Post by Κομμα on Aug 4, 2011 6:34:05 GMT 7
All right, moving on to Janx's profil--
WHY DO I ONLY GET A DINGHY?!
Because you're only one pirate, and one pirate can't control a huge ship.
I wait nearly a whole year for my own thread and all I get is a damned rowboat! This is injustice! I'm rallying up a mutiny after I'm done with this!
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Name: Janx Zabbat. I actually have another Muse that's not averse to giving his fully name! There's still going to be a mutiny. T-T
Race: Human
Age: Twenty-four
Appears: I look around my age. Might pass for a tad bit older, but probably not any younger than twenty-three.
Appearance: Dark blue hair that likes doing as it pleases for the most part, somewhere round shoulder length, I might wear a bandana over it occasionally. Dark grayish eyes. Round six feet tall. Average build, I guess. Sleeveless shirts, I'll cut the sleeves off myself if I have to. Pants... I really don't care. I'd just as soon go pantsless, but apparently that's politically incorrect or some rubbish, so I just go for anything comfortable. Normally pretty heavy-duty boots, generally hide or leather of some variety. Also, if I don't have my rifle on my back and a bottle of whiskey on my belt, feel it safe to assume that there's something terribly wrong and it would probably be best to stay away from me until these two necessities are restored to their rightful places. I don't have any picture that's extremely accurate of Janx, but I'll post the best I've found. Looks a bit more like him in his teenage days than it does in current days. i54.tinypic.com/243oldc.jpg He's got a slightly more prominent jawline, and his hair is a slightly brighter blue, but still about that dark. And his nose isn't quite so tiny, though it's not excessively large. Even the gun is pretty accurate, but the wood is darker and the adornments are black metal rather than gold. It's quite a nice gun. I don't suggest you mess with it unless you want to be shot by it, though. *nods* Really. Don't touch the gun. It's just safer that way.
Personality: If every day isn't a huge party, I believe I'm doing something wrong. For Pete's sake, I'm a pirate, nothing is supposed to be very serious. I prefer backing away from stressful situations and taking off to the nearest bar until they're resolved. I'm not much of a diplomat. I'm not good at reasoning with people and prefer to stay at least tipsy the majority of the time. I am good at lying and will do so on a very regular basis, so you'd be best off not trusting a word that comes out of my mouth. Especially if you're a remotely good-looking woman. I can be serious, and I can be quite intimidating, but it's not extremely easy to get on my bad side, so no worries. Not as easy as it used to be anyway @_@ Yeah, so I used to be an asshole, who cares? I'm not anymore! I've resolved all my old conflicts and I don't hold grudges anymore. Unless you happen to hurt someone I care about, you're safe, but I try not to care about people that strongly anymore to avoid those sorts of complications. I'm... not extremely great with children, and I generally try to avoid them most of the time. They unfortunately seem to love me, however. Call it a curse. In short, I'm quite easy to get along with, but don't expect me to have your back if you ever get into trouble; in fact, you can expect me to get you into trouble if you stay around me too much.
Likes: Whiskey, whiskey, and mooooore whiskey. And women, especially if they're working at taverns and can get me discounts on whiskey...
[Hours later]
Finally picking back up now?
Not my fault the internets died T-T
Anyway. Likes, likes. Yes. I like whiskey. I love the sea, I've more or less lived at sea since I was around five years old and can't stand staying put for long anymore. I love parties, I enjoy a fair bit of stargazing every now and then, I enjoy sleeping in the crow's nest, I rather like telescopes, and I very much love my rifle. I'm also somewhat fond of limes. Limes...? *nods* *blinkblink* Limes... what is it with my muses and fruit obsessions...?
Dislikes: Marines. Especially Garp. I despise Garp. There's no hate section, so I suppose I should list one Mister Zolt Dragnus and every member of his entire damned crew, the slimy bastard-- Calm down before you break my keyboard >_< Sorry. Anyway. Not fond of lemons. I dislike being forced to use swords. I also don't like rum. I'm sorry if anyone has any issue with this. I don't care if pirates are supposed to like the stuff, but I imagine it's very close to what piss tastes like. Nice. Very nice. What else... erm... I don't like being bossed around. I also don't like being awoken in unorthodox manners, such as having bowling balls dropped on my stomach or water poured over my face or being used as a trampoline. All of which have happened in the past. I don't like extreme heat, either, so I have had issues with summer islands before.
Fears: I'm dead scared of Lyon's daughter. She's a devil child. I'm also afraid of Lyon's mother, for similar reasons. And the mother of his daughter. *frowns* My captain has some very scary females in his family.
History: All right, then, let's get this rolling. Y... you mean you're not even going to argue? Should I?
*shakes head* All right, then.
First, I suppose you should know that I'm from the One Piece fandom. The world there is NOT Earth by any means. Different continents and countries and seas. I came from a decent sized port town in North Blue that I don't remember much about. I only remember it was a port town because my old man worked on merchant ships. He was back and forth between home and work quite a lot. Mom was sick for as far back as I can remember her, and I barely do remember her. I mostly only know of her what I was told by my dad. She'd been sick since shortly after I was born, I was mostly taken care of by my mom's live-in nurse up until I was five, when my mom died. Then Dad took me on his ship, and I've been sailing ever since.
Didn't start out a pirate, we were just between merchant vessels a lot. No specific one; after Mom died, we'd stop at one town and Dad'd find work on another ship willing to take us both. I had to work for my stay as well. Normally cleaning and washing dishes and feeding livestock, things of that general nature. Good times.
Five years down the road or so, the vessel we were on, a fairly small one, was ambushed and overtaken by pirates. Half the crew was killed. The other half was taken and sold into slavery. I was among the latter half, my father was among the former. I somehow managed to hide his rifle and keep it with me even after I got sold to a well to do family as a servant. To put it bluntly, I wasn't treated well, and I spent a year nicking money from them before I ran off. I stole a dinghy, took some food and water, a compass, and a map, as well as that money. I discovered pretty quickly that I knew absolutely nothing about navigation, and managed to crash at a deserted island. I went to sleep one night and drifted, and I woke up to my boat crashing into a cliff face. Luckily it wasn't far away from a rather rocky beach.
I managed to drag the remains of the boat there, decide I couldn't fix it, and salvage some food and water. Had about enough left for a week, maybe two if I half-starved myself. I did indeed half starve myself. There was no wood or plant life for starting a fire; it was basically just a rather large rock. Cooking any fish or seagulls was out of the question. I had what supplies I had brought and managed to salvage, nothing else.
I was on the island for a couple weeks, running very low on food and water. Weak, sunburned from lying on a large dark rock and practically cooking alive. It was pure luck that a ship happened across the island and I was spotted. I didn't really have the strength to move and was taken aboard the ship without knowing much of what was going on. I regained myself pretty quickly when I saw this ship was flying a black flag. A pirate flag.
Remember, now. The only experience I had with pirates up to this point was watching them kill my father, and subsequently being sold into slavery by the very same pirates. I wasn't exactly happy about the arrangements. Talking with the captain, a man called Gol D. Roger who I would eventually come to look at as a father figure of sorts, only offered me a very slight change of heart at first. Rather than elect to go back onto my rock and continue cooking until I was well-done, I decided to grudgingly stay with these pirates aboard the Oro Jackson, a very sturdy, very well-built, very large ship.
These truly weren't the same variety of pirates as those that had ambushed that merchant ship, and I grew to realize this over the next few years. I made friends among other young recruits, though my attitude at this point still wasn't exactly the best. It didn't improve when Lyon boarded the ship either. Lyon... the only reason Silvers had us save him after the idiot fell off of the side of the ship--which, mind you, he had singlehandedly been trying to hijack; there were only three of us on the ship at the time, but he seemed to think he could sail a ship of that size by himself--was because of his name. Maybe his devil fruit abilities had a little to do with it, but it was mostly the name. Lyon. He shared a surname with the highest bounty on the seas, Lyon D. Helena, a demoness that could single-handedly slaughter an entire town if given good reason to. Stories of her echoed from her time as a pirate some fifteen, twenty years prior even to that day, and her name was feared.
Silvers, more or less, feared that if this idiot was her son, and we let him drown after falling off the ship, then the entire crew of the Oro Jackson would be quite doomed. Yet letting Lyon aboard the ship didn't exactly help either; so it turned out, though Lyon fiercely denied even having a father, the Marine captain Garp was his dad. Garp was already chasing after Roger at this point, and this only made him even more diligent in this quest. Roger had a good old time with it; he loved outgunning and outsmarting Marines on a regular basis, it was all just part of the fun of being a pirate for him. Silvers was at his wits end, poor guy. I don't know how he managed to stay sane through it all. I had to babysit Lyon's kid only a semi-regular basis, and Silvers was left in charge of me, Lyon, Buggy, Shanks, and all the other younger recruits. Some job for a first mate. I think the Garp/Lyon drama made the rest of his hair go gray... admittedly, it could have also had something to do with the fact that Lyon and I used to try to kill each other on an hourly basis, but who's to say, really?
When Roger got sick a couple years later and decided to turn himself in, his crew was mostly lost. Older members retired from piracy, the young bloods went out on their own; Roger had started a golden age for us, and we weren't forfeiting it. Lyon tried to call a truce with me. He and Shanks were going to go on a small caravel vessel. Buggy had already refused to travel with Shanks, and I took the same stance. I said no, flat out. I gathered my own crew quickly in the town Roger had been executed, and stole their caravel. I did toss them down a dinghy, but it was mostly to add insult to injury, so that doesn't exactly redeem me much. As I said, I used to be a complete ass.
My goal became to find the name of the man who had killed my father, track him down, and kill him. No negotiations; he had taken my father's life and I fully intended to make him pay with his own life. It was a couple years later that I came across Lyon again. Just for old time's sake, I had my crew storm his ship and overtake it; and then Lyon actually pointed me in the right direction. The man who had killed my father was a man by the name of Zolt Dragnus. He had lived on the same island as Lyon for a few years before Lyon left town, had apparently been a pirate. Just for insurance, I took his first mate with me. Sedna Beckman. This struck quite badly with Lyon, who ended up following me at a relatively safe distance all the way to his hometown; poor guy had been in love with her, apparently. It took ages to find the island, as it was protected somehow from being picked up on any compass or log posse, but we found it. I went in alone, found Dragnus, and shot him through the skull while his wife and children cowered in another room.
Did I say I was an ass? Sorry. I meant I was practically Satan. Really, if I met myself from six years ago, I'd be dead scared of me.
And I went back to my ship... to be informed that the lovely Ms. Beckman had escaped from the brig and went onto the island on business of her own. Great, I thought. I had intended to be true to my word and return her in one piece to her captain if he hadn't been lying to me about Dragnus. He hadn't. I went back ashore and tracked her down and narrowly managed to save her from getting herself killed. Of all the people on the island, she had gone and picked a fight with her captain's mother. She knew the stories perfectly well, but didn't care; her parents had been pirate hunters, and this woman had killed them when Sedna was quite young. Sure, I could understand the situation; I had just killed my father's murderer, after all. That, however, was different. Lyon D. Helena was far more dangerous than old Zolt, and if Sedna got too daring she might have been returned to her captain in hundreds of tiny, minced pieces, and that would not have been a particularly good thing.
She did get too daring, but luckily it seemed the killer in Helena had long since disappeared. Of course she fought back, but didn't kill her challenger, only knocked her unconscious. Before returning to her house, this motherly, middle-aged woman that had once been feared world-wide told me to apologize to Sedna on her behalf whenever the girl woke up, that she would have done it herself but had a feeling that she would only attempt murder again if she woke up on the island rather than a horizon away; and also, she told me to inform her bratty ingrate of a son to bring back her damn guitar now.
Slightly disoriented and amused, I left, and made sure that security on the brig was as tight as possible until we were a good distance from the island. Sedna didn't wake up until the island took up maybe a twentieth of the horizon at the absolute most; she certainly did attempt to escape anyway, until I allowed her out onto the deck to see just how far away that island was. She was escorted back to the brig. I later gave her Helena's message to Sedna, who spat in my face as thanks. I later delivered Helena's other message to Lyon when returning his first mate, who just sort of laughed nervously in a way that suggested he had every intention of steering clear of his hometown for as long as possible.
I suppose it was around this time that I saw the error of my ways. In my thirst for revenge, I had become exactly the sort of person that Dragnus himself had once been. I think, more than anything, it was the simple fact that he had a family, a son, who had at the very least heard his father be killed by a cold-blooded pirate. Regardless, my revenge had been carried out; I was just another pirate aimlessly sailing the Grand Line in search of riches and adventure. I definitely started lightening up.
Few years passed, and I got in a rough spot with some marines. My crew held quite strong for a good long time, but more Marines were showing up, and we were gradually outnumbered. There was one other crew of pirates on the island we were fighting outside of: Lyon's. Irony at it's best, I suppose; I certainly wasn't expecting any help and intended to have my crew stand down soon, if they would.
I was surprised when one of the marine ships was rammed at the side by the other pirate vessel at the island.
It didn't matter either way. There were more marines than there were pirates still, and members of both crews perished--more among my crew as we were being aimed upon specifically for having stolen a devil fruit from the possession of the first Marine ship that opened fire on us. What remained of our crews when we surrendered were taken into custody, mostly on separate ships. Lyon and I ended up on the same ship, for the first time in ages, locked in the hold of one of the marine ships in the same cell. Lyon was a wreck, even after the medical team worked on him. He had acted as a human shield at one point for his first mate; apparently the feelings had become mutual since the last time we met, as the two had a very young daughter. Karimi was aboard a different marine ship with her mother, who had been badly wounded.
I wasn't badly injured, as I tend to fight from a distance. Lyon had helped me. I decided I was going to return the favor. I managed to trick our guard into opening up our cell door, and succeeded in knocking him out using my own handcuffs. Got the keys off of him and unlocked them, then got everyone elses' and Lyon's--he hadn't been in quite so bad shape; they had used cuffs on him that severely weakened devil fruit users and negated their powers so he couldn't just escape.
By the time we finished overtaking the marine ship we were on and storming the other to retrieve what little remained of our crews, Sedna was already dead. Needless to say, quite a few Marines followed suit--Lyon was out for blood. We took this Marine ship after most of the crew had either been slaughtered, jumped overboard, or made it to the other ship. The other ship was too afraid to come after us.
All of this led to our crews banding together. I took spot as first mate, under my own suggestion. Karimi stayed on board the ship, leaving Lyon as both a captain and a father and therefore in a rather rough spot. Karimi spent the first five years of her life at sea with her father and his crew. Shortly after she accidentally ate a devil fruit herself, one that gave her the unfortunate ability to hear thoughts, Garp tracked down Lyon at Jaya. In an interesting and even more unfortunate string of events, Karimi was taken away by Garp to live with her cousin, the son of Lyon's older brother, the Revolutionary Army's leader Dragon. For such a high ranking Marine, Garp certainly didn't do a great job with his kids; he intended to do better with his grandkids, to erase piracy and revolution from their blood. Quite of job of that he did, considering Luffy and Karimi both went on to be pirates a little more than ten years later, from what I've heard. I'd have been twenty-four at around the time Karimi was taken from the ship, so my story ends right around there.
As far as being a Muse? Simple enough. Comma here decided she needed a pirate muse and I sort of fit the bill. I had to tag around Akino for a while until he approved me and all worked out.
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=O Long bio is long.
Hey, I'm your character. Not my fault you overdevelop.
Oh, quiet.
*grin*
WHY DO I ONLY GET A DINGHY?!
Because you're only one pirate, and one pirate can't control a huge ship.
I wait nearly a whole year for my own thread and all I get is a damned rowboat! This is injustice! I'm rallying up a mutiny after I'm done with this!
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Name: Janx Zabbat. I actually have another Muse that's not averse to giving his fully name! There's still going to be a mutiny. T-T
Race: Human
Age: Twenty-four
Appears: I look around my age. Might pass for a tad bit older, but probably not any younger than twenty-three.
Appearance: Dark blue hair that likes doing as it pleases for the most part, somewhere round shoulder length, I might wear a bandana over it occasionally. Dark grayish eyes. Round six feet tall. Average build, I guess. Sleeveless shirts, I'll cut the sleeves off myself if I have to. Pants... I really don't care. I'd just as soon go pantsless, but apparently that's politically incorrect or some rubbish, so I just go for anything comfortable. Normally pretty heavy-duty boots, generally hide or leather of some variety. Also, if I don't have my rifle on my back and a bottle of whiskey on my belt, feel it safe to assume that there's something terribly wrong and it would probably be best to stay away from me until these two necessities are restored to their rightful places. I don't have any picture that's extremely accurate of Janx, but I'll post the best I've found. Looks a bit more like him in his teenage days than it does in current days. i54.tinypic.com/243oldc.jpg He's got a slightly more prominent jawline, and his hair is a slightly brighter blue, but still about that dark. And his nose isn't quite so tiny, though it's not excessively large. Even the gun is pretty accurate, but the wood is darker and the adornments are black metal rather than gold. It's quite a nice gun. I don't suggest you mess with it unless you want to be shot by it, though. *nods* Really. Don't touch the gun. It's just safer that way.
Personality: If every day isn't a huge party, I believe I'm doing something wrong. For Pete's sake, I'm a pirate, nothing is supposed to be very serious. I prefer backing away from stressful situations and taking off to the nearest bar until they're resolved. I'm not much of a diplomat. I'm not good at reasoning with people and prefer to stay at least tipsy the majority of the time. I am good at lying and will do so on a very regular basis, so you'd be best off not trusting a word that comes out of my mouth. Especially if you're a remotely good-looking woman. I can be serious, and I can be quite intimidating, but it's not extremely easy to get on my bad side, so no worries. Not as easy as it used to be anyway @_@ Yeah, so I used to be an asshole, who cares? I'm not anymore! I've resolved all my old conflicts and I don't hold grudges anymore. Unless you happen to hurt someone I care about, you're safe, but I try not to care about people that strongly anymore to avoid those sorts of complications. I'm... not extremely great with children, and I generally try to avoid them most of the time. They unfortunately seem to love me, however. Call it a curse. In short, I'm quite easy to get along with, but don't expect me to have your back if you ever get into trouble; in fact, you can expect me to get you into trouble if you stay around me too much.
Likes: Whiskey, whiskey, and mooooore whiskey. And women, especially if they're working at taverns and can get me discounts on whiskey...
[Hours later]
Finally picking back up now?
Not my fault the internets died T-T
Anyway. Likes, likes. Yes. I like whiskey. I love the sea, I've more or less lived at sea since I was around five years old and can't stand staying put for long anymore. I love parties, I enjoy a fair bit of stargazing every now and then, I enjoy sleeping in the crow's nest, I rather like telescopes, and I very much love my rifle. I'm also somewhat fond of limes. Limes...? *nods* *blinkblink* Limes... what is it with my muses and fruit obsessions...?
Dislikes: Marines. Especially Garp. I despise Garp. There's no hate section, so I suppose I should list one Mister Zolt Dragnus and every member of his entire damned crew, the slimy bastard-- Calm down before you break my keyboard >_< Sorry. Anyway. Not fond of lemons. I dislike being forced to use swords. I also don't like rum. I'm sorry if anyone has any issue with this. I don't care if pirates are supposed to like the stuff, but I imagine it's very close to what piss tastes like. Nice. Very nice. What else... erm... I don't like being bossed around. I also don't like being awoken in unorthodox manners, such as having bowling balls dropped on my stomach or water poured over my face or being used as a trampoline. All of which have happened in the past. I don't like extreme heat, either, so I have had issues with summer islands before.
Fears: I'm dead scared of Lyon's daughter. She's a devil child. I'm also afraid of Lyon's mother, for similar reasons. And the mother of his daughter. *frowns* My captain has some very scary females in his family.
History: All right, then, let's get this rolling. Y... you mean you're not even going to argue? Should I?
*shakes head* All right, then.First, I suppose you should know that I'm from the One Piece fandom. The world there is NOT Earth by any means. Different continents and countries and seas. I came from a decent sized port town in North Blue that I don't remember much about. I only remember it was a port town because my old man worked on merchant ships. He was back and forth between home and work quite a lot. Mom was sick for as far back as I can remember her, and I barely do remember her. I mostly only know of her what I was told by my dad. She'd been sick since shortly after I was born, I was mostly taken care of by my mom's live-in nurse up until I was five, when my mom died. Then Dad took me on his ship, and I've been sailing ever since.
Didn't start out a pirate, we were just between merchant vessels a lot. No specific one; after Mom died, we'd stop at one town and Dad'd find work on another ship willing to take us both. I had to work for my stay as well. Normally cleaning and washing dishes and feeding livestock, things of that general nature. Good times.
Five years down the road or so, the vessel we were on, a fairly small one, was ambushed and overtaken by pirates. Half the crew was killed. The other half was taken and sold into slavery. I was among the latter half, my father was among the former. I somehow managed to hide his rifle and keep it with me even after I got sold to a well to do family as a servant. To put it bluntly, I wasn't treated well, and I spent a year nicking money from them before I ran off. I stole a dinghy, took some food and water, a compass, and a map, as well as that money. I discovered pretty quickly that I knew absolutely nothing about navigation, and managed to crash at a deserted island. I went to sleep one night and drifted, and I woke up to my boat crashing into a cliff face. Luckily it wasn't far away from a rather rocky beach.
I managed to drag the remains of the boat there, decide I couldn't fix it, and salvage some food and water. Had about enough left for a week, maybe two if I half-starved myself. I did indeed half starve myself. There was no wood or plant life for starting a fire; it was basically just a rather large rock. Cooking any fish or seagulls was out of the question. I had what supplies I had brought and managed to salvage, nothing else.
I was on the island for a couple weeks, running very low on food and water. Weak, sunburned from lying on a large dark rock and practically cooking alive. It was pure luck that a ship happened across the island and I was spotted. I didn't really have the strength to move and was taken aboard the ship without knowing much of what was going on. I regained myself pretty quickly when I saw this ship was flying a black flag. A pirate flag.
Remember, now. The only experience I had with pirates up to this point was watching them kill my father, and subsequently being sold into slavery by the very same pirates. I wasn't exactly happy about the arrangements. Talking with the captain, a man called Gol D. Roger who I would eventually come to look at as a father figure of sorts, only offered me a very slight change of heart at first. Rather than elect to go back onto my rock and continue cooking until I was well-done, I decided to grudgingly stay with these pirates aboard the Oro Jackson, a very sturdy, very well-built, very large ship.
These truly weren't the same variety of pirates as those that had ambushed that merchant ship, and I grew to realize this over the next few years. I made friends among other young recruits, though my attitude at this point still wasn't exactly the best. It didn't improve when Lyon boarded the ship either. Lyon... the only reason Silvers had us save him after the idiot fell off of the side of the ship--which, mind you, he had singlehandedly been trying to hijack; there were only three of us on the ship at the time, but he seemed to think he could sail a ship of that size by himself--was because of his name. Maybe his devil fruit abilities had a little to do with it, but it was mostly the name. Lyon. He shared a surname with the highest bounty on the seas, Lyon D. Helena, a demoness that could single-handedly slaughter an entire town if given good reason to. Stories of her echoed from her time as a pirate some fifteen, twenty years prior even to that day, and her name was feared.
Silvers, more or less, feared that if this idiot was her son, and we let him drown after falling off the ship, then the entire crew of the Oro Jackson would be quite doomed. Yet letting Lyon aboard the ship didn't exactly help either; so it turned out, though Lyon fiercely denied even having a father, the Marine captain Garp was his dad. Garp was already chasing after Roger at this point, and this only made him even more diligent in this quest. Roger had a good old time with it; he loved outgunning and outsmarting Marines on a regular basis, it was all just part of the fun of being a pirate for him. Silvers was at his wits end, poor guy. I don't know how he managed to stay sane through it all. I had to babysit Lyon's kid only a semi-regular basis, and Silvers was left in charge of me, Lyon, Buggy, Shanks, and all the other younger recruits. Some job for a first mate. I think the Garp/Lyon drama made the rest of his hair go gray... admittedly, it could have also had something to do with the fact that Lyon and I used to try to kill each other on an hourly basis, but who's to say, really?
When Roger got sick a couple years later and decided to turn himself in, his crew was mostly lost. Older members retired from piracy, the young bloods went out on their own; Roger had started a golden age for us, and we weren't forfeiting it. Lyon tried to call a truce with me. He and Shanks were going to go on a small caravel vessel. Buggy had already refused to travel with Shanks, and I took the same stance. I said no, flat out. I gathered my own crew quickly in the town Roger had been executed, and stole their caravel. I did toss them down a dinghy, but it was mostly to add insult to injury, so that doesn't exactly redeem me much. As I said, I used to be a complete ass.
My goal became to find the name of the man who had killed my father, track him down, and kill him. No negotiations; he had taken my father's life and I fully intended to make him pay with his own life. It was a couple years later that I came across Lyon again. Just for old time's sake, I had my crew storm his ship and overtake it; and then Lyon actually pointed me in the right direction. The man who had killed my father was a man by the name of Zolt Dragnus. He had lived on the same island as Lyon for a few years before Lyon left town, had apparently been a pirate. Just for insurance, I took his first mate with me. Sedna Beckman. This struck quite badly with Lyon, who ended up following me at a relatively safe distance all the way to his hometown; poor guy had been in love with her, apparently. It took ages to find the island, as it was protected somehow from being picked up on any compass or log posse, but we found it. I went in alone, found Dragnus, and shot him through the skull while his wife and children cowered in another room.
Did I say I was an ass? Sorry. I meant I was practically Satan. Really, if I met myself from six years ago, I'd be dead scared of me.
And I went back to my ship... to be informed that the lovely Ms. Beckman had escaped from the brig and went onto the island on business of her own. Great, I thought. I had intended to be true to my word and return her in one piece to her captain if he hadn't been lying to me about Dragnus. He hadn't. I went back ashore and tracked her down and narrowly managed to save her from getting herself killed. Of all the people on the island, she had gone and picked a fight with her captain's mother. She knew the stories perfectly well, but didn't care; her parents had been pirate hunters, and this woman had killed them when Sedna was quite young. Sure, I could understand the situation; I had just killed my father's murderer, after all. That, however, was different. Lyon D. Helena was far more dangerous than old Zolt, and if Sedna got too daring she might have been returned to her captain in hundreds of tiny, minced pieces, and that would not have been a particularly good thing.
She did get too daring, but luckily it seemed the killer in Helena had long since disappeared. Of course she fought back, but didn't kill her challenger, only knocked her unconscious. Before returning to her house, this motherly, middle-aged woman that had once been feared world-wide told me to apologize to Sedna on her behalf whenever the girl woke up, that she would have done it herself but had a feeling that she would only attempt murder again if she woke up on the island rather than a horizon away; and also, she told me to inform her bratty ingrate of a son to bring back her damn guitar now.
Slightly disoriented and amused, I left, and made sure that security on the brig was as tight as possible until we were a good distance from the island. Sedna didn't wake up until the island took up maybe a twentieth of the horizon at the absolute most; she certainly did attempt to escape anyway, until I allowed her out onto the deck to see just how far away that island was. She was escorted back to the brig. I later gave her Helena's message to Sedna, who spat in my face as thanks. I later delivered Helena's other message to Lyon when returning his first mate, who just sort of laughed nervously in a way that suggested he had every intention of steering clear of his hometown for as long as possible.
I suppose it was around this time that I saw the error of my ways. In my thirst for revenge, I had become exactly the sort of person that Dragnus himself had once been. I think, more than anything, it was the simple fact that he had a family, a son, who had at the very least heard his father be killed by a cold-blooded pirate. Regardless, my revenge had been carried out; I was just another pirate aimlessly sailing the Grand Line in search of riches and adventure. I definitely started lightening up.
Few years passed, and I got in a rough spot with some marines. My crew held quite strong for a good long time, but more Marines were showing up, and we were gradually outnumbered. There was one other crew of pirates on the island we were fighting outside of: Lyon's. Irony at it's best, I suppose; I certainly wasn't expecting any help and intended to have my crew stand down soon, if they would.
I was surprised when one of the marine ships was rammed at the side by the other pirate vessel at the island.
It didn't matter either way. There were more marines than there were pirates still, and members of both crews perished--more among my crew as we were being aimed upon specifically for having stolen a devil fruit from the possession of the first Marine ship that opened fire on us. What remained of our crews when we surrendered were taken into custody, mostly on separate ships. Lyon and I ended up on the same ship, for the first time in ages, locked in the hold of one of the marine ships in the same cell. Lyon was a wreck, even after the medical team worked on him. He had acted as a human shield at one point for his first mate; apparently the feelings had become mutual since the last time we met, as the two had a very young daughter. Karimi was aboard a different marine ship with her mother, who had been badly wounded.
I wasn't badly injured, as I tend to fight from a distance. Lyon had helped me. I decided I was going to return the favor. I managed to trick our guard into opening up our cell door, and succeeded in knocking him out using my own handcuffs. Got the keys off of him and unlocked them, then got everyone elses' and Lyon's--he hadn't been in quite so bad shape; they had used cuffs on him that severely weakened devil fruit users and negated their powers so he couldn't just escape.
By the time we finished overtaking the marine ship we were on and storming the other to retrieve what little remained of our crews, Sedna was already dead. Needless to say, quite a few Marines followed suit--Lyon was out for blood. We took this Marine ship after most of the crew had either been slaughtered, jumped overboard, or made it to the other ship. The other ship was too afraid to come after us.
All of this led to our crews banding together. I took spot as first mate, under my own suggestion. Karimi stayed on board the ship, leaving Lyon as both a captain and a father and therefore in a rather rough spot. Karimi spent the first five years of her life at sea with her father and his crew. Shortly after she accidentally ate a devil fruit herself, one that gave her the unfortunate ability to hear thoughts, Garp tracked down Lyon at Jaya. In an interesting and even more unfortunate string of events, Karimi was taken away by Garp to live with her cousin, the son of Lyon's older brother, the Revolutionary Army's leader Dragon. For such a high ranking Marine, Garp certainly didn't do a great job with his kids; he intended to do better with his grandkids, to erase piracy and revolution from their blood. Quite of job of that he did, considering Luffy and Karimi both went on to be pirates a little more than ten years later, from what I've heard. I'd have been twenty-four at around the time Karimi was taken from the ship, so my story ends right around there.
As far as being a Muse? Simple enough. Comma here decided she needed a pirate muse and I sort of fit the bill. I had to tag around Akino for a while until he approved me and all worked out.
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=O Long bio is long.
Hey, I'm your character. Not my fault you overdevelop.
Oh, quiet.
*grin*
