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The phallic stimulation toy of consequence rarely arrives pre-lubricated.
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Imagine not knowing about the schenanigans that coding-wizard got into on Iwaku... There's no post formatting that man can't harness for his unholy machinations.
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What do you call a bunch of billionaires at the bottom of the ocean? A good start.
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My girl got a yeast infection. Make bread with that, call it hole grain
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"Jason" is a name from ancient greece that sounds like it was made up in the united states in 1979.
A grim look on his face, the newly arrived Lieutenant could not believe his eyes at the sight in front of him. This was his first deployment to Sunstrider, stationed at the base in Solstone, near a particularly famous bar. The Marine outpost had been recently built, out of a law enforcement base the locals called ‘ashbringers’ whatever the hell that was. He had just stowed away his belongings on the base when he was called out into the field to join his captain and direct superior, Doster Brust. He met his captain who was donning awfully casual clothing despite being on the clock, attending official Navy business here in Solstone. The lieutenant approached Doster, nodding at him and Doster did a quick salute, indicating that Doster’s casual demeanor didn’t mean he wasn’t one for ceremony.
“You must be the new officer, huh? Here to replace Blueblood?” The subordinate nodded. “Good. He was always a prick.” A slight chuckle was shared between the two men. “What’s your name, young man?” The captain asked, smirking under his white mustache.
“Lieutenant Darnold… Sir…” the younger officer stated, still shocked at the sight before them, distracted to say the least. Doster Brust chuckled heartily. “First time here on the island, huh? They don’t tell you what this place is like back at HQ. Let me show you around, Darnold.”
“Should we not do anything abou-”
“No no. Don’t interfere. That was Blueblood’s problem. He poked his nose in the local business. Trust me, you don’t want that.” As the two marines walked, they came across the mystery to the younger one - the two local merchants flogging each other with whips while arguing over something almost incomprehensible
“Any resemblance to actual persons or objects, living or dead, is purely coincidental!” One shouted before he was cracked in the shoulder by the other man’s whip.
“Well, according to the stationary laws as stipulated in Section 2C of the Strider Lawmen code, this is defamation of my property!” the other shouted, only to be thwacked by a whip from his opponent.
“All sales are final, except for when they're not! Your product is shot, so it’s not!” The original merchant, one with long brown hair shouted at his balding compatriot, cracking his foe over the ribs, a trail of blood following the whip. This had been going on for a good ten minutes, for as long as the Lieutenant had been standing outside. People walked past the two, not paying them any mind, this was a seemingly common occurrence in this district of Solstone.
”STOP FIGHTING!” He shouted at them, approaching them as they both turned around while grabbing at each other’s collars, having abandoned the whips they were both ready to throw a punch in the other's direction. The two men stared him down, analyzing him from tip-to-toe, figuring he was a marine instantly. “None of ya’ business, white hat!” they shouted in unison, startling the Marine, going back to socking each other in the face.
”Why are they fighting?” he asked his superior, whom chuckled once more.
“BWAHA, see, young one. Here, this is just how things work. They argue and they fight. These two, Fisk and Noet, they’re traders. Fisk sells beef, Noet sells fish. And they trade with each other all of the time. The thing is… They both think the other’s product sucks. So they bad mouth the thing they just bought from the other, which inevitably turns into one of these encounters.”
The Lieutenant couldn’t believe his ears or eyes, but once he processed what was going on, he too began laughing.
”That’s funny as hell!” He shouted, continuing their stroll. As they walked, they saw more and more of the merchants strictly adhering to legal argumentation, or taking to violence for seemingly no reason. They stepped over a four way wrestling match in the mud where everyone involved was in their upper 60's and wearing expensive suits.
“No receipt, no laundry!” One clothes cleaner shouted, throwing away a man's freshly washed set of clothes.
“Forgot your caste card? Don’t ya worry, solstone codex states you’re fine without one! Need that in print? I got you covered my friend.” A bathhouse owner beamed at a man dressed as a factory worker, standing out as a sore thumb.
“You bastard, that interest rate is half a percent higher than you promised me yesterday!” One disgruntled older gentleman with a monocle yelled at a poor, meek teenager
“No wait! That was my brother who promised you! But I’ll still cash in, hohoho!” The young banker retorted as he hastily ran away from the far bigger older gentleman.
“They’re all… Just… Shrewd businessmen?
His superior shook his head.
“No, they’re actually quite an emphatic bunch over here. This is the true melting pot of this entire country. The rest of the island only houses one breed of these people. This is where they can all truly come to meet. Sure, they fight, but look at Fisk and Moet over there.”
He nodded backwards, their gazes found their way over at the two merchants, who were now sharing a bottle of alcohol to clean their wounds, helping each other with bandages on the spots they couldn’t reach.
They are a community, one that cares about each other. We marines have no authority to interfere with the natives' business. Unless something comes that is under our jurisdiction, we do not do much here. I heard you’re quite a battle hungry young man, so you must have pissed someone off something fierce to get stationed here, bwahahaha.”
His subordinate nodded, solemnly. Yeah, he had.
”If we don’t have any power here, who does”
“Well, real power in this country is not that of the one who has the biggest muscles or the best weapons. Politics and fighting go hand in hand here. The politician with the better arguments will win the brawls, they will fight their opponents in rhetoric and in the mud, while behaving as civilized as any noblemen. Their political system, ‘democracy’ they call it is very complicated and despite being here for many years, I still barely grasp it.”
“The royal family rule because they have… Democratic power?” The lieutenant asked, and his captain smiled.
“Sort of. They’re born into power. That’s why the castle up on top of the mountain in the middle of the capital is off limits. Even to us. As far as ruling the kingdom goes, it’s anyone’s game. Parlament believes that the best argument wins. But trust me, here there’s a lot more to winning arguments than knowing the laws the best.”
That’s why we’re here, in fact. At this place. There’s a certain someone I need to talk to. He spoke as his hand reached the door handle of The Ashes, the single most popular pub in the entire kingdom.
Well, as far as Original One Piece OC's go - I never really had particularly many until I started RPing. I enjoyed the idea of someone who would mimic any of the father figures Luffy has, so every character I dreamt up was some variation of (what extremely little we knew about them at the time, 15-18 years ago) Shanks and Garp.
My original RP character was a Marine Commander by the name of Kai, 13-14 years ago. Edgiest Marine OC you ever once did darn see. Six powers, big fat Mihawk Black Katana he claimed rended the enemies souls - long before the infamous "This is Katana, her sword kills the soul of the people she kills" but most notably he wore an all black Navy coat that had "Death" on the back. It was all truly terrible and these days I'm very glad that @Pacifista rejected me from his One Piece RP back on Oldguild when I applied the the game he was running.
Added the current TLDR versions of the different areas of Sunstrider Island and Morgans' enemies. I'm sure he'll get more as I go along. I still need to figure out the Marines.
Hmm, so if say, I want to make a marine character that's starting out like Koby and making their way up. I have to make an entire marine crew of NPC or if there any leeway?
Cause I feel like I wouldn't be able to make an entire NPC crew of a dozen people and RP them well.
I'm not the GM, but I've played in the games that this RP took inspiration from (I.E, the DC and Marvel ones.) - It should be completely feasible for you to play as a rookie marine who builds their way up without a 'living machine' of NPCs surrounding you. You would probably want a few, but I can't foresee that requiring you making and playing 20+ NPCs just to play as a cabin boy or such.
On that note, I am torn if I want my secondary character to be a Marine or a pirate, so I look forward to anyone contributing to either side to perhaps sway me in that direction!
"The greatest flame is the one that burns within our people."
Morgan Brand of the Solstone.
CHARACTER DESCRIPTION:
"Leverage is the most powerful force."
One Piece is a story told from the perspective of the Pirate, we get to see what it's like moving from island to island, ensuing chaos and performing acts of heroism. This is all great, but my favorite part about One Piece besides the tone, is reconnecting with the people we used to know. Seeing Coby and Helmeppo again makes me lose my shit every single time. I want to work on that particular interaction and feeling, the feeling of a place changing with time.
To do this, I'm telling a story that's equal parts Alabasta as it is Wano mixed with some Gotham-City crime-drama. Morgan is not Batman. He is not a Strawhat, and he's not a man who is going to change his own world in one sweeping motion. His story is one about compromise and a lot of paperwork. He's a high-ranking politician trying to keep his own vassal state alive, while struggling against many factors beyond the colonizing kingdom of Sunstrider.
An aristocrat and nobleman, Morgan is inherently rather posh, though made a little more palpatible by his connections to his friends who are from a few lower rungs of society. Orphaned as a part of the last independece conflict, he inherited his title and responsibility.
CHARACTER GOALS:
"Prosperity and freedom has to be what we burn for."
The man is honest, brave and kind above all, that's not to say he won't deploy shadowy tactics or strike an underhanded blow - he is a politician, not a knight or priest. His ambitions lies in creating a space where he and his people are not threatened, living up to his legacy as a member of the Brand house and it's sole heir. He wishes to eventually take political office in the entirety of Sunstrider, allowing the kingdom at large to become better, creating well being for all of it's inhabitants. Along this path he will have a myriad of allies and foes, some changing sides depending on the day and conflict. My goal as a writer is to create a kingdom that feels right at home in the One Piece world, while still keeping the spotlight squarely inside said Kingdom and whatever outside threats they face.
CHARACTER NOTES: "The flame of ambition shall burn strong"
Organization: Sovereign Government of Solstone. Position: Baron, Councilman. Starting Sea: West Blue Devil Fruit: Flame-Flame Fruit
THE KINGDOM: Sunstrider culture is heavily inspired and based on Central American indigenous people's religious beliefs. Their religion relies on the sun, heat and smithing are their symbols of belief. Mixing this aeshetitic with a heavily aristocratic, industrialized vibe we get a strong clash between harmony with nature and a far more Victorian people. Within the kingdom there are four mostly-sovereign states. The King is Rykar Helios The Third, who has always had hatred in his heart for Morgan, ever since he fought against Solstone in the last conflict.
Sunstrider's a larger kingdom, while not massive I'd consider it a significant one. Famous for their factories and their scorching furnaces, they are able to refine even the rarest of minerals. The greatest of their furnaces are located in the small state of Solstone and the secrets to keeping this furnace hot is the largest reason for their remaining sovereignty.
Sunstrider and Solstone use westernized naming conventions.
The UNITED STATES of Sunstrider & The Sovereign State Of Solstone:
Huitzil Castle: Boss: King Rykar Helios Primary Caste: “Divine”, Solar Priesthood.
Located in the highest peak of Helio City, a grueling path to get to the top of Toxcatl Mountain and it’s spire like shape. Only king Helios himself rules here, free from the chains of democracy as he himself often dictates it. This is a place where only the noblemen live. Seemingly a paradise it carries a great darkness in it being the only area of the kingdom where slaves exist and serve their noble masters. In essence, the castle is a miniature of Mary Geoise. The inner workings of the castle are hidden from every member of parliament except those belonging to the royal family.
HELIO CITY: Boss: Crown Prince Oxford Helios Primary Caste: Aristocrat, officers. The Capital of the island, overlooked by the castle atop of Toxcatl Mountain. The capital has two mayor ports, simply called West and East port, each with a river delta leading into them that passes the other states to either side. It’s possible to traverse the entire island by foot or train. The capital hosts a cosmopolitan mixture of people, while most of the city is segregated, each business only allowing entrance to people of certain castes per city. The military are housed here to have ease of access to both the water and the rest of the kingdom. 10 years ago, The Ashbringers used to have their headquarters in the capital, these days their house. The Marine Base is also located here.
ZENITH: Bosses: SPOT and FLARE Primary Castes: Workers, immigrants.
The youngest area, created by immigrants a few generations ago and used to be largely segregated until the Solstone revolution 21 years ago. After losing complete control of Solstone, the crown needed to retake ground and accepted Zenith as a new state. The state is run by the Yakuza and carries cultures that are otherwise foreign to Sunstrider. Biggest issue inside of Zenith is the religious conflict between the immigrants and the established religion in the west. Many of the country's factories are located here. Gamblers might find their luck here, however.
PHOENIX BEACH: Bosses: Fenix, Phenix and Thenix Solaire Primary Caste: Entrepreneurs, clergy, soldiers and tourists. The Beach hosts all of the tourism to the island - if you are a tourist, there’s a fair chance you never once saw anything besides. There’s attractions, hotels, spas, restaurants and every kind of entertainment exists on the western beach. On the other end, towards the north is where the temple is located which is closed off for tourists but opens to citizens during festivals or religious ceremonies.
SOLSTONE: Boss: Baron Brand Primary Caste: Does not follow the caste system. Solstone itself is at conflict besides its conflict with the larger sunstrider kingdom and the other sovereign Sunstrider states. 21 years ago Solstone fought against Sunstrider in bid for independence, which is why it now has its own government while still part of the Sunstrider Kingdom as a whole. Morgan Brand is the lord of the Brand Manor, making him one of the wealthy elite of Solstone, he inherited the title of Baron from his father, Merlyn Brand upon his death. As such, he has a heap of minions at his disposal, even if his estate has shrunk since his parents demise.
ALLIES:
Jack Hawkins - Former captain of the Sunstrider Ashbringers. Father figure to Morgan. Famous for his use of spears in combat. Once upon a time he served the King, but he left that position to serve as housecarl to the young Morgan after his parents were killed in the manor fire at the end of the war.
Stede 'Cocktail' Molotov - Crazy jackass, owns the only non-segregated bar in all of Sunstrider, The Ashes. Morgan's best friend and the most stalwart and aggressive freedom fighter. Loyal like a hound and fierce as a rabid wolf. Fights like a howler monkey with improvised weaponry and would give his life for Morgan or Solstone in a heartbeat.
'Bonet' - Private detective with a shadowy past. Morgan knows critically little about Bonet, beyond what he has figured out over the past few years since he took his office. Bonet works as the problem solver, digging up dirt, collecting information and brokering secrets for Morgan.
ENEMIES:
Rykar Helios The Third Everything Morgan isn't, Rykar got in spare. A warrior king, a bulldog in politics and a ruthless tyrants to those that dare openly defy him.
Oxford Helios: Crown prince and a far more tempered young man than his father. Oxford is the man who leads Parliament and ensures that democracy goes around within the kingdom. He cares very little for Morgan and considers him a good politician but a terrible nuisance. His politics are usually centered on keeping up the prestige of the nation.
Aztec Helios: Chaos incarnate. Aztec causes issues and destruction anywhere he goes. The little shit responds poorly to the otherwise deadly rules of aristocracy that holds the island together. Violence and anger are two clear indications of his person. Carries his handguns and refuses to allow any bodyguards accompany him, unless he is going to meet with his father or brother.
Fenix, Phenix and Thenix Solaire The triplets all look the same, while their expertise is vastly different. Phenix is in charge of the armed forces and is one of the kingdom's most renowned captains. Thenix is one of the Kingdom’s high priests, while Fenix is minister of economy and in general seen as a business tycoon. Fenix is blessed by the Clover-Clover Devil Fruit. Their policies are almost always geared towards economic growth or ensuring sun worship takes center stage.
Solveig “Spot” Highpoint
Solveig’s the head of the family, shrewd and incredibly cunning she managed to navigate herself to the top of the totem pole in Zenith, allowing her to become their elected to parliament and crowned city councilwoman. She wields her younger brother against their foes. Her politics are geared towards increasing the rights of the many people living in her province, often at the cost of Solstone, their nearest neighbor.
Sun-Tsi “Flare” Highpoint Considered the attack dog of his sister in their youth, he has now clawed his way through the growing Yakuza and has become their lead enforcer and one of their highest ranked members. Based on his position within the organization and Solveig’s political position it is fair to say that the Highpoint siblings rule the organized crime world in Zenith. He wields a massive katana dubbed ‘Clusterstrike’.
OTHERS: Marines go here.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: "Our lives all start from sparks of passion that ignited our flame We have no other choice but to burn. I intend to burn as hot as the sun above."
Flame-Flame Fruit Burned as a child when his homestead was reduced to ash along with his parents, Morgan harbors a complex relationship to his seemingly mystical abilities as the fruit has been a part of him since before he got old enough to throw his first punch. Morgan is far from a powerhouse, his survival has relied on the natural advantages his powers grant him. Beyond his Logia fruit, he's a traditionally trained fencer, utilizing a trick-sword in the form of a cane, a symbol of his house.
Morgan's actual ability lies in him being a rhetoric and diplomatic powerhouse. Negotiation and legalities are his real weapons, coming up with uneasy peace where there could have only been war. Brokering power and trading resources for information, influence for guarantees and leveraging relationships to get what he wants.
Sample Post:
"Another drink to another failed motion by our incredible leader!" Stede shouted as the bar cheered, he sent eleven glasses of ale down the bartop, each getting grabbed by a hand of people dressed in simpler garbs than those of the councilman sitting at the edge of the bar, nearest Stede. Morgan shook his head. "You're stupid." He grimaced as Stede laughed. "Not as stupid as that motion, friend. You really thought you would upend the last tax deal? Just because your idea made sense and was legally sound? C'mon Baron Brand, haven't you been around this carnival longer than this?"
Morgan shook his head, as a big glass of ale made it's way to him. Jack laughed heartily from the back, laughing at Stede rather than Morgan, the older gentleman knowing full well that Morgans proposal had nothing to do with the tax referendum - it was about voting districts. The bartender was talking out of his behind, as always. As Morgan nursed his beer, the conversations inside of the bar ignited, people from each of the states sat here engaged in conversation and enjoying each other's company. As sad as Morgan was about getting absolutely destroyed at the parlamentary hearing today, it was always a relief to sit here and watch the people, his people, not just those of Solstone, but all of Sunstrider - the real people of Sunstrider - gathered like this. United, even in disagreement. No walls between them.
But as always, that wouldn't last. Soon the doors popped open as the Constables from Sunstrider decided The Ashes was getting a little too loud.
"Oi! What's going on in here?! All of this rabble sounds a whole lot like drunken slobbery, is that what's goin' on in here?" Eying Stede, Constable Rivers grunted. "Knowin' that one's behind this bar, there's a fair chance there's plottin' happenin. I believe it's about time we do a search of the bar cellar for any contraband. The office 've received reports of North Blue Rye being sold in the streets - well above our regulated alcohol content. Nobody else but you, Molotov would be sellin' cocktails that strong."
Stede grimaced at Morgan, a look that clearly told the Baron that he was in fact the one selling the illegal rye. Rolling his eyes, Morgan got out a piece of parchment from his bandolier. He was going to put that criminal law schooling to work once more.
"I'm sorry, Constable Rivers. But you cannot search this establishment at this time. As made clear clause 17, paragraph 9 of the Helios Law decree, property used for entertainment purposes cannot be searched without a warrant or, if suspected of current criminal activity, required to have given 24 hours of prior notice to a clergyman responsible. I am Baron Morgan Brand. I hold the office of councilman for this block. You have not filed the appropriate forms to my office for my approval before raiding this bar. Therefor, I ask that you leave and return to your patrol." Morgan spoke, showing the parchment with the appropriate text, as well as holding up his identification - not that Rivers needed it, he knew Morgan.
"Well well well, that's all fine and good, mister Baron. Me boys on the other hand? They don't listen too well. And they don't read so good, either. So all of these fancy lawyer talk you got there? It's not gonna do you any good, ya' see. We're gonna strip this bar board by board if we have to, until we find that stinkin' rye."
Morgan grimaced. Rivers had an absolute disrespect for the burocractic machine - it wasn't the first time he had witnessed it, but this type of savagery always made his stomach turn. Lifting his gun, Rivers whistled. "You best move out of the way, your lordship." Shouldering past the young noble, who held his fist in his pocket. Stede put his hand on the double-barreled gun under the bar.
Instead, the older gentleman, Jack stood up to the occasion. "Constable Rivers." He spoke, softly but clearly. "Your father was Searing Rivers, right?" The officer nodded, confused. "You might not recognize me, but I recognize you, you have his eyes. He was a fine ashbringer your old man. One of my best. I am happy you took after him, joining our great nation's law enforcement."
It dawned on him who the scared old man was, and Rivers gulped hard. "This happens to be my favorite bar - and I'll personally make sure that no illegal products are sold here. Will you duputize me in this decision, as a favor - for old Ashbringers sake?" Jack asked, and Rivers nodded, solemnly. Morgan smiled, it was incredible the way with words Jack had. At a glance, everything the old man had said sounded like a request, but the way he had moved, and the aura he had exuded had made it plain that it wasn't friendly at all. Had he ever had the ambition to, Jack could've become a politician without equal.
Whistling again, Rivers lowered his gun and called back the goons, currently moving towards Stede behind the bar.
Once they left, Stede breathed out. "Damn Morgan, you've really lost it today. What was that weak crap? Thank the sun above that Jack covered my ass." Jack smiled, a glass of the notorious rye being served to him by the barmaid on Stede's order. "All in a days work, Stede. And don't be too hard on Master Brand. He had a rough day in court."
Morgan scratched his neck awkwardly. He really had lost it today.
"Ah well, whatever, nothing to do but drown our sorrows in booze and get back at it tomorrow, ey councilman?!" Stede cheered raising his glass as Morgan did the same "Helio Yeah!" he cheered as all of the glasses in the bar came together in wonderful clinks.
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