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Gray
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Name : Gray Starks
Epithet : The Conqueror / Black Fist
Age : 49
Height : 10'2" / 310 cm
Weight : 1043 lbs / 473 kg
Species : Human Cyborg
Faction : Pirate
World Position : Lurking Legend (Former Yonkou)
Crew : Black Fist Pirates (Destroyed)
Ship : Sangria's Vane (Destroyed)
Crew Role : Captain (Former)
Devil Fruit : Pressure-Pressure Fruit
Haki Level : 10
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Hitpoints (HP) : 750
Attack (ATK) : 800
Defense (DEF) : 600
Reflex (RX) : 715
Willpower (WP) : 650
Level : 100
Prestige : 8
Experience Points : 18000
Bounty : 5,000,000,000
EXP Multiplier : +10% (to all allies)
Income Multiplier : +20%
Shop Discount : -30%
Berries Berries : 25,000,000,000
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Thu Dec 05, 2019 7:42 pm

Quest Description:


A hair-raising crackle in the grey sky drew out a delighted squeak from a small voice. [npc=misc]"KYAAAAA~!!"[/npc] The source of the squeak—a pygmy lass—flung her arms out with her baby fingers spread wide. If it were not for the steady grip of her carrier, she surely would've tipped over backwards. She swiftly balanced herself with a possessive grip on her mount's ears.

[npc=misc]"Ish unna waaaiiiin, Gway-papa~~!!!!"[/npc] The girl exclaimed in a nasal sing-song voice. Her pitch was high as if infected by a cold, yet honeyed like a canary in spring. Gray—the bear-like man serving as her vehicle—twisted his head up just enough to look at the straddler without knocking her off. His long orange-brown hair curtained down to his shoulders and had many poppy red cherries tied to its strands like Christmas tree baubles. [plyr=misc]"That's right~! You like rain, don't you, Merry-chan~?"[/plyr]

The chipmunk nodded like a bobblehead, making her short, sandy brown pig-tail do a salsa dance. [npc=misc]"Buzz come aat aftuh wainsh! Cawwe catsh wain beetush at thish ailun?"[/npc]

[plyr=misc]"You betcha, punchkin! We'll catch as many rain beetles as you can fill in your jar."[/plyr]

Gray hummed a cheerful ancient rhyme ambling along a soon-to-be-wet cobbled street. Showing off a billion-berry-smile, Merry flailed her head side-to-side in rhythm and occasionally mumbled nonsensical words with the chorus.

After the umpteenth threat made by thunder, a woeful downpour cursed the dingy town of Port Artor. Street vendors had prepared shelters. The quality of the awnings was no doubt a reflection of their wealth.

Activity in the market had slowed to a crawl. Stranded shoppers hurried to the eaves of the low buildings flanking the road to avoid soaking to the bone. Gray and his spirited ward were unfazed by the torrent. An inch above their skin, pellets of water struck an invisible shield and rolled off without touching a hair. Motherly bystanders murmured in judgment when they noticed the unkempt cyborg carry around his young pup through the rain with not a care in the world.

Merry plucked two cherries off of Gray's ginger hair locks. She mouthed one herself and reached around the giant's face to hold the other above his lips. Gray obediently accepted the offering like a dog eating off his owner's palm.

The ox and the little calf wandered through the town until they found a park suited for a bug hunt. This piece of open green land was hidden away within a den of misery and depression. The buildings nearby were decrepit, and the roads, neglected. The few folks who lingered in the vicinity looked more suspicious than an elephant playing possum.

The pair's buggy enterprise blinded them to the dubious nature of their surroundings. Their one-track-minds guided their hunt for the elusive rain beetles. Merry darted from one bush to another, shouting an off-key rain song. The rope belt tied like a butterfly behind her bounced like a tail with each step. She screeched whenever she mistook a cockroach, acorn, or human litter for a beetle.

Gray pursued her lazily until her bottomless energy drained him into resigning. A shoddy bench served as his temporary relief—even if it was ill-suited for ten feet and a thousand pounds of muscle and metal. He shuttered his weary eyelids and allowed the rain to cool them. He cleared his mind and let the distant sounds of the city fill the vacancy.

Port Artor was one of the more famous coastal cities of Ilisia. A stone's throw away (at least a stone's throw away for Gray) from this trade port was the 45th Marine Branch. Even after the recent alleged NRA assault on Lumina Bridge, the increased Marine presence had failed to polish (police?) the lawless face of the Ilisian coin. The disreputable denizens of the island leveraged the corrupt nature of the marine officers stationed there. And from what he had heard, even the kingdom's royal family could be counted among that lot.

Meanwhile, his charge had fled the confines of the park in search of one thing or another.




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Maxwell
[Episode] Is that man salty cause he's made of salt? Vk6odI4
Tracker

Name : Richard Maxwell
Epithet : Plague Rat
Age : 49
Height : 6'0" / 183 cm
Weight : 160 lbs. / 73 kg
Species : Human
Faction : Pirate
World Position : Supernova
Haki Level : 3
Hitpoints (HP) : 251
Attack (ATK) : 300
Defense (DEF) : 500
Reflex (RX) : 600
Willpower (WP) : 215
Level : 68
Experience Points : 6845
Bounty : 235,000,000
Quality Score : S+
Income Multiplier : +20% (to all allies)
Shop Discount : -10%
Berries Berries : 144,530,000
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Sat Dec 07, 2019 7:16 am
Whistling winds pushed a modest passenger ship to the harbor, away from the roiling seas. Seasoned sailors went to welcome the vessel in the appropriate manner. The sails were rolled up, the ropes were secured and the walkway was plopped against the cold stone. Soon a stream of colorful travelers stepped ashore. Their idle chatter filled the air. Young and old, odd and plain, fancy and subdued... It was a human rainbow in many ways. Between the so many new faces and outfits, one could easily get lost in the crowd.

Some preferred it that way.

Among the passengers strutted a dapper fellow in a chocolate-colored suit, lugging a bulky suitcase that looked comical next to his lanky frame. Sickly green eyes scanned the surroundings carefully. A deep breath filled his lungs with fresh air. Aah... Port Artor. The shining seaside jewel of the illustrious Ilisia Kingdom! ...Or something equally pretentious. He didn’t read the tourist pamphlet all that closely. Nor did he care, frankly. He didn’t come all the way here to sightsee, you know... After narrowly escaping Las Camp, which was a story he would rather not reminisce, he had decided to take it easy for a while. Keep it simple. Stick to what he knew. Smuggling weapons and illicit substance was basically a vacation compared to... that other place... The mere thought made him shudder.

A sudden crackle snapped the crook out of his pondering. He directed a quizzical glance upwards. The gray curtain loomed over the city like a bad omen. Somewhere in the distance, a flash heralded a deep rumble. His gaze narrowed. “Don’t you dare...” He muttered under his breath, a tired plea to the heavens. But, as any traveler knew, Mother Nature would and did dare. As if out of pure spite, the heavens responded by opening the floodgates. Heavy downpour whipped the rat as he scurried along the wet streets. Luckily there weren’t many people present, because the bitter things that he grumbled to himself were not appropriate for children.

After a mad dash through the city, the rat finally found some shelter at the edge of a particular park. He was naturally drawn to the decrepit and dubious scenery. This was the kind of places where nobody asked too many questions. If they knew what was good for them. He snuck into a lonely, little shack. Empty. Lonely. Barely four walls and a roof, slightly slanted to the side. Only once the rain stopped drumming his back he finally stopped running. Slouching against the wall, he wheezed weakly. His lungs protested against this foul torture called exercise. Shaky fingers dug out a pack of cancer in stick form. One was propped between his lips. A lighter was brought next to it. Click... Click, click click... His hand drooped with a heavy sigh.

Soaked to the core...

The suspicious silhouette set down his suitcase. With a pair of clicks, the twin locks opened. He rummaged around until he found his trusty burner. Gas needed but a spark... An orange flame flickered, filling the shack with wavering light. He set a tripod above the burner and continued rummaging. Usually his hot-headed companion was meant to heat up chemicals, but every now and then it got to pretend that it was a tiny stove. He dug up a cold can. Zeff's Pork & Beans, the label proudly declared. He gagged a little as he got the lid open and the pungent smell stabbed his nose. Eugh... Well... At least it was quick, cheap and filling. Three out of four wasn’t bad, as far as meeting requirements went. The can was unceremoniously plopped onto the tripod. A real chef would’ve shaken their head at the arrangement.

Leaving the beans alone for the moment, the crook set aside his hat and removed his coat. Gently he started to squeeze the excess water out of his clothing. Couldn’t wring silk, you know. It left creases at best and tore the fibers at worst. Little by little the droplets pooled at his feet. Next he snatched a comb from his pocket. It was essential to look at least somewhat presentable for the upcoming meeting. First impressions could make or break a deal. His wandering eyes searched for any sort of mirror, until they found the cracked glass pane of a window. It would do. While the rat groomed his whiskers and fur, the scent of warm food started drifting in the air.

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Gray
The Conqueror / Black Fist
Tracker

Name : Gray Starks
Epithet : The Conqueror / Black Fist
Age : 49
Height : 10'2" / 310 cm
Weight : 1043 lbs / 473 kg
Species : Human Cyborg
Faction : Pirate
World Position : Lurking Legend (Former Yonkou)
Crew : Black Fist Pirates (Destroyed)
Ship : Sangria's Vane (Destroyed)
Crew Role : Captain (Former)
Devil Fruit : Pressure-Pressure Fruit
Haki Level : 10
[[haoasc]][[busoasc]][[kenbunasc]]
Hitpoints (HP) : 750
Attack (ATK) : 800
Defense (DEF) : 600
Reflex (RX) : 715
Willpower (WP) : 650
Level : 100
Prestige : 8
Experience Points : 18000
Bounty : 5,000,000,000
EXP Multiplier : +10% (to all allies)
Income Multiplier : +20%
Shop Discount : -30%
Berries Berries : 25,000,000,000
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Mon Apr 04, 2022 3:21 pm

The pitter-patter of raindrops on a cobblestone street failed to drown the excited squeaks of a young adventurer.

[npc=misc]"Combackeer! Ahm unna catshu!"[/npc] She screeched as she clumsily dashed through a dingy alley after a wily rain beetle.

The beetle whizzed away as if its life depended on it. And maybe it did. The little huntress maintained pursuit. Wet roads and uncivilized quantities of litter were no obstacles to her. Every slip and trip on the path only made it a worthier challenge. She shrugged off each knee scrape and elbow bump with sprightly yelps.

After a satisfyingly long chase, the huntress finally cornered her prey. They had reached a narrow dead-end filled with dumpsters and trash cans. Glowing white eyes lurked in the dark corners of the blind alley.

[npc=misc]"Ahhve gotshu naw!"[/npc] She declared smugly and locked her fists to her waist to strike a victory pose.

The beetle panicked and flew in circles, no doubt looking for a way out. Streams of sweat rolled from its shiny black shell when it pivoted back to meet its impending doom.

The pygmy huntress revealed a glass jar. Where exactly she had been keeping it was a mystery for another day. An Atlas and a rhinoceros beetle looked out from within the transparent prison. They shook their horned heads in sympathy and prepared to witness another abduction. They knew what fate awaited the rain beetle.

Or perhaps not.

A snarling beast leapt out of the shadows. It swatted the beetle down on a closed dumpster and pinned it under its mangled paw.

The huntress shrieked.

[npc=misc]"Whaddaya fink yer doin' on mah durf, li'l buddahfly?"[/npc] Asked the monster. One of his eyes glowed golden brown, while the other was missing entirely with a scabrous scar in its place. The rest of his body was no different. Faded stripes and numerous half-healed injuries and pustules covered his mangy grey coat. Even his skinny tail ended prematurely in a stub. If ugly had a description, it would be this.

The beast wrenched his paw left and right over the rain beetle to assert his ownership.

[npc=misc]"Ah woz jush catshin dat wain beetush. Ish maan! Gibbid bag!"[/npc] The huntress said, unfazed by the beast's display of dominance.

The beast cackled maniacally as its minions started to step out of the dark one after the other. The dirty creatures surrounded the girl as their boss spoke. [npc=misc]"Yew fought yew could hunt in Senior Wowder Meowkinses terr'durry wifoud hiss purrmission? Mewhahahaha! Yew fought wrong!! Git 'er lads!"[/npc]

The feral goons converged on the huntress in unison. Her brows crumpled. She would have her prize back come hell or high Wowder. She charged Senior Meowkins and threw a blind straight right into the beast's pompous face.

The creature rocketed away, almost leaving its one shocked eye behind. Its minions' nearly lost their eyes too when they popped out of their sockets to watch their boss fly. With a united "ehhhhh?!!!" coordinated better than an award-winning choir, the cats realized the depth of their inferiority. Some fled while others stayed behind to bow down to their new boss. But, the huntress was not interested.

Her glib smile returned when she pawed the feeble rain beetle and plopped it into its cell in the company of its Atlas and rhinoceros cousins. [npc=misc]"All maan!"[/npc] She chirped before strolling out of the Senior Meowkins' former territory.

[npc=misc]"Ahm hungee naw,"[/npc] The huntress admitted to her insect prisoners while searching for a way back to her human mount. As if on command, the faint scent of warm food managed to pierce through the smell of rain and piss. Her nose perked as she sniffed the air and started down another muddy street.

She traced the scent's origin to a derelict shack like a starving bloodhound tracking game. Rats skittered away from the structure when she approached the entrance. The door was battered and unhinged from the threshold.

The huntress dashed in and out of the rain only to find a business-looking fellow standing by fiddling with his moustache. Her gaze acknowledged a can on a stove with a mouth-watering pig painted on its side. But, she had not forgotten her manners.

She walked up to the gentleman holding her jar behind her back, stood on her toes, and pleaded puppy-eyed. [npc=misc]"Hi, missher! Mahname ish Mawy Byanka Dwagun. Cuda half sum food, peez?"[/npc]

Elsewhere, a few moments before, a cyborg opened his eyes to the heavens. A screaming cat flew over his head. [plyr=misc]Weird dream,[/plyr] he thought as he shut his eyes again to resume the nap he did not know he had started.





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Maxwell
[Episode] Is that man salty cause he's made of salt? Vk6odI4
Tracker

Name : Richard Maxwell
Epithet : Plague Rat
Age : 49
Height : 6'0" / 183 cm
Weight : 160 lbs. / 73 kg
Species : Human
Faction : Pirate
World Position : Supernova
Haki Level : 3
Hitpoints (HP) : 251
Attack (ATK) : 300
Defense (DEF) : 500
Reflex (RX) : 600
Willpower (WP) : 215
Level : 68
Experience Points : 6845
Bounty : 235,000,000
Quality Score : S+
Income Multiplier : +20% (to all allies)
Shop Discount : -10%
Berries Berries : 144,530,000
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Sat Apr 09, 2022 6:52 am
Between the relentless rain and the squeaking colleagues, the rat had started tuning out the surrounding sounds. He was here for the shelter, not for the ambience. Lost in thought, he brushed his whiskers idly. Perhaps that’s why the sudden voice sent his little, black heart briefly up into his throat.

Richard recoiled with a startled squeak. The beady, green glare shot towards the stranger. He nearly tripped over his own feet with how quickly he spun around. Trembling fingers scrambled desperately for the lapels of his jacket, reaching for the holster hidden within.

Once the hammering heart came back down, the reality finally registered between the coward’s ears. J-just a kid, the relieved and confused echo confirmed. And to think he had almost shot her... A terrible mistake that would’ve been... Bullets were far too expensive to waste on a street urchin.

With a deep breath, the conman covered his surprise behind a friendly façade. “Ah, hello there. My name is Fwa-er Franky.” He corrected himself, almost getting caught up in her pace. “Nice to meet you, Mary.” Yet, like all masks, it was hollow. Something was missing. His smile didn’t quite reach his eyes...

The old doctor knew the value of human life. Often down to a Berry. Where others might see a lost child, he saw his next ticket to riches. His cold, calculative stare burrowed deep beneath her clothing, skin and flesh. Kidneys, liver, heart... Every single organ had a price tag tangling from it.

Brushing the numbers aside for now, the criminal stepped over to his makeshift stove. “Hungry, are we? Well, of course I’ll share some food with you.” He held up a finger. “In fact, your timing is excellent. It’ll be ready soon. I just need to season it first.” He lied with practiced ease.

‘Franky’ reached into the gaping maw of his huge suitcase. An arrangement of sharp instruments were lined like teeth, resting on a tongue of folded clothing. He rummaged carefully, before pulling out a tiny vial. It sloshed softly with pink liquid. He snatched a small spoon as well.

Kneeling down, the dubious chef popped the vial open. He stirred the bubbling bean sludge, while slowly tilting tiny drops of the concoction into the can. One... Two... Eh, three should be enough. No point in risking liver damage. The pungent, meaty scent grew slightly sweeter, almost resembling honey-glazed pork. Almost. If one pinched their nose shut and pretended really hard.

While stirring, the rat continued his idle chatter. “Quite the weather out there... Caught me off-guard, to be honest...” His venomous eyes drifted back onto the girl. Judging by her height and build, she was around four, perhaps five... Definitely no older than six. The dirt and mud were telltale signs of poverty. Rich kids didn’t look like they had been spelunking the alleyways.

That meant no one would miss her.

Still, it never hurt to check. Kidnapping some wealthy moron’s eccentric child was an amateur mistake the crook didn’t want to repeat. He had government hounds nipping at his heels even to this day... The mere memory made him shudder.

With that in mind, the criminal cocked his head curiously. “Say, young lady, aren’t your parents worried that you might catch a cold while playing in the rain?” He questioned casually, imagining himself as a viper slyly coiling around its prey.

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