[CHAR] One Piece: Into the Horizon

[Ryteb Pymeroce]

CS

Name: Blake D. Hunter

Alias: Redcoat

Appearance:

Hider

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

[Stern Algorithm]

HHH

Name: Handel Haydn Hallelujah
Alias: Commander Hallelujah, Agent Hallelujah, The Fiddler Crab
Appearance:

Replace the labcoat with a marine's 'Justice' jacket.

Age: 30
Position in Crew: Navigator
Personality:

Handel seems friendly but in a 'get under your skin' sort of way. An eavesdropper at heart, he likes to plant baby den den mushi in private locations to hear other peoples' conversations and ends up knowing more information about people than they expect. He is a bit excessive compulsive and can be very particular when it comes to the tidiness of his belongings. He is a deep thinker and surprisingly empathetic. His quest is to bring back a moral and ethical government. He is always wearing a somewhat creepy smile that makes it hard for others to guess his thoughts. Handel hates when a plan doesn't go right. Handel tends to be a bit flirty with people he's close to regardless of gender.

Powers/Abilities:

Handel is an inventor and a spy, who uses sound vibrations and information on his enemies to deadly effect. He knows navigation, and has some medical knowledge (mostly anesthesiology, pain management and psychosomatics) so he can be an assistant doctor but not the main doctor. He is better as a strategist, infiltrator or assassin.

Techniques:

In close range, he uses a unique sword-and-shield fighting style. The back of his bass is steel-plated, he holds the neck of the bass, planting the spike of the bass in the ground with it's back towards the enemy as a massive riot shield. The bow of his fiddle has a blade along its edge which he swings as a short sword. He is also strong enough to lift the bass and swing it around, using the spike at the bottom to impale foes. He has learned how to use vibrations and sound to affect various materials, as long as he tweaks the frequency. Typically, the stiffer and more brittle a material is, the easier it is to damage it with sound. He can imbue his sword/bow with a frequency by running it along the strings of the base and then striking with the sword giving it a property to easily cleave through the specific material it was tuned to. He can also launch out sonic attacks at range, but sound dissipates with distance and is considerably weaker. He often plays on his own turf, scattering Den Den Mushi around to relay sonic attacks and create harmonic/acoustic/cymatic zones where his sonic attacks are much more powerful. Handel knows various ways of using sound to affect the human body. He has the ability to infiltrate Marine ships and bases due to his background and intercept communications with his black Den Den Mushi. Handel requires information on the enemy to be most effective. His most powerful attacks take time or require preparation beforehand. He has limited long range capabilities, and is more defensive than offensive. He is only a decent swordsman at best, and relies more on surprise, advantage, and finesse. He runs the role of 'support mage' for the most part.

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:

Handel grew up the son of a rich, military family. He learned to play string instruments when he was young and was set to become a great marine as his inevitable future career. He joined the marines, keeping peace and helping take down weak pirates in the name of peace and justice, eventually working his way up to being commander and second in command of a ship, where he supported his captain with brilliant strategies that prioritized the survival of the crew, making as few sacrifices as possible, and even preventing the loss of life of the enemy, earning his captain a reputation of mercy.

These strategies earned Handel a transfer from normal navy service into the intelligence division, where he became an agent of Cipher Pol 1, CP1. Here he utilized his ability to gather and exploit information in preventative schemes that stopped violence and uprisings before they began. Yet more and more, he was being asked to make difficult choices and to prioritize 'efficiency' and secrecy over the lives of his enemies and the soldiers he was responsible for. He went along with the flow, comforting himself with moral justifications until it became too much for him. He realized he had become a man who no longer saw other humans as people but as numbers in his calculations. He had been numbed to the atrocities he had committed in the name of 'justice'. In the middle of an important government operation, Handel let slip the amount of soldiers that would be sacrificed among the navy as well as spilling information to the enemy, giving them a chance to escape. This saved numerous lives from both sides, but convicted him of high treason. He had prepared for this outcome, and had asked his father in a letter to disown him, and then he slipped away and went into hiding before the marines came to arrest him. His family is safe, having enough money and clout to avoid trouble from the marines. The Marines want him dead, having placed a 5,000,000 Beri bounty on his head. He is currently in hiding from the marines and is plotting some way to change the government but he currently has no solid plans.

Other:

Handel is used to luxury and is a big spender. His musical inventions are also not cheap, so he'll tend to splurge the crews treasure on extravagant shopping sprees.

[LostDestiny]

Annabelle "Deadeye" Pond

Name: Annabelle Pond

Alias: Deadeye

Basic Appearance

Description: She stands at about 5 feet 4 inches with the same body structure as the character seen above. Her hair however is red instead of pink and her eyes, are an Ice blue color, though still have the same scope look to them.

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.

[GloopertheWooper]

Ayril

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.

[LokiLeo789]

"Black Scale" Bahamut 'Bartholomew' Hook

B A H A M U T

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B A S I C I N F O

_{N A M E}

Bahamut 'Bartholomew' Hook

_{A L I A S}

Black Scale

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35

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Male

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First Mate

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C O M B A T I N F O

_{D E V I L F R U I T}

Toka Toka no mi: Bahamut ate the Toka Toka no mi, Model: Komodo Dragon, a Zoan-type Devil Fruit which allows him to transform into a Komodo Dragon and a giant Komodo-human hybrid. Also, being a carnivorous animal, Bahamut is more bloodthirsty and predatory than a regular Zoan class user.

_{T E C H N I Q U E S}

• 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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R É S U M É

_{P E R S O N A L I T Y}

There are few people more torn than Bahamut Hook. At heart, he is a pirate. He was born into it, was molded by the culture of it, and spent the majority of his life under the belief that freedom was paramount and that the ultimate affronts to true liberty were the strict and oppressive codes of the Marines. Every facet of his life has shifted constantly, and although he is strong-willed, brave, and experienced, it has colored his personality in a way that may never wash out.

Bahamut's time on the seas forged him into a natural leader. He is brave, commanding, and self-sure to the point where he trusts his gut until all evidence proves him wrong. He has finely honed instincts that have served him well. Although he is no longer a pirate captain, he has retained those traits, and often butts heads with Blake D. Hunter for leadership of the crew. Although he recognizes that Blake is the rightful leader of the crew as its founder, he honestly believes himself to be the better 'captain', and makes that opinion known whenever a decision needs to be made.

That same self-assured note sometimes rings sour, however. Bahamut's belief that he has earned everything the world has to offer often leads to a sense of overconfidence that can wreak havoc on his crew. He has put operations at risk by breaking formation, skewing from set plans, and using intimidation on otherwise compliant civilians. Although his skills and surprising tactical sense are often enough to ensure that the missions are still accomplished, he has been known to cause an undue amount of collateral damage that reduces or even eliminates bystanders. In particular, his tendencies towards straightforward confrontation make him almost useless during any operation that requires stealth.

Although Bahamut has a sometimes rocky relationship with his crewmates, he is extremely loyal to them. The short time spent aboard the crew's ship with the same crew—the same friends—has instilled in him a certain level of camaraderie. Since learning of his old crew's betrayal, he now sees this crew as a replacement, and has subconsciously vowed to show them the loyalty that he once believed was shown to him. Like a group of siblings, he will often use terms like 'little brothers' or 'little sister' when referring to them, despite the fact that some may be older than him.

In battle, Bahamut falls back into his experience as a pirate captain, and his confidence and aggression come to bear. He bad-talks his opponents with crude insults, throws his weight around with an almost theatrical bravado, and treats the whole experience as if it were a way of life. He often plays the role of the aggressive protector, causing diversions or fighting the most physically skilled foe one-on-one to free up his crew to pursue other objectives. After all is said and done, Bahamut will often gloat over his defeated opponents, for the blood of a true pirate still runs thick in his veins.

_{H I S T O R Y}

The name 'Hook' is whispered across the sea by drunken fishermen and courageous pirates. It's a name only the bravest of men would dare say out loud, for the name belongs to one of the most notorious pirate crews to sail the seas; the Hallowed Hook Pirates.

Established by Ballow Hook in his early manhood, the Hallowed Hook Pirates quickly made a name for themselves carving out territory on the Grand Line. He would often butt heads with Palladium, but never would a serious rivalry develop.

After a successful career at sea, Ballow retired to his territory and produced a family. Seven children were born to him, and Bahamut was the second. Life a Hook was one of disciplined vision. In the Hook household there was a time for everything, and the Hook Children strictly adhered to this notion. Once his children were of age, Ballow once again sailed the seas, this time with the Hook Children an integral part of his crew. Each child was given there Inheritance, the first three where given Devil Fruits and the position of Division Commander, and the other four received specially forged weapons and the same position as the first three.

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Soon, Bahamut found himself in Lougetown.

[ProPro]

Malpractice Ken

Name: Doctor Wutong Ken
Alias: "Malpractice" Ken
Appearance:

Hider

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

[Archmage MC]

Light

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