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Marietta Frei
Tracker

Epithet : the Free
Age : 27
Height : 6' 10"
Weight : 273 lbs.
Species : Human
Faction : Miscellaneous
Devil Fruit : Sara Sara no Mi, Model: Gojira
Haki Level : 0
Hitpoints (HP) : 123
Attack (ATK) : 45
Defense (DEF) : 80
Reflex (RX) : 40
Willpower (WP) : 45
Level : 1
Experience Points : 100
Berries Berries : 50,000
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Marietta Frei Empty Marietta Frei

Sat Nov 13, 2021 1:07 pm

Marietta "the Free" Frei


Marietta Frei T7n3LZf

Basic Character Information



First Name: Marietta
Middle Name/Initial: -
Last Name: Frei
Epithet: the Free
Birthdate: June 30th, 1801
Gender: Female
Species/Race/Tribe: Human
Faction: Miscellaneous
Profession: Cook, Hired Muscle, Sailor


Physical Appearance


Height: 6' 10"
Weight: 273 lbs.

Hair Style: Long
Hair Color: Platinum Blonde
Eye Color: Red-Orange
Scars: None.
Clothing and Accessories: A rough lifestyle requires tough clothes, but there's nothing wrong with looking good once in a while. When she's not dressed in quality suits tailored for her large frame, Marietta is oft seen wearing a black leather corset and pants made of material to withstand the rigors of the day to day without tearing easily. She'll sometimes include a coat in this ensemble, or even long gloves or bracers to cover her arms. Her shoes typically have a slightly raised heel, to show off and add an extra inch or two to her already impressive height. Each ear typically sports multiple piercings, sometimes showing off precious gems.

Description: Marietta is a large and imposing woman, and she likes it that way. At nearly 7' in height, she's built like the barn your barn wishes it could be. Her long, often messy hair calls to mind the wild nature of the individual who wears it, complimenting the confident look that never seems to leave her eyes. However, those brave enough to look past the mountain of muscle find a beautifully structured face framed by that wild hair, and a figure as well endowed as the rest of her. Her body is well cared for, or else jokes that she's so tough even her hair and nails can't be blemished might actually be believed, and those who don't know any better might suggest she puts effort into looking the way she does.


The Past


Main Traits: Boisterous, Brash, Confident, Rowdy, Snarky
Likes: Brawling, Booze, Confidence, Savory and Spicy Foods
Dislikes: Cowards, Sore Losers and Winners, Sour Foods
Unique laugh: Gwhehahaha!

Hometown: Baterilla
Personality: Marietta, as a person, is as loud and noisy as her physical appearance. Whether because of her size or her attitude, she is most at ease commanding the room and making herself the center of attention. She'll often speak before thinking, ready to fight at a moment's notice over the consequences of her words. Despite knowing the value of a well-placed silent stare or mean look at tense moments, she sometimes can't help herself when ruining an imposing mood with a sarcastic comment.

This overwhelming confidence and snarky attitude translate into her fighting habits quite well. Rather than waste her time learning to wield a weapon, Marietta has made her own body the weapon; or even someone else's! She is prone to throw her weight around just the same as she would in conversation, using her great size to her advantage to control the flow and timing of a fight. When this isn't enough to get the job done, she isn't shy about showing off the powers of her Devil Fruit and transforming herself into a monstrous beast to trample over her foes -and whoever else happens to be unfortunate enough to be nearby.

History:
Born to a family of craftsmen, such was to be the fate of young Marietta and her quiet life. Her father a stonecutter, her mother a weaver; her brothers and sisters and herself were hardly given the choice beyond which profession they'd rather go into. As the second of seven children, nearly the eldest, it was on her shoulders to bear the responsibility of looking after her siblings until she was old enough to work herself.

However, Marietta was never content with that kind of life. A slow, quiet existence working for the scraps thrown to her by people who didn't value the work she did in the first place seemed like a practice in torture. She wanted to live. She wanted to make something of herself, and to experience the world!

Maybe that was why the child acted out as she did. She was rude when the opportunity presented itself. She started fights just to make a situation more exciting.  She oft ran away from home, only to return a day or two later, cold and tired and hungry. However her parents tried, they could not seem to control the girl and appease her outbursts. By the time she was ten, they had considered sending her away to a school that would help her.

Before any such plan could come to fruition, though, the child caught wind of her parents' plot and ran away again. Before she could get scared and change her mind, as usual, she had snuck aboard a passing ship that was preparing to leave for the seas. After all, if her parents wanted her gone that badly, then she would leave on her own terms! Before long, the child realized her mistake again, and her crying eventually got the attention of the crew.

However, it was already too late to turn the ship around by then.

Frustrated at the young stowaway but unable to bring himself to just get rid of the child, the captain of the vessel put Marietta to work however he saw fit. She cleaned the deck and cabins. She helped to prepare the meals. She even learned to improve her mathematics skills to help with tallying the inventory at each port.

It didn't take long for Marie, as she took to calling herself, to refuse to leave the ship. As much as she'd wanted and wished to leave as a child, the world was larger than she could've ever imagined. It was also scarier than she could've ever imagined. Monsters swam the seas, and even walked on two legs. She'd enjoyed her time with the crew aboard the trading vessel, and she wanted to stay. So, after much pleading, she was eventually given a proper job aboard the ship, and not much changed overall.

The years passed, and Marie made her place among the ship as valuable as she could. The crew came not to see only the impetuous child who had stolen aboard one day, but a fine and reliable shipmate who would have their backs. Her fear would sometimes get the better of her, particularly when pirates tried to steal their goods, but when push came to shove, she'd proven herself with a well placed shovel or cooking pot to the back of a scumbag's head more often than not.

One day in the middle of the hot summer months, while enjoying some well earned time off ship on a seemingly deserted tropical island, one of the crew returned with a curious find: a large blue fruit covered in spins and intricate patterns of discoloration. Another member recognized the prize as a Devil's Fruit, but couldn't say what it was or what it would do. Beyond the name, they only collectively knew of the rumors of weird fruits granting magical powers while robbing the eater of the ability to ever swim again.

Even the part about gaining magical powers was written off as a joke, but the temptation to put the rumors to the test was clearly weighing on the crew.

Several contests of strength and luck were held, but time and again, the winners backed out at the last moment.  Noone was brave enough to test the strange fruit, or came up with some excuse that they should sell it for a profit without being able to pin down a price. Finally, Marie stood up, calling the men and women out on their cowardice before taking a large bite from the bulbous blue berry before she could be stopped.

Then she waited...

The crew waited...

After several tense seconds, the young woman felt something rising up from her belly, and she tensed for whatever could be about to- She belched, expelling a small tuft of blue smoke in the process. The rumor of magical powers was a total dud, but unfortunately, the warning of never being able to swim again came true.

Fortunately, that particular aspect of the Devil's Fruit legend had only been discovered when she'd jumped from the beach into shallow water, so the crew was easily able to pull her to safety before the worst could happen. After all was said and done, all she'd gotten for her trade was the occasional, comical belch of blue smoke.

Marie was sour about that for a while after.

Over the next week, she came to accept her new lot in life, and carried on about her duties aboard the ship. What did she care about swimming, anyways? It was an overrated and useless skill! At the next port, she decided to drown her worries in a large glass of liquid gold. As they were want to do around drunken sailors, temperaments got high. Some words were said that were not appreciated. Noone could remember who had thrown the first punch, but the fight to follow was all the town could talk about for a month.

It was while enjoying herself in the midst of this particular brawl that a man she had insulted came at the woman with a broken bottle. Unable to escape in the tight confines of the chaotic scuffle, Marie braced herself to be cut as she readied to knock the man's lights out.

Only, nothing ever broke her skin, let alone the bottle. Before any such harm could befall her, her skin had thickened and taken on a blue-grey hue. Then she grew in size. And grew.

And grew.

Unfortunately, she grew larger than the bar itself, and soon towered through the roof in her massive, monstrous form. From easily fifty feet high, she looked down at the brawl happening around her feet, and her voice alone shook the drunken haze from the minds of those who had seen what'd happened.

It took several hours to calm everyone down, Marie herself included, enough that she could figure out how to change back. The drink she'd already imbibed did not help matters at all; not that it ever really did in the first place. By then, too much damage had been done by her inebriated and panicked staggering. The captain, in his infinite patience, footed the bill to rebuild parts of the town while promising Marie to make her repay him with work.

So, as she had discovered, not only had the strange fruit made her belch a useless blue smoke, but it also turned her into a fifty foot monster. Neither of these abilities was particularly useful, especially not when she was afraid of crushing the ship and drowning herself and the crew by mistake should she ever transform again. As before, the tales of the Devil's Fruit had been a dud.

She was more sour over the fact after leaving for the sea again.

As the end of her teenage years came near, Marie found herself longing for something she hadn't imagined she'd miss much: her home. With her debt to the captain paid in full, there was no real reason holding her back. So, after much consideration, she disembarked the ship for the last time at the next port, and found herself transport that would take her towards home.

What she found had hardly changed from what she had left all those years ago. After several harsh words were exchanged, her family welcomed her with open arms. She told stories of her travels around the dinner table. She met her newest siblings for the first time. She was even introduced to several tradesmen around town who were in need of a helping hand.

For a while, things were peaceful.

However, peaceful still never sit right in her mind. Marie's anxiety grew again, and through word of mouth, she eventually found herself introduced to a man who needed someone to supply some muscle to his group. The pay was exceptionally good, so she readily accepted his offer. At first, the jobs were small; she mostly served to intimidate traders who wouldn't pay their... tax to the locals. Sometimes, she'd help to defend the ones who did pay from pirates. Others, she'd be arranging for the pirates to show up at specific times.

So long as the money came on time, Marie didn't question what she was doing too much. Her family was happier this way, and she was making enough extra to live more extravagantly. She could buy new clothes practically whenever she wanted. She got the best cuts of meat from the butcher.

What was there to worry about?

It didn't take long for the gang to get bigger than themselves, and they attracted the wrong sort of attention. The boss had threatened a navy officer, who didn't take kindly to his attitude. Everyone associated with the gang found themselves in chains, Marie included. Faced with the thought of a years long prison sentence, she did the only thing that made sense at the time.

She grew.

Despite the dangers of doing so on any ship, years of practice had afforded her some degree of skill with the magical powers of the devil's fruit. Her skin could be as tough as iron. Her body could bend steel. Even her breath itself was like a canon!

The unsuspecting navy officers never knew what hit them before it was already too late, and the monster left little bit wrecked carnage in its wake.

Unfortunately, the boss had suffered dire injuries during the escape, and didn't last the night. The gang dispersed, with some leaving the island altogether for calmer seas. Marie remained behind, wishing to spend more time with her family before she ever left again and putting her name out there to see what bit.

Sometimes, the catch was big. The money came plentiful, and she was on the rise again. Others, she heeded her instincts and narrowly avoided capture again. In the criminal underworld of Baterilla, she came to earn a reputation for evading capture whenever the navy caught up to her. She could be relied upon for that much, at least, and so the name stuck.

Marie the Free was born.
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
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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
[[strollingdeath]][[baneoftheweak]][[riseandshine]][[childofdestiny]][[freakofnature]]
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Marietta Frei Empty Re: Marietta Frei

Sat Nov 13, 2021 1:53 pm
For a relative shorty (at least in her human form), she sure thinks highly of her height. XD I think she'd get along great with Gray.

Approved!

By the way, I noticed you tend to write "they were want to do" when it should be "they were wont to do".

@Marietta Frei wrote:

Marietta "the Free" Frei


Marietta Frei T7n3LZf

Basic Character Information



First Name: Marietta
Middle Name/Initial: -
Last Name: Frei
Epithet: the Free
Birthdate: June 30th, 1801
Gender: Female
Species/Race/Tribe: Human
Faction: Miscellaneous
Profession: Cook, Hired Muscle, Sailor


Physical Appearance


Height: 6' 10"
Weight: 273 lbs.

Hair Style: Long
Hair Color: Platinum Blonde
Eye Color: Red-Orange
Scars: None.
Clothing and Accessories: A rough lifestyle requires tough clothes, but there's nothing wrong with looking good once in a while. When she's not dressed in quality suits tailored for her large frame, Marietta is oft seen wearing a black leather corset and pants made of material to withstand the rigors of the day to day without tearing easily. She'll sometimes include a coat in this ensemble, or even long gloves or bracers to cover her arms. Her shoes typically have a slightly raised heel, to show off and add an extra inch or two to her already impressive height. Each ear typically sports multiple piercings, sometimes showing off precious gems.

Description: Marietta is a large and imposing woman, and she likes it that way. At nearly 7' in height, she's built like the barn your barn wishes it could be. Her long, often messy hair calls to mind the wild nature of the individual who wears it, complimenting the confident look that never seems to leave her eyes. However, those brave enough to look past the mountain of muscle find a beautifully structured face framed by that wild hair, and a figure as well endowed as the rest of her. Her body is well cared for, or else jokes that she's so tough even her hair and nails can't be blemished might actually be believed, and those who don't know any better might suggest she puts effort into looking the way she does.


The Past


Main Traits: Boisterous, Brash, Confident, Rowdy, Snarky
Likes: Brawling, Booze, Confidence, Savory and Spicy Foods
Dislikes: Cowards, Sore Losers and Winners, Sour Foods
Unique laugh: Gwhehahaha!

Hometown: Baterilla
Personality: Marietta, as a person, is as loud and noisy as her physical appearance. Whether because of her size or her attitude, she is most at ease commanding the room and making herself the center of attention. She'll often speak before thinking, ready to fight at a moment's notice over the consequences of her words. Despite knowing the value of a well-placed silent stare or mean look at tense moments, she sometimes can't help herself when ruining an imposing mood with a sarcastic comment.

This overwhelming confidence and snarky attitude translate into her fighting habits quite well. Rather than waste her time learning to wield a weapon, Marietta has made her own body the weapon; or even someone else's! She is prone to throw her weight around just the same as she would in conversation, using her great size to her advantage to control the flow and timing of a fight. When this isn't enough to get the job done, she isn't shy about showing off the powers of her Devil Fruit and transforming herself into a monstrous beast to trample over her foes -and whoever else happens to be unfortunate enough to be nearby.

History:
Born to a family of craftsmen, such was to be the fate of young Marietta and her quiet life. Her father a stonecutter, her mother a weaver; her brothers and sisters and herself were hardly given the choice beyond which profession they'd rather go into. As the second of seven children, nearly the eldest, it was on her shoulders to bear the responsibility of looking after her siblings until she was old enough to work herself.

However, Marietta was never content with that kind of life. A slow, quiet existence working for the scraps thrown to her by people who didn't value the work she did in the first place seemed like a practice in torture. She wanted to live. She wanted to make something of herself, and to experience the world!

Maybe that was why the child acted out as she did. She was rude when the opportunity presented itself. She started fights just to make a situation more exciting.  She oft ran away from home, only to return a day or two later, cold and tired and hungry. However her parents tried, they could not seem to control the girl and appease her outbursts. By the time she was ten, they had considered sending her away to a school that would help her.

Before any such plan could come to fruition, though, the child caught wind of her parents' plot and ran away again. Before she could get scared and change her mind, as usual, she had snuck aboard a passing ship that was preparing to leave for the seas. After all, if her parents wanted her gone that badly, then she would leave on her own terms! Before long, the child realized her mistake again, and her crying eventually got the attention of the crew.

However, it was already too late to turn the ship around by then.

Frustrated at the young stowaway but unable to bring himself to just get rid of the child, the captain of the vessel put Marietta to work however he saw fit. She cleaned the deck and cabins. She helped to prepare the meals. She even learned to improve her mathematics skills to help with tallying the inventory at each port.

It didn't take long for Marie, as she took to calling herself, to refuse to leave the ship. As much as she'd wanted and wished to leave as a child, the world was larger than she could've ever imagined. It was also scarier than she could've ever imagined. Monsters swam the seas, and even walked on two legs. She'd enjoyed her time with the crew aboard the trading vessel, and she wanted to stay. So, after much pleading, she was eventually given a proper job aboard the ship, and not much changed overall.

The years passed, and Marie made her place among the ship as valuable as she could. The crew came not to see only the impetuous child who had stolen aboard one day, but a fine and reliable shipmate who would have their backs. Her fear would sometimes get the better of her, particularly when pirates tried to steal their goods, but when push came to shove, she'd proven herself with a well placed shovel or cooking pot to the back of a scumbag's head more often than not.

One day in the middle of the hot summer months, while enjoying some well earned time off ship on a seemingly deserted tropical island, one of the crew returned with a curious find: a large blue fruit covered in spins and intricate patterns of discoloration. Another member recognized the prize as a Devil's Fruit, but couldn't say what it was or what it would do. Beyond the name, they only collectively knew of the rumors of weird fruits granting magical powers while robbing the eater of the ability to ever swim again.

Even the part about gaining magical powers was written off as a joke, but the temptation to put the rumors to the test was clearly weighing on the crew.

Several contests of strength and luck were held, but time and again, the winners backed out at the last moment.  Noone was brave enough to test the strange fruit, or came up with some excuse that they should sell it for a profit without being able to pin down a price. Finally, Marie stood up, calling the men and women out on their cowardice before taking a large bite from the bulbous blue berry before she could be stopped.

Then she waited...

The crew waited...

After several tense seconds, the young woman felt something rising up from her belly, and she tensed for whatever could be about to- She belched, expelling a small tuft of blue smoke in the process. The rumor of magical powers was a total dud, but unfortunately, the warning of never being able to swim again came true.

Fortunately, that particular aspect of the Devil's Fruit legend had only been discovered when she'd jumped from the beach into shallow water, so the crew was easily able to pull her to safety before the worst could happen. After all was said and done, all she'd gotten for her trade was the occasional, comical belch of blue smoke.

Marie was sour about that for a while after.

Over the next week, she came to accept her new lot in life, and carried on about her duties aboard the ship. What did she care about swimming, anyways? It was an overrated and useless skill! At the next port, she decided to drown her worries in a large glass of liquid gold. As they were want to do around drunken sailors, temperaments got high. Some words were said that were not appreciated. Noone could remember who had thrown the first punch, but the fight to follow was all the town could talk about for a month.

It was while enjoying herself in the midst of this particular brawl that a man she had insulted came at the woman with a broken bottle. Unable to escape in the tight confines of the chaotic scuffle, Marie braced herself to be cut as she readied to knock the man's lights out.

Only, nothing ever broke her skin, let alone the bottle. Before any such harm could befall her, her skin had thickened and taken on a blue-grey hue. Then she grew in size. And grew.

And grew.

Unfortunately, she grew larger than the bar itself, and soon towered through the roof in her massive, monstrous form. From easily fifty feet high, she looked down at the brawl happening around her feet, and her voice alone shook the drunken haze from the minds of those who had seen what'd happened.

It took several hours to calm everyone down, Marie herself included, enough that she could figure out how to change back. The drink she'd already imbibed did not help matters at all; not that it ever really did in the first place. By then, too much damage had been done by her inebriated and panicked staggering. The captain, in his infinite patience, footed the bill to rebuild parts of the town while promising Marie to make her repay him with work.

So, as she had discovered, not only had the strange fruit made her belch a useless blue smoke, but it also turned her into a fifty foot monster. Neither of these abilities was particularly useful, especially not when she was afraid of crushing the ship and drowning herself and the crew by mistake should she ever transform again. As before, the tales of the Devil's Fruit had been a dud.

She was more sour over the fact after leaving for the sea again.

As the end of her teenage years came near, Marie found herself longing for something she hadn't imagined she'd miss much: her home. With her debt to the captain paid in full, there was no real reason holding her back. So, after much consideration, she disembarked the ship for the last time at the next port, and found herself transport that would take her towards home.

What she found had hardly changed from what she had left all those years ago. After several harsh words were exchanged, her family welcomed her with open arms. She told stories of her travels around the dinner table. She met her newest siblings for the first time. She was even introduced to several tradesmen around town who were in need of a helping hand.

For a while, things were peaceful.

However, peaceful still never sit right in her mind. Marie's anxiety grew again, and through word of mouth, she eventually found herself introduced to a man who needed someone to supply some muscle to his group. The pay was exceptionally good, so she readily accepted his offer. At first, the jobs were small; she mostly served to intimidate traders who wouldn't pay their... tax to the locals. Sometimes, she'd help to defend the ones who did pay from pirates. Others, she'd be arranging for the pirates to show up at specific times.

So long as the money came on time, Marie didn't question what she was doing too much. Her family was happier this way, and she was making enough extra to live more extravagantly. She could buy new clothes practically whenever she wanted. She got the best cuts of meat from the butcher.

What was there to worry about?

It didn't take long for the gang to get bigger than themselves, and they attracted the wrong sort of attention. The boss had threatened a navy officer, who didn't take kindly to his attitude. Everyone associated with the gang found themselves in chains, Marie included. Faced with the thought of a years long prison sentence, she did the only thing that made sense at the time.

She grew.

Despite the dangers of doing so on any ship, years of practice had afforded her some degree of skill with the magical powers of the devil's fruit. Her skin could be as tough as iron. Her body could bend steel. Even her breath itself was like a canon!

The unsuspecting navy officers never knew what hit them before it was already too late, and the monster left little bit wrecked carnage in its wake.

Unfortunately, the boss had suffered dire injuries during the escape, and didn't last the night. The gang dispersed, with some leaving the island altogether for calmer seas. Marie remained behind, wishing to spend more time with her family before she ever left again and putting her name out there to see what bit.

Sometimes, the catch was big. The money came plentiful, and she was on the rise again. Others, she heeded her instincts and narrowly avoided capture again. In the criminal underworld of Baterilla, she came to earn a reputation for evading capture whenever the navy caught up to her. She could be relied upon for that much, at least, and so the name stuck.

Marie the Free was born.
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