Post by Oddwick Yeager on Jan 23, 2017 10:34:58 GMT
Name: Oddwick Yeager
Alias: Odd
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Rank: Bounty Hunter
Petty Hunter
Fighting Style:
Oddwick follows the strict principles of the tibetan art of Howtohurtaguy, using anything and everything to down his targets, he will not be a gentleman. Taking his approaching tactically, he will gauge the best method to approach a problem such as 'taking a super sayian to a gun fight'. Straight forward and brutally efficient, disregarding finesse for effectiveness. Odd is proficient in punches, kicks, jabs, blocks, throws, counterattacks, choke holds, body locks, counter locks, etc. This is what his preliminary training and experience grew him into, things get rather creative when introducing tools or items into the trade, its just as good shooting a guy from across the room rather than making the distance over himself.
In future his techniques could evolve though for the moment he settles fighting mono-a-mono or poisoning their morning cereal, 'its great!'.
Devil Fruit: N/A
Haki: N/A
Armament Haki rank:
Observation Haki rank:
Emperor´s Haki rank:
Techniques:
(None at first.)
Power Up: N/A
Physical Description:
''Freak'' instant conscious thought when you catch a glimpse of the guys demonic looking eyes and that hipster undercut hair style. Though relax, its just a severe life long side effect of a experimental crowd dispersion weapon that effects 6% of its victims, if not turning instantly blind then a few hours of crying blood the victim is left with their own participating reward, messed up looking eyes, unsettling and freakishly evil looking. Like something out of bad bits of the bible though he hasn't spoken in tongues yet so hold off on the bon-fire and flaming torches. The two eyeballs of note have a Red iris and the stuff thats usually white is black for Oddwick. Being of average height and slim/lean build with a just short of shoulder length black hair, Oddwick has pale olive skin by the black tattoos over his body and hands.
Strength:
Endurance:
Speed:
Stamina:
Dexterity:
Marksmanship:
Alignment: Neutral
Psychological Description:
A whole lot of cra cra. This is not the case, its everyone else thats a few slices short of a loaf of bread, though hes ambitious to interact and encourage them. Oddwick is a out-going soul who engages other and interacts with a charming dapper. Being a symbol of civility-take that with some salt, he is rather down to earth and has an acute insight with behaviors. Having that companionable trait, those can soon disregard Odd's odd appearance and find him rather neighborly. He will come off as warm, good natured, comical even with flakes of his own quirky milkshake. No ones like a downer, he knows this and generally endorses this, its only in extreme times when Oddwick's mask cracks and he could vent his anxiety.
Hardly a paragon of righteousness, though not down and out to be the dreg of society, maybe favoring a happy medium to avoid karma taking a dump on his day. Hes conscious of his actions to the world around him, and progresses decisions through moral scrutiny though morality is a fickle thing. It is for Oddwick at any rate, he missed that lesson and is at wars with himself, easy way, hard way, right way?
Likes:
- Simple common foods
- Reading material could be likely ditched in favor of watching moving pictures.
- A variety of music
- Enjoys fictional works when reading books
- Fizzy sugar Drinks
Dislikes:
- Pain
- Incarceration
- Narcissists (somewhat hypocritical)
- Sleep
- Debts
Class:
Assassin/Shadow: Robin would be an example. Sneaky people who prefer speed and dexterity with lots of weapons at once and are very adept at improvising. Their weapons are... well, basically anything in their range of sight, but besides that, they master a melee weapon and a ranged weapon every 25 levels starting by one of each at level 1 (for example, a flintlock pistol and a knife, or at higher levels a wakizashi and sub-machine gun). Their main stats are Speed and Dexterity, while their secondary stats are Strength and Reflexes.
Level 1 mastery: Rope dart/Fist
Occupations:
- Tailor
- Tailor
- Scientist
Mastery: N/A
Division: N/A
Weapons and Armor:
Common Grade clothing, resistant to minor weather elements.
Rope dart
Scissors
Needles
History:
When speaking his place of birth, Oddwick appreciates the blissfully ignorant, the other two types of reactions are rather unfavorable with immediate suspicion, extra attention to his travel papers and frisky body searches, exclusively marines. The strangest and of all would be the reaction he gets from certain groups of people, supporting a 'viva resistance' outlook and as if being privy to a inside secret or a secret club, a unsettling 'camaraderie' emerges. This last reaction although very weird it has gotten Odd a few time sleeping off from the floor a few nights and maybe a drink or so, if it came with a good thing he was gonna go with it.
Not every resident was a terrorist, people of different views and such, those of which who strive for peace through sensitive words or at the least black mail. Maybe it was something of a fad in Furlin, you might not be a die hard Molotov wielding insurrectionist but your neighbor or the milk man or even your two cousins and possibly your uncle you only see on the holidays could be in support or participating FAR. In Furlin their is a sizable percentage of people if not in actuality associated with Far they know someone or is related to a FAR radical.
Oddwick is not withstanding, he has relations to FAR radicals, mother radical and father radical and then just his gran mama and good grand papa, two brothers, sister and then just nearly all his cousins and then their radical parents or its just the Yeager family business. While growing up he had a standard childhood like anybody else, besides the wire fences, armed marine patrols and daily inspections. Oddwick attended school, argued with teachers, forgot to do his homework, lied about his homework, got detention, gained friends, had some bully/bullied involvement, first crush/heart break (little tramp), class mate birthday partys ect. His chores consisted of occasionally helping his father craft floor tiles, mostly it was generally fetching tool and holding stuff, a mobile table was generally his role when out working with his father and with cleaning responsibilities also. His mother though had the interesting occupation and skill between his two parents, though she may have just inherit her gift from her mother, Oddwick's grandmother. Like her mother before her, Oddwicks mother would paint canvases, mold clay sculptures or create anything that particular inspires her. Odd was shown a particular piece in a book which his mother and his grandmother was particularly found off, a partial textile painting, a fraction of a tapestry which was alluring in design only if it was a peek of the whole thing. Unlike him and pictured in a book they actually was able to see the fragment and describe the the experience as spiritual. An always strange description Odd Believed when it was some paint on a sheet, maybe he would see this piece someday, track down this bewitching painting 'Fractured solace'.
In the Yeager household, the FAR politics was rather on hush when he was in the room, he was not yet of age though he had some suspicions and notions how his family felt about the occupation, just reading the air and the hard word leaving his family's lips. Odd was told he was born with two gorgeous brown eyes, though no mother would label their infant as pugly but anyway Odd can never recall a memory of himself with brown eyes. An event will go down in the history of Furlin in a common estate, it would later be called 'Blood Weep Monday' though for that morning, Oddwick was dressed in his school best and just like the rest of the morning going they were leaving their homes in their estate to be presented with a file of marines in riot gear marching down the street, ransacking houses, making arrests and as if Mondays weren't bad enough. The Marine march was a steady organized force which conducted any resistance with quick and efficient manner, this scary column advanced down Oddwick's street and indiscriminately dealing out punishment to any threat or confrontation. Though a flaming bottle of fire can make anyone lose their shit and that generally how FAR like to make their appearance. That date on the calender would make a unsavory time when anvil street erupted into a battlefield with FAR and marines opposing one another in the open. There was 33 fatalities day, many injured including citizens and controversy of a developing weapon being released among the crowds. The weapon also had a incriminating reaction with a small percent of producing tears of blood and optical damage.
Yearly on that date it has bred hate and became a troublesome time of the year with almost all businesses closed up for the day and almost always a riot unleashing somewhere in Furlin.
He was told his jumper was stained red with the amount of blood he cried, he cant recall any of the pain he had of that age though from then on he bear a token of 'Blood weep Monday' for the rest of his life.
It gained him some sympathy though rather exclusively marked him an outcast among his peers, Oddwick learned that people don't like 'different' and that's what surely his eyes were. It made things hard to form friendships and he too easily became a target for mocking and abuse. Oddwick would overcome this circumstance of immature and unfair abuse, instead of taking the high road, low road he nose dived with excessive hostility and revolt as was the Furlin way. Acknowledging the inner anarchist he multifold his affronts back upon those that mistreated him. Also having a family of FAR associates relaxed some hostilities.
It would always be a thing with his unsettling eyes, he knows this, its a recurring gag and he can go along with it, even get involved and spurn a tale or joke though there is those moments when a joke take a sinister evolvement and that's a pickle of a situation that causes anger, confrontation and general bloody knuckles. Arriving home after or while bleeding or limping depending on the severity of the beat down a family was there to lift him up again. Just like any worried parents they would scold him, lecture his behavior. Cause it this certain family they would instruct physical take downs to neutralize the aggressor, coaching fighting discipline while simultaneously trying to teach Oddwick to behave nicely :/.
Raids and bombing later Oddwick entered college with his mothers wishes to not get involve him with the terrorist business their family was entrenched. Oddwick accepted this with some mixed feelings and reluctants, this would also be the first time he would leave his home island of furln and sail a eight day journey across the salty sea to Kannder, a lux city with a large population. On this journey his well being was responsible by his elder sister who was to accompany him to kannder. To afford his tuition Oddwick bounced from job to job with meager pay, not entirely satisfied being a window cleaner, waiter or dog groomer ect he black mailed his way into the bespoke tailoring business of The Hunstman. For those who questioned this career devolvement, rather than using his studies or qualifications to become a physicist or scientist he resolved himself to sell stitched up pieces of fabric for a basic individual's yearly salary. Walking by the shop anyone can see the price tags attached to the garments on for sale, outrages amounts of figures for a piece of fabric which never entirely equaled the math for the cost of fabric, though having a established plak of over four generations the shop had fools galore with a lot of money to give.
A formidable reputation in quality Oddwick discovered a painstaking craft with a needle and thread, even though having the capacity to simply sow the caliber requested in The Huntsmans was apparently unearthly. The outfit catered to a gentleman's refinement with barber to cut or trim the client and then the tailors to fashion esteem sophisticated attire. He was grudgingly taught with no lack in insults, personal snubs, frustration and with contempt. Basically they hated Oddwick who was individual with no apparent 'class' for their snob society who underhanded his way into their elite trade. In return Oddwick hated those pompous upity ding bags with a vengeance though he was fixed on getting a piece of earning from one of those pricetags.
Doggedly Oddwick persisted through pretentious and insulting or just flat out discrimination and mostly leached off their animosity in a oblivious display of zen which infuriated them further at Oddwicks delight, though at times he lost his cool and wanted to strangle everyone in the store with the measuring tape. Even though they ungodly despised Oddwick their consideration for their artistry forced Odd to further his abilities with the needle and thread, even through sour instruction and impatient demonstration. Almost always from behind the scenes his appearance, tattoos, mannerisms and just a object of contrast to his surrounds in the store, almost always made people do a double take when they notice him inside. For the clients ease, they prohibited Odd from working with the cut throat razors at the barbers station when a customer requested a shave.
There was a incident within the store which caused Odd to leave the huntsman. It was admittedly a low point, without work and crashing on his sisters couch however it gave him some time to catch up on his reading, get around to painting that wall and other mundane tasks. If ever a tell all comes out Oddwick becomes a infamous bounty hunter it would start with his first captured bounty. Eren Hull was a deserter from the marines who convinced other similar minded soldiers to leave with him and took up an extortion racket in the city. A dangerous ex marine which Oddwick took into custody, it was now one less villain that wouldn't be leeching from society again. It wasn't the bounty reward that urged Oddwick into duty but rather finding a drunk, unconscious Eren Hull on his door step when taking out the trash. When Oddwick discarded his rubbish he requested assistance from a patrolling Marine and then discovered a bounty was issued on the unconscious Eren Hull and thats how Oddwick claimed his first bounty. Not the most thrilling bounty chase though the excitement would follow when Eren's fellow ex marines would track Oddwick down for some retribution.
Coincidence or just superb luck that Oddwick and his sister were out celebrating after the cash bundle he received for the bounty reward. When arriving back home to their flat they could plainly see three figures bust in through their front door just before they made it to their floor. The two plus a few party guests took this in, there was some confusion among Oddwick's group, curiosity and a general violent reaction to this home invasion infront of them. There was some debate but after some argument Oddwick convinced his sister to go and get the Marines while he promised her that nothing will leave or get stolen from their home. Waiting for the trio to exit his home, Odd has his friends at either side of the door way waiting to jump the intruders. They managed to get the first guy who was unlucky enough to pass through the doorway, the remaining two then dealt with a tide of bodies plus Oddwick that went through the front door and onto them.
That tide of people quickly went back out again when ever a gun is drawn and shots are spitting out and targeting people. Bending low to avoid the shots and then on his way to dodge sideways, Odd took up a light wooden magazine rack in his hand and tossed it at the guy with the pistol, flinching away from the airborne rack his partner rushed Oddwick from the side with a baton. With the exit behind Oddwick crowded with escaping bodies and not entirely suicidal to rush towards a gun he made a break for the bedroom on his right, he attempted to shut the door though it just bounced off the second figure with the baton advancing after him. Throwing bed sheets, pillows and then the mattress he followed this next by cabinet drawers, holding the man off for a few seconds he recovered and came at Odd who was struggling with a lamp in an attempt to pull it from the wall.
Being struck on the back, he went down and so did the lamp as well, when he went to rise the man's baton came down on him again. The pain was horrible, being hit with a stick is not a entirely nice way to enjoy your free time. Kicking out with his leg, it got the man off just long enough for Odd to rise and clonk him over the head with the lamp, sturdy enough thing didn't break even with a second strike after the first. Stuttering backward, Odd ran into the man and causing him to trip on the thrown junk littering the ground, Oddwick triped as well but never went down himself, he recovered faster fortunately and and still clutching the lamp came at the guy again. When the man was just to rise again a cord went around his neck, choking him as he fumbled and struggled at his bond. Odd held him from behind with the cord tight around his fist and hand, enough or more so that his attacker wouldn't slip lose.
while being choked out his gun wielding partner enter the room cautiously with his sights in Oddwicks direction though his current meat shield was going to be a problem for the gunman. Sure as ever the bad dude was beginning his monologue or threat or something just when a lamp was thrown at him. A gunshot went off as no one actually expects a lamp to the face, getting the man unawares and a added favor of firing his gun into his friend, Oddwick pushed the meat shield ahead to collide with his partner. Hustling out from the falling bullet victim Oddwick ensued his course and went for the last enemy. Breaking the gun from the mans grasp he increased his ferocity making a path through his target. The man retaliated with some straights and swings though Oddwick quickly broke that down and kicked the feet from under him. Noticing the pistol the man tried to reach for it, if he put off reaching for the gun as it was somewhat quickly out of reach maybe he could have achieved an advantage somehow, prolonged the battle at least for Oddwick to slip up. Leaving nothing for defense Oddwick stomped his feet down as if he were a welcome mat. He still reached out for the weapon, a stomping boot soon pined that attempt down and after returning this with a painful scream Oddwicks fists came down on the man, dribbling his head on thee wooden floor.
The Marines finally arrived to find an unconscious man beat up by a mob outside the apartment's door and inside Oddwick reclining back in a chair with a body spread on the ground beside him while also moans and wimpering was coming from a closed door on the right.
With the rest of the ex marines captured, Oddwick received the remaining bounties, enough to fix the damaged incurred in home invasion and some change. Having already a few bounties under his belt, Odd inquired further on standing bounties for curiosity and he found his new purpose in life, bounties reaching up as far as triple millions.
Born in:
South Blue, Furlin
Belongings:
A pair of Glasses and sunglasses occasionally adorned
Dreams:
The basic of his bucket list is to travel and visit places such as skypiea, fishman island, eat some world class ribs, invade amazon lily and take back a souvenir or three.
Accomplish a childhood desire to see an Art piece his which inspired his mother.
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