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Been wanted to do an Overlord rp but mostly interested in OC. Been working on a plot hook too.
Character for an Overlord rp I'd like to have. A redo of my Half Orc Oracle, upgraded to Oni.
The scruffy old doctor stumbles through the sand up to the road, he had been rowing for several days and the tiny boat he had didn't offer much opportunity to stretch ones legs, he was a bit out of practice with walk. He looks around, dammit, there was always one near the port, some sort of bar or pub full of old salts where he could find a ship to get on that wasn't liable to capsize with a slight bit of chop. He pats down his pockets, pulling out a tin case, flipping it open for a hand rolled cigarette. Lighting it up, this wasn't your normal leaf, but a strong herb with muscle relaxing properties, though is anyone else were to take a drag they would end us a wet noodle, he had built up a tolerance. Considering recent events, rough sees, paddling for miles, and uprooting his entire life, he could use a bit of relaxing. He shoves his hands into his pockets, keeping the money he had close at hand in case of pickpockets, and the modified surgical knives at the ready. Listened close, following the sound of glassware and jaw waggling, ducking into an open door frame to a dark room smelling of smoke and booze. Taking a seat at the bar, "A bottle of grog and something that's warm and use to be walking." He had enough of dried rations and cold fish.
Well, mine is probably already in the grandline considering he came from the calm belt. Is the idea for them to meet or interact somewhat? Could very well be in alabast
The gentle swaying of the ocean waves rocked the little dingy like a baby's cradle, stings of herds, drying in the sun,tied to the mast bobbing in time like a mobile hanging over the weathered man sprawled across the hull of boat. His formal shirt beneath his doctor's coat, both worn and stained by ocean spray and the beating sun.
A sudden bump and grinding sound startles his awake, jumping up to get a face full of pungent herb, flailing as attempts to gain his bearings. The boat beneath his feet suddenly very still despite the churning and sloshing in head. He takes a moment to ponder whether this was because of how long he had been out to see since fleeing the Navy, dehydration, the rum that likely contributed to his dehydration, sunstroke, and/or moderate starvation. He lifts his little wooden medicine cabinet upright, opening a small drawer to pull out a root, clinching it between his back teeth before slinging the wooden box over his shoulder and putting his arms through the leather straps. He surveys the scene around himself as he picks up with lines of herbs, absentmindedly nawing on the root. It had all the taste and texture of an old leather boots that had been overcooked in the sun, but it had enough nutrition to keep him alive for this long.
Come to think of it, he hadn't expected to survive this long...he half expected to die in the process of getting the Navy off of his home island, even then he hadn't expected to get away. Only supplies he had were what he could scrounge up in the night. Least he had the where-with-all to steal the money from the dead Mariner's pockets. He grin at the prospect of an actual meal as he scratches his shabby beard, "I guess I'm a pirate,now," he States with a resigning chuckle, hopping off the little boat, leaving it ground into the beach as he made his way into town.
A sudden bump and grinding sound startles his awake, jumping up to get a face full of pungent herb, flailing as attempts to gain his bearings. The boat beneath his feet suddenly very still despite the churning and sloshing in head. He takes a moment to ponder whether this was because of how long he had been out to see since fleeing the Navy, dehydration, the rum that likely contributed to his dehydration, sunstroke, and/or moderate starvation. He lifts his little wooden medicine cabinet upright, opening a small drawer to pull out a root, clinching it between his back teeth before slinging the wooden box over his shoulder and putting his arms through the leather straps. He surveys the scene around himself as he picks up with lines of herbs, absentmindedly nawing on the root. It had all the taste and texture of an old leather boots that had been overcooked in the sun, but it had enough nutrition to keep him alive for this long.
Come to think of it, he hadn't expected to survive this long...he half expected to die in the process of getting the Navy off of his home island, even then he hadn't expected to get away. Only supplies he had were what he could scrounge up in the night. Least he had the where-with-all to steal the money from the dead Mariner's pockets. He grin at the prospect of an actual meal as he scratches his shabby beard, "I guess I'm a pirate,now," he States with a resigning chuckle, hopping off the little boat, leaving it ground into the beach as he made his way into town.
Omg xD it does sound like it. I can always make a male character I don’t mind
Nah, sausage party would be worse
...are we doing a reverse harem of daddies for a young girl captain?
Name: Tsuyu (Known by the Navy as Tsuya) Matsuri
Pirate or Navy: Pirate
Age: 32
Natural/Learned Skills: Martial Arts (Native and Marine, Expert), Acupuncture, Acupressure, Herbalism, Medicine, Kenbunshoku Haki (Skilled), Busoshoku Haki (Basic), Naturally resistant to Poison/Disease.
Bio: Tsuyu’s native Island was located in the Calm belt of the South Blue. It was isolated both geographically as well as from the crags and whirlpools that surrounded the island. It wasn’t till Tsuyu was a young man that they had ever had contact with the World Government until a Navy vessel wrecked on their shore. They were hospitable to their new guest and it was returned in kind, however, due to their isolation, many did not have resistances to the illnesses the marines brought with them. A plague swept the native people of the island, the Navy, in an attempt to help the native people brought in doctors to help. A the son of the doctor of the island, versed in various homeopathic methods, Tsuyu was resistant to the illness spreading through his people, so requested to learn medicine from the Navy doctors that came to help. Things got progressively worse for the native islanders, but proving a quick study the Navy offered to let him to go to a formal medical school in order to best help his people. After completing his studies in a quick few years he was quick to join the Navy medical core, but it wasn’t long before he stumbled upon a terrible truth. Due to the islands isolation, it was an ideal location to test biological weapons without risking them spreading outside of their test site. Enraged, Tsuyu returned to his homeland and rallied the survivors, leading a sneak attack of the newly established Navy base on the island. Leaving one marine alive, he let him get out a distress signal, naming him as the aggressor alone before slaying the marine as well, making the marine’s death moan distort his name to “Tsu-Yaaah” in his final breath.
Picture:
Inventory:
Medicine box- A large wooden box with straps allowing Tsuyu to wear it like a backpack, it has several compartments for various herbs and medicines.
Acupuncture needles- Commonly line the inside of his coat, giving additional protection.
Combat Scalpels x2
Pirate or Navy: Pirate
Age: 32
Natural/Learned Skills: Martial Arts (Native and Marine, Expert), Acupuncture, Acupressure, Herbalism, Medicine, Kenbunshoku Haki (Skilled), Busoshoku Haki (Basic), Naturally resistant to Poison/Disease.
Bio: Tsuyu’s native Island was located in the Calm belt of the South Blue. It was isolated both geographically as well as from the crags and whirlpools that surrounded the island. It wasn’t till Tsuyu was a young man that they had ever had contact with the World Government until a Navy vessel wrecked on their shore. They were hospitable to their new guest and it was returned in kind, however, due to their isolation, many did not have resistances to the illnesses the marines brought with them. A plague swept the native people of the island, the Navy, in an attempt to help the native people brought in doctors to help. A the son of the doctor of the island, versed in various homeopathic methods, Tsuyu was resistant to the illness spreading through his people, so requested to learn medicine from the Navy doctors that came to help. Things got progressively worse for the native islanders, but proving a quick study the Navy offered to let him to go to a formal medical school in order to best help his people. After completing his studies in a quick few years he was quick to join the Navy medical core, but it wasn’t long before he stumbled upon a terrible truth. Due to the islands isolation, it was an ideal location to test biological weapons without risking them spreading outside of their test site. Enraged, Tsuyu returned to his homeland and rallied the survivors, leading a sneak attack of the newly established Navy base on the island. Leaving one marine alive, he let him get out a distress signal, naming him as the aggressor alone before slaying the marine as well, making the marine’s death moan distort his name to “Tsu-Yaaah” in his final breath.
Picture:
Inventory:
Medicine box- A large wooden box with straps allowing Tsuyu to wear it like a backpack, it has several compartments for various herbs and medicines.
Acupuncture needles- Commonly line the inside of his coat, giving additional protection.
Combat Scalpels x2
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