LokiLeo789

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"Sparky Boom Pirates" Or bust.

@Hillan

Doesn't have enough...Spark.

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Might just have to make your own crew with Jack as captain.

@Hillan

Jack as Captain, Xerxes would make a fine Captain himself. Defiantly changing the name tho..

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So...any crew willing to take Xerxes and Jackel. They are a loving duo who are capable of mass destruction. Anyone?

They'll join the Marines also...
*wink, wink, nudge, nudge*

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@LokiLeo789 makes for a great revenge story after the golden fleece pirates break you out and we time skip.. Marxo and Xerxes will meet again as nemesis's ..if you can escape that is.

@Ira

Xerxes has how many nemisis, Anaru, Johney, that one new guy that just posted a Cs on page 29. Ya, Marxo got hinself a nemisis....he will look for you, and will find you, and will kill you.

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Xerxes

Location:

• Whats left of the Conomi Islands

Interacting:

• @Hillan
• @NachoBachoPacho
• @Dragonmancer
• @Pacifista
• @Ira

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"See, now your Ensign gets defensive, funny how that is." Xerxes proclaimed. He was in effect, 'stirring the pot', what did he care of Johnny's secret. Smoke man would have to live with the fact that Xerxes knew who he was, no matter how little it affected the rest if it was to be found out.

"This is for all of the men you killed!"

Xerxes paid no attention to the mans words, only if the Marine knew of the sheer number of people he had offended in just 4 years or so.

Suddenly, there was the most incredible, shocking impact one could ever imagine–equivalent with having a quarter stick of dynamite go off in your shirt pocket. Xerxes was instantly sent reeling. He felt as if he was thrown back a good 2-to-5 feet or more, as his legs gave out from under him. There was simultaneously, a feeling like a bomb went off INSIDE of his chest, and that of being jack-hammered through his chest wall–all of this, all at once. Then, everything seemed to go into slow motion, as undoubtedly, a large amount of adrenaline was released from his adrenal medulla, causing his central nervous system synapses to fire faster–like a high-speed camera, producing a slow motion effect.

As if he could see it, he felt the bullet ricochet around in his chest like a pinball, first penetrating his entire chest mass, fracture and bounce off his left scapula, hurl back through his chest again, fracture a rib, and then bounce back through, trace a path around another rib and dissolve. Feeling all of this, all at once, was equivalent roughly, to being shot three times or more, not to mention that waves of parenthesis (tingling) echoed and serged throughout his body.

Finally, laying on the ground in that room, only a good 30 seconds or so post-impact, he felt his lungs begin to squeeze, his breaths short and agonizingly painful. Every breath was a knife turning in his lung. Then, he began to loose his vision–like white-out erasing his visual field as he began to go into hypo-polemic shock.

Just as the pain began, it started to diminished somewhat, undoubtedly, to endorphin release, and the hardening if his chest muscles to stop the bleeding. The feeling of warm blood pouring down his shirt, and adding the pool of blood underneath his, sent his mind spiraling. The coppery, metallic taste of blood overwhelmed his palette as he began to laugh uncontrollably. He took an unusual pleasure in the pain blossoming in his chest.

He suddenly stopped when he heard Marxo. Da fuck. Xerxes thought to himself. Using his handcuffs, which was in front of him he pulled down his mask, genuinely surprised. "Thought you knew a guy." he chuckled looking at the marines around him, who were just as surprised. "Can you believe this Jackal?" he began as he burst out laughing. Whether Marxo was about to betray them or help them, it was the greatest double crossing scheme he had ever seen. He had been with Maxro for months and bam, he is a what? A marine. The pain in his chest was nothing compared to the unusual feeling of betrayal, it threw into a frenzy of blood lust and excitement.

"And I thought I was evil." he said dead serious.

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@Ira
So, after destroying 3 navy ships which he was told to, killed, mamed, and desesecrated and entire island, basically broke both his arms, and got shot in the chest. Xerxes gets double crossed by Marxo who is actually as Marine.....



Xerxes is offcially done.

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Me too. Its too bad Marxo had to kill Melany though.

@Ira

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[everyone] Secrets out .. Marxo's and undercover Marine...I had this planned since the beginning and was going to wait but you guys really pushed it

@Ira

What...

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And yet Smoker paralyzed Luffy with his weapon.

Good ol' Oda fuckery.

@Hillan

Maybe like, really early on, but one SMILE or whatever, he was fine when.hit with the Seastone tip, just a bit weakened.

Perfect Partners

Quami J. Prince

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Quami J. Prince

"I like low-maintenance girls, but at the same time, classy. She gotta take care of herself. But a girl who isn't afraid to get sweaty and play basketball ain't bad either. -Chris Brown

“Quote by someone, about your character”

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Basic Information

Name

Quami J. Prince

Nickname

J. Prince
JP
Jake Prince

G E N D E R

Male

A G E

19

S E X U A L I T Y

Heterosexual/Looking fo Ladies

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Home

Father

Unknown

Mother

Addie Prince

Siblings

N/A or Unknown

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Skills

Strengths

• Basketball: Quami is a skilled basketball player, often playing it for hours at a time during his his child hood, much to his mothers dismay.
• Hard Working: Quami will really give up on something if he puts his mind on something, making him remarkably tenacious.

Weaknesses

• Shoe Fetish: Quami will never be seen in anything other than Jordans, Addias, or Nikes, and would rather walk barefoot than be in anything else. Despite never being exactly privileged growing up, Quami feels that wearing shoes like theses gives off the appearance of good living.
• Potty Mouth: Quami curses 'alot' for an Ares kid. Sometimes he will find himself dropping f-bombs or female dogs when frustrated.
• Ladies Man: Quami ends up falling in love with girls that aren't related to him, so he finds himself flirting with alot of the women he sees, but he means no harm.

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Mannerisms

Likes

• Shoes
• Playing basketball
• Wandering the Streets/Exploring
• Snowy Days
• Proverbs or Sayings

Dislikes

• Overzealousness
• Presumptuousness
• The Overly Religious
• Stephen Curry
• People with tempers

Habits

• Nappy Hair: Quami will find himself constantly picking at his hair, even when its fine. He never leaves home without a pic, often leaving it in his hair for easy access.
• To Casual: Quami doesn't have a sense of appropriate attire during important events. In many cases, Quami will wear sweats to funerals, despite being told before hand not to do so.
• To Passionate: Quami gets a bit passionate durning a good game of basketball, can lead to all kinds of problems.

Hobbies

• Playing Basketball
• Attempting to make Music
• Hanging wit the ladies

Fears

• Talking about his father
• Getting 'crossed up'
• Having to be rejected by a girl he likes…alot
• His Grandmother
• Falling short of expectations
• Drowning: He has never experienced this before, but it seems to be and inherent feat.

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Digging Deeper

Personality

On the surface, he comes off as a rather silly and lighthearted person, frequently engaging in comical behavior and retaining his oft-present grin even while making threats. He displays a childlike amusement for new situations whether or not they prove adverse or even potentially fatal, he has a penchant for wandering off on his own. Even with all these idiosyncrasies, Quami is extremely personable and has a particularly complimentary nature that easily gains him the friendship and trust of those surrounding him.

Of course, these aspects hide the complex and determined young man underneath. On the reverse side of his frivolous nature is his considerable shrewdness, which makes him quite capable of reading people and situations. He is particularly observant, taking into consideration even the smallest details of his surroundings in order to better understand and deal with challenges and is not above using cheap tricks or questionable tactics to ensure his own survival. Being singularly ambitious, and also has a remarkably tenacious will that allows him to overcome seemingly insurmountable obstacles and accept burdens for the sake of his own goal. Quami has a considerable pride that will not stand for having his humanity or skills insulted or condemned by others, but Quami is also capable of shelving his pride if it becomes something that will stand in the way of his objective.

Quami is very protective of family and friends, refusing to allow any harm to come to them and often deem their safety more important than his own in spite of his own personal ambitions and goals. He has to be reminded several times that his own safety is something upon which many people depend and he uses his loved ones as his primary motivation when all hope seems lost. As such, he becomes furious when observing those who willingly or remorselessly cast aside their own comrades or brethren and is sickened by the idea of superiors who reject their duty to those who trust them to indulge in thier own personal pleasures.

History

Quami was born in the hustle and bustle of Brooklyn, New York. His childhood was fairly uneventful, but is what he considers the best years of his life. Most of his childhood was spent running around streets of his neighborhood with the other kids. Sometimes, Quami wouldn't come home till 11:00 at night, most likely just playing basketball at the park. Despite his mothers warnings to come home earlier and earlier, Quami played on, often coming home to 'spankings', at least until he turned 13 at which his mother no longer cared at that point.

Living on the streets, Quami experienced all kinds of things, drugs, sex and alcohol, but this was done one or twice and never done again. In the neighborhood that he resided in, living without a father was a normality, even a badge of honor that many of its resident children wore. Quami was the same, often boasting that he didn't even know his name, but on the inside, the crushing loneliness was always there, constantly gnawing on the edges of his consciousness.

Despite the ripples that went on underneath, Quami's life went on as normal, playing on the streets, coming him late, being scolded by his mother. Things began to change when his grandmother began to live with them when he turned 14. This development changed his life, no longer was he allowed to play outside as often under his grandmothers watch, who was a devout Seventh Day Adventists. Everytime he went out of line, he was beaten with a belt and called a little devil, which nurtured a hatred not for his grandmother, but for religion in general. He was constantly dragged every Sunday to church, but always found himself falling asleep during the sermons.

At age sixteen, for the first time in his life, information about his father came out. His grandmother, in a rage after he came home from a fight, accidentally told him that he was just like his father, "a man who's hands was soaked in blood'. After confronting his mother about it, she confessed, telling him that at one point, she had been a store clerk, that much he knew. She fell in love with a man soon after her career took off, and had to quit after Quami was born. In his life, he had done some bad things in his life.

Quami's mom did everything she could to allow for him to live comfortably, working jobs she hated, skipping meals, all so that they could share a crummy studio apartment. This was the definition of a normal childhood to him. His mom didn't take this opportunity to complain or criticize his father. In other words, his mom didn't present his childhood as abnormal, so Quami didn't perceive it as such.

Despite this, there was always unpredictable periods of loneliness, especially when he heard stories of other kids father's at school. Quami could never hate his father, but when growing up, trying to conjure an image of him would result in seeing a piece of furniture than anything else. His father meant little to him. You don't miss what you've never experienced.

At this point in his life he is usually found playing basketball, if he isn't messing with the ladies.

Theme Song

Origins – $wami
_{Channeling holy flows
Then spit a sermon
Vermin’s lurking
So I spend my time away
From earthlings
Martian with these flows
Universal tides I’m surfing
Magic with these bars
I’m spitting spells just like I’m Merlin}

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Extra Stuff

Ouami is an African-American man with coffee bean-brown skin that is free of blemishes. His deep-brown eyes can be described as black, but this is a common misconception. He sports a simplistic hairstyle, a small afro, often cutting it low in the summer months. Despite its simplicity, he seems to care for it more than himself at times, often picking it out when grown at ill opportune moments. Quami sports a shining smile, his white teeth protected by unusually full lips, for a man at least.

Standing straight at 6'0" and weighing over 185 pounds, Quami shows off the key traits of an Ares kid, tall and muscular. Despite being ragged on for his poor physical fitness, he is quite well-built, though he tends to stand with poor posture, slouching over.

The greatest and most important part of Quami's outfit is his shoes, often sporting expensive Jordans, Nikes, or Addias. He is rarely seen wearing any other brand, and is often seen cleaning them when he isn't messing with his hair. Besides is unusual shoe fetish, all other brands are fair game. Quami will be usually seen wearing casual clothing such as sweats and a t-shirt. Unfortunately, he finds himself addicted to the comfort that it provides, and will often wear such clothes to the worst of events. An example of this is a time when he wore joggers and a plain grey t-shirt to his aunts wedding. After that incident, he didn't see the light of day for a whole week. On a serious note, when Quami needs to dress respectablely, he can be seen in a red hoody with a clean white t-shirt, blue slim-fit jeans, and his staple red and white Jordans, he strives to match.