November 7th, 20XX
"Are we positive that...thing, is recoverable. He's avoided us for months now. That monster even grievously wounded one of our Admirals after just a brief altercation."
"More than recoverable, and I'm more than positive that Ro...
As seen in the title, your surname comes from the infamous captain, Rocks D. Xebec, to whom you are blood-related. However, your chosen personal name is entirely up to you.
Epithet(s): Siren Killer, Heart of the Devil, World's Strongest Creature Age: 27
Appearance: You are a tall, lean, and muscular man in your late twenties, standing at 6'4. Many consider you to be exceptionally attractive. Your hair, which reaches halfway to the base of your neck, can be any color of your choice. Alongside your striking physique, a massive scar runs down from the left side of your cheek to the side of your chest and arm.
Your most distinct feature is your eyes. They are a vibrant pink and ringed, capable of changing color under certain conditions. Your vision is incredibly sharp, allowing you to notice things even from a long distance. You tend to keep them covered because those who meet your gaze tremble, quake, or even faint, though whether from fear or something else remains unclear.
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Personality: You carry immense confidence, supported by your incredible abilities, but you are not constantly consumed by self-assurance or violence. In fact, you project maturity and calmness through your body language and the way you act. When spoken to, you reinforce this image with a considerate, talkative, and sincere attitude. You're known for giving quick smiles and ensuring those around you feel at ease. Despite your occasional boredom with tasks, you maintain a commendable work ethic, always planning ahead to finish your responsibilities properly.
Your ultimate goals of peace outweigh your selfish desires, yet you still get flustered when complimented or when situations don't unfold as expected—particularly in close interactions with others. When annoyed or exhausted, you may act out of character, taking actions you wouldn't normally take. If someone encroaches on your space, you're just as likely to react aggressively.
However, when facing someone who truly angers you or in combat, your attitude transforms. You become more vulgar and violent, reveling in taunting and belittling your opponents. To you, no one can match your strength, though you show respect for truly formidable opponents, at which point you stop holding back and engage with full effort.
Beneath your arrogance and peaceful demeanor lies a deep, unresolved mental scar. On stormy nights, you experience anxiety, and the scar on your body begins to ache. You suffer from latent PTSD triggered by something you can't fully comprehend, and to cope, you've turned to drinking. Loneliness and fear dwell behind the powerful facade you present, and no one is allowed to see the vulnerabilities you hide. While you may stand alone at the top, this isolation is self-imposed, for you believe no one deserves to share the pedestal you've placed yourself on.
Despite your mental state and occasional selfishness, your heart and motives remain childishly pure. You long for a world where your kind of power isn't necessary, and you would willingly bear the burden of maintaining such a world without complaint.
