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[Bio] Riva A. Aderyn
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Riva A. Aderyn
Basic Character Information
First Name: Riva
Middle Name/Initial: A.
Last Name: Aderyn
Epithet: N/A
Birthdate: Oct 31, 1804
Gender: Female
Species/Race/Tribe: Human
Faction: Pirate
Profession: Martial Artist & Thief
Physical Appearance
Height: 5' 3"
Weight: 143 lbs
Hair Style: Short curly in a pixie cut style
Hair Color: Frosted blue and white
Eye Color: Vivid amber brown, deep set almond shaped
Scars: Has a badly healed brand scar on the nape of her neck in a vague shape of a jolly roger and a few scattered slash scars centered on her thighs and back.
Clothing and Accessories: Is most often seen wearing a deep loose inky black V-neck shirt tucked into a pair of tight fitting dark brown waist high shorts and completely barefoot. Also sporting two silver bangles on both wrists, a simple black choker and a pair of fancy looking Kamas hanging horizontally from the back of her belt.
Description: Her most notable feature is her usually calm and unbothered expression that doesn't change much, regardless of the current situation. Even though her expression hardly changes you can always tell what she's feeling by aura or the tone of her voice. The aura that she carries is the main indicator of how she's feeling with her tone of voice only amplifying this. She has a fairly short, stout and curvy silhouette that makes her look fairly average giving off a townsfolk-like feel though this is interrupted by her weapons, thigh scars and tattoos being on somewhat full display. Another notable thing about Moira is that her canines are quite prominent which causes most races, most notably humans to feel uneasy when she smiles. Making her smiles feel more like she's baring fangs than actually smiling. Her back scars are mostly hidden by a tattoo that covers the full expanse of her back, as well as having a tattoo on each thigh. Though these tattoos are normally hidden by her clothes since they are quite eye-catching and recognizable to anyone she meets. Both thigh tattoos have a human skull in them resting on top of flowers. The difference is the left has Aconitum and the right has Nerium Oleander. Her back piece is a giant black and gold Asian dragon moving up through water and lotus blossoms.
The Past
Main Traits: Honest, Sarcastic, Sneaky, Cautious
Likes: The Open Ocean, Fishes, Any Seafood Dishes, Reading, Music, Warmth, Freedom
Dislikes: Being Trapped, Marines, Most Vegetables, Pointless Talk, Being Hit On, Cold
Unique laugh: "Mweh heh heh heh!"
Hometown: Karate Island - South Blue
Personality: Moira generally comes off as lazy and uninterested in most things going on around her. Despite a neutral lazy expression she is polite if not a bit blunt at the best of times. She has a tendency to be brutally honest no matter the situation which has caused her a lot of grief in the past. Moira doesn't like taking sides; she can help it, preferring to simply stay on the sidelines and watch everything go down. She understands that sometimes you need to pick a side but she just disregards this and keeps doing her own thing. Surprising to many she is quite forgetful, having a tendency to not pay much attention to her surroundings unless necessary and only remembering anything with great importance in the future. So getting lost and side tracked are common occurrences for her. She hates that getting side tracked happens as often as it does but despite her best efforts nothing seems to work in preventing it from happening.
In a fight Moira still carries a lazy and uninterested aura but its intertwined with mischief. Always looking for an opening to get the better of her opponents or to simply end the fight faster than it started. She doesn't fight fair even when she agrees to do so, any method to get the upper hand is something she'll try. Moira catches many people off guard in a fight by simply being a lot more feisty then she would normally otherwise be. She saves her aggression for fights not really caring if there is a disadvantage or not. She's a lot more talkative in a fight than out of one, she taunts and makes sarcastic remarks about her opponent as a way to get them to slip up somehow. Also using her sometimes one-sided conversations to distract from her sneaky underhanded tactics though she normally only does things sneakily when the opportunity presents itself or she isn't looking for trouble. Moira tends to be a bit more cautious in fights simply for the fact she knows she can't take hits recklessly as well as hitting randomly. She tries her best not to rush head first into a fight but sometimes that hesitation leaves her open for a counter if her opponent is fast enough to see it. Sometimes when she gets a bit too eager in her fights she delves into a more beautiful nature during those fights, she doesn't normally see a fight as finished unless the opponent is severely injured or is as good as dead.
- History:
Birth - It was a heavy stormy night when Moira was born, rain pelted the roof of her family's dojo similarly to a drummer angrily striking their drum in succession. Lightning flashed through the clouds while thunder rolled and rushed through the heavy moist air of the island. The birthing process wasn't kind to either mother nor daughter, Moira was born almost two months before she was due causing her to be far too tiny and light for any of the nurses to feel comfortable. Meanwhile, her mother struggled to make it through the birthing process as more and more complications began to raise their heads. It was a good ten to fifteen hours later when Moira's father finally arrived only to be greeted by his wife already sadly passing away leaving a weak and crying Moira motherless. Her father shook a bit as he took Moira from the wet nurse that was holding her and made a promise to not only himself but to his now deceased wife that he wouldn't ever let anything or anyone hurt their precious baby girl.
Child - Moira's early childhood was frightening for her father and everyone working at the dojo. Moira would get sick often, needing round the clock care meaning many sleepless and stressful nights for her poor father. He didn't mind this though seeing his baby girl so bright and energetic even when she was sick raised his spirits far better than anything else could. Moira's father tried his best not to coddle her but sometimes he couldn't help it, the doctor he talked to made it very clear her immune system wasn't strong enough to take Moira going outside or risk meeting people just yet. So her father kept her inside and people away, despite how fussy she would get and the tantrums she would throw.
As she grew closer and closer to her teenage years Moira was taught the martial arts her family dojo taught. Her father praised her on how quick she seemed to pick up on techniques, even using them in ways he himself hadn't thought of. She had also learned manners and etiquette for when her father was ready to pass the dojo onto her. Moira had other plans she felt stifled being inside for so long, being promised to be free when she is better. She tries her best to stay patient but her curiosity ended up winning in the end eventually.
Teen - When Moira hit her pre-teens she started getting rebellious even with the doctor's reassurance that Moira was strong enough to be outside her father still kept her inside for as long as he could. She pleaded with him at every opportunity hoping that he'd listen to her pleas and give in, but no such thing happened. He got furious with her and forbade her from leaving the dojo without him. Moira huffed off to her bed and for the next few years that's how it was, with Moira asking her father to go out and him reluctantly following her. She was constantly testing her boundaries as well as her father's seeing him go red from all the inquiries. Inevitably she decided to participate in a festival going on late one night when she was fifteen. No one could have expected this little outing to end up so disastrous in the blink of an eye.
Moira had snuck out once she was certain her father was too absorbed into his work to notice her. She grabbed a small satchel and her allowance slipped out of the house and quickly made her way down to the festival with giddy footsteps. It was almost overwhelming for Moira when she arrived, there were so many colors and bright lights that for a few long moments Moira could only stare in awe. Slapping her face a couple times to shake off the trance she found herself in, Moira immediately went off to explore. She tried various different games, winning several of them as well as buying delicious food and getting her face painted. After a few hours of enjoying the festival Moira decided to sit on the edge of a dock nearby to rest and get away from all the noise for a bit. It was at this time that everything went south. One moment Moira was calmly eating her dumplings on the dock the next she was running through the burning festival trying her best to escape the raging fires and the pirates. She managed to dodge a majority of the pirates but in the end she was caught, tied and thrown in a cage with several other villagers who were sobbing and shaking. She yelled angrily at the pirates but only received a dirty look and a punch to the face. She stayed quiet after that but gave them all a fierce gaze that promised pain if they tried anything. This caused the pirates to laugh but ultimately ignored her feeble threat. She couldn't help but to wonder as the pirate ship sails away from the burning island if her father was alright.
Current - Moira was taken to Sabaody Archipelago to be sold, it didn't take long before she was sold off to some high strung aristocrat who then sold her to someone else and the cycle continued until she found herself in a far corner in the East Blue. Here she belonged to a noble family where she was a personal servant to the oldest son of the family. She tried her best not to give the little shit any reason to punish her but that never mattered. If he wanted to whip her senseless then it shall be done. Moira tried her best to hold herself back remembering her father's disciplines about striking down the weak but eventually she snapped. She barely managed to escape her "master '', having stolen a pair of Kamas from a display case in one of the many entertainment rooms along with a few bags of berries. She cut down anyone that got in her way except for the other slaves, she could never hurt them even if that meant freedom was harder to attain. When she finally got her freedom back Moira doesn't waste time, she grabs herself some new clothes and steals a small ship that's easy to maneuver with only one person on board. Moira sets sail without a moment's hesitation, not even gathering up the supplies needed for her journey. She just prays quietly to whatever gods could hear her. She never wants to be chained ever again nor take orders she sees as ill advised. Not really knowing what else to do Moira decides on just drifting through the seas and see where it takes her.
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Name : Gray
Epithet : "The Conqueror"; "Black Fist"
Age : 49
Height : 10'2" (310 cm)
Weight : 1043 lbs (473 kg)
Species/Tribe : 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
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Re: [Bio] Riva A. Aderyn
Wed Sep 28, 2022 8:48 am
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Riva wrote:Riva A. Aderyn
Basic Character Information
First Name: Riva
Middle Name/Initial: A.
Last Name: Aderyn
Epithet: N/A
Birthdate: Oct 31, 1804
Gender: Female
Species/Race/Tribe: Human
Faction: Pirate
Profession: Martial Artist & Thief
Physical Appearance
Height: 5' 3"
Weight: 143 lbs
Hair Style: Short curly in a pixie cut style
Hair Color: Frosted blue and white
Eye Color: Vivid amber brown, deep set almond shaped
Scars: Has a badly healed brand scar on the nape of her neck in a vague shape of a jolly roger and a few scattered slash scars centered on her thighs and back.
Clothing and Accessories: Is most often seen wearing a deep loose inky black V-neck shirt tucked into a pair of tight fitting dark brown waist high shorts and completely barefoot. Also sporting two silver bangles on both wrists, a simple black choker and a pair of fancy looking Kamas hanging horizontally from the back of her belt.
Description: Her most notable feature is her usually calm and unbothered expression that doesn't change much, regardless of the current situation. Even though her expression hardly changes you can always tell what she's feeling by aura or the tone of her voice. The aura that she carries is the main indicator of how she's feeling with her tone of voice only amplifying this. She has a fairly short, stout and curvy silhouette that makes her look fairly average giving off a townsfolk-like feel though this is interrupted by her weapons, thigh scars and tattoos being on somewhat full display. Another notable thing about Moira is that her canines are quite prominent which causes most races, most notably humans to feel uneasy when she smiles. Making her smiles feel more like she's baring fangs than actually smiling. Her back scars are mostly hidden by a tattoo that covers the full expanse of her back, as well as having a tattoo on each thigh. Though these tattoos are normally hidden by her clothes since they are quite eye-catching and recognizable to anyone she meets. Both thigh tattoos have a human skull in them resting on top of flowers. The difference is the left has Aconitum and the right has Nerium Oleander. Her back piece is a giant black and gold Asian dragon moving up through water and lotus blossoms.
The Past
Main Traits: Honest, Sarcastic, Sneaky, Cautious
Likes: The Open Ocean, Fishes, Any Seafood Dishes, Reading, Music, Warmth, Freedom
Dislikes: Being Trapped, Marines, Most Vegetables, Pointless Talk, Being Hit On, Cold
Unique laugh: "Mweh heh heh heh!"
Hometown: Karate Island - South Blue
Personality: Moira generally comes off as lazy and uninterested in most things going on around her. Despite a neutral lazy expression she is polite if not a bit blunt at the best of times. She has a tendency to be brutally honest no matter the situation which has caused her a lot of grief in the past. Moira doesn't like taking sides; she can help it, preferring to simply stay on the sidelines and watch everything go down. She understands that sometimes you need to pick a side but she just disregards this and keeps doing her own thing. Surprising to many she is quite forgetful, having a tendency to not pay much attention to her surroundings unless necessary and only remembering anything with great importance in the future. So getting lost and side tracked are common occurrences for her. She hates that getting side tracked happens as often as it does but despite her best efforts nothing seems to work in preventing it from happening.
In a fight Moira still carries a lazy and uninterested aura but its intertwined with mischief. Always looking for an opening to get the better of her opponents or to simply end the fight faster than it started. She doesn't fight fair even when she agrees to do so, any method to get the upper hand is something she'll try. Moira catches many people off guard in a fight by simply being a lot more feisty then she would normally otherwise be. She saves her aggression for fights not really caring if there is a disadvantage or not. She's a lot more talkative in a fight than out of one, she taunts and makes sarcastic remarks about her opponent as a way to get them to slip up somehow. Also using her sometimes one-sided conversations to distract from her sneaky underhanded tactics though she normally only does things sneakily when the opportunity presents itself or she isn't looking for trouble. Moira tends to be a bit more cautious in fights simply for the fact she knows she can't take hits recklessly as well as hitting randomly. She tries her best not to rush head first into a fight but sometimes that hesitation leaves her open for a counter if her opponent is fast enough to see it. Sometimes when she gets a bit too eager in her fights she delves into a more beautiful nature during those fights, she doesn't normally see a fight as finished unless the opponent is severely injured or is as good as dead.
- History:
Birth - It was a heavy stormy night when Moira was born, rain pelted the roof of her family's dojo similarly to a drummer angrily striking their drum in succession. Lightning flashed through the clouds while thunder rolled and rushed through the heavy moist air of the island. The birthing process wasn't kind to either mother nor daughter, Moira was born almost two months before she was due causing her to be far too tiny and light for any of the nurses to feel comfortable. Meanwhile, her mother struggled to make it through the birthing process as more and more complications began to raise their heads. It was a good ten to fifteen hours later when Moira's father finally arrived only to be greeted by his wife already sadly passing away leaving a weak and crying Moira motherless. Her father shook a bit as he took Moira from the wet nurse that was holding her and made a promise to not only himself but to his now deceased wife that he wouldn't ever let anything or anyone hurt their precious baby girl.
Child - Moira's early childhood was frightening for her father and everyone working at the dojo. Moira would get sick often, needing round the clock care meaning many sleepless and stressful nights for her poor father. He didn't mind this though seeing his baby girl so bright and energetic even when she was sick raised his spirits far better than anything else could. Moira's father tried his best not to coddle her but sometimes he couldn't help it, the doctor he talked to made it very clear her immune system wasn't strong enough to take Moira going outside or risk meeting people just yet. So her father kept her inside and people away, despite how fussy she would get and the tantrums she would throw.
As she grew closer and closer to her teenage years Moira was taught the martial arts her family dojo taught. Her father praised her on how quick she seemed to pick up on techniques, even using them in ways he himself hadn't thought of. She had also learned manners and etiquette for when her father was ready to pass the dojo onto her. Moira had other plans she felt stifled being inside for so long, being promised to be free when she is better. She tries her best to stay patient but her curiosity ended up winning in the end eventually.
Teen - When Moira hit her pre-teens she started getting rebellious even with the doctor's reassurance that Moira was strong enough to be outside her father still kept her inside for as long as he could. She pleaded with him at every opportunity hoping that he'd listen to her pleas and give in, but no such thing happened. He got furious with her and forbade her from leaving the dojo without him. Moira huffed off to her bed and for the next few years that's how it was, with Moira asking her father to go out and him reluctantly following her. She was constantly testing her boundaries as well as her father's seeing him go red from all the inquiries. Inevitably she decided to participate in a festival going on late one night when she was fifteen. No one could have expected this little outing to end up so disastrous in the blink of an eye.
Moira had snuck out once she was certain her father was too absorbed into his work to notice her. She grabbed a small satchel and her allowance slipped out of the house and quickly made her way down to the festival with giddy footsteps. It was almost overwhelming for Moira when she arrived, there were so many colors and bright lights that for a few long moments Moira could only stare in awe. Slapping her face a couple times to shake off the trance she found herself in, Moira immediately went off to explore. She tried various different games, winning several of them as well as buying delicious food and getting her face painted. After a few hours of enjoying the festival Moira decided to sit on the edge of a dock nearby to rest and get away from all the noise for a bit. It was at this time that everything went south. One moment Moira was calmly eating her dumplings on the dock the next she was running through the burning festival trying her best to escape the raging fires and the pirates. She managed to dodge a majority of the pirates but in the end she was caught, tied and thrown in a cage with several other villagers who were sobbing and shaking. She yelled angrily at the pirates but only received a dirty look and a punch to the face. She stayed quiet after that but gave them all a fierce gaze that promised pain if they tried anything. This caused the pirates to laugh but ultimately ignored her feeble threat. She couldn't help but to wonder as the pirate ship sails away from the burning island if her father was alright.
Current - Moira was taken to Sabaody Archipelago to be sold, it didn't take long before she was sold off to some high strung aristocrat who then sold her to someone else and the cycle continued until she found herself in a far corner in the East Blue. Here she belonged to a noble family where she was a personal servant to the oldest son of the family. She tried her best not to give the little shit any reason to punish her but that never mattered. If he wanted to whip her senseless then it shall be done. Moira tried her best to hold herself back remembering her father's disciplines about striking down the weak but eventually she snapped. She barely managed to escape her "master '', having stolen a pair of Kamas from a display case in one of the many entertainment rooms along with a few bags of berries. She cut down anyone that got in her way except for the other slaves, she could never hurt them even if that meant freedom was harder to attain. When she finally got her freedom back Moira doesn't waste time, she grabs herself some new clothes and steals a small ship that's easy to maneuver with only one person on board. Moira sets sail without a moment's hesitation, not even gathering up the supplies needed for her journey. She just prays quietly to whatever gods could hear her. She never wants to be chained ever again nor take orders she sees as ill advised. Not really knowing what else to do Moira decides on just drifting through the seas and see where it takes her.
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