Name: Blake D. Hunter

Alias: Redcoat

Appearance:

Age: 24

Position in crew: Captain

Personality: If one had to describe Hunter, it'd be the Pirate-ist of Pirates. Obsessed with treasure and adventure, sordid enemy of marines, and speaks in an accent that nearly everybody is sure is fake. Despite being a dastardly pirate, he has a sense of honour to him. He won't kill those who surrendered, and would sacrifice even the most valuable of treasures to protect his crew. A relatively naive idiot, he is willing to trust anyone who loves adventure as a member of the crew.

Powers/Abilities: Hunter ate the Gun-Gun Fruit, a paramecia type devil fruit, that allows him to fire off bursts of energy from his hands and feet.
Techniques:
Magnum Finger - Quite literal finger guns
Shotgun Kick - A regular kick that fires off an explosive blast on contact.
Gattling Palm - A singular palm strike that sends 20-30 energy blasts into an opponent during the moment of contact.
Cannonhameha - by gathering energy for a few seconds, Hunter unleashes a blast that can level a building.

Background: The grandson of one of Platinum's rivals, Bartholemew D. Hunter, better known as Black Bart, the young boy grew up hearing about his grandfather's exploits. The descriptions of the islands in the Grand Line gave him a desire to see the world for himself.
When he was 18, he set sail on his own adventure... only to end up marooned on an island for 2 years. While he was trying to stay alive, he accidentally ate a devil fruit, and gained it's powers. Soon after, he commandeered a marine ship that was passing by, and headed off on a bunch of adventures in East Blue while collecting up a crew. Finally, they had reached Loguetown, where their journey would truly begin.

Other: Hunter is Left-handed.
Incredibly poor sense of direction

Name: Handel Haydn Hallelujah
Alias: Commander Hallelujah, Agent Hallelujah, The Fiddler Crab
Appearance:Age: 30
Position in Crew: Navigator
Personality:Powers/Abilities:Techniques:Weapons/Items:

• String Bass (Shield)
• Bass Bow (Sword)
• Various other musical instruments
• Den Den Mushi Set including several regular ones, a few baby ones, and a black one.

Background:Other:

Name: Annabelle Pond

Alias: Deadeye



Age:23

Position in crew: Sharp shooter

Personality:A rather mild mannered person for the most part. She is hard to anger unless the lives of the people she considers friends or family are threatened. She has a tendency to be rather monotone at times, especially when discussing things she has absolutely no interest in, or simply doesn’t like.

Powers/Abilities:
-Devil Fruit: The Tage-Tage no Mi (Target-Target fruit). To summarize this fruit allows Anna to have perfect aim, almost never missing a shot.
To get into more detail, the fruit gave her the scope like look of her eyes, allowing her better vision than most (or rather she is able to "zoom in" on an object from about 5 miles away) and also allowing her to quickly analyze the best shot possible. Being able to take in the curvature of the earth, wind direction, object speed, and many other variable, analyze them, and act upon said analysis in a matter of seconds. She is still developing this skill however and isn’t the best at it. She will get better as her character develops.

She is not very strong in hand-to-hand preferring long range fights where she know she had the upper hand.

Techniques: Um, calculate and shoot?

Inventory: Mask, Pistols and, Dagger As well as a well stock supply of ammo at all times. (to the best of her ability)

Background: Annabelle was abandoned as a young child by her parents. She has no clue why but she could assume one of two things, either they couldn’t take care of her, or she got in the way of whatever it was that they were doing. She was left on the doorstep of a old Marine captain. As she grew up she slowly began to lose the image of her parents that she had in her head and instead began to invent fantasies about them. Her favorite was that they were pirates and they had left her behind so that they could sail the ocean in search of treasure.

As she grew up she was trained in self defense and how to shot. She had a natural talent for shooting and was quickly able to out shoot many of the men on her adoptive father’s ship. By the age of 16, when the man who raised her finally retied she was one of the best shots anyone had seen. Everyone was convinced she would become a Marine when she became an adult. So nobody expected her to go missing after she turned 18.

She had taken very few things with her. Only a pistol, some ammo, some clothes, and a mask she had purchased at a festival. She had left and began going by the name Dead Eye as a hired gun. It was during this time that while on a job, she stole a devil fruit from one of her targets with the intention of selling it. However, after being put in a sticky situation by a client and being forced to hide/eat the fruit, or give it up she chose to eat it, unaware of what it would do to her but pleasantly surprised that she had picked one they complimented her current skill set. She stayed in that business until she decided to join a pirate crew as their sharp shooter. She still uses the name Dead Eye, but the crew knows her full name as well.

Other: Her Devil Fruit abilities make her extremely fast when solving math problems of any caliber. Useless? Yes. Fun to use just cuz? Definitely
She can hit shots with any projectile, be it a rock, a knife, or any type of firing weapon, canon, bow, or gun.

Name: Ayril Ferren

Alias: Ayri, The Tortoise Cook

Appearance:

Standing at 5’6”, Ayril wears a hat of messy teal and cyan hair. She also never wears shoes. Around her head lives a pink headband, the only thing keeping her hair from covering her eyes. Otherwise, she wears rather baggy clothing, and carries around a burlap cape.

Age: 22

Position in crew: Le Cook

Personality: A whimsical girl from rather gloomy habitat who holds high confidence in her ability. Though she prioritizes cooking, her thirst for adventure mainly exists as her reason for becoming a pirate. That said, the lass is curious, so much so that her love for exploration may come as a hindrance. She prides herself in what friendships she holds, though her feisty and hasty nature makes her rather difficult to get along with. When fate allows it, she bides her free time alone, perhaps cooking some dish, practicing swordplay, or eating what had been already made.

Powers/Abilities:
While a cook at heart, Ayril carries her own style of swordplay- the Scimi-Slash Style. Naturally, this style relies on her skill with a scimitar, cutlass, or other curved blade. The majority of it consists of quick arcing one-handed slashes, and stronger two-handed charges.

Additionally, she definitely carries some skill revolving around the pot and stove. While she isn’t the most knowledgeable in what can or can’t be cooked, and will often have to rely on informative books or the like, she has a creative style when bringing out a flavor’s oomf.

Techniques:
One-Handed/Two-Handed Style- Her swordplay relies on both of these styles; one-handed excelling in quick annoying strikes, with two-handed focusing on stronger, precise strikes.

Whirling Slash- A move belonging to her Scimi-Slash Style. When done perfectly, the user spins around rapidly on their feet, executing upwards, downward, and sideways slashes, dealing rapid hits in close combat. Unfortunately, when Ayril currently does it, she simply ends up dizzy, and may launch her blade halfway across the room. Not her most effective technique, but useful in a pinch.

Background: Ayril’s story began on an island known as Guira, which was surrounded by a large overhanging mountain. This island existed somewhere along the East Blue, and served as a home to a multitude of pirates. In particular, the crew her mother belonged to; after arriving shipwrecked many years ago. Her mother prided herself as a cook, and saw the occupation as a family-line sort of thing, rigorously teaching her daughter the line of work. The two shared their skills with the rest of the company before too long. Ayril’s mother met her unfortunate demise at the hands of one such pirate around Ayril's tenth birthday. Soon after, Ayril found herself cooking full time, firmly believing her mother to have returned to the seas.

For about ten years, the lass performed her duties, in both the pot and practice of sword play, before finally disappearing from the pirate group’s radar altogether. For a year or so she hid within the crags and shadows of the covered island. Instead of shivering in fear however, she was instead set on preparing herself to leave the island, confident in her ability to share her good graces with the world. Or to find money, which was much more important than sharing graces. Adventure was also a top notch reason. Whatever her motives were, after about a year of ‘unemployment’, she made her way around the island, and hid aboard a boat, headed right for Logue Town.

Other: Ayril will try to carry everything. Everything.
Can’t swim well.

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• Human-Beast Form: A hybrid form in which Bahamut adopts the properties and appendages of a Komodo Dragon. His physical strength and speed are vastly increased, and he also gains the poisonous properties of the animal through his sweat and saliva.

• Beast Form: Bahamut fully adopts the from and properties of a Komodo Dragon.

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Name: Doctor Wutong Ken
Alias: "Malpractice" Ken
Appearance:
Age:26
Position in crew: Doctor
Personality: Drunk. Very drunk. Constantly drunk. Some theorize that even if Ken quit the bottle cold turkey, he'd forever be in a state of inebriation as his very blood has become the essence of alcohol itself (yet to be proven). Most of the time he seems barely comprehensive, mistaking the words of others around him and falling asleep in utterly absurd and random places. He can occasionally be seen performing odd actions for no apparent reason, such as stitching his robes into his own skin, or contemplating a single banana for several minutes on end. He can be incredibly forward, speaking or acting without any thought or inhibition, and is quite the pervert. One of his go-to lines being, "You knowsh, I'ma doctor. Sssshould probly let me... Inshpect dat fer ya." However, once it is time to get serious, whether it be for a patient or for a fight, he's quick to focus, even through the beer goggles. He's not the most professional of doctors, but he'll get the job done with efficiency, even if you're screaming in pain because he just poured beer on your wound to disinfect it. Lastly, Ken dislikes talking about his past. He prefers to focus on the present, and the new memories he's to make with his crew. As such, he often pretends not to even remember that he has a past, much less what it actually is.
Powers/Abilities:

• Unorthodox Medical Knowledge - Some would say Doctor Ken is a quack. Some say he should have his license taken away. Some aren't even sure he has a medical license to begin with. However, his treatments, as painful and unnecessary as they can be, actually work. He's not the world's greatest doctor by any stretch of the imagination (such as using his stethoscope on a patient's foot or pouring alcohol onto an open wound without the use of any anesthetic), but even when other experts are baffled he'll have something ready and up his sleeve. Just don't expect it to be pleasant.
• Unbelievable Fortitude - Due to constantly being drunk, and the incredibly stupid things he's done to himself in that state, Doctor Ken practically feels no pain. Whether it be his organs rupturing, extreme frostbite, or some other trauma, he can power through it without even noticing the injury. Note that this can be a tremendous weakness, as he can push himself beyond he limits of his body without noticing.
• Unending Thirst - Basically, Doctor Ken is a drunk. But not just any drunk, oh no, he's the world's biggest drunk. Basically, there is no such thing as "too many to drink" for this man. He has won a very considerable amount of money by showing up to drinking contests (already drunk, natch) and drinking everyone else under the table. That's when they get for underestimating his limitless thirst for alcohol.
• Drunken Boxing - When it comes time to prove his worth on the field of battle, Wutong Ken's fighting style is just as abnormal as his medical practice. He utilizes the style of the Drunken Fist to throw his opponents off balance and attack in deceptively creative and unexpected ways.

Techniques:

• Devil's Breath - Utilizing his addiction, Ken breathes right into the enemy's face. His horrid, rancid breath is so disgusting that it should put them off immediately, if not induce a fit of vomiting.
• Dragon's Breath - An extension of the above, Ken ignites his alcohol-laden exhalation with his ki, breathing out a stream of flames.
• Suture Trap - While dodging about in unpredictable ways, Ken deftly makes use of his sewing needle and stitching skills, sewing an opponent's clothes (or skin) to... Anything around. Other opponents, the ground, their weapons, whatever.
• Reverse Monkey Palm - Ken throws a punch, but it acts as a feint. Instead this momentum goes into doubling his torso forward while he brings up a foot to plant right in his opponent's face.
• Python Coil - A defensive maneuver. As an enemy approaches and attacks, he locks his elbow with theirs in a fluid motion, and throws them.
• Butt Press of Doom! - Ken swerves his body around while sweeping at his opponent's legs to knock them down. In the same motion, he allows himself to fall flat on his ass, right on their face. Usually followed up with a nasty passing of gas.

Background: Doctor Wutong Ken keeps his history close to the heart. To this day he hasn't told a single one of his crewmates a single detail about where he came from or what led to him stowing away on the ship inside of a wine barrel. Of course he does have a history, he just prefers not to remember it. He was born to a wealthy family of doctors on a small island in the South Blue. As he was the youngest of 6 children, all of whom had gotten their medical licenses, there was a great deal of pressure put on the baby of the family. He studied the profession as best he could to appease his family, but found his true passion was in fighting. Ken eventually found an outlet for his pent of frustrations in an underground boxing ring, where he'd travel to every month under the excuse of it being "for his studies." Technically he was studying the human body up close, just in taking it apart rather than fixing it.

It was difficult living up to his family's expectations while spending so much time training and fighting in illegal matches, but the thrill was worth it. At least it was worth it. One fateful day Ken returned to his home to find the estate had been razed to the ground, and all his family slaughtered. They had harbored a sickly pirate during this particular trip he had taken, seeing it as their duty to heal any injured they came upon. The marines saw it as aiding and abetting a criminal, and so they were found guilty of the pirate's same crimes under the rules of Absolute Justice. Ken cursed his absence. Had he been there, he might have made a difference. He might have been able to fight the marines off, or maybe save some lives, but it was too late. Everybody was dead. On that day, Ken began wandering and took up the bottle to drown his sorrows, and never looked back. One day he found himself inside of a wine barrel, which was loaded up onto a pirate ship. Ever since he accidentally stowed away, Ken has stayed with the crew under captain "Redcoat" Hunter.
Other: N/A

Name: Light

Alias: None so far, After all, they're all starting pirates.

Appearance: Light is a 1.8m tall pure white humanoid with a thin pear shaped frame. She has an overly large spherical head with short blue hair, no visible nose, very large black and yellow eyes, fin-looking ears, serrated beartrap like teeth, and an incredibly thin neck. She wears a blue tanktop with skinny biceps leading to larger forarms which flow into her nearly cartoonishly big hands which have pointed fingers. She has wide hips, which look even bigger due to the thin short white dress like thing she has which covers her back down to her lower knees and covers her front down to her kneecaps, with the front having an M cut taken out of it. Her legs look normal, short of her having no feet and instead her lower leg ends at a sharp point where her feet would be.

Age: 24

Position in crew: Entertainer

Personality: Light's outward personality is very fun loving, outgoing, honest, and can be mistaken as airheaded at times and she tends to have a smile on her face almost constantly. While it is true she tends to not consider small consequences, which is apparent with how nihilistic she appears to be about most situations, she hides a sharp intellect. This is more on the Genre Savvy side of things than the technical. Light tends to react poorly with authority if they don't show any respect to her. She keeps a very nice outlook on things and is very slow to anger unless its something she absolutely loathes.
Light loves anything that is fun and interesting, dislikes things that can bind or restrict her movements, and outright hates slavers or unjustifiably cruel people and has no qualms about killing things she hates.
On the outside she is mostly a pacifist, tending to advert fighting or fight in a playful manner, defending her allies, or make friends with the combatants than fight for real. If she is forced to get serious, well.... Lets just say your gonna have a bad time.

Powers/Abilities: Terra Terra Devil Fruit
A logia type fruit that gives Light the power of Earth and makes her sort of an Earth elemental. Much like other Logias, Most attacks don't really bother Light for long, except unlike other Logias her Logia regeneration is much slower due to minerals taking longer to reform than say, fire or ice. Likewise she isn't able to turn into mist or anything of that sort, since well, shes made of Earth.
Since shes made of Earth, Light can generate Earth from her body and control and shape it. So far that is just rocks and soil and whatever, but eventually it should be far more advanced as time goes on. After all, Earth is made of many, MANY different elements.

Techniques: Basic fighting with advanced strategy, even if she tends to not let on that she knows more than she does.

Background: Would like to be explained in the story. Lets just say, its not a happy one and she has a REALLY bad disposition towards the Celestial Dragons. Like, really bad.

Other: N/A for now