Post by Fox on Dec 19, 2023 15:43:34 GMT -5
Hertz D. Wolfric
Name: Hertz D. Wolfric
Other Names:
Epithet: Wolf Fang
Height: 5’9” (175 cm)
Build: Athletic
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Occupation: Pirate
Crew: Captain of the Wolf Fang Pirates
Bounty: N/A
Total X-Poinz: 1,371
Used X-Poinz: 200
{Full XPz Breakdown}
Earned X-Poinz Record:
+400 (Starting XPz)
+971 (Overhaul XPz)
-200 (Tsuku Tsuku no Mi)
Aspect Voucher Record:
+3 (Starting Aspect Vouchers)
+1 (1k XPz Earned Voucher)
-1 (Spirited Blows - T1 Aspect)
-1 (Battle Scars - T1 Aspect)
-1 (Gotta Get There in Time! - T1 Aspect)
-1 (Fighting Spirit - T1 Aspect)
Remaining Aspect Vouchers: 0
Technique Voucher Record:
+2 (Paramecia Purchase)
-1 (Haunt Haunt Eject)
-1 (Haunt Haunt Reject)
Remaining Technique Vouchers: 0
Earned X-Poinz Record:
+400 (Starting XPz)
+971 (Overhaul XPz)
-200 (Tsuku Tsuku no Mi)
Aspect Voucher Record:
+3 (Starting Aspect Vouchers)
+1 (1k XPz Earned Voucher)
-1 (Spirited Blows - T1 Aspect)
-1 (Battle Scars - T1 Aspect)
-1 (Gotta Get There in Time! - T1 Aspect)
-1 (Fighting Spirit - T1 Aspect)
Remaining Aspect Vouchers: 0
Technique Voucher Record:
+2 (Paramecia Purchase)
-1 (Haunt Haunt Eject)
-1 (Haunt Haunt Reject)
Remaining Technique Vouchers: 0
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Personality
Ambitious
Happy-Go-Lucky
Directionally-Challenged
Glutton
Charismatic
Cat Lover
Personnel File
}Personality
Ambitious
Wolfric has big dreams and big ambitions. She wants to be the freest person in the world and claim the title of King of the Pirates for herself. She won’t compromise when it comes to her ideals and is willing to face down whoever she has to face to achieve her dreams and the dreams of her crewmates.
Happy-Go-Lucky
Facing the world with a carefree attitude, Wolfric lives in the moment. She has fun and enjoys everything around her to its fullest. Taking in everything the wide world has to offer, she won’t be stopped! If something catches her eye, she’ll be off in that direction in an instant.
Directionally-Challenged
Wolfric has issues finding her way around places. If the place that she’s supposed to go is in one direction, she’ll almost certainly somehow go the complete opposite way. She’s not so hopeless as to get lost when she can see which way to go, so she often tries to find the high ground.
Glutton
Food is one of life’s greatest joys for Wolfric. She can ingest vast quantities of food that would make lesser humans explode. Meat and meat dishes, in particular, are her favorite, but she loves just about anything put in front of her. Even if the food is actually rancid, she’ll still enjoy it somehow. Such is the mystery of her digestive system.
Charismatic
Wolfric has a natural magnetism that draws people to her. She’ll always stand by her friends and their convictions. When people are in trouble, she usually can’t help but help them. She takes charge when she decides on something. Overall, she just has a generally positive aura surrounding her at all times.
Cat Lover
Wolfric adores all things feline. She loves the way that kitty cats’ ears twitch. She loves their poofy tails or lack of tails. Tigers, lions, house cats, it doesn’t really matter. Wolfric loves them all. She’d probably keep a ship full of kittens if her crew let her.
Appearance
Wolfric is muscular with tanned skin and bright blue eyes. Her long, wild hair is a silvery gray, which stands out as a stark contrast between her darker skin. She has two little tufts of hair that stick out like wolf ears. Her body is covered in scars from head to toe. The most notable of which are the scar over her right eye and the brand that she keeps covered on her back. She generally wears a blue tube top with blue Capri pants and sandals. She wears a blue sash as a belt and generally hangs her weapons off of the sash.
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Soul Shift
Focus: Devil Fruit, Hand-to-Hand, Weapon Mastery
Description:
Combat Data
}Fighting Styles
Soul Shift
Focus: Devil Fruit, Hand-to-Hand, Weapon Mastery
Description:
Combining the versatility and unorthodox nature of her Devil Fruit and the hard lessons in the gladiatorial arena that allow her to intuitively understand how to wield most weapons to deal maximum damage, Wolfric has developed a singularly unique fighting style all her own. She deals powerful blows with whatever she uses to attack, launching at her opponent at various odd angles. Her Devil Fruit provides her with an astonishing amount of offense, defense, and utility! There's no telling how she'll come at an opponent next, only that it's gonna hurt!
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Spirited Blows
Tier ★
Strength
Battle Scars
Tier ★
Toughness
Gotta Get There in Time!
Tier ★
Speed
Fighting Spirit
Tier ★
Stamina
Aspects
}Spirited Blows
Tier ★
Strength
Having been through countless battles, Wolfric has built up her strength to inhuman levels. She can wield two-handed weapons in one hand, lift boulders, and perform other feats of strength that no normal person could hope to. With her fiery willpower, Wolfric can even smash through hard material by mustering up all of her strength behind the attack.
Battle Scars
Tier ★
Toughness
Scarred and rugged, Wolfric’s body tells the story of her tenacity. She has a tolerance for pain forged from battle that helps her persevere in battle even when she takes injuries that would cripple or incapacitate anyone else. She doesn’t take as much damage from attacks as others and can just endure more than anyone else. She might succumb to her injuries eventually, but she’ll always go down fighting!
Gotta Get There in Time!
Tier ★
Speed
Wolfric's just a bundle of energy, capable of pushing herself really hard. As a result of this, her antics have honed her natural agility and speed. She's a lot faster than an ordinary person and very hard to hit or pin down as a result.
Fighting Spirit
Tier ★
Stamina
Whether it be through sheer grit or determination, Wolfric just doesn't stay down. She's got stamina in spades and can keep fighting long after an ordinary person would have collapsed from exhaustion. She has literal buckets of energy and a wellspring of grit that she can draw upon should the need arise. Her body just won't give up just like her spirit.
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Possession
Tier ★
Body and Soul
Tier ★
Tsuku Tsuku no Mi
}The Tsuku Tsuku no Mi resembles a dragon fruit. The main body of the fruit is a purplish white that changes to a pale, sickly blue on the leafy stalks. The Devil Fruit characteristic swirls are large and wispy, twirling and winding up onto the leafy stalks. The pulp of the fruit is a ghostly white that smells pleasant but tastes like raw sewage.
Possession
Tier ★
The Devil Fruit user has the ability to possess inanimate objects by physically entering them or touching them and getting sucked into them. They may eject themselves from the object or eject the object from themselves. Haunting an object makes the user invulnerable to all forms of attack with the exception of Haki based attacks.
Body and Soul
Tier ★
The Devil Fruit user’s body and soul are one and the same, merged together inseparably by the Devil Fruit’s abilities. As a result, the Devil Fruit user can freely animate any object they are possessing in order to move. This allows the object to bend and stretch in unnatural ways without causing damage to the object. For example, possessing a table could let the user run around like a horse, bending the legs of the table as if they were legs.
{
Name: Haunt Haunt Eject
Aspect(s): Possession ★, Spirited Blows ★
Description:
Name: Haunt Haunt Reject
Aspect(s): Possession ★, Spirited Blows ★
Description:
Techniques
}Name: Haunt Haunt Eject
Aspect(s): Possession ★, Spirited Blows ★
Description:
Wolfric launches herself out of an object that she’s possessing like a cannonball, launching herself in a direction of her choosing with significant force and power to plow through obstacles.
Name: Haunt Haunt Reject
Aspect(s): Possession ★, Spirited Blows ★
Description:
While possessing an object, Wolfric angles herself up just right and then launches the object away from her like a cannonball to strike at distant foes with significant force and power to plow through obstacles.
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Background
}Hailing from the Lyneel Kingdom in the North Blue, Wolfric grew up happily in a small, remote village. Her father, Vaun Hertz, was a captain in the Marines. He was usually not home, off protecting the North Blue from greedy pirates. Her mother, Celine Hertz, took care of her almost entirely by herself. Whenever her dad would visit, he’d smother the both of them with love, but his devotion to his work irked a young Wolfric, especially when her mom got sick. Her mother’s sickness didn’t stop Wolfric from causing trouble around the village, but she did what she could to help out.
One day, a group of pirates made land at the port. These were the Ember Pirates, led by their fiery lady captain. They often hung around the tavern and enjoyed long nights drinking away. Wolfric was immediately drawn to them and listened with rapt attention to their stories of adventure and freedom, filling her head with dreams of the sea. At first, Wolfric’s interest had just been to spite her absentee dad, but the more time that she spent with Ember and her crew, the more that interest flourished into big, bright dreams. Ember and Wolfric grew especially close during their time at her village. Wolfric often challenged Ember for captainhood of her crew, and every time Wolfric was sent flying into the water.
Wolfric ran off to visit the Ember Pirates on the day that they were supposed to leave town, which was coincidentally also the day that her dad was coming home for a visit. She made a promise with Ember that she would meet her on the Grand Line and become King of the Pirates. On her way home, Wolfric was caught by some slavers who happened to be passing through, knocked out and tossed into a burlap sack. When her dad finally arrived, he was met with a distraught Celine. At the same time, the owner of the tavern, Cocomi, ran to tell the Ember Pirates that Wolfric had been kidnapped.
Ember and her crew shipped out in a hurry, but Wolfric’s father Vaun thought that the Ember Pirates had taken his baby girl away. The two engaged in a ship battle while the slavers with Wolfric got further and further away. When Wolfric woke up next, she was in chains, alone, and scared. She cried out for someone to help her, but that just earned her a crack of the whip.
Shipped and carted off to the Red Line, Wolfric was sold at auction to the highest bidder as a “fighter” after having bit one of her captors’ hands. Her new master, Saint Marguerite, was a Celestial Dragon who took great pleasure in blood sports, unfortunately for Wolfric, and spared no expense to keep her toys in line. Wolfric was fitted with an explosive collar, and it only took trying to get it off once to never want to try it again. She was also given a brand on her back that would forever mark her as the property of the Celestial Dragons.
Thrown into a coliseum on the Red Line, Wolfric fought tooth and nail just to survive. She learned very quickly how to use and fight against a variety of weapons, but not without her fair share of scars to prove it. Her defiant streak never totally faded as she fought, refusing to finish off opponents and taking every opportunity to spite Saint Marguerite. She was always brought back into line with a simple beep of her explosive collar, but Wolfric never stopped trying to find a way to escape. Saint Marguerite enjoyed watching her attempts.
The years passed, and eventually, Wolfric saw an opportunity - for a meal. Saint Marguerite had brought in a strange looking swirly fruit that Wolfric thought looked delicious. She snuck into where Saint Marguerite kept it and gobbled it down in one bite. She gagged and coughed when the taste hit her tongue. Wolfric heard the guards coming and hastily hid, accidentally activating her power and possessing a suit of armor.
She stood stock still as the guards burst through the door and looked around, saying something about not here. Wolfric was confused until she heard the telltale sounds of gunshots and the clang of swords. Something was going on! Wolfric wasn’t super sure what exactly, but she took the opportunity to use her new powers to slip out of her collar.
Creeping out of the room, Wolfric ran back to the slave quarters, sensing their opportunity to escape. When she got there, she freed the others by possessing their bomb collars and just opening them. Freed from their binds, one of the older gladiators that Wolfric had grown close to organized everyone in a mad dash of escape. In the chaos, Wolfric lost track of her former friends as they scattered and fled for their lives. Wolfric, in particular, managed to stow away on a merchant ship heading out to the North Blue, heading off to freedom and new adventures. She was finally free and more determined than ever to become King of the Pirates!
One day, a group of pirates made land at the port. These were the Ember Pirates, led by their fiery lady captain. They often hung around the tavern and enjoyed long nights drinking away. Wolfric was immediately drawn to them and listened with rapt attention to their stories of adventure and freedom, filling her head with dreams of the sea. At first, Wolfric’s interest had just been to spite her absentee dad, but the more time that she spent with Ember and her crew, the more that interest flourished into big, bright dreams. Ember and Wolfric grew especially close during their time at her village. Wolfric often challenged Ember for captainhood of her crew, and every time Wolfric was sent flying into the water.
Wolfric ran off to visit the Ember Pirates on the day that they were supposed to leave town, which was coincidentally also the day that her dad was coming home for a visit. She made a promise with Ember that she would meet her on the Grand Line and become King of the Pirates. On her way home, Wolfric was caught by some slavers who happened to be passing through, knocked out and tossed into a burlap sack. When her dad finally arrived, he was met with a distraught Celine. At the same time, the owner of the tavern, Cocomi, ran to tell the Ember Pirates that Wolfric had been kidnapped.
Ember and her crew shipped out in a hurry, but Wolfric’s father Vaun thought that the Ember Pirates had taken his baby girl away. The two engaged in a ship battle while the slavers with Wolfric got further and further away. When Wolfric woke up next, she was in chains, alone, and scared. She cried out for someone to help her, but that just earned her a crack of the whip.
Shipped and carted off to the Red Line, Wolfric was sold at auction to the highest bidder as a “fighter” after having bit one of her captors’ hands. Her new master, Saint Marguerite, was a Celestial Dragon who took great pleasure in blood sports, unfortunately for Wolfric, and spared no expense to keep her toys in line. Wolfric was fitted with an explosive collar, and it only took trying to get it off once to never want to try it again. She was also given a brand on her back that would forever mark her as the property of the Celestial Dragons.
Thrown into a coliseum on the Red Line, Wolfric fought tooth and nail just to survive. She learned very quickly how to use and fight against a variety of weapons, but not without her fair share of scars to prove it. Her defiant streak never totally faded as she fought, refusing to finish off opponents and taking every opportunity to spite Saint Marguerite. She was always brought back into line with a simple beep of her explosive collar, but Wolfric never stopped trying to find a way to escape. Saint Marguerite enjoyed watching her attempts.
The years passed, and eventually, Wolfric saw an opportunity - for a meal. Saint Marguerite had brought in a strange looking swirly fruit that Wolfric thought looked delicious. She snuck into where Saint Marguerite kept it and gobbled it down in one bite. She gagged and coughed when the taste hit her tongue. Wolfric heard the guards coming and hastily hid, accidentally activating her power and possessing a suit of armor.
She stood stock still as the guards burst through the door and looked around, saying something about not here. Wolfric was confused until she heard the telltale sounds of gunshots and the clang of swords. Something was going on! Wolfric wasn’t super sure what exactly, but she took the opportunity to use her new powers to slip out of her collar.
Creeping out of the room, Wolfric ran back to the slave quarters, sensing their opportunity to escape. When she got there, she freed the others by possessing their bomb collars and just opening them. Freed from their binds, one of the older gladiators that Wolfric had grown close to organized everyone in a mad dash of escape. In the chaos, Wolfric lost track of her former friends as they scattered and fled for their lives. Wolfric, in particular, managed to stow away on a merchant ship heading out to the North Blue, heading off to freedom and new adventures. She was finally free and more determined than ever to become King of the Pirates!
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Adventure Log
}- Little Wolf, Little Wolf!It's Wolfric's eighth birthday. Her dad is coming to visit. She runs into town to spent time with "Ruby Red" Ember and the rest of her pirate friends. On the way home, she's kidnapped by pirates. Both Ember and her Dad, Vaun, rush to save her. However, Vaun thinks that Ember stole Wolfric and engages them in battle. Meanwhile, the real culprits get away. Wolfric meets their captain who tells her that she's going to be sold as a slave.
- Start of a New Adventure! I’m Gonna be King of the Pirates!Wolfric is fished out of the ocean in a barrel on Pikt Archipelago where she hears about a swordsman Yi standing up to the Marine Captain McBain. She busts him out of the stockades and runs through the base to get his sword back before accidentally launching both herself and Yi into the sky with a catapult.
- Between a Loch and a Hard Place! Swimming with the Sharks!Wolfric ends up splashing down into a loch and sinks like a stone. Fortunately, a mermaid named Flo rescues her and takes her to their underwater cove. Wolfric learns of mermaid hunters kidnapping their people and offers to help. Wolfric tracks down the hunters and helps Raige, Flo's husband, defeat them. Unfortunately, their celebration is cut short when Flo is kidnapped by the mermaid hunters' leader! Wolfric and Raige give chase.