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PLAYER: Ophy
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CHARACTER INFORMATION
NAME: Sanji (no last name)
CANON: One Piece
CANON REFERENCE: http://onepiece.wikia.com/wiki/Sanji
AGE: 21
GENDER: Male
YEAR IN SCHOOL/FACULTY POSITION: Chef
APPEARANCE: This is a grotesquely large image.
PERSONALITY:
Sanji is, first and foremost, two things: a cook, and a lady's man. Coming in third, though a very close one, he's also a loyal friend. Actually being a fighter against evil and several other qualities, both positive and not, can all take fourth for all he cares. Ever since he was a kid, Sanji had dreams of being the world's premier cook, and even at the young age of thirteen he was already working as a sous-chef under his adoptive father, the legendary mutant cook Zeff. Even as just a young tyke, he'd shot for the heavens in his goals in desiring to unite the cuisine of all the world under his masterful hand.
The shipwreck he and Zeff experienced left Sanji a changed man at a very young age. He doesn't do anything halfway or attempt to contain his passions whatsoever, and his moral convictions are completely adamant: no matter what, he refuses to let anyone go hungry, whether they be friend or enemy, or whether they can pay or not. Likewise, wasting food or stealing what one doesn't need will earn his ire very swiftly. Feeling helpless while trapped on that island also led to him studying how to apply his mutation and be a fighter under the less-savory workers on the Baratie cruise ship, leading to him picking up some of their traits that joined with his own passionate outlook on life. He became a shameless lover of all ladies, everywhere, especially the beautiful ones. He'll flirt with anyone he considers even remotely attractive, and even the hopelessly beyond his attraction are still treated with respect and chivalry dragged right out of medieval romance novels. Despite this, he's a pervert at heart, oftentimes lamenting in his youth how he wished his mutation had granted him the power of invisibility so he could peek at girls unseen. Anyone who disrespects either of his passions will swiftly earn his wrath, and of course, him fighting any lady is absolutely out of the question: he'd sooner stand there and be beaten into the ground than do any more than block and guard against a female opponent's attack.
Wanderlust and an urge to prove himself drive Sanji on toward bigger and better things in life. He despises anti-mutant bigotry, and prides himself on thinking that he'd think exactly the same way if he was just a human. Wherever he goes, he ends up serving as a shrewd, intelligent cook and very capable fighter when the situation calls for it, despite his glaring weaknesses of women and pride. Despite his flighty and oft-times spacy appearance, he's actually extremely observant, able to pick out fine details from a greater picture. He's shown again and again his ability to stay one step ahead of the game, planning-wise, though he's not above admitting it when someone else outsmarts or outclasses him and letting the more qualified take the wheel. He has a very nasty temper, particularly when a woman is insulted, injured, or otherwise slighted, and gets fired up easily when it's time to enter what he considers righteous battle. Rivalries develop fast for him, and they're held for life, although they can simmer down into friendly ones after enough time goes by. His opinion of himself is extremely high, to the point where he considers himself a flawless, fairy-tale prince come to rescue the ladies of the world, and no amount of people calling that belief dumb will sway it.
POWERS/ABILITIES:
Sanji possesses what he calls Diable Jambe, the devil leg. From above the waist, he's as normal as any human, but below there he's quite superhuman. His legs are durable to the point of near-invincibility, and they possess high enough strength to crack solid concrete with a kick. They're also completely immune to heat damage, a feature of his ability to concentrate and cause his legs to superheat, improving their destructive power (and making him invest in fireproof pants if going into a combat situation.) Having extremely strong legs also makes him capable of heroic leaps, but Sanji has no super power to make him particularly good at landings if he jumps too high.
AU HISTORY:
Where he was born, Sanji doesn't know, but he was adopted when he was very young by the infamous Zeff, a former mutant radical who abandoned the pro-mutant fight to become a chef. Raised as Zeff's own son, he took after his adoptive father immensely, deciding when he was barely old enough to walk that he would, one day, be the world's foremost chef himself. He lived most of his life at sea, onboard Zeff's traveling restaurant ship, as they traveled the eastern United States, and he spent his days divided up between receiving education, both general and on how to cook, and doing actual work in the kitchen onboard the ship. It was a life of hard work, but he was dedicated to being all he could be, and he endured and enjoyed every last day of it.
When he was thirteen years old, Sanji had an encounter that would change his life. The ship he called home was caught in an immense storm far off the coast, and there weren't quite enough lifeboats to go around after a few capsized in the torrential rains. Zeff elected to stay onboard and let his crew escape, and Sanji managed to sneak his way off the boat he was assigned to in order to try to help save him. The two of them were washed far away and crashed onto a desert island, just barely being spared their lives and a meager bag of food that Zeff managed to salvage. A quick look at their supplies told Sanji they'd barely last two weeks on what they had, but they were stuck on that island for almost two months. Zeff insisted Sanji have all the food, and by rationing out what was practically crumbs a day, he survived. How Zeff did likewise was a mystery to him, and at one time he suspected the old man had a cache of it that he was feasting off of, but confronting him revealed the horrifying truth: Zeff had been consuming his own leg to stay alive, maiming himself to keep his adopted son alive.
Just when supplies were dwindling to absolutely nothing, the two were found by search teams and rescued. The harrowing experience had its physical toll on him, but more than that, Sanji came out of it a changed person and even more dedicated to becoming a top-notch chef. Zeff found employment on a cruise ship called the Baratie after his recovery, and he brought Sanji with him. Sanji's love for the French culture came from this time, and he mastered the language swiftly to study it more. This, along with the uncouth men he worked and learned alongside with, made him the man he is today: a woman-crazed pervert-chef with a heart of tarnished gold. His mutation made itself known shortly after he reached puberty, and he trained and learned from crewmen how to develop his hands-free fighting style.
When he hit the age of nineteen, Sanji believed he'd learned all he could from serving on the Baratie. He needed to get out there, spread his wings, and explore the world on his own, and to his surprise, Zeff agreed. Setting off on his own, with a substantial amount of money he'd earned working since he was still a kid, he traveled the world, working wherever a mutant could get employment as a cook, learning their cuisine and trying to improve on it. His goal of a fusion of all the world's greatest culinary art drove him on for two years, but with his money dwindling and having visited barely half the places he wanted to go, he decided it was time for a break from the traveler's life and to look for somewhere to set down roots for a time. The Xavier Institute, an international haven for mutant students, was just the perfect place for an itinerant chef in need of a place to call home.
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"Wrap it up, ladies and gents! We're done for the day."
Sometimes it felt like a day would go on forever, but sooner or later, even the longest workdays came to an end. Sanji gave the call to his loyal crew, signaling a small sea of happy, relieved faces. He couldn't really blame them for being so eager to get off and out of there, many of them had been working since the early hours of the morning, just like he was, and they looked tired of staring into ovens, pots, and pans all day long. Even Sanji himself looked a little less weary at the prospect of getting some relaxation after the tidal wave of work that went into feeding a whole herd of hungry teenagers three times that day: a man could only heed his calling for so long before he needed a break. But, tired or not, he felt good the way he did only after putting in a solid day's work, and seeing all those happy faces on the kids digging in to the many varied foods he and the other cooks had whipped up made it all worth it.
The rest of the cooks began to file out as they finished cleanup at their stations, leaving Sanji to tackle getting the last of the food out there for the stragglers to dinner to get what they needed. After this, he was going to grab a smoke break, then probably come right back to the kitchen and see to it the place was spotless for tomorrow. It was a seven-day week, this gig, and even on his days off he insisted on coming by to make sure the place was running at a hundred percent efficiency. The fact that there were several women that struck his fancy working directly under him that sometimes worked the days he was off happened to be a good motivator in seeing him coming in to put in some volunteer time in the kitchen, and why wouldn't it be? They were beautiful people, and they shared his passion for food... or at least, some of them did. Some were there because they took what work they could get, circumstances he knew oh so well, and he always did his best to make sure they were given easy jobs. Some of the men complained, but hell with'em, he could pull their duties at the same time as his own if they wanted to walk off over 'favoritism.' Anyone that wouldn't show a lady respect when she needed it wasn't welcome on his team anyway.
Waving and saying his goodbyes and good nights, Sanji shook his head and focused his thoughts back to the situation at hand. Time to grab the last meals, take them out, get them set up, and let the janitors and dishwashers handle it from there. The night was still young, and Sanji had things to do, damn straight he did.
PLAYER: Ophy
ARE YOU AT LEAST 14 YEARS OLD?: Yes
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CHARACTER INFORMATION
NAME: Sanji (no last name)
CANON: One Piece
CANON REFERENCE: http://onepiece.wikia.com/wiki/Sanji
AGE: 21
GENDER: Male
YEAR IN SCHOOL/FACULTY POSITION: Chef
APPEARANCE: This is a grotesquely large image.
PERSONALITY:
Sanji is, first and foremost, two things: a cook, and a lady's man. Coming in third, though a very close one, he's also a loyal friend. Actually being a fighter against evil and several other qualities, both positive and not, can all take fourth for all he cares. Ever since he was a kid, Sanji had dreams of being the world's premier cook, and even at the young age of thirteen he was already working as a sous-chef under his adoptive father, the legendary mutant cook Zeff. Even as just a young tyke, he'd shot for the heavens in his goals in desiring to unite the cuisine of all the world under his masterful hand.
The shipwreck he and Zeff experienced left Sanji a changed man at a very young age. He doesn't do anything halfway or attempt to contain his passions whatsoever, and his moral convictions are completely adamant: no matter what, he refuses to let anyone go hungry, whether they be friend or enemy, or whether they can pay or not. Likewise, wasting food or stealing what one doesn't need will earn his ire very swiftly. Feeling helpless while trapped on that island also led to him studying how to apply his mutation and be a fighter under the less-savory workers on the Baratie cruise ship, leading to him picking up some of their traits that joined with his own passionate outlook on life. He became a shameless lover of all ladies, everywhere, especially the beautiful ones. He'll flirt with anyone he considers even remotely attractive, and even the hopelessly beyond his attraction are still treated with respect and chivalry dragged right out of medieval romance novels. Despite this, he's a pervert at heart, oftentimes lamenting in his youth how he wished his mutation had granted him the power of invisibility so he could peek at girls unseen. Anyone who disrespects either of his passions will swiftly earn his wrath, and of course, him fighting any lady is absolutely out of the question: he'd sooner stand there and be beaten into the ground than do any more than block and guard against a female opponent's attack.
Wanderlust and an urge to prove himself drive Sanji on toward bigger and better things in life. He despises anti-mutant bigotry, and prides himself on thinking that he'd think exactly the same way if he was just a human. Wherever he goes, he ends up serving as a shrewd, intelligent cook and very capable fighter when the situation calls for it, despite his glaring weaknesses of women and pride. Despite his flighty and oft-times spacy appearance, he's actually extremely observant, able to pick out fine details from a greater picture. He's shown again and again his ability to stay one step ahead of the game, planning-wise, though he's not above admitting it when someone else outsmarts or outclasses him and letting the more qualified take the wheel. He has a very nasty temper, particularly when a woman is insulted, injured, or otherwise slighted, and gets fired up easily when it's time to enter what he considers righteous battle. Rivalries develop fast for him, and they're held for life, although they can simmer down into friendly ones after enough time goes by. His opinion of himself is extremely high, to the point where he considers himself a flawless, fairy-tale prince come to rescue the ladies of the world, and no amount of people calling that belief dumb will sway it.
POWERS/ABILITIES:
Sanji possesses what he calls Diable Jambe, the devil leg. From above the waist, he's as normal as any human, but below there he's quite superhuman. His legs are durable to the point of near-invincibility, and they possess high enough strength to crack solid concrete with a kick. They're also completely immune to heat damage, a feature of his ability to concentrate and cause his legs to superheat, improving their destructive power (and making him invest in fireproof pants if going into a combat situation.) Having extremely strong legs also makes him capable of heroic leaps, but Sanji has no super power to make him particularly good at landings if he jumps too high.
AU HISTORY:
Where he was born, Sanji doesn't know, but he was adopted when he was very young by the infamous Zeff, a former mutant radical who abandoned the pro-mutant fight to become a chef. Raised as Zeff's own son, he took after his adoptive father immensely, deciding when he was barely old enough to walk that he would, one day, be the world's foremost chef himself. He lived most of his life at sea, onboard Zeff's traveling restaurant ship, as they traveled the eastern United States, and he spent his days divided up between receiving education, both general and on how to cook, and doing actual work in the kitchen onboard the ship. It was a life of hard work, but he was dedicated to being all he could be, and he endured and enjoyed every last day of it.
When he was thirteen years old, Sanji had an encounter that would change his life. The ship he called home was caught in an immense storm far off the coast, and there weren't quite enough lifeboats to go around after a few capsized in the torrential rains. Zeff elected to stay onboard and let his crew escape, and Sanji managed to sneak his way off the boat he was assigned to in order to try to help save him. The two of them were washed far away and crashed onto a desert island, just barely being spared their lives and a meager bag of food that Zeff managed to salvage. A quick look at their supplies told Sanji they'd barely last two weeks on what they had, but they were stuck on that island for almost two months. Zeff insisted Sanji have all the food, and by rationing out what was practically crumbs a day, he survived. How Zeff did likewise was a mystery to him, and at one time he suspected the old man had a cache of it that he was feasting off of, but confronting him revealed the horrifying truth: Zeff had been consuming his own leg to stay alive, maiming himself to keep his adopted son alive.
Just when supplies were dwindling to absolutely nothing, the two were found by search teams and rescued. The harrowing experience had its physical toll on him, but more than that, Sanji came out of it a changed person and even more dedicated to becoming a top-notch chef. Zeff found employment on a cruise ship called the Baratie after his recovery, and he brought Sanji with him. Sanji's love for the French culture came from this time, and he mastered the language swiftly to study it more. This, along with the uncouth men he worked and learned alongside with, made him the man he is today: a woman-crazed pervert-chef with a heart of tarnished gold. His mutation made itself known shortly after he reached puberty, and he trained and learned from crewmen how to develop his hands-free fighting style.
When he hit the age of nineteen, Sanji believed he'd learned all he could from serving on the Baratie. He needed to get out there, spread his wings, and explore the world on his own, and to his surprise, Zeff agreed. Setting off on his own, with a substantial amount of money he'd earned working since he was still a kid, he traveled the world, working wherever a mutant could get employment as a cook, learning their cuisine and trying to improve on it. His goal of a fusion of all the world's greatest culinary art drove him on for two years, but with his money dwindling and having visited barely half the places he wanted to go, he decided it was time for a break from the traveler's life and to look for somewhere to set down roots for a time. The Xavier Institute, an international haven for mutant students, was just the perfect place for an itinerant chef in need of a place to call home.
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THIRD PERSON SAMPLE:
"Wrap it up, ladies and gents! We're done for the day."
Sometimes it felt like a day would go on forever, but sooner or later, even the longest workdays came to an end. Sanji gave the call to his loyal crew, signaling a small sea of happy, relieved faces. He couldn't really blame them for being so eager to get off and out of there, many of them had been working since the early hours of the morning, just like he was, and they looked tired of staring into ovens, pots, and pans all day long. Even Sanji himself looked a little less weary at the prospect of getting some relaxation after the tidal wave of work that went into feeding a whole herd of hungry teenagers three times that day: a man could only heed his calling for so long before he needed a break. But, tired or not, he felt good the way he did only after putting in a solid day's work, and seeing all those happy faces on the kids digging in to the many varied foods he and the other cooks had whipped up made it all worth it.
The rest of the cooks began to file out as they finished cleanup at their stations, leaving Sanji to tackle getting the last of the food out there for the stragglers to dinner to get what they needed. After this, he was going to grab a smoke break, then probably come right back to the kitchen and see to it the place was spotless for tomorrow. It was a seven-day week, this gig, and even on his days off he insisted on coming by to make sure the place was running at a hundred percent efficiency. The fact that there were several women that struck his fancy working directly under him that sometimes worked the days he was off happened to be a good motivator in seeing him coming in to put in some volunteer time in the kitchen, and why wouldn't it be? They were beautiful people, and they shared his passion for food... or at least, some of them did. Some were there because they took what work they could get, circumstances he knew oh so well, and he always did his best to make sure they were given easy jobs. Some of the men complained, but hell with'em, he could pull their duties at the same time as his own if they wanted to walk off over 'favoritism.' Anyone that wouldn't show a lady respect when she needed it wasn't welcome on his team anyway.
Waving and saying his goodbyes and good nights, Sanji shook his head and focused his thoughts back to the situation at hand. Time to grab the last meals, take them out, get them set up, and let the janitors and dishwashers handle it from there. The night was still young, and Sanji had things to do, damn straight he did.