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1Death of Piracy Prologue 1 (Event) Empty Death of Piracy Prologue 1 (Event) on Tue Jul 26, 2016 2:49 pm



Sakuma Aquaflore



Sakuma Aquaflore:
Name: Sakuma Aquaflore
Alias/Epithet: Scarface
Race: (Human)
Gender: Male
Age: 57
Occupation: Weapon Specialist (Master) and Thief

Affiliation:
Revolutionary
Devil Fruit:
Tier:
4
World Position: Revolutionary Leader
Equipment:
T5 Seastone Sword
T4 Seastone Bullets (20) (20 for each Revolver)
2-T4 Revolver (Each shoots 6 times)
T4 Seastone tipped Spear
T4 Seastone Vest
Haki Aura: Savage Soul

General Appearance:
Sakuma has white hair, made stylish and slicked back and forth with a white beard that circle around his face. He is tall well-defined man who is very ripped underneath his mostly formal clothes. He is usually seen smoking outside of times of action. He also has a large scar across his right eye covering it completely. However he is still able to see through that eye and it looks more like a tattoo of sorts than a scar. He has dark-green eyes and a slight tan on his skin.
Height: 7'6"
Weight: 267 Pounds
Personality: Sakuma is a very silent, calm, and pensive person. As a hitman, bounty hunter and assassin Sakuma is easily referred to as someone without a heart that lives by killing people for pleasure and money. However, he is actually kind yet never shows to do so. Decisions he makes are always for the best of people. Although he is known to be a violent fighter, Sakuma's actions tend to be for the best. Despite his tendency to be brutal, Sakuma usually stops a fight if his opponent is too injured to fight back, claiming he is not interested in fighting "weaklings who can't fight anymore", and he does not feel obligated to deal a death blow to anyone who cannot fight any longer. This is different when it's put on contract that he should kill one of those guys. Sakuma sometimes contradicts his own logic in fighting. On the one hand, Sakuma wishes to increase his own personal power. On the other hand, he conceals his strength to enjoy a fight for as long as possible. He also has a tendency to say that whenever he kills a person, he prefer to call it "release their souls". Furthermore, Sakuma  is taciturn, sharp-minded and level-headed. Because of the jobs he did all around the world, he is well-known in the underground world, and even more so in the civilized world (however; under the alias of 'Scarface') Also, because of his revolutionary leader position, he has some influence in the revolutionary army and then some since he was one of the highest ranked revolutionaries. He is respected and is one of the most efficient one-on-one fighters in the revolutionary army.

Crew:
-

Specs:
Hand to Hand:
Melee Weaponry:
6
Devil Fruit:
Marksmanship
3

Haki: A

Scarface had just got off of his docked boat, well submarine...whatever the hell it was. A large oval, roughly 15 meters in length, 15 meters in width, and 15 meters in height. Though, most of it was in the water giving the 10 meters to the height of the ship/submarine. It was mostly a ship, but it could activate a bubble cloak and go underwater which made it a submarine. Kind of.... Looking at all of the pirates and maybe some Revolutionaries in disguise who had come to meet him was quite a surprise. To be honest, he wasn't expecting this many people in the slightest. There were at least a 300 different colors, or probably more. Remembering that his ship was at the end of the dock. The dock itself was 50 meters in length, the end of it (or was it the front) led into the sand of the beach on the island with a slant and rose 10 meters over the water. 25 meters in his front were the group of people.

Walking, covering 15 meters slowly. Taking his time as he had better places to be. There were still some people on his "Hitlist". His boss had taken the time off of his head to come and lead these scrubs. Sighing, he would grab the cigarette out of his mouth, toss it on the ground in front of his foot and stepped on it. "Now, I am sure all of you have heard the call. Why else wouldn't you be here. But anyway, while we have time lets talk. We are going to burst through Reverse Mountain. I don't care what those insolent Marines come and do to his. I don't know about you, but I don't want to die today. I came all the way from the Grandline in order to lead you idiots, so don't die or I will kill you all myself." said Sakuma as he grunted at his "army".

Though he was correct. He could have stayed in the Grandline and waited for the war to come his way. But of course, he was forced to come here to the blues. A place where the weak rested. Keeping his head focused on the group in his front. His eyes would quickly look around the area and at the other islands in the vicinity of the one they were on. There were no enemy ships in sight, so they had some time to prepare. A Plan, that was what he needed.

His Seastone Spear was in its sheath on his back, pointed upwards so it wouldn't puncture him anywhere on his body. His two revolvers were on either of his hips. Both of them were fully loaded with Seastone bullets and the rest of their ammunition in his pouch on his chest, over his right peck. His sword was also on his back. Crossing the spear, pointing into the air as well. He was in green fatigue clothing. His pants and buttoned down shirt were littered with pockets. His brown combat boots were tied fully with the ends of his pants going into them. Up under his shirt however was his seastone vest, so he dared anyone to hit him up high.

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2Death of Piracy Prologue 1 (Event) Empty Re: Death of Piracy Prologue 1 (Event) on Tue Jul 26, 2016 5:39 pm



Sceledrus L. Maleficum



The Jester:
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Name: Sceledrus L. Maleficum
Alias/Epithet: The Jester
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 24

Occupation: Weapon Specialist (Blade Dancer), Navigator
Affiliation: Revolutionary
Devil Fruit: -
Tier: 3
World Position: -
Equipment: Rend and Sunder, T3 Revolver that fires 5 times with 20 Ammunition, and T3 Sword 
Haki Aura: Eagle Eye

General Appearance: Sceledrus looks the part, being called 'The Jester' for a reason. Like a typical joker of playing cards or in later versions of ''The Fool'' of the tarot cards, Sceledrus looks alot like them. However, over the time he changed his appearance. He now has a golden mask with stripes for eyes and a creepy smile depicted on the face. Above the mask is a band with a golden yin-yang like icon in the centre. Long light blue/grayish cloth strands out towards the back, ending up in three tails each with a bell at the end. The same is with the blood red cloth stranding out below the light blue/grayish ones, from his neck. They are ended up in two tails with a bell at the end also. His outfit consists of a typical Chinese New Year design, with white, red and dark grayish-blue as the main colors. His boots tucked into his pants, he wears light and very thin clothing. As weapons, he uses two uncommon long daggers with a yin yang icon above the handle and hand fans at the other side. Without the mask, Sceledrus is seen as a normal human being with purple eyes and a black sclera and a very pale skin. He is a slim, lean man.
Height: 5'10
Weight: 59 kg (130 lb)
Personality: First off, Sceledrus's mental state is in fact a previously unprecedented form of "super-sanity," a form of ultra-sensory perception. It also suggests that he has no true personality of his own, that on any given day he can be a harmless clown or a vicious killer, depending on which would benefit him the most. His malevolent, sadistic sense of humor and psychopathic tendency of murdering whoever he wants to depicts him as part of the group labeled for being fearsome. Sceledrus has a vicious, sadistic and ruthless mind of physically and mentally torturing his enemies or puppets. Cunning, manipulative and intelligent. Combined with his intelligence, Sceledrus is very lethal. There is no constitution to bound him from whatever he is planning to do. However, as insane as he might look and or be, when he removes the mask that depicts him as 'The Jester', he is more or less in a stable mental condition. You can describe 'The Jester' with two words: chaos and madness, whilst you can describe the unmasked Jester Sceledrus with two words also: smart and peaceful. Almost the opposite of each other, Sceledrus enters an alter ego when he puts on the mask. Despite the fact that Sceledrus is known for his insanity, madness and crazy actions, this does not mean he is unintelligent. He actually is quite the genius and knows that his actions can be considered crazy. He knows for a fact that he is well-being mentally, but because of his rash actions and mad behavior people tend to call him insane. He is an artist of torture and excels in interrogation. He is often seen smiling, but mostly as an evil smirk. He is confident and is usually underestimated because of his size, but that's only when people don't know who he is.

He likes killing, bloodshed, entertainment, combat, laughing, jokes. He dislikes humans, giants and fishman. He loves to manipulate people and his global goal is to obtain pleasure and enjoyment. Toying with his opponents, setting them up against eachother, that is pleasure for him. He fears losing his sister when the mask is removed.

When he was still a normal child, without any mental issues etcetera, Sceledrus was an orphan living an ordinary life without being involved with combat, bloodshed or life-and-death situations. However, that all changed when he was picked up by the Furor Solipsism, a organisation that is known for taking in orphans to train them. Eventually, those orphans will work and do jobs in the underworld, consisting of bounty hunting, human trafficking, slave trading and assassination. Assassination was Sceledrus' role in Furor Solipsism. He also took down marines who were rising quickly in rank and fame, causing his own bounty to rise and rise. He defected because of that, his own bounty rising, since the independent state of mind in Furor Solipsism causes the warrior-orphans to think for themselves and make their own decisions: killing Sceledrus for his bounty. After his defection of the independent Furor Solipsism, Sceledrus kept doing assassination jobs titled as 'The Jester' in the Blues. He is a folk tale in the Blues as people don't realise 'The Jester' is real.

Though, even if he is insane he knows when to act. Being under Sakuma Aquaflore, he knows when it is time to go crazy and when not to. The Rev Leader is the only person he will listen to and considers him to be of great use.

Crew: Sakuma Unit

Specs:
Hand to Hand:
Melee Weaponry (Speed Based): 6
Devil Fruit:
Marksmanship: 3

Haki: A

Faceclaim: (League of Legends|Shaco)

The Jester himself had walked off of the submarine with his captain, observing the area as well. But, it wasn't to scope out any enemies. He was looking for the perfect position to begin his juggling act. He had a sword in his left hand and a sword in his right. Both gripping around the handles. Looking around, he could see that he was most likely the shortest one on the docks. Getting his mind off of the task at hand. He would begin to think about Rend and Sunder. The two respective swords in his left and right hand. They were twins after all. As he was about to do his juggling act, his captain would interrupt him. Saying some words the Jester didn't care about. He would frown up under his clown mask as he thought about how much blood the twins were going to shed today. Looking at the group of pirates, he would smirk and say "I don't know about you people, but I am ready to kill. I can't wait for the marines to come. I haven't had a taste of human flesh in a while. The last thing I ate of a human were some nu--."

His words weren't finished as his captain would clamp a hand around his mouth. "Now Jester, we wouldn't want to frighten these kids with your meal tales." The clown would howl in laughter as he removed his captain's hands from his mouth. "I hope none of you die. If you do...Just know your bodies will be one of the first I eat."

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Revolutionary
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3Death of Piracy Prologue 1 (Event) Empty Re: Death of Piracy Prologue 1 (Event) on Fri Jul 29, 2016 9:40 am

Geno

Pirates
Pirates

Geno
A ferry pressed through the waters of the four blues. Specifically it made its way over to the blue that rested to the west. There was a large force meeting up in Las Camp. Several ships that were faster passed by the ferry that carried the lone pirate with a small reputation. He would take any chance to take shots at the Marines, literally and figuratively. Sturm stood at the edge of the deck that faced the harbor that all of the ships were converging on. His poncho fluttered in the salty air gently, a smile hid behind the bandanna. It was his expression of excitement, after all these years he was about to go on a true adventure with out shackles. He spent the better half of his child hood captured by marines or pirates before breaking free. It was nice for a change to explore of his own freedom. The docks came closer into sight roughly ten meters away from the boat. However, they had to find a spot. It took a moment before captain of the vessel found a big enough gap for them to squeeze into. They crept in nose first in between some other massive vessels that were already parked. With his weapons slung over his shoulder's, Sturm looked back to the crew and gave a nod. He leaped off the ship and sailed through the air.

A group of people saw him coming in hot so they cleared a small area. A large thud could be heard as he landed with both knees slightly bent. Now normally most would roll or something of that nature. However with his cybernetic enhancements, shock absorbers in his metal knees activated to compensate for the impact. He stood back up and dusted himself off and looked around. People had went back to what they were doing. All kinds of folks were making their way to the end of the docks. Pirates, Revolutionaries, Mercenaries and free agents all waited moved towards the docks like lemmings. Sturm could only assume there was something in that direction. Given his height he as able to see over the top of the crowd with ease. Well, at least over the individuals who were not as big or tall. He was closer to the sand that met the edge of the docks. He could see that the group had stopped in front of a certain ship. One individual came out of the ship. The crowd was chattering with wondering what exactly they were doing here. Some had a idea others just kind of following the crowd. Sturm pushed his way slowly to the front of the crowd. He wanted to make sure he got a obstructed view of these 'important individuals.'

The sun removed the shade that rested on the man's face revealing it. Scars covered his face and a cigarette rested on his lips. With the quickness he threw it to the ground and began to speak to the army that amassed at these very docks. Sturm waited with anticipation. He spoke about breaking through reverse mountain into the grand-line. Sturm chuckled for a moment, 'Well I guess I am going a bit early than expected.' Then someone had caught his eye, a man in a clown like outfit. Sturm had not noticed him when he had walked out of the vessel behind the scar-faced man. He could only assume that they were companions or better yet this man who spoke with authority was the captain. The clown man spoke, with a hint of madness in his tone. One that Sturm knew all too well. A sort of blood lust that had to be kept under control. If this man was able to keep the clown under control he had to be stronger than he looked. Most insane individuals like that can not be controlled so easily. Needless to say Sturm would watch this man carefully. Being a bit crazy himself he knew how unpredictable they could be.


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4Death of Piracy Prologue 1 (Event) Empty Re: Death of Piracy Prologue 1 (Event) on Fri Jul 29, 2016 10:41 am

omeh

Marines
Marines

omeh
Though his body was at rest , his mind was fully aware of what was going on around his surroundings. Dust would fall down upon his face and his nose would twitch as if he was going to sneeze from the debris come from other footsteps aboard the ship. Likely for someone with little money , he stowed away upon a revolutionary ship from loguetown. After the incidents that happened he was lucky enough to join them on their voyage though sleeping requirements was for him to stay under the deck. He sleep against the ships walls , next to the gun powder and  food supplies. Honestly for peace keepers , keeping the food supply near the explosive's isn't the brightest of ideas. But Jaden couldn't complain in the situation he was in , he needed to be grateful because the world is a cold place and it's rare for a warm heart to reach out.

As the waves crashed against the ship began to become less frequent and a rather rough stop most likely against some docks meant they had arrived at their location. Jaden would raise up and rub the dust and rubble from his face and open his eyes adjusting his body to the light and the environment. As he rose up he swept what he could off his clothes , and reach for his blade to but at his side , that he held the purple hilt with his left hand. He wore his typical black cargo pants , sandals , and unbuttoned black shirt with the collar popped up. His afro stood tall , and his eyes still resembled him as a sleep walker. Making his way up the stair onto the main deck , he could see members of the crew unloading supplies. Along with them to his surprise multiple other ships , that belonged to pirates and other factions were also docked. He tilted his head in confusion and tapped a rev on his shoulder , "You know what's going on?, he'd say being polite as possible. "Shit's about to go down man , I hope you know how to use that blade of yours. Marines are coming it's about to be a war , everyone's gathering to make it across the grandline.". With that information he thinked the man , and proceded off the ship.

Taking a simple walk around the docks , he took in the scenario. An abundance of factions gathered had made him feel a bit uneasy , knowing different people had different motives. His gaze was turned by a clown looking fellow , and a large cowboy fellow. The way he presented himself was concerning , Jaden hadn't come in contact with such a person like himself. He would walk past crowds that made smaller groups discussing dreams , and other irrevelant details he didn't care much for. As he approached the group with the cowboy , he would stop and join in on the conversation using what information he had. "Don't mean to interrupt your conversation boys...but i was wondering when are we expecting this shindig?"


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5Death of Piracy Prologue 1 (Event) Empty Re: Death of Piracy Prologue 1 (Event) on Fri Jul 29, 2016 10:16 pm

Cipher

Revolutionaries
Revolutionaries

Cipher
Cipher was starting to get sleepy as he had stayed up for 3 days with only taking quick naps (Oh man I need sleep but I don't want Sleep either he thought to himself as he fell face first into his bed and drifted off to sleep only to be woken up by his Alarm that he smashed upon reopening his blood shot eyes "I don't even remeber getting one of those?" he questioned as he went back to sleep for good this time, as he slept he dreamt of having a family of his own with 3 kids but then woke up four hours later "Oh...My..God... the hell was that dream and where am I anyway?" he says walking out his room and heading to the deck.

When Cipher reached the Deck he saw that he was just passed the north blue (Oh man am really far Home now.) he thought to himself as he went back to his room and laid on his bed "Soon I'll be at the Grand Line and then the New World." he said with high hopes that he would make it to both without any crossovers or something just going wrong. He started to play with his hair like a girl would waiting fo her man to show up when he started to see land off in the distance at less he hoped it was land. Cipher went to go shower before he reached land and when he came out he felt more rested than he has ever been in years he even changed outfits to something more suited to his new life style with a blue jacket with gol lines and his favorite blue shirt and pants that match the jacket (Now am ready for anything.) he thinks to himself as he sits in his chair on the deck.



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6Death of Piracy Prologue 1 (Event) Empty Re: Death of Piracy Prologue 1 (Event) on Sat Jul 30, 2016 6:46 am

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7Death of Piracy Prologue 1 (Event) Empty Re: Death of Piracy Prologue 1 (Event) on Sat Jul 30, 2016 7:29 am

Enzo

Pirates
Pirates

Enzo
Life was starting to get very interesting at an extremely quick pace. Who knew that the death of a couple of children accelerated the prospect of adventure to such a degree? Of course it was something that was unplanned for, nonetheless it was a terrific result, that was something that couldn’t be questioned. A pink tendril of a tongue toiled with the crimson colored lollipop between the full lips of the woman, the coloring of it causing her own tongue to mimic it in hue. The tattered ends of her cutoff sleeves were blown backwards ruthlessly against the winds, as her outstretched porcelain colored hands gripped the railing on the stern of the ship. On either side of her two men stood there, a part of the pirate crew whose ship she had managed to charter a ride from without much effort. Since her youth she had always been charismatic, and more often than not she used her beauty to her advantage when it came to the opposite sex (and sometimes the same). It was the silver tongue that had put her in possession of the crews only treasure, if by nothing else than by virtue of that she could lead them to an abundance of riches.

They thought her to be a Navigator of some sort, as she looked down at maps rubbing her chin lightly as she hummed out ”Hmmmmmm, interesting”, and pointed to a random point on the map expressing that this is where they would need to go to find more Devil Fruit, better fruit than the one she had ingested. Nonetheless it had been days, and while she was trying to get a grip on her newly found rubber physique, the anxiousness of the crew about her ability to navigate was beginning to grow tangible and palpable. They were pirates from Loguetown, her place of birth, it would be nothing for them to try and turn her into a sex slave rather than a Navigator, and given the fact she could now stretch more in...more places than the exterior, it wasn’t an idea that was particularly pleasing. However she didn’t panic, even when they started having other crewmen follow her around the vessel, never leaving their sight, as she was truly incapable of panic. So as the field of golden wheat colored braids swayed with in the gentle breeze with the wind, a toothy grin spread across her face as they finally came upon a land mass. But not only a landmass, one which had a large gathering of people accumulating.

As Little Red’s blood red cloak hood uprooted itself slightly, her hands gripped tightly within her grasp as she said aloud, Land…..hoooooooooooooooo!” in her best pirate-esque voice, causing her to giggle a little bit as the ship began to move towards the docks. It didn’t take long before they got close enough for her to start calculating bail distance, since now seemed like the best time in weeks to shake ‘em off. Turning to her left, she gave a slight nod and a wink to the burly and ugly pirate on her left, as she took off running backwards, though her hands still remained where they were on the rails. Cackling manically in her best deranged scientist voice, she pulled herself forward, slingshotting her entire being, as she gave a slight jump with her bare feet against the railing as she bent her knees and pushed off hard to make sure she completed her vault. Everyone knew the tale of a Devil Fruit user and water, and she wouldn’t become a victim of those circumstances, not today. As she cascaded thru the air, she spun around, giving the pirates that had gotten her here an extended and stretched middle finger so they could see it from the vessel, before spinning back around to try and make the most of her landing.

As Nightshade got closer to landing, her lime green eyes scanned over what was going on, a peculiar look of unconcern on her face as her arms rotated a bit to try and grace her fall which was now catching the attention of a few people who were there, and hopefully a couple that would be in the way where she would undoubtedly land. As they pointed fingers at the red thing falling from the sky, they scattered as the woman’s feet collided with the sand around her, causing it to go up in plumes around her, the mass of it on the Jester. Her legs were like shocks, absorbing all the recoil, causing her to shrink down for a moment, before the recoil pushed her back to her original 5’7 height. Looking around, she found herself between a bandanna faced guy with a gun and a guy with an extra dank afro and a sword. Eyes wandered to find the culprit of the gathering, as the afro dude spoke out the same question of wonderment that she had. Apparently she wasn’t the only one in the dark, as she continued to suckle on the lollipop between her lips, staring at the scared man as if she didn’t just mysteriously pop up in the middle of the crowd. Nothing to see here.



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8Death of Piracy Prologue 1 (Event) Empty Re: Death of Piracy Prologue 1 (Event) on Sat Jul 30, 2016 9:11 am

Alaric

Pirates
Pirates

Alaric
Zanji Hummed to himself as he stood behind the helm of his ship. He was relatively excited for he had made it into the His first island visit as a pirate captain all by himself. He felt proud of himself yet there was a feeling of loneliness at this accomplishment. He wanted to get some crew mates as soon as possible it was rather lonely aboard this large s Things would be different soon he thought to himself. He could sense something on the horizon somethign was brewing within the world. He didn't know what he didn't know where but somewhere trouble was coming. He pulled into the dock in west blue aboard his ship.

This brought a small smirk to his face as he drew closer and closer to the island. A particular song kept coming to mind as he hummed a few bars. It was a old pirating song but it was still a good one in his opinion. He slowly began to furl in the sails as a dock came into view. He would let the oceans current drag him into port. He tied off the sails and stretched out his arms and quickly climbed up the ladder and tied off the sails. After tying up the sails he would slide down the polished metal railing the masts ladder and returned to the helm. He chuckled as he continued to hum along the tune of Bink's sake as he saw already quite a few ships into the dock it was going to be a bit of a challenge to find a free spot but he would manage somehow. His jolly roger in the crows nest of the first mast waved lazily in the air proudly displaying its insignia as he carefully maneuvered his large ship into a free area.

He quickly dropped anchor and tied off the boat to the docks. He yawned loudly and set out the disembarking plank to the dock and slowly walked down it. Today he was wearing black vest with gold buttons along with a white dress shirt as well as a red string tie with a pair of black pants and black leather dress shoes,and long white trench coat. He watched as he saw a gathering of men had come and were waiting for something to happen. Curiosity got the better of him as he wadded through the crowd of people. His eyes widened in awe as a elderly man spoke of gathering people and busting into the grandline. A dream he had wanted to do for so very long but he dared not go it alone. he nodded his head and raised his hand up excitedly his fist balled up in the air "Death to the marines nothing can stop a mans dreams and ambitions on wards to the grand line i'll proudly saiil with you."

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9Death of Piracy Prologue 1 (Event) Empty Re: Death of Piracy Prologue 1 (Event) on Sat Jul 30, 2016 3:27 pm

Kincaid

Pirates
Pirates

Kincaid
The ferry Cyrus had sailed to West Blue on had dumped him at another island and it had been about two hours of laborious rowing to finally reach his destination. His little rowboat had done surprisingly well in the azure waters of West Blue, even as larger sailing ships passed around him. The berths they created rocking his plywood vehicle. Eventually, the young Revolutionary made his way to the docks, pulling up under the shadow of a larger pirate ship. He cast his line, lassoing a beam of wood on the dock and pulling it taught before disembarking. As he stood up on the dock and took in his surroundings, Cyrus noticed a petite flash of red suddenly disembark from a nearby ship. The flash turned out to be a small girl who, and from what Cyrus knew about the human body had completely defied all logic, landed on the wooden dock, sending ripples up her skin. The girl had literally collapsed in on herself and then sprung up to her full height before walking forward as if this were the most normal thing in the world. Less than a minute onto the island and things were already beginning to get interesting. Regardless, Cyrus followed the girl down the dock and into the gathering crowd. Crow tapped along on the boards of the dock, in rhythm with his foot falls. Cyrus rubbed the cane's namesake headpiece, its ruby red eyes gleaming in the morning sun.

As the crowd gathered, Cyrus found the girl standing among several other interesting characters. What seemed to be a cowboy of sorts and...a samurai perhaps? Whether this call to arms would by the Revolutionary Army would be successful or not was still up in the air, but at the least, Cyrus was being exposed to a diverse range of people. He tapped the girl on her right shoulder with the end of Crow and said softly, I must say my dear, that dismount of yours was quite impressive. You'll have to show me how you managed this if we both make it to the Grand Line. As Cyrus finished speaking to the girl, the man of the hour piped up and the crowd fell surprisingly quiet. Cyrus didn't recognize the man so much as knew who he was from the letter he had received regarding this event. The Revolutionary Army had called any able bodied fighter to Las Camp and the letter had been signed Scarface. Well, this man had two rather distinguishing scars over both eyes. Cyrus didn't have to be a genius to know this was the man who had called for his service. The other man, the Jester fellow, Cyrus didn't recognize from appearance or reputation. There were many strange and powerful people in the Revolutionary Army, but that didn't mean Cyrus himself knew each and every one of them. Regardless, he knew that things were about to get very interesting.

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10Death of Piracy Prologue 1 (Event) Empty Re: Death of Piracy Prologue 1 (Event) on Sat Jul 30, 2016 5:22 pm

Raza

Revolutionary Captain
Revolutionary Captain

Raza


With an awkwardly genuine smile, the leader of the small yet vigilant Revolutionary Crew, The Crazy Eighty Eight, slunk into the shadows, physically breaking away from her fellows and mentally putting them in the back of her mind. Though her comrades were each worthy in their own right, the mission was more so, and every little detail was of the utmost consequence. It was an important task—that to which she was assigned was—one that she dared not fail, lest the chlorophyll greens of the great tree be rusted a dry assortment of melancholic browns. Unwilling to even treat such a sinful notion, she made up her mind, then and there, that the day would be seized for the people, and not the government.

Drenched in a cloak of epitomic midnight pitch, aided by manipulation of illusive charm and love love distraction, her figure was rendered all but unnoticeable, even amongst the starlit shine of the island—another silhouette blurred against a crowd of so many faces. She moved with great haste, yet finely reserved steps, cutting across the top layer of sand or concrete, training aiding his footing with an impromptu experiment in the exact limits of Chi Blocking's evasive maneuvering. Her boots lessened in their load, her movements returned to their natural elegance, free of the clunky gravel hindrance. Though the journey thus far failed to live up the foreboding hype, there was a certain comfort in knowing that, was it demanded of her, she could fight within the cramped crowds as she did in an open area.

Things were going to go well.

From the unblemished metropolises made of the other West Blue islands, there was a unique contrast in the gray foundry of a Las Camp. Though, both Las Camp and Ilusia alike were born of the jointness of islands, one—it could be discerned—was clearly the rotten seed. Sporting a few melancholy concoction of industrialized steeples, towers, and warehouses, the city carried a monotonous gray of ash and sobriety for —thick clouds tumbling about the mill town in a most serpentine fashion. Building after building—many indistinguishable from home, sweatshop, hospital, or cemetery—carried on for row upon row, marking their territory with monotonous wash of still more gray.

Destitute, though not impoverished, it was a city to be admired yet feared. Though, in comparison to the sunlit glow of surrounding waters, it could still be considered an oasis to anyone who floated toward it, there was certain silver shine to the dry gray. As if, though a village lost to humanity and the individual, one with great potential for creating the world of tomorrow. It was unique. It was advanced. And, because of it all, it was desired. So close to the Red Line, this chain of islands meant everything to the cause Thus, though she had many qualms with its industrialized institution, was the reason behind Rei-Rei's visit.

Moving down the cobblestone and sand pathway, she fancied himself a tourist, hawkish gaze fixed ambivalently upon man and machine alike. She was looking for something particular. Something that, if the stories were true, shouldn’t have been all too hard to find. Deciding it best to move to higher ground, she cut down an alleyway and scaled the brick wall of the nearest building. Pipes, sharp ledges, and the ever important gravity moved to stop him, but she swatted them all aside with basic technique. Reaching the clay tiles of the roof, she once again lifted his eyes in search of the fabled—

Scarface.

He was quite the sight. Quite the sight indeed.

After achieving the rank of Captain, she'd be exposed to the various and plentiful retinue of officers in the Revolutionary Army. And while these men and women stayed well out of reach to newer members, she knew there would be many of the here, ready to stand and be a part of the driving force of this movement.

She prepared her wings to carried her aloft, to float down to the pier where he and a character whom could be no one but The Jester, the right hand man of scarface. She wanted into their privy and their team. Her crew was small and formidable, but his was loud and mighty. He could carry her up the ladder of the Army faster than she could climb it alone. She just had to gain his confidence. Ha... never gonna happen.

She aimed her finger at him, a pulled an at-first invisible, yet taut string that appeared suddenly in a hot pink line. An equally glowing bow materialized in it's tension, a heart shaped point aimed right for the man. The arrow would send a wave of euphoria through him or he would deflect it and show his worth all the same.

"Fly my arrow of love.."

And it was off, hurdling towards a ranking member of the Revolutionary Army... by an operative of its own... Rei-Rei the Devilheart"


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11Death of Piracy Prologue 1 (Event) Empty Re: Death of Piracy Prologue 1 (Event) on Sun Jul 31, 2016 12:36 pm

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Sturm stood among the masses in the front only to hear a voice coming from his right side. A shorter lad with a puff ball sitting on top of his head. Sturm said nothing for a moment as the lad spoke out of turn. This was a bold move considering that the two who exited the vessel seemed a bit unsettled at the group that stood in front of them. Not to mention the clown dressed man was highly unpredictable and could prove to be a threat real quickly. Now with this mass group they were just another face in the crowd. Who is to say the two did not see their army as expendable. This would have been the logical notion but Sturm gave them the benefit of the doubt. Before Sturm began to speak to the rather shorter lad a being came from the sky and landed between to the two among the crowd. Sturm shifted his body out of reflex because anyone could have heard the sounds of cloth sailing through the sky like that. He did not seemed to concerned as he did the same thing. The red blur stood back up to her normal height before looking around. Sturm did not bother to really look down at the two. As he kept his eyes focused on the two ahead.

“Would not be wise to anger the one dressed up as a clown. Seems he eats people, and with the feeling of madness radiating from him best to not make any sudden moves.”

Sturm's voice would be calm in nature, but only loud enough for those standing next to him to hear. Before he could make another statement a cheer came from the back, a rallying for the cause. The crowd would roar in response. Sturm would only rub his chin as he turned his head so slightly left to right. He gave a slight chuckle at the response. It was funny to him because he had seen this kind of ambition before a fools ambition to rush off into the unknown without being prepared. Some would call him an adventurer, Sturm would call him naive. Especially when they are going to go against a unnamed number of the marine force. There was no telling what else these guys had in store. Then another male figure appeared behind the girl. Sturm only heard his voice but did not care to turn around once more. Not that he thought he was better than anyone around him just paranoid about this jester character. Then a shadow would be casted over them. Someone was above them, this was enough to divert his attention upward. He noticed someone was flying, no it could not be, something like that wasn't possible. Then it again it could be because he himself was a walking miracle. The crowd cheering would not notice this most likely. However, because he was not caught up in the excitement he was able to clearly make out this winged figure.

His trained eye watched carefully for a moment, a finger was pointed downward at the two who called this meeting. Sturm did not care to make a move because he was curious as to what she was attempting to do in all of this. If anything this would be a test of their strength, to see if this will be even worth such a thing. He did not draw any attention to her, nor could anyone see his eye movement as they were hidden behind rose tinted goggles. Ones that were a great defense against the ultra violet rays of the sun.


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12Death of Piracy Prologue 1 (Event) Empty Re: Death of Piracy Prologue 1 (Event) on Sun Jul 31, 2016 12:59 pm

omeh

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The crowds uproar caused a disturbance in Jaden's head , causing his buzz to fade away even more. He didn't like dealing with society without alcohol coursing through his veins. The formerly group of four after Jaden joined , gathered quiet the crowd after the landing of a little red hood , and a few unmentioned others in his liking. He only mentions little red other than the cowboy was the fact the color red is a distracting color. It's one of the first colors someone sets their eyes on when looking at a distance or in their peripheral. Other than that he didn't mind anyone joining as his internal hostility meter hadn't gone off , which meant he didn't fear anyone around. Though the "clown" fella was an interesting sight , and the topic of eating human flesh had risen he didn't really concern himself. "Curiosity kill the cat " , and he wasn't no pussy.

"I'll wait"

Being as slothful as he was , he'd yawn as he brung his hand to his ear as his right pinky finger switched around inside. The noise was still quiet the annoyance. Cleaning his ear , he'd somewhat present his "sleepy nature" , though he was fully awake it seemed as if he was sleep walking. He'd wait along side the other's waiting for answers . Some say they were summoned by this "Scarface" character who , he assumed stood in front of him. He might have been lazy but he was quite bright ear hustling on other people's conversations , acquiring information that'll he would put together alongside his awaited answer.

He was willing to fight for whatever cause their was but he wasn't losing his life over someone else's dreams. He owed no one here anything , so why would he lay down his only life? He heard if they won this shindig , they'd be able to make it into the grandline and that was his goal to survive until then. He'd sit around and wait most of it out , and only fight once necessary. A mission like this would require numbers by the marines , which he was well aware of. He'd yawn once more , covering his mouth this time , and shake his dank afro as he usually did to kill his boredom. Patiently , how would this decision affect his future?


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13Death of Piracy Prologue 1 (Event) Empty Re: Death of Piracy Prologue 1 (Event) on Tue Aug 02, 2016 7:15 pm

Sturm and Omeh, why are you skipping people

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14Death of Piracy Prologue 1 (Event) Empty Re: Death of Piracy Prologue 1 (Event) on Tue Aug 02, 2016 8:57 pm

Geno

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>Social thread
>Interacting among ourselves
>have to wait 6 days for npc to post
>no posting order cause no combat

Ya we skipped no one and also have not changed the dynamics of how things went.


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