Gladiator sandals click-clack across a marble floor, the rattling and clanking of items inside of a silk pouch. Metal piercing metal, blood splashed across glass, a screech of fear…a bloodied face, fresh corpses fall to the floor, and the sun's golden rays pour into the room, highlighting the paling faces of the dead.
"Hey, Ellie…Ellie, you alright?" A voice snapped the girl out of her daydream. She blinked her eyes of scarlet red in confusion before flipping her soaked blonde-and-white curls out of her face, rubbed her eye as her slightly hazy vision came back to her. But she didn't look to the "voice" that was shaking her. She looked to the pale blue sky, the albatrosses which glided across it majestically, feathers ruffling wildly. They flew together, not one straying from the group. Such a wingspan had to be in the air for quite long.
What majestic creatures they were. She would crave to learn more of these birds.
They cawed loudly as Ellie almost felt the fear and stress ease off of her. Her gaze of scarlet fell to the person who had once shook her, their eyes met–scarlet colliding into blizzard blue, her head in his lap, his legs crossed in an odd fashion that was referred to as Indian-style. His hair slid down the angle of his neck, sandy blonde, freckles specked the bridge of his nose, and he had quite the jaw. Aristocratic, elegant, upper-class.
Her pale hand went to his face and she caressed his cheek. She felt his whole body clench under her touch, her hands were gloved that were tied at the wrist with a strand of spider silk to secure them from slipping off or removal. "Alexander…was it? Are you alright?"
He sighed. Did she sense a speck of relief in his tone? "Yeah…I should be asking you the same. You're the one who magically falls off the boat. I tell you all the time not to stand on the railing. One day…" He brushed her hand away from his freckled face. The smell of brine and salt burst into her nostrils. "I won't be around and you'll drown." He took her head in both of his hands and placed it on the wood of the main deck after getting up from the deck himself.
Propping her elbows on the wood, she sat up, looking up at him with dull eyes. "Alexander…" She watched as he leaned against the railing as the ocean waves thrashed. They were headed east in search of the next town. Alexander was wealthy. The boat was high-class and large but only able to fit a few people, considering its number of empty rooms.
Alexander turned to her, nodding his head upward for her to continue speaking. She stood up and looked at her waterlogged clothing: a black trench coat over a blue-and-green lace up corset, which wasn't as seductive as others, black shorts, and a leather belt and leather thigh-length boots. "How…come you never smile?"
Alexander directed his eyes to the sky, almost in thought. The sun made his hair look like gold. "Well…I just don't find reason to. They say you smile when you're happy…and I really never get happy."
Ellie blinked and then frowned. "That's…sad…Alexander. Will you smile for me one day?"
Alexander just looked at her, still not smiling. "Maybe."
Suddenly, two images flashed through his mind. Wanted posters. One of Ellie, an outdated one, seeing as she was only a child. And his, which was new due to an unknown someone with a camera. Ellie looked five with a dull look in her eye, blonde-and-white curls chopped into a boy's cut and with multiple cuts on her face; Alexander was practically covered in blood, his hair messy and his face paling. He had a sickeningly crazy gleam in his eyes and a psychotic grin on his face.
Dead or Alive: Ellie–B3,000,000
Dead or Alive: Alexander–B1,000
And, right now, he didn't have a lot to smile about…
And with that ends the first chapter so should I say welcome to the story or to the ocean…?
Because as you all see this is a One Piece fanfic so far featuring Alex, and Ellie. And that's when you or more notably your OCs come in! To join these lovely two on their journey on the ocean and through the towns and nearly getting killed, etc.
But I would really like your OCs to be creative as well. Not any Mary-Sues with perfect looks, powers, they could kill anyone in a matter of seconds and everyone loves them including the enemies. So try your best everyone!
Name (full name, include middle name if they have one)
Nickname(s):
Age:
Occupation(s):
Their dream:
Personality:
Around crewmates?:
Around enemies?:
Around future 'love interest'?:
What do they look for in said love interest?:
Appearance (Hair, eyes, skin, build, blemishes, birthmarks, etc.):
Fashion Theme/Style (what colors do they wear? Or what do they wear the most?):
Favorite Food:
Fighting Style (do they fight with their bare hands, do they have a weapon of some sort, did they swallow a devil's fruit? And if so; what?):
Small History:
Any medical conditions?:
Fear/phobia?:
Anything I've missed?:
The deadline may be mid next week. I hope you all enjoy!
