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Talin Roche
Wed Oct 23, 2019 5:39 pmCaptain Talin Roche
Basic Character Information
Starting Bonus: Jackpot | [Starting Bonus Roll]
First Name: Talin
Middle Name/Initial:
Last Name: Roche
Epithet: N/A
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Faction: Marine
Profession:
Soldier: A Marine both in rank and acting, Talin sees his occupation being his life. Trained extensively in all matters military, ranging from the conventional skills like field medicine and trench digging to highly unconventional like fieldcraft and interrogation, he has the skill needed to undertake virtually any mission his superiors assign him, be it land or sea; a point of pride he makes sure he keeps polished.
Fighter:
Peacekeeper, Pugilist, Marksman, Swordsman, Murderer; Whatever name or title is given, when it comes to it, Talin is a fighter. Fist, Steel and Gunpowder are all part of his daily life. Rigorous training and a keen interest in all forms of combat, he goes to great lengths to be in the top bracket of his field.
Violence is to him what peace is to the layman, albeit not outright sadistic, it’s easy to confuse him as such.
Physical Appearance
Height: 6'8"
Weight: 230 lbs
Hair Style: A wild mane of hair, slicked back with small fringes and tied back in a knot.
Hair Color: Charcoal Black
Eye Color: Onyx
Scars: Innumerable all across his body, yet none distinctive.
Clothing and Accessories: Always donning the iconic Justice coat, Talin is usually clothed in a three-piece suit underneath. Tailormade to his large frame, they are lightweight and extremely durable as a fight is always around the corner. Although Talin owns suits in a variety of shades and patterns, his favourite are Pinstriped Black, usually some shade of white or grey.
His left ear is adorned with a simple circular gold earring. His tie clip is of the same material, matte gold, T. Roche engraved horizontally on the front and his Marine Code on the back.
Description: Talin is a hulking man, by all standards except giant. His limbs thick as tree trunks, hang from his stout chest, betray his strength. Countless scars marked his skin, all over his person. Spars, Bar Brawls, Arrests; They all leave their mark; and the reason he prefers to shag in the dark; It usually leaves the shock for the morning.
His face is gaunt, at best covered with light stubble, as he is unable to grow a beard, a divided moustache and sideburns being the peak of his facial hair; a fact which he has made peace with it. His fish-like eyes, as black as a moonless light, cold and expressionless, gave him a gaze which pierces friend or foe alike; Only the women he wished to bed were spared from it.
His impressive strength, coupled with his towering form and intimidating gaze, gave him a menacing aura; even to his comrades. And he made sure he had a reputation to match.
The Past
Main Traits: Steadfast, Brutal, Cold, Lecherous, Single Minded
Likes: (Endowed) Women, Drinking, Training, Fighting, “Justice”
Dislikes: Scum, Corruption, Cowardice, Disrespect, Weakness
Unique laugh: Wahahaha
Hometown: Ratwater, Rammok Isles
Personality: An austere and cynical man, Talin’s a man of few words, and those few words are usually gruff. Emotions are rare and far between, and he mostly spends his time amongst training dummies and iron weights.
Coupled with the fact that he does not suffer fools, make him a rather intimidating man, especially to serve under. He demands the utmost from his men, but he also demands more from himself and earns his respect through deeds, not words; especially after facing him in a bout of sparring.
In combat, he fights with brutal efficiency, only sparing the lives if given the command by above and even then; collateral damage is nearly always present, as he goes with full force, regardless if apprehending a low-time criminal or a bloodthirsty pirate.
A man seemingly devoid of mercy, his contempt for pirate scum is only rivalled by corrupt marines, which he makes sure to root out at every opportunity with the same method as the former.
Yet, when he is shored and off duty, his lust for booze, boobs and banquets shows. A philandering womanizer, he is notorious for his ability to get into bar fights with seemingly impossible ease. Had he not been an Officer under the World Government, many a tavern would bar him, yet the only tavern to do so, found its owners under suspicion of harbouring criminal element, and after a rather destructive search for such element, it never opened its doors again.
- History:
Talin’s story begins in the alleyways of the backwater town Ratwater; a place filled with cripples, criminals, beggars, racketeers; A wretched hive of villainy and scum, which the few honest people that were born there were too poor to leave and the dishonest ones too busy to.
Born to a whore; his mother died in childbirth and his father; an unknown man. Cradled in the arms of his dead mother, he would have surely faced a cruel life, be it dying of starvation and neglect, picked up by a slaver or simply having to live off the streets as a miscreant; Yet, a passing marine who was here for...illicit favours, He noticed the peculiar newborn, his small hands clawing at the air as he lay sucking on a half-decayed breast. Even though the empty streets were more as dangerous as a crowd in this type of town, curiosity took the better of him and seeing as the streets were mostly empty at that fateful night, he moved closer under the flickering gaslight.
As he inspected the scene further, holding his nose against the stench, he was taken aback by the sight of the babe, seemingly its body black as; only with further inspection he noticed with disgust that it’s was covered from head to toe in a swarm of flies.
As it set squirming helplessly to get the interloping insects off it, the young marine found himself unsure what to do. To add to his confusion he was not sure if this babe was even human; Its unnerving eyes, the only part of its body is not invaded by the black spread; strongly suggested otherwise.
He had never seen such a thing in his life and seeing as the mother of the baby seemed to have moved to the next world weeks, if not months ago; decided to take it with him back on the ship for a little show and tell with his buddies. Life was boring at sea, and even the usual pastimes on land soon grew boring after the umpteenth time indulging in them.
Carefully, he reached for the swaddled being, doing his best not to touch the decrepit corpse, whose grip on the babe seemed to be as tight as a vice. Having gone through all the trouble of already touching it, he pulled harder; until the grasp broke with a crack and the babe was his, although now agaited that he was taken away from his mother, feebly squirming and crying yet the flies still intent on feasting on him. Even its wail seemed inhumane.
As the lone marine walked the barren streets, he could not get his eyes off this filthy being, wrapped in a threadbare burlap that wasn’t even fit to carry potatoes, stained with egesta, let alone a child. He made it to the ship, somehow not getting beat up, robbed, killed or all of the three in his journey, the prize still in hand. The interest of his fellow Marines was as peaked as his, a mix of disgust, fear and morbid interest, yet like a gruesome trainwreck, one simply could not help but keep looking at the gore. The commotion only, caused its wail to raise even higher, causing the status quo to agree that the fun was head and it was time to dump the child into the sea before they get into trouble. Yet before this plan could be carried out, the attention of a superior officer was caught by its shrieks, a man whose right eye had been taken by beastman in his mission of justice. It twitched at the sound, a sound it had heard a long time ago. He put a stop to the charades of the men and set them back to their respective stations; taking in the babe for himself.
Although small and malnourished, he recognized what it was. As he unfurled the babe from its smelly meagre wraps to throw them away as not to stink his office, he noticed the babe’s hand was grasping a shiny coin. He took in his hands, taking a closer look under lamplight. It was no a beli coin, the etched gold having symbols that made no sense to his mind. Strange, it was like no coin he ever saw.
As lifted the crying babe to pull it away from the spoiled burlap, amongst the filth; he saw faint red lettering. Dunking it in his washbasin, staining the water a repugnant carmel. Holding it wet cloth against the light, he could barely make out the words, yet it did not take him long to make sense of the inept embroidery. He considered ending the young life there and then, his hand hovering over his loaded pistol, a sure way to end any trouble before it starts.
Yet as his singular eye caught his handing white coat, the words he saw there reminded him. A pirate might have played some sick game with it, maybe even carved it up and hung it to the mast; but this was a ship of the World Government Navy. Not sick barbarians or lowly scum.
The Marines always needed good man, and although this one was still too young to serve today, what better life then one serving Justice?
As soon as he could walk and understand the basics of going from point A to point B and doing what he was told, Talin was put to work; be it cleaning the floors, delivering messages; any odds and ends that needed to be done. He trained and studied hard in his spare time, finally rising from a simple errand boy to a marine, although the recognition he got from his peers and superiors was minimal at best. Nevertheless, he strived onwards, training harder and indulging himself in the texts of the World Government, growing larger every day. Having reached the height of a grown man in his teens, it soon became apparent that he was as fit as anyone else to carry a blade and take on the responsibilities of a full-fledged marine and thus found himself promoted to Ensign. He wore the marine uniform with pride yet his training did not falter.
It was only a matter of time that his exploits and dedication he took to taking down any form of criminal activity, ranging from petty theft to piracy reached the right ears.
Albeit his progress was hindered by the fact that most of the criminals he apprehended would go straight to the morgue and sometimes an innocent bystanders too, coupled with his lewd activities and bar brawls when off duty; somehow, the right ears heard the right words and as he entered his adult years, he bore the title of Captain; with a ship and it’s (wholly male) crew to command.
Even though he now has reached the higher echelons of the marines, his determination and brutality seem to only have increased, only rivalled for his perversion and love of strong firewater.
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Name : Castor O. Nox
Epithet : Sanpaku | The Azure Pheasant | Duke Of Lvneel | Saint Nox
Age : 25
Height : 5'9"
Weight : 175lbs
Species : Three-Eye Tribesman
Faction : Pirate
World Position : Blockbuster
Alliance : -
Crew : Nox Pirates
Ship : The Wailing Calamity
Crew Role : Captain | Navigator | Book Collector | Pride Sin
Devil Fruit : Goro Goro no Mi
Bounty : [ber=r] 620,000,000
Quality Score : S
EXP Bonus : +0.20 (To all allies)
Income Bonus : +0.42 (Turf); +0.10 (Blockbuster); +0.20 (To all allies)
Shop Discount : -20%
Crew Pool : [bel=u] 96,000,000
Balance : [bel] 2,470,815,020
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Posts : 794
Re: Talin Roche
Wed Oct 23, 2019 9:36 pmApproved :3 What's most amazing to me is, no one thought to feed the malnourished baby but focused on the coin or watching it as some side show act. Cold cold world man.
Capri wrote:Captain Talin Roche
Basic Character Information
Starting Bonus: Jackpot | [Starting Bonus Roll]
First Name: Talin
Middle Name/Initial:
Last Name: Roche
Epithet: N/A
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Faction: Marine
Profession:
Soldier: A Marine both in rank and acting, Talin sees his occupation being his life. Trained extensively in all matters military, ranging from the conventional skills like field medicine and trench digging to highly unconventional like fieldcraft and interrogation, he has the skill needed to undertake virtually any mission his superiors assign him, be it land or sea; a point of pride he makes sure he keeps polished.
Fighter:
Peacekeeper, Pugilist, Marksman, Swordsman, Murderer; Whatever name or title is given, when it comes to it, Talin is a fighter. Fist, Steel and Gunpowder are all part of his daily life. Rigorous training and a keen interest in all forms of combat, he goes to great lengths to be in the top bracket of his field.
Violence is to him what peace is to the layman, albeit not outright sadistic, it’s easy to confuse him as such.
Physical Appearance
Height: 6'8"
Weight: 230 lbs
Hair Style: A wild mane of hair, slicked back with small fringes and tied back in a knot.
Hair Color: Charcoal Black
Eye Color: Onyx
Scars: Innumerable all across his body, yet none distinctive.
Clothing and Accessories: Always donning the iconic Justice coat, Talin is usually clothed in a three-piece suit underneath. Tailormade to his large frame, they are lightweight and extremely durable as a fight is always around the corner. Although Talin owns suits in a variety of shades and patterns, his favourite are Pinstriped Black, usually some shade of white or grey.
His left ear is adorned with a simple circular gold earring. His tie clip is of the same material, matte gold, T. Roche engraved horizontally on the front and his Marine Code on the back.
Description: Talin is a hulking man, by all standards except giant. His limbs thick as tree trunks, hang from his stout chest, betray his strength. Countless scars marked his skin, all over his person. Spars, Bar Brawls, Arrests; They all leave their mark; and the reason he prefers to shag in the dark; It usually leaves the shock for the morning.
His face is gaunt, at best covered with light stubble, as he is unable to grow a beard, a divided moustache and sideburns being the peak of his facial hair; a fact which he has made peace with it. His fish-like eyes, as black as a moonless light, cold and expressionless, gave him a gaze which pierces friend or foe alike; Only the women he wished to bed were spared from it.
His impressive strength, coupled with his towering form and intimidating gaze, gave him a menacing aura; even to his comrades. And he made sure he had a reputation to match.
The Past
Main Traits: Steadfast, Brutal, Cold, Lecherous, Single Minded
Likes: (Endowed) Women, Drinking, Training, Fighting, “Justice”
Dislikes: Scum, Corruption, Cowardice, Disrespect, Weakness
Unique laugh: Wahahaha
Hometown: Ratwater, Rammok Isles
Personality: An austere and cynical man, Talin’s a man of few words, and those few words are usually gruff. Emotions are rare and far between, and he mostly spends his time amongst training dummies and iron weights.
Coupled with the fact that he does not suffer fools, make him a rather intimidating man, especially to serve under. He demands the utmost from his men, but he also demands more from himself and earns his respect through deeds, not words; especially after facing him in a bout of sparring.
In combat, he fights with brutal efficiency, only sparing the lives if given the command by above and even then; collateral damage is nearly always present, as he goes with full force, regardless if apprehending a low-time criminal or a bloodthirsty pirate.
A man seemingly devoid of mercy, his contempt for pirate scum is only rivalled by corrupt marines, which he makes sure to root out at every opportunity with the same method as the former.
Yet, when he is shored and off duty, his lust for booze, boobs and banquets shows. A philandering womanizer, he is notorious for his ability to get into bar fights with seemingly impossible ease. Had he not been an Officer under the World Government, many a tavern would bar him, yet the only tavern to do so, found its owners under suspicion of harbouring criminal element, and after a rather destructive search for such element, it never opened its doors again.
- History:
Talin’s story begins in the alleyways of the backwater town Ratwater; a place filled with cripples, criminals, beggars, racketeers; A wretched hive of villainy and scum, which the few honest people that were born there were too poor to leave and the dishonest ones too busy to.
Born to a whore; his mother died in childbirth and his father; an unknown man. Cradled in the arms of his dead mother, he would have surely faced a cruel life, be it dying of starvation and neglect, picked up by a slaver or simply having to live off the streets as a miscreant; Yet, a passing marine who was here for...illicit favours, He noticed the peculiar newborn, his small hands clawing at the air as he lay sucking on a half-decayed breast. Even though the empty streets were more as dangerous as a crowd in this type of town, curiosity took the better of him and seeing as the streets were mostly empty at that fateful night, he moved closer under the flickering gaslight.
As he inspected the scene further, holding his nose against the stench, he was taken aback by the sight of the babe, seemingly its body black as; only with further inspection he noticed with disgust that it’s was covered from head to toe in a swarm of flies.
As it set squirming helplessly to get the interloping insects off it, the young marine found himself unsure what to do. To add to his confusion he was not sure if this babe was even human; Its unnerving eyes, the only part of its body is not invaded by the black spread; strongly suggested otherwise.
He had never seen such a thing in his life and seeing as the mother of the baby seemed to have moved to the next world weeks, if not months ago; decided to take it with him back on the ship for a little show and tell with his buddies. Life was boring at sea, and even the usual pastimes on land soon grew boring after the umpteenth time indulging in them.
Carefully, he reached for the swaddled being, doing his best not to touch the decrepit corpse, whose grip on the babe seemed to be as tight as a vice. Having gone through all the trouble of already touching it, he pulled harder; until the grasp broke with a crack and the babe was his, although now agaited that he was taken away from his mother, feebly squirming and crying yet the flies still intent on feasting on him. Even its wail seemed inhumane.
As the lone marine walked the barren streets, he could not get his eyes off this filthy being, wrapped in a threadbare burlap that wasn’t even fit to carry potatoes, stained with egesta, let alone a child. He made it to the ship, somehow not getting beat up, robbed, killed or all of the three in his journey, the prize still in hand. The interest of his fellow Marines was as peaked as his, a mix of disgust, fear and morbid interest, yet like a gruesome trainwreck, one simply could not help but keep looking at the gore. The commotion only, caused its wail to raise even higher, causing the status quo to agree that the fun was head and it was time to dump the child into the sea before they get into trouble. Yet before this plan could be carried out, the attention of a superior officer was caught by its shrieks, a man whose right eye had been taken by beastman in his mission of justice. It twitched at the sound, a sound it had heard a long time ago. He put a stop to the charades of the men and set them back to their respective stations; taking in the babe for himself.
Although small and malnourished, he recognized what it was. As he unfurled the babe from its smelly meagre wraps to throw them away as not to stink his office, he noticed the babe’s hand was grasping a shiny coin. He took in his hands, taking a closer look under lamplight. It was no a beli coin, the etched gold having symbols that made no sense to his mind. Strange, it was like no coin he ever saw.
As lifted the crying babe to pull it away from the spoiled burlap, amongst the filth; he saw faint red lettering. Dunking it in his washbasin, staining the water a repugnant carmel. Holding it wet cloth against the light, he could barely make out the words, yet it did not take him long to make sense of the inept embroidery. He considered ending the young life there and then, his hand hovering over his loaded pistol, a sure way to end any trouble before it starts.
Yet as his singular eye caught his handing white coat, the words he saw there reminded him. A pirate might have played some sick game with it, maybe even carved it up and hung it to the mast; but this was a ship of the World Government Navy. Not sick barbarians or lowly scum.
The Marines always needed good man, and although this one was still too young to serve today, what better life then one serving Justice?
As soon as he could walk and understand the basics of going from point A to point B and doing what he was told, Talin was put to work; be it cleaning the floors, delivering messages; any odds and ends that needed to be done. He trained and studied hard in his spare time, finally rising from a simple errand boy to a marine, although the recognition he got from his peers and superiors was minimal at best. Nevertheless, he strived onwards, training harder and indulging himself in the texts of the World Government, growing larger every day. Having reached the height of a grown man in his teens, it soon became apparent that he was as fit as anyone else to carry a blade and take on the responsibilities of a full-fledged marine and thus found himself promoted to Ensign. He wore the marine uniform with pride yet his training did not falter.
It was only a matter of time that his exploits and dedication he took to taking down any form of criminal activity, ranging from petty theft to piracy reached the right ears.
Albeit his progress was hindered by the fact that most of the criminals he apprehended would go straight to the morgue and sometimes an innocent bystanders too, coupled with his lewd activities and bar brawls when off duty; somehow, the right ears heard the right words and as he entered his adult years, he bore the title of Captain; with a ship and it’s (wholly male) crew to command.
Even though he now has reached the higher echelons of the marines, his determination and brutality seem to only have increased, only rivalled for his perversion and love of strong firewater.
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