:
Coyote can play both bass and guitar proficiently (acoustic and electric alike), and is passable on drums and vocals. He's also a decent brawler, given a chance to show off.

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Stand
As of the start of the RP, Coyote's Stand has not manifested yet. When it does, however...

Come a little closer... (spoilers!)

Name:
「Hellbent」
Namesake:
Hellbent by Mystery Skulls
Appearance:
「Hellbent」is a humanoid gout of purplish-black flame, wearing black cargos, a black hoodie sweatshirt, and a stylized skull mask over its non-existent face. The hoodie has skeletal accents on the ribs and arms, with stylized wings on the back.
Personality:
Exuberant and mischievous, and often difficult to control. Likes to steal small trinkets and draw them into its and Coyote's soul, making it theirs.
Type:
Close-to-mid-range

Destructive Power: B
Speed: C
Range: D
Durability: D
Precision: A
Developmental Potential: B

Ability:「Hellbent」can generate ghostly flames that can give just about anyone some serious burns on their own, but their true power is their ability to be infused into any nonliving matter or object. By doing this, the matter or object is drawn into the user’s “Pocket Hell,” allowing them to shape and enhance it in myriad ways. For instance, a pile of rocks or a trash bin can, with time, be molded into a weapon. Enhancing a knife makes it more durable and gives it a heated edge. A handgun now has unlimited ammo and shoots fire bullets, and so on. Since said items are now part of the user’s Pocket Hell, they can be stored along with the Stand, in the user’s soul.

There are limits to this power, however; infusing a ready-made item is much easier than altering unorganized matter, the more complex the object, the longer it takes to infuse, and the larger the amount of matter, the more energy it takes to finish the job. To infuse an object also requires the Stand to be touching the object for the entire process- if they were forced to stop for any reason, they’d have to start again from the beginning of the process.

「Hellbent」itself is also not all that durable.

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Cloudy Red Lights

Curious...

My Hero Academia: Chaos Age | Open

Hanakotoba Sayuri

Raijin

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Sayuri was struggling to breathe, compressed, trapped, unable to get desperately-needed air into her lungs. She squirmed uncomfortably, trying to escape her fate, but it was no use.

Her mother's hugs were legendary, especially when she was worried like this.

She squirmed again.

"Mom... Mom, it's gonna be... okay... just... stop... can't... breathe...!"

Her father came around the corner, thankfully, car keys jingling as he did so. He smirked at the tableau in front of him, earning a glare from his daughter.

"Not that this isn't charming and all, but we should probably get going if we want to get the squirt to school--"

"Sh." Ami shushed her husband quickly, her hug almost seeming to get tighter, if that were possible. "Let me enjoy this- it's the last time I'll be able to in a while."

"She's going to a dorm across town, not to prison, or overseas. We can visit." His tone softened as he laid a hand on his wife's shoulder. "She'll be okay. We'll be okay. The school made certain of that. She'll be safe."

For a few long, agonizing seconds, it seemed as though her husband's words hadn't gotten through to her, as the crushing hug continued to crush. Thankfully, the arms around Sayuri's tiny torso finally loosened, the woman's hands coming to her daughter's shoulder, looking her in the eyes with a tearful gaze.

"N-now... now you call us, okay? Every week. Every day, if you can. If something... if you need anything, or if you have any problems, or even if you want us to bring those candies you like so much, just... anything you need, we'll drop everything and--"

"Mom." Sayuri's voice was stern, yet gentle, as she cut off her mother's tirade, before leaning in and wrapping her arms around the woman's neck. A thank you for being there for her for so long. For becoming the family she'd needed, seven years ago.

"...I'll be fine, okay? I'll call you guys every day after class. I love you guys, okay? I do."

Her mother shook slightly as she suppressed a sob, giving one last squeeze before pulling back. "Okay... okay," she sniffled.

Sayuri straightened her new uniform out, before securely fastening her goggles over her eyes, and draping her favorite jacket over her shoulders. She gave a watery smile, thankful that the goggles hid her own tears. "H-how do I look?"

Her father smiled widely. "You look... ready."

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Oh, gods, I'm so not ready.

Sayuri and Ren were parked across the street from the towering edifice of UA, observing the screaming, chanting mob outside the school's entrance, waving poorly-written signs like they were so clever or something. Sayuri's clenched fists shook slightly, only slightly from fear. The rest was pure rage.

Should have expected the brain trusts to show up in force today. Gotta scare us "freaks" into compliance, right? Ugh. She grit her teeth, trying to force down her anger... and the rosy sparks that had started to flicker around her tightly-grasped fingers. Her father glanced down at the burgeoning light show, clearing his throat.

"...You don't have to do this, Sparks. You don't have to go out there. We can wait a year, maybe, wait for things to cool down before--"

"Dad. No offense, but that's stupid. I got in, the school's right there. I'm not gonna let some zombie crowd stop me from doing what I want to do. What I'm... meant to do."

Ren chewed that thought for a while. "I mean... still..."

Sayuri turned to her foster father. "If I chicken out now... what happens? What does that say about me? About you? What am I doing to make sure people like us get a fair shake?" She turned back to the school. "I have to do this. Not just for me. Or even for you. But for all of us. Y'know?"

Another long pause, before Ren sighed, brushing a hand through his sea-green hair. "In that case... I have a rule."

Sayuri raised an eyebrow, turning toward her father again. "...What kind of rule?"

"...No extracurriculars while you're at school."

Sayuri paled. "But Dad--!"

"No buts! You wanna prove to those people out there that you're a Hero? That they don't have to fear you? Then you have to play by the rules- you can't just go beating up thugs in an alleyway anymore."

Sayuri's look was flat and unamused. "Nice black coat you've got there, Mr. Pot."

"Young lady..." Ren intoned, warning. "If for nothing else... if not for them, then do it for me. I can't watch your back while you're here. If you do something..."

"...Stupid?"

"Ill-advised, while you're here... if you make a mistake... then you'd be on your own. I... I don't want you to get hurt. So... you've gotta promise me. Stay in school. Learn from real teachers. They'll take you much farther than I ever could."

Sayuri stared at Ren for a long few seconds, emotions warring behind her eyes.

"Promise me, Sparks. Please."

Another long pause. And then...

"...Okay. For you. Not for them. I'll stay safe, okay?"

Ren sighed in relief, nodding. "Thanks, kid. You know, you're all right. Think I'll keep you," he said, jokingly. Sayuri snorted.

"'Bout seven years too late to be having second thoughts, Dad."

"Ahh, get outta here. Go learn how to save kittens from trees or whatever. But... seriously. Good luck, kiddo."

Sayuri smiled. "Thanks, Dad. I think I'll need it." And with that, she finally made her way out of the car- carefully, so as to not spook the idiots- and made her way toward the side entrance she'd been informed of previously. She walked up to the astronaut, the suit, and the delinquent-looking motherfucker, fishing her student ID out of a pocket and holding it up for the teachers to scrutinize. She squared her shoulders, eager to begin.

She looked ready.

She was ready.

My Hero Academia: Chaos Age | Open

Best Girl Has Arrived

Hanakotoba Sayuri

Raijin

Pinkette

"It’s about to get loud in here.”

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NAME

Hanakotoba, Sayuri

GENDER

Female (technically)

AGE

15 - 19/2

APPEARANCE

Sayuri is short, slim, and wiry, built more like a runner than anything else. She has slightly-longer-than-shoulder-length, dusty-rosé-colored hair and red-violet eyes, with soft, androgynous features, commonly hardened with an intense or angry scowl.
Height: 5’ 0”
Weight: 135
Fashion Sense: Wears dark colors mostly, to match with her favorite black leather jacket. Sayuri always, absolutely always, keeps tinted goggles on her person.
Distinguishing Features: Mildly luminescent red-violet eyes. Dusty rose-colored hair.

PERSONALITY

On the surface, Sayuri seems shy and quiet. She seldom speaks, seldom even raises her voice. However, she’s an incredibly intense person, underneath the facade. She feels her emotions quite deeply, passionately, and tends to follow her heart more than her head. At the same time, she’s very observant; an advantage granted by her near-silent presence. She does have a tendency to let her emotions run away from her, a fact which she is trying to reconcile.

Between her silence and her intensity, she can come across as quite unnerving to most. But that passion is a great benefit to anyone who earns her trust and gets her to open up.

HISTORY

Sayuri Hanakotoba was born Haru Sakimoto, to Akihiko Sakimoto, a proud, strict father. Said father was a former Yakuza head, leaving as the group became more and more Quirk-prevalent, who wanted a son to follow in his footsteps. What he got, however, was a freak of nature, or so he said. Things started out problematic when his child was born with a shock of rose-colored hair. While suspicious on its own, Akihiko was willing to give their heir the benefit of the doubt. That is, until their fourth birthday, when they accidentally destroyed a television with a freak electrical surge. That was all the proof Akihiko needed- his son was a freak, a monster, one of the Quirked that had caused so much chaos in the world since they exploded onto the world stage. And from then on, he resolved to do something about it.

Sayuri’s life was a living hell from that point on. Forced to keep her powers under control at all hours, suppressed deep down inside, for fear of reprisals. Beatings were a weekly matter. Sometimes daily, as Akihiko tried to beat the “freakiness” out of his son, to get him to lock it down so far inside himself that it would never emerge again. Things came to a head when Sayuri was nine years old, experiencing yet another surge of her powers, trying desperately to cover it up. She failed. And Akihiko reached his breaking point, swearing that if his child couldn’t be normal… that he was better off dead.

...Things were a blur after that. All she remembers is the police arriving to find her, half-blind and beaten half to death, next to the twitching, unconscious form of her father, half-dead himself from some sort of freak electrical accident. Regardless, given her condition, Sayuri was taken away, her father arrested, and life as she knew it upended entirely.

Amid the trials and tribulations that were to follow, Sayuri was placed in a foster home- the household of Ren and Ami Hanakotoba. At first she was quiet, almost to the point of being mute. She didn’t feel she belonged, and did not want to intrude on the family unit. Moreover, she didn’t know what a healthy family unit looked like. That was, however, until she found out that Ren Hanakotoba himself had a Quirk. As a result, Sayuri was taken under his wing, and the use of her Quirk was brought under control with his careful tutelage. This wasn’t without its drawbacks. Ren himself was a bit of a vigilante- a pastime that rubbed off on Sayuri a little more than either would have liked. But it was a start- a path to healing.

Sayuri is a much different person now; still quiet, still reserved, but much less so than before, with a fiery passion simmering under her exterior. A passion she intends to use properly, now that she’s been accepted to UA’s burgeoning Hero Course.

QUIRK

Short Quirk Explanation: Solid Bolt: Generates semi-solid constructs out of electricity.

OTHERS

Likes: Sweets, sour candies, training, nighttime, movies
Dislikes: Spicy food, bigotry, criminals, overprotective atmospheres
Fears:...That's a secret.

My Hero Academia: Chaos Age | Open

Best Girl Has Arrived

Hanakotoba Sayuri

Raijin

Pinkette

"It’s about to get loud in here.”

---

NAME

Hanakotoba, Sayuri

GENDER

Female (technically)

AGE

15 - 19/2

APPEARANCE

Sayuri is short, slim, and wiry, built more like a runner than anything else. She has slightly-longer-than-shoulder-length, dusty-rosé-colored hair and red-violet eyes, with soft, androgynous features, commonly hardened with an intense or angry scowl.
Height: 5’ 0”
Weight: 135
Fashion Sense: Wears dark colors mostly, to match with her favorite black leather jacket. Sayuri always, absolutely always, keeps tinted goggles on her person.
Distinguishing Features: Mildly luminescent red-violet eyes. Dusty rose-colored hair.

PERSONALITY

On the surface, Sayuri seems shy and quiet. She seldom speaks, seldom even raises her voice. However, she’s an incredibly intense person, underneath the facade. She feels her emotions quite deeply, passionately, and tends to follow her heart more than her head. At the same time, she’s very observant; an advantage granted by her near-silent presence. She does have a tendency to let her emotions run away from her, a fact which she is trying to reconcile.

Between her silence and her intensity, she can come across as quite unnerving to most. But that passion is a great benefit to anyone who earns her trust and gets her to open up.

HISTORY

Sayuri Hanakotoba was born Haru Sakimoto, to Akihiko Sakimoto, a proud, strict father. Said father was a former Yakuza head, leaving as the group became more and more Quirk-prevalent, who wanted a son to follow in his footsteps. What he got, however, was a freak of nature, or so he said. Things started out problematic when his child was born with a shock of rose-colored hair. While suspicious on its own, Akihiko was willing to give their heir the benefit of the doubt. That is, until their fourth birthday, when they accidentally destroyed a television with a freak electrical surge. That was all the proof Akihiko needed- his son was a freak, a monster, one of the Quirked that had caused so much chaos in the world since they exploded onto the world stage. And from then on, he resolved to do something about it.

Sayuri’s life was a living hell from that point on. Forced to keep her powers under control at all hours, suppressed deep down inside, for fear of reprisals. Beatings were a weekly matter. Sometimes daily, as Akihiko tried to beat the “freakiness” out of his son, to get him to lock it down so far inside himself that it would never emerge again. Things came to a head when Sayuri was nine years old, experiencing yet another surge of her powers, trying desperately to cover it up. She failed. And Akihiko reached his breaking point, swearing that if his child couldn’t be normal… that he was better off dead.

...Things were a blur after that. All she remembers is the police arriving to find her, half-blind and beaten half to death, next to the twitching, unconscious form of her father, half-dead himself from some sort of freak electrical accident. Regardless, given her condition, Sayuri was taken away, her father arrested, and life as she knew it upended entirely.

Amid the trials and tribulations that were to follow, Sayuri was placed in a foster home- the household of Ren and Ami Hanakotoba. At first she was quiet, almost to the point of being mute. She didn’t feel she belonged, and did not want to intrude on the family unit. Moreover, she didn’t know what a healthy family unit looked like. That was, however, until she found out that Ren Hanakotoba himself had a Quirk. As a result, Sayuri was taken under his wing, and the use of her Quirk was brought under control with his careful tutelage. This wasn’t without its drawbacks. Ren himself was a bit of a vigilante- a pastime that rubbed off on Sayuri a little more than either would have liked. But it was a start- a path to healing.

Sayuri is a much different person now; still quiet, still reserved, but much less so than before, with a fiery passion simmering under her exterior. A passion she intends to use properly, now that she’s been accepted to UA’s burgeoning Hero Course.

QUIRK

Short Quirk Explanation: Solid Bolt: Generates semi-solid constructs out of electricity.

OTHERS

Likes: Sweets, sour candies, training, nighttime, movies
Dislikes: Spicy food, bigotry, criminals, overprotective atmospheres
Fears:...That's a secret.

Primordial Uprising - [Kaiju & Monsterverse-Inspired RP]

...You know what this Kaiju roster needs?

Lightning.

One Piece: The Scarlet Pirates (Reboot!) [Chapter 1 END]

@Stern Algorithm

Amazing~

One Piece: The Scarlet Pirates (Reboot!) [Chapter 1 END]

@Stern Algorithm @Noodles

"Black Wolf" Coyote

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Coyote was shocked out of his semi-daydreaming state by a voice calling to him from one of the ships he'd been standing near. He glanced at the ramshackle little thing, eyeing it up and down critically. He wasn't anticipating a battleship, really, but still, it was... sub-optimal. Still, it looked better than some of the things he'd gotten over the Red Line with. And at least this lady was nice enough to greet him first. And that Jolly Roger meant he wouldn't have to worry about them trying to turn him in, assuming they recognized him.

Plus- and this was only a small part of it- they had a doggy. A nice big doggy, actually. Huge. Just sitting there on the railing, comfortable as you please.

Adorable.

He filed that thought away for now, raising a hand to the woman on the deck of the ship.

"Hoy, he called up cheerfully, "much obliged, but perhaps I can start negotiations with you first? My name is Kurt, and I'm looking for passage to the Grand Line. If you're not planning on crossing over yourselves, then just a jaunt to Loguetown would be good enough. I'd be willing to compensate you and your crew fairly for your generosity."

My Hero Academia: Chaos Age | Open

Found ya, bitches.