Sloth

Star Wars - Jedi Exile - Knights of the Last Republic

Arkanian, Unifying Force believin', Niman usin', Technologically smart Padawan should be up within the week. Just figured I'd let Sep know so he doesn't stare at me judgingly.

Dark Cloud Pirates (One Piece RP-Always accepting)

Dammit @j8cob, having Sylas do things Cris was going to do! Namely crying melodramatically when his poor ship got exploded by a cannonball. There's only room for one eccentric overemotional anime boy on this crew!

Bleach: Soul Extinction (Reboot)

(Planning to make a lieutenant considering all Captains are taken)

@Blackbeard

About that; I think I'm going to regretfully back out of the game due to a combination of previous obligations and lack of time. I'll keep an eye on this if I can, but regardless, I wish you all the best with it.

Maximum Comics: Dawn of Justice | REBRANDING - PLEASE STAY TUNED

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Ahem, these two dashing gentlemen would like a word with you.



@Natty

@Morden Man

Sloth's Sporadic Sheet Storage System

Name: Boez Cris

Age: 19
- Height & Weight: 5'11", 135 lbs (180 cm, 61 kg.)

Crew Position: Soon-to-be Musician

Place of Origin: Chantant Island, West Blue

Personality: Eccentric and emotional, Boez Cris is known for being a particularly melodramatic young man with a first-rate flair for pomp and drama. He always strives to be the most interesting man in the room, making it easy to spot him in a crowd by looks and sound alone. When he isn't being written off as a liar, Cris is a silver-tongued devil capable of charming himself out of an execution. Or at least, he likes to think he is. He always strives to amaze those around him with grand feats of strength or compassion, and with time, he'll build himself into a legend the likes of which haven't been seen since Gold Roger, or die trying.

History: Born to unassuming parents on Chantant Island in the West Blue, Boez Cris had a relatively stable upbringing. From a young age he showed both great interest and incredible skill in the musical arts. From singing, to the harp, to the piano, Cris naturally took to any instrument he touched. Around the age of five, he picked up his first guitar at a local tavern. He loved the sound so much that he abandoned all other instruments and focused solely on the six-stringed hunk of wood.

His prodigious talent with musical instruments and vocal orating and natural charm made Cris quite the popular young lad with the ladies on his home island. One night, when he was performing at the local watering hole that had essentially become his second home, Cris' eye caught an unnaturally beautiful young woman who's name turned out to be Reid Marianne. After a night of passion, Cris found himself in the odd predicament of waking up in the nude to see a number of muskets aimed at him with an angry father (that, he was used to) yelling at the top of his lungs. Wishing his companions farewell and leaping from the second story window, Cris managed to escape his pursuers by stowing away on a commercial trading ship. Thus began the legendary tale of the Scourge of the West Blue!

Slowly but surely, Cris began to etch out his own story across the West Blue; such as when he managed to swindle a drunken pirate captain out of not only a sizable amount of Berries, but a devil fruit that Cris subsequently ate and discovered was the all too fitting Sound-Sound Fruit, though his encounter with the sobered captain the next morning was less than pleasant, as it resulted in the destruction of the tavern he had become a patron of, which resulted in him once again being run out of an Island, though this time he did manage to secure passage to a nearby Island on a transport vessel.

It was here, on Bairin Island, that Cris first became aware of his outstanding bounty, as only a week or so into his stay on the island, he was approached by a group of rough and tumble looking fellows that claimed to be professional bounty hunters. The ensuing scuffle resulted in a dead chicken, several burst eardrums, some poor woman losing her clothing, and a rather furious cabbage merchant. Once again, Boez Cris made a spirited escape by taking advantage of some poor sod's inability to guard his vessel! Yes, it was a magnificent day when Boez Cris, the greatest pirate to ever sail the West Blue, set sail from port in the Lady Luv, the damnedest dinghy you ever did see.

Sadly enough, Cris had the misfortune of landing on an island that functioned essentially as a rather large marine base. Though he managed to stay anonymous for a few days with clever disguises and a penchant for stealth, he was eventually caught with his hand around a mug by a stuffier pair of marines in the local watering hole. Half-drunk, Cris was halfway to jail before one of his captors spoke up about the bounty on his head. Realizing that he wasn't in for just a night of sobering up in a cell, Cris managed to take one of his new-found acquaintances hostage before alarm bells rang throughout the village. His fourth escape in almost a year, Boez Cris has once more set out to find his destiny, and hopefully an island without any bounty hunters or marines. And maybe some good beer. Considering he doesn't know spit about navigating, Cris has done a surprisingly good job making his way towards the Grand Line. The bad part? He doesn't know he's heading towards the Grand Line

Devil Fruit: Paramecia, Oto-Oto no Mi (Sound-Sound Fruit)

Fighting style: True to the name of his Devil Fruit, Cris' method of combat involves producing and manipulating sound-waves for a number of purposes, from amplifying the sound of his voice or guitar to such an extent that it can almost destroy a friend, or foe's, eardrums to simply hitting someone over the head with a guitar and sending them flying with the ensuing "sonic boom". As he's only been a Devil Fruit user for about a month, Cris has yet to fully gauge his abilities and just what he can do with them. Why he thinks he's ready to enter the Grand Line is anyone's guess.

Cris is also able to utilize his devil fruit powers outside of combat for a number of reasons. Most notably, Cris is able to mimic any sound he has heard though either his voice or his guitar. This can cause comedic effects when Cris can essentially act as a one man band by playing his guitar in such a way that it sounds like an entire ensemble with a female singing voice coming seemingly from nowhere. He has also shown the ability to 'throw' his voice across an unspecified distance in order to communicate with others that are out of earshot. The drawback to this, however, is that the other party has no way to communicate with him.

Cris is currently unable to use any form of Haki, as he has been pirating for the paltry length of about two and a half months.

Bounty: 3,519,000 for the following crimes:

• Deflowering the daughter of a World Noble (Chantant Island)
• Numerous counts of Underage Drinking (Various Islands across the West Blue)
• Destruction of Public Property (Hapu Island)
• Commandeering a private vessel in the form of a dinghy (Bairin Island)
• Evading Capture at Gita Island

Star Wars - Jedi Exile - Knights of the Last Republic

Species: Cathar

@Hexaflexagon

Oh....

Well, there's still hope for the legendary Gungan Padawan, Tar Tel Breen!

Maximum Comics: Dawn of Justice | REBRANDING - PLEASE STAY TUNED

Relatively short post is aweigh. I should probably get to sleep now before my sinuses kill me.

Maximum Comics: Dawn of Justice | REBRANDING - PLEASE STAY TUNED

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March 20th, 2005

University of Gotham, Botanical Gardens (11:50 PM)

What had started as an average, everyday night of robbers and gangsters had turned into a rather uncomfortable game of cat and mouse, or maybe you could call it 'Bird and Worm'? That's certainly the most of what one Dick Grayson thought of the good Doctor Jason Woodrue at that exact moment. The man in question had not only woken up pretty much every college student in the area when they'd much rather spend their time sleeping, but had the nerve to be an anti-metahuman supremacist. One thing was certainly still true about humanity, and that's that they feared what they didn't understand. That, or they just really liked persecuting each other.

"I know you're out there! I said stay back!" fear was evident in Woodrue's voice, as if his frantically darting his eyes back and forth between trees, vines, and other flora didn't make it obvious enough. The Boy Wonder was far more focused on the distressed redheaded teenager he was holding to his person with a syringe at her neck.

"What kind of monster drags students out of bed at this hour?"

"This filth doesn't deserve to live." The Doctor had practically jumped out of his skin when he realized that he'd backed himself against the wall of the gardens' central chamber and was now faced with a recently-emerged-from-the-shadows, domino mask wearing vigilante only a few yards in front of him.

"I'd let the girl go if I were you, Doctor."

"Really, and why's that, huh?

Before the Boy Wonder had an opportunity to respond, his eyes widened when the Doctor's captive bit down on her captor's hand. Hard. Jason Woodrue let out a shriek of pain and the university student only managed to get a few steps away from him before he leapt upon her. The hall was filled with the two's screams for roughly three seconds before the echo of a fist connecting with a man's jaw. Then there was an eerie quiet only broken by the newly freed hostage's sobs. First things first, Robin made sure to zip-cuff what he hoped would be his last catch of the night before reaching his hand out to his female elder.

"Did he hurt you?" Dick was met with his rescuee squirming away from him and burying her face in her sleeves.

"I...I don't think so." the girl choked through tears.

"Don't worry, you're going to be okay. Can you tell me your name?"

"P-Pamela."

"Well Pamela, let me get you out of here."

"Who are you?"

"Robin. Resident Boy Wonder."

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Only halfway to the exit of the building, Pamela suddenly collapsed to the ground, and Dick couldn't exactly say he knew what to do when the plants around them seemed to react before he did. Leaves fluttered, vines seemed to snake toward them, and the aroma of a thousand different varieties of sap and toxins bombarded Dick's sinuses before Pamela had so much as cried out in pain. It was one of the most surreal experiences Dick could say he had seen in his relatively short career as a vigilante, and there was only one thought that filled his head when he saw what appeared to be a root sprout from Pamela's leg.

"That can't be good."

Maximum Comics: Dawn of Justice | REBRANDING - PLEASE STAY TUNED

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@Gowi

Batman doing Batman things.

Star Wars - Jedi Exile - Knights of the Last Republic

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As long as (If you're a male) you have that Devaronian temper under control ;)

@Sep

So you're saying an irritable Cathar Knight is a no go?