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If you don't mind I would like to reserver this color For my character. I am trying to decide between two architypes right now so I am going to wait to see what types of characters others post first.
Keeping her head down and her hood up she departed from the ship she had taken to the island and walked down the streets of the Red District. It seemed in the years since she left many businesses had changed. Likely unable to pay the “protection fee” that Albert and his goons enforced. The Inn she remembered being near the White District was no longer there so she wandered around a bit looking for a different one. It didn’t take too long for her to find one suitable. It was closer to the Grey District than she wanted but it seemed most Inns were in the area between the docks and the district she once called home.
“Seems more like a bar than an Inn but it will do I guess.” Annabelle muttered to herself as she entered the establishment. She walked up to the single person that appeared to be working here. “Excuse me, do you have an open room?” She questioned the older man with shoulder length salt and pepper hair. She didn’t recognize this man, he certainly wasn’t a local. He was too…pristine to be one of the hardened criminals who originally inhabited the island.
“Ah, you are in luck, I happen to have one room left. Right next to the one I call my one.” He winked at her, and she had to stop herself from rolling her eyes at him. Seems he fits in just well with the island personality wise at least.
The redheaded woman faked a smile. “That’s fantastic.” She couldn’t stop her voice from sounding sarcastic. “I suppose it will do. How much?” She asked him almost reluctantly. The man seemed to eye the larger firearm that was jutting out from behind her. It seemed he caught the sarcasm and her general lack of interest. She wasn’t shocked by it, someone who ran an establishment like this would likely be rather good with people.
After what seemed like an eternity of eyeing her he finally gave her a price, one Annabelle was sure he had raised for her attitude. She paid it without batting an eye and the man seemed to lose interest all together. Likely he jacked up the price to get her to try to barter with him but when she clearly wasn’t having it he frowned, handed her the key to her room and turned away from her without another word.
The sharpshooter took the key and walked toward where the man had gestured, assuming that was the direction of the rooms. She found her room fairly quickly and entered, immediately opening the window just enough for Jazz to be able to squeeze in and out, and jammed the window so it would take a bit of force to open it any more. The bird quickly joined her in the room and found a spot to perch himself.
“This might be harder than I thought, Jazzy boy.” She muttered to the bird who cocked his head to the side. Anna was never sure how much the bird understood but he was smart, he picked up on what Annabelle wanted him to do rather quickly even if he didn’t actually understand the words coming out of her mouth.
“Guess I should get started, I only have a couple days to gather as much information as I can. Maybe I should start with Palace security? No…I should try to get a feel for the people first, who are unhappy with the current rule and who are not.” Once again the bird simply turned his head to one side and Annabelle just shook her head. “Just, stay here. I don’t need people realizing Deadeye is in town.” She pointed to the bird and then to the room in general. She could easily close the window and lock him in the room but she didn’t want to cut off extra means to escape should the bird need to leave quickly.
After taking a moment to hide her more valuable things around the room, including her rifle, she headed out of the Inn and back onto the streets. If she was going to wander the Red District unbothered now was the best time, when the sun went down, it got…chaotic. Something she would rather avoid with her limited close combat knowledge.
In the four years since Annabelle left Haster the town seemed to have expanded a bit. The Red District was much more cramped than it had previously been. It seemed that despite the high price to start up a business many of the unsavory types had managed to do so. She would have to be much more vigilant. There is no telling who would decide to pick a fight with her for no reason, or just in general try to mug her. The Red District was a dice roll when it came to interactions with people. Sometimes all would be fine but you look at one person the wrong way and everything could quickly flip. As long as she avoided eye contact and stuck to subtly eavesdropping on conversations she would likely be fine. As long as nobody recognized her that is. It wasn’t like she left on bad terms but she would honestly just like to avoid having any sort of ‘reunion’ with anyone. In and out, a couple days recon, then she would be back to traveling and saving money. That’s what she kept telling herself at least.
I will try to get post up by the end of tomorrow. I likely won't be able to get one done today. I have DnD and then my sister is getting induced later tonight so I get to go sit at a hospital for goodness knows how long tonight and I hate writing on my phone. Should be less crazy tomorrow but depends on how long I am at the hospital.
As for my first One Piece OC and PR character Annabelle is actually both of those things. She has had many itterations through the years, though up until this version of her she had a Devil Fruit. And she was usually less trama riddled, also she was usually a member of a pirate crew and not a free roaming gun for hire. My character bank actually still has a past version of her since I haven't updated it yet. So if you wanna look and prolly cringe go for it. XD I liked the character concept but she needed some work to especially be a stand alone type character. I love imporving characters over the years.
As for my first One Piece OC and PR character Annabelle is actually both of those things. She has had many itterations through the years, though up until this version of her she had a Devil Fruit. And she was usually less trama riddled, also she was usually a member of a pirate crew and not a free roaming gun for hire. My character bank actually still has a past version of her since I haven't updated it yet. So if you wanna look and prolly cringe go for it. XD I liked the character concept but she needed some work to especially be a stand alone type character. I love imporving characters over the years.
Slice of life, Friends style thread, color me interested.
How long had it been since Annabelle had left Haster Island? She had to think harder than she should have to recall when she left the Island she once, reluctantly, called home. Four years? It had to have been somewhere close to that. Maybe five? She wasn’t sure, but there it was, just visible on the horizon. The dual lighthouses that flanked the cove housing the docks shone brightly in the night, as they always have. It would still be several hours until the ship she had bought passage on arrived on the Island. The trip had been a long one and her only option was to attempt to convince a bunch of pirates to let her join them on their trip to Haster. Trade ships very rarely made stops at the Island and she knew nobody savory wanted to go there, so the likelihood of her being able to buy passage from them anyway was slim to none.
“Oi girly, why you headed to this Island anyway, you a bounty hunter?” One of the crew members of the ship slid over to stand behind her watching the lights from the shore in the distance flicker. Annabelle was certain this man was the first mate, but she had never really taken the time to get to know any of the crew. She mostly stuck to herself and they seemed content to let her do so, as long as she helped out a little and or stayed out of the way.
“Something like that, I guess.” She muttered not really wanting to elaborate more. From the corner of her eye she could see the man’s one eyebrow furrow. It seemed the other was too heavily scarred for the hair to grow back. Luckily for him, whatever injury he had sustained seemed to have missed his eye. The red-head wondered how she had almost missed that detail. Maybe it was because other than the singular eyebrow and the mustache he was virtually hairless.
The man opened his mouth to say more but Annabelle moved away from him before he could get anything out of his mouth. She was aware he could follow her if he really wanted but he seemed to become distracted with Jazz. The raven had been perched on the railing beside her and hadn’t bothered to move when she did. Seeming to continue to watch the island get closer and closer.
Several Hours Later
Annabelle was woken to the sound of a bell ringing. She had been on enough ships to know that meant they were about to start docking. She didn’t remember falling asleep but apparently the easy rocking of the ship had lulled her to sleep. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes she headed to the deck of the ship where the crew was going through the docking procedures. Annabelle stayed out of the way as they worked, seeming to have conversations about all the things they planned to get up to on Haster Island.
Blue eyes landed finally on the port of Haster Island. She dreaded stepping foot back on her home island. What if she wasn’t able to leave? What if she was stuck here again? A shiver ran up her spine at the thought. She turned her attention to who she thought was the captain of the ship. Despite spending so much time on it she had honestly not thought to find out the name of the ship and its crew. She briefly looked up at the Jolly Roger for any clues. The only thing that would give her any sort of clue was the singular eyebrow on the face of the skull. Was the man from last night the Captain? Was she that confused? She scanned the crew once more and quickly spotted the man she had briefly spoken to last night. He was strikingly similar to the man she had assumed was the captain. Twins? Brothers? She wasn’t totally sure but one thing was for sure. The man who appeared to be the captain seemed to have deliberately shaved his left eyebrow, whereas the other man had scarring on his right eyebrow. She furrowed her brow at the choice but shook her head eventually and walked toward the Captain.
“E-excuse me. How long are you planning on staying on Haster? I could use a lift off as well.” Her voice was soft and seemed to be drowned out by the sound of the crew working.
“What was that? I didn’t quite hear ya, speak up.” The man replied when he finally realized the red-head was standing beside him.
Annabelle sighed and repeated her question once more, louder this time and more confidently, to ensure she was heard.
“Ah, we will be here a few days, headed to that Sun place next, though we will be makin a few stops on the way.” He replied as the ship was fully docked. “Yur welcome to hitch a ride for the same price, but we won’t be waitin for ya.”
All things considered these pirates weren’t too bad, they at least left her alone so if she could get off the island the same way she came it would make things easier. Nodding she spoke again, “Fine, I will pay you at cast off, if you won’t wait I am not pre-paying.” There was more confidence in her voice now. Knowing she would have a way off as long as she didn’t miss them made things a lot easier.
With that knowledge she quickly gathered her things and whistled to Jazz to join her. The bird flew down from the crow’s nest and landed on her shoulder as she walked off the ship and stepped onto Haster Island. ‘Alright, time to see how things are going here, hopefully nobody recognizes me.’ She thought as she walked through The Red District to an Inn that bordered The White District. It would be more expensive to stay but at least it would be filled with less trouble, as long as she didn’t get mistaken for one of the working women in the area.
... why did I do this?
I will probably get a post up in the next couple of days. It's spring break so I have all the time in the world since I don't/can't work. Working in schools is fantastic. XD
Character Description
Get paid, do the job, get out, hope I didn’t draw attention
Annabelle was an orphan on her island, one of many, too many if she were honest. A bloody civil war when she was young left many children without one or both of their parents. It seemed nobody won this war, well, nobody but the man who now sat on his self proclaimed “throne” and bullied the weakened citizens. The same man who promised to change the island for the better. Turns out he simply meant to change it for the better for nobody but himself and the brutes that worked for him. It was early in life that Anna made the promise to herself that she would get off the island by any means. She was desperate for a better life for herself, to the point where she would quite literally do anything for it. She would do just that, stooping to killing for money and becoming quite good at it. She made a name for herself as a sharpshooter for hire after she finally escaped the hell hole that was her home island.
Character Goals
One might notice that Annabelle has some heavy influence from Nami in terms of backstory. She is one of, if not my favorite female character in all Shonin type anime. I wanted to explore something similar if not a bit more…intense? While still having my own personal touch and allowing me to explore other avenues, then “main character good guy pirate saves girl and town from bad guy”.
Annabelle is by nature deeply untrusting and scarred. The circumstances of her upbringing have shaped her into the person she is. She is aware not everyone's the same and the people from her home island but unwriting the things she learned at a young age is difficult and time consuming to do. This of course makes Annabelle a rather…awkward individual when not in “business mode” as she fights with her instincts and mind. My hope in introducing Annabelle is to provide a thru line. A character that everyone might have some sort of interaction with at some point, be it good or bad, brief or long standing. While also providing the writer with plenty of space to grow and develop the character.
Character Notes:
Organization:Independent (Potentially joining an established organization later in the story)
Position: Gun for Hire
Starting Sea: West Blue
Other: Contacting Deadeye, the gun for hire is difficult but not impossible. Rumor has it the sharpshooter has a peculiar raven that follows them around. A distinct white and black pied bird, find the bird and you will likely find the sharpshooter at the nearest Inn or hotel.
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The barrel of Annabelle’s pistol dug into her side as she sat at a bar enjoying a drink. She should have left the thing in her room where she had also left her rifle mask and other items. She would have if not having one of her weapons on her didn’t make her nervous. In certain circles she was the decently well known sharp shooter and gun for hire Deadeye, so she would rather be armed just in case, by some chance someone recognized her. It was slim to none that it would happen but she was paranoid by nature despite constantly reassuring herself that the likelihood of getting attacked in public was almost zero.
The redheaded female had finished a job recently and had sent Jazz, her raven, with a letter tied to his leg to her client informing them the job was done. She wasn’t sure why the bird had followed her off of Haster island several years ago when she finally managed to stow away on a departing ship but she was always silently glad for the bird’s company. Though she half expected him to just never come back one day and if that day ever came she wasn’t sure if she would be worried or relieved.
“Another round ma’am?” The bartender pulled Annabelle out of her thoughts and her blue eyes landed on the woman who had been providing her with a steady stream of drinks for the past hour.
“Ah, no, I think I am okay, thank you.” She muttered, sliding the now empty mug across the counter where it was quickly scooped up and taken into the back room where Anna had seen glimpses of other people working every so often when they passed the doorway. She could hear laughter coming from a nearby table and dared to steal a peek at the other patrons of the bar this late at night. Nobody was too impressive, mostly just your regular working class, though she did spot a couple lower ranking Marines at a corner table and quickly averted her eyes. She had to mentally assure herself that the Marines cared little about her or Deadeye, the hired gun had never taken a job that targeted anyone important in the world government. She had no interest in getting caught up in the politics of that. She was content to simply settle the squabbles of rich idiots so long as they kept paying her.
After a moment of composing herself she stood from her stool at the bar, placing the money for her bill on the counter as she did so and turned to leave. Though it seemed her movement drew the attention of the Marines as one of them sauntered over to block her exit, clearly drunk.
“Heeeey pretty lady, care to join a couple of men in uniform for a fun night?” The man slurred at her as he stood in front of her.
Of course this man was one of those Marines, the kind that was convinced the uniform was the ultimate way to get women. “N-no thank you, I need to get home and feed my…cat.” Annabelle muttered attempting to sidestep the man, mentally slapping herself for stuttering.
This, of course, did not deter the man in front of her. He sighed and leaned closer to her, causing her to take a step back to maintain her personal bubble. “Aww, come on, the kitty cat can wait, right?”
She was torn between the two reactions her brain told her to take. One was to simply pull out her pistol and threaten the man, and the other was to attempt to disengage non-violently. Luckily for her, or maybe luckily for him, the bartender stepped in on her behalf. “Wesker the lady said no thank you, how many times do I have to tell you to leave my female patrons alone.” She seemed annoyed, it seemed this type of thing happened often.
The man’s attention was quickly directed to the bartender and he thankfully sidestepped Annabelle and headed toward the women, muttering something about her being jealous. Anna had stopped listening the moment his attention shifted and she darted out the door and into the crisp night air. She took a deep breath, shoved her hands in her pockets and started walking to the docks. She liked watching the ocean at night, it was peaceful. She could sit on the edge of the docks for hours just listening to the waves and that is exactly what she intended to do.
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