Due to the nature of her devil fruit no marine is dumb enough to want to sail with Grace and thus she captains an enormous, unmanned, prison ship. (they're real... I didn't know that had to wiki it
) Of course despite her rank, and reputation of being one of the most fearsome marines (amongst the marines), actually preforming such a feat as manning such and enormous vessel by herself is quite impossible. However due to Grace's nature, her pure heart has managed to touch the hearts of even the vilest of pirates. Well perhaps that's a bit of a stretch, but those which happen to be generally sane seem to have their hearts swayed. Which is weird because being sane... these are the people whom actually chose to sail with her. Yes because of the special circumstances former pirates, currently incarcerated, man the rue of the pirates, the impenetrable prison ship: the Abyssus.
Name: Nicholas D. Westwood first mate (unofficial)
Age: 49
Appearance: Nicholas has gray eyes covered in a milky film worn with a glare as cold as the steel as which they share a hue. His pupils nearly nonexistent yet he has still managed to retain partial sight even beyond the dirty blonde locks fall to his shoulders and often draped over his eyes when it isn't hidden under his hat. On rare occasions he ties it back in a make shift pony tail to ensure it'll stay out of his eyes, one indication he has decided to get serious. Nicolas' physique is as your average build of a man his age, but underneath his large clothing lies a
sturdy, solid frame built from well toned and defined muscles. His wide shoulders and thick neck allow him to handle the recoil from most heavy weapons with ease as his lean flexible biceps grants him his quick draw. With the draw Nicholas' chiseled forearms lock onto the target with a steady aim.Weighting in at about two hundred plus pounds and standing at a little of six feet, he can have a rather intimidated appearance. Especially as he dawns what he likes to refer to as, work clothes. Sturdy slacks that can take a tumble without falling apart, cotton t-shirts for comfort and durability,and, as always, his long trench coat and hat that cloak his features and actions in darkness.
History: Once known as the pirate marksman dead eye, that took the grand line by storm, Nicholas is now nothing more than a mere prisoner upon the jail boat Abyssus. A mere prisoner may be a bit of an understatement, as he practically run's the ship as it's first mate.This is what he has become, from the wild and crazy pirate that took on impossible challenges, the man whom was said to have sank an Naval armada in with a single bullet. Young, arrogant, and daring he was an idol for "wannabe" pirates whom only sought the glory of fame and brought into the concept that being free meant doing whatever you wanted when ever you wanted: Nicholas soon found that those type of pirates couldn't survive in the grand line.
Not much about his early life is known, the earliest records of him are of a young upstart from somewhere in the south blue, with a good eye. There isn't much more to the story, as he was just another poor bastard raised on that island known for its mastery of all things firearms. Nicolas although had little interest in making the guns rather he only wished to fire them, in a time when you're popularity as a manufacture rested on what big name used you gun. Needless to say the reputation of his mother's shop was nil, although he planned to change that by making a name for himself in the world, and set out as a pirate as a teen in the age of Gol. D. Roger.
That reputation soon grew as he entered the grand line. Nicholas had entered with a rag tag crew that had relied greatly on his talent, and he on their boat: all in all the crew was not ready for the harsh reality call the grand line. On arrival the crew was confronted by a veteran crew to the grand line, and immediately squashed. The sheer power of the veterans overwhelmed the rag tag crew but Nicholas saw his chance in the loss. Challenging the veteran's marksman for his place on the crew, although what he hadn't known was that that man was an legendary gunman in his own right. To arrogant to care, the match went on and rather by being underestimated, true skill, or just plain dumb luck, Nicholas won with a single shot.
He became known as "dead shot," the man that once you fell into his sights, only death awaited: although this didn't just apply to gun fights. Anything that fell in his sights Nicholas took, which was all well and fine until that anything happened to be Gina. He instantly fell in love with his captain's wife, and their steamy affair begun on day one. The two kept it a secret for as long as they could, but when Gina began to show their affair became clear. Nicholas didn't hesitate to stand against his captain, his crew, to protect his love and unborn child. He fought hard but his failure was inevitable and was captured as a prisoner. According to the pirate code, the captain was than free to kill Nicholas, but he was truly a vile being.
He'd let Nicholas live long enough to see the birth of his child and death of his love: and that would be the last thing he would see. He was marooned on a small island in the middle of the grand line, the captain had taken everything from him: his love, his seed, and his claim to fame. Those brilliant eyes were tortured just before he was left for dead. How ruthless the grand line is to rookies, it spares no mercy for the ignorant and naive. No Nicholas was blinded long before that day, you may even say that was the day he finally saw clearly in his life. Without his eyes Nicholas had lost all hope of rescuing his daughter and with that fled his will to live.
Or so he believed, tormented with grief he waited for the grand line to take his wasting away on the sandy beach he was maroon upon. However his body seemed stronger that he had suspected, holding on far longer than it should of with out food and water, he felt every excruciating moment of his death. In a way he felt he deserved every moment but someone else had a different idea. A little boy that had lost his family when the pirates that had marooned Nicolas, plunder and decimated his village, leaving the boy as the only survivor.
Everyday he would visit Nicolas bringing him food and water, despite it just going to waste rotting next to the man who refused to eat. A sick game the boy hadn't even realized he was playing, tempting the man every moment as he died of hunger and thirst. Which was part of the reason Nicolas was so harsh to the boy whom just didn't want to be lonely after having everything taken from him in an instant. However the boy seemed to have a stronger will then Nicolas as he returned everyday and told Nicolas about his day, his dreams even though the conversations were completely one sided.
However even Nicolas hadn't notice just when he had begun to long for the moment the boy would come, and so when he didn't Nicolas felt a all to human chill. But he moved not figuring the boy had just grown weary of trying and that in his final moments he'd truly be alone. But as weeks passed he found himself growing more and more worried about the boy when he heard the haul of his old ship. How he knew not, without his sight and on the verge of death, his other senses peaked. They were back, with his daughter? To find his rotting corpse? However he seemed to be more concerned over the boy, he'd surely attack the pirates that destroyed his world.
Weak and blind, he knew he couldn't help but his body willed itself to move, to save the boy and his daughter. But he hadn't eaten since he couldn't even remember and his body scrambled for the rotting food the boy had laid out for him stuffing it down his gullet as to gain any strength. He didn't even notice the horrid taste of that fruit, as it was to be suspect for the rotten food. The beaten decrepit form was drug across the beach leaving a trail of death in his path he didn't notice affixed on the goal before him. His daughter, his revenge... it would not escape him.
And just as he suspected, his ears, his nose, his senses hadn't lie to him. What little sight he had left spotted the crew that had took everything from him and he went red with rage. A burst of last minuet adrenaline carried him into battle as he decimated the entire crew, a devil fruit ran rampant. "Where's my daughter!" he yelled to which he only received a laugh. He had gotten his revenge but not his daughter, but the boy had given him a clue. They were planning to sell him as a slave, it wasn't as far a stretch to think they do the same with his daughter.
All hope wasn't lost after all, and with that, the boy and his new found devil fruit ability he set off to sail the grand line in a fruitless search for his daughter. Decades passed and Nicolas grew bitter, becoming more of a scourge on the seas rotting away the underground slave trades in his grief. Left fairly unchecked doing the marines work, that was of course until he made it to the entrance of the new world. That slave ring protected by the government and the closest ship being the prison ship Abyssus and little Grace stepping in to capture the man with the rotted heart.
It didn't make sense how easily she had put him down, her devil fruit truly fearsome the harder he fought the worst it backfired. But somewhere in the middle of that match, in the years after he wandered the seas lost on that boat with the horrible navigator of a woman, he found that boy that just wanted to help his mother become famous. It was a slow transition into the position he is now but he is someone content with being on this boat, and hope soon... he'd have another chance to search for his daughter.
Abilities: Keen senses, enhanced by his partial blindness, that grant him incredible accuracy and awareness of his surrounding.
Name: Rot Rot fruit
Appearance: A rotten gelatinous fuzz cover apple.
Ability: To rot away any organic or once organic object.
Where is it found: Grows under bunches of fresh fruit.
Strength's: Rots and erodes organic or inorganic objects including people by touch or a cloud of spores. Most objects that aren't treated in some fashion to be preserved will rot immediately being completely deteriorated in a matter of moments if the rotting portion is not removed. However items treated to stand the test of time may result in a bit more resistance.
This mostly applies to living organisms in good health which can fight off the process with enough effort, on the other hand however objects and organisms that are not taken care of will erode at an even greater pace. This applies for the sick, weak, and those filled with toxins such as drugs alcohol excess fat and cholesterol.
The fruit also grants the user the ability to remove, gather and remove toxins from an object which can restore it if not halt the erosion processes. This however is rarely used for its much harder, but essentially allowed the user to remove minor damage or halt major damage, even fatigue so the user or the thing the user chooses can keep going.
Weakness': Very difficult to control as the fruit seems to have a bit of a mind of its own, constantly wanting to rot its surroundings, even going so far as keeping its user healthy and living longer for it to rot longer while slowly rotting away the users humanity. As of now Nicolas keeps it under control by opting to wear his sea shackles all the time. Salt and other natural preservatives can slow to halt it completely depending on the amount. seawater, sea stone.
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Name: Kelan Patrick Mcgee navigator(unofficial)
Age: 24
Appearance: Kelan is of medium height with a wry build. He has very defined bone structure covered in tone flexible muscles from years of brawling and training under dead shot. He stands at five-ten and weighs in at around one hundred and seventy pounds. He has deep brown eyes and fiery red wild hair.
His skin is pale by the years of sun, or lack there of, that he was hidden from under that gloomy shadow of Nicolas for the majority of his life. He wears the typical fashion of today, his wardrobe consisting mostly of panda slacks, and hooded shirts.
His overall general impression leaves you with the feeling that he may be dangerous with that ever present hood that hides his face, the tattoos, and scars that he's received from the street fights without much care for rules or safety. Kelan has a very laid back posture coupled with rough and tumble mentality, so he tends to walk without much care for his surroundings, hands in his pockets and shoulder down.
History: He was the boy from the above story, however his sight being as keen or even keener than Nicolas' once was. He took more to brawling than sharp shooting. However every he was still trained by the famous marksman and is a bit of a prodigy himself. Towards the end of their terror through the grand line Kelan had begun feeling that the distance between him and Nicolas was spreading as he became more obsess with his search for his daughter and so when he seemed to change after his fight with Grace, he didn't particularly mind. Giving himself up along with his best friend, however that wasn't his only reason as he seem to had fallen in lover with Grace at first sight.
Abilities: Expert marksman, extraordinary sight which makes him a remarkable navigator able to see the stars in the heaven even during the day. Great brawler, and gunsmith as well as and rival gun fighter toting, and using, an upwards of twelve at a time.
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Name: Christopher Mannor Lemont. doctor(unofficial)
Age: 26
Appearance: Never the same style, his thick brown curls may be twist one day and braided the next. All depending on what girl he can find to do it at the time preferring to keep his nappy hair in some fashion or another rather than cutting it low for easy maintenance. Sharp gray eyes and rich brown skin tone. He's rather tall standing at six five and weighs around two hundred pounds. He has a rather deep creole accent and unusual style and dress. Not afraid of wearing top hats and suits to nearly nothing at all and face paint.
History: Where to start, well I guess at the beginning would be best, no? One night, on a lowly boat casino, a low down, dirty, good for nothing crook, cheat and a gambler meet an angel. Or at least the voice of one. Raven Lemont was her name, and their was none who could match her beauty. The river boat thing was just a gig, her career was sure to blossom into full stardom with a voice that could even turn that man's head away from his money. A slick talker, a fast, smooth talker, oh how he could talk. Talk that could sooth a raging debt collector into allowing him to keep both his legs, to swaying an angel down into hell with him. I guess that talk is the only half way decent thing I got from that man.
The only other thing he had to offer was a life of poverty and drugs. She was once a good god fearing church girl who's voice could shake the very foundations of man's soul. She should have listened to her family, "show business will taint you, fame will corrode your soul. You'll end up a dead whore junkie if you follow the path of the devil's music." But it was that devil music that brought me into this world, the same that took my mother from it. Of course she said there were good times once, before me. They were happy, once. And then I came along, she said it was one of her happiest moments but raising a child in poverty is hard. Especially when the only income was a singer who smoked her pipes away and a professional gambler.
Professional gambler? It's just a nice way of saying always broke. Any money that came into the house went back out on his bets and her addition; that was until it killed her. It was then dad took me out of school. I was around twelve at the time, I was always ahead in class anyway but my father saw fit to use my talents... elsewhere. He trained me in the family business, scheming, thieving, and all around general displeasing behavior. When I wasn't helping him rip off people i was in the library. Hell I lived there, literally. You make plenty of enemies when you were in our "business", so at the end of the day we separated and found a place to sleep. I don't know where my father went but I stayed in the library.
I would hide in the back before closing. I think Watson knew, but I never got caught, or at least he never mentioned it. I spent my nights reading, learning voodoo and how to hide it from everyone, including Remy. Went on this way for some time, and I had gotten quite good at it if I don't say so myself. Good enough to get out of the library and into my own place. No more hiding. I became a bit of a celebrity, after I cut all tide's with Remy and the name Jones. And life was finally good for some time, and I feel in love with this city for the first time. That's why when the pirates attacked I couldn't just sit back and watch it be destroyed.
I suppose I should have, they haven't looked at me the same since that day. People I called my friends turned their back on me. People I saved, adverted their eyes when the saw me on the street, avoided my path. My city abandoned me because I wouldn't abandon it when it needed me most. I was reduced to nothing more than a voodoo witch. They turned their back on me, I'll make them regret they ever had. Bad thoughts, that's about the time I meet her, and she taught me better. Mrs. Marie Laveaux.
Now I'm not saying it was the Marie Laveaux, I'm just saying that's what she called herself. Even the pirates must have thought so cause there her shack still stood proud and untouched in the bayou. Went there looking for revenge, never dreamed I'd find salvation, a purpose. She taught what no book ever could, she gave me a reason a purpose. Know what your thinking, voodoo is bad right? But if you could of been there when she explained it, when she broke it down. Its no different, none of it is, nothing is so black and white as good and bad in this world. Its what I'm here to prove at to the world.
But bad magic, is bad magic even when you use it to stop bad people. Especially when that person wears naval garbs. All I did was stop some bad marines and they sent belle after me. Well she wasn't the first they sent after me, but the others before her I sent back beaten or zombies. Even the real toughies they sent for me couldn't catch me, had nothing to do with strength just there's no cage designed that can hold me no cuffs. And so I was turned into a special case that required brains not brawn and they sent belle after me. I beat her yeah, maybe luck don't got nothing to do with skill, but that one blind man. One scary bloke no? He let me in on a little secret about that ship. Its more of a heaven then a prison yeah, rather be here than being chased by the real power of the world government and end up either dead or in level five of that place, and the cuffs don't look that bad on me no?
Abilities: Much like a mad magician and magic rival Mannor uses as perhaps and even scarier magic: Voodoo. Yes Voodoo. The dolls, the zombies, the poisons, potions, the black magic, all of it rounds out his bag of spooky tricks. The study of it has also afforded him an greater understanding of the human body, making him an excellent physician... If you willing to risk being treated by him. His childhood has also crafted him into an excellent con-artist and smooth talker, pick-pocket, and thief. Also a bit of an amazing escape artist.
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Name: Chris Hardbody official first mate (hates the position but only high enough ranking officer on the vessel) and shipwright (he likes that one)
Age: 21
Appearance: Shirtless... always. Chris stands around six feet and weights a sturdy two hundred pounds. He boast a tone physique comprised define, flexible muscles and a strong bone structure. His eyes are a steely blue that always seems to be looking at something beyond the scope of mere lofty ambitions.
Consider a handsome man with his; chiseled features, tanned skin, strong jaw, rosy lips, and rip body (Owen must of got him the total gym for Christmas <.< >.>): however his personalty tends ruins his looks.
Blonde locks spiked up and wild with and rarely managed style Chris prefers: his choice of attire fashioned off of much of the same mentality: minimalistic. Shorts, his work boots, and tool belt are his go to line up almost constantly walking around shirtless. Only wearing one when he has to, and that's his naval shirt... usually opened. He's proud of his perfectly sculpted chest and abs... A sort of family tradition.
History: Heir to the famous Hardbody marines, Chris seemed destined follow in his famous mother and fathers footsteps since he was born. He however had zero interest in fighting much preferring to build his model ships. However he hadn't much choice forced into it by his folks. However he was luck to have found a kindred soul in One Owen D. Midget. He became that man's first mate and they sail the seas as his best friend.Almost as stupid as Owen when they were together, if not more, he's the one whom should take credit for who Owen is today. They would drink, Owen would take off his glasses and let loose and the two were the happiest mates that sail, dumb but happy. That was until Owen seemed to abandon him after a meeting with the higher ups one day. After that day he became a bit of a problem marine, constantly being demoted until he finally ended up on the Abyssus. He didn't mind much since Grace gave him free range to modify the ship which accounts for its rather ominous appearance.
Abilities: Hardbody martial art passed down from generations and famed to be the form Tekkai was generated from. Chris however refer to it as a cheap version and boast the family technique is a hundred times greater... truly impenetrable. The only fist known to break trough being a fully powered Owen going all out. Master carpenter.
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Name: Abyssus
Size: 1116.5 x 128
Cannon Capability: 10
Speed: 2
notes: Built for defense this boat is pure craftsmanship from the mind of Chris Hardbody. It's slight diamond shape created to deflect attacks from the main haul. It's bottom is coated with sea stone so it can pass freely over the red line, but the rest of the vessel is void of it in its design. Only sea stone shackles are use on the rare occasions the ship docks. A fully functional society ran inside, from water purification plant, brewery, cattle ranch on the lower levers to an full green house on the upper decks that grows fresh produce. There are four methane powered turbines use to move the massive ship, the methane produce by the cattle. A full self maintained floating city would almost be a prefect description if it wasn't expertly coated and submersible. It is truly and engineering marvel with enough quarters for upwards of 3350 passengers, currently about at a third of capacity over 99% being condemned pirates and bandits. Escape is impossible with its capabilities and captain, or perhaps more accurately escape isn't attempted, as made quite evident with the engraving at the entrance "Omnem dimittite spem, o vos intrantes." Abandon all hope, ye who enters, this impenetrable fortress.
appearance:
Graces crew...., well kinda.
