Nicknames/Aliases: Kaz, Lightning Rod (a term of endearment with his old crew)
Epithet: The Strategist
Age: 22
Bounty: 2 000 000 Berries
Hometown: Toriyama Island in the North Blue.
Pirate Crew: The Mutineers
Role: Strategist/ Tactician
Abilities & Skills: Kazuma is a talented Martial Artist, having spent his childhood training with his father who was a vice admiral in the navy. He is adept in many styles, but focuses primarily on his family's secret style Raiken (Roughly deceptive blade) which focuses on lightning quick movements and jabs/ slashes that cut as though the flat of the hand was a bladed weapon. These abilities were enhanced by his devil fruit powers.
He is also a talented strategist/ tactician, having been raised to think like a commander. He was well educated by the world government before going rogue.
Name: Shokku shokku no mi
Type: Paramecia
Effects: It allows the user to manipulate electricity in their environment, generate electrical discharges, and control the electrical charges in their own body.
Techniques:
Shock step: A single burst of electrical energy is passed through the body to allow a lighting quick dash in any direction Static discharge: He sends arcs of static electricity in all directions causing various results from electrocution to overheating of all nearby metallic objects. Lightning bolt: Pretty obvious, only has a range of about 10 feet. Overcharge: Kazuma is able to overcharge every cell in his body to extreme levels allowing him to think faster, move faster, hit harder, etc. However, this can be dangerous if pushed too far, or used for too long. Weaknesses: Although He has control over electricity, his body naturally draws electricity to itself, and if he takes too much in it can cause severe; however it would have to be a massive amount. Using any of his eletrical abilities for prolonged periods can cause his body to overheat sending him into heat stroke. Water can disrupt the intended path of his attacks. Cannot shock through any insulating material.
Personality: Kazuma is a strong, and confident man. He is proud of who he is and follows a strict code of honour, despite the fact that he has been conflicted over that code in the past. In good company, he is friendly, outspoken, even charming. Though, he emotionally keeps people at arms length, because emotions tend to complicate things; if things get too emotionally heavy, Kazuma will often attempt to make light of the situation with humour. He still struggles internally with his past, but no one would know it to look at him; he generally seems content and perfectly stable. In combat, or similar difficult situations, Kazuma is cool headed and intuitive. He thrives under pressure and never relents from the path he has chosen.
Biography: Kazuma was raised by his father, on a navy base in the north blue; his mother was never so much as mentioned as he grew up. Their relationship was very close, and he learned everything he knows from that great man. As his father used to say: "The world government may not be perfect, but I believe they are our best chance at true peace: that is something I will give my life to." Kazuma decided to follow a similar code of honour, and find something worth giving his life for.
When Kazuma was 20 years old, and an officer in training with the navy, everything changed. There were rumblings of a coup taking place at the Toriyama navy base, and everyone was a suspect. Tension built for months while those with power positioned themselves, and those with a lower rank tried to stay unnoticed. Just when it seemed like they had avoided the storm that could have been, the base erupted in battle. Kazuma's father was among the casualties, and those responsible had orchestrated everything to appear as though Vice Admiral Gintsuki was the perpetrator all along. They received a major promotion, and Kazuma was threatened with execution if he ever followed in his father's dishonorably mutinous ways.
Kazuma's world was upside down, but after a few weeks he made an attempt at returning to normal. Many of the men he knew were loyal to his father, and could not believe the lies they were being told. The base was changing, factions were forming, and Kazuma was lost in a whirlwind of emotion; until he discovered a folder amongst his father's belongings. It was all the evidence that been gathered against those that were involved in the coup, and as it turned out, even some of the chief commanders and admirals were involved. Without even thinking about it, Kazuma headed for the armory; a few friends following behind wondering what he's up to. With his father's keys he unlocked the vault, and discovered the devil fruit within (along with various other weaponry.) without hesitation, Kazuma grabbed the fruit and ate it. He immediately felt the power of the Shokku Shokku no mi flowing through him. His friends, in disbelief just watched for a minute, until one finally gathered the courage to put a stop to it. "Kaz, what the hell?"
The only response Kazuma offered them, was to throw his father's evidence on the floor at their feet. Within minutes the base erupted into a warzone once again. Kazuma headed straight for the new admiral's office only to find a trap of 20 armed guards waiting for him. Even with all those who had chosen to fight the usurpers, Kazuma and a dozen others barely managed to escape with a scooner, and their lives. The group became known as the Mutineers, a band of pirates formerly of the navy. A former captain had become the head of their crew by default and they set out to no where in particular looking for revenge on the government they once trusted.
In the following year, their crew had seen a few minor victories, and a number of crushing defeats. They were seen as enemies to everyone: pirate, navy, and civilian alike. Though Kazuma pressed on in hopes of keeping their crew together, they ultimately began to fall apart. That is until another member of their group, a former lieutenant, lead a mutiny against their "useless" captain and took control of the crew. He brought in a lot of changes, and though it looked like they were starting to make progress again, it was at the cost of honour and any form of morality. Kazuma went along with it reluctantly, desperate and confused about how to regain his honour.
Theme Song: (thinking about it)
Other: Kazuma has only had is devil fruit power for a little less than 2 years, and is still learning how to harness its full power. He also has a bit of a weakness towards alcohol and beautiful women (nothing over the top though)
For those who do not know me, I am Shanks. I am going to give a few minor details and restrictions, and if you're okay with those please PM me if you are ready to start RPing right now. I have had a few slow days in a row, and my other RPs are going too slowly to keep me entertained; so essentially I am looking for someone to help me kill my boredom.
- I like anything casual to advanced - Quality is far superior to Quantity - Mistakes happen, but poor grammar/ spelling/ or sentence structure will frustrate me if it happens continually - Please be able to write with some depth, if you don't know what i mean by that, perhaps I am not the right partner for you. - my main character will always be male. - I only deal with original characters - I will RP with original characters in fandom universes, if the right story comes along. - I do not do sex (if a story would naturally end up there, that is fine, we must fade to black though) - I am an adult, and have no time for childish frivolity - Pretty much open to any genre, but try not to be too cliche if you decide to pitch your plot idea to me. - If you do not have a plot in mind, we can collaborate on one.
I think that is all, so please PM me if you are interested in starting something post haste.
Physical Appearance: Corrigan is 5'10, 180 pounds, with med-short dirty blonde hair (swept back), piercing green eyes, a perpetual 3 day beard, average build, and semi muscular composure. Generally he wears a dark green tunic, dark brown trousers, black hardened leather bracers, and has a black cloak for night time. He is a rough looking, but not unattractive man, with his strong jawline and broad shoulders. However, even when in the city, he is often covered in mud, dirt, blood, and who knows what else; which is often enough for most people to simply avoid him.
Skills: A hunter by trade, Corrigan has many skills. Most predominantly: Tracking, archery, use of a sword and knife, camouflage, skinning/ cleaning animals, fletching/ basic woodworking, and basic herbology. He can also read and write, as he was taught by his father.
Personality: Typically a loner, Corrigan is socially inept. Much of his life he held contempt for people in general, but he has since realized that living that way leaves one feeling empty and unfulfilled. However, his years of solitude has left him with almost no people skills. This inner conflict has led him to drink heavily on occasion, which is quickly becoming a dangerous addiction. He is, however, rather intelligent and experienced.
Biography: Corrigan was raised predominantly by his father; an unknown even took his mother from them when he was still an infant. His father, Aelric Silvermane, was a ranger in the bannerlord's army. He was well skilled and a ranking officer. After the last great war, though, he had seen and experienced too many atrocities to carry on as he had been, and elected to take his family away from society to live in the woods. As such, Corrigan was taught his various skills out of necessity, and learned his distrust of people from his father who always spoke ill of people as a whole. As Corrigan developed into a more self-reliant teen, his father took to drinking away his problems, which ultimately led to his untimely demise when a large grizzly caught him unprepared.
Corrigan still lives predominantly in the woods, but often brings rare game he kills to cities to sell. This allows him to buy the things he cannot provide for himself, such as clothing, steel arrowheads, and whiskey.
(I know you're currently closed, I submit this for your consideration in case an opening pops up.)
The brief moment of pride SilverWolf experienced when his Tomahawk hit the target was quickly replaced with concern. As the enemy's reinforcements arrived, SilverWolf knew exactly what was about to happen. In an instant he bolted laterally towards an alcove at one of the storefronts, which was fortunately bordered by concrete pillars. Bullets came flying through the corridor, threatening to tear him apart at any moment. Even with his foresight and exceptional speed, it was difficult navigating his way to safety; he was constantly readjusting his path, dodging, swerving, and rolling which only served to lengthen the amount of time he would be exposed to the danger. The last few feet were the most difficult, as the henchmen seemed to finally lead their target properly. With a glimpse into his future, SilverWolf knew there were no good options left. He dove for cover, as he foresaw, twisting his body through the air in hopes of sustaining minimal damage. He caught a single round through his left bicep, just below the shoulder, and another deflected off the hardened piece of his chest armor. He hit the ground with a thud, sliding into the protective corner of the alcove.
Holding his wound tightly with his right hand, SilverWolf called out to the team members he could see not too far away. "Could use a little support over here!" As soon as the words left his mouth he actually smiled. He had taught others on the benefits of team support and mixed tactics many times, but he had always assumed that he would do just fine on his own. He was glad that he had others with him in this moment, and hoped they would all be as reliable as they looked. While he waited, he produced some white willow bark from the pouch on his waist and began to chew it. As he chewed calmly, he took a studied look at his arm and was glad to find the bullet had gone completely through, leaving a far less complicated wound to deal with. From a separate compartment of the same pouch, SilverWolf retrieved some Arnica herb and ground it vigorously between his thumb and forefinger before applying it topically to the wound. This slowed the bleeding and drastically reduced the pain. Finally he grabbed a leather band and tied it around the wound, pulling hard with his right hand and teeth to cinch it as tight as he could. Once his work was completed, which only took a few seconds with how practiced he was, he scanned his surroundings again quickly to see how his teammates were doing.
