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Decimus Viora
Tracker

Name : Decimus Magnus Viora
Epithet : Tyrant Culler
Age : 19
Height : 6'10"
Weight : 290 lbs
Species : Human
Faction : Revolutionary
Crew : **Looking**
Ship : **Looking**
Crew Position : **Unresolved**
Devil Fruit : None
Haki Level : 3
Hitpoints (HP) : 200
Attack (ATK) : 170
Defense (DEF) : 150
Reflex (RX) : 145
Willpower (WP) : 200
Level : 21
Experience Points : 2125
Berries Berries : 6,050,000
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Posts : 18
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Decimus M. Viora Empty Decimus M. Viora

on Fri Jul 28, 2017 4:26 am

Decimus Magus Viora.


Decimus M. Viora 8534b8d28d0fed4755ae96d3d643e764

Basic Character Information


Starting Bonus: Tough Guy. | [Starting Bonus Roll]

First Name: Decimus
Middle Name/Initial: Magnus
Last Name: Viora
Epithet: Tyrant Culler
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Faction: Revolutionary
Profession: Field Officer - He has lived his life either as a young noble soldier or as a member of the Revolutionary Army. He has a lot of military experience and understands field tactics.


Physical Appearance


Height: 6'10
Weight: 290 lbs

Hair Style: Medium-long, disheveled.
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Ocean Blue
Scars: He has a scar running the length of his right eyebrow to his right cheek.
Clothing and Accessories: He wears the traditional armor of his kingdom, Blizztaria. It is a dark dull gray suit of medieval armor that covers him from the collarbones down to the torso, as well as all across his entire body. On the joints, however, there is no protection and weak interlocking sections that allow for mobility. The metal used is called frost iron, which has a blue tint inside the gray shell.  He wears a black satin eye-patch that covers his right eye and a long fur coat that was made of a skinned beast that is common to his island. This armor is sturdy.

Description: He is a brightly blond haired, blue-eyed man. He has hair on his chest and forearms but they are blond and easily blend in with his skin. He has a evenly proportioned body. He has the physique of an athletic swimmer and his musculature is pronounced, but not to the point in which it looks unnatural. He has thicker thighs than most men and his legs have far more defined muscle about them in comparison to his upper body, though he sports a six pack on his abdomen.


The Past


Main Traits: Stern. Tactical. Focused. Expressionless. Hateful.
Likes: Writing. Relaxing. Traveling. Liberation. Revenge. Winter. Intimacy. Planning. Commanding. Intimidating others.
Dislikes: Marines. Cipher Pol. World Government. Celestial Dragons. Bounty Hunters. Piracy. Slavery. Gambling. Flying. Sea Kings.
Unique laugh: Larararara

Hometown: Blizztaria [North Blue]
Personality: In non-combat situations, Decimus is a stern albeit polite individual. He doesn't seem to bother with threatening his would be opponents, nor does he seemingly like to engage in trash talk of those he comes up against. He is a man of intense focus, with a serious nature about him. His only goals involve protecting the islands from the cruelty that the World Government has been known to dish out. He is an honorable warrior that has put his life on the line for many of the people he has come across, without a second thought on the matter.

He is far from being a good person, but he is completely dedicated to enforcing freedom to those who inhabit the blues and beyond. Over the course of his existence he has showcased that he is extremely loyal to those he has pledged himself to. Which currently would be the Revolutionary Army. His feelings for the organization are mixed. He appreciates their goal none the less. He is not one to laugh often as he seems to lack a sense of humor, though this is attributed to the harsh lifestyle in which he was raised in.

This inability to let himself embrace laughter is partially why all of his attacks do not have any unique or creative names to them. He happens to be a very straight forward Revolutionary, this reflects heavily in all combat situations that he finds himself in. He is the kind of combatant that chooses to engage one of three objectives in any altercation. Either the goal is to apprehend the subject for imprisonment, deter the target from pursuing further aggression within the current location or to eliminate the threat entirely.

He usually bases this judgment based off his superior officer's decisions, as he personally leans towards the latter option. He firmly believes that the only solution to the World Government's tyrannical regime being toppled is to cut their organization out like an infected limb. There is no love lost for his opponents, even though he doesn't go out of his way to gloat or entice them into battle. He is a methodical butcher, knowing exactly how to discourage acts of violence being committed by an enemy, as well as being highly skilled in the art of intimidation. He has no qualms about causing any collateral damage.

History:


Decimus was raised with the expectation that he would someday lead the island-nation of Blizztaria despite the fact that he was the second-born son of Lord Fenrir Viora. His eldest brother had left the island by the time that Decimus was five years of age, moving to join the World Government instead of taking up his place as a member of the royal bloodline. Decimus had faint memories of his elder sibling, yet little time to ever reflect on his time with him. Instead, he spent most of his youth learning how to battle against the monsters that inhabited the island proper. He was first tasked to complete these tasks with the mentorship of veteran and seasoned guards. Learning their techniques so that he may apply them to his own experiences. Like all young warriors he was given his own spear and trained in it's uses. He wasn't very good, however.

Decimus' training regime was hell. Whenever the harshest season, Winter, approached, he'd be forced out of the safety of his castle and his town so that he could live among the beasts in the wild. Being tasked with venturing further and further into the heart of the white wastes with each passing year. This was done to test his mettle and the process itself had began when he was only nine years of age. Fortunately such a task was not done in solitary confinement and he would spend his time with five other boys around his age, with the eldest boy tasked with taking charge. These clusters of young men functioned as expeditionary units for the kingdom. They were meant to make sure that enemies didn't come near their lands as well as being a cheap alternative to wasting veteran soldiers on monster culling. Its why families had so many children.

When the fifth year of his trials were formed, everything would change for the boy. Their leader would be slain by dangerous creatures that lived beneath the snow, forcing Decimus to pick up the reigns and lead his fellow youths through the trial. Decimus had lost his spear in the scuffle, taking his fallen leader's Naginata, a weapon in which he was far better suited to wield. A thought that made him feel closer to his own father. It was the first real experience that Decimus would have with command and the experienced steeled him. It forced him to be an adult much faster than he had hoped or anticipated. As a result, he took most of his free time to watch over his fellow soldiers. Such leadership would last for two more years... with his trial cut short by the arrival of strange men in suits. Men from far away lands.

He retreated quickly to the village with his men in tow, reaching the village sooner than he was expected. He warned the guard that there were strange men approaching, but when he described them as wearing suits the guards practically laughed in his face. The only contact with the World Government that the island had ever dealt with prior to now, was the rank and file Marines. The Ciphor Pol had never stepped foot on the island and yet, they were here. Decimus rushed to his father to tell him of the strange visitors and all he was told was to wait in the armory with his mother, to protect her with his life. For reasons yet understood, his father knew of these men... as if he had been expecting them this entire time. Decimus disobeyed this order however, hiding behind a nearby column so that he could eavesdrop on the conversation.

What he overheard from the conversation was mighty strange. Something about a Lineage Factor of some sort and it's research location, a loud shouting match, and then barking. When he peaked his head out, his father was on the ground... completely overwhelmed by a man... or a mastiff... or some combination of both. His father spat on the male before having his head crushed. The men in suits fanned out throughout the castle and he could hear the sounds of fighting outside. He quickly rushed to the armory to find his mother, but found her corpse and a suited man standing over her. Enraged, he lashed out and tackled the man to the ground from behind. Scrambling, he took hold of his father's prized Naginata and slew the invader. He didn't have time to mourn his mother's passing, however, as he collected whatever artifacts he could and set out to deal with the invaders.

He didn't make it far however, before he was kicked in the face by the same man that killed his father. When he awoke, his country was in ruins and he was buried in a pile of fallen members of his once great kingdom. He spent two hours climbing his way out of the corpse pile... and vowed that he would eradicate those responsible for the destruction of his village. With nothing left, he entered the white wastes once more... trekking to the edge of the island. Slaying whatever creature got in his way. His time among the beasts only proved to make him stronger, and he eventually reached the end of the island proper. Looking out over the ocean... he noted an approaching vessel that had flags on it he had never seen. When those aboard the ship approached, he treated them as hostile entities... until one declared himself a member of the Revolutionary Army.

At first, Decimus did not trust these strangers, but after joining with them, as they had explained to him what likely happened to his family, he decided to completely dedicate himself to their cause. So long as it meant that he was able to get his revenge, that was all that mattered to him. He'd spent a total of four years with the Revolutionary Army, doing whatever he could to get back at those who had caused him so much pain. More than anything else, however, he burned the face of that Mastiff fruit user into his mind. Hoping to find and execute the bastard with his own two hands.

Castor O. Nox
Decimus M. Viora G7UGK6I
Tracker

Name : Castor O. Nox
Epithet : Sanpaku
Age : 24
Height : 5'7
Weight : 160lbs
Species : Three-Eye Tribesman
Faction : Pirate
World Position : Super Veteran
Crew : Nox Pirates
Ship : The Wailing Calamity
Crew Position : Captain | Navigator | Book Collector
Devil Fruit : Goro Goro no Mi
Haki Level : 9
[[haospec]][[busospec]]
Hitpoints (HP) : 380
Attack (ATK) : 450
Defense (DEF) : 450
Reflex (RX) : 525
Willpower (WP) : 500
Level : 77
Experience Points : 7748
Bounty : 480,000,000
Income Multiplier : +10%
Shop Discount : 20%
Berries Berries : 28,279,688‬
[[baneoftheweak]][[riseandshine]][[bookworm]][[untouchable]][[childofdestiny]]
[[punchoutguru]][[barrelcrazed]]
[[atkt6_sp]][[deft6]][[deft6]][[rxt5]]
Posts : 430
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Decimus M. Viora Empty Re: Decimus M. Viora

on Mon Jul 20, 2020 12:11 am
@Decimus Viora wrote:

Decimus Magus Viora.


Decimus M. Viora 8534b8d28d0fed4755ae96d3d643e764

Basic Character Information


Starting Bonus: Tough Guy. | [Starting Bonus Roll]

First Name: Decimus
Middle Name/Initial: Magnus
Last Name: Viora
Epithet: Tyrant Culler
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Faction: Revolutionary
Profession: Field Officer - He has lived his life either as a young noble soldier or as a member of the Revolutionary Army. He has a lot of military experience and understands field tactics.


Physical Appearance


Height: 6'10
Weight: 290 lbs

Hair Style: Medium-long, disheveled.
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Ocean Blue
Scars: He has a scar running the length of his right eyebrow to his right cheek.
Clothing and Accessories: He wears the traditional armor of his kingdom, Blizztaria. It is a dark dull gray suit of medieval armor that covers him from the collarbones down to the torso, as well as all across his entire body. On the joints, however, there is no protection and weak interlocking sections that allow for mobility. The metal used is called frost iron, which has a blue tint inside the gray shell.  He wears a black satin eye-patch that covers his right eye and a long fur coat that was made of a skinned beast that is common to his island. This armor is sturdy.

Description: He is a brightly blond haired, blue-eyed man. He has hair on his chest and forearms but they are blond and easily blend in with his skin. He has a evenly proportioned body. He has the physique of an athletic swimmer and his musculature is pronounced, but not to the point in which it looks unnatural. He has thicker thighs than most men and his legs have far more defined muscle about them in comparison to his upper body, though he sports a six pack on his abdomen.


The Past


Main Traits: Stern. Tactical. Focused. Expressionless. Hateful.
Likes: Writing. Relaxing. Traveling. Liberation. Revenge. Winter. Intimacy. Planning. Commanding. Intimidating others.
Dislikes: Marines. Cipher Pol. World Government. Celestial Dragons. Bounty Hunters. Piracy. Slavery. Gambling. Flying. Sea Kings.
Unique laugh: Larararara

Hometown: Blizztaria [North Blue]
Personality: In non-combat situations, Decimus is a stern albeit polite individual. He doesn't seem to bother with threatening his would be opponents, nor does he seemingly like to engage in trash talk of those he comes up against. He is a man of intense focus, with a serious nature about him. His only goals involve protecting the islands from the cruelty that the World Government has been known to dish out. He is an honorable warrior that has put his life on the line for many of the people he has come across, without a second thought on the matter.

He is far from being a good person, but he is completely dedicated to enforcing freedom to those who inhabit the blues and beyond. Over the course of his existence he has showcased that he is extremely loyal to those he has pledged himself to. Which currently would be the Revolutionary Army. His feelings for the organization are mixed. He appreciates their goal none the less. He is not one to laugh often as he seems to lack a sense of humor, though this is attributed to the harsh lifestyle in which he was raised in.

This inability to let himself embrace laughter is partially why all of his attacks do not have any unique or creative names to them. He happens to be a very straight forward Revolutionary, this reflects heavily in all combat situations that he finds himself in. He is the kind of combatant that chooses to engage one of three objectives in any altercation. Either the goal is to apprehend the subject for imprisonment, deter the target from pursuing further aggression within the current location or to eliminate the threat entirely.

He usually bases this judgment based off his superior officer's decisions, as he personally leans towards the latter option. He firmly believes that the only solution to the World Government's tyrannical regime being toppled is to cut their organization out like an infected limb. There is no love lost for his opponents, even though he doesn't go out of his way to gloat or entice them into battle. He is a methodical butcher, knowing exactly how to discourage acts of violence being committed by an enemy, as well as being highly skilled in the art of intimidation. He has no qualms about causing any collateral damage.

History:


Decimus was raised with the expectation that he would someday lead the island-nation of Blizztaria despite the fact that he was the second-born son of Lord Fenrir Viora. His eldest brother had left the island by the time that Decimus was five years of age, moving to join the World Government instead of taking up his place as a member of the royal bloodline. Decimus had faint memories of his elder sibling, yet little time to ever reflect on his time with him. Instead, he spent most of his youth learning how to battle against the monsters that inhabited the island proper. He was first tasked to complete these tasks with the mentorship of veteran and seasoned guards. Learning their techniques so that he may apply them to his own experiences. Like all young warriors he was given his own spear and trained in it's uses. He wasn't very good, however.

Decimus' training regime was hell. Whenever the harshest season, Winter, approached, he'd be forced out of the safety of his castle and his town so that he could live among the beasts in the wild. Being tasked with venturing further and further into the heart of the white wastes with each passing year. This was done to test his mettle and the process itself had began when he was only nine years of age. Fortunately such a task was not done in solitary confinement and he would spend his time with five other boys around his age, with the eldest boy tasked with taking charge. These clusters of young men functioned as expeditionary units for the kingdom. They were meant to make sure that enemies didn't come near their lands as well as being a cheap alternative to wasting veteran soldiers on monster culling. Its why families had so many children.

When the fifth year of his trials were formed, everything would change for the boy. Their leader would be slain by dangerous creatures that lived beneath the snow, forcing Decimus to pick up the reigns and lead his fellow youths through the trial. Decimus had lost his spear in the scuffle, taking his fallen leader's Naginata, a weapon in which he was far better suited to wield. A thought that made him feel closer to his own father. It was the first real experience that Decimus would have with command and the experienced steeled him. It forced him to be an adult much faster than he had hoped or anticipated. As a result, he took most of his free time to watch over his fellow soldiers. Such leadership would last for two more years... with his trial cut short by the arrival of strange men in suits. Men from far away lands.

He retreated quickly to the village with his men in tow, reaching the village sooner than he was expected. He warned the guard that there were strange men approaching, but when he described them as wearing suits the guards practically laughed in his face. The only contact with the World Government that the island had ever dealt with prior to now, was the rank and file Marines. The Ciphor Pol had never stepped foot on the island and yet, they were here. Decimus rushed to his father to tell him of the strange visitors and all he was told was to wait in the armory with his mother, to protect her with his life. For reasons yet understood, his father knew of these men... as if he had been expecting them this entire time. Decimus disobeyed this order however, hiding behind a nearby column so that he could eavesdrop on the conversation.

What he overheard from the conversation was mighty strange. Something about a Lineage Factor of some sort and it's research location, a loud shouting match, and then barking. When he peaked his head out, his father was on the ground... completely overwhelmed by a man... or a mastiff... or some combination of both. His father spat on the male before having his head crushed. The men in suits fanned out throughout the castle and he could hear the sounds of fighting outside. He quickly rushed to the armory to find his mother, but found her corpse and a suited man standing over her. Enraged, he lashed out and tackled the man to the ground from behind. Scrambling, he took hold of his father's prized Naginata and slew the invader. He didn't have time to mourn his mother's passing, however, as he collected whatever artifacts he could and set out to deal with the invaders.

He didn't make it far however, before he was kicked in the face by the same man that killed his father. When he awoke, his country was in ruins and he was buried in a pile of fallen members of his once great kingdom. He spent two hours climbing his way out of the corpse pile... and vowed that he would eradicate those responsible for the destruction of his village. With nothing left, he entered the white wastes once more... trekking to the edge of the island. Slaying whatever creature got in his way. His time among the beasts only proved to make him stronger, and he eventually reached the end of the island proper. Looking out over the ocean... he noted an approaching vessel that had flags on it he had never seen. When those aboard the ship approached, he treated them as hostile entities... until one declared himself a member of the Revolutionary Army.

At first, Decimus did not trust these strangers, but after joining with them, as they had explained to him what likely happened to his family, he decided to completely dedicate himself to their cause. So long as it meant that he was able to get his revenge, that was all that mattered to him. He'd spent a total of four years with the Revolutionary Army, doing whatever he could to get back at those who had caused him so much pain. More than anything else, however, he burned the face of that Mastiff fruit user into his mind. Hoping to find and execute the bastard with his own two hands.



An avenger type, I like this take on being adorned as the promised child but the World Government had their own plans about that. Can't wait to see his come up story, hopefully he'll find some companions he can trust! Approved!

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