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Current "An apology is a promise to do things differently next time, and to keep the promise." - Ging Freecss
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“If you want to find the secrets of the universe, think in terms of energy, frequency and vibration.” ― Nikola Tesla
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“I think and think for months and years. Ninety-nine times, the conclusion is false. The hundredth time I am right.” – Albert Einstein
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“Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.” ― Rumi
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“Stand in the ashes of a trillion dead souls, and asks the ghosts if honor matters. The silence is your answer.” ― Javik
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@JmerlRobot The character has a few flaws but nothing I can't work with. I'll have to discuss his approval with @Ira but I'll see. @RyoRyoRyoken has a good point about his devil fruit ability, something I was going to bring up myself. You'll have to clarify that he has to have contact with said plant to imbue it with Armament Haki.

Besides that I see that he has a limited Observation Haki that basically does what normal Observation Haki does. Give him a smaller radius of notice than others. A significantly smaller area. I think that would be a pretty good drawback for him. Don't forget this, it will be an important trait that makes him who he is if we decide to accept him.
@LokiLeo789
Come on over to the Red Hood side.

Yay for character development! \o/
RED HOOD PIRATES




Bogard D. Sunny x Loguetown x Obtaining a Bloody First Mate
@Ira @CannedBread @BCTheEntity @Hillan @RyoRyoRyoken @Tmitche23 @j8cob


Kanki died but not before rampaging and taking down a lot of the marines in the process. Bullets had flew through the Fishman riddling his flesh with messy holes. He held a bundle of marines in his hands, some was hung around him like thick vines, as he died. A current of electricity arced off of him and into the white and blue crowd. He fell back onto his side with a few hundred pounds of bodies surrounding him. The blue lightning bolted through the crowd again, the last remains of his body’s natural weapon firing in excess.




Bogard’s cloak of red whiplashed in front of him; repelling lead bullets from touching him with inhuman speed and reflexes. Below him he could hear Dirk’s claims. The resulting screams afterwards would prove them true. I knew there was something interesting about him.

It was a blue flash and a tingling in the air that drew his attention towards a staid mound of bodies. It was pretty large hill of blue and white, of splotches and stains of red that was dyed within them, and… and of a broad sickly green form beneath it all. Disbelief crept into his heart, followed by a anger and rage that was tempered with the marines below, begging for his attention. Their bullets were rude, unknowing, insensitive friends to his grief-worthy news. And it enraged him.

“Red-Red Branch Art,” bellowed Red Hood as he looked for vengeance in excess.

His cloak whipped away the last remains of the bullets that would have hit him before thinning and rocketing off into the hostile crowd. It burst through the first marine, fracturing the ground and spouting grey dust into their midst with the impact behind it. Red Hood could see the tendril of red sliding through his flesh. Within the span of two seconds branches of red punctured, gashed, and impaled the marines nearby from that singular line.

A warm, horrendous rain fell onto the street. The blood of the countless marines fell from their uplifted bodies, their groans echoing darkly. A deep red, a beautiful red was in front of him now.

He felt his heart palpitate, his breathing heave deep but quiet. “Seventeen of your marines for the life of one of mines. That seems fair to me.” he muttered, eyes shifting towards the harbor.

His red cloak slithered from out the numerous marines, through the first victim, and back to him. He donned it once more, immersed his features in its hood and frowned, the gold of his eyes warning the now frightened survivors.

While they tried to wrap their heads around what they just saw, Bogard used his devil fruit abilities to high-tail it towards the port. The cloak’s tail ends stretched beneath his foot falls in mid-air, acting as bridges to the next roof if it was too far.

Bogard pulled the mini transponder snail from his pocket. The poor creature had been killed in his rage; it laid in his palm mushed and straightened to a thin, gruesome line. He threw it to the ground with a growl and instead started out to find Jax himself.

“Damn it all, Jax where’d you go?

Do these seem fine?


I'm quite fine with those limiters. Nice job.


Chello guys.

Creating and destroying is, in a way godly. What limitations do you have on them? What can you create? can you create a virus that effectively targets the entire human populace or the Fishman populace at that? How can you control these invisible enemies? I'm a bit reluctant, if he was just a doctor it'd be fine but he'll also be using this in combat. Of course someone could, from your profile, knock him out quite easily. No knowledge of combat or any really hard-knocks experience. It would seem he wouldn't last long in a real battle. Which is perfectly fine with me.

I'm still iffy on the bacteria though, so if you could add some limits to it?

Yasuo Ojima x Kuzunao Sakamori -@banjoanjo


He nodded, “I’m following your lead, Kuzunao-sensei,” A lackluster smile came onto his face. “I wanna give you a chance to back out while you still can. I’m telling you, I can be a monster on the battlefield. My dad calls me a natural.”

Yasuo didn’t really want to give her a chance to back out, but quite frankly he was unsure if the sparring rooms would still grant him entrance. It wasn't like he had lost his access card or anything but it was more psychological at its core. Yasuo followed behind Kuzunao-sensei with earnest steps at first then as they grew closer, with sluggish, heavy feet.

Once inside he’d have to use it. The rebellious ritual technology.

Yasuo Ojima x Kuzunao Sakamori -@banjoanjo


The silence rolled in like a morning fog, so unnoticed and quiet that it felt eerie to stand in its presence. He contemplated the good… the bad… and the horrendously scary ugly. The slight chance that he’d lose all control again and savagely assault his teacher, that he'd bring shame and eternal stains to his father.

To the man that saved him from loneliness.

He sighed nothing out. It was one of those muted breaths that was all that someone could conjure when faced with a desperate choice. It was the norm for him it seemed and he hated it so much. The blankness of his face felt genuine in that moment at least; it belonged with him. It was him.

Finally he gathered the will to say, “If… If you really think you can restrain me if need be, then yes, Kuzunao-sensei, I’ll do it.” He stammered the next words out like a cry of help. “B-But I refuse to involve another student in this and if you, for a moment think you’ll be on the other end of that beating in the video, than hell no.”

He calmed himself after seconds of heavy breathing. “I don’t know what I’d do if I messed up beauty like yours.” Yasuo whispered, stuffing his hands in his pockets and tensing every muscle in his being again, the energy from the bar too was stiffened. He felt himself almost turn away from her but he stopped mid-way, obscuring his face from view.
@Hillan Lol yea. I never thought about it. I really am glad it was brought up.
Love the way you all just de-constructed my powers lol.

Glad you all came to a understandable conclusion.
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