Post by misk on Nov 21, 2011 20:01:43 GMT -5
Character name: Miska Condoriano (Misk for short)
Biographical: Class: Whatever he can help with in the ship.
RP Power: If this is a devil fruit then no.
Race: Human Gender: Male
Age: 18 Hair: Long(shoulder lenght) and messy, covering half the face , ginger.
Skin: Lightly tanned
Eyes: Green
Height: 5' 3'' (1.6m) Weight: 142pounds (66k)
Place of Birth: Eastblue, Kashiwagi Island(Oak).
Enemies: No one in particular, Misk's a sellsword so, all the hate goes to his clients.
Allies: None, misk travels alot due to his occupation.
Occupation: Sellsword
Appearance: Misk is a guy with a small figure and shaggy hair, his clothes torn and dirty and his face young with a scar on his left cheek.
Fashion of Choice: Prefers clothes that allow him to move fast and freely.
Armor of Choice: A light closed coat, leather gloves without fingers and leather boots.
Weapons of Choice: Normal twin wakizashis.
Special Abilities: Being a sellsword for 8 years and using always the same set of weapons made him a veteran in dual weapon swordsmanship but his best performance comes when wielding twin wakizashis. His speed is above average to compensate for his lack of defense.
Personality: Being used to kill many people, he learned to adopt a jolly personality. Always smilling and making jokes about everything, he only becomes serious when his life is at risk. Misk's a curious guy, loving to ask about pretty much anything. He also has an annoying tendence to blank out in the middle of a conversation, leaving the area or even starting to talk with someone else.
Alignment: Neutral
Their Dream: Misk always heard of an undefeated 3 headed demon swordsman who uses 9 swords. Misk's dream is to meet such a being and challenge him to a duel.
Disposition: Always in a good mood.
Outlook: Who sees Misk would never guess the kind of story he has just by looking at him which normally makes it tough for clients to take him seriously and usually makes him have to prove his abilities. Always with a smile in his face and a jolly attitude, Misk laughs at most things and that makes people love to hang out with him.
Background story:
Misk was always poor and lived in the poorest area of Kashiwagi Island. His mother lost her life giving birth to him and he never met his father, who left his mother when news of her pregnant state arrived. Misk was raised by Tulius, a old and bald geezer whose biggest dream was sitting at home drinking beer and doing nothing. Misk had a rough childhood, being introduced into a rough neighborhood at a early age, he learned that a fast aproach was a best aproach and spent much of his free time running from place to place. To survive, he had to be sneaky and fast because he, being as small as he was, was the best target for bullies and thiefs. "Can't hit me if I'm not there" was his live by quote.
One day, Misk being 8 years old, luck wasn't on his side as he was pincered by a group of thugs and beaten to a pulp. Resting agaisnt the wall, blood running down his face, he heard footsteps and a man wearing a long cape with a hood appeared behind the thugs. The man walked towards him, past the thugs who were considering the possibility of the hooded man being a marine, and went torwards misk. Misk was dumbfounded, looking at the man. The man took a sword inside from his cape and looked at him "If you need something to protect yourself, take the sword". At this moment one of the thugs rushed for the sword and, by reflex, Misk rushed aswel grabbing it first and lunging into the thug's chest. The rest of the thugs, scared by this development ran away screaming murder. Misk could see the man's faint smile under the hood as he turned around and left. Still shaken by what happened, misk looked at the sword and noticed it was no ordinary sword. It was smaller than your normal sword with a slightly curved blade. Awaken by the sudent shouts of the crowd, Misk hides the sword inside his clothes and rushes off leaving a trail of blood.
Misk arrived home, his chest pounding strongly and his hands shaking violently. He went past Tulius who was sleeping at the couch and into his little room, processing what just happened. Days passed by as Misk trained his new weapon, he learned that the weapons was a wakizashi, a japanese sword with half the length of the japanese katana. Misk loved this weapon, thin and light, was the perfect weapon for him since it didn't encumber him when running. But something always felt off, Misk could never tell what though.
Two Years passed by and Misk grew to be very good with his weapon, able to strike his targets (a tree with multiple painted spots) fast and accurately. One day as he was passing by the plaza, he overheard a conversation. A noble recruiting people for a underground battle arena. He stated that the only requirement necessary to join was will and that the prize was a hefty sum of gold. This was, for Misk, not only a way to test his training but also a way to leave this godforsaken island.
The place was well hidden on the back of a tavern, through a trapdoor leading to the underground. Misk looked around, lots of people were there sitting and watching a bloody battle between a huge fat guy and a robust buffed up guy. Misk was so small and tiny compared to other competitors, but he was visualizing his goal, no letting anything turn his decision around. The fight had ended and the fat guy had triumphed. The referee adressed the competitors - "Any warrior who dares to challenge this man?". A tall and buffed guy in his 30's stepped forward into the ring. After the gong, the fight started. Misk could see clearly from his new position. The fat guy was using a huge hammer and the other was using some kind of tree chained flail. The fight was over before it began, the tall guy ran to the other, waiving his flail and slamming it into his belly, making the fat guy move a couple of inches backwards. Grinning, the fat guy grabbed the other with his left hand and smashed his ribs with his hammer. The man was taken out of the ring, shouting loudly before the referee adressed the competitors again. "Any one else wanting to test his muscle agaisnt this warrior?". Everyone was static, not moving a inch, but Misk stepped forward, entering the ring with the big brute. The fat guy looked at him and asked "Are you sure you want to do this? I can't say I wont shatter your whole skeleton with my hammer". Misk said nothing and waited for the bell. The bell rang and he was already running at his opponent. The giant gave his hammer a huge swing but Misk dashed past it with ease and lunged his wakizashi and his leg. The giant turned around and attepmted to grab Misk who rapidly jumped back, away from danger. "How can you move with a wound like that in your leg?" asked Misk. The giant laugh loudly and replied "Kind of wound? This is a paper cut you insect". Misk was confused, the deep wound he inflicted would be enough to make any guy fall. But looking at the lack of blood on the wound he thought "I didn't cut him deep enough.... why?" The it hit him. He didnt make the cut deep enough because he was nervous and afraid to kill the man. Misk shook this thought and tried to calm down but to no avail. Thinking of cutting a man was making his blade arm shake. "Must think about something else..." What would be a good thought to counter fear? Happiness. Misk grinned as he thought of that and started dashing to the giant and before he could do anything, he slashed his leg again making the ginat tumble and rested the cutting side of his wakizashi on the giants neck, making the giant tap out. This was Misks first real victory against someone other than a tree and made him really happy. The thing is, misk never really stopped smiling from the moment that he dashed till this present moment.
The next 5 years of his life was him working as a sellsword. Rumors of his exploits travalled far in the underground and made many seek him. During this time Misk changed drasticly his style, for the better. The local smither crafted him another wakizashi making him give use to his other hand, not as dextrous as the right but adding to his arsenal. As a sellsword Misk gained much experience from fights, agaisnt all matter of diferent opponents with diferente combat styles. One day agaisnt one particularly though oponent, his left wakizashi broke. Misk went to the smith again but, the smith said he couldn't craft another one because he didn't have the materials. He did point him in the direction of an island named Matsunoki where there was a college of blacksmithers and that he should look there. Misk rent a boat and set sail to this Matsunoki Island.
Upon arriving, he saw a huge building surrounded by smaller ones. He guessed, a college might be a pretty big building so there he went. He arrived at the building and a huge gate, guarded by two marines, stood in his path. "Is this the college of blacksmiths where weapons are sold?" he asked. The grumpy looking marine replied "Yes, but we don't sell weapons to pirates". Misk looking directly at him "I'm no pirate..." The marine looked at the small, dirty clothed guy and said "Only a pirate dresses that badly, go away before we take you in" As the marine said this, another marine joined and the three stood there preparing their riffles. Misk thought it was time to go and went back, disapointed on the useless trip. Strangely enough a tall man coming from inside the building came to Misk, and asked him what happened. Misk told him his story and he agreed to help him, saying that he was a blacksmith himself and would love to create the weapons for him if he could wait one week. Misk agreed and and waited in his boat, entrusting the creation of his weapons to the stranger. One week passed and the blacksmith arrived, holding two beautifuly crafted wakizashi on a case. Misk grabbed them and felt that they were lighter than his previous weapons and by no means weaker. They were called Shiro and Kuro because of the color of their hilts. The man who called himself Ringo, talked about the dire situation of the island and his dream to find a very rare material known has Mugenkou. Misk's eyes shined at the name "It has a nice ring to it, would love to see that metal for myself". Misk looked back, he really didnt have anything to go back to and Ringo looked like a good fellow so he decided to join him in his quest.
Biographical: Class: Whatever he can help with in the ship.
RP Power: If this is a devil fruit then no.
Race: Human Gender: Male
Age: 18 Hair: Long(shoulder lenght) and messy, covering half the face , ginger.
Skin: Lightly tanned
Eyes: Green
Height: 5' 3'' (1.6m) Weight: 142pounds (66k)
Place of Birth: Eastblue, Kashiwagi Island(Oak).
Enemies: No one in particular, Misk's a sellsword so, all the hate goes to his clients.
Allies: None, misk travels alot due to his occupation.
Occupation: Sellsword
Appearance: Misk is a guy with a small figure and shaggy hair, his clothes torn and dirty and his face young with a scar on his left cheek.
Fashion of Choice: Prefers clothes that allow him to move fast and freely.
Armor of Choice: A light closed coat, leather gloves without fingers and leather boots.
Weapons of Choice: Normal twin wakizashis.
Special Abilities: Being a sellsword for 8 years and using always the same set of weapons made him a veteran in dual weapon swordsmanship but his best performance comes when wielding twin wakizashis. His speed is above average to compensate for his lack of defense.
Personality: Being used to kill many people, he learned to adopt a jolly personality. Always smilling and making jokes about everything, he only becomes serious when his life is at risk. Misk's a curious guy, loving to ask about pretty much anything. He also has an annoying tendence to blank out in the middle of a conversation, leaving the area or even starting to talk with someone else.
Alignment: Neutral
Their Dream: Misk always heard of an undefeated 3 headed demon swordsman who uses 9 swords. Misk's dream is to meet such a being and challenge him to a duel.
Disposition: Always in a good mood.
Outlook: Who sees Misk would never guess the kind of story he has just by looking at him which normally makes it tough for clients to take him seriously and usually makes him have to prove his abilities. Always with a smile in his face and a jolly attitude, Misk laughs at most things and that makes people love to hang out with him.
Background story:
Misk was always poor and lived in the poorest area of Kashiwagi Island. His mother lost her life giving birth to him and he never met his father, who left his mother when news of her pregnant state arrived. Misk was raised by Tulius, a old and bald geezer whose biggest dream was sitting at home drinking beer and doing nothing. Misk had a rough childhood, being introduced into a rough neighborhood at a early age, he learned that a fast aproach was a best aproach and spent much of his free time running from place to place. To survive, he had to be sneaky and fast because he, being as small as he was, was the best target for bullies and thiefs. "Can't hit me if I'm not there" was his live by quote.
One day, Misk being 8 years old, luck wasn't on his side as he was pincered by a group of thugs and beaten to a pulp. Resting agaisnt the wall, blood running down his face, he heard footsteps and a man wearing a long cape with a hood appeared behind the thugs. The man walked towards him, past the thugs who were considering the possibility of the hooded man being a marine, and went torwards misk. Misk was dumbfounded, looking at the man. The man took a sword inside from his cape and looked at him "If you need something to protect yourself, take the sword". At this moment one of the thugs rushed for the sword and, by reflex, Misk rushed aswel grabbing it first and lunging into the thug's chest. The rest of the thugs, scared by this development ran away screaming murder. Misk could see the man's faint smile under the hood as he turned around and left. Still shaken by what happened, misk looked at the sword and noticed it was no ordinary sword. It was smaller than your normal sword with a slightly curved blade. Awaken by the sudent shouts of the crowd, Misk hides the sword inside his clothes and rushes off leaving a trail of blood.
Misk arrived home, his chest pounding strongly and his hands shaking violently. He went past Tulius who was sleeping at the couch and into his little room, processing what just happened. Days passed by as Misk trained his new weapon, he learned that the weapons was a wakizashi, a japanese sword with half the length of the japanese katana. Misk loved this weapon, thin and light, was the perfect weapon for him since it didn't encumber him when running. But something always felt off, Misk could never tell what though.
Two Years passed by and Misk grew to be very good with his weapon, able to strike his targets (a tree with multiple painted spots) fast and accurately. One day as he was passing by the plaza, he overheard a conversation. A noble recruiting people for a underground battle arena. He stated that the only requirement necessary to join was will and that the prize was a hefty sum of gold. This was, for Misk, not only a way to test his training but also a way to leave this godforsaken island.
The place was well hidden on the back of a tavern, through a trapdoor leading to the underground. Misk looked around, lots of people were there sitting and watching a bloody battle between a huge fat guy and a robust buffed up guy. Misk was so small and tiny compared to other competitors, but he was visualizing his goal, no letting anything turn his decision around. The fight had ended and the fat guy had triumphed. The referee adressed the competitors - "Any warrior who dares to challenge this man?". A tall and buffed guy in his 30's stepped forward into the ring. After the gong, the fight started. Misk could see clearly from his new position. The fat guy was using a huge hammer and the other was using some kind of tree chained flail. The fight was over before it began, the tall guy ran to the other, waiving his flail and slamming it into his belly, making the fat guy move a couple of inches backwards. Grinning, the fat guy grabbed the other with his left hand and smashed his ribs with his hammer. The man was taken out of the ring, shouting loudly before the referee adressed the competitors again. "Any one else wanting to test his muscle agaisnt this warrior?". Everyone was static, not moving a inch, but Misk stepped forward, entering the ring with the big brute. The fat guy looked at him and asked "Are you sure you want to do this? I can't say I wont shatter your whole skeleton with my hammer". Misk said nothing and waited for the bell. The bell rang and he was already running at his opponent. The giant gave his hammer a huge swing but Misk dashed past it with ease and lunged his wakizashi and his leg. The giant turned around and attepmted to grab Misk who rapidly jumped back, away from danger. "How can you move with a wound like that in your leg?" asked Misk. The giant laugh loudly and replied "Kind of wound? This is a paper cut you insect". Misk was confused, the deep wound he inflicted would be enough to make any guy fall. But looking at the lack of blood on the wound he thought "I didn't cut him deep enough.... why?" The it hit him. He didnt make the cut deep enough because he was nervous and afraid to kill the man. Misk shook this thought and tried to calm down but to no avail. Thinking of cutting a man was making his blade arm shake. "Must think about something else..." What would be a good thought to counter fear? Happiness. Misk grinned as he thought of that and started dashing to the giant and before he could do anything, he slashed his leg again making the ginat tumble and rested the cutting side of his wakizashi on the giants neck, making the giant tap out. This was Misks first real victory against someone other than a tree and made him really happy. The thing is, misk never really stopped smiling from the moment that he dashed till this present moment.
The next 5 years of his life was him working as a sellsword. Rumors of his exploits travalled far in the underground and made many seek him. During this time Misk changed drasticly his style, for the better. The local smither crafted him another wakizashi making him give use to his other hand, not as dextrous as the right but adding to his arsenal. As a sellsword Misk gained much experience from fights, agaisnt all matter of diferent opponents with diferente combat styles. One day agaisnt one particularly though oponent, his left wakizashi broke. Misk went to the smith again but, the smith said he couldn't craft another one because he didn't have the materials. He did point him in the direction of an island named Matsunoki where there was a college of blacksmithers and that he should look there. Misk rent a boat and set sail to this Matsunoki Island.
Upon arriving, he saw a huge building surrounded by smaller ones. He guessed, a college might be a pretty big building so there he went. He arrived at the building and a huge gate, guarded by two marines, stood in his path. "Is this the college of blacksmiths where weapons are sold?" he asked. The grumpy looking marine replied "Yes, but we don't sell weapons to pirates". Misk looking directly at him "I'm no pirate..." The marine looked at the small, dirty clothed guy and said "Only a pirate dresses that badly, go away before we take you in" As the marine said this, another marine joined and the three stood there preparing their riffles. Misk thought it was time to go and went back, disapointed on the useless trip. Strangely enough a tall man coming from inside the building came to Misk, and asked him what happened. Misk told him his story and he agreed to help him, saying that he was a blacksmith himself and would love to create the weapons for him if he could wait one week. Misk agreed and and waited in his boat, entrusting the creation of his weapons to the stranger. One week passed and the blacksmith arrived, holding two beautifuly crafted wakizashi on a case. Misk grabbed them and felt that they were lighter than his previous weapons and by no means weaker. They were called Shiro and Kuro because of the color of their hilts. The man who called himself Ringo, talked about the dire situation of the island and his dream to find a very rare material known has Mugenkou. Misk's eyes shined at the name "It has a nice ring to it, would love to see that metal for myself". Misk looked back, he really didnt have anything to go back to and Ringo looked like a good fellow so he decided to join him in his quest.
