New story! Enjoy~
A young looking blonde girl made her way into a fairly decent tavern. She looked at the other tenants who were practically shouting to each other, laughing their lungs out as they drank to their heart's content. She smiled a bit at their little party as she sat on one of the worn stools at the bar. A brunette woman came out from the kitchen behind the bar and made her way over to the blonde.
"Hey Sweetheart!" The brunette chirped, her voice light and welcoming. "What can I get 'cha?"
"Could I just have some grape juice, please?" The blonde asked politely.
Chuckling, the brunette replied "Sure Sweetheart. Give me a sec, it's in the kitchen."
As the door to the kitchen closed, the door to the tavern opened. A group of loud men, all wielding some sort of weapon, entered and took their seats in various places around the tavern. Most sat at the tables, though three or four sat at the bar by the blonde, calling for the bartender. They seemed to already be drunk, swaying on their stools and slurring their words together.
"Alright men, calm down! I'm here!" The brunette called as she returned from the kitchen carrying the blonde's grape juice. She handed it to the blonde with a quick smile before heading off to get the orders of the men around the tavern.
"Haha! Oi boss, do ya see the li'l girlie there with the grape juice?!" A man at the bar exclaimed, snickering as he pointed out the blonde to their left. The other three burst out laughing with them, one falling off his stool.
"Hah… Little girlie, if you jus' wanted some grape juice, you coulda gone to the daycare across the street!" The fattest of the four hollered, gaining the attention of the other patrons.
"Hey little missie, don't 'cha know it's rude to *hic* ignore people when they're talking to you?" One of the men said, staggering over to the bar. The bartender passed by then, giving the blonde a sympathetic glance.
Suddenly she stopped and spun around, glaring at the men at the bar. They all stopped for a moment, confusion written all over their faces. Then, loudly enough that a few in the street could hear it, she smacked the one sitting next to the blonde square in the face.
"PERVERT! Don't you slap my ass, bastard!" She screeched, stomping off into the kitchen. The men who hadn't been victim of the stinging slap began again with their raucous laughter.
"Y-you little twerp!" The man exclaimed over the sound of laughter in the bar. "I saw what you did! And I took the blame for it, bitch!" He snarled, standing up and looking down at the blonde. She smirked.
"What are you talking about, you drunkard?" She asked, raising a thin brow at the man.
"I'm talkin' about you slappin' that slut's ass!" He hissed, lowering himself to her eye level.
"Well that's not a very nice way to talk about such a nice woman!" She huffed, crossing her arms as she turned in her chair to face the man. She immediately regretted that, since he reeked of cheap booze and sweat. She wrinkled her nose in disgust.
"Oi! Haven't you ever heard of bathing?!" She exclaimed, leaning back on her stool and holding her arm out as if that could ward away the foul stench that made her eyes water.
"Of course I have, you little weirdo!" He snapped. "Look at 'cha! Yer wearing that wintery shit in the middle of spring. Get a calendar, bitch!"
"I have a calendar!" The blonde exclaimed. "And can't you think of anything else to call me besides 'bitch'?" She asked impatiently. "Or has all that drinking you do affected your brain?" She asked, tapping her chin with her finger.
"Why you… Are you askin' for a fight?!" He shouted, gaining the attention of the other men in the tavern.
"Oi, ya hear that? There's gonna be a fight!"
"A fight? More like a massacre! Look at that chick; how can those skinny little legs even hold the weight of her body?"
"10,000 beri on the big guy!"
"A fight?" The blonde repeated.
"Yeah, 're you stupid and deaf now?!" He growled, pulling out his sword. It had dried blood on the blade; he obviously hadn't bothered to clean it after his last fight.
"Nope, just making sure you're willing to get your fat ass kicked," She stated confidently, crossing her arms.
"You must be outta your mind, blondie, because there' no way in hell you're beating me!" He exclaimed, bringing his sword up and swinging it down with enough force to cut through the bar stool.
The blonde stood behind the split stool, frowning at the man. "You're gonna have to pay for that, ya know," She said, shaking her head in disapproval.
"Hold still and get yur ass kicked!" He roared, earning cheers from all around. The blonde grinned, hopping away from all his attacks.
Growing frustrated, he lunged toward her, thinking he was too fast for her to dodge. Surprisingly he was right, though blondie still blocked his attack with… ice skates. He blinked in confusion, making sure he wasn't seeing things.
"Oi, you think this is a game?!" He asked, putting more strength into his attack.
"I didn't at first, but after seeing you work with that sword…" She trailed off, smirking at his irked expression.
"That's it; it's time for you to die, bitch!" He snarled, bringing his sword back again.
"Hey, I have a name you know!" she called as she sidestepped the attack, grinning at the man's frustration as he yanked his sword from the wooden floor.
"Like I'd care to hear it!" He retorted, swinging his sword blindly in her general direction.
"Heh… You might wanna know the name of the girl who's gonna kick your ass!" She said, jumping over his head and landing behind him.
"Like you'd ever beat my ass…" He grumbled, turning quickly.
Blondie spun on the tip of her left skate and swung her right leg up, slashing the man across the chest with the blade on the bottom of her skate. He cried out in both shock and pain, doubling over. Blondie swung her foot back and brought it up into the man's gut with enough force to send him through the roof. She grinned as he came back down, grunting as he hit the floor.
"Fine brat, I'll take your name," He said, glaring up at her. She grinned down at him.
"It's Imogen Hale!" She exclaimed proudly.
YES I have started out with some badassery. I hope you don't think I'm cliché for using this whole fight-in-a-bar (or tavern) scene, I just really like the idea xD
SO I'm accepting crewmembers! Just send 'em in, and don't make them too much of a Plain-Jane! At the same time… Don't give me Mary-Sues, PLEASE! I'm only accepting a certain amount of people with devil fruits that are like, unbeatable!
Looking for:
Chef
Blacksmith
Swordsman
First Mate
Doctor
Historian
Shipwright
Musician
Sharpshooter
Thief
I have a navigator on the way! :D
So if you want to submit an OC…
Name:
Nickname(s):
Epithet:
Age:
Birthday:
Gender:
Affiliation:
Sexuality (I don't discriminate):
Position:
Species (Human, modified human & explanation, skypeian, giant, etc.):
Devil Fruit/Weapon:
Devil Fruit abilities (what does it do?):
Attacks (Min. 0, Max. 20):
Physical Appearance:
Clothing:
Hometown:
History:
Family:
Personality: (At least a Paragraph. Include positive and negative traits, habits, and whatever else you can think about.)
How do they act towards friends/allies?:
How do they act towards other pirates?:
How do they act towards strangers?:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Fears:
Hobbies:
Tone of Voice:
Themes (any songs that your character would listen to? Anything that describes them?):
Goals (Or Dreams):
Other: (Anything else you can think to add such as catch phrases)
And my OC!
Name: Imogen (Em-oh-jean) Hale
Nickname(s): Em, Jean, Emmy, Mo, Hale
Epithet: Imogen "Figure Skater" Hale
Age: 19
Birthday: March 21
Gender: Female
Affiliation: Pirate! :D
Sexuality (I don't discriminate): Lesbian
Position: Captain
Species (Human, modified human & explanation, skypeian, giant, etc.): Human
Devil Fruit/Weapon: Devil's Fruit— Hie Hie no Mi Weapon: She uses her skates as weapons, as well as her feet and legs.
Devil Fruit abilities (what does it do?): Logia Type Devil's fruit; previous owner was Aokiji. Allows the user to control, mold, and transform into ice. She only uses her devil's fruit against very powerful opponents
Physical Appearance: She's a bit short for her age, her height being a little less than five feet tall, with a petite body and small hands and feet. She has fair skin and platinum blonde hair that reaches the small of her back when down, with large green eyes and light freckles across the bridge of her nose. Her hair is usually put up in low pigtails that are tied at her shoulders and come down over her chest.
Clothing: (What they wear every day; if they have any specific variations for different occasions, i.e. swimming, winter, etc. then add that) She wears a short blue pleated skirt that reaches mid-thigh, white pantyhose, pale blue ice skates, a light blue padded vest, a white long sleeved shirt with a hood and a pocket in front, blue gloves, a white knit scarf, and a white knit beanie beret.
Hometown:
History: You'll find out… eventually!
Family: Chastity Hale, Mother. Status: Deceased.
Mako Topp, Father. Status: Unknown.
Personality: (At least a Paragraph. Include positive and negative traits, habits, and whatever else you can think about.) She's social despite her secluded past and she likes making people smile. She has a bit of an attitude and she likes teasing people. She enjoys ice skating and generally prefers cold weather. She's kind of loud and outspoken, since she had never really been taught what to say and what to keep to herself. She's not afraid to speak her mind and stand up for what she believes is right. She's also not afraid to openly grope a woman who she thinks is sexy. She'll also use a cute-tactic (as she calls it) to get hugs or other kinds of affections from other women. She tends to (when bored) rate passing women on a scale of 1-10 in her head.
How do they act towards friends/allies?: She acts like she usually does, but she does do a bit more teasing.
How do they act towards other pirates?: She tries to be friendly, but if they piss her off she'll act like a jackass.
How do they act towards strangers?: She acts the same. She isn't going to change to get a good first impression!
Likes: Women, womanly curves (if you know what I mean!), funnel cakes, cinnamon rolls, sweet things in general, grape juice, candy apples.
Dislikes: Big burly men who smell bad, all meat aside from chicken, any type of beans, people who have skin so tan it looks like they're either an orange or a leather couch.
Fears: She has a fear of anything with more than eight legs. She's fine with spiders and other arachnids, just not insects with more legs than eight! It's creepy…
Hobbies: Ice skating. She'll sometimes freeze the deck and skate on it when she's bored. She also likes making ice sculptures.
Tone of Voice: Teasing, Friendly
Themes (any songs that your character would listen to?): DoYaThing—Gorillaz, Kill the Rock—MSI, Revenge—MSI, Sail—Awolnation.
Goals (Or Dreams): Write a novel about her explorations with her nakama on the grand line.
Other: (Anything else you can think to add such as catch phrases)
SOOOO MANY! I know what I want though! (:
Yes, this is after the series, so you can use devil fruits from the series. The main reason why I chose the Hie Hie no Mi is because, well... it fits her so well, do you not agree?!
I'll post the next chapter after I get a few reviews, and an OC would help with that too! XD
Anyway, that's all I have to say!
So, Review!