Shisha Riviera

[Shisha]

Shisha Riviera
(Mecha Punk)
(WIP. Stop. Hold Yourself)

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Other Names:– N/A

Epithet:– Mecha Punk

Height:– 5'9" (174 cm)

Build:– Voluptuous

Age:– 25

Gender:– Female

Race:– Human

Occupation:– Ex Bounty hunter, Pirate

Bounty/Rank:– N/A



Total X-Poinz:– 300

Used X-Poinz:– 250

Total Rebate:–

Used Rebate:–



Earned X-Poinz Record:–

(Starting XPz)

-50 (Betotsku) -50 (Dokan Sheru), -50 (Fushoku-sei), -0 (Dekoi), -50 Genkaku

Beepulon (NPC) - -50 Broiler Beam

Rebate X-Poinz Record:–

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Personality

Unbalanced: Shisha has developed over the 3 year isolation, constant battles with dangerous wildlife and the close proximity to / reminder of her dead crew mates of the Hoshi pirates, a slight Psychological issue. The disembodied voices and apparitions of her old crew. Interpreting them as threatening and violent at all times, Tormenting her near constantly. Obviously only Shisha can see these mental projections of her crew, and as such will often be seen arguing or screaming at people or voices that are not there. Although this is only due to the effects of the poisonous and toxic food she had been eating in her isolation (a form of Substance-induced psychosis), she has no idea of this fact. Perceiving them as angry ghosts, always blaming her for their death.

On the Job: When clad in her Desert Punk attire Shisha is a very serious, level headed and calm person. The kind of person who stops, waits, watches and then reacts to situations. Deadly serious, while in the armor the job comes first. Never straying from her task or assigned target. Strict and sometimes outwardly cold and unfeeling, never letting emotional issues or events sway her from the task at hand.

Ray of Sunshine: When her attire is removed, Shisha is very different. Out of her role as Desert Punk she is a far more vibrant and happy individual. Cheerful and often joking she becomes far more friendly than normal. Always seeing the bright side of any situation and at times a little dense because of it, taking joy in spending time with others or previously joking around with her old crew when not face down in schematics and designs for her weaponry.

Mecha-Punk: Refers to her switch in personality that some people call "Robo-sexuality". When around or in the company of complex machines and devices, she goes into a love filled trance, especially in the case of robots or cyborgs. Swooning and in awe at the complexity, technology and general engineering work behind such wonderful creations. A tendency to obsess over mechanical devices is the one thing guaranteed to distract Shisha. This had led her to attempt romantical relations with members of her crew, such as Tobi, the Robotic member of her ex Hoshi pirate crew.

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Appearance

Shisha is typically clad in a very Special suit of Armor that interoperates a full face breather mask. The mask is covered on the top by a large hat, fabric running down either side of her head to protect against the heat of the Desert Sun. Her Helmet breather has a large visor that covers her face, adding an air of mystery to her. Her torso is covered by a thick jacket of sorts, which happens to hide the fact she is Female. Her lower attire is pretty much the same, the same color, a pair of baggy pants that once again hide her sexuality. Her attire carries a long cloak too, useful for hiding in sand and keeping her cool.

Now standing at the Fantastical height of 5 foot and 9 inches (174 cm), Shisha is much different from the Rugged and somewhat ugly alter ego her armor creates. The most striking features are her long, purple hair and matching colored eyes. Her hair stops just above her lumbar spinal area. A down right Voluptuous body from the neck down, well built and eye turning for sure.

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BEEPULON
(OX-21)

Her large mechanical Friend and protector. OX-21's body is bulky and somewhat roundish. Its head, a smooth dome shape, with its mouth hidden under a single thick metal ring. Mouth visible when in use, the head rolling back to reveal its wide gaping metallic maw. Two small holes as eyes, that light up in varying colors depending on the situation at hand. A large funnel attached to a cooling unit mounted onto its back that pumps out exhaust fumes and heat. The joints of OX-21 are guarded by the same kind of metallic rings mounted under its head.

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Traits

Punk Dexterity - Always having been nimble, Shisha is now much more so. Years of dodging monstrous wildlife and predatory plant life, combined with her previous battle experience and knowledge (not to mention her lighter frame) allows her to during combat to adjust and respond to threats up close, parrying and deflecting attacks with fancy movements and good old Gun-Fu.

Survivalist Speed - From the above trait, the years of Running and evading monstrous animals and wildlife as done her body good making her a very fast runner. Having had to adapt to her environment she can really build up speed when she runs, making her a very hard target to pin down or just keep up with. She's got that Stamina.

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Fighting Styles

Name:– Panku-fū (Punk-Fu)
Focus:– Sharpshooting, Melee Defensive
Class:– E
Description:– Shisha is a master of the firearms (made from the remains of her old Shotgun). Her fighting style revolves around using her two dual pistols at range and up close as a means for defense. Blocking strikes with the barrels, attacking with shots up close or at range. Her two pistols can hold varying ammunition.

Ammo Types
Name:– Betotsku (Stick)
Fighting Style:– Panku-fū
Rank:– 1
Description:– A green colored shell that explodes into a green colored gel as it travels through the air, solidifying once it strikes the target. Designed to trap opponents in their tracks, sticking their limbs to objects. Can be used for a Variety of functions, such as a patch for holes in ships, or any number of different uses.

Name:– Dokan Sheru (Blast shells)
Fighting Style:– Panku-fū
Rank:– 1
Description:– A single shell that holds a large amount of Explosive Material inside, Designed to Explode violently upon impact. Great against groups of opponents, or to really stick it to a singular opponent.

Name:– Fushoku-sei (Corrosive)
Fighting Style:– Panku-fū
Rank:– 1
Description:– A shell marked with the classic Skull and Cross bones, hinting at danger. The shell contains a small amount of Acidic Liquid. When the shell impacts it spreads the liquid over a wide area, burning anything it touches. Of course hitting flesh will cause far more damage than hitting Armor or metal. The Acid as it could be called is fairly weak against Metals, but the smell it gives off can effect the breathing of anyone who inhales it.

Name:– Dekoi (Decoy)
Fighting Style:– Panku-fū
Rank:– 0
Description:– Not so much of an ammo type, but deployable from her ranged weapons or just thrown. An inflatable dummy made of cloth and plant that releases gas to inflate it housed in the base. A simple distraction that bursts with a cloud of petals and a funny sign that floats down to the ground upon the decoys destruction. Best used in smoke or other covering effects to confuse or distract.

Name:– Genkaku-zai (Hallucinogenic)
Fighting Style:– Panku-fū
Rank:– E
Description:– Made from the plants on her three year island home who's pollen produces hallucinogenic effects, this ammo type is the weaponized product of it. Fired either at the target for direct exposure, or around the local environment to create a wide area cloud. Breathing the gas in will result not instantly, but soon after with varying hallucinations (depending on the target). Meant to confuse or inebriate a target into a weakened state. Shisha is immune while in her armor, as the helmet filters and blocks the affects of the gas. So long as she doesn't take it off that is.

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Background

Shisha was Born and Raised in perhaps the warmest vacation spot possible, the great Desert Nation of Alabasta. Despite being born in such a place, her Parents, or at least one of them, were not Locals in the Area. Her Mother Was from a City much more easily Assessable, a place known as Shell Island in the East Blue. Regardless, Shisha grew up in Alabasta. Heat and sand being trapped in places one would never think possible was the norm for her. Every time rain graced the little town she lived in, she would run outside and frolic in its glory. Shisha as a child was very energetic. The type of child that would make people dizzy just watching her play. She lived with her Parents as an Only child, residing in a small town a fair distance away from the Grand city where the ruler Lived. Her childhood was a normal one for a girl of the sand, she had friends, went to school, did all the things a normal child would do whilst buried in sand. Her Father however, now that was another story all together. The only clue to his past she had, sat motionless inside a glass Cabinet. A suit of what could possibly be called Armor. It had been there for as long as she could remember, taunting her being out of her reach. For hours she used to look at it and wonder, thinking of the Stories it could hold. Sadly, whenever the Purple Haired young girl asked her Father about the Armor, he would always use the same Reply. "Not till you're Older Kid". So, she grew up, Matured, wondering about his past, his stories and more importantly, the Armor that still sat in that glass display case. Mocking her with its Cruel indifference. The information she sought would find her at the age of sixteen.


She was sat sprawled across the floor reading a book when she found out, being lazy as it were. Her Father had been watching her watching his Armor, he'd remembered all the questions and comments she'd said in the past regarding the suit. The time had come to inform her of his past. He walked in out of the blue, and literally picked her up by the waist and placed her on a chair as to make her pay attention. He sat across from her and looked rather serious, despite always looking a little strange. A funny kind of Strange. In his hand was a Box, a cardboard box, but closed. She could tell what he was going to say was of importance by the stern tone of his voice. So, she sat upright, legs crossed engrossed in the story.


As it turned out, her father back in the day was a well-known Bounty Hunter. And although he didn't start out as one, regaling her with stories of failure and challenges, as the story continued her smile grew and grew. When he mentioned the Armor in all its, at the time, dusty beaten-up glory she almost skipped a beat of her heart. He'd acquired it from a merchant, an old broken helmet, soon fixed and upgraded with her father's skill of invention. All the failures and mistakes vanished the moment he pushed his head inside of it, feeling reborn, like a new man. From then on, her f...


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And then she remembered, where she was, what had happened, and exactly how long she'd been stranded on the unnamed island she had called home for the last 3 years of life. Walking through the dense jungle and overgrown plants all around coated in the grime and tattered clothing someone who’d spent three years, alone on an uncharted and forgotten island would cause. Past the wreckage of the Hoshi pirates grand ship that by then had decayed over time, a ship destroyed in a grand battle between her old crew and the world government. A battle where all but Shisha herself had lost their lives, only surviving from the sacrifice of her loyal mechanical friends from Robles. Forming a shell around her during the last thing she remembered, that world shattering explosion that struck the side of the gunnery section of the ship. The next thing she remembered, being on that dam island. Stranded, alone and mourning the loss of her Nakama.

That hellish island full of savage, yet somehow fluffy, monsters. Deadly plant life and worst of all, the remains of her old Crew, strewn around the beach and wreckage of her old ship. For years she remained on the island, having constructed a small dwelling, a workshop fashioned from the local materials. Consuming the local plant life and animals for survival. Although the latter was much harder to catch and consume, considering they were trying the same with her at almost all times. Years of toxic reactions to the fruit growing there. On her spare time she would daydream of her old life, before all this had happened. Face down working on her father's old Shotgun, her only remaining link to him and her past. During the wrecking of her old ship the weapon along with everything she had before had been either catastrophically damaged, or outright destroyed, lost to the tides. The weapon had been split in half, Mechanisms obliterated beyond repair. Deciding to instead reuse the parts and make use of the local supplies of this island to fashion her own, a gun split on two, double pistols. The visor on her fathers helmet has been cracked, rendered unusable. Eventually replacing it with materials from the ship, a short term stand in for a proper replacement. She would only stop to pause and look over at the skull on her table, her Captains, Nakamura Kane. The time spent alone had gotten to her, often having one sided conversation with it and metal apparitions of her long dead Nakama, screaming at her angrily in twisted forms that sometimes she struggled to make sense of. Sometimes so bad she would shoot at the ghostly apparitions to protect herself, only to realize it would do nothing.

One day though, she decided enough was enough. She began constructing a simple raft in between fighting off the monstrous fluffy animals of the island and her own psychological demons. Weeks spent in all forms of weather, often working through the nights to build the simple floating platform in hopes of being found in open water. Eventually it was finished, she had packed up everything, was ready to drift off and away from the island. But she stopped, paused, then grabbed the skull of her captain. After a few hours of work she backed up, looking over the graves of her old crew, having finally given them the proper burial they deserved. Maybe it was the excitement of leaving, the hunger since she hadn't eaten yet, or a million other reasons... but she didn't see or hear the voices the whole time, or after for a while. Eventually though they returned, constantly voicing anger while she floated around, hoping for rescue.

It was during her routine days of Running from monstrous animals that she stumbled across something that would forever change her life however. Coming from a slip and fall off a slimed mossy surface. Falling and landing on something making a large mechanical CLANG. Pulling herself up off it to drop down and pull away the forest that had grown around it off. There sat the old rusted body of a large mechanical Automaton. She spent week obsessively working on the robot, using the bits and pieces of her old robotic companions from back in the day, her little robot friends from Robles, even in robotic destruction assisting their friend from beyond the gears. Using those components to slowly repair the hulk back to working order. However despite her best work, its AI unit was badly damaged. The apparent high intelligence it had now gone, barely functioning. As it Rose from its seated place of rest, it beeped. And only Beeped. Its way of communication having being eroded fully by rust. As it got up it looked down at her, eyes lighting up, a beam of light moving over Shisha before its beeping slowed down to a much happier lighter sounding Beep. From then on, The robot named OX-21 (Encoded on his rear ventilation unit) protected her from the islands monstrous animals, giving Shisha time to work on him, herself and a way off the island.