RolandName: RolandRoland by gambit508
Birthday: March 15th
Position: Navigator Of The Melting Statue Pirates
Appearance: Has tan muscular skin covered in scars, he has long purple hair tied back in a ponytail of dreads. His purple eyes are small and beady. He wears a blue tank-top underneath a white jacket with red pants. He also wears wraps around his hands and armored shoes
Personality: He is a gruff and intimidating person, commonly keeping silent unless he feels he can trust the people. He has a strong sense of loyalty to Alex and will not tolerate harsh words against him or the crew. Also he's scared of foxes
Dream: To see the world
Jolly Roger: A simple triangular mark with three slashes on each side
Abilities/Powers: Has superhumanly strong fists which he uses in a boxing style
Daniels MorganName: Daniels MorganDaniels Morgan by gambit508
Epithet: "The Rave"
Birthday: October 4th
Position: Cook Of The Melting Statue Pirate
Appearance: Morgan is a tall skinny man with perpetually shut eyes. He has long red hair that he keeps brushed behind him and a series of tattoos including a blue heart on his cheek and a white rose on his shoulder. On his head, he wears a green and pink striped top hat. He also wears a bright orange vest with a white fur collar over his bare chest, pink pants and purple boots.
Personality: Morgan is the living embodiment of partying. Loud, obnoxious and in-your-face. He's a hopeless flirt, flirting with all despite gender (though he'll quit if asked to). He cares for his friends and is usually the first to try and cheer them up. He views almost anything as a chance to have fun and takes an almost psychotic glee in things such as battles as a result. He also take
SweeneyName: SweeneySweeney by gambit508
Epithet: "Cyan Hornet"
Birthday: July 16
Position: Shipwright of The Melting Statue Pirate
Appearance: Short for his age, Sweeney has a muscular body littered with scars and a series of tribal-esque tattoos that cover his entire body except for his head. His blue hair is kept thick and wild, sticking out from his head at all angles. His eyes are a bright and energetic blue. The only pair of clothing he wears is a worn and tattered pair of jeans
Personality: Sweeney is lazy, spending a lot of time goofing off. He has a very cheerful and goofy personality and tends to not like doing any work. Due to his secluded past, he's pretty naive about other people, believing everyone to be good at heart. He however does hold a strong distaste for anyone who harms or insults ships.
Dream: To build a ship with the wood the legendary "God's Forest"
Jolly Roger: A sku
Complete Draco's Crew Arc GuideYeah...I "borrow" this idea from :icongambit508: Before I get started, there are spoilers a head. You have been warn. Now on with the guide.Complete Draco's Crew Arc Guide by MalchiortheDraco
1. Draco's Crew
a. Escape Loguetown Arc: Start of the story, Jessie joins, and introduce of Roy and Jack the parrot.
b. Omashu Arc: Harry, Ken, and Karai joins and get their first ship, The Azarath
c. Return to Loguetown Arc
d: The Hunter Arc: Roy finally joins, along with his long lost sister, Gwen, Kardra, Ayame, and Jean, the tiger cub.
2. The Path of War and Love
a. Bounty Hunter Arc
b. Warror Island Arc: Introduce of Gar(Garfeild)
c. Cretaceous Park Arc
d. Scath Arc: Introduce of Rae(Rhiannon Antoinette Eanbrolha)
a. The Stingray Arc: Crew separated and introduce of Ishi
b. Lock Up Arc: Ishi join
c. Toxic Reunion Arc: Four members return to the crew, only to find most of the members went to another island, and Gar and Rae finally join
d. Twisted Ruins Arc: Crew become whole again.
4. Warn Down(might change it later on)
There was some humour to the fact that he would die so soon after his journey began, Caulfeld Alex thought as his small ship floated across the endless plane that was the ocean. The man cast a weary gaze out into the distance, the thick fog preventing him from seeing anything. With a sigh, he ran a gloved hand through his short black hair and laid back, the wood creaking as he made himself comfortable. He had planned poorly, he knew that much. Unfortunately he had misjudged the distance between his starting location and the nearest island, some small mining place known as Wilos. The soft lapping of the waves rocked the boat slowly, causing Alex’s body to feel the weariness brought about by a couple days of sailing without food or water. His eyes closed slowly as he started, opening them wide, only for them to close again for good.
“Oi, you okay kid?”
Alex wearily opened his eyes as he stretched his aching body and glanced up at the face that looked to be carved out of stone. The speaker was an aged man, time having weathered his skin and stolen most of his hair. The few strands that clung to his liver spotted skull waved in the wind as the old man gestured at Alex’s boat which was bumping up against a dock that was just as weathered as the man. Alex rose slowly, trying to keep his footing. “Uh, yeah I think so...how did I get here?” Alex asked, looking around. It was a small dock, the largest ship there was a tiny merchant ship used to travel between the local islands in the North Blue. In the distance, he could spy a series of buildings that he assumed to be a town.
“On your boat, I assume” The old man answered as Alex raised an eyebrow and shot a glare. “Alright, alright. Keep your pants on. You probably floated here in the fog last night. It was a thick one, that’s for sure. Couldn’t see five feet out to sea, no sirree. Why, it reminds me of the fog of 1479, now that was a fog. You wouldn’t have been born yet obviously but I was, and let me tell you...” Alex ignored the rest of the man’s ramblings as he climbed onto the dock, brushing off dust from the dark brown coat he wore over a green button-up shirt. He started toward town when the man paused in his reminiscing and held up a hand. “Oi, can’t even let an old man reminisce about the good ol’ days. Man, pirates have sure lost their manners.”
Alex paused in his walking as he glanced back at the old man. “What makes you think I’m a pirate?” He was, after all, but the old man couldn’t know that. Unless they got bounty posters out here? He didn’t think it would’ve, it’s not like he had a large bounty. Plus all he did was escape some no-name Marine mooks. They had rescued him from the island he was stranded on and due to his heritage, they decided to turn him over to some Captain Silon or Seamon or Soron or something like. Some freaky fish guy, he knew that. Not that he had anything against fishmen. Some of his best friends were fishmen. Wait, that’s what you say when you actually are racist, Alex thought. And I’m pretty sure I don’t actually know any fishmen anyway.
As this all went through his head, Alex didn’t realize the old man was laughing a snaggletoothed laugh. “Don’t worry about it kid, I just assume anybody travelling these waters nowadays are pirates. Especially alone. If you were a Marine, you’d have more people with ya and if you were a merchant, you’d have a larger ship to carry your cargo. You’re too ill-equipped to be a mercenary and we have no reasons for revolutionaries or assassins to show up” The old man rubbed his chin, “You could be a treasure hunter”
Alex chuckled this time, “Aren’t treasure hunters just pirates who are too nice to steal?. Eh, old man?” Somewhere an ocean away, a large man wielding an axe sneezed, drawing a glare from the blonde swordsmen next to him.
“Oi, quit with that old man stuff. I have a name, my name is Borus Oscar Bruce. My friends call me Bob.” Bob reached out an arthritic hand for Alex to shake.
Alex glanced at the hand skeptically before accepting it, “Nice to meet you...Bob. So what is this place anyway?”
A sigh escaped Alex’s lips as he gestured towards the town. “The island, what is the island called.”
“Ahhhhh” Bob grinned as he turned towards the town with a stumbling lurch. “That my friend is the crystal town of the North, Wilos Island.” Alex grinned, so he made it after all. That was good to know. He would need to pick up some supplies here, and probably a crewmember, but first he needed to take care of a need of the utmost urgency. A necessity that no pirate could go without. Something that everyone who made his living on the sea made sure to always have.
Alex turned to Bob as he nodded towards the town, “So Bob...where’s the bar?”
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Favourite cartoon character: Whitebeard, Deadpool
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