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One Piece: The Devil's Due (Always Accepting!)

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With no real way to decline the invitation for drinks Annabelle found herself at one of the many bars in the Red District. Though this one seemed to be mostly populated by those who worked for Regal. Which made the red head more than nervous. She didn’t want to be here of all places, and certainly not with Damien who seemed all too happy to see her again. There was no way the dark haired male knew what she was planning. She kept her plans to herself, hidden from the boy she called her best friend. If it had gotten out that Annabelle was planning to overthrow Albert in some way, and Damien knew about it, he would have been in just as much trouble as she would have been. So the thoughts never became words. She was eventually even more glad she had never articulated her plans when Damien joined the ranks of Albert’s Brutes.

She was snapped out of her thoughts by Damien placing a drink in front of her and snapping in her face. ”You sure still space out just as much as you did before you left, glad to see not much has changed.” His teasing smile was almost comforting to Annabelle, almost. ”So Belle, what exactly are you doing back. I was pretty sure when you left I was never going to see you again. Not that I am complaining of course.”

Annabelle fiddled with the mug in front of her. Damien knew she didn’t drink but it must have slipped his mind, or maybe he thought she had picked up the habit in her years away. ”Just, checking in. Had a few things to check in on, unfinished business and all that. Just here a few days, then I am leaving again.” She managed to give him most of the truth hoping he wouldn't pick up on her not telling him the full thing, but when she looked at him he seemed to believe her.

”So your first step wasn’t to tell your best friend you are back for a bit. I’ll have to convince Gabe to take my watches.” He feigned offense and chugged his drink, signaling for another one, which was quickly brought.

Several hours of talking later Annabelle had managed to give him a complete rundown of her ‘adventures’ while she was away. Leaving out the parts that would potentially clue him in that she was the gun for hire Deadeye. He knew she was good with a firearm but she had always left out the fact that she killed people for money. She was sure Damien was still convinced she was simply wielding the weapon for self defense, which, once again, was only partially the truth.

When had Annabelle started to hide things from Damien? There was a time when she told the boy everything. When they were in the orphanage together and he was the closest thing she had to family. I had to be when she started taking jobs that were less than savory. Now telling him half truths was second nature. Even more so now that he worked for Albert. Would Damien be loyal to her or Albert if he ever found out the real reason she was back? It was a question she was terrified to find out the answer to, but for now she could use him. At least running into him had some benefits, she could ask about the state of Albert’s men and she was sure he would never suspect a thing. The switch to ‘work mode’ was easy. Treat Damien like any other person she got close to in order to get information. She could feel guilty about it later.

The conversation went late into the night and Damien got more than wasted. Annabelle left the male passed out at the table and slipped out, walking back to the Inn she got a room at. She felt like she was being watched. She hated that feeling, she was usually never wrong about it, but she needed to do her best to not give any indication she knew she was being watched. Was someone tailing her? Was she just paranoid? She quickened her pace only slightly when she was within eyesight of the Inn, entered swiftly and went up to her room. She couldn’t shake the feeling, and when she rounded the corner from the walled off doorway she froze, realizing exactly why she felt like she was being watched.

”Hello Deadeye, so nice to finally make your acquaintance.”

I'ʟʟ Bᴇ Tʜᴇʀᴇ Fᴏʀ Yᴏᴜ | Hɪɢʜ Cᴀsᴜᴀʟ

Okay. I think I finally managed to put some things into words.

Isabella Regal

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Marina Diamandis| b11226
“If someone does not want me it is not the end of the world. But if I do not want me, the world is nothing but endings.”
^___ ― Nayyirah Waheed

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| NAME |

Isabella Regal

Isa, Bella, Bell

| DATE OF BIRTH |

January/ 31 (Aquarius)

| AGE |

24

| GENDER |

Female

| SEXUALITY |

Hetero

| RELATIONSHIP STATUS |

Very happily single

| PLACE OF BIRTH |

Colorado, Springs

| APPEARANCE DETAILS |

HEIGHT:5’3
WEIGHT:130
HAIR:Black
EYES:Amber
SKIN TONE: Light skinned
CLOTHING STYLE: Isabella wouldn’t say she has a specific style, she can be seen in anything from sweat pants and a baggy T to high fashion white tie clothing, as well as anything from vintage housewife clothing to modern grunge. Just depends on how she feels on a specific day or where she plans on going.
OTHER: Her face and shoulders are lightly freckled. A Semicolon butterfly tattoo and a floral tattoo to cover up some scarring from when she was younger.

| PERSONALITY |

Isabella can come off as shy and introverted, at least when you first meet her. She doesn’t talk much and just seems to let things play out. However, when you actually get to know her she is more of an ambivert, good luck getting her to stop talking if she views you as someone she trusts. She is deeply caring, never wanting anyone to feel unwanted or unloved. She is quick to stand up for others but often forgets that she deserves to not be walked over just like everyone else.

She can sometimes come off as untrusting and stand-offish at first. Especially when she is trying to figure out if someone is worth being a part of her life. She is careful not to end up in a similar situation she managed to escape.

| LIKES |

~Books, she is often seen reading in her free time.
~Animals, she has been known to take home a plethora of strays
~Music, something she uses often to calm herself down or hyper herself up, she loves to sing when she is alone (Or thinks she is)
~The Beaches, especially reading on the beach, she isn’t too fond of the water but she loves to take a chair and an umbrella to the beach and just read.
~TTRPGs, something she doesn’t share with most people but she loves being able to escape to a fantasy world and pretend to be a badass hero.
~Experimenting with fashion, she likes to push the envelope and what she can get away with in public.
~Rainy days, she loves overcast and rainy days since they are perfect for staying home and reading, or even sometimes taking her stuff to the beach (when it’s not down pouring) and reading.

| DISLIKES |

~Being ignored, she hates when people talk over her, it makes her feel small and unwanted.
~Her family and anything to do with her “old life”, she moved to get away from them so she doesn’t like talking about them.
~Being crowded, she likes talking to people but she hates being in the center of a group, often preferring to hang on the outer limits just in case her social battery dies.
~Bigots or people trying to force their opinions on others.
~Overly hot days, she hates sweating and prefers to stay inside when days get too hot.

| HABITS |

~She ALWAYS stops to pick up stray animals if she can, especially in dangerous areas. Doesn’t matter if it makes her late for something she must rescue the baby.
~People watching when in public places if she doesn’t have a book on her.

| FEARS |

~Her family and especially her ex finding out where she moved to.
~Claustrophobia, small or crowded spaces freak her out. Crowded elevators are a nightmare for her.

| BACKGROUND (Abuse and manipulation trigger warnings)|

Isabella was born Ashely Harrison. She grew up in a home that honestly, didn’t care about her. She was the youngest of 3 children and as such was generally forgotten, until someone was angry. She was the result of an affair between her mother and an unknown man, and ultimately the reason her parents split, at least that’s what her mother and siblings told her. As a result she didn’t grow up with the best confidence. She was the punching bag of her household, sometimes quite literally.

The abuse, both mental and physical, resulted in her self harming and eventually, on several occasions, attempting to end her own life. It’s not a time she likes to talk about. So when she started dating a guy in HS and he suggested she move in with him when they graduated she took the opportunity to get away, little did she know it would be just as bad after they moved in together. The once sweet man she knew turned into a controlling jerk. He never laid his hands on her but he did control most aspects of her life, where she could work, where she could go to school, who her friends were, ect. She had nowhere to go, he controlled her money also. It wasn’t until a co-worker who offered to help her get out of the situation that she even realized what it was. That co-worker was her wake-up call. Her secret confidant, the one thing in her life she had a choice in. Her boyfriend had no clue.

Swiftly her and the co-worker had saved enough money for her to change her name and move states all in one quick motion. Ashley Harrison was no more, and now Isabella Regal lived in California, with a new number, a new address and a new life. One she intended to do better with. She started going to therapy where she was finally able to work on herself and discover her voice. Now, 4 years later she is doing better than she ever was before and still working on improving herself.

| MISCELLANEOUS |

~Isabella works as an editor at a publication firm and absolutely loves it.
~She has a failed foster Pit/Husky mix named Haller

I'ʟʟ Bᴇ Tʜᴇʀᴇ Fᴏʀ Yᴏᴜ | Hɪɢʜ Cᴀsᴜᴀʟ

Me realizing it's been a hot minute since I have actually needed to write out a personality...I know what I want but words are hard.

I'ʟʟ Bᴇ Tʜᴇʀᴇ Fᴏʀ Yᴏᴜ | Hɪɢʜ Cᴀsᴜᴀʟ

Sorry forgot I needed to post in another thread so I didn’t have a chance to do my sheet. I’ll do my best to get one up by tomorrow.

Also discord or no is fine

One Piece: The Devil's Due (Always Accepting!)

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Annabelle spent an hour or so wandering the Red District before deciding she should see if the condition of the Grey District was any better than it was when she left. She knew she was far more likely to get recognized in the poor residential district but she needed to cover all her bases to decide if she was still going to put together her plan. It was Slim but Albert could have potentially changed his policies in the time she was gone.

Stepping from the border of the Red District into the Grey was, as always, a stark contrast. The booming businesses of the Red District cut off abruptly and made way for a variety of buildings that were clearly meant to be homes, some in better condition than others. Those closer to the businesses were generally kept in better condition but they still looked significantly more run down than any buildings in the other districts. This district had been her home when she was a child, even when her parents were still alive and the separation of the districts had been faction related and not class related.

Annabelle walked down the scattered footpaths of the Grey District with her hood on and her head down. Very carefully avoiding the path that leads to her family home. She knew it was likely occupied by now but she had no interest in finding out who had taken over the place she once called home. Instead she headed toward the north side of the district, toward the building that had been designated as the orphanage. Though it was more just a building a bunch of parentless kids lived in if they wanted protection from the violence and wanted “free” food. Nothing was actually free on the island, if children wanted food they would have to work for it.

Approaching the building it wasn’t any different than she remembered, maybe a little more dirty but otherwise just the same. A small group of children played outside of the building chasing each other around. A very small smile graced her lips as she watched them play as if they didn’t have a care in the world. She had been standing there long enough thinking that she hadn’t noticed someone walk up and stand behind her. Not until the person cleared their throat. She jumped at the noise, not realizing that she was previously spaced out.

“You lost little lady?” An all too familiar voice came from behind her. Slowly Annabelle turned to face the man she once called her best friend. He was somehow taller than when she had last seen him, and he wore a knowing smirk. “Not many people fit your description Belle you couldn’t hide forever.” He said, pulling the hood off her head.

Annabelle quickly pulled her hood back up. “Only you would catch word that someone vaguely matching my description was spotted and not only assume that it was me but that you would find them here, Damien…” She muttered looking at the ground. Of all people, why did it have to be him? There was a time when Annabelle would be relieved to see her old friend, but that was before the boy who was the closest thing to family started working for the man responsible for the death of her parents.

“What’s the matter? Didn’t intend to stop and say hi while you were here?” He asked entirely unfazed by Annabelle’s words. He flung his arm over the much shorter girl’s shoulders and smiled down at her just like he used to. “How about we go to a bar and catch up, I am sure you have lots of stories from your time away. Are you back for good? I know Regal could really use some skill like yours.”

Annabelle has to stop herself from physically wincing at Albert’s name. Damien worked for the man and any negative perspective on Albert Regal was not tolerated. “Um, I’ll be here for a few days. I…I don’t intend to stay sorry.” She had to play nice, even if he made her physically uncomfortable to be around now. Even if he was one of Albert’s “Brutes”.

“Ah well, that still leaves plenty of time to catch up, cmon, I just got off my shift, let’s go get some drinks and share some stories.” He didn’t wait for her to respond and started leading her back toward the Red District. Her ears were ringing, this was what she was trying to avoid. Damien of all people was not who she wanted to run into. It was too late now though he found her and he was still convinced they were friends.

One Piece: The Devil's Due (Always Accepting!)

I am working on a post just trying to decide if I want to add conflict now or next post. We all knew it was comming, one can't return to their home island, especially one as reletivly small as Haster and NOT be recognized! Especially when one has fiery red hair and piercing blue eyes.

To answer in the order asked because it's easier for me. The animal I most associate Annabelle with is a hedgehog adorable sure but handle it the wrong way and you will get hurt. Unsuprisingly she also smells like gunpowder as well as smoke (think more campfire smoke not cigarette smoke), in the times she hasn't used her weapons in a while she smells much more earthy, like dirt and grass. Anna's typical thoughts are worry, money, job, panic, relax (she has to constantly remind herself to not worry about every little thing). Blood type is O, and her flower is the Bleeding heart. Annabelle baths quite often every day if she can help it though she only washes her hair once or twice a week. Her favorite season is Autumn though she likes Spring almost as much, she enjoys the changes both seasons bring. Annabelle absolutly loves spicy foods, the only flavor can't just be "heat". She dislikes foods that are too sweet, admitedly too sweet for her is most foods that aren't "naturally sweet" such as fruits. Too much sugar makes her teeth hurt. Annabelle's birthday is January 31st. She doesn't get much down time but when she does her hobbies are generally drawing/painting, she is actually pretty good at both.

I'ʟʟ Bᴇ Tʜᴇʀᴇ Fᴏʀ Yᴏᴜ | Hɪɢʜ Cᴀsᴜᴀʟ

Ill get a CS up this weekend

Adventure (A D&D 5E Game)

I looked at it but I didn't move anything. It was fine when I looked at it.

Adventure (A D&D 5E Game)

Aura has used her last "big girl" spell, hope it's not a waste. :P

Adventure (A D&D 5E Game)

Annoyed that the enemy seemed to ingnore her attempt to be reasonable Aura decided to attempt to end this a little quicker. She had no doubt that a fire spell wouldn't be as effective on the Lizard in Jormund's face but it was still her best bet at doing a decent ammount of damage to him in a short ammount of time. So with a huff Aura pointed her finger at Yosef and fired three rays of fire at him. "Hope you like a taste of your own medicine seeing as I have been more than reasonable up until now." She called, hoping Jormund would be able to handle being so close for a little while longer.

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Aura uses her last spell slot to cast Scorching Ray at Yosef (Since he is the one she hexed).

9 I am sure that misses :(
23 to hit, for 11 fire damage and 2 necrotic (Hex)
17 to hit, for 9 fire damage and 3 necrotic (Hex)
Total= 20 fire damage 5 necrotic damage (25 total but I feel like the fire damage is gunna be reduced so I broke it up XD)