Post by Grey Man on Jun 11, 2011 15:11:52 GMT -6
General Information
Name: Shimura Patrick Doyle
Nickname:
Bounty: 000,000,000
Gender: Male
Age: ?? Appears 20
Race: Human
Occupation: Information Broker, Pirate
Position/Rank:
Birthmarks/Scars: N/A
Pysche Information
Likes: People Watching, Drinking,
Dislikes: Most people, messing with people
Personality: Shimura is a very strange, rugged, callous, power hungry, dispassionate figure, willing to harm both his comrades and enemies should they ever get in his way. He is a man who cares about only one thing; #1 himself. He cares little to nothing about other people rather only caring on what they can do for him or rather what he can gain from them. Believing that his own interests should be placed above all else, even ethics and morals. Making him both a very dangerous opponent or even ally. Because of his nature he attempts to figure out everything about someone from their past actions, feelings, view on life and what they do, to anything he feels that could be useful. This normally results in him knowing more about some people than they do themselves and when combined with his photographic memory is a deadly combo. Which when combined with his DF abilities allows him to completely immobilize, take out people with just words.
He is naturally calm and tactical which this attitude is used to his advantage in battle and in the world in general, as it becomes easier for him to maintain his composure to stay focused on the situation at hand, and ultimately notice everything around him. As a result, he can quickly adjust to any situation to make keen and thought-out decisions, allowing him to stay steps ahead of his opponents. Which results in him trying to make the best tactics in order to win situations, combined with his DF abilities makes it extremely devastating.
He has the natural ability to 'read' people, meaning that is is able to tell many things about people around him from the slightest details. From the things they wear to gestures they make with their hands or face to nearly anything they do or say. Allowing him to nearly read peoples minds and can easily tell if someone is lying or not. Because of this he has a self claimed perfect poker face making it near impossible to tell if he himself is lying or not, his 'poker face' is good enough that he is even able to deceive DF abilities designed to read minds or memories.
Though with all of this combined he possesses a extremely self absorbed, cocky attitude. Believing that nothing or anything can beat him, looking down upon anyone else especially if they are 'Brutes'. Which can result in him getting over confident in his abilities and can backfire on him, making him miss a key detail in something that results in him loosing. If things tend to not go the way he has planned he becomes even more reckless and hot headed which can make him lose focus on the situation at hand and cost him allot.
Because of his nature he is willing to do any or resort to anything in order to win against his targets even if they fall under the 'cheap' or 'dirty' tricks area. Making him very fond of things that can take out people without much effort such as poison or seastone. He loves poison for more than just the obvious reasons for if he afflicts someone with a deadly poison he will use his DF abilities to take what he wants from them.
History: Shimura has a very strange and diverse history, no one really knows how old he truly is due to his DF abilities, even his real name is unknown for Shimura Doyle is one he gave himself. Making most people that know about it think he is much order than he says he is. It is unknown who his true parents were for if he ever said who they were they are generally lies to throw someone off or just to mess with their heads. Though it is known that he was born in North Blue for his accent and many of his sayings tend to be of North Blue origin.
Though putting in the unknown parts of his history Shimura was born to a very wealthy noble family on the noble island of Alistair that had very distant ties to the Celestial Dragons, making himself one of their very very distant cousins. This rich life style along with his parents constantly telling him that he was better than anyone else formed the basis for his personalty that only grew over the years slowly until what it is today. Even so as a child he was found to be a genius and he quickly figured out the idiocy of the noble family and looked down upon it, caring very little of it at all. Even so he pretended that he cared about it and went along with the charade for years slowly planning his way out of the family and to make sure that the world never found out his noble origins. Knowing that it would make things difficult for him later if he was a known noble.
He slowly figured out that the only way to get something to do what he wanted was the powers of a devil fruit, so in order to find it he told his subordinates to find a specific looking one. Which he found though a Devil Fruit book that was obtained though unknown reasons. The book itself was a rare 'issue' dating back nearly 500 years, holding within its pages the names, descriptions, and effects of hundreds of devil fruits long lost and forgotten by the world. Using this and his unlimited recourses to find the specific one.
It took nearly 22 years in order to find the devil fruit he was looking for, his subordinates eventually finding it in a rare items shop selling for a large amount though lower than the average DF simply because it looked similar to a very useless Devil Fruit and the current owner seeing it as the weak one. Though with Shimura's description it was the one he was looking for and then used his 'Noble' name to force the owner to hand it over. Once obtaining it he made sure it was the real one and ate the whole thing not caring what kind of taste it had. To make sure it was right he tested it out on his slaves and then used it to slowly erase his name as a noble and make himself younger. Once he had enough recourses stashed in a unknown location that housed his own personal fortune and many other artifacts he deemed useful, once he felt secure he erased his name from history so that no one even knew who he was and dissapeared into the pages of time.
Giving himself a new name 'Shimura Doyle' he made a reputation for himself as the 'Poker Face' Shimura. Never taking the side of ether pirates or marines rather staying on the fence in between. Though he has committed many acts that would make him a pirate and a grave threat to the world government, only if they ever knew of them. On many occasions he made deals with the marines, and more frequently with Cipher Pol 9 though he always made sure that he got the better end of the deal even if they they never realized it until it was to late, which though his DF abilities the marines could never do anything about it even if they tried. Many of his dealings with the Cipher Pol's normally involving the trade of information on certain individuals or him handing over something that would force a target to submit to them. Which in return he would receive information on specific pirates's pasts and anything else about them that they knew about. Even after all the things he has used with his abilities most people he has used it on never even notice what it was unless it has very noticeable effects.
Over the past few years he has made some drastic changes in his tactics, making stranger and stranger moves on the chess table of life to anyone following his movements usually being the world government. Trading things for seemingly meaningless tasks, though alone are idiotic and useless though to the intelligent mind together they form something much grander and powerful. He has also slowly gained many servants both strong and weak, which all of them are bound by his DF so they could never betray him even if they wanted to in return they would gain enormous power. Shimura had a plan and now was the age in order to put it into action and place himself at the top of the world.
Combat Information
Weapon: Multiple Daggers (Hidden), Retractable shoe blades.
Name: Bai Bai no Mi - Deal Deal Fruit
Type: Paramecia
Ability: The Bai Bai no Mi is a Paramecia type Devil Fruit that bestows upon the user the ability to trade or make deals with people with things of 'equal' value as long as they are within two conditions.
Devil Fruit Techniques:
- Devil Deal of the Weak: Shimura is able to make trades with people that can grant them a enhanced physical ability for X amount of time. The trade ratio being for every year given they can keep the 1 physical ability for 2 posts. The physical ability's themselves can range from skill in hand-to-hand, swordsmanship, etc or they can be things like physical strength, endurance, speed, etc... (All granted abilities must be something a human body can naturally do, meaning no Devil Fruit Abilities)
- Devil Deal of the Present Form: This deal allows someone to trade 10 years of their life in order to heal their bodies of physical injuries. Which means they will physically age.
- Devil Deal of Servitude: This deal allows someone to gain super human physical abilities or skills in return for serving Doyle as long as he wishes. Meaning that they have to obey anything he says no matter what. Only Shimura can break the deal, which he can do at any time. (All granted abilities must be something a human body can naturally do, meaning no Devil Fruit Abilities)
- Devil Deal of Worship: This deal allows someone to gain super human physical abilities or skills at a much higher level than 'Devil Deal of Servitude'. Though in return Shimura can give himself a super human ability or skill in return for their own years. (All granted abilities must be something a human body can naturally do, meaning no Devil Fruit Abilities.) Though he can only gain 1 ability and 1 skill at a time.
- - - >V2: This deal allows someone to gain super human physical abilities or skills. Though in return Shimura can take their own years in order to heal his body, or sacrifice their life in order to revive himself.
Special Techniques:
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Sample: A group of men sat around a round table in a dark smoke filled room, each one of them held two cards in their hand wile there was a line of them in the middle of the green table. Each of the men were sitting there staring at each other though only one of them had a grin on his face that was the old man who looked like a natural old time gambler. There was piles of chips in front of them and another pile in the middle. The old man was fiddling with a stack of 3 chips flipping the front ones to the back in a moment which made a clicking sound every time. The old man knew that it was getting on one specific mans nerves for he could see it in his face as bright as day.
"So are you going to call my bet or not? You know the rest of us are getting bored waiting to take your money so chop chop boy'o. Waisting precious time and i'm not as young as i used to be. Tick, Tock, tick, Tock.."
Said the man with red hair at the man directly across from him moving his finger from side to side, who only got angrier as he clenched his fist in his hand. He stared down at his cards then looked back at the cards in the middle of the table. After much deliberation he threw out a stack of chips into the middle of the pile.
"Call."
He said after placing the last of his chips on the pile in the middle, which afterwards he turned over his cards over on the green table and got a big old smile on his face. He had 2 7's in his hands and there was 1 7 in the line on the table.
"Three 7's, beat that you little old man."
As he turned his cards over the rest of the people at the table all of a sudden got fearful expressions on their face as they folded their hand, they lost but it was just a game of poker... right?
"Ow my you have a mighty fine hand there boy'o, i can honestly say that i wish i had that hand right now. Well since i am the host i guess that i wont be a sore loser and fold."
He said as he turned over his cards, which when he did the man with three 7's face turned from happy to shocked and scared. The old man had two ace's in his hand wile there was one on the line in front.
"Hence the term 'Ace in the Hole."
The old man chuckled a bit, though the other men didn't find it quite hilarious. Rather two of them started freaking out and began to cry with one started mumbling to himself about how he just made 20 and now hes losing it all. Wile the last man who had three 7's just got more and more angry until he pulled out his pistol and aimed it at the old man.
"Your going to give them all back to me now old man! Or i'm going to put one straight through your wrinkly old face GOT IT!"
"You got me boy'o, after all what can a foolish old man do to young whippersnappers like you? Though before i do can i just say one little thing?"
The old man said asking the man with the gun who nodded his head for he was planning on killing the old man anyways.
"I just want to say... D...e...a...l..."
The old man said with a smile on his face, as he said that last word the man with the gun was about to fire though something was happening to him. He began to age rapidly, his hair started to fall out and became a shade of grey his beard as well. Wrinkles appeared all over him as he grew a more skull faced look. The man fell over dead a moment later. As the man with the gun aged the old man stared growing younger. He now appeared as a man in his mid 20's with blood red hair. He brushed his hand though his hair.
"Ah yes now that is much better. Well i don't really need any more of your years though you did lose so i'm going to be nice today. Ill only take half of your years, which ill even let you win back the rest... all you have to do is win."
"So are you going to call my bet or not? You know the rest of us are getting bored waiting to take your money so chop chop boy'o. Waisting precious time and i'm not as young as i used to be. Tick, Tock, tick, Tock.."
Said the man with red hair at the man directly across from him moving his finger from side to side, who only got angrier as he clenched his fist in his hand. He stared down at his cards then looked back at the cards in the middle of the table. After much deliberation he threw out a stack of chips into the middle of the pile.
"Call."
He said after placing the last of his chips on the pile in the middle, which afterwards he turned over his cards over on the green table and got a big old smile on his face. He had 2 7's in his hands and there was 1 7 in the line on the table.
"Three 7's, beat that you little old man."
As he turned his cards over the rest of the people at the table all of a sudden got fearful expressions on their face as they folded their hand, they lost but it was just a game of poker... right?
"Ow my you have a mighty fine hand there boy'o, i can honestly say that i wish i had that hand right now. Well since i am the host i guess that i wont be a sore loser and fold."
He said as he turned over his cards, which when he did the man with three 7's face turned from happy to shocked and scared. The old man had two ace's in his hand wile there was one on the line in front.
"Hence the term 'Ace in the Hole."
The old man chuckled a bit, though the other men didn't find it quite hilarious. Rather two of them started freaking out and began to cry with one started mumbling to himself about how he just made 20 and now hes losing it all. Wile the last man who had three 7's just got more and more angry until he pulled out his pistol and aimed it at the old man.
"Your going to give them all back to me now old man! Or i'm going to put one straight through your wrinkly old face GOT IT!"
"You got me boy'o, after all what can a foolish old man do to young whippersnappers like you? Though before i do can i just say one little thing?"
The old man said asking the man with the gun who nodded his head for he was planning on killing the old man anyways.
"I just want to say... D...e...a...l..."
The old man said with a smile on his face, as he said that last word the man with the gun was about to fire though something was happening to him. He began to age rapidly, his hair started to fall out and became a shade of grey his beard as well. Wrinkles appeared all over him as he grew a more skull faced look. The man fell over dead a moment later. As the man with the gun aged the old man stared growing younger. He now appeared as a man in his mid 20's with blood red hair. He brushed his hand though his hair.
"Ah yes now that is much better. Well i don't really need any more of your years though you did lose so i'm going to be nice today. Ill only take half of your years, which ill even let you win back the rest... all you have to do is win."
