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[Wandering Rogue]

I figured the bear just happened upon the fruit and gave it to him without knowing what it was and just thought it looked tasty and Orzo read into the meaningless gesture a lot more than was intended.

Edited by Wandering Rogue, 19 June 2016 - 03:35 PM.

[Deviruchi]

If you put it that way, that does definitely sound like something you'd see in One Piece.

 

Just waiting on either Mors or Kid to submit their character then we can start this.

[Mors]

Working on mine should have it done tonight.

[Johnny Paradise]

When did useless become so mean?

November 30th, 1992.

[Unbelievably Majestic]

Hey, that's just a few months after I started being awesome. What a coincidence.

Edited by Unbelievably Majestic, 19 June 2016 - 11:34 PM.

[Deviruchi]

I just wanted to inform everyone that in this RP, I plan to generally boost the level of technology in the world. Examples would include Dirigibles, Zeppelins, and Blimps being present. 

I'll also be starting the IC thread soon.

Edited by Deviruchi, 21 June 2016 - 12:16 AM.

[Mors]

Spoiler

Name: Doran Reva
Age: 17
Gender: Male.
Race: Human

Personality: 

Though filled with impatience, and stubborn to a fault, Doran, nevertheless, has all the qualities necessary for a great leader. He is ambitious, though sometimes overconfident, and he'll stop at nothing to get what he wants. Though he would sacrifice a friend to further his own goals, he will not do so needlessly, and will still try to help his comrades in any way he can so long as it still aligns with those goals. Growing up in a royal family, Doran is not used to menial labor - he can lead an army, and has studied various topics ranging from science to history, but he cannot cook a decent meal or sew a shirt. He tries his best to hide it, but he has an irrational deep-seated fear of dogs ever since one bit him when he was a child. He hates sweet things.

Backstory: 

There was a harsh gale blowing on the night I learned I was the king.

 

The palace at the center of the Goa is a sprawling affair of walled compounds, exquisite gardens, satellite mansions for extended family, and finally the Inner Palace, the great stone confection that has for generations housed the rulers of Goa Kingdom. The whole thing is garnished with marble statuary teased into startlingly lifelike forms by the artistry of the grand masons, and a dedicated man could probably scrape enough gold leaf off the walls to make himself as rich as Strawhat Luffy. My father hated it with a passion. He’d have been happier behind steel barricades a hundred feet thick and spiked with the head of his enemies.

 

I was sparring against Mirana in the hallway. Years of practice had left the various swings, thrusts, and dances of the Scarlet Throne ingrained into my body. Yet, as always, I was unable to land even a single blow against her. Her shield parried my spear with ease before she moved forward and clubbed me on the forehead with it, knocking me onto the ground.

 

“Yield! I Yield! Damn you, that hurt!” I grumbled as she helped me to my feet. She had that same smile she always had when she beat me, the bitch. “You know one day I —“

 

The door banged open and the seeking wind tore through the room. A figure blundered up the steps, it was my uncle Orsen, his hair plastered to his pale face with the rain and his chest heaving. He stared at me, eyes wide, before dropping to his knees. He bowed his head, and spoke two words, low and raw.

 

“My king.”

 

And I knew my father was dead.

 

—

 

They dressed him in fine robes of crimson and gold, and laid him next to his spear, gleaming alongside him in the same colors. The pin on his chest depicted the country’s sigil, a daisy with three feathers. He looked…pale. I kept expecting his eyes to open and meet mine with that familiar scorn, but they did not. They never would again.

 

“How did he die?” I asked.

 

“It was the Pirate, Torneo. The marines were supposed to be protecting that waterway but somehow he snuck past them…” Uncle Orsen explained.

 

“In the Grand Line, nowhere is safe from pirates,” grunted Ferris, the Captain of the Guard. He was getting old now, but he looked every bit the warrior, standing a foot and a half above me, with that long scar of his running down his cheek until it touched with his silver beard. They say no one has ever defeated him in a duel.

 

I gave a heavy sigh. In truth, my father was a tyrant and I hated him. But he was still my father, and he was still the king.

 

“There must be vengeance.”

 

My uncle tried to calm the storm “Surely there must be time to grieve first. The World Government wouldn’t approve -“

 

I grabbed my father’s spear and slammed it’s hilt against the floor. “I am Doran Reva, King of Goa, and I swear an oath. Let all of you bear witness, I will be revenged upon my father’s killers.”

 

My uncle frowned. “That is a heavy oath, my king.” 

 

“I thought it was a fine oath,” Mirana stood nearby. “A kingly oath.”

 

Ferris laughed, “He’s just like his father.”

 

—

 

They called the ship The Grave. Its captain was one of Torneo’s lieutenants, Jingo the Undying. The battle was short lived. I stood by my uncle watching The Grave, and its sister ships, burn, columns of smoke smudging the slate-gray sky. Jingo we managed to capture, an ugly brute of a man covered nearly head to toe in tattoos.

 

“It’s a start,” I said. 

 

Orsen sucked sourly at his teeth. “But when will it end?”

 

“We must round up the men and be back at sea within the hour,” said Ferris.

 

“We’re leaving?” asked Mirana. “Already?” she complained.

 

“When I say it does,” I told him. Watching the ship burn, I still felt no burning desire for revenge. The men we killed were terrible pirates, I would shed no tears over their deaths, but still I felt tired. “Vengeance is taken peace by peace. I swore on oath.”

 

“You swore, and I heard it, and thought it too heavy an oath for you to carry.” Orsen gestured at the kneeling prisoner, grunting into his gag. “But he will free you of its weight.”

 

“Who is he?”

 

“Jingo the Undying. He is the one who killed you.”

 

I blinked. “What?”

 

“I tried to stop him, but I was too slow.” Orsen held up his hand and there was a dagger in it. A long dagger with a pommel of black jet. In spite of the heat from the burning ships, I suddenly felt very cold.

 

“It shall be my greatest regret that I moved too late t save my much-loved nephew.” And carelessly as cutting a joint of meat, Orsen stabbed Jingo between his neck and his shoulder and kicked him onto his face, blood welling onto the deck. It seemed he could die, after all.

 

“Uncle, what is the meaning of this?” I readied my spear, suddenly wary how many of my uncle’s men were about, all armed, all armored.

 

“You are too much like your father. Too ambitious. Even I don’t do this now, the noble families would have turned on you eventually.” My kind, peace-loving uncle voice was suddenly as cold and level as ice on a winter lake. “He got too complacent. Taxing the nobles, just so he could play pirate. Enlisting commoners into our army, and teaching them how to fight. It had to be done.”

 

“Uncle, you…” I began.

 

“We must do what is best for the Goa Kingdom.” said Orsen. “Kill him.”

 

I didn’t even have time to react as Ferro’s spear impaled me in the chest. But as he was about to finish the job, he stood frozen in place. Him, my Uncle, and his men all stood paralyzed. Everyone except Mirana, who didn't waste any time shoving me into the water before following right after. Wood and water and sky spun about me, and down I plummeted, the King of the Goa Kingdom, and the water struck me as hammer strikes iron.

 

And the Grand Line took me into her cold embrace.

 

—

 

I came to in the darkness, smothered by rushing bubbles, and writhed and thrashed and twisted with the simple need to stay alive. Spray blinded me, and I coughed, and kicked, and was sucked under, tossed and tumbled by the current. Mirana was hanging onto my arm, unconscious. 

 

"Why did you do that, you idiot, you can't swim!"

 

A surging wave flung me onto a rock. Somehow I managed to hold onto my father’s spear, through all of that, and used it to haul myself up, trembling with the effort to carry both myself and Mirana, onto a narrow ledge of stone.

 

No doubt I was lucky to be alive, but I didn’t feel lucky.

 

If what my uncle said was true, then my country had betrayed me. The aristocracy is the heart of the Goa Kingdom, and my country is one of the most prominent financial supporters of the World Government. 

 

“So…” I muttered to myself, while laying on that rock, coughing up blood. “More revenge then.” 

 

If I were to enact my revenge, I couldn’t do it alone. But when the whole world was my enemy, the only men I could turn to, to help me, were those who turned their back to the world. The freemen. Pirates.

 

“Just wait, uncle. I'm coming home. After all, I swore on oath!"

 

Abilities: 

• Scarlet Throne - The discipline of Scarlet Throne arose in the battling aristocracies of the world, where its nobles initially only practiced dueling styles that were of little use. When the age of piracy came, these nobles found their abilities were sorely under-prepared for the rigors of true combat. Combining their roots in the dueling arts dueling and subsequent training by masters of practical combat and leadership, the Scarlet Throne style was born. Regal and unflinching, a practitioner of Scarlet Throne owns any field of battle he walks upon, for it is his court and there he rules, painting his chambers red with the blood of his enemies. 
• King of Goa - Though lacking wordly experience, Doran's noble upbringing has led him to be knowledgeable in a vast array of subjects. He is also a trained diplomat, and understands the inner workings and organization of the World Government, including the Marines.

Inventory:

• Equipment: "Impetus" a large red and gold spear crafted with the same quality as a saijo o wazamano grade sword.
• Others: --

 

Here's a character. If there is no NPC captain, then that's the position I'll be aiming for. If parts of the backstory feel incomplete, it may be because I originally intended to be playing as two separate characters x.x

Edited by Mors, 21 June 2016 - 07:03 AM.

[Deviruchi]

Seems like something out of Game of Thrones minus the nudity, profanity and incest along with a few DotA references. And was that a little tease at the end some Haoshoku Haki? Nothing wrong with that though.

 

I like the character and didn't notice where it was suppose to seem incomplete. What was the other character you were planning to play as? A guard who was loyal to the royal family and knew the truth?

 

 By the way, accepted.

[Mors]

You guessed right, I had a personal guard assistant character as well but wasn't sure if two characters would fly. It was supposed to be Haki, yeah. And sweet.

Edited by Mors, 21 June 2016 - 04:52 AM.

[Deviruchi]

The idea of two characters doesn't really bother me. Are they going to be together at the start of the story or would you want Doran's guard to try to look for him first? The former would be more convenient for myself.

[Mors]

It would be the former.

[Deviruchi]

No problem them. Like I said, I wouldn't mind.

I mean, only if you still wanted to.

[Deviruchi]

The IC Thread  is up.

[Mors]

Spoiler

Name: Mirana 
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Race: Human

Personality: 

Shy and soft-spoken, Mirana is completely loyal to her King and best friend. This loyalty can be a bit blind, as she's incapable of seeing some of Doran's darker side. Though she shows her fiercer side when in battle, outside of that she can actually be somewhat of a klutz. She loves animals, though animals unfortunately don't love her and she hates seafood.

Backstory: 

At the age of eight Mirana took a piece of wood and smashed it into Deryll's forehead. Two other boys, both around ten years old, had tried to hold her up against the fence post while Deryll tossed old fruit at her. "Monster!" they jeered her. "Devil!" But it wasn't her fault she was like this. It was that stupid nasty tasting fruit she had eaten, though no one believed her. Those boys got up from the dirt track, first to their hands and knees, one spitting blood, the other dripping crimson from where Mirana's teeth found his ear, then unsteadily to their feet. Deryll laid where he had fallen, staring at the blue sky in a daze.

 

As the boys ran, Mirana heard clapping. It was coming from another boy, laying lazily on the wide branch of the big oak tree. "Impressive," he said. "Uncle told me not to hang around you commoners, but I bet he wouldn't have said that if he saw how exciting you all were."

 

"Who are you?" Mirana asked. Now that she got a closer look at him, she saw he was a bit younger than her. And he was different from the other boys. He looked...cleaner. And he smelt nice.

 

"You can call me Doran," he gave her that easy smile. The name sounded familiar, though she couldn't quite place it.

 

---

 

Years fell by and Mirana grew, not tall but tall enough, not broad but sturdy. But Mirana fought no more battles, not with the first wreaking such harm. They watched her, the other villagers, and they avoided her. Mirana turned the other cheek to them, but still felt alone, except for Doran.

 

"I'm different," she told him on her fourteenth birthday. He was sitting at his usual spot on the old tree. "I don't fit. People are scared of me."

 

"A wolf amongst sheep?" Doran laughed, then shook his head. "You're not alone. You've got me. How many brothers do you need?" 

 

Mirana kicked an acorn around the ground, then, turned by some instinct, looked east across the wheat field. Two strangers approaching, swords at their hips. "It's a bad day to be a peasant." The taller of the two men smiled as he walked across the field, flattening the new wheat beneath his boots.

 

"It's never a good day to be a peasant." Doran responded back to them, lazily scratching at the tree bark. The men's grimy tatters had enough in common to suggest they had once been a marine uniform. They came smeared with dirt and ash, blades within easy reach, a reckless anticipation in their eyes, and dragged him out of that tree.

 

"What the hell? Do you two idiots know who I am? I'm -" 

 

"Talking too much." The man said as he knocked Doran unconscious with the hilt of his sword. He nodded to the other one, "Grab the girl. She'll sell for more."

 

"Surely." The tall man grinned, a baring of yellow teeth.

 

Mirana kicked up the stone, and threw it at the man's head. It missed its mark, instead hitting him in the throat, crushing it back against the bones of his neck and his surprise left him in a wordless crimson mist. Without pause, Mirana grabbed his sword charged the marine's companion. The man turned his shoulder, reaching for his sword, but he was too slow. Mirana bore him to the ground, pressing the sword against his chest, pinning the half-drawn blade with the weight of his body.

 

---

 

"They tell me you saved my son," King Stephan watched Mirana from his throne, eyes wintery beneath a golden crown. Doran had been royalty all this time...a prince. He never told her, but she felt stupid to have never figured it out. And now it was all over, she would be thrown in prison for putting the prince in danger.

 

A moment passed between them, but it felt like eternity.

 

"I owe you a debt, Lady Mirana." The king rose from his throne and descended the dais, footsteps echoing beneath the low ceiling of his throne room. "You are to be one of the royal guard. Recognition of the risks you took in saving my idiot son.

 

"Wha-Yes. Yes, thank you, er, your Highness." Mirana bowed her head. Unlike Doran, she was never good with words.

 

"Still, I will remind you of your low birth. My son does not need friends. He does not need to think he will be saved should ill befall him. He does not need debts." The king walked around Mirana, his steps slow and even. "My predecessors were weak. They were not prepared for the golden age of piracy, and the Pirate King Luffy trampled over the rule they held for centuries. My lineage will not be like theirs. Thrones are not kept by the weak. Do we understand each other, Lady Mirana?"

 

Mirana swallowed and looked away. "Yes, Highness."

 

"You may go. See Ferris about your new duties."

 

She walked the whole way with the weight of the king's regard upon her. Once the doors were closed behind her, one she had walked to the grand stair, only then did Mirana speak the words she couldn't say to Stephan, words the king would never hear, however loud-spoken.

 

"I didn't save your son. He saved me."

 

Abilities:

• Moa Moa no Mi: The "More More" fruit allows the user to increase the speed or size of anything she touches, though not both at the same time. Mirana fights with a shortspear and shield, enlarging the shield to defend a larger area or by throwing either of her weapons with great speed.
• Cook: Mirana follows Doran around, doing the chores he feels are beneath him, the most notable one being cooking.

 

Inventory:

• Equipment: Mirana carries a spear, like everyone else in the Goa Kingdom royal guard, though she fights with the shield as her main weapon.
• Others: Cooking equipment, knitting kit, first aid kit

 

Here's the second character. I'm altering the end of Doran's backstory slightly so that she's with him.

Edited by Mors, 21 June 2016 - 07:20 AM.

[Deviruchi]

No real problem here. I'm just curious with the devil fruit you chose. I suppose you aren't following the technicalities they used in the movie. I think when enlarging or speeding something up, they used multiples of 10. I'm not saying I prefer. Considering her upbringing, Mirana would probably be quite skilled; no issues with that. I'm just curious with her capabilities with her devil fruit ability. What would be her current power-level?

[Mors]

Well, I purposefully left that unspecified both because I wasn't sure what sort of power level we're starting at exactly, and because I was mostly gonna use it in more general terms than specific number. Instead of "Ha, I increase my speed by 100x Hon Hon Hon" it'll be "SUPER SHIELD THROW ATTACK" and you can interpret that as whatever. 

[Deviruchi]

That's cool. I try as much as possible to avoid imposing limiters and whatnot on characters. Maybe after the arc, you'll get a better idea on the power levels. Strictly speaking though, it'll be quite varied and would depend on your character's background.

 

If I had to rank the character's in terms of strength, Mirana would be the strongest then followed by Doran or Orzo, then Vaska and last would be Han. In terms of growth, its definitely a free for all.

[Johnny Paradise]

I imagine Vaska as both really strong, and also not strong at all. He himself is kind of a little punk bitch, but if he keeps his distance then he's kind of unstoppable in a way unless you have a way to deal with the swarm. I will probably post tomorrow. (:

[Deviruchi]

Creativity would definitely be a factor in determining how strong everyone is. Not really sure how you're going to play Vaska, but I can imagine how strong he'd be in the later parts of the story.

 

If anyone wants information on the island or certain characters, just ask. I can include it in the updates or just present it here.

EDIT: I honestly didn't expect someone to post so soon, but this isn't me complaining; I just wanted to make that clear. I actually expected that someone was going to try to leave the cit; my guess was Vaska though.

 

If no one else will try to leave, I can give Rogue a quick update within the day.

Edited by Deviruchi, 21 June 2016 - 10:10 AM.

[Johnny Paradise]

I was intending to bump into Mors' character, but yeah, he was gonna look towards leaving.