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 Posted: Wed Jan 25, 2017 3:54 pm
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 Ѻ Ѻ Ѻ Ѻ Ѻ Ѻ { S C H W E R T G E I S T } Ѻ Ѻ Ѻ Ѻ Ѻ ѺAjora || Shipwright x Marksman || Loner || Devil Fruit [---] ╔════════════════════════════════════════════╗[ She stands atop the island, at its highest peak, watching everything below. This land, the land she chose to save. The same land she calls her home after leaving the ever protective grip of her parent’s memory. The brunette inhales through her nose and exhales out of her mouth, letting her chest push out and set back in. “Looks like this place is safe again.” she comments, this mysterious woman. Her hazel eyes glide across the landscape, to the trees, to the oceans abound. Without a shadow of a doubt, this place is safe. “I guess...it’s time for me to move on to the next. Maybe this letter holds value.” With a smile, she takes a step back before leaping off the side of the mountain and down to the ground below before landing atop a large avian-like creature, that doesn’t seem too pleased with her interference. After a light scuffle, and run through the forest, she makes her way to the docks. Never needing to say her farewells to the people of the island. She’d be back, after all. ]╚════════════════════════════════════════════╝Words in Post: 181 Rank: ---
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Credit: Format base by Fauna Lestrade. |
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2018 2:28 pm
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 Eiza Zoldya[Strength: 100][Speed: 75][Vitality: 119][Tiny Juggernaut][Anti-Devil Kuja][Tank][Unarmed Combat][Life Return][Assassin][Pirate]
[Health: 1106/1106][Stamina: 540/540][Spirit: 88/88]
It had been a while since she's been here, the rather short Kuja woman who often would visit the island she was sailing towards with her mother when she was little. As she came to the shore she noticed there were actually quite a little amount of people...yet still all females...all Kuja. This place never changed in the least. Eiza would set her ship in a place where it would not simply float off back to sea. Not that she would mind swimming after a while, but she didn't really want to at this time. Eiza continued on deeper into the island, she remembered the paths to get to the village and avoid most of the wild life on the island. That being said, she also wouldn't have minded if something came for her as she was on the way. She was excited, but very much did not show it. However she was sure the animals could probably sense the raw bloodlust that it seemed Eiza constantly exuded. It was not some sort of killing intent, it was more like constant excitement from the idea of combat. However she did not often experience the feel of combat, and she never showed the excitement she experienced on her face, let alone in her mind. Eventually she reached the village and that was when it hit her, she knew how to get what she wanted...and she was going to get exactly that. The Kuja in the village were all training to be soldiers....testing themselves. What better way to do this than to cause strife. Eiza looked about, as typical Kuja training was just that. However Eiza was about to throw a huge wrench into thier plans. She walked up to the nearest building, hands digging into the sides of the large wall as she pulled three times before dislodging the wall of the building causing the building to collapse. From there the panic started. For most Eiza was rather disappointed, the mere ripping off of a building wall and collapse caused so many of these warriors to flee. The few that approached the woman weapons at the ready however would be the first to experience the anger she felt towards those that did not run through the wall ripped off. Hurling it at them as if it were a giant thrown weapon in her hands. They did not scatter, they all took the hit, going flying along with the wall into another building behind them causing it to collapse as well...likely with these few kuja under it at this point. Eiza's expression still unchanging as she continued on through the village, ripping wall by wall off the village, tossing each part of the wall she could in some other direction than the last. Sending some parts flying into the surrounding forest, causing wildlife to scatter from the trees and brushes alike. Animals and people alike running in all kinds of directions amongst the chaos, and Eiza the center...the cause of this commotion seemed as calm as a rock...however if rocks could panic she was sure they would be as well.
518/500 Major Destruction |
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2018 11:01 am
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ᴘᴡʀ: 000 | sᴘᴅ: 000 | ᴇɴᴅ: 000 | ɪɴᴛ: 000 | ᴀᴄᴄ: 000 | ᴘʀᴡ: 000
[ Several days had come and gone since Eto made resident in the rural Crimson Island village of Vanda. In this period of time she managed to recover a great deal from her travels, and due to her being present to protect the villagers from further bandit attacks, she was rewards handsomely with various goods and produce. She would be able to survive for quite some time now. As she departs from the village, everyone waves towards her, yelling their appreciations and best wishes. In return, he merely bows before turning away to leave with her coffin in tow. “This reprieve was favorable. I will keep note of Vanda Village should I return to this island.” she says softly, walking past a bear chewing down on some strange deer-like creature. The bear stares at her for a time, but oddly does not attack. Once Eto has walked far enough away, it merely returns to its meal.
Over the course of a few hours she finds herself back on the sea once more, heading to a new place of residency. Eventually, she finds herself docking at a peculiar island. As she looks to the land mass, she feels a strong sense of nostalgia. One that draws her ever closer. Enough to where she can’t ignore it. With her mind made up, she docks on a far off end along the coast. After securing her boat, her coffin comes onshore next. She chains it to herself, and begins moving forward once more. Though, despite her being certain this is her first time being her… from the foliage, to the unique feeling of the stand beneath her feet, to the taste of the air here. It’s all so nostalgic. Her golden iris stare up to the sky as she recalls her time back on Asgardios. When she was nothing more than a doll. A tool they branded the title executioner. And now, she has so much freedom. A freedom she never would have tasted if she didn’t kill the All-Father. “This place...is sufficient.” she says, referring to the homely aura she gets from simply being here.
After a small break to appreciate the flora and fauna, she equips her coffin and moves further into the island. The deeper she goes, however, the more powerful this particular sense becomes. It’s like something is watching her. Hunting her. It gets to the point where she has to come to a halt, and look upwards over her shoulder to the shades of a large tree. “I would have you cease your stalking. If you continue, this body will have no other choice but to terminate you.” she speaks, her eyes almost shifting in design. Her iris shrink and almost slit, while her demeanor goes cold and the bloodthirst reeks from her like a fountain. After hesitation, two figures dash from the trees and land before Eto weapons in hand. “Halt! Who are you, and why have you come here?!” Eto’s head tilts lightly before she lifts it again.
“Is it a custom in this sea to question every traveler you come across?” she asks. The women look at each other before turning back, holding up their spears.
Realizing these women have no plans to explain further, Eto releases her coffin and rests her hand over her katana. “Then you’ve made your decision. Beginning execution.” With that, the battle sparked off. In the end, others were able to come and save the two women from execution, and explained to Eto the reasoning behind their scepticism. In time, the executioner helped this island too recover itself. ]
Traits: Primary Weapon: Sword x Rokushiki x Life Return | Perk: Specialist | Alliance: Loner | Fruit: Torture
[ Major Restoration - 598 / 500 - Complete ] |
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2018 1:46 pm
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 AKI 秋
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xx066 Strength :: 000 Prowess :: 060 Defense :: 045 Speed :: 000 Stamina :: 044 Vitality
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xxx↪ Oni 鬼 :: AD Kuja :: Berserker [Strength] :: Primary Weapon [Fists] :: Life Return :: Rokushiki :: Pirate
Aki had Fran in one hand, her muscular arm wrapped around his slender waist. The water was churned a frothy white by the prow of her ship as she steered it into port against the high seas. There was a thunder storm today, one that the effervescent sea was reacting violently to. The waves were high and the wind was against their backs, buffeting the two figures standing on the deck of the ship. Aki's muscles strained as she held the beast in line and kept Fran close to her. She had just promised the "former" marine that she would keep him safe, and she aimed to keep that promise. It took every fiber of her being to keep them anchored to the boards of the ship, that creaked and wailed at the rabid ocean. The waves bit and tore at the hull, white foam lathering the toothy breakers. "HOLD ON!" She shouted over the bellowing sky and barking thunder. The sky flashed white, cracks forming in the sky as electrons raced from one cloud to another. The ship rolled up onto the dock, crushing and snapping boards beneath the weight off the frame. The two of them nearly flipped right over the railing in front of them, had Aki not caught them both. "Well, that could've been a better landin'! Akikikiki!" She laughed in defiance of the sky and the gods who had called down the storm. "You want to get strong? You need to fight!" A bark left her throat as she hopped off the ship and landed heavily on the wharf below. Boards further splintered from her weight, her muscles rippling from the impact of her descent. A man was already running down the quay towards them, a portly man with paper-work, pen and some sort of uniform. No doubt the harbor master. 'M-ma'am! Y-you will n-need to pay for that!' He stuttered, his chin quivering with every word as he tried to assert some sort of authority over the woman that towered a head taller than him and nearly two widths broader. Her neck rolled, ligaments popping SNAP POP POP, as she stepped forward. She looked down at the over-weight man contemptuously. Her knuckles dug into her own hips as she stood in front of him with feet shoulder-width apart. "Oh?" She cooed, a smug grin spreading across her face. Slowly she lifted him with one arm, slung him up, then tossed him off the dock and into the water below. "Come on Fran! Time to get some attention! Akikikiki!" She laughed, give him a not so subtle wink over her broad shoulder. She starting jogging towards the town, her muscles joggling with every thumping step! People would hear her coming for miles away, figuratively. Well, then literally. 462/--- Major Raid
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2018 2:23 am
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Saucy Goblin generated a random number between
75 and 175 ...
99!
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2018 11:38 am
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2018 11:53 am
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PonderingPenguin generated a random number between
75 and 175 ...
174!
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2018 3:19 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2018 4:40 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2018 11:23 am
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Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2018 11:36 am
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