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Marcus taint

Let slip the dogs of war...

0 · 405 views · located in The World of One Piece (And the Calypso)

a character in “The Voyages of The Calypso”, as played by Booker_Dewit47

Description

Name: Marcus Taint

Alias(es): The phantom of the marines, the reaper of blades.

*Age: 25

*Species: human

*Race: Caucasian

Sub race (If applicable):

*Appearance (Physical): He is 5’9 with a small amount of muscle on his arms and legs, he has a noticeable six pack and has strong arm. He has black hair but has dyed a crimson stripe down the left side of his face, he often wears his hair short cropped as well. He also has a set of hazel eyes.

*Appearance (Clothing/Accessories): He wears a pair of trousers with a Wight shirt, he wears a long duster type of coat and a pair of boots. He also has his marine officer sword slung to his side and his rifle strapped to his back

*Personality: He is reserved and quiet and often won’t speak unless spoken to. He will most times prefer to stay away from most people and

*Short Bio (No spoilers please: P): Marcus grew up in a small village in the higher parts of the mountains, therefore, he can’t get a tan worth a damn. He enlisted in to the marines after he was seen pegging birds in the air at ranges of 800 yards and almost by force was transferred to the sniper core were he learned to kill things with such accuracy, he could kill you, your wife, your kids, there friends, and your pet dog, all with a single bullet.
After 5 years as a marine assassin, he has finally gotten out, only to drink his cash away in 3 months of retirement.
So now we find him here, getting kicked out of a bar because he can’t pay for his drinks.

*Weapons/Equipment: He has his marine sharp shooters rifle, a single shot, bolt action cartridge rifle. He also has his marine sabre as well.

*Abilities: Strength, ability, his accuracy, his training as well as his experience, his reputation as well, he is also a very well-known swordsmen.

*Strengths:
Iron will.
He will NOT give up on causes he finds worthy.

Dead eye.
He has almost never missed a target

Military experience.
Being a marine sniper, he knows many of the laws, codes, and traditions that have to do with the marines.

*Weaknesses:

He likes to drink…a lot.
Arachnophobia.
Fucking spiders, why does it have to be fucking spiders.
Loss.
He has had to loose just about every one, so he is scared of losing more people he loves.

No love life to speak off.
Hey, when you’re a world class assassin, who needs a girlfriend.
Haki: itszue mi

**Haki Type: ….I have no idea what to put here…..

**Haki Abilities: His Haki allows him to predict all of the variables needed to pinpoint a shot, from wind, to range, he can see it float across his vision with the best of detail.

*Role aboard the Calypso: Sniper

So begins...

Marcus taint's Story

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Character Portrait: Marcus taint Character Portrait: Zasha Character Portrait: Nicholas Neggy Character Portrait: Marlie Spike
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Zasha nodded and loped off to the cabin, avoiding stepping on the fallen Marines. No need to add insult to injury when they were down, not when she had no personal grievance against them anyway. Good thing steering the ship was in her skill set, else this would be awkward.

The captain's cabin was a complete mess. Papers and things strewn everywhere, empty goblets, ashes from what looked like expensive cigars, and one long table to hold it all. Thankfully there was no rotting food, since it was a Marine ship, and personal affects seemed to be slim to none. She could see a large coat in one corner, a wide Navy style in mostly white with red and gold accents, with big brass buttons that almost touched the floor on her. On a whim she put it on without putting her arms through the sleeves with the nearby hat, but a nearby shaving mirror showed her that the hat was completely not to her personal taste, so she tossed it back on the rack.

Now, logically, where would this lever be? There was a large glass window, heavily reinforced, looking out on the ocean beyond the stern, so the lever should be nearby. And there indeed it was, facing the middle of the window. Or at least, that's where it would have been if the mechanism had actually been there. Zasha looked at the hole in the deck and sighed at the gears. Those were not helpful at all. She looked around the cabin, lifting this and that, peering into corners, but to no avail. It was nowhere to be found. Striding out of the cabin, she hailed her captain.

"Captain Neggy? We've got a problem. I don't know why or how they would do such a thing, but the lever that steers the ship doesn't seem to be where it's supposed to be." It was a worse problem because they really shouldn't be staying long in harbor, not on a stolen Marine ship.

As she walked out she noticed suddenly that the captain's jacket was far too big for him, and the Navy jacket she had liberated from the cabin might fit him much better. It would serve the crew best if their captain made a good showing of it, and besides, as Captain he had first dibs on any of the loot. Zasha shrugged her purloined jacket off and offered it to him.

"Here, Captain, the Marines left something in the cabin that might be to your liking."

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"Ah hell" was what Marcus said when he heard about the steering lever. He walked up to the open port, proceeded to pick up a flag pole laying on the ground, and jammed it in to the whole and turned it this way and that. "That should hold until we get to a free port." he sat it the captains chair flipped out his flask and took a swig from it.

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He hears this just as he reaches the top deck, he appeared to be carrying one marine on his left shoulder and dragging the other, “Gone? They took it?!” He scrunches his nose, “Damn Marines, always getting in my way!” He lets go of the one he was dragging, and tosses the other overboard; all within reason of course. The young Captain steps over to a barrel, and grabs a cup that had been conveniently perched on the edge; he dips the cup in and lifts it out. Water was in it for obvious reasons. He brought the cup full of water over to the unconscious marine and splashed it on his face; this caused him to rouse him quite quickly, before he could make an attempt at anything Neggy planted his foot on the Marine's shoulder. “Oi. Don't move. Or your dead.” The Marine looked up at the usually playful blondie, “Where's the lever? Why doesn't this ship have a lever?” Nicholas seemed irritated again, “I-i-it isn't...I mean. It's not here cause of the outpost. Prisoner, a new prisoner that's right! When more guards are needed there they take them from ships, but if a ship doesn't have enough to defend it they take the helm as well.” The blonde Captain groans, “Well isn't this just perfect?” He gripes, taking his foot away, “I'm pissed, so you better just throw yourself into the water as soon as you can.”

His indirect threat was heard, and obliged; the Marine was gone with a corresponding splash in a few seconds. “Marine!” He was referring to Marcus, “Is it true?” He asks, hoping that what the one he forced overboard was fibbing. Neggy ascended to the stern of the deck, and slipped passed Zasha to see Marcus' improvisation. “Nevermind, let's try this...But first...” He makes his way towards the flag pole/improvised helm and attempts to move it. Without much force at all, the middle of the pole simply snaps in half. Splinters went flying. “Well, shit.” Neggy looked flustered. He crosses his arms, and leans back against the cabin wall, “No choice then.” The Captain looked as though he already made up his mind.

Neggy just now noticed the coat, it was so...So...Badass! He snatched it from Zasha, "What a find Blue!" He attempts to slip it on, but once he gets his arms through the sleeves he finds that it's too big. "It...Oh...I got an idea." He removes his arms from the sleeves, and just sets the collar on his shoulders. Tying the small laces at the collar's flaps to stop it from slipping off of him. Instead of a coat it was now a cape. He also noticed the hat on the rack inside. "Score!" He zipped to it, and tried it on; he saw himself in the mirror, and nearly feinted in joy. "I look like a right Captain now! I'll scare the hell outta anyone who gets in our way." He claimed, possibly overestimating his chances of intimidation.

(The new Neggy, minus the pistol and cutlass) Image

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"Ehh, im a sniper, not a craftsmen" Marcus looked over towards his new captain, who had a look on his face "Your not thinking about what I think your thinking about, are you?" He took another swig from his flask and thought about how much ammo he had left.

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#, as written by Golgari
It had been eight days since Dahlia Summer had stowed away on a marine ship in an empty fish barrel and she was beginning to regret her decision. Sure it had seemed like a great idea at the time. Stow away in a ship, eventually reach Iskamar, uncover the reason millions of species died. Simple right? Unfortunately, it seemed these marines weren't exactly the friendly type and, according to a random cabin boy's conversation, she'd gotten on the wrong ship. Now she was stuck in a barrel until she had a chance to make a break for it. This was not how she wanted to spend summer vacation.
It was hard enough to sleep scrunched up in small wooden space that reeked of fish and rot without the marines constantly nosing through the cargo hold. At least food wasn't hard to come by. There was plenty to eat in the hold with her. However there was one problem that could not be overcome through sheer willpower and stealth.

Boredom.

“Ugghhhhh. I’m so bored.” The young woman groaned, softly smacking her head against the inside of her temporary home. With a small push she popped off the lid and climbed out, browsing the cargo for something to keep her attention.
“Pickles? Had that yesterday. Jerky? Not in the mood. Fish? Ugh, I don’t think I could even stomach one of those right now.” She prodded through the crates for a minute or two, finally deciding on a can of corn and a peach.

As she sat down to sample her wares a loud crash came from above her. Yelling echoed through the ship for a few moments until suddenly, silence. Without a moment to spare she sprang into action, hoisting her anchor over her shoulder, she slowly opened the door and made her way through the ship, following the voices. After a few moments she reached the captain’s room, the source of the voices. As stealthily as she could, Dahlia hid behind the wall, trying to listen in on the conversation.

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Marcus had been milling around the ship for the last few minutes or so when he saw something that didn't make sense. It was a barrel, laying open on its side. His hand went to his sabre and he began to fallow were his instincts told him to go. That's when he turns a corner and nearly tramples the albino, who swung her sword at him in a bi of surprise and confusion, only for him to parry her blade and said "Oie, watch were your swinging that thing, jeesh." He then put a finger on his lips and spoke in a whisper "Do you have the feeling there is some one else on this ship?" he asked, still keeping his voice a whisper. His hand went back to his blade again

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"yeah....I totally feel it....they went over there..." Marlie whispered to the sniper. "My haki isn't the best but I'm pretty sure I can figure out where they're going..." Looking this way and that, she started to slide along the wall towards the captain's room. "Oh and here," Marlie smirked as she tossed a pouch of ammo to the sniper, she had yet to figure out his name. "The name's Marlie Spike." She hated making conversation, especially introductions. Without waiting for a response she continued to slink towards the door. Behind it she could hear Neggy and the blue lady discussing what they were going to do. The door had a small crack, just enough to see the see a wisp of brown hair dart behind a large chest of drawers. "Come on!" she gestured towards the sniper, who was close on her tail. And with that she suck into the room, with no one the wiser

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Marcus felt a flashback happen as she spoke her name, Marlie Spike, he blinked it away and loaded his rifle with a shell he found in the pouch. That surprised hi as vary few solders, sniper at that, used the same type of bolt rifle, so the shells were rare.

He slowed his breathing and the gold letters began to float across his vision again. They precise measurements were giving him angles of attack and likeliness of him killing anything. What a rare haki he had, rare indeed.

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Zasha stifled a laugh at the captain's coat-cape, wouldn't do to be seen laughing at the captain the first day on board, even if this captain had a different attitude than any she'd ever worked under.

The sniper and cook had disappeared to do who-knows-what. She'd bet on a shipboard romance if she'd sensed any chemistry between them in their short acquaintance or if the age gap had been less, but stranger things had happened. Zasha took a critical look around the deck and started taking stock of its contents. The mast seemed in excellent repair, but she would have to climb up it to make sure as well as to check the sails. With everyone else busy, it seemed ridiculous to track someone else down just so she could order them to do a job when she had nothing else going on.

Step by step she climbed the mast, and when she reached the first set of sails she crawled out on it to check the connections between topsail and yard. She stood upon it, checking carefully, and then went to the other side. It didn't take long to check the basics, and with sails you could easily see any rips or tears and this had none. The crow's nest, when she got there, was also in good repair, although the telescope was of poor quality. They would have to pick up a new one somewhere, by purchase or loot. Checking done, for this mast at least, she shimmied quickly down back to the deck. There should be spare sails somewhere in the hold, which she would have to confirm when she had a chance to get down there and take inventory. Without a bo'sun in the crew, she would have to pick up the slack.

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Taro sat quietly aboard a marine vessel docked by the outpost on this island. Honestly he wasn't sure how he ended up in this damned mess but he sure as Hell wasn't happy about it, how could he have been so careless as to be picked up. Mistaken for a pirate, it was all because of his hometown, if those idiots hadn't spoken up about him, Taro would be aboard his ship, not this crappy marine ship. Taro sighed defeated getting out his treasured violin, he began playing Canon in D as he sat in the hold of the ship, down below deck. Beautiful music filled the air around him and he smiled broadly as he played.

He heard some yelling topside which caused him to stop playing. He was down in a holding cell the marines had put him in for transport. The yelling was followed by quiet. The he heard some talking and footsteps. None of them ever came right to him however. This made Taro slightly worried. He took out his bow and sliced it through the air, as he did the bars of the cell broke and he walked up to the top of the ship. He noticed the ship had been commandeered. By what seemed to be pirates. Goddamn the luck. Taro thought as he then decided to sit angrily by the base of the mast.