D.Mantisk's Amass of Charas

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Got myself arsed to copy paste just about each and every one here!
Left a few out, such as the frog-dude, fashion-freak, witch, and the wasp-dude (perhaps forgot someone, but whatever!). A mod is free to delete em upon impulse. Along all the rest of the copy-pasted, please! :X

Also, for the sake of convenience, I are added the text (Unoccupied) after each that lacks a crew of some sort. So, if someone's looking for crew members, pick one of such out. >.<

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Scarthe Scarecrow: Approved

Spoiler:

Name: Pump-Mump

Nicknames: Scarethe Scarecrow

Age: ???

Gender: None, formerly male.

Date of Birth: 25th of October

Home Town: Avalon

Occupation: Scarecrow!

Eyes: Empty eyesockets in a carved pumpkin.

Hair: Has some withered straws sticking to random directions from the top of the pumpkin-head, some downwards, some upwards. Looks pretty messy.

Body: He's a scarecrow. A couple of broomsticks latched together to resemble a human being, with an old pumpkin with a smiling mouth with waving teeth and a pair of large round holes as eyes. There's a large indestructible dark-purple orb buried inside the pumpkin, which is one of his personal secrets. Whatever it's purpose is, he keeps to himself. His broom-arms are always stretched to point to his sides, with a pair of sharp rusted rakes at each end. Has no legs, actually, just hay sticking out of the hems of his pants. Notably, Scarethre is completely incapable of bending any parts of his body. He can spin his head about, and turn around with the use of the pole sticking from his spine. Other than that, he's sort of limited. Obviously his mouth never moves when he talks, but voice just booms out from inside the pumpkin.

Height: 5'0

Weight: 105lbs what with all the junk included.

Description: A living scarecrow with a jovial personality. Can't do much of anything but one simple spinning-attack as far as fighting goes. Not that he has to worry about dying much, since he's virtually an immortal entity. Never really shares much of the information regarding himself.

Clothes: A tattered, dusty grey shirt with a torn brown open jacket with cut-off sleeves atop it, along with a pair of pained dark-brown short pants squeezed tight around his "waist" with a short rope. Has straws sticking out from the sleeves of the shirt and the hems of the pants. As stated, there are rakes at each of his "hands", and a long sturdy pole serving as a spine, which reached further to the ground than his feet do. A pair of rusted old scythes have been attached to his back, with the scythe-bits pointing to opposite directions to his left and right, around his head-level.

Weapons: Pretty much the rakes which serve as his hands.

Special Techniques/Attacks:
Whirlwind Attack: Pretty much spins, which is, after all, all he can do. Generates a slight gust of wind, and the rakes pretty much tear through nearby enemies. If he manages to get enough speed to his spin and can do it long enough, the whirlwind that spins around him also gains the ability to slice, making the radius a bit larger.

Specialties: The one attack he has!

Devil's Fruit: Unknown - if he has any.

Devil's Fruit Ability: As above!

Crew: None.

Bounty: None.

Personality: An oddly cheery scarecrow who seems to know his place perfectly fine. Talks way too much considering how little topics he knows of. Seems to have quite a lot of secrets hidden somewhere in that pumpkin of his.

Habits: Uses the term "chill", "cool" and "mon" (apparently meaning to say "man", as if a hippie of some sort) all the time, having apparently adopted the terms from from someone else.

Likes: Talking to someone else than himself.

Dislikes: Nothing, really.

Family: All of em have been dead and buried for ages now.

Friends/Allies: None, really. He's been standing around in a long-empty field for decades, after all.

Rivals: Chillyf Rigid (deceased), Cooloff Rigid (alive)

Heroes: None.

Dreams: Keeps it to himself.

History:
Through some strange events, the "soul" of a person known once as Pump-Mump has entered a scarecrow, and found his way out of his homeland of Avalon. Wether this is thanks to a devil's fruit or some other form of trickery is something he keeps to himself.

What he does remain open, though, is that he loathes the clan Rigid - the bloodline of witch-doctors who reside in the land of Avalon. The one known as Chillyf Rigid died quite a long time ago, and apparently Scarethe Scarecrow has some grudge towards him. Avalon, being somewhat reserved, keeps much of it's history to itself, and as such no one really knows that Chillyf Rigid was considered somewhat of a hero in the land. The son of the late hero, a witch-doctor known as Cooloff Rigid, seems to be far less heroic. He is known of his ongoing schematics of creating a new ice age, using some sort of powerful magical means to spread coldness throughout the seas. The land of Avalon, mostly it's deity, are told to keep the fiendish plot of Cooloff Rigid at check. A whole lot of the situation is kept to Avalon itself, although the World Government knows of the threat which Cooloff Rigid poses. Still, the whole situation is under control, although constantly lingering on the verge of taking a turn for worse.

Whatever Pump-Mump's role in all of this is, is for him to know and no one else. As long as until he'd find his way back to his home. Seeing that he considered Cooloff Rigid an enemy, it is obvious that Pump-Mump would wish to do something about the witch-doctor.

Still, much of it remains a question mark. :X

Kalinka Meansley, Marine: Approved

Spoiler:

It looks like this 2nd chara thing is the new trend, so... :p

Name: Kalinka Meansley
Age: Anything she wishes to. As a 'lady' she won't answer the question of "how old are you really?".
Gender: Female
Date of Birth: 21st of November
Home Town: The Sinking-Marsh Island in South Blue
Occupation: Marine Officer
Eyes: Light pink (it's said to be a disease :p).
Hair: Lavender blue, shoulder length. They get very curly in the front, forming what looks like hooks that hang around her cheeks. When younger, it retains the length, making it about long enough to reach the halfway of her back.
Body: Basic OP skimply lady. Slightly flat-chested. She's somewhat pale, and has an incredibly smooth skin. Of course her form also depends on her age.
Height: 5'7 if in her 20-50's, otherwisely it depends on the age.
Weight: 95lbs, on all ages (oddly enough).
Description: Rather scheming and mysterious. She's a chronic liar. Doesn't like fighting, so relies on others most of the time.
Clothes: White tight short pants (they serve as baggy large pants if she turns into a child >.<), yellow crop top (which serves as a normal-appearing shirt when a kiddo), and sandals.
Weapons: The four marble pebbles she has. They can fly around and hit opponents as fast as bullets, as well as work for defense. She usually uses one of them to as a pad to lift herself off the ground, so she can avoid attacks. (See history for explanations!)
Special Techniques/Attacks: Doesn't name anything, but her entire battle strategy revolves around the pebbles smashing the enemy while she can take it easy.
Specialties: She can do alot of scouting around as a kid.
Devil Fruit: Age Age Fruit
Devil Fruit Ability: Paramecia-type; allows user to change her physical age at will, making them capable of pretty much being a little child, a teen, an adult, or an old person - anything goes. In addition, it grants the user immortality, as they won't become any older unless they wish to.
Crew: The Marines
Bounty: None
Personality: Somewhat self-centered, as she greatly dislikes having to be near to other people. She acts quite cheery in most times, and has a religious side to a less-known god of hers. Keeps most of the things involved with her as her own business, often avoiding any conversations where she'd have to answer such questions. Also has a slightly cowardish side when it comes down to fighting.
Hobbies: Has a multitude of dark-blue-ish marbe balls, which she likes to fondle in her hands as a stress relief.
Likes: Personal privacy. The god of her religion.
Dislikes: Noisy stuff. Also hates it if people try to have physical contact with her, often shouting hysterically if someone even bumps to her by accident.
Family: Presumed dead, since she's lived longer than they have. She considers the only necessary family as Sotanaht, as she's a 'child of theirs'.
Friends/Allies: Knows some pirates on the Grand Line. Keeps it to herself as well, since it'd cause trouble if the marines found out. >< Also is somewhat in good terms with certain vice-admiral.
Rivals: None
Heroes: 'Lord Sotanaht'; a shady god of her religion.
Dreams: To find a 'special someone'. Keeps it to herself pretty much.
History: Originating from an island which is completely covered in swamps. The Sinking-Swamp Island of South Blue is often avoided by outsiders, since there are stories flying around that the locals practice various types of voodoo and whatnot. Wether this is true or not, she was grown up there. Her parents were cultist of some sort, who worshipped something called Sotanaht as a god. Kalinka was raised to believe in it as well, but the religion seems to be somewhat mysterious as well, since she rarely speaks of it to the outsiders.

While exploring the marshes, she found a tree where the devil's fruit she consumed was growing in. She pretty much ate it with no knowledge of what it was. Considering what the ability granted is, she became immortal in terms of aging.

During the years she spent there, some guy fell in love with her. She showed no feelings back at him, but he was willing to do anything for her. As he aged, Kalinka suggested that she could use him in a ritual in order for the two to be 'together' forever. He agreed. The ritual was originally invented by a group of cultists on the island, who discovered a way to assign a person's consciousness into an object, allowing it to move around and do as the person would. It only works if the person has dedication strong enough for a cause. The ritual was a success, which is how the first one of her weapon pebbles was born. Three more arrived during the dozens of years she spent on the island, which she used in the same ritual.

Some years later she left the island for reasons unknown. She left off to the Grand Line, travelling with whatnot pirates and other ships that would pick her along. Apparently she met someone, who was so dashing in her opinion that she wishes to dedicate herself to him. Unfortunately for her, the person is travelling the world on his own, making it difficult to catch up to him. She still holds hopes for him, none the less.

Eventually ended up joining the Navy, for reasons she keeps to herself.

Illsalin Bekhan, a Marine Commander gone outlaw: Approved

Spoiler:

Name: Illsalin Bekhan
Nickname: Commander
Age: 38
Gender: Male
Date of Birth: February 13th
Home Town: The Moaning Mountains Island; South Blue
Occupation: Criminal (Former marine)
Eyes: Light brown, slightly red around the edges.
Hair: Light green with dark green highlights, long enough to go under the collar of his coat. Has three odd hooks made of hair coming from his forehead, long enough to touch his chin.
Body: Wide-shoulders, rather muscular; brown-ish skin. Has a scar which goes horizontally around his entire neck.
Height: 6'2
Weight: 291lbs
Description: Strong; ruthless; scheming.
Clothes: Dark-brown straight pants with trumpet hems, black sash on his waist, yellow t-shirt with the picture of a nuclear hazard printed on it, and a dark-green coat with various pictures of sea kings drawn on it, and a rather large collar that goes almost to his ears. The sash he has is tied on the coat. Has black leather boots, and a belt that goes diagonically over his chest, past his left shoulder - it's used to hold his trident on it, as it's handle can be seen sticking behind him.
Weapons: A 5'5 foot-long trident made of a shiny gold-colored metal alloy.
Special Techniques/Attacks: To be found out... *DUN DUN!* ><
Specialties: Disposing of his enemies no matter what the way or the cost.
Devil Fruit: Slime Slime Fruit
Devil Fruit Ability: Logia-type; allows user to produce or become infinite amounts of extremely sticky brown colored goo. Unable to fly in his goo form.
Bounty: 150,000,000 bellies
Personality: Very self-centered and egoistic. Gives little to no value to other people's lives, considering everyone around him as mere tools. Infamous for his ruthless nature, as he's several times used very contriversial means to achieve his goals.
Habits: Whenever he wins in any way, he loves to rub it in just to tick people off. Starts talking extremely fast if annoyed or pissed off. Laughs as 'Nyah nyah nyah nyah!'.
Likes: Power; wealth; having things go his way.
Dislikes: People who refuse to do things in the most effective way due to some moral values and whatnot.
Family: Had a mother, father and two brothers. Arrested and had them executed by himself for being involved with pirates.
Friends/Allies: Doesn't recognize anyone worthy of being a friend of his.
Rivals: Despite not really telling anyone of it, he's absolutely disgusted of the fact that 'some little whelp was promoted to an admiral'.
Heroes: Doesn't- ...You know the drill.
Dreams: To rule the world...! How original! >.<
History: Joined the marines in his teens, serving as a seaman for several years. Was first raised due to his outstanding performance during battle, later on due to the way he could just about always succeeed in reaching any of objectives given to him.

During the years as a captain he returned to his hometown, just to witness his family helping some travelling pirates. He had them arrested and killed, and according to the witnesses - he 'didn't even shed a tear'.

Some years later as he was promoted to the rank of a commander, he was given a devil's fruit as a reward. Ate it just in order to gain more power.

A year or so before, he was supposed to be promoted again, but it was cancelled due to someone reporting that he had been taking bribes from various criminals and whatnot. Oddly enough, the ones who rat him out disappeared in a matter of days.

As of late, his crewmates have been giving alarming reports of odd activity which Illsalin is doing in his patrolling area. They say he often leaves the territory he's designated to, and has been meeting with shady people in several occasions.

As of recently, Illsalin has officially ditched the marines, hanging around with two people while they're headed for 'some kingdom', in order to fetch something of great value. He received his bounty mostly for the fact that he has betrayed the Navy, as well as for hanging around with the 120,000,000 belli bounty-head criminal, Aka Pulco Smartypants.

Chosooth the Nameless, a Shady Traveller: Approved

Spoiler:

Name: Chosooth
Nickname: The Nameless
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Date of Birth: 7th of July
Home Town: Everfall Island, Grand Line
Occupation: Criminal!
Eyes: Completely white, with tiny little black spots in the middle of them. Has a very piercing stare.
Hair: Pale white, squeezed into a tight pigtail which hangs to the halfway of his back.
Body: Looks somewhat thin and bony, albeit wide-shouldered. Pale brown-ish skin color. Has very sharp and jagged teeth, with two of them that come from the sides making him appear as a vampire (which adds up much to his history...).
Height: 5'9
Weight: 185lbs
Description: Hellishly strong and fast. Has also mastered his devil's fruit powers far beyond normal limitations.
Clothes: A dark-colored cloak, along with a rather large, round and black felt hat. Under the cloak he has black straight pants and a white coat, which has black forking lightning-shaped ornates which travel downward from the shoulder paddings. Under the coat he has nothing, revealing his abdomen, which has a X-shaped scar. Also wears a fancy black pearl necklace, which is worth hundreds of millions due to the rarity of the pearls.
Weapons: Martial arts and the use of his devil's fruit. Both his gloves and boots have an outer layer which consists of fiber-version of seastone.
Special Techniques/Attacks: To be found out... *DUN DUN*
Specialties: Scouting large areas; slaughtering people.
Pirate Crew: Unknown
Bounty: None. Would possibly have an enormous bounty for all his deeds, if any of them were known to be done by him.
Devil Fruit: Bat Bat Fruit
Devil Fruit Ability: Zoan-type;
allows user to transform into a half-beast bat, or a full bat form. The half-beast form makes him half taller, widens his shoulders a bit, makes his skin turn dark brown and grows black fur, while also growing his ears bigger and pointier. He also grows wings between his sides and arms. Strength increases drastically while in this form. The full-beast form is an odd one. Instead of transforming him into one bat, it allows him to turn into a horde of such.

He has also honed his ability far enough to instictly turn into a horde of bats if he were to be attacked, thus allowing him to imitate logias to some extenct. Not only that, he's also capable of partial transforming; as in turning his arms into the wings without having to turn his entire body into such. Being a bat, he also sends out sonic waves around him, allowing him to radar areas around him in order to be aware of any incoming attacks. In other words - he doesn't have to rely to his sight at all.
Personality: He's a die-hard gentleman. Refers to other people with very formal names, such as 'sir', 'madame', or 'gentleman'. He absolutely hates people who have no manners, but doesn't resort to violence unless they act rude excessively. When dealing with people he knows well, he doesn't really show that much manners toward them.
Hobbies: Tasting wines. Observing things.
Likes: Drama. He's very fond of watching sad moments, where tears, hatred, sorrow, and such are involved. He sometimes ruins any happy moments (for instance, if a loving couple is brought together, he might just jump in and kill one of them) just so he can quickly turn the event into something which he considers more amusing.
Dislikes: Happy people, pointless friendships, etc. Bad manners. Loud and self-centered people.
Family: Dead.
Friends/Allies: Some people who work for him/with him. More of allies than friends.
Rivals: None.
Heroes: None.
Dreams: To kill as many people as possible. Has actually planned out a way to be able to do so faster.
History: Born on a very primitive island, which always has fall climate on it, with practically no sources of food in it. The island has many devil's fruits growing on it, but the islanders wish to have nothing to do with them, due to them being 'cursed fruits'. Chosooth was born into a large family, with many brothers and sisters. In the island, there were several villages - sort of tribes - which killed the representives of the other villages for food. Thus, Chosooth was trained to become a natural born killer and hunter, just in order to preserve their family.

In some ten years, the other villages had been wiped out. The last remaining village, being the one where Chosooth was, started to kill their own now, eating one another - simply by having a lottery to pick the next one to be killed. As his sisters and brothers were getting fewer and fewer, Chosooth eventually killed his parents as they were asleep. The other villagers were infuriated, deciding to kill him. They fed him one of the cursed fruits, which turned him into a hammer. With that, they carried him to a cliff near the ocean, throwing him down. Chosooth, by accident, figured out his ability and turned into his half-beast bat form, thus being saved from falling, as he could fly. The islanders tried to run in terror, but were all butchered by Chosooth. He left the island shortly after, travelling the world, killing people for both sport and amusement. The reason why he has yet to receive a bounty for his actions is simple; he never leaves survivors that would be able to tell anything about him. Thus, the Marines have placed most of the killings he has done in the account of 'the Nameless'.

In some dozen years, he has got himself involved with an organization of some sort, which works in a certain section of the Grand Line; apparently looking for someone - or something. His task is to travel around the world; keeping check on the employers as well as doing other odd jobs.

Other: Laughs as 'Kekeke'.

Sirsayce Kotona, a Reincarnating Progidy: Approved

Spoiler:

Name: Sirsayce Kotona

Nickname: N/A (Doesnt have one; not recognized by the marines so far. :X)

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Date of Birth: May 25th

Home Town: Limecove Town; East Blue

Occupation: Traveller

Eyes: Rust-red

Hair: Bright messy blonde, halfway to his back. Hangs freely behind his ears and shoulders.

Body: Rather muscular, but nothing too much. Caucasian lightly tanned skin color. Has a tusk-like large jagged tooth coming from the left side of his lower teeth, which causes his speaking to get a bit muffled.

Height: 5'7

Weight: 161lbs

Description: He possesses the astonishing ability to quickly learn to use any weapon. Unfortunately his lack of interest to use something for longer periods makes it impossible for him to become too good in anything (ie. swordsmanship or sharpshooting).

Clothes: T-shirt with black left side and white right side, with two different colored spots in the middle (think about ying-yang...), accompanied by light-grey short pants with a red scarf tied around his waist. Also wears a brown bandanna.

Weapons: Anything goes. He wants to master every weapon and battle style that there is.

Special Techniques/Attacks: I suppose they're to be revealed in the RP... :p

Specialties: Reincarnates on a desert island whenever he's killed.

Pirate Crew: N/A

Bounty: N/A

Devil Fruit: N/A

Devil Fruit Ability: N/A

Personality: Enthusiastic, loud, slow; a simpleton. Hasn't seen much of the world yet, so he's often amazed by trivial things. Tends to get a bit obessed with various things. He's also quite terrified of getting hurt.

Habits: He's often naming things - such as attacks, places, occurances, almost anything - after himself. In example, if an opponent swordsman makes an impressive attack and hits him with it, Sirsayce may first compliment the attack, then name it after himself - despite the fact that his opponent had named it before him. This carries on to almost everything, much to everyone's annoyance. In addition, Sirsayce has a habit to mostly say that he 'came up' with something or 'found' this and that, despite it rarely being true. He can't speak quite right due to the big tooth, which is why he add's a plenty of extra S's in his words.

Hobbies: Trying to learn new battle styles, usage of different weapons, and whatnot else.

Likes: Compliments. Success.

Dislikes: Always ending up on the same damn island when he gets killed (see history).

Family: His twin brother called Heelayce. Parents still living fine at their home island.

Friends/Allies: None as of currently.

Rivals: His brother. It's more of a friendly rivarly, as they have no grudge at all against one another.

Heroes: N/A

Dreams: To be 'better' than his brother.

History:
18 years ago, two brothers were born. They were identical in almost every way! After years and years of jolly life and brotherly bonds, both Sirsayce and his twin brother Heelayce were kicked out of their home by their parents. Thus, the two decided to both go on their ways and someday meet, in order to see which one has accomplished more.

Like Heelayce, Sirsayce was wandering around aimlessly. At one point the ship he was travelling in was attacked by pirates, with Sirsayce somehow ending up alone on a lifeboat. After days of drifting throughout the seas, he ended up on some small island with a tropical climate. No one lived there but some old man who was busy practicing odd black magics of his. Sirsayce pestered him for weeks, claiming all his spells and whatnot to be invented by him instead. The old man got pissed off eventually, cursing Sirsayce to be forever doomed to be reborn on this same island if he were to die. Sirsayce laughed at this concept, claiming it to be the 'Sirsayce-bluff'.

Unfortunately - or fortunately - for Sirsayce, it was true. One day he died by getting eaten by a sea king, but as soon as it all blacked out, he realized he was again at the same tropical island as before. The old man had died of old age while Sirsayce was gone. Even so, Sirsayce laughed at the whole idea of 'curse' being rather useful, as he was now theorically immortal.

Nowadays Sirsayce travels the world for pointless reasons, having died a plenty of times by now.

Cyrus Page, a member of the Cobalt Herald: Approved

Spoiler:

Name: Cyrus Page
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Date of Birth: 15th of August
Home Town: North Blue; Limp Town
Occupation: Outlaw
Eyes: Light-red
Hair: Straight dark-red - almost as dark as to appear black - shoulder-length. Has a lock of hair hanging over the left part of his face, hiding the large tattoo of his.
Body: Nothing too muscular, although not all that frail-appearing, either. Tanned light-brownish skin. Has a tattoo of small black text saying "The skies shall wilt, shatter, dissipate, and grant the throne of theirs to the infinite darkness" on the left side of his face, a bit above his left eye. Has very sharp, long fingernails, along with rather long arms, as in his straight posture they hang almost down to his knees. His entire body is transparent, due to the devil's fruit he ate.
Height: 5'8
Weight: 128lbs
Description: Speedy; agile; efficient; clever; the 'hit-to-kill'-type.
Clothes: A cobalt-blue robe with black and yellow ornates and decorations all over it. Wears black sleeveless shirt and short pants under it, although they can't really be ever seen. Has regular black suit shoes and black leather gloves on him. He keeps the robe loosely open, revealing his underclothings.
Weapons: His sharpened hands. Can cut through almost anything as if it was butter with a simple chop.
Special Techniques/Attacks: (So far!)

Lucky Shards - Touches an object or a person, turning it into glass as if a spreading infection. Things turned into glass harden and become transparent. A person will turn into glass slower, but the results are the same; if hit, the glassified things will shatter. Water will undo the effects of the ability.

Mosaic Diffuse - Plants his hands on the ground and turns everything in a wide radius around him into glass, depending much on their material. Spreads as if an infection, like the Lucky Shards, being capable of turning a person in glass if they stand around in the said radius like idiots.

Shards Kempo - Martial art style which consists of kicking or chopping people's limbs off like butter; only capable of doing such due to his body being extremely sharp.

Specialties: Assasination, stealing.
Devil's Fruit: Hari Hari no Mi (Glass Glass Fruit... Hari = crystal or glass. :X)
Devil's Fruit Ability: Paramecia-type; makes the user's body extremely sharp, as if glass shards. Touching the eater alone causes cuts, while the user is capable of using any part of their body as a cutting weapon. Also allows the user to turn objects into glass, making them easy to shatter. Downsides are that the user's own body is extremely fragile, as if being glass, while the user has also turned transparent.
Crew: The Cobalt Herald
Bounty: None
Personality: Twisted, evil, and arrogant. Acts on impulse, giving little to no care for any consequences.
Habits: Likes to shout around in ecstatic way when excited. Laughs as 'jeahajaahahaa' - or variations of such. Calls people who he wants to insult as 'slags'.
Hobbies: Causing trouble.
Likes: Mayhem, destruction, bloodshed, causing fear... And such.
Dislikes: Waiting. Listening to other people preaching. Arguing with Shirley.
Family: Father used to be a petty marine, but died by the hands of a notorious pirate crew. Mother lives on at Limp Town. Has no siblings.
Friends/Allies: The other heralds.
Rivals: None.
Heroes: Himself!
Dreams: To live forever.
History:
Originating from Limp Town in North Blue, Cyrus used to be a more or less normal kid. Some say he fell on his head as a baby, while some say he was being bullied and whatnot. Either way, he began to show psychopatic tendencies at young age.

In the age of 13, he went as far as to kill some girl he had been stalking, which is why his mother helped him escape the island before they'd catch him and execute him. Cyrus travelled around, becoming a pirate at the age of 19. He served the notorious Blazing Scarves for four years, being rewarded with a devil's fruit during those years.

Their captain was eventually captured by the marines, which is why the crew split up. Years later, while running rampant across the world while causing trouble, Cyrus was noticed by some of the heralds, who invited him to their group. He's been with them ever since.

Shirley Faithmoore, another member of the Cobalt Herald: Approved

Spoiler:

Name: Shirley Faithmoore
Age: 31
Gender: Female
Date of Birth: 29th of January
Home Town: Unknown; Lon Lon Baby
Occupation: Outlaw
Eyes: Dark-brown
Hair: Slick black pulled behind her ears, shoulder-length. Keeps it under her robe's collar, thus not really revealing how long it is.
Body: Nothing too spectacular, although rather feminine. Slightly tanned caucasian skin color. Likes to wear white lip gloss, making it look as if her lips were sort of withered and dried.
Height: 5'2
Weight: 89lbs
Description:
Clothes: The regular cobalt-blue robe with black and yellow ornates and decorations all over it. Wears brown leather sandals, dark-brown straight pants and a black net-shirt under the robe; all of which are rarely if ever visible. Has a sort of thick sash tied diagonically over her torso.
Weapons: Wards (sort of sticks with odd wooden masks attached to them) which possess various effects, often related to affecting large areas or the people who gaze at the wards. (To be revealed in tah RP... ;o)
Special Techniques/Attacks: As above. To be edited when she'd start revealing em. :X
Specialties: Strategies; calculating and planning things out.
Devil's Fruit: None
Crew: The Kobalt Herald
Bounty: None
Personality: Passive and cold. Doesn't care much for other people's affairs or interests, only dedicating herself for getting the job at hand done. Even so, she has an odd habit of being angered easily, and when she does, she begins to sprout out the same mocking word - over and over again - at the person she's pissed off at.
Habits: Calls people she dislikes or wants to offend 'muck'... Alot.
Hobbies: Drinking. She's rather fond of wines, although she knows nothing of them - thus making a fool out of herself rather often.
Likes: Wine! ><
Dislikes: Having to argue with Cyrus. The two are often ensued in a seemingly infinite mocking marathon, whereas both repeat their favorite insult-words at one another over and over and over and over again. Some speculate that they're enjoying themselves while doing this, although both are just driven to not shut up until the other one gives up.
Family: A primitive tribe living on an island on the Grand Line.
Friends/Allies: The rest of the Cobalt Herald.
Rivals: Hates the Oraculum, although she doesn't openly admit it.
Heroes: Nothing really. Perhaps the nameless deceased voodoo-witch who taught her everything about using wards in battle.
Dreams: Nothing really. Doesn't care that much.
History: Adopted by the Oraculum since she was born, as her parents sold her away. She wouldn't get any further than a slave there, serving mostly as a miner.

Eventually - due to the lameness of spending aeons in some gloomy mines - she ran away from the Lon Lon Baby. During this time, she was still a teenager, but as most people who grow up associated with the Oraculum, she was sort of ahead of her time; being perfectly capable of taking care of herself. She managed to sneak aboard a marine ship which travelled through the seas for weeks, with her ending up on an island on the Grand Line with a nasty voodoo-tribe of some sort. After a couple of days of intentions revolving around her being thrown into a volcano or a pot - she managed to befriend the savages. They soon became her one and only family, with the local witch doctor being a sort of father-figure to her.

Years passed until the tribe was attacked by a pack of pirates - which even the powerful witch doctor was unable to handle. Thus, Shirley left the island by sneaking aboard the pirate ship. She didn't really seem to care for the savages by this rate, possibly due to being bored with their jolly tribal life. Thus, she spent several years more travelling around and working with whatnot criminals and pirates just for the heck of it. She soon developed a relationship towards money, realizing what it meant. She was among the founding members of the Cobalt Herald, thus having been with them ever since the pack was formed.

Chikamaru (despite having yet to ever using this, I are sorta holding onto it just to have dibs on a mantis-zoan! And because of the comedic value regarding mr Baron's reaction on it's weight. >.<): Approved

Spoiler:

Name: Chikamaru

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Date of Birth: 3rd of February

Home Town: Karate Island; South Blue

Occupation: Bounty Hunter; Swordsman

Eyes: Perfectly round all-yellow pupils on a clear-white layer.

Hair: Curly white, ear-length, but can't be seen due to his hat.

Body: Skinny and pale. Has extremely long and bony limbs, and a small torso. His head is also sort of thin, with his face looking bizarre and malformed. It's as if his eyes were on the sides of his head, while his mouth is stuck on an eerie smile; while as he talks, his upper head moves as if it wasn't attached to the lower part of his head at all. Has no nose - just two holes. Wears a sort of veil and yellow-line-tattoos around his pale white face, making it look a bit more pleasant.

Height: 6'4

Weight: 42lbs

Description: Hard-hitting and fast. Not very durable. Possesses incredible physical strength, despite looking like he's all skin and bones. The thin limbs allow him to move his arms faster, thus letting him attack quicker than a normal human being would ever be able to.

Clothes: A sort of white coif on his head, with chain parts hanging around the sides of his head, which are also colored white. Has a white coat taped to his shoulders with yellow hems, and web-like artistic golden ornates covering it. Wears casual white straight pants and a thick white shirt under it. All his clothes are made of elastic material, as they bend any way necessary whenever he uses his ability.

Weapons: The scythes he possesses. Capable of partially transforming himself, thus producing the scythes alone if he wishes to.

Special Techniques/Attacks: To be revealed...! ><

Specialties: Swordsmanship.

Devil's Fruit: Bagu Bagu no Mi, model Mantis (Bug Bug Fruit...)

Devil's Fruit Ability: Zoan-type; allows the user to transform into a half-beast or a full-beast praying mantis. The half-beast form provides the user with longer limbs and green slimy skin, transforming them into a humanoid-like mantis which stands on two feet, has scythes as hands, and a pair of wings hanging from their lower back. The full-beast form transforms the user into a huge version of a regular praying mantis.

Crew: Feral Swarm

Bounty: None

Personality: Enthusiastic and psychotic. Yells around alot, often being excited easily. Loves cutting things up with his 'beautiful scythes'.

Habits: Sprouts the word 'chika' a whole lot, often in serieses. Can serve as laugh or something random he says while thinking.

Hobbies: Training to attack faster and faster.

Likes: Cutting things up! Himself. :o

Dislikes: Losing. Large things.

Family: Father used to be a petty marine, but died by the hands of a notorious pirate crew. Mother lives on at Limp Town. Has no siblings.

Friends/Allies: His comrades.

Rivals: Hawk-Eye Mihawk. They fought once, with Chikamaru losing, although he was putting up a minor fight after revealing his ability.

Heroes: Waledd the Pirate-Bane; a famous marine swordsman who died years ago after retiring. As a child, Chikamaru saw him make short work of some pirates, and has idolized the man ever since.

Dreams: To become the ultimate swordsman.

History: Being from Karate Island, Chikamaru was supposed to become a martial arts master. He gave up on this soon enough, as he was unable to grow muscles at all. His mother was a diver, who searched for pearls, as well as served as the combatant of the village they lived in. She fought off some pirates at one rate, and found a devil's fruit aboard their ship. Considering that eating such thing would rob her of her ability to swim - which was what she made a living with - she gave it to her son. Chikamaru ate it, soon realizing the abilities he had been granted by it. He's been training to become a swordsman ever since, keeping speed in high value. Confronted Mihawk once, but was beaten - barely walking out of there alive.



.... Promised at one point to add something to the history. Can't be arsed to. :p

Bulila Necroth: Approved (Unoccupied*) * = Sort of... Thanks to mr Shadowing's inactivity!

Spoiler:

Name: Bulila Necroth

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Date of Birth: 19th of August

Home Town: Flatburg, West Blue

Occupation: Pirate, co-captain

Eyes: Black, large.

Hair: Straight black with a minor tint of dark-brown to it, long enough to reach her knees (has stretched it longer with her ability). There's a large round part on top of her head which is dyed white, having two crescent-shaped black spots in it, making it resemble a skull (when added up with her forehead tattoo).

Body: Slender and curvy, quite stacked, with utterly tight skin. Dark-grey skin color. Wasn't that pretty or well-shaped to begin with, but after gaining her ability, she can pretty much mold herself into any shape or figure which pleases her the most. Narrow crooked black eyebrows, with extraordinarily long eyelaces. Has lighter-grey mascara around her eyes, and lipstick of the very same shade. The most noteworthy feature would be the huge tattoo she has on her forehead, which looks like a set of jagged white fangs. The ones on the sides are much longer and larger than the others, reaching almost down to her cheeks. The tattoo starts from below her hairdo, so it molds together neatly with the white part of her hair to make it look like a menacing skull from the bird's view.

Height: 5'3

Weight: 89lbs

Description: An ominous and slightly twisted young lady with quite the overpowered ability. Lacks speed and strength, but has quite the quick reflexes and wit.

Clothes: Changes occasionally, usually being something less-exposing with rather grim colors. Currently a light-grey tank-top with the word "CROOK" written on it. with a long-sleeved bright-brown short jacket, accompanied by tight dark-blue jeans with a short darker-blue denim skirt on it. Black long boots.

Weapons: Has a saber hanging from the belt on the left side of her waist, which she doesn't really use at all. Fancies using her Devil's Fruit ability to deal with things.

Special Techniques/Attacks: (Will come up with more on the run! :X)

Spoiler:

Deviation: Grabs the air and pulls it to some direction, which creates a shortened effect whereas the part of air which is twisted will cause any object that enters it to twist to the direction which it was pulled into. Used to make projectile attacks change their course.

Distortion: Grabs a person's body part and twists it, which has different effects varying on which part she manages to grab. For instance, if she manages to make a person's leg crooked and deformed, it should greatly affect their running speed and such. Another example would be to turn one's face inside so they can't see anything.

Armorbid: Grabs a person or an object and twists it around her as a meat shield or a protective armor.

Specialties: Scaring people; torture; one-on-one fighting.

Devil's Fruit: Yori Yori no Mi (Twist Twist Fruit)

Devil's Fruit Ability: Paramecia-type; allows the user to 'twist' objects simply by sinking their hand into them, and then pulling, twisting, stretching, bending - or anything - to make the objects change it's shape. Physical strength of the user doesn't matter, since it feels like soft dough and is just as easy to manipulate. No matter what the material, the object will be stuck in it's twisted form once Bulila lets go of it; meaning that if she grabs a person by the face and bends their face into a messed-up spiral, the person's face would thus remain as that. Being soaked completely in water will undo the effects.

Crew: None so far.

Bounty: None.

Personality: Snobby, self-centered, and utterly childish. Still prefers to remain quiet and allow those she considers her superiors to do the talking and such. But if it's someone she doesn't know or whom she deems inferior to herself in any way, then she treats them as mere trash. Insists to be the center of attention most of the time.

Likes to make faces at people or mess up with them otherwisely just for the sake of mischief. Considering what her ability allows her to do, both of the before mentioned are quite easy to pull off.

Bulila is somewhat gullible, as she can easily be persuaded with a couple of utterly phony compliments.

Habits: Uses the words "not enough ..." when referring to how she feels about things (ie. "not enough care"). During arguments, she blatantly denies everything thrown at her with a blunt "nuh uh", so it's rather pointless to try to prove a point on anything to her.

Insists that she'd be the younger one of the siblings, since she doesn't like being referred to as "older sister" due to it making her feel like she's old.

Likes: Compliments. Shiny things.

Dislikes: Having to wait for something or not being paid attention to.

Family: Brother, alive. Parents, deceased.

Friends/Allies: Her beloved older-brother.

Rivals: None.

Heroes: None.

Dreams: To be utterly wealthy and powerful (powerful as in terms of status).

History:
Flatburg's a huge town in a huge island within West Blue. The less-wealthy family line of Necroth had dimished into the last married couple, who had two children - a boy and a girl! Unfortunately, the mother died after giving birth to the second one. The girl would be named Bulila. The father raised the two the best he could, gaining quite the lot of help from the relatives.

As the children grew up, the father would alway remind them of their late mother and of the fact that she'd be watching them even from beyond the grave. He would take them outside the family crypt each week. However, one day the children broke into the crypt and exhumed her grave, playing with her remains. Some bypassers noticed and took them back home, whereas their father was absolutely infuriated as he had no choice but to punish the two and explain that such things cannot be done. The children went on doing it over and over again, claiming that it was all right since their mother was with them as they were playing with her, until the crypt had way too strong locks and such built on it so that they could no longer break in.

The two found a Devil's Fruit from a ship they sneaked on one day, taking it to their hideout with them. It was nothing unusual to hear scary tales of such fruits, ones stating that anyone who eats such will explode or become a monster of some sort. Bulila eventually gave in to her brother's continuous nagging, eating it. After a bite, she concluded how horrible it tasted, insisting to not take another bite. And as we know, the first bite is already enough.

Some days later she had learned enough of her newfound abilities to use them for breaking into the crypt once again. After that, the townsfolk had had enough, insisting that the two would be kept locked up or something. The father was about to give up hope by that rate, which is why he had the family crypt demolished and took all the family remains home, whereas the two were allowed to play with them all they wanted.

Perhaps the decision their father made was a less bright one. The two developed an odd interest on human remains, learning more and more of such as they grew up. Both were sort of outcasts due to the brother also having eaten a Devil's Fruit soon enough, which is why they wouldn't be accepted into schools or such. The father raised them until they were old enough to leave home, whereas he kicked both of them out during the very same day. As if that hadn't been enough, the townsfolk chased them out of the town shortly after.

Vice-Admiral Mrivali, THE Villain: Approved

Spoiler:

Once upon a time there were marines who were corrupt. And then there was Mrivali, who was on a league of his own. Even Spandam looks like a saint if compared to this bastard!

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Name: Mrivali D. Emoness (AHAHAHAH!! "EMONESS"! IT BE THE WORD OF THE HOUR! Damn that surname has many meanings. Demoness, meaning he's demonic, although it sort of refers to him as a female. And then that's he emo! Although he's not... Oh well.)

Age: 39

Gender: Male

Date of Birth: 13th of October

Home Town: Marie Joie

Occupation: Marine, Vice-Admiral

Eyes: His left eye is brown, while his right one is black - that being a glass eye.

Hair: Halfway to his back long, shiny golden, all combed over to his right, hanging behind his shoulder.

Body: Rather muscular and wide-shouldered. Tanned caucasian skin, with an eerie purple tint to it. Has a pointy nose and an unshaved blonde beard, and a gold tooth which he loves to show as he grins by opening the left side of his mouth slightly. A long vertical scar travels past the glass eye.

Height: 5'7

Weight: 239lbs

Description: The pillarstone of marine corruption. A twisted monster who considers the marine flag as a mere cloak which he can use to go around doing whatever suits him the best. Extremely dangerous due to the extraordinarily powerful devil's fruit he possesses.

Clothes: Dark-grey jeans with white flames pictures on the hems, accompanied by a brown blouse, and a stained, filthy light-grey coat on it. Also wears a red silk scarf around his neck, a light-brown cowboy hat, a loosely tied black belt with white rivets and a gun in a brown leather holster, and cowboy boots with silver spurs. To make it simple - he pretty much resembles a cowby.

Weapons: His devil's fruit ability and his gun, among other things.

Special Techniques/Attacks: To be revealed...! ><

Specialties: Slaughtering

Devil's Fruit: Neta Neta no Mi (Material Material Fruit)

Devil's Fruit Ability: Logia-type; allows the user to become or produce a strange unknown gas, which possesses the appearance of a thick dark-purple mist. The odd thing is, that the gas contains the properties of metal, thus being solid and theorically impossible to go through in any way. To make it simple - he can produce floating clouds of terrifyingly strong metal at will; as well as turn into such.

Crew: The Navy Marines

Personality: Evil. Twisted. Sadistic. Psychopathic. Corrupt. Egoistic. Loves killing people, and is not afraid to use his rank to get away with it. Despite the way the World Government favors him, he pledges no loyalty back to them.

Habits: Loves to grace people with his signature grin, whereas he opens the left side of his mouth slightly to show his golden tooth to them. Calls people 'pests', often making several analogies revolving around such when wanting to mock people.

Hobbies: Killing people. Whenever he enters a town and sees pirates in it, or leaving it, he may just get in there and slaughter all the townsfolk, while blaming it on the pirates in his report. It's their word against his, after all...

Likes: Power. Wealth. And killing! ><

Dislikes: Having to pay attention to others. People who he deems inferior.

Family: Deceased.

Friends/Allies: A few selected people in the Navy; one of them being captain Jokamie. Some rumors fly around that he may be involved with a couple of pirates as well.

Rivals: None.

Heroes: Himself.

Dreams: To rid the world of all three admirals and the other possible higher ups of the World Government, and rule it all as a dictator... Has actually planned this out to some extenct; meaning that it is not merely a dream of his.

Other: The World Government favors Mrivali a whole lot, possibly due to knowing how influental and powerful he is. He has been offered the position of an admiral several times, but he turned it down due to reasons he wished to keep to himself. Truth is, that he knows how the position of an admiral would restrict his free-time and such, thus ruining his casual butcherings of random islands as well as any plans of world domination.

History:
Mrivali's parents were notorious criminals, who travelled the world while escaping any pursuers - such as the navy. Both were infamous for their strength, as they were both speculated to possess extremely powerful devil's fruit abilities. Thus, when the woman gave birth to Mrivali on the run, they also fed him one as he was a baby. The marines caught them shortly after, killing both his parents during the battle.

The marines considered the orphan, whom possessed a devil's fruit, a very potential addition. Thus, they raised and trained Mrivali in order to have him become one of the next marine heroes one day. Unfortunately, his lack of real parenting may have been the reason why he lacked the ability of sympathy and such, soon turning into a murderous sociopath. His rank and reputation kept raising, but his actions were hardly on par with his fame. Few people - if any - are aware of the foul things which are running through Mrivali's head; or the pointless murders he commits on a daily basis.

Citamorhca, a Color-Thief: Approved

Spoiler:

I obviously don't have enough "evil" characters. So here's an addition! ^______________^

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Name: Citamorhca

Age: 57

Gender: Male

Date of Birth: 28th of February

Home Town: Bright Town; Rainbow Island; North Blue

Occupation: Outlaw

Eyes: Looks like black horizontal lines on light-grey with darker grey outlines.

Hair: Few black different-sized hairs hang out of his almost bald head. Same with facial hair. Some hang all the way past his chest, some only around his neck. Looks rather greasy and thick.

Body: Flimsy, skinny, tall. Practically no muscle mass. His ribs can be seen, and he has a rather chubby, round stomach that hangs over his belt. Has wide shoulders, along with a somewhat small torso compared to his amazingly long arms and legs. Rather long, thin neck. His skin is white as a sheet, but has bizarre irrationally shaped black spots of different sizes all over him, making him look sort of like a leopard of some sort.

Has dark-grey eyebrows which look like letter C's that travel around his eyes, each pointing to their own directions with the open section of the letter pointing away from his nose. His face is rather wrinkly, and has various pimples and whatnot all over it. His chin is sharp and seems to point slightly backwards. His ears are pointy and oddly long. The mouth is unnaturally long, reaching all the way under his ears. Due to his long mouth, it looks as if he had no cheeks. There's vertical metal wires travelling all over his mouth, working as stitches that ensure that he won't make any unnecessary expressions even by an accident.

Always stands in a manner whereas he leans back a bit, his torso and neck being a bit crooked forwards, so that his waist and face are far ahead of the rest of his body. His knees point to his sides and he usually drags his feet on the ground as he walks. Since his arms are rather long, they hang all the way to the ground level and the backs of his hands also drag on the ground as he walks.

Height: 7'0

Weight: 130lbs

Description: An eerie, twisted person. A one-man-army due to his abilities and experience. Despite his body-structure making one expect him to be frail and weak, he's infact extremely durable and strong. Lacks speed and agility, but his superhuman endurance more than makes up for it.

Clothes: Wears long straight white pants which look sort of like curtains. They grow wider the lower they go, concealing his boots under themselves completely. Wears a black leather belt with silver decorations all over it to keep his pants up.

Also wears an open charcoal-grey coat with wide white snake-scale lines on it's edges. The sleeves are rolled back to his elbows, and it's kept open so it reveals his chest and abdomen. A small chain hangs over his chest-part, it's ends attached under the shoulderpads of the coat. The collar has a large, thin yet wide metallic-grey collar that's long enough to go past his ears.

His fingernails and painted black and he has multitudes of simple metal-rings on each of his fingers. Has a huge round metal-earring on both of his ears. Has a long black necklace that hangs down to his chest, with a hollow, thin metal straw hanging from it; it being the tool he uses to suck out colors from things.

Weapons: His collar. It's actually a pair of 5-meter long metal foils, which he can take off of his coat at any time and use as weapons. Doesn't really leave any wounds or scars if it hits something, as it just makes clean horizontal slices to cut things in half.

Special Techniques/Attacks: (Will come up with more in the run.)

Spoiler:

Ashen Reave: Shoves the straw of his into a person and sucks away all of the victim's colors. In addition to becoming colorless, the person's personality will also be taken away, leaving behind a grim and zombie-like human being who'd just prefer sitting down and stare away to nothingness.

Color Flux: Flashes a series of rapidly changing bright lights in front of an opponent to cause temporary blindness.

Vividistream: Citamorhca's ultimate attack. The marines who witnessed it could not describe what they saw, although they did state that the attack looked like it'd level entire islands with relative ease.

Specialties: Causing mayhem and destruction!

Pirate Crew: N/A

Bounty: Had a 142,000,000 bellies bounty prior to being captured. Hasn't been reinstated or increased yet due to no one having noticed that he escaped Impel Down.

Devil Fruit: Kara Kara no Mi (Color Color Fruit... Has some odd horizontal line over the latter A, but... Yeah. Can't figure out how to make that! Note that it also means "collar", which is his weapon of choice. ;o Oh, and I think karakara meant something like "dry", which sort of defines the way his victims usually end up!)

Devil Fruit Ability: Paramecia-type; allows the user to control colors. It's introduced in the illustrated book of devil's fruits, whereas the earlier users were famous for bringing joy and happiness around them by making the world more colorful. Unfortunately, Citamorhca would prefer it completely different, and he uses his ability to take away colors. He's on a one-man-quest to turn the whole world devoid of any colors.

As he sucks out colors from things, he obviously stores them within his own body, and can use the lot for his advantage. Has honed his ability to the extenct whereas he can move and concentrate the color mass inside him to one part or another in his body in order to make it more sturdy and durable. This'll obviously greatly reduce the damage he'll take from an impact, in case he can see where it's aimed at.

Personality: Twisted, eerie, unpredictable and cruel. His only motivation in life seems to be his urge to rid the world of it's colors and his desire for being amused. Has a whole lot of patience, and doesn't seem to be intimidated by anything.

Citamorhca thinks of himself as a director of a gigantic play that goes on all around him. Refers to people and things as "settings" and "performers". Doesn't usually take fights seriously unless he gets tired of someone and wants to rid them for good.

Habits: Often releases odd "huh"-sounds or variations of such. Laughs in a slow, stretched "huh-huh-huh-huh"-manner. Always calls other people "it".

Hobbies: Stripping colors out of his surroundings.

Likes: Being amused by someone.

Dislikes: Anything colorful. People with little personality. He sort of has a hemophobia, meaning that he's absolutely terrified of blood - but it's limited only to seeing his own blood.

Family: Deceased, as he himself obliterated his entire home island.

Nakama: None.

Rivals: Vice-Admiral Mrivali

Heroes: None.

Dreams: To turn the entire world colorless.

History:
Originating from North Blue, Citamorhca grew up in a broken family which rejected him due to his malformed looks. While growing up, Citamorhca soon learned to loathe the cheeriness and fancy, bright colors of the island surrounding him. He soon closed himself away from the others, hiding in a gloomy cave. It was there where he discovered his devil's fruit, hidden in a dusty treasure chest by some pirates ages ago. Had read about devil's fruits before from a book, which is why he ate it in hopes of gaining powers. And that's what he got.

Once he had discovered what he could pull off with his newfound abilities, Citamorhca went on a furious slaughter-spree, starting off by butchering everything in his path. Once finished with his home-island, he continued his one-man-run through the rest of North Blue, leaving islands devoid of colors and life behind himself as he did. Five years later, still unrivaled, Citamorhca entered the Grand Line whereas he continued his rampage. He soon grew weary of killing, as he soon lost his interest in doing it. The killing-intent was replaced by sadistic innuendos, as he wanted to let his victims run around and beg before killing them. This later faded away as well, leaving behind his interest in his enjoyment of observing at the actions and emotions of other people.

It took 13 years until Citamorhca was finally stopped and captured by - then rather young - Mrivali. Marines who witnessed the fight state that the duel was on a level of strength that normal human beings could never even come close to comprehending. Both looked as if they could wreck the island they fought on at any given second. Citamorhca was forced to resort to his ultimate ability, Vividistream, which was also stopped in the end. He was captured, and sentenced to serve for life within Impel Down.

26 years passed, until Impel Down was raided by the World's End Pirates. The marines did not notice at first that Citamorhca had managed to make his escape during the ruckus, which is why his bounty hasn't been reinstated or raised. He instantly started off from where he had stopped, travelling the Grand Line without leaving anything but ruins, corpses and a handful of colorless, grim people behind himself.

Every now and then some people he crosses in his path try to fight him off, but are just about each time beaten with relative ease. Citamorhca has spared some of their lives in exchange for them becoming his "followers". Despite these people pledging loyalty to him, both sides of the deal know perfectly well that there's no loyalty involved. Citamorhca is simply amused by the way they sweet-talk him and then try to backstab or run away the very next moment.

Berryfau, an Oddball: Approved

Spoiler:

Beware! When Mantisk gets bored, he makes new charas. Plus, I wanna play around in random RPs with something as well, and this one seems fitting. ;o

Keeping a whole lot of things regarding him a mystery as of so far. We'll see someday what he really is...!

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Name: Berryfau

Titles: The Second, of the Amethyst

Age: Unknown

Gender: Male

Date of Birth: 2nd of February

Home Town: ???

Occupation: Unknown

Eyes: White pupils with orange irises.

Hair: Knee-length black greasy tightly pulled ponytail. Has a few shorter hairs that curve around his forehead, gently touching his face.

Body: Looks as if he was very weak and frail. He appears to be super lazy, since his hands are hanging in front of him as if they were limp, his knees are always bent ahead, and he leans forward so much that it looks as if he had no a spine at all. His head follows this tradition, as his neck hangs loosely so that he stares at the ground all the time. He also has a small lump on his back, making him a sort of hunchback. Orange-ish smooth skin.

Has no facial hair, which includes his lack of eyebrows and eyelashes. His eyes are always half-closed, with the lower lid being the one that's halfway up there. Seems to have no lips, and his mouth is always stuck in a sort of indifferent expression. Pointy, small nose. Cheeks seem to be hanging down a bit. Has somewhat grey-colored wrinkles amassing under his eyes. Low forehead.

Height: 6'0 (if he'd ever be standing straight...)

Weight: 119lbs

Description: A slothful oddball. Although he doesn't look like it, he relies mostly on speed and mobility when fighting. Packs a suprisingly strong kick and punch, plus his devil's fruit is extremely unpredictable. He may just as well strike someone with an invisible spear as well as he may fire an invisible bazooka at them.

Weapons: His devil's fruit ability.

Clothes: A tight white jumpsuit kind of thing, white rainboots with a white silk cape - all which have masses of decorative ornates on it, resembling randomly growing plant vines. His ornates are colored dark blue. Also has a necklace hanging around his neck, which has a large shimmering amethyst stone in it. Has a white leather belt around his waist, and the said silk cape is stuffed inside it from the back so it doesn't hang around freely.

Special Techniques/Attacks: To be found out... *DUN DUN!* >.<

Specialties: Defending things from harm.

Crew: ???

Bounty: None

Devil Fruit: Mime Mime no Mi (Mime Mime Fruit... Screw jap. Oda used Kilo Kilo for a weight-paramecia, so it's fine imo. ><)

Devil Fruit Ability: Paramecia-type; allows user to create invisible walls around himself, that are virtually indestructible. He can use them for leverage in his high-flying fighting style, as well as to block any incoming attacks. He's also honed his abilities beyond imaginable limits, thus meaning that there may be much more than just that.

Personality: Lazy, careless, grim and rather realistic. Talks very slowly. Quite mysterious, since he doesn't reveal much information on where he originates from or what he's up to.

Habits: Since he's too lazy to move his head up to look forward, he uses a scope which he can bend up to the direction which he wishes to look at, mostly ahead of himself. Calls people he knows by name as 'dears' or 'darlings', depending on their gender.

Hobbies: None.

Likes: Nothing really.

Dislikes: Those who ask too much questions. Changes. People talking about his hunchback.

Family: ???

Nakama: ???

Rivals: None.

Heroes: None.

Dreams: ???

History: Wherever he does originate from, he's apparently in quite a high position. Was given a devil's fruit for eating due to his status, as it was a thing given to all of those in the same rank as he is. Doesn't know that it's called "a devil's fruit", as he refers to it as "gift".

Has been sent out in an assignment to seek out a person who left his homeland some time ago, and to either bring that person back or to bring back a specific item which the person took with him/her.

Berryfau has little to no clue on the functions of the world outside his homeland, which is why he's often caught a bit by suprise by some reactions or activities of people. He has no clue on what "a pirate" or "a marine" is supposed to be. Simply wishes to find the person he's looking for and get back home.

Mike Lance, a Whippersnapper: Approved (Unoccupied)

Spoiler:

Bored! And I wanna join sir Baro- sir Chicken's RP with summat, and nothing seemed fitting.

Enter a random person... Or is it?
Something fishy going on, as stated below. Ain't revealing anything yet!

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Name: Mike Lance/Yejirac Vichmyre

Nickname(s): The main man; the biggest shot; the mayor of Doucheville; crookaloompa; the final boss; the antagonist; the blessing of the 5/7; the saint and the savior; the legend-in-the-making; the center of the universe; the ultimate specimen; your lord and master; your best bet; your biological father; the o, n and e; the apex; the top-notch; the exquisite; the pristine; the grandiose; the uttermost; the laudatur; et cetera. ...Comes up with new ones on a daily basis.

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Date of Birth: 5th of July

Home Town: Marine Base IR-11T, North Blue (GET IT?! Ir-eleven-t! ...IRRELEVANT! xD ...I bet I'm the only one laughing.)

Occupation: Adventurer

Eyes: Light-grey, cold, reflective, and eerily lifeless.

Hair: Blonde, shiny and tidy, split from the middle, pulled behind ears into a ponytail which hangs freely to the halfway of his back.

Body: Caramel-colored somewhat tanned skin-color. Mike isn't that muscular, but not all flimsy or scrawny, either. Something inbetween! Has a somewhat short, thick neck, quite wide shoulders and backside, although completely flat abdomen and chest. Child-bearing hips and thick, notably long legs. Bends to almost any pose. Most notable feature in his body would be the painful-looking, insanely deep huge white scar around his chest and upper abdomen, appearing as a sort of logo or symbol. It looks like a the letters Y and V placed on one another, so that the bottom of the letter Y gently touches the turning point of the letter V. The whole thing looks somewhat muffled and messy, being a scar.

As for the facial features, Mike may be mistaken for a girl if one were to see nothing but his long blonde hair and his pretty face. The area under his eyes is somewhat pale-white, while he's somewhat acne-ridden. Has shockingly long eyelashes, while his lips are quite narrow and small, colored light-red. If looked close enough, one can spot blonde facial hair forming.

Height: 5'5

Weight: 132lbs

Description: A glorified douchebag with the ego of a thousand men. Fights in a rather technical manner, preferring close-combat whereas he can just handily kick the saliva out of their mouths. Oddly enough, he's immune to exhaustion, fire and cold, and doesn't breathe at all. Nothing much in terms of physical strength. Unable to stand up against giant monsters or such.

Weapons: Carries none. His body, pretty much.

Clothes: Never seen without his lucky shirt, a thin red short-sleeved hawaii shirt, littered with pictures of boats, palm trees and sunsets, with it's collar pulled down and held open so his chest and abdomen is revealed.

The pants are changed every now and then, them currently being green tights with black artistic ornaments resembling a spinal cord on the side of each thigh. Wears black metal kneebraces on both legs. Has a thick cloth sash around his waist, with colors of red, black and brown spiraling around it, with the long end hanging over his left leg. Footwear consists of black leather boots.

Also has sunglasses with light-purple shades and glittery silver frames, either being placed properly on his head or into the left chest-pocket of his shirt.

Special Techniques/Attacks: Why bother naming a simple fist thrown at one's face? ;o

Specialties: Talking!

Crew: ???

Bounty: None.

Devil Fruit: None.

Personality: Cheery, cocky and insanely arrogant. For the sake of comparison, Mike would easily have about as much ego-power as one would require willpower in order to become the pirate king! Always fond of himself, insanely open, and has no problems letting people know about any of such.

Habits: Cackles maniacally instead of laughing, often at completely random times. Calls other people douchebags. Wants to run through his entire list of nicknames whenever possible. Also tends to demand reactions from other people by quietly stating something in the lines of "cue laughter", expecting such to follow after he's said it.

Hobbies: Slagging people off just for the sake of doing so. Asking too many questions.

Likes: Bragging incohorently to large audiences.

Dislikes: Tideous people who quickly resort to violence.

Family: Has a mother who serves as a maid back in the IRR-11-T marine-base. Daddy is dead.

Nakama: ???

Rivals: None.

Heroes: None.

Dreams: ???

History: Mike Lance comes from a long line of egoistical a-holes. His father died quite the unhonorable death, being driven out of town and travelling the world spreading his self-centered words around until he was hunted down by an angry mob that put him out of his joy. Same had happened to his father. And his father. And his father. And his- ...You ought to see where this is going.

Never having actually seen his father in flesh, Mike could only hear of him from his mother, who knew too well of what his father had been all about (having obviously heard the man talk about himself quite often). Despite his mother suggesting that he has no obligation to follow their lead, Mike could feel the pride and ego of his ancestors flowing in his veins, compelling him to follow his destiny as they had done before him. Thus, he quickly knocked up a girl he had met, hanged around with her long enough to inform her of the same ever-important rubbish his father had explained to his mother, thus setting the next member of the Lance family ready to go.

With his dreams thought out and his plans undone, Mike rushed off to travel the world, planning to preach about himself and to have every single person in the world mention his name when they think about the word 'egoistical'. His fighting-abilities would gradually develop as he had no choice but to defend himself from people who didn't approve him running his mouth at them.

At some rate, something mysterious happened to him, as he began to refer to himself as "lord Vichmyre" or "Yejirac Vichmyre" instead of Mike Lance. Also had the strange scar and possessed the inhuman abilities of not breathing or getting tired ever since.

Azqar Glorecus, Chairman of the Board: Approved

Spoiler:

Name: Azqar Glorecus (Say it as in "Ezzquar"!)

Title/Rank: Chairman of the Board (gives him authority over most other marines, and sort of stands out from rest of the ranks in the marine-systems... see Other at the bottom)

Age: 31

Gender: Ambiguous! (Female actually, but is referred to as "he".)

Date of Birth: 29th of July

Home Town: Palmtree's Shade; Grand Line

Occupation: Marine

Eyes: Sort of translucent light-purple. His eyes are quite afar from one another, being a bit thin and narrow to boot.

Hair: Thin, messy and greasy black with a slight tint of dark-blue to it, blessed with millions of split-ends. Cut shorter from the forehead to stop above his eyebrows. Wears a bandanna that travels under his hair.

Body: Sort of golden skin-color latches well into his smooth skin and graceful body-structure. If he were to shove his leg first from a doorway, people would most likely begin whistling in suggestive manners. Some muscle-mass litter his arms, legs and abdomen, but nothing noteworthy. His backside would be the strongest part in his body. Azqar has masses of piercings, which are all flat golden rings. There are four sticking out of his chin, multiple different-sized ones hanging as chains from his ears, two small ones above his left eye, and one piercing his tongue. His back has a bigger horizontal one, which isn't flat. Despite actually being female, one can't really notice it that well since he's flat as a surfboard - although his hips are a bit wider than a regular male's would be.

Being rather vain, Azqar wears makeup, that being purple mascara on his eyelashes to go with the eye-color, fuschia-colored face powder around the cheeks, and coral red lip gloss. His fingernails are painted light-green and his teeth are as white as sheets. As for facial features, he's quite the pretty one - although the masses of rings piercing his face sort of catch the attention so that one can't notice it. His eyebrows are a black thin connected one unit which looks like a wide letter-V which curves slightly downwards from the tips. His ridiculously thick and long eyelashes seem to be at least 9 inches long. Has a tiny, sharp nose, pointing downwards, with an almost non-existant nosebridge.

Height: 6'0

Weight: 162lbs

Description: Appearances can be deceiving - more than ever in the case of Azqar Glorecus. In addition to him trying to hide the fact that he's female, his in-battle abilities also often come as a suprise to people, due to him not really looking like one who can put up much of a fight. Being quite lacking in terms of muscles, he often resorts to outspeeding/outmanouvering his opponents or using ranged-attacks. One should also note that he's not usually too interested in actually fighting, as he'd prefer to have others do it for him while he can just go on pulling the strings from the back.

Clothes: Dons quite the noteworthy outfit. First of all, he has an ultra pink-colored (yes, "ultra pink" is a color xD) bandanna with yellow round flowers with white petals drown all over it, hiding his entire forehead beneath it, travelling behind his ears under his hair. Rust-red samet straight-pants with trumpet hems, having glittery silver ornaments of climbing vines coming from the bottom. A thin tidy white shirt with buttons, only the middle one being closed so his belly and upper chest can be seen. Pair of long yellow-ish white silk gloves which reach up to his elbows. Multiple exquisite rings and shiny bracelets littering his fingers and wrists, along with a rather thin platinum chain-necklace. Has a modified marine-coat worn normally, colored lavender blush, with lace at all the edges and what look like flamboyant peacock's plumace all over the shoulders (instead of the elbow-padding-stuff). Another modification in the coat would be the sleeves, as they're slit from the top at the elbow, so that the rest of the sleeves hang usually down, leaving his silk-gloves visible as his forearm is no longer inside the sleeve. The coat hangs down all the way to his ankles, with his footwear consisting of long strapped glossy black leather-boots, although due to the trumpet hems of his pants, one can't see much of them. Finally, the large vertical ring sticking out of his back has an amass of sharp-edged large flat metal rings hanging out of it, which hang all the way down behind his knees and can be seen slightly from his sides.

Weapons: The amass of rings that hang from the big vertical ring attached to his back. Has a huge stock of extremely thin steel wire, thin enough to be nigh-invisible, which he uses along with the rings to try and slice things in half or to manouver in a more unpredictable manner. Also has plenties of weird toys which he uses during sea-battles.

Special Techniques/Attacks: To be revealed... *DUN DUN* >.<

Specialties: The rare art of speechcraft. Has a sharp and quick tongue, and can quite easily manipulate people through words. That, and his mastery of his strange and unpredictable fighting-style.

Devil's Fruit: None.

Crew: The CRAP-Wing

Personality: Azqar is an extremely flamboyant, pretentious and self-centered. He fancies himself as the very center of the universe. However, he does not talk down on people, since he thinks that they're even beyond being formally informed of their overwhelming inferiority. For some reason he likes it when people are angry at him or hate him, often trying to piss them off just to get said reactions out of them.

Habits: Often assumes quite feminine poses, acting rather girly just about all the time. Fancies slapping people and/or telling them to "suck applesauce". Laughs as "tee-hee".

Hobbies: Giving people makeovers. Often violent ones. (...Don't ask.)

Likes: Suprising people. Slapping people. Being hated.

Dislikes: Predictability. Waiting.

Family: A mom and dad who ditched him as a kid, whom he has never met; an aunt which raised him.

Friends/Allies: His underlings.

Rivals: None.

Heroes: None.

Dreams: To be hated and despised by the whole damn world!

Other: The CRAP-Wing answers directly to the World Government, meaning that most of the marines been given have little to no authority over them - no matter what their rank (Fleet Admiral and Admirals being exceptions!). The "elite" of the CRAP-Wing pretty much can throw commands at vice-admiral and below. In addition, one should notice that the CRAP-Wing has been caught a few times of activities which are somewhat inapprovable by the usual standards of the Navy Marines or the World Government, but are somewhat untouchable, as they tend to get away with everything without even having to pull any strings themselves for that happen. Wether it's the old geezers or someone else that's petting them is a mystery.

History: Originating from a lovely holiday-resort in the Grand Line, Azqar was an unwanted child who was instantly tossed away by her parents to be taken care of by her auntie. Nothing much took place in her youth, until she, for some reason, considered womanhood as something which she was not fascinated of, and as such soon declared herself male.

At the age of 17, (now) he joined the Navy Marines and began to quickly climb the ladder, mostly through the usage of his rather quick wits and natural ability of speaking his way in and out of situations. This soon earned the interest of the World Government, which assigned him as a member of a minor marine-crew. That one ended up being rather short-lived, yet it served as a springboard for Azqar to elevate himself into the leadership of what is now known as the CRAP-Wing.

The group began to make themselves quite notorious of their unpredictability and generally bad attitude, publicly being considered as the wild card in the large scale of things. When the CRAP-Wing reports to duty, it's always a question-mark of wether that's a positive or a negative thing.

Shinsere, an Epic Lizardman: Approved

Spoiler:

Lizardmannnn!
I should probably pile these up in the same topic, but I'm sort of feeling too lazy for that at this very moment. >.<

Just added "Most Unwanted" there to play on the idea of MOST WANTED. :p
Cuz he's a really really really really unwanted child! Hohohoh!
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Name: Shinsere

Age: 2

Gender: Either one! (All of the Serpen-race are capable of spontaneously changing their gender.)

Home Town (Birthplace): Glassier > Herb Vserioth's Canton > Crystalline Citadel

Occupation: Outlaw/Bandit

Eyes: All orange with a look as if a river was flowing inside them.

Hair: Instead of "hair" Shinsere has sort of braids wrapped in a cluster, the braids made of what appears to be scales. They're actually chunks of scales which he has shred from his back, yet left to hang from the back of his head to make a sort of withered and hard "hair" out of them. The color of his "hair" is mostly various shades of green, with a series of black stripes and spots all over it. It hangs all the way down to his waist-level. The braids are held together from two spots with a pair of leather-bracelets.

Body: As all of the Serpen, Shinsere appears somewhat humanoid, walking on two feet and having arms and a neck and whatnot. However, he has no shoulders, no hips, his neck is long; as a matter of fact, his entire body is sleek and worm-like. His arms or legs have no joints, as they consist purely of muscle, yet he bends his legs forward from the halfway, as if there were knees. His tail is about as long as he is, yet no thicker than the rest of his body-structure, and narrows down, becoming rather tiny and sharp at the very tip. Has four fingers, with seemingly no fingernails or palms (as human hands would have), the fingers having no joints either. The neck makes about a quarter of his full length, with his head being shaped more of as that of a worm with a snake's mouth than that of a serpent's. The eyes are located at the sides, yet push out of the head quite a lot so that he can see ahead of himself. Has a pair of small nostrils at the very front of the maw, along with four small tusks, two of them pointing down from the uppre jaw and two smaller ones between them which point up from the lower jaw. There's a hole between the tusks - or fangs, if you will - whereas he can flip his tongue out of to taste the enviroment.

The colors of Shinsere's scales consist of silver, white and black. Most of his scales are colored light-silver, with huge white stripes littering his limbs as of randomly. Black spots of various sizes are scattered across his entire body, having no rational pattern to themselves. His scales are smooth as a baby's butt.

Height: 6'7

Weight: 81lbs

Description: Being the only living offspring of the Roror, the existance of Shinsere is sort of a crime against his own kin. (See History for explanation!). As such, he's an outlaw, having grown some of his own children to serve as his underlings. Not much to talk about in physical strength, Shinsere mostly excels in speed and using his wits.

Clothes: The race of Serpen rarely wear much clothing. Shinsere has a brown cloth loin cloth, held up with a thick potion-belt, accompanied by a dark-brown short mantle with a large collar. Has a series of thin iron bracelets around his left arm, some which have jewelry on them. Long earrings made of glass alongside several piercings all over his head are also noteworthy! Has a quiver hanging from his back, too.

Weapons: A glass-bow with a steel-blade attached to it's front (for the sake of close-combat). Uses range and alchemy to dispose of his enemies, along with his offsprings.

Special Techniques/Attacks: To be revealed... *DUN DUN* >.<

Specialties: Alchemy; Doctor-stuff

Devil's Fruit: None.

Crew: None yet.

Personality: Cynical and reserved, Shinsere has grown to trust on no one but himself. Is quite humble around people, and absolutely loathes arrogance as a feature. Quite calm and collected. Has a bit of an easy-going-side hidden deep with him, mostly surfacing with the way he treats people he doesn't fancy much.

Habits: Claims to win arguments or conversations by saying "opus last word", which apparently means the he reserves the final word in an argument - therefore instantly winning it, no matter what. Thinks that pissing people off will prove him as the superior as far as intelligence goes, and as such often tries to yank other people's chains as of constantly.

Hobbies: Robbing unsuspecting travellers around the Greater Wastelands of Glassier is what he spends most of his time doing. Fancies alchemy as well.

Likes: Life and freedom!

Dislikes: Soft-skins. The laws of his land. Cocky people.

Family: Grows and reduces on a daily basis! See History.

Friends/Allies: None.

Rivals: Roror Shinsere

Heroes: None.

Dreams: To not to die.

History:
The cultural traits of the Serpen-race include the fact that their primary source of food consist of eating their own eggs, which, despite seeming like it from the eyes of others, is not cannibalism to them. Eating the eggs of someone else than oneself is considered disgusting and gross. The Roror, that being the leader of the race, is a five-year old Serpen known as Shinsere the Seventeenth. Like others before him, he lays dozens of eggs daily, devouring most of them, while keeping one of them safe in order to be sure that if he dies that there's one of his own left to take his throne.

At one point, one of his subordinates, whom hated and spited the Roror, wished to do harm to his pride, and as such, stole one of his eggs and took it away, allowing it to hatch. This is considered a terrifying crime within the Serpen-race, as now the Roror had a child, which was not meant to be. The criminal who did this was found after a couple of months, yet the child managed to escape, surviving and growing up quickly.

As most of the Serpen-race, the child was not in possession of a name, and as such simply referred to himself the same as his father - Shinsere. Being forced to become an outlaw - as the rest of the Serpen-race would quickly see from the patterns and color of his scales that he is the offspring of the Roror - Shinsere grew up on his own to become a bandit, growing up some of his own children which would help him to survive. Shinsere and his children, the infamous and hated bandits, would be known as the Vulgarscalps. As many of his kin, Shinsere wished to learn more of alchemy, thus learning much of both poisons and antidotes which