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Account Name: Vincent
Basic Character Information Name: Zarif Sovalie Nickname: - Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Human Affiliation: Bounty Hunter Threat: 0 Profession:
- ~Entertainer
An entertainer makes his/her living through putting on shows. This profession is always specialized towards a specific type, and includes Dancer, Musician, Juggler and many more. Knowledge granted is job-specific. Entertainers can use their performance skills, be they song, dance or anything else, to influence others and use them as buffs, debuffs, etc.
- ~Weapon Specialist
A much more general fighter-type profession, a Weapon Specialist is someone who has to a large or small degree devoted his/her life to the mastery of a single weapon or weapon type, such as Swords, Axes or Whips. This profession applies generally to melee weapons.
Position: N/A
Physical Appearance Note To Reviewers I am putting his appearance in his full cat zoan form, for reasons more apparent in the history.
Height:2'6" ft Weight: 20 lbs Hair: Pure White Eyes: Amber Clothing/Accessories: Highly contrasting with his white fur, Zarif wears black high boots that came up to the middle of his thigh and black gloves that covered the better part of his arm. On his head, Zarif wears a dark green cavalier hat with black ribbon above and around the rim of the hat and an oversized yellow feather jotting out of it. Wrapped around his shoulders was a a flowing green cape and hanging on his neck was a black eye mask, worn only on the times Zarif reverts to his Masked Hero mode!
General Appearance: While he possessed good muscles, they were so poorly defined that it's difficult for someone to see them under all his fur. Zarif's fur itself was pure white, lush but kept trimmed to a more manageable length. Being a man who cared about how he looks, Zarif kept his fur well groomed and clean from soot or stains, keeping it silky smooth for the women. His long tail curls up behind his back, reaching the nape of his neck. Though normally covered by lush white fur, if one would look close enough, they would be able to see a scar filled back from whippings.
Zarif's face was quite round, his most notable feature being his amber almond shaped eyes. Sharp and full of light, and like many of his kind, glistens in the moonlight. His ears are pointed and large and it often fluctuates according to his emotions. Flaccid at one moment, and pointing up in another.
The Character Personality: Zarif is a highly confident young man. So much so that it is hard to discern from plain arrogance. He thinks that his way is always the right way and that anyone else's opinion is only necessary on the subjects where Zarif doesn't care about. Naturally, the young cat do not take insults gracefully, getting heated fast when someone questions his decisions or makes fun of him. Zarif takes a great pride to be a talking cat and the only one in the entire world! He also thinks that others finds him as fascinating as he himself do do, and gets dejected when they don't.
Zarif is not a big fan of thinking, though he fancies himself as an intelligent individual. That is because a hero is not one to talk and ponder about things; a hero is a man of action! This believe coupled with his sense of invincibility made him to be a rash individual, often not thinking before jumping in into situations. That being said, he's not the one to act stupdily when it's clear to see the immense danger before him. A hero has to be alive to do any good after all. The only problem is, he rarely sees it.
The way Zarif thinks it is that as a hero, he would not have friends. A hero is what the citizens of the world look up to and dream about. Thus he can not stand on the same level as anybody else.Instead, he will have fans, followers, lovers, and perhaps sidekicks, if worthy individuals came about. He would be kind and firm with his followers, acting as a leader and a shining beacon of hope lighting the way to happiness through the darkness that is evil.
Zarif was a ladies' man, a smooth talker, and a skilled lover. At least, he thinks he is. He never really had a chance to prove it since the women back in his home island weren't really interested in the cat. The way he sees it though, it was their fault not his.
The way he acts around women are different than if he was around men. Zarif would attempt to be more like a gentleman: charming, speaking slower and in a lower voice, and effectively flirting 24/7 with the girls he thinks are good looking. Often, he would use his skill with the ukulele and his beautiful singing voice to try to win the hearts of the female gender, a foolproof plan in his mind.
As a hero, he naturally believes in Justice, and thinks that it is his duty to deliver them where needed. When Zarif sees injustice being done, the evil picking on the innocent there is no doubt that he would be there, combating villains and saving the day. This is moreso true in the case that the victim is the woman, he is a ladies man after all!
Hometown: Arabasta History:
Spoiler: click to toggle Zarif Sovalie was born to a family of merchants in the town Rainbase. While his father and mother were not the most successful of merchants, it was enough that Zarif never felt a want for most things. His father was a fat jolly man, stern but caring, and his mother a loving and kind soul. From a young age, Zarif had a lot of friends and led a happy life alternating between helping his father in the market, playing with his fellow street urchins, and learning to read and write from his mother. For more than seven years, Zarif led a carefree, happy life.
One day, his father struck a very good deal, one that could change their whole lifestyle. However. the deal required him to travel with his goods to another island. Naturally, Zarif wanted to come with his father on his 'adventure'. At first, his father rejected the notion outright, but after constant begging, crying, and promising that he would listen and do what his father tells him to down to every word, his father relented.
The first few days of sailing proceeded without any major issues. In fact, Zarif loved every second of it. The blue sea, warm winds, and the rocking of the ship caused by the waves were all very exciting for young Zarif. On deck, he imagined himself a great adventurer, treading new lands, discovering ancient civilizations and exotic treasures. One of the sailors on the ship had been kind enough to make for Zarif a wooden sword, and with it the young boy fancied himself a strong and brave adventurer fighting off evil Pirates raiding their ship trying to steal their amassed treasures. Little did he know at that time, the irony of his make believe.
On the fourth day of sailing, it was already dark outside, so Zarif stayed in his and his dad's room below deck to practice his writing and reading, something he had promised his mother he would do. Bored already of the chore, he was silently picking off his boogers and arranging them neatly on the desk when he heard a sudden commotion on the deck. A smile came to his round face as he thought that the commotion came from two of the sailors getting into a brawl yet again. Zarif loved watching and being on the sidelines cheering for his favorite sailor to win. It made him feel very manly.
Before he could leave his room however, Zarif heard loud sounds of a set of feet hurrying downstairs and suddenly the door to his room slammed open revealing a distraught and disheveled man. Zarif's father was panting breathlessly, his face was ridden with worry and fear and a tear was visible on his robe's sleeve. Wordlessly, he dashed past a puzzled Zarif and went rummaging through his belongings, revealing a sword. On the door, he turned towards Zarif and said in a stern and authoritative tone, "Zarif! Listen to me. Under no condition are you to leave this room! Stay put and hide! Don't make a sound until I'm back!" Zarif was confused and more than a bit scared at seeing the state of his father, so he stayed silent and nodded.
Despite the urgency, Zarif's father lingered for a few seconds, peering into his only son's eyes with intensity. Suddenly, he lunged forward and gathered Zarif in his arms, hugging him tightly. After a while, his father released Zarif's scrawny body, and gave him one last smile, a mix of pride and regret in it, before finally turning away leaving a confused and scared Zarif alone.
For a few minutes, Zarif just stood against the now closed door unsure of what to do. The boy was scared, and he wanted nothing else than to run up to the deck and hide behind his father's protection. However, the urgency of his father's words rang inside his head, and Zarif finally decided to hide in the corner under a heavy pile of clothing, shivering despite the warmth.
There he sat for how long he did not know, listening intently to the ruckus above his head, wondering what was happening and fearing for his father and himself. From the noise on the deck and his father's demeanor, young as he was Zarif understood that they were now in a dangerous situation, and stayed quiet for it.
Finally, the noise started to dwindle and dissipate. Zarif contemplated getting out of his hiding place to check the situation and look for his father. He was just about to do so when he heard steps running down the stairs. More than one pair. The boy hoped beyond hope that it was his father, but the uncertainty coupled with his fear caused him to remain hidden. The door opened and the man that walked in was certainly not Zarif's father. For one, he was lanky and short, for another he was full of scars, shirtless and bald. He looked like he had not washed himself for months and his uneven yellow teeth were missing in some places. The man was carrying a curved sword in one of his hands, and as Zarif noted with horror, it was dripping with fresh red blood.
The boy was literally frozen with terror as he witnessed the man rummaging through the room tossing things aside without care. Once or twice, he got close to where Zarif was hiding, and the boy would close his eyes and mutter prayers desperately. Thankfully, the man seem disinterested in a pile of clothing and left him alone. Just as the intruder was about to leave the room, an object caught his eye. It was a feather quill, beautiful and nicely decorated. Zarif's mother had made the quill herself, and had given it to him before the voyage as to encourage him to practice his writing. Zarif treasured it like nothing else.
So when the man eyed it with interest and went on to walk outside with it in his hand, Zarif leaped out of his hiding place and shouted, "No!!!" dashing towards the thief to try and take back the quill. The man turned in alarm at hearing the shout, brandishing his sword ready to strike. Upon seeing it was nothing but a small kid, the man smirked and backhanded the boy across the room, crashing on some cardboard boxes. Tears of pain appeared on the boy's eyes as he licked his lower lip, tasting blood. "Brat scared me to death..." The man laughed loudly.
With tears running down his face freely, Zarif bared his teeth at the man and once again rushed towards him, "Graaaaaah!!!". However, the thief lazily held out his arm stopping Zarif's advance putting his hand against the boy's head. Flailing his arms in a vain attempt to hit the intruder, Zarif did not notice a new figure until he was directly beside him, "Who's this little chit?" The newcomer was big and hairy, his black hair coarse and facial hair unkempt. The lanky man looked up at him and grinned, "He's just a brat who thought he could take what's rightfully mine." The thief was dangling Zarif's quill in his hand as he said this. "That's mine! My mom gave it to me!" Swiveling out of the intruder's hold, Zarif ran pass the man's arm and kicked him hard where it hurts.
Yelping, the man instinctively retracted his arms to his crotch, doubling over in pain and dropping the quill on the floor. Zarif gleefully snatched the quill of the floor and prepared to run and take off when he felt fingers latching on the top of his head and his body lifted from the floor. Struggling, Zarif scratched and pounded at the arm of the big man who held him by the head to no avail. His face still scrunched up in pain, the lanky man brandished his sword and said angrily, "You're dead kid!" This however, didn't sit well with the large man, "No you idiot! He's worth more alive than dead." Begrudgingly, the lanky man backed off. It was clear who was the leader between the two.
With that, the two intruders carrying Zarif with them ascended the stairs to the deck as the boy threw punches at the big man's chest in vain, "Where are you taking me?! Let go! Help me dad!!" The lanky man chuckled eerily at Zarif, "Poor brat. You will curse the day that your life was spared, I can promise you that." He cackled.
They emerged from the dock into a scene that would be branded on Zarif's memory for years to come. Bodies littered the wooden deck and red blood, some of them still fresh, spattered the floor glistening in the moonlight. With increasing horror, Zarif saw many familiar faces among the lifeless bodies on the deck. As they walked across the wooden floor towards another ship beside the one Zarif was on, a growing fear gnawed in him. Where was his father? Was he okay? Unbidden, his tears started to flow once more.
As they reached the bridge connecting the two ships, Zarif started to scream, "Heeelp!! Daaaaad! Heelp mee!!" His dad did not answer but instead, the lanky man laughed and said, "We did not leave anyone alive, your dad is dead!!" Zarif ignored the man and kept crying for his father to come and save him. That's when a shadow appeared from the darkness. His clothes was torn and tattered, bruises and blood decorated his face but standing there with a sword in hand was none other but Zarif's father. The relief from seeing his father alive brought a big smile on his face, "Dad!" Now that his father was there, everything was going to be okay. That's how it's always been and always be, in Zarif's mind. Panting and in pain, his father demanded in a dark voice, "Leave my son be." he pointed his sword at the big man carrying the boy.
The lanky invader sneered, "Oh... We got ourselves a hardy one here?" Seemingly happy of the fact. The leader for his part looked at Zarif's father devoid of emotion, "Get rid of him." Licking his bloody sword, the lanky man replied with a smile, "With pleasure." and approached the chubby man.
Grimacing, his father raised his sword above his head and swung down at the kidnapper hard. There was a loud sound of metal clashing with metal, and a sword flew into the air falling into the wooden deck. It was his father's. Weaponless, his father smiled warmly at Zarif, "Don't worry Zarif! I will find you and I will save you! I promise!!" he shouted in a strong voice as the man's sword fell, and crimson blood spurted from his father's body as he fell on his knees, and then flat on the floor. "...Dad?" Zarif's voice trembled in fear as he pleaded, "Dad please..." No reply. His father laid on the wooden floor unmoving. "Let's go." The large man announced, turning around and stepping onto the bridge, the lanky man closed behind.
His arms stretching toward his father, Zarif bit his lip as he cried, "Daaaaaaaaaaad!!"
The people that had attacked the transport ship turned out to be pirates, and it was with them that Zarif was forced to travel for a few weeks on the sea. At the start Zarif would cry and throw fits at the pirates who had kidnapped him, demanding to be released and crying about his mother and father. It did not take too many beatings before that died down however. Afterward, Zarif kept to himself, and the Pirates mostly left him alone when they weren't using him for the butt of their jokes or giving him food. For a reason that Zarif did not know at that moment, they wanted him to "Look and be healthy."
Zarif spent his time mostly just sitting on the corner of his "room" and letting his mind wander freely. Sometimes Zarif thought of home, about his mother, and about his father and his promise, wondering if the jolly fat man was still alive. Other times he would wonder about his fate, about the pirates' plan for him. That however only served to make him more depressed and scared, so he did not dwell on it.
Once in a while, the pirates would check on Zarif and see him smiling in his daydream and would get puzzled, wondering if the boy had gone nuts. On those occasion, the subject of Zarif's daydreams would be an imaginary figure. A powerful hero of justice who protects the innocent and smites evil. Every scenario would differ in detail, but it would always involve the hero swooping into the ship in some grand manner, taking care of all the pirates on the ship and saving Zarif from their evil clutches. They would then ride on one of the hero's magical rides, whether it's a white steed that could run on water or a great eagle riding on the winds! Whatever magnificent places they stop in the way the end destination would always the same. In his mind, both his father and mother would be in the house being all sad because Zarif was gone, and he would enter in the house with the mighty hero behind him, and his parents would be so surprised and happy to see him!
The more often Zarif daydreams about the hero, which was often, the more fleshed out the hero was. He started as a vague shadow, and slowly his clothes became defined, his weapon, demeanor and way of speaking. He wore black boots that goes up mid thigh, black gloves, and a green cavalier hat with a black ribbon around the top of the rim of the hat and a big yellow feather sticking out of it. Around his shoulders was a flowing green cape and around his neck was a black eye mask worn only when he transforms to Masked Hero mode!
The hero was a very confident man who thinks he is invincible. Which is okay because he was invincible. He was well groomed and handsome, loved by all the ladies. He had a flair for music, guitar to be exact, and a manly voice fit for singing. The hero does not take insults easy, and he gets irritated when people go against what he wanted. He was a hero after all! He was also a close minded and thinks that his way is always the best, often ignoring others' suggestion and going with his own thinking. He can do that, he's a hero after all! More than anything however, was his strong feeling of Justice. Whenever he sees the weak being picked on, or evil befalling the innocents, he will be there delivering Justice and cleaning up evil! Especially if the victims are women. He is a ladies man after all!
Zarif did not think of a name for the hero until the last. He thought hard and long for this one, looking for the perfect name for the perfect hero. Masked Defender! Yes, that had a good ring to it.
Throughout the lonely days on the ship, thoughts of his parents and of the Masked Defender saving him from the evil pirates were the only thing that kept him from sobbing and feeling sorry for himself. In time, Zarif even got used to situation, and it did not feel as bad as it was at the beginning. That is, before they finally arrived at their destination.
At first, Zarif was glad that he was able to get off the ship for once and feel the grass between his toes. From the talk of the people there, he learned of the name of the island. Shabondy Archipelago. However, things happened really quickly afterward, and before he knew what happened, the Pirates left Zarif with an eccentric man after some discussion and money changing hands.
At first, the boy was ecstatic, thinking that he was free. That thought banished with the collar that was put around Zarif's neck, something that would change the boy's life forever. He was put into a cell, asking a lot of questions and demanding to know what's going on. It was in his cell that someone told him what he was. Zarif Sovalie was now officially, a slave.
Naturally, the boy threw a fit when he first realized what was happening. Though at first, he did not even understand what a slave was, and only knew that he was a captive. When someone told him what it meant to be a slave his first reaction was confusion. Zarif did not get how a person can own another. They're not objects to be possessed, they're human beings! It would not take him long before he truly understood what it means to be a mere possession of another.
A few days upon arriving at Shabondy, Zarif and the other slaves were paraded on the stage in front of a crowd of people. The boy went through the whole thing scared and very much confused. He watched as one by one the collared slaves were bid on, bought, and taken away with their owners. Finally, it was Zarif’s turn. Standing on the stage in front of everyone made him very nervous, very much so because their eyes looked like they eyes of the men looking at his father’s wares back home. It was a short bidding, started at 500,000 beli and after half a minute of not so competitive bidding, and ended with a rich fat man buying Zarif for 1,000,000. That night, the boy went home with his new owners.
It had turned out that the man had bought Zarif to act as a playmate to his 8 years old daughter, and help around the mansion a bit when needed. His first meeting with the daughter, named Aemelvi, went rather smoothly. Zarif’s first impression of Aemelvi was a sweet obedient girl, beaming up at his father and acting properly. The following weeks would prove to Zarif how horribly wrong his impression was.
Most of the time, being her “playmate” meant that she would boss him around, shout and insult him. She had a very bad habit of throwing whatever was laying around at him, whether it was just to get his attention, when he did not obey fast enough to her liking, or anytime she wanted really. The third day of arriving in the mansion, the girl threw a rock at Zarif, injuring his temple and drawing blood.
Naturally, Zarif rebelled against this treatment, and threw something back at Aemelvi. That night, he was brought into the Mansion’s yard, told to take off his shirt, and his hands tied on rope hanging from a branch of a tree. Zarif was scared, not knowing what would happen but knowing that he was being punished. Then he saw the whip.
That night, Zarif cried like he had never cried before, hurt like he never was before. The short stretch of time felt like forever for the young boy as he received ten slashes from the whip, crying for his father, his mother; crying for Masked Defender to come and save him. For a long time, even recalling the memory of that night made the scars on his back burn. That wasn’t the end however, as it wasn’t long before he understood that rebelling wasn’t the only thing that would earn him a punishment. Whenever Aemelvi was very upset, whether it’s because her father won’t buy her something or some other reason, she often took it out on her “playmate”. Soon, bruises and scars decorated the skinny body of Zarif Sovalie.
On the rare free time that Zarif had, he would always sat on his so called bed in his so called room and let his mind wander. They wandered onto different topics at first, but as the days became weeks, and the weeks became months, his daydreams would focus more and more onto Masked Defender. Just like it was on the ship, Zarif would imagine the hero dramatically busting in the mansion, beating everyone in it, and saving Zarif from the cruel fate of slavery. Sometimes, he would remember his father’s promise and include him in his daydreams, fighting gallantly beside Masked Defender and together on some exotic ride returning home to his mother.
As time went on, Zarif even imagined himself as Masked Defender, traveling around the world to exotic places fighting monsters and bad guys and saving damsels in distress. His mind had became a retreat from the harsh reality of the world around him, a happy place where Zarif can forget all about the insults, unfair treatment, and painful punishments. It did not take long until Zarif started spending every second of idle moment in his imaginary world, either being Masked Defender, or being saved by him. Maybe because he truly wished it to be so, the world of his dreams had became more real than the outside world. His slavery and bad treatments were just episodes of nightmares before waking up to a world filled of justice, the world of Masked Defender.
In was only in this manner was Zarif able to continue living in the mansion; daydreaming between bad treatments and punishments. Time did not sculpt Aemelvi into a gentler or fairer owner, it was quite the opposite. It seemed like to Zarif that her cruelty increased over the years. Her father of course never commented on her harsh treatment other than the occasional, “Don’t break him,” He was indifferent towards Zarif like someone was indifferent towards a chair, and for some reason, this scared Zarif even more than Aemelvi’s treatment of him.
Three years were sufficient enough time to turn Zarif into a mere shell of he was back in Arabasta. Quiet, devoid of energy, submissive, and lacking any motivation. Gone was the energetic boy full of dreams, the boy that claimed that one day he was going to be a brave hero of the sea. That is of course, before he retreats into his sanctuary. In the world of his dreams, the world that is more concrete to him than the real world, he was a brave hero of the sea, exploring new civilizations and unearthing great treasures.
It had seemed to Zarif that this was how he would live out the rest of his life, and resigned himself to the fate. However, all that was about to change.
One day, Aemelvi and his father left the house to go on sightseeing somewhere not too far from the mansion. From the conversation, Zarif gleaned that they would be gone for practically the whole day. As a result, that day the boy really did not have anything to do. Walking idly around the mansion, Masked Defender in his head and his stomach growling, Zarif found himself in front of his master's room. His first instinct was to of course scurry away. One of the first rules he ever learned was to never ever under any circumstances even go near his master's room. However that day, for some reason or another he felt adventurous and inside he went.
The room was lavish and grand, something that was not a surprise for Zarif, but the boy gawked at everything nonetheless. looking around the rom he saw a brightly colored box, lacquered with gold on some of it's surface. Curiosity got the best of him and he opened it. Inside, there sat a weird looking fruit covered in swirls, red and bigger than the size of his palm. It never occurred to the boy at that time that the fruit was important enough that it was kept inside a fancy box. To him, it was just a weird looking fruit. Then, his hunger coupled with a sense of foolhardiness caused him to do something that would change his life forever, he took a bite of the fruit. It was the nastiest thing he ever put in his mouth, and he could not eat past the first bite. So putting it back in the box, Zarif hurriedly ran out and away from his master's room.
That night, shortly after Aemelvi and his father returned from wherever they were, chaos ensued in the household. From one of the hallways, Zarif could hear the loud raging voice of the master of the house, soon joined with the sound of Aemelvi shouting back at him. The boy did not know what was happening, but was smart enough to decide to clear away from the two until it was all over. So he retreated back to his room. It wasn't long before his door slammed open, distracting Zarif in the mid of fighting a horde of dragons as the Masked Defender. When he saw who it was, Zarif literally froze. It was Aemelvi, and she didn't look happy. She had never personally came into Zarif's room before, always sending her servants to fetch him instead. She was panting in anger and had a half crazed look in her eyes. At that point, Zarif knew that he had screwed up bad.
The teenage girl marched toward Zarif and raised her arm, and the boy flinched, bracing for pain. The slap that Zarif was expecting did not come, instead Aemelvi put her hands on his collar, one of which was holding a key, and the boy heard a clicking sound. Zarif opened his eyes as he felt the collar came off of his neck. He looked up at Aemelvi, confused and scared. What diabolical plan does she have for him now?! "He was going to kill you..." She said in a low voice, "He was going to take you away from me... But he can't! You're mine, nobody else can touch you, she squeezed his cheeks with her fingers hard till it hurts, "You're mine you hear me?!!" Zarif could do nothing but stare in fear at her bulging eyes, filled with madness.
Releasing his cheeks, she then said in a low voice, "Now run... Run to where he can't get you...", Zarif stood there looking dumbfounded, "What are you standing around for?! Get away from here!!" She raised her voice once again. The shout woke him up from the trance, and he moved quickly taking his only two possessions, the quill his mother had given him, and a piece of paper he managed to steal with only his name written on it. Taking a white string he's been playing with, Zarif tied the two things on his stomach so it won't fall while he runs, and with that he darted to the door. Grasping the frame of the door with one hand, he turned his head around, looking at the girl who was in turn staring at him. "You will run, and you will hide," She smiled slightly, "But you can never run for me. You can never hide from me." Aemelvi chuckled, "One day, I will find you. And then you will be mine once again, and for ever," A look in horror came across Zarif, and he turned around and started running, fleeing and sprinting away until he could not hear the mad laughter of one who was once his mistress.
That night, Zarif ran like he never ran before. The head start provided by Aemelvi enabled him to run as far as the front yard before the guards spotted and started pursuing him. Zarif was fast, but malnourished as he was he did not have much stamina. After ten minutes of pursuit around the town, the guards were catching up to the boy, and in hopes of losing them Zarif turned onto an alley. That proved to be a mistake, for the alley turned out to be a dead end. Panicking, Zarif's eyes darted around looking for an escape. There was none. He could hear the guard's footsteps echoing against the night, nearing every second and closed his eyes, repeating intensely in his mind, I have to escape! I have to escape!
The guards turned towards the alley just to find a tiny pile of clothes on one side and a white cat strolling awkwardly. Scratching their heads in confusion the guards ran back towards whence they came from, searching for the runaway slave.
The white cat shivered in fear, slowly making his way out of the alley. Zarif was confused and scared out of his mind, not understanding what had happened to him. All he knew was that he was small with white fur and possessed paws. Spurned by the thought of the guards realizing that the cat was really him and returning, he started to run the opposite direction from where the guards had went, What happened to me?! Will I be able to turn back?! The thoughts plagued his mind as Zarif ran through the night streets not knowing what's he's running towards.
Led by a tasty smell, Zarif soon found himself in front of a restaurant. The light was on, the door open, and he could hear conversation from inside. Exhausted from the chase and his stomach gnawing at him in hunger, he walked in. Small as he was and busy as the patrons were with each other, nobody noticed him coming in. It wasn't until Zarif jumped up onto one of the tables to swipe a piece of fish that people noticed. The woman sitting on the table screamed right on his ear, and Zarif flinched. Before he could leap down and run away however, he felt something really hard hit his head. Sharp pain ran it's course through Zarif's body and sparks appeared in his vision, then he collapsed on the table. Barely conscious and in a lot of pain, Zarif almost did not register when he was grabbed tight by the neck and roughly thrown out of the restaurant and onto the street, left bleeding to die. As his consciousness fade at an alarming rate, the last thing on his mind was, Masked Defender... And the world turned black.
The next time Zarif opened his eyes, it would be on a soft, warm bed somewhere on a ship headed for North Blue. The aged woman that had saved him was recently widowed when her husband died of a heart attack. Having lived a lavish life from a young age, she wanted to retreat into a small island with a moderate town, living the last of her life there. Being a kind heated lady she had picked up the cat on her way to the dock. Imagine her surprise when the cat she saved sat up and asked, "Where am I?"
The fact that a cat could talk was not the only surprise however, for it did not take her a long time before she realized something else. The stray cat she had picked up had no recollection of anything. Zarif had lost his memories.
That's when Zarif's new life began as the cat who could speak, on a small island in North Blue. On him, they had found the quill and piece of paper with his name on it, and decided that Zarif Sovalie would be his name. Zarif did not dwell on his past, wondering what had happened, instead he was so happy and so proud to be a talking cat, the one and only in the world. It seemed like there was no remnant of the old Zarif, the slave. He was boisterous and loud, confident to the point of arrogance, and physically energetic. The local boys instantly took a liking for him if just because he was a talking cat and is interesting to poke fun to. Zarif from his part would claim superiority and leadership, acting like he was the boss of the village kids.
Occasionally, Zarif would help around the garden with the woman that had saved him, the one he calls Mama. That was boring however, as he did not feel like he should waste his time doing something as ordinary as gardening. If he wasn't playing outside, Zarif's favorite activity was to read stories of great heroes battling against the forces of evil and saving the innocents. Often, he would act it out, pretending he was a great hero and going around saving "innocents" from "evil". This usually means saving the weaker boys from being picked on by bullies. However, each time he tried so, even with the grandness of his entry and the gallantry of his speech, he would always end up pummeled and on the ground.
One day, while he laid sprawled on the dirt floor, having received the most recent of his pummeling, an old man watching from the porch of a house laughed loudly at the loser. Naturally, Zarif did not take the mocking well, as he jumped up off the ground, charged and pounced at the old man. That was how Zarif met his teacher and mentor, Hidar.
Hidar was a former Marine back when he was young and was a skilled fighter. He had a long club like weapon riddled with pointy metal studs , a Kanabo he told Zarif it was . From the first time he laid his eyes upon the weapon, Zarif pointed and said simply, "Teach me how to use that." Naturally, Hidar laughed at the statement, claiming how ridiculous it would be for a shrimp like Zarif to wield something 3 times as tall as him. Zarif persisted in the matter however, and finally the old man agreed, if just because he thought it would be funny to see the cat fail.
Hidar did not let Zarif even go near the Kanabo and instead gave him a wooden club to work with. At first, Zarif did fail, earning plentiful of mirth from his mentor. However, Zarif's pride did not let him quit. At first progress was slow, but with time it was easy to see that Zarif was getting better with the staff. Realizing his potential, Hidar finally decided to teach the young cat properly. From then, it did not take Zarif long before he in turn was able to pummel down the bullies, and earning him a position of leadership within the weaker kids in the village. He was well on his way to being a true Hero.
This wasn't enough however. Combat prowess is all good for a hero, but there's another thing that's essential. He had to be a ladies' man. How would he do that? The answer's simple, music. The ladies love a man who could entertain them with music. Mama supported his decision, and bought him an Ukulele.From then on Zarif would dedicate his free time on learning how to play the instrument.
Early on, Zarif found out that he had a natural sense for music, and as it turn out, a great voice for singing. This reinforced his believe that he was destined to be a great hero. Though strangely, even with his Ukulele and singing, it seemed like the girls in town were not impressed enough that they would fall for him. Of course, that were the girls fault. They did not know what they were missing. Because now that he was able to play the Ukulele and sing, he was set on being a hero.
However, the timing was not right, and timing was everything for a hero. For instance, a hero doesn't just come in the scene at any old time, a hero comes in at critical moments for a dramatic entrance. For that reason, Zarif remained in the island honing his combat skills and music.
One day when he was seventeen, he got thinking, something that he does not do often for he is a man of action. Why is he, a talking cat, a unique individual replicated by none, here in this world? There was only one answer. He was sent here to be a hero of the sea. To combat evil and protect the innocent is his purpose. With that realization, came the believe that this was the right timing for him to leave the island, and venture to the open sea.
Donning his black boots and gloves, his green cavalier hat and cape, and his black eye masks. With the Kanabo on his shoulder and passion for justice in his heart, Zarif Sovalie cast off the coast of the small island, headed for the great wide open sea to rid the world of its evil, as the Masked Defender.
Abilities and Possessions Combat: A true hero does not fight with tricks, they fight head on. Zarif's combat style amount to charging to where the fight is the thickest and using his Kanobo to beat the hell out of enemies. His style does not really have any complicated techniques or moves, as it usually only consists of swinging his weapon as hard as he could.
Weaponry: A black iron Kanobo with sharp iron studs. The handle wrapped in cloth for comfort and to prevent slippage is 2 feet long, and the iron itself is 4 feet long, amounting to 6 feet over all. Items:
- Ukulele - A normal wooden Ukulele?
Beli: 8,050,000 Upkeep: N/A SD Earned: 55 Stats:
- Used for Stats: 87
- Used for Fortune: N/A
- Strength: 36 (30 + 6 [Mighty Strength])
- Speed: 25
- Stamina:15
- Accuracy: 17
- Fortune: 21
Traits:
Specific Devil Fruit: Cat Zoan (3 traits) - The player may choose a specific Devil Fruit, either canon or custom, for their character. These fruits are limited to Paramecia and Zoan, and further limited based on moderator discretion.
Crowd Control (1 Trait) – Due to the nature of their skills, their performances will affect basically anyone who can see and hear them. Buff and debuff techniques used by these entertainers will have the same maximum as a single target technique, no matter how large a crowd they affect.
Mighty Strength (1 Trait) - This character's strength is boosted by 20%.
- Devil Fruit
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Neko Neko No Mi Model: Turkish AngoraDevil Fruit Type: Zoan Devil Fruit Ability: Zarif is able to transform into a hybrid Turkish Angora form, or full Turkish Angora form.
Techniques Regular Technique Points: 42 Used Regular Technique Points: 42 Special Technique Points: N/A Used Special Technique Points: N/A
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Full Zoan Form (10) Type: Devil Fruit - Supportive Range: Self Stats: +8 Str/+4 Spd/+4 Acc
| Description: Zarif transforms into a full Zoan Neko Neko model Turkish Angora. Standing at 2 and a half feet tall with white lush fur.
| Hybrid Zoan Form (4) Type: Devil Fruit - Supportive Range: Self Stats: +6 Str/+2 Spd/+2 Acc
| Description: Zarif transforms into a hybrid Zoan Neko Neko model Turkish Angora. Standing at 5 and a half feet tall with white short fur, and less defined cat features.
| Tales of Heroes (10) Type:Supportive Range:Allies within earshot. Stats:+6 Stamina Duration: 3 Posts
| Description: Zarif sings songs of heroes, meant to encourage his allies and himself to stand strong and prevail in face of tough situations.
| Tales of Villains (10) Type:Supportive Range:Enemies within earshot. Stats:-3 Speed -3 Stamina Duration: 3 Posts
| Description: Zarif sings songs of villains and how they lost shamefully in the face of Justice. This is meant to discourage his enemies and cause them to fight with less motivation and fervor.
| Wide Sweep (6) Type: Offensive Range: Melee Stats: N/A
| Description: Zarif stands in a firm stance and pulls back his Kanabo all the way back before swinging back as hard as he could. This technique takes a while due to the wide swing and if he misses it would unbalance the cat due to the weight of the weapon and his small body. Could potentially be used to clear a crowd.
| Masked Defender (10) Type: Supportive Range: Self Stats: +6 Strength Duration: 3 Posts
| Description: Zarif puts on his eye mask, transforming into Masked Defender and temporarily increasing his motivation from the sheer awesome that he feels as the Masked Defender.
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Development History Gains/Losses:- Scooped Rin Yato + 55 SDs and 8,050,000 Beli.
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Edited by Wincent, Jul 10 2011, 07:14 PM.
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