Bounty hunter :: Edward L. Wolf

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Full Name:Edward L. Wolf
Aliases:Ed, the hat guy, Chef
Date of Birth:19 Mar
Zodiac Sign: Pisces
Sexuality:  Hetero
Crew: 
Alignment: Neutral
Personal Jolly Roger: none yet

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Height: 5ft 7In
Weight: 137 lb
Hair Color: Blonde hair in messy and unkempt manner normally under a hat
Eye Color: iridescent green
Attire: Edward enjoys dressing up for the occasion, the occasion being life in general. He is normally in his black suit and white tie, sporting his black fedora with a broad and sometimes twisted grin.
Abnormalities: He is always wearing a hat, weather its his fedora, a nightcap, a straw hat, he is always wearing one without fail, he also has two long scars across his back running parallel to his spine on either side, from the top of his shoulders to the base of his spine.

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• ✔ he is patient
  
• ✔ likes to help those whom ask for aid
  
• ✔ trusting in others
  
• ✔ loves to cook for others
  
• ✔ only attacks in self defense/self preservation
  

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• ✘ greatly dislikes being lied to
  
• ✘ will not discriminate in a fight, (sex, race, age ect)
  
• ✘ likes to watch from the background.
  
• ✘ likes to rile up his prey
  
• ✘ will mercilessly pursues enemies

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• ❤ cooking
  
• ❤ the sea
  
• ❤ the smell of a freshly prepared dish
  
• ❤ the sound of a happy crew/family
  
• ❤ cats
  
• ❤ his hat
  
• ❤ his staff

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• ✦ lousy cooking
  
• ✦ loud obnoxious people
  
• ✦ those whom kill for fun
  
• ✦ bright lights

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Edward was born to Elinore and Thomas Wolf. Aboard a ship named Dolce Luna, A nomadic trading vessel that traveled from island to island buying and selling all manner of goods. Edwards father was the first mate of the ship, and in charge of protecting the ship and managing the difference against attacks out to sea and on land. He was a master of a plethora of weapons, but none so much as his trusty staff, from the moment Edward could walk, hes been beating into his head every last bit of knowledge he possessed. Edward was an avid learner, above all else his fathers stressed his personal motto "there is no weapon more deadly, than that which your opponent believes cannot harm him."

Edwards mother, was a rather unusual woman. At first glance she was a rather average looking person all round, you actually would have a hard time piking her out of a crowd. This wasn't helped by her passive seeming demeanor, however, she had the uncanny ability to find, pick at , and dismantle, seemingly all tricks, lies and twisted dealings with an in credible ease. When she got of the ship to batter in the local markets, they tended to make a substantial profit,and get told never to come back. She taught him many things, most of all, "It is the nature of people to protect what they value, be it love, or jewels. Judge them not by what they value but the extremes they go to protect them."

Of course being the only kid in a moderately sized crew he was treated as the ships mascot. They were all a nice big family. The other merchants taught him how to make and modify disguises, as well as the basics of bartering, The captain taught him how to gamble, the navigator taught him how to cheat at gambling, the shipwright taught him how not to get caught at cheating when gambling.

His favorite place on the ship however, was the kitchen, The woman in charge of the kitchen was called Chef, no one seemed to remember her name, not that she actually cared. she was happy with ruling the kitchen with an iron fist/skillet. She like the rest of the crew had a soft spot for little Edward, every afternoon he watched from his spot atop a barrel of potatoes, he watched transfixed, as she took simple ingredients and made meals for the whole of the crew, with an incredible grace. She was the one who taught and encouraged him to cook.

Edwards loved all of the crew, and they greatly cared for him. It is no surprise then that at the age of 14 when the ship met a tragic and unforeseeable end, he was the only survivor. the horrors of that night will haunt his dreams till the day he dies, the ship seemed to explode from out of nowhere, half the ship was in ruins bodies lay everywhere, he tried to get up, and found that he had been shielded from the blast by his parents, he tried to wake them, but they were already gone. The screams of his dead and dying family filled the air as what was left of the ship began to sink into the murky depths and softly on the wind could be heard the maniacal laughter of what seemed like a little girl, mocking them all the dead, the dying, and most of all him.

He woke up not long after that aboard another ship. Hes not to sure how, but he survived that night, scared both physically and mentally. His rescuers repeatedly questioned him as to why he was floating out to sea, he could never really answer, he had barely spoken since the incident. One night he smelled a familiar scent, he got up, and walked towards it. he paused at the door way of were the scent originated. Within the room was the crew, all gathered together, having what seemed to be a very lively meal, two people were having a debate of weather meat of fish was better, most paid them no mind and just ate, many were laughing merrily clenching pitchers of booze already noticeably tipsy. In his mind the image of his now gone family came to mind, the meals they had shared, the smiles and laughter they had had together, They would have wanted him to smile, to live life merrily and happily even in the face of sadness. Tears filled his eyes, and he broke out into deep uncontrollable sobs. The crew of Dolce Luna would always be his family and would always be with him.

Years passed, the boy grew up, he became like his parents before him a wanderer. he honed the techniques his father left him, he cooked for the people he met, and learned from the places he visited. All the wile keeping the memories, of his family, and the horrors that he hopes be able to prevent.

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• ⚔ Staff - a 6.5 ft hardwood staff 1.5in diameter, /its a stick made of wood
  

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• ★ Knife set - Edward's kitchen knifes, all in all there are 18 different knifes, ranging from a peering knife, to the all important chef's knife. never for use in combat. its unsanitary.
  
• ★ Hat collection - Edwards collection of hats, these include his fedora, night cap, a helmet, a leather hat stilled after a strange place out to the west, a waterproof hat, and many more
  
• ★ Item Name - Description

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• ▶ ilusione contatore - the weapon stile taught to him by his father, and modified by him as the needs arose, it focuses on countering and using the opponents force against them.
  
• ▶ Spectro - He inherited his mothers ability to leave only a minimal impression on people when he wants to, allowing him to move by crowds nearly unnoticed, even when in a suit wile crying a stick, of course this is only a camouflage skill so it is of little use when, alone, in the middle of a street.
  
• ▶ Nascosto Fantasma - Edward has learned over the years that his fathers motto can be applied to many a scenario. As such he has polished his skills of making disguises, so much so, given enough time, he can hide almost anywhere.
  
• ▶ Delicato Gusto - through time practice and past events, Edward has developed the ability of telling what ingredients went into a dish, as well as what shouldn't be there in the case of poisons, and miss used ingredients.
  
• ▶ Cottura - Edward has acquired many culinary skills both in the time he traveled with his family, and when he went it alone, adding to those his family left him. He knows how to prepare a wide selection of dishes, and he is confident his culinary skills are top notch.

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• ▷N/A
  

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Name: Edward
Face Claim:
[b]Bleach[/b], [i]Kisuke Uruhara[/i] as [u]Edward L. Wolf[/u]