The [Bio] Hammerhead Joe
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Hammerhead Joe- [tracker=/t2796-tracker-hammerhead-joe#18499]
Name : Hammerhead Joe
Epithet : Sandshark
Age : 33
Height : 8'10"
Weight : 587 lbs
Species/Tribe : Fishman
Faction : Civilian
Alliance : N/A
Crew : Rising Tides
Balance : [bel] 50,000
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Posts : 3
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[Bio] Hammerhead Joe
Thu Jan 11, 2024 2:23 pmHammerhead Joe
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Basic Character Information
Forename: Joe
Surname: Hammerhead
Epithet: Sandshark / Oasis King
Birthdate: December, 1796
Gender: Male
Species/Tribe: Fishman - Hammerhead Shark
Faction:Civilian: Some would say Eco-Terrorist, Joe says Hero.
Profession: Dreamer, Mastermind
Physical Appearance
Height: 8' 10"
Weight: 587 lbs
Hair Style: None
Hair Color: None
Eye Color: Night sky Purple
Scars: Numerous, All over his forearms. Propeller Blade Scars along his Dorsal Fin.
Gear: Bedecked in piercings and jewelry. They cover most of his exposed flesh. He typically remains shirtless to show off his Fishman physique and wears loose-flowing pants.
Description: A large hammerhead shark-type Fishman with gray-green skin and eyes as dark as the night sky. He is typically sporting a shark-toothed grin and is built like a brick house. Part of his dorsal fin has been chopped off, but he still shows it off with pride.
A small Goldfish, named Backup Food, follows him around in a special Coated Bubble that lets it float and survive on the surface.
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The Past
Main Traits: Eco-Terrorist, Megalomania, Self-Righteous, Ravenous Gluttony
Likes: Food, Fishman, Human Tools and Society
Dislikes: Human-Centric World Policy, Racism, Fishman Weakness, Victim Mentalities
Unique laugh: Gru-gru-gru-gru!
Hometown: Briss Kingdom - Below
Personality: Hammerhead Joe is destined for greatness. Hammerhead Joe will change the world.
Joe has an interesting perspective. He finds that even below the water, the world is catered to those above. This cannot stand. He's made it his life's mission to make the world more habitable for Fishman and Merfolk, alike.
Joe is not elitist in his tendencies, he believes Fishman deserves more than what they have been allocated in this world. He admires human civilization and culture and often references or uses Humans to achieve his goals.
Joe is a dreamer, with his head in the clouds. Often considered insane by contemporaries, he has big plans and even bigger ambitions. He always acts with some greater goal in mind and he will do anything to achieve that greater goal. Anything.
A genius in destruction and extremely motivated, Joe is relentless in combat. He uses a blend of Fishman karate to manipulate water into fish-shaped attacks and weapons. He does not stop until either he or his opponent is dead.
In the water, he approaches like a classic shark, dorsal fin splitting the water. Its scarred and missing pieces are a tribute to his encounters.
- History:
"I'm not what the world says I am… and when the world is wrong… You change it."
Hammerhead Joe
I overheard a man once. Human, I think. Some of those surface races all look so dreadfully similar. Not like us Fishmen, we are diverse.
Anyways, he talked about the Butterfly Effect. About how one small thing can lead to cascade into something larger. The whisper of wind from a butterfly wing can become a tsunami.
I plan to be the whisper and the waves.
Life was simple in my early days. A charmed village life. Ma and Pa owned a Cowfish Ranch below the waves and off the coast of the Briss Kingdom. What we didn't sell in the village we'd take top side to sell among the merchant stalls and fish stands above.
Now, I'm probably the humblest Fishman you'll meet, but Ma and Pa's Cowfish? Those were some premium cuts. Delectable. Five Star.
Why then, did all the human catches sell for more? Tsk. Surface Dweller first, Fishman second.
My parents just shrugged when I asked.
[npc=misc]"It's the way of the surface, Joe Joe."[/npc]
On calm summer nights, when the chores were done. Some of the village kids and I would sneak away and break the water to the surface. We'd watch the shorelines of Briss kingdoms as children played games in the sand.
One time. Only once, did we have the courage to ask to join. No one picked us.
My friends just shrugged when I asked.
[npc=bhun]"It's the way of the surface, Joe."[/npc]
Tsk. Surface Dweller first, Fishman second.
I had always been disenfranchised with the farming life. It wasn't for me, and my parents knew that before I did. With long goodbyes and promises of letters, I left the village on my 20th birthday. I headed for the one place that I thought would help me make sense of this world.
Fishman Island. Our place in the world.
Imagine my disappointment, when the very place I dreamed about was just a copy of the surface. Hell, the island was made to support surface dwellers. Bubble Coatings and floating inner tubes. Protected by a Yonkou, from above? We need not have those things. Why would we change our home for visitors?
Tsk. Surface Dweller first, Fishman second.
I couldn't make sense of it. Everyone I asked, just seemed like this was normal. That we change ourselves to better fit the above. No middle ground, no compromise, no nothing. It's them… in place of us. Where do we belong? Where do I?
That question haunted me for years.
I eeked a humble existence on the island working the port houses and loading vessels for trade with the surface. It was there, that I met a man with a vision. His vision became mine.
Manta Ray was a cheerful guy. All optimism, and manifestation attitude. He could not be brought low. He had a young son, Manta Ray Ray. I remember cause the name made me chuckle.
Manta Ray had a single-minded dream. He wanted Fishmen to be protected under the same rights as those above. He worshipped the King and strived to make inroads with the Above.
"I'll help the King! Together we can make it happen!"
He said that every day.
He worked tirelessly for it. I helped him. Door-to-door petitions, peaceful protests, and long marches. We tried it all. Most were apathetic, most couldn't be bothered.
Enough could.
Rising Tides was the name of our little group of dreamers. For years we labored. Softly, and quietly, until finally, we had enough signatures to be heard. Enough signatures to present to the World. Signatures that stated we wanted to exist the same as all others.
At the hands of the Surface, Manta Ray was killed. Shot down like a dog on the street in [b]own/[b] home. Was it racism? Hate? Opportunistic Pirates? The irony I felt in seeing him gunned down by the people we invited in. They looked at us like we were livestock.
Everyone turned away. The King was powerless. The Pirates were protected by the Yonkou.
Tsk. Surface Dweller first. Fishman Second.
Rising Tides collapsed. I didn't.
I tracked down those pirates and I slaughtered them in the same streets. I ripped them apart with my hands and teeth. They shredded like paper.
I had been so foolish. It was so obvious. The Surface Dwellers did have it figured out. They had gotten their hold on the world, not by, signatures and civil disobedience.
They took. They consumed. They bent the world to their Will.
I'll do the same and do it where it all started.
"By the Fish, For the Fish"
Hammerhead Joe.
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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] Hammerhead Joe
Sun Jan 14, 2024 1:37 pm[approve]I feel like one day, he's gonna find out that the "Butterfly Effect" analogy he likes to use has a big caveat in that it is near impossible to predict what changes the flutter of the butterfly wings can bring. He might not like the changes he brings about in the end.[/approve]
Hammerhead Joe wrote:Hammerhead Joe
Basic Character Information
Forename: Joe
Surname: Hammerhead
Epithet: Sandshark / Oasis King
Birthdate: December, 1796
Gender: Male
Species/Tribe: Fishman - Hammerhead Shark
Faction:Civilian: Some would say Eco-Terrorist, Joe says Hero.
Profession: Dreamer, Mastermind
Physical Appearance
Height: 8' 10"
Weight: 587 lbs
Hair Style: None
Hair Color: None
Eye Color: Night sky Purple
Scars: Numerous, All over his forearms. Propeller Blade Scars along his Dorsal Fin.
Gear: Bedecked in piercings and jewelry. They cover most of his exposed flesh. He typically remains shirtless to show off his Fishman physique and wears loose-flowing pants.
Description: A large hammerhead shark-type Fishman with gray-green skin and eyes as dark as the night sky. He is typically sporting a shark-toothed grin and is built like a brick house. Part of his dorsal fin has been chopped off, but he still shows it off with pride.
A small Goldfish, named Backup Food, follows him around in a special Coated Bubble that lets it float and survive on the surface.
The Past
Main Traits: Eco-Terrorist, Megalomania, Self-Righteous, Ravenous Gluttony
Likes: Food, Fishman, Human Tools and Society
Dislikes: Human-Centric World Policy, Racism, Fishman Weakness, Victim Mentalities
Unique laugh: Gru-gru-gru-gru!
Hometown: Briss Kingdom - Below
Personality: Hammerhead Joe is destined for greatness. Hammerhead Joe will change the world.
Joe has an interesting perspective. He finds that even below the water, the world is catered to those above. This cannot stand. He's made it his life's mission to make the world more habitable for Fishman and Merfolk, alike.
Joe is not elitist in his tendencies, he believes Fishman deserves more than what they have been allocated in this world. He admires human civilization and culture and often references or uses Humans to achieve his goals.
Joe is a dreamer, with his head in the clouds. Often considered insane by contemporaries, he has big plans and even bigger ambitions. He always acts with some greater goal in mind and he will do anything to achieve that greater goal. Anything.
A genius in destruction and extremely motivated, Joe is relentless in combat. He uses a blend of Fishman karate to manipulate water into fish-shaped attacks and weapons. He does not stop until either he or his opponent is dead.
In the water, he approaches like a classic shark, dorsal fin splitting the water. Its scarred and missing pieces are a tribute to his encounters.
- History:
"I'm not what the world says I am… and when the world is wrong… You change it."
Hammerhead Joe
I overheard a man once. Human, I think. Some of those surface races all look so dreadfully similar. Not like us Fishmen, we are diverse.
Anyways, he talked about the Butterfly Effect. About how one small thing can lead to cascade into something larger. The whisper of wind from a butterfly wing can become a tsunami.
I plan to be the whisper and the waves.
Life was simple in my early days. A charmed village life. Ma and Pa owned a Cowfish Ranch below the waves and off the coast of the Briss Kingdom. What we didn't sell in the village we'd take top side to sell among the merchant stalls and fish stands above.
Now, I'm probably the humblest Fishman you'll meet, but Ma and Pa's Cowfish? Those were some premium cuts. Delectable. Five Star.
Why then, did all the human catches sell for more? Tsk. Surface Dweller first, Fishman second.
My parents just shrugged when I asked.
[npc=misc]"It's the way of the surface, Joe Joe."[/npc]
On calm summer nights, when the chores were done. Some of the village kids and I would sneak away and break the water to the surface. We'd watch the shorelines of Briss kingdoms as children played games in the sand.
One time. Only once, did we have the courage to ask to join. No one picked us.
My friends just shrugged when I asked.
[npc=bhun]"It's the way of the surface, Joe."[/npc]
Tsk. Surface Dweller first, Fishman second.
I had always been disenfranchised with the farming life. It wasn't for me, and my parents knew that before I did. With long goodbyes and promises of letters, I left the village on my 20th birthday. I headed for the one place that I thought would help me make sense of this world.
Fishman Island. Our place in the world.
Imagine my disappointment, when the very place I dreamed about was just a copy of the surface. Hell, the island was made to support surface dwellers. Bubble Coatings and floating inner tubes. Protected by a Yonkou, from above? We need not have those things. Why would we change our home for visitors?
Tsk. Surface Dweller first, Fishman second.
I couldn't make sense of it. Everyone I asked, just seemed like this was normal. That we change ourselves to better fit the above. No middle ground, no compromise, no nothing. It's them… in place of us. Where do we belong? Where do I?
That question haunted me for years.
I eeked a humble existence on the island working the port houses and loading vessels for trade with the surface. It was there, that I met a man with a vision. His vision became mine.
Manta Ray was a cheerful guy. All optimism, and manifestation attitude. He could not be brought low. He had a young son, Manta Ray Ray. I remember cause the name made me chuckle.
Manta Ray had a single-minded dream. He wanted Fishmen to be protected under the same rights as those above. He worshipped the King and strived to make inroads with the Above.
"I'll help the King! Together we can make it happen!"
He said that every day.
He worked tirelessly for it. I helped him. Door-to-door petitions, peaceful protests, and long marches. We tried it all. Most were apathetic, most couldn't be bothered.
Enough could.
Rising Tides was the name of our little group of dreamers. For years we labored. Softly, and quietly, until finally, we had enough signatures to be heard. Enough signatures to present to the World. Signatures that stated we wanted to exist the same as all others.
At the hands of the Surface, Manta Ray was killed. Shot down like a dog on the street in [b]own/[b] home. Was it racism? Hate? Opportunistic Pirates? The irony I felt in seeing him gunned down by the people we invited in. They looked at us like we were livestock.
Everyone turned away. The King was powerless. The Pirates were protected by the Yonkou.
Tsk. Surface Dweller first. Fishman Second.
Rising Tides collapsed. I didn't.
I tracked down those pirates and I slaughtered them in the same streets. I ripped them apart with my hands and teeth. They shredded like paper.
I had been so foolish. It was so obvious. The Surface Dwellers did have it figured out. They had gotten their hold on the world, not by, signatures and civil disobedience.
They took. They consumed. They bent the world to their Will.
I'll do the same and do it where it all started.
"By the Fish, For the Fish"
Hammerhead Joe.
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