Post by Fennec on May 30, 2022 19:18:09 GMT -5
Name: Eldon Lloyd
Other Names:
Epithet: "Barbarian Nobleman"
Height: 8'9
Build: Thin
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Occupation:
Bounty/Rank: ฿0
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Favorite Food: Tatws Popty
Associated Smell: Lilacs
Associated Animal: Stoat
Associated Country: Wales
Associated Color: Mint Green #98FB98
Associated Element: Fire
Total X-Poinz: 300 xpz
Used X-Poinz: 0 xpz
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Personality
Shrewd Scoundrel
Calm and Collected
Vengeful Vagabond
Always a Plan
Untapped Fury
Physical Description: Lloyd is of a rather thin build with ivory white skin, verdant green eyes that seen like those of a dragon, and hair black as coals. Two curved horns protrude from the sides of his head although the location from which the come out of are obscured by his cascading shaggy hair. Lloyd despite having a background that many would consider 'savage-like' he is traditionally handsome with soft gentle features.
Attire: Lloyd has two forms of outfit, the first form of outfit is his traditional garb which consists of various leathers, furs, and bone buttons created from the various beasts that inhabit the harsh landscape of his homeland. This attire would by most be considered barbaric. However, after the introduction of the World Government and its influences on his home island he has transitioned into his second form of outfit. His second form of outfit is a lot more posh resembling higher class rich folk and noblemen. Long coats, cravat, boots, golden buttons and the like.
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Shrewd Scoundrel
Lloyd would haggle a used ship sales man to hell and back if given the chance. Of course this is through a combination of his silver tongue and relentless nature. In the end he will get what he wants even if he has to restort to dirty tactics such as blackmail.
Calm and Collected
Despite the inner rage that occasionally slips through Lloyd in fact has an uncanny calming aura around him. He rarely raises his voice and even when he does there isn't any aggression that can be discerned through it more often than not. Even in dire situations he remains calm never succumbing to fear or showcasing it in anyway.
Vengeful Vagabond
Lloyd never forgets. The man has a photographic memory... he always remembers... and most importantly he always remembers those who have wronged them. In fact he has never accepted an apology once in his life. Never willing to forgive. If you do Lloyd wrong you will pay in the way he deems fit. No excuses. Sometimes, the payment is in blood, of course.
Always a Plan
Always one step ahead Lloyd has a plan for nearly every situation thinking it through. Calculating it. It's a much needed skill when you make lots of enemies. So for the reason Lloyd is always prepared for the worst and most unexpected.
Untapped Fury
Deep within Lloyd is an untapped fury. A secret ability he has been unaware of for much of his life... he is unsure of its source but sees it as a curse. When he is raging he will attack indescrimenatntly as if a legion of dark spirits has taken over his body. For that reason Lloyd maintains his cool aura. It's out of fear the swelling wrath within him may come out and he may once again lose the control he so desires to have in life.
Appearance
Physical Description: Lloyd is of a rather thin build with ivory white skin, verdant green eyes that seen like those of a dragon, and hair black as coals. Two curved horns protrude from the sides of his head although the location from which the come out of are obscured by his cascading shaggy hair. Lloyd despite having a background that many would consider 'savage-like' he is traditionally handsome with soft gentle features.
Attire: Lloyd has two forms of outfit, the first form of outfit is his traditional garb which consists of various leathers, furs, and bone buttons created from the various beasts that inhabit the harsh landscape of his homeland. This attire would by most be considered barbaric. However, after the introduction of the World Government and its influences on his home island he has transitioned into his second form of outfit. His second form of outfit is a lot more posh resembling higher class rich folk and noblemen. Long coats, cravat, boots, golden buttons and the like.
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Fleet of Foot/Wrathful Respite
Human, Optional Switch Trait
Only the Strong
Human, Optional Trait
Elven Endurance
Human, Optional
Gogleddwr ("Northman" in Welsh)
Focus: Power Attacks, Defensive Stances, Heavy Weapons
Class: E
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Fleet of Foot/Wrathful Respite
Human, Optional Switch Trait
Naturally swift Lloyd can move at speeds much faster than his peers allowing him to run great distances in a short time and move away from incoming attacks quickly. However, Lloyd being an extremely wrathful person becomes tense causing him to lose his speed but in exchange become extremely tough. Not only that but through his rage, he is even able to go through massive loads of pain without as much as a flinch.
Only the Strong
Human, Optional Trait
Due to the trials he was forced to undertake Lloyd has developed inhuman levels of strength capable of lifting large boulders and cracking through stone with his fists he has strength that far surpasses the human norm.
Elven Endurance
Human, Optional
Struggling to survive in the harshest reaches of the East Blue, Lloyd has developed an incredible endurance capable of staying awake for many days, running on little to no food for a long time, and being able to run long distance without getting winded. Truly his energy knows no bounds.
Fighting Styles
Gogleddwr ("Northman" in Welsh)
Focus: Power Attacks, Defensive Stances, Heavy Weapons
Class: E
Description:
A fighting style from the northern lands in the East Blue that focuses in heavy attacks and stances that improve defense with heavy weapons (typically axes). Often making the most use it can out of those sorts of weapons. The key is to not only to dish out as much damage as possible but to also defend from it.
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Name: Broken Battleaxe
Fighting Style: Gogleddwr
Rank: 0
Quality: None.
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Equipment
}Name: Broken Battleaxe
Fighting Style: Gogleddwr
Rank: 0
Quality: None.
Description:
A large six foot battleaxe... once possessing two blades it now only has one as the former was shattered in battle. Despite this the battleaxe remains a powerful weapon with much heft behind it. Not not requiring a considerable amount of strength to weild but also a degree of finesse.
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In the far reaches of the East Blue, there is a chain of islands once inhabited by various barbarian tribes. Isolated and free its culture although primitive has remained for many centuries. Lloyd was born among these people with a strange deformity in the way of horns. This got him the title of "Omen Child" one bearing a curse of the fyenn and as such he was cast away by his parents at the age of six. Left to die in the bitter cold. However, due to his crafty nature, he managed to survive on his own by stealing food and living in an old abandoned den on the outskirts of the village.
His shrewd and cunning nature was what kept him alive as he was able to elude the various traps the villagers set for him. Not only that but he often outsmarted them using various tricks to get the upper hand in combat and one more thing... Lloyd was very vengeful. If someone wronged him he would often have his way with them. It would be a long and calculated path to such a way. But he'd have it.
One day around the age of eleven a War-Mother of a local tribe visiting the village became enamored by his grit. She picked him up and raised him and her own child despite his status. As time went on however the political situation in the northern tribes got tight. Especially as the World Government began to show interest in the land... it was bitter and cold sure. But it had something... it had a resource known as "jet iron" sometimes also called "cold steel" known for its properties to sap heat creating cold burns as a result as well as the increased durability it offered. It was also said to be the only thing to combat the spirit-like fyenn in which the tribes believed in. Because of this, there was much discourse between the tribes and Lloyd began to seldom see his mother as she went off to councils with the leaders of other tribes.
Eventually the tribes and the World Government and by extension the marines came to an accord. They would allow for the tribes to exist if they began to civilize themselves like the rest of the world. After all the jet iron was not found anywhere near the main holdings of the tribe. So the tribes underwent appropriate changes attempting to civilize. They built industries, schools, and buildings from bricks, and began to abandon some of their more primitive customs. Many were discontent with the change but the majority went along. After all, it was better for their survival in the long run and the tribes always prioritized their survival. Lloyd was among those who simply accepted those changes. To a degree, he even enjoyed them as he got to live a slightly more lavish life with the changes under his mother's rule.
Some time passed and the tribes found prosperity as a World Government's minor satellite state. In fact, some plans were being made for the tribal confederation to become a fully-fledged member of the World Government. But one month before the paperwork could be signed the motherload Jet iron was found directly beneath the head tribal holding. Discussions were instantly had as to what to do about the matter. The world government wanted the resource but the people had their capital. Things escalated quickly as no agreements could be made and finally, the ultimatum was set. The nation had to make a decision or one would be made for them within five days. The tribes together decided to hold their ground and prepare for the war to come.
Lloyd among his own tribesmen got ready for the war taking a saddle next to his mother as by then he'd become of age to fight for the tribesmen. A part of Lloyd was unsure about the war, he'd become rather accustomed to this new life. If anything he believed the ways of the World Government to be superior. People like him who had at first gotten shafted by life could finally thrive with the right tools. Old dated traditions could die out finally allowing for a better overall society. Not to mention the comforts of modern life were very much welcome. He simply had no attachments to the capital... but he knew better than to speak up. Lloyd had worked hard to survive and life had gifted him a boon. Someone who cared for him. He didn't want to lose any of that.
Unfortunately for Lloyd, this was the last he'd see of his beloved mother. The war was heavily fought and as they fended off a marine line she ended up getting hit by a sniper bullet resulting in instant death. Watching this firsthand Lloyd was consumed by rage one he'd never felt before. Unleashing it he became a beast whose skin could hardly be pierced as he went out killing everyone friend and foe on sight.
His rage was such he blacked out... and when he came to his senses those who survived it while few looked at him in fear. The omen child of the fyenn had come and so there went everything he had worked for. Bitterly, Lloyd escaped the island and layed low. He left the East Blue entirely and hid out on islands in the Grand Line where he worked as a deal broker getting hooks on people and demanding payments in exchange. He would have a life. He'd make one for himself. It was only a matter of time.
Background
}In the far reaches of the East Blue, there is a chain of islands once inhabited by various barbarian tribes. Isolated and free its culture although primitive has remained for many centuries. Lloyd was born among these people with a strange deformity in the way of horns. This got him the title of "Omen Child" one bearing a curse of the fyenn and as such he was cast away by his parents at the age of six. Left to die in the bitter cold. However, due to his crafty nature, he managed to survive on his own by stealing food and living in an old abandoned den on the outskirts of the village.
His shrewd and cunning nature was what kept him alive as he was able to elude the various traps the villagers set for him. Not only that but he often outsmarted them using various tricks to get the upper hand in combat and one more thing... Lloyd was very vengeful. If someone wronged him he would often have his way with them. It would be a long and calculated path to such a way. But he'd have it.
One day around the age of eleven a War-Mother of a local tribe visiting the village became enamored by his grit. She picked him up and raised him and her own child despite his status. As time went on however the political situation in the northern tribes got tight. Especially as the World Government began to show interest in the land... it was bitter and cold sure. But it had something... it had a resource known as "jet iron" sometimes also called "cold steel" known for its properties to sap heat creating cold burns as a result as well as the increased durability it offered. It was also said to be the only thing to combat the spirit-like fyenn in which the tribes believed in. Because of this, there was much discourse between the tribes and Lloyd began to seldom see his mother as she went off to councils with the leaders of other tribes.
Eventually the tribes and the World Government and by extension the marines came to an accord. They would allow for the tribes to exist if they began to civilize themselves like the rest of the world. After all the jet iron was not found anywhere near the main holdings of the tribe. So the tribes underwent appropriate changes attempting to civilize. They built industries, schools, and buildings from bricks, and began to abandon some of their more primitive customs. Many were discontent with the change but the majority went along. After all, it was better for their survival in the long run and the tribes always prioritized their survival. Lloyd was among those who simply accepted those changes. To a degree, he even enjoyed them as he got to live a slightly more lavish life with the changes under his mother's rule.
Some time passed and the tribes found prosperity as a World Government's minor satellite state. In fact, some plans were being made for the tribal confederation to become a fully-fledged member of the World Government. But one month before the paperwork could be signed the motherload Jet iron was found directly beneath the head tribal holding. Discussions were instantly had as to what to do about the matter. The world government wanted the resource but the people had their capital. Things escalated quickly as no agreements could be made and finally, the ultimatum was set. The nation had to make a decision or one would be made for them within five days. The tribes together decided to hold their ground and prepare for the war to come.
Lloyd among his own tribesmen got ready for the war taking a saddle next to his mother as by then he'd become of age to fight for the tribesmen. A part of Lloyd was unsure about the war, he'd become rather accustomed to this new life. If anything he believed the ways of the World Government to be superior. People like him who had at first gotten shafted by life could finally thrive with the right tools. Old dated traditions could die out finally allowing for a better overall society. Not to mention the comforts of modern life were very much welcome. He simply had no attachments to the capital... but he knew better than to speak up. Lloyd had worked hard to survive and life had gifted him a boon. Someone who cared for him. He didn't want to lose any of that.
Unfortunately for Lloyd, this was the last he'd see of his beloved mother. The war was heavily fought and as they fended off a marine line she ended up getting hit by a sniper bullet resulting in instant death. Watching this firsthand Lloyd was consumed by rage one he'd never felt before. Unleashing it he became a beast whose skin could hardly be pierced as he went out killing everyone friend and foe on sight.
His rage was such he blacked out... and when he came to his senses those who survived it while few looked at him in fear. The omen child of the fyenn had come and so there went everything he had worked for. Bitterly, Lloyd escaped the island and layed low. He left the East Blue entirely and hid out on islands in the Grand Line where he worked as a deal broker getting hooks on people and demanding payments in exchange. He would have a life. He'd make one for himself. It was only a matter of time.
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