Name: Jay Rateshi
Age: 20
Bounty: 20,000 Belli
Species: Human
Occupation: Musician technically
Allegiance: Un-aligned but more toward Piracy
Home Village/Ocean: East Blue
Appearance: Standing at a fairly tall 5ft 10” this cocky looking fighter has yellow eyes often with a certain flare or ‘fire’ about them especially when excited about something. He has gleaming white teeth and a bandage on his lower left cheek. His hair although not insane (especially by Anime standards) stands spiked out without any product and seems to have a life of its own, especially in a breeze.
Underneath his hair and above his eyes is a scarlet red bandana, and the most prized possession of our protagonist poster and if looked at is easily noted to be tatty, ragged and worth throwing away, however if asked you would find out why it is the way it is.
Jay doesn’t wear a ‘shirt’ as such more just a white and gold trimmed jacket and not actual gold just the color, with parts of black on the inside of it. The edges of his shoulder where a sleeve would appear have been frayed or torn, however it is obvious that it was on purpose as to give a ‘tough guy’ sort of look and suits the look of the jacket rather well.
On our fighters well toned left arm is a belt, wrapped around his bicep and triceps area, however this only appears when Jay is using his Bo staff and when not is around his chest going diagonally from his top right shoulder to his lower torso and left waist, where on his back holds the Metal Bo staff.
His trousers again torn baggy and generally well worn start at the waste frayed, is tied and held up by a piece of cloth similar but obviously more new and less tattered than the bandana it was chosen to look like. Down his right leg is an orange pattern something similar to a tribal tattoo.
Lastly on our fighters left side of his toned muscled chest is a red tattoo that comes across and down to his naval again nothing special, unless asked, just to the ordinary on-looker as a tribal design.
His shoes are of a navy blue and red design not covering Jay’s toes as he ‘wants to feel the earth he fights on’ when walking or running, or doing his thing, and from his elbow down across his hands are white-grey (depending on their dirtiness) bandages
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History: *to all PC’s I don’t want you reading this until the IC time is right, however I expect that won’t stop people reading, and I doubt anyone will metagame (use knowledge of his past) but I always at least put this note here
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A Brief historyThere was a small tribe on a small island in north blue, and back in the day it was well known for such a small place as it was said to give some of the best marines/pirates to have in a fight, when they left however as no pirate dared go near incase of marines and vice versa the awaiting factions had to wait until the members set sail and pick them up that way.
Early Life:Jay had a nice home, loving parents and a guardian of an older brother, always trying to keep the little scamp from trouble, however half the time he managed to squirm from under the watchful eye of his brother and go find himself a ‘worthy opponent’ and from a young age showed a great fascination with fist fighting, and stick/staff fighting. Two of the lesser appreciated forms of ‘warrior’ from this island.
However that never stopped young Jay getting into fights, taking on larger more trained kids, that wanted to be sword fighters, knife throwers or snipers and the like and less than half the time he’d stand victorious, if not beaten more than a kid should have.
His brother always tried to get him to choose a weapon with some grace, swords, chakrams, daggers axes or spears, however deep down Jay never really liked ‘deadly weapons’ as he later classed them as and always preferred headless (broken) spears, and eventually his brother gave in and helped him learn some ways to hold his own with some form of skill and grave with a staff, but Jay being the cocky and defiant type of boy he was wandered off to fight with his hands.
Later Life:As a teenager(younger teenager 13-15) Jay had gotten a name for himself in the village as being one of the best fighters in the village, the best being his brother who by now Jay looked up to as if he was some form of god, as do many younger brothers do their elder siblings, and had even gotten the Staff to be recognized as a decent weapon especially as someone insulted it and be beat them with it, despite the opponent and reciprocate of the beating being a master in bushido.
As Jay progressed his body become more toned especially through puberty, and both Jay and his brother become better known across the sea from their island, as people left with stories of their skill from the village, and little did he know it, but that got the attention of a very, evil, eye.
Recent past:It was the year his brother was due to have his leave or stay choice of the island elders, whether to leave and go into the world and make his or her mark on the world, or to stay and help the island train better youths to send and influence the world, and given a year to decide where their heart lay, across the ocean blue or within their home. Always a difficult decision for most, however Jay’s brother had decided and planned for them to meet up with pirates and become famous.
Both a navy captain, greedy of wanting a stronger unit to get his promotions, and a vile pirate captain had heard of the brothers exploits, and wanted them for their own reasons. Needless to say their gall forced them to the island which both sides (Naval and Pirate) swore they wouldn’t go near incase of the loss of such great warriors.
The two large ships spotted each other immediately and began to open fire, sending cannonball after cannonball into each other and across the village decimating the innocent civilians land side. The elders, adults and oldest of the warriors formed on the shore, and once they had done properly both Navy and Pirate had amassed on each end of the beach, orders on either side to kill all but the two brothers,
The fatal flaw in both captains’ plans was that they didn’t know who the brothers were or even looked like, other than the various quotes of “They are the best I’ve seen”. The detail of the gore cannot be described as Jay watched his family, friends be slaughtered by Pirates and Naval officers.
The plan succeeded however as both Jay and his brother were forced into the fray, Jay hadn’t seen real combat with people who really wanted to do harm but most of his training paid off with no serious injuries upon him, as with his brother. The two were back to back as two large figures approached them from opposite sides.
The captains both stood with and arm and an open hand promising that they would come with them, however Jay’s brother pushed him down and spoke of honor, and deceit, and gave a few insults to either of them as he drew his weapon. Needless to say the Navy captain didn’t like being spoken too as a child, nor having his title smeared, he lost it and drew a flintlock pistol on the back of Jay’s brother, firing without hesitation in a blind rage, figuring if he couldn’t have these two no one would.
The captain knew this would come and took advantage of it, shooting the captain down moments after Jay’s brother crumpled on top of him, now the only noise was a whimpering of a young man next to the dying body of his brother, his warm crimson blood pouring over Jay. The last words, which Jay now lives by came with a rasp “Be the best, have more honor than these.” Before his brother handed Jay his bandana, his now crimson stained bandana, and before the Captain dragged him off. The day had taken its toll on that young man, still but a boy mentally, but as his mind processed it he grew, and became the one we know today.
It took him two years before Jay got the chance to get off that ship, after stealing a metal staff from the armory he made it to shore, under nourished, beaten and nearly broken, however the words of his brother those two years ago rang as strong then in his escape as they did on that beach, and it pushed the fighter to the nearest two, beyond a jungle and into hiding.
The pirates left, not knowing that their ‘precious cargo’ wasn’t aboard, and now a few months down the line the boy sailed to a new island to start his training, to be the best, the best the sea will know. For his brother. For his family. For the ashes of his home.
Personality: Most of the time when our young-ish fighter is wandering around he seems care free, looking up at the sky, most would call him a lay about, a vagabond, or a street urchin, however he’s much to cheery for that. For instance when speaking to him in the bar, when he’s sober he’s cheery polite friendly and the like.
When drunk he becomes increasingly more lecherous and perverted, staring at womens breasts, talking about them and when completely wasted even trying to grab a hold, if he feels up to it.
He can be quite stubborn when in an argument, and even very argumentative at the best of times, but he goes about it in a cheeky way and although is smiling and being rather soft toned and friendly he’ll be disagreeing until his victim in the argument to be snaps, in which he’ll seem aggressive but in the comical way.
However when in a fight, or with the promise of a strong opponent Jay becomes almost sinister, as he becomes incredibly determined to beat this guy and show that he is a notch above anything, or so he believes. When fighting he’ll still be loud mouthed and cocky as to try and throw off his opponent, make him slip up, but moments until the fight he will show a great deal of respect .
Which of course is faked, as respect is incredibly hard earned in this one, if you know his past you know why however to most trying to order him around he will become cold, uncaring an even violent.
Ship: N/A
Ship Flag: N/A
Devil Fruit: Haven’t got one
type: (only if you have a devil fruit)
effect: (only if you have a devil fruit)
Special Abilities: His hand to hand style varies on the situation from either a standard boxing form to various types of Kung Fu Jay has picked up over his exploits.
His Staff form however is rather reminiscent of the Bo staff form used by Shaolin in our modern day, but again forms tend to change and adapt depending on the situation and opponent
Learned Techniques (Keep it 1-25): None thus far,
Weapons/Items: Other than what this little brawler has on him clothes wise the only other item/weapon he has is a metal staff which stands just a bit higher than he does at a 6ft height, it is three centimeter’s in diameter and has often gone against an average marine sword without being cut in twain, however that isn’t to say that a stronger quality of sword, or power of swordsman cannot do just that.
Goals: To become the greatest fist and staff fighter the sea has known, and to avenge his brother’s death
Fri Jun 10, 2011 1:48 pm