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One Piece: The Sea Reaver Pirates Reborn

Handel Haydn Hallelujah

"The symphony of the Marines is one of discord. The opus must be scrapped and re-written."

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Personal Information

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_Name:

Handel Haydn Hallelujah

_Epithet:

The Fiddler Crab

_Race:

Human

_Gender:

Female

_{Blood Type:}

S

_Age:

27

_Height:

5'6"

_Weight:

115lbs

_{Role In Crew:}

Engineer

_Bounty:

60,000,000

_Dream:

Find like-minded marines to reform the world government from the inside, or revolt if necessary.

_{Appearance Details:}

Replace the lab coat with an over-the-shoulder marine jacket.

_Personality:

Handel comes off as a stoic, space-case sociopath. Few things seem to faze her, she often behaves like she has forgotten where she is or what she’s doing, and she only seems to take enjoyment from a successful experiment, solving a stubborn problem, or outsmarting an opponent. She knows that most civilians and marines have low intelligence, and assumes that most pirates are the same, and having this assumption proven again and again has resulted in a natural air of aloofness and condescension. Still, if she cannot discuss science, at least she is willing to discuss philosophy, and can get along with rationalists and romanticists alike, so long as they are able to think critically about their worldview while remaining principled and maintaining a consistent ethos. The easiest way to break her stoic facade is to lean hard into incompetence.

_Biography:

Born to a rich family in West Blue famed for the production of musical instruments and musical talent, Handel did not want for anything growing up. However, generations of tradition had devolved into a strict dogma; the males of the family became craftsmen and maestros, while the females became singers and songwriters. Handel had always had an interest in the craft that went into creating instruments, but what made matters worse was that Handel couldn’t sing to save her life, and had no musical sense, being incapable of writing emotionally rousing pieces of music.

Eventually she snapped and broke with tradition entirely, running away from home and applying to become a marine. Noticing her intelligence, Handel’s commanding officer suggested she go through officer training and find a scholastic specialization. Handel soon found that she not only had the knack for tactics and worked her way up to the rank of commander, where she supported her captain with brilliant strategies against disorganized pirates.

Before she continued up the chain of command, she was scouted by Cipher Pol, and joined CP1 as a weapons researcher and intelligence officer. Using her background in musical instruments, Handel found many ways to weaponize vibrations, and she was eventually relocated to Impel Down where she had plenty of research subjects to test her toys on. If she wasn’t torturing prisoners for science, she was on covert missions, carrying out extrajudicial killings or offering tactical support to maintain law and order.

Feeling like she had ‘made it’, she wrote home to tell her family of her success. Her closest brother came to visit her at the prison island, but his melancholy smile and the words left unspoken revealed an uncomfortable distance. Before he left, he crafted a music box for Handel and told her to listen to it in private after he had gone. When she did, the music spoke of her complacency, the cruel individual she had become, and the suffering she had caused. Her brother lamented the loss of the innocent sister he once knew and how she had traded one oppressive dogma for another, and the realization broke Handel.

Handel did what she had done the last time she felt trapped by a system that sought to control her; she slipped away in darkness, but not before destroying all records of her work that were within her reach. Handel wandered the ocean, contemplating what she could do to atone for what she had done until one day she resolved to break the world government as a pirate and joined the Sea Reavers. She started out as a musician, but her true talents soon became known, and she became a weapons engineer for the pirate fleet, as well as a tactician and capable combatant. However, the Honorstar Garrison Raid truly strained her abilities and in the face of imminent defeat, retreat was the only sound option. Retreat and regroup.

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Combat Information

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_{Combat Role:}

Swordsman

_{Rokushiki Prowess:}

• Geppo - Mastered
• Soru - Mastered
• Kami-e - Mastered
• Shigan - Unmastered, current technique: Tool-Assisted Shigan (TAS)
• Tekkai - Unmastered, current technique: Instrumental Guard, Tekkai (IGT)
• Rankyaku - Unmastered, future technique: Rankyaku, Tool-Assisted (RTA)
• Rokuogan - Unmastered

_{Physical Capabilities:}

• Known Frequencies: Through experience and experimentation, Handel has learned the frequencies at which common rigid materials shatter. Those materials are: wood, iron, steel, stone, and bone (frequency accounts for distortion caused by intervening flesh).
• Harmonic Dowsing: However, the frequency at which an object harmonizes is highly dependent on shape, so the known frequencies are approximations. Handel has a technique for triangulating the correct frequency of an individual object. She has to strike the object with her blade vibrating at a certain frequency, the sound of the impact and the changes it makes to the vibrating blade is then remembered. If she can successfully do this with three different frequencies, she can dowse the exact harmonic properties of the object she is striking. For completely unknown or foreign materials, Handel will need to dowse at least five times.
• Incredible Hearing: Handel’s hearing is so impressive that she has trained herself to acquire the ability to echolocate and has been able to fool the ignorant into believing that she has Kenbunshoku Haki (she does not). It is incredibly difficult to sneak up on her, she has perfect pitch, can easily recognize and remember people’s voices, and can tell similar sounds apart (ie. cannon shot versus exploding powder keg).

_{Fighting Style:}

Rokushiki, Sword-and-Shield Style, Area-Control, Traps, Versatile Tool Use, Sneak Attacks, Defense Penetration

Because Handel’s combat involves wielding a cumbersome musical instrument, she essentially has two modes: fast and unarmed, or immobile and armed. Without her double bass, Handel can use Soru to dash around, Geppo to jump through the air, and Kami-e to avoid damage, but otherwise has limited offensive options. Armed with her double bass, Handel cannot use Soru, Geppo, or Kami-e, and because Handel has relatively low physical strength, she has not yet mastered the offensive and defensive skills: Shigan, Rankyaku, and Tekkai, instead relying on her items to assist her in mimicking Shigan and Tekkai. She will eventually develop a way to mimic Rankyaku, which she will be able to use without her double bass, giving her fast mode offensive capabilities. It is unlikely that Handel will ever master all six Rokushiki, so she will never attain Rokuogan, though she may find a way to mimic it with sonic shockwaves.

_Equipment:

• String Yataghan: A bass bow with a forward curving blade on the spine, when the bow is drawn along the strings of the Bass Shield, the String Yataghan can be induced to carry a frequency that harmonizes with and shatters specific rigid materials, allowing it to slice through many things quite effectively. If used to stab an opponent, Handel refers to the attack as Tool-Assisted Shigan: Treble.
• Bass Shield: A double bass with a steel-plated back, it is primarily held by the neck in front of Handel with the back facing the enemy as a shield. When the bow of the String Yataghan is drawn along the strings of the Bass Shield, the spike at the bottom of the bass can be induced to carry a frequency that harmonizes with and shatters specific rigid materials, which Handel can use to drive into opponents with surprising ease, an attack she refers to as Tool-Assisted Shigan: Bass. By driving the bass’s spike into the ground and using a weaker form of Tekkai to stiffen a few key points in her body, Handel can hold the shield quite steady and make it shrug off forces that would otherwise send it flying, a technique she refers to as Instrumental Guard, Tekkai.
• The Spiral Choir: Essentially a massive collection of Den Den Mushi that have been trained to project sustained, pure tones on command, Handel leaves these Den Den Mushi in specific patterns and arrangements to harmonize and create cymatic zones that increase the effectiveness of her sonic attacks exponentially. They can also be commanded to generate disruptive and disorienting noise, or mimic voices to confuse enemy communication. Handel also uses them to eavesdrop, intercept other Den Den Mushi signals, and perform long-range assassinations using her special technique. By calling someone via Den Den Mushi, she begins speaking very quietly to prompt the victim to put their ear as close to the Den Den Mushi’s mouth as possible. She then plays a very loud, very piercing sound that has been reported to kill lesser foes, put slightly stronger foes into short-term comas, or stun very powerful foes. This attack is called Den Den Requiem.
• Harmonica Chaps (future gear): By strapping large harmonicas to her thighs and calves, sound is generated when Handel swings her legs quickly. This will allow her to eventually develop Rankyaku: Tool-Assisted, giving her the ability to throw out sonic blades with every kick. Slides on the harmonicas can be adjusted to alter the frequency, giving her rankyaku blades different properties. By combining Geppo, Soru, and Rankyaku, Tool-Assisted, Handel can blast through the air and create a literal sonic boom.

_{Special Techniques:}

• Tool-Assisted Shigan: Treble
• Tool-Assisted Shigan: Bass
• Instrumental Guard, Tekkai
• Den Den Requiem
• Rankyaku: Tool-Assisted (skill not yet developed)

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Miscellaneous Information

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_Trivia:

• Handel’s ‘mimicked’ rokushiki techniques use acronyms from the video game speedrunning community, TAS is Tool-Assisted Speedrun/Superplay, RTA is Real Time Attack, IGT is In-Game Timer. Though not speedrunning-related and not a mimicked rokushiki technique, Den Den Requiem shares an acronym with Dance Dance Revolution, a music/rhythm video game.
• Handel’s favorite food is raw fish.

One Piece: The Sea Reaver Pirates Reborn

What do you guys think about me making a Discord server for this? I can always put one together if enough of you want it.

@AdmrlStalfos19

Discord might be a good idea.

One Piece: The Sea Reaver Pirates Reborn

I'll toss my interest in here. I think I may have been part of a previous iteration.

Infactorium: A New 4Xpansion (Overlord RP) [DISCONTINUED]

During the week, Gammaton personally wandered into Anzelgard in an attempt to understand the beings she had resolved to surpass. With her disguise, she went by the name of Vanessa the Alchemist. Using her knowledge gained from consuming Szilard's brain, Gammaton was able to give a decent enough foreign backstory as to avoid scrutiny. 'Vanessa' quickly formed a 'friendship' with the blacksmith, Cormac, giving her a place to go and have an intelligent conversation when she was tired of observing the citizenry. She peddled simple potions for competitive prices, striking up conversations with her customers and analyzing their hopes and dreams. however, no sooner had she started her infiltration did the shadowy figure appear in the skies over Anzelgard, and it was all the local populace could talk about. Gammaton wondered waht it was doing. It didn't seem to be hunting, yet had staked this area as its territory for some inexplicable reason. Still, Gammaton had no reason to worry about it as long as it did not appear hostile to Infinifactorium. But the emergency meeting was called, and Gammaton arrived.

Gammaton was surprised Levia had tried poisoning it, even more surprised that such an act did not provoke the creature to violence. Gammaton was sure that the overseers could band together to take the creature down themselves, but doing so may reveal the guild to the locals. And there was another thought. "I believe that Lady Faetalis gave us these disguises for a reason. Now we could strip them off, and rise to do battle with the dragon, and only put our human skins back on once the fight was over, but then I feel that by doing so, we make a choice that these skins are not our true selves. What is it that we can do in these skins that we cannot do otherwise? Walk among the people of Anzelgard. And if our previous decision at this council was to take Anzelgard under our wing, then I feel that it is only fitting that we render the people Anzelgard capable of defending themselves from this threat. The dragon does not trouble Infinifactorium, but it troubles Anzelgard; it is all they have complained about for a week, so it behooves them to rise up and deal with this problem themselves. Of course, I have no qualms about training and guiding them, and will lead them into battle if necessary. But if these people are under our protection, then I think this is the perfect opportunity to have them earn their place as our vassal. To prove that they are worthy to be at Lady Faetalis' feet."

Arknights - E.R.R.A.N.T.

OK, so the CS doesn't exactly state the operator's class. It feels like everyone's a guard, with Marcellus being a sniper.

Jianghu: Age After War

Golden River Inn

Sheng Qingling

@Salsa Verde

Song Shi's words made Qingling reassess his situation. He knew that his parents believed he was dead, so hoping that they would come look for him was a vain hope. In another corner of the inn, there was a slight commotion, drawing Qingling's aural attention. Apparently some drunk had thrown his work order at some travelers. Qingling wondered why someone would simply throw away a chance at good, honest work, when his sensitive ears heard the drunk's compatriots complaining that the job was too dangerous. As it turns out, there had been a recent uptick of violence on the roads. In addition to the occasional bandit, a murderous couple had been cutting a bloody swath, hunting down Taoists on some sort of vendetta. Qingling's eyes widened. This was the sort of news he had been waiting around to hear.

Qingling turned his attention back to Song Shi. "Perhaps you're right. I hear there's a caravan leaving town tomorrow, but what about yourself? I would feel much safer to have a friend to travel with, but do you not have your own destination?"

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@Zeroth @Cu Chulainn

That night Qingling spoke with the proprietor of the Golden River Inn, letting him know that he was leaving and thanking innkeeper for his hospitality and the opportunity to work for room and board.

The following morning, Qingling found himself standing in front of the gate with his guqin in its massive case, strapped to his back, wondering how he was going to weasel his way into the caravan. He had found this location by eavesdropping on the previous holders of the work order. He was unsure if these men really required music, but it was worth a shot. Readjusting the guqin on his back for comfort, he approached the caravan, "Salutations, I am part of a traveling performance troupe, but I was separated from them. It appears that your caravan is going in the direction that they were headed, so if you don't mind, might I hitch a ride? I can make it worth your while by providing some high-class, musical entertainment." he wasn't exactly sure if she would show, but he hoped Song Shi would join him.

Arknights - E.R.R.A.N.T.

Hey, I see it's been a while since there's been a post here, but I was wondering if this RP is still active and if I can apply with a character?

Jianghu: Age After War

Golden River Inn

Sheng Qingling

@Salsa Verde

Qingling placed his palms on the strings to quiet them, as if their vibrations would betray the uncertainty in his heart. I am at a crossroads. To go or to stay? To search or to stay put? You see, my parents are traveling entertainers, but we were separated at our last stop. I have been unable to find them. I had hoped to rendezvous with them here, in Xincai, where many paths meet, and that word of my music would reach them, leading them to me. But that has not happened. I have been on the road for my whole life, so I do not know of a 'hometown' that I could go to to wait for them. So for now, I am simply trying to earn my keep. Perhaps they will find me, or I will catch word of them. Their...exploits...can be very spectacular."

So as not to remain silent for too long and cause complaint, Qingling began playing again, this time strumming out a sweet, gentle tune reminiscent of the current season, Spring.

Jianghu: Age After War

Golden River Inn

Sheng Qingling

@Salsa Verde @Restalaan

When Qingling finished his song, a coin flew his way. His eyes traced the trajectory and saw a large woman leaving the inn. he thanked her silently for her patronage as another woman approached the stage and asked him what the song is called.

"'The Desperate Return'," Qingling replied, smiling up at Shi, trying to mask his own heartache, "Perhaps it is a bit too somber? After all, most people at an inn are travelers, so it may be inconsiderate to elicit homesickness. Additionally, for an inn with such...rambunctious clientele, maybe something more rowdy and rousing would be more appropriate? Do you have a request, Miss? I may not know every song, but if you hum a bit for me, or whistle, I will try to match the composition with what little skill I have."

As Qingling waited for Shi's request, he started making micro-adjustments to the individual bridges that held the strings taut, literally fine-tuning the instrument in preparation for whatever he might play next.

Infactorium: A New 4Xpansion (Overlord RP) [DISCONTINUED]

Gammaton accepted the jacket from Faetalis but didn't put it on yet. In her true form as an insectoid, she had a protective exoskeletal layer. She may be naked, but she felt secure. And when she was parasitizing a humanoid host, she would wear clothes. Given Faetalis' nude condition when she put on her new skin, Gammaton didn't want to risk the disrespect and unpleasantness of being exposed in the new image Faetalis had granted her. When the council was dismissed, Gammaton skulked back to Hivehill. Trying on the jacket, Gammaton confirmed that Faetalis had indeed peered into her own mind to confirm the image she wished to portray. But it only formed part of the picture, and Gammaton set the silk-producing insects of Hivehill to craft her a robe, regal in it's black and gold, utilitarian and intellectual in its construction.

Then she turned her thoughts to Hivehill. Gammaton and her army were the first line of defense, and it was her wish to be the last. Each floor was a production center in their own right, and no general worth their salt would ever concede to allow even a fraction of that infrastructure to fall to the enemy. But what worried Gammaton was the fact that Faetalis seemed to anticipate a challenge. As far as Gammaton knew, there was no power in this world that rivalled the guild. Caution seemed almost...excessive. But perhaps Faetalis had seen something in her scouting that shook her, and this was what worried Gammaton.

Upon entry, assuming enemies discovered the entrance at the base of the mountain, intruders would be greeted by the mines. There was a central shaft for ease of logistics that was too easy of a route deep into Hivehill. So Gammaton would have to seal this shaft the moment any invaders entered. She would commission to have a massive stone and steel pillar constructed that would form a centerpiece in the upper portions of Hivehill that would slam down as soon as any enemies stepped into the shaft. If the enemy were unfortunate, they would get crushed, and if they scattered, they would be isolated into separate, maze-like mining corridors with miner and soldier ants lurking around every corner. The entrance would be layered with various forms of detection to make sure that no one slipped in without being noticed. Since the ants were all under her command, Gammaton would grant them the same poison and negative status immunities she had, while simultaneously ordering the ants to flood the caverns with poison. It was a bit of twisted irony unknown to Gammaton, since in the real world, human houses are fumigated to get rid of insectoid pests, not the other way around. The first half of Hivehill would thus be a dark, claustrophobic and toxic gauntlet beset on all sides by hostile ants emerging from tunnels. if this didn't kill the enemies outright, it would at least disorient them and buy time for the rest of Infinifactorium to prepare.

The mines would all ultimately converge on a single exit big enough for only one person to squeeze through at a time that led to the second half of Hivehill, which would be the opposite, a large open area, the hive of Hivehill dangling overhead as swarms of wasps would descend on the enemies with nowhere to hide. Far from the entrance would be bombardier beetles spraying volatile caustics at them, defended by soldier ants. It would test the enemy's ability to deal with open warfare, and given that it's impossible that all enemies exit the mines at the same time, it would put them at a terrible disadvantage at the beginning of combat. If she was in her final form, then Gammaton may join her soldiers at this point, commanding and buffing them, swooping down to deal sonic death. If not, she would prepare by gorging herself on food, building up 'evolution points' and waiting for the enemies to arrive.

Should enemies make it past the field of battle, they would enter the chamber of the queens. The queens of Hivehill are technically a form of furniture, barely mobile unit production buildings, but with a trap component capable of combat. The three queens are spread around the circular chamber evenly, and will swipe at enemies with their scythe-like appendages and spew venom, while spawning adds at regular intervals. Gammaton would also put the beast pens to use, and any creatures that Levia was willing to spare would be thrown in for a completely random variable. In this room, Gammaton will also face the enemy herself. If she was in her egg form, then the enemies will get the full battle, as Gammaton will fight in each form, using abilities that each form specializes in. Upon defeat, each form would undergo the next step of metamorphosis, becoming more powerful, and the battle would continue. It is only upon defeating her in her final form that Gammaton will concede and hand over the key to Tungsten's Big Scrap Alley. It perhaps wasn't the mot imaginative gauntlet, but it embodied what Gammaton was most comfortable with.