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Roland Gates
Thu Dec 08, 2016 7:29 pmRoland Gates
Basic Character Information
Starting Bonus: Super Rookie | [Starting Bonus Roll]
First Name: Roland
Middle Name/Initial: N/A
Last Name: Gates
Epithet: The Phantom
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Faction: Marine
Affiliation: Navy
Position: Rear Admiral
Profession: Rear Admiral
Physical Appearance
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 140lbs
Hair Style: Medium Length, Messy
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Blue
Scars: None
Clothing and Accessories: Having refused to wear any variation of the traditional Marine attire on the account of it being "lame" he had a new uniform made consisting of a white shirt, a gray waistcoat and a long blue coat that he leaves open and whose sleeves are rolled up below the elbow, showing purplish red wrist bands. He also wears dark blue trousers and knee-high black boots. He is rarely seen without this uniform, the most variation in his fashion being whether he wears the coat or not. Wears rectangular black glasses.
Detailed Description: While Roland sports a slim and some might even say "lanky" build he is in fact very much lean and fit opposed to many with similar body types. Has the Hoof of the Soaring Dragon crest burned into his upper left chest area.
The Past
Main Traits: Unmotivated, Cool-headed, Carefree and Aloof
Likes: Women, Food, Animals and Peace/Quiet
Dislikes: Whiners, Runners, Overly nervous people and Bounty Hunters (aka: Those people who keeps trying to steal my paychecks)
Hometown: Sabaody Archipelago
Personality: Roland often comes off as a cool-headed, though lazy and bored individual. Others would describe him as being rather depressing, showing dislike of many things with little interest in activities that he doesn't enjoy. As opposed to most people of his era he has no apparent ambition and remains severely aloof in all aspects. Due to this he's often pulled into the schemes of his co-workers and superiors due to his absolute disregard for the potential moral ambiguity of the task. Due to his lacking ambition some question his dedication to the cause, the truth being he's just in it for the sake of doing something. His lack of ambition hardly warranted him doing nothing at all. Believing it was worth doing he concluded it was at the very least worth doing well and has proven himself very intelligent as well as extremely vigilant in his duties, if only to get it out of the way. In the end some might say his continued existence is proof enough that there's more for him to live for whether he admits it or not, assuming he even knows.
To the surprise of many he can be exeptionally well mannered when the situation demands it and has mastered the finest etiquette to the point where he could charm his way out of the crosshairs of a Celestial Dragon if he had to. Most would suspect a royal upbringing, some might be willing to dig deeper.
As for battle he is strikingly cold and to the point, known for his strength and is renowned for having seen every mission he ever took on through to its end. He has no master, and his self-taught sword technique has been developed through combat experience alone, but his prowess in battle speaks for itself. That and his ability to completely disregard the physical realm makes him a dangerous adversary and a valuable asset to the Navy. He lives to serve, though not necessarily the government
- History:
While the Sabaody Archipelago already acts as a platform for legally approved crimes against any and all sentient species there are certain practices that outright top the rest. Such as birthing and raising a child for the sole purpose of selling them into slavery, settling for as much as half the average starting price out of desperation. Roland was but one of many children spawned from this outrageous practice, his parents never bothered to even pretend they cared for him nor hide what they had planned for him. As a result he grew indifferent to his surroundings and never attempted to escape his fate, having never been granted the option to begin with.
At the age of 6 they decided to "cash in" on him and sold him to the auctioneers for a solid 300.000 Berries. He'd always knew it was going to happen, he knew to expect the worst from that point onward. You could say he'd given up, truth is he never bothered fighting to begin with. He hadn't made a sound as they strapped the collar unto him, he didn't shed one tear as he was brought on stage and there was a look in his eye best described as hollow as the bids were made. When it was all said and done he was the property of someone else, having already accepted this outcome and having painted his own picture of a slave's life he was least to say shocked to meet his owner. After all, you'd never suspect a 5 year old girl of being a slave owner. Then again this 5 year old WAS Saint Esmeralda Feldspar of the Celestial Dragons.
To him she could might as well have been an angel.
For him, someone spawned solely for monetary gain it was unthinkable for a seemingly divine being such as her to gaze upon him, let alone smile at him. She had even frowned ever so slightly as she branded him with their insignia, he thought her radiant even through the pain. He quickly learned she'd bought him solely for his elegant features but truth be told it didn't bother him. The first thing she did after bringing him to Mariejois was removing the collar, had him bathed and dressed him up. She literally just wanted him to stand in her chambers looking pretty for her to glance at ever so often. She had even went as far as removing the collar so she could slip shirts on him properly. Not even once did she physically harm him, claiming she wouldn't risk bruising him and urged her fellow World Nobles to leave him alone. She even had him fed properly for reasons she refused to disclose to him. All in all he could hardly be considered a slave.
Skipping ahead 8 years their relationship had progressed to the point where they would converse on a daily basis, she had taught him how to read and write. At one point she even instructed him in royal etiquette to warrant his accompanying her outside Mariejois. During his time as Saint Esmeralda Feldspar's escort he came to visit more than 30 different nations. Unbeknownst to himself rumours had spread concerning their relationship considering the fact that they were rarely seen apart.
A certain World Noble considered their assumed relationship an atrocity and decided to put Roland in his proper place like the slave he was. It wasn't the most elaborate plot, they ordered him to follow, he followed them and then they shot him. Naturally, Esmeralda was not aware of what was transpiring as they had approached him in the dead of night. What followed was more in line with what Roland had expected of his current life. A dark room, plenty of bruises, just a few gunshot wounds and the deafening sound of crazed laughter you'd expect from starved hyenas rather than nobles. It was at this point that Roland's captor seemed to recall the appereantly horrid taste of the Devil Fruits and as such attempted to shove one such fruit down Roland's throat to shame him even further. That's about as far they went before Roland magically phased through the floor and found himself free falling until he stopped 2 stories down, practically numb to the pain following the beating he'd just received as his body hit the cold floor. With the alarm sounding he managed to escape the building with his newfound powers and started running towards the harbour before stopping dead in his tracks about halfway. He had turned around to behold the extravagant palace he'd called home for those last 8 years, fully aware of what he'd be leaving behind yet there was something deep inside him compelling him to leave it all behind. While he didn't understand these strangely conflicting emotions of his at the time he made the call and managed to stow away on a departing ship.
It didn't take him long to realise that it was a Marine ship he'd boarded. It also didn't take too long before he succumbed to his injuries and had to announce his presence to them in hopes of even making it out of this alive. Seeing his injuries paired with the slave insignia they had a pretty good idea what he'd been through and made sure to tend to his wounds. Long story short he joined the Navy, grabbed a sword and swung it around for 6 years until he was finally recognised for his ability and was promoted to Rear Admiral of the Navy.
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Gray
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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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Posts : 3990
Re: Roland Gates
Mon Dec 12, 2016 4:51 pm
Roland Gates wrote:Roland Gates
Basic Character Information
Starting Bonus: Super Rookie | [Starting Bonus Roll]
First Name: Roland
Middle Name/Initial: N/A
Last Name: Gates
Epithet: The Phantom
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Faction: Marine
Affiliation: Navy
Position: Rear Admiral
Profession: Rear Admiral
Physical Appearance
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 140lbs
Hair Style: Medium Length, Messy
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Blue
Scars: None
Clothing and Accessories: Having refused to wear any variation of the traditional Marine attire on the account of it being "lame" he had a new uniform made consisting of a white shirt, a gray waistcoat and a long blue coat that he leaves open and whose sleeves are rolled up below the elbow, showing purplish red wrist bands. He also wears dark blue trousers and knee-high black boots. He is rarely seen without this uniform, the most variation in his fashion being whether he wears the coat or not. Wears rectangular black glasses.
Detailed Description: While Roland sports a slim and some might even say "lanky" build he is in fact very much lean and fit opposed to many with similar body types. Has the Hoof of the Soaring Dragon crest burned into his upper left chest area.
The Past
Main Traits: Unmotivated, Cool-headed, Carefree and Aloof
Likes: Women, Food, Animals and Peace/Quiet
Dislikes: Whiners, Runners, Overly nervous people and Bounty Hunters (aka: Those people who keeps trying to steal my paychecks)
Hometown: Sabaody Archipelago
Personality: Roland often comes off as a cool-headed, though lazy and bored individual. Others would describe him as being rather depressing, showing dislike of many things with little interest in activities that he doesn't enjoy. As opposed to most people of his era he has no apparent ambition and remains severely aloof in all aspects. Due to this he's often pulled into the schemes of his co-workers and superiors due to his absolute disregard for the potential moral ambiguity of the task. Due to his lacking ambition some question his dedication to the cause, the truth being he's just in it for the sake of doing something. His lack of ambition hardly warranted him doing nothing at all. Believing it was worth doing he concluded it was at the very least worth doing well and has proven himself very intelligent as well as extremely vigilant in his duties, if only to get it out of the way. In the end some might say his continued existence is proof enough that there's more for him to live for whether he admits it or not, assuming he even knows.
To the surprise of many he can be exeptionally well mannered when the situation demands it and has mastered the finest etiquette to the point where he could charm his way out of the crosshairs of a Celestial Dragon if he had to. Most would suspect a royal upbringing, some might be willing to dig deeper.
As for battle he is strikingly cold and to the point, known for his strength and is renowned for having seen every mission he ever took on through to its end. He has no master, and his self-taught sword technique has been developed through combat experience alone, but his prowess in battle speaks for itself. That and his ability to completely disregard the physical realm makes him a dangerous adversary and a valuable asset to the Navy. He lives to serve, though not necessarily the government
- History:
While the Sabaody Archipelago already acts as a platform for legally approved crimes against any and all sentient species there are certain practices that outright top the rest. Such as birthing and raising a child for the sole purpose of selling them into slavery, settling for as much as half the average starting price out of desperation. Roland was but one of many children spawned from this outrageous practice, his parents never bothered to even pretend they cared for him nor hide what they had planned for him. As a result he grew indifferent to his surroundings and never attempted to escape his fate, having never been granted the option to begin with.
At the age of 6 they decided to "cash in" on him and sold him to the auctioneers for a solid 300.000 Berries. He'd always knew it was going to happen, he knew to expect the worst from that point onward. You could say he'd given up, truth is he never bothered fighting to begin with. He hadn't made a sound as they strapped the collar unto him, he didn't shed one tear as he was brought on stage and there was a look in his eye best described as hollow as the bids were made. When it was all said and done he was the property of someone else, having already accepted this outcome and having painted his own picture of a slave's life he was least to say shocked to meet his owner. After all, you'd never suspect a 5 year old girl of being a slave owner. Then again this 5 year old WAS Saint Esmeralda Feldspar of the Celestial Dragons.
To him she could might as well have been an angel.
For him, someone spawned solely for monetary gain it was unthinkable for a seemingly divine being such as her to gaze upon him, let alone smile at him. She had even frowned ever so slightly as she branded him with their insignia, he thought her radiant even through the pain. He quickly learned she'd bought him solely for his elegant features but truth be told it didn't bother him. The first thing she did after bringing him to Mariejois was removing the collar, had him bathed and dressed him up. She literally just wanted him to stand in her chambers looking pretty for her to glance at ever so often. She had even went as far as removing the collar so she could slip shirts on him properly. Not even once did she physically harm him, claiming she wouldn't risk bruising him and urged her fellow World Nobles to leave him alone. She even had him fed properly for reasons she refused to disclose to him. All in all he could hardly be considered a slave.
Skipping ahead 8 years their relationship had progressed to the point where they would converse on a daily basis, she had taught him how to read and write. At one point she even instructed him in royal etiquette to warrant his accompanying her outside Mariejois. During his time as Saint Esmeralda Feldspar's escort he came to visit more than 30 different nations. Unbeknownst to himself rumours had spread concerning their relationship considering the fact that they were rarely seen apart.
A certain World Noble considered their assumed relationship an atrocity and decided to put Roland in his proper place like the slave he was. It wasn't the most elaborate plot, they ordered him to follow, he followed them and then they shot him. Naturally, Esmeralda was not aware of what was transpiring as they had approached him in the dead of night. What followed was more in line with what Roland had expected of his current life. A dark room, plenty of bruises, just a few gunshot wounds and the deafening sound of crazed laughter you'd expect from starved hyenas rather than nobles. It was at this point that Roland's captor seemed to recall the appereantly horrid taste of the Devil Fruits and as such attempted to shove one such fruit down Roland's throat to shame him even further. That's about as far they went before Roland magically phased through the floor and found himself free falling until he stopped 2 stories down, practically numb to the pain following the beating he'd just received as his body hit the cold floor. With the alarm sounding he managed to escape the building with his newfound powers and started running towards the harbour before stopping dead in his tracks about halfway. He had turned around to behold the extravagant palace he'd called home for those last 8 years, fully aware of what he'd be leaving behind yet there was something deep inside him compelling him to leave it all behind. While he didn't understand these strangely conflicting emotions of his at the time he made the call and managed to stow away on a departing ship.
It didn't take him long to realise that it was a Marine ship he'd boarded. It also didn't take too long before he succumbed to his injuries and had to announce his presence to them in hopes of even making it out of this alive. Seeing his injuries paired with the slave insignia they had a pretty good idea what he'd been through and made sure to tend to his wounds. Long story short he joined the Navy, grabbed a sword and swung it around for 6 years until he was finally recognised for his ability and was promoted to Rear Admiral of the Navy.
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