Pacifista

It begins with a map....

Roan scratched his head at Glenn’s proclamation of his life’s savings. He figured a farmer wouldn’t have much more that that though. Doing some math in his head, he said, “That should get us what we need...” He added mentally, And I can just get what I want myself. Throwing his apple into the air and catching it without touching the parts he’d taken bites of, he said, “Alright, sounds like a plan. No sense in leaving without saying bye to your folks.” He paused suddenly for a moment, before heading to the door, quickly stuffing his face with the rest of his apple. Exiting the house, he tossed the core aside. Looking down the hill, he saw the rest of Noarun. Looking to the outskirts, he saw some fields, fit enough for livestock. Taking a guess, Roan took few steps in that direction, before wondering why he was heading that way. Then he realized he didn’t exactly to want Glenn ditch him and take the map and money. Not that he seemed like the type to do it, but still, things happened. Maybe he could bum a less useless knife off them or something...

As they walked, Roan added, “Oh yeah, fair warning, it's a little far. Might take more than a couple days." Mentioning the map again also made him consider trying to find a more detailed one somewhere, to try and get a better bead on where they were headed, and get there easier.

It begins with a map....

After rolling up the parchment, Roan took yet another bite of his apple as Glenn asked a few questions. Noticing the hulk eyeing the map, Roan handed it back (though a tad reluctantly) . The thought of monsters didn’t sit well with him, but the risk could have very well been worth the reward. Roan had his moments of insight, and figured that it would be best not to rush into things. He thought of perhaps snatching the map and leaving Glenn, but his size was too notable an asset to ignore, and he didn’t seem to despise Roan yet, so that was a plus.

“Could be monsters, maybe there, maybe on the way. Bandits are always something to worry about too,” Roan warned. Thinking on it a bit harder, he finally said, “Well, since you seem all for it, I say we go at it. Worth a shot at least.” Turning his head, Roan muttered to himself, “Not that I have much better to do...” Clearing his throat, he said, “But traveling and adventuring isn’t all fun and games. We’re going to need supplies. Unfortunately, I have nothing, so unless you have money saved up you’re willing to invest, we’re going to have to, er, acquire some funds. You’re a local: you wouldn’t happen to have a list of the five wealthiest houses in town lying around, would you?”

Taking another bite of his apple, Roan took a look at the bookshelf, not seeing anything but books. Turning his ears elsewhere, he guessed most of the rest of the notable objects in the house were in the greedy paws of others, but he’d be willing to give it another look if he could get some alone time. Being something of a private person, he didn’t like people watching him work.

It begins with a map....

“It’s a shame really, a damn shame. Such a long historied life, and I barely even knew the man! Such regret...”

But regret was the last thing the moping youth was feeling right now. He held his hands over his pale blue eyes as he pretended to weep as the small funeral wound down, his worn sandals keeping out of the dirt of the small cemetery. He was lightly dressed, wearing only a ratty pair of brown shirts that went to his knees and a loose, tan vest. As those who had been at the funeral began to head to the old man’s small, lonesome house, the boy casually followed, eyes unsalted by tears, scratching at his short black hair.

He was no fool: even though he’d just blown into town, he happened to hear what was going on: to die heirless and without a will in a town this size meant his possessions were up for grabs. He wasn’t dumb enough to pretend he was related to the old man: the timing would be far too coincidental for any but an idiot to believe him. He just planned to take what he could from the house and be on his way. He lightly rubbed his stomach, trying to remember the last time he’d eaten something he hadn’t found on the ground.

Slipping into the house, he could hear the clatter of some of the random townfolk shuffling through, taking whatever they desired. The boy went to one of the empty rooms: the kitchen. Going through the cabinets and pantry, it wasn’t as well stocked as he’d hoped. He did find a small, stale loaf of bread with a bit of mold on it stuffed away into the corners of one of the cabinets, and a lightly bruised apple as well. Most of the other stuff required preparation, and the boy wasn’t in the mood. Taking out a dull, chipped knife, he cut at the bread, taking off the moldy bits, devouring the rest easily, his hunger making the stale bread easy to swallow. Already feeling a bit of relief at getting something in his stomach, he wiped the red apple on his vest before taking a large bite. As he chewed, he moved into the other room, wanting to look around a bit more.

Before he could go far, he heard a voice ask him, “What’s this?” Looking around, he saw another boy, but to call him a boy was a tad misleading. The street rat was dwarfed by the local. The wanderer noticed the large book in his hand, and the bookshelf nearby, guessing the old man was studious. Swiping the paper from Glenn, he looked over it, swallowing his food in surprise as he saw what it was. He coughed for a moment, trying not to choke, before he looked over it again in wonder.

Clearing his throat, he grinned at Glenn, explaining, “Looks to me like a map! Of the whole kingdom of Boroden by the looks of it, and a little beyond it too.” He tapped his finger on the map, pointing at the word within the borders of the shape displayed. He continued, lowering his tone, “No cities marked though...but that ‘X’? Oh, you know that’s got to be important. You thinking treasure? I’m thinking treasure.” In the back of his mind, he wasn’t sure about telling this stranger all his thoughts, but he didn’t seem to be the sharpest sword in the armory, plus he was the size of a brick house...the street rat could work with that.

Rolling up the map, the boy greeted, “What’s your name pal? You can call me Roan.”

It begins with a map....

Neat! That was quick, and I certainly don't mind.

I'll probably post tomorrow. For today though, I'm probably going to jot out some things to get a better picture of my character. I'll do a sheet if you want, but I kind of like the idea of going without, having our characters discover more about each other as they travel and such.

Treasure map... 1x1 Casual Int Check

This seems like it could be pretty neat! I just sort of imagine two youths leaving town to go on an adventure and end up getting embroiled in all kinds of harrowing shenanigans and plots far bigger than them. So, you can count me in!

Right now, I'm thinking kind of a roguish type, a little smarmy prick to go with a dense brute.

Neon Genesis Evangelion: The Second Coming

Unit-01 is still unoccupied! And it has someones soul in it, go nuts!

Though if you'd rather, I'd be willing to edit that bit out of Nanami's backstory, it was just a reference falling in line with ice's sheets.

One Piece: Seeking Freedom (1x1, Pacifista and Hillan)

The Cook

Name: Gerolf Flannel
Epithet and other Names or Aliases: None
Age: 44
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Crew Position: Cook

Appearance: Average in height, but a bit broad, Gerolf works to be quite fit for his age. His medium length platinum blonde hair is pulled back, hanging behind his shoulders down to the edge of his neck, two locks braided. His eyes are eternally covered by a pair of sunglasses, be it rain or darkness, the exact color remaining a mystery to everyone. He keeps himself well shaven to appear a bit younger, but he has a few wrinkles here or there. There’s also a scar on his forehead. He wears a blue coat with a pointed collar over a black shirt, with black gloves and brown pants. Around his belt loop is his kitchen knife, which he never uses in a fight. In the kitchen, he ditches his coat and gloves for an apron. He has a few burn scars on his hands.

Personality: With a heart full of adventure lust, Gerolf acts much younger than he looks. He tries to find enjoyment in the little things, typically smiling jovially. He’ll try anything once. He is a bit hasty, as if life were on a timer. Well, it is, as is everyone’s, but he seems to take it a bit seriously. He can come off as a tough guy, but he has fears like anyone: heights, spiders, snakes, bees, windmills... Despite his occasionally cowardice and recklessness, he has an eye for fine food and drink, along with the ingredients for them. He can also appreciate good craftsmanship in anything. He tends to be touchy, using all of his senses, though he has the decency to be a bit less so regarding people, as touching or sniffing them tends to be rude.

Backstory: Hailing from a chilly island near the South Pole called Cartawa, Gerolf lived a quiet life. He always helped around the house, his father being a glassblower and his mother working at a restaurant. He found a particular love of cooking, and upon mastering the basics, began to challenge what he’d learned, trying new things. Many times, he’d failed: the basics were the basics for a reason. But he never gave up, eventually mastering his unusual cooking style. However, a few failures her or there made him desire to broaden his horizons, and he began studying chemistry. There, he found another world of mixtures and combinations, for the purpose of practicality rather than taste.

As he grew, he learned from his father’s trade as well, though he had another apprentice. The ability to blow his own glass allowed him to make lengths in his chemistry, as glass was perfect: resistant to most liquids and impermeable, if brittle. But the ability to make his own apparatuses allowed him to do more. He spent years developing his cooking and chemistry, being careful not to mix the two (he had to buy a new stove once. He doesn’t like to talk about why). He got married to a local village girl named Jaqueline, found his own place, and lived peacefully. His friends moved on, going on adventures or joining the Marines, leaving Cartawa behind. Things were quiet: he lived day to day, making a living off his potions, glass, or food. His wife tended the house, unable to bear children, as they discovered. After that period of depression, they simply decided to live and be happy.

But tragedy doesn’t need out outside hand. Jaqueline Flannel passed away, suddenly but surely. Gerolf thought it was just a normal, typical cold, but awoke to find her no longer breathing. After the funeral, he remembered that life was short. He thought about his own: he was content, living well. But what of it? What was he? He was a bit notable among the populace for his eccentricity, sure, but was that all he was going to be for the rest of his life? An oddity to be remembered fondly after death? Men much younger than him had made endless waves in the rest of the world, and he was just going to die, be remembered for a few years, than be nothing but a name on a tombstone next to his wife. He couldn’t bear that thought, the cold truth, his fragile humanity. Even if he lived to a ripe old age, he was already roughly at the middle point in his life span. To him, whose worst injury had been a few burns, it was like having one of his feet in the grave already.

Taking his things in a bag, he took his leave of Cartawa. With the death of Roger, his course was plotted for him: he’d become a pirate! At the next island, he bought a parrot, a bicorn, and a hook for his hand. The parrot flew away, the hook fell into the ocean, and he lost the bicorn, but it didn’t hinder him. It was probably for the best anyway. He figured that he’d hire his services out to a pirate crew instead: being a captain was not his style. On the sea, the services of a cook were highly desired, especially a good one. Gerolf found a bit of trouble at first, until he learned that it was best to neither show nor tell when it came to his dishes. He moved from crew to crew, getting in some scrapes, adapting his chemistry to combat. Eventually, he made his way to the Grand Line, where countless adventures awaited him. As he traveled, he realized he wanted to go to every island: each one was so unique and interesting! He was also able to expand his knowledge with the plants of the Grand Line, making more daring cooking and more potent potions.

However, more recently, he ran into a scrape of trouble on Meldion Island, in the Capital city of Malodi. After having had a falling out with his old crew (and making a note to ask his later crews if they had allergies tor aversions too Ripjaw Boar blood). To find a new one, he set up a stall and started cooking, earning customers, chatting it up with any pirates that happened by. Unfortunately for him the Emperor himself happened to be strolling by in his entourage, caught whiff of something good, and ordered something to go. As it turned out, the ones who examined the paranoid man’s food believed Sea King liver extract to be poisonous, and Gerolf was ordered to be imprisoned for attempting to assassinate the ruler of Meldion. He tried to escape, but failed, and incurred more charges for attempting escape, property damage, and interrupting traffic. However, he is not the only prisoner of Capital Malodi...

Ambition: Gerolf wishes to discover and brew the Elixir of Life, transcending mortality. He only wishes to die after he has seen all that life has to offer him, which would take much more than one lifetime. He’s heard rumors in his travels on the Grand Line, but rumors are only rumors.

Fighting Style: Gerolf is a chemist, able to brew a number of dangerous concoctions with the right herbs and apparatuses. His most method of fighting is throwing a number of glass bottles, each one containing one of his concoctions. He’s not particularly strong, but he can throw a sturdy punch, so he’s not completely useless without his potions, just mostly useless.

Notable Equipment: Gerolf keeps his potion making gear in his case, his kitchen knife in a sheath on his belt, and his battle ready potions in loops in his coat, to take when required. He has a number of different types.

Burst Potion – His standard potion. When this liquid encounters air, it combusts and expands rapidly, exploding. He achieves this by throwing the bottle, letting it shatter. The glass shards pushed by the force of the exploding potion can also be dangerous.

Stick Potion – This liquid, when dry, acts like an adhesive. It dries fairly quickly, usually a few seconds. It is pretty strong, taking a few seconds to break free depending on circumstance.

Slick Potion – The opposite of the Stick Potion, the liquid spreads around a surface, making it quite hard to find traction. It has an interesting reaction with the Stick Potion: they effectively nullify each other. If, say, Gerolf mistakenly got himself stuck in his Stick Potion, he could free himself with a Slick Potion if he could reach one.

Incendiary Potion – A mixture of oil and Burst Potion, when the glass of this one breaks, the Burst Potion lights the oil on fire, spreading it. It can be quite dangerous to both foe and user. It usually burns itself out unless it catches onto more fuel.

Smokescreen Potion – When this potion is burst, the liquids react with air, expanding into a cloud of smoke. Good for getaways, but not so much in windy situations.

Rebound Potion – One of Gerolf’s arsenal only brewable with Grand Line plants. After spreading some on a surface, it rejects foreign matter, almost bouncing it away. It reacts by force: running into it means bouncing away, but touching it lightly wouldn’t cause any problems. It does have its problems: it’s a bit unpredictable, the bounces and ricochets being impossible to judge, and there is a point where it begins to break down based on how much force it’s taken and how long it’s been in contact with air. It has several uses: gerolf can use it for mobility, covering a surface and jumping to higher places, or keeping himself from splattering after a fall. He can also use it to trip up pursuers or foes: suddenly being tossed into the air is quite disorienting. If he’s feeling particularly daring, he can coat himself in it, but turning oneself into a pinball is usually something one would regret later...

Cryo Potion – Another Grand Line result, this potion, upon contact with air, cools rapidly. It can be similar to the Stick Potion in usage, but it has the added effect of its cold, which cause more trouble for living things, and can make other object more brittle. Either way, it tends to melt depending on weather.

Beyond those, there is a whole subset of chemistry involving potions that affect the user, but Gerolf doesn’t dabble in them, as using both styles might result in catastrophic accidents, such as throwing a useless Strength Enhancement Potion, or drinking a deadly Incendiary Potion.

Devil Fruit: None.

Skills: Gerolf is a good cook, though his food might be unusual, as he occasionally slips in a weird ingredient, trying to experiment. He is also good at brewing potions, and might be able to make medicine with a doctor overseeing him. With the proper equipment, he can also blow glass, making his own bottles in specific shapes if desired, along with other things if he has the reason.

One Piece: Seeking Freedom (1x1, Pacifista and Hillan)

And then we'll put the characters here when we finish them.

Neon Genesis Evangelion: The Second Coming

I'd be fine with just one more! o:

(Not my call though)

Neon Genesis Evangelion: The Second Coming

The First Child

Name: Nanami Gyoshiro
Nickname(s): Nana
Number: The First Child
Age: 14 and three months

Appearance: Standing at an average height of 5’5’’, Nanami seems to lack in physical presence. Her body is fairly petite and unmarred. Her skin is light and fair. Her pale blue, almost white hair hangs to past her shoulders naturally, though she sometimes styles it, trying the part behind her ears into a short tail. Her unfocused eyes are an unusual shade of red. She typically wears her school uniform, having very little in the way of casual clothing. Her plugsuit is mostly dark gray, with the part covering her forearms and most of her legs being a pale purple color.

Personality: After speaking to Nanami for some time, it wouldn’t be unusual to think something is a little ‘off’, but it might be difficult to place what, exactly. While her words tend to be serious, whenever she acts otherwise, it begins to sound less sincere, as if she’s pretending. There are also instances when she reacts oddly, or not at all.

Having spent her life at NERV, she is loyal to the personnel , particularly the higher ups, accepting orders and words as truth with little hesitation. Once trust is earned, her loyalty is as well. Frighteningly, she has something of a wrathful side. She doesn’t often act on it, but those who know of it know to be wary regardless.

Major Flaw: Nanami, though not unintelligent, sometimes has difficulty sorting truth and lies. In combat, misinformation, mistakes, and tricks are generally accepted unless she has time to sort through it. Out of combat, her gullibility might be even more of a problem due to NERVs enemies. If it were to be taken advantage of, major problems could easily arise.

Opinions on the Evangelions: Nanami has much familiarity with them. She lacks fear or hesitance when piloting one. She might even be more in tune with them than humans, but she isn’t very forthcoming with her thoughts on that.

Relationships With Other Current Characters: (To be filled out fully later)

History: To be revealed IC. What is commonly known among NERV, however, is that Nanami has been with NERV for some time as the pilot of 00, taking part in many tests and experiments to learn more about EVA. Outside of NERV, she is simply a mysterious student...

Unit Number: 00
Unit Nickname: None, though it is considered the Protoype EVA
Appearance: A standard model with sleek armor. It’s limbs are black, and its torso white. It’s head is fairly round, marked by two gold visual receptors.
Preferred Combat Style: The Prototype, 00 was made to be able to test a number of weapons and modules. It is typically modded for mid to long range combat: rifles predominately, but it can be reconfigured in hours if the situation requires it.
Preferred Weaponry: Prog knife, pallet rifle
Integral Weaponry: Prog knife, though it’s possible it may later be outfitted with prototype weaponry to test it.
Unit Notes: The first successful EVA did not actually see use until Nanami began testing, with Unit 01 being used in the first attempt at activating EVA. Of all the EVAs, it has likely seen the most use however, being used in both the development of weapons and mobility equipment, along with Nanami’s training. Its modifiability comes with a bit of a drawback, however: it needs more maintenance than more modern models. Because of stupid Shinji, of course.