Post by jinno on Nov 26, 2011 2:36:00 GMT -5
Name: Brandon Stage
Class: Paramecia
RP Power: Chopper/Brook
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Hair Color: Brown
Skin: Tan
Eyes: Blue
Height: 5'9"
Weight:186 lbs
Place of Birth: Centaurea Island - South Blue
Enemies: World Government, Marines
Allies: Revolutionary Army
Occupation: Doctor
Appearance: Brandon Stage is a trained surgeon through and through. Though when not operating he wears his hair unkempt, he holds it out of his silvery blue eyes with a much darker navy bandanna. Around his neck he wears a matching bandanna as a scarf, which he will use as a mask when at an operating table. Often he is seen wearing a striped orange-red and pale orange t-shirt and pale blue-gray trousers complete with navy colored boots. Despite the fact that he is not always in surgery, he is usually seen wearing long navy-colored gloves that match his surgeon's apron which he has tied to him with an orange sash. On his back Brandon usually carries a giant scalpel which he uses both as a weapon and a tool for surgeries.
Fashion of Choice: Medical professional clothes.
Armor of Choice: Extra shells.
Weapons of Choice: Giant scalpel paired with Su Su powers.
Devil Fruit:
Su Su No Mi - the Nesting fruit. Brandon is the rough equivalent of a Russian Nesting doll, and can separate from his outer shells into smaller stature, and also nest into external things.
Abilities
Empty Nest - Brandon uses his scalpel to create a clean cut through an object. Brandon can then separate the two halves of the object and nest inside, or keep them separated. The two halves are hollow in this form.
Mare's Nest - Brandon can place his hand on the outer shell of an object and know the contents inside that object. Most often this is used for diagnosing patients.
Nest Egg - Brandon separates an object into two halves as with Empty Nest, but in this case he can extract an object within and then store it within one of his inner shells.
Crow's Nest - Brandon ejects the top half of his outer shell at high velocity. Can only be used to eject the highest level top shell on his body.
Personality: Brandon is calculating in nature, he isn't likely to begin an attack until he diagnoses the situation in depth. However, socially he is very trusting and would befriend almost anyone. He's intelligent because of his education, but can adjust his intelligence level in conversation to fit the audience.
Alignment: Brandon is not power hungry, and he hates those that are. Every person and life is equal in his eyes, even if it's someone who would need treatment to be someone's equal.
Their Dream: Peace. Equality. He wants to cure the world's ailment, by any means necessary.
Disposition: In crisis Brandon will take his time to assess a situation before acting. Then he acts quickly and decisively.
Outlook: Brandon has been slightly embittered by years of derisive dismissal of his view of universal equality. He thinks his goal can one day be attained, but is slipping out of his hopes.
Backstory:
Brandon had simple ambitions growing up, or he simply had the ambitions his mother pushed on him. She wanted him to be a doctor, and a fine one at that could heal everyone in the world. It was a fine dream, one that he was willing to accept. After all, doctors were respected, doctors helped people, and for his mother's desires, doctors weren't poor paupers who could barely support a family of three on a dockworker's slim salary.
So Brandon studied hard on Centaurea. He went to classes at the school for those who weren't nobles and got the best grades in the class. He worked hard at home to help make sure his mother wasn't over worked, and he respected his father for the efforts he put forth at providing. Soon the school that Brandon was attending could no longer provide him with additional knowledge, he had surpassed the teacher on the curriculum, and the only additional resources on the island were for the Nobles.
So Brandon did what any inquisitive fellow would do. He walked into the uptown area and into the library, where he was promptly thrown out and spat upon. "Get back to the lower docks you trash. Stop degrading this noble paradise."
He was dejected, but he didn't give up. Over the course of the next few years Brandon worked hard in the day time helping his father at the docks, and at night he would sneak into the uptown library and would study there into the late hours. If he did not finish the things he studied, he would take it home with him. It was hard and it took a long time, but eventually he had learned enough that he passed the island hospital's entrance examination, and with the money he saved from years of working at the docks with his father, he was able to afford the entry fee to their apprenticeship program.
At 19, Brandon had finally been granted a certificate stating that he was a doctor. A surgeon. And the best one in the hospital at that. He made clean cuts, he sewed up wounds, and he made sure people got out alive. He was happy, and he had accomplished the goal his mother had established for him. She died happily not 2 years after his accomplishment.
Brandon felt a huge level of grief at the loss of his mother, and he went to her funeral to pay his respects and to comfort his father. However back in Uptown, where he was now a respected member of the noble society, Brandon was ridiculed. "Why would you visit such trash? Can you not see they're not worth your time?" It was horrible, and it made his grief harsher.
He no longer cared about his patients, they were Nobles after all. The same ones that cared not about his mother's passing, the same ones that spat on him like he was trash so many years ago. And they certainly made not attempt at hiding their distaste for the unprivileged upbringing Brandon had, now that they knew the wiser.
So Brandon quit. He worked on the docks with his aging father, and traveled from house to house as a physician for the poor. It wasn't as comfortable as his life as a physician for the nobles, but at least he was helping people that wouldn't so haphazardly dismiss others.
One day a packaged arrived in the town on a ship, it was addressed directly for the king. A small cage-box, inside was a green pill-shaped fruit with a brown stem and a swirly pattern. Brandon had never seen such a food, so he cut off a chunk of it and popped it in his mouth. It was the most disgusting thing he had ever tasted, and he threw the cage onto the ground spitting what remained of that taste in his mouth.
"Are you crazy?! ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL THE KING? That fruit tasted of a horrible poison."
"That was a devil fruit, you idiot, have you any idea what that cost?"
A wave of shock fell over Brandon. He had heard of the Devil's Fruits before, but he had always assumed they were myths. A powerful ability tied with the inability to swim? It was a frightful fate. But there must be a mistake, there was no way for that to be the case. After all, he felt no different than before he had tried that fruit.
"That must have been a fake. As you can see, nothing happened to me."
The shiphand shrugged it off, accepting the story and realized that it would be no major penalty to him, but the dock worker. Both he and Brandon continued on with their usual duties. That is until Brandon noticed as he bent over that he slid away from his torso. He bolted upright, collapsing back down to the rest of his body. He excused himself from work and immediately went back to the humble home he and his father shared.
Something was wrong. It had been a real Devil's Fruit, and once the king found out, he'd be dead. He had to leave town. He packed frantically, and jotted a note down his father to thank him for everything and to describe the situation. Brandon left before his father ever got back and he immediately rushed to the woods. He set up an encampment and just paced there in the woods for a week, thinking of a way to remedy his situation.
He finally decided that he had to leave, and so he rushed to the docks and stole a boat. One detail he failed to notice was that his father was not working, and was not among those screaming for him to come back as he rowed off to sea. Eventually he was far enough out that he could barely see the shore when he noticed a slip of paper on the floor of his boat.
"The Execution of Titus Stage". Brandon was overcome with shock once more. They had found out who was on shift at the docks that day, and discovered Brandon missing. His father was being punished as an example of what happened when you opposed the king.
Brandon had no choice. He rowed back to shore. He grabbed the only weapon he knew how to use, a scalpel, and he set out for the execution stand. But as he got there he was already too late, and there in a bucket was the head of his father and a crumpled corpse that had once been a respectable, hard-working man.
Brandon dropped to his knees and cried, and Noble Guards amassed around him. Brandon was under arrest and would likely be executed.
Lucky for him, the Revolutionary Army had other plans for the Island of Centaurea that day. As Brandon sat in a jail cell mourning the loss of his father the Revolutionary Army fought the Centaurean Army outside the walls of his prison. But after a week, they had declared their victory and established a new order in the town. Brandon was released, and met with high-ranking officials afterward.
"We're aware of what you did, standing against an oppressive leader like that."
"I didn't."
"No ordinary citizen would take it upon themselves to deny an oppressive king even more power."
"But I didn't do anything. I just stole a small piece of fruit when I was hungry on a shift. And my dad died because of me."
"I understand you're a physician as well, we'd really appreciate your services as we rebuild here."
"You don't understand. This place is no longer anything but a wound on my soul. You're praising me for happy accidents, and all I can think of in this god forsaken town is what I've lost. I need to get away. Give me a ship, give me the dignity to live my own life."
The Army official clearly had wanted a different answer, but he could not deny him that dignity. "Very well. While your services would be a great help, we cannot expect you to be of use when you cannot even help yourself. I shall give you a ship."
Brandon was happy to hear that, and he set off that evening. Over the next year he hopped from island to island, assisting where he could as a physician and surgeon, and worked in his spare time on figuring out his Devil Fruit abilities. He learned of his ability to nest into anything, and he also learned how to examine potential nests for grand discoveries. He swore to himself that he would not ever be like the Nobles of Centaurea, he swore to always value each human life as a valuable thing. He swore that one day he would be able to heal the wound that vexed the world - the desire for power.
Class: Paramecia
RP Power: Chopper/Brook
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Hair Color: Brown
Skin: Tan
Eyes: Blue
Height: 5'9"
Weight:186 lbs
Place of Birth: Centaurea Island - South Blue
Enemies: World Government, Marines
Allies: Revolutionary Army
Occupation: Doctor
Appearance: Brandon Stage is a trained surgeon through and through. Though when not operating he wears his hair unkempt, he holds it out of his silvery blue eyes with a much darker navy bandanna. Around his neck he wears a matching bandanna as a scarf, which he will use as a mask when at an operating table. Often he is seen wearing a striped orange-red and pale orange t-shirt and pale blue-gray trousers complete with navy colored boots. Despite the fact that he is not always in surgery, he is usually seen wearing long navy-colored gloves that match his surgeon's apron which he has tied to him with an orange sash. On his back Brandon usually carries a giant scalpel which he uses both as a weapon and a tool for surgeries.
Fashion of Choice: Medical professional clothes.
Armor of Choice: Extra shells.
Weapons of Choice: Giant scalpel paired with Su Su powers.
Devil Fruit:
Su Su No Mi - the Nesting fruit. Brandon is the rough equivalent of a Russian Nesting doll, and can separate from his outer shells into smaller stature, and also nest into external things.
Abilities
Empty Nest - Brandon uses his scalpel to create a clean cut through an object. Brandon can then separate the two halves of the object and nest inside, or keep them separated. The two halves are hollow in this form.
Mare's Nest - Brandon can place his hand on the outer shell of an object and know the contents inside that object. Most often this is used for diagnosing patients.
Nest Egg - Brandon separates an object into two halves as with Empty Nest, but in this case he can extract an object within and then store it within one of his inner shells.
Crow's Nest - Brandon ejects the top half of his outer shell at high velocity. Can only be used to eject the highest level top shell on his body.
Personality: Brandon is calculating in nature, he isn't likely to begin an attack until he diagnoses the situation in depth. However, socially he is very trusting and would befriend almost anyone. He's intelligent because of his education, but can adjust his intelligence level in conversation to fit the audience.
Alignment: Brandon is not power hungry, and he hates those that are. Every person and life is equal in his eyes, even if it's someone who would need treatment to be someone's equal.
Their Dream: Peace. Equality. He wants to cure the world's ailment, by any means necessary.
Disposition: In crisis Brandon will take his time to assess a situation before acting. Then he acts quickly and decisively.
Outlook: Brandon has been slightly embittered by years of derisive dismissal of his view of universal equality. He thinks his goal can one day be attained, but is slipping out of his hopes.
Backstory:
Brandon had simple ambitions growing up, or he simply had the ambitions his mother pushed on him. She wanted him to be a doctor, and a fine one at that could heal everyone in the world. It was a fine dream, one that he was willing to accept. After all, doctors were respected, doctors helped people, and for his mother's desires, doctors weren't poor paupers who could barely support a family of three on a dockworker's slim salary.
So Brandon studied hard on Centaurea. He went to classes at the school for those who weren't nobles and got the best grades in the class. He worked hard at home to help make sure his mother wasn't over worked, and he respected his father for the efforts he put forth at providing. Soon the school that Brandon was attending could no longer provide him with additional knowledge, he had surpassed the teacher on the curriculum, and the only additional resources on the island were for the Nobles.
So Brandon did what any inquisitive fellow would do. He walked into the uptown area and into the library, where he was promptly thrown out and spat upon. "Get back to the lower docks you trash. Stop degrading this noble paradise."
He was dejected, but he didn't give up. Over the course of the next few years Brandon worked hard in the day time helping his father at the docks, and at night he would sneak into the uptown library and would study there into the late hours. If he did not finish the things he studied, he would take it home with him. It was hard and it took a long time, but eventually he had learned enough that he passed the island hospital's entrance examination, and with the money he saved from years of working at the docks with his father, he was able to afford the entry fee to their apprenticeship program.
At 19, Brandon had finally been granted a certificate stating that he was a doctor. A surgeon. And the best one in the hospital at that. He made clean cuts, he sewed up wounds, and he made sure people got out alive. He was happy, and he had accomplished the goal his mother had established for him. She died happily not 2 years after his accomplishment.
Brandon felt a huge level of grief at the loss of his mother, and he went to her funeral to pay his respects and to comfort his father. However back in Uptown, where he was now a respected member of the noble society, Brandon was ridiculed. "Why would you visit such trash? Can you not see they're not worth your time?" It was horrible, and it made his grief harsher.
He no longer cared about his patients, they were Nobles after all. The same ones that cared not about his mother's passing, the same ones that spat on him like he was trash so many years ago. And they certainly made not attempt at hiding their distaste for the unprivileged upbringing Brandon had, now that they knew the wiser.
So Brandon quit. He worked on the docks with his aging father, and traveled from house to house as a physician for the poor. It wasn't as comfortable as his life as a physician for the nobles, but at least he was helping people that wouldn't so haphazardly dismiss others.
One day a packaged arrived in the town on a ship, it was addressed directly for the king. A small cage-box, inside was a green pill-shaped fruit with a brown stem and a swirly pattern. Brandon had never seen such a food, so he cut off a chunk of it and popped it in his mouth. It was the most disgusting thing he had ever tasted, and he threw the cage onto the ground spitting what remained of that taste in his mouth.
"Are you crazy?! ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL THE KING? That fruit tasted of a horrible poison."
"That was a devil fruit, you idiot, have you any idea what that cost?"
A wave of shock fell over Brandon. He had heard of the Devil's Fruits before, but he had always assumed they were myths. A powerful ability tied with the inability to swim? It was a frightful fate. But there must be a mistake, there was no way for that to be the case. After all, he felt no different than before he had tried that fruit.
"That must have been a fake. As you can see, nothing happened to me."
The shiphand shrugged it off, accepting the story and realized that it would be no major penalty to him, but the dock worker. Both he and Brandon continued on with their usual duties. That is until Brandon noticed as he bent over that he slid away from his torso. He bolted upright, collapsing back down to the rest of his body. He excused himself from work and immediately went back to the humble home he and his father shared.
Something was wrong. It had been a real Devil's Fruit, and once the king found out, he'd be dead. He had to leave town. He packed frantically, and jotted a note down his father to thank him for everything and to describe the situation. Brandon left before his father ever got back and he immediately rushed to the woods. He set up an encampment and just paced there in the woods for a week, thinking of a way to remedy his situation.
He finally decided that he had to leave, and so he rushed to the docks and stole a boat. One detail he failed to notice was that his father was not working, and was not among those screaming for him to come back as he rowed off to sea. Eventually he was far enough out that he could barely see the shore when he noticed a slip of paper on the floor of his boat.
"The Execution of Titus Stage". Brandon was overcome with shock once more. They had found out who was on shift at the docks that day, and discovered Brandon missing. His father was being punished as an example of what happened when you opposed the king.
Brandon had no choice. He rowed back to shore. He grabbed the only weapon he knew how to use, a scalpel, and he set out for the execution stand. But as he got there he was already too late, and there in a bucket was the head of his father and a crumpled corpse that had once been a respectable, hard-working man.
Brandon dropped to his knees and cried, and Noble Guards amassed around him. Brandon was under arrest and would likely be executed.
Lucky for him, the Revolutionary Army had other plans for the Island of Centaurea that day. As Brandon sat in a jail cell mourning the loss of his father the Revolutionary Army fought the Centaurean Army outside the walls of his prison. But after a week, they had declared their victory and established a new order in the town. Brandon was released, and met with high-ranking officials afterward.
"We're aware of what you did, standing against an oppressive leader like that."
"I didn't."
"No ordinary citizen would take it upon themselves to deny an oppressive king even more power."
"But I didn't do anything. I just stole a small piece of fruit when I was hungry on a shift. And my dad died because of me."
"I understand you're a physician as well, we'd really appreciate your services as we rebuild here."
"You don't understand. This place is no longer anything but a wound on my soul. You're praising me for happy accidents, and all I can think of in this god forsaken town is what I've lost. I need to get away. Give me a ship, give me the dignity to live my own life."
The Army official clearly had wanted a different answer, but he could not deny him that dignity. "Very well. While your services would be a great help, we cannot expect you to be of use when you cannot even help yourself. I shall give you a ship."
Brandon was happy to hear that, and he set off that evening. Over the next year he hopped from island to island, assisting where he could as a physician and surgeon, and worked in his spare time on figuring out his Devil Fruit abilities. He learned of his ability to nest into anything, and he also learned how to examine potential nests for grand discoveries. He swore to himself that he would not ever be like the Nobles of Centaurea, he swore to always value each human life as a valuable thing. He swore that one day he would be able to heal the wound that vexed the world - the desire for power.
Amazing! 
