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devilsfruitdoctor) wrote2013-03-05 02:32 pm
devilsfruitdoctor) wrote2013-03-05 02:32 pm
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Basics
Name: Ibin Cenna (original character)
Canon & Medium: One Piece, anime
Canon Pull-point: Age 25, twelve years after his father's death and three years before joining the Piecemeal Pirates (in other words, three years before the start of the game he was originally created for).
Age: 25
Appearance:
Ibin is 6' and fairly stocky, with a solid build (and some flab on top of that). He is brown, with black hair, brown eyes, and a close-cropped black beard. He has a bandage wound several times around his forehead in that ridiculous anime "my hair was injured" style, and the sharp-eyed will notice that he also has bandages wrapped down his arm all the way to his wrist. (Also around his upper chest, torso, and legs, though his clothing covers those.)
He wears black leather boots, with black shalwar pants tucked into them, and a tan nehru jacket with light blue trim. Peeking out of the collar is a dark blue bowtie with a small silver star print. Over the jacket is a wide black leather belt, with detailed leather working that obscures many hidden slits, compartments, and loops. Finally, he has a loose, dark blue overcoat with large sleeves and pockets.
Abilities
He is a very capable doctor, with an emphasis on first aid and trauma. He is also very good with his hands, having been trained in slight-of-hand by an accomplished magician. His father also gave him a flair for showmanship, and a taste for the dramatic.
What he doesn't have is a devil's fruit power, some random, impossibly superhuman feat like having a body made entirely of rubber, being able to temporarily turn into fire, or being able to sprout arms at will out of any visible surface. Devil's fruits are legendary but mostly unexplained in the world of One Piece, and so incredibly rare that Ibin has never even seen a devil's fruit power, never mind one of the actual fruits. Not willing to let such a minor detail derail him, he has amassed an assortment of tricks and showy maneuvers he can perform with bandages, and claims to have eaten and gained the powers of the "Medi-medi Fruit." With weights, magnets, wires, elastics, and various other low-tech gimmicks, he can use the bandages he keeps hidden in his sleeves and under his clothes with a surprising amount of prehensility. He can grab small lightweight items, trip a close-quarters opponent, or lash one as if with a whip.
However, Ibin's understanding of the power he is attempting to imitate is all rumor-based and extremely flawed. He does not know that his supposed devil's fruit would be called a Paramecia type, nor does he know that devil's fruits can be classified in the first place. He knows that devil's fruit users cannot swim (and thus is careful not to do so in front of anyone) but does not realize that this handicap extends to immobility around deep standing water of any kind. He knows that seastone is a problem for devil's fruit users, but is under the vague impression that it hurts them, rather than immobilizes them like seawater. Moreover, there is of course no such thing as the "Medi-medi Fruit." In other words, Ibin's status as a devil's fruit user is patently false to anyone who actually researches devil's fruits, like Dr. Vegapunk. It is also obvious to telepaths and mind readers, since the roots of the charade-- his jealousy of devil's fruit users and desire to be extraordinary-- weigh fairly heavily in his mind.
History
Ibin Cenna was orphaned as an infant during a plague outbreak. He was brought along as most of the surviving population of several mountain villages fled to Burhara, a small port on the shores of the West Blue Ocean. There, he was taken in by Roy Hardeen, a daredevil magician who was constantly getting hurt in pursuit of the most impressive trick ever. He didn't just want some boring routine where he would stand in a corner and make an elephant disappear, he wanted to be STANDING on the HEAD of a SEA KING as it jumped through a FLAMING HOOP that was THREE STORIES TALL and then DISAPPEARED. (Him and the sea king, not the hoop.) Ibin, when very young, would watch his act with amazement and demand to be taught small sleight-of-hand tricks. It was even better for him than any other child in the audience, because he got to be the assistant, which, he believed, was the best job ever.
But when he got a little older and became more skeptical, he began to scoff at magic. He started studying medicine instead, because, he said, it would earn him more money and god knew Roy needed a medic. Magic, he maintained, was purely silly. All his mentor ever did was smile, thank him for splinting his arm so well, and remark that he would just need to make his great trick all the greater, to bring back that sense of wonder for his son.
In truth, Ibin's new disinterest in magic tricks was rooted in more than money, though the life of a magician did entail quite a bit of up-and-down finances. Ibin had already started excitedly searching out anything he could-- mostly sensationalized stories and gossipy rumors-- about the mysterious powers of devil's fruit users. A man who could create earthquakes! A woman who could turn people to stone! That was real magic, that was true power; Roy's illusions, much as Ibin loved him, couldn't even compare.
One day when Ibin was thirteen, Roy excitedly announced that he had done it, he had thought of the Greatest Trick Ever. He ranted and raved in the town square, he put up fliers announcing his "Grand Spectacle," and even hired messengers to spread the word further. He set up a giant tent and forbid anyone to enter at any time for any reason, not even Ibin. All that came in were huge, mysterious packages from far-away ports, and all that left were puffs of smoke (sometimes great gouts of flame), various clangs and noises, and the magician's occasional gleeful shout. Then, one morning, Ibin awoke to silence. He walked over to the tent and listened closely, but there was nothing. Still, he had no intention of going in; he knew Roy might just be stuck on a problem in the routine, or silently practicing the monologue that would go with it, or even sleeping. So the boy went about his business, and waited, like the rest of the town, for Hardeen to emerge and announce the show was on.
Five days later, the tent was still silent and Ibin was so frantic that he charged in anyway. He couldn't begin to guess at the strange, giant machines and backdrop pieces set up throughout the tent, but he could see quite clearly that Roy was sprawled out in the middle, dead of a broken neck or back. Ibin guessed that maybe the magician had fallen from one of the many high platforms, but perhaps a heavy moving part of a machine had struck him from behind, perhaps... anything, really. He remembered that first morning, and wondered if his father had been dying of shock as he stood on the other side of the canvas.
Afterwards, he went to the small, local clinic where he'd been training, and persuaded them to let him sleep there, even negotiating a small salary to keep himself fed and clothed. He was already more than qualified to nurse and well on his way, considering his age, to become a very good doctor. He's 25 now, a doctor, and when asked about his dreams talks excitedly of raising the money and attracting the talent to turn their little clinic into the finest trauma center on the shores of the West Blue. What he does not talk about is how, if they get profitable enough, they could possibly put a little money back into a fine (and oh-so-very safe) school of magic so that someone, someday, can pull off the Grand Spectacle his father dreamed of.
After his father's death, Ibin rediscovered his taste for magic in a small way, incorporating slight-of-hand tricks into the younger children's treatments and care, since it seemed to amuse them and keep their minds off whatever illness or injury they were dealing with. Naturally, he worked with the materials he had at hand-- bandages, splints and such. One day when he was sixteen, a young boy he was treating asked him if he had eaten a "Bandage-bandage Fruit." The idea lit a fire in his mind. He immediately began honing all the tricks he'd half-developed, delving into his father's store of supplies and practicing at all hours. When he gauged he had a believable act-- and more importantly, a confident enough patter-- he announced to all and sundry and anyone who would listen that he had found and eaten the Medi-medi Fruit, and was now Burhara's very first devil's fruit user.
His friends and acquaintances, to be totally frank, were kind. Ibin had lost so much in his life, and if he wanted to put a funny spin on his magic tricks, well, what was the harm? It was kind of sweet to see him carrying on his father's tradition, anyway. But as time went on and Ibin tirelessly kept up the act, they started to wonder, and started to talk. Was this the same as his father's shows? Hardeen had specialized in illusions-- Ibin's bandages were, demonstrably, real to the touch. He could do some very strange things. Word spread, and business grew as people began making longer and longer trips to the clinic, for the privilege of being seen and treated by the "Devil's Fruit Doctor." And once he heard that, Ibin knew that this was how he would realize his dream of a hospital.
Personality
Ibin's character has primarily grown out of his childhood with Roy. Though he vaguely wishes he could have known his birth parents, he finds it quite difficult to actually miss them. He doesn't even know precisely where he came from, seeing as he was handed off from person to person until Roy adopted him. It would be nice to know more of his own origins, but he has never felt the loss very sharply.
In normal life, Ibin is all grand gestures, loud declarations, and absurd tall tales, cheerfully jettisoning the dull truth whenever a brighter and better story comes along. He doesn't even see it as lying, and is taken aback if someone else calls it such. On the other hand, this gives him an almost professional courtesy for other people's privacy, and he generally would not be so rude as to call out someone else's flimflam act. He regularly (verbally) explodes at inconveniences and inconsiderateness, but when things go very wrong or he is actually angry, he compresses into a tight, quiet ball. This is most apparent when he is on duty at the clinic.
For all his silliness, Ibin feels a very real calling to medicine. All the family he's lost in life has been due to a lack of proper medical care (perhaps unavoidable in Roy's case, though Ibin doesn't see it that way), and he's very committed to raising the quality of care and quantity of patients his clinic can serve until they are the best hospital on the West Blue-- and then in all of the world.
Ibin has never, ever confronted his guilt over Roy's death. He has no conscious idea of how responsible he feels for it, and how much he wishes the "Medi-medi Fruit" were a real thing that could make him some sort of super-doctor capable of bringing the dead back to life. He is almost as avoidant of all his other negative emotions, as well. If confronted with the knowledge that he is a fake devil's fruit user, or with anything else that makes him truly angry or unhappy, he will refuse at all costs to engage in the conversation, and will leave by any means necessary.
When it comes to actual physical violence, Ibin is both a principled pacifist and a coward. He will do whatever occurs to him first and seems easiest in order to save as many lives in a conflict as possible. Not as many teammates, or as many innocents-- as many lives. He will always insist on capturing rather than killing, and will be furiously opposed to executions.
Despite the world of One Piece being in the Golden Age of Piracy (with all the Marine response that implies), Ibin does not really support either side. Pirates, of course, pillage and kill-- except when they don't, and many stories circulate of deeds that sound downright heroic. And Marines protect civilians-- except when they infamously take advantage of them instead. Burhara being the well-protected home of a retired admiral (and having very little real wealth), Ibin has never seen any of this with his own eyes, just heard all the stories and then some. In his opinion, both pirates and Marines are shockingly violent and cavalier about human life.
Ibin's real (and quite rare) laugh is a soft, low chuckle. When putting on a laugh, he opts for a high in the throat, fists on hips, head thrown back, "KYA-HA-HA-HA-HA!"
Exsilium Information
Weapon: At first, Ibin is going to refuse; he is very serious about his pacifism. But, given the opportunity to think it over, he's going to ask for his medi-medi bandages to be enhanced. Eventually, I would like his bandages to be have two offensive powers and two defensive ones. Right now, he has pretty good control over his trick bandages; eventually, I would like them to be fully prehensile and capable of effective melee attacks. I would also like him to be able to launch bandages from his sleeves as projectiles with a maximum range of about 50' or so. They would hit with the force of a rock as opposed to a bullet, but would also be able to unfurl in midair in order to trip an opponent or cause other mischief. For defense, I would like his bandages to be able to harden at will, giving him armor comparable to chain mail (not bulletproof, but some defense against melee weapons). Finally, I'd like him to be able to imbue his bandages with accelerated healing affects when actually used medically.
Inventory: Ibin is arriving with the clothes on his back, and the trick bandages that he keeps on his person at all times.
Previous Game Information
Game: Tabletop 2nd edition BESM
Setting: The game was set in the universe of One Piece (it was actually two gaming groups, a group of emerging pirates and a group of trainee Marines who were eventually tasked with capturing them) with no canon characters. For character creation, our GM asked us to keep in mind the traditions of One Piece: a tragic childhood, an impossible dream, and a ridiculous laugh.
Previous Game CR: None; Ibin is being taken from before the beginning of the game, and all his CR would be with fandom OCs from that game anyway.
Development: None
Name: Ibin Cenna (original character)
Canon & Medium: One Piece, anime
Canon Pull-point: Age 25, twelve years after his father's death and three years before joining the Piecemeal Pirates (in other words, three years before the start of the game he was originally created for).
Age: 25
Appearance:
Ibin is 6' and fairly stocky, with a solid build (and some flab on top of that). He is brown, with black hair, brown eyes, and a close-cropped black beard. He has a bandage wound several times around his forehead in that ridiculous anime "my hair was injured" style, and the sharp-eyed will notice that he also has bandages wrapped down his arm all the way to his wrist. (Also around his upper chest, torso, and legs, though his clothing covers those.)
He wears black leather boots, with black shalwar pants tucked into them, and a tan nehru jacket with light blue trim. Peeking out of the collar is a dark blue bowtie with a small silver star print. Over the jacket is a wide black leather belt, with detailed leather working that obscures many hidden slits, compartments, and loops. Finally, he has a loose, dark blue overcoat with large sleeves and pockets.
Abilities
He is a very capable doctor, with an emphasis on first aid and trauma. He is also very good with his hands, having been trained in slight-of-hand by an accomplished magician. His father also gave him a flair for showmanship, and a taste for the dramatic.
What he doesn't have is a devil's fruit power, some random, impossibly superhuman feat like having a body made entirely of rubber, being able to temporarily turn into fire, or being able to sprout arms at will out of any visible surface. Devil's fruits are legendary but mostly unexplained in the world of One Piece, and so incredibly rare that Ibin has never even seen a devil's fruit power, never mind one of the actual fruits. Not willing to let such a minor detail derail him, he has amassed an assortment of tricks and showy maneuvers he can perform with bandages, and claims to have eaten and gained the powers of the "Medi-medi Fruit." With weights, magnets, wires, elastics, and various other low-tech gimmicks, he can use the bandages he keeps hidden in his sleeves and under his clothes with a surprising amount of prehensility. He can grab small lightweight items, trip a close-quarters opponent, or lash one as if with a whip.
However, Ibin's understanding of the power he is attempting to imitate is all rumor-based and extremely flawed. He does not know that his supposed devil's fruit would be called a Paramecia type, nor does he know that devil's fruits can be classified in the first place. He knows that devil's fruit users cannot swim (and thus is careful not to do so in front of anyone) but does not realize that this handicap extends to immobility around deep standing water of any kind. He knows that seastone is a problem for devil's fruit users, but is under the vague impression that it hurts them, rather than immobilizes them like seawater. Moreover, there is of course no such thing as the "Medi-medi Fruit." In other words, Ibin's status as a devil's fruit user is patently false to anyone who actually researches devil's fruits, like Dr. Vegapunk. It is also obvious to telepaths and mind readers, since the roots of the charade-- his jealousy of devil's fruit users and desire to be extraordinary-- weigh fairly heavily in his mind.
History
Ibin Cenna was orphaned as an infant during a plague outbreak. He was brought along as most of the surviving population of several mountain villages fled to Burhara, a small port on the shores of the West Blue Ocean. There, he was taken in by Roy Hardeen, a daredevil magician who was constantly getting hurt in pursuit of the most impressive trick ever. He didn't just want some boring routine where he would stand in a corner and make an elephant disappear, he wanted to be STANDING on the HEAD of a SEA KING as it jumped through a FLAMING HOOP that was THREE STORIES TALL and then DISAPPEARED. (Him and the sea king, not the hoop.) Ibin, when very young, would watch his act with amazement and demand to be taught small sleight-of-hand tricks. It was even better for him than any other child in the audience, because he got to be the assistant, which, he believed, was the best job ever.
But when he got a little older and became more skeptical, he began to scoff at magic. He started studying medicine instead, because, he said, it would earn him more money and god knew Roy needed a medic. Magic, he maintained, was purely silly. All his mentor ever did was smile, thank him for splinting his arm so well, and remark that he would just need to make his great trick all the greater, to bring back that sense of wonder for his son.
In truth, Ibin's new disinterest in magic tricks was rooted in more than money, though the life of a magician did entail quite a bit of up-and-down finances. Ibin had already started excitedly searching out anything he could-- mostly sensationalized stories and gossipy rumors-- about the mysterious powers of devil's fruit users. A man who could create earthquakes! A woman who could turn people to stone! That was real magic, that was true power; Roy's illusions, much as Ibin loved him, couldn't even compare.
One day when Ibin was thirteen, Roy excitedly announced that he had done it, he had thought of the Greatest Trick Ever. He ranted and raved in the town square, he put up fliers announcing his "Grand Spectacle," and even hired messengers to spread the word further. He set up a giant tent and forbid anyone to enter at any time for any reason, not even Ibin. All that came in were huge, mysterious packages from far-away ports, and all that left were puffs of smoke (sometimes great gouts of flame), various clangs and noises, and the magician's occasional gleeful shout. Then, one morning, Ibin awoke to silence. He walked over to the tent and listened closely, but there was nothing. Still, he had no intention of going in; he knew Roy might just be stuck on a problem in the routine, or silently practicing the monologue that would go with it, or even sleeping. So the boy went about his business, and waited, like the rest of the town, for Hardeen to emerge and announce the show was on.
Five days later, the tent was still silent and Ibin was so frantic that he charged in anyway. He couldn't begin to guess at the strange, giant machines and backdrop pieces set up throughout the tent, but he could see quite clearly that Roy was sprawled out in the middle, dead of a broken neck or back. Ibin guessed that maybe the magician had fallen from one of the many high platforms, but perhaps a heavy moving part of a machine had struck him from behind, perhaps... anything, really. He remembered that first morning, and wondered if his father had been dying of shock as he stood on the other side of the canvas.
Afterwards, he went to the small, local clinic where he'd been training, and persuaded them to let him sleep there, even negotiating a small salary to keep himself fed and clothed. He was already more than qualified to nurse and well on his way, considering his age, to become a very good doctor. He's 25 now, a doctor, and when asked about his dreams talks excitedly of raising the money and attracting the talent to turn their little clinic into the finest trauma center on the shores of the West Blue. What he does not talk about is how, if they get profitable enough, they could possibly put a little money back into a fine (and oh-so-very safe) school of magic so that someone, someday, can pull off the Grand Spectacle his father dreamed of.
After his father's death, Ibin rediscovered his taste for magic in a small way, incorporating slight-of-hand tricks into the younger children's treatments and care, since it seemed to amuse them and keep their minds off whatever illness or injury they were dealing with. Naturally, he worked with the materials he had at hand-- bandages, splints and such. One day when he was sixteen, a young boy he was treating asked him if he had eaten a "Bandage-bandage Fruit." The idea lit a fire in his mind. He immediately began honing all the tricks he'd half-developed, delving into his father's store of supplies and practicing at all hours. When he gauged he had a believable act-- and more importantly, a confident enough patter-- he announced to all and sundry and anyone who would listen that he had found and eaten the Medi-medi Fruit, and was now Burhara's very first devil's fruit user.
His friends and acquaintances, to be totally frank, were kind. Ibin had lost so much in his life, and if he wanted to put a funny spin on his magic tricks, well, what was the harm? It was kind of sweet to see him carrying on his father's tradition, anyway. But as time went on and Ibin tirelessly kept up the act, they started to wonder, and started to talk. Was this the same as his father's shows? Hardeen had specialized in illusions-- Ibin's bandages were, demonstrably, real to the touch. He could do some very strange things. Word spread, and business grew as people began making longer and longer trips to the clinic, for the privilege of being seen and treated by the "Devil's Fruit Doctor." And once he heard that, Ibin knew that this was how he would realize his dream of a hospital.
Personality
Ibin's character has primarily grown out of his childhood with Roy. Though he vaguely wishes he could have known his birth parents, he finds it quite difficult to actually miss them. He doesn't even know precisely where he came from, seeing as he was handed off from person to person until Roy adopted him. It would be nice to know more of his own origins, but he has never felt the loss very sharply.
In normal life, Ibin is all grand gestures, loud declarations, and absurd tall tales, cheerfully jettisoning the dull truth whenever a brighter and better story comes along. He doesn't even see it as lying, and is taken aback if someone else calls it such. On the other hand, this gives him an almost professional courtesy for other people's privacy, and he generally would not be so rude as to call out someone else's flimflam act. He regularly (verbally) explodes at inconveniences and inconsiderateness, but when things go very wrong or he is actually angry, he compresses into a tight, quiet ball. This is most apparent when he is on duty at the clinic.
For all his silliness, Ibin feels a very real calling to medicine. All the family he's lost in life has been due to a lack of proper medical care (perhaps unavoidable in Roy's case, though Ibin doesn't see it that way), and he's very committed to raising the quality of care and quantity of patients his clinic can serve until they are the best hospital on the West Blue-- and then in all of the world.
Ibin has never, ever confronted his guilt over Roy's death. He has no conscious idea of how responsible he feels for it, and how much he wishes the "Medi-medi Fruit" were a real thing that could make him some sort of super-doctor capable of bringing the dead back to life. He is almost as avoidant of all his other negative emotions, as well. If confronted with the knowledge that he is a fake devil's fruit user, or with anything else that makes him truly angry or unhappy, he will refuse at all costs to engage in the conversation, and will leave by any means necessary.
When it comes to actual physical violence, Ibin is both a principled pacifist and a coward. He will do whatever occurs to him first and seems easiest in order to save as many lives in a conflict as possible. Not as many teammates, or as many innocents-- as many lives. He will always insist on capturing rather than killing, and will be furiously opposed to executions.
Despite the world of One Piece being in the Golden Age of Piracy (with all the Marine response that implies), Ibin does not really support either side. Pirates, of course, pillage and kill-- except when they don't, and many stories circulate of deeds that sound downright heroic. And Marines protect civilians-- except when they infamously take advantage of them instead. Burhara being the well-protected home of a retired admiral (and having very little real wealth), Ibin has never seen any of this with his own eyes, just heard all the stories and then some. In his opinion, both pirates and Marines are shockingly violent and cavalier about human life.
Ibin's real (and quite rare) laugh is a soft, low chuckle. When putting on a laugh, he opts for a high in the throat, fists on hips, head thrown back, "KYA-HA-HA-HA-HA!"
Exsilium Information
Weapon: At first, Ibin is going to refuse; he is very serious about his pacifism. But, given the opportunity to think it over, he's going to ask for his medi-medi bandages to be enhanced. Eventually, I would like his bandages to be have two offensive powers and two defensive ones. Right now, he has pretty good control over his trick bandages; eventually, I would like them to be fully prehensile and capable of effective melee attacks. I would also like him to be able to launch bandages from his sleeves as projectiles with a maximum range of about 50' or so. They would hit with the force of a rock as opposed to a bullet, but would also be able to unfurl in midair in order to trip an opponent or cause other mischief. For defense, I would like his bandages to be able to harden at will, giving him armor comparable to chain mail (not bulletproof, but some defense against melee weapons). Finally, I'd like him to be able to imbue his bandages with accelerated healing affects when actually used medically.
Inventory: Ibin is arriving with the clothes on his back, and the trick bandages that he keeps on his person at all times.
Previous Game Information
Game: Tabletop 2nd edition BESM
Setting: The game was set in the universe of One Piece (it was actually two gaming groups, a group of emerging pirates and a group of trainee Marines who were eventually tasked with capturing them) with no canon characters. For character creation, our GM asked us to keep in mind the traditions of One Piece: a tragic childhood, an impossible dream, and a ridiculous laugh.
Previous Game CR: None; Ibin is being taken from before the beginning of the game, and all his CR would be with fandom OCs from that game anyway.
Development: None