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It's been a while since I roleplay'ed. With filing for unemployment, a lot of free time has opened up. I hope I can join despite the rep sheet I have for being inactive for some time.
6 yrs ago
Current
It's been a while since I roleplay'ed. With filing for unemployment, a lot of free time has opened up. I hope I can join despite the rep sheet I have for being inactive for some time.
"People are a collection of blood-filled sacks and floppy limbs, one second away from being stretched out and twisted like so much skin-taffy."
Leveling Up
For most of your journey, experience points will be given to you through post activity and defeating enemies. I will be initiating the experience points and I would like for you to please update your characters' level bar. This is so your character is given what he deserves and levels up accordingly.
Fighting enemies will be a group effort. An enemy's experience points will be split through the team. A party member must be present in order to gain the points.
Word count will vary the experience points gained as well. Here's a simple estimation for experience points.
Word Count/Experience Points: 200 words- 1 point 300 words- 2 points 500 words- 3 points 1000 words- 5 points
Combat System
The combat system will generally be written in role play format. There will be times when I will dice roll to determine the amount of damage an enemy inflicts or how much damage your character deals.
Items
There will be dice rolls after enemies are defeated to present possible item drops. I will also be committing to these rolls during gambles and treasure chests. The rarity of an item will also be rolled. Your character along with the entire party share the same inventory regarding curatives. You and your group fight or decide who gets what weapon or armor.
The convict leaned over the titanium girl once she struck him in the gut. Breath came out of his nostrils. His eyebrow flinched and pointed to the center demonstrating his anger toward the woman. Ally’s punch was effective, but it only tightened the convict’s grip on Marcus’ leg.
The convict could hear the whispers from its whispers. Slave acknowledged his recklessness and how the others were advancing. He grunted from his sewn mouth. Looking to his eight, he noticed the lizard man charging towards him. As his only option, he chucked Marcus at the reptilian monster.
“Aim me at the bitch, Slave.” The shrunken head spoke in anger; its voice sounded like static on a television. The obese man opened his palm. As before, the magic charm shouted a few words of incantation. Though this time was different. Each incompressive word was followed by an annoying buzz.
Bzzzzzzzz…. The buzzing was becoming louder with each word. It was until at that moment a swarm of bees emerged from the shrunken head’s mouth. They were agitated and were seeking their closest victim. They soared toward the titanium girl.
Marcus Winters
“Damn it,” Marcus muttered as his body collided against Kurt. The throw was tough enough to stagger the lizard man. The teen plopped onto the floor and wailed in pain. “I can’t take this anymore.” The kid began holding his head in pain.
He kept blinking as the pain was becoming unbearable. He started to speak between pants of pain. “Look, Kurt.” He twitched from the previous body throws. “We need to isolate that fucking creepy ass doll.” Marcus turned his head to the side and spat out blood.
“Without that thing, he’s just a big blubbering convict. You can probably take him on giving you guys share the same weight.” He picked up his knees and could hear buzzing. The teen began questioning his mental status. Was the buzzing from his head injuries or something else? “Fuck,” he bellowed. “You need to go cover her. Your skin may protect her. I’ll see what I have left in my pockets.” Marcus winced as his arm hand into his jeans.
"796...797...798." Feya grunted with each push-up. Sweat poured down her forehead and onto the deck of the ship. It was a matter of tradition when they came to the new land. She needed to prepare herself for any obstacles or any possible trials on the island. “799...800.”
Her chin hit the floor the last time. She jumped to the hands and squatted to her feet. Wiping the sweat from her forehead, she took a few seconds to breathe through her nose and mouth. “Whoo, that was three sets. Warm-Up is complete.” She looked out at the ocean and admired the discovery of a new town.
She would need to pick up some new workout equipment and possibly some more fruit. This is the chance that Slick only buys greasy and unhealthy choices for the crew. She started to twist her waist to prevent future cramping. After her stretching exercise, she decided to grab a cup of water. Feya then snapped her fingers. “Actually, a gallon of water is more appropriate.”
Entering the ship, she noticed something peculiar. The woman of fitness couldn’t help, but feel proud of one of her crewmates. She immediately opened the door leading to Bonesword’s room. Feya witnessed the skeleton kid talking to his sword again. She nervously laughed for a few seconds as the experience was still weird to her.
“Hi, I just wanted to say how proud I am. I see someone is becoming more open to their room activities.” Feya pointed at the door. “Taking down that sign is the first milestone, y’know?” Fitness Feya formed her hand to a gun and pointed it at Bonesword. “Keep up the good work.”
She then walked away to the kitchen. Feya's ears perked up when she heard Cedric yelling. It wouldn't be long until they were exploring the town.
Marcus was caught in a battle of strength with the fat convict. The corpulent foe defended himself from the boy’s reckless strikes. The teen acknowledged that he had the speed advantage. Landing metal punch after metal punch was the guy’s best option for toppling the convict.
Marcus paused his assault and peered over his shoulder. Pushing his shoulder into the gut of the convict, he growled. “Damn it, Kurt, why are you being submissive,” Marcus said to himself. It was then at that moment that Marcus could feel his hand hurting. “Damn it, not now.”
Marcus had lost his metallic body; his previous power had depleted. The teen took a couple of steps back, but the man’s giant trunk of a hand grabbed onto his leg. The convict proceeded to toss him back and forth on the concrete like a rag doll. The boy hit the pavement and sounded every impact with a grunt.
Enemies
The body stem that connected the man’s skull to the monster was thinning due to Kurt’s teeth. The texture was slimy and might have caused some numbing to his mouth. The demon roared and pissed when it could sense daggers being injected into its body. It stopped giving the titanium girl attention and started flinging its body in the air.
The section that Kurt sank his teeth on was keeping a large mass of darkness from pouring into the demon’s body. One might say the process was similar to a hose being stepped on. As more seconds passed with each crunch from the lizard man, the bubble of darkness was becoming uncontrollably big.
Boom! The bubble of black goo exploded and sent all of the demon’s bodily fluids in every direction. The Street Dragon might have been drenched in the liquid given his closeness to the blast. The rest of the monster collapsed to the floor in agony. Rolling around the floor was its only option. It was then that it came to a complete stopped and ended its fight.
@Leaves So here's an idea: as we know, Dirk thinks of himself as a Rokushiki master, yet doesn't have the physicals to back that up. Maybe he thinks that's because, rather than himself being exceptionally weak (he didn't find anybody in that one fight because his Divine Purpose said so obviously he wasn't hiding away from them), the rest of his crew is disproportionately strong, and therefore he needs to get more training from them in order to get stronger. That in mind, since Feya appears to be the most dedicated to the power of stronk, he might well ask if he could train with her as frequently as possible, rather than waiting to train with everyone else every week or so. Does that sound like a plan?
Appearance: While Johnathan is clearly in his teenage years, the way he presents himself and dresses actually has the effect of making him look older then what he is... and not in a good way. His dark hair is always cut short, his blue eyes always seem somewhat dry and slightly blood shot and what would otherwise be an alright face to look at almost always seems tired and drained of energy.
His clothing tends to be simple but clearly showing signs of age, wear and whatever colors they might have originally had longed faded from wash after wash. Even the new items of clothing that he gets appears to have been at least second hand before he got it. He almost always is seen wearing a pair of old work boots; The steel capped kind that protects the toes. While also clearly showing the signs of age, his boots were originally a pretty solid pair and even after all this time they are in good condition.
Personality: Quiet and simple, Johnathan seems to spend a lot of the free time he has just sitting down somewhere, lost in his own mind somewhere. He doesn't talk about his past, the subject being very much closed to anyone who doesn't need to know about it. Something clearly haunts him, but he never speaks of it to anyone; That said, whenever he finds the time, he will go and visit a small, run down church in one of the worse then normal neighborhoods of Tranquil City through why and what he does there are private.
While the exact source is unclear to all but himself, Johnathan has a deep seated violent streak that plagues him. Unable to cure it, he instead decided to attempt to channel it into something positive instead and thus why he has decided to pursue trying to clean up the streets of his home street despite his seeming lack of super powers.
Uniform: Getting into 'costume' is as simple as putting on one of his worn out black shirts. It doesn't require much more work then that.
Powers/ Abilities: Johnathan doesn't have any powers that he is actively aware of and he lacks of professional training and resources that certain -other- powerless heroes have. He has a metal baseball bat and knows how to use it.
However, he does have some interesting abilities; Those attempting to read his mind will quickly find themselves confused by the fact that instead of hearing his actual thoughts, they will instead encounter a jumble of the most sick, twisted and disturbingly dark thoughts and imagery that an ill human mind can think of and comprehend. It is not a pleasant experience in the slightest, through Johnathan is unaware of this ability since to his knowledge, no one has ever attempted to peer into his mind in such a manner.
Johnathan's mind is put at ease in two ways; Inflicting pain on the guilty and suffering pain himself, be it by his own hand or the hands of another. Pain motivates him to fight harder because it helps silence the horrors lingering in his mind. This interesting little quirk results in Johnathan being rather difficult to disable with pain alone since his mind can and will overcome the failings of his physical body to a insane degree.
Bio: Johnathan Harker was orphaned at a young age when his families car crashed, killing his father outright with his mother dying of her injuries days later. While in the back seat of the car, the four year old managed to escape with some light scratches and a few bruises. When none of his distant relatives could be contacted to take him and no godparents in sight, Johnathan entered the system and for years lived in an orphanage run by a local church when he wasn't staying with a foster family. None of the foster homes worked out...
As he grew older, Johnathan started to cling to the faith that the orphanage taught with greater and greater zealotry. While many believed it was because he found a love of god, Johnathan confessed to the local priest (Father Russ) one day of the nightmarish imagines that were haunting his thoughts and the horrific ideas that plagued his dreams; Johnathan clung so tightly to the faith because he was terrified of the 'demon' that he was sure was trying to corrupt his soul and possess him. Despite a request for an exorcism to try and force out the 'demon', Father Russ declined on the grounds that he believed such a thing was to extreme for the circumstances, instead trying out a couple of small rituals not performed by the general public to try and help a tormented member of his flock.
While they didn't stop the horrible things completely, performing these rituals helped give Johnathan peace of mind... enough for him to dedicate himself to a cause to try and strengthen his besieged soul while giving some of his lesser urges a positive manner in which to be channeled... he picked up a metal bat and dedicated himself to trying to fight the rising street crime that was happening in the city.
I like your character though I do see a problem regarding the flow of the story within the roleplay. The current teens were picked/kidnapped because of their superhero abilities. Sort of like hand chosen for a project that policeman can't really solve on their own. Your character wouldn't really catch the eye of the "kidnapper" because you do just have a bat.
We can collaborate though. You chould be that character that somehow interrupts the missions, and everyone believes is just a crazy vigilante. Join the team until you offically get your power and prove to everyone how unique you really are.
@Leaves I don't understand. You posted an edited version a little while ago, then after my feedback you posted the exact same version, but without the completed Nakama section?
That was the RPG site. It was leftover material that I did not see when I posted again.
Name: Feya Nelson Epithet: “Fitness Feya” Race: Human Age: 24 Gender: Female Appearance: Feya has a rather pale complexion. Her skin has no color and might resemble that of a corpse. Not only has she lost color in her skin, but also in her eyes and hair. Her entire appearance looks lifeless. Despite the pigmentation, Feya does proud herself on one aspect: her body. From excessive grooming and cardiovascular exercise, she keeps her body fit as an Egyptian temple. Her abs demonstrate the resolve and determination she places into her work outs. Even her dental work is impressive; as they say, when she smiles the whole world stops for a while. All in all, the bitch is well-toned. She is rather freakishly tall for a woman. Feya stands at 6 feet in all her glory; her weight is around 190lbs. Her attire is limited to loosely fitted clothing. She prefers to wear clothes that are ideal for a workout. It helps with her flexibility immensely. Sometimes she will break into a sports bra followed by shorts. Other times she will sport a tank top with sweatpants. There are a few interesting characteristics about Feya. She does have thick eyebrows. When exercising, she does release a lot of sweat from her wrists. She tries to prevent this by wearing two black wrist bands. Finally, she does refuse to wear anything white so most of her clothes are in color.
Position:Doctor Bounty: 0 Jolly Roger:
Background
Ambition: Whenever Feya sees her reflection, she recognizes a confident and established woman. Her physique gives her the motivation to continue the day. She puts a lot of sweat and pain her work out sessions. As one of her mantras goes, “No pain, no gain.” Ultimately, she admires her strength. However, she acknowledges there is room for improvement. The woman knows there is more power to the human body that many people are not aware of. Feya wishes to push her body through unbreakable limits. She wants to build herself against dangerous trials and overcome any obstacle. She does this to fill two objectives. One of her ambitions is to enable herself to control every single muscle in her body. The body only uses 10% percent muscle. By applying and using all of her muscles, she would have admirable strength. Her second objective is to travel the world and find the best workout routine. Feya is not a selfish person and does want to motivate people to be in tip top shape. A sedentary lifestyle increases the risk for a lot of fatal conditions. She has sworn that she will write a self-help book. Her novel will have the most effective workout drills and routines that will inspire millions of inactivity.
Likes:
Protein Shake
Working Out
Mornings
Yoga
Hiking
Trials
Lifting
Improving
Fruit Salad
Laughing
Dislikes:
Laziness
Greasy Food
Mentions of her Complexion
Cigarette Smoking
Weakness
Butter
Quirks: Feya is confident about her appearance but is self-conscious about her complexion. Any comment regarding her being white as snow makes her go into a psychotic rage. She is fixated on being the best; most likely, this does diagnose her as a perfectionist. Feya can be unbelievably competitive. She might turn something serious into a competition regardless of the situation. She does not like losing. If she does lose, she takes it out on herself by completing more work out sessions. Another strange quirk of hers is that she does do several exercises in her free time. She could be caged up in someone’s basement and start doing sit-ups just because. The last abnormal habit of hers is that she loves raw eggs. Personality: Feya can be a bit cruel at times. She doesn’t know the word subtlety. Nor can she easily inform someone the truth in a careful manner. “You’re going to die a painful death,” would be something she would say outright to a patient. Feya is also determined to take on any challenges. She does not partake in trials to prove anything to anyone; Feya is focused on impressing herself only. The physical woman stands to be conceited and athletic. A combination that does give her a big head. She does have another personality. As a doctor, she does try to keep everything in a professional manner despite her honest outbursts. Her will to help others overcome disease, sickness and injury is something she is passionate about. History:
Feya’s physical health was not exceptional back then. Her past life is a reminder to keep her body up to recommended standards. Her biggest fear is reforming back to the person she used to be. Feya had a horrible habit that was slowly killing her. The woman could barely breathe or walk a couple of blocks without becoming winded.
Everyday Feya would take pleasure in finishing a pack of cancer sticks. She couldn’t help herself and always relied on a cigarette. Her addiction to nicotine had her sometimes wake up in the middle of the night for a smoke. She did spend an abundance of money and time smoking. It had affected her health tremendously, though not her appearance.
Feya didn’t have a hobby to distract her from the cruelty of the world. Being albino was a rarity, but most people gawked at her or treated her differently. Bricks were thrown at her and insults were another disgusting matter. Smoking was the one stress reliever that blocked everything out.
She began smoking at the age of 15. Life at the orphanage was difficult. Her parents didn’t want her and albino kids weren’t exactly wanted by many. Feya chose to leave and find a place she could call home. She also needed to find a nearby store for her new nicotine addiction. Feya never stole them, she would just pocket the packs and leave change from a couple of odd errands on the counter. She technically did pay for them.
Feya found shelter at an abandoned house. She lived carefreely and had no worries. A few years did pass and Feya did find herself in a predicament. It did happen that some men did break into her home. Who would it be but the owners of the store she was robbing for the past year? They expressed their anger through various methods of bludgeoning and assault.
Feya couldn’t fight back. How could she? A few years of smoking had left her tired and weak. She expected this was the way she was going to die. Her face bruised and her ribs broken from consistent kicks. It was then that she was saved by a good samaritan.
An elderly, buffed man had rescued her from the hostiles. His strength was admirable considering he beat the men with one strike. He took the battered Feya and brought her to his squad. It wasn’t a pirate crew or band of raiders; to put it simply, it was just a group of friends. There were five of them including the elder man. They were all athletic and had glowing skin. Their mannerisms and responses to Feya were kind and cordial.
It was something Feya never experienced before. The elder man noticed in Feya’s pockets were filled with cigarette packs. He then introduced himself as “Physique Pascal.” He and his merry go of friends were extremists in physical fitness. Pascal and his group took great pride and joy in being daredevils. They always tried something new and potentially dangerous. Pascal and his friends badgered Feya’s cigarette secret. Pascal happened to be a doctor of kinesiology. He told Feya the risks and vowed to help her through her addiction. Nothing more, the elderly man wished to show her a new hobby: working out. It was then at that time Pascal chose to be Feya’s life coach.
For a year, Feya built great bonds with the fitness crew. They never asked out her skin pigmentation nor did ever point it out. She was treated equally. Her lungs have gotten better thanks to the daily workouts pushed onto her. The endurance trials were no picnic either. Feya sometimes had trouble keeping up. But her friends never gave up on her nor did Pascal, who was a lot meaner during workout regimens. The group of athletics and surprised Feya with a celebration. It was officially the one-year anniversary since they adopted her into their group. The team granted Feya a nickname with alliteration, “Fitness Feya.” Every member of the group had one: Physique Pascal, Joanne Jumper, Climber Caroline, Hank Health, and Yoga Yogi. It was greatly stupid and lame, but Feya couldn’t help herself. She was hit by so many emotions that she cherished the nickname.
Pascal and the group had another surprise. They informed Feya that they felt she was ready. Most of the trials they completed were for beginners. The next one on their list was more challenging and was not for the faint of heart. The next endurance trial was located in a tourist town, specifically at the docks near the water.
The endurance trial consisted of paying a guy for a boat ride for transport to a nearby island. Vicious animals and unpredictable weather were present on the island. The concerning factor was given the harsh waters around the island, no boats could travel to the island. There was a week in which the ocean was calm, but that would only occur every two years. Feya stressed about this endurance trial. She hesitated about going and staying on an island for two whole years. Her friends had to do motivate her further to get her moving. Pascal ensured her that there was a village located on the island for distress calls. And the endurance trial only welcomes adventures on the first day when the ocean settles. This gives people to six days to rethink their decision and inform the village to send a ship. If the wait over the six days, they can just spend their time waiting in the village for the next two years.
Six days have gone by for Feya and the gang. The island was unbelievably dangerous. Monsters of enormous size and admirable strength lurked in the island’s woods. Food took skill and flexibility to acquire. Edible plants were hard to come by as most were poisonous. The place was a nightmare yet Feya knew she could survive thanks to the comfort of her friends.
Feya was climbing on one of the mountains offered by the island with Climber Caroline. The walls of the mountain were steep and took them two hours to climb. They needed to see if any food was noticeable from the peak. The rest of the group was near the village setting up camp. At the peak, Feya and Caroline noticed a peculiar event.
They noticed a pirate crew parked on one side of the island. Feya and Caroline were confused seeing how the only ships allowed to be near the island were owned by the guy at the docks. The two girls looked at the landscape for anything more suspicious. It was then they noticed trees were being cut down in an area. Below the mountain was a group of men charging through the forest with murderous intent.
Caroline followed the path of destruction and saw the men would eventually reach the village. “Feya, we have a problem. It’s a good thing we came up here on time. If we climb down this mountain fast enough, we might be able to warn the village. The others are down there.” Feya’s heart rate was going up; she couldn’t believe what was happening. This entire situation was forcing her to sweat. “Feya, we need to go!” Caroline shouted.
“I’m not sure if you will be going anywhere.” A mysterious man appeared behind the two girls. He had scraggly hair with some stubble all over his face. Overall, the man’s image was mostly feral-like. His shirt was unbuttoned revealing scarred skin. A branding of a circle around the number 42 was burned on the man’s chest. Fleas flew around his body as he musked a horrible odor. Caroline took a defensive stance. She somehow knew deep down that he was associated with pirates. The person did not look like anyone from the village nor did he aboard the ship on the island. She demanded to know how the man found her. The mysterious individual cackled.
“I ate the dog dog fruit. I’m kind of gifted with the smell. Y’know, dogs have a good nose?” He clapped his hands together. “Alright, I know there is none on this island. Which one of you has the menthol?” There was silence between the two girls, only confusion was on their faces. “Oh, C'mon. You know what I am talking about!” Sighing, “Tobacco! Cancer sticks!! Cigarillos!!! I can smell it on you!” Caroline moved her eyes to her friend. Feya’s statue was frozen and her eyes were focused on the ground. She sucked her teeth in and admitted to Caroline that she had been sneaking cigarettes.
“You’ve been lying…” Caroline commented.
The mysterious man was most likely a zoan type because, in the next instant, he transformed into a dog-human hybrid. “Okay, so awkward moment. I understand that. Don’t worry. I’ll put an end to it.”
Feya panted heavily. Her body was full of scratches and bruises. She could feel her lungs about to burst. On her knees, she began to shake her head in denial. Laying her hands on Caroline’s wrist, she could sense no heat beat. It was obvious the bite marks had caused a significant amount of blood loss. Feya knew it was a false hope but she prayed that Caroline would get back up.
“Hmm, what a shitty way to go. I honestly wish it was me.” The mysterious man cackled. He shook the blood off of his fur. “Can I bum a cigarette off of you?” Feya clenched her teeth and chucked the pack of tobacco at him.
“Keep them. I’m done with them.” She sternly retorted. The cold breeze from the peak was beginning to affect her skin. The blood on her face was still warm. “Why haven’t you killed me yet?”
“Damn, what made you so cold, snowflake?” The man caught the package and placed it into his pocket. “Maybe I’m being charitable. And you know, I had a great idea.” The dog man peered down below the mountain peak. “It looks like you have about three hours to reach the village before my fellow crewmates destroy it.” He snickered, “If you make it on time. I’ll put a good word and tell the guys not to wreck it. Though if my friends and I get there, first…well, they’ll share the same blank expression like your friend.”
The man then jumped off the cliff and skidded down on the mountain side. Feya heard the man’s words. She blinked multiple times as her attention never faded from Caroline. “I am so sorry. I have to go warn the others. I have to try,” Feya cried. The woman stood up and began traveling down the mountain as fast as she could. Her skin and lungs already burning from the cold and exercise.
Feya had successfully climbed down the mountain and through the treacherous forest. Her body was riddled with bruises and cuts. She pushed all of her strength into her last sprint. The woman acknowledged the village was close by. All she needed to do was take a couple steps and rush past some trees. There was a slight moment of clarity as she touched one of the trees. Feya knew she completed her goal and managed to reach her goal. In that brief second, Feya was relieved. In...that...brief...second.
The next second passed and Feya saw the carnage. The village had been demolished and bodies decorated the forest floor. She limped while absorbing the terror and anguish the townspeople’s possibly felt. Feya neared the center of the village and one body caught her attention. The person was still moving and she cried when she found out the identity.
“Pascal, damn it.” Feya mourned the loss of her mentor. Pascal could barely speak. He informed the girl not to fret. The man was in horrible condition, possibly more than Caroline’s body. The elderly man coughed and looked prepared to accept his fate.
“Feya, don’t frown. Laugh. It’s a great workout for the core.” The man drew his last breath which left Feya alone and scared. Tears streamed down her face. She mourned in silence for her friends and the village residents. Her mourning was interrupted when she sniffed out a familiar scent. In the distance, she could see a man was merely observing the depressing moment. Feya squinted her eyes and saw a man with a scar across his nose. On his cheek, the number 42 was branded.
Feya growled when she could see the man smoking a cigarette. She knew it was hers and could only feel defeat at the moment. “I will kill you all.” She said with confidence. The man scoffed and puffed a few clouds of smoke from the cig.
“Good luck with that,” he breathed out a black cloud of smoke. “I’ll see you in two years.” He snarled as he threw the stick to the ground and stomped out the flame. He headed in the opposite direction, most likely to the crew’s boat.
Feya bowed her head. She scratched her forehead and couldn’t think of how to get out the situation. Today was the last day until the water surrounding the island would become too uncontrollable. The village area was destroyed and was the only guaranteed safe spot for people. The only boat coming to pick people up is in two years. Feya stopped the tears coming from her eyes and picked through Pascal’s pockets.
Inside, she found his notebook describing all of his workout regimens and his research on kinesiology. There was a lot of information written in the book. She skimmed through the pages and found the information to be essential for her survival. “Okay, I’ll survive. I can do this.” Feya tried to keep her confidence up. Looking through the pages, she found the first workout to begin. “Okay, 300 pushups. I can do this.”
And thus, Feya began her next two years trapped on the endurance trial. With no friends or easy sources of food, she suffered through much pain. She endured the loneliness and the soreness from Pascal’s workout recommendations. Studying while surviving had greatly changed her in the span of two years.
The man on the boat was petrified. He was not expecting a burned down village nor did he think the only surviving individual was the woman two years ago. He asked in a panic on whom would do such a thing. Feya scared the man as the years had changed her image. “42, that’s all I know. They...I am going to get every single of them.” Feya then laughed to break the tension which freaked the man even more.
Surviving the island at the age of 19 was an impressive feat. Feya proudly puts it on her belt. For the next two years, Feya visited more endurance trials. She hoped to increase her strength and become a beacon of rescue. The woman wanted to be reliable in strength and toward others.
One of her next trials did give her trouble. A crew of misfits was ganging up on her. It was another unruly pirate crew that only wanted destruction. She never relied on teammates and came to the endurance trial alone. Most of the trials she had completed were committed solo. Trying her best, she could not find the strength to overcome them. She was only one person going against an entire group.
Feya did meet a pirate crew who offered her some assistance. She declined instantly for good reasons. Her backstory doesn't include a stable relationship with pirates. The woman acknowledged fighting fire with fire would be extremely dangerous though she considered maybe manipulating them. The fitness woman decided not to accept their help and continued to do her own work.
Throughout the trial, she did witness a lot of weird behavior from the crew. The individuals that called themselves the Red Rum Pirates were less cruel and destructive. They appeared to be more clumsy-destructive than purposely destructive. Feya could see they could handle themselves during the trial as well. The woman scoffed and wasn't sure if it was the best option. Feya confronted them and accepted their help.
With their help, Feya and the Red Rum Pirates were able to defeat the naughty meddlers. They apparently were making trouble not only for Feya but other adventurers looking to complete the trial. In the end, she was given an invitation to join the crew. Feya laughed and worked out her core. The woman did not want to join a pirate crew nor did she want to join a group that advertised excessive drinking; however, the individuals seemed different. They did not look murderous toward civilians. Feya took some time and accepted the offer. Fitness Feya became a new member of the Red Rum Pirates.
After being with the team a bit, Feya learned a lot about her other crew mates. It was tough, but she wasn't sure she couldn't handle another abnormal person. The people on her team were some real weirdos. Feya and the rest of the crew were then alerted to the side of the ship.
An individual was having difficulty fighting a sea demon. It looked obvious that he needed assisstance. Feya sighed once the man was rescued and another weirdo was initated.
Combat Specialties
Skills and Abilities: Given Feya's impressive physique and her excessive exercises, she has been gifted with superhuman characteristics. Her strength is no laughing matter; a simple punch can send a 300lbs man through a brick wall. She does specialize in building muscle which explains her monstrous strength. Her muscular physique does give her durability; Feya is able to sustain a lot of damage before losing numbness in her body. Feya is a woman and does not have much weight on her. She never skips leg day which does benefit in her speed capability. Without her leg muscles, she probably wouldn't be much of a threat nor would she be able to land a strike on an opponent.
Underwater Breathing: After years of smoking, Feya did want to improve her lungs. Through various cardiovascular exercises, she pushed herself to amazing heights. Breathing has been a lot easier for her. Her lungs are able to help her stay underwater for 6 minutes with a single breath. That feat is three times the regular person.
Vortex Punch: Her deltoids and biceps are not just for looks. They do grant Feya incredible strikes and sometimes critical hits. One of favorite moves might have to be the Vortex Punch. The fitness woman winds up her arm in a circular motion and begins to pick up wind. The punch delivers an effective impact; the wind coming off from the punch may even blow the enemy away.
Tight Titan: The woman doesn’t have any weapons at the moment. Her punches don’t do much against someone with a sword or a knife. Cuts were going to happen as experiences have informed her. Fitness Feya does have a countermeasure against them. If a sword or knife does become lodged into her body, she tightens her muscles around the sharp object. This ensures she doesn’t lose anymore blood and the offender can’t pull back his sword. Tightening her muscles also lets her take heavy attacks without any serious injuries.
Devil Fruit: N/A Haki: Conqueror's Haki—Locked Gear: Feya keeps a bottle of vitamin supplements to ensure her body is kept up to standards. She does have a water bottle that she mixes with a few servings of protein powder. The powder is her concoction and gives her results lightning fast. Feya receives a slight boost in attributes. Fighting Style: Feya learned how to fend for self. She is still hoping to learn more fighting styles, but she only has one on her belt. Maybe traveling the seas and new trials will open new techniques for her. So far, Feya is specialized in kickboxing. Techniques: N/A
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Crewmate Name:
Caesar Inu:
Feya never quite had a connection with animals. She never had a pet or close relations to an animal. If she did have an interaction, it was mainly with wild-life creatures during some nature hikes or dangerous trials. Most of the animals she has seen were not tamed.
Feya doesn't technically know what a mink is, but she could only guess the characteristics of the animal are applied. She was hoping for an energetic pup but was disappointed to find Caesar to be lazy. Nothing more than Feya dislikes is people leading toward a sedimentary lifestyle. Also, the dude farts frequently.
Dirk Messir:
Dirk honestly creeps Feya out. She wasn't sure what to expect from him. The first interaction they had did not entirely go well. The pale male made an offensive remark about Feya's skin. This only sparked a number of back-lash remarks and nearly ended in a fight. Feya still found the individual to be odd.
She did spend some time diagnosing him discreetly. The woman was more specialized in physical health, but even her expertise could tell he was suffering from something. All the symptoms pointed to schizophrenia. Feya understood Dirk's abnormal behaviors and actions. After finding out, she decided to roll along with whatever weird thing he does. Though she is not too afraid to scowl him when things go over the line. She does recognize that he must have terrible history given his mentality. Feya does find common ground with them both having pale skin conditions.
Bonesword:
Feya can’t find the right words to describe her friendship with the skeleton kid. Her interactions or expressions are mostly confusion. Bonesword is a complexing concept to understand. His entire existence conflicts with Feya’s study. The guy has no muscles!
Her obsession with fitness is lost for a person who doesn’t have any muscle mass. She can’t help but stare a few times. Feya can’t help but think the kid is crying internally from muscle envy. This had pretty much struck a resolve on her.
Given the kid has no muscles, she bickers and nags at him the most. This usually consists if he completed his workout regimes. She also prescribed him to drink a gallon of milk a day. Flint was mostly bones and he was the most likely of the crew to receive osteoporosis from loss of tissue or even a deficiency of vitamin D.
Though they are still on the same level, Feya can’t help but feel weird when Bonesword drinks alcohol. It doesn’t sit right with her. Out of everyone, she feels he should be the last person to have alcohol.
One strange encounter that Feya had with Bonesword was that she accidentally walked in on him having a tea party with his sword. Silence had filled the room and Feya erupted into nervous laughter. She wasn’t sure how to respond and thought a comedic response was appropriate. It was really awkward after it took her a whole two minutes to stop and close the door. (A good exercise for her diaphragm though.)
Slick Drake:
Feya tends to keep a close relationship with Slick given his position the crew ship. She is determined to keep up with her diet. The woman usually always mentions the food pyramid even though Slick has heard it many times. He practically has learned about the necessary servings despite never wanting to have that knowledge in the first place.
Thanks to Feya, he now knows that people should have 4 servings of fruit each day, 3 servings of vegetables, 6 servings of grains, and other mumbo jumbos. The woman does tend to eat an excessive amount in the chef’s perspective, but she is just trying to reach her daily goal of 1,600 calories.
Feya acknowledges the mental disorder that Slick does suffer from. She does find some of her protein powder occasionally missing. The woman doesn’t confront Slick directly about it. As a doctor, she knows the chef can’t help his urges. Feya simply goes to his room, knocks down the door off of his hinges, looks around, and grabs her supplements without a word. There might be a slight sense of spite during her actions, but she does try to keep that hidden.
Overall, she does her best to communicate with Slick. She doesn’t push the man with workouts or fitness. Her rambling about food servings and caloric advantages are enough. His demeanor is relaxing.
Mizushima Isuza:
Feya cannot help but appreciate Isuza’s company now and then. Her demeanor and mannerisms differentiate from the rest of the crew. She is less noisy than the other crewmates; however, Feya does realize this is due to her lack of social skills. It doesn’t bother Feya in the slightest. The fitness physician does try to demonstrate that she is someone Isuza can comfortably talk to.
Feya does want Isuza to have more confidence; with little effort, she may put Isuza on the spot during some situations. This is usually so the other crew mate’s can hear her ideas and/or opinions. It can be difficult talking over people and Feya knows this exactly well.
Feya respects Isuza’s compassion for others. Her general honesty is a characteristic that Feya appreciates in an equal. More importantly, the resolve and dedication in Isuza command a great deal of respect from Feya. The woman can only see herself in the fisher girl. The willingness to complete a goal deserves a salute.
There is a hint of jealousy from Fitness Feya. She is fixated on training her body through ridiculous methods and has gone through enormous punishment to reach her current state. Isuza is gifted in strength as Feya due to her fisherman heritage. It does put pressure on Feya as she compares herself to Isuza. It’s odd too comparing the height sizes on Feya and Isuza.
She noticed Isuza loves swimming competitions. Feya usually instigates these matches from time to time. It would be a huge milestone if she could outswim a fisherman. No matter her strength, Isuza is a talented swimmer. Feya is always a few seconds behind. Feya hides her true motives and relies on the charade that it’s simply a game. But she does truly want to win. The score is currently 0-24. Despite the score, Feya does want to beat her once, just once.
The woman has been planning to curse herself with a Devil Fruit in the future as a testament to becoming stronger. Feya recognizes that she will be strong enough to partake in a Devil Fruit when she is able to swim faster than Isuza.
Cedric Daniel Boone:
Feya’s first few weeks as a crew member on the Red Rum Pirates was uncomfortable. Everything conflicted with her choices of fitness and resolve. Alcohol in excessive amounts was hazardous to the body system. She wondered how she could be part of the crew.
Though after many interactions, she learned how to cope with it. Many of the crew members did have their quirks but they all meant well. Feya appreciated the help back then and knew she was on a ship filled with morally sound individuals. They did have a few unhealthy habits, but as a fitness physician, she could help break those limits.
Feya is concerned about the captain’s drinking. She imagined that she would never be in a condition to follow a man who excessively drinks, but it was the man’s kindness for others that made her stay. Cedric’s concern for his subordinates’ dreams is an exceptional quality that Feya holds in high regards.
The drinking is an issue that Feya does address a lot. Usually, she will knock the captain, on the noggin if he is drunk or nearing intoxication. His age mixed with drinking is not recommended. And she does try to encourage fitness on the ship to fix his beer belly issue.
Cedric’s age and compassion for others do remind Feya of someone from her past. She believes this is also another reason she decided to stay with the Red Rum Pirates. It could be a sign of things and why she constantly tries to watch over Cedric’s health.
Feya reminds herself that Cedric is the captain. Her conceitedness has given her a superiority complex. She has a difficult time to follow commands at times, but after a bit of meditating, she does come back to her senses. It is challenging to hold someone above her after much time of fending for herself and acting independently. Pirate crew wasn’t what she predicted in her life.
Though she does try to ensure Cedric that she cares of the crew’s physical health and his included, in an uninformed manner.
Lilliana Merrycure:
Feya finds Lilliana’s entire persona cute. There is a lot of spunk in most of her actions. Her motherly nature towards other crew members is comforting to witness. Feya can see her heartening nature as she does take elation in supporting others. The concern for others was a characteristic similar to Feya.
More importantly, Lilliana is established to medically help those in need. Though different in branches of study, Lilliana and Feya are both doctors. This motivated the fitness physician to converse with the scientist during more occasions. Lilliana might be the only person who understood Feya’s vocabulary about myology and kinesiology. The machine fetish was weird, but it was basically Feya’s passion for fitness.
Though Lilliana is motherly to the crew, Feya’s feelings are different. From her shortness and smaller physique, Feya began to think of Lilliana more of a sister, a little sister to be exact. The woman does badger everyone about physical fitness, workout, and dieting, but she does it less to Lilliana. This is practically her method of “pampering” Lilliana. Feya sometimes refers to Lilliana as “Lily” only because it would slip out in conversation. On occasion, she may tell Lily to skip a workout or start her cheat day.
There is a particular characteristic about Lilliana that perplexes Feya. Her “B-Mo” brings some concerns regarding her internal organs and skeletal structure. It is a medical phenomenon that stumps Feya with many questions. By appearance, the biological metallic organism has not done any harm to her body. Feya sometimes forgets that Lily has metal inside her.
One awkward moment occurred when Feya was performing monthly physical check-ups. She had Lilliana step onto a scale and saw the dial spin toward a number out of her body weight area. “You’re overweight,” Feya bluntly said. It was very awkward afterward.
I edited my character application. How does it look?
@Leaves Just think of it as truth or dare but on a much larger scale - and only dares. Whats the weird kind of shit a bunch of young adults/teenagers could get into when said dares are then rewarded by large amounts of money wired directly into your bank account after completing them? Oh yes, I'm sure the dares will be fun to come up with.
Yeah, it's like 13 Sins. Though has there ever been a dare that results in murder? Is this going to get dark?
