[Bio] Ooba Thrash
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Thrash- [tracker=/t2685-tracker-ooba-thrash#17364]
Name : Thrash
Epithet : “The Typhoon”
Age : 24
Height : 13’7”
Weight : 1,602
Species : Oni-Giant/Shandian
Faction : Pirate
Crew : (Formerly Wild Hunt Pirates)
Ship : N/a
Devil Fruit : Tori Tori no Mi ; Model Thunderbird
Bounty : [bel=r] 165,081,000
Balance : [ber] 50,000
[[dragonheart]][[hardboiled]]
Posts : 27
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[Bio] Ooba Thrash
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Basic Character Information
Forename Name: Thrash
Middle Name/Initial:
Surname: Ooba
Epithet: “Thrash the Typhoon”
Birthdate: March 13th, 1805 (24)
Gender: Male
Species/Tribe: Shandian/Oni-Giant hybrid
Faction: Pirate
Profession: Musician
Physical Appearance
Height: 13’7”
Weight: 1,602pds
Hair Style: Intense Power Mullet
Hair Color: Red
Eye Color: Electric Blue
Scars: Large claw mark covering majority of his upper torso, left arm, and right ride of his face.
Gear: Thrash can always be seen with a tattered acid wash jean jacket, decorated in patches and buttons. Most notably, a large number 81 with drumsticks crossed behind it on a sea of flames sewed to the back.
On his lower half, he wears an assortment of animal print speedos, most prominently a black and white cow style one. Each of his thighs is adorned with bands, a single studded black on the right and two elastic orange bands on the left.
An avid fan of shoes, Thrash owns several pairs of the same white sneakers that he rotates between in an effort to keep from wearing any one shoe more than another. They are very expensive.
Thrash always carries a Zephyr SK Model 001, a seemingly rare guitar with him that was a gift from his older brother.
Description: Thrash inherited a large muscular frame and tanned complexion from his father. Resembling a young behemoth in more ways than one, including a wild mane of red hair and a large pair of horns from his oni heritage. While a small pair of Shandian wings adorn his back, the single visible trait he inherited from his mother.
On his chest and face, he sports a deep scar that covers a large portion of his body. A gift from the world’s strongest creature during one his famous red outs. His right arm has a large purple sleeve tattoo depicting several Shandian markings along his forearm and a large ram skull silhouette on the bicep.
The Past
Main Traits:
Music Lover - A natural musician and music lover, Thrash is able to play just about any instrument he comes across. Having spent his life learning just about anything he could get his hands on. Though, his favorite is the guitar. Which he he likes to play fast and heavy. Fucking metal. Crank it to eleven and bring the fucking storm.
No Internal Compass - For a man with aspirations to travel the world over, Thrash has no sense of direction and is completely incapable of reading a map. He takes this in stride though, believing he is a wandering storm, passing and striking at random. Coming as quickly as it goes.
Excitable - A passionate and loud man, Thrash lights up a room with his thundering voice and imposing frame every time he walks in. His voice volume tends to change drastically with his interest level.
Chill - Thrash is a fairly relaxed individual, preferring to spend most of his days in a constant jam sesh. He views life like one big siesta, napping, relaxing, jamming, fighting, and fucking. Eat, sleep, repeat. To him there is no better life than that of a bloodied bard.
Quick to Fists - Spending majority of his life as a member of the Wild Hunt pirates, Thrash learned and lived by the law of nature. Only the strongest survived and the weak were left to die. Fighting was encouraged, winning was rewarded. Fighting was a means to solve any and everything, no matter the issue. Though he prefers to fight for fun, its still something ingrained deep into Thrash’s very being. While normally an even tempered guy, he loves a good fight and like all from Elbaf, he believes there is no greater death than that of battle.
Likes: Music, Storms, Traveling, Sailing, Fighting, Rocking out
Dislikes: Posers, Disco, Silence, Maps, Tight Spaces
Unique laugh: “Rokkukukukukukuku”
Hometown: Born on Skypiea; Raised on Elbaf
Personality: Thrash generally has a laid back, rockstar mentality, preferring to spend his days with his head in the clouds and his fingers on guitar strings. A talented musician, he can play just about any instrument he encounters, but always defers back to his most prized possession as his favorite to play. A one of kind Zephyr SK Model 001, a guitar said to have been custom made for a one of kind musician. Or that’s what his brother Wits had said when he gifted it too a young Thrash.
With a rockstar mentality, comes a rockstars fame. Or so that’s what Thrash thinks. The hulking red mullet tends to think of himself as more famous than he is for his musical talents. With most people only remember the the chaos that ensues during one of his impromptu “concerts”. This generally leads to either an individual is questioning how their life choices led them to this awkward interaction where they must explain they have never heard of him. Or thrash being run down by a group of marines or bounty hunters trying to cash out his Wild Hunt bounty.
Thrash generally gets along with his many siblings, having been raised in the Wild Hunt pirates for majority of his life. He was brought to Elbaf as a young child, where he was raised alongside his elder half brother Wits Shirk. Living with the later and his mother for his entire childhood, memories that would replace any that may have lingered from the before times. It was there that the pair learned their love of music, a love that would later see the pair forming a musical duo that was legendary among the Yonkou crew.
Passionate and excitable, the Oni hybrid tends to come off as very intense when meeting new people with similar interests. Loving to chat about music with new friends and never missing an opportunity for an impromptu jam sesh.
Laid back may he be, he still has a bit of a competitive edge to him. The winner take all mentality having been beaten into him his entire life, Thrash is quick to fists but never holds a grudge no matter the winner.
- History:
Thrash was born in a small Shandian village on Skypiea to a woman who had set out to venture the Blue Sea in her youth. Spending twenty years roaming the lower seas before returning home bearing a Dragonseed from her days as a pirate. With Thrash making his way out only a few days after their arrival.
Growing up, the Oni-Giant blood in his veins was clearly apparent to all those around him, having been born with two small horns on his head and a pair of Shandian wings sprouting from his back. He was large, with tanned skin and full head of messy red hair draped over his body.
By the time he was around four years old he was the size of a normal child hitting puberty, with enough strength to knock out a grown man. Traits that brought him more trouble than good living alongside the Shandians and Skypieans. Something that culminated in he and his mother being thrown out of the Sky island and forced back to the blue sea.
From there, his mother took the long journey to the island the boys father ruled over. The island of Giants, Elbaf. The trip was perilous to say the least, the pair made their way through Paradise and Fishman island, eventually marking the halfway point in their journey. Hounded by pirates, marines, and hunters of her bounty, his mother had taken her fair share of beatings. With some victories being happened upon only by Thrash’s own interference. She was tired and broken, but her body refused to give in until they reached Elbaf.
Eventually, the mother and son pair washed upon Elbaf’s shores, their ship having been reduced to splinters in the wind by a New World storm. Though, Thrash’s mother did not live to see it herself. Using the last of her energy to swim her child to shore, where they would be found by a fellow seed bearer, the mother of Wits Shirk.
Four years old is when life seemed to really start for Thrash. Growing up in a small giants village on Elbaf, he was now considered small in comparison to those around him. It was the first time in his short life he had truly felt like he was home. He no longer remembered his own mother or life in that Shandian village in the sky, instead he was only able to picture that of Wits’s own mother and the giants land of Elbaf.
From there, Thrash could be found where ever his brother Wits Shirk was, a tiny shadow of sorts that was never far behind the growing punk. Like any kid brother Thrash put up with his fair share of beatings from Wits and Hvet, a young giant who Wits had known from his own childhood. But no matter how hard they pummeled him and tried to ditch him, Thrash always managed to get back up and find them. Though, finding them usually meant Thrash getting into trouble while looking and Wits and Hvet having to bail him out.
On a certain day a year or so after Thrash arrived on Elbaf, Loha was in a rare mood, a mood where he wished to see the children that he had made. As such, he sent word for all the dragon seeds to gather from all over Elbaf and descend upon his castle. It was here that Thrash met his father for the first time.
One by one, Loha glared down at each of his children, it was one of the only times each sibling could say they felt the same thing all at once. An overwhelming emotion. Fear. Smoke spewed from the elder dragon’s nostrils as he sized up his progenies. To his delight, they all inherited his overwhelming size, even the youngest such as Thrash was much larger than a mere human child. A rare smile flashed on the one known as the strongest creature’s face. And on a whim, he tossed out a bag of Devil Fruits onto the ground in front of them. Accompanied by one word, fight.
And within a flash, the siblings turned on one another. The law of strength ran deep in their veins. They knew it was survival of the fittest in a room full of predators. Each of them scrambling to the closest fruit as they climbed over one another.
While he did his best, Thrash quickly began to struggle. Being the youngest and most recent arrival to the island, he had not yet fought any of his other siblings aside from Wits Shirk. The only one of his siblings that would actively resist the urge to kill him if given the chance. He fought tooth and nail, but every time he got close to a fruit it was swiped up and eaten. A meal that was quickly followed by a beating for the young red head.
The oni hybrid known as Thrash owed a lot of things to his brother Wits Shirk, but nothing outweighed what he did that day. With Loha looking down at the child mosh pit, Wits managed to swipe his own fruit, claiming an ancient zoan model as his own. It was then that he decided he wasn’t done yet, forcing his way back into the scrum and making his way to one of the few fruits left, he managed to kick the fruit in Thrash’s direction. And against all odds, the beaten and battered little oni took a giant bite out a feather blue fruit.
To her horror, Bee Urn watched as the little Thrash changed for the first time into an almost ethereal glowing blue bird. It’s feathers were beautiful, like lightning in physical form they hummed and made the hair on your skin stand on end. It was this sight that spurred on her intense distaste of her younger brother. A distaste that would creep up more times than the siblings could count.
Throughout their lives, Wits and Thrash learned to play music from their mother. She spent her time teaching the intricacies of the art form to the young pair. Lending them her instruments when they practiced but forbid them from taking them outside of their home.
At first, the young oni was interested in music because his brother was. They would sneak out into the woods to their makeshift Bandstand. Where Wits played drums made from pots and pans while Hvet screamed into a wooden stick he would pretend was a microphone. In typical big brother fashion, the pair made Thrash play the crowd, something he was more than happy to do if it meant he got to be involved.
Until one day, that all changed. None of them could tell you for sure when it happened and why, but one day they gave up trying to push the kid away and let him play guitar on an old piece of scrap metal they had found. Fashioning strings on it and wound them tight enough to make sound.
From then on out they were a band of three. Each of them sharing the dream to one day play a concert on every island in the world.
As they grew older, they switched to real instruments and it was there that Thrash really found his love of music. It was the one thing he really pushed himself at, pouring every ounce of his soul into the craft. Learning not just the guitar, but any other instrument he could get his hands on as well. Playing was an obsession turned skill that would one day see him surpassing even Wits and Hvet in.
Ten years after landing on Elbaf, Thrash officially joined the Wild Hunt Pirates as an apprentice on the ship. He still spent most of his time hanging around Wits and Hvet, full fledged members of the crew in their own rights. On raids the trio would fight together and sit together at feasts, it was well known to friends and foes alike that the three of them were inseparable.
It was on one such raid that Hvet disappeared, having been captured by an enemy crew and sold to a human trafficker, eventually ending up in the hands of a Celestial Dragon. Hvet spent the next several years being broken mentally and physically, being treated like a pet by those who ruled the world. He was molded into the Dragon’s personal hunter and was used to collect others like him for his master’s personal collection.
The trio would reunite once again when Hvet, operating under his masters orders abducted would be slaves from a nearby island known as Metalyard. An island to the east of Elbaf, known for their exquisite metal work and blacksmiths. An island that the brother’s mother was visiting when she recognized the giant as who he had been in the past. Though no shred of that man’s personality still existed. She tried her best to bring him back, but the hollow shell of a man that was left behind showed little care for efforts. Opting to collect her with all the rest.
Word quickly reached Wits and Thrash as one of their mothers friends escaped and rushed back to Elbaf. Refusing to wait for the news to travel any farther, the pair rushed head first into the fray. The ensuing battle between the two brothers and their former friend was that of legend, a battle that laid waste to the island in what was later known as the “Metalyard Incident”. Leaving a once small island with a booming economy in shambles. An incident where Thrash would earn the moniker “The Typhoon” at only fourteen years old.
Thrash lived in relative peace for most of his life, aside from the trouble he caused on raids with the Wild Hunt pirates and run ins with marines. He generally enjoyed life with his family on Elbaf. That is, until that incident occurred. An incident that would lead several members of the crew to splinter off onto their own journeys.
During a violent outburst, Loha laid waste to the crew and Elbaf, brutally murdering not only a specter. But also his favorite child, Thrash’s sister Sona. It was also during this episode that the young Oni hybrid received a parting gift from his father. A set of three large slash marks covering most of his upper body and right side of his face. A wound he only survived thanks to the intervention of his other siblings.
It was after such a life shattering series of events, that Thrash eventually decided it was time for him to part ways with the crew and forge his own path in the world. When he gave word to Wits that he would be leaving, his brother gifted him his Zephyr SK Model 001 along with a pair of his old drumsticks.
Once his goodbyes were said, Thrash ventured out into the ocean with his trusty Buffalo Metalbaro to find his own adventure.
Gray
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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
[[strollingdeath]][[baneoftheweak]][[riseandshine]][[childofdestiny]][[freakofnature]]
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Posts : 3885
Re: [Bio] Ooba Thrash
Thu Aug 10, 2023 10:06 am[warned]
Thrash wrote:Ooba Thrash
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Basic Character Information
Forename Name: Thrash
Middle Name/Initial:
Surname: Ooba
Epithet: “Thrash the Typhoon”
Birthdate: March 13th, 1805 (24)
Gender: Male
Species/Tribe: Shandian/Oni-Giant hybrid
Faction: Pirate
Profession: Musician
Physical Appearance
Height: 13’7”
[dass]Weight: 602pds[cmt]I would recommend doubling this weight. Gray is 10'2" and weighs 1043 lbs.[/cmt][/dass]
Hair Style: Intense Power Mullet
Hair Color: Red
Eye Color: Electric Blue
Scars: Large claw mark covering majority of his upper torso, left arm, and right ride of his face.
Gear: Thrash can always be seen with a tattered acid wash jean jacket, decorated in patches and buttons. Most notably, a large number 81 with drumsticks crossed behind it on a sea of flames sewed to the back.
On his lower half, he wears an assortment of animal print speedos, most prominently a black and white cow style one. Each of his thighs is adorned with bands, a single studded black on the right and two elastic orange bands on the left.
An avid fan of shoes, Thrash owns several pairs of the same white sneakers that he rotates between in an effort to keep from wearing any one shoe more than another. They are very expensive.
Thrash always carries a Zephyr SK Model 001, a seemingly rare guitar with him that was a gift from his older brother.
Description: Thrash inherited a large muscular frame and tanned completion from his father. Resembling a young behemoth in more ways than one, including a wild mane of red hair and a large pair of horns from his oni heritage. While a small pair of Shandian wings adorn his back, the single visible trait he inherited from his mother.
On his chest and face, he sports a deep scar that covers a large portion of his body. A gift from the world’s strongest creature during one his famous red outs. His right arm has a large purple sleeve tattoo depicting several Shandian markings along his forearm and a large ram skull silhouette on the bicep.
The Past
Main Traits:
Music Lover - A natural musician and music lover, Thrash is able to play just about any instrument he comes across. Having spent his life learning just about anything he could get his hands on. Though, his favorite is the guitar. Which he he likes to play fast and heavy. Fucking metal. Crank it to eleven and bring the fucking storm.
No Internal Compass - For a man with aspirations to travel the world over, Thrash has no sense of direction and is completely incapable of reading a map. He takes this in stride though, believing he is a wandering storm, passing and striking at random. Coming as quickly as it goes.
Excitable - A passionate and loud man, Thrash lights up a room with his thundering voice and imposing frame every time he walks in. His voice volume tends to change drastically with his interest level.
Chill - Thrash is a fairly relaxed individual, preferring to spend most of his days in a constant jam sesh. He views life like one big siesta, napping, relaxing, jamming, fighting, and fucking. Eat, sleep, repeat. To him there is no better life than that of a bloodied bard.
Quick to Fists - Spending majority of his life as a member of the Wild Hunt pirates, Thrash learned and lived by the law of nature. Only the strongest survived and the weak were left to die. Fighting was encouraged, winning was rewarded, [dass]and losing wasn’t tolerated[cmt]This is wholly untrue for the Wild Hunt Pirates. Loha does not admonish those who lose. Loha only admonishes those who he thinks don't fight with conviction. He actually appreciates those who can fight viciously and to the bitter end, even if they lose.[/cmt][/dass]. Fighting was a means to solve any and everything, no matter the issue. Though he prefers to fight for fun, its still something ingrained deep into Thrash’s very being. While normally an even tempered guy, he loves a good fight and like all from Elbaf, he believes there is no greater death than that of battle.
Likes: Music, Storms, Traveling, Sailing, Fighting, Rocking out
Dislikes: Posers, Disco, Silence, Maps, Tight Spaces
Unique laugh: “Rokkukukukukukuku”
Hometown: Born on Skypiea; Raised on Elbaf
Personality: Thrash generally has a laid back, rockstar mentality, preferring to spend his days with his head in the clouds and his fingers on guitar strings. A talented musician, he can play just about any instrument he encounters, but always defers back to his most prized possession as his favorite to play. A one of kind Zephyr SK Model 001, a guitar said to have been custom made for a one of kind musician. Or that’s what his brother Wits had said when he gifted it too a young Thrash.
With a rockstar mentality, comes a rockstars fame. Or so that’s what Thrash thinks. The hulking red mullet tends to think of himself as more famous than he is for his musical talents. With most people only remember the the chaos that ensues during one of his impromptu “concerts”. This generally leads to either an individual is questioning how their life choices led them to this awkward interaction where they must explain they have never heard of him. Or thrash being run down by a group of marines or bounty hunters trying to cash out his Wild Hunt bounty.
Thrash generally gets along with his many siblings, having been raised in the Wild Hunt pirates for majority of his life. He was brought to Elbaf as a young child, where he was raised alongside his elder half brother Wits Shirk. Living with the later and his mother for his entire childhood, memories that would replace any that may have lingered from the before times. It was there that the pair learned their love of music, a love that would later see the pair forming a musical duo that was legendary among the Yonkou crew.
Passionate and excitable, the Oni hybrid tends to come off as very intense when meeting new people with similar interests. Loving to chat about music with new friends and never missing an opportunity for an impromptu jam sesh.
Laid back may he be, he still has a bit of a competitive edge to him. The winner take all mentality having been beaten into him his entire life, Thrash is quick to fists but never holds a grudge no matter the winner.
- History:
Thrash was born in a small Shandian village on Skypiea to a woman who had set out to venture the Blue Sea in her youth. Spending twenty years roaming the lower seas before returning home bearing a Dragonseed from her days as a pirate. With Thrash making his way out only a few days after their arrival.
Growing up, the Oni-Giant blood in his veins was clearly apparent to all those around him, having been born with two small horns on his head and a pair of Shandian wings sprouting from his back. He was large, with tanned skin and full head of messy red hair [dass]draped over his body[cmt]This seems unnecessary and overkill for a literal newborn.[/cmt][/dass].
By the time he was around four years old he was the size of a normal child hitting puberty, with enough strength to knock out a grown man. Traits that brought him more trouble than good living alongside the Shandians and Skypieans. Something that culminated in he and his mother being thrown out of the Sky island and forced back to the blue sea.
From there, his mother took the long journey to the island the boys father ruled over. The island of Giants, Elbaf. The trip was perilous to say the least, the pair made their way through Paradise and Fishman island, eventually marking the halfway point in their journey. Hounded by pirates, marines, and hunters of her bounty, his mother had taken her fair share of beatings. With some victories being happened upon only by Thrash’s own interference. She was tired and broken, but her body refused to give in until they reached Elbaf.
Eventually, the mother and son pair washed upon Elbaf’s shores, their ship having been reduced to splinters in the wind by a New World storm. Though, Thrash’s mother did not live to see it herself. Using the last of her energy to swim her child to shore, where they would be found by a fellow seed bearer, the mother of Wits Shirk.
Four years old is when life seemed to really start for Thrash. Growing up in a small giants village on Elbaf, he was now considered small in comparison to those around him. It was the first time in his short life he had truly felt like he was home. He no longer remembered his own mother or life in that Shandian village in the sky, instead he was only able to picture that of Wits’s own mother and the giants land of Elbaf.
From there, Thrash could be found where ever his brother Wits Shirk was, a tiny shadow of sorts that was never far behind the growing punk. Like any kid brother Thrash put up with his fair share of beatings from Wits and Hvet, a young giant who Wits had known from his own childhood. But no matter how hard they pummeled him and tried to ditch him, Thrash always managed to get back up and find them. Though, finding them usually meant Thrash getting into trouble while looking and Wits and Hvet having to bail him out.
On a certain day a year or so after Thrash arrived on Elbaf, Loha was in a rare mood, a mood where he wished to see the children that he had made. As such, he sent word for all the dragon seeds to gather from all over Elbaf and descend upon his castle. It was here that Thrash met his father for the first time.
One by one, Loha glared down at each of his children, it was one of the only times each sibling could say they felt the same thing all at once. An overwhelming emotion. Fear. Smoke spewed from the elder dragon’s nostrils as he sized up his progenies. To his delight, they all inherited his overwhelming size, even the youngest such as Thrash was much larger than a mere human child. A rare smile flashed on the one known as the strongest creature’s face. And on a whim, he tossed out a bag of Devil Fruits onto the ground in front of them. Accompanied by one word, fight.
And within a flash, the siblings turned on one another. The law of strength ran deep in their veins. They knew it was survival of the fittest in a room full of predators. Each of them scrambling to the closest fruit as they climbed over one another.
While he did his best, Thrash quickly began to struggle. Being the youngest and most recent arrival to the island, he had not yet fought any of his other siblings aside from Wits Shirk. The only one of his siblings that would actively resist the urge to kill him if given the chance. He fought tooth and nail, but every time he got close to a fruit it was swiped up and eaten. A meal that was quickly followed by a beating for the young red head.
The oni hybrid known as Thrash owed a lot of things to his brother Wits Shirk, but nothing outweighed what he did that day. With Loha looking down at the child mosh pit, Wits managed to swipe his own fruit, claiming an ancient zoan model as his own. It was then that he decided he wasn’t done yet, forcing his way back into the scrum and making his way to one of the few fruits left, he managed to kick the fruit in Thrash’s direction. And against all odds, the beaten and battered little oni took a giant bite out a feather blue fruit.
To her horror, Bee Urn watched as the little Thrash changed for the first time into an almost ethereal glowing blue bird. It’s feathers were beautiful, like lightning in physical form they hummed and made the hair on your skin stand on end. It was this sight that spurred on her intense distaste of her younger brother. A distaste that would creep up more times than the siblings could count.
Throughout their lives, Wits and Thrash learned to play music from their mother. She spent her time teaching the intricacies of the art form to the young pair. Lending them her instruments when they practiced but forbid them from taking them outside of their home.
At first, the young oni was interested in music because his brother was. They would sneak out into the woods to their makeshift Bandstand. Where Wits played drums made from pots and pans while Hvet screamed into a wooden stick he would pretend was a microphone. In typical big brother fashion, the pair made Thrash play the crowd, something he was more than happy to do if it meant he got to be involved.
Until one day, that all changed. None of them could tell you for sure when it happened and why, but one day they gave up trying to push the kid away and let him play guitar on an old piece of scrap metal they had found. Fashioning strings on it and wound them tight enough to make sound.
From then on out they were a band of three. Each of them sharing the dream to one day play a concert on every island in the world.
As they grew older, they switched to real instruments and it was there that Thrash really found his love of music. It was the one thing he really pushed himself at, pouring every ounce of his soul into the craft. Learning not just the guitar, but any other instrument he could get his hands on as well. An obsession that would one day end up seeing surpassing even [ass=In what?]Wits and Hvet in[/ass].
Ten years after landing on Elbaf, Thrash officially joined the Wild Hunt Pirates as an apprentice on the ship. He still spent most of his time hanging around Wits and Hvet, full fledged members of the crew in their own rights. On raids the trio would fight together and sit together at feasts, it was well known to friends and foes alike that the three of them were inseparable.
It was on one such raid that Hvet disappeared, having been captured by an enemy crew and sold to a human trafficker, eventually ending up in the hands of a Celestial Dragon. Hvet spent the next several years being broken mentally and physically, being treated like a pet by those who ruled the world. He was molded into the Dragon’s personal hunter and was used to collect others like him for his master’s personal collection.
The trio would reunite once again when Hvet, operating under his masters orders abducted would be slaves from a nearby island known as Metalyard. An island to the east of Elbaf, known for their exquisite metal work and blacksmiths. An island that the brother’s mother was visiting when she recognized the giant as who he had been in the past. Though no shred of that man’s personality still existed. She tried her best to bring him back, but the hollow shell of a man that was left behind showed little care for efforts. Opting to collect her with all the rest.
News quickly reached Wits and Thrash as one of their [dass]mothers attendants[cmt]Just so we're clear, by the way, Loha doesn't treat any of the women he sleeps with like they're royalty or something. And he also doesn't do it with the intention of producing a child. He just doesn't complain if the child finds their way to him one day and proves themselves.[/cmt][/dass] escaped and rushed back to Elbaf. Refusing to wait for the news to travel any farther, the pair rushed head first into the fray. The ensuing battle between the two brothers and their former friend was that of legend, a battle that laid waste to the island in what was later known as the “Metalyard Incident”. Leaving a once small island with a booming economy in shambles. An incident where Thrash would earn the moniker “The Typhoon” at only fourteen years old.
Thrash lived in relative peace for most of his life, aside from the trouble he caused on raids with the Wild Hunt pirates and run ins with marines. He generally enjoyed life with his family on Elbaf. That is, until that incident occurred. Like many other members of the Yonkou crew, there came a breaking point after many years standing idly by [dass]while Loha made those around suffer through his violent red outs[cmt]It should also be noted that most of Loha's redouts don't happen in Elbaf. Loha specifically flies away from his allies when he feels like he's about to rampage. It may not work every time, but most of his upper echelon understand that he doesn't do this on purpose and he does put in some amount of effort to avoid redding out on his own crew.[/cmt][/dass].
During a violent outburst, Loha laid waste to the crew and Elbaf, brutally murdering not only a specter. But also his favorite child, Thrash’s sister Sona. It was also during this episode that the young Oni hybrid received a parting gift from his father. A set of three large slash marks covering most of his upper body and right side of his face. A wound he only survived thanks to the intervention of his other siblings.
It was after such a life shattering series of events, that Thrash eventually decided it was time for him to part ways with the crew and forge his own path in the world. When he gave word to Wits that he would be leaving, his brother gifted him his Zephyr SK Model 001 along with a pair of his old drumsticks.
Once his goodbyes were said, Thrash ventured out into the ocean with his trusty Buffalo Metalbaro to find his own adventure.
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Re: [Bio] Ooba Thrash
Thu Aug 10, 2023 8:19 pm[approve]It's time for this fallen rockstar to rise again![/approve]
Thrash wrote:Ooba Thrash
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Basic Character Information
Forename Name: Thrash
Middle Name/Initial:
Surname: Ooba
Epithet: “Thrash the Typhoon”
Birthdate: March 13th, 1805 (24)
Gender: Male
Species/Tribe: Shandian/Oni-Giant hybrid
Faction: Pirate
Profession: Musician
Physical Appearance
Height: 13’7”
Weight: 1,602pds
Hair Style: Intense Power Mullet
Hair Color: Red
Eye Color: Electric Blue
Scars: Large claw mark covering majority of his upper torso, left arm, and right ride of his face.
Gear: Thrash can always be seen with a tattered acid wash jean jacket, decorated in patches and buttons. Most notably, a large number 81 with drumsticks crossed behind it on a sea of flames sewed to the back.
On his lower half, he wears an assortment of animal print speedos, most prominently a black and white cow style one. Each of his thighs is adorned with bands, a single studded black on the right and two elastic orange bands on the left.
An avid fan of shoes, Thrash owns several pairs of the same white sneakers that he rotates between in an effort to keep from wearing any one shoe more than another. They are very expensive.
Thrash always carries a Zephyr SK Model 001, a seemingly rare guitar with him that was a gift from his older brother.
Description: Thrash inherited a large muscular frame and tanned complexion from his father. Resembling a young behemoth in more ways than one, including a wild mane of red hair and a large pair of horns from his oni heritage. While a small pair of Shandian wings adorn his back, the single visible trait he inherited from his mother.
On his chest and face, he sports a deep scar that covers a large portion of his body. A gift from the world’s strongest creature during one his famous red outs. His right arm has a large purple sleeve tattoo depicting several Shandian markings along his forearm and a large ram skull silhouette on the bicep.
The Past
Main Traits:
Music Lover - A natural musician and music lover, Thrash is able to play just about any instrument he comes across. Having spent his life learning just about anything he could get his hands on. Though, his favorite is the guitar. Which he he likes to play fast and heavy. Fucking metal. Crank it to eleven and bring the fucking storm.
No Internal Compass - For a man with aspirations to travel the world over, Thrash has no sense of direction and is completely incapable of reading a map. He takes this in stride though, believing he is a wandering storm, passing and striking at random. Coming as quickly as it goes.
Excitable - A passionate and loud man, Thrash lights up a room with his thundering voice and imposing frame every time he walks in. His voice volume tends to change drastically with his interest level.
Chill - Thrash is a fairly relaxed individual, preferring to spend most of his days in a constant jam sesh. He views life like one big siesta, napping, relaxing, jamming, fighting, and fucking. Eat, sleep, repeat. To him there is no better life than that of a bloodied bard.
Quick to Fists - Spending majority of his life as a member of the Wild Hunt pirates, Thrash learned and lived by the law of nature. Only the strongest survived and the weak were left to die. Fighting was encouraged, winning was rewarded. Fighting was a means to solve any and everything, no matter the issue. Though he prefers to fight for fun, its still something ingrained deep into Thrash’s very being. While normally an even tempered guy, he loves a good fight and like all from Elbaf, he believes there is no greater death than that of battle.
Likes: Music, Storms, Traveling, Sailing, Fighting, Rocking out
Dislikes: Posers, Disco, Silence, Maps, Tight Spaces
Unique laugh: “Rokkukukukukukuku”
Hometown: Born on Skypiea; Raised on Elbaf
Personality: Thrash generally has a laid back, rockstar mentality, preferring to spend his days with his head in the clouds and his fingers on guitar strings. A talented musician, he can play just about any instrument he encounters, but always defers back to his most prized possession as his favorite to play. A one of kind Zephyr SK Model 001, a guitar said to have been custom made for a one of kind musician. Or that’s what his brother Wits had said when he gifted it too a young Thrash.
With a rockstar mentality, comes a rockstars fame. Or so that’s what Thrash thinks. The hulking red mullet tends to think of himself as more famous than he is for his musical talents. With most people only remember the the chaos that ensues during one of his impromptu “concerts”. This generally leads to either an individual is questioning how their life choices led them to this awkward interaction where they must explain they have never heard of him. Or thrash being run down by a group of marines or bounty hunters trying to cash out his Wild Hunt bounty.
Thrash generally gets along with his many siblings, having been raised in the Wild Hunt pirates for majority of his life. He was brought to Elbaf as a young child, where he was raised alongside his elder half brother Wits Shirk. Living with the later and his mother for his entire childhood, memories that would replace any that may have lingered from the before times. It was there that the pair learned their love of music, a love that would later see the pair forming a musical duo that was legendary among the Yonkou crew.
Passionate and excitable, the Oni hybrid tends to come off as very intense when meeting new people with similar interests. Loving to chat about music with new friends and never missing an opportunity for an impromptu jam sesh.
Laid back may he be, he still has a bit of a competitive edge to him. The winner take all mentality having been beaten into him his entire life, Thrash is quick to fists but never holds a grudge no matter the winner.
- History:
Thrash was born in a small Shandian village on Skypiea to a woman who had set out to venture the Blue Sea in her youth. Spending twenty years roaming the lower seas before returning home bearing a Dragonseed from her days as a pirate. With Thrash making his way out only a few days after their arrival.
Growing up, the Oni-Giant blood in his veins was clearly apparent to all those around him, having been born with two small horns on his head and a pair of Shandian wings sprouting from his back. He was large, with tanned skin and full head of messy red hair draped over his body.
By the time he was around four years old he was the size of a normal child hitting puberty, with enough strength to knock out a grown man. Traits that brought him more trouble than good living alongside the Shandians and Skypieans. Something that culminated in he and his mother being thrown out of the Sky island and forced back to the blue sea.
From there, his mother took the long journey to the island the boys father ruled over. The island of Giants, Elbaf. The trip was perilous to say the least, the pair made their way through Paradise and Fishman island, eventually marking the halfway point in their journey. Hounded by pirates, marines, and hunters of her bounty, his mother had taken her fair share of beatings. With some victories being happened upon only by Thrash’s own interference. She was tired and broken, but her body refused to give in until they reached Elbaf.
Eventually, the mother and son pair washed upon Elbaf’s shores, their ship having been reduced to splinters in the wind by a New World storm. Though, Thrash’s mother did not live to see it herself. Using the last of her energy to swim her child to shore, where they would be found by a fellow seed bearer, the mother of Wits Shirk.
Four years old is when life seemed to really start for Thrash. Growing up in a small giants village on Elbaf, he was now considered small in comparison to those around him. It was the first time in his short life he had truly felt like he was home. He no longer remembered his own mother or life in that Shandian village in the sky, instead he was only able to picture that of Wits’s own mother and the giants land of Elbaf.
From there, Thrash could be found where ever his brother Wits Shirk was, a tiny shadow of sorts that was never far behind the growing punk. Like any kid brother Thrash put up with his fair share of beatings from Wits and Hvet, a young giant who Wits had known from his own childhood. But no matter how hard they pummeled him and tried to ditch him, Thrash always managed to get back up and find them. Though, finding them usually meant Thrash getting into trouble while looking and Wits and Hvet having to bail him out.
On a certain day a year or so after Thrash arrived on Elbaf, Loha was in a rare mood, a mood where he wished to see the children that he had made. As such, he sent word for all the dragon seeds to gather from all over Elbaf and descend upon his castle. It was here that Thrash met his father for the first time.
One by one, Loha glared down at each of his children, it was one of the only times each sibling could say they felt the same thing all at once. An overwhelming emotion. Fear. Smoke spewed from the elder dragon’s nostrils as he sized up his progenies. To his delight, they all inherited his overwhelming size, even the youngest such as Thrash was much larger than a mere human child. A rare smile flashed on the one known as the strongest creature’s face. And on a whim, he tossed out a bag of Devil Fruits onto the ground in front of them. Accompanied by one word, fight.
And within a flash, the siblings turned on one another. The law of strength ran deep in their veins. They knew it was survival of the fittest in a room full of predators. Each of them scrambling to the closest fruit as they climbed over one another.
While he did his best, Thrash quickly began to struggle. Being the youngest and most recent arrival to the island, he had not yet fought any of his other siblings aside from Wits Shirk. The only one of his siblings that would actively resist the urge to kill him if given the chance. He fought tooth and nail, but every time he got close to a fruit it was swiped up and eaten. A meal that was quickly followed by a beating for the young red head.
The oni hybrid known as Thrash owed a lot of things to his brother Wits Shirk, but nothing outweighed what he did that day. With Loha looking down at the child mosh pit, Wits managed to swipe his own fruit, claiming an ancient zoan model as his own. It was then that he decided he wasn’t done yet, forcing his way back into the scrum and making his way to one of the few fruits left, he managed to kick the fruit in Thrash’s direction. And against all odds, the beaten and battered little oni took a giant bite out a feather blue fruit.
To her horror, Bee Urn watched as the little Thrash changed for the first time into an almost ethereal glowing blue bird. It’s feathers were beautiful, like lightning in physical form they hummed and made the hair on your skin stand on end. It was this sight that spurred on her intense distaste of her younger brother. A distaste that would creep up more times than the siblings could count.
Throughout their lives, Wits and Thrash learned to play music from their mother. She spent her time teaching the intricacies of the art form to the young pair. Lending them her instruments when they practiced but forbid them from taking them outside of their home.
At first, the young oni was interested in music because his brother was. They would sneak out into the woods to their makeshift Bandstand. Where Wits played drums made from pots and pans while Hvet screamed into a wooden stick he would pretend was a microphone. In typical big brother fashion, the pair made Thrash play the crowd, something he was more than happy to do if it meant he got to be involved.
Until one day, that all changed. None of them could tell you for sure when it happened and why, but one day they gave up trying to push the kid away and let him play guitar on an old piece of scrap metal they had found. Fashioning strings on it and wound them tight enough to make sound.
From then on out they were a band of three. Each of them sharing the dream to one day play a concert on every island in the world.
As they grew older, they switched to real instruments and it was there that Thrash really found his love of music. It was the one thing he really pushed himself at, pouring every ounce of his soul into the craft. Learning not just the guitar, but any other instrument he could get his hands on as well. Playing was an obsession turned skill that would one day see him surpassing even Wits and Hvet in.
Ten years after landing on Elbaf, Thrash officially joined the Wild Hunt Pirates as an apprentice on the ship. He still spent most of his time hanging around Wits and Hvet, full fledged members of the crew in their own rights. On raids the trio would fight together and sit together at feasts, it was well known to friends and foes alike that the three of them were inseparable.
It was on one such raid that Hvet disappeared, having been captured by an enemy crew and sold to a human trafficker, eventually ending up in the hands of a Celestial Dragon. Hvet spent the next several years being broken mentally and physically, being treated like a pet by those who ruled the world. He was molded into the Dragon’s personal hunter and was used to collect others like him for his master’s personal collection.
The trio would reunite once again when Hvet, operating under his masters orders abducted would be slaves from a nearby island known as Metalyard. An island to the east of Elbaf, known for their exquisite metal work and blacksmiths. An island that the brother’s mother was visiting when she recognized the giant as who he had been in the past. Though no shred of that man’s personality still existed. She tried her best to bring him back, but the hollow shell of a man that was left behind showed little care for efforts. Opting to collect her with all the rest.
Word quickly reached Wits and Thrash as one of their mothers friends escaped and rushed back to Elbaf. Refusing to wait for the news to travel any farther, the pair rushed head first into the fray. The ensuing battle between the two brothers and their former friend was that of legend, a battle that laid waste to the island in what was later known as the “Metalyard Incident”. Leaving a once small island with a booming economy in shambles. An incident where Thrash would earn the moniker “The Typhoon” at only fourteen years old.
Thrash lived in relative peace for most of his life, aside from the trouble he caused on raids with the Wild Hunt pirates and run ins with marines. He generally enjoyed life with his family on Elbaf. That is, until that incident occurred. An incident that would lead several members of the crew to splinter off onto their own journeys.
During a violent outburst, Loha laid waste to the crew and Elbaf, brutally murdering not only a specter. But also his favorite child, Thrash’s sister Sona. It was also during this episode that the young Oni hybrid received a parting gift from his father. A set of three large slash marks covering most of his upper body and right side of his face. A wound he only survived thanks to the intervention of his other siblings.
It was after such a life shattering series of events, that Thrash eventually decided it was time for him to part ways with the crew and forge his own path in the world. When he gave word to Wits that he would be leaving, his brother gifted him his Zephyr SK Model 001 along with a pair of his old drumsticks.
Once his goodbyes were said, Thrash ventured out into the ocean with his trusty Buffalo Metalbaro to find his own adventure.
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