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Name: Tony
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E-Mail: reno[dot]cicilia[at]gmail[dot]com
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Characters played at Discedo: Not Applicable
Character's Name: Wiper
Series: One Piece
Timeline: Cover Story: Wiper and his fellow warriors restoring the forest from Chapter 425.
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Personality: When we are first introduced to Wiper, he is portrayed as a man no one would want to ever hang out with; his temper is hair trigger and his violent thirst seems unquenchable. "Kids get outta my yard" type of mentality going on; except instead of threatening with a broom handle, it's usually a large bazooka said perpetrator is looking down the barrel of. He titled by many as a "beserker" type; one minute, he may be collected, but come the next second he could be trying to tear your throat out with his bare hands.
But Wiper has reasons for his anger. He loves his people and the land that his people have inherited from his ancestors. He has a deep longing for the past and has a sense of duty towards the sacrifices of his ancestors. But because his mind is so wrapped up in this sense of duty, he tends "to blind him[self] thus causing Wiper to become more violent and push himself beyond his physical limits." (One Piece Wiki)
During the first few encounters with Wiper, it beyond obvious that he distrusts people. While the Straw Hat crew had the same goal as him in the beginning, Wiper resorted to attacking them individually as a means of trying to get rid of them. Again, this is a great example of his "berserker" attitude.
But after Luffy reveals himself to be on the same side, despite having opposing ideals and the such, Wiper does, indeed, calm to some extent. But the fighting spirit and the temper are still there in spirit.
What your character can offer: Wiper is a tough man; normal amounts of pain don't seem to phase him, at least he doesn't let them phase him. He's good for a battle, even chomps the bit at the opportunity. But because he was raised on a piece of land that was the basic equivalent to a reservation, he's resourceful. He finds ways to get weaponry and he's a determined soul. I think he would be good at finding different means of hunting and using what earth is left in the desolate to create more non-conventional forms of weaponry (spears, make-shift bombs, bow and arrow types) in order to survive in this new, crazy world.
What items will they be bringing with them? Wiper uses two forms of weaponry. One is a type of bazooka that has the ability to release something like canon fire, but it is also powered by objects known as "dials." This allows the bazooka to form something similar to a gas powered flame; it uses an ignition process that creates a "burn" effect, thus coining the term "burn bazooka." While I would love him to have the bazooka, I know it's probably a big advantage for him to have something like that. If you do allow it, I would ask a limitation on the dials and ammunition.
On the subject of dials, I would really love for Wiper to keep his Reject Dial; this dial is wrapped up in bandages and attached to Wiper's right hand. It is supposedly supposed to kill the user who taps into the power, but Wiper has used it multiple times during the whole battle against Enel and his priests. The dial essentially takes in energy as it is knocked around and releases ten-times that amount of energy into a target. However, while causing extreme harm to the intended target, it also affects the user gravely. Many of Wiper's initially injuries are caused by the item and I think it would be a nice double-edged weapon in a place like this - deadly, but he'd also have to use it wisely.
Other than that, if he could keep his seastone-covered skates to move around, that'd be fab. If not, no worries. Grass skirt and tribal adornments would be excellent.
Third-Person Sample: Wiper was no stranger to the smell of a fight.
Or a former battle, as it seemed. Charred earth mounted itself high up across structures that were both foreign and ugly to the Shandian. Metal twisted up like horrible fingers and tore into the sky, ripping at the low ceiling that seemed to blot out all traces of sunlight. And a bitter cold swept the land, speaking to the ghosts of a planet long-since torn apart by people who had no respect for it.
Something in Wiper ached at the sight; whether it was the want for revenge or the want for an answer, he could not point out the source. All that he knew was that he felt sick to his stomach and his throat was suddenly quite dry.
His nostrils flared as he picked himself up off from the gravel. The broken stone rocked at his feet and small pebbles tumbled down into crevices unknown. Wiper tilted his gaze upwards and felt a deep frown carve into his face. How dare they.
But Wiper had to remind himself - it wasn't his land. Still, the acidic feeling crawling up his throat made his heart pump with a fire. He wet his lips, tongue searching for the familiar cigarette. It found nothing but jagged flesh. An emptiness there signified something; loss, maybe desire.
The Shandian's lips curled back and wrinkles shot up his nose.
He was angry that he had been taken from his land, that was first and foremost. No explanation, no understanding of where he was - a confused man was an irrational man and Wiper was quite good at being irrational. But on top of that, the destruction around him harped on a familiar memory of not-too-long-ago; Enel and his wake of terror felt all throughout the Sky was an event the Shandian had a hard time forgetting. He could distinctly remember the fires engulfing the land his people had once cherished and worshiped.
Before long, his fingers had coiled back up into his palms, and his heart was beating against an exposed chest. What peace and tranquility had filled his soul even slightly, rage returned and overflowed - any sort of harmonious thought that Wiper had held after the war released from his body in a few short breaths. Anger and resentment tipped the proverbial scale of understanding and set his eyes blind. Visors up, the Warrior wrapped his fingers around the handle of a familiar weapon.
First-Person Sample: [ VIDEO ]
[It seems the individual in question does not realize he's being recorded, or maybe he's just ignoring the fact. Shadows cast themselves across a form, masking some of the man's interesting features - grass skirt, mohawk ponytail, odd tattoos lining the left side of his body. He shifts slightly and a large round tube of metal exposes itself to the light.]
It isn't over yet. [A pause; a flicker of fire sparks up from the man's lips for a second before thin strips of smoke wash out into the air.] Sacrifice, turmoil - it isn't over yet. I really don't care who this land belongs to, but -
[Eyes open; the man turns, revealing a rather impressive facial tattoo.] - forcible separation from what we rightfully won and being left in a place like this. It's unacceptable.
[He turns back and extends his right hand in front of him; his palm seems elevated in an odd shape, as if there is something bound to his hand under all those white bandages. His fingers twitch.] It's been long enough; it shouldn't be a problem. [His fingers roll up onto it, concealing the palm again. Wiper drops his hand and turns to directly face the communication device.]
My first assumption was the Blue Sea, but that seems entirely out of the question. If you are hearing this and you are ready to fight, be prepared to leave your own kind behind. [The last of his sentence seems to sound a little tired, like this has all been said and done before.]