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The Golden Ogre of Tequila Wolf

Name : Francis Charlemagne
Epithet : The Golden Ogre of Tequila Wolf
Age : 28
Height : 5'10" (178 cm)
Weight : 198 lbs (90 kg)
Species : Human
Faction : Marines
World Position : Rear Admiral
Crew : 69th Battalion
Ship : The Silver Ending
Marine Rank : Rear Admiral
Crew Role : Fleet Commander
Haki Level : 8
Hitpoints (HP) : 415
Attack (ATK) : 455
Defense (DEF) : 400
Reflex (RX) : 500
Willpower (WP) : 450
Level : 70
Experience Points : 7000
Income Bonus : +0.10
Berries : [ber] 120,050,000
Posts : 103
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[Abandoned] [Episode] Stowaways aren't Throwaways Empty [Abandoned] [Episode] Stowaways aren't Throwaways

This post has assessment comments.Fri Mar 06, 2020 2:26 am
Loud ripples in The Silver Ending's sails announced the return of a serviceable gale. "We're back on course, Commander! Ten knots and climbing!" Shouted an ensign. The navy man-of-war tore through the dark waves of the night with purpose and zeal. "Turn us with the wind! We'll ride it fully as far as we can!" Ordered the Commander.

"That might be a bad idea. We'll get blown too far off course. We have to make it to Conomi Islands by dawn. Ughhhhh! This is why we need a navigator!" Debated the subordinate. "A second-in-command who can cover for the Commander's ignorance wouldn't hurt either!" Snapped another.

The playful derision did not faze the officer in the slightest. He stood near the helm, arms folded and eyes forward. A neat white coat of justice clung loyally to his shoulders and flowed behind him. The officer's red and gold striped suit and matching cuffs on the coat marked him out from others who wore the marine officer's uniform. An immutable intense expression afflicted him, though he was forever oblivious to it. "Keep the course to Conomi Islands!" He dictated as if the command didn't conflict with the previous one. The crew complied with the new order without loud complaints.

Feathery footsteps charged up from below deck and erupted behind the Commander with a violent growl. "Oiiii! Why aren't we there yet? What if they've attacked the village already?" Demanded an explosive prepubescent voice.

"Sorry, Commander! She wouldn't stay in the guestroom with the other stowaways." The apology came from a winded marine whose weariness was betrayed by the dark circles around his eyes. "Stop calling us stowaways. Isn't the Navy supposed to protect its citizens?" Argued the child. Her curly green locks bounced obnoxiously on her shoulders with every slight movement of her head. Her stubborn blue glare challenged the Commander from behind until the officer turned to face her. Her eyes teared up and her legs gave out when the Commander's unchanging intense glare fell upon her. One could almost visualise the aura of a horned and fanged demon hovering over him.

"Don't be scared, girl. The Rear Admiral is harmless. He just has a mean face," assured her pursuer.

The green-haired bairn looked up at the demon-in-uniform with meek puppy eyes and whined, "I just wanna go home…"

The Commander approached the petrified girl with measured steps and lowered himself until he was no longer looking down at her. With a faint smile which somehow managed to dispel his monstrous aura, he spoke, "I am Rear Admiral Francis Charlemagne. I promise to do everything in my power to help your village. I am very strong, but, I can be stronger still if you let me borrow your resolve. So, will you help me too?" He offered the child a comforting hand, clearly expecting a name in return. Though his fierce gaze remained, the kindness in his words was unfiltered and pure. With a shaky sniffle, the girl nodded and clasped his hand. "I'm Mavis. I'll do my best too!"

Francis placed a gentle palm on her head before rising and turning with the wind. Confident and inspired grins propagated among the witnesses of this encounter as they returned to their duties. The orange light leaking behind distant islands on the horizon promised a new dawn.

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