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last updated: April, 18

Name: Kaitou Kainan
Age: 18
Gender: Male
HairColor: Purple, mid length almost reaching his shoulders.
EyeColor: Green
Clothing: Currently wearing a Marine Uniform and a strange collar made from seastone.
Height: 6'5"
Weight: 185lb
Build: Thin and agile, has more muscle on him than he looks.
Occupation: Marine (forcefully made one by Kon.)
Weapons: None
Accessories: He would usually wear two gold loop earings, one in each ear. One silver necklace under his shirt that has a serpent like dragon on it, but he's not allowed to wear them in the Marines.
Other: Two snake like dragons, one on each forearm. Colors are mostly black, red, and gold. A long scar down his chest, what from you'll have to ask him. Now has a tattoo on his back that says Marine and has the Marine symbol.
Personality: Loves food. Often eats a lot and will sometimes claim he's starving an hour after eating. Hates loosing to anyone, especially women. Doesn't like getting help from people, with the exception of the pirate crew he was with. (though he wouldn't want help from them now) Also has an irrational fear of the dark (Achluophobia), though it's not quite as bad as it once was.

Bio: A pirate that was the last to survive a brutal attack that knocked off all his crewmates. At least that's what he wants people to think. He ended up on Grotto Isle.

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Name of Ship: None, crashed.
Name of Pirate or Bandit Group: Formerly with the SnakeFang Pirates. Now forced to be a Marine.
Status of PirateGroup or Marines: Marines.

Fruit power-
Name of Fruit: Kage Kage fruit or Shadow fruit.
Type of Fruit: Logia (Elemental) Meaning he can make his body into a shadow.
Powers: His powers are different during the day and night.
Day: Can move through shadows as a shadow. Can't be physically hurt in this form unless suddenly exposed to light. Can pop in and out of shadows about 3 times in a short period of time before being too tired or dizzyingly sick to even use his shadow powers. Can move as a shadow through light for about 5 seconds before becoming very tired and not being able to maintain shadow form any longer.

Night: Has the daytime powers, but they're much stronger and can last longer. Can pull others into, envelope, others into complete darkness - which is virtually suffocating and very cold. He can create shadow monster illusions (smaller during a full moon, larger during a new moon). Can also shoot a spike or other illusion from the ground and keep it solid - but only for a few seconds... New moon he can completely envelope himself in shadows and take on a more demonic appearence (with choice of wings or not), which is all composed of shadows...

Weaknesses: Light weakens him - forces him to extreme fratigue. Is almost like a vampire when it's sunny out and will avoid walking in it if at all possible. And, of course, not being able to swim.

Other: At night he is at his strongest and during the day, his weakest. The moon also determines how much power he has. Nights of a newmoon, when there is no light at all, he is very powerful. During a full moon, he is weaker, but not as weak as during the day.

Name: Black Sam Rackham
Age: 30 or so... Its hard to tell
Gender: Male.
HairColor: Raven black... it's moderately spiked, and just long enough to flutter in the wind.
EyeColor: Black. Why? Because I said so, thats why. No questions!!
Clothing: Special, two uniforms. The first, his 'Woah CRAP I look cool in this' outfit, consists of the following:

Black leather boots, they end just below his knees and contain a hidden dagger.
Deep grey pants. Thery were black once, but long use has caused some of the color to bleed out.
A black coat... it looks expensive, and keeps him dry.
A Piraco Nifty Posessed Pirate hat! Erm... well... it's not posessed... but it does have the Piraco logo stamped on the side... or it could be that Black Sam just had a wee bit too much time on his hands and put the stamp on with a piece of chalk.

The 'I'm a ninja bad-ass and happen to be working' uniform consists of... well... ninja garb. Black, lots of black.

Height: 6'3"
Weight: 133 lbs... exactly
Build: Like someone who spends hours on end binge drinking, practasing swordplay, keeping comand of his crew, and partying well into the morning on weekends.
Occupation: PIRATE!! Or, more specificly, Ninja Pirate. An Insane ninja pirate no less... with a crew of two other (slightly more sane) ninja pirates... but he is hiring.
Weapons: everyone on board is supplied with the following:
Ninja-to (ninja sword)
At least a half dozen throwing stars
A smoke bomb
Caltrops
A rope with grappeling hook.

Black Sam also carries his weapon of choice... a reinforced sharpened Spatula!

Accessories: Uh... a bit of gold... a blue feather... and the contracts of his two crew members.
Other: Meh... nothing else really.
Personality: Wild, insane, and subject to change without reason. To put it mildly, Black Sam is INSANE. Totally out of his mind. Out there. Whacked. NUTS. Just plain messed up. He also likes cornflakes.

Bio: Uh... well... he just kinda showed up one day, ship and all, and proceded to hit the bar. Dosn't talk much... but then, nobody seems to really want to speak with him. When he first arrived, he was halucinating, and flailing about wildly with a coconut. His two crewmembers aren't seen much... they usualy hide out in shadows, trying to look... er... 'ninja'.

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Name of Ship: The Poison Compass
Name of Pirate or Bandit Group: Stealth Blades
Status of PirateGroup or Marines: Active...

Name: Umi Yukino
Age: 17
Gender: Female
HairColor: Light blue cropped to her shoulders
EyeColor: Light Blue
Clothing: Stained white jerkin with simple brown breeches
Height: 5'3
Weight: N/A
Build: sligth and frail looking
Occupation: barkeep (not optional)
Weapons: Small dagger and a rapier she keeps in her room, and a pistol
Accessories: tatoo on her upper arm of a faery, (see me for image so I can think of what it is)
Personality: closed off and spiteful

Bio:A female younger charrie that is too lazy to get a job and work her way through life... so when her parents kicked the can, she went into stealing stuff from people and selling it to others..

Until one day she tried to steal from a pirate gang in the tavern.. was caught.. tied up for a few days to be taught a lesson.. and handed over to the owner of the tavern - being forced to be the barkeep

she's still paying debt to the owner of hte barkeep, who became mayor of town.. so she was forced on ownership.. until she pays her debt to the townand she hates everyone for it

but now she likes to rip people off to fill her own pocket for when the time comes.. when she joins and takes over her own pirate gang, to get revenge on the bastards that started the whole thing.

(bio gift of kk)

Name: Zako "CrimsonKizu" Kasago
Age: 23
Gender: Male
HairColor: Red and short - though at the moment shaggie, with hat hair and messy beigns. Also now sporting a pretty decent gotee - though his shaving skills aren't the best in the world.
EyeColor: Lightbrown - almost a golden color
Clothing:
Black cowboy hat (like this one = Black Hat) with a flat rim. XD a bit like VampireHunterD, but not THAT big of a hatrim =P tie on hat is red
Offwhite short sleeved shirt with a clean slit going down the center - cut with sword cause he was too hot one day
Long black felt coat with a crimson underside and gold trim
Faded red cloth belt
Dark dark red pants that are rolled up to the knee
Dark brown sandles
Height:5'11
Weight:A good 172
Build: Clean muscle-tone, what you'd expect from someone living on the highseas.
Occupation: Cpt of Pirate group
Weapons: Cutlass w/ black sheath - handle/hilt is silver with red crossings
Accessories: Has a silver, black, and red pendant spaed into his pirate symbol. And an eyepatch that's black with logo in red on it.
Other: Is littered with scars, the most prominant being a raggid slit ripping over his left eye. Because of this he wears an eyepatch (black with logo in red). Tattoo's also litter his body - as if he got one at every place he visited. The most prominant tattoo is a large red and black dragon on his back - with wings wrapping over his sides (though it's all not seen because of his shirt and cloak). There are others, like the piratelogo on his right shoulder, seaserpent on his left thigh, sword going up his lower right leg, and a handful of tribal tattoo's up his left arm and around the dragon on his back. The only places not tattooed are his face and chest XD
Personality: Kind guy that's pretty forgiving - specially since he likes to forget small bad stuff people've done to him. Seriously, the guy can't hold a grudge if he was paid. yet a strong leader that will up and protect his crew and ship if needbe.

Bio: Still writing it out, but has alot to do with sailing, seaserpants, other pirates, drinking, and partygames.

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Name of Ship: The Zanfar
Name of Pirate or Bandit Group: CrimsonCut Kaizoku
Status of PirateGroup or Marines: Capt of group, group is active.

Logo of pirate group is a dragon skull with 2 swords crossing behind it. A scar over the dragonskullz one eye.

Definitions if you're Curious
Kizu means cut/wound/hurt
Zako means Smallfish/smallfry =P
Kasago means Scorpianfish

and.. uh.. Kaizoku means Pirate =P

Name: Morgan Faith
Age: 20
Gender: Female
HairColor: Deep Burgundy Brown, Long, usually tied up messy somehow
EyeColor: Brown
Clothing: White shirt with quarter sleeves, black vest bodice ties in front, dark brown pants, black lace up boots mid calf
Weight: 145
Build: Toned and athletic
Occupation: Searching for a job
Weapons: 2 Daggers, pistol
Accessories:
Other:
Personality: Calm and collected

Bio: Pirate Father supposedly dead, Mother disowned her and is now dead as well, known to take odd jobs here and there, mostly a theif but is sometimes hired to kill.

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Name of Ship: N/A
Name of Pirate or Bandit Group: N/A
Status of PirateGroup or Marines: N/A

Name: Reiji Azuma
Age: 19
Gender: M
HairColor: Black and spiked....u know what just think the usual Reiji hair. bandanna and all (japanese bandanna not the pirate one)
EyeColor: hazel on the inside that transitions to green on the outside
Clothing: Think Wu Fei without his white shirt thing. yep. the white pants with a black 'wifebeater'
Height: 5' 10''
Weight: 160lb
Build: muscular
Occupation: looking
Weapons: Rapier, molotov(s)
Accessories:
Other:
Personality: unlike my other Reijis this Reiji is not cold hearted. Hes more like the Hiro we all know and love....just not as gullable :P

Bio: grew up wanting to be a sailor and eventually achieved his dream....then he accidentaly set off one of his molotovs 3 minutes after the ship he was on set sail and it sank. how he cant get a job.

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Name of Ship: does it matter? it only lasted 3 minutes on its maiden voiage
Name of Pirate or Bandit Group: (If you're a pirate or bandit)
Status of PirateGroup or Marines:

Name: Kel Kasago (Not her real name and no relation to Zako :P )
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Hair Color: Long red hair that comes down to her waist, pulled back in a ponytail, with a plain, black bandana tied around her head
Eye Color: Green eyes with orange circles around the pupils
Clothing: A large, light blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up to above her elbows with a large dark blue stripe going across the front and Zako's pirate logo in black on the right side, a pair of large brown pants with the legs rolled up, tied with a black sash around her waist, and a pair of sandals.
Height: 5'1
Weight: 110
Build: Thin and delicate-looking, but very athletic
Occupation: Weaponsmith
Weapons: A small metal mallet, an oversized fork, and her pet kitten named Gil (She's a kid, gotta be creative. :P )
Accessories: A small, silver chain necklace with a dolphin pendant.
Other: A tattoo similar to Zell's from FFVIII on the left side of her face.
Personality: Cheerful and a bit hyper-active at times. She hates marines, mostly because she was pratically raised by pirates.

Bio: A young girl who grew up sheltered by her father. She wanted to do something else than just be a housewife and, at around the age of 8, started bothering the local weaponsmith to teach her how to make swords and guns. When her father discovered this, she ran away and became a stowaway on Zako's ship. She was allowed to stay with the CrimsonCut Kaizoku, provided she work on their weapons and swab the decks.

Because she was so young, Zako didn't want her to stay with them very long. He dropped her off at a large port city for her to stay and would go back and visit her a few months later, only to quickly discover when he'd leave that she had gotten back on board. This happened several times before she was eventually dropped off at Grotto Isle about a year ago. Zako made her promise that she wouldn't sneak back on board this time. She used the money she saved while with them to set up a weapon's shop. She's still working on making a name for herself as a famous blacksmith, making sure she's known to the pirates and other people who stop by.

Name: Konran Kanryou
Age: 28
Gender: Male
HairColor: Orange (not a redhead, but orange) very long, down to his shoulders if worn down. However, it's always spiked up, apikes going every which way. Also has a long gotee, braided into two, with beads in them.
EyeColor: Blue / Green (changes depending on mood)
Clothing: fairly bagy pants, and a loose fitting button down shirt. (think the oracle's protector from the matrix) but all black. An orange symbol on the back.
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 230
Build: fairly slim, but despite his build, has noticable muscle
Occupation: Marine Elite
Weapons: Usually bare handed, but also master at using a staff and dual swords as well. Has a staff of sorts always strapped to his back, which comes apart to form two swords. Hard to explain so here : http://www.bladesunlimited.co.uk/e-comon/steel2-1.gif
Accessories: couple daggers at his side, and some throwing stars hidden in shirt
Other:
Personality: Strong and powerful enough, he enjoys chasing and messing with pirates. He's usually friendly and outwardly nice, but has a deep evil side, which frequently comes out when he deals with his side business, which is being in charge of a fleet of 3 pirate ships. With his backing, they take free reign in their area, bringing in lots of loot. That combined with everything he takes from the pirates he catures / kills, he rakes in the money. However, his first love is creating complete and utter chaos, and if unable to mess with some pirates, he'll go out on one of his pirate ships and plunder nearby towns under another name, and uniform.

Bio: Mom died after he was born, and he was raised by pirates until age 10 or so. He was then taken in by a marine who had killed his father, and trained to be a marine. He had amazing natural ability, and his speed surpassed everyone he faced. No one could even come remotely close to touching him, and that combined with his hand to hand and weapons skill made him extremely deadly. Once old enough, around 20 or so, he murdered his new father and rose to be captain of the marine unit. He used some contacts he wrote down from the pirate days, and established a crew, finally giving that chaotic nature free reign. But he remained dignified in public, assuming the role of the good marine captain as a front.

Name of Ship: His pirate ships are actually nameless, which only add to the fear they strike into people. He also controls 5 marine ships, those not needing names either.
Status of PirateGroup or Marines: In full control over the island base, not to mention the surrounding islands and the water between them. The pirate faction he controls roams further away though to keep his marine status in good terms.

Name: Kakarrot "Deadeye"

Alias" Pyou (Man of Courage)

Age:25

Gender: Man

HairColor: Medium Spikey Golden Hair

EyeColor: Greenish-Blue

Clothing:
- Form Fitting bodysuit
- Light-weight Ceramic Black Armor
- Shoulder and Waist Holsters
- Black Treachcoat/Vest [Combat Vest from the neck to the waist, Treachcoat from the waist down] With a Giant White Phoenix Insignia on the back
- Rubber Boots covered with Light-weight Ceramic Black Shin Guards

Height: 6'2

Weight: 236

Build: Muscular

Occupation: Pirate

Weapons:
- Mini Razor-Sharp Boomarang Style Shirukens
- Crossbow Rifle w/ Various Bolts
- Modified Black Blade Shogun Shogun Style Sword
Accessories: A glove with "Phoenix Claws" attached to the fingertips

Other: A Phoenix Wing tattooed over in right eye

Personality: Very Brilliant and Strategic in his field of work, Kakarrot is two steps ahead of almost objective. Ruthless Agression is what helped him earn the respect of his crew. "Inoccence Proves Nothing" is the immortal quote that he''ll always follow. But besides is hard-rock shell he has a weak side to him

Bio:
He was born in a low-class life, that soon before he left that childhood life a tragety accurred. His baby sister, Elle, died in his arms during a massive ambush by an unknown force. Later in his life he became very strategetic in the arts of war. Little by little he throw away the competion that stood in his way for greatness. But inside of him all he wants is the killer of his baby sister. He was later given the name Pyou or Man of Courage because of his suidcal bravery in some battles then the name "deadeye" was made for him because of his execellent marksmenship with his custom crossbow rifle. Now, he still searches for the killer of his baby sister, Elle.

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Name of Ship: The Phoenix Wing
Name of Pirate or Bandit Group: The Burning Dawn
Status of PirateGroup or Marines: Captain

Name: Hitomi Ryuuboku
Age: 19
Gender: Female
HairColor: Light brown straight hair cut short to the shoulder. Tied back if need be.
EyeColor: Green
Clothing: Pants worn under her skirt, but not so long as to show from beneath it. She wears a fairly normal white blouse with a black vest thrown over it.
Height: 5’ 9”
Weight: n/a
Build: Athletic, slim and attractive
Occupation: Seamstress
Weapons:
Rapier – An adept with swords since a young age for reasons she is unwilling to divulge
A short parrying blade carried in a sheath on her back
Accessories:
Personality: Distrustful of others due to her past. Once you get past that exterior, she can be fiercely loyal. A brilliant fighter reluctant to use her skills, should they be recognized, she tends to be rather pacifistic.

Bio: Raised on a military base until the age of eleven, she grew up surrounded by soldiers and was treated much like one of the men, trained with swords and knives. When she turned thirteen, she was taken out aboard a boat and raped by the captain of the Marines. The night after their return, she killed him when he came to her again under cover of night. She ran from the base, not looking back, knowing that soon she would be hunted by the very people she had grown with. Following these events, she became distrustful of all around her, afraid they would betray her as the captain had. She also grew a fear of the water, given the location of her horrors. She found her way to the island after enduring a terrible boat ride. She had remained below the entire ride, curled into a ball behind some bags of goods. That was three years ago and since then she has made her way as a seamstress.

name:Azhure

age: 20

gender: female

hair style and color: reddish gold, and long and somewhat wavy

eye color: emerald (much can be told from the eyes)

appearance: wears a dark emerald Celtic style cloak, with the hood over her face most of the time, where only her lips show. Her face pale and her lips rosy beneath it. Underneath that, she wears a black dress, which very few have a chance to see, since she lives in solitude.

build: slim, yet somewhat muscular because of her traveling, and the fact that she is most often in battle

height: 5’6”

weight: 125

occupation: assassin and healer (what a contradiction :P)

weapons: a rapier, and a few long daggers which she hides within her cloak. All of which have intricate carvings on the flat of their blades.

accessories:She carries a worn and moth-eaten bag with her that contains her harp and a flower adorned flute made of wood. She also has a necklace that has two stones set next to each other in a teardrop shaped form. One is tanzanite and the other an emerald.

other: Though she seems cold and callus, she is truly lonely and depressed. Ever since she left to be on her own, Azhure has longed for company, instead of crying herself to sleep every night beneath the stars.

bio: Nicknamed The Wind’s Whisper due to her swiftness, and agility. Azhure will amount random acts of kindness to people, in her want for care and love, yet she always leaves quickly, oftentimes without those she helped even knowing her name.

For all her life, Azhure had lived mainly alone; by herself; to care for herself. This seemed to have made her a callow person, though in the epitome of her life, she loved every aspect of it, even if she had to view it through others eyes, since she herself seemed not to participate in life’s extraordinary bounds.

Azhure was abandoned as a child and raised by an old seafarer. Ever since his death by a towns capitalist government, she hated all that was just. Going against the rules, even though she didn’t know that the old man had truly stolen something to have deserved it. She ended up becoming an assassin in her need for money, though she doesn’t like killing. But then again, she doesn’t look down upon it and tear up either.
She had been in the need for care from someone else for a long time, though she has never had it.

(Picture of her in the uploaded thumbnail ^.^)

name of ship: Tides of Elysian (‘tis a sailboat, not a ship really. it is a large sailboat, with room for about 5 people. She sleeps every night under the stars, and sails to wherever the wind takes her.)

nickname of pirate: The Wind’s Whisper

status of group of marines: active, though she is the captain because she travels alone ^.^ She is her own captain.

Name:Erian Tag

Age: 18

Gender: Female

HairColor: Red

EyeColor: Blue

Clothing: I'll describe it when feeling less lazy. For now, takea look at the attatched sketch.

Height: 5 foot 4 inches

Weight:120

Build: Slim
Occupation: pirate

Weapons: twin pistols and a daggar/hatchet set for melee combat

Personality: She can be hot headed and often lets her mouth run ahead of her thoughts. She wants nothing more than to be accepted as a pirate by her mostly mail peers. Self concious of her gender, she constantly thrusts out an overly confident exterior. Previously she even went so far as to dress as a young boy, believing that though they might not take a young boy seriously either, atleast he'd be expected to grow up eventually.

Extra - She has no crew, and only owns a small sailboat

My AIM handle is Ldaggart

Name: Yokie "Crimson Death" Belz

Age: 20

Gender: female

HairColor: (and style or anime charrie with a style similar): Long red hair pulled up in a ponytail, Bangs slightly off to one side.

EyeColor: Hazel with a circle of Green in the middle

Clothing: skintight black pants, black boots, a white blouse, a belt, a black bandana(sp?) with a Red skull on the front.

Height: 5'3"

Weight: 110

Build: Slim

Occupation: pirate

Weapons: A Large sword, two pistols at hips

Accessories: She has a coin pouch at her left side, a large ruby penadent at her neck,
7 pricings in her right ear, 5 in her left.

Personality: She's rahter brash and crude, but she has a heart of gold and is very loyal to those she trusts. She's quick with her sword and even quicker with her pistols. She's generally a loner, but she likes to pal around with people. She's also a great pick-pocket. She's been orhpaned for a little over 12 years. She's been living on her own since she was kicked out of the orphanage in her home town.

Bio: When she was only 8 years old, her parents were killed by a pirate. She doesn't remeber who he was. All she can remember is a Black skull and rose. She was put into the local orphanage shortly after her parent's death. She was kicked out within six months of being there. She had many despline problems. After leaving, she's been surviving as a pick-pocket. As she grow older she decided to become a pirate. She has no crew or ship. She's merely a wandering pirate. Catching rides from fisherman, and other people kind enough or dumb enough to give her a ride to wherever they may be going. She's also picked up the nickname "Crimson Death" by many people. Mainly because all those who are unforante enough to cross her see nothing but crimson.

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Name of Ship: none
Name of Pirate or Bandit Group: (If you're a pirate or bandit) none
Status of PirateGroup or Marines: none

Name: Kop Nongluck

Age: 23.
Gender: male

HairColor: (and style or anime charrie with a style similar). Completely bald, eyebrows are black if you want to know... and a little bushier than one might expect

EyeColor: brown

Clothing: boxing trunk style wrap (red), leather belt (brown and worn)

Height: 5'2"

Weight: 125lbs

Build: scrappy

Occupation: laborer

Weapons: standard worker's utility knife stuck into his belt, though he wouldn't likely use it in a fight

Accessories: necklace, bracelets, and anklets of assorted shells, coral, and pretty rocks, ribon wrap around his left arm above the bicept (red)

Other: 8 limbed fighting (muay thai) experienced... practiced as a boy in his village because that's what boys in his village do. he is more likely to use his abilities to escape a confrontation than to perpetuate it

Personality: he is a human moneky... not literaly, but he acts like one.... figures, why should he be up-tight when the sun is always shining. He is a VERY cheap drunk and is a big fan of BBQed meats. Infact, he can be hired for most tasks for the price of lunch plus a pinch extra.

Bio: Kop is from a place that would be very much like Thailand. At the age of 17, he got a bad case of wanderlust as everyone in his village is prone to get and set off on a merchant ship. The majority of his past six years have been spent on various islands doing tasks ranging from guide, to performer, to hobo. Most recently, he hound himsel fin debt to a privateer named Davies and agreed to pay him off by working as a swab on his ship. After serving for a couple of months, he paid off his contract ahd got of at whatever port this story is taking place in... There was sun, there was work when he wanted it, and people seemed pretty easy going. He figures he'll go back to his village someday... but only when he is ready to get married... and that isn't gonna be any time soon.

I've attached a picture of me kickin some arse before I shaved my head.. hah!

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Name of Ship: ship he payed his contract to - Blade of Kelli May
Name of Pirate or Bandit Group: (If you're a pirate or bandit) - last worked for Davies Diamond Dogs
Status of PirateGroup or Marines: Kop has paid them off and has been released from service.

Name: Onitenshi Suterusu

Age: 19

Gender: Male

HairColor: Dark blue, coming down just past shoulder length.

EyeColor: Granite Blue-Gray

Clothing: A simple long sleeved white shirt, usually untucked and hanging over a black belt with several loops along the side, which hold numerous pieces of different colored paper, rolled up into small tubes. Faded gray pants that stop just below the ankle, revealing bright yellow-brown sandals strapped to his feet. He wears a long cape, starting blue at the top and fading to an orange-yellow at the bottom, which conceals most of his arms and legs when standing still.

Height: 5’8

Weight: 254lb

Build: Average, a little on the out of shape side.

Occupation: Artist

Weapons: Paper

Accessories: A small necklace made of long thin metal tubes with various designs carved around them and painted blue, strung along on a lengthy string. He keeps this twisted around his right-hand wrist with one loop coming out between his pinky and ring finger.
Other: He has two tattoos, one on the back of each hand -- an angel’s wing on the hand that holds the necklace, and a devil’s wing on the other.
Personality: Usually very soft-spoken and clear headed, though his dry sarcasm will usually get the better of him. He has no tolerance for egotists.

Bio: Oni came from a semi-rich island, so was never really used to manual labor or hard work. Rather, he spent most his days working on his art and his designs. Life was good for the most part. He had a loving family, and good friends. The island was far enough from most of the “busier” islands so the little village was hardly ever bothered by much. As such, most of the outside world was a mystery to Oni, and he didn’t really mind it being that way. He was content with life as it was. Then one day all fell to pieces.

A group of pirates came to the island one day, although they were simply there for a matter of restocking, the marines couldn’t be swayed otherwise. Unfortunately, this corrupt band of marines were blind to anything, for they all had belli in their eyes. A bounty on the pirates’ heads was enough to drive the marines to take them by any means. The marines put the island under siege, allowing not a soul in or out of the island. This new lifestyle lasted for many years, and eventually, the island itself was depleted of it’s resources. Famine struck the village, and the once rich town became little more than dirt farmers.

Two weeks past since Oni’s last meal, which was little more than a few berries he found crushed in the ground. Hunger, Oni found, was enough to drive a man to do idiotic things. The marines were stationed in town, and a few had made their way to the tavern, which held little more than a few tables and chairs these days. This didn’t stop the marines from bringing their own booze to the place… several drinks later, and most of them had passed out right where they sat. As Oni watched, his eyes wandered to a small chest on the table. There in the chest was a small, angular fruit. Before his mind could convince him otherwise, he lunged for it, ripping the fruit from the chest and devouring it whole.

Curses rang out from the marines that remained awake, and Oni was quickly grabbed and dragged outside. “You idiot!” exclaimed one of the marines, “That was the Gara Gara Fruit! That useless Devil’s fruit holds no power alone… Except for this one…” The marine threw Oni into the sea, and Oni swam… like a hammer.

From the bottom of the seabed, Oni simply watched in amazement…. He couldn’t move at all! He simply glared up at the shadows passing overhead as his lungs pushed out his last breath. Closing his eyes, the last thing he could see was a darkness above him, growing larger.

A week later, Oni woke on a pirate ship, his wounds were bandaged. The marines, as it turns out, were attacked from behind by a band of pirate… the previous one’s allies apparently. They had saved Oni, and over the years he spent on their ship, he learned of his new found powers of the Devil’s fruit.

The Gara Gara Fruit… the Design Fruit… allowed Oni’s art to become more than simple origami. It allowed him to breath life into his creations, and create whatever he may need, as long as he had some paper to sculpt it, it was his to have. This came with the additional drawback of a natural weakness to fire… but it was one he was willing to accept for such an amazing ability.

Oni now sets off to GrottoIsle, with whatever few belli he still has, in an attempt to recreate the life he once had.

Name: Seirei Amadare
Age: 19
Gender: Female
HairColor: Burgundy-black(Basically, a really dark black-purple). It’s stick straight with oddly wavy bangs, hair tied back tightly with a black rubber band.
EyeColor: Midnight Blue with flecks of ice blue around the pupil.
Clothing: Since she's currently in her 3rd month of pregnancy, she's noticing herself getting a little chubby and so she's typically dressed in a pair of baggy black flared pants and a turqouise baggy shirt with off the shoulder sleeves, black bra straps cleary showing on her shoulders, and black tennis shoes. Otherwise, she's in her marine uniform.
Height: 5’6”
Weight: 145 lbs.
Build: Lean with very lightly toned muscle.
Occupation: Marine
Weapons: Broadsword and pistol.
Accessories: Two silver hoop earrings in each ear, and a small silver chain around her neck, a white gold ring encrusted with diamonds on her ring finger, married.
Other: A tattoo on her arm and her back with the Marine symbol.
Personality: Upbeat when on her own or around friends, but when duty calls she turns cold. Follows every order to the letter, or as close as possible and she is fiercely dedicated to the Marines and her superiors. She’d never question an order unless it was incredibly out of line in her morals, which she has a high sense of. Quick to dispatch her own version of justice toward those that do wrong in her mind, occasionally she’s susceptible to manipulation by those that use her righteous feelings against her.

Bio: As a girl, she was fiercely independent and hated her father for keeping her inside instead of able to go out and learn about the world she was currently growing up in. Thus, at the age of 10, she left home without a word to her father and has journeyed to many places, before finding her calling: The Marines. Seirei has not seen her family since that day and has no idea of how they have faired, and she has no idea if they’re even alive, but that is, in fact, the furthest thing from her mind. Having learned a few tricks of the trades here and there, as a woman she keeps up well with her male peers, able to shed bits of knowledge on certain aspects of life.

Other: Despite Seirei's occassionally harsh personality, she's beginning to soften and holds the gentle aura of a person who is endowed with the power of the Healing Devil Fruit.

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Name of Ship: Ship.. like.. sink ship? Yessss. Sink evil pirate ship!
Name of Pirate or Bandit Group: Seirei: @.@ Pirates baaaaad.. must.. must kill.. pirate...
Status of Pirate Group or Marines: Marine, babycakes.

Name: Kakarrot "Deadeye" Takamo

Alias" Pyou (Man of Courage)

Age:34

Gender: Male

HairColor: Medium Spikey Golden Hair

EyeColor: Greenish-Blue

Clothing:
- Form Fitting bodysuit
- Light-weight Ceramic Black Armor
- Shoulder and Waist Holsters
- Black Treachcoat/Vest [Combat Vest from the neck to the waist, Treachcoat from the waist down] With a Giant White Phoenix Insignia on the back
- Rubber Boots covered with Light-weight Ceramic Black Shin Guards

Height: 6'2

Weight: 236

Build: Muscular

Occupation: Pirate

Weapons:
- Mini Razor-Sharp Boomarang Style Shirukens
- Crossbow Rifle w/ Various Bolts
- Modified Black Blade Shogun Shogun Style Sword
Accessories: A glove with "Phoenix Claws" attached to the fingertips

Other: A Phoenix Wing tattooed over in right eye

Personality: Very Brilliant and Strategic in his field of work, Kakarrot is two steps ahead of his opponent. Ruthless Agression is what helped him earn the respect of his crew. "Inoccence Proves Nothing" is the immortal quote that he''ll always follow. But besides is hard-rock shell he has a weak side to him

Bio:
He was born in a low-class life, that soon before he left that childhood life a tragety accurred. His baby sister, Elle, died in his arms during a massive ambush that was set up for him by a enemy of the past. Later in his life he became very strategetic in the knowledge and understandings of combat. Little by little he removed the competion that stood in his way for greatness. But inside of him all he wants is the one who was sent to hunt him down. He was later given the name Pyou or Man of Courage because of his suidcal bravery in some battles then the name "deadeye" was made for him because of his excellent marksmenship with his custom crossbow rifle.

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Name of Ship: The Phoenix Wing
Name of Pirate or Bandit Group: The Burning Dawn
Status of PirateGroup or Marines: Captain

Name: Hasaki
Age: 21
Gender: Male
HairColor: Layered black hair, come down to behind his shoulders
EyeColor: Intense, emerald green eyes
Clothing: Tattered Blue cape, a white shirt, and navy-blue pants with frayed edges.
Height: 5' 9"
Weight: 145 lbs
Build: well-defined
Occupation: A drifter... occasionally he kills a pirate in 'self-defense'
Weapons: A saber (slightly thinner than a cutlass, without the pommel guard), and a dirk; both tucked neatly in his belt.
Accessories: A simply pouched belt he uses to carry around his weapons and what little cash he has.
Other: bleh.
Personality: Aloof, intollerant of most pirates.

Bio: Managed to escape getting sunk by pirates on an old fishing boat in his teens, he learned swordplay and eventually settled down, occasionally provoking pirates into a fight to thin the more vulgar pirates' numbers.

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Name of Ship: n/a
Name of Pirate or Bandit Group:
Status of PirateGroup or Marines:

Name : Dhamon Grimwolf
Age : 26
Eye Color : light brown
Hair Color : Short Red Hair that the left extends just over the left eye
Clothing : Small sun glasses and are thin and rest on the end of his nose so that he can see over them, Blood red colored shirt in the front and black sleeves, Black pants that have a few small silver chains on them and some black shoes.
Height : 5 foot 10
Build : he's just above the average human for someone who works on weapons and benchpresses every other day but remains extreamly agile.
Occupation - A Weapon Shop Owner with a HUGE secret that his family hides ( hmm.. i smell a plot coming).
Personality - Natural good - Dhamon is an extreamly laid back personallity but stands up for what he belives in.. Pushing the wrong buttons with this charecter may be the last time you ever speak. He also tends to train with each weapon he makes incase of an emergency.

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Name: Darian
Age: 23
Gender: Male
HairColor: Long, sliky black hair that is tied losely with a black ribbion.
EyeColor: Brown
Clothing: A black mussle shirt, black slacks, black combat boots, and a black trench coat.
Height: 6ft 9in.
Weight: 220lbs.
Build: Althletic.
Occupation: Pirate
Weapons: A pirate sword and a pistol.
Accessories: A single earing in one ear and a black bandana.
Other:
Personality: Mysterious...
Bio: Not much is known about his past...but maybe if you are lucky enough he will tell you.

Name of Ship: The Black Rose.

Name: Zahren (last name unknown)
Age: mid-late 30s
Gender: Male
HairColor: Black, down to his mid back.
EyeColor: Dark red.
Clothing: Fairly casual. Boots, pants, a leather vest over a pirate-like shirt. Sometimes wears a cloak if the situation requires it.
Height: 6' 0"
Weight: 175lb
Build: Lean, but fairly muscular.
Occupation: Servant of one he refers to only as 'the Lady'
Weapons: A long, jagged black dagger.
Other: Has powers from a devil fruit allowing him to use pure energy. (much like lightning, but not quite) It can be turned into bolts of explosive energy, if enough is gathered.
Personality: Cold and will do what he needs to to accomplish whatever task was given to him.

Bio: Works for the mysterious 'Lady'. Not much is known about his past or the one he works for.

Name: Ritan Sumthria

Age: 19

Gender: Male

HairColor: Dark Brown, messy and unkempt.

EyeColor: Green.

Clothing: Ritan is known to sport a brown canvas vest that covers a dim-white undershirt. Rimmed along the young lad's waist would be a very simple, black-leather belt with a gold buckle. Very traditional looking, as far as belts go. What's not so traditional about the belt are the items lined across it. A few sticks of dynamite on the back (usually kept out of view for obvious reasons), a small brown pouch filled with shot-gun shells, and a black flask with a grinning skull and crossbones on it. Covering Ritan's legs would be a pair of worn-looking denim blue jeans, with a few patches of gray and brown fabric clumsily woven in to cover up various rips and tears. A pair of durable-looking, old-fashioned black cowboy boots. At the top of the man's head would be a stetson-style funky looking cowboy hat.

All around, the boy looks like he stepped off some crazy steam-punk themed western.

Height: Around 5'8"

Weight: Lets go with 150ish

Build: Not too skinny, not a twig.

Occupation: Wannabe legendary outlaw.

Weapons: A single-barreled shotgun, a large machete-like rusted dagger (dubbed "Brivta"), a few sticks of dynamite, and a mouth that's capable of spewing out more crude insults than an annual frias roast.

Accessories: A flask filled with booze, ciggarretes, and a seemingly never-ending supply of matches.

Other: Speaks with a very crazy dialect. A mix of western, ebonics, nadsat, and cockerney slang. Newcomers will have a very hard time understanding what he says....which is exactly why Ritan speaks in such fashion.

Personality: Wild, unstable, unpredictable. Ritan knows how to tell people exactly what they want to hear, but only does so when it proves to be in his best interests. He's often very crude, very bold, and re-defines the cliche "more bark then bite". Ritan is quick to make a challenge but slow to actually stand up to one, and will usually do anything for money.

Bio: Just another crazy kid, really. No tear-jerking backstory here. Ritan grew up in a normal family on some port town far away in some insignificant part of the world. Totally unsatisfied with being an insignificant person in the world, a young Ritan would spend his time browsing wanted posters. While most children would grow up admiring heroic captains or brave marines or knights, Ritan's heros would always be outlaws. The pirates, the bandits, the scoundrels of the world - all would be the envy of Ritan's eye.

Soon, this admiration would cause Ritan of dreaming to be the biggest baddest outlaw that ever sailed the seas. Unfortunately, the boy had absolutely no talent in sailing or sea-faring, which meant he had no potential to be a good pirate. The idea of serving on a crew or having to share his infamy with other people also irked Ritan. The boy would ultimately set upon trying to be a bandito, a wild outlaw who rode across the lands invoking fear and respect across those who knew him.

Ultimately, Ritan wanted to be public enemy number 1. But the reality he was born into had him setting up to be nothing but a mere janitor for a local bar. It wasn't until a lowly bounty hunter, who had a very-nice single barrelled shotgun, completely passed out in said local bar that Ritan would find the first chance to step towards his crazy-dream.

Even though Ritan grew up in a very nice and stable home, he immediately began to change his dialect. One that was rugged, exotic, wild, unpredictable, and suggested that he grew up in a very rough part of the world. Whenever asked where he grew up in, Ritan would always reply "Old Town", without ever specifying any island or nation or city. Another thing Ritan started to change were his studies. The boy began to study many different technological books, reading up on the basics of engineering, so he could somehow make things that would help him in his quest to become a legendary outlaw. So far, the only thing Ritan has figured out how to make is a stick of dynamite....but he proves to be far smarter than he lets on.