Post by Kiarus on Jul 21, 2020 14:20:52 GMT -5
Other Names:–
Epithet:– Kiarus the Hidden Temple
Height:– 6'1
Build:– Athletic, but not bulky
Age:– 26
Gender:– Male
Race:– Human
Occupation:– Bounty Hunter
Bounty/Rank:– E Rank
(Extra Info)
Character Alignment:- Lawful Evil
Character Sign:- Virgo
Date of Birth:- September 6
Commonly Associated Numbers:- Six & Four
Commonly Associated Color:- Green & Purple
Smells Like:- Soft Mint
Favorite Type of Island:- Spacious
Favorite Foods:- Pasta & Poultry
Character Sign:- Virgo
Date of Birth:- September 6
Commonly Associated Numbers:- Six & Four
Commonly Associated Color:- Green & Purple
Smells Like:- Soft Mint
Favorite Type of Island:- Spacious
Favorite Foods:- Pasta & Poultry
Total X-Poinz:– 300
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Personality
Not much can be said about Kiarus now that he's only a shell of his former shelf. Having lost a significant portion of his memories, the former leader of The Creed goes by Kiarus instead of his usual moniker. Following his transformation years back when he consumed his devil fruit, he was overtaken by the radical, intense feelings derived from his fruit and is compelled into constant prayer, meditation, and reflection.
When not engaged with another individual, he can be seen praying and meditating to himself and this is due to his unwavering devotion to himself, his cause, and his God. His God which makes up most of his erratic personality is completely in his head, literally. Upon the loss of his memories and due to the trauma of his devil fruit experience, Drake sporadically catches patches of his memories in his mind and vocalizing them as signs or divine inspirations. This causes him to frequently jump to wild and often wacky speculations and conclusions at the expense of himself and those around him.
In retrospect, Kiarus is also a lot more immature than his former self. Having lost the gross majority of his past and experiences he has reverted back to a young adult in terms of his mentality and focuses. Having so much to learn once again Kiarus is excited about exploring the world and his prior field of cybernetics, engineering, and medicine.
Appearance
Traits
-Insane Toughness (Shind Shind No Mi)
The user of the Shin Shind No Mi like similar devil fruit users are granted neigh impenetrability due to the sheer size and mass encapsulated within them. This gives the user immense durability and resilience to not only physical attacks but also weather, pressure, poisons, and etc. This toughness however is not impregnable nor as high as some of his counter-parts like the Shiro Shiro No mi which specializes in defense. Nonetheless, given the size of the users internal temple, most adversaries would have to come with enough energy, whether physical or elemental to stir a building. Each limb houses 20% of the users constructed towers with the head being the final 20% for perspective of sturdiness.
-Genius Inventor
Even after losing his memories Kiarus has found and rekindled his knack and love for engineering and medicine. Because of his long years working as an engineering and inventor prior, his muscle memory and intuition with electrical and medical devices is beyond his years. Because of this Kiarus is able to create, repair, and use items/weaponry 1 rank above himself.
Fighting Styles
Name:– A Seat Inside
Focus:– Devil Fruit, Scout, Reconnaissance
Class:– E
Description:– During battle, the user of the Shind Shind No Mi sits on the altar in his personal temple inside of himself and watches the battle from the comfort of the innards of his Devil Fruit. This doesn't protect the user from damage however it gives them the ability to fully watch and analyze the battle from both a first and third person perspective. This method or style of fighting gives the user a unique perspective of the battle that allows him to quickly find out weaknesses and areas of openings as well as areas of improvement for himself mid-battle. This is done by the users ability to control the innards of the Shind Shind no Mi, allowing the user to create a visual replica of his opponent in front of him.
At rank E the user is only able to create an internal copy of someone after having contact with them and can only recreate prior actions of the original that have been observed. This includes but is not limited to walking, running, attacking, defending, speaking, and etc. (I.e Can't make mimic walk until observed how the original does or throw a punch unless knows how they have before) At rank E the user only is only able to concentrate and use fighting style while not attacking or defending and can only create a maximum of 1 mimic at a time. Any and all created objects from this FiSt can not exit or affect the outside in any way.
Name:– Religious Warfare
Focus:– Devil Fruit, Support, Buffing & Healing
Class:– E
Description:– This is Kiarus's main method of fighting, though thanks to the nature of his devil fruit, it's has more uses in supporting others and himself as well being an excellent overall travel companion. By directing prayer inside of himself, Kiarus is able to create differing spontaneous occurrences based off Hindu prophetic historical figures and use said prayers to compensate for, reinforce, amplify, and/or as a substitute for a regular means for doing something.(I.e Fire burning when wood runs out, making a material sturdier than usual, turning a last of something into another of that item) This translates to the user being able to buff himself and things outside of himself in the truest sense.
With the entirety of these having zero offensive capabilities, the users fighting style gets its fighting prowess only from rank C and above. This is because in order for the users abilities to have any substantial amount destructive force, he would need a large number of followers praying inside the temple. At rank E the user could pray for divine thunder or a benevolent gust of wind, but it would be no more effective than a lighter lighting a match or a breeze turning a windmill. At Rank E, Kiarus is only able to affect himself and up to 2 people who have pledged inside.
Background
--Ch. I|
Drake history goes far back to that of his childhood. Raised near the top of his class in his studies. He'd never expect to venture down the path of a pirate in his youth. Himself staying focused in the books all he wanted to do was strive forward and become a great doctor for all of the east blue.
That's right
Drake wasn't always a seemingly selfish individual. He was once caring and selfless. Bringing bags of food to the needy and treating the various pets and people around his neighborhood. After finishing middle school and going into high school, Drake had become a well raised young man. His mother passing away in his freshman year, it was only him and his dad. The 'Trialed' combo they said. Drake felt unstoppable. That was until of course...that destined day that the 'Trialed' combo would be put through they're toughest trial yet.
The rain pounded about the ground in a relentless fashion. Beating the earth as if it God was mad at his forsaken wife, Mother Earth. Drake ran through the empty streets, the town devastated and various houses level in place. He gasped hard as the cold of the night constricted his breathing. A painful feeling swelled up in his gut and spiraled throughout his body. He felt numb inside and out but he ran. And he ran hard. He had never knew why the houses were aligned the way they were. In two rows directly across from each other with the town forest at the very end, looking like it was built purposefully.
He stopped at the edge of town to catch his breathe. The night consumed him and every move he made. A terrified scream was blasted out from the forest. Several crows flew from their hidden places among the trees and scattered about the sky. Drake's eyes widened. He couldn't believe what was going on, or why this was happening. He pushed his feet to move on past his limits. It was times at this you wished you had actually attempted at sports and physical training.
Finally entering the forest he came upon a small camp with a fire brewing in the center. It was there that the screams were coming from...
"Where is it!!!...Tell us where your hiding it!" A raspy sounding man yelled out as he struck down once again with his mighty club. The victim was none other the our unfortunate young fellows father. Drake almost yelped but had to keep quiet. His father gasped and groaned in pain. Varied cries of 'I dunno and Honest' rung out in the night air. Drake watched his father suffer several more beatings before the man and his group of 5 moved from that location and deeper into the woods.
Drake quietly approached the camp where his beaten father laid. Slowly approaching he could hear his father moan and groan from the pain. Blood painted his body and tears swelled up within Drake's eyes. He dropped next to his father and cried and cried.
"Father, I'm so sorry I couldn't do anything to save you....I..I'm here. I'm gonna treat you." His father groaned and turned, shaking his head and beginning to cry. Drake scrambled around and ripped off a piece of his sleeve. Bandaging up a few areas to stop the bleeding from his skull and his torso. He used a technique to dramatically increase the speed of blood clotting to stop the bleeding in various parts of his body. Though Drake wasn't stupid. Even though he was a Doctor to be, he knew his father was far from savable in this condition. If only there was a hospital nearby or they were at home he could treat him but this....this was just futile.
"No Dad, I'm gonna save you. Just hold on please. Don't give up...Please..." Drake started to cry again and a single crew member of the 5 came back. A booming 'hey' was heard as he spotted Drake tending to his fathers wounds. The man stepped forward and commenced to beat Drake with his smaller club. Drake was beaten severely. He suffered multiple broken bones throughout his torso and also in his leg. Left bloody the lower crew member went to find their boss to tell him about his find.
While away his father spoke to Drake for the first time in this tragic night. "Drake...My boy...Take this...And eat it. Only one of us can eat it and survive." In his fathers hand was a Devil Fruit. It took the shape of a large awkward shape fruit, mostly brown and mustard in color with tints of olive. The large fruit was about the size of a watermelon and had vertical lines going doing the fruit in a simple swirl pattern.
Drake was amazed but couldn't take it. He wanted his dad to survive. Drake wasn't fatally injured but his dad was. If he took it, he could get out of this alive. The two debated but not for long, they could hear the footsteps of the crew coming back to camp. Drake cried and didn't want to eat it but his dad with the last bit of his strength shoved it into his mouth.
Drake's eyes widened as the surge of energy filled his body. He begun to spasm and glow with that white light. "Live...and be different..." His father said as his final words before leaving this world.
The crew came back to camp to see an enraged youth. Bursting with the fresh power of the Shind Shind No Mi Devil Fruit. His eyes glowing with a white light, he held a powerful aura around him. His body still adjusting to the Devil Fruit. He could feel not only the working of his body to hold the large holy temple that he himself have now become. But he quickly found himself clasping his hands together and prayed hard for justice for his late father.
"AhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
A blue energy swirled around the feet of Drake and it seems his prayers were answered. The clothes on his upper body were blown off and energy tangled around his body. His newly found energy erupted and blasted into the sky creating a great surge of energy.
Everything went white...
Everything went away....
Hours, maybe days later. Drake awoke in that very forest. The sunlight welcoming him to a new day, alive. He looked around, his body laying flat on the solid ground. Next to him lay his deceased father and all around blood painted the area with various body parts scattered about the area.
So it wasn't a dream.
It had happened and Drake was alone. After burying his father he picked himself up and got a fresh change of clothes. After packing up what he could for travel. He set off to travel the rest of the east blue. With his knowledge and his skills he moved on....Sadly...
He was bitter...angry.
His father told him to live and...Be different. How could he be different from the rest of the Devil Fruit People if he was one of them. This was a constant weight on his shoulders as he traveled. It was upon finding his closest friend today, 'Supa - Kutenka', that he realized what he must do. He must rid the world of all other Devil Fruit users so he can be truly different. So he can fulfill his fathers final request to him. It was only right, it was the least he could do, it was the Only thing he would do...
Drake became a pirate, scheming and plotting on how he would carry out this will. He trained and grew stronger in order to set himself in a position of power where he could effectively lead. Create a crew and travel the world. To acquire One Piece. And destroy all Devil Fruit users along the way...
That's right
Drake wasn't always a seemingly selfish individual. He was once caring and selfless. Bringing bags of food to the needy and treating the various pets and people around his neighborhood. After finishing middle school and going into high school, Drake had become a well raised young man. His mother passing away in his freshman year, it was only him and his dad. The 'Trialed' combo they said. Drake felt unstoppable. That was until of course...that destined day that the 'Trialed' combo would be put through they're toughest trial yet.
The rain pounded about the ground in a relentless fashion. Beating the earth as if it God was mad at his forsaken wife, Mother Earth. Drake ran through the empty streets, the town devastated and various houses level in place. He gasped hard as the cold of the night constricted his breathing. A painful feeling swelled up in his gut and spiraled throughout his body. He felt numb inside and out but he ran. And he ran hard. He had never knew why the houses were aligned the way they were. In two rows directly across from each other with the town forest at the very end, looking like it was built purposefully.
He stopped at the edge of town to catch his breathe. The night consumed him and every move he made. A terrified scream was blasted out from the forest. Several crows flew from their hidden places among the trees and scattered about the sky. Drake's eyes widened. He couldn't believe what was going on, or why this was happening. He pushed his feet to move on past his limits. It was times at this you wished you had actually attempted at sports and physical training.
Finally entering the forest he came upon a small camp with a fire brewing in the center. It was there that the screams were coming from...
"Where is it!!!...Tell us where your hiding it!" A raspy sounding man yelled out as he struck down once again with his mighty club. The victim was none other the our unfortunate young fellows father. Drake almost yelped but had to keep quiet. His father gasped and groaned in pain. Varied cries of 'I dunno and Honest' rung out in the night air. Drake watched his father suffer several more beatings before the man and his group of 5 moved from that location and deeper into the woods.
Drake quietly approached the camp where his beaten father laid. Slowly approaching he could hear his father moan and groan from the pain. Blood painted his body and tears swelled up within Drake's eyes. He dropped next to his father and cried and cried.
"Father, I'm so sorry I couldn't do anything to save you....I..I'm here. I'm gonna treat you." His father groaned and turned, shaking his head and beginning to cry. Drake scrambled around and ripped off a piece of his sleeve. Bandaging up a few areas to stop the bleeding from his skull and his torso. He used a technique to dramatically increase the speed of blood clotting to stop the bleeding in various parts of his body. Though Drake wasn't stupid. Even though he was a Doctor to be, he knew his father was far from savable in this condition. If only there was a hospital nearby or they were at home he could treat him but this....this was just futile.
"No Dad, I'm gonna save you. Just hold on please. Don't give up...Please..." Drake started to cry again and a single crew member of the 5 came back. A booming 'hey' was heard as he spotted Drake tending to his fathers wounds. The man stepped forward and commenced to beat Drake with his smaller club. Drake was beaten severely. He suffered multiple broken bones throughout his torso and also in his leg. Left bloody the lower crew member went to find their boss to tell him about his find.
While away his father spoke to Drake for the first time in this tragic night. "Drake...My boy...Take this...And eat it. Only one of us can eat it and survive." In his fathers hand was a Devil Fruit. It took the shape of a large awkward shape fruit, mostly brown and mustard in color with tints of olive. The large fruit was about the size of a watermelon and had vertical lines going doing the fruit in a simple swirl pattern.
Drake was amazed but couldn't take it. He wanted his dad to survive. Drake wasn't fatally injured but his dad was. If he took it, he could get out of this alive. The two debated but not for long, they could hear the footsteps of the crew coming back to camp. Drake cried and didn't want to eat it but his dad with the last bit of his strength shoved it into his mouth.
Drake's eyes widened as the surge of energy filled his body. He begun to spasm and glow with that white light. "Live...and be different..." His father said as his final words before leaving this world.
The crew came back to camp to see an enraged youth. Bursting with the fresh power of the Shind Shind No Mi Devil Fruit. His eyes glowing with a white light, he held a powerful aura around him. His body still adjusting to the Devil Fruit. He could feel not only the working of his body to hold the large holy temple that he himself have now become. But he quickly found himself clasping his hands together and prayed hard for justice for his late father.
"AhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
A blue energy swirled around the feet of Drake and it seems his prayers were answered. The clothes on his upper body were blown off and energy tangled around his body. His newly found energy erupted and blasted into the sky creating a great surge of energy.
Everything went white...
Everything went away....
Hours, maybe days later. Drake awoke in that very forest. The sunlight welcoming him to a new day, alive. He looked around, his body laying flat on the solid ground. Next to him lay his deceased father and all around blood painted the area with various body parts scattered about the area.
So it wasn't a dream.
It had happened and Drake was alone. After burying his father he picked himself up and got a fresh change of clothes. After packing up what he could for travel. He set off to travel the rest of the east blue. With his knowledge and his skills he moved on....Sadly...
He was bitter...angry.
His father told him to live and...Be different. How could he be different from the rest of the Devil Fruit People if he was one of them. This was a constant weight on his shoulders as he traveled. It was upon finding his closest friend today, 'Supa - Kutenka', that he realized what he must do. He must rid the world of all other Devil Fruit users so he can be truly different. So he can fulfill his fathers final request to him. It was only right, it was the least he could do, it was the Only thing he would do...
Drake became a pirate, scheming and plotting on how he would carry out this will. He trained and grew stronger in order to set himself in a position of power where he could effectively lead. Create a crew and travel the world. To acquire One Piece. And destroy all Devil Fruit users along the way...
Ch. II|
TBD
Ch. III|
TBD
Ch. IV | Awaken My Prophet [Present Day]
TBD
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