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Vikrum Belmont.
Sat Jan 11, 2020 12:18 pmVikrum Belmont.
Basic Character Information
Starting Bonus: Pocket Change. | [Starting Bonus Roll]
First Name: Vikrum.
Middle Name/Initial: N/A
Last Name: Belmont.
Epithet: Fallen Knight.
Age: Twenty-nine.
Gender: Male.
Race: Human.
Faction: Pirate.
Profession: Swordsman.
Physical Appearance
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 160 lbs
Hair Style: Vikrum has straight black shoulder length hair that hangs tangled behind his head.
Hair Color: Black.
Eye Color: Green.
Scars: His body is covered with scars and lesions. Raised bumpy skin is visible on most appendages.
Clothing and Accessories: Vikrum's torso is covered by a long sleeved white shirt. The neckline is cut into a deep 'v', while also having frills at the cuffs. Underneath his clothes are white linen bandages that wrap his entire body. So where one might look to find exposed flesh, like in the 'v' collar of his shirt or his hands, one would only find bandages. His right arm is fully armored by the remnants of his Knightly garb. A steel shoulder armlet connected to a gauntlet. This is secured to his torso by two leather straps that criss-cross around his abdomen. Draped around his shoulders is the yellow cloak of his former order.
His head is clad in a steel ornate Knight's helm, which he is never seen without. To eat he simply lifts the visor. Around Vikrum's wast is a green sash. Tucked in the sash is his rapier. He wears simple black pants and boots.
Description: Just a few inches over the average height and thinly built. With a slight stoop of the shoulders. His left eye is a sharp dark green with a golden ring around the iris. While his right is that of pale marble, glazed over with dead nerves. His body is greatly deformed from Leprosy. Bulging lesions speckles his face, reddening his pale white skin. The knuckles of his fingers are calloused with these lesions. Vikrum is missing three fingers. Both ring fingers were amputated at the first knuckle. While the middle finger on his right hand is completely missing.
The Past
Main Traits: Chivalrous. Psychotic. Forgetful.
Likes: Duels. Red wine. Polina.
Dislikes: Home. Dishonor. Mockery.
Unique laugh: Gegegege
Hometown: Ilusia (West Blue)
Personality: A odd individual to be sure. Madness and chivalry all mixed into one. His mind has slipped into the depths of psychosis with only brief flashes of who he once was, sprouting in the littlest of deeds. The Vikrum that exists now is solely guided by his ambition, and does not think twice of those he harms. His fate is well known to him, so he takes chances that a sane man wouldn't. Overreaching and often pushing himself to his limits. In daily life he is irritable and antisocial. He frequently drinks wine to ease the pain of his joints. His memory is fading and struggles with little details about tasks. This failing can often set him into a psychotic fit of crying or aggression.
The only sacred thing left to him is the sword. He follows it and worships the blade. Believing it is the only true way to redemption (most likely a delusion). Finding a zen like piece in crossing blades. The ecstasy of combat seems to be the only abatement of his aching body, though dueling often worsens his condition. Vikrum treats his opponents with the upmost respect, allowing them to pick up their swords if they have been disarmed. Seeing it as dishonorable to kill a unarmed man.
- Journal Log 1:
I've started this journal for my own edification, and so that I may not forget. But I am unsure as to how it should begin. Maybe with a description: My room is cold and damp. The moisture penetrates my bones. My body convulses from the pain blooming in my joints. I lay in bed shaking...
No, that isn't right. Every story must have a beginning. I was born to a family of no note in a feudal kingdom in the West Blue. Looking back upon my childhood, I see patches of memories as if my consciousness was slowly gathering. Running through a field. Laughing with mother. Father slumped over his work desk. I played pirates with the other children. They all pretended to be Hoard Marsh, but I only wanted to be a Knight. I would watch them as they roamed the parapets of the castle that loomed over our village. Brilliant in their steel gowns, cloaks billowing behind them.
Polina worked in the kitchen's of the King. She was near my age, and had a bad habit of sneaking out of the castle to play with us lower class. I have her to thank for all that I am, as she was the one to show me the hole in the castle wall where she snuck out of. The first time I went, Polina took me. We crawled through the opening. She went first, turning back only take my hand when I became stuck. The darkness was empty and smothering. I felt her hand grasp mine firmly, pulling me out from the darkness into a bright world of singing steel. The Knights danced around one another. Clashing with their practice swords. We sat together watching them until the sun faded.
I went back everyday to watch them train. At first I was timid, hiding behind carts of hay or a foreign merchant's display. As time passed so did my timidity. I can't remember my age when I first approached them, but I do remember the interrogation I received and the beating. I never gave up as to how I had gained access into the castle. After being thrown out, I would return the next day and so on. The beatings and interrogations continued for months. Though, my commitment to the idea of being a Knight never wavered. In the lead Knight's frustration, through months of this behavior, he replied to me, "Boy, tomorrow you come through the front gate. I will put a sword in your hand. If you are as dedicated to the blade as causing me trouble, then you will make a fine Knight.".
- Journal Log 2:
The day Black Fist assaulted Marine Ford, I watched the peasants cheer from atop the parapets which I had worked so hard to mount. Four years into my Knighthood marked the start of my disease. The affliction came on slowly, presenting itself in bumps on my fingers. So clueless I was then! A simple rash, I thought. For a time it was easy to hide from the Knights of my order. A bandaged hand is nothing of note in a swordsman life.
Polina was the first to notice. As it had begun to reshape my body, my mind too fell under its distortion. "Erratic. Psychotic." All words she attributed to me. When she took me to the Doctor there was only one word he used, "Leprosy". Over the next four years I lost three fingers to it, and the vision in my right eye. When the lead Knight caught me bleeding through my bandages, screaming from pain in the Knight's quarters, he stripped me of my rank. I do not recall all that I had done(my memory comes and goes), but he had listed: "Insubordination. Ignoring duties. Leaving your assigned post." As he ripped the cloak from my shoulders.
I faced derision from my fellow Knights. They laughed--all encircled around me on the day of my trial. There whispers taunting, "Leper. Freak. Unfit. Deformed.". I cried and bled through my bandages. "A Leper has no place in our Sect." They said... As to what I did next, I am not proud. Nor do I wish to recreate it here. When the last of my memories go, I do not want to rediscover it here written for me. Best to let it die and let something else be born in its place. A dream of redemption. My days of being a Knight are over. Polina will no longer speak to me for my crimes are too gruesome for love to overcome. I've been branded a Outlaw in my home, a Pirate by the marines. A tainted Knight of my order. The only thing left for me is to become the unrivaled swordsman. So that I may preserve my last shred of honor. And maybe I can become clean in her eyes once more.
Gray
[tracker=/t131-tracker-gray-starks#504]
Name : Gray
Epithet : "The Conqueror"; "Black Fist"
Age : 49
Height : 10'2" (310 cm)
Weight : 1043 lbs (473 kg)
Species : Cyborg Human
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
Bounty : [ber=r] 5,000,000,000
EXP Bonus : +0.20 (to all allies)
Income Bonus : +0.20
Shop Discount : -30%
Balance : [bel] 25,000,000,000
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Posts : 3883
Re: Vikrum Belmont.
Sun Jan 12, 2020 4:36 amThis was quite an interesting read! I really enjoyed the journal log format. Vikrum's is a dismal tale which I hope ends on a happier note for him.
I'm not sure if you wanted this to be graded yet, but if you are ready for it to be approved, please let me know and I shall do so. Before I do though, there is one small correction I'd like you to make: "Hoard D Marsh" is actually "Hoard Marsh". His real name is "Hoar D. Marsh", but that name didn't become known until the Conqueror's War.
Also, once again, I invite you to join us on Discord if you haven't done so already! We have an Approval Requests channel on Discord where you can request approvals for completed items. Alternatively, you can also request approvals in the Waiting Room, but that thread may have slower responses.
I'm not sure if you wanted this to be graded yet, but if you are ready for it to be approved, please let me know and I shall do so. Before I do though, there is one small correction I'd like you to make: "Hoard D Marsh" is actually "Hoard Marsh". His real name is "Hoar D. Marsh", but that name didn't become known until the Conqueror's War.
Also, once again, I invite you to join us on Discord if you haven't done so already! We have an Approval Requests channel on Discord where you can request approvals for completed items. Alternatively, you can also request approvals in the Waiting Room, but that thread may have slower responses.
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Re: Vikrum Belmont.
Sun Jan 12, 2020 8:22 pmEdit made, and yes I'm ready for it to be graded. Thanks!
Emi Roromiya
[tracker=/t1015-emi-roromiya#4973]
Name : Emi Roromiya
Epithet : Smiling Slayer
Age : 17
Height : 5'5"
Weight : 130 lbs
Species : Human
Faction : Pirate
World Position : N/A
Crew : Meddling Kids
Ship : The Scorned Lady
Crew Role : Navigator/ First Mate
Devil Fruit : N/A
Bounty : [ber=r] 31,600,000
Balance : [ber] 22,050,000
Posts : 117
Re: Vikrum Belmont.
Sun Jan 12, 2020 10:51 pm
Vikrum Belmont wrote:Vikrum Belmont.
Basic Character Information
Starting Bonus: Pocket Change. | [Starting Bonus Roll]
First Name: Vikrum.
Middle Name/Initial: N/A
Last Name: Belmont.
Epithet: Fallen Knight.
Age: Twenty-nine.
Gender: Male.
Race: Human.
Faction: Pirate.
Profession: Swordsman.
Physical Appearance
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 160 lbs
Hair Style: Vikrum has straight black shoulder length hair that hangs tangled behind his head.
Hair Color: Black.
Eye Color: Green.
Scars: His body is covered with scars and lesions. Raised bumpy skin is visible on most appendages.
Clothing and Accessories: Vikrum's torso is covered by a long sleeved white shirt. The neckline is cut into a deep 'v', while also having frills at the cuffs. Underneath his clothes are white linen bandages that wrap his entire body. So where one might look to find exposed flesh, like in the 'v' collar of his shirt or his hands, one would only find bandages. His right arm is fully armored by the remnants of his Knightly garb. A steel shoulder armlet connected to a gauntlet. This is secured to his torso by two leather straps that criss-cross around his abdomen. Draped around his shoulders is the yellow cloak of his former order.
His head is clad in a steel ornate Knight's helm, which he is never seen without. To eat he simply lifts the visor. Around Vikrum's wast is a green sash. Tucked in the sash is his rapier. He wears simple black pants and boots.
Description: Just a few inches over the average height and thinly built. With a slight stoop of the shoulders. His left eye is a sharp dark green with a golden ring around the iris. While his right is that of pale marble, glazed over with dead nerves. His body is greatly deformed from Leprosy. Bulging lesions speckles his face, reddening his pale white skin. The knuckles of his fingers are calloused with these lesions. Vikrum is missing three fingers. Both ring fingers were amputated at the first knuckle. While the middle finger on his right hand is completely missing.
The Past
Main Traits: Chivalrous. Psychotic. Forgetful.
Likes: Duels. Red wine. Polina.
Dislikes: Home. Dishonor. Mockery.
Unique laugh: Chichichichichichi
Hometown: Ilusia (West Blue)
Personality: A odd individual to be sure. Madness and chivalry all mixed into one. His mind has slipped into the depths of psychosis with only brief flashes of who he once was, sprouting in the littlest of deeds. The Vikrum that exists now is solely guided by his ambition, and does not think twice of those he harms. His fate is well known to him, so he takes chances that a sane man wouldn't. Overreaching and often pushing himself to his limits. In daily life he is irritable and antisocial. He frequently drinks wine to ease the pain of his joints. His memory is fading and struggles with little details about tasks. This failing can often set him into a psychotic fit of crying or aggression.
The only sacred thing left to him is the sword. He follows it and worships the blade. Believing it is the only true way to redemption (most likely a delusion). Finding a zen like piece in crossing blades. The ecstasy of combat seems to be the only abatement of his aching body, though dueling often worsens his condition. Vikrum treats his opponents with the upmost respect, allowing them to pick up their swords if they have been disarmed. Seeing it as dishonorable to kill a unarmed man.
- Journal Log 1:
I've started this journal for my own edification, and so that I may not forget. But I am unsure as to how it should begin. Maybe with a description: My room is cold and damp. The moisture penetrates my bones. My body convulses from the pain blooming in my joints. I lay in bed shaking...
No, that isn't right. Every story must have a beginning. I was born to a family of no note in a feudal kingdom in the West Blue. Looking back upon my childhood, I see patches of memories as if my consciousness was slowly gathering. Running through a field. Laughing with mother. Father slumped over his work desk. I played pirates with the other children. They all pretended to be Hoard Marsh, but I only wanted to be a Knight. I would watch them as they roamed the parapets of the castle that loomed over our village. Brilliant in their steel gowns, cloaks billowing behind them.
Polina worked in the kitchen's of the King. She was near my age, and had a bad habit of sneaking out of the castle to play with us lower class. I have her to thank for all that I am, as she was the one to show me the hole in the castle wall where she snuck out of. The first time I went, Polina took me. We crawled through the opening. She went first, turning back only take my hand when I became stuck. The darkness was empty and smothering. I felt her hand grasp mine firmly, pulling me out from the darkness into a bright world of singing steel. The Knights danced around one another. Clashing with their practice swords. We sat together watching them until the sun faded.
I went back everyday to watch them train. At first I was timid, hiding behind carts of hay or a foreign merchant's display. As time passed so did my timidity. I can't remember my age when I first approached them, but I do remember the interrogation I received and the beating. I never gave up as to how I had gained access into the castle. After being thrown out, I would return the next day and so on. The beatings and interrogations continued for months. Though, my commitment to the idea of being a Knight never wavered. In the lead Knight's frustration, through months of this behavior, he replied to me, "Boy, tomorrow you come through the front gate. I will put a sword in your hand. If you are as dedicated to the blade as causing me trouble, then you will make a fine Knight.".
- Journal Log 2:
The day Black Fist assaulted Marine Ford, I watched the peasants cheer from atop the parapets which I had worked so hard to mount. Four years into my Knighthood marked the start of my disease. The affliction came on slowly, presenting itself in bumps on my fingers. So clueless I was then! A simple rash, I thought. For a time it was easy to hide from the Knights of my order. A bandaged hand is nothing of note in a swordsman life.
Polina was the first to notice. As it had begun to reshape my body, my mind too fell under its distortion. "Erratic. Psychotic." All words she attributed to me. When she took me to the Doctor there was only one word he used, "Leprosy". Over the next four years I lost three fingers to it, and the vision in my right eye. When the lead Knight caught me bleeding through my bandages, screaming from pain in the Knight's quarters, he stripped me of my rank. I do not recall all that I had done(my memory comes and goes), but he had listed: "Insubordination. Ignoring duties. Leaving your assigned post." As he ripped the cloak from my shoulders.
I faced derision from my fellow Knights. They laughed--all encircled around me on the day of my trial. There whispers taunting, "Leper. Freak. Unfit. Deformed.". I cried and bled through my bandages. "A Leper has no place in our Sect." They said... As to what I did next, I am not proud. Nor do I wish to recreate it here. When the last of my memories go, I do not want to rediscover it here written for me. Best to let it die and let something else be born in its place. A dream of redemption. My days of being a Knight are over. Polina will no longer speak to me for my crimes are too gruesome for love to overcome. I've been branded a Outlaw in my home, a Pirate by the marines. A tainted Knight of my order. The only thing left for me is to become the unrivaled swordsman. So that I may preserve my last shred of honor. And maybe I can become clean in her eyes once more.
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