GoreFish
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 | Subject: Hector Stavros  Wed Mar 02, 2011 12:24 pm | |
| Name: Hector Stavros Age: 28 Bounty: 16.000.000 Species: Merman Occupation: none Allegiance: A pirate who kind of wants to be a marine Home Village/Ocean: the ocean... Appearance: Hector is a mediterranean moray merman, and therefore his fishtail is long and kind of slim when compared to the rest of his body (since he's a male, it won't split). It doesn't have a tail fin, but a long dorsal fin beginning on his lower neck and stretching all the way down to the end of his tail. It's the highest on his lower back, then starts decreasing in size again slowly on its way down. It doesn't seem to have any bones in it, and he can easily push it down and wear shirts over it, though it wouldn't do his swimming much good.The entire tail is amazingly flexible though, he can even tie knots in it without hurting himself. His fish parts (tail and dorsal fin) are dark brown in colour, with lighter and darker yellow to gold spots all over it. His human upper body is tanned, though not in an unnatural way (more in an “I'm in the sun a lot“ way), and quite muscular. Especially his shoulders are broad, and he has a thick neck, though you can clearly see his muscles aren't just for show, and had the right assets for this kind of muscles from birth. On his shoulder, he has the tatoo of his parents sign, which marks them as part of their crew. They had it made shortly after his birth, and it shows a (very mean looking) tribal style fish resembling a dragonfish-piranha cross, if such a thing even existed. He sometimes covers it up with some bandages, but normally just leaves it open. Aside from two belts which his weapons are hanging from whenever he isn't using them, the bandage is the only thing he wears. His waist, when compared to his chest and shoulders, is rather slim, though it isn't less muscular. Only judging from the waist and tail, Hector could just as well be a normal eel merman, what gives him away as a moray are his shoulders, neck, dorsal fin, that he is a little broader than the typical eel overall and his face. Not that it's a fishs face, mind you, it looks human, and perfectly fine that way if you ask him. It's an angular, kind of handsome face in its own right. Hector has a slight overbite, but not anything to look out of the ordinary (for a human). On his head, he has very, very short, curly (though it's too short to really tell right away), very light blonde hair. His eyes are the only thing on his face that don't look entirely human. They're entirely pale yellow, only the slim pupils are black. Another inhuman thread is revealed when he opens his mouth: Being a moray, he is a predatory kind of fish, and therefore has predatory teeth. In his case, they're like pinpointed, long needles rather than the jagged teeth sharks have. They also don't really form such a tight row. The ones in the front are the biggest, though still ridiculously small when compared to other fishmens teeth. They're curved in a way that makes it almost impossible for a pray he has in his fangs to be let go of, something made worse by the screwbite morays tend to have (though he doesn't really need it anymore, it's just something evolution has given the lucky morays and fishpersons thereof for hunting purposes). Another thing morays tend to have in their mouth (or rather in their neck), is a second set of jaws, which can be extended from the morays (and Hectors) throat at will to rip off pieces of whatever is stuck in the first set at that time (true fact...). History: (put in spoilers because of lenght, tell me and I'll add a short version) - Spoiler:
Hector was literally born for piracy. Or, even more literally: He was born into piracy.
Both of his parents are pirates, feared ones at that. They lead a crew of ruthless scumbags, the scavengers, which actually describes the moral level of most of their actions pretty well.
His mother: "Crimson" Anna Stavros, a bounty of 120.000.000, feared all over the grandline and a dragonfish mermaid. His father: Gavriil Stavros, proud holder of a bounty of 85.000.000, frilled shark fishman and her first mate. Hector wasn't their first child, he has a big brother and furthermore four younger sisters, all of them pirates. The reason, you ask? Why, it's nurture of course.
The children had been born on a pirate ship, raised on a pirate ship, and when they were grown up, they either got their own ship and started their own pirate crew, or they stayed right there with mommy and daddy in the family business.
His brother, Iason, is even about to take it over... at least when their parents are dead.
It's not like Hector didn't like it there. He loved it as a child. Every day held something new, islands he had never seen before, each different from the other.
But it was also a harsh childhood, not only because of its dangers (since, let's face it: how much does a child really fear danger instead of loving adventure), but also because of the strictness.
Hector has heard of pirate crews that are aloof and disorganized. He still, to this day, has troubles believing it. The typical pirate crew he knew had a harder drill to it than some marine bases have. It was important, it thaught him how to survive on his own, or worse, in a group.
There were two things his parents are absolutely sure of:
1. Dreamers are idiots who'll get crushed or woken by reality sooner or later.
2. If a fishman is ten times the strenght of a human, then shouldn't he be ten times the worth?
Hector got raised with these ideals, and he took them in. Especially the one about dreamers.
He lived by the rules of his parents, the only rules he knew, worked for them, murdered and robbed in their names, and helped them do many other things, and yes, occasionally, he was just with them and his siblings as a family, laughed, talked, and cried ( though that last thing was generally not looked kindly upon much more by his brother than his parents).
The entire crew was made out of fishmen or merfolk, and so, it was a strange moment when Hector laid eyes on a human for the first time, not in battle, but in everyday life.
Up until then, his family wouldn't take him on land with them, and he never really felt the need to. Why go to a place where he'd be handicapped by his own body, after all?
But that time, when his curiousness took over, he came on land with his family when they needed to restock on food and medicine, despite his brothers heavy protest, since he ended up being the one to carry him.
It was a wondrous sight to him, the houses and gardens, trees and many animals he had never seen before. The water, which was strange and even unsettling to humans was well known to him, but this made him feel like a new born, even though he was already twenty at that time.
When his family (though not complete, it was just him, his parents, his brother Iason and his younger sister Helena) arrived at the towns main square, he realised for the first time how people were staring. They were fearful, and he could tell that fear was the only reason they were accepted there. They even got their food for free! (Iason would laugh at him later for the assumption that the humans were just giving them food out of their own free will)
After this strange, yet somehow enchanting meeting with the other race, Hector grew more and more confused, but also curious about them. He would come on land with his parents whenever he could, just to learn more.
Not even two months later, there was an island that had a surprise in store for them.
Iason and Hector were going on about their own business (Iason wanted a drink, and Hector really wanted to see more of the city), when something rather peculiar happened. Iason had, after a while, abandoned him with some shady excuse (which Hector was used to by now). He had left him before, and Hector knew what a big bully his brother was, and that this'd end up looking like a test in the end.
So, sitting there, unable to do much more than crawl (god, he hated being unable to move properly),
he met someone. Someone who would stick in his mind for a long time.
Wearing a dress of pale green, her raven hair tied loosely, ornated with red roses and shining in the sun, which, judging by her delicately pale skin, she hadn't seen often, a woman came down the road. There were men with her, men in shining armour, with weapons. And the humans left and right of the way bowed.
He had seen human females before, but none had been quite... like this. Her presence made his breath fade, and though his heart was beating so fast, he was sure, had her blue eyes just met his for a moment, it would have stopped doing so entirely. There was a true aura of grace and virtue surrounding her.
She came down the road, him in the middle of it, and all the humans moved t the side to let her through... but Hector couldn't move. Even if he had been able to, he wouldn't have done it.
He stared at her as if he had forgotten that he was, in fact, sitting in her way.
After a while, she was standing steps away from him, just barely out of his reach. Hector continued staring until one of the men finally spoke up in a more than annoyed voice. He was told to leave right away. No, really? He would have loved to. But unfortunately, he had no legs to walk away on, and he'd do hell to crawl through the dirt before the human men. That was exactly what he told the guard, who, as an answer, wasn't exactly understanding. He pointed his gun at Hectors head, ready to pull the trigger, when the female told him to stop.
She cast Hector a last look, curious, but not unkind, and just walked around him, with the disappointed soldiers following her.
Hector looked after her, then, he didn't know why, he called after her, and the whole street went quiet.
"Hey!"
It was one of those moments where the whole world seemed to hold its breath. After a few seconds, the young female turned around.
"Yes?"
Hector didn't really know what to say. He hadn't thought about it. So he said the first thing that came to mind, without thinking.
"You're beautiful."
If the street had been dead quiet before, it was way beyond that now. Everyone was staring at them, waiting what would happen. The soldier who had talked to Hector before grabbed his gun again.
"Why, you little... know your place, fish!"
Hector hissed and wanted to make another snappy remark, but the female moved her hand and silenced both of them. Hector didn't even know why he went quiet.
She smiled warmly.
"Thank you, young merman."
"Hector."
He corrected automatically. The female nodded.
"Thank you, Hector. My name is Josefine. I hope you will enjoy your stay here."
She turned away again when Hector decided to push his luck just a little more.
"Care to give me a hand here, Josy?"
The guards seemed about ready to explode, and Hector had to smirk seeing how insane he drove them. But still, the female, Josefine, kept them back, and slowly Hector started to think about how he could use this.
Josefine gave one of the guards a sign, and he looked at her unbelievingly a few seconds before walking over to Hector and picking him up (which obviously caused him some trouble, since Hector wasn't really a lightweight).
They dropped him off at the beach. He was the first of his family to have come back, thank god, since he wasn't entirely sure how they would have reacted had they found out he had been helped by humans.
On the way there, he had found out Josefine was a quiet, mature, a little shy girl, and that she loved the merfolk, which explained why she had helped him. Seemingly, not a lot of mermen dropped by on the island, and so she was sad when he told her he'd have to leave already.
After a rather awkward silence, he got himself to suggest him coming back here sometime and visit.
Josefine agreed gladly, and with that they bid farewell.
Hector waited til she was out of sight, then slapped himself hard.
Coming back here wouldn't be a problem, no. But why would he do that? Humans were inferior to him, yet he had treated the woman with respect, let her help him, and had then even, in a whimsical excuse made up to see her again, agreed to help her with her studies by coming back.
Stupid! And even more than that, what if his parents ever found out?
However, he could not back out now... A promise was a promise, and promises were binding even to the likes of him or his family.
The next days proved to be more uncomfortable than anything Hector had ever imagined. He wasn't sure whether or not he really wanted to go back, and it was hard to judge from which point it wouldnb't be suspicious to his crew any more if he suddenly left (trips by family members, even for days or weeks were nothing out of the usual, but he had to avoid the connection being made at all costs). Much worse than that, he really wanted to see Josefine again, but at the same time, his nurture told him how below him it was and how much of a disgrace those feelings'd make him. So... surpress the feelings and break the promise or go back and risk... oh, so much?
And on top of all that, he had to act like nothing was wrong at all, to avoid anyone drawing attention. Finally, on the fourth day, his impatience got the better of him, and he made a quick good bye to the crew before heading out on his own.
It took him one more day to get back to the island, to their meeting spot, but it was already late, and so he wasn't surprised (though a little disappointed) to see she wasn't there. He spend the night in the harbor, recovering from the journey. When he woke up in the morning, it hadn't even dawned yet, but he found himself impatient already. Had she forgotten? Would she arrive? When? What would he do if she did?
Josefine arrived three hours later, which was still extremely early, and it kind of dawned to him that she must have done it all those five days.
Once more, her presence was overwhelming. Sure, she wasn't wearing the same dress, and she had a different hairstyle, but now he realised all the more: it hadn't been her getup he had been so impressed about.
Their greeting was... a bit awkward on his part, but not unfriendly. They stayed at the harbor, Hector in the water, and Josefine sitting on one of the benches closeby. And they just talked.
Hector didn't know anything about those studies of hers, or if this was actually part of it. But before he knew it, he started warming up to the human girl.
He got to know she was some sort of noble, that her family ruled this town, and that it actually made them one of the smaller families, that her mother was from east blue actually and that she had a little sister. And he told her about the places he had been, about the ocean and, of course, of the merfolk he belonged to.
Before they knew it, it was already midday, and they were both rather hungry. Normally, Hector would simply caught a fish (survival, people), but Josefine insisted on taking him to one of the small restaurants around. It was pretty clear she had planned for this, since she had a wheelchair with her.
Still, it was hard to get Hector out of the water (the easy part) and into the wheelchair.
Though, he had to admit, it was a comfortable wheelchair, and the food they got was good. They went to the town after that, and though Hector had seen it before, it looked entirely different now, that he was seeing it with Josefine, and heard the stories she had to tell about it.
All in all, he didn't know how this kind of thing would help her with any studies she might conduct, but it had been a happy day, a nice day, and he had been happy just listening to her and looking at her for a while. And this put him into a conflict. She was a human. He couldn't even remotely like her, but now he found himself missing her one minute after their ways had parted.
Despite her inviatation to live at her families mansion, he said he'd prefer staying in the harbors water. He hated himself for it, but hadn't he always learned not to trust humans? And her mansion was at the other end of town, in the steep hills that marked the towns end. No water around.
Hector spent three more days at the town, talking to Josefine mostly, laughing with her... One time, she really carefully asked if she could take a look at his tail, and he had nothing against it. That was the only thing resembling a study in his mind, and it was over pretty quickly.
The more he stayed with her, the more his feelings towards her grew. But the more confused he got as well. This felt right, but it also felt so horribly wrong. Nothing he had ever learned, nothing he knew ever said this was right in any way. It was so wrong, it didn't even have to be brought up. It was the first most rule, like breathing. Humans are inferior. How could he even begin to feel this way about one?
On the morning of the fourth day, after a sleepless night arguing with himself over what was right and what was wrong, he left without saying goodbye. He just couldn't take any of this anymore.
It took him about six days until he arrived at the meeting point of the crew (a small, rocky island without much to eat, in the middly of the ocean. Humans wouldn't surive long, but for fishmen, it wasn't such a big problem). They would stop by there every two weeks or so, but it seemed he had just barely missed them, since he had to spend one and a half there, waiting for them.
When they finally arrived, he felt weirdly save, but also had a bad concience about what he had done.
For a few weeks, it went well. Though Hectors conflicting feelings about Josefine didn't cease, his consiense kept him from doing anything. Until one night, it was that bad concience that drove him to talk to his mother. He told her everything, about Josefine and the time they had spent together. After he was done, his mother stayed quiet for some time, and he was afraid she would yell or, even worse, just throw him out. But when she spoke, her voice was calm, though it was shaking a little with hardly surpressed anger. She asked him if he wanted this to end. Hector didn't even need time to think. Yes, he wanted this to end. It was the worst he had ever felt, not being sure of anything anymore. Was what he had been taught wrong? Was something not quite well with his head? Everything he knew was being doubted by his own heart right now, and it confused and scared him.
His mother told him she'd talk it over with his father, that they'd take care of his problem, and if he didn't want to come, then he didn't have to. He asked what they were going to do.
And his mother said they were going to erase the problem by erasing its cause once and for all.
Hector understood what she meant. A part of him cried out in terror inside, but there were so many other parts, some screaming out of joy, some just relieved it would be over soon, and a big, big one which was just afraid of what would happen if this didn't end.
He didn't go with them when they went to end his problem. He had wanted to, but couldn't bring himself to.
So he waited for them to return on the usual waiting spot. After they picked him up, no word was ever lost about the matter again.
But it continued. During the next five years (until Hector was about 26), Hector found himself falling for human girls often, from crushes to love (which happened... twice, but still counts), and slowly it dawned to him that he could, maybe, possibly, have a thing for human females. He tried so hard to fall in love with a fishwoman or a mermaid, but the harder he tried, the more he found himself drawn towards humans. It was also made harder by the fact that the only females in his crew were his sisters, his mother and two other girls... And one of those girls was with his brother... There just weren't a lot to chose from.
He kept his mouth shut about his... new found vice, one emberassment had been enough (especially since he still had nightmares about the events he hadn't actually ever witnessed), and he really didn't want to know what his parents would say when they found out that he had those special, er, tastes.
And then, another problem was added to his list: Though he didn't ever admit or show it, he was feeling lonely. There was no one to talk to from the bottom of his heart anymore, not now, and he knew he could never get in touch with any of the girls he liked, out of fear for their and his own safety... So, he became more and more of a quiet, solitary person. Spend a lot of his time away from the ship, alone in the ocean, to avoid spitting any of his secrets, which kept piling up, out to his parents.
Though, ironically, him having much hated trouble with the second rule made him more and more of an adept in using the first one: Dreams are for losers, and they will be crushed or woken up by reality at some point.
It was true. It had proven to be true with Josefine, it had proven to be true every time after that. Dreams were like glass marbles shattering on the stone ground that was his reality, and their splinters had pierced his heart more than once.
If all they caused was confusion and hurt, why have them at all?
He would have been more than glad to abandon them. But every time he fell for a girl, they started popping up again, and slowly, but steadily, he started to hate them, the girls for causing them, and himself for letting them in his heart.
Too bad his parents weren't idiots. They both knew something was going on, but had decided to ignore it. If their son wasn't able to deal with it himself, then he wasn't even worth of their genes.
His brother, though, saw his big chance. Hector was the second son, and one of his mothers favourites when it came to who should take over the crew. With him out of the way, he could concentrate on besting Helena and Megara and actually have a real chance of becoming the next captain.
Unbeknown to Hector, he followed him (though Hector noticed how Iason seemed to be so much better with having to carry him around now), studied every single one of his moves, his looks, his behaviours. And Iason wasn't stupid either. He had soon figured out what weighed his brother down so much. And, though he did find it a little hard to believe, it fit with his plans just perfectly.
One week and a long talk between Iason and his mother later, Hector was called by her for a talk.
She confronted him with the facts she had heard from his brother. And this time, she was angry.
Hector didn't know how to react, so he didn't react at all. He just listened while his mother told him their solution, and at the same time, his punishment: All the girls Iason had remembered Hector behaving suspiciously around were going to be erased, so that Hector would learn, once and for all, that human girls were not the right choice for him.
And so it happened. Or maybe it did, Hector would never know. He ran. Like he had before, when his problem with Josefine had been solved.
Though one might argue whether or not it was the better choice for him. Seeing the girls dead would mean knowing they were dead. Knowing how they had died. This way, he didn't know anything, and thus, it was all left to his imagination. And when it came to such things, Hector had been blessed with a huge imagination.
But what to do now, that he wasn't part of his parents crew any more? He definitely didn't want to meet up with them again. Who knew what they'd do...
For a while, Hector continued his travels, and saw the world from a different point of view. Seeing the pain people were suffering, humans just as much as fishmen, the discrimination, for the first time, getting in touch with slavery, and actually getting to see the marine as something else than just enemies to kill.
And he started to think: Maybe not everything was lost. He couldn't fight the pain, or the discrimination, or his families crew all alone. But maybe there was an alternative to running. That one alternative, from his point of view, was the marine.
Joining the marine would mean more acceptance of his race... It also meant protection, and maybe, maybe it meant revenge. Though Hector forgot quickly about that last part. He knew he would never be able to take revenge on his family, even if he was twenty times their strenght. They were, well, his family. And they meant well, didn't they?
Wanting to be a marine, he knew, was stupid. Not in this lifetime, not with his bounty, would he ever be let in. But it didn't hurt to ask.... Over and over again. And in the meantime, killing a weak pirate here and there and cashing the bounty would have to do as revenge...
Personality:Hector seems to be, after certain events, in conflict with everything, especially himself. Where he used to be a hardcore believer and follower of his parents rules (1. dreamers are losers, 2. fishmen are just superior.), he is now innerly disrupted and confused, trying to hold on to his old headstrongness and absolute certainity, but unable to get rid of his doubts about everything and everyone. He invariably blames himself for things, and that makes him mad at himself (so... he's mad at himself because he's blaming himself for what has happened, only to get mad for getting mad). A lot of inner aggression, paired up with a lot of insecureness and fear. Bad combination. Inside, Hector is a highly fickle, instable person, ever insecure about what he can or can't blame on himself, and what is right or wrong. He also has a severe case of self-hatred sometimes,which he really can't help. To be exact, he has started to hate a lot of things, but it all stems from this self-hatred. From being cheerful and sociable, Hector has grown into a solitary, cross person who is often perceived as scary and makes people around him uncomfortable. He tries to act like he doesn't give a damn, and can just live on his own, but really, at heart he's still as sociable as ever, and he feels really lonely often. He also misses his family a bit (for which, again, he gets mad at himself). Still, as much as he has tried, he can't seem to get rid of his fascination for humans, or the irresistible attraction human females still have on him. He tries to hide it as well as he can, with snarky, sometimes even mean comments and acting like he doesn't even need anyone. He really tries so hard to be a racist, but he's not suited for being one... ...Poor boy really needs a hug... Ship: What for?! Ship Flag: yeah, no. Devil Fruit: none Special Abilities: Besides his claw, Hector uses several ropes to fight (though mostly overwater), which he can also utilize to tie people up in the meanest, most unsolvable ways. His fighting style focuses on keeping opponents in place, which has been his role in his families crew, in most cases he's a supporting member in a fight, but can hold his own if he has to. If he does have to kill, it'll most likely be highly brutal, messy and disgusting. It's what happens when someone uses techniques that weren't invented for offense, let alone killing, for exactly that. As he is a merman, by utilizing his speed combined with his knowledge and the natural advantage, Hector is an enemy to be afraid (I mean, really) of underwater. The prize he has to pay for it is him being almost entirely useless on land, due to his unmobility and inability to dodge. He can still use his rope tricks, but someone else will have to take over most attacks. Learned Techniques : Bowline knot: A rope ties around an opponents wrist. It can be used to slam him to the ground or pull him closer. It's mostly used long range and requires some skill. Half-Knot Air drive: similiar to Bowline Knot, only the rope is tied around the opponents neck this time. It can choke him, and he can be slammed into the ground headfirst. Basically a meaner form of Bowline Knot. Death by Pressure Plunge: By far the easiest (and least messy) way for Hector to actually kill someone, he grabs the enemy (who must be human, or else it won't work) and pulls him down into the dephts of the ocean with him. Aside from the obvious lack of air, the pressure will, at some point, be too much, especially since it changes even faster at Hectors swimming speed. The victim ill be knocked out or die from this pressure. Combined with his claw and ropes to keep the opponent from freeing itself, it's by far Hectors most devastating technique. Instant grappling hook: Easy. Tie one of the ropes to the hook-claw, and what do you get? A grappling hook, and it only takes a few seconds to make. Now, there may not be so many situations to use it in, but if needed, it'll be easily accessable. Weapons/Items: Ropes Hook ClawGoals: Hector isn't even sure about what he wants. Maybe he has to figure out that first, before anything else.
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