☠The Cook Chef☠
✖Name: Sarah Durshire
✖Age: 19
✖Bio: The Durshire name can be found in the naval records as far back as anyone could remember, heck one could have been on the very first marine ship setting sail in defense of the seas. Growing up that was all that the young Sarah Durshire thought about, it was her destiny, and dream to be a great Naval Captain one day, ridding the seas of the evil pirate menace. Her father when he was around used to tell her stories of his victories and they always made her wish for the future to get here sooner, to go on her own great voyages and stomp out evil under the navy's flag.
When the day came for her to finally enroll in the naval academy she excelled in every test, it was simply expected of her. She was a descendant of a line of great marines, and her bloodline showed, she excelled in combat and strategy and her scoring went so well she passed through the academy at blazing speeds. She graduated into full service at age seventeen.
Her career as a marine was a standard one, not like those she had dreamed of as a child. Patrol here, escort this delivery, occupy this port to deter any pirates, and she grew restless where were the challenges, where was the adventure, when would she finally be doing good and ridding the seas of evil pirates. She simply trained herself keeping herself separate from the sailors who enjoyed the lazy downtime, and what they called the cooshie jobs. They could have them, she wanted more, she wanted to make a difference.
While her other crew mates enjoyed shore leave she was training herself, she would be better than these small jobs and she wanted out. At age eighteen she attempted to join in a special forces but was deemed lacking in her strengths to become a full member, though they did allow her to attempt the training. On a new ship she brought down many a green pirate crew with her new abilities, she finally felt like she was making her mark.
It was that year that things began to change for her and her outlook on the way the world worked. She lost her father, an incident involving a destructive storm sunk the battleship that he was stationed on, she was left their home and what few belongings they had there, normally a house in a calmer ocean for time they both had on leave. She was informed that her father's ship had been in pursuit of a notorious pirate vessel that had lead them into the maelstrom, the smaller ship was better equipped for handling the storm and faster, while the orders were given not to let it escape. It was clear that the admiral giving the orders valued capturing or sinking the enemy over their own sailors. It was chilling to her to beleive that was acceptable.
A year later her faith in what she was doing was finally broken it was the great turning point in the Pirate era, her and all other able bodied marines were called in defense of Marinford. She took to the ice as the battle begun, fighting her hardest against the army of pirates trying to take the marine base, she believed that they were simply using the execution as an excuse to attempt to take the marine's stronghold. It wasn't until Sengoku's announcement and the rising of the walls to truly open her eyes, the real reason for all this, was the fact fire fist was the son of Gol Rodgers.... His son... Were they kidding? All this for the son of the pirate king? He wasn't even raised by the man, what ties did he have other than blood? And if that was the reason for her side, did that mean she was mistaken for the other as well, were they simply here to save a brother in arms, challenging the greatest marine base for a friend?
"ONE PIECE DOES EXIST!"
Those words echoed through her head as she recovered, she was felled by a stray cannon shot, but had still been conscious for most of the battle, witnessing it all, atrocities committed by her navy, so many men lost to friendly fire after being locked on the ice with the pirates. The enemy crews, fighting hell itself to attempt to return a comrade. She would never admit it but she had shed tears hearing that b*****d warlord call out that Whitebeard was dead. That man was no evil villain, she had seen evil that day, and it made her think of how many other good men she had helped kill in her career. It no longer mattered, she was done, it took her view of the world turned on its head to show her she did not belong there. She didn't need this uniform to make her mark on the world and she no longer wanted it.
When she was given leave from the hospital she gave her resignation and was on the first boat home. It was in a larger port town than most in the area and she was able to help here. she organized the local militia, and also opened a small restaurant, she always loved to cook for her father.
✖Equipment/Weapons: Hand to hand fighter, her body is the weapon, and you, unfortunately are under equipped.
If things really get too tough she has a pair of specially made sea stone tipped brass knuckles.
✖Techniques/Abilities and description:
✖What drives you to the sea: She dreams of having the comradery with others that she saw displayed in the war, friends she'd be willing to go to hell and back for, and would do the same for her.
✖What haunts your every footstep: Letting a world where people like Admiral Akanu are accepted as high ranking individuals, where murderers are put on a podium and good souls are painted as villains go unchanged.
✖Bounty: 0 Beli
✖Age: 19
✖Bio: The Durshire name can be found in the naval records as far back as anyone could remember, heck one could have been on the very first marine ship setting sail in defense of the seas. Growing up that was all that the young Sarah Durshire thought about, it was her destiny, and dream to be a great Naval Captain one day, ridding the seas of the evil pirate menace. Her father when he was around used to tell her stories of his victories and they always made her wish for the future to get here sooner, to go on her own great voyages and stomp out evil under the navy's flag.
When the day came for her to finally enroll in the naval academy she excelled in every test, it was simply expected of her. She was a descendant of a line of great marines, and her bloodline showed, she excelled in combat and strategy and her scoring went so well she passed through the academy at blazing speeds. She graduated into full service at age seventeen.
Her career as a marine was a standard one, not like those she had dreamed of as a child. Patrol here, escort this delivery, occupy this port to deter any pirates, and she grew restless where were the challenges, where was the adventure, when would she finally be doing good and ridding the seas of evil pirates. She simply trained herself keeping herself separate from the sailors who enjoyed the lazy downtime, and what they called the cooshie jobs. They could have them, she wanted more, she wanted to make a difference.
While her other crew mates enjoyed shore leave she was training herself, she would be better than these small jobs and she wanted out. At age eighteen she attempted to join in a special forces but was deemed lacking in her strengths to become a full member, though they did allow her to attempt the training. On a new ship she brought down many a green pirate crew with her new abilities, she finally felt like she was making her mark.
It was that year that things began to change for her and her outlook on the way the world worked. She lost her father, an incident involving a destructive storm sunk the battleship that he was stationed on, she was left their home and what few belongings they had there, normally a house in a calmer ocean for time they both had on leave. She was informed that her father's ship had been in pursuit of a notorious pirate vessel that had lead them into the maelstrom, the smaller ship was better equipped for handling the storm and faster, while the orders were given not to let it escape. It was clear that the admiral giving the orders valued capturing or sinking the enemy over their own sailors. It was chilling to her to beleive that was acceptable.
A year later her faith in what she was doing was finally broken it was the great turning point in the Pirate era, her and all other able bodied marines were called in defense of Marinford. She took to the ice as the battle begun, fighting her hardest against the army of pirates trying to take the marine base, she believed that they were simply using the execution as an excuse to attempt to take the marine's stronghold. It wasn't until Sengoku's announcement and the rising of the walls to truly open her eyes, the real reason for all this, was the fact fire fist was the son of Gol Rodgers.... His son... Were they kidding? All this for the son of the pirate king? He wasn't even raised by the man, what ties did he have other than blood? And if that was the reason for her side, did that mean she was mistaken for the other as well, were they simply here to save a brother in arms, challenging the greatest marine base for a friend?
"ONE PIECE DOES EXIST!"
Those words echoed through her head as she recovered, she was felled by a stray cannon shot, but had still been conscious for most of the battle, witnessing it all, atrocities committed by her navy, so many men lost to friendly fire after being locked on the ice with the pirates. The enemy crews, fighting hell itself to attempt to return a comrade. She would never admit it but she had shed tears hearing that b*****d warlord call out that Whitebeard was dead. That man was no evil villain, she had seen evil that day, and it made her think of how many other good men she had helped kill in her career. It no longer mattered, she was done, it took her view of the world turned on its head to show her she did not belong there. She didn't need this uniform to make her mark on the world and she no longer wanted it.
When she was given leave from the hospital she gave her resignation and was on the first boat home. It was in a larger port town than most in the area and she was able to help here. she organized the local militia, and also opened a small restaurant, she always loved to cook for her father.
✖Equipment/Weapons: Hand to hand fighter, her body is the weapon, and you, unfortunately are under equipped.
If things really get too tough she has a pair of specially made sea stone tipped brass knuckles.
✖Techniques/Abilities and description:
- [➸] Rokushiki Initiate: during her time in the marines she was tested for her Doriki to see whether or not she would be a candidate for the CP9 group. She tested below superhuman with only a 400 Doriki it was below their mark but they believed that with training they could raise it to an acceptable level.
[➸] Rokushiki techniques: known, Geppo, Soru, and Shigan. She was not far along enough in her training to be able to utilize the others. She knows of them and their fundamentals but as of yet has not been able to master the skills.
[➸] Soru Shigan Shotgun: A technique she came up with for subduing targets, she uses her blinding speed of her Soru to quickly close the distance between her and her intended target, and uses the momentum of her dash to add to her Shigan, though unlike the true finger bullet she uses an open palm strike, less deadly but just as effective.
[➸]Geppo Gust: A simple technique she discovered on accident, during training she nearly fell from a great height. Using her Geppo she was able to catch herself before dropping on a training dummy, the force of her sudden geppo hop snapped the head off the dummy and sent it rolling to the floor. She began to utilize this technique while in close proximity to an opponent kicking off the air in front of them and blasting them with the sudden solid burst of air pressure
✖What drives you to the sea: She dreams of having the comradery with others that she saw displayed in the war, friends she'd be willing to go to hell and back for, and would do the same for her.
✖What haunts your every footstep: Letting a world where people like Admiral Akanu are accepted as high ranking individuals, where murderers are put on a podium and good souls are painted as villains go unchanged.
✖Bounty: 0 Beli
I came up with an npc to go with my character when I get in, another cook at my restaurant :3
Name: Gamma (Gahm-mah)
Position: Cook at 'The Redline Grill'
Personality: Gamma usually acts like a grandfather to most of the people in the town, mainly because he is old enough to be and has been living there since Sarah's father was a boy. Though don't be fooled into thinking this old man is soft, he can be a force to be reconed with if you ever get on his bad side
Description: Gamma stands about 7'7" broad shoulders and a muscular build, his skin tone varies depending on his mood, it is a normal speckled tan in his back and upper arms, a cream color on his underside, but can range from spotted black to crimson. He has 3 pairs of arms each well built but surprisingly flexible (having no bones helps). He wears his wiry black hait slicked back into a pony tail, has a short braided beard at the tip of his chin and his mustache is made up of the longer grabbing tentacles that make a cuttlefish stand out from other squids.
Special: Cuttlefish Fishman, tan complexion but changes color with mood, brighter with a hint of red for happy, darker for anger. Wears the sunny pirate tattoo on the right side of his chest (says he was never a slave or a sunny pirate, but wears it out of respect for old Tiger (Tigah as he says it) ) Odd accent and refers to himself in the third person (I think I made him Jamaican lol) -
ex: Gamma be tellen ya, da cook, she aint be servin no pirates. Even if Gamma did let ya in, whitch Gamma won't be doin, you still be goin witout suppa.
