(? POV)

I am surrounded by a dark void unable to move. Was the place even dark or were my eyes closed shut? I am not in any pain yet I can't feel anything else. This was a type of torture that most people would never forget. Time was irrelevant at this point since I counted past the second hour.

I felt the approach of imminent insanity. To keep me from breaking down under pressure I began listing off information. My name is Avery Rodgers and I am twenty years old. I was born in Chicago Illinois to a loving family. We moved to the suburbs as soon as I was born. I finished high school and I was in the middle of my second year of college.

If had to describe myself, I would like to think I am a fairly level-headed person. People said that I cared a lot for others. Most of the time I was relaxed and chill, enjoying life any way I liked. I didn't cause much trouble for others but got into a fair share of fights during my life. Always dealt with those types of issues in the present, revenge, in general, left a bad taste in my mouth.

Then as I continue trying to remember it hit me like a freight train. I died and the strangest thing was that I didn't know how or even when. God damn, this was confusing. I knew with all my being I was dead but the event eluded me. Maybe it was like that for everyone, but that does not matter now.

Suddenly I see bright lights and I still couldn't feel my limbs. Was this it, is it my time to go to the afterlife? But instead, I could hear the voices of many different people. My head was overwhelmed by feelings of confusion and fright. It was as if another person was in my head.

It would seem that I was in a hospital and a fancy one at that. However, what got me the most was I was in the middle of being born! The shock was heavy and I was still feeling the emotions of a person. That was the best way to describe it, this person was going through pain for the first time and it was overwhelming.

When the whole birth was done with I heard the crying of a baby. That however didn't make sense until I thought to myself for a short moment. The conclusion came to me lightning fast, I wasn't the baby, my soul was trapped in the baby.

It seemed that my hypothesis was proven correct as the view keep shutting off most likely due to the newborn's sensitive eyes not being against any lighting. While I lament my weird fate my attention soon turned to the baby.

Honestly, I couldn't tell if it was a boy or a girl, but that was the last of my priorities. It was heartbreaking to a child cry, but when you can feel their emotions it's a whole other level. I couldn't do much as I was at this point a disembodied spirit, so I decided to sing. I sang a tune that my mom would sing before I went to sleep.

I didn't know if the baby could hear me but I had to try something. As it would happen the infant could hear me or at least feel me reaching out, and soon the crying subsumed. I could feel the whirlpool of emotions calm down. If I still had a mouth it would be smiling right about now.

As I took in all my new surroundings I saw two figures appear. The sudden appearance almost caused the baby to cry again. I continued my song to ease the baby's fright of the new individuals. This emotional turmoil was going to be a very difficult experience.

Standing directly in the baby's line of vision was an odd man. He was dressed in a strange white diving suit, his slick black hair was tied in a strange knot that made him look like a banana, and his auburn eyes were stern like he had a stick up his ass.

The man standing behind was a doctor who seemed to be too meek for some reason. Most likely the other guy was some big shot with a lot of power. The doctor spoke up with respect dripping off his every word, most likely to appease the human banana.

"Saint Thaddeus I am pleased to inform you that your son is in perfect health. As is your wife who is recovering in the next room."

The baby is a boy to my slight relief, honestly, I could work with a girl but too many complications would arise sooner rather than later. As for the baby boy, I was relieved that he was alright. The kid is extremely exhausted right now with the whole just being born. They must have examined him in between the long gaps the baby kept his eyes shut.

Banana man barely expresses any reaction, choosing to remain cold and distant to the doctor. He spoke with an arrogant tone as if stating the obvious.

"Of course that is to be expected of my great bloodline."

He continued to boast arrogantly to the man behind him without ever turning to address him.

"Look at my child and see that he stopped crying so soon after his birth. Truly this proves he has our blood and shares our holy nature."

Talk about delusions of grandeur. This guy is nutter than a whole peanut factory. He rambled on some more singing his own praises and boasting his bloodline. Frankly, I tuned him out until started to announce something important at the end.

"Saint Gottesman Osmond that is your name child of mine. Well suited for someone of our standards."

He turned around leaving the newly named Osmond alone not evening bothering to spare a glance at the doctor who soon followed suit. That massive prick was just going to leave his kid alone in a room after just naming him. I also didn't forget how he treated the kind doctor like he was nothing. I would have some choice words for him but currently, I am trapped in an impressionable newborn so that can wait.

Let's review all that I have learned today. First of all, I died and am stuck in the body of a baby boy, secondly, I have no control of said body at all, and finally, this kid's father is most likely a deranged cultist. So far my situation seems to be fubar.

Suddenly I feel someone reaching out to me. Turns out Osmond was feeling my distress and was reacting to it, thus he ended up crying again.

The fact I was upsetting a newborn baby brought me out of my slump real quick. I went back right back to singing another song hoping to cheer him up. After a while, he fell asleep and my somewhat blurry view of the world ended. It seems that I will have to look out for this kid for the foreseeable future.

Three Years Later

Mariejois

(Avery POV)

Time seemed to pass by quicker than I thought. Soon a year had passed and I got a lot of things done. I set a lesson plan of sorts for Osmond and mowed through it faster than I expected. After three months kid was able to walk on his own. At six months heck, he could even speak in full sentences and started to read books meant for children older than him. So far any rough patches we encountered were almost nonexistent the next day. My previous life experiences must be bleeding over to him somehow.

Spent most of my time taking care of Osmond in my own way. His parents were best described as rich entitled snobs. When they learned their child was able beyond his years they only forced tutors on him. He hardly has any time for any fun whatsoever. A lot of emotional support and positive reinforcement was needed.

Luckily I was always there to brighten up the kid's day. I managed to convince him after a while not to tell others about me. At first, they would think I was just an imaginary friend the kid made up, but eventually, they would start to think he was crazy. They would probably send him to the big house without a second thought.

"Saint Osmond sir I have passed your request to the chefs."

Without meeting the butler's gaze the kid speaks with the conviction of a man ten times his age causing the old man to flinch.

"Excellent, now Alphonse would you please fetch me my camera. Then have yourself and everyone else must be prepared by the time the table is set."

Nodding his head hastily the guy bow to Osmond and quickly answers.

"Of course young master!"

After a couple of minutes, all of the help were lined up inside the dining room. I and Osmond stood in the hall waiting for the right moment to enter the room. However, we could hear the voices that were on the other side.

"W-why do you think we were called?"

"The hell if I know and why all of us?!"

"Sh-shut it! You are gonna get us all in trouble."

The panicked voices continued on talking. Osmond stopped us from entering, allowing them to go on. He held in his head in shame slowly lowering with each word heard.

"Don't you find it a little weird that everyone even the chefs have gathered here?"

"W-well yeah."

"Also why are we all dressed like this?"

The boy was getting more depressed as the conversation went on. Honestly the staff were always bound to feel scared, especially since the kid gave those vague orders after all. He had good intentions sure, but these people were bound to be on edge and suspicious.

"Beats me. What I do want to know is what's with all this food?"

"Yeah didn't the young master just eat?"

I had enough of seeing the kid feel guilty for something had no control over. So I gave a quick call to the little guy that distracted him from his thoughts. While I did exist in his body we couldn't really read each other's minds, only speak to each other. However I still for some odd reason was able to feel the kid's emotions, but he couldn't feel mine. Caulking that power up to being a ghost so far.

Osmond quickly shook out of his stupor and his expression quickly changed to one of conviction. He took a deep breath steeling himself before he entered the room. The voice that lay ahead quickly became even more panicked.

"Quiet he's coming."

When we entered the room and everyone greeted Osmond. Their expressions hurt Osmond deeply. As he looked at each one of them his front became harder and harder to maintain. The kid swallowed before speaking in a voice that lacked any emotion to it that spoke abruptly.

"Greetings everyone I am pleased you are all here."

If I had a hand I would be facepalming because of the level of cringe. The kid was so scared facing all these people that he somehow had presented himself as an intimidating figure. I understand where was coming from, but he needs some help with his social skills.

"Geez, kid read the room a little. You are freaking them out."

Quickly composing himself Osmond tried again to speak to those that worked for his family.

"Some of you may be wondering why I have called you here."

Drawing all attention of those present Osmond gestured to the food laid upon the table. The food range from simple soups to extravagant deserts dishes. Honestly I was getting kinda hungry just from looking at it. It would seem I wasn't the only one however as most of staff seemed to agree judging by their facial expressions.

"Simply put I want you all to have dinner."

This blew everyone away instantly. Their reactions seemed way too cartoony to be real. However, the feelings of fear and confusion that they seemed to radiate proved it to be genuine.

"H-Huh?!"

"W-waaah!"

Not feeling comfortable with the reception he was getting Osmond sent them a vacant look that left no room for argument. Slowly some people began to sit at the table and picked up their plates. Soon everyone except for Osmond had food in front of them. Most of their mouths watered at the smell of what I assume is an extremely tasty meal.

However, they refused to go on further. Some of the servants looked at Osmond in fear while others keep to themselves. Seeing this I urged the kid to give them another go-ahead.

"Go on dig in."

Slowly, but surely one by one each of them began to eat. The faces were unreadable at first, but the more they ate and drank they began to change. Tears were rolling down their faces as they ate faster. Eating as if this was their last meal the people's expression displayed utter joy despite their tears.

This warmed my and more importantly Osmond's heart. It felt as if a burden was lifted off of the kid's chest. Taking in the scene before him Osmond smiled softly. He then took out the camera he had on hand and began taking pictures. The people at the were too consumed to notice the kid.

It played out for a couple of minutes before a loud booming shout in anger from the door to the rest of the room.

"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS!"

It was Osmond's nut job of a father and bitch of a mother. His royal fatness marched in huffing mad, his wife stayed in the door frame hidden by the shadows glaring angrily at the people eating. Quickly they scrambled to gather themselves. They bowed deeply and apologized profusely in fear.

"S-saint Thaddeus sir let us explain!"

"Forgive us, madame!"

The two however were having no of it. Pricks were threatening them aggressively. The coldness in the wife's shrill voice was greatly unnerving.

"Silence we should have all your heads for this disrespectful act!"

Without even a prompt from me, Osmond moves forward toward his parents. His acting skills were great, a far cry from earlier when speaking to the maids and butlers. He sounded just like the other world noble brats.

"Father, Mother you both are ruining my shoot!"

They turn in surprise, all eyes draw upon Osmond. His mother not moving from her spot asks more confused than angry.

"Osmond, what do you mean?"

You see Osmond planned on feeding these guys but had no way to do so without them getting punished. So I hatched the idea of this little photo shoot. Getting to work the kid recited his lines to an extremely believably level.

"I am in the middle of trying out a new hobby."

Drawing more stares of confusion from the people there Osmond's mother questions him again.

"New hobby?"

Nodding at the woman Osmond holds up his brand new camera for all to see. More specifically his parents who stare at him more confused than ever.

"Yes, mother I am currently very invested in the art of photography. I had all the servants dress up and eat the food I had prepared so I could take some pictures."

The boy's father chimes in for the first time. He asks his own question that sounds rather strained, trying hard not to sound insulting.

"Why the interest in such a mundane activity Osmond?"

The kid like a pro responds immediately jumping at the question like a shark to blood.

"I don't think it mundane at all. To capture a single moment in time and hold it in your hands. Taking those fleeting moments that can never be truly recreated or returned to and turning them into a tangible memory. Does that not sound like something only a god is capable of doing."

His parents' expressions slowly change. The old man with a look of pride swelling on his pompous face, while his wife looking more amused if anything else chuckles.

"Whaha, how profound I would have never thought of it like that!"

Nodding at the statement from his wife the man smiles brightly at the boy. He begins to praise Osmond just as the two planned.

"Osmond truly you are wise beyond your age. The grandiose of such thinking is what puts you above others."

While the old man was content his wife looked like she had another question coming.

"One thing eludes me, however. Why take pictures of these common rabbles when you could be taking pictures of the beauty of our home or even our fellow celestial dragons?"

Answering on time Osmond begins to list the reasons we discussed earlier in order to fully convince others of his newfound hobby.

"Two very simple reasons mother. The first being that every other celestial dragon I know can be a bit problematic when it comes down to listening to others. They would refuse to listen to my instructions and ruin the photo entirely."

Nodding in agreement with her sons the woman trying to maintain her image of elegance ends up complaining.

"That is an understandable reason. To be frank, some of the other families can be quite tiresome at times."

Osmond then gestures toward the servants of the household.

"Finally for this particular shot I want to focus on the pure joyful expressions of a large group of people. Ultimately I decided on the setting of the scene should be a dinner party. However to get the most genuine reactions, well that can only be achieved by actually feeding the help."

The plan was almost genius, the kid could them feed under the pretense they were his models. It was risky, but any backlash would go to Osmond and not the staff. The kid however was a hundred percent willing to take the fall. Now it's time to put the final nail in the coffin.

"Besides if they eat today, the quality of their work can only be better."

The husband and wife take a look at each other. They clearly had no idea what to say or think. Sighing the father turned back to his son.

"While we are fine with this particular hobby of yours, please tell us ahead of time if you require anything. Is that clear Osmond?"

Eagerly nodding in agreement Osmond says to both of his parents.

"Yes, father. Yes, mother."

The woman in question then huff out in amusement at the childish innocence Osmond was faking.

"Good! On a side note, I must say you picked a perfect time to pick up this hobby of yours with our trip on the way."

Taking a tone of great importance the kid's father begins giving the kid a lecture.

"This is your first time leaving the holy land I want you to maintain your distance from the trash below. If they so much as approach you without permission you can order their execution."

Listening intently to the man before him Osmond his once again answers the man.

"Understood father."

With that everyone goes their separate ways. The kid's parents leave for some sort of party that their neighbors were having. Osmond took a few more pictures before he told the staff he was done. He left them to finish off their meal and get back to work. While we strolled down the hallway aimlessly I begin to think over everything.

The plan was a success, the kid could keep helping the staff albeit discreetly. Honestly, this whole thing was tenser than I imagined it going. When we planned out this whole scenario in hopes of feeding the suffering staff we prepared for the worst.

This meant I had to tell the kid a lot of stuff that did scare him. Stuff that I would regret saying to anyone, especially someone so young like Osmond. Things like the consequences not just for him but the staff themselves. For him to survive here without breaking I have to be upfront about everything.

My situation wasn't an easy one. Being trapped for a few years was maddening. When the kid was old enough to walk and I finally saw what Osmond looked like in the reflection of a mirror for the first time I found he was practically a younger clone of me from his nose, to his jawline.

The only difference was his naturally spikey darkish-gray hair and blue eyes, while my hair was pitch black and ordinary, and my eyes were brown. I thought for a while that I had something to do with his appearance but was never able to prove it.

I was suddenly brought out of my thoughts by the boy in question. The small feeling of excitement and the feeling of passing dread practically leaked from the boy. He most likely was still reeling from the confrontation. The kid asked inquisitively in his mind.

"Avery, what do you think of mother and father's vacation plan? "

I took a moment to think things over. The kid was stuck in the house for most of his days for more reasons than one. Going somewhere without having to deal with the neighbors was definitely a big positive.

"You mean that island resort trip right? If anything it would be a welcome change from this dreary place."

The boy nodded his head in agreement with my notion. His parents finally decided after three years to spend some quality family time. Overdue in my opinion, but considering who they were I would hold my breath.

Their idea was to go by ship to a high-class hotel/city on a month-long celebration of Osmond's birthday. Learning the world was made up mostly of islands was definitely unnerving, but since I am technically a dead man stuck in the body of a three-year-old I got over it pretty quick.

While Osmond's life overall was tough but bearable. He was healthy, had a top notch educated, and a somewhat stable family. Little Ozzie was practically set to take the world by storm.

However this world was far from being that simple. After what we saw and learned rocked me to my very core. It traumatized Osmond forever changing him and will most likely haunt him to the end of his days. I still can remember it so vividly, the day this world's wretched nature was unveiled.

OC crew

Every member of the crew are reincarnates from the same world. They will being going on their own adventures some original and others from the various non-canon material.

Name: Osmond Gottesman/Avery Rodgers

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Role: Captain

Devil Fruit: Water-Water Fruit (Mizu Mizu no Mi)

The Water-Water Fruit is a logia type Devil Fruit. It allows the user to create, control, and transform into water at will in any of state.

Age: 17/19

Bio:

Osmond is celestial dragon born with the spirit of Avery, a human from another world, trapped inside. Thanks to Avery Osmond is not like the other celestial dragons. In fact Osmond's main goal is to end their tyranny once and for all. They sail the seas in search of allies and the history of the void century.

After eating his Devil Fruit both Osmond and Avery learned they both had control of the power and practice rigorously. They used their water manipulation to create a storm and go into hiding. They proceeded to train on an inhabited island until the marines picked them found them.

However thanks to a disguise Osmond's identity remained a secret. Using this as an opportunity to grow even stronger Osmond, under Avery's advice, joined the marines as a cabin boy and later impressed a CP9 officer enough that he was recruited to join the unit. Eventually Osmond's identity was revealed and he was sent back home after.

Name: Jonah

Gender: Male

Race: Fishman (Electric Eel)

Role: Helmsman

Age: 21/23

Bio:

Jonah was an Australian man who spent his life seeking revenge. He was reborn as an eel fishman in the fishman district. Jonah was abandoned by both of his parents at an early age. During this time Jonah found and raised a baby Sea King he named Rudy.

For the first decade of his life he rigorously practiced fishman karate and various others fishman martial arts in order to better defend himself. Soon the young fishman had earned a serious reputation within the fishman district.

His past life as a human lead him to vigorously support queen Otohime's efforts for coexistence between the two races. However after helping to save Donquixote Mjosgard and being shot Jonah left Fish-Man Island to unwind. He was the first member of Osmond's crew after the two wander into each other.

Name: Yijun Zheng

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Role: Shipwright

Age: 19/21

Bio:

In his past life Yijun a Chinese-American man with a photographic memory who lived his entire life never allowed to truly express himself. In this new zany and insane world Yijun was finally able to cut lose. Having already had a good family in his past life made it hard for Yijun connect to his new family.

He eventually left them and began to travel world on his own. After some time at sea Yijun began to making plans to build his own ship using the designs he saw in his past life. His travels across the high seas lead Yijun to start developing weapons from his old world that he used to combat the various scourges of the pirate age.

Sometime after he began building his ran into another reincarnated Valens Cortez who helped to supply him with the materials for the ship. Yijun would join Osmond's crew as long as Osmond funded his ship.

Name: Valens Cortez

Gender: Male

Devil Fruit: Bird-Bird Fruit; Model Hippogriff (Tori Tori no Mi; Model Hippogriff)

The Bird-Bird Fruit; Model Hippogriff is a mythical zoan type Devil Fruit. It allows the user to transform into a hippogriff hybrid and a full hippogriff.

Race: Human However

Role: Intelligence Officer

Age: 18/20

Bio:

Formerly a hispanic man from Spain Valens was someone did his best to move forward despite the bad circumstances he seemed to constantly face. Despite being given a second at life Valens was dealt another bad hand.

He was born on a lawless island and raised in an orphanage after his parents were killed in a gang war. In an effort to protect of the rest of the orphans Valens began working as a freelancer for the criminal element. However Valens made sure never to fall too deep in the game and avoided certain jobs like the plague.

After obtaining and eating his Devil Fruit Valens became a serious player in the underworld. Eventually Valens was able to settle down as an item deal and a courier. This lead to Valens meeting Yijun and joining Osmond's crew after he promised to clean up his home and build a navy base.

Name: Sinclair Charlotte

Gender: Male

Devil Fruit: Nutrient-Nutrient Fruit (Eiyōso Eiyōso no Mi)

The Nutrient-Nutrient Fruit is a paramecia type Devil Fruit. It allows the user to manipulate nutrients when in direct contact in two ways. Firstly user can remove, absorb or transfer all nutrients from anything they touch. Secondly they can also freely manipulate the quality of the nutrients.

Race: Human

Role: Chef

Age: 18/20

Bio:

Sinclair was formerly a kind hearted frenchmen who worked as an chef who wanted nothing more to spread joy. The 34th son of Big Mom who was born prematurely but was able to grow up relatively normal in spite of it. The cuisine he made him one of Big Mom's favorite children and earning him a Devil Fruit.

However that all changed after Lola ran away. After walking in on his mother beating Chiffon, Sinclair intervened and incurred Big Mom's wrath. The beating he received caused Sinclair's hair to become a swirl of pink and red. Despite the beatings never once Sinclair stop defending his older sister. However after learning of the assassin sent by his mother Sinclair rushed to warn Lola.

As he traveled Sinclair made a name for himself as chef and developed a brand. It was this very brand Sinclair made is what drew Osmond and his crew's attention since he named several associated sweets and snacks after their namesake. Sinclair joined the crew with little hesitation with promise they protect his sister.

Name: Michael Tofana

Gender: Male

Race: Long Limbed Human

Role: Doctor

Age: 63/65

Bio:

Formerly an Italian man doctor who took his work as medical professional seriously. Once he was reborn he decided to continue using the medical expertise he amassed in his previous life for the benefit of others.

Most of his new adolescence was spent pioneering new medicines for all the people of the world and learning about the various new species around the world. He was revered as a prodigy and even given quite a bit of funding.

Unfortunately Micheal his life would be turned upside down because he willingly chose to save the life of some pirates. After this event he had a large bounty placed on his head and was being hunted down by every two bit world government agent and bounty hunter in the area.

Micheal was forced to go on the run desperately evading capture at every corner. This constant conflict would lead to the doctor to learning Rokushiki by observing cipher pol agents and marines. Combining his medical knowledge, his long limbed physiology, and the martial arts made the doctor a force to be reckoned with.

Despite how turbulent his life had became Micheal continued being a doctor treating even his would be assassins. Though weary and tired he maintained the standards he set for himself. Micheal joined Osmond's crew after they saved his life and Osmond pardoned his crimes.

Name: Sverre

Gender: Male

Race: Mink (Wolverine)

Role: First Mate

Age: 38/40

Bio:

An Canadian soldier who became disillusioned with life after fighting in numerous wars. Sverre didn't care much for his rebirth regardless of what species he became. Distancing himself from the other minks Sverre spent all of his time in the woods. Following his old military habits the mink began to train regularly.

In an effort to control his Sulong form Sverre would gaze at every full moon. During one of Sverre's Sulong training sessions Gol D. Roger arrived on Zou and ended up battling against the young mink. After Roger had effortlessly defeated Sverre the young began to ask the man and his crew various questions about the open seas.

After Roger's execution Sverre left Zou in order to get a gist of what kind world he had been reborn into. Down the line Sverre began to work as a bounty hunter hunting down various dangerous criminals.

Eventually Sverre ended up taking on the bounty for Michael Tofana which led him into direct confrontation with Osmond's crew. Sverre would go onto join Osmond's crew after fighting alongside them and upon learning every member came from his old world.

Name: Nikkal

Gender: Female

Race: Skypiean

Role: Navigator

Devil Fruit: Order-Order Fruit (Ryō Ryō no Mi)

The Order-Order Fruit is a paramecia type Devil Fruit. It allows the user to force any object, living or inanimate, to do what they say. Whether it be something simple or the impossible those under the Devil's Effect will attempt to fulfill the command.

However to even use this power the user must make direct physical contact and must make contact again to issue another order. Through usage of Conqueror's Haki the user can circumvent this drawback.

Another drawback is that if individual possesses a strong enough will they can resist and even outright defy the orders. Also If the user is knocked unconscious then the Devil Fruit's power is nullified.

Age: 20/22

Bio:

Formerly an Indian woman who had lived a depressing and hopeless existence in her old life. Nikkal's previous life left her with an extremely nihilistic attitude that remained even after her rebirth in skypia. Thankfully the new family she was born into was extremely supportive and loving which slowly began to mend her broken heart.

However that all changed when Enel conquered the entirety of Skypiea. After fleeing from one of Enel's lastest attacks she stumbled upon the Order-Order Fruit. Despite her new found power Nikkal was unable to defeat Enel due to his incredible speed. She was forcibly enlisted in Enel's army under the threat the lightning-man would kill her new family.

Nikkal served under Enel forced to commit heinous act after act in order to protect her family. She lived miserably for years until the arrival of the Strawhat pirates and Osmond's crew. After the two group defeated the false god Nikkal joined Osmond's crew as an act of penance for her crimes.

Name: Arcelia Holguín

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Role: Gunner

Age: 22/24

Bio:

In Arcelia's past life she was a woman of Mexican and Brazilian descent who lived her life traveling the world and experiencing all it had to offer. Born the daughter of an Okama in the Kamabakka Kingdom she learned early on how the world worked. Disturbed and disgusted with world she found herself in the young woman vowed to fight against the injustice.

Upon turning sixteen Arcelia left to become a pirate rather join the revolutionaries as to make her own decisions. Thanks to the training she received in Okama Kenpō Arcelia was able to thrive in the new world. Gathering a large crew Arcelia began a crusade against the world government as the captain of the Arc Pirates.

The Arc Pirates most of days partying and raiding vessels belonging to the World Government and Slavers. Once she learnt of a Celestial Dragon roaming the grand-line without protection from the World Government Arcelia saw an opportunity to truly stick it to the World Government. However rather than an easy target Arcelia found herself in the battle of her life against Osmond and his friends.

Midway through the fight the two sides decided to parley during which Arcelia learned they came from the same world. However this revelation did little to sway Arcelia's mind so Osmond decided to settle the matter with a Davy Back Fight. After losing Arcelia begrudgingly joined Osmond's crew.

pirate captain.

Name: Hanzou

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Role: Smith

Devil Fruit: Demon-Demon Fruit; Model Ogre King (Tenma Tenma no Mi; Model Onio)

The Demon-Demon Fruit; Model Ogre King is a mythical zoan type Devil Fruit. It allows the user to transform into an Ogre King hybrid and a full Ogre King.

Each user's Ogre King form is different possessing their own specific elemental abilities. Hanzou's Ogre King form grants him the elements of darkness and fire.

Age: 14/16

Bio:

A Japanese man who wander through life aimlessly. Hanzou was reborn in Wano under the cruel rule of Orochi. The first few years of his life were some of the toughest he faced in either life times. Hanzou had lost his family to disease and he was forced to beg for food on the streets. Eventually the boy was desperate enough to try hunting for food in the wild.

However the dangerous wildlife proved too much for the child and Hanzou was nearly killed had it not been for a monstrous looking old man. Although the old man had saved life Hanzou's life he was cold and dismissive towards the child. Despite the old man's attempts at keeping Hanzou at arm's length the two grew close.

The old man allowed Hanzou to live with him inside a hollowed mountain where he taught him to smith and used weapons. The two would grow Hanzou's Devil Fruit from a SMILE Fruit unaware of the fruit's nature. Eventually the old man would reveal himself to be Yuto Kurozumi, a survivor of the Kurozumi clan, who after losing his family refused to take revenge despite desperately wanting to.

Things were well until they encountered it Orochi and some of Kaido's men. Yuto was killed in the battle while trying to put an end to Orochi's madness. Hanzou was able to escape thanks to his Devil Fruit and swore to end Orochi the way Yuto would have wanted. He joined Osmond's crew after the group arrive on Wano because their goals aligned and because he wanted nothing more to due with Wano.