Name : Butch Castle
Epithet : No-Good Butch
Age : 19
Height : 5'8½" / 174 cm
Weight : 143 lbs. / 65 kg
Species : Human
Faction : Bounty Hunter
Crew : N/A
Ship : Little Castle
Crew Role : N/A
Haki Level : 0
Hitpoints (HP) : 125
Attack (ATK) : 70
Defense (DEF) : 65
Reflex (RX) : 70
Willpower (WP) : 50
Level : 1
Experience Points : 100
Berries : 256,650,000
Posts : 115
Thu Apr 13, 2017 2:52 pm
Fighting Style: Castle Rumble
Weapon Utilization: Ideally, twin revolvers. In practice, fists, farts, or just about anything else he can get his hands on is fair game
Description: Butch uses a combination of his gunslinging and flexible street-fighting skills to counter his opponents with both close-ranged melee combat and mid-ranged gunplay. Butch is a very quick gunman, but his aim leaves much to be desired.
Toggled and Passive Abilities
Flight (Toggle): (RX +20%; ATK -20%) No, this does not mean Butch suddenly grows wings and takes to the skies. When that time inevitably comes where Butch is in over his head and knows it, his blood rushes from his fists to his feet. It's time to run.
Fight (Toggle): (ATK +20%; RX -20%) There are times when a man must make his stand, come hell or high water. Butch has those times too. It's time to rumble.
- Light Techniques:
Can ya not stand still fer a minute?
Flavour: Butch takes careful aim at an opponent’s torso and fires a round, hoping the wind doesn’t carry his bullet off the mark.
Just fucking die already!
Flavour: Butch unloads all of the ammo left in the cylinders of his twin revolvers into a single target, often missing most of the shots in his frenzy.
Crouching Badass, Hidden Moron
stumbles to the floor clumsilyducks before an opponent dextrously (sometimes when they're about to strike across his frame). Placing his weight on his palms, he attempts to kick the opponent's jaw; or balls; or really whatever he can hit.
Flavour: Butch squeezes the hell out of a wound until he nearly cuts off circulation to it. This temporarily prevents the injury from getting worse and gives Butch enough of a rush to carry on fighting.
- Medium Techniques:
A fistful of berries
Flavour: Butch retrieves a single bullet and rubs it on his head to build up a static charge. He believes this will give the bullet the electrical elemental affinity when in reality, it does nothing. Though, maybe it does bring him a bit of luck?
After he's rubbed the bullet to his satisfaction, he quickly fires it "before the charge dissipates".
A little bit of fire and a shit ton of gunpowder
Flavour: Butch greases up a bullet and lights it on fire (yes, he realises this is a dumb idea). He then fires this bullet like any other, setting alight any flammable targets.
- Heavy Techniques:
It’s high noon
Flavour: Butch quick draws on an opponent, aiming for their vitals in an attempt to inflict grevious bodily harm.
A few berries more
Flavour: Butch sometimes has the tendency to lose control and go ham on the trigger. Well, this technique is one of those times when he channels this tendency on a single target. Most of these shots usually miss, but, when you fire so many Goddamned bullets, one of them has gotta hit somewhere that hurts. This is really a waste of ammunition, Butch. Work on your aim, fella.
Flavour: With a violent and fervent charge, Butch brings down a heavy fist filled with passion and anger upon his opponent. Because this single punch is too weak to take down any baddie worth his salt, Butch follows the first punch with several other haymakers. Butch hopes that one day, the first punch will be enough on its own to be called a heavy technique. Gambare, Butch!
- AoE Techniques:
Flavour: Using whatever means he can, Butch sets the environment on fire or triggers an explosion in the vicinity. I would just like it noted that I do not encourage this behaviour.
The Good, the Bad, and the Buggy
Flavour: Butch fully loads his revolvers and then with a rapid barrage of bullets, fills all opponents, barrels, and monkeys surrounding him fulla holes.
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