@dragonmancer as long as you explain in detail what your abilities are at this point. I need to know can he partially mutate or fully morph? Does he breathe fire? Is it strong enough to destroy villages?(BTW that's OP'ed) Just explain in your character sheet what he can do and we'll go from there.
Well, I had the intention of joining another One Piece RP recently, but that appears to be dead. So instead, let's do some conversion!
Name: Dirk Messir
Appearance:
Height/Weight: 190 cm (6' 3"), 63 kg (139 lbs)
Age: 22
Personality: The primary facet of Dirk's personality is that he's... not quite right in the head. A lifetime of abuse has left him somewhat unstable - whilst he may tend toward intense stares and quiet whispers in public, and polite, reserved, even meek behaviour around those he considers his superiors, the mildest of provocation can set off a barrage of verbal slander against whoever has incited it, and even his thought patterns are somewhat warped, leading him to believe strange things and act in manners which, whilst not strictly unpredictable for those who know him well, are nevertheless absurd to behold. Most notably, he believes that he exists to fulfill some form of Divine Purpose, the exact specifics of which have yet to be realised by him, but he's quite sure he'll be able to figure it out soon now he's got some free time to do so.
That said, he does hold two truths of a more rational nature close to his heart: he misses his family, and he despises slavers, in particular the World Government officials who held him captive for the past several years. However, he avoids and almost fears direct conflict, having had the notion that resistance is useless beaten into him repeatedly, and so will not pursue either of these unless he can do so in a relatively safe manner, under which circumstances he will likely attempt to do so heedless of any pre-existing plans unless a very good reason why he shouldn't presents itself. Extrapolating from these, he also holds the bonds between family members to be sacred, and finds himself sickened at even the thought of their twisting for indecent purposes, such as parents abusing their children, or indeed of being broken entirely through separation of otherwise healthy relationships; it therefore stands that, in his mind, selling a child into slavery away from their parents is the most disgusting thing a person can do above all else, and he has decided in advance that if he ever finds somebody who does this, he will not rest until they lie dead at his feet, no matter how many people he has to sneak around to get to them.
Home Island/Sea: Lougetown, Polestar Islands
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 ten, 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 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 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 on to 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, a bright yellow-grey and shaped like a 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 twelve years, and made his way to nearby Lougetown 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 Lougetown as soon as possible if he wanted to continue enjoying his stint as a free man. Which brings us to current events... [further backstory will depend on what crew Dirk ends up in]
Fruit: No powers of his own, though he does have a Devil Fruit of an unknown sort in his possession. (We'll need to discuss this, @Ira.)
Fighting Style: Having been subjected to the Six Styles martial art across the span of his enslavement, Dirk claims to now be a master at it. In truth, he knows of the techniques, but not how they're actually done, nor does he presently have the sort of mindset needed to train for them on account of his long history of being stepped upon; thus, most of his "techniques" are just normal things humans can do, like punching, kicking, dodging, climbing things, and cheap shots where he can get them in. Indeed, he desperately avoids having to resort to direct combat unless he can't help it, and even then prefers to try and use others as meatshields until he can slip behind a target and backstab them with his kitchen knife if at all possible. He does have a couple of things going for him, however: Tough Nut - Many years of torture have left Dirk somewhat more difficult to harm than might be expected, and insensitive to pain regardless, meaning he is unlikely to care very much about blunt force blows unless they deal significant damage. That said, he does not possess the muscle to go along with his toughness, being less capable of injuring people very well than one might anticipate even for having been a slave. Stealth - In stark contrast to his lacking martial skill, Dirk is shockingly capable of disappearing when he wishes to, being more than capable of maneuvering around trained guards, dissolving into crowds, and sneaking up on people without their noticing. Most impressively, he seems to perform these feats almost by instinct, and yet he tends to disavow any claims that he is actually good at stealth, instead suggesting that his Divine Purpose is what has kept him alive and well in that sort of situation. Kami-E - Surprisingly, Dirk is capable of actually utilising one aspect of Rokushiki effectively: Kami-E is intended to make the user's body go limp, and thus avoid attacks instinctively, like a piece of paper in the wind, and Dirk has unexpectedly succeeded in honing this technique to help him avoid the Battler's attacks, amongst other forms of torture over the years. Combined with his physical resilience, he becomes surprisingly difficult to put down in the rare situations where he is actually forced to engage in a fair fight.
Ship Positions: TBD
Bounty: 0 Beli
I enjoyed your history . I think it's necessary for you to have a bounty. Even if you aren't strong , Dirk is a wanted man for killing a government official, not to mention robbing him too. As for the devil fruit. I need to what it is and what it does even if Dirk doesn't , that way me and @Renny can pass fair judgement on its strength.
The Sunny Massacre Pirates was founded by Marxo 3 yrs after almost joining his first pirate crew. He and his closest friend Nabil had stopped by a bar in town in the North Blue. They were approached by a younger woman and prompted to join but before being able to answer , the bar was bombarded by Marines. As they fought off most of the weaker ones a Lt. struck Marxo down. When he awoke he found his best friend was dead. The other pirates were being dragged away while he used a pile of rubble as camouflage.
On this day Marxo lost any humanity he had left. He vowed the person responsible would die. These just seemed like empty promises, not knowing who'd kill his friend so he took his anger out on those around him. Every village he passed through reeked of death as he slaughtered entire families. I didn't matter to him if you were Marine or not. No one deserved to live if Nabil couldn't . After a while other pirates came to fear and respect him. He began to pillage from other crews' , taking everything including members. The pirates dawned him "Massacre Marxo" and thus the start of the Sunny Massacre Pirates.
There is one downfall to being in this crew. Members seem to disappear without a trace. Some say Marxo killed them out of rage . Others say they just weren't strong enough to survive. Only Marxo knows the truth.
Captain : M a r x o 1st Mate : Open Chef : Open Musician : Open Shipwright : Open Navigator : Open
@Uno It just all depends on how you build your character. I don't think mines will do much fighting in the beginning. But I think I will be starting my own crew.
Personality: Marxo is quite calm and collected. He tends to speak in a very collective manner. Even in dire situation, he is always the one to keep his cool. He thinks it would better help the situation if he acts this way. It is often hard to make him made but not impossible. The most two major things that upset him are being turned down by females and running out of smokes. Other than that he remains almost monotone, from his voice, personality, and mindset. His persona is due to his past. Its almost like he has a split personality . His other half is a maniacal , senseless man with no disregard to human kind. His only interest in that time is seeing everything colored red with the blood of this enemies.
Home Island/Sea: St Laurants’ Isle,South Blue
History:
C L A S S I F I E D
Marxo is known by one other name only disclosed to higher-ups in the Marine Ranking. Although his crew doesn’t know of his last name , a few captains do. Vice-Admiral Laurant. The tyrant who single handedly caught more pirates than most his fellow marines. The story of his crew states that every crew he has constantly “dies”. In actuality, this was a story fabricated by the Marines in order to keep Marxo’s position a secret. To understand this you must first travel back to when Marxo first became a pirate.
Age 14
-Marxo was approached by the Marines for the crimes of desecrating an entire island. He was sent to trial and sentenced to life in Impel Down. After spending two years on the inside he’d decided pirate life wasn’t worth the trouble it came with. He then asked the Marines to secure a deal with him under the condition he’d never betray them . He believed in his strength so he asked to become a sleeper cell in pirate ranks. No one knew him as a Marine, only as the kid who killed his family and got away with it. His actual life would make the perfect cover up. The marines accepted his offer reluctantly and decided to keep the watchful eye of an Admiral on him.
For two years the Admiral trained him to be proficient in the art Jeet Kune Do , as well as Observation and Armament Haki, and the mastery of his fruit. Marxo became like a son to the man as well as a pupil. He helped him rise into the ranks as the youngest captain of age 18 . As most marines didn’t know his backstory(being covered up by their higher-ups) they accepted him as a prodigy. It was finally time to allow him a taste of freedom. It had been too long. He went from being trapped behind sea-prism stone walls to being brainwashed with the Esigna of Justice. All for some fresh air.
Age 18
As a free man (Marine) Marxo encountered many pirates crews. With the information the Marines purposely let slip he became a poster child for pirate recruitment. At first he’d play the role of the weakling begging to be under the wing of a strong pirate crew. He coaxed them to teach him the ways of being a pirate. Most crews never knew he had a devil fruit so it seemed the boy had just got lucky to escape the marines. This was a technique the Admiral liked to call trust-bond. He established one with Marxo after first meeting him taking him in as a son. He never let Marxo forget he was once a criminal though and if he ever had the thought of going down the same path , he’d have no problem instilling Justice onto Marxo.
It wasn’t long afterwards that he met the charismatic Nabil Valley on a sinking navy vessel out in open sea. What caught his intrigue the most was the rebellious appearance he held and the calm that seem insistent around him, even during that moment of imminent death. That was when Marxo decided to save him. Apparently Nabil was a pirate looking for a crew. He had hoped to find candidates on board the ship but instead found only ruffians and idiots. In the ensuing fight he lost his own small boat and irrevocably damaged the large one. From then onwards they traveled for a while, tempering a friendship through countless impossible situations. That was up until they landed on a small island and was invited onto a crew by a woman. What happened next would tear apart the five-year long friendship they had gardened.
Age 23
It all happened in a flash. At first the duo were talking to the Captain , and then the Marines attacked. In between Marxo had set off a secret alarm in his pocket. It had finally become time to catch Nabil. What better way to do so than to catch a pirate crew along with him.
The marines stormed the tavern leaving the young crew nowhere to run. Nabil began to fight his way out but was surprisingly struck down by his best friend of 5 five years. When asked why , Marxo repsonded, “ Justice Prevails Over All.” He then proceeded to drive a sea stone dipped scythe into the man’s heart , relinquishing the last of his humanity.
Marxo was born in the East Blue . His family had traveled to the South almost immediately after he was born. They settled on a deserted island and used the wildlife to live off of. His mother happened to be a master chef but not one of legend and lore. His father on the other hand was a hunter so this made the couple well adept to their surrounding. Within the first three years of Marxo’s life his parents had already tamed the island and renamed the newly cultivated place St. Laurant’s isle after his family. At 7 he was taught how to hunt alongside his father. it seem to come naturally to the boy. his first catch was a friendly panda shark whom his father told him to release back into the sea. After all his mother had no use for such meat.
At the age of 14 ,he met his first neighbors. They had also traveled from an island off in the distance. From first sight they seemed like nice people, but eventually more unwelcomes began to turn up. Marxo saw this as a good thing but his parents knew better. They decided to establish a hierarchy with Marxo’s family heading the pack. This was agreeable since they were the first one aboard the island, but one family had different plans. They wanted the St. Laurant’s lifestyle , or better yet their lives. So one day the cooked up a scheme to take out this new head family. Since the St. Laurants’ did all of the hunting and cooking the other family decided that taking the load off of them for a day would be the best way to trick the family. It seemed like a convenience to Marxo and his family so they gladly accepted the invitation. The other would hunt and prepare a monstrous feast for the now,small village and the heads of the village but inside of the meals that they could would be either sleeping or paralyzing powder. On the night Marxo was turning 15 . He could never forget this night. It would be forever burned into his mind. His parents had been gutted like fishes in front of his very eyes. They had received the sleeping powder while he the paralyzing one. He knew they never stood a chance but he begged and pleaded with the other family. They just smiled and kept cutting till his parents resembled carved turkey. He knew he’d be next.
Just as they made their way towards him , the powder began to wear off. He could feel the blood rushing in his hands, then to his arms , and legs. Next came the pain. Tears swelled up in his eyes , as he continued to play helpless. As soon as the family made its move he’d destroy them. The father began to untie his hands. The moment he felt free he took the chair his was once sitting in and slammed it across the man’s face. He then picked up a piece of broken wood the chair and ran it like a dagger straight thru his heart. He stared at the other two women with soul-less eyes. “Your next.”, he exclaimed as he rushed towards them both with the same piece of wood he’d taken the man out with previously. He stabbed the women repeatedly until he was satisfied and passed out from exhaustion.
A few hours later he awoke to find himself on a slave tradeship, along with his fellow neighbors. The boat was headed for the east blue. He would spend the next 2 years as a cook aboard a floating restaurant in the sea until his killer mentality got the best of him and he slayed the entire crew. Before deserting the emptied cafe he’d stumbled upon an odd fruit. Upon eating the fruit his body began to rumble. Marxo grabbed ahold a knife that began to tremble at unnatural speed. It then grew in size , becoming nothing short of a sword. He later came to find out it was the “Moa Moa no Mi” fruit. For the next two years he trained and study everything he could find about the fruit .He truly wants to learn how to fully control the fruit and manipulate it to help him become a pirate.
Fruit: Moa Moa no Mi: The Moa Moa no Mi is a Paramecia-class Devil Fruit that allows the user to amplify the size or speed of any object they touch.
More More Sanjubai Giri (モアモア百倍斬り Moa Moa Hyaku-bai Giri, literally meaning "More More Thirtyfold Slash"): enlarges a scythe to 30 times its original size while it's flying towards his opponent.
More More Jubai Soku (モアモア十倍速 Moa Moa Jū-bai Soku, literally meaning "More More Tenfold Speed"): increases speed to 10 times original speed,
More More Sanjubai Soku (モアモア三十倍速 Moa Moa Sanjū-bai Soku, literally meaning "More More Thityfold Speed"): increases his speed to 30 times his original speed.
Fighting style: Jeet Kune Do(Wing Chun)- not fixed or patterned, and is a philosophy with guiding thoughts. It was named for the Wing Chun concept of interception or attacking while one's opponent is about to attack. Jeet Kune Do practitioners believe in minimal movements with maximum effects and extreme speed. The system works by using different "tools" for different situations, where the situations are divided into ranges, which are kicking, punching, trapping, and grappling, where martial artists use techniques to flow smoothly between them.
Abilities/Race Traits: Kenbunshoku Haki, also known as Mantra (心綱（マントラ）, literally meaning "Mind Rope") , is a form of Haki that allows the user to sense the presence of others, even if they are concealed from view or too far to see naturally.
Armament Haki Armament Haki is a type of invisible, spirit-force, armor. When concentrated in one area the subject of its manifold turns black and sheeny, looking like obsidian. The most exemplary feat this kind of armament can employ is the ability to pass through devil fruit defensives. Logias included. Clashes between two armament users are usually decided by the strength of their resolve and physical abilities. Its not unnatural for someone with armament Haki to get beaten by someone leagues above them without the art.
Ship Position: Captain of the Sunny Massacre Pirates
The Sunny Massacre Pirates
The Sunny Massacre Pirates was founded by Marxo 3 yrs after almost joining his first pirate crew. He and his closest friend Nabil had stopped by a bar in town in the North Blue. They were approached by a younger woman and prompted to join but before being able to answer , the bar was bombarded by Marines. As they fought off most of the weaker ones a Lt. struck Marxo down. When he awoke he found his best friend was dead. The other pirates were being dragged away while he used a pile of rubble as camouflage.
On this day Marxo lost any humanity he had left. He vowed the person responsible would die. These just seemed like empty promises, not knowing who'd kill his friend so he took his anger out on those around him. Every village he passed through reeked of death as he slaughtered entire families. I didn't matter to him if you were Marine or not. No one deserved to live if Nabil couldn't . After a while other pirates came to fear and respect him. He began to pillage from other crews' , taking everything including members. The pirates dawned him "Massacre Marxo" and thus the start of the Sunny Massacre Pirates.
There is one downfall to being in this crew. Members seem to disappear without a trace. Some say Marxo killed them out of rage . Others say they just weren't strong enough to survive. Only Marxo knows the truth.
Captain : M a r x o 1st Mate : X e r x e s Chef : Open Doctor : M e l a n y Musician : Open Shipwright : Open Navigator : J a c k a l Sniper : Open
Marine Position: Vice Admiral Bounty:5,000,000 -For the Death and Desecration of an Entire Island -Deaths of a Cook Captain and crewmembers.
“ The world is mines to Change. Never stand in Ambitions way.” Name: Yami D. Frenz ( Former King Frenz)
Height/Weight:7’2”
Age:36
Personality: Yami is a bit of a wild spirit. He feels it’s necessary for the cause. The feeling of doing anything for the greater good of mankind resonated from the man. Some think him to be maniacal , due to his attitude to towards both pirates and marines. In order to stop this long standing war , both would have to parish. It would be the only was the world could live in peace..He thought of himself ...as a Revolutionary.
Home Island/Sea: Alabasta
History:
As a child Yami lived in the slums. He was constantly picked on by everyone else for his father’s misdeeds. At the age of five Yami witnessed his father kill his mother and then proceed to commit suicide. From om that moment he realized love was only a fathom of a dream. He was forced to live in the streets , using odd jobs to fill his stomach and empty trash cans as shelter at night. He was forced to live in such harsh conditions for a moment in his life. His eleventh birthday would be the day his life would take another drastic turn.
He met a youth by the name Yusei. He appeared to be sixteen. His eyes were a deep gray that swallowed the world before him. Yusei was currently standing on a street corner in the slums , spewing what seemed like nonsense about world change. At first Yami wanted to ignore the man, but something about the words he spoke resonated a feeling of modesty inside him. Yami stopped and listened to what the teenager preached. He seemed so knowledgeable . Yami wished to be like him but lacked the necessities for school, the main one being money. After Yusei finished his sermon he left as if he felt the job was complete.
Yami began to follow the man, ducking in and out of dark alleys and behind trashcans in order not to be noticed. This happened for a couple of days. During the sun-lit hours of the day Yami would listening to the boys’ words about change in Alabasta as well as the world. He spoke on how corrupt the kingdom had become since V.V’s reign had ended and how if the slums stood together as people they could overturn the government. The thought excited young Yami. During the night he’d follow Yusei as a shadow would its’ master.
The 4th night was a little different than most. Yusei decided not to take his usual stroll path. Instead headed towards Alubarna. This intrigued Yami as he’d never been to the capital. It made him wonder what kind of business Yusei could be conducting. He followed the teenager, hugging the shadows and deep trenches of the slums , until they reach the desert. Yusei then stopped and spoke, “ I’ve noticed you been paying a lot of attention to me young master. Are you curious or just plain stupid? Yami froze with fear. His mind raced with thoughts of how he’d been caught and possible escape routes. He arose from the shadows and replied in the strongest voice he could muster, “ I’m….I’m Yami….not stupid .” . He twiddled his thumbs as he stood awkwardly in front of his elder. “ I want you to…” Just as the words left his mouth two of the kingdoms guards’ interrupted. Yami had never encountered such strong and civilized people. His shook with fear as they approached the two boys. Yami knew they’d be prosecuted for trespassing outside of the slums.
The guards spoke , “ You kids know the rules. No trespassing on the King’s land. This offense is punishable by death. I think we’ll just lock you to up instead . Maybe the King can make good use of two young slaves.” Yami’s heart dropped at the thought of being a slave while Yusei turned and stared at the guards with an unconcerned look. “ I don’t have time for this. I’m going to say this once. Get the hell out of my way or parish.” His voice held such a commanding passion it dropped the soldiers where they stood. Yami also passed out , the cause being unknown. When he awoke , he noticed his setting had changed as well as his clothes. He’d previously been clinging to rags he’d had since 7. He was now covered in an all black robes and smelled of lavender. Yami opened his eyes completely to find himself surrounded by books.
“ A library ? What am I doing here?...Where’s Yusei?” There was a note on a table nearby.
It read:
‘ Dear Yami, I understood this may be a little fast paced for you. I never expected to have someone be interested in my conquest. To the point . You were asking me to teach you… Do you see the books around you? This is all of the knowledge I know , left to me by my mentor. If you want me to teach you I expect you to read every book in here. I’ll be back in 3 yrs. There’s plenty of food in the kitchen. Make sure to learn your way around the compound. Have fun. I know you’ve never lived in such luxury. After all I’ve been watching you since 7 . Just promise me you won’t leave this house and never let anyone inside.’
Yami committed the next three years of his live to the knowledge of the world. The books’ consisted of vast knowledge from the past as well as locations and descriptions of islands never traveled. He constantly wondered what kind of man Yusei’s mentor was. Had he wrote all this himself? Was he a historian ? Maybe he was a world government official. That thought made Yusei wince. His father had been an official. He tried to justify killing his wife as Divine Justice. Yami prayed that Yusei’s mentor wasn’t the same.
The three years passed without a warning. During this time Yami read most of the day and spent the nights working out. He figured he’d have to become stronger as well as knowledgeable. The books taught him everything from being a doctor and recognizing diseases to cooking 5- star gourmet meals. He practiced in order to impress Yusei. He wanted to show his mentor how much he’d grown since the last time they’d seen one another.
Yusei stormed the front gates in a fit of rage. A mushi den-den clasped in his right hand. He was speaking to someone , a lot older it seemed. “ Why are you leaving me behind again. What kind of mentor are you?”
The voice was mellow and frail as it came through the transponder . “ According to you , you have unfinished business in Alabasta. You can’t leave that boy on his own...Look I’ll be back in a while. Till then train the kid. I have something special for the both you when we return.”
“ Damn you Traligfar . Return as soon as possible.” The transmission ended. Yusei looked upon the ground before turning to Yami and flashing a warm smile. “ He wants me to train you. With that being said did you read all these books.
“ The last page of the last book is missing. You knew that already. You knew I could never finish your challenge.” At that moment Yusei pulled the page from inside his jacket pocket. “ You’ll have to fight me for it.” Yusei smiled once more and replaced the page snuggly in his pocket. For the next two years from sun up to sundown they fought, only resting to eat and study.
One day Yami came over a book entitled haki. It was vastly detailed the way to obtain the three powers. He then made Yusei promise to train him in the art of Observation and Armament haki. He achieve Conquerors on his own. Yusei agreed . He began to have Yami mediate instead of sleep at night . Yami saw this part of training as useless at first , but Yusei was training him to observe his surroundings . He than began to plot on ways to obtain the page. Half of the final years went by. Yami concentration was that of an owl’s . He could sense anything within a 30 mile radius. He felt Yusei as he creeped around the couch . A slide kick would come next. Yami had learned Yusei.
During the year he found that Yusei was trained in Wing Chun. Through the many battles and a couple books Yami trained himself to sufficiently counter Yusei. He jumped to avoid the kick and countered with one of his own. Yusei dodged left as Yami’s foot crashed through the floor. He’d become so such stronger in three years. This made Yusei proud. He relaxed for a minute. Yami noticed the opportunity. He extended his left hand towards Yusei’s chest and stopped at the lappel of his jacket. ‘ The one inch punch. He’ll never see it coming.’ He then reached inside the jacket and attempted to pull the page from inside. Yusei noticed the attempt. He would indeed succeed if his opponent hadn’t been Yusei. The adult swung and hard right into the boys’ chest. The hand was covered in what seemed like a black mist to Yami. He flew ,spiraling into the library wall.
Yami felt his ribs compress against his lungs as he gagged on blood. He was slowly fading out of conscienous as Yusei approach him. “ Overdid it didn’t I. Oh well you’ll be fine. It’ll make you stronger. These were the last word Yami heard before drifting off. Yusei peeled him from the canvas . He placed Yami onto the couch nearby. As he settled beside him and began to patch his wounds , Yusei noticed Yami was clutching on to something his his left hand. As it open it revealed a blood soaked page. “ Well I’ll be damned kid. Guess I have no choice but to show you what I did to you now….You win.”
A few weeks later Yami arose from slumber. From that point he and Yusei rehabilitated his body. After a month Yami was in well enough condition to begin Armament Training. The next five months would be dedicated to non-stop rigorous training. After the last month passed Yami seemed like a natural. A fist full of knowledge in one hand , the power to make a change in the other. He’d now be 17. On the night of July 3rd , Yusei decided he’d take Yami outside. It had been 6 years since the boy had seen the sun. After all the compound was underground. They were just to do a simple run for goods in the capital but it all things don’t go according to plans. They’d been caught by the King’s Squadron and framed for the murder of a high noble. As the guards began to place cuffs on the duo Yusei went into attack using himself as a distraction as Yami made an escape. He immediately returned to the compound and never return outside.
That was until about a year later. This would be the faithful day he met Trafalgar Law who’d be waiting on the doorstep. As soon as he was let inside he requested Yusei. Yami explained to him the sacrifice the young man had made in order to keep his promise to Law. Law sighed in disbelief . He couldn’t believe something like that could happen to someone so full of pride. “ Fine. I guess you're taking his place. But on one condition. You return here and change the Island. Do it for Yusei.”
Yami nodded with reluctance .He’d spend the next 5 years under the wing of a legendary pirate, but not before Law remembered the present he’d brought. There were two devil fruit wrapped in cloth. One seemed as bright as the sun itself. The other as dark as Yami’s hair. He instantly grew fond of the darker fruit . He bit into the black fruit and felt a power surge through him like never before . His body began to meld into the dark surface of his shadow. Yami felt like a cloud in the night sky. “ I’m glad you approve. You're going to spend the next 5 years honing every ability known to the Yami Yami Fruit .
6 years later
Yami returned to Alabasta to incite Revolution. He came as a storm of darkness that overwhelmed even the elite of Alabastian guards. As he cornered the King he could understand there wasn’t anything to bargain for. If change was to be made he’d have to do it himself. With this thought in mind and the death of his friend to avenge he decapitated the king and used his head to declare himself king of Alabasta. After all who would oppose him? His main focus became equality, making school free for all and evenly dispersing food. Money was longer and burden in the country because everyone was knowledgeable enough to balance finance. A couple years passed and Alabasta prospered just as Yami dreamed but He couldn’t help but feel that wasn’t enough. He’d changed a country. Maybe his impression was big enough to change the world.
Yami decided to pick a successor in order to travel the world and right the wrongs of the islands under tyranny . His goal was to unite mankind under one power.
Fruit:Yami Yami no Mi: a Logia-type Devil Fruit that allows the user to create and control darkness at will, making the user a Darkness Human.
Abilities/Race Traits:
Observation Haki Observation Haki is a Haki that grants a form of brief premonition. Its most common use is sensing the presence of others, danger, or ill intent. Some is capable of sensing emotions or empathizing with those severely hurt. Especially strong people can sense the level of strength in an opponent using this ability. Some drawbacks to this is that motives or attacks that are random at its core can blind the ability. Others are that being swallowed by a sentient being can hide one’s presence as well. Also a loss concentration can create a gap to be abused.
Armament Haki Armament Haki is a type of invisible, spirit-force, armor. When concentrated in one area the subject of its manifold turns black and sheeny, looking like obsidian. The most exemplary feat this kind of armament can employ is the ability to pass through devil fruit defensives. Logias included. Clashes between two armament users are usually decided by the strength of their resolve and physical abilities. Its not unnatural for someone with armament Haki to get beaten by someone leagues above them without the art.
Conquerors Haki Is the rarest of the three Haki. Unlike Armament and Observation which can be taught to anyone, the Conquerors Haki is only alive in one out of several million people. This Haki allows one exert their will onto others. Commonly use to subjugate weaker foes or masses of people. The effectiveness of this depends on the different in strength between the person using Haki and person(s) the user is trying to knock out. It said that when two users of this Haki clash, their will are manifested in the form of a weighty pressures and intense breath of air. Another advantage is the eerie ability to tame savage animals and beasts.
Fighting style: Wing Chun / MMA
Position: Lone Wolf / Leader of the Hanran kakumei(Revolt Revolution)
Bounty:3oo,ooo,ooo for overthrowing the Government of Alabasta.
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Name: Ryuma Zenki
Appearance:
Height/Weight:5’9 / Unknown
Age:30
History: Classified.
Fruit: n/a
Abilities/Race Traits: Observational Haki, Armament Haki
Fighting style: Kenpo:is a martial art characterized by the use of quick hand strikes in rapid succession. The multitude of fast strikes has a dual purpose, perhaps overwhelming an opponent, while attempting to ensure that at least some strikes effectively hit their target
Ship Positions: Marine Captain of the 25th Division.
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