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| Subject: Scott Spencer Mon Aug 22, 2011 5:33 pm | |
| -Simple Information-Name: Scott Spencer Also known as: Thcott Thpencer (sometimes even Thpenther), weirdo, creep, tailor, hey you Age: 25 Species: Human Gender: Male Loyalty: Marine Affiliation: Marine Occupation: Recruit, actually Tailor Bounty: none* Specialty: Devilfruit user, as a Tailor he likes to think he's a bit of a jack of all trades, though he does like to design and sew evening gowns. Goals: Make it as a marine in his fathers stead, go back to being a tailor afterwards. He doesn't realise how much his life lacks any sort of real goal. Funds: 200.000 Beli* Level: zero^ Posts till next level: 12/15* -Appearance information-Physical appearance: (one paragraph minimum per category): Body: Scott is about 6'2'' tall, though he tends to hunch, which makes him seem smaller and generally less impressive and more like a sad loser. Well, at least until he notices he's hunching again, in which case he makes sure to stand as straight as possible (which lasts for about five minutes until he starts hunching again). It's a shame, really, since he actually has nothing to be ashamed of. He's a slim individual, though he has started to train a bit to be able to join the marine, which leaves him with some unimpressive muscles. He's still a bit of a lightweight for his size and condition, his weight being about 70 kg. He has long, slim hands and fingers which don't look like they'd be good at firing weapons. When he doesn't use them to sew, he usually keeps them in front of him in some defensive gesture, fidgeting, picking on them or cleaning his nails absent mindedly until he realises it makes him look even less manly than usual, at which point he usually buries them deep in his pockets or just crosses his arms over his chest. His legs seem a little longer that usual, which is one of the things he's thankful for, since it makes him a better runner. He has a slim ribcage and shoulders, though they are starting to look less whimpy than he thinks, especially now that he's started to train. They have taken on an almost elegant look, though he doesn't really appreciate that. Face: Scotts face is mostly pleasant, soft, slim and symmetrical, though it does have a square, strong jawline which would almost be manly, if only his body language didn't remind everyone of his absolute unmanlieness. He has light gray, narrow eyes, the kind that could really have a fantastic stinging look to them,but he mostly uses them to dodge other peoples looks, to stare whenever he thinks they can't see him, or to kind of look like a lost puppy. Even though he's really good at all of those, especially staring, they still make him look a little colder than he really is, and more dangerous than he wants to appear. The eyebrows above them are straight and of a slightly darker colour than his hair, almost looking like dark brown. In addition to his eyes, he unknowingly knits said eyebrows almost always, especially when he's concentrating, which includes whenever he's sewing. It doesn't help it that he's a bit shortsightened, and thus often squints when he's looking at something far off. Generally, the look on his face just doesn't make him look very approachable or friendly, and mixed with his body language, it even manages to have him come off as creepy or weird sometimes, which is something he definitely does not want to come off as. His nose is long and slender, but not many people pay attention to it. Scott feels he doesn't have many reasons to laugh, so the corners of his almost feminie looking lips mostly remain a bit down, though not noticably. Hair: Scott keeps his hair short, only an inch longer than a buzzcut. Mostly, it's for better managability, since his hair isn't exactly easy to comb or... anything, really, but also because now that he has to move a lot and even fight, he feels it would only get in the way. That, and he's in the military now, at least kind of, and the short ponytail he had before had to go in favour of a vain attempt to fit in better. Save to say, it didn't do that much, but he doesn't miss having longer hair at all. The hair itself is a light shade of purple at the tips, and a darker shade at the roots, though the difference isn't great enough to seem unnatural. When it was longer, the ends used to be frizzy and split a lot, and to Scott, that's just another reason to keep it short. At his young age, he already shows the slight signs of a widows peak, which will most likely become noticable by the time he turns thirty. He also sports very short, straight sideburns, not even reaching past his ears. Other than that, he doesn't have any facial hair, and doesn't plan on getting any. Non visual information: (include details of voice, voice pitch, vocal range, any smells, feelings, and yes even tastes if its important, this section has a minimum of three sentences) Scott doesn't talk much. He really doesn't. This is because of the lisp he's had since he was a kid and which he's deeply ashamed of. It's also a great shame, ince he has a nice voice. With a bit of training and a bit of luck, he could have been a singer, even. His voice is slightly deeper than normal and very soothing, even more so because when he does speak, it's usually only slightly louder than a whisper. Despite him not liking it, when he does talk, he always sounds very calm and doesn't change the pitch of his voice much. It's like he's trying to calm people he talks to down so they don't try and attack him in any way. He doesn't really smell of that much, though the smell of clean cloth has probably become part of him. Lately, he's picked up a certain smell of fresh sea air as well. As for tastes... People don't try to taste him a lot. He thinks it's a nice thing that people don't come up to him and lick him. If they were, however, he'd most likely not taste that bad. Salty, most likely. And cold. He tends to have very cold skin, though that doesn't bother him all that much. Extra features: Scott doesn't really have many obvious extra features. He does, however, have one slim scar above his right eye. It runs from slightly right to his eye across his eyebrow and stops barely an inch above it. Clothing: (include all clothing detail, the material, color, thickness, fitting and position of all garments they wear and anything the carry on their person, please describe at leist three outfits, one paragraph minimum) The outfit Scott wears for work is, of course, his marine uniform. It's the standard uniform for the lower ranks: a white shirt without arms and the word 'Marine', as well as a stilized seagull on it, a blue neckerchief, and dark blue, long pants worn with black boots. Additionally, of course, he got a white basebal cap with 'Marine' written on the fron, which he wears gladly. Scott wears the uniform not with pride, but at least correctly. When it comes to clothes, he knows his stuff, so it fits him neatly and is always in good shape. When off work, Scott has various outfits, though he mostly goes for plain shirts and pants, maybe sweaters when he's somewhere cold. One of his favourites is a light teal sweatshirt made out of cotton. It looks boring, but it's comfortable. When in a warm environment and somehow still inclined to wear it, he simply rolls up the sleeves. With it, he often wears dark, long pants and comfortable black shoes. For being a tailor, he notacably lacks in style, but at least he makes sure his clothes are always clean and don't have any holes. There aren't many special occasions in Scotts life, but just in case there might be, he keeps a suit as well. It's a very old suit, which used to belong to his father until he became too fat to wear it, and is now his sons prized possession. Safe to say it's a bit old fashioned, but it's the only one he has, and it is still sufficable in his eyes. He made a few modifications to it though. It's black, with a sleek look to it. The material is mostly fine, high quality cotton, but the inside of the jacket is made out of silk, which makes it very cnice to wear, not to mention that it looks nice when visible (this is one of the things he changed about it). The pants are long and also black, though there's no silk anywhere on them. To go along with the suit, Scott made a white, very thin silk shirt. He likes it a lot... To round the outfit off, he has the old, black bowtie to go along with it, which he found all right and didn't modify, as well as black leather shoes which he never wears save for said special occasions. -Personality information-Personality Overview:Scotts biggest problem may be his low self esteem. It's not crippling, it doesn't turn him into a quivering pile of self loathing, but it's there, and it doesn't make things any easier on him. He tries to hide it, god knows he does. He feels like, since he's a part of the army now, he should somehow be tougher than he feels most of the time, and he tries to act the part so hard. Whenever he notices any sort of nervous or whimpy behaviour from himself, he tries to cover it up as quickly as he can. Too bad he is basically kept together by the strings of the self-loathing he feels because he's unable to be more like the person he wants to be. So he tries to cover it up with dry sarcasm, showing his realitic (or rather, realistic pessimistic) outlook to the world and acting like the dislike he gets for it doesn't bother him at all. Such statements are pretty much all people ever get from him, since he doesn't talk much, and so he doesn't have many friends. His outlook isn't healthy for him either, it brings him down a lot, since he often ends up discouraging himself through discouraging others, or really only discouraging himself. This is especially apparent when he does want to get close to someone. In that case, he wants to talk to them even less, afraid of having nothing to say just as much as having something to say. So, if talking isn't an option, then what is? Scott, if he's really serious, tries a different route. He makes them smaller presents. Pictures, maybe, or letters (though that's rare), sometimes he even designs and sews clothes, just for them. The problem with that is that he's aware of the creepy vibe this might give, and so he often doesn't have it in him to send tell them he was the one who send them, and sends them anonymously. He's also aware that this makes the whole gesture even creepier, and so he often gives up on forming relationships of any kind before he's even tried. It's too bad, really, since he's such a sweet person once you get to know him and he's not, well... afraid of you anymore. Once he drops the walls he forms of mistrust and acid tongued jabs, it turns out there's nothing he wouldn't do for those he cares about. Though if those people do disappoint him, in his eyes, they're going to be mortal enemies forever. Or at least until they can convince him otherwise, which is pretty much impossible. When it comes to pirates, he hates them no more or less than he seems to hate everyone else. Really, he kind of prefers them to others in a way, they just never get tired of proving him right in his view of humanity in general. Not that he would really rather like to hang out with them instead of the marines he keeps company, but he somehow feels they're more honest in their obnoxiousness than other people he interacts with, or rather, tries not to interact with. Likes, Dislikes, Hopes and Fears: Likes: Most of all, Scott likes to create things. He's the happiest person in the world if he can only find someone to sew one of his gowns for, or even just any piece of clothing. They don't even have to wear it, he just wants them to like it. Anyone, really. He likes it when his work gets acknowledged. He likes it when anyone finds something good in him. The only exception to this is destroying things. It's just the opposite of what he likes to do. That's probably why he isn't a good fighter. The only exception to this are people who give him a good reason to hate them. Like, really, really hate them. Which is easy, he supposes. On a completely unrelated note, he likes alliterations. Dislikes: Scott likes to act as though he dislikes people. That's only partly true, while he certainly dislikes a vast part of them, he's mainly afraid of them. Whenever someone laughs, he automatically thinks they're laughing at him, and whenever someone looks at him, he must have done something strange. He tries to act like he doesn't even care, but those small things are really important to him. More than the people who he thinks are judging him, he fears the people who really are. It's really, really easy to hurt him, sensitive man that he is, and so he often shys away from people. When he does open to them a little, though, and they hurt or use him, then that's his worst nightmare coming true. He can get really spiteful and openly aggressive then to hide how hurt he really is by their behaviour, then cry about his dumbness later. It's almost bipolar how sudden his mood chagnes in such situations... -History information-** 1. Early childhood - Spoiler:
On a small island close to Reverse Mountain, the very island where, in an event that would shake the world, the pirate king himself would be executed only years later, a seamstress and a retired soldier had a child. The fathers name was Oliver Spencer, the mothers name was Miranda, and they named the child, their baby son Scott (mostly because they liked the sound of the name). The small family wasn't exactly rich, with Mirandas job not being the most well payed, and Oliver being rendered unable for most jobs, as he was rendered useless in his last one, due to the loss of his left arm (the family, of course couldn't afford cyborg parts), but nevertheless, they were content with what they had, and when Scott grew up, so would he be. It soon became appearant that the young boy had a bit of a lisp, which Miranda found incredibly cute, and the other children his age, incredibly hilarious. Scott was a sensitive child, and, worse than that, didn't really understand what was so funny, only that it was something he had done. Now children are able to clearly tell when people are laughing with them and when they are laughing about them, and Scott knew very well that he wasn't laughing, and that, thus, this sort of laughter must be hostile. He was a very lonely child, not because the others would really not play with him, but because he would not play with them.
2.Finding things to fear - Spoiler:
At that age, the kids didn't really mind Scott not playing with them, but kids grew, and kids could become observant, and cruel. And maybe it was just their way to try and make contact, but they noticed Scott would almost always be alone, and while some of them decided to just leave him be, some of them instead thought about how he had no one to stand up for him, and how he was a pretty small and wimpy looking kid with a lisp that no one liked anyway. Kids being kids, they also remembered the fun they've had with him before, and they decided it was time for some more fun. Scott wasn't the most exciting choice, he couldn't fight and, at that point, he couldn't really run that fast, but he was the most obvious choice around, and besides, whenever he tried to fight them verbally, which he didn't do often, they would have a good laugh. During the following three years, Scott learned to run, and he learned to fear, and he learned to mistrust and to hate and to keep his mouth shut. It was almost like a present from the gods when one day, they had caught up with him again, and they went just a little too far. Before they knew it, he was on the ground, unconcious, blood pouring from his forhead. Save to say, it was the shock of their lives. They ran, and Scott was found a little later by a passing couple and brought to the hospital. The wound was stitched up and he was picked up by his mother the next day. She was tearing up, almost hysterical, after all she didn't know what had happened. But the doctors calmed her down, her boy only had a slight concussion and would have to stay home for a bit. The message made Scott smile a bit through the pain. After that, he stopped talking for a long time, and the bullies had become nervous around him, obviously feeling guilty about their deeds. They hadn't meant to go that far, Scott understands today, and he doesn't hate them any more than he did back then. There was more of a cold feeling of gratification that now, they'd have to accept him as a human being. The small scar he has kept as a souvenir reminds him of that time daily.
3. Finding things to love - Spoiler:
During his time being bullied, there was one thing, one ray of light in Scotts life. That was his family, or rather, his mother. Until today, he has an almost angelic view of her... Not only was she, he thought, the one person in the world who really loved him, not to mention, of course, the most beautiful person he had ever known (and everyone who couldn't see that was an idiot), but she also taught him about what he came to love so much: Her job. Naturally, he didn't want to go out to play with the other kids, and after begging her for almost an hour, the exasperated guardian gave in and took him to work instead. For a while, he just watched, and when she was in a good mood, she would explain what she was doing to him. Soon, he would try to imitate her, especially after those days he came home exhausted and covered in bruises, and would have to once again try and convince his parents he had just fallen down again, because being bullied was just so unmanly, and he was sure his fatehr wouldn't want his son to be a whimp. Sewing calmed him, and he got better and better at it until soon, he was what she called her little creative genius. Of course, he had started out with drawing pictures before he had taken up sewing, and naturally, he soon started drawing his own creations and tried his hand on them, as well. Miniatures, all of them, doll dresses made from leftover cloth his mother would bring home for him. They didn't have the money for such an extravagant hobby, though they could sell some of the small dresses to the little girls. Scott had been afraid his father would think bad of him for such a girly hobby, but quite the contrary, he would smile and say the boy took after his mother.
4.Adolescence - Spoiler:
Of course, his juvenile years were full of trouble and confusion, as they always are, of love requited and unrequited, though mostly the latter, as his methods were very much the same back then as tehy are now. He did learn how to write plenty pretty poems and long, longing letters. Other than the many broken hearts and crushed dreams typical for this time of life, there was, of course, school. Scott was an average student, not because he wasn't smart, but because of his remarkable unremarkableness when it came to any verbal contributions to the subjects. What saved him were his good exams, his great essays, and his wonderfully done projects, as long as they weren't the kind that would need him to say anything. He had decided on his career of choice anyway, he wanted to be a tailor, start a business right when he got out of school, which he did. It went more or less swimmingly, he was kind of popular soon, but had a long way to go if he wanted to make real money. Nevertheless, he was content.
5.Turning point - Spoiler:
Scott didn't really have a hand for business. Often, he would sell garments he had sewn literally for a smile and an apple. The praise was more than enough payment for him. He loved his life, at least as much as someone with his level of self loathing could. What he hadn't counted on were the moods of the higher ups, the real high ups, the ones who only had to reach out their hands to get a high five from various deities trying to get their hands on some of that glamour. Why should he? He was a small fry, a poor tailor with debts to pay off, and his perception wasn't good enough to see that high. He couldn't have counted on what some of them wold think of when boredom struck one fine day. Here they were, Katherin and Leopold von Rosberg, nobles of the highest class, with a lot of time on their hands and nothing to do, when they got their hands on something rather peculiar. Something one could peel, eat, and which came at the prize of 100.000.000 Beli, a prize which they payed. Now, they could have eaten that little beauty themselves, but what did they want with powers, they already had all the power they desired. Besides, it would be a shame if they would never be able to use their swimming pool again. Next up, they could have fed it to one of their slaves, but where would the fun in that be? Sure, he'd learn some new party tricks, but they had slaves with devilfruit powers, and they got boring after a while. So, they decided to make a bet. They would search someone out, low class, poor, reasonably intelligent and honest, and they would give them the fruit. Leopold was absolutely sure that it would only be a matter of time until they knew what they had gotten their hands on, and sell it. Katherin, on the other hand, thought no one of such low class would ever have the resources to find the nature of the fruit, and would sell it way beyond the prize. So, they send one of their vassals to find a person to give their little possession to. This person wasn't Scott, of course, that would have been ridiculous. It was a shipwreck who had been lucky enough to have enough money for the bare necessities, and was now looking forward to building a new life up in Logue Town. He was low class enough to have no resources to help him find out th fruits identity, honest enough to want to pay for the things he bought, and intelligent enough both to know not to eat a strange looking fruit he had gotten from someone he had met on the street, an know where any man who wanted to become respectable had to start. If you wanted to get anywhere in the world, you needed a good suit. Of course, this man, Prosper van Groot was his name, which neither Scott nor the nobles would remember, couldn't afford anything from the high class stores. He needed to start out small, and Scotts small, run down shop was known for high quality and low prizes. One can easily imagine how the exchange went down. Prosper was a friendly man with a good eye for fashion. Scott was so charmed by him and the praise he had for his creations, honest praise, he could tell, that he didn't want his money. But Prosper, being the honest man he was, could simply not leave without giving the poor man at least some sort of payment. So he offered Scott the strange fruit. Who knew, maybe it was worth something after all? He certainly didn't have use for it. Scott, after being a bit reluctant at first, finally accepted this as payment, and the two men never crossed ways again. When Prosper came back a year later to repay the young tailor properly, Scott was long gone. But back to our protagonist. Of course he ate the fruit, that very day in fact. Lack of money had him never reject any kind of food offerd to him for free. The fruit was actually very enjoyable, and there was plenty of it to be had, so Scott had half of it for lunch and half of it for dinner.
6. Strangeness and a certain responsibility - Spoiler:
Scott didn't notice the change right away, of course. He felt a bit sick the day after he had eaten the fruit, but payed it no more thought and headed to work as usual. Only two weeks later did he accidentally activate his powers, when he felt the lady behind the counter was really, really judging him with her flirtatious looks. Was she mocking him? It was then that he felt both a bit angry and incredibly insecure. He wished he had something to make her stop looking at him like that, it made him uncomfortable. Was there something on his face? When he extended his hand to take his change, something formed on his palm. He looked at it for a moment, then closed his hand as quickly as he could, which got him strange looks (real ones, this time) all around. He grabbed his change and left the shop as quickly as he could. That evening, he tried to concentrate on the palm of his hand, where he had seen his new power manifest itself first. He spend an hour trying to figure out how to trigger it, and was almost about to give up when he summoned, at last, his first negative hollow. It was more of a relief than a shock. For once, it meant that he wasn't going crazy, and beside that, he now had a companion of sorts, which made him unreasonably happy. Of course he was a bit vary of his powers at first, though he had the cause figured out pretty quickly. He started testing them any occasion he got, and had their use figured out quickly. More than that, though, his parents reactions to them was what changed his mind about his current profession. His fathers reaction, to be exact. For the first time in his life, Scott could feel the retired soldier was genuinely proud of his son. After all he had achieved as a tailor, his father was finally proud of him because he had gained an ability that would help him in.... in what, exactly? Well, from his fathers point of view, in fights. And Scott understood, finally, what his father had really gone through. Being a marine had been the old mans life. He would have given it for this organization without a second thought, but instead, he got fired (early retirement, they called it) when he gave his arm for them. He could never have the career, serve justice as he thought he could. And now Scott had the chance to, despite his physical weakness. He could prove to the old man that even someone people thought useless could make it. And somehow, he thought he owed it to him. Scott knew he still had all his life ahead of him to go back to being a nobody, a tailor. But he only had so much time to help his father, one of the few people he had ever really loved. So, he cut his hair, he trained harder than he ever had before, and one day, he locked his shop and left to become a marine. Normally, he would have been considered too physically weak to join the army. But the marine would not turn down someone with devilfruit powers, and so he got the chance to join up. He was given a duration, a year to prove himself, and then he would officially be part of the marine. Though it wasn't in his nature, Scott lived through that year. He got used to having to wear the uniform, grew to like it, even, and he got used to following orders, and he grew stronger than he had been. After one year, he was allowed to try his hand at the physical exam again, and barely passed (though he was given bonus points because really, the marine didn't want to let the chance of having a devilfruit user in their ranks pass, even an unexperienced one). This brings us to where we are today, then. Relationships with other characters: Miranda Spencer: Scotts mother, who he thinks of as nothing less than an angel. A seamstress. She was the reason Scott grew to love sewing. Oliver Spencer: A retired marine and Scotts father.He was the reason Scott became a marine himself. Prosper van Groot: An honest businessman and former shipwrecked merchant. He gave Scott the devilfruit, though Scott barely remembers him.* -Stats-^
- Strength: 10%
- Endurance:10%
- Speed:10%
- Agility:5%
- Skill: 15%
- Tactical intelligence: 10%
- Practical intelligence: 10%
- Knowledge: 10%
- Perception: 5%
- Charisma and leadership:5%
- Talent: 10%
- Devil fruit control:10%
(Your characters may start with 110% total) -Equipment List-One basic rifle One basic marine sword -Abilities- (Remaining ability points:2) Passive traits: Quick fingers, creative brain: As a tailor, designer, painter or writer, Scott is an expert. Socially awkward: And very much so. Outwardly, Scott is snappy or crushingly realistic, inside, he has problems finding his way through any sort of interaction. Devil Fruit: Horo Horo no MiTalents: Tailor: Sort of an all around artist, really, but sewing is what he really loves. Learned skills: Devil fruit user Basic Marine skills Techniques lists:^ Horo Horo no Mi techniques------------------------------------- ^ = must be updated every time your character levels up * = must be updated every thread ** = must be updated after every story ark
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