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••••• Player
Name: Maxine
Age: 31
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Other Characters: N/A
••••• Character
Name: Sanji Vinsmoke
Canon: One Piece
Canon Point: Sometime during chapter 811, after the Straw Hats help administer the poison gas antidote but before Bege & Co. show up.
Character Goals: Sanji generally does pretty well in settings like this. He doesn't get bored easily -- or rather, he knows how to keep himself busy because, as a chef, he likes working. So that side of things will most likely take care of itself. However, he'll also want to fight back and try to figure out the mystery of how to get back to his own world. But the horror aspect is something I'm new to and I'm looking forward to seeing how he reacts to everything and adapts. So his character growth is something I'm excited for.
Special Concerns: N/A
••••• Samples
• IC Survey
• Player's Choice
• A prose/brackets sample of your choice. You may reuse a sample from a previous game.
The sun is only just barely starting to come up over the water as Sanji leans up against the railing of the Thousand Sunny, cigarette in hand and a content look on his face. He's freshly dressed in his usual suit, the tie knotted perfectly as always. A soft breeze ruffles his hair as he takes a final drag of his smoke, then he flicks the remains out into the waves and turns on his heel to head for his galley. Robin-chan will be up soon, and he always likes to have a pot of coffee ready for his lovely flower when she comes to join him.
He's got an array of vegetables on the counter in front of him when she arrives, offering him a gentle smile that makes his heart soar before taking her usual spot at the table. They don't talk much during these early mornings, instead just enjoying each other's company, as well as the peaceful silence that will be broken the second Luffy rolls out of his hammock. It's a rare thing during the day, moments like this, so they take advantage of it while they can.
Sanji makes quick work of the vegetables, slicing and dicing until they're ready to be dumped into a pan on the stove. He gets the eggs out next, knowing from plenty of experience that the bacon has to be the absolute last thing he cooks, or the smell will bring the others running and half the damn food will be gone before he even has a chance to serve it properly.
Nami-san comes in next, not long after Robin-chan, and being alone with those two beauties fills him with so much joy that he practically floats around the kitchen as he gets out another coffee mug. Their soft murmuring to each other is like music to his ears, and he happily doesn't eavesdrop, instead just letting their voices wash over him as he stirs the eggs with his spatula. A few minutes lazily crawl by, and then actual music drifts through the open doorway. Brook on his violin. Sanji gets out another coffee mug, then grabs a cola while he's at it as Franky squeezes through the galley door next. The sound levels start to climb as greetings are made all around, and a loud thud outside has Sanji scowling for a second, knowing it's the shitty marimo landing heavily on the deck after his turn on watch up in the crow's nest. The dumbass will be sniffing around for booze, but hell if Sanji's going to let him raid the liquor cabinet so early in the morning. So it's another mug for him, but he'll skip the cream and sugar this time.
He has the bacon on the stove now, popping and sizzling as it cooks. He can practically count down the seconds in his head. Five...four...three...two...one—
Luffy crashes into the galley, shouting about meat and food and can he have breakfast now already, he's been waiting all night and didn't even try to steal any midnight snacks even once except for a couple hours ago, but it's okay because the fridge was locked so he didn't actually take anything.
Usopp and Chopper pile in after him, clambering into their seats at the table. All three get milk, big tall glasses that Sanji sets on the table with a look and a snapped: "You can wait two shitty minutes, Luffy, goddamn."
It takes less time than that, actually, to serve his eight nakama perfectly plated scrambled eggs and bacon (with extra piled high on Luffy's plate). Some of them dive right into it, practically inhaling their entire serving in one go, and others eat in a hurry because they know they'll have to ward off Luffy if they take too long. The ladies take their time, because they know Luffy will end up with a footprint in his shitty rubber face if he tries to steal anything from them.
Sanji just watches them all, a warm glow filling his chest, and drinks his tea.
Name: Maxine
Age: 31
Contact:
Other Characters: N/A
••••• Character
Name: Sanji Vinsmoke
Canon: One Piece
Canon Point: Sometime during chapter 811, after the Straw Hats help administer the poison gas antidote but before Bege & Co. show up.
Character Goals: Sanji generally does pretty well in settings like this. He doesn't get bored easily -- or rather, he knows how to keep himself busy because, as a chef, he likes working. So that side of things will most likely take care of itself. However, he'll also want to fight back and try to figure out the mystery of how to get back to his own world. But the horror aspect is something I'm new to and I'm looking forward to seeing how he reacts to everything and adapts. So his character growth is something I'm excited for.
Special Concerns: N/A
••••• Samples
• IC Survey
Summarize yourself in 20 words or less.
Is this shit really necessary? But fine. I'm a pirate. A chef -- best you'll ever meet. Romancer of women everywhere, and an ass kicker of everyone else.
There, that's twenty.
What's your home life like?
Eh, it's good. Busy.
[That's an understatement. Long stretches of peace and quiet are not something the Straw Hats are overly familiar with.]
The shitty ocean is our home, but we've got a strong ship under our feet. Most times when we dock somewhere, my captain's immediately getting us involved in fuck knows what kinda mess. Not that I mind, it's always good to see some action after sailing for awhile. Plus there's a lot of assholes out there going for the same thing Luffy is, so ain't a surprise they try to get in our way.
Not that they have any luck.
Anyway, those times aside, most of my day is spent in the galley. Luffy's got a literal black hole for a shitty stomach -- he stretches, you know, so he just KEEPS FUCKING EATING and I gotta keep up with that and make sure we got enough food on board to last us until we hit the next island. Between that and making sure Nami-san and Robin-chan are happy, I got a lot going on.
Tell me about your favorite people.
That would be Nami-swan and Robin-chwan~!!! Nami-san is our navigator and Robin-chan's an archeologist. They're both beautiful and really goddamn smart and they smell nice and they'll kick your ass if you look at them wrong! Nami-san's really protective of our money, she keeps track of all that shit and deals with our allowances when we're on land. Usually I get more than the others -- maybe because I'm Nami-san's favorite~!!
[Or because...he does the grocery shopping. But details.]
Robin-chan was really mysterious at first which made her all the more alluring!! But she's opened up a lot more since she started sailing with us, especially after the thing with CP9. But that ain't any of your business.
The rest of my nakama are alright, too. Mostly. Some of them are green idiots.
[...Okay, they're actually all more than alright, green idiots included. But he's not about to wax poetic about any of them. Nor is he going to mention Zeff, even though he's basically Sanji's father figure since his biological father is what we would call a giant dickhole.]
Was there ever a "turning point" in your life?
Yeah. Several.
[None of which he's inclined to talk about. Would you like to hear about the time he escaped his abusive family and found a cruise ship to stow away on? Or maybe when that cruise ship was attacked by Zeff's pirate crew? How about when he and Zeff ended up on a shitty spit of rock in the middle of the ocean, too small to count as an actual island, with no food and barely any water, and then somehow proceeded to survive for three months before they were finally rescued? Or perhaps when they worked together to build the Baratie, a seafaring restaurant open to any and all sailors?
Do you want to hear about how he and the rest of his nakama were utterly defeated at Sabaody Archipelago and subsequently spent two years apart from each other to train and get stronger so they could face whatever it might take to make Luffy the Pirate King?
Too bad. You don't get to hear about any of that.]
Do you perform well under pressure?
Hell yeah.
[After all, he's been the reason on more than one occasion that his crew has been able to escape a tough situation.]
If you went to a deserted island, what two things would you take with you?
If I went there? Am I going there willingly? What the fuck for?
[Hmm. There's two ways to answer this. Bust out with something ridiculous like HIS TWO LOVELY LADIES TO KEEP HIM COMPANY~!!!
Or...]
Mah, well, probably a huge-ass jug of water and a giant sack of food. Doubt I'd stay on any deserted island for long, but just in case.
[Because that hits kind of close to home, and even for him it's hard not to take that hypothetical situation seriously. Although...]
...My smokes, too. Shove 'em in the sack of food.
[Because he might just die without those. 8|]
How do you normally spend a Friday night?
Cooking, probably. Gotta make dinner, then gotta clean up from dinner, then gotta plan meals for the next day if I haven't already. Sometimes we'll hang out on deck and play cards or some shit, or Brook will break out his violin. Actually he's almost always got the violin out. Or Luffy will start up some other kinda game and I'll get dragged in. I don't usually get stuck with the night shift on watch, but every so often it's a thing I gotta do.
A lot of times I'll just be in the galley working up some new recipes. Drinking if any of the others decide to come bug the shit out of me [read: hang out (because truly, he usually doesn't mind)] or enjoying a cup of tea if Nami-san or Robin-chan are in there enjoying the quiet, too.
[He's a pirate, he doesn't exactly have "weekends" like you might in other professions. So his Friday night ain't any different than any other night.]
If a genie granted you a single wish, what would you wish for?
Depends. Is it the kinda genie that's all "fuck no" when you try to wish someone back from the dead? Eh, though even then, probably wouldn't.
Hell, I dunno. Mermaids.
[He has no idea. He could wish to find All Blue, but where's the fun in that? Same goes for any of the rest of his crew's dreams. They'll achieve them on their own.
Money? Eh. They're pirates. They've found their fair share of treasure, and anyway, what would he do with it? Give it to Nami-san probably.
Power, fame... Got it, have it. Trinkets? Nah.
That's something he would have to think long and hard on. And even if he had an answer, he wouldn't share it.]
Do the ends justify the means?
Usually.
How did you feel about this survey?
It was kinda annoying but also mostly harmless, I guess. Almost a waste of time -- what was the point of it again?
• Player's Choice
• A prose/brackets sample of your choice. You may reuse a sample from a previous game.
The sun is only just barely starting to come up over the water as Sanji leans up against the railing of the Thousand Sunny, cigarette in hand and a content look on his face. He's freshly dressed in his usual suit, the tie knotted perfectly as always. A soft breeze ruffles his hair as he takes a final drag of his smoke, then he flicks the remains out into the waves and turns on his heel to head for his galley. Robin-chan will be up soon, and he always likes to have a pot of coffee ready for his lovely flower when she comes to join him.
He's got an array of vegetables on the counter in front of him when she arrives, offering him a gentle smile that makes his heart soar before taking her usual spot at the table. They don't talk much during these early mornings, instead just enjoying each other's company, as well as the peaceful silence that will be broken the second Luffy rolls out of his hammock. It's a rare thing during the day, moments like this, so they take advantage of it while they can.
Sanji makes quick work of the vegetables, slicing and dicing until they're ready to be dumped into a pan on the stove. He gets the eggs out next, knowing from plenty of experience that the bacon has to be the absolute last thing he cooks, or the smell will bring the others running and half the damn food will be gone before he even has a chance to serve it properly.
Nami-san comes in next, not long after Robin-chan, and being alone with those two beauties fills him with so much joy that he practically floats around the kitchen as he gets out another coffee mug. Their soft murmuring to each other is like music to his ears, and he happily doesn't eavesdrop, instead just letting their voices wash over him as he stirs the eggs with his spatula. A few minutes lazily crawl by, and then actual music drifts through the open doorway. Brook on his violin. Sanji gets out another coffee mug, then grabs a cola while he's at it as Franky squeezes through the galley door next. The sound levels start to climb as greetings are made all around, and a loud thud outside has Sanji scowling for a second, knowing it's the shitty marimo landing heavily on the deck after his turn on watch up in the crow's nest. The dumbass will be sniffing around for booze, but hell if Sanji's going to let him raid the liquor cabinet so early in the morning. So it's another mug for him, but he'll skip the cream and sugar this time.
He has the bacon on the stove now, popping and sizzling as it cooks. He can practically count down the seconds in his head. Five...four...three...two...one—
Luffy crashes into the galley, shouting about meat and food and can he have breakfast now already, he's been waiting all night and didn't even try to steal any midnight snacks even once except for a couple hours ago, but it's okay because the fridge was locked so he didn't actually take anything.
Usopp and Chopper pile in after him, clambering into their seats at the table. All three get milk, big tall glasses that Sanji sets on the table with a look and a snapped: "You can wait two shitty minutes, Luffy, goddamn."
It takes less time than that, actually, to serve his eight nakama perfectly plated scrambled eggs and bacon (with extra piled high on Luffy's plate). Some of them dive right into it, practically inhaling their entire serving in one go, and others eat in a hurry because they know they'll have to ward off Luffy if they take too long. The ladies take their time, because they know Luffy will end up with a footprint in his shitty rubber face if he tries to steal anything from them.
Sanji just watches them all, a warm glow filling his chest, and drinks his tea.