Pirate :: Bunji Crosslove
Apr 13, 2014 13:24:28 GMT -6
Post by Bunji Crosslove on Apr 13, 2014 13:24:28 GMT -6
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[attr="class","main"] [attr="class","avatar"] [attr="class","name"]BUNJI CROSSLOSE [attr="class","info"]Twenty-Three || Male || Human || Pirate |
[attr="class","iden"] [attr="class","title"]Identification [break] Full Name: Bunji Crosslose[break] Aliases: Demon - Eyes[break] Date of Birth: 04/01[break] Zodiac Sign: Aries[break] Sexuality: Heterosexual[break] Crew: ---[break] Alignment: True Neutral[break] Personal Jolly Roger: --[attr="class","appear"] [attr="class","title"]Appearance [break] Height: 5'11[break] Weight: 172 lbs[break] Hair Color: Red / Messy[break] Eye Color:Red[break] Attire: Not one to wear too much variety when it comes to clothing, this lone pirate is found wearing the same clothing almost all the time. What we find this young pirate wearing is a long black cloak that has stained, and faded with the years of wear that he has put it through, the weather obviously having caused some tear to it. Whats most obvious however about this long black cloak that he wears is that it is littered in bullet holes, the holes evidence of the pellets that once burned through his own flesh, and tore their way out of the back. His torso always exposed no shirt under, one can see the many scars that littler his upper body a series of bullet holes running down his torso luckily all having missed any major areas, but still deep enough wounds to leave him with lasting marks. With the hood sometimes on or off, we find that it has a red trimming to it; giving the color more of a pop with the black that is the whole cloak which also has a large red cross on the back its meaning and significance unknown. In his lower body we have a pair of long dark grey pants that are torn at the knees these are held into place by a thick leather belt which wraps firmly in place hugging the pants waistline to his body, kept a bit baggy by choice he prefers this as it feels more free than constrictive. The sides of his pants are strapped with holsters, one on the left leg near the thigh, and two on the right leg, however only two of the holsters are in use one of his pistols having been lost long ago. Running down his leg we find that the ends of his pants are as torn, and worn as the rest of his rag tag outfit; his feet accommodated by a pair of rugged boots that are great for walking on most terrains on the land. Finally we find him wearing from time to time a pair of fingerless gloves that cuff at the wrist with straps allowing them to be held in place, these are only sometimes worn for at times we find him just stuffing them in his back pocket. [break] Abnormalities: 4 bullet holes trail across his torso one right above the right side of his collar bone responsible for breaking it, the other over his left pectoralis, the next one right over his right rib at the very bottom, and the last one over his lower abdominal. He calls them the trail, because it is a trail of bullet holes. |
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[attr="class","bg"] [attr="class","title"]Background [break]Born in the East Blue, he was raised by...blah blah blah! Lets cut straight to the good stuff, all you need to know about his childhood is that up until he was fifteen years old he lived an uneventful life he did nothing out of the ordinary! Now when he was fifteen years old, he came across a very interesting character which was happening across his part of the woods; this man happened to be a pirate this man's name remains unknown, because Bunji simply called him 'Sir' not out of choice. Sir was someone who became a role model for Bunji, while his father was a simple fisherman a man who lacked any drive or aspiration to do more with his life; this Sir individual was someone who believed he was destined for greatness. The stories of this man swelled the young boys head with thoughts of his own destiny, did he really want to be a simple fisherman? No, he wanted more out of life; he wanted to be as great as he could be, and go beyond that! After Sir departed from the lands, Bunji was left behind with a pat on the head from the titanic man, and a nod of his head he would leave the boy with a lasting impression. The thoughts would bounce around in his head, they would keep him up at night as he gazed at the pitch black skies dotted with stars, or off to the great oceans that claimed his attention most of the day; in the end Bunji never forgot, and never wanted to forget what his goal was. When he was 19 years old, he would set off without a word, without so much as a goodbye but then again what would he say goodbye to? His father had died years prior of natural causes, the old man could finally rest in peace; what we find here once Bunji left his quiet little home was that he went silent for a good year he was under the radar, doing his best to break into the pirate world. For a year however he was a nobody, when he resurfaced from the depths of obscurity we find that he had a name for himself, that he had a reputation; granted he was no grand pirate, and his crew was mediocre at best but they had worked hard, and had shown they had guts. 'Demon-Eyes' they called him, the pirate with the burning red eyes his most distinct feature which allowed him to stand out in the memories of those who had met him. However, what his crew did not know is that they were destined for defeat, a gruesome end would befall each member of that crew. You must realize that at this point in time, Bunji was more focused on his own grandeur his own legacy, his crew? They were all tools, the stepping stones to lead him to the tops of the highest peaks where he would stand strong, proud, and become a legend to forever fall into the history book as the greatest. It was this delusional way of thinking, this greed that would drive him to make the decision that ultimately executed his crew. It all started when he came across a map while stopping at a remote island, the map described detailed instructions to treasure some bountiful loot from the looks of it. With excitement filling their bellies, and the flame of curiosity blazing in their souls; the crew happily roared into the skies above when Bunji declared they would take this treasure hunt! Yet, Bunji would learn never touch whats not his; it would be a few days into the hunt, and a little over halfway on their journey that the ship docked at a nearby harbor that seemed rough, and tough enough for the crew. Once they were there, he would be approached by some shady individuals who waited for his crew to be too drunk to really be of any help; these men would speak to Bunji who was somewhat sober never really the drinking type. It was here that he noticed that the map they took belonged to these men, and that these men had a crew three times the size of his own...now Bunji had a choice here, he could choose to fight them which would lead to his demise here, and now; or he could choose to do as they said. The deal was simple, Bunji's crew as rag tag as they were already managed to get halfway to the treasure, so they would continue to move forward braving the dangers, to the treasure clearing an easy pat for this other crew in the end Bunji would be rewarded. HOWEVER, only if he allowed his crew to be executed by these members...he agreed. The twisted greed that consumed him at the sound of possibly getting some riches was enough for him to shake on the shady deal. Time went on, and the crew pushed onward moving ahead towards the location of this treasure; it was torture to hear his crew talk about what they would do with the riches, how they would praise him everything...it was all tormenting his psyche. Either way, he moved onward knowing that his reward in the end would be worth it as cold as that seemed; eventually they made it after many hardships, and struggles the crew made it. They could taste success, they traveled deep into the cave, eventually they were welcomed by the sight of glimmering gold stacked in chests, littering the floor riches beyond their wildest dreams. Yet, as they rushed forward Bunji remained in the back with eyes shut, and his back turned towards them he knew what was coming... The sounds echoed in the vastness of this cave, and rang into his ears before he knew it the sounds of gunshots silenced, and the sounds of limp bodies hitting the floor overwhelmed the senses. When he turned he saw that his crew did not even get the chance to touch a single coin, his eyes would soften and tears would flow; it was not until the deed was done that regret finally hit him, what he had done the people he had betrayed...Bunji would sigh lowering his head it was done. Yet right when he was waiting for his reward, as ill as he felt for accepting it he was ready yet instead of receiving gold he received something else. A sharp pain wrecked his body, it happened again, and again each time his eyes wide with surprise as his mind hit him with regret; what a way to go. Bunji would fall back hitting the ground hard, his eyes closing, and his mind warped in his own twisted reality he was going to make it out of this alive, what a foolish dream of a foolish man. ....Unknown as to why, Bunji would awaken at the shore of a beach, a small boat just off to the side stacked with a few supplies some food, water, and a blanket as well as his own weapons he carried during his time as "Captain". Rising from the sandy floor on which he laid he noticed a folded piece of paper roll off his chest to his lap, glancing down at it he reached down unfolding it to find it to be a letter that read... 'Aye! If you're reading this its because you survived, you may not remember me but a few months ago you saved me from drowning, your crew took me in, I told you I was a merchant but that was a lie. My name is Levi R. or as you may know me, 'Sir'. It was good seeing ya again kid, I remember those red eyes anywhere, anyways those bastards that shot ya down? Yeah thats my gold they stole, anyways Imma hunt em down you though. You get back on your feet god damn it, stop reading this, and get your ass to work! Until next time...Demon-Eyes' His hand would crush the note, and crumble it as he tossed it aside rising from his feet he flinched in pain, looking down his wounds were still fresh but patched up. He sighed as he walked over to the boat the strong ocean winds blowing against him, reaching down he grabbed hold of one of his three pistol. Why did he deserve to live? Cocking back the hammer of the pistol he would press his fingers against the trigger, and squeeze; eyes shut he was expecting his brains to be blown out, but instead he heard a 'click'. Out of anger he flung the flintlock away casting it to the ocean, watching as the pistol flipped in the air before slamming into the water sinking to the bottom of it he would punch the sandy ground a wild cry escaping him as his lungs expelled a loud scream into the skies. Bunji would remain on the Island for a few more days, surviving off the food 'Sir' left him, until finally he left with a new resolve in mind. He would restart, he would rise from the ashes a better person; his mistake had been his greed, his greatest flaw had led to the downfall of his crew, he would not repeat the same mistake twice. Not now...not ever... |
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[attr="class","ooc"] [attr="class","title"]OOC [break] Name: BunBun[break] Face Claim:[break] [b]Uta no Prince[/b], [i]Ittoki Otoya[/i] as [u]Bunji Crosslove[/u] |