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| Shizuochan | Aug 19 2015, 07:20 AM Post #16 | ||||||||||
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Approved App Character Template [-----] Account Name: Sweets Basic Character Information Name: Lokh V. Sweets Nickname: Sweets Age: 15 Gender: Male Race: Human Affiliation: Pirate Bounty: 0 Achievements: Profession: Primary~ Martial Artist A Martial Artist is someone who specializes in hand-to-hand combat, completely or very close to unarmed. They usually have good insight in the aspects of weight, balance and movement of the body. Characters with this profession have access to certain additional traits and may create "Stance" techniques. Secondary~ Chef A Chef, Cook, Bartender or any other distinct related profession gives kitchen skills and knowledge about food, flavoring, ingredients, drink, and nutrients. They are masters at making the most out of whatever ingredients are available, and know how to create a balanced diet for the crew that will keep everyone in fighting trim. Position: Entertainer/Chef Physical Appearance Height: 112 cm Weight: 4.9 kg Hair: Sweets has naturally spiky, unkempt hair, that tends to jut out each side towards the bottom due to the top hat he wears. Whenever his hat is removed, the top of his hair sprouts up into three spikes that veer towards the right until the last two hover over his forehead as bangs. His hair appears to be jet black, which makes for an odd contrast to his marshmallow white skin. The rest of his hair seems to be ruffled and messy due to wearing his hat all the time, though you could say it adds to his youthful charm. Eyes: Black Clothing/Accessories: Sweets has had to make due with a patchy, old, tuxedo, made by his “Granma”. His top hat is his most prized possession. General Appearance: After eating the Mochi Mochi no Mi (Rice Rice Fruit), Sweets took on a marshmallow-like appearance: small, puffy, and white as snow. The circular rouge colored cheeks certainly pop, due to his snow white skin. Standing at a whopping 112cm, Sweets makes for one of the shortest and most adorable pirates. Due to the nature of his skin color, his hands appear to look like the fancy white gloves a well dressed performer might wear. While his eyes are black, they still shimmer with wonder and kindness, with the sort of innocence a child might have. While his body is roundish and pudgy, he by no means looks grotesque, nor overweight. His slender arms and legs helps drive this notion home. His rosy red cheeks, big eyes, and goofy smile makes him to be one of the most adorable pirates you might come across. He often finds himself grabbed up and cuddled to the point of suffocation, due to his plush like nature. The poor thing can't help but be subjected to this behavior, but at least it's technically entertaining someone, right? Spoiler: click to toggle ![]() The Character Personality: Sweets, much like his name sake, is a sweet, caring individual. However, he is also cunning, and wily when he has to be. If something interests him he pursues it until it is no longer interesting. He seeks out adventure, fame, and fortune so that he can tell the stories nobody else has the courage to tell. Once he sets his mind to something he sticks to it no matter what. Sweets also has a knack for keeping things tidy, in order to show respect to whichever the crew he winds up sailing with. He isn't the most mature individual, as he seems to get away with a lot due to how young he looks. His child like behavior can vary from endearing to frustrating and while he is in fact "sweet" if you playfully take his hat he will show his more bitter side, with a sharp bite to the arm. His sour nature can also be viewed when he catches someone sleeping during his performances, or simply when someone doesn't take them seriously. Times like these really accentuate his child like behavior as he sulks in frustration. One of his major vices is candy and anything (ironically) sweet. Due to the nature of his form, he craves the sugary goodness that pastries and candy provide. Whether or not it’s his main way to sustain himself is up in the air, but he would definitely want people to believe that. True or not, he will use this as an excuse to eat his sugary confections for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, often making him sick. This boy needs more meat and veggies in his diet, don’t be fooled by his nonsense! Hometown:Ketsuraku Island (North Blue), Tellwin City History: When Sweets was just a child of 4, he and his ambitious (or rather conning) father set sail with their crew in search of fame and fortune. However, one dark, unforgiving night, the ocean raged against their boat, toppling their sail and ultimately sinking their ship. Tossing and turning on the deck, the two were separated before succumbing to the open sea. When he came to, Sweets found himself washed ashore a strange island with nothing left of his father but a soggy, raggedy top hat. Devastated, alone, and scared, Sweets picked up the memento, placing it on his head. This would be when he realized that he was surrounded. Nothing but strange women as far as the eye could see, each with a puzzled look as they studied him. It seemed like eternity before he decided to take his first step towards the crowd, timidly. However, before he could make it two steps, he collapsed, waking up in a strange room. Here, an elderly woman tended to his wounds, “Granma” he heard her called. Upon first glance he didn’t know what to make of her. The large, eccentric, blue wig made him question the sanity of this old lady. Still, she didn’t leave his side at all, through his entire ordeal. He had caught pneumonia, he was told, and nobody was for certain he would make it through. Still, Granma never gave up on him. She treated and nursed him back from the brink of death. When he was well enough, he insisted to help out around her house. He cooked, cleaned, and scrubbed the floors until they shined. Three years passed when he began to grow fond of all the attention he received. Every time he was sent out to get groceries or run an errand, he would be swarmed with onlookers. He didn’t understand that he was a rarity, but it was alright because he soon took to entertaining the crowds of women. He would put on shows, sing, dance, and tell jokes to get the crowd roaring for more. Eventually, Granma patched together a tuxedo to go with his top hat. Soon, he would be putting on more complex acts and shows for his adoring fans. Sadly, his popularity started to dwindle as he began to notice his predicament. He was one of few males living on this island. He started asking around, only stirring up trouble, and gaining the disapproval of the crowd he grew to love so much. He couldn’t stand that nobody would tell him what happened, and vowed that he would never let a good story go untold. His spare time freed up from constant entertaining, Sweets decided to search around for more stories, eventually leading him to discover the Hidden Fist Dojo. it would be here, where he would secretly study from afar. He watched various fighting techniques, trying desperately to practice and master them. No matter how much effort he put in, he never seemed to get it. Sure, he was good compared to outsider’s, never studying the art, but he was incredibly mediocre next to the students. Finally, a master of the Dojo discovered his efforts, and began to teach him directly. “You’re not drunk”, he recalls being told. Since this error could not be corrected for many years, being 7 years old, the Master decided to teach him a better suited martial art - Sambo. Sweets picked it up at an astonishing rate. It felt natural, and “honest” as he recalled the feeling. He didn’t have to pretend to drink, or lower his inhibitions. It still had the freedom and fluidity he sought in a fighting style, but with a wrestling flavor. Sweets soon grew bored of the housework Granma had let him do, and wished to help in the rice paddy fields. Granma was of course surprised to witness such dedication from a child, though she insisted he stick to house chores until he was old enough. This wasn’t a good enough answer for him, and one day he decided to peek in on the rice workers to see how they worked. It was here where he noticed a couple of ladies arguing with someone. He couldn’t make out who she was, but her very presence seemed to have very one on edge. “Pirate” he heard the nervous whispers. This was inspiring news to him, for he was now smack dab in the middle of his latest story. He snuck in closer, overhearing the pirate’s ungrateful grunts as she took whatever she had came for. He followed her all the way back to her ship, hiding in the Captain’s Quarters, as she plopped a strange fruit on her desk and left. It was about 30 minutes in, until he found the courage to sneak out but before he made it to the door, he already felt the entire room rock and sway. “Oh no!” he yelped before stumbling to the shifting floor. He hadn’t been on a ship in years, and his memories of his life before the island had all but vanished. The image of the man he adored was now just a tall shadow. Being on a moving ship sent him into hysterics, he reverted back to his younger, emotionally devastated and untrusting self as he crammed himself under a few loose panels in the floor, hiding below. Days went by before he could gather the courage to come out from his hiding in search of food. When he peaked his head out, he noticed the item the pirate had taken was some sort of fruit. Starving and desperate, and gobbled it up in one bite before the Captain barged in. She grew silent, staring at the boy before walking back out and slamming it shut. She couldn’t make out was she was yelling, and most of the muffled words were things he had either heard Granma say on occasion or words he just outright didn’t understand. They sounded nasty, though, and the Captain definitely sounded displeased. When she reentered the room, she had a huge, fake, smile painted across her face. “You… didn’t eat that fruit on my desk, did you?” “No” Sweets confidently said. “Listen here you little sh-“ she exclaimed in frustration, clawing towards him as the crew held her back. She sighed and recollected herself before approaching Sweets again. “I know you ate it. You know how I know? Sweets just shook his head timidly. The captain cleared her throat and corralled him towards a mirror. “Don’t scream, boy” she ordered him, her hands covering his eyes. He nodded before she let go. There was a long silence. Sweets remembered it lasted almost as long as when he first came to, back at the island. However, his reaction would definitely throw off the Captain. He pressed his hands and body against the mirror and admired himself. He looked flashy, his appearance was unique and could catch anyone’s eye. It would only help his performances. His skin was now snow white, his cheeks a rosy red, and his height had shrunk. He was a bit puffy around his waist as well, and noticed his skin was as soft as a marshmallow. On top of that, his hands were now cartoonishly large and with the white skin, now looked like gloves. He also found his nose was completely gone. He turned around and gave the Captain a mean look as if to say “give it back”. She chuckled and shrugged her shoulders saying to get used to it. He was told he had eaten the Mochi Mochi no Mi - the Rice Rice Fruit, and that he could never swim again. This had very little effect on him, since he was always afraid to swim anyway. He would also be granted several skills and powers from eating this fruit. The captain, though angry, decided to temporarily allow the kid to stay aboard… for 8 years. His appearance in that time never seemed to change, as his new form seemed set to this small, pudgy build. In that “short” time he grew to love being part of a pirate crew. The captain took a shine to him, teaching him about the world, further inspiring Sweets. There were many stories to be told, but the Captain made sure he stayed out of any Piratey affairs, telling him he would eventually have to find a different crew so he could make stories of his own. When porting at Stearr Island, the Captain decided it was finally time to leave Sweets. When the crew asked why, she simply answered she was tired of the snot nosed brat, though she of course was just putting on a tough act. She would miss him, but knew if he was to become a pirate he would have to find his own way and join a different crew that might better suit him. Sweets now finds himself alone in a bustling city. He must now find a way to survive on his own, be it eating leftovers from the garbage, or conning unsuspecting tourists with his “shows” Abilities and Possessions Combat: Sweets uses the art of Sambo - a grappling fighting style. Since he ate the Rice Rice Fruit when he is wet he is able to stick, so he often will lick his hands or dampen his feet so that he can plant himself before the enemy. This is extremely useful for when he takes on large sumo wrestlers. This is a common con he pulls to gain a quick buck, but it can also be used for more serious fights. Though small and very light, his fists pack a punch, and his strength certainly is a mystery to any unsuspecting challenger. He can also stick or climb up anything to gain the high ground. His fists and Devil Fruit powers are his only physical weapons, however it could be argued that his art of deception and misdirection is an even stronger tool for battle. He is a very tricky fighter who uses his entertainment to get that edge he might need. Be it singing, acting, or the use of magician like tricks, he is able to fool and confound his opponents. Items: The only important item to note is his top hat, the only memento of his father. Should his hat go missing, Sweets will begin panicking and shouting for his dad, as though he is instantly taken back to the horrid night he lost his family. Also carried in his satchel, is a load of sweet mochi balls, cooked up from scratch. Can be used to either munch on or to be chewed up and spat as projectiles. Weaponry: N/A Beli: 500,000 SD Earned: 0 Stat Points: 32 Advancement Points:N/A SD Remaining: 0 Stats:
Traits] Specific Devil Fruit [Mochi Mochi no Mi] (3 General Traits) - The player may choose a specific Devil Fruit, either canon or custom, for their character. These fruits are limited based on moderator discretion but can be of any of the three types. Hardened Fighter (1 Trait) – Through excessive training in breaking planks, punching rocks, and all those durability-building exercises, the character’s arms, up to their elbows, and their legs, up to their knees, have gained flesh that is as hard as iron, making them much more resistant to physical damage.
Techniques Regular Technique Points: 16 Used Regular Technique Points: 12 Special Technique Points: 0 Used Special Technique Points: 0
Development History Gains/Losses: Edit Log: Spoiler: click to toggle Edit Log goes here In the future, make sure you post again when your edits are complete. Your character has been approved. From here on, you can go find some people to RP with, and start getting into some Storylines. Make sure you enter the appropriate information into your signature, the details of which can be found here. Edited by Shizuochan, Aug 19 2015, 07:21 AM.
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