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Cruz D. Malacos
Mon Feb 24, 2020 3:03 pmCruz D. Malacos
Basic Character Information
Starting Bonus: Tough Guy | [Starting Bonus Roll]
First Name: Crusia
Middle Name/Initial: Decadius
Last Name: Malacos
Epithet: “Cruz-tan”
Age: 3
Gender: Female
Race: Paradise Crab
Faction: Revolutionary (Unknowing Accessory)
Professions: Blacksmith, Jeweler, Leatherworker, Carpenter, Storage Unit. (all thanks to her devil fruit)
Translator and Footsoldier.
Physical Appearance
Height: 3in tall, 5in long face-to-back, 9in long rightmost leg to leftmost leg.
Weight: 1kilogram
Shell Style: a smooth shell with spikes at the front and back borders.
Shell Color: Mainly red, with a tan underside. As she gets older this shell will change color!
Eye Color: Abyssal black
Scars: None to speak of
Clothing and Accessories: Cruz doesn’t ever wear any clothing, though if pressed she’ll admit that she likes to wear bowler hats. Sometimes if she has some extra cloth or she sees some cloth nearby she’ll make herself one.
Description: Cruz is a tiny terrestrial crab who’s barely larger than most people's feet and she is often forced to rely on her little hooked feet to get up to the eye level of anyone she’s talking to. Her serrated claws and jagged teeth are taken very good care of along with the rest of her carapace, she spares no effort in self-care and she is basically impossible to catch dirty unless she’s literally just finished a scuffle.
The Past
Main Traits: A crab, Inedible (unless you’re a fan of poison), Calm, Comfortable with herself, Quietly Confident, Competent Intelligence Worker, Good Work Ethic.
Likes: Climbing, Cold Weather, Clowns, Alliteration, Lobster with Butter, Oranges and the color Orange
Dislikes: The Color Green, God she hates green. Green is the worst. Why is so much stuff green? Disgusting.
Unique laugh: Pffff-! Chakakakakkaka!
Speech Quirk: All exclamations are replaced with *CLACK!*
Hometown: She has no real idea beyond knowing it was a winter island in the first half of the grand line.
Personality: A crab who doesn’t care about the little things, not because she’s impatient or anything… more she’s the kind of person who focuses on the bigger picture rather than looking at small-scale issues. She tends to ignore smaller problems as she figures that other people will deal with them.
Ever since she got her devil fruit she’s had a bit of a heightened sense of importance and a slight obsession with effectively using it. She tends to prioritize her own safety and values over other people, often behaving selfishly or cowardly if she thinks she can get away with it. Not to say that she would abandon a position if lives were on the line, but she would definitely take advantage of her small size to escape a hopeless situation.
Nonetheless she has a strong sense of duty and is always willing to put in the work to get what needs to be done, done.
- History:
Cruz was once a simple Paradise Crab, a poisonous species of terrestrial crab native to the first half of the Grand Line, before she was faced with a strange situation… Really she wasn’t normal before anyway, she had eaten her devil fruit when she was only 1 afterall, but still.
She had wandered into an area of the shoreline she had never encountered before, and found a dying man in a strange outfit… Well, she found a bunch of dying humans, but this guy could still talk.
Now at the time Cruz hadn’t learned to speak human common, but seeing the man stirred something in her. She wanted to let him know that there was someone who understood him nearby. Something inside her writhed at the thought of someone dying to be forgotten, and so she got his attention though little hisses of air and bubbling noises (those were all the vocalization she could manage at the time.)
The man looked up from his mumbling and laughed, he laughed so hard that his bowler hat fell off. “So, this is what the universe sends me, my final witness huh? So much for all that good karma!”
Once he was done laughing, he finally settled in. Even as his lifeblood was actively leaking into the sand he asked Cruz, “Will you do that for me, little crab? Carry my last message?”
He seemed genuinely surprised when the little creature nodded. “... Guess my karma pulled through afterall… Here, in my hat. There’s something I need you to get to [REDACTED]. And tell them that Crew S2 is out. Don’t worry about anything else, I’ve got my affairs in order.”
Saying that the man leaned back and finally, he had been sitting there for a while afterall, let go. He died instantly, and left a little 2 ½ year-old crab with his final message to the revolution. Selfish.
Of course Cruz has no idea that she’s carrying a message to the revolutionaries, nor does she have a clue what the message says. Over the past 6 months she’s been learning how to speak and forcing her way onto ships and boats on the way to the destination that the man had given her, all while stubbornly protecting the bowler hat the man had given her.
She has been bribing her way onto boats, using her devil fruit powers to pay for passage and defend herself all the way, only now will she finally reach the island she was ordered to deliver the message to..
Baltroy
[tracker=/t391-alice-baltroy-ronx#1305]
Name : Alice Baltroy Ronx
Epithet : Flying Dart
Age : 22
Height : 170 cm
Species : Human
Faction : New Revolutionary Army
World Position : Commander
Crew : Bonbon X
Ship : Wonderland Hatch
Crew Role : Captain
Bounty : [ber=r] 300,000,000
Income Bonus : +0.10
Balance : [ber] 594,800,000
[[baneoftheweak]][[bookworm]]
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Posts : 235
Re: Cruz D. Malacos
Tue Feb 25, 2020 7:33 amWhat an interesting origins story for such a little crab~ Looking forward to seeing more of Cruz’s adventures!
Cruz D. Malacos wrote:Cruz D. Malacos
Basic Character Information
Starting Bonus: Tough Guy | [Starting Bonus Roll]
First Name: Crusia
Middle Name/Initial: Decadius
Last Name: Malacos
Epithet: “Cruz-tan”
Age: 3
Gender: Female
Race: Paradise Crab
Faction: Revolutionary (Unknowing Accessory)
Professions: Blacksmith, Jeweler, Leatherworker, Carpenter, Storage Unit. (all thanks to her devil fruit)
Translator and Footsoldier.
Physical Appearance
Height: 3in tall, 5in long face-to-back, 9in long rightmost leg to leftmost leg.
Weight: 1kilogram
Shell Style: a smooth shell with spikes at the front and back borders.
Shell Color: Mainly red, with a tan underside. As she gets older this shell will change color!
Eye Color: Abyssal black
Scars: None to speak of
Clothing and Accessories: Cruz doesn’t ever wear any clothing, though if pressed she’ll admit that she likes to wear bowler hats. Sometimes if she has some extra cloth or she sees some cloth nearby she’ll make herself one.
Description: Cruz is a tiny terrestrial crab who’s barely larger than most people's feet and she is often forced to rely on her little hooked feet to get up to the eye level of anyone she’s talking to. Her serrated claws and jagged teeth are taken very good care of along with the rest of her carapace, she spares no effort in self-care and she is basically impossible to catch dirty unless she’s literally just finished a scuffle.
The Past
Main Traits: A crab, Inedible (unless you’re a fan of poison), Calm, Comfortable with herself, Quietly Confident, Competent Intelligence Worker, Good Work Ethic.
Likes: Climbing, Cold Weather, Clowns, Alliteration, Lobster with Butter, Oranges and the color Orange
Dislikes: The Color Green, God she hates green. Green is the worst. Why is so much stuff green? Disgusting.
Unique laugh: Pffff-! Chakakakakkaka!
Speech Quirk: All exclamations are replaced with *CLACK!*
Hometown: She has no real idea beyond knowing it was a winter island in the first half of the grand line.
Personality: A crab who doesn’t care about the little things, not because she’s impatient or anything… more she’s the kind of person who focuses on the bigger picture rather than looking at small-scale issues. She tends to ignore smaller problems as she figures that other people will deal with them.
Ever since she got her devil fruit she’s had a bit of a heightened sense of importance and a slight obsession with effectively using it. She tends to prioritize her own safety and values over other people, often behaving selfishly or cowardly if she thinks she can get away with it. Not to say that she would abandon a position if lives were on the line, but she would definitely take advantage of her small size to escape a hopeless situation.
Nonetheless she has a strong sense of duty and is always willing to put in the work to get what needs to be done, done.
- History:
Cruz was once a simple Paradise Crab, a poisonous species of terrestrial crab native to the first half of the Grand Line, before she was faced with a strange situation… Really she wasn’t normal before anyway, she had eaten her devil fruit when she was only 1 afterall, but still.
She had wandered into an area of the shoreline she had never encountered before, and found a dying man in a strange outfit… Well, she found a bunch of dying humans, but this guy could still talk.
Now at the time Cruz hadn’t learned to speak human common, but seeing the man stirred something in her. She wanted to let him know that there was someone who understood him nearby. Something inside her writhed at the thought of someone dying to be forgotten, and so she got his attention though little hisses of air and bubbling noises (those were all the vocalization she could manage at the time.)
The man looked up from his mumbling and laughed, he laughed so hard that his bowler hat fell off. “So, this is what the universe sends me, my final witness huh? So much for all that good karma!”
Once he was done laughing, he finally settled in. Even as his lifeblood was actively leaking into the sand he asked Cruz, “Will you do that for me, little crab? Carry my last message?”
He seemed genuinely surprised when the little creature nodded. “... Guess my karma pulled through afterall… Here, in my hat. There’s something I need you to get to [REDACTED]. And tell them that Crew S2 is out. Don’t worry about anything else, I’ve got my affairs in order.”
Saying that the man leaned back and finally, he had been sitting there for a while afterall, let go. He died instantly, and left a little 2 ½ year-old crab with his final message to the revolution. Selfish.
Of course Cruz has no idea that she’s carrying a message to the revolutionaries, nor does she have a clue what the message says. Over the past 6 months she’s been learning how to speak and forcing her way onto ships and boats on the way to the destination that the man had given her, all while stubbornly protecting the bowler hat the man had given her.
She has been bribing her way onto boats, using her devil fruit powers to pay for passage and defend herself all the way, only now will she finally reach the island she was ordered to deliver the message to..
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