Post by Henric Gisharam on Jan 27, 2017 17:09:42 GMT
Name: Henric Gisharam
Alias: Comme ((French for Apprentice used in the common kitchen structure to point out who the bottom man is on the totem pole, but also who everyone should help make better and train) used by Monsieur Kilroy and the Cuisine Pirates), Sprinkles (Don’t use, it was his name from when he was a ‘pet’), Claws (from the people who freed him, his response when they came to try and free him was claws out), Henri (The people on the Island that helped nurse him back into himself)
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Mink (Panther)
Rank: Unknown
Faction: Pirate
Fighting Style:
He has a number of skills that feed into his very control oriented mid to close range fighting style, his combat is focused on controlling the range of combat keeping his opponent off guard Chinking away at armor and finding weak points before using a small number of precise and powerful attacks to drop opponents cleanly and efficiently he uses predominantly knives and martial arts when fighting using a variety of knives from smaller throwing knives up to a 16’’ Scimitar shaped carving knife and if he ever gets his hands on one a Maguro Knife, the up to 3 and a half foot long straight edged knives used in Japan to butcher whole tuna and large fish. He also mixes the basics of a few different martial arts that use his size to his advantage with strike based movements that use his elbows, knees, clawed feet and tail as well as his sharp inch and a half long hand claws for if he runs out of knives or falls into a rage. He charges his exposed tang knives with Electro for an added effect.
He currently doesn’t know any of the styles of One piece or any similar powered up fighting techniques although like all minks he can use Electro.
Devil Fruit:
Haki:
Armament Haki rank:
Observation Haki rank:
Emperor's Haki rank:
Techniques:
Electro- Users of Electro can channel electricity through parts of their bodies in order to shock anything they touch. This power can also be channeled through weapons. This technique grants extra damage to attacks, giving the opponents electric burns and paralysis. Henric through using his training with the Cuisine Pirates manifests his electro by forcing it through items, doing this he can use basic electromagnetism to heat pans without using a flame although he has to maintain contact with the pan to do so. In combat he forces the electricity through his knives in order to give them a weak taser like effect that lasts for one round and works only on the limb that the attack makes contact on.
Power Up: Resistant to cold and Weak to heat
Physical Description:
Henric’s overall size is what many would consider massive even by One Piece's odd variants in size. From the hunched shoulders and lowered head, he still uses on occasion from his time in... service of nobles he still stands almost 8 feet tall and his broad shoulders and muscled frame are noticeable despite his attraction to the flowing robes of the Wano country. He wears a number of leather straps over his wrists and ankles as well as a scarf tightly around his neck. His deep almost black blue eyes sport the slit pupil of his race his fur a deep midnight blue seems black in the shadows but in the sunlight shimmers in deepening shades of blue. His long heavy tail sways behind him as he walks his movements have a grace to them not the light airy steps of a dancer or gymnast but the fluid conservation of energy that only those who grew up fighting and know how to always be ready for the ball to drop have. His right ear sports a number of nicks and notches while his left is the proper semi-circular shape. If one was allowed close enough and looked at the right angle around his muzzle they would see the slightest bit of scarring and that the sneer he sports at all times is because some of his left upper lift was apparently shaved off.
Strength:
Endurance: 15x
Speed:
Stamina:
Dexterity: 15x
Marksmanship:
Alignment: Chaotic Good bordering on Neutral Good
Psychological Description:
A man broken on several fundamental levels Henric is a man who despite having his world broken over and over remains upright with his jaw plastered into a firm grin. He shrugs through his personal problems and suppresses most of his negative emotions most of the time in order to show the facade of a charming silly man that makes people laugh. This compounds with his open attitude to others often leads to people using him as an emotional support which further spurns him into the destructive cycle of repressing and avoiding his own emotional trauma.
There are several trigger issues that will cause Henric to go into a near berserk frenzy, if restrained or anything placed around his wrists or neck that he wouldn’t consider a friend leads to him doing everything in his power to remove said items and break said restraints. He also goes into a more controlled rage around slavery and the topic in conversation makes him agitated and temperamental.
He feels safest in a kitchen or on the open deck of a ship. When he appcrocess a panicked state Henric will start either pacing or if he has access to food and a place to cook over excessive cooking in an attempt to work through whatever is bothering him shifting the focus onto something else entirely.
He is courteous but distant from strangers which leads to most people finding him a break in the usual Mink attitude but to those he deems as friends he is very physically demonstrative of his feelings minkshipping whenever possible as simple as leaning into a friend to full on hugging and rubbing his cheeks all over them. Like most minks this is also a coping and calming mechanism.
He is sensitive to the scarring around his neck, ankles and wrists keeping them covered almost constantly. If the coverings fall with out his notice and the scars draw stares he falls in on himself shrinking down as much as he can bending his neck down and covering his wrists with his hands in an attempt to minimize their appearance. He spirals into a deep and dark depression if someone starts mocking him or laughing at him over his scars or brings attention to them at all.
Likes:
Good Food
‘Playing’ with his crewmates (there are many kinds of playing for a cat)
Cooking and experimenting in the Kitchen
flirting with women just for fun
sparring (another form of play)
lounging in the Midday sun on a rock or the deck of a ship.
Yarn, he likes it so much that if he's not fully focused on something and his ball of it rolls by there's a good chance he'll pounce after it.
Dislikes:
Sea Kings
Slavers marine and pirate alike
Slave rings
Restraints
Collars
chains in general
being bound
Class:
Assassin (Shadow)
Destroyer (Tower)
Occupations:
Cook
Cook
Mastery:
Division:
Weapons and Armor:
No armor, as for weapons he has a belt of fighting/throwing knives that he wields one blade between the pointer, middle, ring and pinkie fingers, His knife kit, and his natural retractable claws. His knife roll is over his shoulder everything meticulously places so he can reach into the bad blindly and pull the knife he needs as needed.
History:
Born into a loving family among a small group of Minks that lived out of the Momoko Dukedom the very early years of Henric’s life were like many moderately wealthy well off children, his family headed a merchant fleet from Zou and even with the dangers of the sea lived happily. That is of course until the ocean boiled to life beneath them and not one but dozens of Sea Kings in a fight for dominance sundered the fleet in an instant, at the time the five-year-old was cast adrift. Over the days at sea the lost child floated and first cried but as the tears dried up a firm hand desperate for survival kicked in his mother and father taught him how to survive as long as he could if an accident happened and he wasn’t going to let this kill him. Even as he started to purify water a pirate ship happened along him.
One or two of the crew brought up the price a mink, especially one this young would fetch only for the Captain of the vessel to derail that train of thought with a shake of the head. Captain Oliver Kilroy of the Cuisine Pirates instead made him the ships comme, the ship’s apprentice. For five years of hard work Henric’s name was only Comme, he woke early worked in the kitchen and with the crew learning, not only how to be a pirate in the vain of the Roger, Whitebeard or Strawhat Crews but how to cook, how to find order in the chaos, how to fight and how to live. The evening of his 1825th day he woke to find a note at the post of his hammock.
The Chef wants a word.
In a mad dash the young nine-year-old scrambled all over the ship until he found the captain of the vessel in one of the smaller kitchens. A single chef knife rested on the board and the larder was fully stocked. The old man sat on a small stool and told the boy to cook, something, anything. The bowl of simple Chicken soup was the first thing that Henric ever got congratulated on. The next five years aboard the vessel Comme wasn’t just constant work he learned better ways to cook as well as philosophy and language, math and science were folded into his studies in recipe work and baking. By the time the Mink was 15 years old he had earned a rank among the crew and proudly wore around his forearm where a bandana with the Crossed Knives and wineglass with a laughing skull of his crew once stood a kind of Mink tattoo that permanently changed the color of his fur to a bright silver in the design of the crew’s Roger.
Then another pirate crew attacked them on their way to a meeting of crews that sailed the north. In an instant the roar of a cannon was met with the splintering of wood while the calm sky filled with smoke and clouds, a heavy rain set in as the attackers pulled into view. The ship was low slung three large cannons sat atop the deck and the figurehead was the gaping maw of a Sea King. In an instant Henric found himself as a five-year-old his world torn from him. The following days were a blur as the initial attack rendered him unconscious.
He awoke to a world of pain, in a scream stolen from the world by a gag. Henric returned to the land of the living his neck on fire as he struggled and pulled against the restraints that held him in place his efforts wasted as the weight of the hot iron around his neck singed through his fur into his skin. The next seven years of Henric’s life was hell. A ‘pet’ for the wealthy Henric was bought, sold, traded and gifted over and over again some of the masters were kinder but most were cruel. His iron collar was almost always accompanied by iron manacles on his wrists and ankles, over time that fur to was cut away and the skin scarred over. In this dark time Henric was made to perform. Almost always as a gladiator, he used the training that his mentors gave him to survive in the rings and often muzzled outside of combat. It was a dark time that caused the vibrant Mink to fall in on himself his focus being on survival his more feral animalistic side took control.
Freedom came quickly and full of vengeance, at the time a noble had given Henric or Sprinkles as his master had chosen to name him to a Marine Vice-Admiral who had done the noble some favor or another. The Marine kept his new pet chained close with Henric’s paws in Iron balls and his mouth muzzled so tightly the straps cut into his muzzle. One night an explosion rocked the island that the Marine was stationed at. The bay was filled with masts flying hundreds of Jolly Rogers, the largest ship with the biggest flag proudly sported one of the four most feared marks that sailed the Seas.
A Yonko had come for blood.
In a miraculous and horrid turn of events the Vice-Admiral that owned Henric had also ‘bought’ the sister of the Yonko, a girl Henric had seen in passing several times. Henric’s mind was still lost to the wilds though the pirates noticing the brand on his arm immediately tried to free him, their voices not piercing into the shadowed and out of necessity shut down mind of the Mink. His response upon being freed was to turn and jump claws out at the pirates. In a scramble the desperate cornered predator turned on the ones that were trying to help and calm him down, pirates were the ones who put him in that mess, his mind searched them for the Roger he was looking for, a Sickle and axe behind a crowned skull with a serpent wrapped around the base the head sticking out of the right eye socket. Seeing none he moved to bolt for the window only to feel a warm presence envelope him and then darkness.
For the first time in years Henric awoke to himself, the clear mind focused on the world around him as conscious thought and feeling returned. It hurt. It all hurt so bad, a hand went to his throat only to touch bare flesh, his wrists were clean shaven showing the scars of the manacles. It was too much and the mink broke down. He was an ugly mess, his crew gone, his life gone and his beautiful fur marred and ruined forever. It took a while but as Henric calmed slightly he knew at once he was at sea, the smell of the ocean and the rocking of the ship making him feel at home again.
The ship he was on was large, much larger then any the mink had been on before his own Captain was moderately successful and the ship of the Cuisine Pirates Plaque D'or was a powerful streamlined Acacia Clipper it was comfortable for the 12 man crew and was a strike and flee ship. After a bit of research Henric found himself to be aboard the Hunter's Mark the proud ship of the Gamesmen Pirates, one of the many crews that answered to the Yonko that was only ever called 'Boss'. The ship was a monstrous thing at least seven decks and well over three times the length the D'or had been.
Henric was dropped off at a small Island that fell under Wano rule the pirates telling him to rest and recover, the townspeople happily taking him in, saying how useful someone his size would be to have around. Two years he recovered, he worked around town before finding himself back home in a kitchen where he re-found and began the arduous process of reforging his craft. He healed both in body and mind one of the old nonnas taking him in and caring for him at first until he was, well not better and certainly not whole again but functional and focused. He made a list and he made promises to himself. The Last of the Cuisine Pirates practiced in the forests away from prying eyes during the night and during the day. It was peaceful and it was a needed rest for the twice orphaned mink but the time had come. In the dead of night, he left a small pile of berri for the nonna who cared for him and packing the knives that the local chef gave him boarded a boat that was sailing… somewhere, it didn’t matter where, it was time to start moving again.
It was time to hunt.
Born in:
Born on the now destroyed remains of his family’s merchant fleet that resides somewhere in the depths of the Northern Blue.
Belongings:
A simple set of chef knives; a comb and brush for his fur; A small ball of yarn he fidgets with; a number of shirts, pants and coats in that Wano fashion that he uses in minkship as well as scarves and bands of leather galore.
Dreams:
He has two driving goals in his life to see to completion and one revenge quest to complete.
The first Dream is to retrieve his Mentor’s Master Knife set (Includes 1 Kiritsuki (Multi-purpose Master’s Knife), 1 Kenmuki (fine intricate work knife), 1 Mirioshi Deba (Thinner Fillet Knife used to break down large bits of boneless proteins and fish slicing right through skin and flesh), 1 Garasuki (Butchering Knife used for breaking down meat from bone), 1 Maguro (Whole large fish filleting knife 32’’ long blade plus 10’’ handle), 1 Sharpening Steel, and 1 Whetstone) they and the weathered leather roll they were in were taken from Henric’s mentor by the Pirates that killed him and enslaved Henric throwing him into the markets, the knives would be considered a masterpiece of Knife forging and general metalworking they’d be sharper than the edge of a katana and in the right hands able to slice paper thin sheets of metal off of a block of steel.
Henric’s second dream is of the perfect meal, a 32-course tasting menu with the perfect drinks and entertainment to pair, he wants to find all there is to know about the world and the tastes of it to make it possible and most importantly he wants to find the most important part of any meal like this… those to share it with. He wants to do this for several reasons with the most driving one to repay the man who taught him how to cook and protected him until the pirates attacked.
From his past, he scrounged up a list of ten names from over seven years, revenge is a dish best served cold.
Alt. Accounts?
Here? None. GrimmHuntsmen on IMVU, used to be HirukanaTatagami; as well as my PS4 account but that’s about it.
How did you find out about the forum?
Xenox made me do it.
Alias: Comme ((French for Apprentice used in the common kitchen structure to point out who the bottom man is on the totem pole, but also who everyone should help make better and train) used by Monsieur Kilroy and the Cuisine Pirates), Sprinkles (Don’t use, it was his name from when he was a ‘pet’), Claws (from the people who freed him, his response when they came to try and free him was claws out), Henri (The people on the Island that helped nurse him back into himself)
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Mink (Panther)
Rank: Unknown
Faction: Pirate
Fighting Style:
He has a number of skills that feed into his very control oriented mid to close range fighting style, his combat is focused on controlling the range of combat keeping his opponent off guard Chinking away at armor and finding weak points before using a small number of precise and powerful attacks to drop opponents cleanly and efficiently he uses predominantly knives and martial arts when fighting using a variety of knives from smaller throwing knives up to a 16’’ Scimitar shaped carving knife and if he ever gets his hands on one a Maguro Knife, the up to 3 and a half foot long straight edged knives used in Japan to butcher whole tuna and large fish. He also mixes the basics of a few different martial arts that use his size to his advantage with strike based movements that use his elbows, knees, clawed feet and tail as well as his sharp inch and a half long hand claws for if he runs out of knives or falls into a rage. He charges his exposed tang knives with Electro for an added effect.
He currently doesn’t know any of the styles of One piece or any similar powered up fighting techniques although like all minks he can use Electro.
Devil Fruit:
Haki:
Armament Haki rank:
Observation Haki rank:
Emperor's Haki rank:
Techniques:
Electro- Users of Electro can channel electricity through parts of their bodies in order to shock anything they touch. This power can also be channeled through weapons. This technique grants extra damage to attacks, giving the opponents electric burns and paralysis. Henric through using his training with the Cuisine Pirates manifests his electro by forcing it through items, doing this he can use basic electromagnetism to heat pans without using a flame although he has to maintain contact with the pan to do so. In combat he forces the electricity through his knives in order to give them a weak taser like effect that lasts for one round and works only on the limb that the attack makes contact on.
Power Up: Resistant to cold and Weak to heat
Physical Description:
Henric’s overall size is what many would consider massive even by One Piece's odd variants in size. From the hunched shoulders and lowered head, he still uses on occasion from his time in... service of nobles he still stands almost 8 feet tall and his broad shoulders and muscled frame are noticeable despite his attraction to the flowing robes of the Wano country. He wears a number of leather straps over his wrists and ankles as well as a scarf tightly around his neck. His deep almost black blue eyes sport the slit pupil of his race his fur a deep midnight blue seems black in the shadows but in the sunlight shimmers in deepening shades of blue. His long heavy tail sways behind him as he walks his movements have a grace to them not the light airy steps of a dancer or gymnast but the fluid conservation of energy that only those who grew up fighting and know how to always be ready for the ball to drop have. His right ear sports a number of nicks and notches while his left is the proper semi-circular shape. If one was allowed close enough and looked at the right angle around his muzzle they would see the slightest bit of scarring and that the sneer he sports at all times is because some of his left upper lift was apparently shaved off.
Strength:
Endurance: 15x
Speed:
Stamina:
Dexterity: 15x
Marksmanship:
Alignment: Chaotic Good bordering on Neutral Good
Psychological Description:
A man broken on several fundamental levels Henric is a man who despite having his world broken over and over remains upright with his jaw plastered into a firm grin. He shrugs through his personal problems and suppresses most of his negative emotions most of the time in order to show the facade of a charming silly man that makes people laugh. This compounds with his open attitude to others often leads to people using him as an emotional support which further spurns him into the destructive cycle of repressing and avoiding his own emotional trauma.
There are several trigger issues that will cause Henric to go into a near berserk frenzy, if restrained or anything placed around his wrists or neck that he wouldn’t consider a friend leads to him doing everything in his power to remove said items and break said restraints. He also goes into a more controlled rage around slavery and the topic in conversation makes him agitated and temperamental.
He feels safest in a kitchen or on the open deck of a ship. When he appcrocess a panicked state Henric will start either pacing or if he has access to food and a place to cook over excessive cooking in an attempt to work through whatever is bothering him shifting the focus onto something else entirely.
He is courteous but distant from strangers which leads to most people finding him a break in the usual Mink attitude but to those he deems as friends he is very physically demonstrative of his feelings minkshipping whenever possible as simple as leaning into a friend to full on hugging and rubbing his cheeks all over them. Like most minks this is also a coping and calming mechanism.
He is sensitive to the scarring around his neck, ankles and wrists keeping them covered almost constantly. If the coverings fall with out his notice and the scars draw stares he falls in on himself shrinking down as much as he can bending his neck down and covering his wrists with his hands in an attempt to minimize their appearance. He spirals into a deep and dark depression if someone starts mocking him or laughing at him over his scars or brings attention to them at all.
Likes:
Good Food
‘Playing’ with his crewmates (there are many kinds of playing for a cat)
Cooking and experimenting in the Kitchen
flirting with women just for fun
sparring (another form of play)
lounging in the Midday sun on a rock or the deck of a ship.
Yarn, he likes it so much that if he's not fully focused on something and his ball of it rolls by there's a good chance he'll pounce after it.
Dislikes:
Sea Kings
Slavers marine and pirate alike
Slave rings
Restraints
Collars
chains in general
being bound
Class:
Assassin (Shadow)
Destroyer (Tower)
Occupations:
Cook
Cook
Mastery:
Division:
Weapons and Armor:
No armor, as for weapons he has a belt of fighting/throwing knives that he wields one blade between the pointer, middle, ring and pinkie fingers, His knife kit, and his natural retractable claws. His knife roll is over his shoulder everything meticulously places so he can reach into the bad blindly and pull the knife he needs as needed.
History:
Born into a loving family among a small group of Minks that lived out of the Momoko Dukedom the very early years of Henric’s life were like many moderately wealthy well off children, his family headed a merchant fleet from Zou and even with the dangers of the sea lived happily. That is of course until the ocean boiled to life beneath them and not one but dozens of Sea Kings in a fight for dominance sundered the fleet in an instant, at the time the five-year-old was cast adrift. Over the days at sea the lost child floated and first cried but as the tears dried up a firm hand desperate for survival kicked in his mother and father taught him how to survive as long as he could if an accident happened and he wasn’t going to let this kill him. Even as he started to purify water a pirate ship happened along him.
One or two of the crew brought up the price a mink, especially one this young would fetch only for the Captain of the vessel to derail that train of thought with a shake of the head. Captain Oliver Kilroy of the Cuisine Pirates instead made him the ships comme, the ship’s apprentice. For five years of hard work Henric’s name was only Comme, he woke early worked in the kitchen and with the crew learning, not only how to be a pirate in the vain of the Roger, Whitebeard or Strawhat Crews but how to cook, how to find order in the chaos, how to fight and how to live. The evening of his 1825th day he woke to find a note at the post of his hammock.
The Chef wants a word.
In a mad dash the young nine-year-old scrambled all over the ship until he found the captain of the vessel in one of the smaller kitchens. A single chef knife rested on the board and the larder was fully stocked. The old man sat on a small stool and told the boy to cook, something, anything. The bowl of simple Chicken soup was the first thing that Henric ever got congratulated on. The next five years aboard the vessel Comme wasn’t just constant work he learned better ways to cook as well as philosophy and language, math and science were folded into his studies in recipe work and baking. By the time the Mink was 15 years old he had earned a rank among the crew and proudly wore around his forearm where a bandana with the Crossed Knives and wineglass with a laughing skull of his crew once stood a kind of Mink tattoo that permanently changed the color of his fur to a bright silver in the design of the crew’s Roger.
Then another pirate crew attacked them on their way to a meeting of crews that sailed the north. In an instant the roar of a cannon was met with the splintering of wood while the calm sky filled with smoke and clouds, a heavy rain set in as the attackers pulled into view. The ship was low slung three large cannons sat atop the deck and the figurehead was the gaping maw of a Sea King. In an instant Henric found himself as a five-year-old his world torn from him. The following days were a blur as the initial attack rendered him unconscious.
He awoke to a world of pain, in a scream stolen from the world by a gag. Henric returned to the land of the living his neck on fire as he struggled and pulled against the restraints that held him in place his efforts wasted as the weight of the hot iron around his neck singed through his fur into his skin. The next seven years of Henric’s life was hell. A ‘pet’ for the wealthy Henric was bought, sold, traded and gifted over and over again some of the masters were kinder but most were cruel. His iron collar was almost always accompanied by iron manacles on his wrists and ankles, over time that fur to was cut away and the skin scarred over. In this dark time Henric was made to perform. Almost always as a gladiator, he used the training that his mentors gave him to survive in the rings and often muzzled outside of combat. It was a dark time that caused the vibrant Mink to fall in on himself his focus being on survival his more feral animalistic side took control.
Freedom came quickly and full of vengeance, at the time a noble had given Henric or Sprinkles as his master had chosen to name him to a Marine Vice-Admiral who had done the noble some favor or another. The Marine kept his new pet chained close with Henric’s paws in Iron balls and his mouth muzzled so tightly the straps cut into his muzzle. One night an explosion rocked the island that the Marine was stationed at. The bay was filled with masts flying hundreds of Jolly Rogers, the largest ship with the biggest flag proudly sported one of the four most feared marks that sailed the Seas.
A Yonko had come for blood.
In a miraculous and horrid turn of events the Vice-Admiral that owned Henric had also ‘bought’ the sister of the Yonko, a girl Henric had seen in passing several times. Henric’s mind was still lost to the wilds though the pirates noticing the brand on his arm immediately tried to free him, their voices not piercing into the shadowed and out of necessity shut down mind of the Mink. His response upon being freed was to turn and jump claws out at the pirates. In a scramble the desperate cornered predator turned on the ones that were trying to help and calm him down, pirates were the ones who put him in that mess, his mind searched them for the Roger he was looking for, a Sickle and axe behind a crowned skull with a serpent wrapped around the base the head sticking out of the right eye socket. Seeing none he moved to bolt for the window only to feel a warm presence envelope him and then darkness.
For the first time in years Henric awoke to himself, the clear mind focused on the world around him as conscious thought and feeling returned. It hurt. It all hurt so bad, a hand went to his throat only to touch bare flesh, his wrists were clean shaven showing the scars of the manacles. It was too much and the mink broke down. He was an ugly mess, his crew gone, his life gone and his beautiful fur marred and ruined forever. It took a while but as Henric calmed slightly he knew at once he was at sea, the smell of the ocean and the rocking of the ship making him feel at home again.
The ship he was on was large, much larger then any the mink had been on before his own Captain was moderately successful and the ship of the Cuisine Pirates Plaque D'or was a powerful streamlined Acacia Clipper it was comfortable for the 12 man crew and was a strike and flee ship. After a bit of research Henric found himself to be aboard the Hunter's Mark the proud ship of the Gamesmen Pirates, one of the many crews that answered to the Yonko that was only ever called 'Boss'. The ship was a monstrous thing at least seven decks and well over three times the length the D'or had been.
Henric was dropped off at a small Island that fell under Wano rule the pirates telling him to rest and recover, the townspeople happily taking him in, saying how useful someone his size would be to have around. Two years he recovered, he worked around town before finding himself back home in a kitchen where he re-found and began the arduous process of reforging his craft. He healed both in body and mind one of the old nonnas taking him in and caring for him at first until he was, well not better and certainly not whole again but functional and focused. He made a list and he made promises to himself. The Last of the Cuisine Pirates practiced in the forests away from prying eyes during the night and during the day. It was peaceful and it was a needed rest for the twice orphaned mink but the time had come. In the dead of night, he left a small pile of berri for the nonna who cared for him and packing the knives that the local chef gave him boarded a boat that was sailing… somewhere, it didn’t matter where, it was time to start moving again.
It was time to hunt.
Born in:
Born on the now destroyed remains of his family’s merchant fleet that resides somewhere in the depths of the Northern Blue.
Belongings:
A simple set of chef knives; a comb and brush for his fur; A small ball of yarn he fidgets with; a number of shirts, pants and coats in that Wano fashion that he uses in minkship as well as scarves and bands of leather galore.
Dreams:
He has two driving goals in his life to see to completion and one revenge quest to complete.
The first Dream is to retrieve his Mentor’s Master Knife set (Includes 1 Kiritsuki (Multi-purpose Master’s Knife), 1 Kenmuki (fine intricate work knife), 1 Mirioshi Deba (Thinner Fillet Knife used to break down large bits of boneless proteins and fish slicing right through skin and flesh), 1 Garasuki (Butchering Knife used for breaking down meat from bone), 1 Maguro (Whole large fish filleting knife 32’’ long blade plus 10’’ handle), 1 Sharpening Steel, and 1 Whetstone) they and the weathered leather roll they were in were taken from Henric’s mentor by the Pirates that killed him and enslaved Henric throwing him into the markets, the knives would be considered a masterpiece of Knife forging and general metalworking they’d be sharper than the edge of a katana and in the right hands able to slice paper thin sheets of metal off of a block of steel.
Henric’s second dream is of the perfect meal, a 32-course tasting menu with the perfect drinks and entertainment to pair, he wants to find all there is to know about the world and the tastes of it to make it possible and most importantly he wants to find the most important part of any meal like this… those to share it with. He wants to do this for several reasons with the most driving one to repay the man who taught him how to cook and protected him until the pirates attacked.
From his past, he scrounged up a list of ten names from over seven years, revenge is a dish best served cold.
Alt. Accounts?
Here? None. GrimmHuntsmen on IMVU, used to be HirukanaTatagami; as well as my PS4 account but that’s about it.
How did you find out about the forum?
Xenox made me do it.
